I wish I could regain the optimism I used to have. Still, there's always that oasis...
Too Late?
The last bus has left the depot The last train is long gone Its mournful whistle silent now The last ship has sailed On a silent sea The airport is deserted There are no more taxis The stagecoach is not from this reality Neither are horses nor camels Sorry friend We missed our chance We got lost in the spinning of the world And living Perhaps We’d better start walking Across those scorching desert sands And hope we find that oasis Before our bleached bones Like a bright beacon beckon To some yet unborn archaeologist Hailing from God knows where And when
IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO TURN TO GOD FOR, HIS ARMS OF LOVE ARE ALWAYS OPEN. HOWEVER...THERE ARE INSTANCES IN OUR LIVES WHEN IT IS 'TOO LATE' TO RECAPTURE WHAT WAS LOST, WHATEVER THAT MIGHT BE. AND THAT'S ALRIGHT BECAUSE THERE WILL ALWAYS BE SOMEONE/SOMETHING WAITING TO GIVE ONE, WHO IS 'HOPEFULLY' NOW FULL OF NEW FOUND 'WISDOM', ...A NEW BEGINNING. WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING, MY FRIEND. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Pondering over optimism, you've got optimism nowadays Regis as to when your Oasis will be reached - well at least I found words to let you know time will tell and you'll be loved by the one for you.
Dear Regis,I know the meaning of this great poem. In WWII after our town was destroyed by the German planes, I could not see any living thing, there was nothing rolling, no animals around, only one thing was there with us: Mr. SILENCE and our faith. I had but one choice: to keep walking. Excellent image, we have only one motto which is: Keep going. Emile
Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 15, 2007
I do not know if it was your intent, however, the words of this stark poem evoked a strong sense in me of the need to protect our environment from the ecological ravages of pollution, abuse and neglect. The bleak landscape you delineate within the work gave me an intense feeling of loneliness and despair. I find it interesting that you start with a question in the title and end with an open-ended comment that makes the reader wonder about the consequences of this reality. Thank you for sharing.
I am of the belief that it's never too late. Sometimes the road made harder by waiting, is much more interesting because it has to teach us more.....one more thing I must remind myself of on a regular basis...... :o)
How to make it better? Start with the whistle line first, then the train (of course) and then with what is now the first line. Fix your line "There are no more taxis"--just rearrange the words or swap the line with another one down the poem--my mind keeps trying to make "taxis" rhyme with "seas" which is really awful since it requires stressing that last syllable. Let the verb come first on the "beckon" line, and take out "God" and say "Who" instead (capitalize it so we know who Who is) because if you do this, then you've got alliteration with h's and w's, which kind of make a whistling sound that take us back home to the beginning again. What do you think? --Charlie
Reg - Enjoyed this poem of existence, time and choices. Liked the way you used the different forms of transportation
" The last bus has left the depot
The last train is long gone..." etc. Good rhythm, too. - David
Nice work, Reg...your thoughts within this work show the changes that we all find at time to be an illusion...the world can turn your mind and change your heart, yet even the soul has a part in this play...optimism is difficult when the struggles of life and the reality of this world weigh down upon us...yet you and I know...Life goew on....and God carries us through the most difficult times...
My best to you friend, and enjoyed this work...got me thinking...
Ah! But look at all you have accomplished! Not only are your works a treat, but your photography is astounding! No, you didn't miss the boat; you only wish there were a way to sail in more boats at once. Don't we all!
very well penned. i anxiously awaited the next line. these words are oh so true. i definitely don't plan to miss any more boats, trains, planes or automobiles. :-) Thanks for sharing. ~ April
Sometimes it feels like the last train has left the depot, but then, in the distance, we hear a whistle. A song of hope. It's just around the bend. Keep holding on, my friend.
~Sharon
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on October 2, 2007
We will find that oasis my friend! We must continue the journey. It is in our nature. Excellent write.
~Butch Howard
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2007
Awwww...Regis...a touch of the Depressive, here?
Yet, out of these moods comes gems like these.
Who was it said: "Never say die." That has been my motto all my life.
There is ALWAYS a "tomorrow," right around the corner, if not in this
System of things, then in a new one.
No...no "last bus or train" for me. Or you, either.
Gee, I'd rather look at it as if we've all missed one thing or another for a reason, something else. This is why we should always live each day as if we were going to die tomorrow. Thanks for sharing. My best, Gloria
I feel a disparity in your lines, my friend (I know it's been awhile that I have visited, and I plan to change that course my dear, I am surely aware)
This poem brings much into the mind
of a growing and healing time!
REMEMBER! "This Too Shall Pass" and it will
the strong do survive!
You bring much to the forefront in our minds Sweet Reg.
Much love and Warmer hugs, Warrior Lady Sheee
Excellent statement, Reg. But I see optimism here. At least you think there will be an archaeologist in our distant future. I, on the other hand, have lost much of my optimism about the future of the human race. There are too many traps set for us. The most dangerous trap is our penchant for obliviously parenting too many children--obviously more than the planet can accommodate. That is associated with most of the other traps: our addiction to "economic growth" and credit that will have to be paid for by others, probably our crowded and impoverished progeny. And I'm also talking here about more than financial debt. I speak of our addiction to the pleasures of using fossil and nuclear fuels.
In the one case we seem intent on choking ourselves to death if the fossil fuels last that long. On the other hand, we're willing, for the sake of current pleasure, to pursue nuclear energy at the expense of creating deadly hazardous waste for which someone else will have to pick up the tab. Wherever these toxins are deposited, they will require relentless separation from living creatures and will displace wide areas of bio-space from the earth into perpetuity.
Considering our innate selfish instinct, I don't see us collectively doing anything to reverse these trends unless a calamity comes along.
We may quickly radiate ourselves with the bomb or an outside agent like a virus may intrude. I don't want either of these scenarios, so I suppose I'm stuck with empirical reporting on the continuing disintegration of the human race into war and turmoil.
Best regards,
Leland
Best regards,
Leland
I don't know if it's ever too late but I do think it's harder to find that desire to explore the possibility. This is a thought provoking piece.. extremely so.
Too Late? Sometimes the world seems to be "spinning" our of control. You have to wonder ... just what exactly will it take for humankind to embrace the meaning of love and brotherhood.
Your poem voices clearly the despair and gloom that burdens this world. I like that you chose the theme of transportation to draw your picture, because indeed it is transportation that has changed us into a global society.
Reg... may I make one suggestion. The use of "now" to transition to the second half/line of thought of your poem ... would you consider dropping it or changing it to "perhaps" or another similar word.
..Thank you for sharing your talent and wisdom...
.jeanne.
Excellent, thought provoking write, Reg!
My mind wanders as I sit on the hot sand, eyes squinting, as I empty my sand-filled shoes. . .they became too heavy. . .and it's "Too Late?"
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
I love your writings! They are so touching, especially this piece. You have quite a way with words that are lasting upon ones inner-visions and soul. Thanks again for sharing.
I thought I had left a comment here, I know I've read it before: a wonderful "Last Train home" feel to it and I love that line: "we got lost in the spinning of the world" Your poems are always so compact yet so full of life and its trials! Enjoyed.
Never too Late,, We are our Best transportation, one step at a time, to move forward,,with an optimistic thought. ( Wow ,, great write,, had to read it over and over),,,,, Your Friend, Christine
Sad. . .disturbing. . .way too close to truth. . .a n d . beautifully done. 's'too good, my friend. 's'too good. All need to hear the message, though. Remember to seize the day!! DO something!!
T h a n k . y o u-!!!! With respect, admiration, and great and abiding affection, Your friend, Pea. . .N: Eml soon & tell me what you did to make this page appear in an email, 'k? Ciao!
It is never too late. I find a positive message from "Too Late" Reg. I see that life is too short to waste on dwelling on the bad and evil that people have within them. Yes "WE'D BETTER START WALKING" and living our lives to the fullest. Appeciating all that life has to offer us before we "MISS OUR CHANCE".
I am so inspired by your words. This is by far one of your best inspirational poems.
The photograph accompanying "Too Late" is absolutely breathtaking. I wish I was able to sit under that palm tree with a pen and pad and write sweet music.
A fantastic description of man's greed to destroy life along with the exisiting technology that has so much modernized our life. Only a man in the desert can have such a wish because it was a desert where he was born and brought up and never saw life beyond the ramparts of hatred.
Nothing is too late. When the last train gone today, there will always be another day another train tomorrow, long as we are willing to get on that train and move forward.
For as long as there is life, nothing can ever be too late.
Well we got Camels down here, they might just come in handy for such emergencies as this...
Excllnt write dear friend.
Sorry I am so far behind reviewing you, again..
Love Ch'erie
Man has been his own worst enemy since his begining. We found fire and somehow have evolved it into microwave ovens and forced-air heating. Perhaps it is our inability to learn to want what we have, and to be in constant quest of what we think we "need" that brings both progress and the breaking down of society. We have so much, yet we never seem to have enough. We have traded love and family for fame and fortune, a sure sign of the breakdown of humanity. Powerful write, Reg.
Take care,
Sherry
Advanced societies from ancient through to the 20th century have imploded from within rather than faded as a result of external forces - save for internally self-imposed limitations on world trade. The infestation of postmodernist deconstruction of all that once held our Western oasis together is, I believe, the harbinger of its desolation.
You cry tears Reg, which will be your oasis, but you have to spill them first, an old arab proverb says "all sunshine a desert makes"
A wonderful descriptive piece of traversing through life.
The best of blessings! Jasmin Horst
A superbly crafted visionary hope for new horizons! I think many of us feel that we have lost this society, and wonder if we have time to do a better job of it elsewhere...Sometimes we can dream things into reality,but I fear it is too late,we are too far gone to save this earth,we'd do best to prepare for the next life and the new earth Creator has promised. Thanks for sharing Reg!
Is it really too late, or is it just beginning? A timely write......M
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2007
oh yes, back when we just knew we would survive anything this world could throw, now we are older and know we can survive anything this world will throw at us, and it tires me before it even comes. You are still here writing my friend, though your mood says no, your spirit knows better. LadY J
Too late for those who are too willing to give up Regis, as Barbara says, we will find a way. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel and I believe it is to a brighter life ahead.
Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Great mood piece. One can regain optimism (especially on certain days--take payday, for instance!), but one must strive to regain it. Doesn't come natural. Please decide to strive. Cheers
Too Late...some make a program out of this...and then want to rewind it when nothing can possibly exist...Love you, Regis...have a Friday night beer with me on Facebook...I'll be over shortly...
One gorgeous photograph! This wonderful piece rings true for all who loose their way through the journey of life, becoming side tracked in a way only to find their way back again down the road.....
"The last train is gone" [for today, but another will come tomorrow].
Sometimes that "oasis" is there [inside ourselves], but we can't see it because we spend to much time searching.
Already on the oasis, come on over - the sand, palm trees, and water is delightful.
Very ominous. Actually a little scary. I loved it simplicity wrapped in deeper realization that the offer of changing your ways will not be there forever. Great write!
you are right...spinning out of control...sometimes the only way to find the oasis...is to walk...otherwise we move so fast we lose sight of it all.
well done...
John
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2007
Regis, I guess it's how much we want
out of life. Some, or many don't need
much to be happy.
Love the write,
Ron
Regis, I hope there's at least a donkey that maybe I can hitch a ride, because I'll not give up until I find the oasis. A poem to cause this reader to stop and think.
Excellent write Reg but I pray that
There is at least another horse or a
Train before we bite the dust
I believe that it is never too late
And there's always hope and
light at the end of the tunnel my friend!
Love Peace and many hugsssss to you....Morning Star
Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2007
Great write Reg. Let's hope there will be another bus before we bite the big sleep. Thanks for sharing.
It's fear of doors closing...is it? May You find your oasis, Regis...I think you live inside of it already. Sometimes we need to find our little niche and send the rest of the world to perdition.
Oh my * But do we not live in our minds & all perception there of -As you have -{wonderment}Ted
Reviewed by Patricia Bankhead (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2007
We missed our chance
We got lost in the spinning of the world
And living
Now
We’d better start walking
Across those scorching desert sands
And hope we find that oasis...I love this part.
It reminds of me of Ecclesiastes 3.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.... a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing...A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away.
When it's time to move on that's all we can do.
Some people spend their lives holding on to something or someone
they should have let go of a long time ago. I'm guilty of this myself.
Enjoyed this heartfelt write.
Thanks for sharing.
Love and Hugs...
Pat
Stop walking Reg. You are on a space ship called Earth and the journey is not too bad is you just let it happen. We are going somewhere....Bless you...JDM
Reviewed by chris stienstra (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2007
Reg,
Ah, the oasis...
The port in the storm for rejuvenation and renewal. Thank you for this journey today. I loved the comparison of "bleached bones" to a beacon. A stark and real picture in my mind.
My very best regards,
Chris
It is never too late....I would love to share this with you!!
Bleeding Dust
She walked away from barren land
To seek some life {love}
In new found ground
Away from bleeding dusty sands
She found another broken heart
Bleeding with this land
Stark reality now facing her
All she could do was just stand and stare
From dust to dust she soon will be
Living across this barren land
Where hearts will forever be!!
As bitter tasting waters from above
Torched and burned away
Poisoned in time and remembrance
But when time does come to say goodbye
As hot dry wind blow bleeding dust away
And as harshness scorched the ground
To turned clay into bleeding dust
We will rest our heads on barren sand
As bleeding dust will fill our hearts
And with dripping tears in drifting sand
We will feed this once barren land
Interesting look at things from a left behind and deserted perspective and of one who even still refueses to give up...Well done Reg.
Fee
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2007
Well your founding fathers walked many a desert, not knowing what they would find, but they kept on going, going, going, knowing they'd find a better life, and they did.... I often think that's why CA are full of crazies, living under the fear of the fault. To them it's not a fear, just that American spirit of adventure and love of danger, that only they understand in the main..
Keep walking, walking, walking, you may find that gold mine, or death, but treat them the same,we all die, some peeps never live in fear of death, other live before they die, the cutting edge is for me..
Wonderfully woven piece. Somehow sadness and yet some hope.
Will we awaken to find ourselves watching the stage coach roll out of sight, knowing that we could have been on it?
God Bless,
Lew
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Though very sad your wording made the verses come alive, the sign of a true artist. Great write as always.
Nicole
((Hugs and LOve)) ~SilentDream
Rose
" The last bus has left the depot
The last train is long gone..." etc. Good rhythm, too. - David
To some yet unborn archaeologist
Hailing from God knows where
And when
My best to you friend, and enjoyed this work...got me thinking...
Art Sun...
Sometimes it feels like the last train has left the depot, but then, in the distance, we hear a whistle. A song of hope. It's just around the bend. Keep holding on, my friend.
~Sharon
~Butch Howard
Yet, out of these moods comes gems like these.
Who was it said: "Never say die." That has been my motto all my life.
There is ALWAYS a "tomorrow," right around the corner, if not in this
System of things, then in a new one.
No...no "last bus or train" for me. Or you, either.
Janet xoxoxo
This poem brings much into the mind
of a growing and healing time!
REMEMBER! "This Too Shall Pass" and it will
the strong do survive!
You bring much to the forefront in our minds Sweet Reg.
Much love and Warmer hugs, Warrior Lady Sheee
NeVER! Too Late!
STay POsitive! Happy and STrong!
In the one case we seem intent on choking ourselves to death if the fossil fuels last that long. On the other hand, we're willing, for the sake of current pleasure, to pursue nuclear energy at the expense of creating deadly hazardous waste for which someone else will have to pick up the tab. Wherever these toxins are deposited, they will require relentless separation from living creatures and will displace wide areas of bio-space from the earth into perpetuity.
Considering our innate selfish instinct, I don't see us collectively doing anything to reverse these trends unless a calamity comes along.
We may quickly radiate ourselves with the bomb or an outside agent like a virus may intrude. I don't want either of these scenarios, so I suppose I'm stuck with empirical reporting on the continuing disintegration of the human race into war and turmoil.
Best regards,
Leland
Best regards,
Leland
Myrna
Your poem voices clearly the despair and gloom that burdens this world. I like that you chose the theme of transportation to draw your picture, because indeed it is transportation that has changed us into a global society.
Reg... may I make one suggestion. The use of "now" to transition to the second half/line of thought of your poem ... would you consider dropping it or changing it to "perhaps" or another similar word.
..Thank you for sharing your talent and wisdom...
.jeanne.
My mind wanders as I sit on the hot sand, eyes squinting, as I empty my sand-filled shoes. . .they became too heavy. . .and it's "Too Late?"
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Well done, Reg!
Richard
Really like it.
Keith
got the feelings here down
it's real
enjoyed!!
T h a n k . y o u-!!!! With respect, admiration, and great and abiding affection, Your friend, Pea. . .N: Eml soon & tell me what you did to make this page appear in an email, 'k? Ciao!
I am so inspired by your words. This is by far one of your best inspirational poems.
The photograph accompanying "Too Late" is absolutely breathtaking. I wish I was able to sit under that palm tree with a pen and pad and write sweet music.
~hugs~
Karen
Nothing is too late. When the last train gone today, there will always be another day another train tomorrow, long as we are willing to get on that train and move forward.
For as long as there is life, nothing can ever be too late.
Loveya! Hope you are feeling much better.
Sandie May Angel :o)
Ron
and we have to hope to find
that oasis.
Excllnt write dear friend.
Sorry I am so far behind reviewing you, again..
Love Ch'erie
life goes on, and if you did not believe that
you would not have written this :)
Your beacon will always shine upon the verse so blessed with your smile behind it.
Take care,
Sherry
Teasing write.
Regards
Dai
A wonderful descriptive piece of traversing through life.
The best of blessings! Jasmin Horst
Love,
Eileen
Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Always & Forever
Sage
Be safe,
Karen
Sometimes that "oasis" is there [inside ourselves], but we can't see it because we spend to much time searching.
Already on the oasis, come on over - the sand, palm trees, and water is delightful.
Kathy
All good things to you,
Jim
Georg
Tom
well done...
John
out of life. Some, or many don't need
much to be happy.
Love the write,
Ron
(((HUGS))) and much love, ton ami, Karen Lynn a Texas. :)
Love,
Chanti Lace xo
hot sand,
Is flying low through the blue skys,
Capturing more beauty from on high.
We keep heading for that oasis. Great read. Thanks for sharing this.
Larry
There is at least another horse or a
Train before we bite the dust
I believe that it is never too late
And there's always hope and
light at the end of the tunnel my friend!
Love Peace and many hugsssss to you....Morning Star
Peace to you.
Stan
Great poem
Gina
TRASK
Susan
Peace,
Dan
Thanks for sharing
Peace be with you
William
Got one more breath
Opportunties await.
Given one more day.
A very touching write Reg
DWB
We got lost in the spinning of the world
And living
Now
We’d better start walking
Across those scorching desert sands
And hope we find that oasis...I love this part.
It reminds of me of Ecclesiastes 3.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.... a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing...A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away.
When it's time to move on that's all we can do.
Some people spend their lives holding on to something or someone
they should have let go of a long time ago. I'm guilty of this myself.
Enjoyed this heartfelt write.
Thanks for sharing.
Love and Hugs...
Pat
Ah, the oasis...
The port in the storm for rejuvenation and renewal. Thank you for this journey today. I loved the comparison of "bleached bones" to a beacon. A stark and real picture in my mind.
My very best regards,
Chris
Bleeding Dust
She walked away from barren land
To seek some life {love}
In new found ground
Away from bleeding dusty sands
She found another broken heart
Bleeding with this land
Stark reality now facing her
All she could do was just stand and stare
From dust to dust she soon will be
Living across this barren land
Where hearts will forever be!!
As bitter tasting waters from above
Torched and burned away
Poisoned in time and remembrance
But when time does come to say goodbye
As hot dry wind blow bleeding dust away
And as harshness scorched the ground
To turned clay into bleeding dust
We will rest our heads on barren sand
As bleeding dust will fill our hearts
And with dripping tears in drifting sand
We will feed this once barren land
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Fee
Keep walking, walking, walking, you may find that gold mine, or death, but treat them the same,we all die, some peeps never live in fear of death, other live before they die, the cutting edge is for me..
be fearless....
Life goes on..
Great write.
Will we awaken to find ourselves watching the stage coach roll out of sight, knowing that we could have been on it?
God Bless,
Lew
Powerfully emotive, never ever give up hope. I believe in ya. :) Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Peace, Love, and Light
Amber "V"