There are no more legends
No myths to follow
The old world is passing
Can you hear the fiddle?
The dust under our feet
makes clouds on the porch
Old chairs creak in the wind
I am weary of phantoms
No longer will I give them life
by short-changing mine
The crickets chirp all day now
Crows gather awaiting a storm
Sweep the dust off the porch
Leave the chair behind you
Taste the new rain that falls
There are no more legends
You are the hero
Now you write the words
Comes a time when we have to realize that we are not a product of our parents lives and what they entailed and that we don't have to follow the teachings of them or anyone else for that matter. Comes a time when we need to be ourselves regardless of the world around us.
Lin, I Love The Wisdoms Inside Your verses!
"No longer will I give them life
by short-changing mine" oh how many times I have recall short changing mine!
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Whenever I am notified that you've written a new poem, I smile. You have a simplicity to your writing that is also profound. Very wise write. So glad I found your work!
Myth have it that Nero played the fiddle as Rome was alight with fire.
The truth at the en was that the fire started on the Camps of March stables by an oil lamp accidentally falling on the hay. Now you have it from the very horse's mouth that jumped from a window and was left to tell.
More legends? you bet, but them will cost you thirty pieces of Silver.
Stunning piece that expresses so well the dying culural and artistic talents of our times. I think it was country legend George Jones who sang "Who's Going To Fill Their Shoes" and that is so appropos in all of the arts.
I used to think that each of us is a hero in his/her own life,
a legend in the making. Fortunately, that bubble was popped when
my daughter asked me, Dad, how was in back in the olden days when
you were alive? I really like this, Linda. -gene.
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Excellent, Gerry
Great Write, enjoyed this, Pierre
"No longer will I give them life
by short-changing mine" oh how many times I have recall short changing mine!
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Ron
Regis
The truth at the en was that the fire started on the Camps of March stables by an oil lamp accidentally falling on the hay. Now you have it from the very horse's mouth that jumped from a window and was left to tell.
More legends? you bet, but them will cost you thirty pieces of Silver.
Georg
keep writing your words ...
A strong, well-wrought wake-up call to all, a positive declaration of spirit and new hope and moving on. Very fine poem.
John
enjoyed much
Peace be with you
William
Fee
In Spirit,
Bear
a legend in the making. Fortunately, that bubble was popped when
my daughter asked me, Dad, how was in back in the olden days when
you were alive? I really like this, Linda. -gene.