Poem -
THOU PURE ONCE
So bright and glittering , you once
When visited me the first
Pure and fresh from Him , not now
Oh soul ! what made you fade ?
Turned you impure by my days and deeds
New mark black daily added
The distance every day becomes wider
From the eternal to the mortal .
No I , without you,
But thou be without me.
I know my frailties
But no control over you.
I wish you had me always
For , I'm nothing when you leave
But you'll go one day , without bye.
To merge with the Light above !
You the tend to move the right
But me , divert you to wrong ,
Causes for the conflicts from within
Unpardonable and painful !
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Dear friends,
This poem links the mortal with immortality , share your views, thanks.
nice...good
Hello (My friend),
You cease to amaze us all, your poems are pure,mysterious and always eye freshening. Sayed you are a scholaristic entity that endows your words to speak. Each line of your poem, exuberates effortless mesmeriziation and tranquility to the eyes of the beholder, maintaining its own means of existance.Your poems are not merely rhymatic eloquence at play, they give birth to stories, championed far and wide. One man’s uncanny ability to master the faith of his own destiny, wishing to duplicate what once was everlasting, like that of water, with the ability to turn itself into ageless, fermented wine. Yet,(character), now status depleted or diminished, as a mere mortal, finds it slipping away, with the assistance of era after era mocking his presance, thus extending to his past and beyond,an overlayance into his future. Confessing his desires for and his worth without, he sorrows his faith, though she coming to terms with what once was, yet, now only a memory to their existence, proceeds on, leaving the past and what was once known by two behind, with glance behind, by her, never to be a duplication by she.. Desires, once won him, as a god by her, now a garnishment to mere man, of her desires. The duplication by her, for he and his affections, remains now a mystery, forever unmatched by her but not because of lack of trying,or through his persistence but through the loss of trust and compassion, he once ruled, yet now, has been lost through diminishment. A love once spun in the webs of eternal immortality beyond this world. That which once dealt in its immeasurable weight in gold or that of a diamond whose many faucets cut to an exquisite masterful brilliance, now has its compareance measured to, that of a stone unpolished and untouched by hands of man, without the knowledge of it’s true or once known but through time,forgotten value. Your poems are so directional; it within itself, will require a mortal, to spend a life time to decipher...Yours is a book, that can never be judged by it's cover...Stay well my friend...
Sincerest regards,
Jim
Dear Jim and Lily,
Your words are so encouraging , after reading your comment I understand the routine rotation of humans that is the life. the idea gives me an inspiration to compose the new ,
Your valuable sharing are most welcome.
Dear Jim, did you see my satirical poem,'waiting for the right time' ?
Greetings Sayed,
As we speak my friend.......As we speak my friend....
Jim