POETRY FROM THE EIGHTIES - C.D. Smith

 

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POETRY FROM THE EIGHTIES - 21 pieces

A song of Night

At The Park

Concentration

Does My Love Still Wait for Me

Dreaming

Gail! My Friend

Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds:  Parody

Love Songs Break My Heart

Love Trial

Ode To A Star

Oh Star Thou Guiding Light

Puppy Love

Somewhere over the mountain

Sorrow

Springtime

Striking Metal

Tears of Love

The Beautiful Winter Rose

The Cage

The Silent Messenger

The Victim

 

 

Ode To A Star

Craig D Smith (1989)

 

I toiled from one hour to the next

My inference seemed in a mess -

I watched the little lamp that burned,

The midnight oil in it, get less.

 

The moon outside seemed so alone

I looked above; it broke my heart.

My thoughts then turned to love -

I thought of you, "we are apart".

 

My eyes then searched the sky 

and lay transfixed upon a star.

Its beauty gave me sight

To see that the sun is not so far.

 

For although the midnight oil

Burned out and made me mope,

The thought that the sun will rise

Filled my soul with renewed hope.

 

When I am called upon,

My knowledge, to put to the test;

Then I'll think of that star

That set my mind at rest.

 

And when I see you again

Your radiance will fill my soul - 

And like the sun that rises,

My love for you will be whole.  

 

 

Oh Star Thou Guiding Light

            Circa. 1985

 When the clouds draw a veil, over the face of the moon

Then you must brace yourself, For I'll be returning soon.

When you see stars shine, In the lonely skies above

Let that be a sign, Of my undying love.

 

For the stars above they shine

Wherever it is I roam

And may you always remember

That they're guiding me home.

 


Springtime

02-Sep-1988, sitting at the city hall park waiting for a friend

 

The pigeon spreads it's wings

Form the man-made fountain to depart;

After experiencing the cool of the water,

It seeks the desire of it's heart.

 

Although food was scarce

And spring arrived late

The warmth of the sun

Says: "It's time to seek a mate!"

 

 

The Silent Messenger

 

 Oh wind, stop hissing,

I hear you now;

But a favour from you I want,

So badly, my tears show how.

 

Go back to the hill,

Where my heart doth pine to be -

And ask the one I love

To please come back to  me.

 

 

Sorrow

1988, my friend did not know which way to turn

In just a little time,

You say it's not so fine.

While saraband play on, so loud,

You sit under dark cloud.

 

 

Love Trial

A Re-worked version of Somewhere Over The Mountain

Over the mountain, close to the sea

My beloved is patient, waiting for me.

All I want is to be close to her,

Take her in my arms, and hold her near.

 

Each day I try to reach the top of the hill

While enemies close in, ready to kill.

Even as I struggle up this hill so steep

My eyes begin to close and I fall asleep.

 

I hear the sound of waves, calling out to me.

Sometimes when high sun, her shadow I see.

My heart beats faster, each step that I take.

And I pull the rope so hard, that it begins to break.

 


Does My Love Still Wait for Me

 

Sitting alone, overcome with sorrow

Wondering, why'd my heart turn to stone.

I feel unable to face tomorrow

Knowing that I had left you alone.

 

The yearning in my heart has expanded -

And I know now just how much I care.

But though I try not to be candid:

When I come, will I find you there?

 

 

Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds:  Parody

Based on the Shakespeare sonnet form

 

I won't poke my nose in your love affair;

Love only flourishes when kept aglow.

If you awake at night and he's not there,

I won't taunt you and say, "I told you so."

 

I won't give you news that you can't refuse,

Neither will I try your love to impede.

Love has golden moments and also blues;

Now for me it's blue and I do concede.

 

Take time to think, before making your mind,

For the journey that you take does not end.

When things get rough and in your heart you find:

That you want me; 'Twill be too late to mend.

 

Tonight I will wait where the road does fork;

If you're not there, midnight - Alone I'll walk!

 

 

The Cage

1986

 

The colour in his face had changed to pale,

And the sweat poured out like blood.

The air all around was hot and stale

While the river'd begun to flood.

 

The storm raged and the heat persisted

His eyes were heavy and his head drooped

"Get up and fight" his heart insisted

But the movements of his body were looped

 


Love Songs Break My Heart

Aug. 1989

 

I’m thinking of you

And it makes me feel blue

To hear the love song on the radio.

The rain falling outside

Are like tears that I've cried

For you all these months, And yet you don't know.

 

If your hands were near to hold

I wouldn't feel so cold

But now I've got my face against the dripping window pane.

My heart for you doth long

When I hear a love song

And now my sea of tears, Are mixing with the rain. 

 

 

The Beautiful Winter Rose

A modified sonnet form consisting of 10 lines

 

'Twas late in winter when gardens are bare

And not a single smile did I behold.

But I encountered a face filled with cheer;

And my heart told me, to get up be bold.

 

'Twas early in Spring when I saw my rose,

Was sweeter than the sweetest flower could be.

Perfume of roses and dew filled my nose,

While a soft and tender smile greeted me.

 

But now I sit and wonder how 'twill end:

Will she always be here, or just a friend.

 

 

Dreaming

 

 I closed my eyes to sleep last night

And awoke with such a fright!

'Twas you I met along the beach,

But you were out of my reach.

 

I tried to speak with angel voice;

My heart did skip a beat.

When I tried to touch the garments you wore,

I awake grasping my sheet.

 

I remember those eyes of hazel brown

As deep as stars at night.

And when I awoke to find you gone,

My tears I fought, with all my might.

 


Puppy Love

1984

 

Every single day, You came my way

I asked you to stay, But you always say nay.

You came into my life, Now you are someone's wife

I'm living through pain and strife, I have turned to the knife.

I used to meet you after school,

We'd hold hands at the swimming pool.

I used to feel O! so cool

But I didn't know I was your fool.

 

 

Striking Metal

            I attended a short welding course in 1987

 

You weld and weld for years and years

And just cannot improve;

You strike your rod as best you can

But can't get in the groove

You lift your helmet from your face

Should see how that spark flies;

Upon your clothes, all over the place

And even in your eyes.

 

 

Tears of Love

 

I’m sorry for the embarrassment caused

By my sea of unleashed tears.

I couldn’t help show how I cared,

And parting instilled more fears.

It wasn’t a lie when I said I care

In a little while you were a friend so dear.

I’d hoped that we would always stay

But fate meant us to move away.

 

 

Gail! My Friend

 

O! Gail, thou who art to me a friend

I remember how, thou consoled me in the past.

People they say that all friendships must end,

But I know that ours, was mean’t  fore’er to last.

When the season is over and it’s time for us to part;

My consolation is that, I have a place deep in thine heart.

Thou art in my mind, so beautiful and kind –

Another friend like thee, I know I’ll never find.

 

 

Somewhere over the mountain

 

Somewhere over the mountain

Very close to the sea

My beloved sits in patience

While she waits for me.


I try my very best

To get close to her,

To take her in my arms

And to hold her near.


I struggle every day to

Reach the top of the hill

While my enemies close in

On me, ready to kill.


And even as I struggle

Up this hill so steep

My eyes begin to close

And it seems I fall asleep.


I hear the sound of the waves

Calling desperately to me.

And sometimes when high sun,

Her shadow I see.


My heart beats so much faster,

Every step up that I take.

And I pull the rope so tightly,

That it begins to break.

 

 

The Victim

 

After many months, he sighs:

The contract at last complete.

“I deserve this rest,” he says;

Regards his work as a feat.

But after he has rested,

His money now decreased.

Opportunities for work

He notices have ceased.

His children at school –

His wife has left;

Frustration too much,

He resorts to theft.

 


A song of Night

 - Craig D Smith, 1989

A star beamed forth before my eyes
The moon, half full yet bright.
I heard the hooting of the owl,
My heart beat fast with fright.

I fuelled the fire with extra wood,
And closed my eyes, awhile to sleep.
While above my head, it's branches low,
The sorrowful willow did weep.

The moon which only shines at night,
When asleep are all Earth's crowds;
Became aware that I was lying awake
And hid behind the clouds.

The darkness seemed to amplify
The sounds which I oft mistook.
Like I thought I'd heard a babe gurgling,
Yet it was the mountain brook.

I might have been asleep for a long while yet,
When I felt the bashful moon appear.
But looking toward East and seeing the orange mountain top,
I knew that dawn was near.

 

 

Concentration

 

I just can’t help myself from all these thoughts

As I try to concentrate.

My mind just runs away from me, can’t even hear

Those cats while they mate.

 

I see you swimming in a foreign sea, enjoying the thrill

Of its breaking waves.

Call out your name.  You don’t hear that by the tone of my voice,

How for you my poor heart craves.

 

Oh the pain is too much to bear, when I see

The ocean evaporate.

Tears in my eyes rise explosively; but please stop!

I must concentrate.

 


At The Park

 

The sound of the birds soothes my mind

And the air is cool and clean.

People around me, happy and kind

How tranquil it is and serene.

 

My thoughts wander far away from me,

I’m in a world all my own.

The sound of the fountain tells me of the sea

And I feel no longer alone.

 

I see the waves rolling onto the shore

And I hear the children’s voices, sweet.

I feel the pleasure of seeing things I adore
While my heart pumps rhythmically to each beat.

 

Suddenly I’m awakened by the harsh hammering

At the nearby construction site.

The reality of city life begins to ring,

When the birds screech and take to flight.

 

 

 

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