Looking into the distance…

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

we stare into the interminable distance

wishing we could divine its existence

what waits for us on the other side–

is it a land filled with unequivocal promise

or will we remain in Nostalgia’s guileless grasp,

longing for  diamond memories of the past?

will we ever see the rise of the golden sun,

will he who stands beside us still be the one?

the wind is a temptress with liquid eyes

when she breezes or dampens our dreams

the light you once knew– may now play its trick.

in this age without prophets, how shall we know

save to feel the warmth of our heart’s afterglow?

look for signs in the eyes of another’s to show

before we reach to the sky, let’s ask ourselves why–

what is that purpose that will drive our reason?

let this be the guide to hold true  in the season.

but in  this minute, this hour, this moment–

treasure it unconditionally, let’s try not to lose it!

 It still stands waiting for us…

With troubled mind

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

You come to me with that look,

the one filled with many questions.

You had not anticipated feeling like this.

When did life stop being predictable?

Was it the day that we crossed paths?

Did it change your timetable and destination?

When you took the bus you knew its direction

but now you’re not so sure, did you miss your stop?

Or was it simply the law of cause and effect?

Boxes and cages

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Little girl take care

Don’t let the world tie you down

Shelve you in a box

Throw open those doors

Wake up from those vivid dreams

Make them come alive

You were born with wings

Spread them out- take to the sky

You were born to fly

Step out of the box

That will confine how you think–

Limit your world view

Beware of the cage

That barricades your thoughts with bars

Of doubts and fears

Find the pearls within

Shake off the grey shells of doom

You were born to bloom

Hoist out of your own petard…

Yet still I love you…

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I’ve travelled the world

I’ve landed in space

Still everywhere I see your face

I’ve admired the birds, flowers and oceans

Drifted in the  rush of flowing streams

Still I find you waiting  in my dreams

You have followed me wherever I have been

You shared in all that I have done, all I have seen

You’ve seen the paradoxes in me and I in you

Yet still…I love you

Shall we…?

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

What shall we be

if not each other’s keeper

when night becomes the grim-reaper

What shall we do

if we can’t salt the earth

and our flint can’t  fire give  birth

What shall we say

of he who had vision but could not see

she who had time but was never free

What shall we offer

to a child who cries for his  mother

when his hunger fuels hate for another

What will we find

when we peer to  depths of our soul

will it be  a mound or a big gaping hole

What shall I tell you

my dear friend – that your heart is on the mend

if we take hands  and give shoulders to lend

Seize this moment to choose a side

will you stand up or seek a place to hide?

You got the best of me

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

This poem contains a hidden poem to give you a total of at least three poems 

You’ve given me the best years

of your life and I’ve given you mine too,

the best gifts ever any woman could

want or man deserve, it’s been blessed!

As I gaze down life’s road; most of it has

been smooth. You’ve given me the

best time of my life. There was no one

quite like you, to do it quite like you.

We’ve had problems like most people

do, but no cracks that could not be tarred.

You spoke to me with your heart and soul,

filled the need in me, made me feel whole.

Our music played in perfect harmony

you knew the words before I sang them.

Let’s toast to many years ahead and

pray to choose the right fork in the road.

Long– I’ll remember, as you will too,

the best time of my life with you!

All this time

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

All this time

I’ve been caught in a stupor.

How could I forget

Memories we made together?

So many reminders

All this time,

Wherever I go

Still reflected in my heart.

You should know

Since you placed them there,

All this time

Carefully tended with your love.

When you call my name

It  all comes flooding back.

I thought I was over you

All this time.

The Desiderata of Blogging

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Go placidly amidst the posting,

commenting and liking of other blogs.

As far as possible– be on good terms

with all your blogger friends.

Speak your truth to yourself–

telling them only what they want to hear,

even those who annoy you by

reblogging what they haven’t read

to steal your hits and your likes.

Avoid busybody bloggers

who stalk you from their toilets–

never reading a thing you wrote.

They are shallow irritations to your art.

If you compare yourself to how

many followers they each have

or how fast their likes tally upwards,

you may as well close down your blog

since you will become morbid

and feel cheated for the work you put in.

Enjoy each comment and view

since it means someone has read you.

Keep interested in what made you blog

initially,however often or simply you blog.

It is a real achievement just to have posted.

Exercise caution in what you share–

your mother-in-law  may be a follower too.

Yet don’t be afraid to post your thoughts

otherwise you might as well write in your dairy.

Especially, be yourself, don’t pretend to be Prince.

Show your face behind the mask if that will help.

Do not press “like” when you do not understand

what the writer is trying to say.

Remember that they may catch you out

in their reply to your comment.

Take kindly the advice of other bloggers

especially if they have stood the test of time.

Nurture the strength of your ego to not

believe that everyone is writing about you.

They too have many flaws of their own.

So don’t stress with dark imaginings.

It’s not always about you, just sometimes

Practice discipline – you don’t have to

blog every hour or only once a month.

You are a child of the universe, not less

than the trees and the stars they all write about.

Regardless of which country you are from

you have a right to blog if you’ve paid WP.

And whether you have 5 followers or 1000

be content that your word is out there.

With all its faults, the internet takes you

to places you’ve never been and even if

you’d rather write a letter, nothing beats

a reply in an instant from a stranger

you don’t even know.

Keep peace in the knowledge

that each of your likes counts and let that

thought make you cheerful. Be happy!

Unseasonal rain

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Unseasonal–

is the soft drizzle, that mists up

my window pane – enveloping

and comforting –as a mother

to her newborn child.

Unseasonal–

when roles are reversed–

wanting, to take foetal position

for yourself – to be cuddled and nursed,

still oblivious to the world of heartache.

Unseasonal–

when Autumn leaves loiter about,

wanting, retrieval of the buds of Spring,

retracing the steps of your youth,

wandering– what you would do differently.

Unseasonal–

though it may seem– rain will come

as it chooses, soft drizzle or pelting hard!

Is it in your stars, the choice or the measure–

or do you just choose to dance in the rain…

wherever and whenever it comes …