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[scatteredthoughts2]

Talking with Ghosts.

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I need to take a minute ,

Just a moment of your time,

To tell you a little secret,

And I hope that you don't mind.

You see, it's been worrying my brain,

It's been locked inside my head,

How to tell you I'm not living,

That you've been talking to the dead.

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I saw you sitting on this bench;

It must be a month ago,

And when I saw that you were weeping,

I just had to say hello.

At first you didn't answer,

So I sat down with you and waited,

And when you started talking;

My curiosity was sated.

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You told me how you sat here,

And in the silence you would pray

And though a thousand people passed you by,

None bid you the time of day.

You told me of your family,

All grown up and flown the nest,

And though the seldom got in touch,

You thought they did their best.

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Now you tell me that my friendship,

Has filled a hole inside your heart,

How our daily conversations,

Of your life, are now a part.

And you say you want to cook for me,

To make me a special meal,

To repay me for my kindness,

To show the gratitude you feel.

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And how am I to tell you,

That I cannot leave this park,

That this is where I died,

And my grave's without a mark.

How can I say to you,

Without driving you away,

That I must haunt this park,

Until my judgment day.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

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[jonaswpoetry]

My friend! How are you this evening? I hope living and feeling well. Do words ever escape you when writing (or just speaking to others)? What do you do to recapture the lost words? Or are they lost forever? Also, what's your journal life like? Do you journal daily?

On this evening (which is a different one to that which you initially enquired, it having now passed) I am very well! I am enjoying a nice, strong cider, and listening to some great music. I’m rather tired, but that’s nothing new.

It must be said, words escape me in every walk of life, including when writing. With speech the issue is more usually vocal articulation than actually picking words to spout, but even that can be a struggle at times; it happens regularly at work, and can be supremely inconvenient. I’ll usually apologise, pause for a moment to reorientate myself physically and mentally, and try again,. When it happens while I’m writing I’ll sometimes find myself frantically trawling online thesauri [Chrome corrected to this so I’m assuming it is in fact the plural form of thesaurus] for words related to that which I actually want so I can pull it from the fringes of my consciousness into its inescapable forefront. If not that, I might put a placeholder word and come back to it, or indeed just step away from the work entirely until I can look back again and (hopefully) be slapped in the face by what previously insisted on inhabiting my shadow.

It does of course happen where a word I knew to be perfect somehow falls beyond recovery, and I’m forced to make do with a mediocre alternative (or indeed alternatives, if multiple words are required to make up for the loss of that most appropriate article). Similarly, too many times I will have an idea for a line or several lines that sound excellent in my head, but no note becomes taken and upon finally trying to recall them I come up totally dry. In that instance, I give up in frustration at both myself and whatever circumstance of life may have interfered with recording my (presumed) genius.

My journal life is my poetry. I’ve never had any interest in recording my thoughts and experiences literally. I know my sister has written journals for several years, and my dad wrote a few in his younger days, but it truly does not appeal to me. Perhaps I don’t see my life and thoughts as interesting enough to document without being creative in their textual sealing. Maybe I’m just too lazy.

I hope you’ve had a good day, and wish you a fantastic weekend, friend. Take care!

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[heartofmuse]

If you could be on any serene island, (enchanted or not), for a year; what four things would you have to bring? Food and water is endlessly supplied.

Definately a machete, firestarting gear, a ton of books, some sort of music listening device that had an endless supply of songs and was solar powered. With that I think I'd make do. 🤣. Thanks for the ask!😊

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[tawnywrites]

Prompt Tag

Prompt:

Write about the current weather.

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED @poeticnightmare89

I fear a lot of things. Thunder was one of them. 

I shiver whenever they struck on the right moment once my defenses are down. The windows of my house lit up for a moment and the sound of the skies crashing from above would make me seek refuge under my blankets.

I couldn’t write. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t see.

I cower under the comfort of my pillows alone in this dark room hoping that it would go away.

I tag

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[emijott]

Jarel again... Back with another question. If you could be a Star or a Planet what would your name be? What lengths and depths would you shine?

Jarel☆ hiya!! I love your asks. I would be a star. Stars, like planets are alone, but stars to me can shine as themselves while being surrounded by other stars. It's a heavenly body of unique individuals who shine together.

That's really amazing to me.

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[scatteredthoughts2]

The continuous dream.

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I dreamed a dream the other night,

And it went on and on,

It kept repeating, byte by byte,

Til I was rescued by the dawn.

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I tried to wake but it was in vain,

I was doomed to dream this dream,

And when it finished it began again,

Until my head began to scream.

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I can't remember what it was about,

But I know it made me cry,

And I tried and tried to figure out,

Some way to say goodbye.

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Oh this dream was clogging up my head,

And it would not go away,

And I got to thinking I was dead,

And forever it must stay.

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It went on and on and would not stop,

Repeating o'er and o'er,

And from my bed I did drop,

And woke screaming on the floor.

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I blamed it on the cheese I ate,

Before I went to bed,

So beware my friend and don't eat too late,

Or you'll muddle up your head.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

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[scatteredthoughts2]

The Farewell Song.

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Somewhere along the way,

we lost what we had found,

'Neath clouds of morbid grey,

and a silence so profound.

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In the mist of early morn,

with the sun a reddish haze,

There came the misty dawn,

and the coldness of your gaze.

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And I wondered what had happened,

had it happened over night,

Was it you or I who changed,

and could our wrongs be put to right.

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But I know it's gone awry,

and everything is wrong,

And there's nothing left to do,

but to sing our farewell song.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

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[scatteredthoughts2]

...... phone calls from the dead......

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I answer the phone in the downstairs hall;

( I knew that you were going to call),

I listen to your distant tone,

I am ill at ease, I am so alone,

And I wonder why you are calling me,

And why you will not let me be.

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I cried so much when you went away,

I missed you more with each passing day,

And sometimes at night, in the blessed silence,

I ached so much to feel your presence,

To hear your voice , to feel your touch,

My God, I ached for you so much.

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But now your voice is in my head,

The distant voice of those long dead,

You are calling me from the other side,

With a voice that will not be denied,

I don't want your whispers in my brain,

You are slowly driving me insane.

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So go away and don't return,

Don't make my insides ache and burn,

I loved you when you lived with me,

But now it's time to set me free,

The dead should live with the other dead,

And not be living inside my head.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

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[scatteredthoughts2]

The Faerie Child

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Oh where! oh where! is our faerie child,

All lost to us and living wild,

Oh where! oh where! did our child go,

He was sitting here just an hour ago.

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When he was here he was far away,

And we always said that he would not stay,

His mind was not on earthly things;

But far away on Faerie wings.

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Oh! Woe are we, our child is gone,

To the wilderness and beyond,

Where crystal streams of magic flow,

That is where our child did go.

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We weep for you, our little one,

For to the Faeries you have gone,

To the waters and the wild,

Forever more a Faerie child.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

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Inspired by Mike Frawley and The Lost Child by W. B. Yates.

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[scatteredthoughts2]

Taking Charge of My Life.

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I know you think you know me,

But there is something you should know,

I was a different person,

And it was not so long ago.

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I lived a troubled life,

I left ruin where e'er I went,

And, though I tried, I could not stop,

Until every cent was spent.

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I caused hurt to all my loved ones,

I brought them doubt and pain,

And yet, when I was down and out,

They were there for me again.

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I know I cannot change the past,

I know what's done is done,

But I can control my future,

And take charge of what's to come.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

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[scatteredthoughts2]

Mysteries.

This world of ours hides mysteries,

There are secrets we can never know,

There are wonders that fill us with awe,

Magic places, we cannot go.

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There are things we cannot understand,

Feelings we can never share,

Tears that stain our faces red,

Tears that fall when you're not near.

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Sometimes in dreams we think we find,

The answers to life's mysteries,

But when we wake, we still are blind,

Our answers lost on autumn's breeze.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

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[scatteredthoughts2]

How lonely are my dreams.

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Ghosts visit me in sleep,

And they come back every night,

They watch me as I weep,

And they stay until daylight.

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I think it's you who sends them,

Because it hurts too much to see;

How lonely are my dreams,

Since you're not here with me.

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Sometimes when I'm dreaming,

You are here with me again,

But when I wake the night is empty,

With just the echo of your name.

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How lonely are my dreams,

As I search for you in vain,

And you're ghosts watch over me,

But they cannot soothe my pain.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

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[scatteredthoughts2]

The Sixteenth Floor .

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I live behind locked doors,

It's a choice I made myself,

You see, I hate when people laugh at me,

And their dogs begin to yelp.

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It's been years since I went out;

There's no garden sixteen high,

So I watch the traffic far below,

And at night I watch the sky.

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My flat is such a mess,

I don't like to throw things out,

And when the welfare people call,

They cover up their nose and mouth.

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I hear voices through the walls,

And they say I have to go,

And they want to take away my cat,

Who died eight weeks ago.

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How I wish they'd all just go away,

And leave me on my own,

They tell me it's all for the best,

But I don't want to leave my home.

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The clock is ticking faster,

They are hammering at my door,

And my windows are nailed tightly shut,

Up on the sixteenth floor.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts 2

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[scatteredthoughts2]

Strange Whispers.

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There are secrets waiting in this ghostly place,

A hint, a clue, the faintest trace,

Of happenings, of lives before,

Of secrets buried, beneath the floor.

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Hear the voices in the cobwebbed halls,

The wandering spirit's, whispered calls,

Repeating tales of grief and woe,

Tragedies, from so long ago.

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Ancient lives, lived in brick and stone,

The ghosts of those who died alone,

The very walls have tales to tell,

From the attic dust, to the basement well.

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To the silence, you must lend your ear,

If of these ghosts, you wish to hear,

And sometimes, when the night is still,

Your heart will feel, their ghostly chill.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

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[scatteredthoughts2]

Talking with Angels.

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The softest whispers of the snow,

Angels breath to tell me so,

A loss that fills me, heart and soul,

That n'er again can I be whole.

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An emptiness that can't be filled,

A shivering that can't be stilled,

A silence only I can hear,

And loneliness that's so hard to bear.

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How strange it feels now that you are gone,

I'm not so sure I can carry on,

The dark is scary and I need your touch,

This emptiness is way too much.

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They talk of how we'll meet again,

How love can conquer every pain,

But they are wrong, and this I know,

Because the angels told me so.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts 2

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