You Are Immortal E-Book

May Woodham

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 23

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

45 poems about jealousy, death, depression, the daily grind but also hopes, dreams and indeed immortality.

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May Woodham

You Are Immortal

Poems

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© 2018 May Woodham

Verlag und Druck: tredition GmbH, Hamburg

ISBN

Paperback:

978-3-7469-6194-1

Hardcover:

978-3-7469-6195-8

e-Book:

978-3-7469-6196-5

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Ideal

How I wish one could amend,

T’would prove needless to repent;

All one’s deeds free from dismay,

The mind content ev’ry day.

It is not to be adored,

Only say I am unflawed;

What’s done were to bring on harm,

As well cut off mine own arm.

There, my foibles and false moves

Won’t forsake, to me they fuse;

And words, as soon as revealed

Can, not ever, be repealed.

How to make oneself at home

With oneself? It must be known!

I should duly turn recluse,

In my exile write and muse.

Not Me

He looks at her,

He speaks to her,

Goes for walks with her;

Her hand in his,

How jammy that is!

But she

Is not me.

Her sight to me is injury,

Within, indignant mutiny,

Rust I unrelentingly

Yet shut it be inside;

This plight

Is not right.

My mind entirely worn

From the smarting it has borne

And spirit unprettily stained;

In giving I strained,

All profit now be mine;

Will he, one sweet morn,

Divine

His own twine?

Only Friend

Now they’ve left you one and all

And at last you’ve reached nightfall;

If you keep me by your side,

Courage never shall be tried.

Anguish, gloom, despair make grow

My desire not to go;

No one alone an island, true:

Thus I’ll share this isle with you.

Few demands I’d surely make,

An ounce of room I’d merely take;

Boundless my devotion yet,

All my time and care you’ll get.

Whate’er good will people do?

They deceive and misconstrue!

My name is loneliness and

I am the one, your only friend.

Suddenly

My tread, bewildered, on this path

Attend I passing’s aftermath;

Sun that smiles, her beams fan out –

Pray what is there to smile about?

For one discovers there’s a change

In mortality that’s too strange.

Feelings, nature, gave plenty spark –

Suddenly, lights of life go dark;

When surging air once brought content –

Suddenly final breath be spent,

And how come a man full grown

Suddenly fits into an urn?

Distant age from here seemed so sure,

But suddenly you were no more.

Speak To Me Not Of Love

Speak to me not of love,

Tormenting, grievous thing,

For maimed and harmed am I

By its cruel deadly sting.

What parasite, what leech,