Find all these poems and more, plus, you get to read the stories behind them in this book of poetry by; E Lloyd Kelly "the-poet"
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Welcome to Montreal once again
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Welcome to Montreal once again,
a place where all & varied views can contend
Even though one might get turned around and sometimes and get send,
to the far side of the farm to water and tend,
yes it’s okay to get upset on some day but…
be sure to make your way back to Montreal again
This is my Montreal,
and she’s the fairest, finest city of them all
World renown for her many festivals,
Rubbing shoulders with street protesters, and carnival. Continue reading
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Welcome to Montreal once again,
a place where all & varied views can contend
Even though one might get turned around and sometimes and get send,
to the far side of the farm to water and tend,
yes it’s okay to get upset on some day but…
be sure to make your way back to Montreal again
This is my Montreal,
and she’s the fairest, finest city of them all
World renown for her many festivals,
Rubbing shoulders with street protesters, and carnival. Continue reading
Wanted
Alert, alert, here’s an amber alert.
There’s a prowler on the loose and he should be approached with extreme caution
Here’s the description of our subject, he goes by the name; The Poet,
He is known to lurk in deep dark corners such as; your mind
And is likely to pounce with sharp piercing objects such as; the tongue.
He was last seen in the Montreal Quebec areas but is also known to move around very frequently
Jackson, oh Jackson, that’s the place they say where he was born
But his restless rambling spirit wouldn’t be held down, so he moved on
Creating havoc along the way by the provocative things which he says but…
Now he’s wanted, by special request and popular demand. Read More
The Road
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Lilly white roses, yellow, pink and red, freshly cut flowers pile high in bundle.
Monument of sacraments amidst the flickering lights, of many a burning candle
Heartfelt offering from strangers and friends,
For one whose life, on this very spot, met its fatal end
I see them there, a teddy bear, on well-carved lawns, corner lots,
I see them everywhere.
Bouquet and crosses, marks the site of loved ones loses.
That bridge once cross means innocence lost and another mother cries,
Papa sighs, crying, sighing, for a child who is not coming home. Much too soon gone.
Ghost cycle painted white, chained up against corrugated lamppost beneath city lights,
There on the corner where his last ride ends in doom,
It's an exhibit there in memory of one, gone too soon. Read more
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Lilly white roses, yellow, pink and red, freshly cut flowers pile high in bundle.
Monument of sacraments amidst the flickering lights, of many a burning candle
Heartfelt offering from strangers and friends,
For one whose life, on this very spot, met its fatal end
I see them there, a teddy bear, on well-carved lawns, corner lots,
I see them everywhere.
Bouquet and crosses, marks the site of loved ones loses.
That bridge once cross means innocence lost and another mother cries,
Papa sighs, crying, sighing, for a child who is not coming home. Much too soon gone.
Ghost cycle painted white, chained up against corrugated lamppost beneath city lights,
There on the corner where his last ride ends in doom,
It's an exhibit there in memory of one, gone too soon. Read more
To be a Leader (leading from in front).
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They said that you couldn’t win it
They said you weren’t ready
They said that you have way too many friends
Whom you done turned to enemy
They said that you couldn’t do it
They said you were too young
“I’ve got this”, you told the doubting clan
Then went on to won it, by a margin of one.
“Just one you know” many was quick to say,
And that one was never enough to get you all the way
But the others who knew’s that they couldn’t lose,
Know that they’d lost it by a runaway. Read more
Sunset Poem
Sitting here in awe I’m a-watching
The hot yellow sun slowly a-setting
Tumbling down bit by bit
Carrying the light of day with it
Watching shadows a-growing tall
As dark grew brave into nightfall
And geese fly south to yonder rest
To feed their young and cover the nest
But I'm still here a-sitting in this same ole spot
As I blinked the eyes in awe and watch
The golden sun’s long spiky ray
B/Sides stained glass windows in tall frame-A
In the front of a church where the speckled bird perched
And I still a-sitting in awe and stare,
At the sinking sun behind trees there
Where the sun went down… and out.
By; E Lloyd Kelly 29th Sept. 2016
Poem #12 of 19 in the book: Waters of Silver Springs by E Lloyd Kelly
Sitting here in awe I’m a-watching
The hot yellow sun slowly a-setting
Tumbling down bit by bit
Carrying the light of day with it
Watching shadows a-growing tall
As dark grew brave into nightfall
And geese fly south to yonder rest
To feed their young and cover the nest
But I'm still here a-sitting in this same ole spot
As I blinked the eyes in awe and watch
The golden sun’s long spiky ray
B/Sides stained glass windows in tall frame-A
In the front of a church where the speckled bird perched
And I still a-sitting in awe and stare,
At the sinking sun behind trees there
Where the sun went down… and out.
By; E Lloyd Kelly 29th Sept. 2016
Poem #12 of 19 in the book: Waters of Silver Springs by E Lloyd Kelly
Women dressed in black
100,000 women dressed in black joined protest rallies across many city block
Demonstrating against plans to tighten up, already restrictive abortion policy setup.
Meanwhile tomorrow’s children are left back in yesterday
For now women no longer have to pay
And one recalls when Henry Morgentaler say;
I have no regrets;
I’ve fulfilled the hopes and dreams of my ma and pa today
Have these people forgotten that,
Women used to die from self-induced or abortions quack,
And that unwanted children were given away
To institutions where they suffered trauma that took the joys of life away
And made them into anxious, depressed individuals with grudges against society? Read more
100,000 women dressed in black joined protest rallies across many city block
Demonstrating against plans to tighten up, already restrictive abortion policy setup.
Meanwhile tomorrow’s children are left back in yesterday
For now women no longer have to pay
And one recalls when Henry Morgentaler say;
I have no regrets;
I’ve fulfilled the hopes and dreams of my ma and pa today
Have these people forgotten that,
Women used to die from self-induced or abortions quack,
And that unwanted children were given away
To institutions where they suffered trauma that took the joys of life away
And made them into anxious, depressed individuals with grudges against society? Read more
Jenny was
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Jenny was a very pretty little girl, till somebody took her out of this world,
Those small town cops didn't ask for help, they tried to solve the case all by themselves.
They never did, and I wish Jenny had lived, but she never did
So I tried very hard to make some sense of it, but somehow all the pieces does not fit
She was somebody's queen-of-hearts who dreamt of marriage and a family to start
She never did, and I wish Jenny had lived, Oh but she never did
That afternoon it was not late, she went for a walk out by the lake
She wants to soak up some fresh air, before her walk back to the house there where Jenny live
And I wish Jenny had lived, but she never did
Heaven only knows and can say why
Some people live while the others may die,
Why now can't I stop these tears from falling?
For Jenny, sweet girl Jenny, Oh I wish Jenny had lived. Read more
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Jenny was a very pretty little girl, till somebody took her out of this world,
Those small town cops didn't ask for help, they tried to solve the case all by themselves.
They never did, and I wish Jenny had lived, but she never did
So I tried very hard to make some sense of it, but somehow all the pieces does not fit
She was somebody's queen-of-hearts who dreamt of marriage and a family to start
She never did, and I wish Jenny had lived, Oh but she never did
That afternoon it was not late, she went for a walk out by the lake
She wants to soak up some fresh air, before her walk back to the house there where Jenny live
And I wish Jenny had lived, but she never did
Heaven only knows and can say why
Some people live while the others may die,
Why now can't I stop these tears from falling?
For Jenny, sweet girl Jenny, Oh I wish Jenny had lived. Read more
Gwen
Years, oh careless years whatever have you gone and done
You have wasted away the lives of the mighty, as is the simple and the young
I remember it well, I remember way back when
We walked hand in hand along the water's edge, me and my girlfriend Gwen
Walking on the beach of Poggee, holding onto each other's hand
Looking back as the waves sweep over our footprints in the sand
Oh how she loved me then, she never did forget to tell
Ours was the kind of bonds, which would last till Time freezes hell
Oh how I'd love to watch you run, across the wet sand again down there
From my lofty place upon the rock, to see wind blowing through your long brown hair
But the years those careless years, have done cheated us out of the mighty bliss
And even threatened to Channel the memories, into the deep and dark obbys.
E Lloyd Kelly (The-Poet)
This is poem #9 of 19 or more poems in the book; Waters of Silver Springs.
Find it on E Lloyd’s Author’s Page on Author’s Central
Years, oh careless years whatever have you gone and done
You have wasted away the lives of the mighty, as is the simple and the young
I remember it well, I remember way back when
We walked hand in hand along the water's edge, me and my girlfriend Gwen
Walking on the beach of Poggee, holding onto each other's hand
Looking back as the waves sweep over our footprints in the sand
Oh how she loved me then, she never did forget to tell
Ours was the kind of bonds, which would last till Time freezes hell
Oh how I'd love to watch you run, across the wet sand again down there
From my lofty place upon the rock, to see wind blowing through your long brown hair
But the years those careless years, have done cheated us out of the mighty bliss
And even threatened to Channel the memories, into the deep and dark obbys.
E Lloyd Kelly (The-Poet)
This is poem #9 of 19 or more poems in the book; Waters of Silver Springs.
Find it on E Lloyd’s Author’s Page on Author’s Central
Prelude
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Fling flung emotions sprung
Holding Diablo’s careless hand
Like the sad refrain of an ancient song
About Dan and a man and a van?
Coated sugar cubes as the errands went
Alenor’s exhausted vacations spent
Sitting in limbo gripping wistful lament
Hastily made decisions masked in repent
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Fling flung emotions sprung
Holding Diablo’s careless hand
Like the sad refrain of an ancient song
About Dan and a man and a van?
Coated sugar cubes as the errands went
Alenor’s exhausted vacations spent
Sitting in limbo gripping wistful lament
Hastily made decisions masked in repent
Read more
Born for this
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A glimpse into your pile of nothingness, at how futile your life has been
You’re going to take nothing when you go out of here, cause you brought nothing in
You’re a loser; there I said it, you’re just trying to save your very skin
But until you lose what’s to be lost, you are never ever going to win.
You are trying and trying so very hard, wanting so much to succeed
Just so that you may consume it all, in all of your envy and in your greed.
But you’re a loser I know it, despite the social stair you be climbing
Until you lose what’s to be lost, you’re never going to win. Read more
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A glimpse into your pile of nothingness, at how futile your life has been
You’re going to take nothing when you go out of here, cause you brought nothing in
You’re a loser; there I said it, you’re just trying to save your very skin
But until you lose what’s to be lost, you are never ever going to win.
You are trying and trying so very hard, wanting so much to succeed
Just so that you may consume it all, in all of your envy and in your greed.
But you’re a loser I know it, despite the social stair you be climbing
Until you lose what’s to be lost, you’re never going to win. Read more
Delivered
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You planted seeds long ago and were not sparing with the water
You cultivated and watched them grew, cause that's who you are; a planter
You tilled the soil and sunk them in, beneath rays of a golden sun
For them you burned the midnight oil, your days were long and work never done
They sought you out and called you up ten thousand young minds to mold and teach
Your feet were swift, your arms were mighty to find them and reach. Read more
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You planted seeds long ago and were not sparing with the water
You cultivated and watched them grew, cause that's who you are; a planter
You tilled the soil and sunk them in, beneath rays of a golden sun
For them you burned the midnight oil, your days were long and work never done
They sought you out and called you up ten thousand young minds to mold and teach
Your feet were swift, your arms were mighty to find them and reach. Read more
Sweet waters of Silver Spring
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Sweet waters of Silver Spring
Oh what soft soothing pleasure you bring,
To my eyes, my ears, my thirsty lips,
My tongue so long to taste your flowing delight.
While skin touches your smooth cascade,
Beneath the soft shadows of night.
Your slender arms hugs the neck of Athlone way over on the left,
Whilst George Town's high hills, caresses your breast. Read more
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Sweet waters of Silver Spring
Oh what soft soothing pleasure you bring,
To my eyes, my ears, my thirsty lips,
My tongue so long to taste your flowing delight.
While skin touches your smooth cascade,
Beneath the soft shadows of night.
Your slender arms hugs the neck of Athlone way over on the left,
Whilst George Town's high hills, caresses your breast. Read more
Hair
Hair oh beautiful beloved hair, Be very careful where you grow
Not all regions are going to be as friendly you know, And allow you to prosper and freely flow
In some region they're waiting with sharp edges, To cut you short and will not hesitate to cut you low. At other times the tool of choice is to whack you hard with a no no
Whether tied up in knots beneath nets and hats, Or let loose and hanging low
Dare you not brush against bare skin, or be opt to get tossed to and fro. Read more
Hair oh beautiful beloved hair, Be very careful where you grow
Not all regions are going to be as friendly you know, And allow you to prosper and freely flow
In some region they're waiting with sharp edges, To cut you short and will not hesitate to cut you low. At other times the tool of choice is to whack you hard with a no no
Whether tied up in knots beneath nets and hats, Or let loose and hanging low
Dare you not brush against bare skin, or be opt to get tossed to and fro. Read more
Be sure to familliarize yourself with some of the fabulous works of the poet by visiting these pages; Home, Journal, Sweepstakes, which are among some of the most interesting pages here.