Poem Poetry: Whispers

Who whispers deep to my thoughts in sleep?

In day time also I often hear

A voice, it’s soft, it’s clear

Tells tales of truth and wonder

This quiet one, this voice of mine

This true resounding timbre

Is me myself, no other here would flounder

The subconscious mind speaks to me too

Helps to answer the confusion

Find answers to my predicaments

Intuitively recognizes my situations

Whispers words which I hear

I respectfully listen to them, smile

For these are most powerful messages

Truly authentic me which understand

To act upon

Today

Liam August 2019

Poem: I Am Sorry

I’ve made myself to be a fool

Again and yet again

Contained within this me the man

Who cares though all the same.

Those foolish words,

A stupid tone which cut, slashed and hurt

They came from one that once was pained

By that same deep down hurt

I now gnaw, upon myself

Upon my self-esteem.

Shamed by those bad deeds done

Shamed by those words that stun

Time is ready, now to redeem

That foolish, that selfish painted face

Who really is this reflection

Staring in my place

A thousand times we’ve met before

Though I never felt the need

The realization of how deep I’ve hurt

Through foolish thoughtless deeds

Now in mindful care filled free

It’s sharing giving being true to me

I ask, I pray to be forgiven

To be redeemed for my weakness

From those hurting words

That I caused you to worry.

“I am so sorry.”

Liam August 2019

Poetry Poem: The old Mariner

To the wind and the waves

With the mast in the sky

Sails pulled taught and the seagulls cry

My home is the sea the storm and the blue

White clouds flying through the rigging too

The crack of sail and the cold flung spray

It’s the wide horizon on a windy day

Which calls the shanty to my weathered lips

Of whales and maids of pirate ships

Of tea at the hearth and a hot clean bath

The trick is over the passage past

The cargo stowed like my memories too

In a locked treasure chest

On my arm tattoo

To my dreams I’ll fly in the night to come

Where again I’ll journey the me so young

Across oceans and seas where I had the life

Traders rum and the whetted knife

I’ve done the turn

I’ve lived the life

I’ve carried the burden

I’ve had the strife

Now it’s time for the hot cupa tea

It’s my children children who listening see

Those days far flung

Far deep in me

The wave the wind the dark blue sea.

Liam July 2019

Poetry Poems: Language of a Kiss

The languages we speak

The many tongues from many colors

May be foreign

May be strange

May be incomprehensible

When we really communicate

It’s the soul which weaves the magic

These feelings don’t lie

They personify the truth

The living being in you is mesmerized

For this recognition is immense, powerful real

Speaks a thousand languages and more

Communicates in energetic waves

We perceive sparking from these eyes

Dancing pirouette with butterflies

The strangest thing is not your color, language or creed

It’s my need

To communicate with my lips

The reality of what’s happening

With this one

Kiss

Liam 2019 July