Where Did The Words Go - T H E R E B A C K

Where did the words go?
I'll be damned if I truly know.
For some blanking reason, they just seemed to leave
With no warning or goodbyes, the flow of word just up and died.

Copyright December 2017

I Started this blog in December of 2017

It is now December of 2018

I am extremely happy to say that they are BACK

It wasn't so much a case of writer's block as it was having so many new and exciting things to do, and adventures to undertake, that the words got pushed to the back.  The prose came back first, even as we cruised along the Rhine for our anniversary. 

I am happy to say that the verse is back again, helped in part by editing and self-publishing two new works of verse and poetry.  

Street-Fighter, One of a Kind. is a short book that is written in verse about the Alpha Male of a Feral Community took care of.

As some of you may know, I made him into one of the three main characters of my Fantasy Mystery Series; "Jasper, Street-Fighter, and Me"

The book is available in e-book or paperback from Amazon
Amazon Link

Through the Years, A Blending of 5 Decades of Original Poetry

Contains a collection of 30 works from various eras of my life. It, of course, includes the Title Poem "Through the Years" which became the reason for creating this collection. It is one of the last works I wrote before the words stopped, so I am thrilled that it is also what brought my poetry back into my life.

This book is also available only through Amazon in e-format and also in paperback.  Link to Amazon

I hope you enjoy them, and I very happy to be back in verse.

"Walk Away" - A New Poem

“Walk Away”

The danger zone, it continues to persist,

Where opposites, continue to collide.

Does misfortune hinder my fortune?

Or does my fortune, cause my misfortune.

No, that, that cannot be,

For I have no fortune,

Which might lead to my misfortune.

I could say the same for failure and success

Except like most, especially as a writer

I’ve had to endure failure, before even moderate success.

OCD! No, that’s not for me.

I stuffed it all, into a single seed.

A seed, long ago sowed.

So, tell me why, must I control,

Where, When and Why I Go.

I know the answer,

I can no longer, simply agree,

I want a say, in where I go, what I see.

I’ve heard it said, “curiosity is what killed the cat.”

Not for me, though, efficiency, is what killed this cat,

More than once, too, I hate to say.

For me efficiency doesn’t pay, no matter what they say

So now, when I feel the urge,

To improve on a process, that works perfectly fine.

I purge the idea, from my mind.

Get up, and simply walk away.

©January 10, 2017

Richard Nurse

17-01

True Then - True Today

Taking a step a little farther back in time.

A Burning

There is a burning,

From deep within.

A longing fighting

To surface and win.

The burning, grows hotter,

With each passing day,

The longing, becoming stronger,

With each thought of you

Each day, I have found,

That I spend more time,

Thinking and, dreaming of

The next time I will see you.

©September 28, 1977

Richard Nurse

77-02

Written in the early 80's - Fly Away

The following poem was written in the early 1980's and is part of a collection of verse from that era, that I recently rediscovered.  It definitely meets the criteria for this blog.

Fly Away

Fly away, fly away

Fly away sorrow

Leave me now, so I

May have a bright morrow.

Don’t tease me with the

Light, of a mid-storm calm.

Only to fill it with the wind

That rips the life from a palm.

You’ve watched me rise,

To stand proud and tall.

Only to trip me, so

You could watch the fall.

So fly away, fly away

Leave me NOW. Sorrow.

I don’t have any more

Lives from which to borrow.

Richard Nurse

December 1981

My Own Game

My Own Game

Alone,

Lost in a sea of Humanity

Will somebody tell me why?

Nobody ever seems to notice me.

Jostled and bumped, time and again

Not one, oh, I’m sorry, or excuse me, from them.

Look, at their faces, do you see what I see?

Not a single person, is looking at me.

Could it be, that I don’t really exist?

No, I exist, because I can feel the pain

So why, when I cry out for help,

Is it always, as if, it is all in vain.

Am I special, in some way?

Or am I simply, just so plain?

That no one notices me.

No one knows my name.

Wait, I’m beginning to like it this way.

A little more so, with each, passing day.

To be someone, completely different,

To play, alone, in my own game.

Still awash in a sea of humanity,

Jostled, and bumped, time and again.

No longer, does it bother me,

For you see, I’m alone, alone in my own game.

©December 19, 2016

Richard Nurse

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Photo by Alex Pragor
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Solitude - A New Poem written for a Prompt

Solitude

Oh beautiful place of solitude

So serene

So still

Let me lose myself in you

A place to think

A place to pray

A place to cry

A place to remember

Let me sit on the shore

As the seasons change

Touches of gold mingle

In with the chartreuse hues

A place to think

A place to pray

A place to cry

A place to remember

A painting by the artist

Known only as Mother Nature 

Reflected by a liquid mirror

Provided for her use, by the creator

A place to think

A place to pray

A place to cry

A place to remember

A place to sit and watch

As chipmunks scurry to and fro

Cheeks stuffed full as puffballs

Heading to the winter food bank

Oh beautiful place of solitude

So serene

So still

Let me lose myself in you

©December 8, 2016

Richard Nurse

Photo courtesy of +Laughing Waters, 

Moderator for the Google Community POETS The Original

If you enjoy this poem or any of the other poems that I have published on this blog, please feel free to check out some of my other books of poetry.  "Words from the Heart" available in both e-format and paperback,   Poems by an Antique "Selected works... Available in e-format only through Amazon, "So Said the Tree" A forever free publication in e-formats through Google and Smashwords.com.

Time - A poem for all who battle illness

Time, the title of this weeks poem was inspired by a photographic prompt of a young girl painting a butterfly while she wages a battle against leukemia. I have elected not to show her picture, but anyone who has brought a daughter into this world, or enjoyed a granddaughter at approximately 5 with blonde hair, blue eyes, a ruffled painters smock, and as much paint on her as there is on the paper. Should be able to see the image without looking at a picture.

Time

Time to paint

Time to play

Time for memories

Time for tears

Time for joy

Time for fear

Time for the good cells

To beat back the bad

Time to live

Time to love

Time to laugh

Time to cry

Time to sleep

Time to heal

Tim for the good cells

To beat back the bad

Time is on your side

Time is against you

Time is your friend

Time is your enemy

Time is your weapon

Time is your defense

Time for the good cells

To beat back the bad

©November 30, 2016

Richard Nurse