Wednesday, October 26, 2016

I Lied Today - A New Poem


I Lied Today



If I lied today, would anybody know?
I lied yesterday; did you even know.
Hell, I’ve told so many lies, over my sixty plus years
At times, I’m no longer sure, if what I tell is actually true.

Some would say it is a bad thing, to tell so many lies.
Yet, I can look them in the eye, and say, “You’re Wrong.”
They might laugh and say, “See you just lied again.”
My reply to them, with a smile you see, is the single word “Wrong”.

For, I am a writer of fiction, of stories, both short and long.
Thus, I have to let my mind run free, to create just the right lie for thee.
One; which, I can, and do, keep telling repeatedly, I must keep it alive.
For, the better the lie, the better the story; contained within the book.

My lie, must compel you to believe; that I’m telling you; the truth.
Like a con man, that makes his living; working the dark back streets.
I have to make you want to believe; the story I place before your eyes.
To, take a spot; right next to me. To, become a character, a part in my lie for me.

I can lie with the best, I’ve done so for years.
The secret to telling a lie, is to find the open and willing ears,
The secret, to writing fiction; a book filled with well-crafted lies,
Is to keep the lie evolving, for the readers have open and willing minds.


©October 3, 2016
Richard Nurse
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Thursday, October 20, 2016

Image

This weeks selection for my Reflections in Verse Series

Image

I hold and image within my head.
A special image of peace and tranquility
An image of a beautiful rising sun
An image of a new day just begun

The globe isn’t visible, the lights just begun
still below the horizon, rays rising like a fan
Ribbons of light signaling the end of the night.
The birth of a new day, emerging from night.

The rays light the tops of distant hills.
Slowing drifting down into the valley,
The ball still tucked behind a hill
Not ready to go to full bright.

I sit and enjoy the dawns early light
So peaceful and quiet, not a thing in site.
No pressure, or stress, just relaxation and rest
This image, I think I'll keep, to help balance my head.

© February 26, 2014

Richard Nurse

Monday, October 10, 2016

Shoulder Chatter




Shoulder Chatter


Where have you been?
I am not sure that i Know.
Why have you been there?
I am not sure that I even care.
Where are you going next?
Where ever my heart tells my feet to go.
Then how will you know when you are there?
I guess it will depend on where there is.
Is not your quest, valuable time wasted?
no quest for knowledge is ever wasted.
Which trail will you take, the left or the right?
The left might be safer, yet my heart is leading my feet right.
Wait, are you going to travel, alone, at night?
Yes I will begin this journey tonight,
For I am never truly alone, am I Right.
You are welcome to join us, myself and right,
So make your decision now, my left shoulder friend,
I am about to take, this journey’s first step of the night.

©July 30, 2015
Richard Nurse
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Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Post # 1 - Three Choices

Author's note:  This is the first edition of this blog.  I tend to use poetry when I am in a reflective mode, or depressed.  I hope you enjoy the works that I offer.  Please feel free to leave me a comment, or contact me @ AuthorRDN@rochester.rr.com


Three Choices

“Excuse me good sir, but could you tell me, the quickest way to the bridge?”
“Of course, you may, but may I inquire as to why, you need directions to the bridge?”
“Certainly, but since you already did, what matter is it to you?”
“The matter sir; is that I need to know, over what type of bridge you want to go.”
“It really doesn’t matter you see, I’ve lost my way, and I simply wish to leave.”
“I already knew you were lost sir, for there is more than just one bridge here.”

“How was I to know, I’ve never been here before, to which bridge should I go?”
“May I ask how you got here sir, for the fact we are on island is quite clear?”
“I have no idea how I got here sir, I was alone and lost, and suddenly you appear!”
“Ah, but it is you who out of the night appeared. I’ve been on this corner for neigh on twenty years.”
“Twenty year on the same corner.  What strange power holds you to this spot of ground?”
“The sign above says it all, you at the corner of Lost N’ Found and Been N’ Gone.”

“Sounds to me like a place where there is much indecision”
“Of course, some choose that path as well, it’s a dark, never ending lane called “Wander-Away.”
“What will I find if I elect to take the route to the bridge found on Lost N’ Found?”
“If you truly believe, a wide low bridge over tranquil waters, leading to a meadow of wild flowers and peace awaits..
“If I chose that route, but don’t truly believe, will I be allowed to leave?”
“If you don’t truly believe that you have been found, then that path will never be found!”

“Now I ask you sir, how is the bridge on Been N’ Gone?”
“Tall and shaky, with a loop at the top, under which flows a turbid torrent, over sharp rocks.”
“Sounds like a bridge only the best should attempt, tell me what lies on the other side?”
“You are wrong there dear sir, the best stay at home, they’ve no need for Been N’ Gone.”
“Maybe so, but you have yet to tell me what awaits one gets across on the other side.”
“No one knows sir, for you see, most die. If anyone has made it across, them again we never see.”

“I don’t believe I have been Lost N’ Found, nor am I ready to take Been N’ Gone.”
“That leaves you the third choice sir. Too simply follow Wander-Away from here.”
“Pray tell, can you tell me what I might expect to see along my Wander-Away?”
“No preview can I give, for on this day, I know not how long or how far you will Wander-Away”
“Can one choose to return from their journey on Wander-Away?”
"Yes, when one’s mind is sure, for there are only two choices then, Lost N’ Found and Been N’ Gone.”

©October 2, 2016
Richard Nurse