06 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 006 Have you seen so many people

Have you seen so many people, hanging around in bars?
locked in faces, neon light, no shadows from the stars
Have you seen so many people, drifting through the town
drinking up, another cup and trying not to drown

Feet are slow, the damage high and sing a song, of days gone by
news is bad, so glasses high and sing a song, of dreams goodbye

Have you seen so many people, whose leaves have turned to gold?
slowly fading, from spring to fall.  still hiding from the cold
Have you seen so many people, when looking from above
who drink and dance, another song, just play at making love

Feet are slow, the damage high and sing a song, of days gone by
news is bad, so glasses high and sing a song, of dreams goodbye

06 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 007 Like soft rain on the morning rose

Like soft rain on the morning rose, the song from a murmuring stream,
the peace from which solitude flows, is life’s eternal theme

And we like these spring rain drops fall, for we shall meet and run,
for in the end we will meet again, all flowing into one

Like the heart of spring lies yearning, where tender kisses rain,
love and life returning, all hearts will bloom again

11 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 008 It rained

It rained
and down
from the mountain it came
down
to kiss the sea
because
all must come to be
free

15 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 009 Will you forget me

Will you forget me, when times turn, so tender? licking the wounds, saw so deep
when dreams of our youth, fade out of splendor, will we, lose the sky, when the sun goes to sleep

17 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 010 Do these eyes of mine

Do these eyes of mine, seek out in vain, is every single drop of rain, mine to embrace

The face of a child, with illusions of a world set apart, it’s not easy to trace, the lines of my heart

Piece by piece, they fall by my side, as the petals of a rose, slowly gives way to life, so must I