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Ghosts
A Time Called Life and A Whispered Memory
A faint thought of him who lived for someone else’s time
Who came just to give seventy years or so
A mirror of human legends, his ancestral DNA
He, who keeps the coded message traveling forward
Perhaps, the pressing migration continues, simply for the master’s play,
He sends the past into the future, on every single day.
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Surprisingly, the future has not stopped.
A single day, in the past, though vague and forgotten,
The destiny vanished, unseen for henceforward moments,
The memories cupping in hands, without any present success
And, recollections blow away, in the air, like doves take flight
Escaping the capturing minds, as it lifts from sight.
History books tell of half-truths, fortitude and human might.
However, the ass received the credit for surviving plights.
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Forgotten are the souls of whispered memories
No longer lingering on Earth with hopes of remembering
Soaring to Pleiades and joining the gathering hosts
Remains of lives from humans who once inhabited Earth
And, there on a constellation found,
All unrecognized ghosts of God’s heavenly kingdom,
The child uttered a dream where the ghosts haunted her visions.
There was rejoicing resounding, from the echoing vaulted chasm,
As she unlocked the door allowing their shadowy freedoms
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The time came for all voices try singing together
And if this shan’t work
and praying for your brothers
Then The Sun will set with The Moon to follow
And the songs of mankind will be lost forever.
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This picture is of my grandfather, WS Patton “Big Daddy,” roughly, ~ 192
By Bonnie Jennings ©2015 All Rights Reserved
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Older version
A Time Called Life and A Whispered Memory
A faint thought of him who lived for someone else’s time
Who came just to give seventy years or so
A mirror of human past ancestral DNA
He who keeps the coded message traveling forward
Perhaps, the migration continues simply for the master’s play,
He sends the past into the future on every single day.
~
Surprisingly, the future has not stopped.
A single day in the past though vague and forgotten,
The destiny vanished, unseen for henceforward moments,
The memories cupping in hands without present success
And, blows away in the air like doves in flight
Escaping the capturing mind and lifts from all sight
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Forgotten are the souls of whispered memories
No longer lingering on Earth with hopes of remembering
Soaring to Pleiades and joining the gathering hosts
Remains of lives from humans once inhabited
And, there long forgotten old ghosts.
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