Lessons

Don’t make promises you cannot keep

They weigh down the heart

The mind may sleep

But time forgets not

Don’t be quick to curse,

For what goes around

Surely comes around

And time has revenge

Very uncanny revenge

Watch your actions

That you may not fall

As a result of folly

Keep only secrets

That you need never confess

Lead with your eyes

And not you tongue

Learn the lessons lost

So by the past

You may not be stung

©davyvivaldi 2012

THE DANCE

THE DANCE

I danced to the rhythm of the ghosts

In the evening when dusk came to call.

The cat’s soft purr said all was lost

So I danced to the rhythm of the coast

The living lost their allure

The land was no longer enticing

Whistling winds failed to reassure

Entranced I danced to the rhythm of the ghosts

And the soft dust caressed my feet,

Urging and teasing me on from deceit

The sweet night breeze, a flute from the sea.

I danced with the pots of the genies

While they clapped their applause for me

I danced with the glee of a kid

To tunes that made me truly freed

I danced to the rhythm of the ghosts

We drifted away from the shore

On a flimsy dhow or so I thought

To music that kept hold of the heart.

But there was neither music nor dhow

I was all alone far away from shore

I danced to the rhythm of ghosts

I danced to the rhythm of the gone.

©davyvivaldi 2012

dark poetry

Death has a strange ring to it,
the icy chill it send to your lips
the pin drop silence when he creeps
the sound of his steps when wood creeks
death why at thou so sweet
Death has a strange sting to it
the bitter sweet melancony of it
carrying a warm cold wisp with him

the excitement of a racing heart
that makes the eyes jump and dart
the shock that makes life start
like shadows riding on a cart
so i am forced to ask
death why at thou so sweet

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©davyvivaldi 2012

SIGNS OF TIME

I was seated at the bar

Drinking away my depression

When tomorrow walked in

Igniting my agitation

Today sat at the back

Lacking in inspiration

Yesterday was in a sulk

Devoid of motivation

Tomorrow said he’d quite

Tired of all the uncertainty

Today nodded his agreement

Giving hope as charity

Yesterday chuckled

Noting all their vanity

I was in the middle

On the brink of insanity

Tomorrow was in faded blue

The future was no longer bright

Today was in a dark black

The present was full of gloom

Yesterday was in dull grey

The past was a putrid memory.

None of them appealing to me

I needed help, serious help.
 

the fallen

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THE FALLEN

You were the body of conflict

With a conscious dogged by lies

And a heart haunted by truths

Your face curved in indignation

Offence at the accusation

You stood to leave- storm out,

But your feet were rooted to the spot

The atmosphere started to get hot.

As though by a spell cast,

Your tongue started to roll on

Confessing crimes concealed

You wiped the sweat on your brow

Your guilt out for all to see.

Now fallen from the peddle stone

And one all your pride now gone

You thought yourself a god,

Tell me,

How does it feel being human again?

THE COMPANION

Because I heard

You thought I cared

You felt I loved

You learned I shared

Because I laughed

You thought I erred

Making me weak

So I did not speak

You loved the silence

That most termed insolence

It inspired confidence

Calming belligerence

Because I listened

You thought me wise

And to those who looked twice

Their tongues you chastened

SEND OFF

Black ties by the river

Bloodshot eyes with tears to deliver

Sorrow that makes the heart quiver

Her last diagnosis, the fever

And jaundice from the liver

Now death is a winner

Mother doubles over in grief

Brother’s fist clenched in disbelief

Step mother tries to hide her relief

Sister wonders, he came like a thief

Her beauty’s gone cold stiff

Death’s sting has cut deep.

Dreams in which she died were best

This she constantly confessed

"We live in a mad world,"

So she said

Truly she was blessed

Her body floats downstream

Their silent thoughts, a loud scream

Mother bawls and shrieks

Branches sway and creek

Brother plots revenge and thinks

A soft dirge sends her off.

©davyvivaldi 2012