The One Who Got Away

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 25th Mar 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/dkzhen7d/
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A man on a mission, that has eluded him many times in his life. A quest from the gods a quest that has me chasing my dreams. If only the day came and my dream had come true I could then rest in piece.

The One Who Got Away

As I lay twisting and turning in a lumpy old horsehair bed ,my dreams, take me on a journey,
There is something missing in my grey dribbling years, no, not a frame around my toilet, but a great quest.
In the mornings in all weathers I sprint off round unknown streets searching for the postman, will it be today,
He sees me running after him like an arrow with just one goal, he then vanishes into an old block of flats, gone,
As I hear the letter box clank, there is no sound of paper falling on cold tiles, so another day wasted,
For many years dipped ink into a scented well, by a candle, thoughts are sometimes left forgotten,
And as the cock crowed in a morning of hope, my hopes have been dashed no man came with my package,
And what was that goal I have chased for many many unhappy years it's a gold star for one of my poems.

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Gold, Gold Ornaments, Golden, Golden Rule, Golden Temple, Great Virtue, Loss, Saddness

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Rania, Jamie & Reni
25th Mar 2013 (#)

Terry, there is a greater "Star" awaiting for you, and that "Starship" will take you to another world before the great waves crash!

Reach for that "Star" for one day your life may well depend upon it.

Uthrania Seila

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author avatar Terry Trainor
27th Mar 2013 (#)

Uthrania, I have been reading some of your posts and without patronizing, you are a fantastically clever human being.

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author avatar Rania, Jamie & Reni
27th Mar 2013 (#)

Not so clever, Terry, dear one. Most of what I post are scribings from those who wish to prepare people for the evacuation.

You are a dear one, indeed.

Uthrania Seila

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author avatar Terry Trainor
27th Mar 2013 (#)

So are you my lovely friend

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author avatar Terry Trainor
27th Mar 2013 (#)

Were are we off to?

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
25th Mar 2013 (#)

all the othher chassed the One,
Who ffinlly camee to live with Sun.
Showing all he got away,
Into love and place of stay..

For he diverted the spaceship and flew past,
Into HIStorry meant to last.
Bringing back the love who went back in time,
Unearthing the pain the treachery and crime.

Tired of injustice is all that he said,
Saying we don't care for the tears he shed.
In the closet he went to pull back love,
Creating HIStory from way up Above.

Will you be there he asked her Holding her hand,
Would you come home with me to a distant land.
Place With No Name is all I care,
No one can be with as we live out there.

Bringing salvation with just abc,
Showwing just alll my love is now free.
For they all freed the spirit of the one who got away,
Who silently went back her heart to stay.

While all searched he couldnot be reached,
Everyone came and a sermon preached.
He stood there laughing hands tied in love,
Bringing choruses of happiness in the heavens' Above.

For she dived into the waters and pulled up his heart,
Showing her love and her played the part.
With anthems of resplendence all mirrors shook,
As she recited the verses directly from book.

Cracking the spirit who stood in hate,
Showing the love still waiting at the gate.
For no one could enter as they were forbidden to do,
They all shed tears as they bid all adieu.

For the tumulteous wave just engulfed them all,
Causing the curtain to now finally fall.
That the son is now hidden in the cover of love,
Bringing forth the tremor from way up Above.

Two shakes as she stood up and walked ground,
As she walked in silence on the arid ground.
Seeding them completely with lightening and storm,
With the whole world asking where are from.

She just smiled and evoked the prayer,
Soccking just everyone who was out there.
For she revived the life of the Golden Sun,
Showing just everyone she is scond to none.

Heal the World he criend with Earth Song,
Showing just everyone something was wrong.
It was the flower who had now played the part,
Breaking the identity that stole each heart.

Finishing the life that once stood there,
Sending myrid of parchment flying everywhere.
While the flower in notoriety got turned in fame,
The Sun revealed itself as part of the name.

With all now shuddering in the greatest of love,
As they began surrendering all weapons Above.
Brining back the silence that called the One back,
Showing him just how to get back on track.

With tha the diversion was complete,
Sending all into storm with snow and sleet.
With a show of summer on a rainy day,
It was the HIStorical moment now here to stay.

For no other could create or entertain the soul,
Except the one who is true and whole.
Sending just everyone to the One with hilt,
Who was now firmly planted with his flower on silt.

Creating the adulation that replished their love,
As the heavens sang praises way up Above.
For the ground shaking movement now finally revealed,
The truth of the Universe that was once concealed.

Changing just everything into shame and pride,
As they all fell on their great knees and cried.
The One had awakened and reclaimed all back,
While silently shouting out what did I lack.

Stealing each heart and love and more,
Watching just every moment at heavens door.
Knowing each life who walked in to play,
Becoming the only one from hell to get away.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) Lady Aiyanna 25th March 2013

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
25th Mar 2013 (#)

Poems embellished with images, videos, will do the trick! siva

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author avatar Delicia Powers
27th Mar 2013 (#)

Siva is right terry...

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author avatar Terry Trainor
27th Mar 2013 (#)

I now have a black belt. That could be better then a gold star. In school if you did bad you got a brown stare on a scale of the gold page seemed always open.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
28th Mar 2013 (#)

Siva your wisdom is like the richest cream, it always rises to the very top my dear friend.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
25th Mar 2013 (#)

Dear Terry . Consider yourself awarded a Gold Star by me for your excellent poetry my friend ...This certainly made me smile .
Many blessings from a very little star ...
Stella

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author avatar Terry Trainor
27th Mar 2013 (#)

Stella, if I may be so bold would you be my little golden star?

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
27th Mar 2013 (#)

Indeed I will dear Terry
Bless you
Stella

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author avatar Shirra
25th Mar 2013 (#)

Interesting poem. I enjoyed it. :)

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author avatar Terry Trainor
28th Mar 2013 (#)

Thank you Shirra, by the way do you have one?

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author avatar Terry Trainor
28th Mar 2013 (#)

Thank you Shirra. Just out of curiosity do you have to polish these golden treasures?

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author avatar Delicia Powers
27th Mar 2013 (#)

All your poems have gold stars that shine forever in your readers minds and heart...and own the wall of history-:0)

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author avatar Terry Trainor
27th Mar 2013 (#)

By the end of the day I will have many golden stars, but they will be human and more precious.

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