Haunted Houses
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.
There are more guests at table than the hosts
Invited; the illuminated hall
Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,
As silent as the pictures on the wall.
The stranger at my fireside cannot see
The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;
He but perceives what is; while unto me
All that has been is visible and clear.
We have no title-deeds to house or lands;
Owners and occupants of earlier dates
From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands,
And hold in mortmain still their old estates.
The spirit-world around this world of sense
Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere
Wafts through these earthly mists and vapoursdense
A vital breath of more ethereal air.
Our little lives are kept in equipoise
By opposite attractions and desires;
The struggle of the instinct that enjoys,
And the more noble instinct that aspires.
These perturbations, this perpetual jar
Of earthly wants and aspirations high,
Come from the influence of an unseen star
An undiscovered planet in our sky.
And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud
Throws o’er the sea a floating bridge of light,
Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd
Into the realm of mystery and night,—
So from the world of spirits there descends
A bridge of light, connecting it with this,
O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,
Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.
This poem is in the public domain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – 1807-1882
Category: Poems
Fall by MwsR
Fall for things that benefit you
Express yourself in all you do.
Fall for those who truly care for something
You’ll never have to give up anything.
Fall for the rights of others, when no-one else does
Live in the now not what was.
Fall for silly things, let your heart stay young
Travel, make plans, exercise your lungs.
Fall for doing good deeds
Take ca re of the humble and meek.
Fall into each day,
Actually listen to what people say.
Fall for loving, holding,another
Appreciate them, and also your mother.
Fall when you can and say a prayer or two
There is always God wanting to listen to you.
Fall for mankind and believe in humanity
Clean out your soul, look forward to eternity.
Falling isn’t always a sign of weakness!
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Poem
In the End…by MwsR
In the end,
It isn’t the money
Or the tv programs that’s funny
In the end,
It will not matter about how much you have or own
If your heart has never found a home.
In the end,
You won’t be keeping up with who’s who
Or comparing all the latest hair do’s.
In the end,
It won’t matter what brand name furniture or clothes you have to show
It will not even matter who you know.
In the end,
One thing is certain
There will be a final curtain.
In the end,
Your past, present, and future will come to play
Where you’re spend your eternal days.
So ….
In the end,
the Eternal future depends on your soul and where you will live.
And by your heart and what you did do and give.
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Uncommon
MwsR
Uncommon is leaving our doors unlocked and being worry free
Uncommon, the bond between brothers, literally.
Uncommon is lending a ride to a stranger
Constantly we worry about danger.
Uncommon are the rules at school the same as at church
We would rather seperate decency, honesty, and such.
Uncommon are the beliefs that our nation was founded on
So much has changed and for too long.
Uncommon is the respect shown towards another,
There is no respect even for your own mother.
Uncommon is far too common, anymore.
I guess people would rather close the right door.
Uncommon manners are really not manners
They are a bunch of bullcrap from ignorant planners.
Uncommon genders, uncommon themes,
Mixed up agendas, ripped out schemes.
Uncommon statues that once stood for something
Now appear to offend everyone for everything.
Uncommon vaccines, liberated bias,
False accusations, someone has to be a liar.
Uncommon are things that once were the rage
Probably snuffed out by the “be yourself” stage.
Uncommon rules, that find their way in
Usually, because someone wants to win.
Let us not forget the uncommon nowadays
Is slowly being erased.
Uncommon will soon be the only in common we all share.
But that is life and we know that ain’t fair.
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Poem
Oblivious, by MwsR
Once upon a day,
My heart began to sway.
I couldn’t tell whether to try
Or give in to an obvious lie.
I wished upon a moonlight sky
Without any particular notion as to why.
Inside I started to feel myself unravel
It was like a kid skinning their knee on some gravel,
Oblivious to the blood that starts to show
But knowing that it hurt a slight bit though.
Content though to ignore it all for the play,
We adults also do things this way.
Not noticing or taking heed to the scars and marks
We keep getting hurt the same each time we embark.
Till one day we fall down and something clicks
Maybe it is the words, or maybe the licks.
We finish our story in a twist
Like suicide can result from cutting your wrists.
Permanent and final it will be
When it’s over or you mend
There will be the end.
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Distance by MwsR
Tumultuous at best
Disarrayed when you take a glance
Fighting constantly amongst themselves
Looking for someone else to blame
Always the star actor in the game.
Proven history of arguments and schemes
Disregarding others, it would seem.
Like a hunter waiting on it’s prey
Waiting to strike in a number of ways.
Seldom affected by boundaries of others
Forever important and noble are their causes.
Important only when they want to care
Leaving others dangling in the air.
Selfish with a bit of spite
Watch out for yourself, they often will bite.
They are more genuine, more sincere, more than “you” dear.
In their eyes, they do no wrong nor lie
If only they could see them through other’s eyes.
Tricky and conniving
Desperate and very afraid of confessing,
They hide and wait to pounce
Never knowing you really can see
Their façade and their schemes.
Distance is how you should observe
Because that’s all they deserve.
Distance from you.
It’s true.
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Poem
Not Every, Now, For In Please, In Case
By MwsR
Not a day goes by
Not a day there is a dry eye
Not a moment in time I am at peace when I think of you
Every stone left unturned
Every word I ever heard
Every chance that slipped away
Now I am here
Now you are there
Now the end is a foreseeable place
For every day that draws near
For every fear
For internal cleansing I wish you to have
In case you wonder
In case you ponder
In case I cross your mind
Please know I forgave you long ago
Please know I still hurt though
Please know I pray for you
It is hard to search a person’s heart
It is hard to know where to start
It is not a battle I want to keep going
So for me, the day has already come
So it has been since I was young
So now find your peace
Inside you, something is churning
Inside I am not sure it is my goodness that’s burning
Inside is not my place to access but God’s
Make the most of this chance or chances
Make everlasting glances
Make it count.
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Poem
Alright by MwsR
Life and circumstances affect you, often taking your true sight
Your head must remember all of your might
A heart can break from endless banter
Things you’ve cared for now are shattered
All the echos of the things left unsaid
Conversations that you fast inside your head
Relentless “what if’s” make you feel a certain way
Sometimes things just replay
You’re not required to emulate the bold
Things will get hard to hold
That’s no surprise
You will fall and still rise
You’ve done things before, without making a plan
Time to rethink, man
In one pressing moment, maybe more
The one that had previously worked before
A short period or if needed, in more than a while
No one can judge the process, you are not on trial.
Learn to accept that you’ve made mistakes and move on
Life is shorter than it is long.
Grow old being enough, with yourself and despite others
Insist on and don’t resist, forgiveness for yourself
Even if you are the one that is forgiving
Try to go on, even if it is just by living
The world has enough players, so you be real
Just open up to yourself and feel.
That will help you heal
Remember, there isn’t a war when you won’t fight.
Alright?
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