Life's Treasures

Can anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale Or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail

The old songs loved from long ago

come to me from my long gone past

On winds they caress me tonight

whispering from dreams I had last

 

The old days trooped by in glory

paraded across my life's field

Displayed in panoramic view

how many dreams they have revealed

 

Faces long gone look out from mist

to this once wandered man to be

Speaking from my past adventures

beloved friends long a part of me

 

Oh how they flood through my mind

to speak of days that've gone by

Forcing me to look to the one

that came from acts I can't deny

 

We are not each one right nor wrong

we are the result of our times

Held to account for all the good

as well as for all our crimes

 

Mystic chords of my memory

look back on the road I traversed

Remembering moments I loved

as well as those I have cursed

 

While each loved soul has given time

to pursuit of living pleasures

Only by reflecting on life

do I recognize its treasures

copyright 1/10/2010

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Author's Note

Can anyone know what will come
when the wind blows us cold and gale
Or what direction it be from
when finally we set our sail

Reviews

[Rory CJ Frankson]

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For me, this work brought to mind and held shades of classicism, an influence, such as: F. Scott Fitzgerald, writing in a life as 'Victor Laszlo'
in the setting of the ambience of Cassablanca. As the picture here evokes such a character image, or possibley The African Queen the film with Humphrey Bogart... a portrayal, of such a character. These imagined and invoked, yet knowing. It is as original, as Tate Morgan and his life & times.
A life story, no not novelized or told of in other. Than Life's Tree.
As it is lived, through a Poets Eyes.
Immortalized, in scripted...
Excellance.
This piece reflects the depths of a painters image, on a canvas of words.
As it plays like a movie, through the readers mind. Enough said.
A Classical Portrayal, of A Man.
Striving...
For that perfect edge.
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Write On / Oh Champions of the Poets Pen.
Romon in Review, finding. Perfection...
In a Friend. Congradulations on the revealing of Life's Tree... Tate. Ro...

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

This is a very precious tribute to one who walked with you in your life. Your poems and stories are all so meaningful, magnanimous and poignant

[Lorraine]

Amazingly well written. The nostalgic feel accompanied by great, soothing imagery gave the poem depth and voice strong enough to send me to a momentary reminiscence. It's a very thoughtful and well thought of poem.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[?]

A retrospective look at my life and times
Seems to be a look at most lives and times.
We are not each one right nor wrong
we are the result of our times
Held to account for all the good
as well as for all our crimes

and this my friend is the perfect ending:

A retrospective look at my life and times

[Nassira Merahi]

That is intense... well crafted... and felt to the core. The more I read your work, eager I become to discover more. I love the honest confession being displayed in your write, the way you have designed your sentences and the flow that derives from it. Sublime indeed!
Salaam :)

[Magdelena]

Oh how they flood through my mind
to speak of the days that've gone by
Forcing me to look to the one
that came from actions I can't deny

We are not each one right nor wrong
we are the result of our times
Held to account for all the good
as well as for all our crimes

Mystic chords of my memory
look back on the road I traversed
Remembering moments I loved
as well as those I have cursed

While each loved soul has given time
to pursuit of living pleasures
Only by reflecting on life
do I recognize its treasures

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Like OMG!! I am dying here.. Can't see, eyes swollen. Tate you are one of a kind. Each of us has a certain flair in our writing. While you my friend have the gift.. That touch of gold. The images inside each piece I read is of the highest quality that I am always in awe of what u bring forth..

Still sighing and listening to my favorite song..

Mags xx

[JelliFyshKissUs]

And though I am young and don't have much to look back on, I have the privilege of enjoying the many memories and experiences of others. And in some crazy way, it finds a way to shape my life--for the good.

[Lilly]

Very nice reflective piece - I especially like the last two stanzas.