C.G.Ayling

Category: Poetry

  • Whispered Words, We Share

    ~ Whispered Words ~
    ~
    Whispered words that make us sigh,
    whispered words, of joy so high,
    we fear our hearts might breach the sky,
    whispered words of sorrow deep,
    we cry.
    ~
    Whispered words of comfort true,
    whispered words, when words won’t do.
    whispered words pull me to you,
    whispered words of sky,
    so blue.
    ~
    Whispered words are love’s true start,
    whispered words, we’ll never part,
    whispered words reveal our heart,
    whispered words do we impart,
    whispered words so sweet,
    and tart.
    ~
    Whispered words of what we fear,
    whispered words, that draw us near,
    whispered words of truth or dare,
    whispered words only we will share,
    whispered words to show we care,
    whispered words are love’s
    true stare.
    ~
    Whispered words of childlike play,
    whispered words, for which we pray
    whispered words peel the layers away,
    whispered words our hardened hearts,
    do flay.
    ~
    Whispered words of yours and mine,
    whispered words, can cross all lines,
    whispered words of shivers fine,
    whispered words of tingled spine,
    whispered words so filled with love,
    they shine.
    ~
    Whispered words of love so deep,
    whispered words, to make hearts leap,
    whispered words
    send us
    to sleep.
    ~

    {Should you enjoy this piece, look around, who knows you might find other lyrical pieces you might like.}

  • moments, to make life worth living.

    My favorite youngest daughter, Julia, sent me this email today. Perhaps she sensed I was a bit down, perhaps she just wanted to say something she knows I love to hear… Anyway the words and poem below are Julia’s exact words, copy and pasted, errors intact as sometimes they should remain. I hope you enjoy Julia’s words as much as I do.

    ~

    So dad just wanted to tell this to you I love you. We both know It can get boring to tell someone this especially when its every day. But I think you can never tell someone this enough because you never know when one of you will be gone.

    ~

    You are the cup of tea thats waiting,

    the argument dissipating.

    The man thats ready to make it all better,

    but waits for it to blow up first so that I learn a lesson.

    The man that wouldn’t let me cut anything in cause I get hurt.

    But laughs a little when I do.

    Simply an

    I love you too.

  • Where lies Eternity?

    Several things motivated this piece. A question from a friend, provoking realization that some truly good things end. One such thing was the very recent passage of a great man, back into the dust from whence all of us were formed.  Nelson Mandela returns to eternity’s pool, there to swim with the likes of other rare souls such as Mahatma Gandhi and Mother Teresa.

    I count myself blessed to have walked upon the face of this earth with two such gloriously serene souls. You should too.

    ~ Where lies Eternity? ~

    Is time the constant that it seems,
    or is it something mystical, and unseen,
    the immeasurable, between,
    varying with the wind,
    slowing its passage past the sun,
    or the age of the heart within.
    ~
    If eternity is merely time,
    does it vary with its where,
    or is it constant, and everywhere?
    Time multiplied, is eternity.
    Yet how measure we,
    this thing we so casually call,
    eternity?
    ~
    Longer than a universe’s life,
    or from a universe’s birth, till its demise,
    the trajectory of light, into a black hole,
    the gravity that marks,
    the circuit of a sun,
    or of a heavenly body, overrun,
    from humanity’s rise, until to its past due fall
    the duration, of a momentous human life,
    or the entire passage, of a seemingly insignificant fly,
    where in all these things, does eternity lie?
    ~
    Or is it shorter still,
    from a dusk, until wherever’s new dawn
    a single day, trapped in a job that we despise,
    hours, spent in bliss,
    with the ones we so will miss,
    the duration of a dream,
    another changeling thing,
    or a minute, in a chastised child’s eye,
    the full circuit of, a single drop of blood,
    as it courses through our veins,
    does eternity terminate,
    when our blood’s movement, ends,
    when our blood becomes still?
    ~
    I think that it might,
    and thus is a soul’s plight,
    to return to the void,
    and there
    to begin,
    Again.

    ~
    {Should you so wish, you may find other bits of thought cast in lyrical form on the page named [Samples], linked above. Or simply browse around my blog, or head back into the web without further pause – your choice, this a moment of your eternity, to be spent as you will.}

  • Links

    Another single verse, prompted by a tweet, that was in turn prompted by another tweet.


    Twitter’s 140 character limitation curtailed it, so below is the “real thing”.

    ~ Links ~

    The bond that binds,
    is the emptiness between,
    it can’t be touched,
    it can’t be seen,
    its distance is measured in dream,
    yet for all these things,
    that bond binds stronger than any steel.

    As with so many things in life, I’m left wondering about better.

  • Of Eros, and Arete

    ~ Of Eros, and Arete ~
    ~
    Of memories,
    of who once we were.
    Of quests,
    to find who we might become.
    Of thoughts we have,
    yet think should not.
    Of lines we draw,
    only to cross.
    Of searching,
    through the sands of time.
    Of thoughts,
    that are themselves sublime.
    Of texture,
    touch,
    and taste.
    Of sensual curve,
    to slender waist.
    Of perfect fit,
    and delight’s slip.
    Of joyous dreams,
    to misery.
    Of Eros,
    and Arete.
    ~

    While you’re here, look around. Though you might find something to your taste, I am more confident you’ll find things that present opportunity for reflection.  If you’re interested in Poetry, there is a drop down on the right titled “Categories”, you might find more there…

  • Of heaven, and hell.

    a short poem in which I attempt to capture my sentiments on matters to which I do not subscribe, yet in which I hold hope for justice of a universal nature.

    ~ Of heaven, and hell ~

    Where will the kind forever dwell,
    in our hearts, not in our hells,
    and what of the greedy,
     and the cruel,
    dispersed into soon forgotten dust,
    if our universe proves just.

  • Fleeting Thoughts

    A poem composed from its title, the idle thoughts of a mind unable to rest.

    Fleeting Thoughts

    Fleeting thoughts that come and go
    Fleeting thoughts of love and lust
    Fleeting thoughts of broken trust
    Fleeting thoughts we cannot hide
    Fleeting thoughts so deep inside
    Fleeting thoughts of kiss and caress
    Fleeting thoughts of untold distress
    Fleeting thoughts of enlightenment, lost
    Fleeting thoughts we don’t transcribe
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts we’ll never share, yet in our mind, we dare
    Fleeting thoughts occur so quick
    Fleeting thoughts that never stick
    Fleeting thoughts told as related lies
    Fleeting thoughts, our soul’s demise
    Fleeting thoughts, they reach the sky
    Fleeting thoughts that live, then die
    Fleeting thoughts that we can’t catch
    Fleeting thoughts as words, won’t hatch
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts, they are so near
    Fleeting thoughts become memories, so dear
    Fleeting thoughts of what we had
    Fleeting thoughts that make us sad
    Fleeting thoughts emotions wrought
    Fleeting thoughts our hearts do wring
    Fleeting thoughts, faster than the eye
    Fleeting thoughts are doomed to die
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts nimble and quick
    Fleeting thoughts simply don’t stick
    Fleeting thoughts that flash and flick
    Fleeting thoughts are far too quick
    Fleeting thoughts outrun our tongue
    Fleeting thoughts we try to hold
    Fleeting thoughts of dreams, untold
    Fleeting thoughts I knew you once
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts how to make them stick
    Fleeting thoughts in my minds are trapped
    Fleeting thoughts we chase behind
    Fleeting thoughts we’ll never find
    Fleeting thoughts we know are great
    Fleeting thoughts that come too late
    Fleeting thoughts of weighty things
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts, where freedom rings
    Fleeting thoughts we strive for you
    Fleeting thoughts, so hard to view
    Fleeting thoughts to dream, as true
    Fleeting thoughts we never see
    Fleeting thoughts that will not be
    Fleeting thoughts come to fast
    Fleeting thoughts, they never last
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts of substantial things
    Fleeting thoughts, eternity unlock
    Fleeting thoughts not bound by any clock
    Fleeting thoughts of mighty deeds
    Fleeting thoughts we’ll never heed
    Fleeting thoughts into words we must
    Fleeting thoughts we place our trust
    Fleeting thoughts to us don’t lie
    Fleeting thoughts we can’t deny
    Fleeting thoughts we give release
    Fleeting thoughts eternal peace
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts of soul and coin
    Fleeting thoughts we can’t reconcile
    Fleeting thoughts meld and mesh
    Fleeting thoughts two souls entwine
    Fleeting thoughts of flesh, so fine
    Fleeting thoughts, hither and yon
    Fleeting thoughts we had, are gone
    Fleeting thoughts let me find the dreams, I thought I’d left behind
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts in you I’m free
    Fleeting thoughts won’t you come to me
    Fleeting thoughts, my ecstasy
    Fleeting thoughts will you ever be
    Fleeting thoughts of self-made men
    Fleeting thoughts, we put to pen
    Fleeting thoughts of principle, or profit
    Fleeting thoughts of nurtured souls
    Fleeting thoughts of ungained goals
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts of loves we lost
    Fleeting thoughts of profits, taken
    Fleeting thoughts of morals, shaken
    Fleeting thoughts of plans we laid
    Fleeting thoughts of beds, unmade
    Fleeting thoughts, our memories refresh
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts are we the blessed?
    Fleeting thoughts of the divine
    Fleeting thoughts of smiles, sublime
    Fleeting thoughts of blood we spilt
    Fleeting thoughts of mother’s milk
    Fleeting thoughts of lives that end
    Fleeting thoughts of sunsets, warm
    Fleeting thoughts of days, newborn
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts of journeys made
    Fleeting thoughts of where we stayed
    Fleeting thoughts of home, again
    Fleeting thoughts of winding roads
    Fleeting thoughts of conscience goads
    Fleeting thoughts of must do this
    Fleeting thoughts of the things I’ve missed
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts, of silly rhymes
    Fleeting thoughts of better times
    Fleeting thoughts of truths we hide
    Fleeting thoughts so deep inside
    Fleeting thoughts of what we lost
    Fleeting thoughts of principle’s cost
    Fleeting thoughts of would we change, had we chance to do again
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts of time’s sweeping hands
    Fleeting thoughts of better plans
    Fleeting thoughts of hindsight true
    Fleeting thoughts of what did we do
    Fleeting thoughts, such salable things, from which the sale cuts the wings
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts of anguish, and pain
    Fleeting thoughts of material disdain
    Fleeting thoughts my belly is empty, again
    Fleeting thoughts bring sun, or rain
    Fleeting thoughts of teary eyes
    Fleeting thoughts of angry lies
    Fleeting thoughts of words unsaid
    Fleeting thoughts live in my head
    Fleeting thoughts, more eloquent and true than anything I can say, to you
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts without word or form
    Fleeting thoughts of scent, so sweet
    Fleeting thoughts depart, when I must eat
    Fleeting thoughts, in you I’m free
    Fleeting thoughts let me, be me
    Fleeting thoughts my mask do rend, and to me, my true face reveal
    Fleeting thoughts I dare not show
    Fleeting thoughts to depths of low
    Fleeting thoughts, where immortality resides
    Fleeting thoughts they live, then die
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts to me I hold
    Fleeting thoughts that go unsold
    Fleeting thoughts with you I share
    Fleeting thoughts I can’t abide
    Fleeting thoughts I cannot hide
    Fleeting thoughts I lock, inside
    Fleeting thoughts that can’t be free
    Fleeting thoughts I fear, are me
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts of deed, and done
    Fleeting thoughts we can’t outrun
    Fleeting thoughts our heart does shun
    Fleeting thoughts of guilt and pride
    Fleeting thoughts we can’t decide
    Fleeting thoughts of law, and lie
    Fleeting thoughts, of why
    Fleeting thoughts of famine, or feast
    Fleeting thoughts are they the ones we love the least
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts of excess
    Fleeting thoughts are punishment, to come
    Fleeting thoughts for those thoughts we left, undone
    Fleeting thoughts we can’t contain
    Fleeting thoughts of guilt and pain
    Fleeting thoughts of sun, and rain
    Fleeting thoughts of gray do loom
    Fleeting thoughts of dismal doom
    Fleeting thoughts of laughter bright
    Fleeting thoughts of salvation’s light
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts, our truths reveal
    Fleeting thoughts within our heart, we seal
    Fleeting thoughts no other can steal
    Fleeting thoughts of battles lost
    Fleeting thoughts of mortality’s true cost
    Fleeting thoughts of the life we’ve lived
    Fleeting thoughts of what we didn’t give
    Fleeting thoughts you think you know
    Fleeting thoughts escape, and go
    Fleeting thoughts we cannot grasp
    Fleeting thoughts slip away to fast
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts of when, and why
    Fleeting thoughts can make me cry
    Fleeting thoughts of tears unshed
    Fleeting thoughts of the life we’ve led
    Fleeting thoughts of guilt and sin
    Fleeting thoughts of what could have been
    Fleeting thoughts we know are lies
    Fleeting thoughts bring heartfelt sighs
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts that were not then
    Fleeting thoughts, we might live to see
    Fleeting thoughts of painful reality
    Fleeting thoughts of can, and will
    Fleeting thoughts of never tell
    Fleeting thoughts of deceit and lies
    Fleeting thoughts of crying eyes
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts skip to and fro
    Fleeting thoughts will never go
    Fleeting thoughts of didn’t do
    Fleeting thoughts of can, and must
    Fleeting thoughts of fulfilled trust
    Fleeting thoughts of what might have been
    Fleeting thoughts of extravagant whim
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts of hands clasped tight
    Fleeting thoughts of lips, pressed light
    Fleeting thoughts of intertwine
    Fleeting thoughts of too much wine
    Fleeting thoughts of never did
    Fleeting thoughts of wanted to
    Fleeting thoughts of that and this
    Fleeting thoughts of unmade bliss
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts,
    the dreams of day,
    for fleeting thoughts never come,
    to stay.
    ~
    Fleeting thoughts, so determined, and true
    may fleeting thoughts come to you.

    Perhaps this is a story, told in rhythm instead of prose, perhaps it is not.
    Perhaps I’ll post the audio recording from which I transcribed it, perhaps not.

  • The gods of what will not be…

    The gods of what will not be…
    ~
    The gods of what will not be,
    they, who who strip the dreams
    from those as me
    and thee.
    Though we gird our dreams in reality,
    the gods of what will not be
    wash our words with their false tears.
    A scorn of acid rain,
    on us they pour
    and strip our dreams till they’re bare,
    and plain.
    With a rumbled laugh they watch
    our fragile dreams shatter
    and laugh again,
    as you begin to believe
    your dreams don’t matter.
    ~
    A cloak of failed dreams
    upon their shoulders worn,
    striped of color by their scorn.
    Held tight within our hearts,
    our dreams unborn
    die,
    and turn,
    into bitter ash
    the final tendrils,
    of our earthy tale.
    False gods gorge, even as we rail
    against their unjust rule.
    Fearful we will arise,
    they cast their ash into our eye
    and bend our ear
    with their misbegotten lies,
    served as truth,
    intended to distract,
    and from our dreams,
    we turn, and go.
    ~
    Shoulders hunched,
    beneath debts untrue,
    which to our false deities
    allegedly,
    are due.
    One last time we turn,
    and glimpse
    what might have been,
    were we not blind subjects to
    the gods
    of what will not be.
    ~

    Thank you for reading, if you prefer poetry of a lighter nature please consider reading my poem on Friends.
    If you’d like to explore the inner working on my mind, then this might be the place to begin.

    PS. This particular poem has nothing to do with religion.

  • Friends.

    A poem, prompted by thoughts of friendship, especially… the friends we’ll never see.

    Friends.

    Friends don’t let wrong
    distract you from the right.
    Into the abyss,
    true Friends
    won’t let you slide,
    no, true Friends will hold you up,
    they never stand aside,
    when from ugly truth
    we’d hide.
    Too often we all
    will slip,
    but true Friends
    will never let us fall.
    True Friends…
    they help us to stand tall.
    ~
    When what we say seems wrong,
    true Friends will set us right.
    For us they’ll always fight.
    From our battles true,
    true Friends never take flight.
    Yet when our motives are askew,
    our Friends will follow through,
    they’ll save us from our plight,
    and shield us,
    from our due.
    ~
    Friends,
    they drag us to the light,
    when toward the dark we tend,
    true Friends…
    their love will never end.
    Though we stress them sore,
    true Friends will bar wrong’s door.
    Then those same Friends
    will let us pass,
    when others would slam salvation’s gate.
    Friends don’t hem us in,
    when from their beliefs we stray,
    though Friends will let us,
    should we choose,
    they’ll never force us…
    to pray.
    ~
    True Friends don’t forget,
    neither do they forgive,
    yet true Friends do understand,
    so include true Friends,
    in all of your plans.
    Friends don’t step aside,
    when we need them most,
    true Friends
    stand at our side.
    ~
    What is a true Friend’s role?
    That,
    my unseen Friend,
    is to keep you,
    on the path
    toward your goal.
    ~

    {It’s a little rough around the edges, but then again, so is true friendship. :)}

  • Where we’d rather be.

    Where we’d rather be

    This world is not the place
    for those likened unto me.
    For them, to Heaven’s song
    of bliss they’d hark.
    Could be I’m wrong,
    as I’m so often told I be.
    To Hell, better suited
    for those so wrong in heart,
    they’d not grant the wayward
    a fig leaf, for a start.
    ~
    Heaven,
    or Hell’s seeds have you sown?
    Where’d you rather be…?
    A place of peace,
    calm as cloud blown
    fore a gentle breeze.
    Or that other,
    warmer…
    where waters never freeze.
    ~
    Think long, for in this life
    you’ll choose.
    Spend well your wealth,
    while you have time.
    Before this life you lose.
    For then,
    judged by naught save
    owned earthly deed,
    the decision comes
    with what some
    may deem
    an entirely ungodly speed.
    ~
    To your earthy wealth cling tight
    as downward then you’ll plummet
    hands bound to the very anchor,
    that raised you high, toward mortal summit.
    No passage onward can be bought
    with earthly spoil,
    so foul.
    Oh no,
    rich one…
    for you awaits Hell’s eternal toil.
    ~

    {More philosophies, cast as fantasy you might find, here.}