Let me just take a moment to say thank you if you've read all the way through to this point. I do appreciate every single entry in my guestbook, be it a simple note, compliment or critisism and every email i recieve from people asking me for the URL as they have misplaced it. Knowing that there are people out there that come here often to 'see' what i've been up to, or simply just to read the poetry makes it all the more worth while for me to do it. Yes, the bottom line is that i'm really doing this only for myself, but, to know there are people out there that care enough to actually read it, makes all the effort all the more pleasurable. Im thrilled and honoured that some people keep coming back, just to check for changes, and for all of this, I just want to say thank you all.
Update
Now, lets get on with the page shall we?
I, like 99% of the rest of the world has sat here in shock and horror at the happenings within the USA. I dont think any words could quite express the plight, pain and horror of the American people, nor, do I think, will we ever fully be able to understand why such a thing happens. My heart goes out to all those that have suffered a loss, to all those that are still waiting for news of loved ones, and to the United States in general. The whole world is mourning with you.
We mourn The world stands in horror and looks to the west
We watch as the city is plunged into shock
Unbelieving as the mighty come tumbling down
We weep for a country so senselessly attacked
A world cry’s in sorrow and turns to the west
When darkness comes When darkness comes descending on a heart that’s filled with tears
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I've written something, though, i'd like to add, i'm not too happy with its outcome...and have tried for a while now to perfect it. I dont think though, I will ever be able to capture the sadness or the deep emotions that everyone is feeling right now.
In utter disbelief and dismay
A sadness that spreads like a cloud in the sky
And rains down on this terrible day
As its people lie buried and lost
We cry as we witness the horror unfold
And with their lives, paid the ultimate cost
Leaving debris strewn all around
And as billows of smoke turn the day into night
Fallen buildings lie burnt to the ground
Our world, a safe haven no more
For the ones who committed this crime of pure hate
Leaves us sickened and shocked to the core
As the reality hits us like a wave
And we mourn for the people that live in the land
Of the free and the home of the brave.
~~© Bernadette~~
13/09/2001
And the days of your existence fades into forgotten years
When laughter and contentment seem alien to those
Whose minds no longer feel the joy and love no longer goes
When hope of life diminishes and hope of love is lost
When sleep is all that saves you but nightmares are the cost
When the hand of sadness tightens, paralysing you to breathe
And to close your eyes forever is all that you believe.
When memories are forgotten and despair is all that reigns
When feeling so alone and lost, in mindless empty days
When tears run rivers down your face and pools of water rise
To drown you in the blackened pit, your inevitable demise.
I’ve no advise or words to give to heal your damaged heart
No tenderness, nor love to give, nor help with a new start
The blanket of confusion, of aimless hopeless dread
Must lift from me before I speak wise words upon your head.
~~© Bernadette~~
12/10/2001
The Other day, I, in all innocence, told my fiancee what it is I was going to buy myself for a Christmas present. I told him, what I wanted, what I really wanted, was a book called "The Book Of Counted Sorrows" and that i'd wanted to get my hands on it for ages now but had no idea who the author/s is/were. So we did a search on the internet, and very soon he pointed out to me that the author was Dean Koontz. I reckoned, 'no way' as it was Dean Koontz who was always quoting from it, and I thought it odd that he would quote from his own work??? Also, after a little more searching we found that there is NO book ever published called "The Book Of Counted Sorrows" but rather that it was a fictional book created by Mr Koontz who finally, after been emailed and asked by many readers where they could get a copy of it, admitted that there was none and that it was his own work. Anyway, i'm still going to quote from him, as I love just about all the poems i've read by him, and therefore all poems appearing in these pages of mine from "The Book Of Counted Sorrows" are copyright to Dean R Koontz.
All of us are travelers lost,
On the road that I have taken,
This is not the path I thought.
I'll change highways in a while,
On the road that I have taken,
I'm sure, you the reader, is wondering why i've written all that here, and probably dont even care, but I did want to clear that up for any of those who may have been wondering and do not want to infringe on anyones copyrights.
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
- enigmatics, strange, unreal -
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No postmortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.
© The Book Of Counted Sorrows
one day, walking, I awaken,
amazed to see where I have come,
where I'm going, where I'm from.
This is not the place I sought.
This is not the dream I bought,
just a fever of fate I've caught.
at the crossroads, one more mile.
My path is lit by my own fire.
I'm going only where I desire.
one day, walking, I awaken.
One day, walking, I awaken,
on the road that I have taken.
© The Book Of Counted Sorrows
Finally its all over...I have my visa! And boy, what a relief it is! Its taken months and months of preparing, of getting things together, of getting money together, but finally, its all behind me now. Don't let anyone ever tell you that it is easy. At least, it wasn't for me. I've done enough stressing to last me a liftime! The flight tickets are paid, the house is got...everything is set! Now, we just wait somemore for the day to arrive. Im so incredibly happy, i cannot begin to explain. This time, two months from now, i will have started my new life, in a new country with the man i adore. This online diary ive been keeping since April last year, started out as a journey into my new life...this is where the journey has taken me. How could i ever have imagined at the time where my life would lead me? I still sometimes sit quietly and wonder how all this happened to me. But, theres no stopping fate it there? What will be will be, and as it is, everything has finally worked out.
Funnily enough, i've not been very inspired to write any poetry lately...and it bugs me. I often think..hey girl..write something..but theres just not much happening in that department. So please bear with me, if there are any out that that have been looking for an update, this is the best i can do right now.
Right now, im working on a tan, enjoying swimming and making the most of the South African sun! Im reading loads of books, and im also working on a project to get all my grandfathers war diaries typed up. I will be putting them on my page as soon as im done, and if there are any that would find reading the words of a man who was at the front line during WW2, please take a look at the link as soon as im done. I would warn you now though, that it is a lot of reading, and although the diaries start out a little boring..they build up to a cresendo and i found it very hard to put down, and often found the tears streaming down my face. I hope to be finished with this soon.
So, unless I do manage to pen out a poem or two..i ought to be back just before Christmas with another update.
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