The Unfolding

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The Unfolding

By Tony DeLorger © 2012



Entwined in all that hopes have meant,

my life resolved and loss lament,

because of expectations bound,

in quandary it is all I've found.


In dreams my mind has fashioned truth,

to explore the possibilities of youth,

and draw from life its essence true,

to propagate a flawless view.


Yet truth is often masked in will,

a steaming pie sat on a sill,

with filling bleak and soured ill,

a remnant of my doubts to kill.



Life in all its manner done,

a passage through a battle won,

and I a hapless pawn of death,

reciting rhymes with my last breath.



For what I want and what I'll get,

are separate paths of earthly debt,

in life there is no free pass gain,

just balance found in joy and pain.



And I like all before me find,

the grit akin to dreaming blind,

where hearts are full and steadfast made,

in life where truth can bite dismay.


Life is a struggle,

no question.



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Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Truth is always there for the taking, it's our vision that needs correction.

Glad you enjoyed it Leslie. Take care my fellow poet.


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ImKarn23 4 years ago

For what I want and what I'll get,

are separate paths of earthly debt,

Oh, Tony..it seems you and i are both seeking truth these days..i wish us both luck..keep up the great work


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Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Well said Elenin. Thanks for dropping by.


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Elenin 4 years ago from So Cal

Breathe deep the gathering gloom

Watch lights fade from every room

Bedsitter people look back and lament

Another day's useless energy spent.

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,

Lonely man cries for love and has none.

New mother picks up and suckles her son,

Senior citizens wish they were young.

The struggle is not to struggle, imho.


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Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Glad you do dghbrh. Thanks for sharing my thoughts.


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dghbrh 4 years ago from ...... a place beyond now and beyond here !!!

awesome..voted up...and shared

very nice poem.......

'Yet truth is often masked in will,

a steaming pies sat on a sill,

with filling bleak and soured ill,

a remnant of my doubts to kill."

wonderful stanza.....i can relate well to the feelings in the poem.....

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