- My Poetry
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A Poem For You
It may be said that a poem
exposes the author's soul,
and the sharing of true feeling
should be every poets goal.
I, for one, know this to be true,
and consider it very much,
hoping my words on this paper,
will allow our souls to touch.
In the moment souls intertwine,
you will know you are not alone,
I will be yours, you will be mine,
and your heart will have found a home.
Know your burdens in life are shared,
by many around and before you,
with whom your soul has been paired,
who will support and adore you.
LONE WOLF'S LAMENT
The old man sits alone in the quiet darkness of night,
black canopy overhead, pierced with pinholes of light.
Gray hair waving in gentle bursts of warm summer wind,
pity this aging warrior, he lacks both foe and friend.
Others it seems, ocean waves, he the pool on an island beach,
felt the same, surrounded by their vastness, but somehow unable to reach.
They've always come and go, come and go, never come to stay,
he would that he go with them, but he never found the way.
Hear him cry, hear him howl, at the moon so high in the sky,
needing a friend who'll always stay, a partner on whom to rely.
Together to travel, mysteries unravel, companions in all they do,
instead was cursed to silently search for one both strong and true.
Knows his life, his passing, will make no difference at all,
day still day, night still night, summer still followed by fall,
the stream will gurgle, the crickets chirp, the world existing as before,
he, no more than a dry brown leaf, lost on the forest floor.
His only mark to be found in this world, a cold gray granite stone,
of him nothing at all will be left, not memories, not hair, not bone.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, all things to the original state,
all there'll be is the name on the stone and some old and empty dates.
LEGACY
The battle for the higher and lower self
determines the fate of your soul,
strive for all that is human,
to control the animal your goal.
Awaken your mind to the danger,
defend yourself, you can,
win the battle of self
to assure the triumph of man.
You say you have children,
they too will have children,
through them you think you'll live on.
Do you know who your great-grandfather was?
In you is his memory not gone?
In flesh and blood, hair and bone,
on these things its not wise to count,
for each one thinks they're special,
the tip on top of the mount.
What will live on, for all mankind to share?
Did you add to the larder? Make mankind smarter?
or just leave the cupboard bare?
Works, knowledge, ideas,
these are the things that live on.
Give what you can dear child of man
for others to have when you're gone.
To create is best, in sight, in sound, in words,
if you're good, long after you've gone, you'll continue to be heard,
perhaps not a Bach, a Van Gogh, or Kipling, this is true,
but even one creation,left behind, will continue to be you.
Unspoiled View
The land of the midnight sun,
icy home to the artic wind,
sky afire with northern lights,
and man against nature contends.
Ice fields crawl through mountain peaks,
eagle soars high in the blue,
sparkling waters running deep,
miles of woodland,unspoiled view.
Land to the south, once the same,
with mountains high and rolling hills,
progress rolled in, modern man came,
bringing cities, towns, all the ills .
Clearing, building, no future plan,
short term profit all he could see,
the ozone gone, acid rain, the now due bill,
a glimpse of what's come to be.
Father Death
'Tis we that give death his horrible face,
rapping at the door, this destroyer of pride,
gray cape, burning eyes, sickle by his side,
from his endless seeking, there can be no escape,
if you'd thought of hiding, there is no place,
when he comes to take you on a midnight ride
on the great white stallion he sits astride,
he never hurries, he knows there is no race.
Gentle Father Death, I think a far better name,
greeting us only as God's newest guests,
delivering souls from the learning game,
welcoming mankind at the end of a test,
deserving not, you see, his evil fame,
his job, escorting those who've earned a rest.
GOLDEN AGE
Standing, as a stone, in a glade of oak,
beaming moon, long gray-green grass, dew soaked,
the hum of insect singing vibrates the air,
earth current beneath our feet, the wind kisses our hair.
Whispering of tree songs as the breeze gently blows,
Man, the Earth, all the harmonies of old,
when mankind still young, the spirit still bold,
when courtesy it was to fill another's need,
living life everyday, filled with mystery,
yes a time, when in miracles, man still believed.
Now, at the end, comes our present day world,
the Earth, a tiny ball, on which we twirl,
the Moon, the Stars, the Sun, Gods no longer,
the material world determines the stronger,
was then or now the Golden Age,
if its the spirit by which we must gage?
SugarPop
The sky is gray, the rain falling as mist
my mind full of thoughts about us, about you
reminiscing the many hours of bliss
pondering sadly what I should do
Strangers, we struck up a conversation
and found to our delight we are the same
owners of inquiring minds
and neither a stranger to pain
sweet memory of timid beginnings
for two much traveled and used
both having hearts torn apart
tender souls oft abused
commitments worked out, promises made
I was so swelled with pride that day
all the dark clouds disappearing
hope returning...... perhaps to stay
sappy grins and starry eyes abound
dittos for things said, our happiness found
nights filled with passion and bedroom delight
long conversations into the wee hours of night
what is it my love and from where
that awakened our dreaming and pulled us from there
who would intrude on a love thats so sweet
and what the reason that they'd pull you from me
we stand at a crossroads, decisions to be made
the player's hold their cards close, waiting to be played
I look at the path.....before you, and see grey clouds and rain
it seems that the real world is calling us again.
Eternal Flame
This eternal flame doth burn,
for her I will always yearn,
She who hath my heart, forever in her grasp,
each time I hear her name, I give a painful gasp
My first love,, my last love, my only love in life,
gone from me forever, gone because of strife.
and though I don't want to .
It seems I must go on
though really I see no point
with my Rebekka gone
Wildfire
Wildfire running hot in the child of the night,
living hard, loving fast, a flame that burns so bright,
darkness pushed back by the brightness of the flame,
there's a wildfire burning, Becca is her name,
Fall is here, winter near, a chill has come this way,
with Becca near, a warmth I feel that drives the chill away,
Wanton burning knows no bounds, fascinating to see,
as I stand and watch, a thrill it is, to see her head for me,
Fight or flight, what to do, the question before me it seems,
and fast I stand as I hear her sounds and watch the embers gleam
Rebecca's Revenge
the last thing they hear in this world,
her laughter as they die,
for shes set a final penalty,
for all she finds that lie.
virgin of darkness, coming close to none,
alone in the masses, a world of one
traveling through, the mist at night,
devoid of feeling, painful her plight.
in her gown, of black, ruby and green,
sad is her tale of the things that shes seen.
the fairest maiden, red hair and brown eyes,
and smile thats so pretty it makes a man sigh.
she listened to their stories as they came to woo,
one after another, claiming to be true.
for lovers she'd changed, even though they lied,
wounds they caused causing her soul to die.
the values she lives by, honesty and truth,
to no story listens without seeing proof.
wandering darkness, hope of love having fled,
naive thoughts of happiness now dead.
and then she believed her heart made of stone,
unable to be reached by those of flesh and bone.
They came seeking only a lover's charms
Never dreaming of their impending harm
so hurt and unfeeling she became,
she began to take lovers not knowing their names.
because of the lies, her lovers mere toys,
no feeling given, just physical joys.
one embrace and they lay dying,
they'd lost their little game.
revenge had been visited
on those causing pain.
the last thing they hear in this world,
her laughter as they die,
for shes set a final penalty,
for all she finds that lie.
They Did It
Yes God, they did it, they finally did it today,
famine no longer a problem, just like you knew they would,
disease destroyed forever, they finally found a way,
no more endangered species, thats been solved for good.
Yes God, they did it, they finally did it today,
no more working on the Sabbath, of that they've made sure,
and the drug problem, its forever gone to stay,
for the killing of the rain forests, they finally found the cure.
Yes God, they did it, they finally did it today,
the multitudes of homeless now need no place to reside,
they've solved all the problems in a very historic way,
they pushed the nuclear buttons, its mankinds suicide.
The Oak
The oak [my love] lies across the winding stream,
fallen after years of standing tall.
The bank it once anchored in
disappears, eroding slowly,
that which had nourished its life
gradually washing away,
exposing its strong roots to rot,
until finally its support
is no longer able to hold it.
The oak falls across the winding stream
....after years of standing tall.
LOST CHILD
The march sky with blue darkness fills,
then Heaven's tears from the darkness spill.
The air is wet with a piercing chill
and I can't forget your memory still.
A flower cut down before it could grow,
your frail little bones covered with snow,
though some call it fate and others God's will,
it crushes me with sadness, a foreboding ill.
What could have been done
to have kept you from harm?
Did I miss some sign
that was supposed to warn?
The world is a desert
now that you've gone
and some days it's so very hard
to continue to go on.
The Sticks
Based on a story by my grandfather, Edgar.
Once there lay an old man dying,
in the morning's climbing sun,
in a green field he was lying,
called to himself his three strong sons.
"Come my sons, I've much to tell you,
and my time to leave is nigh,
listen to this I'd have you do,
hear my words before I die."
"We, children, are like sticks of wood,
and this our clan strength doth explain,
how through the years we've withstood,
famine, pestilence and pain.
Know we be of Clan O'Siadhail,
and not of the common throng,
while those alone stand in weakness,
together we're standing strong.
A man alone a single stick,
easily snapped in two,
forsake the clan, my darling sons,
and the single stick be you.
Together, whatever fate brings,
makes us stronger, strangers plainly see,
in order to break any one of you,
they'll have to break all three.
This my sons, your success in life,
how to face all things that come,
to overwhelm all stress and strife,
you must face the world as one.
This my sons, my last request,
in hopes you'll pay it good heed,
these words of wisdom be my bequest,
to see you through times of need."
As the old man finished his say,
he exhaled gently his last breath,
giving his wisdom he passed away,
into the gentle arms of death.
FIGHT THE FIGHT
In the fog of eons past,
in the time that the Old Gods roamed,
justice dispensed with a blade,
protecting hearth, family, home,
a man judged only by deeds,
whether they be great or small,
to fight the fight, that mattered,
to die like a man when you'd fall.
KATHERINE
You're like the air that I breathe to live,
you move as does the whispering wind,
gently, quietly go where you will,
as you pass me by I catch your scent.
You have the warmth of a summer breeze,
blowing under a lazy, hazy sun,
as relaxing as the sway of the trees,
my life long love, the only one.
A LIMERICK ABOUT RHYME
Some poets think it's a crime,
when writing a poem to rhyme,
it gets in the way
of what they would say,
but methinks they just won't take time.
Nano
A slender thread
that will bind
heart to heart
mind to mind
HUMAN HUNTER, HUMAN PREY
I am He, the hunter, the predator, the man.
You are my game, the prey, and you understand.
Though you feign fear and pretend to cower, you're eager.
Though you pretend a token defense, it seems quite meager.
Your heart beats excitement, big eyed and wild.
Your inner face is glowing, your inner face smiles.
You would discourage the timid with your blustery hype.
You wish to be devoured by only the masculine type.
So my little darling, my wildly fierce female prey,
Your dreams have all been answered, I will make you mine today.
Stormy Nights
Stormy Nights I see ahead,
I welcome them with delight,
nothing I'd rather see,
than a stormy night.
Wild surprising tempest,
always hard to predict,
at first going one way,
then opposite so quick.
Hot tongues of lightening,
the steadily licking wind,
the sound of tree limbs parting,
a moaning sound begins.
Electrical caress,
so quick, so hard, it comes,
wonderful, though not lasting,
so fast its over and done.
All the tension in the air,
so suddenly released,
the gentle pulsing rain,
I feel upon my cheek.
TREASURE
The secret treasure that we share,
that like so many rubies shine,
knowing the secret that we cared,
will not be lost in time.
When things get bad, we're all alone,
the world a darkening shade of gray,
remember our treasure's secret glow,
our happiness this day.
me for you, you for me,
a secret we'll always hold,
darling with your mind you'll see,
a memory made of gold.
Chrissie
When you speak my name, so soft,
an angel voice from aloft,
there is a softness in your voice
that steals a heart, seals a choice.
Your long auburn hair, soft and clean,
and in your eyes a twinkly gleam,
pleasure it is to see your smile,
your posture straight, your manner mild,
the fairest maiden in all the land,
well worth a battle for your sweet hand!
I wish your attention I could win,
for life would be so happy then.
So proud I'd be with a woman like you,
my prayers answered, my dreams come true.
LOVE POEM
Strolling in the afternoon's white heat,
we beheld an ocular treat.
A tiny rose of brightest red,
on a climbing vine, just ahead,
illuminated in Sol's bright light,
the center of existence, it seems so right,
grass, yellow green, a sky so blue,
an instant to share with my love true,
a treasured tidbit, smiling eyes,
a warming new love, soul felt sighs,
trains of thought, impossible now,
our heart's singing forever vows,
to waste away summer's long days,
giving pleasure in little ways,
my darling who could ask for more,
no greater love in all man's lore,
than this love that you and I share,
now, today, into future years.
Song of Thanks
No longer alone am I
now that fate has brought me nigh
to that I'd searched for, for so long
she who will fix the many wrongs
She who is thoughtful in every way
and always has the right thing to say
her little treasures she shares with me
bringing me joy, for the world to see
letting me know she enjoys my time,
my conversation, my little rhymes
beautiful inside as well as out
leaving me never room to doubt
my love, my darling, you know who you are
on my darkest night, the brightest star,
you heed my wants, the words I say,
making sure I'm happy in the little ways
and if in the little ways all things are good
then in my heart its understood
that love for me in you is strong
and in my eyes, you can do no wrong.
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Petals
The Spirit, your internal flower,
so let your flower bloom.
Escape the mundane, the darkness,
the never ending gloom.
Souls on Earth like petals on the ground,
fallen in stormy wind.
waiting on sunshine, a wispy breeze,
to send them aloft again.
You are the breeze, and the sunshine,
a candle in the night,
guide souls [them will-o'-the wispy],
a guide to all thats right.
The Spirit, your internal flower,
so let your flower bloom.
Escape the mundane, the darkness,
the never ending gloom.
Souls on Earth like petals on the ground,
fallen in stormy wind.
waiting on sunshine, a wispy breeze,
to send them aloft again.
You are the breeze, and the sunshine,
a candle in the night,
guide souls [them will-o'-the wispy],
a guide to all thats right.