I am integrating some old old writing into my blog. Here you will find some of my poetry: the good, the bad, and the ugly. I hope I don't offend Clint Eastwood!
As a child I said these words: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to take. As twilight sits at my steps, I have a new prayer, I pray it helps. Bless me with the strength to live, for I know the power is yours to give. I cannot sleep, I sit in darkness and silently weep. I fear I will never wake, I am not ready for my soul to take. I want to stay on my earthly home, Dreaming of a future heavenly roam. I am not finished, and I want to stay, Please answer my prayer for one more day.
The cool air surrounds me As I sit in the change of seasons. Watching the passing of one, To make room for the new. The beauty of it, Can only be compared to you.
A gentle breeze sways my thoughts, Reflections of days spent laughing. My heart leaps into my throat, As misery trickles through my mind. Being alone, I wish you were with me, For now I must suffer without. In time I will join you again.
O’ maine of grandure. Why hast thou left thine home? Bestower of beauty for all to gaze. Thy pride of Sampson, e’re the facilitator of his undoing. For withe thou returnest with thine vengence. The curse thou hast now bestow’d upon thy master. Thrice thou hast beseechéd me. Lying in wait, hidden deep in the darkist chasm. Stow’d away in waiting till thou springeth forth with the air of life. Thy object of hideous affection. Retreatest thou when confronted by thine master. O’coward of age and ill-respect. O’manifestation of age, gathering to sucumb the sounds of joy till only a muffle trickle to thine master’s ear. Once a loft in high respect, thou hast recompensed and disperséd to regions unable to grasp with thine masters’ own hands. Curséd you are until the day thine Master lopeth you from your new found place of refuge. Enjoy thine new strongholds for twilight is near.
Staring into nothingness, My heart pounds from loneliness. Her image cloudy in my thoughts. I struggle to focus, I just can’t see. Her outline is clear, but my memories have faded. Her presence vague in my mind, everlasting but incomplete.
A New Prayer
ReplyDeleteAs a child I said these words:
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to take.
As twilight sits at my steps,
I have a new prayer, I pray it helps.
Bless me with the strength to live,
for I know the power is yours to give.
I cannot sleep,
I sit in darkness and silently weep.
I fear I will never wake,
I am not ready for my soul to take.
I want to stay on my earthly home,
Dreaming of a future heavenly roam.
I am not finished, and I want to stay,
Please answer my prayer for one more day.
Together
ReplyDeleteAs I watch you,
Without your knowing,
My eyes rejoice,
As my love keeps growing.
Seasons
ReplyDeleteThe cool air surrounds me
As I sit in the change of seasons.
Watching the passing of one,
To make room for the new.
The beauty of it,
Can only be compared to you.
Lonely
ReplyDeleteA gentle breeze sways my thoughts,
Reflections of days spent laughing.
My heart leaps into my throat,
As misery trickles through my mind.
Being alone, I wish you were with me,
For now I must suffer without.
In time I will join you again.
Ode to Keratiné
ReplyDeleteO’ maine of grandure.
Why hast thou left thine home?
Bestower of beauty for all to gaze.
Thy pride of Sampson,
e’re the facilitator of his undoing.
For withe thou returnest with
thine vengence.
The curse thou hast now bestow’d
upon thy master. Thrice thou
hast beseechéd me. Lying in wait,
hidden deep in the darkist chasm.
Stow’d away in waiting till thou
springeth forth with the air of life.
Thy object of hideous affection.
Retreatest thou when confronted
by thine master.
O’coward of age and ill-respect.
O’manifestation of age, gathering
to sucumb the sounds of joy till
only a muffle trickle to thine master’s
ear. Once a loft in high respect, thou
hast recompensed and disperséd to
regions unable to grasp with
thine masters’ own hands. Curséd
you are until the day thine Master
lopeth you from your new found
place of refuge. Enjoy thine new
strongholds for twilight is near.
Love Forgotten
ReplyDeleteStaring into nothingness,
My heart pounds from loneliness.
Her image cloudy in my thoughts.
I struggle to focus, I just can’t see.
Her outline is clear, but my memories have faded.
Her presence vague in my mind,
everlasting but incomplete.