Poetry

Yes, I dable in a bit of poetry....here are some of my better verses....and yes, some of it is very dark. But it's a great way to get out your deepest thoughts. Enjoy!

My Fight

With solemn resolve, I resign here and now

that the mind has forgotten what the heart used to know

Fear hath usurped what faith once held firm

Doubts born of uncertainty wield more power to learn

Neath the watchful eye of man's fervent gaze

beliefs left unfounded fail the test of days

I lost what had once meant so much in my sight

for another one's pleadings of what surely was right

Will it ever return, that feeling of peace

which cradled my heart and brought strength to my feet,

kept me walking towards something no scholar beheld,

but which I had perceived from fears long dispelled

Oh how I pray that the day will soon come

when I know in my mind what my heart had once won

Leave me not in darkness but provide me with light

that I may herewith prove the strength of my fight

Winds Blow

Winds blow change, with naught but a thought

Scatters the light amongst the dark

Sounds and sights which once brought joy

Leave emptiness full and sadness employed

Quick are the cries, with nothing proclaimed

Sharp are the words, much hate unrestrained

Doubt and fear cause destruction in love

Bonds once forged seem lost without cause

One road becomes two, two roads turn away

Ever wandering further from day to day

Where does the heart find shelter still?

Why does the mind leave whatever it will?

How then can peace and happiness thrive

Where logic and reason are kept well alive? 

Something Lost

The stillness of silence

O’er what may have been

Remembered though fondly

Besets me again

The gentlest touch of

My soul to implore

Leaves me wanting for mercy

And weeping for more

Returned to my senses

I fall to despair

As I wonder, dear friend

Is there something more there?

To Fly

Wings spread wide avail me no reward

Through stormy skies and seas

I feel the calmness of the breeze

While yet I can’t begin to soar

My want of quest to know how still

The able dove may fly

When on my own I often try

Find though I’m left much as before

Upon the edge I dance with fate

To wonder where I stand

Timid again I stretch my hand

And hope that I am not too late

Oh rake upon my soul the soil

Of faith to change my heart and will

And feel the Son upon it there

That God’s own hands do gently till

Blossom

Pink blossoms of trees come in spring

Such cheerfulness to us they bring

But then in the fall

They delight none at all

For winter soon comes with a sting

Where Wondering Ends

Wakeful morn upon thy breast

My weary head is sure to rest

The dark no more consumes my eyes

In splendid light the sun will rise

I’d wandered long in such despair

Forgetful why life put me there

With lips the dawn of silence breaks

And words not said more courage takes

For us a place there still resides

Within my heart where faith confides

On this our life it now depends

For love begins where wondering ends

  

Christmas Spirit

May Christmas bring you loving joy

And for all the year round

Remind you of that quiet peace

Where Christmas hearts are truly found

May gifts be given and received

With cheerful gratitude

And wanting hands meet humble feet

And both resound the truth

As we recall the stories dear

And think what they suggest

May we find keys to our own selves

And in Christmas Spirit be our best

Here Comes The Night

Be swift, oh night, to end the day

That brought all things to shame

Seal up the lips and close the eyes

Relieve the heart its pain

The ruse of love defiled the trust

And broke the promised deal

Now death becomes the wounded soul

Far more than life’s appeal

Tender Blade

Bend the blade, oh haunting friend

Whistle, blow and sweep

Howl the night and whisk the day

Swirl up and down the steep

Succeed you will in forcing down

That tender little chute

But where you fail, oh whooshing one

Is in the light's dispute

You blow and blow but never can

Erase the sun's warm rays

Which bring to life the green, green grass

That you had tried to stay

Your power may be great to show

It might cause damage still

But stop the light, you never can

And no, you never will

Reason’s Risk

To worship quick the faulted sound

The loud and calling voice

The empty vow of joy to find

In places boasting choice

While seems to lack a truth therein

Those dazzling hands bear lies

“Put first the thought of other means

Forget what God designs”

In doing thus, lose more than self

Lose freedom, life and this

Becomes the mourner’s quiet knell

From reason’s awful risk

But each step forward taken will,

No matter yet how small,

Bring closer still the heart and soul 

To heed the Master's call

Lost Conscious

Dark night mistakes the distant death

E're waiting still it comes 
For money's worth and pennies spent 
Yet ne're subtracts the sum 
A shallow peeling bell may sound 
Some lonesome ghostly ring 
While sonnets rise and beauty fades 
In long forgotten spring 
Dim failing intellectual bliss 
The thought begets the daze 
And searching ends at sunset's reign 
Lost in a sentient maze

The Marble

Atop the stair at grandma’s house,

A jar of marbles lay

She told me once throughout her youth

She added one each day

A stormy night fell dark and dim

And candles soon were lit

My grandma said, come here my boy

Together we will sit

She brought into my view the jar

Filled almost to the brim

With marbles, colored, spotted, cracked

But brilliant just the same

Her feeble hand reached deep inside,

And pulled a red one free

Then dusted off, inspected, shined

She handed it to me

“What’s this”, I asked, confused at once

I’d never got to hold

The marbles seemed too frail to touch

And grandma’s only gold

“It means so much”, she spoke to me

“My treasures aren’t so great

But this, dear boy is all I have

To give to you today

Remember well, my marble here

And keep it close, you can

You may find strength in thinking yet

Of grandma’s wrinkled hand

You see, my boy, each marble here

Means something more to me

Some are large, and some are small

But all are plain to see

Each day I saw a blessing come

From God in heaven high

I put a marble in my jar

To help remember why.

This red one here I give to you

Is most precious, yes it’s true

It’s the marble that I put inside

The day your mom had you”