It is a windy day today,
But I hoped that you might stay
And not blow my heart away.
I fear a fearsome storm doth brew,
That they shall cleave me from you
Oh jealous clouds cease to stew!
Sun, don't permit this darkness fall
Hail winds, and command them stall
Buy me time, however small
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
Midst misty mountains moans
A poor soul doomed to roam
The life he lived was more like death
So after life he was given breath
His task to guide the wayward son
Back to the love where he'd begun
Until this lesson had been learned
That the angry God whom he had spurned
Had loved him through every fall
And wanted him to heed the call
Of a father whose hope was great
That his son might choose a different fate
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
Whence comes the dark of night
Whence comes the day's first light
Whence comes the storms of snow
Whence comes the winds that blow
There is one who knows
To and fro in the deep he goes
But seek ye not lest ye may find
Who possesses the lesser mind
For knowledge is fire that burns the fool
It will only be a wise man's tool
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
I have lived a full life,
Brimming with beauty,
Overflowing with adventure.
I have seen the Arno,
Draped in fire and light.
I have sailed into the burning sea
And felt it's heat from mountaintops.
I have seen heavenly waters,
So distant and close.
I have watched Apollo fly arrows
Back at his huntress twin.
Yet none of these can compare
To the glint in my true loves eyes.
In it I see my past all at once
And our future sprawled ahead.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
In my heart I am a knight
A man born to strive for right
The world likes to worship might
But I have seen a brighter light
I have been blessed with clearer sight
The world has been filled with blight
That makes the day as black as night
Which head of the hydra do I fight?
Thank God He is on a higher height
I need only serve and be contrite
For he will redeem all his broken wights
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
The sea has claimed all
Our pride has sunk below
Where once flags flapped bright
No sign or ruin gives note
Tall spires were felled low
White walls crashed down like foam
The waves have rolled through
Our hearths are dead and cold
Fair gems have waned dark
Their light shines no longer
All songs have ceased now
The joyful live no more
A cloud has risen here
It's shadow leads the van
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
Sit here my sweet and listen to
The tale of love 'tween me and you
When I was young and small of frame
I felt no want for worldly fame
Nor did I care for heaps of gold
I had one love if truth be told
I cared for good most of all
And feared not pain nor funeral pall
I wished to see where good was done
I searched beyond the setting sun
I wandered until at last I found
The woods to be my hallowed ground
Beneath those boughs was my home
And there I lay no more to roam
I was content, it's true to say
Until I met a girl one day
She moved among the hills like light
For flowers bloomed at her delight
All the animals gathered 'round
To hear her voice's lovely sound
At night the stars would come from miles
To try and earn her radiant smiles
I was in love, it was clear to see
But could she ever be in love with me?
Then one night both long and sweet
I stayed awake my love to meet
She smiled at me when at her I'd peek
So I lay a kiss upon her cheek
Her stormy eyes tossed my soul
And so I played a bolder role
I leaned in for her lips so red
But her soft kiss met mine instead
That's the story of how I found
The best girl there is around
And when our young love did fledge
We gave each other a wedding pledge
To live each day in free bliss
And of course to often kiss
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
Searching for the salty stinging
I find myself breathing deeply
The same lament I keep singing
While caged, I flutter weakly
"Beyond the hill, beyond the glen
Beyond the plains, beyond the fen
I hear her voice lilt and sway
And all my pain is washed away
She sings secrets no man may tell
Through the modest magic of a shell
Between the land, beneath the sky
O lover hear my lonesome cry
Sing out to me, the song of the sea
Draw me out where I should be
Among the waves, among the spray
Not in the cove, nor in the bay
Take me where I am free
Sing me back to the sea"
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
The poems of my generation are sad
The poets got hurt and now they’re mad
Easy lives filled with human pain
They cry out to the night in vain
The poems speak of love too oft
Yet at monogamy they all have scoffed
The poets can’t compose alone
They need to drink until they moan
Until they make yet more mistakes
More material for the poems they make
I too have fallen down
Into the poems that gain renown
I have tried to please the world
To validate souls bent and curled
Now I know the truth to tell
The night is not a wishing well
Poems should reflect God’s own heart
Each one with a moral to impart
Poems should express things pure and true
That doesn’t mean they can’t be sad or blue
Just that our hearts should be nobler things
Than a metal shell that hollowly rings
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
Father, Father, where have you gone?
Where are your arms where we belong?
How far from these banks we’ve known
have you moved your kingdom’s throne?
Have you found another home?
Did you forget your children doomed to roam?
Is the family whole again?
New children where we should’ve been.
Father, Father, we’ve flown so far,
with neither guiding sun nor evening star.
Where did they go, where are our people?
We’ve lost a forest to gain a steeple.
We’ve knocked atop the hollow hills,
but could only hear the sound of mills.
Tell us if you slumber deep,
or if you’ve found a better sleep.
Father, Father, who are these men?
They dump waste into the river bend.
They say our people don’t exist,
but we see the faces in the mist.
We’ll sing one last haunting tune,
on tranquil waters ‘neath beaming moon.
We’ll sing goodbye to the world we knew
and go to die and be with you.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC