Let me expound upon
The words that happened before the dawn
It was between two poets
The one who was a fretful poet
The other was a friend a brother
Who now did encourage the other.

I read my poems                                                            ­                                    
And truth be told                                                             ­                               
I think them lame                                                             ­                                   
And there is no excuse                                                           ­                             
For me to use                                                              ­                                          
Any more time                                                             ­                                         
To write one more line.                                                            ­                          

                                     ­                                                  My dearest comrade
                                                                ­                          You’re not that bad
                                                             ­                         I’ve read your poetry
                                                          ­                                And it inspired me
                                                              ­                             Don’t stop writing
                                                         ­      Because it seems no fish are biting
                                                 I don’t know why you changed your view
                                              You once were as shiny as the morning dew
                                                             ­     But do not fear for you can come
                                                            ­                     And once again become
                                                          ­    Like the person, you now do shun.

But so much work and effort come                                                             ­   
If to poetry I run                                                              ­                                
To rhyme every day                                                              ­                          
In different ways just to say                                                              ­              
How I am feeling about the day.                                                             ­     
I love the language for it is to me                                                               ­   
A form of art that I can see                                                              ­              
And form some shapes with my words                                                      
However absurd!                                                          ­                                  
To paint a picture in the mind                                                             ­           
Oh, how divine!                                                          ­                                      
But alas, it is too sad                                                              ­                          
For I feel as though I am bad                                                              ­            
And I am tired of the same words                                                            ­    
Though many escape like the birds                                                            ­  
And fly away to by and by….                                                                 ­ 

                                                              ­                                 Oh dear brother
                                                                ­    Did you not hear your mother?
                                                         ­                         She did give her speech
                                                                ­    That we are to be like the beach
                                                           ­        Standing strong against the tide
                                                            ­   No matter how our hands are tied
                                                            ­                       And now comes doubt
                                                                ­ To crush thee and knock thee out
                                                        So stand strong and remember the joy
                                                   That you had with poetry like it were toy
                                                             ­                      Now pick up your pen
                                                             ­                            And go to your den
                                                             ­                   And write what you will
                                                            ­     No one could ever keep you still

And so the conversation ended
But this is for those who needed mended
A word of encouragement
For those who are in discouragement.

Des is my name
Young was I when I found a game
Some call it hard others think it lame
Learn to read was its name
Excited was I when I first began
X’s and O’s were letters to be learned
I thought that it would be easy but I was burned
Cause I have a problem in reading simple words

Oh dear reader you are so grand
To sit and read my poem as though it were a demand
You, I’m sure, are far better then I
Who does sit at this desk and now does write
About you who is great in might.
Though I have my doubts
For many flout about
And make such a fuss
Over people like us
They say we do constantly dream
And never shall attain the gleam
Of any one of our dreams.
But you are better, that we know!
And far surpass the words that now do flow
How could tongue describe the way you go
For you shape words as though they were dough
And my, my, my what a honor to know
That one such as you has read my show
Though the words be simple
And the rhyme the same
You have paused to read its name!
Oh a thousand thanks to you dear poet
For you are great and we all do know it!
So thanks for listening to this rambling
For it is for your pleasing
That I am babbling.

For no rhyme or reason do I now compose
My sentences in some sort of prose.
I write for fun and when I am done
I sit and read with uncertainty
Works I've added to this community
And thankful for it
has made me confidant.

If you felt the same
Could you join me in saying,
To the one who in their making
Formed this cite
Were we all can write,
Thank you Eliot York
We much appreciate your work!

Sorry I am a bit of a dork
But I was taught
To say thank you
And pay my dues
To the one who
Thanks is due.
So thank
YOU!

What if we just watched the stars
and waited the sun?
Unless God tear us apart
We would never part.
Till the time did come
And the morning was done?
Would that help you to see
That you are everything to me?

Fetters are on many who do not believe
Are they on you?
Well, check and see!
Are you bound by doubt
Or are you shackled by a thought you can’t surmount?

In my answer listen close
For good news, I bring from the coast.
Turn not from listening when I begin
For it is needful that you listen in.
It is that you are a sinner and do need saving
From the wrath of God, that is hastening.
Believe me, not?
Are you without a blot?
Well, then you must be the best of persons!
But quick, let's check and see?

Not one false truth have you unfurled
From thy curled
Lips?

Do you withhold every word thou might have uttered
In the blasphemy against thy maker?

Have you never murdered?
Even by saying a perverse word
Against thy brother?
Tell me truly
Are you
Unruly?

If this dear poet were to speak to your parents
Would they tell me you've always
acted truly?
Honored their commands
And obeyed their demands?

Has thy hand taken?

Has your heart coveted the body of another
That is lust, my dear brother.

But be not mad
for I am just as bad
if not worse then all transgressors.

How then shall two chums like us
Enter glory when our bodies are but dust?

Maybe we shall escape through the mercies
Of the God that is to judge our secrecies?
Nah, my fellow!
Be we in a court of law the judge would bellow
That we have transgressed
And are dismissed
To suffer the vengeance
Saved for our negligence!

But say we were so bold
to lay out the story yet untold
Of good deeds many
And prayers plenty?
This still would not suffice
For our sins do require a sacrifice.
For though I transgress not again
The sin is unpaid for if I have not accepted the Christ.
The one who suffered all demise!

'Tis a two-step process
that is a must that leads us
To a reunion and a trust
To the one who formed us from dust.

First cometh repentance
The which is a turning
From the yearning
Of the lusts
Which did
Hold you
In the
Dust.

The second
Is to believe upon
The one who hung well after the dawn.
Yet not in his death alone, for that would be wrong!
But in his resurrection and in his victor's song!
For he has freed us from our death
And taken the punishment
For our every breath
That we did fail
To thank God
For who gave
To us, our
Will.

Repent and believe this tale
And my dear friend, he will never fail.
He promises not a life of ease
Nor one free from disease
as some modern preachers tease.
No, he promises a life of toils
And many raging seas.
But at the end is life untold!
So brother do be bold
And humble thy head
and bow thy knees.
Commit to him thy life
And to you, he shall grant eternal life.

If this has happened to the soul that does read
Then do take heed
For our heads are not the keys
Nor are thy deeds
A means to inherit
These.

Trust Christ and him alone
for all thy wants and needs.

I am from humble means
So think not that I live in ease
For I live for him but many tease
And my life has its stormy seas.
But he has called me to my knees
Where I did call upon his mercies
And he bestowed his wondrous glories
And gave me joy and peace

With that, I may now cease
To question my life
that I once did doubt
And my fetters are fallen
And I do shout
So how could I ever come to doubt?

Now conclude I with a promise
And it is one He gave to me
It is that life might be more full
And abound with blessings
And in the end, you will receive
Life everlasting, peace, and glory.

No shackle
No fetter
Only a life for the better
This does come if repentance
You seek and are humbled
Before Christ.

Let me tell you about myself
I am from the sun and
God did make me for
Himself
Tell me my name
Lest I forget,
In heated moments, to
Give thee sight in the night.
Here in the day, I am always present
Tell me now, ain’t I pleasant?

Coming and going my life is blowing
around about the trees I am in the leaves
You can not feel me
I am he who does tease
Never harsh
I am still as a marsh
I am not, and yet I am
Canst thou guess who I am?
My name is one and is quite well known
Children fear me when they are alone
Yet I am always present
save in the presents of he who is omnipresent
Behind the stars, I like to lie
And in the shadows of people passing by
I love the night
and do hate the light
If you have not guessed
It might be for the best
For me to share my name
It is darkness.
Now can you see?

Oh how I wish for elegance
And that my words and thoughts might be understood
and not regarded with negligence
That one would ponder upon my writings
Or even listen to my sayings
With that might I be content
But since no one listens I lament
If I had but beauty
Would they listen
Or is my speech irrelevant?

As the sun rises,
Man reaches,
But only those who rise like the sun
Will be able to touch what they are reaching for.

Now do I speak and do share
Of all the things that I do bare
Of desires many and wants untold
Yet I know I shall not receive
A single wish
For as the whispering breeze
And as the falling leaves
You do leave
And all my sorrows do vary
By degrees
But the greatest
Was that you did leave me
For the best
And now I am depressed
But turn back, and you will see
That I do smile
But why?
So that you may feel
Free and as happy as can be
For that is what I want
To see you happy
And never in want

I am from a world of love
All who come do search like doves
For the one, they think is best
For the one, they raise above the rest
I have seen many a couple
Split apart
And some depart
But others who have felt my dart
Do come back and say their part
As though it were from a script
They speak from a heart once ripped
That all their words were absurd
And together they go off like birds
to enjoy a love only the the humble deserve.

Many a poem have I uttered
Many a story have I muttered
For I have a bit to
To flit and flutter about
Many would say I’m dull
And others would still spout
That I should mull
Over what I write about.
For in speed these words do flow.
And these lines do come with ease
I mean not to tease
For I think my work is of low degrees.
But thank you for I am pleased
That you think my work has qualities
And modest vibrancy.

I do strive for you
And you alone.
Though all I am is flesh and bone
I will battle the world for you alone
Though my strength is small
And my manners not fit for a ball
I would dance my heart out and call
For you to be my sweet, sweet doll
I know my rhymes are lame
But you are such a dame
That I could not but name
All that I would do
If I could simply have you!

So I do strive for you
And you alone.
Though you may come
From above and I am but ****
But I will try not to be so dumb
Yet my heart is as a drum
But it seeks a rhythm
And it is a song of love that I hope to hum
But that is to you
If you decide to be my bride.

Did I not live for a life of pleasure
Did I not live my life to please
The soul wherewith I am now displeased?
For lack of sense  
For being too dense
I now live with the terrible sense
That this is the end of my life
No wants
No thoughts
Would I dare to utter
For it is my soul that does make me shutter
For all its writhing  
For all its taking
For all its sins does it now shake
And does tremble before the gate
Oh death come quickly
Oh fate do pass
Over my body will I at last
Face my death
And face my enemy
The devil
The demon
He did tremble
But not at my arrival  
He did smile thus at me
He did laugh and hint to me
That the wrath God did come
Oh thou fool
Oh thou simple
Why did I not mind what was uttered
For all creation did stand and utter
The glory of him could make the greatest stutter
Remember my state as you do pass
For your state was once mine
And my state will soon be yours
Prepare for death
And flee from those who follow me.
Prepare for death
And do not follow me!

Well hello, she said to me,
And the thought that we could be
Did cross my mind but I could see
That it was just a dream.
But what if not!
Could it be?
That she could be
Standing here,
Next to me!
Yet how could I?
A poor of the poor
Be with this dear damsel?
Though I work
And often break my back
I get no slack
And never should I expect,
The very thought a reck,
That I might spend eternity
With this damsel of sovereignty!
Yet there she stood
As lovely as a misty wood
So full of life
So full of laughter
(And yet I was growing hotter)
And there was I a blessed *******
For it was her that I did see
And though life moved on
It was her I did lead on
To see the sights
And all the pleasantries.
As soon as I did bow to kiss
That damsel I loved best
The damming sun did warm my cheek
And I sat up staring
Almost quaking
For the thoughts I had were not in waking
But were in my sleeping!
Then did I almost weep
For I was in a deep, deep sleep
And the cursed sun did raise my head
From my dream and from my bed
And most of all away from the dove
That I did love.