Tis quiet
When I wake
The rest, in sleepful slumber

Not me,I partake
The bitterwine of insomnia
Sometimes, sips alone
Bare enough to fill a quill.

Sometimes, cups so deep
That one forgets the state
Called sleep, and tours
The town, called Stumble

Tonight's draught, a nip or two
Just enough, to say to you
Treasure the wakeful nights
When you sit and delight
In the quiettetude  of a house a'slumber
All loved, all safe,  and well
This is the ***** of a pilfered night
Taken from the restful isle
To watch and pray, and smile.

God bless the one who PRAYS
PRAISE the Lord's heavenly REIGN
RAIN on me, then warming RAYS
RAISE my soul to a higher PLANE

PLAIN and simple, he can HEAL
HE'LL save any sinner TOO
TO him, surrender yourself WHOLLY
HOLY father is for me and you


PRAYER

oh Lord, can you hear my PLEAS
PLEASE shelter me from the RAIN
REIGN over me with a watchful EYE
I long to make it to your domain

Wham Bam Thank you, Ma'am
Has never really sat well inside this vessel
Toeing that ever chalked Georgia peach line
We are but passing ships in harbor
Your vaulted sails much more impressive
When full of all that hot air
Once out of range of my compass
The needle spins towards greener pastures
Where I get freckles in the sunshine
But you will never kiss them from over there
Tasting the sweet sweet deep of an Appalachia summer
Muscles ache to leap off of Bear's Den from Skyline Drive
Spread wings and soar above the highest peak
Replace this hollow that has grown thick with ditch ****
Clear it out to welcome something colorful
Someone bold
A healing kind for me

Don't send me home crying
Tears in my eyes, wet face
Feeling lost on the long drive back
I would rather leave angry
With half moons dug into my palms
A plan forms to pull it all back together
I can handle rage

What to feel
                     when you feel too much
when you can't make sense
                                               when you need a crutch

What to see
                   when you see nothing
when you want a light
                                       but you can't see anything

What to hear
                      when you hear everything
but you feel alone
                               when you hear yelling

What to want
                       when you want it all
when you need someone
                                           but you haven't the gall

It saddens me
No end
that due to
HARSH WORDS
and unremitting lies
I have lost a friend
Screamingnighthog
was and hopefully
will be again,
a poet who supported
and helped grow many
writers, with generous comments
And an open and welcoming heart

I do not believe he is perfect,
But nor do I believe he;
MASQUERADED as beryl dov
or anyone else for that matter!

I  write this hoping others join
with me in supporting him and
letting him know he is APPRECIATED
and  not in order to denegrate anyone else.

I miss his poetry....