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 Aug 2013 Jesse Belcher
Marian
Twilight
The sunset is fading in the west
Tiny breezes stir the trees
Sweet nostalgia calls the tune to ecstasy
And harps join the melody
The sun is sinking behind the sky
The life of day is dying--fading in the west
Dear feathered birds are flying
Flying home to rest
The fragrance of roses and wild flowers
Calls one sweet sound
Played on bluebells sweet and dear
Tiny ripples on the blue-green lake
Little cattails dance
And the grasses nod
O, dear song of Twilight!

Midnight
Black velvet paints the sky
It is now Midnight
When the Fairies dance in the forest
And play upon their harps
Tiny little breezes
Call to life the Fairies song
Pixie dust flies through the air
And fireflies fly upon the sky
The Moon is floating silently
In the darkly painted sky
Celestial music plays a heavenly cord
All Night long
'Til Dawn greets the sky
Then the Fairies fly to other part of the world
To sing all Night there

**~Marian~
 Aug 2013 Jesse Belcher
Marian
Snow is on the ground,
Faithful memories fill the air all around,
A faint sunrise is painted in the sky;
And a snow-covered church stands nearby.
A covered bridge stands tall,
The trees are snow-covered from last night's snowfall,
All around the song of winter fills the air;
With a horse and buggy here and there.
All the houses are snow-covered too,
This is just too beautiful to be true,
It's so beautiful I'm ready to cry;
And I look up at the pastel painted sky.
This place is too beautiful to be real,
The landscape is just so surreal,
In my heart this place will always be;
My Faithful Memories.

*~Marian~
I hope this sounds okay!! :)
Enjoy, my HP friends!! :) ~~<33
 Aug 2013 Jesse Belcher
Marian
Clouds float by,
In the dark blue Night sky,
Little stars twinkle in the air;
There is beauty everywhere.
A shooting star falls from the sky in motion,
The beautiful blue waves sing a lullaby in the ocean,
The fishes under the ocean never sleep;
This place is so beautiful I could weep.
The beautiful lighthouse with its "Night light" stands tall,
A rock from the island cliff in motion doth fall,
The beautiful half crescent moon lights up the sky;
Along with the lighthouse's light way up so high.
Trees grow all around the lighthouse's guiding light,
Guiding a ship at Night,
Oh it's so beautiful here at Night;
No wonder they call the lighthouse "Night Light".

*~Marian~
I don't know whether I'll have another poem about this one or not!!! :)
Hope you enjoy this one!! :) ~~<33
 Jul 2013 Jesse Belcher
Kristy
In the innocence of who we are
We seek out the truth in those around us
Trusting and believing
That we will find in them
The very same truths that are evident in our lives
In doing that...we do them such a disservice
We have in fact set them up for immediate failure
Because we have set the bar by our own standards
And not taken into account...their life experiences
And how those very experiences
Have shaped them in the very person that they are
Moral of the story...
Always take the time to really get to know someone
Before you label them as odd...or different...or just not "up to par"
Truth be known...you really have not idea at all
The life experiences that they have had to endure
We are each different...in so many ways
And it is those very differences that make up our individuality
Special...unique...and yes...sometimes a little odd
But...always...always...always...BEAUTIFUL.

Kristy Turnage
4-6-09
so you've graduated high school
you got into that university you wanted
or maybe the one you didn't
still,
you're going somewhere in the fall
then you'll live the easy life for four or so years
gain some weight
lose it
change your fashion sense
discover who you are
all the while
you'll be doing dumb ****
making friends
losing friends
and even learning a few things along the way
then you graduate again
hooray for you
what's next?
a job?
a year of looking?
you could always go back for your masters
you know with the dilution of a BA/BS degree today
you'll probably need it
if you don't want to flip burgers
so now it's been 6 or 7 years
just in higher education
more like a decade
if you pursue that pesky PHD
so you can make the big bucks
then what?
pick up a nice girl somewhere
you'll both grow together
fall in what you think is love
compromise after compromise
for some romantic ideal
which you chase but never catch fully
maybe the poor broad
will churn out a couple of kids for you
a son to carry on your name
a daughter to protect
and they become teenagers
and you're old now
you don't understand them
and they resent you
and all of those dollars
you worked so hard for
disappear
like there's a hole in your back pocket
and then the kids go to college
just like you did
and you and the missus have to fight
to act like you aren't dead in the water
and then one morning
you wake up
your skin hangs off of you
in all the wrong places
it looks like you are wearing a costume
which doesn't fit
and you get winded walking up the stairs
to your study
where you sit and drink the night away
before you crawl back in bed with the shack job
where even the slightest touch
is no longer tantalizing,
but irritating
you wake up and realize
you did everything expected of you
you wake up and realize
you did it all wrong
When the black dog appears
On a starless full moon night
A shadow of blackness
Turn your hands to ice
Grip tightly your soul
Prepare for the judgment of man

These beings tied together as one
Upon whom was wrought great harm
They will speak with truth
What is right
What is wrong
The darkness bottomless depths
Love and purity of the light
The penance if any should be allowed

Possessing strength of the righteous these ghosts
Whose once warm hearts have turned to stone
The very ones you lay in the ground
Who have been quiet and still
Without a sound
And those earth bound spirits
With life in their veins

This shall be the court you will face
Here recount your actions and disgrace
Some will ask for mercy and pity
While others insist upon your death
But as sure as I am living and draw breath
They will condemn your soul
For  evil deeds
The  rain of blood tears
Planting of hate’s seeds

Perhaps it will be many
Or just a few years
But do not doubt it
Amid the rain of blood tears
On a starless night
The black dog will appear




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