"gilchrist" poems
"The Gathering Storm"
Shifting, churning, swirling, .... the breeze comes spritely
from the slate colored billows of the thunderclouds.
A gentle whisper at first,..... then building to a crescendo,
tickling the underbellies of leaves..... and rolling them over.
Bending the supple tips of branches to a rythmn
unknown to any author of music.
A rythmn of nature following no rules.......
and knowing no bounds.
What reason shall it follow,....
when the flapping of a sparrows wings,
And brief stirring of the air by a single bird,
......a half continent away
Shall have a cause and effect on what...
we feel pulsing against our exposed skin.
Is it not so with us,.... each one of us as a single sparrow,
flitting about and mingling with other creatures
Shall we not have an effect on that,.... that we touch
with our alterations of what is... and what was
We can only have hope,.. to manage the chaos
of the seeds that we sow... and the sprouts of our intellect.
Not knowing what will grow from our aspirations of changing that
that is .... to that,... that we dream it to be.
Shall we dare to become the God that we have worshipped .....
Shall we dare become the ... Sheperd's of the universe.
Perhaps, !! ..... but we must lay down the rules and know the bounds.
Let us not forget,..... we are but caretakers
for the creations of a greater spirit.
"The Gathering Storm"
Written By Dennis Gilchrist
Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 9:07 AM UTC
"Silly Me"
Celine Dion still makes me cry
Silly me.... don't know why
Could it be ..
that love flows free
When I hear her songs..
they're part of me..
A part of me..
that won't let go...
Of a love so strong..
I used to know..
A love my heart..
must now embrace
In my dreams...
still see her face..
Her soul yet by my side....
Oh !! .... the wonder of the ride
Once again her hand in mine
A touch upon her cheek..
Once again our souls entwined
Once again we seek...
A time together...for all time
A time for us .. to be ...
Today I'll join her in sweet dream...
My love has set me free...
Inspired by Sherry and the movie "Titanic"
Written by Dennis Gilchrist
Copyright 2004
Inspired by Sherry
and the movie "Titanic"
Written by Dennis Gilchrist
Copyright 2004
"Love can touch us one time ......and last for a lifetime"
"And never let go till..... we're gone."
To those who wonder, ... Sherry was a friend when I was very young
a friend I have remembered and a memory I have always cherished for 50 years now,
She was my first real love .... whom I adored,... but I was so bashful then I never really
told her so, ... I recall so many times back then when I would go out of my way to walk
by her apartment hoping to catch a glimpse of her outside, I usually didn't but that
didn't matter, it still made my heart beat a little faster, ... then one day her mom
drove her to my house,... she had come to say goodbye, ... she was moving to California.
After she drove away I recall feeling numb and I went into a hallway where I lived and
closed the door, ... sat on a step and cried and made a promise to myself that someday
I would find her and tell her how much I cared for her then, ... and never forgot my promise.
I found her, ... and the poem above is the result.
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Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 12:01 PM UTC
" The Sea "
What is this yearning...
This Lure of the sea ...
A whisper of waves ...
Calling to me ...
Calling me back ...
To the mother of life ...
Away from the hardships ...
The pain and the strife ...
It's where I find comfort ...
In just being me ...
And where most often ...
I Long to be ...
And when I am on her...
And close to her breast ...
My mind finds a peace ...
And a pillow to rest ...
So when I am on her ...
Body and soul ...
All then I need ....
Is a fishing pole...
Written By
Dennis Gilchrist
Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 12:10 PM UTC
A gift from God
A gift from God ......she's meant to be
A precious present...... sent to me
An Angel from ..... the Stars above
A wonderous soul .... so filled with love
A love I know ..... will not forsake
But always give ..... and never take
Such wisdom in ..... her eyes I see
But ... the heart of a child .....so filled with glee
In my thoughts ..... she'll always stay
Whether near ..... or far away
I love her so very much...... you see
This angel sent ..... from God to me
My precious child, ...... whose name is Bri
Written by Crampaw
Dedicated to Briana
Dennis Gilchrist
copyright 2005
Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC