My Poetry And Prose-Page 6
Here is a collection of my poetry and prose writings that I have written over the years. Most of my writings were created and composed in my youth.
(269) Be My Valentine
Won't you be my Valentine?
Won't you be my Valentine?
Won't you be my Valentine?
(270) Two Hearts
Two hearts, who in love abide,
Two hearts, who alone will sigh,
Two hearts, who found each other,
(271) True Love
True love is sometimes granted,
Some people think it is a myth,
There is much I do not understand,
(272) In Your Eyes
In your eyes I see,
The wonder of it all,
The light in your eyes,
(273) Soul Mates
In this world of woe and death,
Out of all the multitudes on earth,
Maybe in the scheme of things it is writ,
(274) The Staff Of Perfection
artist of long ago
For years no wood could he
For time kept out of his
shaped it on and on
On the ferrule and the
The material and his art
(275) The Gold Winged Bird
From out of the sky he
There dwelt a little child
The child at the crack of
No one knew what made him
One day he looked in vain,
Next morning it
was the same,
(276) The Heavy Laden Burro
Along a steep
Up and up the
He heaved with all his
Under the noon sun he
Worthy creature that he
(277) The Flower And The Honey Bee
was the fairest blue,
And here there came a honey
But not pain did the flower
Alone the flower in the
(278) The Snow White Dove And The Sleeping Fawn
Over and over the snow white
The dove 'til the daylight
hours were gone
leaving the fawn for her own
gentle scene those two in the
(279) A Few Thoughts
Finally we come down to just a few thoughts. Pride, contempt, honor, and pleasure all evaporate away, and what is left is a butterfly fluttering over green fields. Fear, hatred, anger all condense into nothingness, but dewdrops on a rose's petal last. Wanting, longing, needing pass from sight, while bluebirds sing and pass eternally before the mind's eye.
On a twig in May are the happiest thoughts of life. Ill has no power to harm a heart where crickets and frogs serenade in recollections each night. Woe and grief lose their power when the wind and rain of a thousand blessed showers returns to sedate the mind.
I have loved some things, and that cannot be taken from me. The past has had some precious moments for me. I remember mornings in spring when fragrance, warmth, and beauty was everywhere. Then I cared, felt, and I most surely loved. I remember summer evenings just before dark, and the quiet settling over me. These memories can never be lost regardless of what happens in the future. Surely nothing can block out those good thoughts. That is all I have, a few dear memories, that is all I really own, all I really am.
(280) Special Days
Our heart yearns to explore, to reach out and communicate, and to find something to love and believe. We need something to reach out for even if only a straw. There are days we seem to have the whole world right there in our hand, and our thoughts go wild with hope ringing from every word, and happiness is in every smile. Then on the other hand there are days that are just plain empty.
There are days of sunshine when faith breathes in our heart. There are days that sweep us right off our feet into those billowy white clouds, and we forget the objectors until our feet touch terra firma again. There are days that come with a sweetness we cannot define, and whisper music in our ears. Life is all a sham except for on some special days when we remember to believe.
(281) The Moonlight
Otherworldly images in
Clouds across the moon
Shadows fall all
(282) Divine Regret
Often there comes to one
Bordering near the
Is it past
If regret it seems
(283) The Goldfinch
The goldfinch bathed in a cool stream, a being too fair for reality, and more appropriate for dreams and music. Vivid yellow and black, the goldfinch seemed to glow in that water. Then it flew to a nearby limb scattering water droplets as it went.
The goldfinch burst into sweet song from that perch; song that one expects to come from a creature so brightly marked. It was no larger than the elm leaves at its side, a tiny bundle of cheer.
Hastily I turned from that too lovely being, for here was beauty beyond anything I had ever experienced in my own life, and it made me feel sad and alone. Here was proof of how wondrous life can be, and I was reminded of my lack of faith.
(284) From The Way That I Think
realize the power of my thought
can create heaven before me,
make myself happy or sad,
I cannot blame
anyone at all
Springtime is a movement. It is a thing that must be, like the sun must shine and the rain must fall. Indeed, it comes in spite of all. Spring comes in spite of wars and deaths, in spite of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, and in spite of social unrest and upheavals.
It comes beautifully, serenely, and simply like it always has and it always will. Regardless of what happens in our personal lives, the ups and downs, the disappointments, the fears, the doubts, the loss of loved ones, our illnesses, our heartaches, and the changes in our lives, spring always comes again, and not one whit changed. Spring is always youthful, jovial, and fresh each time around.
The chief contention of spring is that there is something better. In springtime we look over our condition and perceive there is room for improvement, and because everything is so bright and cheerful we really believe we can accomplish it. As the twigs put on new buds, we too reach out in new directions with new life.
It is a time of awakening and quickening, when life is prodded into action once again. All those hopes and dreams we had put to rest are revived. Pleasant thoughts flit across our mind more often, making inroads through the bramble and tangle of last winter's despondency and desperation. In spite of ourself we take on the season's face, and our heart stirs with happiness. The ice is melted in the pond, and the dormant fields bloom once more.
I can never seem to get over my fascination at the effect the spring warmth has upon living things. Suddenly the sap rises in the trees and the insect becomes animate. Remarkable changes occur, as myriads of colors meet the eye, and multifarious sounds serenade the ear.
The bare forms and outlines are decorated in an infinite variety of ways. The shapes of bushes, trees, and vines take on such rich modifications as to overwhelm the senses and try the imagination. Before our very eyes the transformation accrues as accretion upon accretion of green luxuriously entwines the world in the springtime.
(286) Easter Egg Hunting
An Easter Egg hunting we will go,
There's an egg hidden over there.
(287) The Easter Flowers
The tulips, crocuses, and daffodils,
It's Easter, and the spring is here,
The bright, cheerful Easter flowers,
(288) Easter Sunrise
Easter sunrise is so bright,
Freed from the prison of sin,
As the Resurrection we celebrate,
(289) Jesus Died For Me
Jesus died for me at Calvary,
Jesus also died for you,
Jesus died and on the third day,
(290) Wild Geese Flying
I hear the far off sound,
to be with them and soar,
But I must stay and dream
In the dimming light of evening, the grass already slightly moist with dew, it is my pleasure to stroll. I say stroll, because I'm not going anywhere in particularat such times, but just strolling along enjoying the coolness and the quietness of the evening.
It is difficult to imagine anything wrong with the world at eveningtime. Turmoil and strife seem as far away then as those first tiny specks of light, the stars, which begin to dot the evening sky.
We are granted a brief respite in the evening from those cares and worries which weigh us down by day, and sometimes plague us in the night.
(292) Coming To The Light
We only come to the light,
With love as our guide,
Love is blessed charity,
If we love God's only son,
(293) Positive Thoughts
I'll not pretend I know the key to happiness, but I think one can go a long way toward finding that key by thinking positive thoughts. It's not so easy to do. Negative thoughts seem more persistent and pervasive. Positive thoughts demand a lot of faith, and more will power.
The best side of life is the brighter side, but getting there can be an arduous task. The rewards however are worth it. Dark thoughts, thinking the worst, usually makes things worse than they really are.
A turn of our mind is all it takes to make the world seem a more cheerful place. Right in our mind is the key to happiness. All we need are positive thoughts. There is always a silver lining somewhere in everything that happens to us. We just have to find it.
We get into this bad habit of thinking negatively, of expecting the worst, and it's hard to change. Negative thoughts are the rust that destroys us. They secrete the acids and cause the ulcers, the hypertension, the jittery nerves, and gray hairs.
Positive thoughts are the healing balm, the salve that saves us from ourselves. They are the health of the body and soul. It really is a simple matter to think positively, and so much better for us and everyone around us. Just think how wonderful our life and the whole world would be if everyone thought positive thoughts.
(294) The Spark of Creativity
Each of us has within himself or herself this spark of creativity. It may take many forms. Sometimes the spark lies dormant, and may never be fanned to flame. The inspiration to create is as mysterious and unfathomable as the creativity itself.
For some creativity may be a continuous, passionate, burning flame, while for others it may be only a barely glowing ember occasionally flaring into flame. For some creativity is an enjoyable pastime and adjunct to life, while for others creativity is their life.
The creation of a plan or idea of benefit at work or home, the creation of a building or a city, a garden or crop, a cradle or chair, a shoe or sock, a quilt or sweater, a machine or other invention, an organization or a business, a family, a church, a society, or a government, is just as much a part of the creative process as the creation of a novel or painting or other work of art. All come about as the result of the spark of creativity, and are fanned to flame by inspiration, and to fruition by dedication, hard work, and desire.
(295) The Amazing Stars
The stars, the amazing stars,
Thus the awe they emit,
(296) A Melody
There's a melody,
Happy birds in the trees,
Happy clouds flying by,
Happiness all around,
The leaves all a twirling,
There's something in the air,
(297) May Flies
All of us are little May Flies living our fleeting day. May Flies are lttle insects that emerge on a warm day in May and live and fly about only one brief day and then they die. They only have that one day in spring, that one exquisite day, and then they are gone.
They experience the wonder of it all, fly about in the noonday sun, happy no doubt, and perhaps secure in the illusion that their glorious life will go on. They go dancing in the wind, a day, their whole lifetime dancing in the wind, and then comes the night.
Undaunted and unaware of the brevity of their existence the May Flies remain vivacious until the end. For all creatures there comes an end, and for some like the May Flies life is but a day. May Flies have their day as surely as all who live have their day.
(298) And When No Rain Does Fall
And when no rain does fall,
And when no smile does beam,
And when no peace is near,
And when no song does ring,
And when no more we see,
(299) The Search For Truth
What we all search for, even though many do not know they are doing so, is truth. Whether in religion, books, conversation, words, relationships, our work, the countryside, or within our individual soul, we seine for truth as long as we have any semblance of consciousness.
While it may seem we are seeking pleasure or happiness, actually the primal desire to realize the truth is the subtile motivation behind all our actions. In every life situation we hope subconsciously to break through the facade and the seeming, to tear away the cobwebs from our eyes, to pierce the veil and see the visage of pure, unadulterated truth.
We think that perhaps today we will finally discover that certain something. But today passes, and a whole flock of days, and we grow more and more disappointed. Nothing quite measures up. We expect so much, but we reap so little. In the morning we throb with hope, however evening often finds us drained of hope and once again disenchanted with life.
Often in our life people never quite react to us as we wish, our work never quite satisfies us, our life never quite suits us, and our moments do not yield us the enjoyment we desire and expect.
We attempt to snare and scrutinize the truth that we want to gather from life. We try to hold it securely for one good look in the ever rushing stream of life.
In the Bible Jesus says in John 8:32 "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
Give me a place free of fear,
Where the eye beholds beauty,
Quietly dwelling day by day,
(301) The Mysterious Wind
The wind is an old friend I hear calling to me. From out of the night the wind beckons me, and breathes wondrous notions into my head. I never feel so alone as when there is no wind. The wind calms my fears, allays my sense of despair, and pleads with me to continue my quest and not to lose the precious hope so easily lost.
The wind comforts me, cools and soothes my brow, and stirs my soul. The wind rises and falls like magic, comes from who knows where, and goes to who knows where. The wind has long been my inspiration.
The wind carries the breath of the living, the very essence of life borne through the air, as it glides over the hilltops and into the valleys, refreshing and reviving all it touches. There is no song as beautiful as the song the wind makes. The wail of the wind is an ancient melody.
The wind is a powerful force, and when unleashed in a storm can reach an extraordinary magnitude. Usually the wind just whispers, but occasionally it roars with a fury revealing a devastating power.
The wind suggests the spiritual, seeming to flow from an omnipotent source, and to come and go in league with some eerie mystery. There is nothing more uncanny than a sudden gust of wind, seemingly coming from nowhere, and picking up leaves and tossing them about like an invisible spirit.
On a dark stormy night the howling wind epitomizes a being in agony, moaning its sadness to the world. The wind like the hand of a giant bends the trees, flings the leaves and dust high into the air, and speeds the clouds across the sky. In the fury of a blizzard the wind seems a reckless monster flinging the snow in all directions without ceasing. However on a hot summer day the wind seems like an angel bathing our face with coolness.
(302) Death Of A little Calf
One day along a pasture
The sky was blue and
spring was nigh,
When up a small rise we three
The little one was breathing
Upon the ground it fought for
last the calf could heave no
Now, many years have past,
(303) Caring For Others
We must be aware and care about the needs and the suffering of others. I mean if we are not aware and do not care then there is something wrong. Humane beings must help bear the burdens of others. Imagine how wonderful the world could be if each person looked upon another person's troubles as their own, and sought with all their strength and ability to help another.
If we are fortunate enough to have food, shelter, health, friends, and family then we should be very thankful and thank our blessings. Perhaps if we are so blessed we donot see the need to help those who are destitute and bereft of those blessings we enjoy. But I grant you if we were on the other side of the fence and were destitute and without food, shelter, health, friends, family, or anyone who cared about us, then we would understand the need to help those less fortunate.
Great love is needed in this world of ours to avert the many tragedies certain to occur without it. People must care for other people.
(304) A Peaceful Valley
In a valley I should choose to live,
A valley far from noise and hurry,
Discord would be a thing of the past,
(305) The Muskrat
It's fairly obvious the muskrat is happy. Diving in the water, swimming effortlessly here and there, he seems a carefree soul. One moment he's nibbling on a blade of grass, then plunging into the water his mouth filled with a bouquet of grass, as he dives headfirst into his home in the bank.
The muskrat appears oblivious of all around him, and goes about his business as if the world were his and he had as much right in it as anyone else. A calmness seems to prevail with the muskrat, as he never seems to worry, but acts as if he always has things well in hand. At swimming he is an expert. His hind legs propel him along with their long easy strokes, while his chin sets on the surface of the water, gently breaking the water like a bow.
His ancestors where here before mine, and staked their claim long before mine ever set foot on this continent. Therefore I suppose he has as much right, if not more right to that water hole than I have.
Water, our life you
Be it a flower or the grass,
fish that do swim,
Farmers with their crops of
(307) In Loving Memory
been a year,
The days without you
Now you are at rest,
look forward to seeing you again,
(308) Let The Sunshine In
One has only to open a window and pull up the shade to brighten up their world by letting the sunlight and fresh air into a room. What a wonderful thing the sunshine is. How it brightens our world. The sunlight makes everything glow in its heavenly light. It lights up the darkest corners of a room, and takes away the musty odors and dankness in the air. The sunlight makes everything fresh and bright.
What a pity all the free sunlight going to waste while people are wont to spend their days in their dark rooms. It is like refusing love when it is given. There are rooms that have not had sunlight in them for many years. There are dark rooms locked away in our hearts as well. They need to be opened up and bathed in heavenly sunlight also.
Sometimes our homes and our hearts become to moldy and stuffy. There are too many closed doors and dark rooms in our world. It is time to let the warm sunlight and fresh air in. It is time brighten the dark rooms, and bathe in God's heavenly sunlight.
(309) A Magic Word
There is a word, a magic
every land it may be heard,
Listen if you
will now my friend,
There is a word, a magic
A good night's sleep brightens the world considerably. Sleep is a great healer of a troubled mind. What we were unable to solve or overcome the night before, we wake up with the confidence to handle with ease.
Sleep renews our faculties, and restores the vital rhythm of our body and mind. Sleep removes gently and imperceptively the cobwebs of worry and fear which attach to our thoughts after a long and tiring day. Sleep relaxs the tense nerves, calms the turmoil of living, and inspires us for one more day.
Sleep cleanses us of our sins, and we wake up in the morning oblivious of the cares of yesterday, our woes and foolish errors all but forgotten. To be honest sleep does not always erase all those distresses of yesterday, but it does usually lessen their intensity.
How prone are we to despair when we lack a little sleep, and how irritable and unreasonable we become when we are tired. Fatigue tends to bring out our worst side, and causes us to be less able to meet and resolve life's situations. But one good night's sleep prepares us to face the world again.
Our aspirations, our hopes, and our dreams are restored by the magic of sleep, and peace, that wonderful gift once again rests above our brow. Strength of purpose is enhanced by sleep, and he who wavered yesterday from weariness is steadfast today as a result of the miracle of sleep.
There is no describing the change wrought by a restful night's sleep. It causes one who despaired of life the night before to awaken in love with life, the sorrowful one to awaken with peace, and with faith in the future, to breathe the air with delight once again, and for a short time at least before the cares of the new day shackle one, to find a certain happiness and glory in life.
Truly sleep is one of the greatest blessings of life. If every moment could be a waking moment life would be a beautiful and happy experience.
(311) What Do I Know?
I know very little,
I know that I breathe,
I know there are rivers and seas,
(312) Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time,
Once upon a time,
Once upon a time,
(313) Childhood Memories
When I was a small boy on the farm I used to enjoy climbing the hill above our farmhouse and sitting and looking out over the valley below. I could see the distant hills on all sides. I would look up in the sky and watch the white clouds drift by. I sometimes imagined I could see shapes in the clouds. I saw faces, animals, ships, and all kinds of shapes form there in the clouds. I also liked to watch approaching thunderstorms from my hillside vantage point. I could see the lightening flashing in the distance and hear the rumbling sounds of distant thunder.
From my hillside I loved to listen to the sounds in my little corner of the world. My youthful ears listened with delight to the wind blowing through the trees and rustling the leaves and the stirring of the grass as the wind passed over, and delighted in the sound of birds singing in the distance and the low hum of the insects. I can remember the pleasant sounds of our farm animals, the chickens clucking contentedly, the cows lowing in the pasture, the grunting and occasional squealing of the pigs. Sometimes my little cat or dog would follow me and sit beside me there on the hillside. The purring of my cat was a comforting sound, and my little dog would wag his tail and whine for me to pet him.
It was also my fondest enjoyment to go play in the little stream that flowed near our farmhouse. The little stream always held a world of fascination for a small child such as myself. There were many wonderful things to do there and many fascinating creatures who inhabited the little stream awaiting my investigation. Foremost among the remarkable and fascinating creatures who called the little stream home were frogs, and little crawfish, minnows, strange looking little bugs and critters that never ceased to absorb and engross my childhood interest. I would spend countless hours in rapt fascination observing them.
I used to be enchanted in watching all the wonderful little inhabitants of the stream. In particular I recall one species of water creature, a spidery little critter which I believe is called a water strider. They race across the top of the water with long skinny spidery legs that act as oars. Sometimes they would climb on one another's back and ride piggy-back. I was entranced by them. I suppose most people wouldn't even notice them, but a small child notices little things older people often overlook. Especially if that child is a lonely little child who has no other children to play with and must find playmates among the animals and creatures and invent little games to play. Sometimes I also took my mother's clothespins and raced them in the stream, and other times I built little dams.
When I think back over the years I can almost hear the little stream gurgling over the rocks, and smell the freshness of the water, and feel the tingling coldness of it. Sometimes I wish I could go back there just for a day and be that little boy again.
People pass by us throughout our life, but do we ever stop to consider that they have heartaches? Yes, life can be hard for people. That one you see with downcast eyes and forlorn look, who knows what mournful story might be his part? Perhaps if the book from each mortal heart could be opened and read, it would be filled with sorrow too great for mortal eyes.
Life is an endless succession of heartaches, of sadness and sorrow. There is the sadness at the loss of loved ones. There is the sadness of illness and disease, of disability and weakness. There is the sorrow of missed opportunities and failures. There is the sadness of lost friendships and misunderstandings. There are the sad memories of being hurt by the cruelty and insults of thoughtless and uncaring people.
Each person is subjected at some time in their life to the horrible and dreadful. There is sadness enough in just one human heart to fill the urn of sorrow for us all. That person you see smiling and laughing cheerfully and happily may be the most sad of all. Many people hide behind a cheerful contenance heartbreaking sadness. Sorrow fills the heart of many whom we pass in life and often we are not aware of it.
(315) Friends and Friendship
The heart quite naturally reaches out to other people. Try as one will to suppress this need, this instinctive groping for companionship, the longing to be a friend and to have friends cannot be suppressed. An emptiness, a feeling of not fulfilling a fundamental purpose of life comes over the person who fails to find a certain affinity with other people.
Happiness never seems complete unless there is someone to share it. Accomplishment, honor, victory become meaningless without someone to praise and share in one's triumph. Indeed life itself would become a toil, a burden, if there were no one to share its joys as well as its heartaches.
It is friendship which so thrills a human being, and gives meaning to life and purpose to our labor. A friend makes glorious the inglorious, and makes enchanting the dull and commonplace. A friend makes joy more joyful and lasting, and makes sorrow bearable. A friend turns darkness into sunshine, and gives even the eyes of the aged a glow. Just by being present a friend brings warmth, a newness of life, the freshness of spring.
Who could sweat and toil under a weary life without someone dear to spur him on? To find friendship is to climb the pinnacle of human existence, to reach the ultimate in understanding and fulfillment, and to discover that wonderland in which all agree that friendship is the one of the greatest blessings of life.
(316) Forgiveness Is Divine
Our salvation lies in our ability to forgive. The pain of having hatred and animosity toward someone is much like a physical pain. It lasts and lasts, and will not let us sleep at night or think of anything else. Forgiveness lifts that weight from us. Forgiveness lifts that great burden from our heart.
Forgiveness is indeed divine. Forgiveness is a step forward, and no one makes that step without growing spiritually and gaining some stature as a human being. There are few things on this earth more wonderful than forgiveness. There are few acts a person may do which are more benevolent and unselfish, which are more divine and more Christlike than the act of forgiveness.
Jesus says in the Bible in Matthew 6: 14-15-"For if ye forgive men their trespasses your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses."
(317) We Are Thought
A human being is more than their physical body. We are the existence of thought which ascribes to our body living functions, thought which moves our limbs and speaks, thought which sees and hears and relates to our world, thought which understands ourself to be.
The thought is divine. The thought comes from God the source of our being. The thought is eternal. The thought is the original idea of being of which we all share. It is the thought that we are that moves us. This thought cannot be chemically instilled, but must be spiritually instilled.
This network of bones, veins, and nerves is no more who we are than the dust at our feet. We are thought and as such we cannot totally know ourself, cannot perceive our beginning or end. This flesh and blood is not the true us, for we cannot be seen or felt.
The real us cannot be understood, cannot be limited, cannot be enclosed in a body. We are thought, and thought knows no bounds. These hands and these feet are not really us, because in thought we live and move. We touch the stars and walk in dreams without the aid of hands and feet.
These eyes and these ears are not who we are. We are as formless as the ether, as expansive as the universe.
(318) The Cheerful Wren
The cheerful song of the wren
The sun seemed more bright,
How could such a tiny bird,
(319) Giving Up
I wrote the book on giving up. Take the easy way out. Give up! Only let me tell you it's not an easy way. Back down, pull away, and end up in oblivion. "I can't win", that's all you have to say, and I guarantee you that you won't win. You won't even be in the game.
If you make up your mind that you are going to lose, then you are well on your way to losing. No goal is ever reached by giving up. There is something about life that must constantly be affirmed. It will not stand for giving up. You have got a fight on your hands if you decide to give up, because that substance called life within you is going to battle for that life every inch of the way.
When you give up your not fighting anybody else, you are fighting yourself. If that giving up power wins the battle within you, then you destroy yourself. It begins slowly, almost unnoticed, you give up doing some little thing, then something else, and gradually you have no will power to stand firm on anything. We are given life, and this life imposes few obligations upon us beyond this one, which is not to give up.
(320) My New Year's Resolutions
I resolve to be kinder in the New Year,
I resolve to help more those in need,
I resolve to be less obstinate if I can,
(321) New Year's Come And Go
New Year's come and go,
When I was a little child,
So much has come and gone,
(322) Ring The New Year In
Ring the new year in,
Thus as the old year passes away,
So here's to the new year,
(323) New Year Hope
Hope for world peace without fail,
Hope for kindness to spread,
Hope goodness will evil overcome,