The Following Are a Few of My Poems
Despair
The deep, dark pit
holds me tight,
Though my arms fight
with all my might.
Its pitchy blackness
filled with gloom,
Every hour
spreading doom.
On and on I try to flee,
Knowing well, It’s not to be…
Chancing on a Dead Bird
Having answered the urgent beckoning,
still dressed in your formal attire.
You left society
and took the long road home.
Your eye speaks how,
now, you see life’s meaning.
The answer must be
finally clear,
Speak up! Speak up!
The world wants to hear.
Those Special Hours
The magic begins
as the sun bids farewell to the day.
Work is done.
A hush creeps over the world.
Peach in the sky
turns pale, to dark blue,
then fades to black.
Stars begin to awaken from their daily nap.
They blink and rub sleep from their eyes
as night birds begin their lullabies.
The moon slowly shows her face.
These special hours.
Time to be still.
Reflect on work well done.
Treasure family and friends.
Remember many good times
and count life’s blessings.
Sadly,
all too soon,
before the counting comes to a close,
the Sandman returns for his nightly visit.
The Hidden Grotto
Hidden from the world lies a place so divine,
dark and quiet, it heralds peace within.
A place known to
but a chosen few,
its walls laced with delicate ferns
dripping with crystalline dew.
Hear the drops and trickles falling
musically to the stream below.
Deep within its walls
dwell those shadowy few,
nymphs and faeries
and others too.
Naiads, hydriads
and their spirit kind,
lie in serene repose.
Ye blessed visitors
who this place find,
Keep these secrets
so divine.
Beware the Pirate Cove
Beware young and old alike
for the place that is a scary sight.
It’s the pirate’s cove
sure enough, by Jove.
Protected by Sunset Reef,
raiders there will come to grief.
There amongst the shoals
many here have
lost their souls.
Daring ones who venture
there by skiff,
often fail to spy their
shack, under the cliff.
The shack is there
though hard to see.
Tattered and weathered
and leaning alee.
Their fighting ship
is hard to seek,
for its hidden well up
the nearby creek.
Bloodthirsty pirates
ready to take your life,
To poke you or stab you
with their long, sharp knife.
What Wind is For…
A Gentle Breeze
caresses the sea with ripples
A gentle breeze
treats the nose with the scent of perfume.
A gentle breeze
shouts warning of danger to prey animals.
A Light Wind
tickles the sea with wavelets.
A light wind
brings comforting coolness on a summer day.
A light wind
urges us into the protection of a jacket
on a cold fall day.
A light wind
delights children flying kites.
A Strong Wind
fetches up waves on the sea.
A strong wind
makes clouds race across the sky.
A strong wind
urges us to the comforts of home and hearth
A Roaring Wind
builds angry waves upon the sea.
A roaring wind
fells trees in forests and fields.
A roaring wind
tells vivid tales of danger
A Hurricane Wind
raises towering waves upon the sea.
A hurricane wind
sends its watery reach far inland.
A hurricane wind
elicits prayers for safety and succor.
This Is What Wind Is For
