Poetry by Winston

http://sirwally.friendpages.com/

• 
  
  
  JUIN VITICOLE
  
  
  In the spring time through the Forest of Ardennes the Semois River flows
  It is a beatiful green world where time is as slow as the water that seaward goes
  Here in this enchanted land a damsel by chance I was to meet
  The Great War was long in my memory and the vintage from that era was bittersweet
  Hardened by death and stung by life the years had taken their toll
  In the mid of June in the village of Chally` along the Semois shore ,I found my gold
  A lassie that glowed even in the twilight's gleam
  sunsets and moon light dissolved into a pikers dream
  the white wine of the Bordeaux tantalized the buds of our taste smooth as the river ebb
  and as I kissed her neath Venus's shine I was drawn into her webb
  and there I stayed where the grape was oh so sweet
  untill the Reaper piped me from this retreat
  she lives on in solitude by this river so fair
  in this pastoral setting where sadness fills the air
  In mid June a strange ritual by the waters takes its place
  as she cradles the white wine and tears of sorrow caress her face
  the wine in the water did go all but a sip
  and one lonely drop she touched to her lip
  I can drink of this harvest oh no more
  for this vintage is not of my lover's lore
  the silent bells of happiness that rang in our souls is now posterity's din
  and the joy and love we shared on the river Semois shall not pass this way again
  and alas one more tear did she cry
  as the wine of love slowly flowed away,with a broken heart she did die
  
  THE RAIN
  
  
  I listen to the rain outside my door
  and it takes me back when I was poor
  to a little shack out in the country
  where the creeks ran wild and free
  the sky so black and the thunder so loud
  and lighting flashed cloud to cloud
  I always wondered why Thor was so mad
  did he not like this place because it's bad
  now that I am older I think I know
  why with such force his trumpet did blow
  it was with joy what the rain drops would bring
  the first red rose to bloom in the spring
  and the promise from the sky above
  that it would be a symbol of our love
  Thor is silent where I live now
  but the memory lives on somehow
  of those long ago days with Mom And Pop
  as I sit here reminiscing with every rain drop
  I know I was rich even back then
  I had you ,the sky,and the wind
  so may our spirit forever blow free
  like the water to the rose.like you to me
  
  Bill,Brandon And Brad
  
  
  This is a story about three boys
  a dog,a frog,a chicken and their toys
  and last but not least,a big fat rat
  his real name is Tom,friends call him Pat
  the boys are Bill,Bran and Brad
  no girls here,gosh to bad
  the dog is cute and they call him Bullet
  the chicken has one leg,his name is Pullet
  the frog is fun and brings a lot of joy
  kids wanted his name Lee,I call him Roy
  one day we all wanted to take a trip
  Brad liked sailing,so he took a ship
  Bill in a hurry,jumped on his pony
  the ride would be rough cause the back was boney
  the one-leg chicken whose name was Pullet
  was kind of in a frenzy so he jumped on Bullet
  Roy wanted to run but all he could do was hop
  Bran pedaled away on his bike with a "see you later Pop"
  Pat was really concerned because he didn't have a seat
  "the heck with you guys,I am going to stay here and eat"
  Bullet headed out as fast as he could run
  with Pullet, the one-leg chicken " this is going to be fun"
  and yes it was for quite a while
  but the way this ends will make you smile
  Bullet got tired of the chicken on his back and that's how it came to be
  he dropped him off at Colonel Sanders,better known as KFC
  Pullet went inside,looked around and panicked when he heard
  some folks coming through the door saying "man let's have some bird
  Pullet not having a leg to spare
  knew he had to get te heck out of there
  he said "I've had enough of this life on the roam"
  so he called a cab and went back home
  Roy had started hopping down the street,his derriere dragging and he was beat
  "the heck with you,Bill,Bran and Brad, I am a frog,not a toy"
  and as he rode away on the city bus thats the last we seen of Roy
  Bullet had stopped to rest some where way down town
  he said 'man I gotta be careful or I'll end up in the pound"
  about that time he saw Brad coming in a ship up the slough
  "forget about this walking I'm going to sail with you"
  "hey Brad, where are you going with this merry little band"
  "jump aboard Bullet we are going to Disneyland"
  Pullet was back home sipping on a Pepsi when Bran walked through the door
  " let's have some pizza,chicken"he said "I ain't gonna ride that bike no more
  and I guess Roy had gotten over being in a tizzy
  cause in he walked in a pin striped suit with a chick named Lizzy
  went to the fridge and popped open a beer
  chicken grabbed it,poured it down the drain and said"no not in here"
  Pat was in the kitchen eating when they got a call from Bill
  "will sonebody please come get me,this pony can't make it up the hill"
  Roy was busy doing the bunny hop with Lizzy so he said to Pat
  "quit stuffing your face or I'll feed you to the cat"
  "go rent a limo for Bill and quit acting like a rat"
  they pulled up in about an hour or so and then Bill said"where is everybdy else Pullet"
  "well Brad went to Disneyland and he took along Bullet"
  "everyone else is here except the pony and the bird that used to sing"
  "well the bird's gone and I traded in the pony for some fries down at Burger King"
  "let's party " Pat began to mummer
  "this eating alone has really been a bummer"
  so they rocked all through the night
  I wish you could have seen them,man what a sight
  the chicken was doing the twist with one leg in the air
  Pat was still in the kitchen eating with mustard all over his hair
  Roy and Lizzy were hopping all over the place
  Roy tried to kiss her and she slapped him in the face
  Bill was rocking and rolling beating on the drum
  Bran was having a blast while the rat looked dumb
  then Pullet yelled out"hold it down guys,somebody's beating on the house
  and lo and behold,in walked Bullet ,Brad and Mickey Mouse
  back from Disneyland "what a place we have been'
  "but gosh it's good to be back home again'
  "that guy in the kitchen eating like a rat"
  "this here is Pullet and that's my friend Pat
  "over here is frog and of course you know Bullet the dog"
  "these are my brothers,Bill and Bran"
  "they are closer than soup in a can"
  "well Mickey ,what do you say about all of this"
  he replied"Disneyland here is a goodby kiss"
  "I've found a place I really feel home at"
  I'm tired of being a mouse,I wanna be a rat
  "the heck with that park,I wanna live here with you
  "and one more thing ,you guys don't ever have to go there,you're already in a zoo
  this is the story the best I can recall
  most of it is true,some of it a little tall
  someday when they've all grown up and look on way back when
  I hope they will always have make believe in their hearts like they did then
  "
  
  TYLER AND HIS CAT
  
  
  Here is a story about a boy and his cat
  A story of love,fate,destiny and more than that
  Born by the tracks in a patch of weeds on a cold autumn day
  In the latter days of November when the winter winds began to make their way
  A kitten was born doomed to a life in the slums and eating out of a garbage bin
  With his mom and siblings the future looked like a man in a lion's den
  The question was never what we are going to eat but when
  But as fate would have it,they were found by a kind man named Paul
  And he took them in,yes he did,took them in one and all
  Fed them ,cared for them and the future begin to look bright
  Mom was gone now,but it was warm here and we could sleep at night
  What to do with all these kitties became a concern And now the plot thickens as we will learn
  Some nice ladies from the land of the Grove
  Had already adopted a kitty from this unlikely trove
  On the south side where the trains rumble through and their night whistle's blow
  Where life is hard,especially for a kitty you know
  Simba is her name and these kitties are her brothers and sisters albeit the father not the same
  These ladies learned once again of these south side kitties that lived in Stockton town
  One had a little boy who wanted a kitty and she said "oh please bring them around'
  Two were brougt out ,cuddled,kissed and " I like that one ,could you bring him back'
  I will go and home and consult with Dad
  This would be a great Christmas present for our little lad
  I will use my feminine wiles and ways you know
  And getting this kitty will be like the sunshine melting the snow
  The little fur ball came back the next day
  Not for just a visit but this time to stay
  Now the mystery deepens and we will never know why
  Come Monday morn the remaining have vanished like the night leaving the sky
  Though we know not why and it makes us sad
  One little kitty made it and for that we are glad
  For a wonderful thing happened on that Christmas morn
  And it was like peas in a pod or ears on corn
  I was meant to be with you since I was born
  I could have been a chicken,goat or ducky
  But destiny brought me to you Tyler and so aptly you named me,I am indeed LUCKY
  
  
  BANE OF THE EARTH
  
  
  A gun metal grey sky looms over a blackened Earth
  As I stare listlessly and wonder was it all worth
  The price we paid in blood and generations yet to be
  All in the name of democracy and wanting to be free
  My heart is pounding and my mind is in a whirl
  I think back to the time that you were my girl
  I guess there are a million stars in Heaven and they are all common place
  But you were mine alone and I can still see your face
  Your smile,that twinkle in your eye and that feeling of peace when I was with you
  All those fun and happy things we used to do
  You were my star know not I the reason or rhyme
  That kept me going through this perilous time
  As I lie down and my sun sets forever in the west
  I die happy because you were the one I loved best
  Wars come and go and we never learn
  Till to late the lover's discern
  The debt is too much to pay
  And the Earth never forgives a gunmetal day
  
  THE VALLEY OF METAPHOR
  
  Beneath a cragginess wall through a forest divine
  I dissolved and emerged and saw a sign
  A white wolf's siren song echoed in my mind
  As the winds of darkness sought out their find
  The gargoyle eagles stirred on their perch
  The garotte's melody resonated around the golden birch
  Behold a white steed with the face of Venus
  Separated the ice and fire between us
  On a winged mount into the river's divide
  A frozen goddess whose tears never dried
  The smile stil upon her face
  The sepulcher silently awaits her place
  But the fires of Hades never quell
  The stone cold heart where lovers dwell
  Seraphic breezes fill the air
  The winds of eternity lay the soul bare
  Recompense me oh my love and escape the fate the brave only dare
  Come fly away with me
  From this darkness flee
  Day is dark and night is light
  Our journey begins on that endless flight
  A page of Life's book as we close the door
  And look one last time upon the Valley of Methaphor
  
  
  The Legend Of The Gull
  
  God made the gull to fly over the sea
  And he took a little lonely and put it in him
  For all those sad times
  You would be away from me
  Now you have gone and I am all alone
  With only the sea for my grief to atone
  I am now the gull destined forever more
  To live in sorrow on these distant shores
  I don't know if this story of the gull is true
  But the next time you see one
  Maybe it's your lost love searching for you
  
  
  Annie Doesn't Live Here Anymore
  
  Here I stand in front of the old house with the broken down door
  A twinge of sadness fills the air as a long ago memory whispers "Annie doesn't live here anymore"
  I see the oak tree in the yard out back by the flower garden where the birds used to sing
  And try to remember how many times Annie and I rode that old tire swing
  The tree is almost dead now and the tire lies on the ground
  The silence is deafening as I make my way around
  To the little creek we used to swim in and the crayfish abound
  Where days were hours and the sun never went down
  The baby fawn we fed by dusk's closing light And the millions of stars we counted on a moonless night
  The time you ran away and I thought you would never come back home
  But you did and you promised me never again would you roam
  We climbed every rock and hill untill winter's fall
  But in a faraway land things were amiss and I answered my country's call
  Now after years of Hell I stand again under the old oak tree
  And think once again of Annie and me
  As I walk slowly away it all seems so sad
  For you see,Annie never existed,she was the love I never had
  
  
  The Blue Eyed Cat And The Red Barn Owl
  
  They were the best of friends
  They were the best of pals
  The blue eyed cat
  And the red barn owl
  One slept at day
  The other at night
  They both knew wrong
  They both knew right
  How this friendship came to be
  Is still a mystery to me
  But I will tell you what I know
  Perhaps some truth it will show
  When the blue eyed cat was just a lad
  The owl saved his life
  When he could have been had
  Attacked by a rat in the gloom of night
  To slow to run,to little to fight
  From out of nowhere a swish was heard
  The rat was dead,thanks to that bird
  His talons sank deep and off he flew
  He had saved his little friend,this he knew
  I will repay you someday said the cat
  Don't worry about it said the owl
  Friends are for things like that
  The cat would play while the owl would sleep
  When darkness fell
  An eye on his friend he would keep
  I don't remember the day
  Somewhere around the last of May
  When upon a trap the cat did chance
  Its jaws poised like a lance
  It was dark and the cat could not see
  Death lurking,but it was not to be
  From out of nowhere a swish again was heard
  The cat was saved but dead would be the bird
  He had set that trap of steel
  And in doing so did reveal
  How much he had loved his friend
  The one he had known since way back then
  As he lay dying
  The cat was crying
  Don't be sad my friend the cat
  Was the last words he uttered
  Friends are for things like that
  Nothing would be the same from that day on His one true pal,the owl was gone
  I've told the story and I hope I have told it right
  About the best of pals
  The blue eyed cat and the red barn owl
  
  
  THE DEVIL'S TOWER
  
  
  Out of the plains of northeastern Wyoming a sentinel stands
  A monument to a time long ago when the Indians roamed these lands
  Rising from the forest-patched hills and grassland flower
  Stands a testament to the ages,The Devil's Tower
  But before it was so named and the Indians were free
  This monolith was called Mateo Tepee
  Meaning Grizzly Bear Lodge which was just a stone
  And how it came to be is a story that is almost gone
  The Kiowas lived here many years ago
  Through searing summers and winters snow Seven little maidens in the spring climbed this rock without a care
  Little knowing their lives were to be changed forever by the great Grizzly Bear
  The Great Spirit grew this rock to be the mighty Devil's Tower
  And saved the maidens that day from the Grizzly's power
  Today in the fluted rock formations you can still see the marks left by the claw
  But what happened to the maidens after they escaped his paw
  They were borne into eternity these lovely Indian ladies
  And you see them now as the seven stars of the Pleiades
  So stand tall oh tower of strife
  And thank these maidens for giving you life
  When we see you and ask the question why
  The stars of the Pleiades twinkle in the sky
  
  A Lover's Lament
  
  Love is like the seasons,the rose and the cycles of the moon
  It has a beginning,it shines bright and ends oh so soon
  I first met you in the cold of winter's snow
  I loved you at first sight and thought it would always be so
  We wed in the springtime of our youth when the roses grow
  And like the rose you burst forth in all your glory
  Just like a princess in a picture book story
  The moon has waned,the rose has died and it is winter once again
  The lover laments " Oh why can't it be like it was then"
  But you and I know it is the nature of human kind
  We always love with the heart and not the mind
  So don't be so sad when love is gone away
  Like the rose it will bloom again another day
  Like the moon it will brighten another night
  The seasons come and go amidst the lover's plight
  Don't ever say you won't love again because you just might
  
  
  THE DEMISE OF DEMOSTHENES
  
  
  The descanting Desiree dreams no longer of me
  And the monamanic triangle deepens in mystery
  The master tends his grapes as on the vine they grow
  And the wine of Demosthenes reap the vintage they sow
  The Venetian sun shines on the Norse shore As the reptilian enters Desiree's door
  The nymph smiles as the harvest is near
  The voice of Demosthenes is just a whisper I fear
  The viking ship vanishes in the night
  As the winepress brings her fruit to light
  The sword of Damocles hangs over his head As Danaus's daughter slithers into bed
  The mast and timbers lie upon the reef
  The apocalyptic vision now bears his grief
  Now Danaid's poison is the daggar I knew
  Desiree makes this allegorical dream come true
  The sieve which once made the juices divine Cannot hold the water in Hades mine
  And though I still love you like the wine so dear
  The demise of Demosthenes looms near
  On a Sicilian Isle the Mediterranean breezes blow
  Across the vineyards we used to know
  I hear the voice of Demosthenes somewhere in time
  And though gone, Desiree will always be mine
  
  
  a` perte de vue
  
  
  The billowing clouds foretold our fate
  As homeward we sailed toward Heaven's gate
  The angry sea had changed its song
  And of the predator and the prey something was wrong
  The fish in the hold had nothing now to fear
  But the men on the Ardenelle knew the end was near
  Their voyage had plied bounty from the ocean deep
  The crashing waves now were the god of the lives to keep
  The captain was the first to go
  Screaming and thrashing into the depths below
  As the Ardenelle listed helplessly on her side
  A journey ended and a dream died
  In a fishing village by the Atlantic sea
  Little Nelle says "Daddy come home to me"
  "For it is so dark and stormy outside
  And the waves so big,can the Ardenelle ride"
  John Arden was born in Boston in eighteen-fifty two
  A third generation deck hand who dreamed of having his own crew
  And with his wife Elizabeth through the years did well
  Soon will come the time the fish will be mine to sell
  The day his beloved daughter Nelle was born
  He finally had his own boat though sails tattered and torn
  And in a joy he could not quell
  He named it the Ardenelle
  For our family name oh so proud
  And our daughter who Heaven allowed
  Nelle often went with her Dad on his fishing quest
  Those were the times she remembered and loved the best
  The red morning sky and the sea so peaceful and calm
  An inspiration to the soul these waters balm
  The night is done and the sea is quiet once more
  She scans the horizion from this distant shore
  And through the trough of a gentle swell
  Looms Daddy's boat,the Ardenelle
  But closer it never comes to me
  It is out there. far as the eye can see
  An old woman sits among the boats by the fishing bay
  "My good woman,why are you here every lonely day
  Through the cold and the gloom
  Through the wind and storms that loom"
  Sadly she spoke"as long as there is a me
  The Ardenelle will never be free
  She sails these seas every day
  And here I await to show her the way
  But I know that long ago she met her fate
  When I was just a little girl she sailed through Heaven's gate
  But I can't let go, no matter how hard I try to let it be
  Because she is out there on the horizion as far as the eye can see"
  Nelle died last week and as they laid her to rest
  The sun broke through the clouds ending her life long quest
  She is now on the Ardenelle and I know it just can't be
  Do these eyes deceive or fool me
  Seaward I gaze beyond the morning haze
  And now on the clearest of days
  The Ardenelle is at long last free
  She has sailed beyond far as the eye can see
  
  
  MY RAINBOW
  
  Once upon a time when the world was very young
  Every one had a purpose and a song to be sung
  In those days souls were divided by two
  One for me and one for you
  There was just so much love we needed a double
  For the good times.the bad times and times of trouble
  As the world grew old and people grew vain
  This flower lost its blossom and began to wane
  The essence of Love was to many just a game
  And one day in the book I saw my name
  I had become cold and cynical just like them
  Loving myself and pleasing my every whim
  The souls given once were twain
  Mine was dying for no Love's rain
  Then a strange and wonderful wind began to blow
  And for what reason I will never know
  The sky began to clear and the flowers began to grow
  And down in the valley where the rivers flow
  Beyond the crested hills lay a beautiful rainbow
  And it never seems to go away
  Even on the cloudy and rainy day
  Because you see we are joined once again by fate
  And the soul that drifted for a million years has finally found its mate
  The body once poisoned by the Devil's dart
  Now has a rainbow that resides in his heart
  No one knows what lies ahead
  A briars patch or lovely rosebed
  And oceans and miles may see us far away
  The rainbow you gave me is here to stay
  
  
  SELADORA
  
  
  My soliloquy with the sea swept the tide rushing in
  And it spoke to me with a roaring din
  Of the long ago time when this story I wrote
  Of the harpsichord maiden's golden note
  On yonder placid shore whose music dries all thine tears
  And the tune is the tide that killed my years
  With the fauna and the flora
  When first I eyed Seladora
  Mystic ile how long must I live
  These tides that once took you to me
  Are now the eddies of Seladora's spell
  Gone are the flowers of the bluebell
  And the gull's cry is forever no more
  Thus ends my story on that distant shore
  The tide ebbs and my journey is done
  Seladora smiles and love has lost her son
  On this solemn ilse in a land remote
  The life I lived Seladora wrote
  
  LOTUS LAND
  
  
  The withered whetstones lay silent testimony to the gems of my memory
  Efferently cast to the lodestone that was the demimondes democracy
  Inhabited on this pulchritudinous Isle
  The dust from yesterday's smile
  Falls silently through my hand
  As the golden orb welcomes me to lotus
  land
  The lilies sang and dance for me
  While the albatrosses fly the sea
  The nomadic stardust that once was mine
  Is now bottled and will no longer shine
  Given to greed by the rich man's heir
  Driven to lotus land where I no longer care
  The lilies are the alchemist of old
  And the lotus fill my mind with gold
  Manumit am I and alone to dream
  The reservoir you filled is but a stream
  And the golden mare's-nest which I so eagerly sought
  Are but grains of the whetstones which you bought
  And scattered into the cosmic world far away
  Banished to lotus land forever I will stay
  Until the lily and the narcissus are in emollient bloom
  Then the stars are my journey from the departed Earth's womb
  And once again we meet and stand hand in hand
  Destined to be part of the cosmos lotus land
  
  KATHY'S STAR
  
  When I was young my grandfather told me a story
  About the stars in Heaven and some of their glory
  He said when you die just to make things right
  God lights a candle in Heaven and this makes a star shine bright
  As I sit tonight with a tear in my eye
  A bright star appears in the late summer sky
  A voice from an angel whispers to me
  This is Kathy's star and it will shine for eternity
  We know you love and miss her so much
  And if only once again we could touch
  The ways of the world are strange and hard to understand
  But be of comfort ,Kathy is in a better land
  And the light you see tonight
  Is the love she holds so tight
  And the lamp of love will never dim
  It will shine forever
  Tonight she belongs to him
  
  Kathy Lynn Schied departed this world August 14th,1987.She was born June 1st,1958.We will always miss her.
  
  
  DOVER
  
  
  The dormat branches yearn for cover
  As the lonely bird watches the lover
  Embrace his sweetheart under snow fields of clover
  The years return to long ago when
  First they met in England's Dover
  Ravaged by war and time it all seems so hollow
  What must he think,the swallow
  Why is he looking so sad
  Is it the cold or a mate he never had
  The wind blows and the branches move
  Paris is great in the springtime,so is the Louvre
  Some of her still lives there
  In city streets fair
  And hideaways rare
  Tree laden paths and morning air
  Snow falls and the bird flys away
  White hides the grave and gray hides the day
  The swept plains diminish my dream
  Fire dying to a fading gleam
  The sweetest voice I have heard
  Is it the grave or the bird
  Is it Paris or Dover
  Or just memories when green was the clover
  Go away swallow
  In pity I wallow
  Go find your mate
  Mine has met her fate
  Go and come back in the spring
  And with your love bring
  Memories of Dover
  Eternal spring,eternal clover
  
  
  GORMAN,TEXAS
  
  
  You must write about your hometown I'm told
  It must be expressive,sweeping and bold
  A place that changed your life and nutured your soul
  To put that little Texas hamlet in your mind is my goal
  A land of sky,sun and field where the peanuts grow
  A row that goes forever with me and my trusty hoe
  Cotton ball clouds that tease the starving grain
  With little tear drops that could have been rain
  Flour-sack shirts and feet without shoes
  Sometime a boy from Gorman had the blues
  Roaming the woods and creeks as a child
  We were like the deer that still run wild
  We had an outdoor pond in every wood
  And on a hot summer day it sure felt good
  Guys like Freddie Burns,CC Reeves and Ray Woodall
  Were always there and never had to call
  Fun was always around the corner anytime of day
  Whether you were hoeing peanuts or hauling hay
  Main street in Gorman would be something Norman Rockwell should paint
  Most of the town is boarded now and the memory is faint
  Then it had Bibby's,Shelly's,the King Theater and Jay's Grocery Store
  Pass Smith Bros,Chevrolet headed back to the school house door
  Back by the old Panter Grill
  Where a coke,a hamburger and the juke box was a thrill
  At the school where the Cubs and Panthers still play
  And some of my favorite teachers whom I remember today
  Ms Buchanan,Ms Gibbs and Ms Wilson back in the younger years
  Got me off to good start and quelled my fears
  Ms Green,our English teacher who gave us a ride in her new Buick the very first day
  And Mr.Hamrick who used to whip me a lot and show me the way
  Coach Byrd must have had some redeeming qualities and you will be the first to tell
  But I haven't come up with any in my little brain cell
  Mr.Worsham taught music or so I think
  I would still like to knock him on his ... and throw him in the drink
  Baze,Baird,Davenport and Ms Crenshaw
  Are some of memory's draw
  Mr.David Goodwin,girl's basketball coach
  I despised you then more than a roach
  Mr.Bramlett,God bless your soul
  I apologize here and now for the misery untold
  I wish I had listened to your wise counsel and the knowledge you imparted
  I would be so much closr to my destiny if only then had I started
  Thanks to Mrs.Reeves who somehow saw a ray of light
  And encouraged me for knowledge to fight
  And though I let you down then
  You will be happy someday when
  I tell you I went back to school
  And now I'm nobody's fool
  To all those teacher's on whom I've ragged and raved
  Thank you all for a soul you've saved
  You weren't there to be a friend
  But as I look down the row and see the end
  A new one starts and another one begins
  Far away in the field I can see Daddy on the tractor pulling the plow
  Mama's down by the barn milking the cow
  Thunder clouds in the distance storm'n
  Just beyond the horizon,my home town,Gorman!
  
  THE ALABASTER CITY
  
  
  Behold an alabaster city beyond the crimson shore
  The wretched disciples of agrarian lore
  Toiling mud dying spirits in the devil's bowl
  A cauldron menagerie of animal souls
  Thy symbolled crest is not thy own
  Bouffant adder thy sins are sown
  The dagger dies another wrong
  As the wind cries in mournful song
  "Oh alabaster city beyond crimson shore
  Why didst thou not open thy golden door"
  In torment are we the horsemen of defeat
  The Reaper sounds the trumpet of retreat
  In the city a light shines bright tonight
  Good has triumphed over the serpent's light
  For its illumination was just a darkness you see
  And only the golden door could make us free The shackles of hell no longer chain
  Thou life of misery is yesteday's refrain
  The fields grow fertile in men's souls divine
  And the alabaster city will forever shine
  
  A POET
  
  
  No honors ever given to man
  Mean anything to me
  They are like the windblown
  And shifting sands
  Hollow and without meaning
  Like the bones of yesterday's gleaning
  The title I hold dear to my heart
  Flows from from the one who gave me my start
  A poet,ah a poet ,no love,no life,a suffering wretch,a soul destined through out the years
  To see the happiness through the tears
  Pin my medal on me
  From some other levity
  Soon I am gone
  No one cares
  The silence hears
  It alone allays my fears
  You have meet the test
  I hold you in my breast
  As you die, GOD and I know it
  You were a poet!
  
  
  And It Shall Blow No More
  
  
  The wind of life blows silent and serene
  Midst my childhood dream
  I little note or revere
  The whispering melody of the bygone year
  The stormy crescendo in my heart would never still
  Though the wind murmured peace through those rocks and rill
  The war in my soul I could never kill
  Till I fall silent at Death's lonely door
  The wind of life shall blow again,nevermore
  
  
  HMS HOOD
  
  THE HOOD
  
  
  In May of 1941 HMS Hood sailed through the channels of Plymouth Sound
  From Devonport Dockyard to a rendezvous with destiny nevermore to be found
  On the 24th of May in that fateful year
  The pride of the British Fleet died and all of England shed a tear
  1400 and more met a watery grave
  By the grace of GOD the sea left 3 to save
  At 0552 AM HMS Hood opened fire on the German battleship Bismarck
  Two minutes later the battle of Denmark Strrait began and the World went dark
  At 0600 the Hood exploded and split in two
  Only three survived out of the entire crew
  On May 26th the carrier Ark Royal launched its Swordfish plane
  With torpedoes from the sky they did reign
  The mosquito stung the giant and without her rudder lost its way
  Adrift and helpless the Bismarck had become the prey
  May 27th saw the Royal ships, King George V
  Norfolk,Dorsetshire, and the Rodney very much alive
  Prepare to meet your Maker today
  The 1400 sailors seemed to say
  2876 shells were fired at Bismarck and 400 found their way
  But the mighty ship refused to die on that fateful day
  The cruiser Dorsetshire stood ready after Admiral Tovey ordered cease fire
  Then came the command and with the firing of 2 torpedoes the Bismarck joined the Hood In the ocean's liar
  Some were rescued and live on today
  Germany and England are friends now
  And I think the men on the Bismarck and Hood would want it that way
  Home is the sailor
  
  DUST
  
  
  Stillness abounds as reality surrounds
  I come back to you one more time
  As the clock sounds the echoing chime
  Measured in thoughts of words that ryhme
  Not in hours or years that have marked my mind
  They live on forever for others to find
  Your destiny was my tomorrow
  And your yesterday was my sorrow
  Words full of love and grace
  Silent in the stillness of space
  And the stars on Earth that today shine
  Are just the remnants of the life that was mine
  
  
  
  TIME PENNIES
  
  
  If pennies were minutes and dimes were hours
  I'd spend them all on a bouquet of flowers
  But time can't buy roses
  And the question money poses
  It cannot give me the days for my garden to grow
  For time can be neither bought or sold
  The sand in the hour glass is really our gold
  And the dollars in our coffers are dead weeds in the cold
  I was born rich with years galore
  I have money now but I am poor
  Make my pennies minutes and my dimes hours
  Give me back the time to grow my flowers
  My money lives on when I depart the Earth
  And the gold in the hourglass turns to the dust I was worth
  
  
  Come
  
  Come and go with me
  Beyond the sea
  To a land I've seen
  Where you were Queen
  Our own little Brigadoon
  Every month is June
  The meadows are full of butterflies
  And the roses on the hill kiss the clear blue skies There you will reign forever and a day
  Come and I'll show you the way
  Just close your eyes real tight
  And wish with all your might
  You will smell the salty air
  A butterfly will caress your hair
  The roses will wave in the wind
  I'll be waiting around the bend
  Come and go with me
  To a land across the sea
  
  
  HANDS
  
  As you pass by for that last farewell
  Hold back the tears for I have a story to tell
  It is not of great deeds or farawy lands
  Snowcapped mountains or desert sands
  But clasped upon my lifeless breast
  Jewels from God's treasure chest
  Touch them one more time before I go
  The music is playing I want you to know
  I hope you and everyone understands
  The journey would have been different without these hands
  Oh these hands that I once held you with
  These hands that created fantasy and myth
  That embraced our baby girl
  That brightened our boy's world
  At the end of a long long day
  On my knees to Heaven I would pray
  Of all the senses that mean so much
  None are sweeter than hands that touch
  A kiss may burn with flames of passion
  But the gentle glow of entwined hands is eternity's fashion
  I thank you for all those joys rare
  And for all those hands that care
  Wiping a tear from a child's eye
  Or soothing a baby's cry
  A million uses for loving and giving
  To make a life worth living
  I can't wait to play in those faraway lands
  Touch me one more time with your loving hands
  
  
  On The Banks Of Galway Bay
  
  
  Oh take me back to Connaught
  Where dreams are sold and bought
  In Western Ireland where the wind has its way
  And a moon like you have never seen on Galway Bay
  I go to this place searching for seeds of my birth
  And I never returned for what it is worth
  The sadness that surrounded my girth
  Is somehow replaced with laughter and mirth
  And the reason why
  Is neither sun or sky
  But they were all part of that day
  When I first met you on the banks of Galway Bay
  It's hard to put into words but I'm going to try
  It's like your life is destined until you die
  And you know you are never going to be famous or rich
  The years go by and it matters not which
  They are all about the same
  In a predestined game
  You struggle and you try
  Babies are born and old people die
  Cynicism was my brand
  Get what you take and take what you can
  I'm really at a loss as what to say
  My life was changed that night on the banks of Galway Bay
  I guess I could blame it on the moon or how you looked that night
  I was always out to get everything I could
  If you got hurt well then maybe you should
  But somehow I didn't feel that way about you
  I looked at your eyes as the wind blew through
  This fool lost his heart what more can I say
  When I kissed you 'neath the moon on the banks of Galway Bay
  It's not about money,prestige,power or worth
  Those things are just folly for the lonely on Earth
  Until you can hold love in your hands and feel it in your heart
  Those material things are like a dart
  A poison arrow in a body that will never grow
  It happened to me and why I'll never know
  Maybe it was just luck of the Irish or a four leaf clover
  A leprechaun,that little Irish elf,that mischievous rover
  Whatever the reason I don't question it I'm proud to say
  I found my Heaven on Earth
  On the Emerald Isle on the banks of Galway Bay
  
  
  
  THE RAVEN
  BY EDGAR ALLEN POE
  
  Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
  While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
  "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this, and nothing more."
  Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
  Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
  For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Nameless here for evermore.
  And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
  So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
  Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more."
  Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
  But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
  That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;- Darkness there, and nothing more.
  Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
  Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
  This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"- Merely this, and nothing more.
  Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
  "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
  Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;- 'Tis the wind and nothing more."
  Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
  In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
  he;
  But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
  Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
  Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
  "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
  Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
  Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
  Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
  For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
  Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore."
  But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
  Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered- Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
  before-
  On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
  Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
  Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
  Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never- nevermore'."
  But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
  door;
  Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
  What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
  This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
  This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
  But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!
  Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
  "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
  Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
  Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
  "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
  Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
  Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
  "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
  By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
  Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
  "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
  "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
  Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
  Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
  And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
  And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
  And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
  And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore!
  by Edgar Allen Poe
  
  Incorporeal
  
  
  Can you imagine the absence of life on Earth
  Where there is no dying or birth
  Of any creature or thing to bring forth living
  No plants,annimals,or trees for giving
  No lichen or moss,no water or streams
  No sky or beautiful sunbeams
  No anything,no existence at all
  No good to strive for or evil to fall
  It was once this way eons ago
  Though it is hard to understand and know
  Then the most wonderful thing occurred
  Earth was born and life was heard
  A great dichotomy came into being
  On this world we were seeing
  Such beauty and goodness we couldn't understand
  So much Love seemed to fill the land
  But from the moment of creation I think
  We were not satisfied just out of the cup to drink
  Thus was born Evil and Good
  And for thousands of years it has stood
  We know not where it ends
  Maybe on each of us it depends
  Perhaps a million acts of collective kindess
  Will equal a evildoers blindess
  The scales are lilting
  On our shoulders rest the tilting
  In that final tug of war
  For whom will you be for
  The only thing easier than doing nothing is being nothing now
  That is so easy like before the world came into being
  It was all dark and there was no seeing
  Now the blind with pure hearts can see
  But is it enough, will we ever be free
  We are so fortunate to be one grain of sand in the hourglass
  To have existed,lived,loved, and cried
  And leave something to our children before we died
  Someday it will all be gone and I can tell
  The Earth is no more,incorporeal
  
  
  
  You Can Do Much Better Than That
  
  
  I was just snot nose kid in the second grade
  I never felt like I had it made
  I was scared of the teacher though I tried my best
  Every day seemed like some kind of test
  I always wondered why I had so many problems and it was so hard to get by
  Everyone else was laughing and inside I would cry
  One day the teacher asked us to draw a picture,that was her command
  I drew a dog,thinking"this is the best I can"
  She went by each student praising their talent galore
  Then she looked at mine and said "Oh,you can do so much more"
  "Your dog looks more like a cat"
  "You can do much better than that"
  Needless to say what little ego I had left me then
  Failure was my twin
  I was scared to death of girls
  Though I did like their curls
  And somehow I knew they were sweet
  Like candy you might eat
  I first fell in love with a girl of ill repute
  I was singing but the world was mute
  No one seemed to care I was in love
  They didn't know this girl was a gentle dove
  "Oh you can do so much more"
  "She is just a hoar"
  " You don't know where you are at"
  "You can do much better than that'
  I knew she was a diamond just waiting for the polish
  But it is so much easier to admonish
  Listen to the chorus sing
  Listen to the words they bring
  Are you listening,can you hear
  The hell with them,another beer
  I guess some one is always judging you
  "Are you USDA prime my dear"
  "Don't answer,the reply I fear"
  "I'll marry you anyway,I guess I love you"
  " I can't draw a stick man or dog"
  " But I love you like the night loves the fog"
  " I know we will make it though the lean times and there will be fat
  "God, gone at last was my life's mantra"
  "You can do so much better than that"
  "I died last night and everybody cried"
  "At the funeral they said how hard I'd tried"
  " I had a good a farewell and everyone went on living"
  "It was done for me,no more taking or giving"
  I had always heard about the Pearly Gates up in Heaven
  If yeast was leaven
  God,help this crumb of bread to rise
  I know I don't belong here, to my surprise
  He looked at me and said
  " As long as your fellow man suffer
  Never lie in bed
  And have a peaceful sleep
  Let it trouble you for you have a promise to keep"
  I cried because I'd never heard love like this
  It was like the scarlet love I used to kiss
  She was nobody and I loved her
  I was no body and God loved me
  For the first time in my life I was free
  I couldn't see God but upon his knee I had a feeling I sat
  Like a little snot nose kid in the second grade hiting a home run at bat
  He said Love will let you sleep here like the desert wanderer slept here in an imagined bed of mat
  I go back to my to my dog drawing
  And I see a donkey hee-hawing
  All the leaders.parents,and teachers on Earth
  So much is asked of your worth
  Most of you do the best you can
  And no more should be asked than
  That which you do trapping the rat
  Never again will I hear
  " You can do much better than that"
  
  Appui-livres apres-demain
  
  MOM
  
  
  She is gone and I feel so sad
  Our beloved Mother,oh what a family she had
  But I'll not cry,she wouldn't want me to
  For her world was not dark
  Her sky was always blue
  And she had more than enough love to see us through
  Ever good deed I've ever done
  Ever good thought I've ever had
  Came from the one that called me son
  Surely she came from God above
  Not even an Angel gave this much love
  I could search the world over and never find another
  One so gentle,sweet and kind as our Mother
  
  
  ONE ROSE
  
  
  My flowers grow in the garden or wild on Nature's hills
  I see them in the springtime from my window sills
  All to soon they are gone like the seasons that bore them
  Fickle and fleeting like the Lover's whim
  But there is one flower that knows no time or season
  It grows in the soil of love and you are the reason
  Unitil death do us part
  You will always be the one Rose of my heart
  MOM
  
  
  
  The Legend Of Rachel Bend
  
  
  I first met Rachel when she was twenty two
  It was love at first sight,I guess we both knew
  We would walk by the river and I would hold her hand
  Music was always playing and nowhere was a band
  The song of love was in our heart and we knew we could not tarry
  Before the first rose of spring I asked her to marry
  A girl sweeter than honeysuckle perfume in the wind
  She was now mine and mine alone,Rachel Bend
  The gods of love have surely smiled on me I thought
  But nothing had prepared me for the heartache I had bought
  Our daughter Leigh was born that winter when it was oh so cold
  When I first held her in my arms I knew I had my gold
  She looked like her mother and it made me so proud
  Thank you God,I said with head bowed
  I could never ask for anything more
  Two beautiful ladies I will always adore
  The times were tough back in those days
  And it was hard to get by but we found the ways
  Leigh started walking before she was two
  She would follow her Mom down to the creek wearing one shoe
  They would work in the little garden plot I had made
  That's one of my favorite memories of them as I sit here in the shade
  "Daddy,Daddy! Look at all the squash and corn
  The tomatoes are ripe and we will pick the peas in the morn"
  "That's my baby,daughter of Rachel Bend
  Sweeter than honey and softer than the wind"
  That's the song I would sing to her as I put her to bed each night
  I'd watch her drift off to sleep clutching her dolly tight
  Leigh grew into a beautiful child
  The image of her mother sweet and mild
  And I never had no regret,not one I couldn't defend
  For falling in love with Rachel Bend
  Then one day the sun stopped shining and it began to rain
  I never knew my heart could have so much pain
  I came home one day and Rachel and Leigh were no longer there
  I looked and looked and finally at a note I did stare
  " It breaks my heart to do this to you
  But I have found another I love more true
  He means the world to me,goodbye from Rachel and Leigh"
  My hands started shaking real bad and I bit my lip so hard it bled
  I took a solemn oath that night when I said
  "Woman,woman I'll hunt you to the ends of the world
  I can live with you betraying my trust but you shouldn't have took my baby girl"
  I hunted her for years and one day I found
  A little girl that looked like Leigh playing in the park playground
  And she was singing a song I used to sing long ago
  A song from a daddy to a daughter he loved so
  "That's my mommy,daughter of Rachel Bend
  Sweeter than honey and softer than the wind"
  I asked her where her mommy was and she started to tremble and cry
  "She's up in Heaven with her Daddy is what Grandma says" she said with a tear in her eye
  Are you happy sweetheart I said
  "Yes,me and Nana have a garden full of squash and corn
  The tomatoes are ripe and we will pick the peas in the morn"
  I kissed her goodbye and walked away
  All the hatred and bitterness left me that day
  I am no longer going to kill Rachel Bend
  Who was once sweeter than the honeysuckle wind
  We do what we do and I guess on Destiny it depends
  I know Leigh is waiting and I can feel the love she sends
  In this life I loved Rachel Bend enough to marry
  But that is over,I'll not tarry
  Someone else waits for me
  Tonight I'll tuck you in bed,my darling Leigh
  
  
  Innocence
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Eden's Rose
  
  There is a place in Texas where the wind blows
  A land of Mesquite trees and mistletoe
  A place I once knew well
  Half way between Heaven and Hell
  A shanty town called Eden where a flower grows
  Lived Maria,Eden's Rose
  Big brown eyes and teeth white as a cotton cloud
  Jet black hair and laughter oh so loud
  A lass so sweet and fair
  The angels paused to stare
  And just why I will never know
  God let me be Maria's beau
  We married in the spring of sixty nine
  My life fulfilled,Maria was mine
  As the years went by our family grew
  First two boys and finally Sue
  Who was the image of her mother
  We were complete.no need for another
  My fame and fortune grew with oil
  The years rewarded me for my toil
  My love for Maria was never so strong
  Then one day I came home and something seemed wrong
  The house was empty and on the mantle a note
  From Maria,to my darling husband she wrote
  Forgive me for what I do
  You see it is not your money I love but only you
  It kills me that we must part
  But the gold in the bank used to be in your heart
  And though you buy me flowers and fancy clothes
  I was richest when I was Eden's Rose
  The wind blew through the window sill
  As I stared listlessly at the wild flowers on the hill
  God waters them and they grow
  Unlike Maria too late I know
  I gave her everything but me
  Too late now at long last I see
  And without love my flower died
  The cotton clouds kissed the ground when they cried
  And watered the flowers that lie there with those
  Who are now in Heaven with Eden's Rose
  Good Bye Maria
  
  Does It Make Any Sense
  
  
  Does it make any sense
  To be on the fence
  Does the middle of the road
  Ever lighten the load
  Is the light in your eye
  From the tear in your cry
  Does the passion in your life
  Come from joy or strife
  Why do the church bells chime
  To the thunder clouds mime
  The wind blows the page
  As the rivers rage
  The book of dreams
  Torn by the streams
  Oceans of saline
  Bare the soul clean
  Mankind swept
  Vanquished tears wept
  The road crumbles
  The world tumbles
  Penance on a fence
  Does it make any sense
  t
  
  The Sea
  
  Dusk has claimed the day
  And the blue becomes pink
  The sea shifts and murmurs
  And it is of you I think
  Though you are gone and a memory
  When I am here,you are with me
  
  http://www.promiseofgod.com/bestday/lighthouse.htm
  
  Together
  
  Together we stand,I on the left,you on the right,
  Battered by Life's storms,together we fight,
  My branches are gone,thus am I,
  Soon you are alone under moonlit sky,
  Two trees that were as one together,
  The Earth is no more my tether,
  But solace can be found in this,
  Just because you are alone,nothing is amiss I have always been with you through calm and stormy weather
  And though I am gone,in my heart we will always be together
  
  
  http://www.promiseofgod.com/bestday/sunset.htm
  
  Clouds
  
  
  Faces in the clouds,rain in the sky
  Is that you I see or a tear in my eye
  Steeds racing in the wind forever
  Searching for the spirit of my lover
  I'll find you someday beyond the horizon far away
  Above the clouds where there is no day
  Where our spirits meet to light the way
  Faces in the clouds,.rain in the sky
  That rain drop was a tear from your eye
  For a lost love a spirit even cries
  And the clouds roll on as Heaven sighs
  Spirit of the Winds
  Love never ends
  
  
  YOSEMITE
  
  
  Yosemite is a favorite spot of mine
  With azure skies that angels sign
  Clouds so high and far away
  Touching the peaks on a sun-kissed day
  Yosemite Falls is a fascinating sight
  When the water cascades from its towering height
  El Capitan is oh so grand
  God made a rock like this in no other land
  Camp Curry in the mist is so sublime
  Its rustic cabins amid the pine
  With Glacier Point like a fortress in time
  And in the distance looms Half-Dome
  Calling me as a Mother to home
  And the Merced,Angel of Mercy smiles at me
  If only all the world could see
  This beautiful creation called Yosemite
  Maybe war would end
  And your enemy would be your friend
  For if you love something it makes life worth living
  And if you are happy,taking isn't near the joy of giving
  That is why God gave us Yosemite to soothe our soul
  A piece of Heaven on Earth until he calls the roll
  So thank you Father for letting me
  Spend a little time in Heaven,here at Yosemite
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Tomorrow
  The mystic chants his mantra and it reminds me of you and I
  A voice going nowhere and it make me sigh
  The dead dreams of yesterday collide with my tomorrow
  An it feels me with regret of sadness and sorrow
  My life has always been full of good intentions I have to say
  But lets not start today
  Give me tomorrow to learn the dance
  You know I want to succeed given the chance
  What's the hurry another day I may borrow
  I can't wait to start tomorrow
  We are both old and gray now
  And it all seems kind of silly somehow
  The kings jester only played a fool
  Because he knew he did not rule
  The mimicry he created was not real
  A fat king's laugh he could steal
  But I am left with the sinking sun of today
  Kowing that tomorrow has its own way
  And all those things that were so much fun
  Got in the way of things that needed to be done
  Alas,be it sacrifice or sin
  I won't get the chance to do it again
  That's all right,I have no regrets or sorrow
  My fortune is read in the tarot
  For I have no more tomorrows
  
  
  Threnody Lane
  
  
  Sometimes late at night my sleepless spirit may roam
  And often times it takes me back to my old mountain home
  Where the wild blueberry vines climbed the cottonwood trees
  And the clouds smiled as they flew by on the summer breeze
  The river far below as it makes its winding bend
  Past the aspen grove and the meadow's end
  'Twas there neath the golden sunset's wane
  First I saw you coming down Threnody's Lane
  "Where are you from" I asked.quite taken back
  She just smiled and took some fruit from her sack
  " Have some" she said."partake of the apple sweet and red"
  As I ate the bounty from the tree
  "May I inquire what your name might be"
  Her lips moved as she said with a gentle sigh
  "No name,brand,or title have I"
  'I am yours to love and yours to give"
  "Only through you may I live"
  "So you can have me now and for many a year"
  "But the day you stop loving me I disappear"
  "The fruit I gave you came from the tree and the vine"
  'But the love you give me must be of another kind"
  'It must come from your soul and your mind"
  "The choice is yours and yours alone"
  "I pass this way only once and then I'm gone"
  I awoke restless from my dream
  With my pillowed covered face uttered a muffled scream
  "Oh no,Lady Love visited me last night and she was you"
  "Now you both are gone,what am I to do"
  Look closely down the meadow as the summer sunsets wane
  A sad and lonely man searches Threnody's Lane
  
  River of Regret
  
  
  The river of regret runs through a forest of trees
  As the spirit of my mind wanders with the breeze
  Harken back to times of olden
  When we were young and golden
  The river was wild and so were we
  And I thought it would always be
  The river is dying and our days are ending
  The leaves are falling and winter is descending
  You are gone like the golden sunset
  And the tears of sorrow fill the river of regret
  
  Solitude
  
  
  In the still of this place with my thoughts I reconcile
  
  And vow my love for you is all erstwhile
  
  The sadness in my heart is a price for the toll
  
  On the road I travelled with you that scarred my soul
  
  Alone I am on this day
  
  But I feel no loneliness,only a ray
  
  Of hope and peace,not the heart you wooed
  
  Oh glorious blessing,solitude
  
  
  
  The Wolf And The Angel
  
  
  I had this dream and it never went away
  And It haunted me night and day
  Of a wolf and an angel on a mountain high
  And wispy clouds shimmering in a orange burnt sky
  The wolf is howling as she sits by his side
  And gazes into the horizons wide
  Why does the wolf cry every night
  And what is she looking for just out of sight
  I had this dream for many a year
  And then I dreamt it became clear
  I was the wolf and I was crying for my love true
  I was crying for you
  You were the Angel and you were looking for me
  After all these years you again I see
  Sometimes on a cold dark night
  You may hear a wolf cry beneath the pale moonlight
  And the wind you feel on your face
  May be from a faraway place
  A residue of memories stirred by an Angel's flight
  I have climbed to the stairsteps of Heaven's height
  And the dream I dreamed so often has suddenly died
  The day the wolf no longer cried
  
  
  A Butterfly And The Rose
  
  
  A butterfly had a rendezvous with the rose
  Now she is wearing its clothes
  A bud blossomed into a flower
  The catepillar had its hour
  Now it has sprouted its wings
  To enjoy the beauty that life brings
  All of us are a little part of something I suppose
  A butterfly is a little part of a rose
  Colors don't have to be static and that is why
  God made the beautiful butterfly
  You will always be a part of me and I suppose
  That's why God made you a rose
  And now I've sprouted wings
  To enjoy the beauty that life brings
  And happiness is the color of my clothes
  Since the butterfly rendezvoused with the rose
  
  
  One Of Our Men Is Missing
  
  
  The day is coming and it won't be long
  When he will be singing a different song
  Now he has always ridiculed aliens and little green men
  And laughed at others at others when
  They said that there is a slim possibility they may exist
  Well I've checked with my sources and here's a new twist
  My little buddies are coming real soon
  And they are not flying by to get some cheese off the moon
  Their mission is very important but boy it sure made me laugh
  Tears ran down my eyes and I almost had a calf
  What could be so funny you may ask
  And why do you say it will be a daunting task
  Well you know how he doesn't believe in the tooth fairy, elves or Santa Claus
  He's going to have a hard time dealing with what's going to happen,cause
  They have come to take him today
  From travelling many light years away
  It is a joyous occasion for all of us and especially me
  For I know at long last he will be free
  I will bid him a happy goodbye and try to keep a straight face
  When he finds the true orgins of his race
  They will probably have to bind him up real tight
  And getting him aboard ship will really be a sight
  He will be screaming,crying,and looking so sad
  But the punch line of the ages wil give me the best laugh I ever had
  When they smile and say " relax,we are going home Dad".
  
  
  They Came From The Sea
  
  
  They came from the sea
  The riderless horses of the Cherokee
  You have killed our brethren along with your fears
  But their spirit did not die on the Trail of Tears
  You can never kill it no matter how you try
  Some things are eternal
  Like the wolf howl and the eagle cry
  We come to return you to your rightful place
  To the skyward land where the Great Spirit shows his face
  To a land where the prairie grass still grows tall
  And the wagon trains never call
  Where the buffaloes are so many you can't count them
  And the river flows on forever beneath the canyon rim
  Where it will take all your sorrow and tears to the sea
  And cleanse you and make you free
  The prairie grass is dead and the buffalo is gone
  No more graze the deer and her fawn
  The Indian brave and his love never again will roam
  This beautiful land they called home
  As my future meets my past
  My goodbye is my last
  As the thundering hoofbeats of history come for me
  Oh riderless horses of the Cherokee
  Take me to the sea
  
  
  
  Seasons
  
  
  In my dream quest I often fly
  To other times and seasons
  When the wolf was young
  And Love needed no reasons
  It was free like an eagle on the fly
  Never to be stolen or lost
  To be with us till we die
  The wolf is gone and love has died
  The dew on the mountain high
  Are just tears where the eagle cried
  And the seasons we knew
  Are gone like the wolf
  And the sky so blue
  I will find you once again in my dream
  Once again to hear the eagle scream
  And the lone wolf cry
  To find the Love that was free
  Together you and me
  I know God has his reasons
  And we will always have our seasons
  
  
  Miscellaneous
  
  
  When I was a little girl they took me away for something I did bad
  I was young and it made me very sad
  They took me to a home and opened my file
  Though you are young and only a child
  We have to put you in a category and we know you are not dangerous
  We will put you in the column, miscellaneous
  I lived there for many years
  Hiding the sorrows and tears
  Today in the world's eyes
  I am adored and idolized
  But for all my power and glory
  I'll always remember when I was placed in a category
  With a problem that had no name
  And black and white made grey the game
  Don't ever,ever,no matter what my sin
  Call me miscellaneous again
  
  
  A Poem For Denise
  
  
  Why does she like rainbows and pictures she draws
  Well it's just,well it's just because
  Why does she want to live in a land where fairies make the laws
  Well it's just,well it's just because
  Why is her favorite movie still The Wizard of Oz
  Well it's just,well it's just because
  And why do I think she is the best and always was
  Well it's just,it's just because
  
  
  I Believe
  
  
  I believe that fairies can dance on the head of a pin
  And all things are possible when
  You believe nothing can stop you or get in your way
  To see your dream someday
  It is with resolve and steely will
  That all can dance and feel the thrill
  It is never having tried why I grieve
  For those lost souls that never did believe
  
  
  
  And So It Goes
  
  
  And so it goes
  Yesterday's seeds are tomorrow's rose
  Nothing ever really dies
  Except hate and lies
  Love lives forever
  Like an eternal river
  Winding its way to the sea
  Carrying a bit of you and me
  We arrive when our life ends
  We are the water the river sends
  We evaporate into the sky
  And become a teardrop in someone's eye
  Or maybe a raindrop in God's loving soil
  To bring new life in a garden of toil
  And the flower once again becomes a rose
  So it goes
  
  
  
  I Was Ten And You Were Eight
  
  
  I am lying here and they tell me I am going to die
  My life is over and here is the reason why
  I don't listen to their blather,it is just a waste
  I am drinking from another cup,with a different taste
  I am no longer going forward,I am going back
  To my childhood where memories never lack
  And I am at peace no matter the hour be late
  Because once again I am ten and you are eight
  I never thought of you as a girl
  Though you always had that curl
  You were someone I could talk to
  About frogs,butterflies,and the sky so blue
  About what we would be when we grew up
  Between kissing our cats and chasing our pup
  I thought the whole world would be honest and good like you
  But when I grew up I found that was not true
  The flowers you had planted
  I had taken for granted
  And I was oh so wrong
  I heard your song
  But I chose another path
  Now I face Life's wrath
  " Catch me,catch me if you can"
  I'd go like the wind ,how fast I ran
  I would tackle you in a pile of leaves and dust
  And make you say "uncle' or "In God We Trust"
  You would get real mad and then you would smile
  Punch me in my belly and run for a mile
  The days seemed like they would never end
  Kind of like the river beyond the bend
  Something that flowed gentle and kind
  Like your heart and mind
  "kids,come home",your mom would yell
  We could hear it a mile away echo through the dell
  I would pretend to say goobye and playfully shake her hand
  Then I would pinch her on the nose and say "catch me,catch me if you can"
  "What were you saying Doctor,I'm dying when"
  Don't bother me with your words
  I have already moved on
  To another place
  When you were eight and I was ten
  
  
  Cathedral of Illusion
  
  The Princess of Delusion
  Waits at the door
  To the Cathedral of Illusion
  A voice softly echoes off the wall
  Enter my dear
  I am at your beck and call
  I will be your Prince and you will be my bride
  So come on in
  Upon my steed we will ride
  To faraway lands where kingdoms I claim
  The world will be yours
  And renown will be your name
  You will reside on the golden throne
  In a castle in the sky
  Where only love is known
  Not too long my Love can you wait
  Time is of the essence
  Fate will close the gate
  The cold wind blows through the night
  And the moon disappears behind the clouds
  Love has lost its light
  As the Princess of Delusion
  Sadly walks away
  From the Cathedral of Illusion
  
  Little Bear River
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  There is a river in northeastern Arizona
  
  Beyond where the mountains kiss the snow
  
  In this setting flows a gentle stream called Little Bear
  
  Where a papoose was born near the cubs lair
  
  He grew up and became their friend
  
  And they cared one for another like the eagle loves the wind
  
  They loved to swim and fish in the river all throughout the year
  
  This was a land of paradise where they had no fear
  
  Little Bear knew only his family and tribe
  
  His people told stories so there was no need for a scribe
  
  I heard this story many years ago
  
  And for its truthfulness I will never know
  
  Little Bear belonged to the Hopi
  
  A group as serene as the twilight sky
  
  The name means " the peaceful little ones or the peaceful people
  
  They have no church but nature is their spire and steeple
  
  They are very spiritual and religion dominates their life
  
  A woman is respected as a mother and a wife
  
  Little Bear on the day he was born
  
  As was the custom of his time
  
  Received a special blanket and a perfect ear of corn
  
  On the 20th day they took him to the mesa cliff and held him toward the rising sun
  
  As it struck him they gave him his name,a thing of beauty had been done
  
  He grew into a man and many prophecies and warnings were passed on to him
  
  Signs from ancient rock pictographs and tablets of old
  
  Of the Hopi Blue Star instead of the white man's gold
  
  This prophecy says "When the Blue Star Kachina makes its appearance in the heavens, the Fifth World will emerge".
  
  Then a new era is on the verge
  
  
  This will be the Day of Purification,a long awaited day
  
  And it has to do with space far away
  
  The Hopi name for the star Sirius is Blue Star Kachina if you are willing to ask
  
  It will come when the Saquasohuh (Blue Star) Kachina dances in the plaza and removes his mask.
  Little Bear gave this to me in a dream
  
  
  He knew I was a kindred sprit,not part of the white man's scheme
  
  
  This is the First Sign: We were told of the coming of the white-skinned men, like Pahana, but not living like Pahana -- men who took the land that was not theirs and who struck their enemies with thunder. (Guns)
  
  
  When I heard this one I was saddened at what we had wrought on our Native sons
  
  
  This is the Second Sign: Our lands will see the coming of spinning wheels filled with voices. (Covered wagons going west)
  
  I thought of Manifest Destiny being put to the test
  
  
  Little Bear said 'Need I tell you more"
  
  
  " Yes" I replied "its hard to bear but truth will open the door"
  
  
  This is the Third Sign: A strange beast like a buffalo but with great long horns, will overrun the land in large numbers. (Longhorn cattle)
  
  
  They have killed the sacred ones who could do no battle
  
  
  This is the Fourth Sign: The land will be crossed by snakes of iron. (Railroad track)
  
  
  Once this happens you will never go back
  
  
  This is the Fifth Sign: The land shall be criss-crossed by a giant spider's web. (Power and telephone lines)
  
  
  "Little Bear" I said "how many more signs"
  
  
  I was growing weary
  
  
  He continued to speak of a future bleak and dreary
  
  
  This is the Sixth Sign: The land shall be criss-crossed with rivers of stone that make pictures in the sun. (Concrete roads and their mirage-producing effect)
  
  
  They have built their altars with shimmering cities to material gods they elect
  
  
  This is the Seventh Sign: You will hear of the sea turning black, and many living things dying because of it. (Oil spills)
  
  
  When I thought of the death it had brought it gave me the chills
  
  
  This is the Eighth Sign: You will see many youth, who wear their hair long like our people, come and join the tribal nations, to learn our ways and wisdom. (Hippies,known were they)
  
  
  I realized he was speaking of my day
  
  
  And this is the Ninth and Last Sign: You will hear of a dwelling-place in the heavens, above the earth, that shall fall with a great crash. It will appear as a blue star. Very soon after this, the ceremonies of the Hopi people will cease.
  
  
  The life you have lived is on a tenuous leash
  
  
  "Little Bear" I cried " Is it better that I be dead"
  
  
  Then these were the last words he said
  
  
  "These are the Signs that great destruction is here: The world shall rock to and fro. The white man will battle people in other lands - those who possessed the first light of wisdom. There will be many columns of smoke and fire such as the white man has made in the deserts not far from here. Those who stay and live in the places of the Hopi shall be safe. Then there will be much to rebuild. And soon, very soon afterward, Pahana will return. He shall bring with him the dawn of the Fifth World. He shall plant the seeds of his wisdom in our hearts. Even now the seeds are being planted. These shall smooth the way to the Emergence into the Fifth World".
  
  
  These things have long past
  
  
  How much longer can man be,how much longer can he last
  
  Little Bear is just a memory who lived on the mesas beyond the plain
  
  
  But the eagle still flies above the River that bears his name
  
  
  In the land where the dust devils grow and the howling winds whirl
  
  
  Will Little Bear ever see the dawning of his Fifth World
  
  
  A thousand snow flakes make a drop of water
  
  
  To make the river flow for food and fodder
  
  
  A million thoughts are seeds for words to grow
  
  
  
  And I think Little Bear would want you to know
  
  
  We are all part of that tree of life
  
  
  We can chop it down with an axe or cut it with a knife
  
  
  Take what we need,maybe a sliver
  
  
  Then we will see a reflection of goodness as seen through the eye of an eagle
  
  
  
  And there will be hope for all of us
  
  
  A message from the land of the Little Bear River
  
  
  Lady WaterFall
  
  
  I have journeyed far and wide over continents galore
  Seen all the seven seas and knocked on Heaven's door
  Traveled the world and thought I'd seen it all
  Until that day in the jungle I saw Lady Waterfall
  I was lost on a path of many a turn and twist
  When I came upon a clearing and saw the mist
  Rising from the jungle floor and flowing from a mountain tall
  Was a sight I'd never seen or could ever recall
  I have seen most of these cascading wonders from all over the world
  But this one took my breath for out of this one flowed a girl
  She just stood there with a serene look on her face
  She was part of the water and part of this place
  I was dying from thirst but I knew
  I had long last found my love true
  "Come back with me to civilization" I said.
  "We will go to Paris and be wed
  The world will be our oyster and you will be its pearl
  Leave this strange place with me and come and be my girl"
  At long last she spoke and her voice was music to my ears
  "I'll go with you kind sir " she said with eyes full of tears
  "But first you must drink of this pool at my feet
  And when you do the truth you will meet
  This liquid that flows through me is not water at all
  But tears from lovers who lost and never heard the call
  Of Love true,penitent I for you.Lady Waterfall".
  I started to drink of the pool oh so blue
  Then I saw a reflection of you
  "Come dear sir if you love only me so grand
  Redeem your soul and we will leave this land".
  I turned and ran and wandered aimlessly for days
  Until one day I found myself out of the maze
  I am back with you now and I'm happy I guess
  I look back to that time for its true meaning and I must confess
  Did it really even happen and if so why
  Sometimes I give you a rose and it makes you cry
  Sometimes I kiss you at a dance or ball
  In the reflection of that tear I see, Lady Waterfall
  
  
  
  Sometimes
  
  
  Sometimes the world seems to stop,and things get still
  I don't feel like living anymore,I've lost the will
  To go on pretending that things are great
  Alas,it must end sooner or late.
  The wind blows through the willow trees
  The birds fly in the meadows and the honey awaits the bees
  God is in Heaven and I am on my knees
  Trying to understand what I am about to do
  Somewhere in the distance,
  I hear a voice and it is you.
  Between you and God what am I to do
  I lay on the floor and fall asleep
  Of thy biitter wine thou can keep
  The fruit of thy harvest is a but a heap
  Of memories buired deep
  I go there with them
  When the last rose of autumn dies
  And the hills are covered with snow
  When your heart no longer crys
  And life is devoid of reason and rhymes
  Think of me sometimes
  
  
  The Mountains
  
  
  My one and only true love that has always been there for me
  Are the mountains where I am free
  No matter the peaks I may roam
  In the mountains I am home
  Just me and God and nature's best
  Here I have ended my quest
  I have no questions or answers to ponder
  I have no need or urge to wonder
  If youth could come from fountains
  I know peace could come from mountains
  And though old as the ages,forever young
  For generations songs that are unsung
  When my journey in the valleys come to an end
  My spirit will be in the mountains like the wind
  Watching from the heights above
  Home at last with my own true love
  
  
  A Better Way Of Living
  
  
  There is a better way of living and I have found it
  There is a road of peace and I've been down it
  So often we struggle and fight
  And dwell in the valleys where there is no light
  And stumble because the path is not clear
  Our lives filled with anxiety and fear
  We are not the Master of the universe or the Captain of our soul
  As a mighty mountain to a little knoll
  There is something bigger than us I know
  Until we find it we will never grow
  It is so easy to do your part
  Look to Heaven and open your heart
  There is a better way of living and I have found it
  There is a road of peace and I've been down it
  
  
  Be Yourself
  
  How often we look at others and say
  I want to be like them someday
  Such poise,beauty and art
  Oh, to be like them fills my heart
  Adulation and praise will come to me
  Don't you see
  If I can be like you
  Oh God make it come true
  The Angel smiles and says oh you foolish child
  God loves you tender and mild
  He made you to be you out of one special mold
  He then destroyed it, for silver can never be gold
  And you wanting to be like another says to him he made a mistake
  I don't think he cries but it makes my heart ache
  We can take the knowledge of others and emulate
  We can choose love and do away with hate
  I have my heroes and those I admire
  Reading from a list I would never tire
  But the truth of the matter was determined by fate
  And no other in the world like you would rate Relish your uniqueness and celebrate
  If others want to be like you open the gate
  But don't ever sell yourself short
  A ship may stop in any far flung port
  But someday it comes back where it belongs Just like you,you can sing only your songs
  The worth of another opens many a door
  The soul of another goes to the core
  The Earth spins around the Sun away out in space
  God smiles because he knows we all have our place
  
  The Old Corn Picker
  
  
  
  
  I went back to the old home place yesterday
  In the back of the field where we used to play
  The stalks of the corn couldn't have been any thicker
  Stands a scrap heap of memories,the old corn picker
  Before Daddy bought it we had to pick it by hand
  Ear by ear,so weary by day's end we could hardly stand
  You and your family moved nearby and were the best neighbor's we ever
  had
  You started helping pick the corn and I didn't feel near as bad
  The days got shorter and time seemed to fly
  We shared many a story,sometimes we'd laugh,sometimes I'd watch you cry
  We used to wonder if Heaven was a big corn patch in the sky
  Row upon row that went on forever
  Where they had a machine to do the work
  with the touch of a lever
  One day it did come true
  Daddy bought a corn picker like we'd talked about,me and you
  God had been good about giving us rain from above
  It made the corn grow tall and something made us fall in love
  We got married that spring and something besides corn started to grow
  The first of three girls,wouldn't you know
  Who's going to drive the corn picker I said
  When I tucked the girls in at night all snug in their bed
  Daddy's starting to get old and doesn't have the fire he once had
  He will have to quit soon and it will be me and you alone
  We found him one day on the corn picker and realized he was gone
  We buried him there at the family plot on the farm
  Gone was a man who never did anyone harm
  Come harvest time every year it was like he was sitting there with me
  Diving the picker,talking about the weather and our daughters three
  They had loved him so much
  And it broke their hearts when he was no longer there to touch
  My girls carried a part of his spirit and it served them well
  Their Mom and them worked so hard all those years and I owe them so much
  I can never tell
  We not only grew corn,we grew love
  And I know Daddy is smiling down from up above
  The girls are all grown up now and in the city they live
  I have six grandsons now and I couldn't ask God for anymore to give
  But as I stand here looking at that old heap of memories with the tears
  getting thicker and thicker
  I'd trade all my tomorrow's for just one yesterday to be back with Daddy
  on that old corn picker
  Pick by hand he laughed,no never
  Gone Like Yesterday
  Still In My Memory
  
  Lady Beware
  
  
  Your past and future are intertwined and the ghosts of the past haunt
  you like the dead
  The spirits fill your soul with terror and it is life you dread
  The Devil has a grip on you like the hair on your head
  You can run but you can't hide for he is always there
  Flee my lovely,lady beware
  Into my arms where you will have not a care
  Your friend is not the grave
  The Devil has no right to your soul
  You should be so bold
  Come my sweet into my arms
  Kiss me and thrill me with your charms
  I watch from a distance and I know it is too late
  The Devil has sealed her fate
  Snared by pretending to love and care
  My call unheeded,Lady beware
  
  
  I Wish I Was A Puppy
  
  
  I wish I was puppy and had not a care in the world
  I wish I was a puppy and you were my pearl
  We 'd play by the pond and chase frogs
  And laugh at the folks who said the world was going to the dogs
  All in all maybe that wouldn't be too bad
  Cause you guys have made a mess of the world you've had
  And it will take more than a scoop to clean it up
  Let us start with the kind of love a child has for a pup
  And keep it in our hearts our whole life through
  Don't say it's "a dog eat dog world" for that's just not true
  For the love of man starts and ends with you
  And whether you choose good or evil from your cup
  Look at the puppy when he takes a sup
  Of kindness,he returns it tenfold
  May you be so loving and bold
  The honeycombs are awaiting in the forest logs
  The butterflies fill the meadows down by the bogs
  I wish I was a puppy and the world went to the dogs
  
  
  
  My Knight
  
  With this sword I dub thee oh my knight
  First in battle and first to fight
  You have proven yourself beyond reproach
  A warrior worthy to guard my coach
  And to protect me from the enemies of my land
  Bow no longer,face me and stand
  Many heeded the call but few were chosen
  The spring sun melts the snow land that was frozen
  And you have melted my heart that was once so cold
  I take your hand and give you my heart oh knight so bold
  You have taken my life and given me light
  I dub you lord of my love,my sweet knight
  
  
  The Lady In Red
  
  Why is the lady in red so blue
  Is it something I said or didn't do
  Is her sardonic stare
  For me or another not there
  She could be so lovely you know
  But somehow it just doesn't show
  I think I'll let her sulk and pout
  I really rather take you out
  She could change her clothes and that wouldn't matter to me
  Her disposition is the key
  The lady in red can stay blue
  I want to be with you
  Get ready to answer the phone
  You can color her gone
  
  
  Blue Lady
  
  
  Blue is the color of your eyes
  Though they change with your moods
  Blue is the color of the skies
  And they change when Nature deems
  Blue is the color of your life
  Except when you are in my dreams
  There you are radiant in all your gold
  From your hair to your soul
  Someday my dream will come true
  And your life will have no more blue
  Except in your sparkling eyes
  And springtime skies
  We will sail the oceans blue
  Together me and you
  On a lifetime happiness cruise
  With the color of love in all its hues
  And forget the times when Life was dark and shady
  When you were known as my blue lady
  
  
  Table For One
  
  The waiter smiles and says "table for two"
  
  He sees in the pain in my eyes and says"oh it's only you"
  
  I sit here alone drinking the wine
  
  And remembering when you were mine
  
  All those hideaways we used to go
  
  The ocean walks and the dinner show
  
  Lazy summer days in the park
  
  Midnight swims in the dark
  
  I'd laugh at some joke you said
  
  While autumn leaves fell on my head
  
  The snowman you built that year
  
  That had an apple for a ear
  
  The first time we tried to ski
  
  And I almost hit that tree
  
  The memories flow easy now
  
  As I drink the wine I vow
  
  To keep them close to my heart
  
  For my book is closer to the end than the start
  
  Those pages I'll always revere
  
  When I held you near
  
  What's past is past and what's done is done
  
  I am sitting here thinking about you
  
  At a table for one
  
  

• Ocean Dance
  
  The sea wind blows your love through the air
  I stand above the waves knowing you are there
  My arms reach out for your loving care
  I hear your voice as the spray embraces the pier
  And though faraway you seem so near
  I should go back to the ball where there is festivity galore
  But I am through with all that,I don't care anymore
  I'll dance with your spirit from the music of the ocean roar
  Rather than hold another on some ballroom floor
  The arms I hold outstretched tonight
  Will soon again hold you tight
  Oh blow wild and windy sea
  In my memory you will always be a part of me
  
  
  My Friends And I
  
  My friends and I chanced to go
  To a mystic land you would like to know
  No ticket,fare or admission needed there
  The flight you will take has no wings
  All you need is your imagination and those kind of things
  Two unicorns flying over a rainbow may be quite a sight
  But they are just a start of years with light
  I am poor but I am richer than I know
  I am old but the seeds of youth I still sow
  So I throw some to you foolish as it may seem
  You will always be young riding on a dream
  My friends and I sitting by the stream
  
  
  
  Lighthouse On The Hill
  
  
  
  
  
  There is a lighthouse upon the hill
  
  Staring at the sea looking so still
  
  It once guided ships when they were lost in the storm
  It is a lonely monument now sad and forlorn
  
  We would climb to the top,oh we were so brave
  
  Looking at miles of ocean wave after wave
  
  Guiding the ships on journeys unknown
  
  A beckon of light from days that are gone
  
  I am old now just like you
  
  We have outlived our usefullness I know it's true
  
  You have lost your ships at sea
  
  And my one and only love,I have lost thee
  
  If you don't mind I will stay here with you for awhile
  
  I still find solace in her smile
  That I remember like yesterday
  The wind blows and her voice seems to say
  Come down from your perch on high
  From the house in the sky
  That has saved many a rouge and knave
  From a watery grave
  I leave the house in the dead of night
  Searching for the love of my light
  Tossed and tortured by tempest storm beyond my will
  A light shines from the lighthouse on the hill
  A light stilled for many a year
  Now lit by one I hold dear
  As I take my last breath and surrender to the sea
  We are together again,you and me
  There are lights of many kinds
  The lighthouse on the hill only for us shines
  
  
  The Wolf
  
  You have killed my love,killed my brave
  I only have dreams now, that part I save
  Running Wolf was my heart,my being
  My reason for living,my eyes for seeing
  Without him it is dark and I am lost
  The wolf cries and I pay the cost
  He once told me he was part of them
  That memory I must dim
  Our love will no longer grow
  Death is like the eternal snow
  The seed can never come back
  Life moves on,a newborn joins the pack
  In my dreams I see Running Wolf so fair
  He is born again,full of boldness and dare
  Somehow he must find me again to be a man
  And leave the tracks in the snow where he once ran
  I cry out to him and pray he hears my calling I hear nothing but silent snow falling
  Th Great Spirit speaks to me
  " For Running Wolf to be free
  He must pass this test
  To prove he is worthy of your love
  He must shine as the stars above
  I will send you a thousand wolves to view
  If you know him,he will know you
  The light of Love shines bright
  And lights the darkest night"
  Running Wolf came first
  I had no doubt,he quenched my thirst
  It started to rain
  Gone was my pain
  Each drop was a drop of love
  Sent from above
  Running Wolf and I walked away
  Into another day
  Was it real or what it might seem
  I have a dream
  
  The Gun And The Pen
  
  I had lost it all
  From the top to the bottom I did fall
  It is not worth living I said
  I'd rather be dead
  To face this pain
  My loss was your gain
  Into the room I went to get my gun
  My sun has set,I've had my run
  Into the drawer I reached for the weapon of death
  Soon I would draw my last breath
  What I saw had to be from God and the person I had been
  My pistol and one lonely pen
  It was the one I used to write my poems to you
  I looked at those two objects and knew what I had to do
  I took the gun and threw it as far as I could
  And cursed the day I never understood
  With this pen I can change the world
  Though you are gone and will never be my girl
  This ink will flow like a river
  And make it all worthwhile
  People come and go
  But words last forever
  I love you
  
  The Reflection
  
  The reflection I see
  Is not of me
  But you
  Like the sky so blue
  And the mountains so white
  Your beauty is a sight
  Frozen in the timeless night
  And drenched in the sunlight of eternity
  A million miles away,yet a heartbeat from me
  
  
  http://www.mikelevin.com/TetonLake1-1024.jpg
  
  
  
  
  Tortured Soul
  
  
  You were so pretty and so young
  The taste of honey was on your tongue
  Life was so beautiful and so sweet
  What happened when reality and dreams meet
  You never seemed to find your way
  Between the twilight of night and the dawn of day
  And the love you could have had you so carelessly gave away
  The fairytale life that once was your goal
  Is a faded and tarnished memory of a tortured soul
  The face you see in the mirror as you sadly gaze
  Is the portrait you have drawn and the price you pay
  Once a road is traveled its secrets are revealed
  Once a seed is planted it grows in the field
  The journey of your harvest manifests itself with thistles untold
  As I look beyond an endless chasm to a tortured soul
  I think of you when you were young
  And regret that your song was never sung
  
  
  
  I"m Wearing White Pants For The Last Time On Sunday
  
  
  
  It's been a good summer and most every day has been a fun day
  I've grown in mind and body and wisdom has come my way
  The seasons are the bench marks of time I've often heard you say
  The autumn time is a favorite of yours and mine
  The leaves turn yellow and the grapes ripen on the vine
  The days grow shorter and the nights are so fine
  When I think of you,autumn comes to mind
  In the winter the seeds lie frozen under Earth and snow
  Spring is like Hope,it may lie dormat for awhile but life just has to grow
  We love it in all its flowering glory
  And when it shakes hands with summer
  Many a girl and boy relive the story
  Of the golden days of yesteryear when life was sublime
  And for some magic reason experience once again
  Those wonderful moments that can only happen in the good old summer time
  I bid adieu to each wonderful season in a different way
  But the one you shared with me has so much poignancy I have to say
  It moved me to write this poem without thought of pay
  When you penned that wonderful line to tell summer it's ok
  To kiss him farewell and thank him for the sun and every warm ray
  To tell him goodbye in your own special way
  "I'm wearing white pants for the last time on Sunday"
  
  
  
  
  So Are The Flowers To You
  
  
  As water is to rain
  As blood is to pain
  As the sky is to blue
  So are the flowers to you
  A part and piece that makes
  You whole,though the years it takes
  No matter the length of the race
  The flowers bloom at their pace
  And the blood that man will foolishly shed
  Leaves the flowers blooming over their bed
  The lilies in their glory down in the valley and the roses on the hill
  Makes me weep because death is still
  Why couldn't our sky always be blue
  And our blood be as one with love forever true
  Destiny's tears kiss like the rose to the dew
  A sweet and gentle goodbye
  I go happy and I'll not cry
  I'll be waiting for you somewhere, someplace
  No matter the length of the race
  We will start life anew
  Like when the sky was blue
  You will envelope me as the bud holds the rose
  Until that special time it will unfold and Heaven knows
  My heart beats again like the blossoms of spring
  Your flowers once again make me sing
  As to love forever true
  So are the flowers to you
  
  
  
  A DAY IN DECEMBER
  
  
  Over looking the lake from a tree lined knoll
  The solitude and stillness fill my soul
  The boys in the distance throwing rocks
  Away from the world with its noise and clocks
  Time seems to stop here and it takes me back
  To days that will never lack
  Of memories,of days that went so fast
  Of days that have long past
  I sit here and look at he pale blue sky
  And smile at the sun trying to show his eye
  He,like me will sometimes sigh
  For it is winter for him too
  And his sky is not so blue
  We go back to the summer days
  When there was no winter haze
  Of days so long, the nights didn't have a chance
  The moon just smiled and the stars did their dance
  We would be skiing in the early morn
  On water so calm like it was just born
  Eggs and potatoes for breakfast tasted so good
  And for lunch hot dogs on a bun was understood
  We drank so much beer
  And had so much cheer
  We thought that was the way it would always be
  And it was for a long time I guess
  Until its gone you will never miss
  The twilights golden kiss
  And a dawn made just for you
  With the lake sparkling like dew
  The kids are all grown up now
  Most of them are doing good somehow
  I'm alot older than I think
  But I still like to visit the lake and have a drink
  If I look far enough out there I see my brother skiing
  From memories I am fleeing
  As the cold wind starts to blow
  And the ripples on the lake start to grow
  My grandkids down below sitting on the rocks
  Away from the world with its noise and clocks
  Feeding the gulls without a care in the world
  I realize now you don't need oysters to have a pearl
  Or nuggets to have gold
  No matter what you have been told
  And diamonds aren't the most precious gems
  It is the love of one another and Nature's hymns
  That I treasure most and with me I take
  Just me and the kids throwing rocks in the lake
  A day I will remember
  A day in December
  
  
  
  WORDS
  
  
  It comes to me like manna from Heaven
  Words mltiplied by seven
  And many score more
  They come to me gently through the door
  Of my mind and I welcome them with embraces sweet
  I think of them of a way with God I meet
  ' Cause you know there are only two forces I think
  And each of us must choose out of the cup we will drink
  Some say our actions mean much more than our words
  And the sounds from our mouth is like the wayward flight of birds
  Going somewhere for reasons we don't understand
  I disagree no matter the logic grand
  Surely my cup runneth
  over.God didn't give me just a sip when I drank from that life source
  vessel that emanates love,joy,and wonderment.Nay,it immerses me like a
  gentle flowing stream.Enveloped like a water droplet in a summer
  cloud.Like the mist in the evening fog.I know you will always be there
  like the gentle wind that moves the fog.The breeze that kisses the
  clouds.The raindrops that make the stream.Part of that great life source
  that has blessed my soul....
  The summer rose may fade
  Like the stream too shallow to wade
  But your spirit and love will endure forever
  A bond too strong to sever
  
  
  
  I Wish
  
  
  We were at the park one day
  Just me and my sister
  I saw a drunken old man crying
  " What's wrong sir,what's wrong mister"
  The wind was blowing and it was so cold
  His shaking hands took the letter from his billfold
  " I just got out of prison and I'm dying"
  As he handed me the papers,softly crying
  " I have never been married or had a wife
  I have been in prison all my life
  I used to dream there in my cell
  That I would find an Angel when I got out of that Hell
  It's too late now,they are opening the gate
  I guess dreams were trumped by Fate
  Here is a little poem I just wrote
  To nobody in particular I guess
  When I depart this world there is no one I will miss
  At long last I am free"
  His last words were
  ' Oh,I wish I had someone to love me"
  The wind was starting to blow real hard
  'You read it Sis,read the letter from the old bard"
  So here it is,best as I could make it out in the dark
  A letter from an old man addressed to nobody
  An old man who died in the park
  "Oh I wish I had someone to love me
  Someone to call my very own
  I wish that the seeds that I had planted
  Could have grown
  Oh I wish I had someone to love me
  Someone to call my very own
  Fate says it was not meant to be
  The flower in anothers garden
  Is like a prisoner's pardon
  It is not really free
  And neither are we
  Oh I wish I had someone to love
  Someone to call my very own
  Someone to love me
  Before my heart turns to stone
  The seeds of love need truth and light
  I see those nowhere in sight
  Oh I wish I had someone to love me
  Together turn the you and I into we
  But it is a million miles across the sea
  And together you and I will never be
  Oh I wish I had someone to love me
  Fly my Angel,fly
  Goodbye my love,goodbye"
  
  
  
  
  Thank You
  Thank you so much for taking the time to read a few of these poems and visiting this site.If you would like to see some more go to http://community-2.webtv.net/wallywinky/WALLYWORLD/ for Words of Wally
  
  Goodbye
  
  The vast endless reaches beckon and I hear their call
  Bound no more by earthly restraints I give my all
  And return to the realms of my birth
  Where time nor distance measure the cosmos girth
  Where light is not seen by the eye
  And darkness reigns low and high
  The consciousness of my soul do not require
  Those antiquated trappings that mirrored my life in the mire
  But the reflections of my life shines in a world without bars
  In a glorious reunion beyond the stars
  I go now with no fear or regret
  And leave this one thought for your mind to whet
  Could you give it all up today and go with me
  The journey is long and the passage is free
  Eternity awaits but time does not stand still
  The galaxies have their rhythm and rhyme
  Perhaps I will see you again in another life time
  
  
  Delight yourself also in the
  LORD, and He shall give you
  the desires of your heart.
  : Psalms 37:4