My Attempt At Poetry
Her gentle blue eyes,
Her kind smile,
And tears well to my eyes.
She has
passed away,
Passed from my
sight,
Passed from my world,
And
gone is my
light.
Memories are calling
From long, long ago,
And back to youth I go,
To play again
along the creek.
My lost youth I
seek
Back in the mind's eye
Once
more before I die.
Fair angels doth adorn,
Unseen, take their flight
Before the birth of morn.
No mortal could abide
On
this night so very fair,
Without joy
inside
For the grace of being
there.
Twinkling kindly from afar,
Sending rays of light
In the midst of darkest night.
Whether bright or whether
dim,
It discourages all the
grim.
What a blessed state to
me
When a star I can
see.
That I might touch her lips.
I wish I were her comb,
Then I might caress her hair.
I envy all her fingers touch.
I wish I were her clock on
the wall,
Then she might glance at me
sometimes.
The wind is more blessed
than I,
It can kiss her cheek.
I
wish I were her lamp,
So that I could
watch over her.
It would be too
much to ask,
I suppose, to be her
pillow.
Just to be her
mirror
Would be a joy to me,
More
than I could ever hope for.
I wish
I were a nightingale,
Then every
night I would sing
Just outside her
window.
I wish I were the
sunlight,
That I might sparkle in her
eyes.
For giving unto me
Thy wondrous blessings,
Unworthy though I be.
Praises I do raise
With joy
unto the sky
For all the wonderful
gifts
From the Lord on
high.
Cast not your dreams away,
For when your dreams are gone
hope can no longer stay.
Believe, and they will come
true.
Create them ever fair,
For
your dreams, they are you.
Without
dreams nought is there.
Follow
them bravely with your heart.
They
will not lead you wrong.
Beauty
cannot depart
If you to dreams
belong.
In that land there comes
no woe,
But all around is
joy.
Where dreams forever
grow
There can nothing
destroy.
And then comes a brighter day,
The birds sing a new song,
and I feel maybe I really do belong.
The sky seems a deeper
blue,
And the sun shines brighter
too,
and all my dark thoughts
leave
As I begin again to
believe.
I do make the world live.
Hope I plant upon the breast,
And joy I plant within.
The weary one may in me rest,
And ever rest again.
Though of time I may be a
part,
I know of no time in the
heart.
All the days and the
years
Are but a moment gone
by.
Through all the the hopes and
fears
True love can never
die.
God in heaven above
Is the
giver of love.
All the angels know of
me,
And have me for their own,
For
I shall ever be,
And never be
alone.
I have power within my
hand
To give peace unto every
land.
There is no limit to my
power.
It is a bottomless
well
From which if drawn
entire
Can unlock the gates of
Hell.
I was born before
all.
Before time I did call.
Life
nor death cannot stop me,
Nor is
there distance too great,
For I of
all restraints am free.
I live in a
harmonious state.
I hold the keys
to peace and joy,
But never the keys
to destroy.
I am the one gift that
can be sent,
And return a
hundredfold.
I can forever be
spent,
And still never be
sold.
My substance is
honesty,
And truth is all of me.
I
cannot live within a lie,
Nor without
the proper light.
For shallowness I
am too high,
And too bright for the
night.
I ever speak of things
divine.
Everything with me is
fine.
I give hope to hopeless
things,
And light unto the dark.
I
am the inspiration that brings
Unto
life a glowing spark.
I am what is
beyond ever.
I am lowly never.
I
am the spring that ever flows.
The
unending stream.
I am the wind that
ever blows.
The ever perfect
dream.
I am beyond compare.
The
one thing for which all care.
The
right and not the wrong,
The tune in
which to play.
I in everything
belong.
I will never pass
away.
I destroy what is fine,
And peace I take away,
And joy and all the good.
No good thing can with me stay,
None can be understood.
In many forms I
appear,
Envy, jealousy, disdain, and
fear.
In one form or another
I
have often turned
Brother against
brother.
Cities I have
burned.
I upon violence do
feed.
Am at the root of every evil
deed.
Without me all wars would
die,
For I ferment every war.
I
make loud the war cry.
It is I that
peace does mar.
I bring anger to
bear.
I the cords of love tear.
I
have entered every scene,
Done my
damage every place.
It is I who have
made men mean,
Pitted brutal anger in
their face.
In the shadows I do
sulk and live.
From there my power I
do give.
I am every secret
sneer.
I am every selfish
thought.
I am every hidden
fear.
In you I may be
sought.
In he who seeks its cooperation.
Wondrous things it may impart.
Masterpieces flow from the inspired heart.
He
who has hold of this golden key
May
unlock the doors to all eternity,
May
eat of manna from above,
Be engulfed
by the awe of divine love.
And
journey beyond his abode here
Unto a
new and more heavenly
sphere.
Inspiration cannot be
bought.
It can only by a miracle be
wrought.
And reveals His love in each one.
Every leaf that falls I believe is known,
And there is a purpose for its life and death.
Each grain of sand I trust
is numbered,
And relegated to a
specific spot.
I cannot believe the
beauty of a flower is lost
Merely
because its petals fall to
earth.
No one will ever persuade
me that breath is wasted
Even by the
humblest and most abject of
creatures.
And I believe the
brightest light is not in the
sky,
But in our heart when we do the
right thing.
My belief, my faith is real.
Though bad may come my way,
There will be a better day.
Some day the sun will
shine,
And peace and joy will be
mine.
Tomorrow will be bright,
And
everything be all right.
In the
midst of ill
I keep on believing
still.
Despair I cast from me,
And
look for victory.
From the spring which within wells.
The poet is unbound.
Beneath the poet is holy ground.
The poet speaks gentle
words
Spoken only by singing
birds,
Or words to the
wise
Gathered where the eagle
flies.
The poet is a
prophet
Who has with unseen angels
met.
The poet has the voice
To
make one cry or rejoice.
