crumples
intrepid angst,
a mellow dew past the
plank where the schooner rises,
full tide
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crumples
intrepid angst,
a mellow dew past the
plank where the schooner rises,
full tide
full tide,
sea's rhapsody
crescendoes, merciless.
marine orchestra then pulls back,
bowing.
Cold, How it is in my heart ,not only in my heart but everywhere . It cold so cold you feel like a naked molerat . Because it is cold all places in the United states. Tommorrow , We will have winterty mix marching at our door. How is it that Mother Winter can do such a thing?
Wrong form, brokenheartpoet, 2-4-6-8-2 syllables, and start with last line of previous poem ;)
Bowing,
the little man
takes my coat and my hat.
“Master Wong is waiting for you.
Go now.”
go now
and find yourself.
walk humbly with no fear.
seek until you have found your God
in you.
in you
The Muse is in you
be sure it is in you
to get the true inspiration
look at in your heart
your heart
beating with mine,
greater blessing, there's none!
draw me close to your very soul;
hold tight.
Hold tight
The confession
Of your faith without fear—
Counting Him faithful who made you
Promises... :angel:
promise,
this hand I give,
loyal in time of darkness,
be mine will thou? I carry your
sorrow,
sorrow
clings to my soul.
mercilessly, it bites,
but I cannot scream, it tires me.
I weep.
I weep,
For those who die,
Friendless, forsaken, lost—
No hand to hold in that dark hour—
Alone…
Alone
I walk upon
The road; the wild places
Hearken to God, and the stars talk
to stars.
(With apologies to Lermontov)
to stars
my thoughts ascend,
seeking beauty's solace.
they whisper an angelic love
poem.
To stars
Man has always
Looked with wonder and desire.
What lies out there beyond forever?
Awesome…
Poem.
A city falls.
A hero journeys home.
God's plan made manifest to men.
Awesome