The passion of poetry
words laid bare
thoughts of wisdom everywhere
moments of beauty when are hearts sing
words beating with our writing
never a moment never a day
when beauty of words comes out to play
just like a hmyn we may sing
words in our brain
come out buzzing.
I rumble and roar out side your door
flashing and crashing with a mighty roar.
I send sparks flashing across the sky
you think its just another bonfire fire night.
But your memorys not quite clear
flash backs of the past
war and fear.
Artilery coming inbound loud and clear
its all to clear .
Post ruamtic stress
suffered by those far and near.
The effects of war
thunder lightening and tears
our veterans suffer these for years.
While you and I sleep in peace.
The night is the realm of darkness and fear
where shadowy creatures hide, creep, lurk and appear.
From shadowy crevices they come and crawl
creatures of evil appear having a ball.
Cunning and devious with out any cares
Preying on less fortunate vulnerable bring them fear.
Dark and deceitful they haunt and hunt there prey
no care in the world but to harm others each day.
Blood thirsty beats haveing there say
bringing eveil and harm along the way.
Rainbows of warriers float across the sky
puffs of white moisture so beautiful and light
so white and soft for all of us to see
like cottons buds of different shapes and sizes changing constantly
the beauty of our creator we look up and see
his magical art work a real masterpiece.
Poetry of of life is a beautiful play
where were words come out with a voice
and have there say
poetry is a story which sometimes comes true
poetry is the beauty of words
which i write for you
poetry is feelings of life which rhyme away
words performing a beautiful play.
My eyes had been awakened
by a ghostly sight I did see
I wasnt shakened but calm and at ease.
It was so brief it lingered there
this ghostly apparition of life
But why had it come,
had it come to me
this ghostly apparition which
I see ,I see I see before me.
Did it once live here in its life one day
or was it someone I had known who had passed away.
was it happy about seeing me
or was it just passing my way and stopped and just decided
to stop, and stare, and gaze at me
and be appart of my nightly awakenings
or maybe my dreams.
In flash nothing was there
oh well to sleep again
back in my lair.
It didnt speak it didnt give me a message
why should I care
my eyes had been awakened
I just stopped ,glanced and stared.
Arise she did no longer did she lay
upon the bed untill the light of day.
Then up she was upon her feet
my sweet angel so beautiful and sweet.
go in a moment up ,up ,and away
her wings flapped heaven called her away.
then all that was left was lonely little me,
my heavenly beauty had deserted me.