I fight alone
but for One
Rooted within myself
I am stronger
I sit watchful
present
and mindful
of the past
dubious
yet trusting
faithful
yet realistic
having foresaken all
but One
I hold His light
within my soul
and know
Poems from the Red Bird House
I don't write poetry very often. And when I do, it never seems to be any good. To me at least. But then again, I'm not a big fan of poetry to begin with. So, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy my poetry.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
In the Shade
Sitting in the shade
of the deepest thank you
lies an i love you.
Confused by meaning
and doubtful of honesty
yet wishing for truth,
it becomes hopeful.
With a heart of forgiveness
amid the grace of God,
a soul rests in peace
finally more couragous
than the love it feared.
of the deepest thank you
lies an i love you.
Confused by meaning
and doubtful of honesty
yet wishing for truth,
it becomes hopeful.
With a heart of forgiveness
amid the grace of God,
a soul rests in peace
finally more couragous
than the love it feared.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
The Haiku Experiment - August 2009
The Haiku Experiment
The dark morning sky
so filled with the moon and stars
fought the coming sun.
~
Feet crunching gravel
Music blasting soundlessly
Birds scatter above
~
Blue glass against blue sky
Sun reflects off green water
Stopped in tracks on trail
~
I know who I am
Juliet to Romeo
Wordlessly unsaid
~
A flash of lightening
In a cloudless star-filled sky
Trees bent by chaos
~
luck blown in the wind
chance hidden before the eyes
until warmed by touch
~
Cool sheets warm the soul
Amid lawless anarchy
Calmed by dreams of her.
August 21-22, 2009
The dark morning sky
so filled with the moon and stars
fought the coming sun.
~
Feet crunching gravel
Music blasting soundlessly
Birds scatter above
~
Blue glass against blue sky
Sun reflects off green water
Stopped in tracks on trail
~
I know who I am
Juliet to Romeo
Wordlessly unsaid
~
A flash of lightening
In a cloudless star-filled sky
Trees bent by chaos
~
luck blown in the wind
chance hidden before the eyes
until warmed by touch
~
Cool sheets warm the soul
Amid lawless anarchy
Calmed by dreams of her.
August 21-22, 2009
Saturday, June 12, 2010
In Silence
My world is quiet
like the moments
just before sunrise
when everyone whispers
for fear of waking the day
too early.
I exist in silence.
I come and go,
go and come.
No one takes notice,
says hello,
or asks why.
I do not shout,
stomp my feet,
or even speak.
I am still,
yet my mind is not.
There is little serenity in my solitude.
I'm getting used to it.
It's a good lesson for later.
A time will come
when this is all there is,
all there can be,
and all I want.
One day I will fade away
like summer into fall,
slowly and purposefully.
And no one will know
I am gone
until I am.
like the moments
just before sunrise
when everyone whispers
for fear of waking the day
too early.
I exist in silence.
I come and go,
go and come.
No one takes notice,
says hello,
or asks why.
I do not shout,
stomp my feet,
or even speak.
I am still,
yet my mind is not.
There is little serenity in my solitude.
I'm getting used to it.
It's a good lesson for later.
A time will come
when this is all there is,
all there can be,
and all I want.
One day I will fade away
like summer into fall,
slowly and purposefully.
And no one will know
I am gone
until I am.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
She Sleeps - Three Poems
She sleeps
fitfully
fighting demons
I can't possibly scare away.
I wish
I hope
I try
to help
to cure
It's who I am
Who I want to be
To everyone
but to her
more than anyone
~
She sleeps
beautifully
I watch silently
writing here
drinking there
TV whispering football
I long for her
to hold
to touch
to feel
to lay besides her
But I stay where I am
here to her
there
watching silently
as she sleeps
beautifully
~
She sleeps
quietly
while thunder rumbles
distantly
lightening flashes once
and then no more
I write of hope
and like
and maybe a little
fear
of today
and tomorrow
and yesterday
She sleeps
and I am
inspired.
fitfully
fighting demons
I can't possibly scare away.
I wish
I hope
I try
to help
to cure
It's who I am
Who I want to be
To everyone
but to her
more than anyone
~
She sleeps
beautifully
I watch silently
writing here
drinking there
TV whispering football
I long for her
to hold
to touch
to feel
to lay besides her
But I stay where I am
here to her
there
watching silently
as she sleeps
beautifully
~
She sleeps
quietly
while thunder rumbles
distantly
lightening flashes once
and then no more
I write of hope
and like
and maybe a little
fear
of today
and tomorrow
and yesterday
She sleeps
and I am
inspired.
Now I Do
dimly lit shadows
and the bite of a breeze
blowing me back
seeping into my soul
muddy footprints behind
my sticky shoe steps forward
into the unknown
solid ground seemingly impossible
my heart's silent banging deafens
a hand reaches to steady me
words said yet unheard
once I would not
now I do
and the bite of a breeze
blowing me back
seeping into my soul
muddy footprints behind
my sticky shoe steps forward
into the unknown
solid ground seemingly impossible
my heart's silent banging deafens
a hand reaches to steady me
words said yet unheard
once I would not
now I do
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