That young gal there is a dreamer
you can see it in her pretty eyes.
And I'm certain that she'll do something...great
when her star begins to rise.
She has walked away from love and a life
that wasn't right for her, you see,
to complete the goals and pursue the dreams
that she's worked for desperately.
She's a laugher and a lover
a teacher and a friend
And we all will miss her very much
though this hardly is the end.
As she heads toward the horizon
I'll be sad to see her go
She woke up my silent, sleeping heart
and is a gal I'm glad to know.
And if you ever meet her, you'll know what I say is true
That she's a catch, one in a billion
and you'll be glad to know her, too.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
The 100th Post (sort of)
So, this is technically post 100. What many of you probably don't realize is that right now I have about a dozen short stories, as well as a small novel, in the works. I had originally wanted to make this post either an excerpt from the novel or one of the stories that will be featured in the appendix of said novel. However, due to my work schedule and apparent ADHD, I don't actually have most of the stories done. Oops. Any other writers know what that's like? Yeah. You do.
Anyway, I've done a lot of other writing while I'm at my job and have been happy with most of it. As such, post 100 will be another mash-up of poetry and prose. It is somewhat amazing to me the things that inspire me and what I am inspired to write (the last poem in particular).
I hope you enjoy the post.
*****
Untitled
I don't know how many stars grace the sky
Or how many angels can dance on a pin.
I don't know how many roads a man must walk
Nor where a rainbow ends or begins.
But I know when I'm with you the stars shine more bright
and angels don't dance - they sing
When I walk next to you the world seems to slow, and time stops...
while we do our thing.
*****
River
Were all the stars in the sky combined
they would still fall short of her splendor
The moon shines full and bright on nights
just so everyone can see her
The fire light twinkles in her eyes
though it is dull compared to her smile
And happily at night I drift to sleep
just to dream of her for awhile.
*****
Angel on high
An angel come to earth from above
An ache in my heart is whispering "love"
Unnoticed this mere mortal
But will she take note if I make her chortle?
Her smile alone is divine
Could bringing her laughter make her mine?
Or will she pass me by,
an angel, just visiting, returned to on high?
*****
Artsy
Statues might well just crumble when you are near,
for they cannot compare.
And orchestral melodies are nothing to your voice,
mere noise upon the air.
No painter's brush can capture your glory,
none should venture to even start.
For when you were made the mold was broken-
you're God's greatest work of art..
*****
Ode to a Beautiful Sky
Clear and blue though the heavens may be
they seem pale when I compare
their cobalt hues to those beautiful eyes
with their most radiant stare.
Colors seem muted when you pass by
knowing that to shine bright
would be like drops of water used
in a wildfire fight.
No beauty compares to the shadow you cast
and kings would bow at your feet
while invalids would up and climb mountains
if your lovely eyes they could meet
*****
Em
Skin so fine and fair
like ivory in the summer sun
A smile bright as novas on a quiet, moonless night.
Beauty, rare and wonderful.
Deep, dark eyes gaze out across the desert plains,
like pools or wells they promise growth and abundance.
Like mountain springs, they glitter in the sun and promise life to
those who take a moment
to drink them in.
*****
Em2
Pink, full lips that speak softly of the world
around her.
A beautiful soul given form. To caress
her lovely cheek or allow my fingers
to swim
through the flowing river that is her hair,
or to get lost in those cavernous eyes...
eyes that hold, no doubt, a treasure beyond worth.
Such things would be bliss. Such bliss would be to truly
live.
*****
When I Come to You
I'll come to you while it's late at night,
sometimes while you're asleep
And take you far away from there
in silence...not a peep.
Sometimes I come while you are walking
Alone at a quiet part.
The time of day makes no difference for
when I come it is always dark.
I'll hold you when you're very young
or when old and in need of rest.
Nice to meet you, by the way. My name is
Azrael. But you folks
call me Death.
No need to fear when I come for you
or a loved one you hold dear.
For I've walked beside you since yo were born,
I have
always
been near.
Ready to take your pain away
when the time is finally right,
when you've suffered so much and cannot bear
to continue in your fight.
I may come in youth, in prime, or old age
I can promise this without fail -
I will bring you peacefully home, someday.
See you then.
Signed,
Azrael
Anyway, I've done a lot of other writing while I'm at my job and have been happy with most of it. As such, post 100 will be another mash-up of poetry and prose. It is somewhat amazing to me the things that inspire me and what I am inspired to write (the last poem in particular).
I hope you enjoy the post.
*****
Untitled
I don't know how many stars grace the sky
Or how many angels can dance on a pin.
I don't know how many roads a man must walk
Nor where a rainbow ends or begins.
But I know when I'm with you the stars shine more bright
and angels don't dance - they sing
When I walk next to you the world seems to slow, and time stops...
while we do our thing.
*****
River
Were all the stars in the sky combined
they would still fall short of her splendor
The moon shines full and bright on nights
just so everyone can see her
The fire light twinkles in her eyes
though it is dull compared to her smile
And happily at night I drift to sleep
just to dream of her for awhile.
*****
Angel on high
An angel come to earth from above
An ache in my heart is whispering "love"
Unnoticed this mere mortal
But will she take note if I make her chortle?
Her smile alone is divine
Could bringing her laughter make her mine?
Or will she pass me by,
an angel, just visiting, returned to on high?
*****
Artsy
Statues might well just crumble when you are near,
for they cannot compare.
And orchestral melodies are nothing to your voice,
mere noise upon the air.
No painter's brush can capture your glory,
none should venture to even start.
For when you were made the mold was broken-
you're God's greatest work of art..
*****
Ode to a Beautiful Sky
Clear and blue though the heavens may be
they seem pale when I compare
their cobalt hues to those beautiful eyes
with their most radiant stare.
Colors seem muted when you pass by
knowing that to shine bright
would be like drops of water used
in a wildfire fight.
No beauty compares to the shadow you cast
and kings would bow at your feet
while invalids would up and climb mountains
if your lovely eyes they could meet
*****
Em
Skin so fine and fair
like ivory in the summer sun
A smile bright as novas on a quiet, moonless night.
Beauty, rare and wonderful.
Deep, dark eyes gaze out across the desert plains,
like pools or wells they promise growth and abundance.
Like mountain springs, they glitter in the sun and promise life to
those who take a moment
to drink them in.
*****
Em2
Pink, full lips that speak softly of the world
around her.
A beautiful soul given form. To caress
her lovely cheek or allow my fingers
to swim
through the flowing river that is her hair,
or to get lost in those cavernous eyes...
eyes that hold, no doubt, a treasure beyond worth.
Such things would be bliss. Such bliss would be to truly
live.
*****
When I Come to You
I'll come to you while it's late at night,
sometimes while you're asleep
And take you far away from there
in silence...not a peep.
Sometimes I come while you are walking
Alone at a quiet part.
The time of day makes no difference for
when I come it is always dark.
I'll hold you when you're very young
or when old and in need of rest.
Nice to meet you, by the way. My name is
Azrael. But you folks
call me Death.
No need to fear when I come for you
or a loved one you hold dear.
For I've walked beside you since yo were born,
I have
always
been near.
Ready to take your pain away
when the time is finally right,
when you've suffered so much and cannot bear
to continue in your fight.
I may come in youth, in prime, or old age
I can promise this without fail -
I will bring you peacefully home, someday.
See you then.
Signed,
Azrael
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