- 20 years in
- 20 years gone
- 20 years come
- 20 years done
- 20 years low
- 20 years high
- 20 years smile
- 20 years sigh
- 20 years joy
- 20 years pain
- 20 years love
- I’d do it again
Category: Poetry
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- I saw a laugh jump from his mouth, a tear fall from his eye.
- I saw him run, and climb, and jump, and cross the brooklet by.
- I saw him cheer a lonely face; I saw him make a friend.
- I saw his hands building love, his eyes compassion send.
- I walked with him; I talked with him; I shared with him my mind.
- I laughed with him; I played with him; he returned in kind.
- I camped with him; I ate with him; my wisdom did impart.
- I rowed with him; I drove with him; he’s ever in my heart.
- A man who worked.
- A man who taught.
- A man who led the way.
- A man who ran.
- A man who fought
- A good fight every day.
- A man who built.
- A man who planned.
- A man who always pulled.
- A man who hoped.
- A man who knew
- A glass was always full.
- A man who smiled.
- A man who laughed;
- A twinkle in his eye.
- A man who loved.
- A man who saw
- A need to always try.
- The unmounted creature danced on the skies,
- And the sparks from its heels are all left behind.
- Prancing through clouds all over the world,
- And as it did leave them behind itself furled.
- Hopping ’neath stars and above all the earth
- Living life eternal — no dying, no birth.
- Playing all alone — secluded — not knowing to wait,
- That at any spot moment, it’d meet its fate’s face.
- Girded and able, just hairs from its nose,
- Was its master or servant, only battle shall show.
- Sharp snorts and deep growls within each mighty chest
- Gave warning t’th’other that he is the best.
- And with that sweet music, the battle arose.
- Blood against blood, foe upon foe.
- The clash of strong horns and shatter of bones
- Rang through the air, through houses and homes.
- The froth which escaped from each snarled lip
- Fell to the earth like a crack from a whip.
- Charging and striking with each battle scar,
- Each beast is collided, each does its harm.
- Tired and weary, yet still at full force.
- Striking and smashing — an inevitable course.
- And with one mighty lunge, the battle does end,
- Each victor ’side failure, to ne’er fight again.
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The River Turner
- They lift the eagle through the air
- They gave the bees their drone
- They guide the dolphin through the sea
- They built the lion’s throne
- They painted monarchs black and gold
- They quench the rose’s thirst
- They lit the sun and kindled stars
- They make the geysers squirt
- They stir the colours of the sky
- When dawn and dusk emerge
- They blanket Earth with snowy white
- When fall and spring converge
- They pause for faith, they guide for fear
- They juggle joy and pain
- They strike for wrong, they lift for right
- They hid when he was slain
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St. Valentine’s Trap?
- Today’s the day when husbands fret
- And wonder what their wives to get
- To show their love with costly things
- Hearts of red and golden strings.
- Florists rake in quite the cash
- Bakers make the chocolate dash
- Stuffers stuff some record bears
- Jewellers cut more diamonds rare.
- Men run wild all over town
- Here and there and up and down
- They know they can’t this day to shirk
- They grab their gifts right after work.
- What thought is there in all of this?
- Do chocolates, bears replace the kiss?
- Do diamonds, jewels replace the poem?
- Do flowers, smells make the home?
- Is love restrained to just one day?
- Cannot the love be here to stay?
- Is this what all the women want?
- Do they need this yearly jaunt?
- To love one’s spouse is quite divine
- And love today is surely fine.
- But love’s not in the gold nor day
- It’s found in all we do and say.
- Let us all of men unite.
- Resolve to treat our spouses right.
- Let us love the whole year round,
- And show just where are hearts are found.
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Regan’s Birth
- Two days ago, right after school,
- I came right home, and filled the pool.
- We found a leak, and scrapped that plan.
- Then moved upstairs. Two hours had spanned.
- Two hours more, and things were close.
- Out of the tub and to our posts.
- Just after six and out he came
- A little boy, Regan’s his name.
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Rodents, Birds, and Mastodons
- I saw an army marching slowly o’er the hill
- With guns and cannons blaring enough to make one ill.
- Then they kept on coming, the valley they did fill.
- When I saw the soldiers, they were stranger still.
- Nine hundred six were el’phants with stars across their backs.
- Their ev’ry step that thundered made ev’ry boulder crack.
- Nine hundred six were eagles lined within a stack
- With blood-red painted bellies and iv’ry in their packs.
- Yet who could they be fighting on that tiny, tiny plain?
- I turned my gaze over away from all the rain.
- And right smack in the middle on an isle that seems to wane
- Was a roaring purple lion that breathed a roaring flame.
- Well, fifty-four were tortured by the fire’s flaming heat,
- And forty others suffered behind their comrade’s feet.
- The rest had been quite frightened and before they could e’en speak,
- Their commander blew the trumpet, and then he yelled, “Retreat!”
- Many years went by, and the valley thought it well,
- And ’twasn’t long ’til beavers had a population swell.
- They knew something’s awry, but couldn’t just quite tell
- When they saw the army r’turning bigger than when they fell.
- There were no guns nor cannons. They made far too much noise.
- Rather gold was now their weapon and the promise of great toys.
- The beavers gladly ’ccepted and thanked them for the joys,
- And the beavers’ big-chinned leader led them to their death.
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A Harvest of Love
- All alone, yet there he was, knelt beside another.
- Speaking soft, touching slight, trying not to be a bother.
- Reaching out, screams of pain, in a way he felt so distant.
- Carry on, hold on more, it’s but another instant
- Hours drag on, the dusk is gone, and dawn begins to rise
- The stars now sleep, the birds now peep, and pinks now fill the sky.
- The sun wakes up, the earth warms up, the snow begins to melt
- It isn’t long b’fore the waited song amongst the two is felt.
- Years gone by. Sorrow, loss, and longing often lived
- Within the hearts, beside the souls, without a want or give.
- But now the time is quickly here and all these flee away
- Replaced with joy and peace and love, all which plan to stay.
- And then it’s gone, the pain, the work, and all the world seems still
- With all else now just leaving home, the two embrace their thrill.
- And now when two were once made three, and three were then made two.
- There stood again the two now three, and three with life anew.
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Do It Unto the Least of These
- He clasped the coal, still glowing red, from off his wooden floor
- And placed it back within the flame. A knock was at his door.
- T’was dark outside and very late, and the snow fell thick and hard.
- He knew not of a single soul who would trek across his yard.
- He cautiously stood from his knees and crept across the room.
- Unsure who waited there outside beneath the crescent moon.
- His hand reached out, then paused a bit, then grabbed the metal latch.
- Pulling down, familiar creaks, and then the lock did catch.
- Before his face stood weary thin, a man so dark and frail.
- His bony hands, chapped and raw, gripped the iron rail.
- His clothes were thin, ripped and worn. No hat was on his head.
- T’was in his hand, upside down, a dark and dirty red.
- His eyes looked back, dark and wide, and shadowed from the light.
- His hair was long and full of knots and pathetic to the sight.
- His bearded chin began to quake, and parched lips began to part.
- His words were short and almost dead, but shot straight to the heart.
- He brought him in and sat him down upon a wooden chest.
- The man obliged, moving slow, grateful for the rest.
- The stranger’s boots were taken off to dry beside the fire.
- His feet were bare, no socks in sight, and sore and wet and tired.
- A blanket fell, thick and dry, upon his crooked back.
- A ceramic tub soaked his feet, misshapen and quite cracked.
- Within a moment, a platter sat upon his feeble lap.
- With bread and cheese, an apple too, and water from the tap.
- When he was done, he was led across the narrow hall.
- To a spacious room, with a double bed, and a mirror on the wall.
- The mattress firm, the blankets heavy, laid well upon himself.
- And as he closed his heavy eyes, he glanced toward a shelf.
- When the host awoke that morn and rose from off the floor
- He saw the boots were now long gone and his guest was too no more.
- The bed was made, the covers tight, and a book lay there on top.
- He lifted it, glanced the page and then his eyes did stop.
- He saw the words from long ago describe what he had done.
- He saw a man in need of care and brought him in his home.
- And now the words he read just then caused guilt and pain, regret.
- For he had paused and questioned why to help this stranger yet.