current | archives | profile | contact | rings | the spark! | cast | extras | fans | email | gbook | notes | host | design | wishlist

Poetry
Monday, Apr. 07, 2003, 1:44 p.m.

last - next

Poetry: Through the years, I've written many poems. Some have been good, others have been horrible. As I find them, I will add them here. These are some recent poems.

Moon Dance

I pause, looking at the afternoon sky

I breathe in, then I see her

Lady moon, floating above the old oak

She has arrived a bit early,

and looks

Quite lovely in her powder blue gown

She glides in gracefully,

and so silently

That the Sun does not seem to notice

Her grace calms the air

And I exhale the worries of my day

As She dances her way to the higher heavens,

changing her gown to a midnight blue

To Believe

The roots grow deeply, digging in silence

Seeking not the bottom, but the source

Words wrap around my fingers

Dripping onto the page

And I let them splash where they will

Grasping onto a thought

brought on by gold foil

wrapped around a green pot and some leaves

I find myself searching

for meaning and purpose

And for something true to believe

As it ends, I learn only

that words are the rain

That will seep down and help me to grow

So I'll form my thoughts loosely

and keep my eyes open

And leave room for things

I don't know

Miles from Bagdad

Dedicated to the Storey Family Heroes

Miles from Baghdad, we sleep and eat

Miles from Baghdad the empty streets

Cracked and worn

The sun is a torch that burns my eyes

I think of my home where the eagle flies

Free and strong

Nighttime is noisy, It's dark and bright

Each clap of thunder reveals a sight

Too horrible for eyes to see

Tomorrow we take it, the plan has been set

Take it and burn it and bomb it by jet

With latex masks on just in case

My body is tired, my mind cannot think

My stomach near empty, my mouth longs for drink

I guess this is what they call war

A Memory of a Moment

Alone in the darkness

small

At the end of the tunnel

Noises

Voices

Become only one

One picture, one sound, one mind

All reasoning pushed backward and covered with brown

This horizantal tornado

Between her and me

Baghdad

It is a moment that really needs no explanation. When a man walks out from under the shadow of tyranny, the sky is boundless above him and the sun shines more brightly and purely than any star. I smile for you. I smile with you. Your joy brings my heart joy. -4/9/03

last - next