Sample POEtry

 

From Surviving Moo — the debut collection. Three Sample poems to sit with. They move from tenderness to ache to hope. Each is paired with an image from the book. Start anywhere. Take your time.

 

Beginnings

Slowly passin’ “bye” from my young life

Enter now this new born beginning

New faces old meanings

My prime is here

 

There’s a new life happy life

Beautiful morning

Fate is kind love is blind

Sweet voices callin’

 

Streets full of children

Some naked and ill

House made of tires

Stands lonely and still

Trash cans rotten crumbs

Ease of a poor man’s pain

 

Castle of gold stands mighty and bold

The queen and her princess

The king’s heart she holds

Lovers’ cry riches buy

Tears of a poor man’s shame

 

Someday we’ll find love

Peace that we’re longin’

Brighter than starlight

Cool as the dawnin’

Precious life’s moments

We’ll share together

 

Come and live

This new born beginning

Enter now this new world of giving

 

⁠cold nights

Rest awhile; it’s cold.

Feel the night; it’s slowly passing.

When you read this poem,

smile; you’re not alone.

 

Don’t be sad; don’t feel bad.

Loveless child, just call on me.

I will take you home.

When you’re glum, you might find

love is gone, it isn’t.

 

All you feel is doubt,

and your mind is full of sorrow.

Must you cry out loud?

All will pass; there is tomorrow.

 

Give a smile.

You will find it’s nice to feel it.

Loveless child, heart of stone,

take me, I’m your home.

 

Through this flight,

you and I sharing love we’re missing.

Rest your head on mine.

Close your eyes, so tired and weary.

As you sleep through the night,

I will keep the burning light.

 

Dream awhile

you will find the meaning of your life’s desire.

Loveless child, your world is born.

Take me, I’m your home.

 

⁠the light

Soon the light, soon the light

Soon the light will shine

Soon the light will shine upon in the mornin’

 

I remember sometime way back years ago

Tattered children in a place of woe

There were tears and hunger

In the land of plunder

Too mean, too violent, too cold

 

From the Northern mountains

To the Southern plains

Tears of rangin’ war, disunited race

 

While the giant watches

Their witless games

Feeding fire to their flame

 

... this is not the end of the poem, more to come soon