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Here
is a selection of six poems from my
soon-to-be published poetry book
Water
from a Deeper Well
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FOR SARAH
Just enough passing
And all I love
Will be no more
Will exit
Through an unseen door
Gone from its place
Forevermore
Into the distant yonder.
Just enough passing
And all my passions
Burning bright
Will fade
Into their last goodnight
Though now I hold them
Dear and tight
The future brings "I wonder..."
Just enough passing
And memories
Will fade away
Bittersweet blurs of yesterdays
In second childhood
I will play
Awaiting distant thunder.
Just enough passing
And the sun will not
My shadow cast
I'll be a remnant of the past
Only what legacy I leave
Will last
Tomorrow's child to ponder.
© 1997 - Hobo Mountain Publishing.
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THE
CELLIST
(For Daniel.)
The
cellist bowed a single tone
It lingered in the air
And resonated in my soul
Released
A captive tear
The melancholy note he played
Stirred memories within
Oh, how I ached for long ago
And how things might have been
Sometimes I find I'm caught again
Just a word, a look, a soft
refrain
And the open wound I carry starts
to bleed
Free falling endlessly it seems
The way I often do in dreams
And all at once I feel so much in
need
Oh those little ice cold fingers
As in snowy grace they lie
You'd think I would forget them
As the years go drifting by
They say some hurt can make you
cry
That some can make you want to die
Or linger with you by and by
Buried too deep for tears
Yet...sometimes I find I'm caught
again
Just a word, a look, a soft
refrain
And the open wound I carry starts
to bleed
Free falling endlessly it seems
The way I often do in dreams
And all at once I feel so much in
need
And I yearn to kiss his rosy cheek
Gently hold him tight
God give you rest my darling child
Goodnight my son
Goodnight.
© 1999 - Hobo Mountain
Publishing.
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THE RACE
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The race is on
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The runner runs
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His stride is strong and
free
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He knows not where hes
going
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Nor where he wants to be
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He races on
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He rounds the bend
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Sees crossroads up ahead
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But indecision slows him
down
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And voices spin his head
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Succeed Succeed
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The man in green signals
he must go
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But the man in amber says
to wait
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And he doesnt really
know
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Quite what to do
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And
time moves on |
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Too late
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The man in red
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Has stopped the race
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The flag comes down
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The runners dead.
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© 1980 Hobo Mountain
Publishing.
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FORGIVE ME, LORD
JESUS
I watch so many
people
Pass every test I've failed
And in my hand hangs heavy
The hammer and the nails
As once again I crucify
My Savior to the cross
I despise my weakness
And cannot bear the loss
Oh how did I come to be
in-between
The Grace of GOD, and sin?
In dreams I run t'wards
Heaven's Gate
And voices mock me, "Late, too
late!
The Saints have entered long
ago..."
A world I fear I'll never know
Where GOD resides, and angels
sing
And sinners like me can't get
in.
Why so often do I stumble
Why is it that I fall?
I look inside and try to find
Some reason for it all
But I'm just a weary hobo
Wretched as can be
Who with tear-stained face
Beholds GOD'S Grace
Through Christ's blood...which
sets us free.
And in my hand hangs heavy
The hammer and the nails
And in my heart contrition
For every time I've failed.
Oh, give to me that cross LORD
And let me die with Thee
In death I live, my life I
give you
Here at Calvary.
© 2002 - Hobo Mountain
Publishing.
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ROSES
When
you were conceived
I danced about with roses in
my cheeks
And sang all day
And praised our GOD for
privileges
Such as these
Your eyes would be blue I
thought
Just like the sea
And we would grow together
You and me
Somehow I thought you knew I
loved you then...
Did you feel at all in those
days
Still safe within my womb
Did you hate me so very
much?
You could have run away like
other kids
But to die... I mean for
GOD'S sake!
They sent me roses you know
When you went away
I suppose to replace the
ones
I used to have in my
cheeks...
©
1977 - Hobo Mountain
Publishing.
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MEMORIES
Black night
Candlelight
Stark words upon white
paper
A weary mind
Spills secrets
From the heart
Onto the page
One by one
They tumble down
My pen is over easy
And I cannot
Go back to when
Silence set the stage
Will I lose you now I
wonder
Now that I have let you
know
Can true friends turn into
lovers
Will I have to let you go
It seemed so clear at
midnight
Alone on hallowed ground
But now confusion
envelopes me
And writes herself down.
© 1986 - Hobo
Mountain Publishing.
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