Does anybody know any amazing poems they would like to share?
Tic Toc Tic Life is wonderful, but oh, so short > Like a snapshot from the heart > So tell them now while all are here > Your friends, your family you love so dear > Be generous and helpful for those in need > I reap with joy for sowing the seed > I’m so filled with love, I feel obsessed > But the stroke of the clock comes less and less > Now my eyes flicker, my mind at full rest > Sweet voices I hear, you have passed the test By Corgingus
I know. I think. I desperately want to be happy. I love her with every fiber in my soul. I want our family to be together, happy, prosperous. I will spend my days and nights protecting, nurturing, and loving them all. I think the cosmic powers that be seem to be upset with me. I am being paid back for the bad person I have seemed to be. I wasn’t a very good husband, father and friend in the past years. For every wrong I have previously committed I am paying back ten heart aches. I know I believe that I can overcome all this. I can find and hold onto my happiness. My love for our new family can find a way to not only survive but grow. My strength, her strength, and our love will find a way through this darkness and find our light. I know we will love.
At the stoplight waiting for the light nine a.m. downtown San Francisco a bright yellow garbage truck with two garbagemen in red plastic blazers standing on the back stoop one on each side hanging on and looking down into an elegant open Mercedes with an elegant couple in it The man in a hip three-piece linen suit with shoulder-length blond hair & sunglasses The young blonde woman so casually coifed with short skirt and coloured stockings on the way to his architect’s office And the two scavengers up since four a.m. grungy from their route on the way home The older of the two with grey iron hair and hunched back looking down like some gargoyle Quasimodo And the younger of the two also with sunglasses&long hair about the same age as the Mercedes driver And both scavengers gazing down as from a great distance at the cool couple as if they were watching some odorless TV ad in which everything is always possible And the very red light for an instant holding all four close together as if an
I adore the poem ‘Footprints’. That’s a bit of a common one though. I don’t particularly like it on a religious level, maybe it’s just sentiment. By Mary Stevenson ‘One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it: “LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.” T
