Tiffani's Miscellaneous Poetry Page, Part II

Updated August 18, 2008

Here are a few more of my poems for you to read. Enjoy!

Can you read some more poetry to us, please?

Twilight

The time of day that I love best,

The time when I feel truly blessed:

Twilight! Twilight!

When I can sit down and relax,

When everything fits the facts:

Twilight! Twilight!

As the day deepens into night,

When I turn on my indoor light:

Twilight! Twilight!

I watch the stars light up the sky

And understand the reason why:

Twilight! Twilight!

And all those stars I see above,

They tell me of undying love:

Twilight! Twilight!

Tiffani Pontchartrain

Renewal Of Life

The sun is peeking,

So softly seeking

All the hidden vales;

As it climbs higher,

Burning like a fire

Across the broad swales

Of grasses drifting

And ever lifting

Their heads to the breeze

While beams of light dance,

Gliding on the chance

Of clear, airborne seas.

The chinook blows warm

And then comes the storm;

Temperatures rise

And fields that were dry

Now look way up high

For dark, cloudy skies

To spread gentle rain

'Cross the thirsty plain.

Now watch as the trees

Spread limbs open wide,

Waiting for the tide

As plants wait for bees;

The pollen they bring,

While birds fly and sing,

Ensures the new birth

Of the land we know

With a subtle glow

Of hope for the earth;

Let's bring back the dream,

Like a bright sunbeam,

To this world so dark

That knows naught of love

That comes from above.

Now we must embark

On our journeys new

To clean and renew

Our sad, troubled land;

So when shall we see

What this world should be?

Will you lend a hand?

Tiffani Pontchartrain

Equal Love

As the first dance begins,

My legs are strong and true;

My heart beats swiftly as

I wrap my arms 'round you.

We glide across the floor,

Admiring what we see,

But what I most admire

Is you dancing with me.

The dancers glance at us,

Two women wrapped in love;

Enrapt with each other,

We thank our God above

For our time together,

For now we can marry

Whomever we may wish.

So, let us not tarry

En route to equal rights;

Give, then, everyone

The chance to show our love,

Forever bound as one.

We have now overcome

Demonic Tory spite,

All because we believe

In what we know is right.

So, as we dance along,

Remember this one thing:

There are those who hate us

And will not let us sing

Our songs of love and peace

For this sad, lonely world.

I've one last thought in mind:

Let our flag ne'er be furled!

Tiffani Pontchartrain

The Tryst

The sorrowing wind sighed through the willows

As he laid down on the Earth's soft pillows

To dream of times that soon would come once more.

Would he be the one to open the door

That leads to acts of cruel circumstance,

More often known as life's unending dance.

As she sits in a cafe dark and dim,

She strains to hear a distant martial hymn

That plays so softly there upon her ear.

Picking up her purse, she dispels her fear

And marches onward, beginning to hum,

Heart beating in time with the distant drum.

As night approaches and she grows weary,

With sounds becoming suddenly eerie,

She looks for somewhere to lie down and rest.

By the sighing winds, she's softly caressed

And drawn into a slumber both long and deep,

Into which unusual dreams then creep.

She dreams of him, lying upon the earth,

Never knowing his own substantial worth.

Nor realizing where it all must end.

He dreams of her, that he should call her friend,

Walk with her through the often twisting maze

Of insignificant, unhappy days,

Provide the shoulder on which she can lean,

Help her to see that which she has not seen.

She must, in turn, open her inner heart,

Be prepared to stand or make a new start,

Give him the love that he has rarely known,

Show him the garden where Hope's seeds are sown.

As he dreams on beneath the saddened trees,

She is awakened by a fitful breeze.

She rises and walks through the long night,

Until she sees the early morning light

Begin to glow over the shadowed land,

Shining full upon the soft, pearly strand

Of the seashore, which stretches ever on,

Revealed thus by the swiftly rising dawn.

Her heart keeps drawing her toward the north;

She takes one final look and then strides forth

To find that thing for which she long has sought;

It can only be found, and never bought.

At long last, her heart's pains she does revoke

Beneath the branches of a mighty oak.

As the young man joins her beneath the tree,

They dream of being eternally free.

Kneeling down beneath the oak's mighty boughs,

They swear to each other eternal vows:

To stand together, throughout their whole lives,

As long as their heart's partner still survives;

To be a partner, through thick and through thin,

And forever strengthen the love within;

To give assistance when one is in need,

To be a true friend, in word and in deed.

They finish their vows and stand, side by side,

Preparing to cross this world far and wide.

As they look out across the darkening sea,

They see the people that they wish to be.

Life is a journey, where one may be blest

And come, at last, to a deserving rest.

Tiffani Pontchartrain

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