Mark's Poetry
A Nuclear Mourning ©
The way it was
before the storm
A flash of light
The cause to mourn
A whistle blows to symbol death
As our world takes
It's one last breath
A world so dear, we say we love
But holds the gun
That kills the dove
The dove of peace that brings the light
But we must show
Our strength, our might
Our might created this nuclear blast
A power so great
That nothing could last
The light has spread to capture all
The strong grow weak
The buildings fall
The spirits lost, the bodies melt
No voices heard
No heartbeats felt
Our fauna stripped down to the bone
We long for life
A different tone
With no one else to take the blame
We started this
Now live in shame
A planet once so beauty bound
We mourn for what
Our might once found
Mark Nienaber
MY DREAM ©
I've dreamt of beauty
As pure as white
An angel in mind
And an angel in sight
My dream was short
Yet controlled my all
The thought of wake
Sent my heart to a fall
My dream was perfect
Of gardens of green
Of roses of red
Our love was foreseen
My dream was recurring
Yet regrets can't be found
You stood there before me
I dropped to the ground
My dream became clear
My duty my need
To seek out your love
Off your passion I feed
From my dream I awoke
Yet my heart not in two
My love overwhelms me
My dream has come true
Mark Nienaber
Happy Birthday Darling ©
I'm lying here
tonight
Just like all the rest
But I'm thinking of you Darling
And I feel I must confess.
Last night I slept,
and while I slept,
My mind began to dream,
I dreamt of us, but not this time,
For we had aged it seemed.
It was very late at
night,
We were walking hand in hand,
The waves let out a gentle sigh,
While the moon lit up the sand.
We walked for miles
without a word,
The silence said it all,
And every time we parted hands,
I just began to fall.
When I woke, a tear,
Rolled slowly down my cheek,
From Joy to loss and lonliness,
I had not seen you for a week.
It's times like
these, when I feel down,
When I've not seen you for some time,
That I know how much I need you,
That I wish that you were mine.
Sometimes we talk
and I feel close,
And other times far away,
I feel my words are taken wrong,
So I feel the need to say.
My angel how I love
you so,
No matter what I say,
So Happy Birthday Darling,
May this poem make your day.
Mark Nienaber
More to come....