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Poetry by John Romstadt

"Sands of my Hour Glass"

You are as the night
that my heart doth restfully sleep
that covers my sleep-filled eyes
of hazel hue
longing for one more glimpse
of life with you
and the days
of burgundy wine
sipped on verdant lawns
'neath the whispering of Weeping Willow sways
to the Autumn breeze

You are as the light
that radiance warms
the chill of loneliness from a suffering soul
awakening the day-dreams dawning
resplendent view
soothsaying visions of a life content

You are as the rapids
in the river of my life streams flow
exciting
yet dangerous
to the flow of my heart's yearnings

You are as time eternal
to twilight dawning
as the sands of my hour glass
silently pour

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

"Oh Angel Near"

Oh angel that is gaurding near
Please listen to my prayer and hear
Protect my love for whom I weep
And keep her safe while she does sleep

In this sickness my love I avow
Please give me the strength I need now
To conquer my fears of what could be
For she means so very much to me

Oh angel who is guarding near
Hold her in your arms so dear
Keep her from the things I fear
So she may return to those she holds dear

Guide the hands of those who care
Help them see what may be there
Give her strength for what she may need
Please listen to my prayer I plead

Oh Angel that is standing by
Please listen even though I cry
Help her heal and return with me
To our home and family

One last thing before I go
Give her peace so she may know
How much I love her so

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

"A Kind Touch"

Lives may touch but for a brief moment in eternity,
But this moment may change how we see,
The beauty or the pain that may be found,
In the destiny which we are bound.
For a single chance meeting,
Could change life's meaning,
And one person's kind touch,
Can mean so very much
And with this kind touch, good feelings intensify,
Or maybe bad feelings they may pacify.
This person may be a stranger or someone we know,
But this person may make your good feelings grow.
When sadness and hurry
Are part of life's big worry,
And Pain and sorrow,
Make us dread for tomorrow.
They may greet you with a smile or some pleasant thought.
Not even realize the good they have wrought.
Sometimes it's just small things, that mean so much.
Maybe just the feelings of a gentle touch,
That make us appreciate so much,
This chance meeting of fate, that brought this kind touch.

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

"On Wings Of Beauty"

Thou art an angel heaven sent
On wings of beauty to me thou fly
A heart with a love so innocent
It can only make me breath a sigh
For countless nights in loneliness spent
Lost in the darkness since my demise
The light of thy beauty so eloquent
Now shines deep within my eyes
Gentle be thy nature, sweet be thy scent
On wings of beauty thou humble the sky
Oh angel of beauty heaven sent
Look into my sad eyes
Make my heart so content
And muffle my weeping sighs
Take me into thy firmament
Make my spirit rise
Bring me to my Lord for His judgement
So on thy wings of beauty I can fly

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

"The Image In The Mirror"

Youth is but a memory,
Reminded by the image in the mirror.
Times not the enemy,
It's just the aging we fear.
The change in this image we see,
Erases the image of what used to be,
And time passes without end,
And youth's but a faded memory we send.
Lines will change our face,
Caused from time passing by.
But, old memories we still chase,
And still we ask.... why?
Why does our bodies change,
When our minds stay the same?
Why do our features rearrange,
And why does this cause pain?
Aren't we the same person deep down inside?
The one in the photo that time keeps passing by.
I know the person who's reflection I see.
The image has changed, but I know It's still me.

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

"The Brightness That's You"

Even in the dawn of the bleakest morning,
I awaken with the brightness that's you.
And the cool blue gray of the mornings dawning,
Is transfused by the warmth from your brightening hue.

As these remnants of darkest night,
Cling to the morning sky,
And colors suffuse this dawning light,
Your radiant beauty catches my eye.
And this gold light mixed with faint red
Brightens the visage of your perfect face,
Cradled in the pillow of our bed,
Makes my heart start to race.
For golden highlights in your hair, like a halo. from an angel heaven sent,
Surround the beauty I find there and make my heart so content.

© John Romstadt - Copyright March 28th 1998

" Her Timless Plight "


      When the dawn awakes
      And challenges night
      The moon forsakes 
      The heavens in flight

      Across the sky
      Her timeless plight
      Brings a sigh
      Of two lovers delight

      Her silver glow
      Enlightened their play
      But it's time to go
      Here dawns a new day

      Along her path new lovers to greet
      Her timeless plight a new journey to meet

"Memories"


      Memories
      The attic of the mind
      Filled with the past
      We wade through cobwebs to find
      The treasures
      Locked deep inside
      Forgotten
      Not meant to hide
      The pleasures
      We discover
      When we unlock the door
      The treasures
      Remembered
      From times gone before
      The sorrow
      The joy
      Locked away for tomorrow
      Put away
      Forgotten
      Until that tomorrow
      When we look for the past
      Behind that locked door
      The attic of our mind
      The memories we store

"Illusions"


      Time passes
      We feel regret
      Take chances
      Not what we expect
      Dreams are shattered
      Illusions are made
      Friends are scattered
      Youth did fade
      We exist
      Time won't relent
      Troubles persist
      Is this what was meant
      Happiness a delusion
      Disappointment a fact
      Could life be an illusion
      Or just a bad act
      Hope for a good life
      Is this a delusion
      Life without strife
      Only an illusion

"Time"


      I sift the sand
      that measures the stand
      controled by the threads of fate

      I measure the span
      in the destiny of man
      on the hands of time you wait

      I am the fouth place
      to the demension of space
      in the continuum it's all found relevant

      I control the flow
      to your earthly show
      the corridors to past and present

      The past I hold
      the present I mold
      the future I know quite well

      The past you may seek
      the future try to peek
      but my secrets I won't tell

      For I control the glass
      the hours that pass
      the sands of time run swift

      So think about now
      quit wondering how
      and remember time is my gift

"Nature"

I am Nature
my tears fall in vain
they burn like acid
in the falling rain

I send bolts of lightning
to repair the rift
but man's
great progress
keeps destoying my gift

The hole keeps getting bigger
the warming has begun
how will I hold back
the effects of the sun

The oceans will rise
continents will fall
although I try
I can't do it all

My forests are falling
how far will they go
a new seed is planted
why won't it grow

My rivers flow tainted
it's fish cannot live
my heart keeps on breaking
how much can I give

My creatures he hunts
to extinction they fall
even to himself
this fate soon may call

I've given to this old Earth
all I can give
it's now up to man
to decide if he will live

I am Nature
hear me cry
your killing the Earth
no matter how I try

Fate will cut her threads
the sands of Time will run dry
Death waits at your door
for you surely will die

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

"Fate"


      Her hands play the cords
      strings of destiny preordain'd
      cut to measure
      the life we obtain
      Length will be determin'd
      by the luck of her draw
      on the length of her strings
      does our life span fall
      The quality of the string
      determines the quality of life
      golden for richness
      black for strife
      If she's smitten
      and given her whimsy
      the mood she is in
      could make your cord quite flimsy
      Tempt her we should not
      for her scissors are sharp
      anger her at all
      you could be playing a harp
      Things in our life
      determin'd by the tapestry she weaves
      people we meet
      but crossing strings that she leaves
      True love determin'd
      by how tight the braid
      entwining strings
      from the tangl'd skein she's made

"Death"


      I am the darkness waiting at thy door
      The time that waits never-ever-more
      I am the the stealer of thy dying breath
      The first thou shalt see the moment of thy death
      I am the thought on thy lips never-ever said
      The voice of a hunger never fed
      I am the harbinger of the sorrow thou most dread
      The angel of God who collects the dead
      I am the reaper of thy soul there is no morrow
      The existence I know bred from all thy sorrow
      I am the bringer of tears shed from ten thousand years
      the collector of souls the end to thy fears

"War"

Born from greed
and hatreds seed
some even say religious need
I am the widow maker
the son taker
also known as the earth shaker
I am war
Once I'm freed
to do my deed
there is no limit on who I feed
I conquer them all
watch empires fall
on my generals do I call
I am war
The zealots feed
the children plead
I do not heed
For peace they craved
I'm called depraved
but without me freedom would not be saved
I am war
I am a cancerous weed
I watch men bleed
I will never ever try to concede
Till come the day
when man will pay
and in final judgement God will say
I had enough of war.

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

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