My Poems
Well, thank you for your interest in my poetry. Here I have a few of my many, many poems that I've written these past several years. I hope you enjoy them and I'd be glad to hear any of your requests or comments!
Please see my ode to Princess Diana at the bottom of the page.
Adrenaline racing
A rhythm so steady
Heavy feet pacing
Voice breaks in
Like a wolf's peircing howl
Spirits flying
As high as the owl
Bells on my ankles
Feathers in my hair
Paint on my face
Hands in the air
My mind and body
Going into a trance
This is called
The Sacred Indian Dance
Stars,
So bright with love,
Give me your light in my eyes!
Moon above,
For me, Kiss the sweet sunrise.
Tell me,
What is it like to have lips so warm?
Sweet from honey - golden rays,
The sun so bright, in any form,
Is so worthy of thy praise.
I see myself in your air;
Sweet January,
I feel your bite in my skin fair;
Your piercing winds smell cold and light;
Sweet January,
I am the flurries in your night.
(Written pertaining to a fictional character in the novel I am writing)
Your name is like an arrow
Peircing into my spirit
Your tender ways like a sparrow
My heart can almost hear it
Your hair as dark as night
Your eyes as black as coal
Looking deeply into mine
You steal away my soul.
Your eyes
Peirced deeply into my soul
Leaving scars in my deepest
Emotions;
My heart you stole
Leaving your potent
Potions.
One monent
One stare
My heart became
Weak;
The mere moment you were there
To my heart
Your heart did
Speak.
Butterfly come to me
With soft colored wings
Your beauty calls
Your beauty sings
Your beauty sets me free.
Touching my skin
I feel your fire
The ecstacy feeds
In your soft colored attire
I join you in your sin.
Sacred youth
In blood emersed
Butterfly's wings covered my sight
Her deeds rehearsed
Tainting the truth.
Those who call me selfish
For loving O mighty God above
Have never felt true love.
God is LOVE.
Without God, we would not love
But hate our fellow man.
Those who love
Have God's touch
Wether they believe in him or not.
Their souls know
Deep down inside.
I do not need God,
I am a god in my own eyes.
I am miserable
But I don't know why.
If there is a God, why doesn't
He hear my cries?
I don't need a god but myself.
I don't want to believe in consequence.
If I believe it must be so,
I am my god.
I find pleasure in doing wrong
I must get even with God.
But, wait!
There isn't a God.
I must convince myself,
Despite the miracles
That pass my narrow mind.
(This poem was written in memory of Princess Diana. It was not meant to be a great work of art, but to reflect the Princess as she is in many's eyes. Untitled)
The sun, was she
warming every heart she touched
With her caring, giving hand.
The ocean, was she
Reaching to those in need
To every far away land.
She was the moon
A glowing light
Downplaying the darkness
In the darkest night.
A princess, she was
Often unseen
But to many, much more
She was a hero, a savior
A queen.
(In memory of Princess Diana, who went to great lengths to help those in need, and who perished in a fatal car crash on the tragic day of August 30th 1997 at the young age of 36)
