Poems by David Gates


Dying Love

There she stands so bold and strong protecting her young,
With the shadow of the trees in her eyes.
As the little buck plays as adventurous as he can be.
As he goes along in his new found home.
They can take her life, but the dying love,

Her love will always be.
She never thinks of her life, only of her young.
Even if she did die, life will always be a sacrifice worth it.

So it may be, and for some that’s life, but not me.
I could not have taken her life that chilly day in spring.
Even if I was about to die myself.
To take (a life) her life would have been a tragedy I could not bear.

And that love of hers would have been lost.
To leave her young all alone.
And so I’ll see her some other day.
And so I’ll see her some other day,
And for her dying love I’ll hold,
A little respect for her that day.
May that love for her always be.

By David Gates, November 14, 2001
 



 

Just One Nip

I drank till morning light,
And the stillness was broken by the early light.
I aheard each hour echo in my head.
Please help me to my bed.

The silence was broken by the hall clock.
I hid my face, I even held my breath.
As I fell I said “I’m not trying to wake the dead.”
I just held my head.

I thought I was dead, when I saw a ghost.
It frightened me the most.
I’m not the best host.
And I did not understand the ghost.

I try to hold on to my bed,
But round and round I  go.
Like sometimes like a side show,
You don’t know where the wheel will stop.

I hope I don’t get busted by a cop,
Then the silence was broken by the hall clock.
And around and around it started all over again.

David Gates, November 14, 2001
 


TO BE ALIVE INSIDE

As my heart quickens its pace.  I can see the love on your face.
I find It’s time to share my space, for that love I can’t replace.
I find it’s hard to give my love and heart away.
But that love I can’t repay.

To share something in life like love,
Is as the flower in the spring.
As the music is played another day,
We can only hope and pray,
The band we heard and the loved we shared,
Will last one more day.


TO LOVE SOMEONE

In hammering a new way in life,
We hammer out the love we feel inside.
We become hollow and shallow inside.

But to reach out in the darkness and take hold of my hand,
Because your love will set me free.
That love will wash the bitterness from my past,
So my live may last.

If you dare love is to be shared.
Love is the fresh air in all old friendships.
When you love someone, you don’t stop giving.
When you love someone and you care.

Hammering that new way in both of your lives,
Don’t forget them, because they need love to.


WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE

Even though we are poor, we must endure to the end.
Your heart is like a window with bars on it,
And as many scars that number the stairs.

But when you see the light, life will change you.
Love will see you through.
And the end will come and peace will be done.
And then you will see how much I care for you.
And if you take that chance,
you will see how much you mean to me.

I love you, but the word love is so lonely without you in my life.
And God only knows what I would do without you.
And so I want you to know how much you mean to me.
I pray each and every day,
That our love will stay,
Until the end of our days.



 

ALL AROUND

As I am standing here looking down,
At all the paper on the ground at what used to be.
As one building goes up one must come down.
A sadness sets in and you feel all alone.
Your heart breaks when it’s one of your own.
You see things you just can’t believe.
And then it gets worse.

All around on the ground you see,
Heroes and saints, but then they don’t come home.
In the window you can hear their name.
Do you want more destruction and pain?

But at times there is know other choice.
They say a hero is born every day.
But they have to understand
That a hero must make that last stand.
To give what is lost, or that giving hand.
Helping someone is part of the master plan.

The love in their hearts cannot be weighed.
As I stand here looking down,
I can’t believe all the hate and destruction people have.
For what you may ask?  God only knows.

David Gates, November 14, 2001


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