poetry: The Search
- 12/08/08 03:23 PM
Are there any answers I think not One man’s God is another man’s rot We search and search from tender youth To find what we consider truth But even if we’re open minded How shall we know when we find it For everything learned limits our thought And who’s to say what’s to be taught Perhaps the best searchers are children and fools They have yet to be jaded By knowing the rules
Photo and words, Copyright (C) 1983, Robin Kurtz Published in "Introspects"
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poetry: A Tribute to Glory
- 12/05/08 12:30 PM
Onward rides the soldierYoung and braveSwiftly to battleEager to save“Why,” whispers the wind, “Do you ride so hard?”“For my love” cries the boy, “So she may not suffer.”“Whist, whist” says the wind.“And when you lie cold On the blood-wet ground,While scarlet banners danceAnd bugles scream with sound, ThenWill she not suffer?”Onward he marchesTowards glory and fame,To fight for his people,To honor his name.“Why,” asks the wind,“Do you march so far?”“For my dear mother, so she May be proud.”“Whist, whist” says the wind.“And when you fall boldlyAmong the best,While gallant bullets ripAnd the amber flame dies To the West, ThenWill … (0 comments)
unspoken love The course of this unspoken love may never run so sweet Even as we try to halt history's repeat You meet your kindred in a place you never thought you'd go Yin to your Yang, they see a side you never meant to show You learn that love's not right nor wrong honest or untrue It's the spice that gives life substance paints our world a brighter hue Actions say what words can not Whispers seem to shout Yet our love remains clothed in silence lest we speak and remove all … (6 comments)
All Hallow's Evedarkest night, starry skieslet me look into your eyespools of wisdom, simplicity veillovely orbs that tell a taleof loneliness and solemn cravingsand just a little misbehavinga tender spirit that yearns to sharewith one bright soul invited theremasks are lifted, hearts laid barewe shed the costumes we sometimes weara kiss so sweet, a pain so keenmemories of the days we've seen like moth to flame I can not leavemy love is true this Hallow's Eve
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