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The Keeper of Dreams
Your darkest deepest thoughts
Be not afraid
to give them to me
I am the keeper of the registry
My name is Poetry
Give me all your dreams
The ones that came
true
And the ones which never will
I will store them for you
The nightmares that steal your night
In return, I’ll
give to you rest
I can store them from your sight
If you remember, you will see
You know me, my name is Poetry
Give
me your happiness
Whisper to me of your loneliness
Of your loves that are true
And cry to me of the ones lost
I
shall always be here
Never turning a deaf ear to you
Carving your words in stone
With strokes straight and true
Making
symbols for eternity
Never leaving you alone
I am never ending Poetry
I will be a vessel for your tears
I will
be an echo for your laughter
I will always be there through the years
It is your pen, which infuses my veins
My name
is Poetry; I will refine your words
Uncover the desires you seek to reach
In me your thoughts will live forever
In
return, I may grace you with peace
İFaye Sizemore
April 23, 2002 |
Ashes
What will there be found
in the search for us
A waring nation
we were
leaving only thus...
A darkening circle on the ground
Only sign of people being around
Just ashes of an old old campfire
having moved on, our guns for hire
This is what we taught to them, my brother
To hunt and kill and plunder the other
We thought we were sovereign over all
Forever sounding the war monger`s call
Marching away at someone else`s orders
Seeking more battles on foreign borders
Becoming as dogs of war they are gone
To find and gnaw upon an enemy`s bone
My sons, your sons seeking more glory
And leaving us only to tell their story
In their uniforms so stiff and new
Going to stay until the battle is through
We are old now and our battles are done
We shall rest with the setting of the sun
Pray that someday home may still be found
And not just traces of ashes on the ground
İFaye Sizemore September292002
Passage of Time
Red sun’s sinking under a cloud-layered sky
Another
day is done and evening has begun
Days are quicker than the blink of an eye
Faster than the wind, the hours seem to
run
I have put away the impatience of yesterday
Now I beg for time to slow and the days to stay
The Young
cannot know how fast time can flee
Only Age that can see each hour leads to eternity
İFaye Sizemore
May 21, 2002 |
Small Soul
January’s angel…
You were destined to be
June’s child.
God had another plan for you.
He needs only the purest of souls…
And those he knows to
be true.
So Little Angel
Wait just inside Heaven’s Gate.
It will only be a little while…
Wait
for us there…
We will know you by your smile.
What a happy day it will be
When we meet all those gone before.
Your angel wings will dry our tears…
You
are just beyond the door…
İFaye Sizemore
January 16, 2002 |
Eveningtime
In the corners of my mind
Moving back in time
There
are memories
Of the sweetest kind
I remember a shady tree
where we would rest at
the bend in the lane
And wait on my Father
When
from work he came
And in his dinner pail
Was always a Hershey
For my brother and me
Daddy was a railroad man
We
thought that he was
The best one in the land
We three would ride to the house
To the smell of biscuits in the pan
Supper done the lamp was
lit
Around the radio we would sit
Boring talk it was to us and all
So we’d make hand shadows
In the lamplight
upon the wall
Life was simple back then
When a giggle during radio
Was our biggest sin
Or opening the
screen door
To coax a firefly in
İFaye Sizemore
April 29, 2002 |
Gone With The Grey Fox
A grey fox will not let me sleep
He and I we have a tryst to keep
I saw him one morning at two AM
Next morning again there was him
He walked at the edge of the light`s glow
Slipping along the trees in the hedge
row
He stopped broadside and glanced at me
Pausing for a moment no fear showed he
His gaze somehow was ancient and old
Something in it had spoken to my soul
Turning he loped off through the trees
Continuing on his journy with ease
Now at two in the morn I wait each day
Hoping again he`ll come past this way
I know with a glance he stole my spirit from me
I`m roaming with him somewhere totally
free
İFaye Sizemore August262002
Pathes And Benches
....I have noticed
I am fasinated with paths
.......And benches
My body can
rest while
.......My mind is in the clinches
My mind does wander
......Alot of paths
So I really do wonder
If there was a bench
...... in my mind
Perhaps it would not
.......... lag
so far behind
İFaye Sizemore 2002
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