POEMS
Welcome.I've included some of my favoirte poetry in this section. I hope you enjoy your stay.
This is written by a friend I met in ICQ. She is called Stormy-a fitting name since she loves to watch the storms roll in.*S* Enjoy!
CUMULONIMBUS
Concentrated masses of power ahead,
Underneath them a feeling of fear and of dread.
Masters of all the sky and the weather,
Under no bound of harness or tether.
Lo! And behold the mightiest thunder,
Over the ground they pillage and plunder.
Never relenting to sun or to moon,
Incasing the world in their silver caccoon.
Moving ahead over the earth and the sea,
Billowing up into that which they be.
Unleashing the power held deep inside,
Sending out floods from which no one can hide!
By Stormy
This is a poem written by a friend of mine. He is called DreamStar(M) in the chathouse. It is written by a friend and for a friend.
The chance of finding a valuable friend
I never really knew existed
Until one lucky day while cruising the Internet
I found a friend in you
It seems as though it may seem funny to some
At times even strange to me
As to why someone would value a friendship
Like I find in you
Even in your darkest hours of wondering
There is always time to think
For friendship bring about a state of mind
That unmistakable harmony
A warming glow of happiness I find in you
Why I do not know
But if our friendship endure the length of time
The years that are to be
Shall be fulfilled with happiness for me
Knowing that I have found a friend
by DreamStar!!
My friends are little lamps to me,
Their radiance warms and cheers my ways,
and all the pathway dark and lone,
Is brightened by their rays.
I try to keep them bright by faith,
And never let them dim with doubt;
For everytime I lose a friend,
A little lamp goes out.
ELIZABETH WHITTEMORE
THIS ONE IS FOR MY FRIEND, WILLY
From: THE KINDLY NEIGHBOR
I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands
Beside my gate and chats with me awhile,
Gives me the glory of his radiant smile
And comes at times to help with willing hands.
No station high or rank this man commands;
He, too, must trudge, as I, the long day's mile;
And yet, devoid of pomp or gaudy style,
He has a worth exceeding stocks or lands.
To him I go when sorrow's at my door
On him I lean when burdens come my way;
Together oft we talk our trials o'er,
And there is warmth in each good-night we say.
A kindly neighbor! Wars and strife shall end
When man has made the man next door his friend
EDGAR A. GUEST
JOURNEYS
How restful are unhurried things!
The spreading light of dawn's grey hour,
Slow, rhythmic motion of bird's wings,
The opening petals of a flower...
Dim shadows moving on a wall,
The moon's calm light above the bay,
Soft murmurings that rise and fall
Within a dusk that hushes a day.
My journey, too, may bring content
To the still place of heart's desire;
There, tranquility, to pitch my tent-
Watch flames scale heavenward from my fire.
IDA NORTON MUNSON
UNTITLED
However much I have to do,
However hard I strive,
I always tell myself that I
Am glad to be alive.
My heart is grateful for the sun,
That keeps my body warm;
And for the comforts of this earth
Against whatever storm.
I have my friends to cheer me up
And books to read at night
With boundless beauty to behold,
Whenever stars are bright.
I have enough to eat and drink,
And clothes enough to wear;
A normal mind and healthy lungs
To breathe the best of air.
So why should I object when I
Have this job to do,
As long as I have everything
To help me see it through?
JAMES L METCALFE
ENLIGHTENMENT
THE CHARIOT
There is no frigate like a book
EMILY DICKENSON
GOOD BOOKS
A good book is a wonder-thing
GRACE NOLL CROWELL
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bares a human soul.
That sets the spirit traveling
Down strange exciting ways, and through
New doors undreamed of hitherto.
It opens vistas to the eyes
Where the happy, far-off distance lies;
It lifts the cares of every day
When one is off and on his way.
For,oh, indeed, a heart can roam
Through a good book, yet stay at home.
A table, lanp, a chair, and he
Absorbed in rhyme or mystery,
Absorbed in words upon a page-
O questioning Youth, O seeking Age
Read books, good books, and you will find
Adventure, and new worlds outlined.
FOOTPRINTS
One night a man had a dream He dreamed he was
walking along the beach with the LORD. Across
the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each
scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand;
one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He
noticed that many times along the path of his life there
was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it
happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life
This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD
about it. "LORD", you said that once I decided to follow
you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed
that during the most troublesome times in my life, there
is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why
when I needed you most you would leave me."
The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child, I love
you and I would never leave you. During your times of
trial and suffering, when you see only one set of
footprints, it was then that I carried you."