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The Calling

Hello everyone. I have been away for a while to catch up on some other projects: writing, yard work, and of course a major project at work. I am posting another one of my poems from a long time ago. I hope you enjoy.

The Calling


Driving alone
A long deserted road.
Staring at the lights
A town in the distance.
A strangeness passes over me.
Feelings I know not what.
I feel this town calling,
Pulling me.
What about this town
Attracts me so.
The name,
The surroundings,
The memories.
Nothing is left here for me
But I still here the calling.
It is trying to tell me something.
Unconsciously I am looking,
For a piece of me.
An origin, a place to start.
Searching endlessly
For that one missing piece.
I long to find what captivates me so.
So my mind can be at rest.
What could it possibly be?
I am venturing through this whole town
Wondering who or what wants me here.Me at 9 years old
I have to find the calling
Before it passes me by.
Then it would be too late.
Clutching to the feeling
So it will not pass.
When I think I have it
Or know what it is
It fades away.
Will it return,
Or not at all.
Hoping and praying it would.
When it did not return
I realized it wasn’t the town I longed for…

It was my boyhood.

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ALONE

Alone
This poem goes way back, back to my high school days. Those days were very trying times for me. Looking back I felt so lost and alone then.

ALONE

All alone in a world among billions.
No one to turn to.
No one to talk to.
No one to be with.
No one to share life.

Like a wall enclosing around me,
Struggling, climbing to overcome.
It seems to go on forever.
There’s no way out.

Bricks like thoughts in my mind.
Each different from the other.
The more I think,
The more there are.

Trapped…Alone,
In my own little world.
Confusion…
Despair…
Loneliness…
Not knowing which way to turn.

Alone…I am alone…

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Soulmate

Here is another one my writings from way back when. I have not posted in a couple of weeks I have been busy writing some stuff for my novel and other short stories. I hope you enjoy this one. Peace, love, and happiness be with you all!

SOULMATE

Across the fields of green
A wondrous scene.
One thing on his mind
To the rest he is blind.
Thoughts of a woman he has deep love
And glances up to the man above.
He looks in the sky with fear
And asks, “What am I doing here?”
Times they’ve spent together
In the toughest of weather.
Tender moments they’ve shared
Showed they truly cared.
What is happening at this moment
When he is absent.
She’s walking down the aisle
With a lot of style
In a beautiful white dress
Looking like a beautiful princess.

He must hurry
So he won’t have to worry.
If he is too late
He will be without his mate.
Their destiny will be ruined forever
He couldn’t let this be, he had to be clever.
In the early morning dew
Just as she was ready to say “I DO”.
Over the horizon gallops a white stallion
At the speed of light to the reunion.
On its back is her lover
She will later discover.
He reaches the tender touch of her hand
Everything falls as planned.
His touch sends spasms of joy throughout her body
Something nobody did foresee.
Whisked away, they rode off on horseback
Never to turn back.
All is well and all is sweet
Their destiny is complete.

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CRYING I


Crying I

When a crack baby dies, I cry.
Brought into this world with a burden.
Which there was no control.
Now in heaven.
You have your own role.

When an innocent child dies, I cry.
Taken from this world with no warning.
Snatched from the mouth of life.
Now to serve their time resting
In heaven playing a fife.

When an addicted youth dies, I cry.
Making them go farther
To see and feel beyond.
There was no father
To have that special bond.

When a homeless person dies, I cry.
Living amongst nature in whatever they can find.
Hoping someone would lend them a hand.
No one is to be so kind.
It didn’t turn out as planned.

When a soldier dies, I cry.
Fighting for their country
In a foreign land.
Finally free
Like the wind-blown sand.

When an old man dies, I cry.
Life full of memories
And now he is done.
Leaving lots of stories
For his grandson.

When a friend dies, I cry.
I wonder if I really knew ’em
And if he really knew me?
Was I a good friend to ’em?
A tragic event he couldn’t foresee.

When someone takes their life, I cry.
Will all this ever stop?
What gives us the urge to control life?
Life is too precious to flop.
Give them the strength to drop the knife.

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Lovers in the Night

Cool air blowing through the night

Leaves rustling in the breeze

Voices in the distance

A couple staring at the stars

Whispering sweet words

Arms embraced

Holding tight

Never letting go

Silence…Listen

Couples heartbeat as one

Turning towards each other

He looks deep into her eyes

Sees all her love for him

Hand in hand they walk

Wishing the night would never end

Tomorrow hundreds of miles will part them

Their love will always be

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