THE POEMS FROM ROY NAGL
AIRBORNE
RANGER
ANGEL
IN MY HEART
ON
THE EDGE OF FOREVER
FURY
INTO HELL
HEART
OF AMERICA
REMEMBRANCE
A
BABY'S YEARNING
THE
FOX CHASE
TEARS
FROM THE HEART
THE
PHILOSOPHER POET
AIRBORNE RANGER
Marines are said to guard the streets of Heaven
I want to be an Airborne Ranger.
I want to put myself in danger.
I want to show that I have might.
I want to show that I can fight.
I want to jump from planes up high.
But wait a minute, I don't like to fly!
I don't want to put myself in danger!
I don't want to be an Airborne Ranger!
Roy Nagl
ANGEL IN MY HEART
Wishing you were like the Angel in my dream
Thank you God for the Angel you sent to me.
I know I have no better friend than this Angel that is from thee.
But please forgive me God for wishing something more to be.
For there is an Angel in my heart who I know I'll never see.
Thank you God for the Angel you sent to me.
I know I have your love through this Angel that is from thee.
But please forgive me God for wishing all my dreams to be.
For there is an Angel in my heart who I want to see.
Thank you God for the Angel you sent to me.
I know I have the deepest love for this Angel that is from thee.
But please forgive me God for wishing what could be.
For there is an Angel in my heart who in my dreams I hope to see.
Roy Nagl
ON THE EDGE OF FOREVER
Thinking about you now
I feel like I have known you forever in my heart.
So, why does this searing pain now start?
A thousand kisses I have given you each night.
Before the morning takes you from my sight.
Wishing to stand soul to soul, together.
To always see in your eyes, forever.
This is the truth that I have seen in you.
But, now, why are my dreams so few?
I fear this love will be never,
Or, perhaps, are you waiting for me on the edge of forever?
Roy Nagl
FURY INTO HELL
350 horsepower under the hood!
I want to drive my Fury into Hell!
Or is it dragging me there under its spell.
Seventy, Eighty, Ninety, One Hundred I go!
It's not fast enough, for this car, I know.
Now One Ten, now One Twenty, now all is a blur!
Nothing will this car deter.
Now I'm really going fast!
The doors are rattling, but could've gone past?
Now wait, I think I see the Gates of Hell!
Oh no, it's just a toll booth up ahead, oh well.
Roy Nagl
HEART OF AMERICA
The World Trade Center, September 11, 2001
I never saw you shine so bright.
Even as they brought the night.
Soaring to the heavens high.
I think I even heard the angels cry.
For every hope and dream you held so dear.
There were others who came and had no fear.
I wish I could have been by your side.
So much you filled my heart with pride.
Now, in my heart I still see you.
And, with my eyes, the red, white, and blue!
Roy Nagl
REMEMBRANCE
I will always remember
I still remember the places that we would go,
And the future that I hoped I could bestow.
But now all my dreams have turned into despairs,
And all I have left are my prayers.
I still see myself reflected in your eyes,
And I hear your voice, as my soul cries.
But now there is no hope for me,
And nothing more can there be.
I still go out at night, to wish upon our star,
And to wish away this sadness, to be from me so far.
But now I ask to be with you once more,
And to be forever in your heart, like before.
Roy Nagl
A BABY'S YEARNING
There are monsters who will devour the unborn
You are the son or daughter that I wish I had.
But why were your parents so mad?
What did you do to be so wrong?
Did you sing, too loudly, God's song?
Won't they miss the smiles of joy upon your face?
The love and hugs that you would place?
To see you growing up before their eyes?
And bringing them happiness rather than their lies?
It must break your heart not knowing,
While your soul in Heaven is now growing,
If you will ever get to see your parents, as you are yearning,
Or if they will be in Hell, burning.
Roy Nagl
THE FOX CHASE
The Battle of Harlem Heights, September 16, 1776
Upon the heights of Harlem, the hunters sought to chase,
The foxes from their burrows, the foxes, to race.
Now sounds the royal horn, let loose the battle hounds,
But this enraged the foxes, they no longer held their rounds.
The hounds have become the quarry, the hounds have become the bait,
While in the wheatfield, their masters, with their thunder, wait.
Upon the heights of Harlem, the hunters now have their race,
The hunters have become the hunted, the foxes resume the chase.
Roy Nagl
TEARS FROM THE HEART
Hearts of darkness
I wish I could live without this sorrow.
And never have to say goodbye, tomorrow.
Before this day, all was well and right.
And the sun shone all so bright.
Upon your cheeks and hair.
And, in your eyes, the future would always seem so fair.
But now Hell has brought itself upon the Earth.
And stole away your laugh, your smile, and mirth.
Which to my heart was a priceless treasure.
And gave me a faith that I could measure.
In the love that I had from Heaven sought.
And which, like an angel, you had brought.
Roy Nagl
THE PHILOSOPHER POET
Or the poet philosopher
I think some poets exaggerate too much,
When they describe, in flowery terms, such and such.
To me things do not have that gentle a touch.
The philosopher, in me, tells me that this is way too much.
I could say how the heavens blow you kisses that caress your hair,
But to me, it's just the wind messing up the air.
Instead, I try to get the workings of your soul to show,
And dare to see what angels already know.
Well, now it seems I am guilty of the same,
Oh, the shame, the shame!
Roy Nagl
