Art,
Poetry, Family
& Friends
The following poems, as well as the graphite drawing are original art works
created by myself, Annemarie G. De Leary, please do not copy or distribute. AGDL
Oh, you child of great misfortune,
I so want to see you live.
Fate didn't ask you any questions,
When you came into this world,
Where the fortunes are divided,
And rewards are oft' withheld..
You know nothing of the reasons
And you know not what's ahead,
But your homeland is up heaving
And her soil is parched and dead.
Earth and people, both are dying,
In your barren, arid land;
And it's done what was required,
And has nothing more to give.
As a sign of an era ending,
You, the ill-fated, there remain,
In the eye of great destruction,
Huddled low, you pray in vain.
And I see, with great discomfort
Mothers, hollow-eyed and faint,
Weak, their bodies, death defying,
Crouching on the dusty turf.
In their weary arms, with sorrow,
They still hold their bloated babes;
Where they seek the strength for living,
Hopelessly, in vain and feeble,
On their mothers wilted breasts.
Sterile land and starving mothers
Lost the life-force they once gave
Oh, you child, of great misfortune,
I so want to see you live.
Dear God, help us, help the mothers,
And the children, without blame;
Starving babes of great misfortune,
Put this world to utter shame.
May 29. 1987
*****
The harder I try, The farther the sky, The wider the chasm, The deeper the ocean, The higher the mountain, The greater the striving. ****
*Estrangement*
I stretched forth my hand in friendship,
Spurred by a feeling of kinship;
A meeting of two kindred minds...
Hope welled up in me to find,
An understanding of some kind,
Hope for an expression
Of a fraternal essence.
But words have always eluded me,
When spoken in haste and impulsively,
Like the rushing waters of a hurried river,
They will not be harnessed easily,
But want to run free forever.
And wisdom will come only painfully slow,
After much searching of the soul.
I had hoped to find in you,
Some semblance of the truth,
Some reflection of my own truth,
Some connection with the past,
Some hope fore the future.
***
He's a strong, but simple man.
His needs are earthly ones.
He never asks for any more,
But what his money brings.
He toils from morning into night,
To get a Dime ahead,
While ten thousand hooks and crooks,
Scheme up tricks and plots and such,
To steal that Dime from him.
Oh dearest darling, simple man,
let it all be, it's all in vain.
come, come away to a different plane.
Let's leave behind, all that's mundane.
There is a realm, I've seen the ray,
Where other laws make up the day,
A different order reigns;
Where spirits soar and God is King,
and sorrows are no more.
****
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Annemarie Golloch DeLeary. Do NOT copy or distribute!
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