My Poetry

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Heaven-House
I lie spread-eagled
As a hawk screams overhead.
I am on the hill, in the grass.
Silence stirs about me like enchantment,
Morning glories dreaming of light.
Two trees are the pillars
Holding up the sky,
And the fence rows are railings,
The forests, walls,
Keeping me from falling off the balcony of the earth
Into the sky.
I lie among the bones,
And as contentment takes hold,
And joy splits me up,
I cry tears of straw.



"Gilding the Lily" by Jeffrey Beddrick


Haiku
Keep it simple, friend!
I cannot fly if I plate
My wings with silver.



As I see it now, my childhood,
Simplistic and sweet, a bauble,
Had no silver, but plenty of gems.
Little child runs without tiring,
Eternally smiling-
Yesterday's legacy lost.



It's a sanguinary field I visit,
A land of bones and silence.
But now, the only blood
Is the scarlet ivy in the hay.



"The Music of Silence" by Jean Paul Avisse


Lyrics to be sung to the tune of "Be Thou My Vision"
As the sun setteth
In glorious light,
Shining its crimson
O'er all fo the night,
God's love comes over me,
Holding me tight:
His Son never sets;
We are always in light!

The world ever changes,
Its mind ever moves,
But God never changes,
So constant He loves.
The sun ever rises,
The child of the morn;
We're children of God
And we're ever reborn.

Guide me forever,
O King of my soul!
Lead me by rivers,
To island atolls,
Take me o'er mountains
Your glory to see,
Hold and protect us,
Keep watch over me.

I am Your child
And You are my King;
I will live always
Your praises to sing.
Teach me a new song
To sing every day,
When true morning comes
Then take me away!



Home
From wilds far and cities wide
To home I come and here abide.
The monuments, they stole my breath,
The seas, they roared in their great breadth,
But all the joy the world could yield
Is nothing to my grandpa's field!
My soul grew wide and stretched apart,
But home is where was formed my heart.



Belief in life
Only sweetens death.

Never fear it!
Ever look at it.

Finality does not come
In the death of the flesh.

Night comes, but
Does it mean day never returns?

Even the birds know otherwise;
Repose comes easily to them.



For S.E.A. (An Acrostic)
Shore by sea of sapphire,
Amethyst the skies,
Repose is sweet and silent,
Away in dreams she lies.



For C.M.A. (An Acrostic)
Cutting out her place in life
A girl may lose her way,
Rest upon a stone of grief
Electing there to stay.
Yet she may see the path again,
May find her steady pace,
And find the comfort she wants most
Ever in His face.



"September" by Jeffrey Beddrick


I am the bone-finder,
Drawn to mortality.
Cold bones hide in the grass:
Am I looking for reality?



All day in class
I find myself
Miles away,
In a field of grass.
A meadow, sleeping
In hay and bones,
Dreaming
In tree branches
And hawk cries.
The sun sets
To the west,
The buzzards circle,
And the crimson of the sky
Is reflected in my tears.
Scarlet sea washes
Down my face,
And I return to now.

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