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Ella Goodman Poems
Life blossoms and it's childhood years they say, So mild and vulnerable little ones when they smile in gay. Knowing no worries, crying aloud, faltering at first steps, Holding on to the finger tips walking in shaky gait.
Because I fancy the endless shore Running good miles kissing the sky at times Eternal beauty strike its face, glory defined Moments dwell, there in her arms the pebbles
Nevertheless, she cried, Her eyes filled with innate love, Her heart full of hope, That some day she could freely uncurl.
The sun is down long past, Now I walk in the dark, I missed the sunset in the calm evening hour, Missed the azure glory of the horizon afar.
O morning here thou come, bathed in white, magic begun Divine light set on earth, beautifying the day’s full worth Glorious Sun thou art the source, warmth and light in full compose Merry filled air it scent, in Nature’s pure budding best
Pleasant presence she could smell from afar When soft breeze purred caressing the scars It was a scent so very known Fond remembrance of days strewn in gold
Unstrung cord lie silent here Though thousand noise fill the air The music once vibrant and young That filled all hearts with sweet lingering tunes
Sitting by the window on a road side inn I chanced watching a little blue bird sing On a sultry day with no breeze to set leaves sway No mortal being trading along the dusty way.
So many hours of life and love So many days of splendid trust So many moments of unsopken words So many shades of laughter and mirth
All night it rained It rained indeed hard In my sleep I still could hear the drops
On The Way
While walking along the lonely woods I chanced a meeting with the Duke, Tall and dark, in woody mask, Stood he above all the club.
A pleasant night, though stars hide behind the veil The shimmery moon lights the clouds, She prefers to rest among the puffs, Earthly beings though peep for her glance
Once more the waxing moon doth shine Glimpsing all through inward eye Glowing crescent against the darkening sky, Once more the waxing moon doth shine!
If only thou had believed in me How eternal bliss that would be I crave no riches nor mines of gold Only if I could grow with you old!
Comments about Ella Goodman
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Life blossoms and it's childhood years they say,
So mild and vulnerable little ones when they smile in gay.
Knowing no worries, crying aloud, faltering at first steps,
Holding on to the finger tips walking in shaky gait.
Ages of man dissected by years,
From childhood to boyhood,
Manhood to old age.
We all thus migrate through the stages,
Donning the hat named by years.
Though often till the last breath of life,
The child in us ever lingers.
But brethren we are, measured and weighed,
Living a life as terms dictate,
Of outward show and ...