I am an amateur poet. My occupation for the last 20 years has been as a bean counter.
I started writing about 40 years ago. A few of the poems are from back then. Most of them are only about 2 years old. My works are also on http: //WalterMarks.WordPress.com I am a Christian, therefore most of the poetry reflects those values. Some though is just for fun. Thanks for looking.
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Mark Walters Poems
I met a ragged man Who walked a crooked mile Though he was stooped, and weary I thought I caught a smile
Dying of thirst, from wanting my way. Drank deep from the well of sin in my day. My life is now potsherds; all broken and dry, Don’t have the moisture, to spit in their eye
Signs of Life
I didn't die to ease your life To fill your wallet
As the twilight follows daytime And daybreak follows night So we are led to find our way In the timing of His light
A Winning Walk
An overcoming life of grace Is not won by warring will When all hell attacks apace I must let my thoughts distill
Adulation and Praise
Adulation and praise Twisted sisters of desire Bred in every heart that beats Born to stoke a hellish fire
This treats real, no meager trickster. A scary truth, no flaky mixture. When Christians left the Gospel mission, This world lost God's benediction;
A slumber in the light of day My comfort zone, tar baby's arms In depravity I slept away Till true love spoke Your charms
Eye of the Storm
Amidst my life, the world explodes I see my plans and hopes erode Assumptions break apart as glass Swirling down into a dark morass
Fair Haven's Rest
To steer the compass course of life Set the rigging of your heart Against the winds of care and strife That strain to tear our lives apart
Something good to think about, When your back's against the wall; God's faith stands tall without a doubt! Though they let the hammer down,
About me settle swirling mists Whose shape is void and formless His words as soft as dawn's first kiss Yet till He breathes I'm speechless
Banners waving in the daylight Egress the shadows of dark night As rabble rousers to the fight Order the fray, 'Attack, attack! '
The Rocks Cried Out
As we pondered sadly of our loss My good friend, I and Gaius The soldiers bid us haste to cross From Jerusalem to Emmaus
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I met a ragged man
Who walked a crooked mile
Though he was stooped, and weary
I thought I caught a smile
He was walking down the lane
All bloody and beat down
On His head a band of thorns
Encircled as a crown
I asked Him, 'Why so cheerful,
When you know a dreadful end? '
He beamed a smile right back at me,
'It's all for you my friend'.
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12: 2 ...