Perry Biggerstaff currently lives in Illinois. He has been a soldier, factory worker, sports journalist, poet, and currently works in the emergency management field.
Perry has hiked the jungles of Panama, white water rafted the rivers of Costa Rica, stood on the ziggurat in the ancient city of Ur, camped in the Arabian desert, visited the arctic circle, and marveled at the Colloseum of ... more »
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Perry Biggerstaff Poems
Growing Old Together
To be like them who all would envy To know a love that snared two hearts To feel that love while in their presence To wonder how such true love starts
I See God In You
I see God in you and I am blessed. I know that I don't have to guess, why you fit so perfect in my life.
My Daughter...My Rose
In the garden I call life Where I grow so many things I pull the weeds of toil and strife that life and living brings.
If This Be Love
Hope gives in to longing thought, of all desires that I've sought. A wanton heart might now be caught, if this be love, that you have brought.
I Know Destiny
I know destiny, fate intertwined, 'neath a canopy of azure skies. a poor repose, when its compared to the light within my lovers eyes.
The Road Unknown
I walk a road unknown, Where not a hint of fate is shown. The footprints left, not just my own, for God walks by my side.
I found our love shaped like a rose on a lonely empty street, It seems so strange, so sad, to find it lying at my feet.
At Waters Edge
At waters edge we dared the night, to hold the moment, never end. To hold back dawns encroaching light, and count each second...saviour..friend.
Far too Long
Lord, I can't live holding tight to my soul. Giving you words of praise but not full control. Left to myself, I judge wealth by my deeds. When in truth, God it's You who takes care of my needs.
I Am Third
Let's be imperfect together Not afraid to make mistakes Sacrifice and love forever Do whatever that it takes
While my Love Sleeps
I pray for supernatural strength to hold on to the night, and force away the morning mists that come with dawns first light.
So Much More
So much more, them ever dreamed of. So much more than my best friend. Not believing worldly wisdom, That once love starts the friendship ends.
God in His love, stepped down from above And gingerly knelt on a knee. That man might be freed,
Let Him Go
You take him to the schools front door and tell him its okay. First day of school, there's so much more, you truly want to say.
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Growing Old Together
To be like them who all would envy
To know a love that snared two hearts
To feel that love while in their presence
To wonder how such true love starts
To hear it in in their conversation
To catch it when their voices rise
To see it in her softest gesture
and in the twinkle of his eyes
To see them slowly walk together
To see him reach out for her hand
A habit born from years of caring
Is more than most can understand
To see two lives so wrapped together
Two hearts merged and so aligned
Where thoughts are shared before they're spoken