Alexander Beebe Poems
- Pipeliner Abundant earth our God has given some in sight and ...
- The Essence Of A Godly Wife She bares the pain and joy of ...
- When God Made You He Thought O... Of all the people in this ...
- The Feeding The backyard trees a host to many, feathered ...
- Why I'M Still Single My baby and I are going out tonight she ...
- Ol' Marfa's Light Ol’ Marfa was a blue tic hound, no owner ...
- Texas Think Tanks Through out this great state, in every ...
Although I have always enjoyed writing, poetry is something new for me. I started just a few months ago when I sat down to write what was supposed to be a letter to my wife expressing how much she meant to me; it came out as a poem. She encouraged me to continue writing poems and I now have 25 which I hope to put on poem hunter. I hope you enjoy them. Please give your feedback if you read one ... more »
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'I am prone to gravitate toward my own disappointment thanAlexander Beebe
risk disappointing others. That is why I believe in God.
I am better suited to handle the absence of His existence,
A lone tree stands lost in the abyss of the West Texas Plains, the young man asked his father " Why only one tree? " His father responded: " The point of diminishing returns is a relat...The beauty of the West Texas Plains
''For a man to stand on the beach and not look to the ocean in awe and wonder is a man whose soul is lost.''The Ocean
What is it about railroad tracks that bid you to walk down their path? Maybe it's the allure of a new journey or greener pastures? Maybe it's the curiosity of what's around the next bend. Even if ...Railroad Tracks
''What line does mankind have to cross before God decides He's had enough? Why do we keep searching for that line?''Mankind
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Abundant earth our God has given some in sight and some well hidden.
Beneath the streets that run through cities, towns and farms and pastures plenty.
Rolling hills and mountains high, ocean floors and desserts wide. Beneath it all left unseen, lay the veins that fuel the dreams.
They work the soil, weld the steel, bend the pipe to fit the hills. Lay it down along the way suture the wound so it will stay. In time the earth puts on her makeup, no sign of man or pipe remain. Another mile has come and gone, another mile to carry on.
In scorching heat or freezing rain, ...