chuck Hurley Poems
|83.||The Process Of Living||11/5/2007|
|85.||And Life Goes On||11/7/2007|
|87.||A Few Words With The Creator||11/8/2007|
|90.||Love For My Sons||11/9/2007|
|93.||Sun And Rain||11/10/2007|
|95.||I Should Know||11/11/2007|
|99.||The Art Of Thinking||12/1/2007|
|100.||Time Of Then||12/1/2007|
|104.||When We Need God||11/6/2007|
|106.||Rule Of Law||10/22/2007|
|107.||When I Must Leave You||11/2/2007|
|110.||A Departed Child||11/1/2007|
Of all the girls who freely gave
A portion of their love I have always saved.
They always gave and I did take
Memories and dreams that I would neve forsake.
A tender age of fourteen and meeting in the dark
Kiss after kiss leaving their mark.
Never sure, what was going on or who would win
Every Saturday at the movies; with a great big grin.
So Mitzi, in my mind you have a place
Sixty years later and I can still remember your touch and face.
The girl from the minstrel show by the name of Clare
Tried to teach me dancing and all I could do ...
Are you a God or just an intrusion
You are in and out of our lives and cause confusion.
A God of contradiciton as in fear and love
Your presence on earth and also above.
You feed the birds yet let humanity linger