Heaven's gates swing wide open
Revealing lush gardens and paths
As a throng of wide eyed innocent
Children run pass the check in desk
...
With expansive wings
Enfolding, gently guiding
Kind words effortlessly
Floating through a cloud chimed sky
...
Amidst brilliant skies
A sparrow carried your soul
Far from mortal eyes
...
Empty dark eyes
Staring into space
Feeling devoid of purpose,
Have you embraced the grave?
...
When my long journey on earth comes to an end
And the river of tears flow out to the sea
When silence appears like a long lost friend
And time alone replaces the feeling of 'we'
...
A jubilant year
Birthed before expecting crowds
Bathed in awe and hope
We are born once more
...
Refuge for my heart
Are these tattered, battered walls
Suffice it to say
...
Refresh me with the sound of your voice
Echoing throughtout my listless mind
Helping to drown out all other noise
Leaving problems far behind
...
Wishes
Dancing nightly
A picture in my brain
A spectacle of bright colors
...
Newly born, written words desire to shine
Basking in glory, a well thought out page
Dressed in fine vellum, and well laid out line
With imbued wisdom of the oldest sage
...
Perceptions
Sometimes askew
As seen through filtered lens
And a cargo of emotions
...
The stars carry you
To a vast and open sky
As I glimpse your face
Among the constellations
...
Some experts say winter makes us sad
Days are shorter, sulight not as bright
...
No legal ties to bind us, no shared blood in our veins.
Yet I call you father, in many many ways.
If soothing words can dry a tear, and love can ease the way.
...
Does anyone understand the pain that stings
Forever a part of her soul, which somehow clings
To every facet of her being, she pushes it away
But her tears keep coming, her grief always stays
...
Your arms circle me and provide the heat
of a never ending fire that warms my heart
While soft kisses you give when we meet
Helps memories to linger when we are apart
...
The writer waits for his elusive muse
To guide his words onto the page
Words held hostage with an excuse
Waiting to break out of it's cage
...
Breathing life into our words is our goal
As we birth them onto paper from our very soul
Imagination is a springboard from which we create
The process is magic, I can hardly wait
...
I am a 53 year old Published Poet and writer.I have written a number of poems on Loss, Love And Acceptance.My poems have appeared in numerous anthologies including; 'Poetic Bond 2', 'The Attic', 'The Art Of Darkness', 'A Poet's Way Of Being', 'On The Words Of Love', 'A Haiku Treasury', 'Reflection On A Blue Planet Series, and in 'Gift Of A Rose' published by Lost Tower Publication.And online in The Original Van Gogh's Ear, Angies'Diary, Outsider Writers, Cartys'Journal, OW News, Cygnus and in FM.My poem; 'As Old As The Sea', came in third place in a voicesnet.com international poetry contest for May 2010 Previously, I worked as a Social worker with abused and neglected children.After graduating from Fordham University with an MSW.I am also a live in Caregiver for an elderly relative.)
A Children's Heaven(In Memory Of The Children Killed At Sandy Hook)
Heaven's gates swing wide open
Revealing lush gardens and paths
As a throng of wide eyed innocent
Children run pass the check in desk
Dozens of clouds go passing by
With cherubs tolead the way
A place without tears and pain
Our precious master with open arms
Sits upon a golden cloud with
Gentle voice and loving smile
Greets each and every precious child
Dressed in gowns of finest silk
Each with memories from distant earth
A mothers kiss, a fathers smile
Happy times filled with endless laughs
Days too numerous, but none to last
But here in this most holy place
Bedazzled by endless light and love
Assured of seeing someday soon
Loved ones that they left behind
They travel on a train of clouds
Passing through the many rooms
With faces sparkling like newborn babes
They run to Pop Pops, Gram's and Aunts
With love, they dance and sing with joy
For loves ones that they left behind
So many years have come and gone
And so has sadness, lives are lived.