Jeffrey Stultz Poems
|43.||Come Out Mathilda||12/30/2009|
|44.||Spring Is Here||12/30/2009|
|47.||God’s Atomic Weapon||1/7/2010|
|48.||Fall On The Rock||1/7/2010|
|51.||Elegy For Shoah||5/1/2011|
|53.||Lost In The Dance||2/4/2012|
|54.||Nothing Shall Separate Us||1/7/2010|
|56.||The Spirit Of Trees||12/30/2009|
|57.||At Long Last Love||12/30/2009|
|60.||The Dream Is Alive||12/30/2009|
Comments about Jeffrey Stultz
The garden by my house is locked,
the door is bolted tight,
the walls are high and strong
and topped with thorny briars.
I have been there many times,
and love to pass the day within,
but now I’m on the outside
and longingly looking in.
I yearn for the sweet fragrance
of the roses planted there,
or to taste the tender fruit
which withers now inside.
Was it I that lost the key,
or has the lock been changed?
It matters not which, unless its found
my joy's a memory.
Once in every seven nights
to a ...
My songs are done, the speech complete,
an angel rises to her feet.
You speak my name and bid me come,
to a royal audience of one.
You shine like a beacon in the dark,
suffused in a magical glow;
by the glistening in your eyes I know,
my words have touched your heart.
The silky warmth of your cheek