Ronald James de Langen
Biography of Ronald James de Langen
my name means: advisor to the king...that pretty much sums me up...Some men were born to lead and move mountains...I was made to tell them which mountains to move and where to.
Ronald James de Langen Poems
A wonderfull day is unfolding. A child has gone blackberry picking. Along a thorn freckled hillside, these bursting fruits do reside.
Childhood Lost, Nay Never Known!
A lost lonely boy kicks a stone along train tracks. To where has the fun gone, the luster life lacks. Too young of an age to be troubled as such. A happy childhood his mind doth crutch.
A Shadows Life
When misery is all you have known. Childhood memories never flown, Unlike others you may have seen, seem to recall never to have had a dream.
Child Learning To Whistle
A chill childish morning is unfolding A shrill whistle through lips full. A foggy dream this must seem To listeners of the young trill wisher.
Dappled nights do drag on a mind not ready for dawn. Too drowsy a morn to watch the sun be reborn.
A wispy mist doth fill my mind. Reflections of times past; I find hard to loose from webs, a’dust rememberings do mistrust.
A silvery silhouette on a morn so clear, On a beautiful morn for this time of year. Through the clearing did she appear. A singsong of doves her voice on the ear.
Waterfall thoughts, rapid. Vacant emotions, vapid. Ceaselessy pounding. Ever surrounding.
Deep water, minds eye flooded. Thoughts herding, sanity dotted. Last of smiles turned frowned. Her essence poured downed
A tranquil lake my mind’s been of late. Deep thoughts do make, as to our fate. The path unknown, before is un-shown. Time is unowned, here on a loan.
Mossy Green Rock
A mossy green rock; a comfortable spot to stop, from a long hike and longer thoughts. Overlooking a waterfall ‘pon the rocks it drops. From where your waters come and frought?
Thoughts And Images
Flish flashing thoughts go running. Like lightning towards the ground. Blip, blop the mind doth go a bubbling. Like a cauldron black and round.
Hum Drum Life
From haunted past, nightmares do harass. Wishes for change; not to be, Alas! With fresh thinkings mind freeing, from thoughts of just being.
The First Big Snowfall
The glistening glacial snow falls As afar as can be seen. A White effervescant eddy crawls over hills of pearl do gleen.
Deep water, minds eye flooded.
Thoughts herding, sanity dotted.
Last of smiles turned frowned.
Her essence poured downed
the soul forever to store, or
for when it be needed more than before.
Always is craved
the need to be saved