Valsa George


Valsa George Poems

681. The Wind 3/17/2015
682. Let Us Go For A Walk 2/1/2015
683. After It Rained 8/29/2017
684. Human Heart 8/31/2014
685. 'Lead Kindly Light' 7/2/2013
686. Nuggets Of Wisdom - On Impermanence 1/28/2017
687. A Mother's Prayer For Her Daughter 5/13/2012
688. The Tree In My Yard 3/23/2017
689. Wake Me 5/16/2017
690. Simple Verse.16.On A Sunny Day 11/17/2014
691. Retracing My Footsteps 3/1/2014
692. Pervasive Grandeur 6/18/2013
693. On The Dentist's Chair 2/27/2015
694. An Invitation 1/7/2015
695. Farewell 2/24/2015
696. Thank You Lord 12/31/2012
697. When Death Comes 3/4/2014
698. The Wind's Trail 1/17/2017
699. Limerick.30. What Says The Autopsy 3/20/2015
700. My Home 11/16/2013
701. As Coins Tinkled 3/22/2015
702. The Ballad Of The Slums 8/10/2016
703. Shut Out 8/16/2016
704. On Fancy's Wings 2/6/2017
705. God's Love 10/29/2013
706. I Still Remember 1/18/2015
707. A Fantasy 10/8/2012
708. Winter 3/24/2015
709. Our Life 2/7/2015
710. Posted With No Address 8/31/2013
711. A Rare Beauty Beheld! 12/21/2014
712. A Teary Eyed Widow- A Sequel To My Poem Within The Cage 3/8/2015
713. I Am With You 11/3/2014
714. Soliloquy Of A Bunyan Tree 7/20/2016
715. Our Love 3/6/2015
716. Who Am I? 1/27/2014
717. A Stream In The Woods 5/4/2016
718. Wishing In Vain 8/2/2013
719. Silent Sleep The Dead 7/21/2015
720. After Many Cold Winters 10/15/2014
Best Poem of Valsa George

Poet

Wielding a tool, mighty and spiky
Mightier than either the sword or rod
He reigns, monarch in Fancy's domain
Sketching life in fanciful colour and mode

Which with pain and strife fraught
Or bright with gaiety and grace
In finer yarn than the gossamer thread
On the fabric of words in befitting verse

He steals away from the noisy crowd
In to the stillness of the cloistered cell
To dwell with Fancy's mystic charms
Weaving downy dreams at will

He recounts forgotten tales of yore
Of bloody battles won and lost,
Of lovers united, amour defiled, ...

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To My Man (Portrait)

Growing out from childish pranks,
With the storm and stress of turbulent teens,
I locked within my mind’s cupboard,
A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished.

Rough it was, though fancifully done,
The silhouette of a masculine figure,
The Gallant who would reach one day,
To hold my hand and own me his.

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