Valsa George Poems
|761.||'A Silent Night, A Holy Night'||9/3/2012|
|762.||Those Eyes- A Valentine Dedication||2/14/2017|
|763.||On The Sea Shore||3/12/2015|
|764.||A Humming Bird In My Garden||8/28/2013|
|765.||A Rag Picker||4/7/2014|
|766.||What I Wish To Be||10/6/2013|
|767.||An Agonizing Cry||8/1/2014|
|768.||Where Lies True Bliss?||1/11/2013|
|769.||Sing Praise Unto The Lord||7/20/2013|
|770.||Eagle On Wings||3/27/2014|
|771.||A Song Of Hope||7/9/2014|
|772.||To My Anonymous Lover||2/13/2014|
|773.||Dust Unto Dust||7/22/2012|
|774.||A Sudden Downpour||8/25/2012|
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, ...
Face Of The City
The glow of a late Autumn Sunset,
Gleamed over the dense city streets.
Rushing wheels and honking horns,
Halted awhile for the traffic signs.
Through the rows of rushing motors,
Men on bikes ploughed their way.
They squished and squeezed through every gap,
Caring a naught for the traffic rules.