william mcgehee


william mcgehee Poems

41. Hidden Peace 2/1/2012
42. Weary Ocean Mind 2/21/2012
43. Mother Bird 6/4/2012
44. Walking By The Dresses 6/4/2012
45. Deployment 6/15/2015
46. Dear Daughter, 9/6/2015
47. Writer's Block 2/14/2016
48. Untitled Rap 3/24/2016
49. Prometheus 4/19/2016
50. Falling Stars 6/6/2016
51. Stuck In Between 11/17/2016
52. Out Of Reach Or Where The Coverage Ends 2/10/2017
53. Steps 3/7/2017
54. Father/Son 8/10/2017
55. Skipping Stones 3/11/2018
56. The Road That Ends At My Front Door 3/11/2018
57. Over The Horizon _V1 3/11/2018
58. Over The Horizon _V2lif 3/11/2018
59. Vices 4/12/2018
60. Myself, Odysseus 5/5/2018
61. What It Takes 5/5/2018
62. On A Birthday Card 6/4/2012
63. Humble Reasons 9/21/2012
64. Trouble With Words 2/16/2013
65. Midnight 7/12/2013
66. Same Stars 4/3/2014
67. Courage? 5/10/2014
68. ____Love 8/4/2014
69. Long Bus Ride -new- 7/15/2018
70. Wrapped Around Her Finger 11/11/2014
71. Patience 10/7/2011
72. A Time And Place For Everything 10/8/2011
73. Come To Me In Early Hours 10/7/2011
74. Inspiration 10/7/2011
75. The Dying Of A Day 6/4/2012
76. Coming Of Age 10/7/2011
77. Her Wet Hair Feels Cool On My Skin 10/7/2011
78. Ptsd (A Heavy Metal Song) 7/2/2014
79. I Dreamt Of You Last Night Again 10/7/2011
80. Teasing Life 10/8/2011

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First Snow

From the beds where the angels keep
Their watch throughout eternity
Upon the world where mortals sleep
The first snowflake falls so gently.
The soundless teardrops fill the sky
Frozen so that the world may see
The forms that oft escape the eye,
So seldom shown to you and me.

Now ages cease and halt their stride
For moment’s stop and time is dead.
It stays there till the morning tide
When waking steals me from my bed,
Rising to the blanket of snow
And so restarts time’s ebb and flow.

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Statue

She is sensuality
She is permanent and cold.
She is all reality,
Depicted young but ages old

Her hands are stuff but nimble.
Her figure still but living
And undying hopfull symbol
Of providence and of forgiving.

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