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Terry Kelly Poem
Summer's hold begins to wane.
Fall approaches, the leaves fall way
The canopy above, ever so thin.
Allowing the sun to shine once again.
Winters breath is but a moment away
Falls beauty it grows
With each passing day
Birds joyfully sing with dawn's first light
Embracing they swoon,
Wondrous the sight
Like natures beauty, you bloom from within
You're heart so strong, remaining
true to the end
Never waining in your beliefs, for always being true
I pledge my life, my heart to you.
So embrace my love, reach out with both hands
Hold it abreast as long as you can
For a love so true, a life time some wait
Please fall in my arms, it's never too late
I will love you forever and treasure each day
For these gifts God has granted , I can never repay.
Copyright © Terry Kelly | Year Posted 2016
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Terry Kelly Poem
Who woods these were Robert didn't know
But if Sam was there he would tell you so
That Eleanor Jonson lived in that shack
He brother Tim lived out in back
Tim was quite a hard working fellow
His beard too thick and his brain was like jello
Robert would pass with his pen in his hand
Eleanor would say get the hell off my land
Robert's horse yes he thought it was queer
A lady shooting a gun in the air
So off he go pulling that slay
Hoping not to get buck shot in his ass that day
Robert still writing away with his pen
Sam said Eleanor's on the war path again
Tim is hiding in the wood box today
The horse said your screwed up if you think I'm going that way
Sam I am, can there be a compromise
Not if Robert's too cheap when he passes on by
The Johnson they want a three dollar fee
The horse crap is everywhere it gets In their feet
Copyright © Terry Kelly | Year Posted 2016
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Terry Kelly Poem
Cascading darkness, my hands begin to tremble
Sunlight fades, I'm alone once again
Solitude - isolation segregating emptiness cripples me
Emotionless I stare at the smile of others
Confused by what I do not understand
I cannot judge, therefore I must seek seclusion in a sea of anxiety
anticipating the dread my heart pounds
I feel hollow, empty, grey as a rain soaked day
The sun which ensues does not inspire nor invoke hope
Only restless emotions of memories long ago
That fade with each passing day, only to present itself in a nightmarish scape
Unaware, I wander through the blackened night
Fear is an emotion unfamiliar to me, in its face I stand
Mocking it's glance, unable to feel it grip
Who am I , for I know not maybe I'm a marbled dream within dream
For no seems to notice
Copyright © Terry Kelly | Year Posted 2016
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