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Mark Russell Poem
I dream about a day that may never come,
I watch my life unravel, simply come undone.
My feet begin to drag as I walk across the floor,
Still I cannot wait for what the future has in store.
I go out for a walk as the sun is getting low,
The sky explodes in colors as I watch it go.
It kisses the horizon and then it goes away,
It seems to mark the end of just another day.
I stand upon a hill as the light begins to fade,
I think about the day, decisions that I made.
Light begins to falter as it all goes dark,
I feel this spark growing inside my heart.
I look into the valley as the darkness grows,
I see the sparks of fireflies they seem to glow.
I hear the birds sing they soon will retire,
I look up at the moon it appears to be on fire.
The stars up above look like diamonds in the sky,
I watch the lights on planes as they streak by.
I think of the darkness filled with all these lights,
They seem to be like beacons to guide me through the night.
I lay upon the grass and gaze upon the stars,
They sparkle so bright in a sky dark as tar.
I close my eyes and imagine I can fly,
Travel to the moon as it rises high.
The day has give way to the wonders of the night,
Everywhere I look, I catch another sight.
As time flies by, I wonder where it went,
A breeze blows, carrying a floral scent.
I climb from the hill it’s time to go to bed,
Visions of the night still dancing in my head.
Soon tomorrow shall become today.
The sun will rise and the stars will go away.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2012
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Mark Russell Poem
When you open your eyes, will you see me?
Can we understand, this was meant to be?
I know that we both could use some love,
My heart flutters, likes wings on a dove.
When you close your eyes will you remember,
Sitting by the fire on that cold December.
Realize the flame that burns in my heart,
Take my hand, I’ll show you the part.
When you are frustrated and feel alone,
Take my hand, I’ll walk you home.
We can star gaze and make a wish,
As time flies by, we hear this swish.
When you’re alone and going to sleep,
Do you pray to God, for your soul to keep?
Will you receive that gift from above?
All you may need is somebody to love…
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2012
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Mark Russell Poem
I see before me a world filled with despair.
Yet people turn their backs and refuse to care.
I know there are many things that truly aren’t fair.
You just can’t give up and choose to live nowhere.
People take their fingers and point to blame,
While other feel sorrow that fills them with shame.
Why can’t we understand we are all not the same?
Instead there is conflict as we call each other names.
Why can’t we understand and all just get along?
War drums are beating that same old sad song.
Tears start to fall for all those who are gone,
We seem to survive but just for how long?
We have to learn to put our differences aside.
When all is gone it won’t matter which side.
We all need to learn that this life is a gift.
To reach out our hands and help to uplift.
The alternative is that we all shall die.
I think this enough reason to learn to try.
Though we won’t always see eye to eye,
When it all gone who will be here to ask why?
I see before me a way to make amends
To reach out a hand rather than to defend.
Peace should be something we all can afford.
We shouldn’t have to live and die by the sword.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2012
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Mark Russell Poem
Waves crash down on the rocks reducing them to sand
Then sweeps them away to some far off land
The wave roll in covering my feet in sand
In the concept of time I wonder just who I am?
I gaze before me the vastness of the sea
Represents all the possibilities inside of me
I can’t think of any place I would rather be
I have trouble describing there’s so much to see.
I walk out to the rocks to find some treasure
I find many starfish much to my pleasure
It seems that the only way to go is up
So I step up and take a drink from life’s cup.
Peace and tranquility fill me inside
While the waves provide a pretty good ride
The water is cool and so refreshing
All of the pieces seem to be meshing.
A seagull in the water and gets hit by a wave
I dawn a smile and feel I am saved
I like how the sky melts into the sea
Over the horizon sounds like the place to be.
The adventure I’m on may never be through
Sometimes I’m not sure what I should do
I just press on and see what shall become
I like what I see so I try to grab some.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
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Mark Russell Poem
This seems the question I ponder the most
Forgetting my manners and neglecting the host
I’m not really sure if this was all about me
Walking with sight yet I still couldn’t see.
When something is asked of me I try to respond
Perhaps sometimes I’ve taken much too long
I read the first chapter then take the first step
I’m not really certain of what I shall get.
I come to realize that this is not about me
I look at the beauty that God’s brought to me
The purpose of life is not at your command
The purpose lies beyond what we understand.
Purpose seems like it could be a utility word
Maybe just repeating something you once heard
But perhaps it can be much more than what we think
It could all disappear in the time it takes to blink.
So I pick up my pieces and try to go home
But it lies outside of my comfort zone
Life without purpose holds no meaning at all
As the bridges crumble and the castles fall.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
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I imagine a world better than this
Only to realize it’s hit or miss
Some days you hit the ball out of the park
While other days it’s hard to see where to start...
Seeing is believing and belief it will grow
All that I need shall be all that I know
Sometimes things aren’t as they appear
The perspective changes as you grow near.
Hearing without listening nothing is heard
To think you just know is quite absurd
Many things change from one day to the other
As your perspective changes you will discover.
I walk out today with no destination in mind
I open my eyes and it’s a treasure I find
I get on board so I don’t get left behind
Vision returns where once I was blind.
I need to work more on developing faith
Make it a home a place that is safe
Sometimes I’m stubborn and try to save face
This is the time I must learn grace.
Te sun sets and the day is done
The horizon greets the vanishing sun
I hope to do better than the day before
Only reason is because I want this more.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
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Mark Russell Poem
I hoped that bird could have stayed,
It’s cloaked behind decisions I’ve made.
A few feathers and sand, the price is paid,
As they slip away the memory fades…
One of the feathers I use to write.
It grants me vision where there was no sight.
A beacon to guide me out of the night,
I shall squeeze by, though it’s rather tight…
The words it reveals become part of me,
These sunken eyes still can see.
With a wing and a prayer I shall be,
The words in turn shall set me free…
One day I wish and hope to fly,
Sometimes the moment just passes by.
I know that I must, so I will try,
This is when I soar through the sky…
Meanwhile time passes through my fingers.
Everything’s gone only a little taste lingers.
Still with my friends I can’t help but smile.
From way up here, I can see for miles…
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
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Mark Russell Poem
As I look at my life it seems quite a wreck
In the concept of time I am but a speck
Much like a stone that is tossed on a pond
The ripples just stay there they don't go beyond.
People I've met come to visit me there
They touch my heart I return from nowhere
I think of my life my life is that pond
When I reach out to people the ripples journey beyond.
The spectrum is the rainbow the changes are bold
Waiting at the end is that illusive pot of gold
I see the gold as my friendships the people who become part
They seem to have a home inside of my heart...
Though you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there
The ripples on the pond just magically appear.
The moon shines on the ripples as they sparkle with delight
Though it is dark there seems so much light.
The pond and its ripples are like the changes in me
As my eyes shed a tear it's the beauty I see
And though my life seems much like a wreck
The ripples inside are getting me wet...
Like a wilted flower that needed water some more
As the ripples grow in size my spirit starts to soar
And though the ripples remain inside the pond
There effects of them seem to reach way beyond...
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
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Mark Russell Poem
My soul wanders into places unknown,
Barren, what happened to the seeds sown?
Plenty of sunlight and rain, still nothing grows.
Leaves start to fall as a cold wind blows.
I wander within, reality and dreams,
Reality bites, or so it seems.
Realizations of things yet to come,
Dreams are the source, where they are from.
The world is in color, I remain black and white.
First comes the sun and then there is night.
Circles of life my soul wanders through,
Colors paint pictures of all that I view.
It’s been raining for days, it won’t relent.
I see time pass and then wonder where it went.
I see a reflection in a puddle on the ground,
Perhaps my mind is too tightly wound.
I try to fix a hole where the rain gets in,
But the rain has soaked in below my skin.
I reflect upon times spent in the sun,
But I’ve hopped within, the web I spun.
Still my soul wanders, looking for a place.
It all disappears, without leaving a trace.
My mind grows numb from all these thoughts,
While my soul searches, it is tied up in knots.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2012
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Mark Russell Poem
Lobster Fishing
It was still dark when I arrived at five o’clock
I commenced the day by going to the wrong dock
I was a little concerned that I may be late
When I arrived they were still loading bait.
The boat started up with a thunderous sound
You must stay the channel so you don’t run a ground
Next you head into the safety of the bay
Everyone’s quiet with not much to say.
As we turn the corner the sun divides the sky and sea
A blend of orange, purple and blue explode in front of me
The sea starts to pick up and the boat gets tossed
A peace grows within all else is lost…
You pull the traps up in what’s called a set
You winch them on board to see what you get
My job was to restock the bait
It seemed kind of an ironic fate.
It was pretty hard work yet so much fun
Me, the boat, the sky and the sun
We had a pretty good catch and turned to go back
The auto pilot planned our course of attack
On the way in you wash down the boat
It cleaned up quite well with water and soap.
As I view around me as it was time to go
The sea put on its own picture show.
When we returned to the river the tide had come in
All of the lobsters had been placed into bins
The boat was too tall to fit under the bridge
Like smooth sailing and then hitting a ridge.
We had to unload the boat so the catch wouldn’t be lost
Our pride and a little work was all that it cost
When we had finished it was time to rest
Having comfort in knowing we did our best.
We cleaned up and had dinner to end the day
This is my lobster tale of today
Everyone found humor in what I had to say
Then we said goodbye and went on our way.
When I got home I fell fast asleep
I dreamed of a bottom far too deep
It was a long day and I needed to rest
The lobster became someone else’s dinner guest.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
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