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Yvette Deem Poem
As I watch the mist awake from the forest floor.
It appears like a shimmering silver carpet.
Coating the ferns and vines in its magic.
The moon begins to set, willing the sun to appear.
The creatures of the woods, soon to be abed.
I realize I don't matter here; I'm just a visitor to this place.
Allowed to envision this wondrous gift of nature.
A moment in time, for 'tis only a moment.
Til it disappears until another day is called.
It settles along the base of ancient trees,
The Guardians of the forest.
Whose massive limbs bend, but never break.
The mist will soon dissipate, to be vanquished in the
warmth of the morning sun.
Leaving me wanting more, this vision of beauty.
The magic found only in the early break of day.
The gift of the Morning Mist
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She woke this morning to the bird's celebratory song.
A smile on her face, for their love could never be wrong.
She wondered where he was this time, and if he would be long,
She fixed her morning cup of coffee, and sat in deep thought.
Wrong this can not be, but is their love all for naught?
Yesterday in Salem, the year 1692 he helped right a wrong,
Today only knows where he lingers, somewhere in time long gone.
He cried when the Great Library of Alexandria burned,
There in 48 B.C. only as an observer as Caesar was spurned.
Always in the shadows when mighty kings were interned.
A stranger when they met, harboring a secret so dark.
Unable to share the horrors he had witnessed his life so stark.
Time spent together, sharing laughter and tears
Soon Blossomed to something so dear.
Stolen moments in time, when he was able to put aside his fears.
She doesn't understand his need to jump, Nor the call that beckons.
But she accepts this man, and abides with few questions
The calls from the past haunt his every waking moment.
There are always consequences and others that sit in judgment.
She prays one day the calls will end and he will stay with her in the present.
Each time he jumps she wonders if he will return to her.
Time spent away from him becomes each time harder.
Hoping he doesn't get lost in time and unable to find his way.
She prays for his safe return each and everyday.
As she struggles to keep her questions and fears at bay.
She stands, a little ungainly on her feet. Eight months pregnant
Swollen with a new life. Soon she will join them, this tiny infant.
Will she be like him, a traveler, called away as he?
She wraps her arms around her belly so gently.
And accepts this gift from her husband so humbly.
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Our World has stood proud and strong for thousands of years.
Now we work to destroy her, regardless of her tears.
So careless we were, and continue to be.
The powers that are, refusing to see.
The rape and ravage of our world, this daily onslaught.
Leaving little for our children, this destruction we wrought.
The ruination of our world by an ungrateful race,
has left her people with a future of death and disgrace.
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I answered the door with a frown on my face,
I couldn't be bothered,too busy in the rat race.
But answer it I did, and what did I find,
But a filthy old man, hands dirty, holding a sign.
"Can I do some work for you," he asked politely.
I don't need much, I only ask that you feed me.
I almost shut the door, going to brush him aside,
But I stopped; it was the sadness deep in his eyes.
I glimpsed his dog tags from a war way before my time,
A veteran, out on the streets, this was a crime.
Right then and there I had a change of heart.
This old man needed help, and this would be a start.
I welcomed him in, sat down and took off my tie,
Poured us both a cup of coffee, not really knowing why.
The rat race would have to finish without me this day.
I had a more important job, helping an old man find his way.
"Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels
unawares." Hebrews 13:2
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