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Emily C. Archer Poem
End of Days
My grandfather foretold
Of this profound time
A time when the earth would cool
Then warm again
When it would quake to biblical means
A time when men would turn
Turn from their creator
From their natural instincts
He told of a future time
When truth would no longer be TRUE
A deception would cover the earth like a blanket
Families would rent at their core
Spiritual blindness will dominate the consciousness of men
Everyone to blame
Not a mention of Jesus' name
Fear robbing some of their hearts
Death tearing nations apart
Closing his eyes
He said
A time like this is bent to pray
Giving God all of his duly deserved praise
To protect his elect-His children
At the end of days
(c) Emily C. Archer
Copyright © Emily C. Archer | Year Posted 2024
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Emily C. Archer Poem
The Santa Fe Trail
The expanse is awe striking
Unhampered sun… moon… stars
Wonderful yet frightening
The trail is rugged and emotionally magnetic
Where money has no meaning
Until we reach our destination
If a wheel spoke breaks in the middle of nowhere
And this is nowhere to me
We must fix it
The Santa Fe Trail
Is all I ever hear about
Opportunity
West
My family and me
The 4 of us and all we own
Loaded in a wagon with 2 horses and a spare
I don’t dare turn back
We’re over halfway there
With the beckoning of a thousand sunsets
Pointing the way to destiny
Still the uncertainty is intimidating
Thoughts about
Thieves
Tribal bands
Packs of wolves
The ghosts in my head
With one extra wagon wheel left
And 900 miles to go
I wipe sweat from my forehead
Pooled by the band of my trail worn hat
A nervous smile toward the children
Thinking that one day my journey will be a tale
Telling the story of a trip to California
1743 on the Santa Fe Trail
Copyright © Emily C. Archer | Year Posted 2024
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Emily C. Archer Poem
Because He Beats Me
Back I go into the den of tears
Splashing them across my face
The ones I have shed before
The memories
Some I have saved for years I this horrid place
Standing still I await the blow
My head - My back - My abdomen
Reality strikes
It seems so slow
I am paying for my sins
He loves me – He loves me not
Like picking pansies as they grow
He chose me for this lot
The tender kiss soft as a butterfly’s wing
So special I feel when he’s near
Oh, how my heart does sing
Making up is romantic dew
A glow beyond belief
Discolored speckled vision cleared
It all boils down with grief
Like a Lassie runs I make my way
A carpet for his feet
Bruises show a clotted flow
That fade well in a week…
I plot to steal away
Saving money for my future stay
He breaks my sofa – Says he’s take my life
I am his come what may
Stored anger churns deep within my soul
Backdrop game of blissful years
My bloodshed can never atone… Neither can the tears
For each mirror shows traces of healthy mane
I return faithful in fear
Unchanged
Because
He
Beats Me
- (c) Emily C. Archer
Copyright © Emily C. Archer | Year Posted 2024
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