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William Crocker Poem
The remorseful ocean murmured her regrets
For the fierce tantrum
She had thrown the night before.
She unfolds her pleated skirt
Along the shore
And whispers,“Come.”
She has seduced me before
And is trying again.
Her tide’s long arms
Wrap lovingly around the rocks
And lavish wet kisses
On their craggy faces.
I hold her in my heart
And dance with joy
On the sun-drenched sand.
She is a fickle lover
Who ever toys with my heart
And draws me
Down to the sea again.
Copyright © William Crocker | Year Posted 2011
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She left him for awhile
And it seemed alright.
. . . Until . . .
The sound
And touch of her
Was gone.
He failed to sleep
And the hunger disappeared.
He could not feel the soft caresses
Of places only God can see.
And emptiness,
Like soft shadows,
Moved within his soul.
. . . Then, he knew . . .
His love was gone.
Copyright © William Crocker | Year Posted 2011
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With kind eyes
And gentle soul,
You brought
Flowers,
Soft words,
And sweet touches . . .
To my table.
You filled my empty heart
And hungry spirit.
You brightened
My drab and lonely world.
You touched
The hurting places . . .
At my table.
. . . Now . .
With sad eyes
And silent words,
You come to me.
My friend,
I’m filled and strong,
Let me,
Your waiter be.
Copyright © William Crocker | Year Posted 2012
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I feel like an old ship
Anchored in the bay,
Too old and slow
To battle storms
Or haul the freight
That pays the way.
I’ve had my turns
On stormy seas
And danced on waves
That threatened me.
I’ve spent my time
On misty isles
And slept with strangers
In lonely ports.
I’ve heard the songs
That nature sings
And drunk the wine
Of slower times.
. . . Now . . .
The journey’s over
The mellow, harbor lights
Of yesterday
Are gone.
I’m anchored in the bay
And people come to see
This old ship
Whose memories hang,
Like shrouds of rope,
Down from the mast.
And, younger ships have come
To take my place upon the sea.
Written while visiting the ship, "Star of India," in San Diego
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You left an open door,
And a stranger wandered in;
She straightened out
The cluttered rooms
And mended broken things.
She wiped away the dust
And stains from many tears;
She brought flowers, soft music
And candles for light.
. . . And . . .
I closed the door.
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She was special
For such a long, long time . . .
I knew her ways,
Her hidden thoughts.
She left me no surprises
. . . Until . . .
She was gone.
It was my love for her.
I missed . . .
The touch of hand and soul,
The sleeping - and the waking,
The laughing - and the crying,
. . . But, most of all . . .
I missed the quiet times
When soul touched soul
And eyes spoke
Quietly and softly,
Until the heart of love was filled,
And spilled in tears,
Like gentle rain.
The message of love was there
Without the noise of words.
And the touching of our hands
. . . Revealed . .
The fullness of our love.
Reve
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When I’m alone
And thoughts of you
Steal softly ‘cross
The paths my mind has taken,
I close my eyes,
And, silently,
I drink the fragrance
Of your presence.
When I’m alone,
The songs I sing
Belong to you;
The flowers I pick
Make your bouquet;
The castle I build
Is for your dwelling;
The jewels I find
Are for your adorning.
Should you never come to me,
When I’m alone
The songs I sing
Will all be sad songs;
And, wilted flowers
Will line the path
To an empty house;
The jewels I find
Will lie like stones
That children throw.
So, come,
Hold my hand
And walk with me.
Blend your thoughts with mine.
Let our souls become as one
In the empty hours . . .
When I’m alone.
Copyright © William Crocker | Year Posted 2011
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The sun did not rise
With me this morning.
The cold, grey mist
Was there . . .
Chilling all the places
We had been
The night before.
I could not see
The paths we’d walked
Or places where We’d stopped.
I only felt
The cold mist’s arms
About my soul
. . . And . . .
Emptiness
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I walked with you
For just one mile today.
I felt the joy
Of reaching out
And the touching
Of our hands.
I heard a sweet song
In every word you spoke,
And clearly understood
The message of your heart.
When I walked with you
I never saw the hills we climbed,
Or felt the many rocks
Beneath my tired feet.
Your awesome burden
Seemed so light
When added unto mine.
I only saw the flowers
Reflected in your eyes
And felt the velvet
Of your touch
While pleasure soon became
The destination of my path .
. . . Now . . .
Our walk has ended;
The empty path seems wide,
The weeds, the dust, and rocks
Crowd every step I take.
. . . Until . . .
I think of you
And the mile we walked today.
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The union of love is complete . . .
The moment of passion is gone . . .
She lies in my arms
And tenderly,
Her fingers move across my skin.
It is then
That a greater love
Mysteriously
Is revealed.
Her soul
And
Mine
Mingle and move together
Like the mists in the trees by the river.
. . . Silently . . .
The fusion of spirits takes place
In a world without words . . .
The holding
The gentle whispers
The brushing of tender lips,
Blending our souls into one.
Sweet passion,
Are you the door?
Copyright © William Crocker | Year Posted 2011
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