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Gelissa Yorke Poem
A flower of gold how sweet you are, so colorful so vibrant as sweet as honeycomb,
your eyes are as the blues off the tip of a mountain, or is it as blue as the oceans deep,
is it winter or is it spring, who can tell, when there is a mist of love that curves your beautiful hands
now it is summer filled with life of gold, only the heavens can understand what this life of happiness
could unfold
It lights up like a candle, like a flower it blooms, like a rabbit running through the meadow,
oh my sweet summer groom.
Copyright © Gelissa Yorke | Year Posted 2014
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Gelissa Yorke Poem
What seems great, full of years and much to taste, later proves that time is not to waste.
Pass your time sojourning with trembling and fear, some of us may not have much time left here.
Considering then and now, all that’s ever been under the sun, I can still hear many ask, “what’s wrong with some fun”.
Curious we became, searching out this and that, posing as some great thing saying, hey look what I’ve got!
Forgetting our souls for which we will give an account, there’s no money that can pay for this required amount.
Covering your eyes and ears to this never changing truth, taking the broad road that doesn’t bare any fruit.
Swiftly without warning, one is plucked from this path, plummeting into a place that is so, so very dark.
Prepared is a great supper, you’re invited by the King, Jesus is the only way to enter therein.
Give thought I beg of you, stop living on the edge, look around its evening now, we are drawing closer to the end.
Copyright © Gelissa Yorke | Year Posted 2024
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Gelissa Yorke Poem
Why does the sky let down droplets of rain, couldn’t it be like the river which remains the same.
Look at that elephant washing its back, surely I could do that, just watch me do my flaps.
Ripples through the water aren’t they the best, now why is this raven making much noise in her nest.
Swirl they did, so many I’ve lost count, maybe if I just take a dip, now that’s what I’m talking bout!
Here comes the evening pigeon I guess somehow it must, could you please stop! Should you always make such a fuss.
The ducks going in circles seems to be having a blast, feeling water on my face, how I wish this day would last.
Suddenly there was a splash as the crocodile came up for air, why am I perched on a tree, this couldn’t be more unfair!
Now listen here, indeed you might have somehow missed, I’m no bird! Just in case you were wondering this.
Copyright © Gelissa Yorke | Year Posted 2022
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