Some Attempts at Poetry

The Stage of My Life
At night I lie, I lie and wait
for sleep to overcome my empty ways,
my desperate and empty life.
All day I play an empty part.
My character is happy,
bright and smart.
I paint a mask over my empty face,
one that glows and smiles before it fades.
All anyone knows is my part,
for I play it with exquisite skill.
No one sees my empty face,
just the mask I wear at will.
After the day is through
I remove my mask,the play for the day is done
The real and empty me is released,
my vulnerability is revealed.
That night I'll lie and wait
for the next day to approach.
I hope that by a twist of fate,
tomorrow will be better than the day before

The World Today
Time is flying,
Life is passing,
People are racing
without stopping.
Stopping to think
Stopping to wonder
No time to reflect,
and no time to sunder.
To sunder through a peaceful park,
to 'stop and smell the roses'.
No time to stop, just to start
we're all to busy playing our part.
The part we feel we've been assigned,
for our true selves would be denied.
Who are you? and who am I?
But there's no time for questions, so don't ask why.
Life is a gift,
why race through it?
But time moves so fast
and there's no slowing it.

To My Father
Although I'll never know you,
or even if you cared,
I'm writing you this letter
for the special bond we share.

I've seen the pictures,
read the words,
I'm searching for something
that can't just be heard.

I examine your face in wonder.
Are those my eyes?
My ears? My smile?
I'm trying to find some miniscule tie

Then I'll ponder,
"Why can't you be here?"
Why did you leave
when I needed you near?!

To hug me, to smile,
to say all is well.
But now I'll never know that comfort,
but forever on it I shall dwell.

You'll never walk me
down the aisle.
Hear my words,
or see me smile.

I wish I'd known you,
for just awhile,
Did you love me?
Your youngest child?

As I write,
the tears come fast.
Tears for a father
who's love couldn't last.

Tears only you
could wipe away.
Tears that would end
if only you'd stayed.

But you're gone forever,
you're not coming back
but forever I'll love you,
and cry for the father I lack.

I only hope
we'll meet again.
One day in Heaven
But when is then?

The Fairy Caslte
Last night I dreamed of a fairy castle,
and to name all the beings would be quite a hassle.
Blue fairies, pink fairies, fairies with wings,
all full of laughter, and all busy as bees.
The castle was golden, and glowed and glistened,
it even played music, you had but to listen.
The music was sweet, it tasted of sugar,
how this possible, I can't quite remember.
The fairies were busy with their tasks of the day,
Some creating the April showers, and others the flowers of May.
The castle was in the Mountains of Mist,
surrounded by clouds that brought winds of sweet bliss.
Found in the center was the Fountain of Dreams,
which was run by none other than the fairy queen.
The queen was beautiful, lovely as can be,
but what else can be expected of one such as she?
Her gown was of sattin, her crown made of dew
She glowed and she glistened from her head to her shoes.
The dream was wonderful, but all dreams must end.
But I know that in Dreamland I can return once again.

Reeds In the Wind
Reeds blowing in the wind
are said to be waving free.
But something just doesn't fit,
for the reeds are only allowed to lean.

The roots are buried in the earth
deep and strong and sure.
and yet they seem to feel no mirth
just innocent, unknowing, and pure.

The reeds seem to be reaching,
stretching for something just beyond their length.
yet it's something they will never reach
for their roots hold them back with everlasting strength.

The same roots which give them life,
seem to keep it from them.
Life giving, nurturing, bright.
Imprisoning, yearning, strife.

We, like reeds, are blowing in the wind.
Afraid to break free, but longing to live.

America
America! America!
Home of the Free and the Brave
Our country's fought for many an era
so the path of freedom could be paved.
We were destined from the very start
to have a country brave and true.
Many played an important part
to make sure our country grew.
Our founding fathers began it all
with a simple list of demands.
A war was begun; we did not fall,
Instead America was born with true American hands.
After our freedom had been granted,
some thought others deserved the same.
The next war caused our lands to be parted,
and the Civil War freed all the slaves.
Liberty, Sweet Liberty,
the secret our nation knows.
Many have fought, so you and me
could live in a nation where freedom grows.
America, America
Home of the Free and the Brave.
Our country's lasted for so many eras,
and above our flag still waves.

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