Poetry Corner

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Welcome to my poetry collection.
Things written by me have "Twilight" after it, and things
written by other people have initials after it. Some
have been written by friends, some by popular authors,
but most of it is mine exclusively.

To explain the title "the reflections pool," when
I write poetry, it usually reflects on an aspect
of life. I am writing a book entitled "Reflections"
filled with my ponderings about life, and my trying
to answer questions that my busy little mind can
conjure up.

Oh, btw-- all of this has been copyrighted, so
please do not take any of it without expressed written
permission by me. If you do, it could result in jail
time, and large fines. I will hunt you down. Thank you.

Blue Roses- Janet I. Buck
Here I Stand- Twilight
Before the Sun Goes Down- Blue Roses
Reflections 1- Twilight
Reflections 2- Twilight
Reflections 3- Twilight
Sleep-Gary Miller
Untitled 1- Gary Miller

Blue Roses
. . . . by Janet I. Buck

Shades of grey that blocked the moon
for all too many years.
The lapis of her missing bones,
the deepest blue of tragedy
that only hands of love could turn
like wheels in a bank of snow.

The zooming lens of scrutiny.
The deeper valleys of the sighs.
They met her at the door at night
like barking dogs with empty bowls.
Eyes like frisbees in a park
that had to land upon the grass
before she had the thumbs of will
to cast them off like fishing boats
that tumble in a raging sea.

Beans of words and coffee grounds
that felt so very stale.
Like cookies left on countertops
because they broke in ugly chunks
when spatulas and angry pens
would stick upon the page.
The fever doubt that always climbed
when someone wrote her difference down.
Like marks of red in margins
of a diary that no one ought to read.

The margarine of wooden limbs
beside the butter of her dreams.
Then the jam of syllables
he spread with gentle hands:
"A rose in blue is still a rose,
even though it bleeds."

Here I Stand
....Twilight

Here I stand, alone and untamed,
Alone, but not lonely.
I have turned to the quietness of the mountains,
For human life has failed me once again.
Here I stand; the wind at my back
And the sun to my face.
I have never before seen
A more fulfilling place.
Yet- there is something else I long for.
The chance for others to feel as I do.
To trust your instincts and your will
More than the people around you.
The sun is shining and the wind is blowing.
The birds are singing and the water's flowing.
Here I stand, alone and untamed-
Alone but not lonely.
The winds are changing and the sun is setting.
A human life ends on this earth
Because of the promise.
A promise broken long ago-
A promise forgotten.
I have not left the quietness fo the mountains.
The quietness of my soul,
Where all is at peace.

Before the Sun Goes Down
....Twilight

Sunlight gleaming through the window
Starting out a brand new day
Family lasts for all eternity
Be careful what you say
Poorly chosen words can tear up
What friendsip one may own
When all things go wrong with life
One should always be able to turn back home

Mistakes are made contuniously
Harsh words come out all wrong
Misunderstandings cause the quarrels
That last far to long
Sunlight should be used to fix
The wrongs that occur through the day
Once the sun is gone for the night
The problem's only delayed too late

Don't let the fight last
Be the first to give in
Family's worth the pride lost
It's not important that you win
Make up before the sun's gone
The light has a healing touch
It shouldn't hurt that much
Pain may be worth avoiding the suffering that comes-
If the sun goes down

Standing in the pouring rain
Memories of the chances gone
Wilting flowers on the grave
Waiting for the morning's dawn-
Waiting for the sun to rise again

Misery
....Twilight

Lonliness and heartache, a tear runs down her face
No comfort drawn from friendship, the depression falls like lace.
Gentle tones cause no soothing- happiness is gone;
Wandering without purpose, just another pawn.
Sleeping seems the only cure for all the pain of life;
Forsaken by God is all she feels...left behind by time.
"Pray to Christ," is what some say, but that's not her belief
Devotions, Church, and prayer has yet to bring any relief.
Explanations are not possible for all the sadness felt-
In life's unfair poker game, she plays the cards already dealt.
Pessimistic bravado, despairing thoughts and pain
Wandering aimlessly through life's falling acid rain.
Chained to misery and hopelessness, she fakes a happy smile,
But unbenownst to all but her, she's hurting all the while.
She feels the only way to stop the pain is the easy out
But feelings of fear and uncertainty deter her from that route.
Instead she closes her eyes and swallows, trying to stay strong
She tries to be happy and tries to be brave, and tries to move her life along.
Many thoughts cross her mind- she refuses to give in;
And because of that knowledge of her strenghth,
She knows that she can win.

Reflections 1
....Twilight

A shooting star knows not where it is going.
It knows only that life is in motion, and it has no
control over where its path may lead. In the same
way, I feel like a shooting star. I have made choices
in life, and I don't know where they will take me.
All I can do is refuse to let the light within me stop
shining, so that when I am gone, no one will remember
my mistakes-only the brightness that I made their lives
during the time that I had to work with.

Reflections 2
....Twilight

Waterfalls are strange, yet awesome things. They are
usually so beautiful, whether they be frozen or in motion.
The curious thing about them, though, is that no matter
how boring or majestic a waterfall may look like on the
outside, should you go behind it- there is usually a cave
hiding underneath. In this cave there could be beautiful
rock formations, created by the constantly flowing water.
There could be snakes that feed on the debris that the water brings...
Waterfalls can be like people. No matter what the person
acts or looks like on the outside, there is usually some
secret hiding beneath the obvious. Whether the secret be
like a crystal cave, filled with precious stones and beauty,
or monsters- you can never truly know the person until
they let you dig down deep into their soul to find the
hidden secret. Don't give up on a person until you've
discovered the secrets of their cave. You just might find
a hidden treasure.

Sleep
...by: Gary Miller

when I sleep, I dream
in memories of you
and I, I don't get much sleep anymore.
'Cause I don't want to think,
about times with you before.
And I, I don't know if I
If I should even try
'Cause every time I do
I think of you and cry
Sometimes a hand reaches down
and lifts up those who have fallen.
Someone decides to give them
a second chance to love.
But my heart still beats,
My lungs still breathe,
My life goes on,
Without you and sleep..
And I, I don't know if I
If I should even try
'Cause every time I do
I think of you and cry.
oh, I cry,....I cry for you.

Untitled 1
...by: Gary Miller

Walking around the streets in a violent town
Gunshots ring by my head and I fall to the ground.
Why does the world have to be this way?
Why can't our kids go outside to play?
So much violence
So much hate
Why is the world doomed to this terrible fate?
So much violence
So much hate
I don't want to see it all end this way.
What about Morals, what about faith
These were the things that kept our world safe
Unbox your freedom, let it ring
I'm locked inside my house and I can't find the key
There's only one way to bring back trust
break out your Bibles, and ....
brush away the dust.
So much violence
So much hate
Why is the world doomed to this terrible fate?
So much violence
So much hate
I don't want to see it all end this way.

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