GOD'S GIFT TO ME

If you believe?
God gives us each a Gift.

Then you will know mine is from Him.

I did not go to School as others did.

I did not go to High School
To reach the grades I should.

I heard the call and answered Faith.

My Life was not My own.

When I was Young.
 
I had to take the Path That was given Me.

No Parents but an Orphans Home.

For seventeen years I walked the way.

Then the Army came to Me.

It was a way to set me free.

Little did I know, the cost it would take.

It led Me to Nam, where I was out of place.

Through the War, I tried My best.

Faith was shaken by the test.

Then I came upon a Mine.

I Kept My Legs and My Mind.

When I found I could not walk.

I cried out to My God.

I called upon His Name to help.

My Faith was not with me.

The walk would not be easy.

Though I have wheels today.

Now through My writings.

I found He is at My Door.

For When I reach Heaven.
 
All the sorrows will be gone.

I am finding, He has given Me His Heart.

Blessed Me with a purpose.

That I may reach Your Heart.

Dedicated To Scotty G
A Soul Who Hopes To Be A Poet

A Poeatreeman

I hope I Have helped You, To Understand.

It Takes All Your Heart And Faith, To Stand.

Walk The Way That Will Lead To Him.

The Path Will Not Be Easy.

The Efforts Will Win The Way.

Your Efforts Will Not, Go Unrewarded.

Yet Look Not For Them Today.

They Will Come Upon You.
 
In Many Different Ways.

Look Not To Man, To Reap The Harvest.

For Truth Is Only Held By One.

Keep Faith, It Will All Take Place One Day.

Edgar Allan Prieto
10/25/97
 
  
THE BIRTH OF A POET

Born from pain and feelings of hurt
of a life that was not worth living
and a love that was not given.

born of suffering of peoples hearts
and agonies of children's tears
of a world that did not seem to care
and hope that was not there.

born from a tear and a heart
as feelings gave birth to tears
and tears awoke the soul to see
the heart it had felt for thee.

born of a time that God had planned
to let me see the right of way
that I may know not all is bad.

share the love that I may have.

born of a need to know myself
share what I've have come to know
that I may see your heart aglow.

with it all the things you feel
even if its pain and tears.

for this is what a Poet does
awakes your heart and soul to see
you are here indeed.

to feel all the pain and love
is to awaken the heart in you
maybe The Birth of a Poet too.

Dedicated to Jeannett Lynn 

Edgar Allan Prieto
June 3,1985
 
  
A POEATREEMAN

My Tear Was My Pen 

My Words I Spoke To God

My Feelings Was My Life 

My Love Only Beginning

My Heart I Give You All

A Poeatreeman, Who Found Himself

Gave The World His Tears

You Have My Heart, Carry it Gentle

Tend My Words 

For My Tears Are Inside

Share My Love 

By Giving Meaning To Heart

Love Each One 

My Words Will Have Heart.

A THOUGHT!

If I Could Write Your Wish 

it Would Be Peace

I Can Say The Words
 
I Wish You Love.

Dedicated To God

For He Found Me My Heart
 
His Love To Grow In it

A Tear To Weep 

Care To Know When Pain is Hurt

Joy To Know When Sadness Comes 

Sorrows When Feelings Cry.

EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
2/11/89
 
WHY DO POETS WRITE?

To Keep in Touch with God and Soul

To Keep The Heart From Growing Old

To Nourish Love with Pain and Sorrow

To Keep The Cares From Losing Ground

To Keep The Faith When Days are Long

To Let The Spirit Speak in Rhymes

To Say a Prayer in Words I Knew

To Give Thanks I am Here with You.

Dedicated To Rosepin7

A Poeatreeman

The Lines I Write Let it Speak of Love

The Lines I use

Let it Not Be Just Words I Write

Let it Say I Spoke of Life

Let it Show How I Lived My Life

Let it Be Known I am Human

Know I am Judged By One

Not By any Human

Less They Judged Themselves

They Will See Their Self.

A Poet's Note

Why Do Poets Write

To Keep Despair From Breaking Ground

To Keep Hope From Dwindling Down

To Keep Cares From Feeling Not

To Keep Tears From Drying Up

To Keep Happiness From Sorrows Hurt

To Keep Pain From Getting Worse

To Keep Faith From Breaking Down

To Keep Love From Losing Heart

To Keep Myself From Cracking Up

To Keep It All From Falling Apart.

Edgar Allan Prieto
12/16/97

MY COMPANION

To God! 

For He is My Companion, For Life

He Carries Me, When I Am in Pain

He Speaks To Me, When No One Listens

He Hears My Cries, and Dries My Eyes

He Makes My Life Bearable, When I Could Not

He Gave Me Hope, When I Saw Only Darkness

He Shared His Heart, and Gave Me Love

He Gave Me Heart, and Filled My Life

He Walked with Me, Even When I Left Him

He Found Me, When I Was at My Worst

All I Had was Sorrows

Still, He Gave Me His Hand

Said Friend

I Will Walk The Rest of The Way, With You

Just Hold On, The End is Near

I Am, Remember Me

I Will Hold A Place, For You.

DEDICATED TO MY COMPANION GOD

"A Poeatreeman Wishes"
(MY HEAD STONE)I WOULD LIKE IT TO BE
"TO MY COMPANION"
"I'D Shed My Tears" 
"My Life, My Love" 
"To Have A Friend As You"
"My Heart, You Have" 
"For It's in Your Hand"
"My Soul!" 
"I Pray, You Take Me In."
                                   
Edgar Allan Prieto 
1/24/89
 
  
A POET'S NOTE
THE BEST SITE IN THE WORLD IS LIFE
IT'S THERE TO VIEW, DAY OR NIGHT
NO TIME IS TOO SHORT, TO TAKE A LOOK
IT FILLS BOTH DAY AND NIGHT
IT'S BEST VIEWED!
WHEN YOU OPEN YOUR MIND
SO TAKE A LOOK, BEYOND THE TREES
YOU WILL SEE THERE'S MORE 
THAN JUST THE LEAVES

A POEATREEMAN
8/30/98

 

 
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