Her Greeting

Her Greeting

As I walk the long and dusty road,
Beams of sunlight rain upon my head
And sweat pours forth from my forehead,
But when she rushes to my outstretch arms
And I feel her warm, soft body next to mine,
The toils and agonies of the day
Drift from my body and soul.

More nice words...

Lost Treasures

From the dawning of the early morning sun,
The glittering streaks of amber light
Enlightened the dew wet fields
Of the cold, green earth beneath.

The brightening orange glow revealed to all,
The splendors and treasures of the world,
Which everyone is free to enjoy,
But which only a trifle seldom do.

The emerald green of the soft, fresh grass,
The sparkling diamonds of the flowing blue water,
The ruby red of the new budding rose,
The turquoise blue of the heavenly skies,
The shining gold of the falling, autumn leaves,
And the twinkling silver of the pebbles at brook bottom,

These are but a few of the many treasures of the world.
To see the warm smile given by an unexpected gift,
To feel the love given by a close-one's hug,
To hear the sweet voice of a long lost friend,
And to lend a helping hand to the needy when possible.
These are treasures which many have lost.

These treasures are lost to many and most,
For a monetary value they do not possess.
For these treasures are not "physical in nature,
These treasures are of the heart and soul.

I relate to the Eagle...

The Soaring Eagle

The soaring eagle flew
Above the snow-capped mountains.
Below he could see
The wonders of nature.

The rapid waters of the clear,
Blue colored mountain river.
Scurrying white-haired mountain goats
Maneuvering over jagged rocks.
The small, quiet valley
Surrounded by towering mountains.
The cows grazing on the soft, green grass
At the edge of the mountain range.
Faint sounds of churning of butter
Could be heard in the noiseless valley.
What a peaceful and lovely world.

Eagle, why does thy fall.
Thy once white bald head
Is now covered by oozing, red blood.
Man, what has thy done.

Nice... Can weakness be a strength?

My Debbie

Logic, logic flows throughout her head,
For a computer operator/programmer is she.
How the computer responds to her gentle touch.
If only she knew,
The jealousy and anger I feel,
For the lucky, lucky machine.

Her blondish, silky hair,
Drapes her soft, white shoulders,
With such delightfulness and carefreeness.
The temptations I strongly feel,
When she smiles her raw innocent smile.
Her piercing, blue eyes see through me,
She knows how much I deeply love her,
But her independence keeps her from me.
How can I tell her and make her truly understand,
It is because of her independence I love her.
It is her strength which gives me strength.
For even though I am man,
I am the one who is weak.

The flowing, ice-cold brook,
With its banks covered by ancient oaks and pines,
Offers a setting where love can slowly become.
She walks with me hand-in-hand,
Her long, tender fingers so delicate,
Yet when they need be,
They can be so strong.
Being by my side,
She makes me feel more of a man,
Than I ever, ever felt before.
This love does not last,
For it is only in my dreams, not reality.

Dear sweet, sweet Debbie,
I need your strength, your love,
But I am too weak of a man,
To find the words which I need to say.

Life why must you treat me so.
My chance for an everlasting love,
Gone for I cannot find the strength,
The fortitude to utter the needed words.
If only she could read my eyes,
They cry out for her love.

Life why do you treat me so unkind,
You make me a man who should be strong,
Yet I am weak, very weak.