An Archive of poems I have written
|ICEFLOWS ON THE ELBE
Iceflows on the elbe
Carry bergs to the sea
In one is the ring I gave her
When she came to me
One in a million moments
Brought lovers to embrace
We were in torments
The ring fell without trace.
But we cry together now
This is just as it should be
Every such moment that God allows
is a glimpse of eternity
Mist on fields as sun is rising
my sight is dim but hopes returning
The sun is bright and the light is burning
into my waking mind
Look into my eyes to find,
the sleeper greet the dawn
The mists of night are departing
Into this day I am reborn.
Ghost in the shadows,
darkness in your eyes
You look into the light
where the fire burns bright
But you can never be
anymore than an echo
of the life you see
Rainbows in the Mist
Do you see the rainbows in the mist
Its a beautiful new day
Was there something that I missed
In the night that's gone away.
We loved and fought and separated
In the hours while others slept
This is not what I anticipated
This is not the plan I set
Do you see the colours of the new day
Hang in silent teardrops in the air
The sun is shining on your hair
I will love you come what may
Where wives can't see
Work calls me
Cup Half Empty
You say that you are true,
That honesty is your way.
But the sky is blue,
And you paint it gray,
Just in case it rains today.
Too many memories to live
Eyes too full of memory
To sparkle in the light
He stares into the sun
As if into the night.
Heart too full of worry
To take anothers pains
He needs space to find himself
His soul beneath false names.
This sky is too blue
This sky is too blue
This sun is too bright
Sometimes what seems so true
Does not feel right.
This girl smiles too much at me
This lady talks too often to me
This woman wants her piece of me
But this man just wants to be
The man God alone can see
A man with a small heart
Dark and light squeezed inside
The smallest space of his heart
The rules like ropes tightly tied
Crushing feelings he cannot impart.
I Search the matter out,
Try to understand,
What kings long to know,
What the Truth can reveal
The flames rise and do not die
The hunger grows and is never satistfied
The questions cannot find their answers
I am pacing restless in the smallest spaces
I need to know the reason why?
The heart of an Exile
Exiled in a strange land
Yet I am always home
On foreign soil I stand
But I am not alone.
I see the green and growing
Of englands fields and woods
I feel the rain upon my face
I remember the atlantic waves
That rolled against the cliffs
I remember the country houses
The castles and palaces royal
Family and friends are in my soul
I sacrificed what I loved for one I love more
I am happy and in pain
As if newly born and dying
Both at the same time.
Who can understand these thoughts and feelings
Who can understand the exiles heart
God looks upon a world of exiles
And will restore us all to a better place.
In his own good time.
A poem I heard and liked (not mine)
Ich male ein Bild
Ein schones bild
Ich male mir den Winter
Weiss ist das Land
Schwarz ist der Baum
Grau ist der Himmel dahinter.
Sit in silence and decide,
If words can say how you feel.
Reach inside and confide
The wounds that you want healed
When parents fight
My sons face is torn with pain
I shall not forget this look
The agony I saw could tame
The wildest man to shame
He sees his mum and dad at war
As if the love they have is gone
He sees the breaking of Gods law
Of eternal love, its all gone wrong
I love my son so much
So let us reconcile
He needs his mum and dad
To lead him through the time of trial.
Sleeping overnight with daughter in Hospital
#### she is sleeping
Next to her dad
The cable to her foot is keeping
Her fed and watered- it is sad.
I am in a place of sickness
Where children are in pain
And yet here I find a richness
Of loving hearts darkness cannot tame.
And here in this sort of hell
I find new reasons to love
As I pray that my daughter gets well
And commit the other kids to God above
And here again is the reason
My daughter lights this world
With a special gift for the Spring season
In a dark place she is joy so bold.
White Ice Mountain
White ice mountain
Beneath a starry sky
The view below is clouds
A few jagged peaks push through towards the heavens
I stand alone beneath the stars
Starlight cannot melt my frozen tears
And yet even here in this most desolate place
I feel Gods presence warm my soul
As I reach as far as a man can go
I see how much further he has yet to climb
Gods footstool is a step upon a ladder
Into the largest sky.
Hungry for loving
Hungry for loving,
you walk in circles,
looking for something that you never had.
you see pieces of what you want,
glimpses of heaven,
but the fragments are never whole
and have not yet found their form
in the smile upon a Saviours face.
Why live to die
A thousand perfect buys
Building blocks that reach to the sky
I'm asking why
you live this lie.
You'll never reach the stars this way
standing on the pile of what you own
It decays beneath you
into the dust
speeding like the seconds down
and falling like the setting sun.
You cannot even afford the stars
yet think that you can fill the space inside yourself
with things that you can buy
you live to die
yet still you do not ask the reason why.
The tide keeps coming
The tide keeps coming,
won't turn around,
though when I built my castle at the top of this beach,
my pride declared that it would stand forever.
But I am only a man,
behind walls of sand,
and God made the storm that tears my castle down.
Listening for the sound
Domesticated thoughts closed to the future,
try to preserve the status quo,
but the future cannot be resisted,
it breaks the moulds of yesterday,
and its whisphers are heard by those who listen for its sound.
Peace is better than war,
to be rich is better than to be poor,
to be happy is better than to be sad,
to be good is better than to be bad.
But death ends it all,
and only the Godly will not fall,
for they trust in a God whose love endures.
If I could see to the boundaries of space and time and grasp the detail in between,
still would I wonder at the infinity that lay beyond the walls of my comprehension
and at the infinite riches of the one who made me.
A beer in the park
A beer in the park out in the April sun,
I place myself inside the scene,
which seemed warmer inside my head,
than this cold reality that makes me shiver.
In the Forest
In the forest at the midnight hour,
men have heard sounds that fed imagination,
they have spoken of monsters that lurk in the shadows,
told tales of magic,
and dreamt dreams dark and light.
I look now into a forest of stars,
but not content with dreams I want to know,
Is anybody out there or are we alone?
If nobody lived in Narnia I suppose we would be only what we can see,
a world of moving masks with no depth of personality.
But if everybody lived in Narnia,
I think that we'd all soon starve!
Green shoots in the wasteland,
the flowers grow in bloodstained soil,
a stranger smiles,
he's lost a hand,
why did he smile?
I am in turmoil.
The sun comes out from behind the clouds,
dark like an angry past.
I sing my songs of words like smoke,
they hide the fires that killed all hope.
We had our reasons and we were right,
but now we see the price we've paid.
The dead are dead and the wounded maimed,
our purged land is a hurting place,
cleaned of a wickedness that cannot be named.
We need healing,
we need God's grace.
I turn to the sunlight,
from dark to bright,
for the future must forget the past.
Green shoots grow in this land,
the flowers reach towards the sun.
I turn to the sunlight, from dark to bright,
like green shoots growing in this land.
Dark cloud you are always overhead,
why can't you rain your tears,
on his dry and thirsty heart,
why can't you wash the flies away,
from the open wounds of comrades slain.
He only stares and will not speak of what has been
and my words sound empty and hollow to him,
because I was not there.
But I see the unspoken pain,
I see the deep darkness in his eyes,
born of a place he does not leave behind,
a place called......
A Deeper Power
We talk about the ocean in a fragile boat on a stormy sea,
our words reach only the shallow sunlit spaces,
but we feel a deeper power move our hearts,
moving through the dark canyons below,
unseen currents that stir us now.
Take a chance
Take a chance on living,
jump the gap between two places and rejoice on reaching the other side,
though it is dark and you do not know,
what you will find.
Man of Prayer
Mighty Warrior of the silent war,
fighting invisible giants with darkened hearts,
strong in the Lord and known only to Him,
you stand and the darkness breaks against this rock,
like giant waves,
like an angry tide of filthy voices,
that cannot reach the lighthouse lamp.
the light penetrates the storm undimmed,
and shouts God's glory in this most dangerous place.
In the desert I find a simple purity,
the city was too soiled and noisy.
The silence grants a place to listen.
Free from the urban turmoil,
the crowded voices and machines.
In the peaceful shade of a large rock,
a song begins to rise within me.
And in this place I find you once again my Lord and God.
There is a moment I cannot leave behind,
where the fragrance of your presence lingers,
where to breathe is to love you,
as if you were right here.
Though you are silent
Though you are silent
I hear you sing
though I have tasted of you
I hunger for more
Your smell is on me
and I do not want to wash it off
I feel your touch upon my finger tips
it lingers like a warmth I do not want to lose
With Bullets and Barbies
With bullets and Barbies,
you challenge and charm,
With tears and laughter
you stir my heart
through the depths
into the heights
to a love that overwhelms me.
Dreams before Dawn
In dreams before the dawn,
in blackness before red,
I glimpse the truth,
that will fill my waking senses.
I find the light
before the day has come,
I believe that there will be blue
after blood red has defeated night.
An old lady I saw
Young eyes smile back at me
From an old face,
When did the years imprint what I can see,
The wrinkles of time and space.
she's loved, her beloved.
She's won, her right to belong
She's lost, the time to live her dreams,
It seems, lost the time to live her dreams - to the end.
What do I see in young eyes,
That hope does not age
That the writer writes a full page,
Into every life that does not pretend
To have arrived in heaven before its true,
To have sung its song until its through.
She sings, she writes, she is,
Beautiful even now,
Having walked through so many thorns,
Having endured so many storms.
She lives for the night
She does not like this music
nor sing these songs
Her heart flies into the night
to where it belongs
and in the day she lives on memories
of the man who moved her heart
she aches for the home
she remembers alone.
Eyes that look so hungry
to win his smile
She walks around him in a circle
though she pretends to look away
She orbits like a planet
around its star
cannot escape him
though why I cannot say?