EARTHLY CREATURES

Earthly Creatures

We are earthly creatures

Marked by life

And slowed

By death.

We are lifted

By love

And downed

By reality.

Our lives

Are long walks

Through deserts

Interspersed with an oasis or two.

Friends are roses

Blooming along

The gray roadsides

That we stumble upon.

And families

Are usually people

That start out as friends

And end up as strangers.

Such is life

This thing we must do

As we search for meaning

And solace in the storm.

If true love comes

It comes as a surprise

And like children, we, without thought 

Rip open the packages.

The roads wind through mountains

And our eyes are darkened

By tears and rain and loss

And brightened in the moments of sunshine.

We are creatures

Like no others

We are not animals

No matter if we live like they.

We are men

Who walk upright

And seek to rise

While falling down.

And if, at the end of it all

We are counted worthy

To be adopted by heavenly creatures

We will adapt, though it will be hard, to joy.

©by Voo

05/10/08

1:24 a.m. 

                                                    Sometimes When It Rains......

                                                       by Secret Garden
                                            please play with poem.....

PICTURE THIS

Picture This….

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Your arms

At midnight

In the sand….

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My heart

A captive

In your hand….

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Your eyes

Like windows

I peek in….

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My eyes

Meet yours

And seek again.

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Picture this….

The two of us

Lying, listening

To the rush

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The sea is silver

In moonlight’s glow

As stars speak secrets

The sea can’t know

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And you and I

Like lovers, all

Wish on those stars

And hear the call

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Of tide and turning

There in the dark

While night winds fan

The flame from spark.

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We drink the wine

That’s pressed from love

And touch the skies

That sleep above

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Picture this….

My love, with me

Your arms at midnight….

Beside the sea.

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©by Voo

July 19, 08

1:03 a.m.

IF I KNEW

If I Knew


If I knew the word
Would I say it?
If I knew the prayer
Would I pray it?

If I thought the thought
Would I think it?
If I had the drink
Would I drink it?

If I had the feast 
Would I dine?
And lose my inhibitions
In wine?

If love was a gift
Would I take it?
And hold it so tight
I would break it.

If I had a heart
Would I feel?
And know the untruth
And the real?

I do not know
Just what I think
When all my life
Is on the brink.

But I am hoping
That you see
And will answer
All these things for me.


©by Voo
April 8. 2017
2:07 a.m.

ON THE EDGE OF NIGHT

On The Edge of Night



I spotted you on the edge of night
Like a waking dream on a morning that will not rise
Your hand waved gently but your eyes held mine with a grip of iron
And across the chasm, our souls touched.

A wolf stood by your side but it whimpered at your word
A raven, nodding with mournful face, cried out a voiceless song
It was a yearning that cannot be spoken
And a darkness that breaks out in sun, and a coming home.

Wonder filled me as I stood dying and rising up again
A rapture and a terror like an ancient thing made new
The moon lay silently about your shoulders
Then fell at your feet, as the shadows passed by, along with my trembling heart.

The chasm beckoned with an unfulfilled hunger
Engulfed me in abandon and a never known joy
And as you watched and waited, in that endless, endless longing
My feet with wings of innocence, found the bridge that was not there.

©By Voo

July 23, 09

11:30 p.m.    

THE LIGHT ALWAYS COMES

The Light Always Comes


The light is low here at the end of day
And soon these hours will have died
Their little deaths and gone to where
All good hours go: To memory.

Then tomorrow will be born
Out of space and time
And we will march through that new day
With weary, though grateful feet.

You and I, my friend, we are so different
Yet so much the same
You came from there, I came from here
And where we'll end up, is known only to God.

So let us not fear the night
With it's darkness and shadow
For on the eastern horizon shines
The promise of sun, of hope, of continual day break.

It always comes. It always comes
And if it does not, for some of us
We will sleep in peaceful dreams
And wake in a land where there is no night.


©by Voo
Aug 25, 07