I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: My Scariest Writes Ever!!! ALL LINKS ON ONE PAGE ...
The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: My Scariest Writes Ever!!! ALL LINKS ON ONE PAGE ...: Click on title of poems below to take you to the page THE RAIN MAN DANCES (this may be the scariest thing I've e...
Looking
Looking
(the beginning of a journey)
Streets as dark as dark can get
Skies as black as blackest jet
I walk these hopeless paths and yet....
Keep looking, I keep looking.
There in the night, a distant light
There in the light, a dim lit sight
I run to see if I am right.....
For looking, always looking.
Too many times, too many days
I've lost my treasure, lost my ways
Grabbed hold so tight, they slipped away....
But continued looking, continued looking.
There is a place, I know, for me
And I will know it when I see
An oasis from this world, will be.....
If I keep looking, just keep looking.
My footsteps, slower now, with age
My life, words, on a yellowed page
My heart, a sad thing in a cage.....
Beats faintly, but still looking, looking.
Love, it calls my unknown name
Like taunting children at a game
Life, it changes, but stays the same....
And I go on looking, I go on looking.
Then up ahead, around a curve
A bright light rises from the swerve
And welcomes me with smile and verve....
And I stop looking, I stop looking.
(the ending)
Looking For the All Nite Cafe
by John Trudell
by John Trudell
©by Voo
March 22, 08
3:50 p.m.
A Meaningful Life
Love's Rain
Life without love
Is an lonely place
A star with no shine
And no gleaming
Life without love
Is a bitter taste
A life muddled through
With no meaning
Life without love
Is a tiresome thing
Running in circles
In vain
But life, like a desert
Can bloom like a garden
When that dry dust
Is drenched with love's rain.
©by Voo
10/14/2020
This is a painting a friend did of me
Like Puddles On An Asphalt Street (An Oldie From Voo's Vault)
Like Puddles On An Asphalt Street
Round and round this life, it goes
And where it stops, the Good Lord knows
Like puddles on an asphalt street
The silver water cool and sweet
Each tear that falls is gathered up
And safely stored inside His cup
And poured upon the soul's parched land
Where roses spring forth from His hands
Tears turn to rivers and then to tides
Of mighty oceans far and wide
And then are used to wash us clean
From the deaths of our old dreams
Down comes the rain made of our tears
And down the drain go all our fears
Round and round this life, it goes
And where it stops, the Good Lord knows.
©by Voo
Aug 5, 2006
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