Poems

I promise we'll post some pics soon. Until then, here are some original poems of mine. Some are old and some newer. I've also reworked some a bit. I wasn't happy with them and I think now I am. Maybe. Anyway, most are haikus which is my favorite style, but I like rhyme schemes and free verse too. Hope you enjoy them. I have some more to finish. Love you all. Oh and by the way, to all you who didn't think I was a romantic. : P
Brent.

P.S. Dan, three of the haikus are just for you. Can you guess which ones?


The Plan

Before the world started,
And the first child departed,
Father gathered us to plan a great work.
Though in us He was proud,
One stood out in the crowd,
But so did an arrogant young turk.

Jehovah and Lucifer were their names,
Separate futures would they frame,
They both began as honorable sons.
While the first remained true,
The second’s pride grew,
So would it be the proud or the One?

Two paths were presented,
To each some resented,
In the first, the One was the Savior of man.
The second's would save all the kids,
But God’s glory be his,
Of this notion most were simply not fans.

There were shouts from the dismayed,
And counter opinions conveyed,
Soon many had grown quite depressed.
Battle lines were then drawn,
On both sides captains and pawns,
The situation was on the edge of unrest.

But Father’s decision was clear,
Which direction he would steer,
The second’s plan was to be ditched.
The One’s plan was a go,
Yet no conceit did he show,
Oh what a fit the loser soon pitched.

A third of all he had wowed,
And then the Devil he vowed,
It was time to break up this great clan.
Power through war he soon sought,
Yet it would all be for naught,
Satan and his troops lost so they ran.

God’s forces won true,
So His plan would ensue,
Jehovah would still be the Chosen.
So a world was created,
With no details abated,
The work was far beyond golden.

Now agency was granted,
To those who had wanted,
To move on to the next stage in life.
Our bodies were earned,
But their control must be learned,
Or our lives with mistakes would be rife.

Our Father’s intuition,
Knew we would not always listen,
So prophets give us words we can reference.
The more that we try,
To choose well till we die,
Decides if we are forgiven through repentance.

Life’s good and the bad,
May be easily had,
By both the learned and those in ignorance.
So listen to me,
And clearly you'll see,
Its right choices that make all the difference.

Whether or not we are good,
Or do as we should,
Determines where we go in the hereafter.
For many a rake,
Will tremble and quake,
At the judgment seat of the Master.

For the evidence shows,
He took the stings and the blows,
And bore for us all the pain.
If we do all He has asked,
And finish our tasks,
Upon us will His glory reign.


The Boy and the Lady

There once was a fabulous Beauty,
Whose husband had a choice of two cuties,
And though young may have had a chance of another.
Instead he devoted his life,
To his small crazy wife,
To some they wondered, “Why bother?”

This Beauty so fair,
She lived life without care,
Nearly drove her poor husband to drink.
But despite his frustration,
He resisted temptation,
And kept his small family in the pink.

What comes next for them “Who knows?”
As long as life’s woes,
Aren’t poured out more than they can handle.
For their relationship grows,
With the highs and the lows,
Until no ones love can hold a candle.

Now this silly young lad,
Is a nigh broken-down cad
But with years he is starting to mellow.
With his wife at his side,
His heart swells with pride,
He thinks he is one fine lucky fellow.


Haikus

Sol’s sweltering rays
Distant shimmering heat waves
Baked clay sand and earth

Summer hurricanes
Cyclonic majestic death
The sea’s bitter breath

Twenty foot rollers
Crest and trough, swell then cresting
Breakers crash ashore

Scintillating lips
Flaxen hair and eyes of blue
Giantess of spirit

Black inky darkness
Twinkling fiery stars
Pinholes in God’s quilt

Silence grips the mesa
A coyote cries in the dark
Lonesome on the butte

Muscles bunch and flex
Striding bands orange and black
Ghostly fangs in brush

Fresh morning prisms
Glittering grassy jewels
Nature’s diamonds

Lightning rips the sky
Storms traverse prairie fields
Winds howl hauntingly

A hook line and pole
The fish and water await
Time ebbs ever slower

Gentle warm currents
Glider whips past snowy peak
Graceful silver swan

On emerald lawns
Under the bright harvest moon
Dancing fairies sing

Ice freshly broken
Waves crash unceasingly
Crab pots yield red gold

Trees fall, timbers cut
A hand is lost, legs mangled
Forests replanted

Crackling rivers
Cold white-knuckles, clenching teeth
Miners need supplies

City deluged
Shadowy figures patrol
Spectres of the night

Glorious haiku
The written word yet not prose
Speaks love from his heart

A thrush warbling
Robins gently tap the ground
Sparrows hop and peck

Dew-speckled flowers
Sparkle in the early sun
Bees gently buzzing

The morning mist lifts
A loon cries out in the gloom
The lake dawns anew

The sun slips slowly
Past horizon’s boundaries
Night again draws breath

Silver-flecked sky
The jet planes thunder and shake
Dream unattained

The old man watches
Children cheerfully playing
Tears stain Grandpa’s cheek

Two hearts forever
Bound by rings and promises
Together in love

A boy shy but true,
Loved a pretty young sweetie
Saved him from himself

The peaceful night air
Awoke with rockets red glare
It’s the Fourth again!

The cry of a lark
A brook babbling away
Music to my ears

Stars twinkle and wink
Give evidence of siblings
Worlds we’ll never know

The laugh of a child
The wings of a butterfly
God’s hand in all things

More poems will come
When I am rested, for now
You will have to wait