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Poetry 2
Poem Of Myself I celebrate myself and sing to myself To soar the highest mountain Of success and tranquility Tones collaged with jubilance Impression whispers of tautness Question my unexplored signals Intertwined hymns of God and Sincerity circle my universe The gospel beaming form my heart Sends a peaceful breeze In which I breathe graciously An isolating lyric which hums No true identity defines My misunderstood appearance A half obscure mind Overcasting reverie and creativity I wish to walk circumspectly With a rejoicing carol Following me down A chime filled path copy right 1993 Nina Woods revised July 20 2001 God's Breath
Wild Flowers Exuberant and free Dancing with glee Fluttering in the wind Enamoured radiance within Abundant with rain Spontaneous veins Explosion of colors Gods free reign Freedom to raise Seedlings without cost Spreading God's promise Of rainbow colors To the lost Nina W 6-8-01 Let Yesterday Go
The Journey A long bumpy road Swept with ages of tears, Worn beaten paths Of too may tortured years. Highways of fears Life in the fast lane, Never a moments peace Of a journey taken in vain. Standing in the middle Of an never ending road, Helplessly beginning to fall From a heavy laden load. Down on your knees Crying out in pain, A glorious light shines Down the bumpy lane. Whispers in the trees Giving you sterngth to move, The peace of light Giving you a reason to fight. Running down the rocky road Tears streaming down your face, You see open arms waiting, Making your broken heart pace. Tripping over a bump You begin to fall, The Lord catches you He's been there after all. He takes your hand tenderly, Smoothing the path Of a journey that's Going to lead to a road Bricked with Gods glorious gold. Nina Woods 2001 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED (C) NINA WOODS 2001 |