Poetry

[twyrch]

I don't know if there are any poets among us, besides myself... I only write poems when I feel inspired.

Here's one of mine... I wrote this for my son before he was born...

Little Cameron
Cameron Michael Edwards

Little Cameron, you're our boy.
You fill our lives with boundless joy.
We hope, one day, that you will know,
The depths to which our love will go.

You are so precious in our sight.
We'll keep you safe and hold you tight.
We'll be with you through thick and thin,
From hurts without, to hurts within.

Thank-you Lord, for this young child,
Our precious boy, so meek and mild.
We place his life within your keep.
Please give protection while he sleeps.

We pray you grant us patience when,
Our own attempts seem frail and thin.
We pray his days are filled with fun,
Bright and clear with the rising sun.

Little Cameron, we see you there,
Small and content, without a care.
We love you, Oh, so very much!
You completed us with your touch.


Jeremiah Daniel Edwards

[Child of Immanuel]

That's good. I generally prefer more 'emo' poetry, but I like this. You must be so proud of your new son... can you post pictures?

[Adam]

Good poem Twyrch, it has a nice flow.

I do write poetry, particularly poems that contain humour. I will spare you the torture of reading any for the time being, instead how about an offering from one of my favourite poets.

I’m a John Betjeman fan. Here is one for you to sample:


In Westminster Abbey

Let me take this other glove off
As the vox humana swells,
And the beauteous fields of Eden
Bask beneath the Abbey bells.
Here, where England's statesmen lie,
Listen to a lady's cry.

Gracious Lord, oh bomb the Germans,
Spare their women for Thy Sake,
And if that is not too easy
We will pardon Thy Mistake.
But, gracious Lord, whate'er shall be,
Don't let anyone bomb me.

Keep our Empire undismembered
Guide our Forces by Thy Hand,
Gallant blacks from far Jamaica,
Honduras and Togoland;
Protect them Lord in all their fights,
And, even more, protect the whites.

Think of what our Nation stands for,
Books from Boots' and country lanes,
Free speech, free passes, class distinction,
Democracy and proper drains.
Lord, put beneath Thy special care
One-eighty-nine Cadogan Square.

Although dear Lord I am a sinner,
I have done no major crime;
Now I'll come to Evening Service
Whensoever I have the time.
So, Lord, reserve for me a crown,
And do not let my shares go down.

I will labour for Thy Kingdom,
Help our lads to win the war,
Send white feathers to the cowards
Join the Women's Army Corps,
Then wash the steps around Thy Throne
In the Eternal Safety Zone.

Now I feel a little better,
What a treat to hear Thy Word,
Where the bones of leading statesmen
Have so often been interr'd.
And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait
Because I have a luncheon date.

John Betjeman

[Child of Immanuel]

Funny! And sad...

Incidentally, Twrch, I am wondering where you got your avatar and sig pic. They are beautiful!

[twyrch]

Child said:

That's good. I generally prefer more 'emo' poetry, but I like this. You must be so proud of your new son... can you post pictures?

COI, by "emo" poetry, do you mean "dark" poetry? I have some of that as well. I'll post it later today. In the mean time, I'll answer a couple of your questions.

As far as my sig and avvy are concerned, I am showcasing the art of an Artist in Taiwan named Camille Kuo. She has her artwork in a Z-Place Gallery.

Pictures of my son? You got it!

[twyrch]

NO GREATER LOVE
By: Jeremy Edwards


Love one another,
Such a simple thing to ask.
But when it comes to action,
Few fulfill their task.

They criticize each other,
They tease the quiet ones.
They say, "It doesn't matter."
"He knows it's just in fun."

There's a reason why he's quiet.
He's been hurt too many times,
By people he considered friends,
Just to find that they had lied.

He takes the knife that's in his hands,
And lifts his eyes to God.
"How could you do this to me?"
"Do you like what I've become?"

"You made me in your image."
"And in my mother's womb,"
"You formed me and you made me."
"Then you bore me to this tomb."

"I tried to live life your way."
"I turned the other cheek,"
"And what do people think of me?"
"They think that I am weak."

He holds his wrists before him,
And with a trembling hand.
He drains the life from his body,
He spasms, then is dead.

As people gather 'round him,
They ask each other this...
"How could he end his life this way?"
"There's so much that he missed."

Perhaps they should have loved him,
And shown him, he had friends.
Simply Love One Another,
It's upon what life depends.

[twyrch]

CHOICES
By: Jeremy Edwards

Alone I walk, through times of trials,
Always watching, always looking.
I see a group of people coming,
But guarding myself, I keep on walking.

I sit in wait for death to find me,
But like my friends, it lets me down.
I wait and wait, but nothing happens,
My life, my soul is in my hands.

I cry for help, but no one hears me.
I plead, I beg, "Please save my soul",
But those around me, keep walking by,
Never easing the pain I feel.

Outwardly, I view the campus,
The pain, the hate that was found out there.
I remember how I used to be,
But times of old are gone forever.

My sorrow is lifted to the skies.
"Won't someone listen, won't someone care."
My cries are weak, they go unheeded.
and those who see me, keep walking on.

I think of those who tried to help me,
Their love was shown, but for a time.
Like all things, their love soon left me.
I am by myself, I am all alone.

But there is One who never leaves me,
My Father, my Maker, my Lord, my God.
His love remains, while others' falter.
Oh to be near him, my heart's desire.

I finally lift my eyes to heaven.
"Take me now!!" I yell to Him.
But like my friends, he doesn't heed me.
He says, "Remain and stay a while longer.

I wonder how to get my way,
A gun, a knife, a rope perhaps?
But no... the love is God is in me.
I'll leave the task to those on campus.

I talk to them, they laugh at me.
"You have so much to live for," their common reply.
As I look, I see no love or kindness,
I say, "I know. I know only too well."

What is life, but one big game.
A place to start, to live, to die.
Oh! How I wish for a different game.
An eternal game, with my Father above.

"Be patient," He says, "There is more for you to do."
"Like what?" I say, "It's just no use.
"You are special, you do have use."
And for once in my life, I doubt my Father's words.

Alone I walk, through times of trials.
Always watching, always looking.
I see a chance to end this game.
But should I really? I just can't say.

[Child of Immanuel]

Wow. What a cute little guy your son is! He looks like a foster child my family once had, except fatter and therefore healthier. (Brandon was about fifteen pounds and looked like a one-year-old at three due to his parents' neglect). I love all babies, but blond, blue-eyed boys always capture my heart.

Those are great poems. Thanks for posting them!

[twyrch]

Child said:

Wow. What a cute little guy your son is! He looks like a foster child my family once had, except fatter and therefore healthier. (Brandon was about fifteen pounds and looked like a one-year-old at three due to his parents' neglect). I love all babies, but blond, blue-eyed boys always capture my heart.

Those are great poems. Thanks for posting them!

Thanks. I'll post more later. Give others a chance to post too.

Yeah Cameron is 15 mo old and is 33 inches tall. He's gonna be a big boy.

[Child of Immanuel]

Great theme... I love the anaphora of 'In Knossos, in Minoa'.

[dinadan]

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Child of Immanuel]

[twyrch]

Wow... Dinadan, those are some great poems. Thanks for sharing those with us.

My favorite poet is Robert Frost... Favorite poem is A Road Less Traveled....

I used to have it printed out and taped to my desktop...

[dinadan]

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed them.

Favorite poet...that's hard for me to pin down. I mean, Dante and Vergil are just about as classic as they come, and I love Shelley; Tolkien's poetry is as good as his prose (and is some cases, like "The Lay of Lethian" much better)...but at the moment Charles Williams is dominating my poetry reading. There is just something about his poems that makes you keep rereading them because you fee like you've almost discovered the real meaning.

[twyrch]

I created this poem for my Grandfather's 80th Birthday party.

Robert John
Robert John Edwards

How great a man is Robert John?
A faithful husband, loving son.
A caring father to his boys,
He's filled our lives with boundless joy.

A helpful friend in time of need,
Most honest man the world has seen.
He risked his life in WWII,
To save this land for me and you.

His life has been a light for all,
From young and old to big and small.
His faith remains secure and strong,
He lives for God the whole day long.

He lives his life a step above,
A man of honour, trust and love.
For 80 years, he's lived this way,
No man's as great, as Robert J.