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Welcome to our poetry page! Here you will find a collection of poetry. Some is ours and some has been contributed by other people. If you have a poem that you would like to have published on this page, send it to jamesev@excite.com. But before you do make sure you read the disclaimer. Although we do not claim to be Dickinson, Frost or Wrigley, we do believe in the following statement made by Alphonse de Lamartine: "Sad is his lot, who, once at least once in his life, has not been a poet."
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Poems - Page 1
Stars
Glamour and glitter
"Don't show those jitters!"
Fortune and fame
It all seems the same.

Secrets kept well,
Of drugs and alcohol,
Those trying to hide
From what's outside.

It's better to 'wish upon a star'!

-J.E.

Forewarned
The hawk is circling above.
Caught away from the safety
Of his burrow. The mouse scampers about.
He doesn't look up but he knows...

The Shadow looms.

-J.E.

Fate, The Jester and His Ring
Her eyes are what attracted mine first.
Two sapphires in the perfect setting-
A face, as pure as freshly fallen snow.
(You may receive the impression that her face was cool
For I received that feeling as well.)
Suddenly, as if a door to Heaven had been opened,
This heavenly smile spread warmth to my soul.
I watched her graceful trip across the room
In utter amazement at this real live Venus.
I was certain I had found the perfect woman.

As she came to a silent stop,
I rose to approach this Angel.
But as I started to rise,
My body suddenly crashed back into the chair.
My eyes were transfixed on metal and stone.

At the recognition of this shield
Which suddenly surrounded her body
My heart crashed through the chair to the floor.
My crashing heart must have attracted her attention
For she glanced over and smiled.
And has my eyes returned to that ornamental omen -
I smiled back.

I continue to sit alone.
Knowing something will be missing in the future
Because I was late for the present
And not early enough for the past.

-J.E.

The Sea
Keeper
Of our warmth
And light through the long night,
For the day ends with the sun to
The Sea.

-J.E.


Seashore
Sunshine
Falling on my
Face, sends my mind from the
Task at hand to the sand of the
Seashore.

-J.E.

Children Watching An Anthill
Freeways extending from
A modern metropolis.
Crowded with traffic
Beings scurrying about,
Rushing to and from downtown.
Oblivious to the powers.

Sudden darkness overhead,
A thoughtless foot
HOLOCAUST!

-J.E.

The Drummer's Beat
The day is glowing, so bright and clear
Across the ocean, the horizon -
so near.
A wind starts to blow in off the sea.
The wind rustles the leaves in the trees.
On the horizon a cloud appears
And then another darkens the sky,
so clear.
Slowly, more and more and more appear
Until they form a line of fear.
Darkening the sky which was so clear,
Suddenly changing day into night.

They're now in attack formation,
As they move across the ocean.
Barring down on the coastal town,
The drummer's beat begins to roll.
The wind is blowing stronger now
And the leaves are blown to the ground.
The branches bend under the strain
And the trunk feels the cold, wet rain.
A large beat from the drummer booms
And the Tree shakes from fright it seems.
The rain is hard and heavy now
And water rushes by his feet.

The wind and rain are now to much
For the trees without a large trunk.
The water rushing at their feet,
Takes away their anchoring base.
The wind sweeps them off their feet
And blows them to another seat.
Seeing his children swept away,
The Tree looks to his companion
Just a short distance away.
He looks at his companion's tears
When suddenly a brilliant flash appears,
Striking out at the mother's tears.

The drummer strikes another beat
That echoes through the trunk of the Tree
As he stares at where she had sat,
Where now smolders only her trunk.
A wall of water rushes by
Sweeping her trunk to the sea.
The drummer's beat sounds distantly
As the wind blows away the clouds.
The sun comes to dry the Tree's tears.
They are tears of sadness and joy.
Sadness for his loss, joy for his gain,
For nearby a new tree grows.

-J.E.

Day and Night
In the sunlight you can see an eagle flying free
Or a droplet of water on a bright red flower.
Faces of people -- some you talk to, some you avoid.
In the darkness of night you loose your sight
And you may be struck by fear by something you hear.
But the faces are indistinguishable at night
And you can't tell whether their black or white.

-J.E.

Definition
'Handicapped' is:
... feeling fear and not saying your afraid.
... hurting someone and not saying your sorry.
finding out you were wrong and not saying so.
... loving someone and not showing that you do.
... wanting to cry and not being able to shed a tear.
... seeing someone who can't walk, see or hear
and not recognizing them as human beings.
'Handicapped,' a word misused.

-J.E.

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