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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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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Copyright 1999-2000, James Eveleth. All rights reserved.
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