The Lighthouse

Green LighthouseUpon a lighthouse, verdant green,
the slowly sinking sun did shine.
Amazing all who saw the sight
and whisp’ring words around.

Yet near and far did spread the fame
of such a green, far-ranging beacon.
It might keep safe all those who sailed
and ferried ’round the dark’ning shore.

That such a light got such fame,
we know not why, but still inquire.
Wrecks abound along the shore;
oft passing freights are caught to doom.

Perhaps the green was grand and new
and all the wrecks seemed like a shame.
The lighthouse, verdant green was sung,
and seen, but saved no lives.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2013 W. Wayne B.
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Long Ago

NineStarsLong ago, the trees took root.
The sun gave them life.
The rain quenched their thirst.
Their sisters and brothers grew tall.

I was surprised to see their joy.
Now the field is a happy woodland.
Many creatures fill the air
with the sounds of life.

The trees add soft whispers
to the cool breezes of Spring.
A white flower grows at my feet.
I am in awe of God’s bounty.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2013 W. Wayne B.
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An Eagle in the Woods

OnTheWingsOfAnEagleI walked the woods alone.
The night began around me.

Across the field was a light.
Children ran to chase a rabbit.
It scampered across the grass.
An eagle swooped down to take it.

The dropping bird fell like a stone.
It took the rabbit with its talons.
As the bird lifted its prey to the sky
the power of its flight was striking

Words barely describe the scene.
Memories replay the evening again.
Every scene in life is complex.
It is a blend of concrete words
and fading thoughts of beauty

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2013 W. Wayne B.
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A Weeping Song

The Statue WeepsI heard a song build around me.
I felt its sad notes weeping.
A life begins and ends with silence.
A respite that helps me remember it all.

I am grateful for the days I spent with you.
You shared your love with me freely.

I remember yesterday’s joys.
I experience today to its fullest.
Memories teach me the path of hope.

I look up and you are still gone.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2013 W. Wayne B.
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Growth

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I am beginning to grow.
Life is not so hard anymore.
I love to share my experience.

I have walked through an open door.
My heart is at peace.
I give away pure love.

I am not as lost today.
My eyes have started to shine.
I will see more in this new light.

I look ahead and it is enough.
When I am with friends I am fearless.
I do not hide when I am at peace.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2013 W. Wayne B.
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Moments

Hackberry Emperor - wildI faced the days gone by with silent sobs.
The sad moments flashed by in my mind.
I had been afraid of every future.
I had no faith that I can improve.

When I pray each day, a way out opens.
I can see the sky and feel the breeze.
I have left behind my focus on yesterday.

Now it is possible to grow.
I won’t give events a dark meaning.

I want to start the next chapter of my story.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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The Falling Rain

Little drops of Rain
I was listening to the falling rain.
A storm had been forecast for the afternoon.
As it fell on the trees outside my window,
the drops splashed with a whisper.
They slithered down the branches
and flowed into the pools below.

I began to walk back to my workbench.
The wind has started to push forward.
I saw a sudden flash of light in the window.
The sharp thunder crack was very close.
I must complete my project today.
I was angry at the interruption of my thoughts.

I know each day brings its challenges.
I feel the changes as I progress through the years.
I am proud that I have crossed many bridges.
Now, every door I open is to a new vista.
The lightning may have damaged a tree,
but as I listen to the quieter rain,
my mind returns to my urgent work.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2013 W. Wayne B.
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