Poetry

‘A Spirit Stirs’ and other poems by Okeypoet

By: Okeypoet

A Spirit Stirs

A song,
a stir from within,
i am moved;
Something touches me,
i know I’m alive,
i feel life;
So much happiness,
so much sorrow,
the soaring eagle,
the simple sparrow;
I am lost,
i am found;
Life, is so profound.

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He’s Back

The muse is back,
he sits in silent contemplation,
accepting all life, and death,
as part of nature’s way, the equation;
My quarrel’s never with Mother Nature,
she rules, she rocks,
she douses me with truth
in everything she brings to life, and
everything she brings to death;
The muse sits on his patio
and knows how very blessed,
how lucky, he is;
He sees the world in triangular vision,
one point of faith,
a point of love, and
a point of just plain hard work;
Somehow, some way, the people in his life
add immeasurable value, pump fuel into his tank;
So, the muse is back,
laughing while silently serene,
knowing the beauty in life
is not in that which we take, but
that which we leave behind.

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The Man in the Mirror

The man in the mirror
laughs,
cries,
lives,
dies;
He is no different,
he wants what’s best
for himself,
his family,
his friends;
He wants to be able
to make ends
meet; and,
compete in a world full
of good and evil;
The Good Book by his side.

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The Hunter

I am a hunter,
the forest is my home;
I roam wild,
free and uncivilized,
i need no disguise;
I eat when I am hungry,
fight when I am angry,
spend the day on my feet
in pursuit;
My nights,
i will greet the shadows
with keen eyes and ears.

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Homemade Boats

Skies are full of sunshine, now;
To everyone I smile, and bow;
From me to you,
my insides speak,
farmer, lawyer, trucker, freak;
Behind the wall there lies a dream,
to get there I must plan, and scheme,
hit and miss, and
stumble on;
Words of others loud and clear,
i see them, hear them
i need not be near;
We all must look beyond our hopes,
traveling in our homemade boats
to lands where words are never spoke;
Where ugliness is but a joke,
while minds are streaming to and fro
I see some stay,
i see some go;
Buckle up, prepare yourself,
Live carefree as an elf; and,
If a soul should make you weep,
gently kiss that soul to sleep.

Categories: Poetry

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