Elfie
There was a voice in the wilderness,
An eerie, heart-rending, dismal sound.
'Twas Elfie the elf, and he'd gotten lost.
All he could see was snow and frost.
There was a voice in the wilderness,
An eerie, heart-rending, dismal sound.
'Twas Elfie the elf, and he'd gotten lost.
All he could see was snow and frost.
It's time to embrace every culture,
One flock, one shepherd, one fold
Whatever our race, hue or faith
We're all made from the same mould.
in Romantic Valentine's Day Poems
Do you remember that Valentine's Eve?
Soft moonlight shining through silhouette trees,
Silvery stars glistening just for us.
Do you remember being so in love?
I wish for my lost loved ones to spread wings
So they'd fly back and share all Christmas things,
Just as they did back in their days on earth
And the holy birth was a source of great mirth.
I'll wait patiently here in heaven
For the day that you make your presence.
A transcendental get-together
That'll last till the end of forever.
Inspiration comes from all kinds of things
Nature in bloom of her blossoming Spring
The wondrous feeling of a first romance
Excited yet scared of taking the chance
Sis Beryl, such great writing. Superb. Every line is beautiful and flows and rhymes. This acrostic is the greatest as per me. God bless your poetic talent.
The world must become a much better place
Where more people dwell with a smile on their face
Living together in kinship and peace
A world full of hope where joys never cease.
in Dying Poems
When dementia creeps in through the back door,
Loving is needed, like never before...
An expressionless face, an empty heart,
in Faith Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
There was a shepherd who fell fast asleep
So there was no one to see to his sheep.
The sheep were delighted, freedom at last
Followed the leader and ran away fast.
I love this poem. I send blessings to you, Beryl. The words mean so much for me, because I know that we are the sheep and also the shepherd. We need but recall our Spiritual Father, "God,"...
Have you seen the doctors who hardly get to sleep?
From sad weary eyes, silent tears they weep.
They're battling to save hundreds of lives,
Yet see so many dying right before their eyes.
Thank you, Azeezah. Your response is most appreciated... Beryl