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Jul 26, 2010 - Chicken Scratchin's, Poems    No Comments

Broken Promise

Not much in diamonds, silver or gold
Does this love of mine have or hold,
Yet if sweetness is measured
In riches, and trust treasured
Beyond what riches can buy,
Then I have all, and that is why
I’ll love cherish, in sickness and  health,
This man above earth’s great treasured wealth.

I’ll take the love he offers me
To the bank of life, and let it be
Riches beyond my just desserts
To hover and protect me from all hurts
Of life, to dream, fulfill and give
Back to him a love that will live.

He little knew what he found in me,
And I could have warned him of yet-to-be,
But he placed those conditions on his giving;
After offering his heart to help my living.

Gave he happiness as best he could.
I promised more than ever I  should.
His jealousy reared its ugly head
And my new found love was all but dead.

Past remembrances flood as agonized mind
Of a love brought down, and now I find
I cannot bear this love once found
To be all it promised and now I’m bound
To end it all for sanity’s sake—
And—promised love? It’s not his to “take.”
—Lois Barrett ‘91

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Another Chance

ANOTHER CHANCE

God grant me another chance
To be with someone I admire.
All I had to do was take a stance
“Gainst Satan’s regal attire.

I pray I’ll be good for “him”
And not hurt him in any way,
So if his future with me is dim,
Dear God, don’t let me stay.

He’s one in a million men,
With his quiet, gentle ways’
A man to not cause me sin,
And be happy all my days.

If we were one, I would be true
To his love, no matter the cost,
Because I already paid my due, And God gave back what I lost.

His ways are sincere, warm, and sweet
As he talks softly of better life–
I lay my blanket at his feet
To be an obedient, serving wife.
— Lois Barrett ‘91

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Love’s Dreams

LOVE’S DREAMS

Pen glides over paper as I sit  and write
Words of despair and growth of love’s doom tonight;
And I listen, listen to nothingness in this room,
To realize the bell tolls on a lost love’s doom.

I was crazy in love with you before,
Yet I feel less and less need, not more
For your arms, kisses light as a feather
That I felt before we had been together.

Sleepless nights tell me some- thing’s wrong now,
And we might never, ever belong now.
Where did the excitement and thrills fly away to?
After we were together I’m so  lost, are you?

Tell me something—show me again why we care,
‘Cause at this time of night I do not dare
To look beyond the first passion we felt
So strongly we thought it would never melt.

“Try again,” I said and re-read your letters,
But nothing came through to untie these fetters
Of numbing doubt, fear and concern
That all the passions of yesterday no longer burn.

— Lois Barrett ‘91

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