TEMPEST (Translated from the Spanish) Heaven heaves a mighty sigh; The great oaks bow and quake; The ground billows into clouds With the smell of hot and dry. Birds are forced into silence; The impetuous clouds furiously lash on Devouring everything in sight And building a blinding wall. The sands before them flee; Mouths and nostrils are choked. The cry is out to beware-- The ground in anger rises! --Duststorm�?/P> **************** 1974
TEMPEST
(Translated from the Spanish)
Heaven heaves a mighty sigh;
The great oaks bow and quake;
The ground billows into clouds
With the smell of hot and dry.
Birds are forced into silence;
The impetuous clouds furiously lash on
Devouring everything in sight
And building a blinding wall.
The sands before them flee;
Mouths and nostrils are choked.
The cry is out to beware--
The ground in anger rises!
--Duststorm�?/P>
****************
1974
THE NIGHT SWEATS My love holds me quietly in his embrace I am content and free from care I softly reach up to touch his face Only to find him not there! ***** Fully awake now, I wipe my tears, how long must I suffer his spell? The lonely months have turned to years, still in my heart he dwells. ** Burried alive, was my love so pure and alive it has remained, How ever shall I forget or endure without going slowly insane? * With each day passing into the night, I take comfort in these secret pleasures. In my dreams my love holds me tight, while I gather a night time of treasures *** Daylight brings stark reality to the life that I have chosen I walk, I talk and work and play, the smile on my face is frozen. ^^^^ My life It seems, I'm wishing away, awaiting blessed hours of the night When you will be waiting with open arms to enfold me and make our world right. COMFORTABLY NUMMIE
THE NIGHT SWEATS
My love holds me quietly in his embrace
I am content and free from care
I softly reach up to touch his face
Only to find him not there!
*****
Fully awake now, I wipe my tears,
how long must I suffer his spell?
The lonely months have turned to years,
still in my heart he dwells.
**
Burried alive, was my love so pure
and alive it has remained,
How ever shall I forget or endure
without going slowly insane?
*
With each day passing into the night,
I take comfort in these secret pleasures.
In my dreams my love holds me tight,
while I gather a night time of treasures
***
Daylight brings stark reality
to the life that I have chosen
I walk, I talk and work and play,
the smile on my face is frozen.
^^^^
My life It seems, I'm wishing away,
awaiting blessed hours of the night
When you will be waiting with open arms
to enfold me and make our world right.
COMFORTABLY NUMMIE
Dawning of Spring Tis the dawning of spring A most beautiful time of year When Mother Nature awakens Bringing forth new life to bear Tis been a long cold winter Whilst Mother Nature was at rest Tis the dawning of the spring When she'll be at her best Whilst april's showers Shall bring forth may's flowers And Mother Nature's fine art Will,for a short time,be our's So stop and gaze upon her beauty If you will For Mother Nature Performs this precious miracle But once a year Author : George A Bryant Jr. April 4,2005 8:39pm EDT Copyright ©
One can, but wonder Imagine a world of no diversity,life taken for granted,no curiosity No thought of the past,no hope for tommorrow A heart wrenching thought,a world full of sorrow What would be the purpose,what the need A world dominated by hate, ruled by greed Does this sound familiar Is this scene at task,the state of the world which leads us to ask From whence do we come,where are we headed The seeds we have have sown,the climate we've created Is it too late,have the lines been drawn as a society,have we failed as a race,are we doomed George A. Bryant Jr. 2/23/07 Copyright ©
OH, PRECIOUS NAILED SCARRED HANDS OH, PRECIOUS NAILED SCARRED HANDS THAT CAME DOWN AND TOUCHED ME ONE DAY OH, PRECIOUS NAILED SCARRED HANDS LIKE A DOVE, YOU CAME DOWN TO STAY OH, PRECIOUS NAILED SCARRED HANDS LET ME SLEEP IN PEACE WITHOUT DELAY OH, PRECIOUS NAILED SCARRED HANDS KEEP ME IN RIGHTEOUSNESS IN THY HOLY PATHWAY OH, PRECIOUS NAILED SCARRED HANDS SOMETIMES I SIT BACK IN WONDER AND DISMAY OH, PRECIOUS NAILED SCARRED HANDS WHEN I'M WRONG, TEACH ME IN COUNTLESS WAYS TO PRAY OH, PRECIOUS NAILED SCARRED HANDS YOU ALWAYS KNEW HOW TO LIFT MY BURDENS AWAY OH, PRECIOUS NAILED SCARRED HANDS YOU HAVE NEVER LET MY SOUL DECAY OH, PRECIOUS NAILED SCARRED HANDS USE ME, MAKE ME, CLEANSE ME, MOLD ME, AND SHAPE ME LIKE A PIECE OF CLAY OH, PECIOUS NAILED SCARRED HANDS THY LOVE IS LIKE MUSIC TO MY EARS TO BE SUNG AND PLAYED
A Special "Someone" From the day of one's birth,til the day of one's demise A constant struggle for survival,a constant battle for one's life This journey may be but a short one,this quest for life's lessons,which lie in store,a classroom for one's spirit,a special treasure to carry forth If one may be so lucky,If fate should be so kind A special soul may greet you,a special "someone" for life's ride A soulmate to accompany us,with whom life's accolades we may share,a friend to lighten our burdens,a love who really cares So vigilance upon one's journey,patience upon life's path Many challenges shall confront you,many filled with life's rath Still,be open to this gift,be open to this chance,through this special "someone" Upon you,God's favor hath been cast George A. Bryant Jr. 2/12/07 Copyright ©
Mighty River From high upon mighty mountains,to lucious valleys below Curves the mighty river,in search of banks to over flow To look upon mighty river,so soft,does she seem Oh,but it be a ruse,with mighty power,does she scream The mighty oak, has she broken,as she bores out her rath The terror that reigns,as she rolls upon her destructive path Her beauty can turn to fury,with but a drenching storm An the land shall change its form,as over banks she swarms So respect this beauty of nature,when so peaceful,she may seem Remember,despite her beauty,the horror she maybe She is but a mighty force,as before you ,the river screams Oh,but to think,she was once a little stream Author : George A Bryant Jr. September 2,2004 2:51 AM EDT Copyright ©
I am not a poet my I have a stong believe that each moment of life we all make choices - good, bad or indiffert and those chioces affect everone around us, Each choic mad is like filling a ballon with air - the more people affected the more air in the balloon
That Last "Goodnight" From the day of one's birth There's no concept of time,one know's not where they're headed,nor what they'll leave behind Their journey is but a brief one,with no guarantees in life From the dawn of their beginning, Til that last "goodnight" Tis an existence Of many hills and valleys,many lessons for one's soul Til that last "goodnight",a struggle,of which one has no control Life is never fair,neither unfair You should know,tis but a lesson for our spirit Enabling us to grow So rejoice with your hills,take your valleys with stride Remember, life's a gift Where no guarantees abide George A Bryant Jr. 1/27/07 Copyright ©
Mother Earth Winds o'er the meadows,which bristles in the bright sunshine Wild flowers blowing,joining this beautifully windy chime New life is flourishing,a gorgously new creation Mother earth is so inspired,as we watch with great anticipation Though man has harmed her greatly,as for his selfish needs,he explores With disdain for her beauty,does he destroy Whilst earth's climate is changing. Man's damage is wide ranging,the profit he so desires Burning his world,maybe much beyond repair Can there be,but a new day dawning Where man ,with all his "genus",in his faults, he may soon be drowning When mother earth retaliates,man's fate may be at stake His world,he has so damaged The ability to sustain life,mother earth may soon,be unable to manage. George A. Bryant Jr. 1/23/07 Copyright © tis only
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