Voices Of The Heart, Emmenay [best management books of all time .TXT] 📗

and RedStormy are two well known American poets whose works can be read at www.haikuhut.com

(68) WISH

Harsh winds howl,
Breezes sigh,
Then silence!
Ere the fast approaching storm.
Deep within something grows,
Withers,
To grow again...
Why can't things remain,
Sometimes!

(69) UNBOUND

Yes, the days keep passing by:
The traveller meets strangers,
His way moves on...
Rest is hard to find,
Wayside taverns abound,
No peace for the restless mind,
Always to be found.
Ceaseless struggle going on,
Wounding feeding upon wound,
Dreams, fancies, perceptions, facts,
A constant, weary roam --
A sadness, unknown,
Gripping, to be owned.
Smiling face in shanty towns,
Folks return greetings with frowns.
Passes on:
Tired gallop,
Drooping gait, heavy stirrups,
But head held high,
Himself his own, no one nigh,
Goes the pilgrim, unbound.

(70) SOARING

Bleak afternoon,
Weary heart and mind,
Cosmic blankness stares at world.
Sullen looks,
And dismal laughter,
Remind me of an old film.
Bergman-like,
In a gas-lit street,
Your presence still pervades.
Liz Browning,
And her fine love poems,
Lend life to a bygone theme.
Future stares,
Like a bright rainbow,
As you wave at me to soar.
Nothing now,
Seems important than,
You and me in sky’s caress.

*******THE END*******

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Publication Date: 09-25-2008

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