poems

Mortality! Mortality! Here is my hope
For man in this his feverish hopes, loves and aims
Like phantoms in the dark
That stab him as to a poisonous death wound
All is void of peace
And even as we near the seeming goal of happiness
Some hideous spirit seems to clutch at our weak spirit
And drag us back to the abyss of despair and apathy
Fruitless search after the joys that sweeten
Will we never learn?
Never to be hardened to the state of desolation
Which needs must follow on the heels of exaltation
Will we not learn that man is made to suffer?
And thereby grow with the grace
Which makes man free
Ah! That glowing freedom from the toils of our own
Misplaced affections, how sweet to feel that
Oneness with our only real and great master
How strange that we must linger so long
In the darkness of mortal yearnings
The senseless beating on ever-closed door
Of there that dwell in the thick darkness
Ears weary, eyes dimmed,
Brains clogged with brutish chase
For so called 'Substance' forever dwelling in the shadow
With the hand tries to gain admission to these eerie dwellings
The hand will finally be cut off and the heart
Pierced with the clumsy arrows that dart for the …….wounding those
Who dare to lighten the tomb of their ignorance
The arrow to the charm flew…..singly moves aside
This curtain that divides the true and false
But so long since dimmed by darkness, fail to see
What meaning has behind this moving
And so we grope on…Striving….
Clutching Struggling…. for we're not sure what

PULSE OF LIFE
BY DORIS BOYD

BEHOLD…..LET ME PASS OVER TO THE INFINITE…..
LET ME BEAR THE VEIL THAT HIDES THE GREAT PURPOSE
TO WHAT END?…..TO WHAT END?
ALL OUR STIRINGS ALL OUR STIRINGS
IS IT THIS? …TO GLIDE AGAIN BACK
TO BE CAUGHT IN THE GREAT ARMS OF LOVE
HE SO CRADLED ME IN LOVING BOSOM
NO HURT……....NO BITTERNESS……….NO LOSS
THY LEAVE BUT ONLYCALM AND PEACE…..PEACE
REST……….LO! SWEET REST
TO LIE……….FOR ETERNITY
HE SHE LOVED……….ALL UNDERSTANDING..…
THE HEAT OF THE SUN……….
THE BEAT OF THE SUN IS THE HEAT
OF MY HEART THE ANSWER THE CALL
OF THE WIND AND THE WAVE
IT IS EVER MOVING TOWARDS A GOAL…..
OF HUNGER FOR LOVE AND PEACE OF SOUL
OH! BEATING UNERRINGLY…..UNHEADING OF TIME
AND MY SOUL KEEPS TRUE….. THE HEART BEATS
BEATS ON THE SHORES OF TIME

A TREE
BY DORIS BOYD

A TREE TO SOME
IS NEVER ENDING
MIRACLE THE SUPURB GRACE
THE GNARLED AND KNOTTED LIMBS
THE QUIVERING NODDING LEAVES
WITH GENEROUS GIFT
OF WELCOME SHADE
BLUES AND GREYS
OF GORGEOUS SKIES
THAT SHIMMER THROUGH
ITS
GREEN AND GOLD MASS
SPRINGING AIRILY
FROM TAWN AND CREAMIER WHITE
OF TRUNK AND BOUGH
ITS ARMS STRETCHED EVER UPWARD
IN DEVOTION