Poems

Ode to Peter by Tibley

there's an angel, slim and 6 feet tall,
whose voice could calm the raging sea,
he strolls with grace across my dreams,
and his eyes are filled with such beauty
He can scribe the darkest line,
with words so perfectly sublime,
they beckon summer and the dawn,
and we are left to gaze with much forlorn.
Blake and keats, shakespeare and co,
the peasant people soon will know,
there lies a poet blessed with a skill,
to move the deepest human will.
Peter, he shall guide us all,
Sail on ship, arcadia calls.

I met a friend by: Lindsey Bennie Askew

I met a friend bewildered in a storm
Eyes so grey he must have been forlorn
injecting and smoking his troubles away
sleeping and dreaming himself into a daze

Is there a way out of his long lost days?
or is there trouble for tis poor boy to pay?

His literature is beautiful
it's a place for me to stay
when my life is going throughh my own treating pain

He makes me feel as though i'm not alone
He makes me feel as if i'm not standing on my own

The words he sings, how very strong
reaches in dept
that will one day set me free

I do prey this,
That my long lost friend
who i've never even met
will one day be in peace
way before his time to reast!

And now to Pete
i wish to dedicate this poem to
maybe oneday
(luckily)
we shall meet
in your Arcadian dreams
or maybe in lyrics
which?
I do not know

Who will say?