Unyielding

Have these words caused harm

To any single one of you

Then I`d first ask forgiveness

For all that I verbally do

It`s hard (I truly know)

To let go of the past

Yet old wounds can heal

Like a bone set in a cast

If I were to reflect

The worst crime I can see

Is I run but never walk

Like water, at least mentally

That is one way I choose to say

My thoughts were often expressed rash

Anger caused within a moment

And into the future I would passionately lash

There was a time when arbor for wrongdoers

Was my most effective fuel

But feeding off pure hatred for enemies

Is the action of an ignorant fool

It was with this idea in mind

That I reset my poetic duty

Searching my heart to only find

Expressions of some verbal beauty

I prayed to God

To grant me the will

I took to the books

To refine my skill

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Patience was born

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No feeling forlorn

Now, though it still hurts

When others sneer and laugh

I still wish strangers the best

On their own chosen path

Into the white barren soil

I plant the seeds of my desire

Daily I tend to them and toil

With a will of steel and fire

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 Never forgetting

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Within the Leaves of Grass

There was a song of me

And from my mind - so crass

I soon became - so free

To meld into the air

And follow my destiny

Without one fucking care

I create my poetry.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Another Moonlight Sonata

The sounds of the growing night

Encompass this humble ear;

And the moonlight shines bright

Through the clouds, so sheer.

The evening falls upon the ground

Lying softly, like a thin mist;

And a sweet melody is found

In every tiny dark crevice.

Out among the deep black

The cicada calls out loud;

Her hypnotizing, repetitive track

Hidden within the sable shroud.

Soft air brushes against the bark

Of the tree, though sometimes gusty.

In the wooden home of the lark

The leaves shake lush and lusty.

It may just be nocturnal parti pris;

But this ear finds naught amiss

In this moonlight sonata, perfect bliss.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

In Sense

He lights himself on fire

Becoming incense in the air

Smokey trails of desire

Intoxication is everywhere.

There is only the hope and peace

That his loving supplication will be increased

As his aroma is diffused and slowly released

He prays the fragrance will not cease.

Demons he had impelled

Had controlled his mind, with their spell

Through the son, Christ, are now repelled.

Now, his joyful and humble smell

Is

Ever drifting into the sky

Ever lifting as his spirits fly.

Ever growing is his spiritual yearning

Ever blowing is his incense - steadily burning.

Composed By: A. D.

Cats are Cunning, Mice are Prey

How many people take notice of a ring?

So insignificant, yet such a revealing thinG…

Light shining down, on a sidewalk of stone:

Men - two, talk about the trifles of life;

The day-to-day, the monotony and strife.

Appearances are everything, or so they say;

Instead of being direct, the youth shy’s away.

Light sparks in the young man`s mind

Steadily the elder, discusses this and that;

The youth is intrigued by the topic of a cat.

O, the youth appears to be in a distant daze

And his thoughts expressed within a haze.

Lights, lights, lights; so bright they cause confusion

Now, the youth wishes for no more collusion

But uninitiated is subject to illusion  

Ready to receive the true knowledge and enlightenment

His mind worn, from a life without intellectual refreshment.

Yet, his entire thought process is consumed by one thing,

Within this moment, to understand the truth and wisdom of the ring.  

Composed By: A. D.