T._Clifford

Why?

June 6, 2012 in Poetry

There is a man I’ve never known
Who wants to do me harm
He has been told to hate me
This gives me great alarm

There is a man I’ve yet to meet
Who will try to do me ill
Although he does not know me
Yet he loathes me still

This man is from another place
And would kill me out of hand
He speaks a tongue I’ve never learned
And do not understand

There is this man from far away
Who wants to see me die
I do not wish the same for him
And so I question why

Perhaps his chosen path to truth
Is not the same I’ve taken
Although I can’t fathom why
This should brand me forsaken

This man and I may never meet
I truly hope that’s so
For from that sad encounter
Only one of us would go

Why this must be I do not see
My sight reaches not that far
For he and I have shared this world
Thus far ‘neath sun and star

Last edited by T. Clifford on June 6, 2012, 4:06 pm

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Tempest

June 5, 2012 in Poetry

There are omens in the heavens
For those who choose to see
Portents of events to come
Which bode ill for such as we

The breeze that wafted gently
At mornings early light
Has risen now the trees to bow
And shifted birds in flight

The sky we knew which once was blue
Has taken somber mien
Bright clouds have turned to darkness
Swollen now with rain

Warning has been given
If we would only hear
Thunder stalks across the land
Drawing ever near

The stag has taken refuge
Deep within a vale
With his mate they both await
The now impending gale

A falcon has abandoned wing
And huddles at her nest
A vixen harbors in her den
Where she will take her rest

Lighting roams across the sky
And shatters dark with light
It sears into our vision
And takes away our sight

The pending flood will chill the blood
Of every living thing
Hearken to the menace
Peril does it bring

Fury looms before us
As we cower in the lee
Cold wind falls down on field and town
A sign of what will be

Nature’s wrath is mounting
And so we should pay heed
We must take care and be aware
And seek shelter at our need

We shall repair to our own lair
Where it is dry and warm
A tempest is upon us
Beware the coming storm

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