More poems of mine

I think that it may be time to add a couple more of my published poems to this blog, so that anyone who happens on to it can see that my style stays much the same. Poems are published for the reader to interperate as they will, and the first of these two "Dry Tears" written when I was 14 years old has been interperated in different ways by people, and that is realy what it is all about, not what I thought it meant when I wrote it. The other poem today "Angel Of The Morning" was written and published at the time of what we now call the first Gulf War. It was well received. It also caused me an embaressing moment some years later. I was collecting old clothes for a charity to sell, and I called on an elderly lady who invited me in to wait in her hallway whilst she found the bag of clothes from the cuboard. Whilst waiting I idley looked along a number of frames hanging on her wall, most contained photographs, but to my amazement one of the frames contained a copy of Angel. I couldn't get out of there fast enough, even though there was no chance that she could have made the conection between me and the poem.

"Dry Tears"

The willows weep beside the lake

Why do you weep they're asked

Do you weep for useless death

Do you weep for our mistakes

Or for the lives a war takes

No! No! the willows answer

As the questioner takes leave

'Tis not for starving children

Nor fallen warriors we grieve

We weep not for humanity

We weep for summers past

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"Angel Of The Morning"
The stary night is over
Dawn is in the sky
All the doubts and all the worries
Until tonight will fly
Away on wings of silver
On rays of sunshine gold
The angel of the morning
Makes the cow'd of night feel bold
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Today was just tomorrow
When yesterday was young
In it's very infancy
When pangs of doubt begun
But tommorow will be yesterday
And all doubt will be gone
When the angel of the morning
Comes. It wont be long.
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So take your heart in both hands
Let your dreams ride free
For all your tommorows
Will filled with hope yet be
And all your dreams and wishes
All your hopes my dear
Will flourish in the morning
When the angel does draw near