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| Collection of Poems by Roger Corell |
| The Fairest One of All
Sweet princess do you in slumber yet dream Of apple blossoms and kittens it would seem In a garden of stone you lie in silent repose Do you long for laughter, the scent of a rose? ~~~~~~~~~~ Who could ever think to pick such a flower? When not near her peak nor in her finest hour Such a shame that no one lives today to recall That this dear one was once the fairest one of all © Roger Eugene Corell, April 20, 2008 On coming upon the final resting place of a sixteen year old girl who left this earth in 1820 Do You Hate the "0" Word Do not call me by that name I am not old; inside I am the same, My feelings have not altered, Do not call me by that name ~ My sense of humor, still so very strong, Finding joy in life Can laugh often, will laugh long ~ In spite of gray, sagging face and all, I haven't changed that much, Just a little wider, not so tall ~ I still have many sorted dreams, Of great things yet to come, Though late in the day it seems ~ Romance is never lost I will not think, Passion yet lives deep within, I am not old not even on the brink ~ Old age shall not within me live, not ever So you may respect this gray head, But call me old never ~ I do not walk as well I may even hobble, Just a little bent over, From side to side I might wobble ~ Don’t think me vindictive, but I would love to see After years of much living and struggles The youth of today become just like me ~ Cannot know these things until you've played the game, I may have lived long, seen much, But do not call me by that name ~ Isn't it strange that youth feels they invented youth, love, and anything that goes along with it? Did I ever feel that way? I must admit that I did. Sad, we get too soon old and too late smart! But I still would love to see the "youth" of today get to be the age that I am now. You notice I did not use the "O" word. © Roger Eugene Corell, October 23, 2007 The Insignificance of Man If one would only see what wonders lay before them, encompass if they can Would they not completely know and truly accept the insignificance of man Gazing upward to the heavens makes one seem so nothing, as like a spec of dust so small These endless works go forever beyond what man can dream yet man had nothing to do with it at all Of all the eons that mankind has flourished and multiplied on this ball of earth so trod, Could he ever possibly embrace these works and creations and not give due credit to his God Looking up at the skies on a clear night always helps me to believe in God © Roger Eugene Corell, February 26, 2008 Grand Symphony of Life This grand symphony of life only begins its play As like the night bird sings at the end of the day With the blazing sunset as backdrop to the finish Is to herald the majesty of a life never to diminish ~~~~~~~~ Each note of this crafted song helps to make divine The rambling, finished work we must leave behind Oh write this good music slowly with greatest care Leaving remnants as fall leaves floating ever in the air ~ © Roger Eugene Corell, May 25, 2008 When Cold Heart Sings Soft, aromatic fragrances filter through balmy air Spreading the delicate muses of spring everywhere Pristine white clouds float freely on the bluest sky Fond thoughts of this season on my very essence lie ~~~ Can there ever be too much of such a dear thing As the joys and many splendors of the sweet spring Capture, save for when winter spreads it cold wings An eternal tonic, lifted spirits, when cold heart sings © Roger Eugene Corell, May 16, 2008 Only God Himself Slowly reaching, long fingers stretching in eastern way Colors changing minute by minute in blazing splendor lay What glorious promise is made to us by its assured rise Is only God himself slightly hidden in colorful disguise Saw the sun come up this morning, I felt assured. © Roger Eugene Corell, March 9, 2008 With Doubt Unencumbered Grant me Lord, while I with beating heart, your loving grace before this world I part Help me appreciate blessings so numbered, let me leave this earth doubt unencumbered ~~~ You're real, Dear Lord, yet the flesh is weak, will you but grant me the acceptance I seek? Fill my being with belief that mountains move and let only my faith your grand divinity prove ~~ © Roger Eugene Corell, March 8, 2008 |
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| Proverbs 3: 1 ~ 2 My son, forget not my law; but let thine heart keep my commandments: 2) For length of days, and long life, and peace, shall they add to thee. |
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| ~ Granny Barrs Prose ~ copyright 2004 ~ Shy ~ |
