by Robert Carson | Sep 17, 2009 | Poetry
The moonlight bids farewell to day An owl swoops low above its prey. A moth’s bedazzled by the light The shadows tiptoe out of night. Within the prison of your mind Your demons will your weakness find. You listen-that sound you hear’s A heartbeat pounding...
by Robert Carson | Sep 16, 2009 | Poetry
Your lies, deceptions, and conceit Would make the hearts of sinners weep. Not to have entered the reckoning is no bad thing Who aspires to what becomes a king? Though a man may sit upon a throne What true contentment has he known? That trick of gold that is a crown...
by Robert Carson | Sep 15, 2009 | Poetry
The word is more powerful than the sword The Bible is the Word of God… A wall full of poetry to heal the mind Some simple, others tangled webs of thought. By those who slept in concrete beds Who braved each day without true rest. To kill or be killed, to fight...
by Robert Carson | Sep 15, 2009 | Poetry
‘The flooers were laid, the piper played For peace on earth we bowed and prayed.’ Those sons, and daughters, we have lost Were what the fight for freedom cost. Yet, you, were what we valued most No greater treasure could one boast. Though memories never...
by Robert Carson | Sep 13, 2009 | Poetry
In Indian file they climb the hill, Then turn, as if, all of one will Then off they wing, to who knows where Though few thoughts truly travel there. Derwentwater sits tranquil and still… A misty, green vale is seen beyond Birds chorus, now,in raucous song. All...
