SEARCH RESULTS Sort by : Article Name Oldest Article Newest Article Votes Rating  I Am My Ancestors                   I Am My Ancestors   I dwelt through the shadows of centuries bold Through the ancestral veins of families old; I left behind fever, war, love and song Through my kin in centuries long. I am my grandfather and his grandfather before, I’ve lived in the Americas, Scotland and upon the Irish shore. Long have my beliefs been sacred and long has God entered my soul As part of me... Category Other Poetry Visitor Rating (2)  Irish Sunset Irish Sunset The sun sinking with the darkest shadow of day Concentrating on the celtic beauty in the western sky. The dying memories of the day                                    In myriad colors of crimson shy. Before the darkness peer and the rising of the moon  The glorious amber of the burning... Category Other Poetry Visitor Rating (4)  Lifetime Memories Lifetime Memories   From the distant entries of my mind I have journeyed o'er the mountains and sea. Through the many autumns of blush red and memories kind, As kindness can be, With the occasional grief stricken heart, Misty eyes under the midnight moon and haunted healing With shadows o'er that part Which blocks the inward eye from concealing The distant entries of my mind And carefully remember among the final days of December Those memories left behind The mystical,... Category Other Poetry Visitor Rating (1)  Memories Of Childhood Memories Of Childhood   I walked through the fields of summer corn On a hot, sunny and muggy day As the roasting ears are being born And Mother's feast before us lay As she creamed the succulent corn With her chicken fried to a golden treat And potato salad for our family to eat, Ambrosia next to the dinner plate with bowls of squash and collard greens. Our hunger will await for its in our genes *To be called to dinner before we eat With fruit salad, rice and gravy on hand To... Category Other Poetry Visitor Rating (7)  Okefenokee Okefenokee   “The land of trembling earth” when the Seminoles speak Of the jungle that the wild inhabitants seek. The trails left on this waterlogged land In canoes traveling where the deep sand Disappeared centuries ago And are now mirrored in the dark flow Reflections from this vast wilderness show A symphonic rapture with the wind’s musical breeze Glorified in a natural reflection that will tease The most carnivorous of animals shown In this vast wilderness and colorful... Category Other Poetry Visitor Rating (2)  Scotland O highlands in the clear sky brightO'er the watery lochs below.My image lingers in the stary night,My footsteps through the snow. O lowland shoulders broad and strongYour sisters bring tidings of flowers.Keep your strength in story and songO'er the sunshine, wind and showers. Ancestral voices sing to meTheir songs of Scottish story.O'er the ramparts of dying freeTheir tombs of solemn glory. O Scotland, I sing of thee,Heroes of memories long.The sad days of wars to be freeWill live in poems... Category Scottish Poetry Visitor Rating (10)  Scottish Sunrise The eastern sun rises o'er the seas of Scottish heatherAnd the Highlands come alive in a moorland rapture.Bestowed upon me in fair weather, Mine eyes focused a bewildering capture. Glow of the heavens in crimson brightWill cast a true enduring scene.Where larks now linger in the morning lightO'er the Highland's moor purple and green. The sunrise finally reaches the dayWhere the mountains join the sky.Closely you peer upon the braeAs the gray clouds pass merely by. O Scottish sunrise you... Category Scottish Poetry Visitor Rating (8)  Sonnet                        Sonnet                    The Garden         "A Gift For Ginger"  Part XI   I walked through the garden in early spring And saw her face flushed to a rose. The beautiful melody the robins sing Is a stanza from this region they... Category Other Poetry Visitor Rating (2)  Spirits of Death Spirits of Death   My vision upon the spirits of death A clear and dreamy place And rob your heart with my last breath The lovely smile upon your face, Yet, approach the casket in which I lay And o'er my peaceful bliss You bow your head without delay And gently press a final kiss. Do not be sad upon my death Remember your inward eye. Things of beauty, we live, we die; Our love that grew throughout the years Must end upon your dearest tears And upon my soul's resting... Category Other Poetry Visitor Rating (1)  The Death March Of Stonewall The Death March Of Stonewall Dr. McGuire, Lt. General Thomas J. “Stonewall” Jackson’s medical doctor and surgeon gave this report as to the final words of the great general.   {A few moments before he died he cried out, "Order A.P. Hill to prepare for action! Pass the infantry to the front! Tell Major Hawks"……then stopped, leaving the sentence unfinished. Presently a smile of sweetness spread itself over his face, and he said quietly, and with an expression, as if he was relieved, "Let... Category Other Poetry Visitor Rating (9)   Page 1 of 2   Previous  1  2  Next