I wrote this last fall:

If

If you should but touch my cheek,
It would be the bliss I seek.
But if you should walk away
I'd wish you joy every day.

If my thoughts should turn from you,
I'd know my life here was through
And there were no stars above,
For Heaven had lost its purest love.

If I should dream to kiss your lips
My heart would sing as it slips
Forever captive within your soul,
A willing slave,my eternal role.

If you ever should seek my heart,
You must first before you start,
Look through your deep dark eyes,
For that is where my heart lies.

The prison there needs no gate,
For I eagerly seek just this fate,
And eternity is too short a turn
For a fire that will forever burn.
Undying love
by Bill Marshall on Sunday, December 11, 2011 at 11:32pm ·

Throughout the years he waited
For the beauty he never dated,
But he knew she was the one
That all others he would shun.

It was her eyes,chestnut deep,
With beauty that made him weep,
Then her heart sunk the hook,
As big as the Earth she shook.

To him she was an angelic scene
With beauty like he'd never seen,
He thought for sure Heaven's queen,
Was she who looked sweet sixteen.

She did not know he waited true
Until his earthly days were through,
For his glimpse of perfect love,
Could only be topped up above.

She waited too for love so strong,
A man who would ne'er do wrong,
Like the one buried atop the hill,
Looking down on her,loving still.



Not Free

11/08/2011, 05:40

What beauty are thee
That I am not free,
Even thee at night
Are dreams' delight,
For what man darest
N'er dream of the fairest,
With all of Heaven's riches
In a heart that enriches.
But 'tis heaven's pearl
That could surely unfurl
This soul laid wasted,
In a quest never tasted.
Bill, very beautiful..........Cap... :)
Thank you Cap 1.
I wrote this for a young couple on FB who have some form of accelerated aging.
Beyond All Measure

They have what others cannot find,
Contentment upon their faces,
With a happiness few could find;
Would they ever trade me places?

Man has sought what's in her eyes,
A beauty that outshines sadness,
Her smile lights stars in all the skies,
With a wisdom full of gladness.

I envy them who have such treasure,
For their secret is in pure love,
And from this love beyond all measure,
Is a joy straight from up above.
..........................................................
About this poem:
My rebuttal to this:"World Poetry Movement
A short lecture from Charles Bernstein, Professor of English at the University of Pennsylvania: "My lecture is called “What Makes a Poem a Poem?” I’m going to set my timer. It's not rhyming words at the end of a line. It's not form. It's not structure. It's not loneliness. It's not location. It's not the sky. It's not love. It's not the color. It's not the feeling. It's not the meter. It's not the p...lace. It's not the intention. It's not the desire. It's not the weather. It's not the hope. It's not the subject matter. It's not the death. It's not the birth. It's not the trees. It's not the words. It's not the things between the words. It's not the meter-... (timer beeps) It's the timing." Click "Like" if you agree. What does he mean by "the timing"? "

Who Cares

Who cares about his opinion,
He's only a man who teaches,
Over me he has not dominion
No matter how far he reaches.

A learned man indeed he be,
But still just a man of learning,
Who imparts a special key
That unlocks the hearts' yearning.

Yes,he is just a man who speaks
His ideas how you should think,
But not knowing the mind that seeks,
He is still standing on the brink.

So please ,sir,in honest rhyme,
Type your response to me,
For this was in ten minutes time,
A rebuttal that I hope you see.



I felt inspired,earlier today, to write this for Grieving Mothers and related sites.

Butterflies In Heaven

In Heaven there are butterflies
That have touched our savior's face ,
And freely pass to earthly skies,
To remind us of His loving grace.

When a butterfly touches you,
It is because you are feeling sad;
A plea that you not be so blue
And remember the joy you had.

So remember to look to the sky,
If a butterfly should grace your day,
For you might catch someone's eye
Who has only moved far away.

..............................................
Written for a FB friend who lost her mother last week.

Another Rose

Another rose has left this Earth
To join the Lord in her real birth,
Where love will have endless girth
And laughter follows wholesome mirth.

She will be missed by all she knew,
But her journey here is not quite done,
She will hug you all before she's through,
And then a kiss good bye,one by one.

While wearing a smile through her tears,
She'll ascend the stairs in Jesus arm,
While thanking Him for the joyous years,
To join her family safe from all harm.
HawkeyeBill wrote: I wrote this for a young couple on FB who have some form of accelerated aging.
Beyond All Measure

They have what others cannot find,
Contentment upon their faces,
With a happiness few could find;
Would they ever trade me places?

Man has sought what's in her eyes,
A beauty that outshines sadness,
Her smile lights stars in all the skies,
With a wisdom full of gladness.

I envy them who have such treasure,
For their secret is in pure love,
And from this love beyond all measure,
Is a joy straight from up above.
..........................................................
About this poem:
My rebuttal to this:"World Poetry Movement
A short lecture from Charles Bernstein, Professor of English at the University of Pennsylvania: "My lecture is called “What Makes a Poem a Poem?” I’m going to set my timer. It's not rhyming words at the end of a line. It's not form. It's not structure. It's not loneliness. It's not location. It's not the sky. It's not love. It's not the color. It's not the feeling. It's not the meter. It's not the p...lace. It's not the intention. It's not the desire. It's not the weather. It's not the hope. It's not the subject matter. It's not the death. It's not the birth. It's not the trees. It's not the words. It's not the things between the words. It's not the meter-... (timer beeps) It's the timing." Click "Like" if you agree. What does he mean by "the timing"? "

Who Cares

Who cares about his opinion,
He's only a man who teaches,
Over me he has not dominion
No matter how far he reaches.

A learned man indeed he be,
But still just a man of learning,
Who imparts a special key
That unlocks the hearts' yearning.

Yes,he is just a man who speaks
His ideas how you should think,
But not knowing the mind that seeks,
He is still standing on the brink.

So please ,sir,in honest rhyme,
Type your response to me,
For this was in ten minutes time,
A rebuttal that I hope you see.



I felt inspired,earlier today, to write this for Grieving Mothers and related sites.

Butterflies In Heaven

In Heaven there are butterflies
That have touched our savior's face ,
And freely pass to earthly skies,
To remind us of His loving grace.

When a butterfly touches you,
It is because you are feeling sad;
A plea that you not be so blue
And remember the joy you had.

So remember to look to the sky,
If a butterfly should grace your day,
For you might catch someone's eye
Who has only moved far away.

..............................................
Written for a FB friend who lost her mother last week.

Another Rose

Another rose has left this Earth
To join the Lord in her real birth,
Where love will have endless girth
And laughter follows wholesome mirth.

She will be missed by all she knew,
But her journey here is not quite done,
She will hug you all before she's through,
And then a kiss good bye,one by one.

While wearing a smile through her tears,
She'll ascend the stairs in Jesus arm,
While thanking Him for the joyous years,
To join her family safe from all harm.



Hawkeye, thses are beautiful......thanks for sharing.....Caps..... :P
One of my early poems from last spring.

The Homeless
Author: hawqeye

The Homeless
When you wake up in the morning,
With a glorious new day's dawning,
Stop and look around you
At the riches that surround you
And think of all the children
Who have no bed to sleep in
And search the chambers of your heart
That's where you have to start.
And though you know it isn't funny
To see those who have no money
Do you drop a coin in their cup
For them to have some food to sup
Or do you just walk on by
And let that ol' man die
You can choose to close your eyes
And not listen to their cries,
Or you could do what Christ asks
And turn to face the task
As many hearts as you can reach,
Should be your goal to teach,
And many a young mind
That your search can find
So to heal every single soul
As it takes to make you whole.