Issue 55- "Murky Poetry"

Words, Pics, Inks: H. P. L.

Here is a selection of poems I wrote a while back...gimme your feedback on them. I'm not feeling good tonight, so I'm kinda gimping it tonight, but I promise to be back up to 100 percent by tomorrow night or Saturdaqy at the latest...love to you all...Heath

Intrigue

In the crash of waves
Her heartbeat quickens;
Pulse skips a beat.

Looking into her eyes,
A hint of something
Beautiful-a dandelion
In its first blossoming.

Holding her body is exquisite;
The tighter you grasp her,
The more powerful she feels.

The brilliant dandelion explodes--
Red, yellow, and subtle, quieter greens.
A rush of power. Pulsating Orange...deepening, then releasing
Ending with somber tones Of golden amber.

Heath Parker Lail

Sunshine

The crying's done, the Sun's come out.
I feel that now, without a doubt,
My life will change for the best...
Leaving behind all the rest.

Looking back, I understand.
I was more of a boy, less of a man.
Yet now I stand, my head held proud
Looking up, not cowering down.

I know now what must be done-
Make my Father proud, and His Son.
I miss all those who left me
But I must move on, so not to shame One
Who gave His life that I might Live.

I've made mistakes...
I've apologized...
Now I must leave it to others to criticize.
The Sun is out, I'm moving on.

Heath Parker Lail

Universality

Bright dots against dark canvas.
We look each night, wondering
Why you burn so bright
That even billions of light years away,
You shine through night clear as day.

Are there stories to tell?
Are you a Heaven, or Hell?
Ancient and dying, or young and vibrant?
Are you simply gas, or solid?
We seek to know these things.
Tell us now, before your glow
Dims and fades, and you die...
Ne'ermore to light the sky.

Heath Parker Lail

Dreams

Recently I dreamed in nights
Of restless sleep. Dreamt of love,
Pure and true, a lost sailor's beacon.

Showing me the ugliness in mine
Heart, but the love also; It whispers
Of wrongs I seek to repair,
Hands are of no use.
I speak, they Turn away;
Refuse to listen.
They laugh cruelly,
With faces evil. Counsel comes from One
Who Loves me, Though others refuse
Mine Love for them...

I am not afraid anymore.

Heath Parker Lail

Hope you like these...it will give you a good look into the window to my inner soul. G'night all