Crossing the line
I was laughing through my tears,
From a distance I drew you near.
Though I hate and love you so;
Please just stay when you should go.
By, Steven R. Harrel
Chimes blown by the desert winds,
Voices in the crowd speaking something true – few take note.
Great words of wisdom to the proud, bruised ears set to itching,
Youthful eyes seeing – yet no hint of cheeks set glistening.
Know ye the number of the Troubadours’ trump before one soul is e’er redeemed?
How blows unholy winds: puffing hair, chimes too fair, tongues that wag, joy in the wayward?
Heralded times go unheeded.
Bugled sounds from the heights of neglected ramparts.
To trust those whose approval is found in others – but not from He who is On-High?
Seek not the Maker in song or truth?
Where have our Pillars gone?
We listen to Great-Grandfathers’ toll, his ticking, no soul.
By Steven R. Harrel
There once lived a frog whose abode was a toadstool
Whose black and yellow eyes were always looking for a feast
He loved his habitat so close was this and that
All within his reach satisfaction was replete…
His sky was blue on blue
And his stream was filled with food
The sun’s great heat it soon abated
By the mushroom his head was shaded
And the fungi drew his prey
So most pleasant was each day…
Then one balmy amorous night
His black and yellows they caught sight
Of a beauty more than rare
Whose slender flippers were most fair
When her song she croaked and sung
His heart grew warm and croaked along…
It was then that he did know
He must have her – he must go
Forgo his grand most safe abode
To have this beauty by his side
He must make her his new bride…
But what of his abode
Dare he leave and take the chance
For one daring night’s romance…
Would she in turn find him eye-catching?
He might not similarly be so fetching.
He might be loathsome in her sight
What would he do if he were right…
It was then that he decided
And forcefully he chided
Himself for ever doubting
His handsome lips now a pouting
What she-toad could him resist
His abode and handsomeness
Toadstool heaven he would chase
Thank you God what a place!
By Steven R. Harrel – 2009