The Prize
Roy Blizzard III © 6-17-2012
In the early, faint light of dawn I saw her striding eerily
Out from the darkness which had enveloped all,
She seemed to tread upon the very rays of the yellow orb
Which was burning across the horizon,
Closer she strode, her head held proudly as a
Mighty warrior of valor, treading upon her victory,
Silently she came to me, a broad sword sheathed on her hip
And a parchment clutched firmly in her hand,
Her piercing eyes looked through me, my heart and soul
Lay bare before her, then slowly she passed her prize to me,
Beholding her power and acknowledging her gift
I stretched forth my hand to receive it.
What is this cherished and guarded gift
That one such as her should bless me with?
Carefully I unrolled that soiled scroll of great value,
And my eyes affixed on the words,
She spoke not a word as my eyes welled with tears
From the reading of her precious prize,
Then softly but sternly she whispered wisdom to me
As I raised my eyes to thank her,
The Freedoms of the world are hard fought and dear,
But easily you can give them away,
Don’t be deceived by tempting words and gifts,
Which only serve to reduce your strength,
People in power more often than not
Will always fall prey to the hunters,
Be ever vigilant for the selling of souls,
For money and power attract evil.
Abrogation to others has destroyed the many,
So don’t let our lives be in vain,
Hold to your freedom and liberty cherish,
Don’t be a slave without knowledge,
She turned and left me, heading back Eastward,
Her words piercing me to the core,
It was then I decided and vowed to myself,
To defend this idea with my life,
The Constitution of the United States of America!
Category: Poetry
Poetry
In the fading twilight times,
As my eyes are filled with tears,
I look out over my family home,
And I see the faces of my youth.
The good times and the bad are,
But a fading memory in time,
One by one felled by age and time,
Where has youth and vigor gone?
Saplings sprout and grow tall,
In the sun and rain at my home,
Timber is felled when mature,
But a hole is left hard to fill.
The sun is going down again,
And with it the ties that bind,
Fading memories as the sunset,
Sisters, brothers, kith and kin.
As my eyes are filled with tears,
I look out over my family home,
And I see the faces of my youth.
The good times and the bad are,
But a fading memory in time,
One by one felled by age and time,
Where has youth and vigor gone?
Saplings sprout and grow tall,
In the sun and rain at my home,
Timber is felled when mature,
But a hole is left hard to fill.
The sun is going down again,
And with it the ties that bind,
Fading memories as the sunset,
Sisters, brothers, kith and kin.
Roy Blizzard III © 2016
I’ve entered a world of darkness
Hidden away from view
I see others are there with me
All seeing but not being seen.
Into the shadowy world I come
To escape that which I can not face
So I exist alone in a crowd of sorrow
Not being seen but seeing.
All who love me miss me
But what can I do to escape
For if they really knew me
They could never really love me.
So my life it goes on alone
Day after day, night after night
Seeking a love I’ll never find
From such a one as I.
I heard a man speak of love
In a way I couldn’t describe
Given in such a way
A man was forced to die.
For love of me
Whom he did know
And he sought out
In a world of hidden darkness.
Once I knew him
The sun shone around me
And my fear it left me
To travel back into the darkness.
To live once more
Finding another soul
In that hidden world
Of the sorrowful, despair of man.
I’ve entered a world of darkness
Hidden away from view
I see others are there with me
All seeing but not being seen.
Into the shadowy world I come
To escape that which I can not face
So I exist alone in a crowd of sorrow
Not being seen but seeing.
All who love me miss me
But what can I do to escape
For if they really knew me
They could never really love me.
So my life it goes on alone
Day after day, night after night
Seeking a love I’ll never find
From such a one as I.
I heard a man speak of love
In a way I couldn’t describe
Given in such a way
A man was forced to die.
For love of me
Whom he did know
And he sought out
In a world of hidden darkness.
Once I knew him
The sun shone around me
And my fear it left me
To travel back into the darkness.
To live once more
Finding another soul
In that hidden world
Of the sorrowful, despair of man.
Innocence Flows
Roy Blizzard III © 6-16-2015
A time to laugh, a time to play,
A time of beauty, a time of love,
Youth is a gift we fail to hold,
As innocence flows like water.
Drop by drop it slips away,
With each day we live and play,
What we see and what we do,
The innocence flows like water.
Year by year the emptiness grows,
Why must we grow old and die?
But Why can’t be answered until that day,
The innocence flows like water.
We grow old step by step,
Losing life lie by lie,
Life you see is that which we fail to see,
As innocence flows like water.
Roy Blizzard III © 6-16-2015
A time to laugh, a time to play,
A time of beauty, a time of love,
Youth is a gift we fail to hold,
As innocence flows like water.
Drop by drop it slips away,
With each day we live and play,
What we see and what we do,
The innocence flows like water.
Year by year the emptiness grows,
Why must we grow old and die?
But Why can’t be answered until that day,
The innocence flows like water.
We grow old step by step,
Losing life lie by lie,
Life you see is that which we fail to see,
As innocence flows like water.