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The Poetry and Articles
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Samuel E. Stone
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The Writing Forum’s Writer of the Month - September 2005
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AUTHOR’S BIO:
Best Selling Mystery Author, Samuel E. Stone's passion for the written word has made him a life long student of literature. Author of "The Sarge Trilogy," Shades, Crush, and Downfall. He was born and educated in San Francisco, California. His understanding and insight to the emotional and psychological depths of fiction create a realistic bonding effect upon his readers. His literary works have received five star reviews in the United States and Five Crown ratings in the United Kingdom. He has been writing poetry his entire life and has received many awards for his works.
He is a retired police sergeant. His career in law enforcement spanned a quarter of a century, during which time he served as a patrol officer and a detective. He received a number of commendations and recognitions, including "Police Officer of the Year," for 1982.
During the course of his career, he was involved in supervising both the patrol and detective divisions, including all forms of operations from routine patrol to hostage negotiations to murder investigations.
To read Samuel E. Stone’s series of articles written about when he was serving two tours of duty working deep cover operations please click here.
PUBLICATIONS:
Samuel E. Stone has twelve publications to his credit including fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. Most are available at Amazon.com by clicking here. His most recent publication,
a book of poetry titled “Visions of Yesterday and Tomorrow”, is available by clicking here.
Email: samuul@hotmail.com
SAMUEL E. STONE’S POETRY
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 Constantly Moving
All You Need to Know
Life
Those Lingering Thoughts
Dreams to Cope
Ever So Loud
Clouds of Grey
Remembering Past
New Year’s Eve Once Again
No Hiding
Alexsia Renee
Drifting Dreams
Dreams and Schemes
Finding the Way
Happiness, Sadness, and Pain
Haunting Plea
Drifting Away
Heaven’s Gate
Holding Our Breath
A Reluctant Journey
Beat by the Heat
Captured Moments
Realm of Our Dreams
Raging River of Life
Thank You Lord
Taking time
Those Who Care
Dream a Little Dream
Ocean’s Intrigue
Memories of Old
Growing Old
A Morning Lift
Bears and Bees
Dancing Flowers
Happiness and Pain
Greatest Gift
Enjoy
We’re All So Vain
We Just Don’t See
We’re All The Same
Without Warning
Without Control
Constantly Moving
Life sometimes appears to move ever so slow,
standing still lost in the essence of passing time,
but the sand in the hourglass maintains it’s flow,
unforeseen in the perception of one’s own mind.
We often just can’t wait until we reach tomorrow,
not realizing a day gone is forever lost in the past,
left with distant memories, regrets and our sorrow,
thoughts linger on what once was but did not last.
Life is complicated by feelings, wants and desires,
where often our actions are controlled by emotions,
if we stand still we run into our own burning fires,
but if we move to fast we get lost in the commotion.
Such complexity controlled by simplicity’s wrath,
plagued with our uncertainty takes it’s mortal toll,
to succeed all we must do is stay on the right path,
a wrong turn or if we stumble, we fall in the hole.
When we’re lost in the stillness of the dark night,
the time keeps moving, nothing can get in it’s way,
enjoy each second before it fades from your sight,
for on the earth your time is short and it won’t stay.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2012, All Audience
All You Need to Know
Living in a fantasy of yesterday’s dreams,
while hope for tomorrow fades from sight,
caught in the fast pace of earthly scheme,
unable to distinguish the wrong from right.
Misguided perception often leads our way,
in this land dominated by power and greed,
survival is trying to make it through the day,
consumed with want and desire without need.
In the crossroads of life we must choose a path,
decisions made are cast in stone to forever last,
truth and consequences brings unwanted wrath,
for what we did or didn’t do will haunt our past.
We attempt to escape through mindful illusion,
which only brings us short term peace of mind,
life is a struggle caught in unsettled confusion,
each step of the journey we learn from the past.
Life is a spiritual quest of our body and soul,
which takes us wherever the wind will blow,
our trials and tribulations have a price, a toll,
the meaning of love it is all you need to know.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2012, All Audiences
Life
Complexity in living,
reasons verses love,
simplicity in forgiving,
gift of heaven above.
Fantasy and illusion,
mixing fact and reason,
leaves utter confusion,
no matter what season.
The laughter and the pain,
consume each new day,
wondering if your sane,
nature of our human way.
Life’s path without a map,
traveling from here to there,
desperate we need a nap,
ending up who knows where.
Survival is such a struggle,
feelings mixed with emotion,
having someone to cuddle,
for love creates our devotion.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2012, All Audience
Those Lingering Thoughts
Lingering thoughts of yesterday,
carry over to another tomorrow,
disrupting the future of the day,
happiness turns to instant sorrow.
There are things we must complete,
before we continue on life’s path,
for peace and tranquility to meet,
without falling prey to earthly wrath.
Unfinished business is a sharp thorn,
which eats away at our thriving soul,
in it’s path peace of mind is ever torn,
the restlessness creates it’s own toll.
The day may end but it’s never over,
until we can find some peace of mind,
the weight of which is upon our shoulder,
the burden could last till the end of time.
Finish what you start for it is your turn,
your contentment is on life’s next page,
it is the place where each of us can learn,
how we perform on life’s begotten stage.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2012, All Audience
Dreams to Cope
Dreams drifting with their magical hold,
through the corridors of our sleeping mind,
stories of the past and those yet to be told,
travel so fast while being suspended in time.
Holding on to the child like innocence of yesterday,
while exploding the fantasy of our own illusions,
following the yellow brick road we’re on our way,
where one and one equal three without confusion.
The deeper the sleep the more vivid the dream,
colors of the rainbow flow bold and ever bright,
lost in the peace and tranquility absent of schemes,
discovering treasures that are found only in the night.
Mash potatoes to lemon drops hang from a tree,
the magic of our imagination will take center stage,
in dreamland it can be anything it is meant to be,
where there is both good and evil on the same page.
Dreamland can serve to replenish our exhausted soul,
a place that brings each of us peace and renewed hope,
for good verse evil can sometimes cause such a toll,
dreams are merely another method to help us to cope.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2012, All Audience
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Ever So Loud
Deep within the corridors of our mind,
random thoughts hold wants and desire,
trapped in the boundary of passing time,
needs become consumed by burning fire.
While living in past worlds of yesterday,
we struggle to find the path to tomorrow,
sadly it’s just the nature of our human way,
when we find the gateway it is borrowed.
Captivated moments linger as if to tease,
as reality blends with fantasy and illusion,
lost in temptations we attempt to please,
finding no satisfaction but only confusion.
A mystical world made of silver and gold,
where we can not explain what we know,
each day we travel a path yet to behold,
here to there wherever the wind will blow.
Colors of a rainbow shine brilliantly bright,
keep us searching, our heads lost a cloud,
we are what we are in both day and night,
listening to voices screaming ever so loud.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2012, All Audience
Clouds of Grey
Grey clouds appear ever so dark,
howling wind in the pouring rain,
rivers cresting leaving their mark,
creating such anguish and pain.
Pounding rain saturating the ground,
stepping the dirt sinks under your feet,
looking, water appears to be all around,
the rising river and the road now meet.
Current flowing showing nature’s might,
traveling in a canoe to who knows where,
water now covering everything in sight,
first rising over here and then over there.
No controlling the flood waters that flow,
across the fields and over the roads it goes,
towns go dark where lights use to just glow,
when it will let up no one really knows.
Storms often disappear in the dark of night,
as we prepare to sleep we pray it will pass,
waking to the sunshine everything is bright,
now, we thank the Lord the storm didn’t last.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2012, All Audience
Reminiscing Past
Reminiscing of days that have come and gone,
those good memories and some that were bad,
passing time goes quickly but appears so long,
remembering both the happy times and the sad.
Nothing can slow or stop the passage of time,
moments to hours dashing away in the night,
vivid impressions in the corridors of our mind,
just living life with our death always in sight.
Precious moments pass without leaving a clue,
too busy consumed in our wants and desires,
so we never appreciate the sky of radiate blue,
nor the beauty of nature that can vanish in a fire.
Each moment we live is a gift from heaven above,
a touch, a smell, a sight so much here to delight,
existence is the result of our Lord’s eternal love,
enjoy each moment without hesitation or fright.
It is the beginning of the rest of your life on earth,
take time to feel, to listen, to touch and to just see,
for the clock if life has been ticking since your birth,
be thankful and be whatever you were meant to be.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2012, All Audience
New Year’s Eve Once Again
New Year’s eve is here once again,
another year has come and is gone,
as we look back from here to then,
passing quickly never seeming long.
Resolutions were made but never kept,
intentions without commitment of time,
disappeared in the night but no one wept,
this year will be no different in our mind.
Days pass like turning pages in a book,
what once was now becomes the past,
now that it’s over we step back to look,
nothing in this world was meant to last.
The coming year brings promise and hope,
in happy anticipation we wait for tomorrow,
each year is a new beginning so we can cope,
surrendering both our happiness and sorrow.
So as the midnight hour comes ever so near,
may the year bring peace, happiness and love,
as we gather together to celebrate and cheer,
HAPPY NEW YEAR a true gift from ABOVE.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2011, All Audience
No Hiding
Happy New Year from me to you,
may your days be filled with love,
cherishing the moment for it is new,
peace and happiness a gift from above.
May you get what you have earned,
and owe no one as your life unfolds,
for life is a process where we learn,
each day more of the story is told.
Remember to take only what you need,
simple pleasure is the road to success,
and working hard is the price to succeed,
if you have your health you’re blessed.
It is the time to contemplate the past,
life is based on hard work and hope,
realizing our mortality nothing last,
coming to terms will help us to cope.
The old year is over so we shed a tear,
moving we stand tall filled with pride,
raising our glass we shout with cheer,
for from the New Year we can not hide.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2011, All Audience
Alexsia Renee
A glittering star in the dark of night,
more precious than diamonds or gold,
twinkling light shining ever so bright,
the essence of love to cherish and hold.
Young and beautiful beyond all compare,
filled with laughter, bubbling with fun,
our time together we enjoy and share,
capturing the simplicity of life never done.
Just smiling with joy with each new day,
holding the treasures that come with love,
with a sparkle in her eyes, just that way,
such a gift from God in the heavens above.
Alexsia Renee, my granddaughter's name,
so gentle and kind, we hold her so dear,
yet wild with living that can’t be tamed,
such a pleasure to see and have her near.
Today we’re visiting the fantastic young girl,
dancing and singing she is such a delight,
she is full of energy like a tornado’s whirl,
memories of our visit will not fade from sight.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Drifting Dreams
Drifting off into a dreamland of sleep,
a place of excitement, adventure, thrill,
where mountains are tall and ever steep,
and magic appears at it’s own free will.
Colors so plentiful they create such a sight,
places with people who have a special craft,
creatures small yet full of strength and might,
where such a cold wind creates a nasty draft.
Dreams are the gateway, visions they provide,
a sea of thoughts for which they often lay claim,
blizzard happenings from which we can’t hide,
a realm of forgiveness, sorrow and even blame.
A babbling brook to a stream to a raging river,
dreams hold things that work, things that break,
stories that fall short while others often deliver,
a land of enchantment yet no more than we make.
Dreamland is a place where we don’t have to refrain,
time passes so quickly, it over in less than a blink,
where everything happens but nothing is contained,
a lifetime of memories can vanish, gone in a wink.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Dreams and Schemes
Yesterday’s forgotten schemes,
vanish in the still of the night,
replaced by tomorrow’s dreams,
hoping the future will be bright.
Happiness is built on one’s desire,
a mixture of fantasy and illusion,
while reality can be lost in the fire,
leaving us alone in utter confusion.
A wishing star falls from the sky,
moonlit shadows in rare descend,
whence it came we know not why,
separating the past from the present.
Place without answers where we live,
always thinking of now and just me,
forever taking but forgetting to give,
never becoming all that we could be.
Dreams and schemes drift to the shore,
we follow their lure wherever we go,
one day death will knock on the door,
capturing our spirit, it’s ice cold flow.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Finding the Way
Sounds of silence, ever so loud,
in the dark of the darkest of night,
deep in sleep, mind lost in a cloud,
a rainbow of colors ever so bright.
Drifting into fantasy and illusion,
deep in the corridors of the mind,
reality mixes with utter confusion,
hourglass flows backwards in time.
Mystery of the dark held in sleep,
things occur that we can’t explain,
with memories not meant to keep,
and time travels faster than a train.
Lost in mystical, magical dreams,
going to place we have never been,
in the fantasy no ill gotten schemes,
where no mater what happens we win.
Land of enchantment start to the end,
the impossible is accomplished in a day,
filled with enemies and best of friends,
dreamland’s path shows us our own way.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Happiness, Sadness, and Pain
Lost in the corridors of our mind,
visions of yesterday fade from sight,
turning to dust in the passing time,
dawn’s light to the darkness of night.
Reality blends with fantasy and illusion,
distorting the facts as they came to be,
leaving memories in a state of confusion,
centered around not you but mainly me.
Lives lived for the future not day to day,
thriving on wants and burning desires,
sadly, just the nature of our human way,
aging we become consumed in the fire.
Life is today not yesterday or tomorrow,
the present is what’s happening right now,
it is but a gift shared that is only borrowed,
disappearing in the night, heads we bow.
The hourglass of time continues to flow,
as the sand falls slowly grain after grain,
through it all there is so little we know,
life gives us happiness, sadness, and pain.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Haunting Plea
Song birds sing their morning tune,
as the break of dawn begins to rise,
there is a fading of the silvery moon,
feathery bird friends come in all sizes.
Morning brings us a sense of new joy,
a rebirth of our thoughts and our desires,
it doesn’t matter if you’re a girl or a boy,
exploring the passion of the burning fires.
Sun rising in the skies mist ever so blue,
overwhelms our spirit with renewed hope,
as we set out upon a journey to start anew,
the path of life we treasure helps us to cope.
Each day an adventure beyond all compare,
taking what we need, learning how to give,
a path of comprises and experience shared,
a life and death struggle, here where we live.
With birds chirping we start each new day,
just never knowing where this day will lead,
mystery and adventure meets us on the way,
while the wind whispers a haunting plea.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Drifting Away
Drifting across the endless Sea,
elements of nature upon the door,
alone, scared for there is only me,
survival it’s self is and act of war.
Blazing Sun high above over head,
the wind ever so hot it wants to burn,
wondering if by night you’ll be dead,
with no where to go, no where to turn.
Your lips burning from the salty air,
upon the water the whitecaps prance,
thinking it’s more than one can bear,
pondering upon an old song and dance.
The day brings the cold of night,
wind that chills right to the bone,
a pale distant moon ever so bright,
the ocean sounds a musical tone.
Lost in reflection of your mind,
thoughts turn to mindful illusion,
you know it’s a matter of time,
till you drift on in utter confusion.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Heaven’s Gate
Living in the shadow of a distant light,
tormented by our inner thoughts and fears,
we search for answer deep into the night,
just hoping we can wash away all our tears.
The complexity sparks turmoil in our mind,
what is, what is not can never be measured,
cast in doubt we become lost in passing time,
searching for silver and gold of old treasures.
Sky of endless blue with the sun high above,
shines upon each one of us every single day,
lost in war, we killed the snow white dove,
never taking time to see or find our own way.
Often blinded by our own self-serving greed,
our journey spent alone, feeling ever so sad,
too weak and too helpless in our hour of need,
while evil lurks all around turning good to bad.
Living is an enigma of one’s own self-being,
we each must find the way before it is too late,
from the hourglass of life there is no fleeing,
in the end we will end up at Heaven’s gate.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Holding Our Breath
Lost in the hourglass of suspended time,
as our mind and body become as one,
searching for answers we can not find,
we wander this land never to be done.
Captured by feeling of love and emotion,
tomorrow’s hope blend with our dreams,
creates energy consumed with devotion,
life hinges on avoiding earthly schemes.
Submerged in our own fantasy and illusion,
struggling to find meaning to our existence,
the fine line between sanity and confusion,
onward with our never ending persistence.
Our inner thoughts conflicting with desire,
cast into the darkest of uncharted waters,
where our feelings melt in the burning fire,
making mistakes but fixes can’t be bought.
From life to death it is the ultimate test,
our mind holds the key to help us cope,
in the end, we try to do our very best,
each day we hold our breath and hope.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
A Reluctant Journey
With elegance and grace we travel in style,
images of our mind form perfect reflections,
through laughter and tears we hold a smile,
the realities of life are filled with deception.
Blessed are those who appear to be full of grace,
they hold their heads high and seem not to need,
a land of opportunity with so much empty space,
suddenly despair pops up like a lost tumble weed.
Life’s adventure is a continuous mystery ride,
across the plains and over river beds of gravel,
too close to the water will catch you in the tide,
in search of what we do not know we will travel.
Questions without answers, so little we do know,
while threats to our survival linger ever so near,
endlessly we travel wherever the wind will blow,
the sounds of nature’s cries we constantly hear.
Experiencing life is something we can not share,
a mere happenstance of incidents without a plan,
shadowed by devotion by love ones who do care,
we reluctantly journey all alone across this land.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Beat by the Heat
The sun high up in the sky,
heat radiating to the earth,
so hot you think you’ll die,
another desert day’s birth.
Summer days, scorching heat,
sweat pouring from our pores,
feeling tired and just so beat,
whenever you step outdoors.
Each day warmer than before,
salty lips, so you want to drink,
you had enough, you get more,
taking a nap, a couple of winks.
Lazy days turn to warm nights,
tossing, turning to hot to sleep,
the moonlit sky ever so bright,
many thoughts you can’t keep.
Beginning to wish it was fall,
seasons change just in time,
wouldn’t survive with the mall,
summer days the sun will shine.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Captured Moments
Captured moments with loved ones to share,
create cherished memories we hold so dear,
family and friends those for whom we care,
we want to hang onto and keep ever so near.
In this world consumed with power and greed,
we struggle to stay focus in finding our way,
caught up in the rapture we forget what we need,
becoming lost in the crowd wanting more each day.
We fall prey to society’s wants and heated desires,
playing the game of those who love and have not,
misguided souls become lost it the burning fires,
learning that material wealth doesn’t give you a lot.
Left in a state of bewilderment, one starts fleeing,
realizing happiness is more than just an illusion,
survival is maintaining physical and mental being,
finding our way back from the world of confusion.
Peace of mind comes from our love and devotion,
family and friends are the key to our contentment,
eliminating materialistic need stop the commotion,
so live a simple life absent of worldly resentment.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Realm of Our Dreams
Dreams blend yesterday with tomorrow,
random thoughts of the day just passed,
filled with excitement, pain and sorrow,
illusion and fantasy never meant to last.
From the realm of reality to an illusion,
vivid images dance in shadows of light,
leaving us lost in dismay and confusion,
never empathizing the wrong from right.
Peaceful slumber disrupted without a clue,
beyond sleep’s door one’s heart will race,
surreal action, with excitement, who knew,
moving so intensely set to a deadly pace.
Standing alone ever lost the essence of time,
moving at it’s own rate down the dark hall,
existing in the realm of subconscious mind,
people and places unrelated, short and tall.
We talk, we listen, we dance, we even run,
from romance to anger we fight, we play,
so real, sometimes scary, sometimes fun,
lived in a different dimension of the day.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Raging River of Life
A raging river with skies of blue overhead,
white caps prance with their mighty splash,
to live or die, to prosper or soon be dead,
in a world of yesterday nothing ever last.
Survival is a mixture of luck and human skill,
while forces of nature beckon upon our door,
a struggle of one’s body, heart, soul and will,
the conflict wages for living is a constant war.
In the mist of the battlefield we find tomorrow,
another dimension but the same playing field,
filled with laughter, solitude, and much sorrow,
we venture forward with faith as are only shield.
Beauty and the beast clash in mindful illusion,
where cherished moments fade into the light,
left with memories, hope and utter confusion,
each day fighting to survive before the night.
In this world of love and hate, anger and pain,
we move forward clashing in the raging river,
hearts filled with emotion, drenched in the rain,
holding onto faith and love until it is delivered.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audience
Thank You Lord
I thank the Lord in the heavens above,
for the air, with each new breathe I take,
family and friends, those whom I love,
helping me with the decisions I make.
Giving thanks for rain and raging rivers,
for the grass that grows upon the ground,
all the goodness and happiness He delivers,
beauty, mystery, and excitement of the land.
I am so grateful to just see each new day,
thankful of Love and our human emotions,
so happy the Lord helps to show us the way,
my heart holds love, honor, and devotion.
The simple pleasures come from God’s grace,
from rainbows that stretch across the blue sky,
to candy, good food, and even satin and lace,
questions, answers to things we know not why.
I give thanks for each day I spent on this earth,
whether the sun is shining or it’s pouring rain,
wondrous pleasures I’ve discovered since birth,
apologizing that man has caused so much pain.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Taking Time
In the warmth of the sun,
beneath the sky of blue,
morning light, day begun,
encouraging to start anew.
Flowers bloom, air so fresh,
a slight breeze, in the air,
song birds sing in their nest,
such contentment to share.
Deer nibbling on the trail,
a lone eagle soaring above,
a little puppy wags it’s tail,
on the tree, two white doves.
Summer brings a new lease,
reflecting on what has gone,
hope and praying for peace,
winter will come and be long.
Taking time to enjoy each day,
see the world in a slower pace,
a little pleasure comes our way,
flowers, birds, satin and lace.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Those Who Care
Shadows dancing in the misty moonlight,
as strange occurrences, both near and afar,
silvery moon, with a glow ever so bright,
reflecting an essences across a distant star.
Secrets held in the universe untamed and vast,
we can only gazing and imagine with our mind,
what is, what is not, what will and will not last,
the dimmest star to the Sun forever will shine.
Cycle of life, we live and then we all will die,
yesterday’s memories linger and fade away,
each new tomorrow becomes today never shy,
if time could stop then we might be able stay.
Focusing on good and bad, hate to true love,
we cherish the moments in the sun and rain,
life itself is a gift from the heavens high above,
sadly we each create are own sorrow and pain.
Shadows frolic in moonlight of simple pleasures,
symbolic of the happiness, couples will often share,
living the moment of rapture that can’t be measured,
so much is given to those of us who really do care.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Dream a Little Dream
Living in a land of make believe,
where all our dreams come true,
everything we want we achieve,
beneath the sky of radiant blue.
Rags to riches certainly is the wish,
for everyone just wants to be rich,
at supper eating our favorite dish,
after a day of working in the ditch.
Day dreams of fantasy and illusion,
occupy the corridors of our mind,
working in the mist of confusion,
thoughts help us to pass the time.
Controlled by power and greed,
we struggle daily to just survive,
money, sadly we all see the need,
land of plenty yet a great divide.
Dreams replenish our mortal soul,
in a land where reality can be cruel,
hardships of society take their toll,
and the wealth of society will rule.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Ocean’s Intrigue
An ocean breeze filled the salty air,
mighty whitecaps beating the shore,
a majestic seaside there just to share,
wind blowing, knocking upon the door.
Constant roar made a deafening sound,
the water splashed off the giant rocks,
the forces of nature by the sleepy town,
while in the bay so still boats by docks.
Sky ever blue reaching as far as we see,
meeting the ocean the two become one,
nature splendor magnificent as can be,
whitecaps clashing their job never done.
Mystery of the sea an enigma of it’s own,
never stopping on it’s journey ever deep,
a musical concert with a loud crashing tone,
waves come in all sizes from small so steep.
From the land to the sea, it’s legacy unfolds,
a perpetual force that spouts beauty and fear,
always moving, splashing, crashing so bold,
intrigue of the ocean keeps drawing us near.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Memories of Old
Upon the floor sat an old dusty rug,
imprinted by marks from the chair,
reflecting on yesterday I felt a tug,
glancing a child smiled was shared.
Room always filled with commotion,
excitement, adventure, a raging river,
kids exploring mountains to oceans,
childhood imaginations were deliver.
Wants and desires of young pleads,
the old house took it’s wearing toll,
running and jumping they took lead,
climbing or dropping into dark holes.
Days spent in play, nights in sleep,
the house was refuge from the rain,
cries, scuffles enough to often weep,
small hurts brought such awful pain.
A house full of memories in the dark,
the picture window has such a view,
across the street a quaint little park,
what now is old once shined so new.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Growing Old
Sitting on the bench in endless wait,
our elderly spent their passing time,
staring, searching for the pearly gate,
reminiscing of long ago in the mind.
Growing old and feeble then you're dead,
withering, wasting away before our eyes,
they feel useless, alone a discarded weed,
in pain they moan holding back their cries.
In the world of aging these is no tomorrow,
the plans for the future have all been spent,
time of our youth we learn was borrowed,
in agony they try to stand all wobbly and bend.
Distant memories continue to fade away,
holding onto yesterday becomes a chore,
waiting patiently to go, but here they stay,
listening for Angels to knock on the door.
Life is an enigma in both living and dying,
a journey from beginning till the very end,
throughout it all we have to keep on trying,
and attempt to hold on to one good friend.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
A Morning Lift
Each morning the song birds will sing,
perched on the evergreen trees so high,
little chicks tucked beneath their wing,
with a backdrop of the never ending sky.
A gentle breeze can be felt in the Spring air,
the warming Sun dries the dew on the ground,
young birds dive bomb as if their on a dare,
while their mothers watch with a sad frown.
Simplicity of life in mother nature is found,
in the creatures that roam the forest so deep,
land of enchantment if you just look around,
animals showing joy, sorrow and even weep.
The realm of reality beckons nature’s door,
mixing danger, excitement, joys and pain,
the sky is nature’s ceiling, dirt is her floor,
a place called home so constantly sustained.
The song birds remind us of nature’s gift,
morning they sing the sounds of eternal joy,
their chirping give lonely hearts such a lift,
soon it’s muffled by playful girls and boys.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Bears and Bees
From the porch sitting in the rocking chair,
I got a glimpse of something big and black,
to my surprise it was this big old mama bear,
just limping along like she stepped on a tack.
The bear was in the woods by the mowed field,
Summer was about over the beginning of fall,
moving hesitatingly using the trees as a shield,
standing on her hind legs she seemed so tall.
She came to the winding river, raging in motion,
then all of a sudden she decided to go for a swim,
the whitecaps splashing reminded me of the ocean,
suddenly out of the woods came little bear twins.
The sky was so bright feeling the heat of the Sun,
weeds by the river in bloom like Spring flowers,
cubs watching their mother having so much fun,
jumped in splashing about like it was a shower.
After their swim they rested under the old oak tree,
the sky clouded over and suddenly it began to rain,
looking up the bears discovered a hive full of bees,
and went squealing back to their mother in pain.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Dancing Flowers
Dancing flowers in the wind,
the rainbow of color in bloom,
memories of where we’ve been,
ducks, geese and a single loom.
Spring is the beginning of anew,
the rebirth of nature brings hope,
beneath the vast sky ever so blue,
it’s sheer beauty allows us to cope,
Season filled with Spring showers,
birds chirping in the morning light,
away from cold winters that devour,
each morning so cheerful and bright.
It is the time of passion and love,
while couples walk hand in hand ,
surely a gift from the heavens above,
as nature’s season over takes the land,
Natural beauty stimulates the heart,
all the yesterday fade into the past,
from Spring we never want to part,
hoping the wonder and joy will last.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Happiness and Pain
Out of the darkness comes the morning light,
shining ever so brightly with the new dawn,
bringing new hope from the despair of night,
awaking we rise, stretching with a big yawn.
In life it is the uncertainty we often will fear,
things for which there is no story to be told,
leaving us with an insecurity we hold near,
secrets of our existence felt, never to unfold.
Rags to riches, lusting want beckons desire,
often creates detours on life’s traveling path,
consumed by life’s smoke and burning fire,
we’re left to feel the heat of nature’s wrath.
Burning bushes alone in a field so green,
raging flames burn beneath the sky of blue,
sadly self centered people can be so mean,
with the hope morning brings we start anew.
The crystal clean waters of the river that flows,
washes away all of yesterdays ill-gotten gains,
leaving the knowledge of the things we know,
life isn’t easy, filled with happiness and pain.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Greatest Gift
The morning light with it’s amber rays,
shining crystal waters so clear and blue,
angelic setting we give thanks and praise,
each days brings hope as we start a new.
Life’s memories hold the love and dreams,
awaking in search of what we do not know,
gaining riches through our earthly schemes,
forward, falling back as the wind will blow.
Endless days striving to discover perfection,
leaves a feeling of helplessness, being alone,
captured by are own acts of pure deception,
bells ring sounding their own special tone.
In search of happiness, lost in utter despair,
trapped in the emptiness of our moral mind,
the spell broken discovering one who cares,
love will break the chains of begotten time.
The secret to living is of yourself you give,
in giving we find the treasure of true love,
our life spans is not too short to really live,
life is the gift given by the heavens above.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Enjoy
Each day of life is a day for truly living,
to be spent enjoying each second of time,
joys and sorrows, love constantly giving,
happiness is no more than a state of mind.
Stones skipping across the waters of a lake,
cause ripples to reach the far distant shore,
essence of life comes from what we make,
enjoy each day before death hits your door.
Memories are created from yesterday’s past,
moments of laughter, to silence ever so sad,
with each day’s passing nothing made to last,
live life happy and try to never ever get mad.
Each new day brings another chance and hope,
but passes so quickly into different tomorrow,
reality mixes fantasy and illusions just to cope,
so we won’t surrender to sadness and sorrow.
The warmth of the sun in the brightness of day,
skies of blue, rolling hills with all the flowers,
cherished miracles will often come you way,
birds of flight, the warmth of April’s showers.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
We’re All So Vain
Shadows dance in the moonlight,
holding the deep secrets of our past,
one’s thoughts and desires of delight,
youthful indiscretions that did not last.
Reflections cast with a silvery glow,
things that once were, now but gone,
lost in the reality of what we know,
dateless times we now forever long.
Memorized by our hopes and dreams,
we planned each day that will come,
vanishing in nights of ageless schemes,
before we know it all is said and done.
The age of sex, drugs, to rock and roll,
create our illusion of an immortal pace,
sadly ends being buried in a dark hole,
gone forever the days of satin and lace.
Time holds the key to all our thoughts,
out of innocence we find our own fame,
while seconds pass never to be bought,
beauty vanishes yet we remain so vain.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2008, All Audiences
We Just Don’t See
A gentle mist filled the morning air,
on a cold gray somber Spring morn,
that went unnoticed, to busy to share,
rags to riches to shoes that are worn.
The visual rapture we often don’t see,
the grass of green to flowers in bloom,
ocean waves to the potency of the sea,
craving wants and desires to our tomb.
Comingling of haves and have nots,
striving for perfection but there is none,
throughout history failing to learn a lot,
sadly lives are over before we’re done.
Crystal clear water cascading the falls,
roaring sounds which seldom are heard,
while people assembly in the empty halls,
paying no attention to the chirping birds.
Society so bold crushing the meek and shy,
in the name of progress we forget to live,
re-inventing ourselves until we finally die,
blinded to nature’s essence that always gives.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2009, All Audiences
We’re All The Same
People think they’re different but they're not,
our wants and desires make us all the same,
the spectrum of intellect doesn’t move a lot,
just creatures of habit always shifting blame.
Being man or woman it really doesn’t matter,
both can be gentle, loving, and forever caring,
or a nerve racking mess so rattled and tattered,
thoughtful, hateful, demanding, or over bearing.
We are what we are; we bleed and sense pain,
laugh when feeling joy, and sad with sorrow,
striving for perfection and materialistic gain,
too often focused on the future of tomorrow.
Sensual creatures filled with lust and desire,
in want of companionship and close friends,
sacrificing our well being, we often conspire,
in a changing world what begins always ends.
Believing in love, honor, loyalty, and trust,
each day we wage war within our own mind,
often we’ll do things, just because we must,
for we’re all the same passing through time.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2008, All Audiences
Without Warning
Caught up in the complexity of just living,
the truth found in the shadows of our fears,
persuaded by desires we take without giving,
only to have reality clash with our dying fears.
Lost in endless moments of forgotten time,
searching for solutions no answers are told,
upon the final hour nothing is yours or mine,
old and fragile from our youth ever so bold.
Memories seem distant as life passes us by,
in the wake of yesterday’s ill gotten schemes,
lingers all the unanswered questions of why,
left without the magic found in one’s dreams.
Consumed in the warm mist of earthly rapture,
wandering without ever really knowing why,
not realizing from this life, death will capture,
until without warning it’s the end of our day.
Flowers bloom with radiant colors ever bright,
quickly losing their luster turning darken grey,
in the end we’ll experience God’s bright light,
heaven we’ll see but will we be able to stay?
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences
Without Control
An existence of wanted dreams,
shattered fragments yet to come,
lost in a world of mortal schemes,
reality and fantasy collide as one.
Believing in what is an illusion,
experiences held from our past,
time of yesterday, lost confusion,
while nothing endures or will last.
Yesterdays turn into tomorrow,
always missing the current day,
essence of truth is only borrowed,
lost in a maze not finding our way.
Dreams distort the passing time,
then fade into simple thoughts,
found in the void of the mind,
unreachable that can’t be bought.
Just a series of uncontrolled events,
where we wander down life’s path,
little we know, less we can prevent,
nature commands the peace or wrath.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2008, All Audiences
Without a Sound
All alone in the pouring rain,
wind howling in the chill air,
cold and wet, feeling the pain,
no one knows or seem to care.
Darkness engulfs the dreary night,
finding shelter where there is none,
lightening strikes are the only light,
hoping to survive when all is done.
Thunder cracks with a fierce boom,
river rising, spilling over it’s banks,
mud oozes creating a natural tomb,
a survival struggle without thanks.
No fire or shelter, nothing we can do,
huddled by a tree with nowhere to go,
dreaming of warmth and sky of blue,
in a crisis, there is so little we know.
Lightening striking across the dark sky,
rain pounding hitting the soaked ground,
praying to God for we do not want to die,
morning sun and silence without a sound.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2008, All Audiences
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