Poetry Gallery
- Ode to a Dog
- The Widowers Journey
- The Lambs of War
- On a Desolate Island Shore
- The Tragedy of a Broken Mind
- The Tyrant
- America
- The Final Curtain
- Enchanting Works of Mortar and Stone
- When Lady Liberty Spoke
- The Angry Man
- The Village
- The Journey Home
- Silver Years
- Defining a King
- Midsummer Days
- The Journey
- The Hare and the Snare
- A White Raven
- Vision in the Mist
- Behold Eden
- Autumn Trees
- The Old Stone Inn
- Memories Linger in the Rising Mist
- The Price
- The Last Stand
- War
- Ode To A Lighthouse
Author Archives: David Williams
Behold Eden
Behold Eden, the emerald gem poured in the hands of Adam;The beauty unspoiled; the pearl of God’s perfect creation.Behold now the cancer of man; a tear shed by the Ancient of Days.How deeply your Creator is grieved and forever … Continue reading
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Autumn Trees
A summer sun sets the end of September,on days most people will never remember.An old man broken and bent,kneels and ponders what his life has meant. His cane helps him rise on crippled limbs,as the setting sun begins to … Continue reading
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The Old Stone Inn
The brewer stokes a coal fire on a cold and wet winter day.Where better to gather and solve the world’s woes,than that old stone inn by the bay? A foreigner in circumstance, yet this place says “welcome home”.We were … Continue reading
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Memories Linger in the Rising Mist
At the edge of a quiet village layan old stone church left to decay.No stained glass or pews left to remindof Sabbath hymns and prayers divine. Memories linger in the rising mist… A lonely oak reaches out to the skythrough … Continue reading
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The Price
An old soldier called discouragement on this final battle went. Knowing he would not return his cold blue eyes showed no concern. Too many wars, fields of red, stained in the blood of brothers dead. What is the price of … Continue reading
The Last Stand
On this journey I’ve feared my brother’s wrath.I’ve earned it; a son of deceit, a son of scorn. Has the almighty favored this wayward child?Will my brother slay me in this eastern wild?I pray for my brother’s mercy.I pray … Continue reading
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War
From armchairs in the shade of day old warriors pine their youth But young men bear the toil and fear of defending hope and truth. When foolish leaders go to war on issues not so clear, It’s those so young … Continue reading
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Ode To A Lighthouse
On northern shores on blackest nightsIn ages long since pastThere were sentinels watching, with their lightsWaiting, warning standing fast Many sailors gave their livesIn their folly not to heedThere were widows made from loving wivesCharts of shoals they … Continue reading
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