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POEMS BY STEVEN ROBERT HEINE A WEDDING POEM
This day you shall rejoice together, for in your hearts love's spirit flows.
Stand tall and proud and walk together, as through the years your young love grows.
The silver moment, locked in time, when you would somehow meet...
has caused your souls to cry with joy, and raised you to your feet.
Take now the cup of God's provision, and drink richly through eternity.
For in His Plan from time's beginning.... your love was meant to be. © copyright 2002 by Steven Robert Heine. AMERICA In Humbletown a flag still flies. Floating proudly in the breeze.
And down below the farm folk toil in fields that roll like lush green seas.
A builders hammer pounds the air, as a church is raised from virgin wood.
Three children play, not far away in a park built where a shack had stood.
An old man looks out from his porch exclaiming with a heavy sigh:
"America, America long may your proud flag fly." © copyright 2003by Steven Robert Heine HAPPY NEW YEARS In every year if a man is lucky,
he'll meet two or three people who become true friends.
And he'll set new places at his table of feasting
as he celebrates when at last the year ends. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine DREAMER Look far away for a little while, and tell me the dreams that you see. From the fountain of love that flows from your heart, great things will soon come to be. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine. A REQUEST You cannot see the silver seeds, my restless soul hunts after. But hold me now, inspire me with love and pain and laughter. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine. OASIS You were first to fill my glass.
Sparkling love you freely shared.
Thousands passed my wretched way.
But none till you, reached down and cared. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine SUNSHINE
You are in my heart and there to stay. Like the sunshine you warm me, in a special way. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine MARGE There came one cool, crisp Halloween, a princess I had never known. Who led me to a World I had not yet seen, but long had hungered to be shown. Her eyes were like the Autumn moon, her voice like the Autumn air, and I feared my dream would end too soon, as I drew her close and held her there.
Like tiny, precious drops of gold were the moments that we shared. Embraces were exchanged and secrets told, but real love was never dared. For she was destined to become but a memory and I knew I'd soon have to go. So I told her that she'd always be a part of me... and she always will, I know. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine HAPPY NEW YEARS In every year if a man is lucky,
he'll meet two or three people who become true friends.
And he'll set new places at his table of feasting
as he celebrates when at last the year ends. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine MEDAL OF LAUGHTER If I've made you happy then I've won, a victory over sorrow done. If knowing me has made you laugh, then raise a toast in my behalf. Everything that I could do, to make your load lighter for you... I did enthusiastically, that fondly you'd remember me. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine A DEEP LONGING I wish you weren't so far away, so horribly, terribly far. I want very much to share your laughter... but far away... you are! © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine ONCE A RACEHORSE Once a racehorse born in time, to fight against the mocking hordes. Cursed to plow a farmer's field, he rose to meet the race of Lords.
Beside the multitudes he stood, stumbling, shaking at the first. Determined ever in his quest, his legs leaped forth with one great burst!
A thousand knights stood on their toes to watch him duel the pious kings. And then they wrapped him in the joy that victory over hunger brings. © copyright 2003 by Steven Robert Heine LILIES Writing, I think is for younger men. Whose eyes see more hope than mine. Whose pens float freely through the night, like cups overflowing with wine. Writing is for dreamers, whose dreams like roses bloom. Who hold the hearts of the World in their hands as they sit alone in their room. Writing is for less freer men, who have never been chained by defeat. Unscarred by love and courageous by habit, they conquer each hurdle they meet. Writing is for less wise men, who have never known great pain. Believing in beauty as much as themselves, they create again... and again! So the lilies of the field do blossom in the spring. Falling gently to the earth when they've given everything! NEBRASKA POETRY dot COM |
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