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An Autobiographical Poem

 

 

The Footsteps of a Giant

 

I was awaiting sleep,

The sooner the sleep the sooner the dawn will greet,

There was much to look forward to every day,

New things to imagine and  new games to play.

 

Get comfortable I say,

Roll one way then another,

Never on my back,

Left side,

Right side,

Stop.

What is that?

 

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

 

A throb filling my right ear,

So loud,

So strange I am filled with fear.

On the left side I roll,

Now it's gone,

My eyelids droop,

Nothing to it.

Just wait for the dawn.

 

Almost asleep,

I still roll now and then,

Belly,

Right side,

There it is again!

 

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

 

I'm wide awake now,

And that way I will remain,

Unless I can find some way to explain.

The imagination runs wild,

Thus is the way of a child.

 

To make the bothersome fear flee,

I synthesize an easy simile,

The thumps are like the footsteps of a giant

As he tends the garden by his castle in the clouds,

 

With that matter settled,

I feel safe and snug in my little bed,

No need to worry,

It's just the giant in my head.

 

                                                    

                                                      By: EJ Norris

 

 

 

 

                                                          



                                                                  Psalmist

                              A shepherd boy in a dark filled field,
                                             With light that only a fire doth yield,
                                             His friend the staff against one shoulder,
                                             He pulls his cloak tight,
                                             The night feels colder and colder.

                                             While his sheep rest
                                              He keeps watch through the night,
                                              Gazing upward to stars silvery and bright,

                                              To him it is simple,
                                               Faith in someone unseen,
                                               It is not superstition,
                                               Proven theory,
                                              Manipulation,
                                              Or some dream,
                                              Rather it is what he knows in his heart,
                                              Deep down we all know the source of the
                                              Universe art.

                                              He ponders with great pleasure
                                              The artists fine skill,
                                              He whispers a prayer,
                                              And his life is so filled. 

                                              This is no magic pill for what ails of aches,
                                              Nor a ticket to make you powerful and great.
                                               In the world today,
                                              Where time needs to catch up,
                                               In this world so locked in temporary pleasures,
                                              Faith is never enough.

                                              Think not only of today,
                                              Think of what selfish tomorrows will bring,
                                             Remember the psalmist and the song he doth sing.
                             

                                                                                             Written by: EJ Norris

A Living Poem

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Getting it off my chest

                                                          

                                                          Out of this World
                                       
                                        I'm in it yet I'm out of it,
                                                           My body is in but my heart is not,
                                                           At times its like a cage,
                                                           This world fallen away,
                                                           This world who has forgotten,
                                                           And in its arrogance
                                                           Does not care to remember,
                                                           All these things are bars,
                                                           A torment for every now and then,
                                                           I'm sure we're all ready to admit it,
                                                           This world is not perfect.

                                                           But why?
                                                           Why, so many people wonder,
                                                           What tore its beauty asunder?
                                                           Many a philosopher has tried,
                                                           Exploring the question's every avenue
                                                           Narrow and wide. 
                                                           But it all boils down to drivel,
                                                           Arguments that wither and shrivel,

                                                           I cover my ears,
                                                           Deafened by the tormenting buzzing,
                                                           They glower down on little me,
                                                           Apart from what they see,
                                                           Being out of this world,
                                                           The answer is so simple to me,
                                                           How to be complete,
                                                           Strong,
                                                           And free.

                                                           One word,
                                                           One name,
                                                           One way,
                                                           Something we all need to consider today,
                                                           God.


                                                                                         E.J. Norris

Be above it all.

                                                       

                                                                       Dispelled     
                                                            
                                                                 Without the lashing rain,
                                                                 Roaring thunder,
                                                                 Lightning flashing,
                                                                 We'd never know a rainbow,
                               
                                                                 Without anything to worry us,
                                                                 We'd never know peace,
                                                                 Without the gift of pain,
                                                                 We'd never know relief,

                                                                  God above let's us have our storms
                                                                 But only to show us we can rise above it,
                                                                 We can ride our rainbows,
                                                                 Ride up to his hands in glory,
                                                                 Be held in his love,
                                                                 High above,
                                                                 High above,
                                                                 High above,
                                                                 Where all is dispelled.
 
                                                                                            E.J. Norris