Mystic echo soundsHarmonic crescendoFall down hills without bound,And the heart all joys count.Life how beautiful O lo! Sounds and no bound,Not found. Copyright:Welkin
Category Archives: poetry
Win
We may fall at the edge of timeBut life creates untold rhyme,For flower sproutsLife is no Doubt. Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Lost and Found
Again in the moonbeams He was lost___ lost like nothing,And again in the moonlight he was found__Found like nothing.Copyright:Welkin Siskin
Happy New Year
With flowers I bid thee adieuThe year gone by with bittersweet memories,And the year that touched with crescendoAnd the year that let me be Man of valor and man of no straw,And man of manliness, and man of heroic conscience,And the man who the distance saw,Saw, for example, the magic of science. With colors andContinue reading “Happy New Year”
Failure and Triumph
If by virtue of time I drag my feetand so push forward with time,If by virtue of you I rise to shine,If by virtue of you I distract out of way,This is because I’m human. I’m human so do I suffer— everything.I’m human so do I move forward— every time. Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Moment
At the behest of Lord Are the times drifting calmly like a sea-wood; And, therefore, there is a way out from the God.The invisible quests after the visible,The immeasurable seeks for the syllableOf the hymns chanted by the center of feelings,From the morn to the darkening evenings. In this quietude, the night takes forty winksAsContinue reading “Moment”
Snowball
Snowballs and snow flakes over the aisleIn the backyard, lawn and dellSomewhere to make a moment,To view sometimes, somewhere to foment.Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Fatherland
A never, never land And a chest of her valor,The undying spirit of strength A heroic courage of her soul—Where is such a country of peace,Bliss, happiness and elegance; That is the home divested of dark,Immune to ruining ecosystemsAnd evermore kept from being at loss; That is a beauty of an eye,Beauty of mind, ofContinue reading “Fatherland”
Go Until All
Errand across all lanesEven in deep silence Go across all hurdlesWith pure, true souls. For good alone dieDon’t feel shyTo open many doorsIn all errands, all choirs. Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Music
Heaven may sound uglyFor we know not of the otherworldly But music is all that cures heartUntil this beautiful world we depart. Copyright: Welkin Siskin
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