The following are poems and stuff I wrote a while ago hope every one likes them. -Wayne
Every thing I put in here is written by me.
Dark, light all of this is in my sight
Never more do I wish to see
A sea of white surrounding me
And yet as summer moves along
A little whit would not be wrong
A cooler summer
A warmer winter
Let spring and fall be
Is that two much to ask?
Maybe, probably
It's not really summer or winter
It's the heat or lack thierof
And yet if I had my wish
Would I be happy?
No something else would likey come along
I walk alone often unseen and unsure
The birds chirps
The winds blow
The leaves and grass sway
Chipmuncks search for food
While keeping a vigalent eye out
For thing that might cause it harm.
At the slightest noise it turns it's head
Ready to flee at the slightest noise or movement if
unsure.
The flowers stretch out to the sun feeding on it's
rays.
The river flows gently or swiftly along it's way.
Yet surrounded by all this life and beauty
I still often feel alone.
No trace
By wayne Everett Foster
Here I am can't you see me?
Here I am can't you here my voice?
Here I am right in front of you.
I'm waving my hand in your face.
I'm screaming in your ear.But you show no trace of notice
Why don't you see me?
Why don't you hear me calling?
Calling out to you.
It's like I'm no where.
It's like I'm no one.
I have no voice.
At least none that you can hear.
I have no form.
At least none that you can see.
It's like I don't exist at all.
I'm the man in the mirror.
I'm the poor guy on the street.
I'm the client in a nersing home.
I'm the man in a hospital.
The lady in a ward.
A kid calling for help.
But few ears hear.
Why don't you see me?
No trace. No trace. No trace. No trace
No trace. No trace. No trace. No trace
No trace. No trace. No trace of me at all.
No reflection in the mirror.
At least none that many seem to see.
I'm alone maybe afraid.
I'm lonely maybe in need.
Someone talk to me.
Someone notice.
I'm here but you don't listen
Please someone just listen for a while.
I'm here but do you care?
I'm here. Unseen?
Please see that I am here
I'm here. Unwanetd?
If it was you that was not seen
When you deperately needed to be.
How would you feel?
The following isn't finished yet I think
It's hard to live this way.
This pain I have won't go away.
As it travels from head to to,
It holds me struggling in it's sway.
So I Live from day to day.
Peace
By Wayne Everett Foster
It's quite here and calm
The wind blows keeping a hot day cool
People from all over maine have gathered to have fun
The crickets chirp thier nightly songs
And flags deslayed proudly wave through day and night.
Even with music played loudly so many can dance and
sing
A plane goes by overhead
There is no phone or none I have seen
The fresh breeze enters my lungs and takes away some
of my pain.
Joy will fill my heart if this trip comes again.
Little stress clouds my mind and I can think more
clear then I sometimes seem to do.
Still I wouldn't want to live here all my life so once
a year will do.
The peace may not be total in this life I guess it
never will but here I sit quite not really alone nor
crowded eathier but a plesent mix of both.
Rejevinated and revived in a way.
I wish every day I could feel this way
It's morning
The peacefull feeling may be mostly gone with the
winterish chill of morning yet I haven't fully
forgotten and I'll hold it inside for a time, for a
while, and when I get burddened with the stress and
frustration that life sometimes gives me I hope to
recall that peace, that joy, that relaxed happyness
and smile for after all life doesn't always give you
lemons I just seem to notice it more.
Sometimes you get vinnella ice cream with chocolate
sauce over a brownie and smores by a campfire
I had an idea for a Poem / Song
It has no music for I don't know how to write any.
I don't know if it is any good so I post it And ask for opinions
It's called:
Dragon
By Wayne Everett Foster
His gruesome teeth
His mighty roar
His wing's that allow him to soar Through the sky
So very high
Around the trees
With the greatest of ease
Oh help me please
Not to drive him mad
For him you must no peeve
For he will breath fire apon you
And that is very true
Dragon I don't whant to go near you
Becouse I fear you
Oh so very much
Above the mountains you fly
No one knows the reason why
Or what's you destenation
When you're filled with frustration
Or you just get the sensation
You can go with the flow and fly
Through the sky
So very high
My oh my
Or even explain why
You don even have to try very hard to let go
Of the world below
Oh to be you for an hour
And to have your every power
If Only for a day
I just have to say
That it would turn blue
For me the skies that were gray
Fall
By Wayne Foster
The leaves are falling on the ground
Scarcely making any sound
Autumn is here at last
Painting a picture of the past
Orange, red, and yellow
Makes me feel kind of mellow
Snow
By Wayne Foster
The snow is falling on the ground
Barely making any sound
None that human ears can here
Leaving me with a sense of fear
Shut off from my family
And friends near and far away
Continuing on throughout the night
Covering the ground in a sea of white
When will spring come again
When will winter?s own joy end
When will the grass turn green again
Or will this winter never end
Will winter's breath just fade away
Will the sun smile down upon us all
And take away winter?s chill
Will every speck melt
From every peak of every hill
Will birds sing their lovely song
Announcing spring is here
And flowers grow, leaves come out
And acorns appear for squirrels
And chipmunks far and near
Though groundhog says
'We have to wait'
We know springs around the bend
And that winter's at it's end.
Here is something I wrote called Change:
It's not nessacaraly change that desides weather we live or die. It's how we change. It is said that a civilization must change to servive. In fact all life not just civiazation. If we change the wrong way all may die. It may sound crule but ir's a fact. (As far as I know.)
The following isn't finished yet I think
It's hard to live this way.
This pain I have won't go away.
As it travels from head to to,
It holds me struggling in it's sway.
So I Live from day to day.
Spring Time
(Unfinished)
The sun shines all over the ground.
The wind blows through the trees.
It's spring time.
The snow is gone,
The flowers sprout,
here, there and all about.
It's spring time.
It's spring time.
The Rivers flows along.
Each little bird sings part of the song.
It's spring time.
It's spring time.
The bees buzz as they go from flower to flower.
Doing what god intended them to do,
The Lord is my Shepard
By Wayne Everett Foster
The lord is my shepard
I shall not want
I need not be alone. I need not be afraid
For he is with me
Even if I feel alone. Even if I feel afraid
He still is always there
Watching over me always
What need I he can't give me?
What goal he can't overcome
He's always there perhaps behind me
Whispering to me 'I love you!' Maybe from right next to me
I doubt this not, why should I
After all he's done
He sent his son down
And knew what would be done
Through his son jesus,
'We shall overcome'
May we always give with a thankfull heart
May we know we're always loved
Give thanks to the lord and his son up high above
Give thanks and remember you're never alone
Every thing I put in here is written by me.
Dark, light all of this is in my sight
Never more do I wish to see
A sea of white surrounding me
And yet as summer moves along
A little whit would not be wrong
A cooler summer
A warmer winter
Let spring and fall be
Is that two much to ask?
Maybe, probably
It's not really summer or winter
It's the heat or lack thierof
And yet if I had my wish
Would I be happy?
No something else would likey come along
I walk alone often unseen and unsure
The birds chirps
The winds blow
The leaves and grass sway
Chipmuncks search for food
While keeping a vigalent eye out
For thing that might cause it harm.
At the slightest noise it turns it's head
Ready to flee at the slightest noise or movement if
unsure.
The flowers stretch out to the sun feeding on it's
rays.
The river flows gently or swiftly along it's way.
Yet surrounded by all this life and beauty
I still often feel alone.
No trace
By wayne Everett Foster
Here I am can't you see me?
Here I am can't you here my voice?
Here I am right in front of you.
I'm waving my hand in your face.
I'm screaming in your ear.But you show no trace of notice
Why don't you see me?
Why don't you hear me calling?
Calling out to you.
It's like I'm no where.
It's like I'm no one.
I have no voice.
At least none that you can hear.
I have no form.
At least none that you can see.
It's like I don't exist at all.
I'm the man in the mirror.
I'm the poor guy on the street.
I'm the client in a nersing home.
I'm the man in a hospital.
The lady in a ward.
A kid calling for help.
But few ears hear.
Why don't you see me?
No trace. No trace. No trace. No trace
No trace. No trace. No trace. No trace
No trace. No trace. No trace of me at all.
No reflection in the mirror.
At least none that many seem to see.
I'm alone maybe afraid.
I'm lonely maybe in need.
Someone talk to me.
Someone notice.
I'm here but you don't listen
Please someone just listen for a while.
I'm here but do you care?
I'm here. Unseen?
Please see that I am here
I'm here. Unwanetd?
If it was you that was not seen
When you deperately needed to be.
How would you feel?
The following isn't finished yet I think
It's hard to live this way.
This pain I have won't go away.
As it travels from head to to,
It holds me struggling in it's sway.
So I Live from day to day.
Peace
By Wayne Everett Foster
It's quite here and calm
The wind blows keeping a hot day cool
People from all over maine have gathered to have fun
The crickets chirp thier nightly songs
And flags deslayed proudly wave through day and night.
Even with music played loudly so many can dance and
sing
A plane goes by overhead
There is no phone or none I have seen
The fresh breeze enters my lungs and takes away some
of my pain.
Joy will fill my heart if this trip comes again.
Little stress clouds my mind and I can think more
clear then I sometimes seem to do.
Still I wouldn't want to live here all my life so once
a year will do.
The peace may not be total in this life I guess it
never will but here I sit quite not really alone nor
crowded eathier but a plesent mix of both.
Rejevinated and revived in a way.
I wish every day I could feel this way
It's morning
The peacefull feeling may be mostly gone with the
winterish chill of morning yet I haven't fully
forgotten and I'll hold it inside for a time, for a
while, and when I get burddened with the stress and
frustration that life sometimes gives me I hope to
recall that peace, that joy, that relaxed happyness
and smile for after all life doesn't always give you
lemons I just seem to notice it more.
Sometimes you get vinnella ice cream with chocolate
sauce over a brownie and smores by a campfire
I had an idea for a Poem / Song
It has no music for I don't know how to write any.
I don't know if it is any good so I post it And ask for opinions
It's called:
Dragon
By Wayne Everett Foster
His gruesome teeth
His mighty roar
His wing's that allow him to soar Through the sky
So very high
Around the trees
With the greatest of ease
Oh help me please
Not to drive him mad
For him you must no peeve
For he will breath fire apon you
And that is very true
Dragon I don't whant to go near you
Becouse I fear you
Oh so very much
Above the mountains you fly
No one knows the reason why
Or what's you destenation
When you're filled with frustration
Or you just get the sensation
You can go with the flow and fly
Through the sky
So very high
My oh my
Or even explain why
You don even have to try very hard to let go
Of the world below
Oh to be you for an hour
And to have your every power
If Only for a day
I just have to say
That it would turn blue
For me the skies that were gray
Fall
By Wayne Foster
The leaves are falling on the ground
Scarcely making any sound
Autumn is here at last
Painting a picture of the past
Orange, red, and yellow
Makes me feel kind of mellow
Snow
By Wayne Foster
The snow is falling on the ground
Barely making any sound
None that human ears can here
Leaving me with a sense of fear
Shut off from my family
And friends near and far away
Continuing on throughout the night
Covering the ground in a sea of white
When will spring come again
When will winter?s own joy end
When will the grass turn green again
Or will this winter never end
Will winter's breath just fade away
Will the sun smile down upon us all
And take away winter?s chill
Will every speck melt
From every peak of every hill
Will birds sing their lovely song
Announcing spring is here
And flowers grow, leaves come out
And acorns appear for squirrels
And chipmunks far and near
Though groundhog says
'We have to wait'
We know springs around the bend
And that winter's at it's end.
Here is something I wrote called Change:
It's not nessacaraly change that desides weather we live or die. It's how we change. It is said that a civilization must change to servive. In fact all life not just civiazation. If we change the wrong way all may die. It may sound crule but ir's a fact. (As far as I know.)
The following isn't finished yet I think
It's hard to live this way.
This pain I have won't go away.
As it travels from head to to,
It holds me struggling in it's sway.
So I Live from day to day.
Spring Time
(Unfinished)
The sun shines all over the ground.
The wind blows through the trees.
It's spring time.
The snow is gone,
The flowers sprout,
here, there and all about.
It's spring time.
It's spring time.
The Rivers flows along.
Each little bird sings part of the song.
It's spring time.
It's spring time.
The bees buzz as they go from flower to flower.
Doing what god intended them to do,
The Lord is my Shepard
By Wayne Everett Foster
The lord is my shepard
I shall not want
I need not be alone. I need not be afraid
For he is with me
Even if I feel alone. Even if I feel afraid
He still is always there
Watching over me always
What need I he can't give me?
What goal he can't overcome
He's always there perhaps behind me
Whispering to me 'I love you!' Maybe from right next to me
I doubt this not, why should I
After all he's done
He sent his son down
And knew what would be done
Through his son jesus,
'We shall overcome'
May we always give with a thankfull heart
May we know we're always loved
Give thanks to the lord and his son up high above
Give thanks and remember you're never alone
