~~*~~My Poetry & Art~~*~~

This page is dedicated to all those who love poetry,and the beauty that can be found in every living thing,and in just living; Some will be my poetry some will be others that I enjoy so much I want to pass them on for you to enjoy;..so Enjoy!

Send me your comments,suggestions,(but no critisisms;my poetry may not be good but dont tell me it isn't.I dont want to know.tee-hee) The 'art' part may be anything..stay tuned to find out;

" The pendulum of life, swings from side to side~~~Routine motion, endless in time~~~ Shifting the tide from extreme to extreme~~~making us puppets, who act in mime."

Wynell Tate Davis-- 2/16/1983

"WHO AM I?"

"Who am I?",I asked myself, confused beyond reasoning or sence;" I thought I knew..I know I did !" I scream in my defence.

I worked too long to lay my plan,and then to plan my scheme, of how and when, of what I needed to forefill my every dream:

I scraficed,worked and cried, untill all did finally fit..I never stopped, I diden't stop,untill I finished it;

The day of rewards drew near,which was my justly due, for the plans and dreams of life supreme that I had built with you;

But the best laid plans of every man,has a hitch or few;....The day dawned dismal,the plans were grim, because they were laid for two;

Now you're gone;...

Alone..I find myself to be,as never before I've been: With plans and dreams of life and goals, suddenly at an end;

My 'todays' are mixed with 'yesterdays'they are of use no more; My 'tomorrows' are so far away because life has 'closed the door':

Confusion fog's the life at hand,as sorrow cripples me; I search in vain for the familiar self, the one I use to be:

But she is gone without a trace,and left here in her stead,a 'child' so ignorant of this new life, scared,and filled with dread;

Inside me lies a ghost that haunts, as I scream for the chance to be, a babe of sorts that begs inside, from the old 'world' to set me free;

I want to be! Whom ever that is..I want my chance to strive! This is my life, it belongs to me, and I am glad to be alive!

Wynell Tate Davis-1982;

WALK WITH ME

Take my hand and walk with me through the paths that life extends;The narrow lanes,the flowery paths,and the bumpy roads that twist and bends;

Walk with me and share my life; my joys,my fears and woes.For by sharing these, the good and bad, the stronger our love will grow.

It isen't just the sunshine that makes a stately tree,it takes the rain,the storms and winds,to balance it naturally.

It is the trials that we endure,and mistakes made that strengthens, or tears asunder; But once gone through,the skies turn blue,making life and love a wonder;

So take my hand and hold it tight,through these 'life-storms' we are to weather; Love will remain, and continue to grow..as long as we are together.

~~ Wynell Tate Davis-9/24/1983~~

COUNTING BLESSINGS

Let me count my blessings; Let me find some good and beauty in all that I behold. Let me have the joy,my will to employ,to find refreshment in the new, and excitement in the old. Let me seek the good, and over look the bad; Let me be content with my lot, never mind what I have not; Just let me stop and count my blessings, and be glad;

While wishing for the moon, Let me bask in its light,feeling joy in its magic, never thinking it tragic,that my wish has got lost in the night; Help me to see my fellowman,and always praise him for his good; His own faults he does know,it doesn't help to make them show... He will feel better just knowing he's understood;

When life goes against me, and ruins all the plans I have made,dont let me sit and cry,my own faults to deny; But let me take this 'lemon' life has served me, and make 'lemonade'; So just let me learn to count my blessings, see the sunshine, not just the rain; But enjoy both in measure,taking all in as pleasure, finding much to praise, and little if any to complain;

~~ Wynell Tate Davis-11/6/1983 ~~

GUILTY HEART

Oh Lord, how long must I, within my soul so deep, have a guilty heart that squeezes tight,as eternally I weep?

Will not the stream of guilty tears become arid with time, for long it has been since the hurt of anger was mine?

Must I suffer an eternity for words from a bitter heart,spewed out in a moments weakness, sharpened into darts?

Words that pierced an innocent person, a loved one so dear.Anger bred from weakness,the weakness bred from fear;

Why now so many years later,since the hurt I inflicted then,is still raw and burning deep,beneath my throbbing skin?

A guilty heart, a guilty mind,and yes a soul of guilt; Must I suffer on and on, from those biting words I spelt?

Must I remember until I die,the tears upon their cheeks,The dejected look and down-cast eyes,when anger made me weak?

Could I but turn back time,and live those days once more, I would never utter those scolding words,to those that I adore;

But I can't change what can't be changed, to ease my guilty heart and mind,I can only live each day now with a voice that's sweet and kind;

And hope to God that those I've hurt with words uttered so carelessly, no longer feel the pain felt then,and still suffer as much as me;

~~ Wynell Tate Davis-11/13/1972 ~~