Poetry Poem: The Star 💫

Poem: The Star

Into the Forest a star fell from the night

To find it we ran like the wind through the trees

Branches they grabbed us bramble tore at my sleeves

On the roots we stumbled I tripped and fell

Then lying before us light silvery blue

Your eyes they sparkled then through the dew

You reached out embracing that distant clear light

I caught your glimmer sparkling bright

Then together we gazed into each other’s sight

Yes, it was love that we found on that deep starry night.

Which came with a flash

Sent from heaven above

To wrap us in magic to give us the love.

Liam 2019

Poetry Poem: The Seed

Poem: The Seed

“Once in a golden hour

I cast to earth a seed.

And up there grew a flower

That others called a weed.”

Alfred Lord Tennyson

That yellow flower they called a weed

Grew from a seed called my need

Which in that hour of golden glow

Was a gift of wisdom, of words we know

Thrown to the earth from my aching heart

Watered by tears I’d had to part

Here grew a thought, a plant so fine

With leaves of silky texture mine

That flower of joy of love of me

Those petals of gold the sun did see

To share to offer and give away

From pain was born this warm new day.

Liam 2019

Poetry Poem: The Power

Poem: The Power of Love

„I shall love thee strong“

Words great masters spoke,

they might be wrong.

Let mine invoke

Tease that hasty hand of time with ALL is smote.

Would the mountain crumble

Oceans heave the sandy break

Sky be torn asunder

Eternal love survived this day.

Still in these quiet moments of reflect,

It’s you who are the apple of my eyes respect.

Life’s moments pass away each day

The power though is here to stay.

Twixt, Eternity & Infinity

Naught but love holds time at bay.

To share with you ,

yet one more happy day.

Liam Eckernforde

Poem Poetry: The Rise

Poem: The Rise

Rise to prosperity it’s in the striving

The effort of getting better Moving beyond the pressure of pain

The unfolding unrolling unraveling and see the new

To grasp the significance in the action of flow

Resume then hold responsible my results

Assume nothing rather read and read again

It’s also learning to leave you take a moment

Beholding that place of the past

Where I all began

It will always remind me of where I was

Of who I’ve become

To where my dreams are strung

Rising anew with the sun.

Liam 2019

Poem Poetry: Suffering

Poem: Suffering

When I see this suffering

In another persons eyes

My tears felt deep they clutch and cut

The membrane of my human size

Make me look into that vacant gaze

The scruffy hair the ragged blanket wrapped to care

The dirt of not one coin to spare

It’s pride less begging gone is hope

It’s a self that fumbling tries to grope

It’s a being no longer looking forward to the day

It’s hopeless despair

Who cares

Look away

Their tears have long since dried

Before the weeping down inside

Turns to cudgel the muddled mind

This child born free, could this tragedy also be a part of me?

Where could they find just one last grain of hope

To plant into a waking day?

Naught but dust

Naught but frighteningly caught in pain

Suffering

Liam March 2019

Poem Poetry: Ancient Africa

Poem: Ancient Africa

The heart of ancient Africa

Where wild the sea does foam

The plains the dust the thorny scrub

My soul it here does roam.

The breakers grind the ragged rocks

The shore line washed in salt

Of mountain far

Of high bright star

Of raging beast

Of insect cheeps

My soul this is its home

The drum of ancient warrior cries

Of spear the shield of hide

Of stamping feet of arms thrown high

It’s war that’s greets the long past eye.

My soul of this has known

The sun of a new day dawning

The moon of the night time done

The future star to hold my heart

The place I’ll never have to part

My soul, too this will grow

Africa is my calling

Africa is my past

Africa is my souls delight

Africa i call till last.

Amandala

Liam Feb 2019

Poetry: My Reflection

Poem: My Reflection

This reflection is it really me?

Yes my nose that crazy hair

It’s in my eyes though

my look of dissociation

I feel the dissatisfaction

the disambiguation is deep.

Am I ever enough?

My belly’s soft a little round

No six pack abs like Arni

No chiseled unique physique

It’s simply unspectacular

Captured in my reflections gaze

A puzzled furrowed brow eyebrow raised

Can I learn to appreciate?

Can I grow to recognize?

I’m lost reflecting thoughts

Not that reflection there, no

Do I dare challenge the stunning

The perfect those magnificent others?

I’ve been taught to adore

To admire everything but me!

I’ve learnt to be insignificant

To tow the line to buy to be beautiful

Is it ever enough?

Am I never enough?

I glance I glare into this void

I grab my stare screaming

“Never, Ever!” will I capitulate to mediocrity again

I’ve been lost

I’ve just found

Me in enough

I’m enough for me

I’m enough to be happy

I’m enough to be true

Im enough to feel uniquely

Meaningfully me.

Liam February 2019

Poem Poetry: The Face

The Face

You awake, in the future that I am about to begin

You have sewn the seeds of my future deeds

Have made the start to heal a heart

Of the life I live within

It’s about that place I mean to go

Can only reach when I grow

Grow beyond my familiarity with me

Discovery

It’s where I’m growing too

It’s how I’m knowing too

It’s another, other side of my face

Where it’s give share love and happiness

You awake in the future I’m about to begin

Take my hands

Pull me up away from the tears the pain the rain

Start the new

Begin the game

Let leave the old

Transform my pain.

Liam February 2019

Poem Poetry: The Prince of Light

Poem: The Prince of Light

Who comes thirsty to the fountain and spring?

The moon & stars reflected therein.

Quenching thirst first on light, on reflection and awe.

The cup flowth over with wisdom with more

Fruits foreign sweet wine to this table tonight.

Who is to marry the prince of light?

To greet dawns wing on a golden flush

To wrap the night in a star filled hush.

To touch me with a spear of fire

Be it true

Be it love

Be it who

Be it you my friend

Dust tired and spent

Who at the end of a journey long

Who sipped the night

Who drank the light

Who sung the song

Of a new life coming

Of a day fresh born

Of a souls awaking

Call out the trumpet

Call out the horn.

It’s the prince of light who wakes the morn.

Liam January 2019