retiredintheusa Poetry (2)

Upon the canvas white, was given to us this night an offering
called A Starry Night.

His story yet untold his name would be van Gogh .

By a Lane Near Aries covered in Autumn Leaves.
Stood the Farmhouses among the trees.

A Peasant Woman stood in a Field of Wheat while Irises
Bloom about her Feet.

He by himself would never know just how far his fame would grow.

How great was the disaster of this colorful master.
He fought for his death as it could not have came faster.

So great was his strife that late one night he cut off his ear with a razor
knife .

They took him away and in a room he would stay to paint
Starry Night just before the break of daylight.

I'm sure he felt there was nothing left so he took a gun
shot himself.

Now while in his brothers arms he laid never again to
witness the day.

He's now found the peace that he couldn't before and left great works of
art that can't be ignored.

Now and again on a starry night you can look at the heavens and
still see his light.


By
retiredintheusa

There is a rage upon the sea which cast a net to harvest thee.
Brave men stand upon this stage to face the fearful oceans rage.
The wind she blows as if to say this will be my very last day.

We split the action into the waves and pray to God for just one more
day.
Mountainous seas and valley's low we hear a scream as poor Pete
lets go.

While upon this seaman's brow beats the driving rain with all it's fury
and merciless pain. My mind goes back to a spring time day when I
met my true love her name was May. Her smile her laugh her
wonderful way's. Why she chose me I could not say for I am just a
man whos feet are made of clay.


As my mind begins to reel I hear the Captains voice so sad
and shrill JUST HANG ON HELP WILL COME AND IT WON'T BE
LONG! We look around he to is gone.

Pray for me May my one true love as I'm praying to the father above
Take care of our child sweet little Dove don't let her forget my
undying love .

Now as the sea rolls by and I think I'm through there's nothing left
better to do so I fight all day and into the night until there's nothing left
to stave the fight .

While upon the shore my love stands alone a child in her arms with a
look of stone .
When upon the horizon what does she see a beat up old raft a dog
and me .

As I sit upon the shore to rage against the sea no more .
I think again of may my sweet May who's undying love saved me that
stormy day.

By
retiredintheusa