What is Love
Is to ask…
What is Oxygen,
You can’t truly live
Without either
To give yourself fully
To another
Heart, Soul
All you Are
All you ever could
be
To pledge your body
To give your life
To be whatever your
Love Wishes
To be Whatever your
Love Dreams
To be fully in the
moment with your Love
No Matter what
This is Love
An Original Poem by H R Beebe
In silent corners of your mind
Lays the fears that haunt you
Control you, use you
You can run, you can hide
But, nothing helps
These demons will continue
To pursue you night and day
When you lie to sleep they
Will be waiting to torture
Your dreams relentlessly
Unless, you find your
True power, your True weapon
That is God, is with you
That God is within you
In the time of most fear
When you feel all is lost
You turn an face it
And find what you were
Most afraid of
Was Yourself.
An Original Poem by H R Beebe
I am separated
I can’t reach it no matter
How hard I try
Those who know it
Cruelly at times
Flaunt my plight
For a time I thought
It was freedom
A banner to fly
Yet, it became a
Burden which weighed
Like chains of my
Own forging, my own
Hand
It alienated, at times
Left me alone
In a prison that
I could not escape
Hidden, was the pain
I could not share
So, I endured it
Quietly
I watched stars pass
By me, the beauty I
Could not partake
Joy, was a stranger
I bore witness
The wonder, beyond
My grasp
Though the full moon
Was A thing to behold
I had to turn my back
As she left her place
To commune with
Another Consort
Leaving the sky
I stood there
Bearing witness to
Her departure
All she left behind
Was
Darkness
An Original Poem by H R Beebe
I once thought I would go
Wherever the spirit took me
I passed waterfalls
Mountains, plains
I saw the oceans and the seas
Yet, I couldn’t find it
I met ambassadors
And Movie Stars
No Matter where I
Went it wasn’t there
I have seen the darkness
I have seen the light
I have faced my greatest fears
I have seen my greatest weakness
Yet, I could find it
I traveled for years
It was still hidden
I asked each person
I met, they didn’t know
Where to look
Then I stopped
And for the first time
I heard the wind blow
Through the trees
In that moment I realized
What I’ve been looking for
Isn’t out there
It has always been right
Here,
With the wind and trees
What I had searched for
Was
Me
An Original Poem by H R Beebe
In azure blues
My dreams appear
Vivid dreams of
Of dresses and
Long hair of
Of beauty and youth
Of life and handsome
Men
A life full of all the
Things a life could
Hope to share
Orgasmic wonder as
Soft skin ..in cool days
Followed by hot nights
Fullfilled, my dreams
Come back to me
As I contemplate
My life, my experience
I remember it
I revel in it
As night falls in
Dark blues..
I think back
Close my eyes
An relive it all
Again
An Original poem inspired by Melissa.
By H.R. Beebe
Moving through the trees..running
With scent of leaves and moss
Grey fur flashes through patches of
Moon light the wolf stalks it’s prey
Above, in the zephr wind sharp eyes
Stare down, soaring on the thermals
never missing a meal
In the clearing where the trees parted
a rabbit stopped to sniff the air
A shadow appears, the rabbit now a
feast the wolf now sated. It’s soul
Fulfilled,the forest was quiet..for now
Moving like a ghost dipping, soaring
then dives, a squirrel runs out on a limb
to slow to avoid the talons
The hawk lands on a high boulder to savor
his meal, and for now the sky is peaceful
Until it is time to hunt once more
And for now all that is moving is the wind
and the trees.
I am the dreamer of dreams
The spark that imagines
A sunrise on a new day
The glimmer of hope when
all seems lost
The secret lover
The shadow that comes to
bed at day’s end
I am the one that knows
your deepest heart
I am the one you can not
forget
I am the dreamer of dreams
An Original Poem by H R Beebe
I am the immortal heart
Though you stab me, I
remain
Through the shadow of
your contempt I am
still whole
You beat me, yet I persist
In ridiculed accusation
I endure
The pain of your blows
can not end me
I will suffer the memory
of a love that was not
Though you have tried
to break me
I am whole
I am the immortal heart
And I
Remain
An Original Poem by H R Beebe
I see the smiles of the past
Shadows that exist there
Youth, in its prime
A life ahead, the future an open
door
I am privy to the stories
To the experience, I wasn’t
A part
Didn’t share the moments
Like scattered sheets of yellowed
paper, I read the story
Share in the intrigue of
The chapters
Got lost in plot line
The devil is details.
Lost in the future
The story already
Told
From Pain to Pain
I face each time as if it
was first
As each person who comes
walks away
Until I stand alone again
Sadly when the sun rises
I stand on the side of the
empty road
Where the wind causes
dust to rise in swirls
No one stays
Each desired something
Whatever it was I
couldn’t give it
Alone
I wonder why?
Why I feel the need
To try..to believe
Each time, it will
End differently
Alone
I wanted
I desired
To believe that
it would be different
Yet, I am left with the
Emptiness at the
End of each
encounter
Alone
Hope which was so
bright just seems
Pointless
Why think that
This time would
change fate
When I just find
Myself standing on
the same empty
road…
Alone
An Original Poem by H R Beebe
