Original Poetry By H.R. Beebe

Stars they shine on high
As darkness moves on by
The sadness lost to the night
With the moon shine waning
It’s influence, not sure it’s end
nigh
The spectacle shattered at daybreak
Hidden by the light
What shows there, lost in the clouds
An intruder, breeching the heavenly
rounds
Seen, yet forbidden, like a love never
fulfilled
The truth, evident as the lie is apparent
As dusk decends, the daystar prepares
to depart
Yet, two show, where a lone beacon once
existed
Leaving the Questions unasked..
And, the Answers
Hidden.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

As a child I saw it
A phantom, not known
I was blind to intent
It was there just the same
Waiting..Watching
Leading me
Forward to a future
Not my choice
Not my design
I moved through
The decades
What I thought was
Random was
By Design
Of who, or what
Not revealed
A power lead me
To them, the ones
Who see.. we gathered
With a sudden realization
We saw the possibilities
And those who were blind
The future uncertain
We watched as the present
Unfold
A change at a time

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Toward the hole
A darkness without time
Forever falling
Lost in a horizon
We fall
Toward darkness
Lost in the horizon
A horror not
Experienced
Not known
Lost in the horizon
Forever
Falling…

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

We stood united
A group unto itself
A place created far
From what is, a truth
We represented the
Coming, A hope of
Understanding
But, even as we stood
United
We began to unravel
Lose cohesiveness
One move away from
Betrayed or Betrayer
To be left bloodied
And hurting in their
Wake
Trust, lost
In a few days time
Our cohesiveness
Broken
Our futures cast
In dark relief
Lost in our own
Affect
To move forward
We were held in trial
To find the changes
Make the difference
Evident
As the Wave began
We waited…
For the..
Changes

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Lost..cycling
Unknown changes appear
A quantum trigger
Lead to the stars
As wandering visions
Filled our eyes, our sky’s
The cloud bulwark
Did not cover the truth
Free orbiting strangers
Appeared, to be hidden by
A glaring lie, manufactured
To cover the mystery
As the once stalwart guardian
of northern sky left his post
The truth was made plain
And, that which was
Is no
More.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Crossed that
Place where
I never wanted
To tread
Alone
When you pulled
Your trigger
Did you consider
How your actions
Would effect
Future fate
Now there’s a
Hole, an empty
Place where you
Used to be..
And, Silence
Where a voice
Used to echo
In my space
Nothing remains
Except memories
Of a person I
Never knew
At All.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Wandering the barren scape
A storm is coming,
A memory, is all that will remain
A single thought, nothing more

In the end, had it mattered at all?
Or, was it a waste?
Was I real at all, or just a shadow on the wall
Leaving, nothing but regret?

A thousand sunrises, did I see them?
Or was it only darkness?
Did I reach out, try to make a difference?
Or , sit and watch it pass by
in a kaleidoscope of wonder and misery?

I walked the dusty path, lighting each lamp in turn
Yet, the darkness remained
No matter where I turned it was there
My protagonist, the darkness itself
To silence my effort, to hide the oil…

A uttered word, lost to the wind
In turn, each light obscured
Where were the answers
That haunted this troubled soul
Elusive, as reality, changing

The answers sought, friends lost
Always, just out of reach
I saw the truth , and yet it stayed
hidden, even in the light of day
It remained a mystery

Stopping just a moment
To scan the horizon
Trying to find my barrenings
I lit a single candle, to push back
the mounting darkness,

Just then, I saw it in the distance
The answer, I had fought for
Struggled for, longed for
A Resolution…
And.. then
The candle went out.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

The wind and the sky choose their own course
As does the woman whose heart, soul cry out for freedom
Love her, let her follow her way
Shout from the roof top your
caring.. and give her the chance
to care about you
As the sun sets, dusk darkens the land
if you treat that woman as she needs
she will be there when the sun rises
If not , then she was never yours at all.
A wild heart, is the hardest to love, and will not be tamed.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Lost..in the simplicity of
my own wandering thoughts
I failed to notice the truth
right before me
The fact that what we desire
might not be ours at all
The rain fell on my jumbled
hair.. my shirt drenched
I kept walking
A puddle splashed dirty
water on me
All that was before me was
wet pavement, and fog
I had hoped love was a
gift .. I would recieve
Yet, as the clouds gathered
All I got was wet feet..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

I feel
The pain
The misery
I know the truth
Even when they lie
I get a headache in the mall
When I meet you, I know who you are
Emotions are a constant awareness
Even when I try to block it out
I hear them.. sense them there
In the end, I can’t deny what
I feel

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe