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Sonnets of the heart! by Joel Akin
Over the years I have attempted to write poetry. Though I may never be a Robert Frost or Emily Dickenson still I find there is a part of me that likes to write. My English Professor, Dr. Woods, once said to me that my poetry is actually prose. True poetry is descriptive rather then just a phrasing of emotions. Never the less, it is my hope that some of these words and phrases will capture your heart, your imagination and be a blessing to you. Lets start out with “The Wind Blows”
The Wind Blows
Though the wind blows across the sea only the foaming waves prove its strength to me
but someday I shall find a place I can call my own where my feet are firmly planted with my loved one in my home
The wind will not shake no waves toss me sore the rain will not pelt me I’ll feel pain no more
God will be my comfort His spirit will safely guide and though life’s trials tempt me under his wings I shall hide. |
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In Memory of Freya |
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Joel Akin All rights reserved. This poem is an anagram? The first letter of each line forms a message. Written July 27, 1989 |
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