5 edition of Beyond the Horizon Poems found in the catalog.
|Statement||Books By Retta Pub Co|
|Publishers||Books By Retta Pub Co|
|LC Classifications||November 2001|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 111 p. :|
|Number of Pages||82|
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The tanned skin on those tiny little arms, Have gone stronger with no muscular charm. Up in the unlaced ankle-part an old woman stands at a helm behind the great tongue curled forward; the thick laces dragging like ships' rope on the ground as the huge thing squeals and grinds forward; children everywhere, they look from the shoelace holes, they crowd about the old woman, even as she pilots this huge shoe over the earth.
many things of transformation in life seem to happen this way only and most of us just talk from our point of view. ' Also this one whose origin is unknown to me: 'We don't inherit the world from our parents, we borrow it from our children.
good thoughtful poem - Very clear descriptions of what the eye sees and the imagination imagines. Now ebbing further down upon the horizon, filling the sky with brilliantly colored oranges, reds, yellows, almost hiding below the mountains, throwing Beyond the Horizon Poems across the desert floor now.
Beyond the Horizon Poems stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. We can apply that to our lives as well. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
The tired eyes scrabble the blue skies, Till the horizon, with no tears left to cry. And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone," there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes! Something I never really thought of -- when it is gone to me doesn't necessarily mean it is truly gone. A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, even as a man sitting to breakfast on his veranda is suddenly engulfed in a great shadow almost the size of the night.
Poem I want to feel Close to existence Outside me, outside cities And suburbs and streets, Outside humanity, Something closer to the movement of the light, The sun moving across the sky, The sight of a view further than what I can see, Something bigger, Something deeper, Something that opens my mind, To see the world, the universe, To see beyond the horizon That keeps Beyond the Horizon Poems tucked away, Where we scurry around, To and fro below, Distant and distracted, Hidden in the narrow, Shadowed by the vast window Above our small scope.
One day I will see you again, just beyond the horizon. Just beyond the horizon, And then, I will reach you, And then, I will be able to hug you again, And then, I will finally be able to breathe again, Just beyond the horizon. Just beyond the horizon I hear you amongst the angels, And I so long to join you, to be merry again, to feel glee, Dear Lord, I am weary, and this day is bleak, and my heart hurts, And it pains me to know that you are there, But I am blocked by the soulless horizon.
They never mentioned that the horizon never ends, It taunts me with its close proximity as I struggle to reach Beyond the Horizon Poems, So close that I could touch it, but so far that my feet ache as I run to meet it, So far that hope wanes from my body to form a burden on my back, So far, the horizon is so far away. What is it that I share With the sky and sun? " And that is dying. The harsh reality seen by little eyes, No, not childhood, but the truth called life. Sun shining as brightly as it can as it slowly descends upon a western horizon in Phoenix, Arizona, its tell-tale rays doing their best to keep earth lit enough to see what we're doing.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her. - This poem was read at a dear friend funeral, the first time I heard it, about a week before she died I wrote the followingHome will Never be in this World, Evermore How can I say goodbye How can I watch from this shore As your ship sails beyond I have trusted in faith As the master of the vessel Has left for safe harbor before But this time I stare from the shore Saddened at the coming of the day My heart torn by the parting I watch as you sail Until the mast is far gone I turn once more to home Weary of the journey Knowing even more The thing I Beyond the Horizon Poems before Home will never be in this world Evermore - a simple but great observation brought to light through a ship leaving the shore and vanishing from an observer's sight only to come into the purview of another at the destination point.
Well penned and well enjoyed.
Now ebbing further down upon the horizon, filling the sky with brilliantly colored oranges, reds, yellows, almost hiding below the mountains, throwing shadows across the desert floor now.
The harsh reality seen by little eyes, No, not childhood, but the truth called life.
As his father said of his two sons, "Paul was born good, but Henry was saved by grace.