The Sheppard
The lamb of God has wings of wool.
The path of sheep he leads is full.
The black sheep wanders off meadows to sands.
The sheppard has lost him, he looks as he stands.
Soon the night follows, the sun sets below,
with a blue and white sky of clouds in a row.
Wooly and curly the clouds seem to sing.
To guide the black sheep home and give him his wings.
This poem inspired by Psalm 23
This poem copyright Jennifer Arbour 1992.
You see the sky?
You see the sky?
The sky is in love with you.
You see the shore.
There are hundreds and many more.
Open your eyes and see the object,
That you feel rhymes colourfully to the beat of your heart.
It doesn't really matter when you start.
Because the sky and the sea are art.
Although they are both blue,
Through and through,
Violet is also a medium for the two.
Art proves that it can all come true.
This poem copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
A Cat Named Zen
Real World,
Real Life,
Real Person,
Real Day,
Real Night.
Love,
Hate,
Space,
Darkness,
Scared from the beginning to no end.
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Arbour.
Thorns of a Rose
Thords of a rose
From life I think I will hide.
For somethings have been neglected,
The trees and plants outside.
From fallen green to earth that is flat,
Crying doves and birds will pass.
With punctured hearts and leave a past,
That could have been happy, green and last.
Copyright 1988 Jennifer Arbour
Looking out the Window
When I gaze at stars,
I like connecting dots,
Like constellations.
I try to make my own constellation,
Like the ones on my left side,
This is my connection to the Heavens.
I guess I have my own fate.
It is in the stars.
And it is in my two feet on the ground.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
Me and Peter
Peter wanted to climb a mountain that was metaphorically me.
I am at the top, because I wanted to make sure he would follow me.
The view here is beautiful.
We are together.
He sees my view.
He loves my view.
We love each other too.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
Spring is almost Summer
I hear the leaves,
That sound they make,
When summer is coming near.
Those green leaves,
Love the wind,
Blowing them freely and light.
They hold on tight.
It is what a coming season is all about,
I wander all about, watching, feeling, seeing, smelling it,
Year and year again.
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Arbour.
Storm
The stormy sky blows all about,
The silver lightning echos bright.
The clouds have moods,
That blow with might.
I wish I could be cleansed by this rainy night,
Lightning so much brighter than the day,
Water landing harder than I pray.
I dare not point a finger to the sky,
Higher than the mountains,
As wet as I.
No shelter is there for kilometers around.
This is the storm's passing sight and sound!
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Arbour.
The Solar System
The solar system exists, which my third eye can see.
Mars is the farthest from the other three.
Of course there are others,
Some of fire, Some of ice.
I go no farther than Mars, an orange world, an orange sky.
If humans walk there in one hundred years,
I would hope that, first, they would build a colony on the moon.
Because I would prefer a view of the earth, outerspace and it's stars.
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I thought my mind was in the clouds,
My mind a cloud for all it was worth,
No content, a mist.
Then I realised,
My mind was high,
Looking over everything,
With a high point of view,
I was seeing it all,
Watching, and wondering at everything.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
My Vineyard
My vineyard, so much care so much work in my vineyard.
My wine was judged good by the Gods,
And then my grapes were being picked,
By some man who knew what was mine with time.
He picked every grape off the vines.
Stealing this vineyard of mine.
Thinking it would free them to another place.
Thinking he owned them as far as outer space.
Not one grape left behind,
To think my wine was so divine.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
Stars
Stars are a puzzle,
That are put together,
Piece by piece in peace.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour and Peter Timusk 2000.
These poems copyright to Jennifer Arbour @1987-2000 under Canadian
and International Law.
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