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Various Poems : By Ryan C. Beitler
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Life After death :by Ryan C. Beitler
Pondering In solitude stirring up a spell
a continuous chamber evolving the depths of a well.
Eventually, with time destiny be to die
yet words of a poet burn the rectum of readers' eyes.
Like salt water fizzles into sand only to rest
posses me the cure to speak life after death!
Master Of The Art : by Ryan C. Beitler
Circulation throughout the mind
can form a masterpiece dangerous by design.
To add blood flowing with determination
creates a human being to exceed common thinking.
Push unbelievable thought rotation to sound
setting standards of greatness and high expectations.
Endless drafts of a craft provides the aftermath
sparking intelligence to surpass the mass common.
My freedom of speech leaves an indelible mark
in the history of writing known to mankind!
Remedy Rcb Ldb
Every night I wish from a far
upon a star of where upon you are.
Just a glimpse of an angels face
slow motion like a doves peaceful grace.
Your touch be my crutch
when times grow tough and Grey.
Inside me veins flow your love
gathering me through times of struggle.
Your voice be a stain
like the cold November rain.
Deep inside my brain
a remedy to you being away.
Every memory embraced in my heart
The brute strength sparking a poetic art.
Death
Another friend, I remember,
like spring before depths of December.
All day yesterday it rain
rest in piece the depths you lay.
In the crevices of my heart
shook an earthquake causing a fault.
Death does not pause or halt
nor senses to feel wrong doing or fault.
Skill
I hear the Robin chirp a song
all day long with the stroke of my pen.
The melody behind the deaf
as each sentence come to an end.
Throughout, extend from my heart
every stroke like Picasso's' art.
My mind, sharp as and Eagles eye
with every word positioned on a line.
Sometimes, the rhyme arrive
just in time as I strive for the best!
Everyday I test my skills
observing as my intellect spills.
PAIN!
Pain is not to caress your face,
forgetting the craving of loves real taste.
Everyday my heart is with you, my soul,
the remedy to anything life's future may hold.
Ryan Christopher Beitler LDB*
Falls' Fear
A cool breeze brushes my brown hair,
fanning trees to bleed leaves into the air.
An array of color :fall and winter mix,
wilting pedals leaving naked sticks.
How fair to bare natures cold,
for flowers bare nothing: not even a whole.
Fading away till' next year a whole,
visions of beauty lost to falls frigate cold!
Ryan Christopher Beitler
Poetic Cry!
Bless me father reconstruct my chest,
Provide me the strength to journey this quest
Patching the wounds absorbed and possessed!
Ryan Christopher Beitler
Life after death 2
Death does not sympathize
nor apologize before it arrives.
It spare the eye just a blink
a mind, one thought it gather to think.
The term to me
looses buzz like the bee.
Injecting a sting
before death summons thee.
Therefore, the word,
be a stale thought to me.
I've supported many thought
a poets' indelible mark in history.
Death be in for a surprise
less he forget i breath, alive.
Thou deprive my heart to beat
Elysium hear the words i speak..
Laboratory Of Words
In the crevice's of my intellectual potentiality
be the dialect depicting a poems personality
Inside each beat that pump in my circulatory
be passion of speech, an experimental laboratory!
Grief
Grief seize marching for me
resided an eternity it seemed.
His placing was naked to the eye
till'' tears massed a puddle inside out.
Like dew wiggle a leaf
tears dribble off my cheek
Till' my eyes close to sleep
drained from an arid weeping.
Judgment Day
The sun gradually rise
enlightening all the meadows wide.
An Eagle glide through the sky
visualizing the deepest valleys a wide.
Armageddons horses rumble to thee
lifting off from a field of asphodels.
The golden pointers slow in speed
as the gates of Hell open its realm.
Clutching the reins, at helm,
is Hades, the torched of evil deeds.
He has heard the old sophistries
yet, propelled from Hell with a storm.
Lying on my death bed
the instant my veins pump no more.
He'll thrum upon the door
late, to Gods assumption of my soul.
Life after Death 3
Drench my mind with wisdom
when the time comes, leak my pen.
Spare the knowledge to a poet
before I reach the kingdom of Heaven.
Give diversity to words i speak
with a spark to reach the peak i seek.
Soak my heart eternally in my art
desire in the ink to set the mark..
So when the time arrive
death freeze my poetic soul.
Words of visions I told
are truly eternally observed!
The way
How lonely be the tree
surrounded by acres of green.
Visitors are rarely seen
where the Blue Jay tends to be.
Two Butterflies tango
down a path angled to a stream.
Arrived in Hepridites garden
a vast field of everlasting dreams.
I tried to emulate the seam
yet, it was to small for a human to see.
The journey was without cease
circling, like bees to the sweetest nectar.
Maybe the bumble bee
share the entrance to thee
Perhaps I key the bee
as long it doesn't see me!
Elysium
The Harebell fit her girdle
like a shell shape a turtle.
As the eye of Heaven open wide
illuminating the meadows a wide.
Inside the dim shade
just before the sun rise.
A butterfly stretch the seam
to depths where Elysium be seen.
Just for a second..
I caught a glimpse..
Like an eclipse
that bleed the sky.
Just for a moment..
was visual to the eye!
1600 eyes to satisfy!
Contemplating, hard at work
my mind catch wind of a thought.
Suddenly, a fly whiz by
sitting on thoughts he caught!
Sixteen-Hundred eyes
now depicting my art.
Yet, one simple mind
is surely easier to spark!
DNA of a Poet
Looming for quite some time
a DNA of rhythm my pen leek.
Deep inside the ink that bleed
be glimpses of an able mind, to see!
Perfect Setting
Birds chirp the skies outside
a cool breeze pass the meadows wide.
The sun bribe my neck of warmth
the setting for one to write his worth.
A riddle my mind
A riddle rhyme inside my mind
lingered for a time till my pen unwind.
Picked like pedals
a word at a time.
The ink slowly fizzled
designing a rhyme to design.. .
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A riddle Part 2
A riddle riddled my brain
as i doodled it poured like rain.
Days before, I felt it brew
gathering like dew upon a leaf.
Immortal
Blending, in a populated era
common, like the flower to a bee.
Or a a fish that swim the sea
ordinary, like a breeze through hair.
Can God enshrine in the memory
recall all of us by a certain quality.
Or are we all common to the eye
like clouds that drift by the sky.
Hopefully, cluttered in his brain
he recall his son like a towel do a stain.
Inside my veins flow his breath
he beat the heart that thump my chest.
So it would only be precise
like winter sacrifice natures green.
He see the beauty just before
death freezes mother natures core.
Planted, like a rose before his door
wiltering pedals of my poetic soul.
He can recollect what be
resurrect the pedals of a leaf!
* Copyright RCB*!
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