Gary Bryson

Where do poems come from?
My young daughter said.
Do they come from a poem tree
That grows in your head?
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A shepherd my Lord will be unto me,
A shepherd when I go astray.
His Word my guide, His Will to see,
I’m a sheep who has lost its way.
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I wish I were a bird on a wire,
As they gather at sunset, the world to inspire.
Huddled on every square inch they can find,
Like clumps of seaweed on a fowled anchor line.
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Pillowy powder
Falls from the sky,
I gaze in wonder,
As the white flakes fly.
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Then the Lord answered Job and said:

Who is this who distorts my words,
And does so with knowledge that’s vain,
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Aweigh now your anchors
Set trim to your sails,
For the voyage of your mind
Will spin wondrous tales.
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Find rest my soul in lyric’s chime,
Refreshed anew by making rhyme.
It’s course my thoughts direct the paths
That make my mind to sing.
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After the war,
and the forest burned down,
Nothing was left,
save the scorched barren ground.
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Surely there’s a righteous man,
Surely there’s a few.
Lord surely some would keep their Faith,
And trust alone in You.
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I Once Was A Warrior
A Sonnet to the Wounded Warriors

I once was a warrior, but now today,
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One voice, one breath against the wind,
Awed by the fragile life within.
T’is humbling who we really are,
Amazed we made it safe this far,
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A young mother waits lonely,
But with war it didn’t start.
It began with a with a duty,
To country and heart.
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There are places that we fear to go,
Our judgment wise from what we know.
The cautions path we tread with care,
Cause there be tigers lurking there.
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Who are you, and who am I
And do we know the reason why.

We board a ship called Foolish Fate
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Such a little thing we call the ant,
It seems he has no word for “can’t”.
They’ll climb up over, around, and through,
It seems there is nothing ants can’t do.
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The majesty of his power,
And his unlimited might,
The wondrous depths of all knowing love,
He sees in the purest of light.
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Oft I wandered in my mind,
Through memories green like summertime.
Traveling forgotten paths of yore,
To places that I’ve been before.
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Too small to be measured,
Yet I carry great weight.
Like the flip of a switch,
I determine your fate.
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Haiku

Thought I’d try Haiku,
I’ve never tried it before.
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I just saw it happen,
in front of my eyes,
A life has now ended,
a horrible demise.
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