PURPLE DAWN
By Edward Bonner
FEW WILL HEAR HIS WORDS
What thou find in a poor man’s wallet
An amazing talent
To survive
Holding true to God’s word
A secret for this man to cuddle on a doorstep
To wake in the morning
And breathe
Does he wonder about his next meal
Of course not
Food will come to him
At one time this man had a mother and father
Who fed and clothed him
Taught him their ways
To be a good person
And things will come
Every morning he walked to church and said his prayers
Not for himself
But for this world
A world peace
Unknown to billions of people
Only few will hear his words
And they will remember
The name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Amen
LORD’S BUTTERFLY
The earth is calm and cool
Your butterfly wings emerge and silently unfold
A metamorphosis transformation begins
to grasp the world within
They flutter in our moment of time
Flowers of the air, they show their beautiful design
Loving and free to see
You spread the Lord’s beauty for me
WAVES OF MAGIC
I fell in love with a girl
Her name I shall not tell
Everyday I dreamt our hearts would collide
Watching the sun go down in the mid summer’s eve
I see her eyes aching inside
Irresistible waves of magic
Outpouring energy to the sky
Holding me close to her breast
Where our love shall never be denied
BETWEEN ETERNITIES
If I wrote you a letter asking how much I mean to you
Will you answer
For
Our eternal torch is burning
An everlasting love revealed
A relentless yearning
Of few secrets concealed
Yet
Your eyes are hidden by a veil
With a luminous mist
Circling
A prevalent glow of amber
That will always exist
Then
I fall into a trance of your perfumed scent
Between eternities
Filling my heart content
Through my extremities
YOUR RAPTURED WAYS
I am the one that was made of fun
Slow at wits and eaten to bits
The one who would dream of the sun
Where your life would become undone
Then one day you filled my heart with kerosene
Where I learned how people can be mean
Unspeakable regards of a human life
Your raptured ways were a dreadful plight
Don’t ask don’t tell for the pain I endured
In written words they are finally secured
THE SPIRIT WEEPS
Last night I watched myself sleep
Looking out I see
Your judgment is how the spirit weeps
People that fabricate are fools
Who corrupt and break the rules
Where beauty and pleasure seldom fail
Truth and reconciliation will always prevail
About the Author:
Edward Bonner grew up in a small mill town in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania.Hazelwood, Pa. A very rough neighborhood. Raised by his mother and grandparents until he was 13 years old. That’s when his mother remarried. He then moved to a suburb south of Pittsburgh. Growing up, he probably got into trouble like most kids. An avid outdoorsman. 5th degree black belt / 36 years in Shotokan karate. Author of “One Kiss” Just One Kiss. A collection of love poems and more. Author of Through The Eyes Of A Lost Boy. A collection of poetry about “Love, Loss, Trauma, Pain and Healing.” A journey of life through writing.
