Poems about love, nature, emotions, created by a mind that dwells into these very thoughts. And hopes his feelings are conveyed to all who read these writes.....Roland R. Ruiz
Into the darkness of the cold north sky Riding upon the northern winds which cry Here comes Santa in his sleigh with gifts for one and all With Rudolph in the lead high above the flying gulls
He steers this vessel of happiness with tender loving care After all it's a job he does but once a year Well rested he leads the other reindeer To children filled with anticipation and cheer
For St. Nick is the patriot saint for those young at heart He comes to soothe the pains and fears Which at times drives us so far apart He's the consciousness which shows we care
Now this is Christmas, a time to reflect Upon a new dawn we soon to caress We look for forgiveness for us to ingest A place of redemption no thought to regress
It's the children of this world that holds the key of peace For Santa brings more than gifts in the joy of his call To each of you who share this site with me Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, may God be with you all
Fair winds and following seas Guides a forlorn sailor home From surging waves ride lasting deeds Atop the swells which foam
Far and wide we track the world On oceans cold and wild A ship which shimmers like a pearl We pray we'll not defile
In our sail on endless wakes We search to seek our fine A place of peace for our sake Which takes us beyond time?
We hear the calmness between the bells That rings so loud and clear Releasing us from this magical spell From the winds their comes a cheer
Approaching the narrows of St. John's Bay We survived the price of another voyage To rest, we pray, towards heaven we say Thank you Lord, for giving us courage
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz November 27, 2009
Author's Note: During the years 1952-1953 my late Father was stationed at Pepperrell AFB, St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada I've never forgotten the Narrows of St. John's Bay
Inside the window of time Within the words we know as rhyme Lies a love so well defined It comes in dreams like mystical chimes
To make us dance sometimes pine Of what was forbidden in what we sought It's not often one will shine In the sculptured words we thought were lost
Writing to convey secrets within our hearts To others who share these thoughts At times we hit a nerve with what we impart Impressions can be like grains of salt
Sometimes taken most often mislaid But we as poets prod on it's our nature Not worrying if our stanzas will fade In a poetic sense our words becomes the feature