Stars

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Stars

Tears fall.
Shooting, streaming from the sky.
Stars that used to shine
Are extinguished in seas of pain and die.
Endless black covers heaven’s rooftop
With no signposts or signal fires to light and guide the way.
The moon mourns in solemn tunes,
Refusing to reflect the sun’s rays.
Dreams of desolation
Devour the realms of sleep.
For when love hides in solitude,
The Sandman only has tears to eat
And memories of days when the stars were endless,
Each burning bright clinging with hope to future possibility.
But hope ceases at the examination of reality.
The sand sprinkled from his hands
Is scorched in the fires of despair
And becomes sharp shards of glass
Gouging out eyes, blinding them
And leaving only visions of the past.
For every promise made that’s been broken,
There’s a battered heart that’s left not woken,
Left to wither in a web of unattainable dreams.
Stars stream from the sky and heaven cries
Because love has clipped their wings.

– Poem Written by Justin Farley


 

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Nature’s Spectacle – A Poem About Morning and Dawn

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Nature’s Spectacle – A Poem About Morning and Dawn

Cock crows resounding, penetrating
through dense clouds of moisture.

Silence stirs. Nature’s alarm clock has sounded.
Pellets of dew cover meadows in morning like a soggy wet blanket.

Forests are brimming with life
long before the sun wakes to greet the day.

The creatures of morning need no brewed elixir
to get themselves moving; carpe diem is the driving force of their DNA.

Chirping can be heard throughout the wood
and feathers take flight from twilight roosts.

Deer scatter from their beds of dense undergrowth
and search the farmer’s field for breakfast.

Nature’s spectacle concludes with Aurora’s grand finale.
And I, well I sit back and watch in wide-eyed wonder.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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A Lover’s Journey – A Love Poem

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A Lover’s Journey – A Love Poem

If you offer me your hand,
I will follow you
Forever across fields of heather,
Through the pastures of clover,
And down the valley filled with bramble and thorn.
Adorn your brow with freshly picked flowers, love
And let us frolic beneath the sun,
Entwined like creeping vines and becoming one.

Do I dare tear down these walls of security
And stand bare before you,
My soul naked and vulnerable,
Anxiously awaiting your response?
Do you delight in what dangles before you
Or do you remain unmoved and free from the bonds of desire?
Offer me a place to put my spark of passion, love
And I will build a fire
To burn away the dead, dry timber of yesterdays.

Do not be afraid.
For I am the caretaker of your heart,
The one who nestles it within my breast
And guards it like a treasure.
Never will it break or fall apart.
Your eyes are like jewels that hypnotize and gleam,
Reflecting the inner yearnings of my spirit
And promising new things to come.
I long to take this ride across the countryside with you,
To dance beneath summer sun and full moon,
To get lost among the stalks of corn fields
Until we harvest a fertile crop.
Sow me a seed of passion, beloved
And vow that our love will always be enough.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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Sparrow – A Poem About Nature and God

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Sparrow – A Poem About Nature and God

A house sparrow is busy outside my window
Gathering bits of grass in his beak –
Supplies needed for this year’s nest.
Some biological impulse is pushing him,
Performing actions he doesn’t even understand,
An invisible hand directing his reason.
It doesn’t take microscopes, telescopes, or theories
To explain the universe.
The designer reveals himself in the simplest ways.
But you will remain blind
With open eyes and a closed heart.
Purpose parades in even nature’s smallest towns
And down its cities’ streets.
Some may call it evolution,
But I call it intelligent design.
Either way, there’s one thing we can agree on…
The complexity of life is beautiful.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

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The Writer and the Wild – A Poem About Nature and Writing

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The Writer and the Wild – A Poem About Nature and Writing

White winged wonder wandering,
wobbling west beside water.
Flitting feathers flying –
flocks fleeing for fields of gold.
Sun shinning. Stream shimmering.
Chinook salmon swimming, spawning sacks, spewing semen.
Man musing merrily, mindfully mapping manuscript
In a mad, maniacal manner.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

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Pondering At Sunrise – A Christian Poem On the Beauty of Nature

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Pondering At Sunrise – A Christian Poem on the Beauty of Nature

I look out into the morning sky,
Waiting for the curtain of night to lift,
And the same questions I’ve sought answers
To for ages keep rolling through my head:
Why can’t I accept grace as a gift
And not as a reward to be earned?
Why do these doubts keep nagging at me,
Even when the truth has been revealed?
Why do I have to examine and scrutinize
Every minuscule detail and refuse to believe
Unless I can see and touch you with my eyes and hands?
Why do I continue to play you,
constantly trying to solve your mystery
And needing to know all the answers?
Why do I still not trust you,
Even though you’ve shown me no reason to be alarmed?
And why do I continue to push you away
When my soul longs and years for you love?
My pondering has almost made me miss
The beauty of the sunrise.
I look out in the morning sky,
Admiring the beauty of your creation,
And for a moment, my questions become irrelevant.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

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The Weeping Willow – A Poem About Nature

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The Weeping Willow – A Poem About Nature and Trees

The forests and fields are fading,
Replaced by cookie cutter houses and pleasure centers.
Quick! Get a glimpse of the soil
As it’s tilled one last time,
Before it’s fruit is forever sealed beneath concrete,
Whose paved arms don’t let us sink in,
But stand firm and hard at our feet.
We used to run around barefoot in the summer breeze,
The rich, soft earth padding our steps.
But we’ve cut you off,
And now our royal pavements offer no comfort –
they dash and scrape our souls
As our bare feet walk upon them.

The forests where we once watched birds
And observed animals, mesmerized by their beauty,
Are now parking lots littered with empty paper bags
And shopping carts blowing with the breeze.
We’ve damned up rivers, drained the land,
And raped Mother Nature for every last penny –
Turned the purest Vestal Virgin into a dirty slut.

Where will we take our sons and daughters
To teach them about life?
No, not humanity, but life as a whole.
I know it may come as a shock,
But we’re not the only species on this planet.
What museum could ever compare
To the beauty of nature’s gallery,
Showcasing the work of the greatest artist
The world will ever know,
Whose palette holds new mysteries everyday
And who redefines beauty each and every second,
Whose masterpieces include works such as
“The Sunrise”, “The Sunset”, “The Moon”, and “The Stars”?

We give a damn about our domestic animals,
Who we use as accessories to lives filled with void –
That is as long as we can control them
And they submit to our slavery.
But as Fido gets upgraded outfits,
The rest of his kind are driven deeper
Into seclusion and find themselves without homes.
Yet, we’re quick to scream, “Call animal services”
As soon as they start showing up in our cities
Because they’ve got nowhere else to go.

We’re now finishing up
What we did to Native Americans all those years ago,
Driving out anything that reminds us we’re not in control
And trying to tame the untamable,
Driving beauty out to the Pacific sea,
While we replace it with selfishness and greed.
We designate reservations for nature,
Assign it an acre and boxed in patch of land
And make sure to conform it to our demands.

It’s cool to not eat meat
And believe hunting is for insensitive, feeble minds.
But hunting is a drop of water
Compared to the endless sea of injustice that materialism
Lashes and strikes out against nature everyday.
So if all you’re going to do is complain
About the travesty of eating what was meant to be eaten –
Get out of the way.

Our mountains are crumbling.
Our rivers drying up or polluted with waste.
Forests are growing thinner every year,
And it’s getting harder and harder to not
See our cities out the other side.
And while man sits pondering
His next quantum leap,
The willow sags over her pool of tears,
Hiding her downcast eyes with her branches, and weeps.

 

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


 

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The Beauty of the Divine – A Poem

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Your beauty transcends my understanding.
Every blade of grass is a work of art.
The simplicity of snow falling on a cold, winter morning
Is enough to open and convict my heart.

How is it that my eyes could have been blind
To a vision and a body large enough to hold the stars?
Pride and selfish wisdom left me looking everywhere
Except at you, stumbling around for answers in the dark.

Truth has a funny way of hiding itself
From those without the humility of a pure heart.
One man sees mere canvas and color,
Another, a masterful work of art.

Don’t hide your glorious sunsets from me.
Paint your presence across the night sky.
Give me new glasses so that I may always see
The beauty of the Divine.


 

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A Poem About Sunrise and Morning – Dawn

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Dawn – A Poem About Sunrise and Morning

The fluttering of a thousand wings
flap and fill the sky –
blackbirds and geese fly to unknown destinations.
The cool dew of morning runs
down the grasses’ backs,
gathering upon the soil.
A misty fog hovers beneath the trees
and the sun begins peaking out over the horizon.
Silence still until at all once
trumpets blare from tiny beaks,
announcing the break of day.
There is no greater mystery for those who choose
to open their eyes and ears to it.
No way to gaze upon the transformation
and not be stunned in stupefied wonder.
For He has written the tune
upon each and every heart,
so that all may recognize his glory
when nature’s chord is struck.


 

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SAD – A Poem About Winter and Seasonal Affective Disorder

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SAD – A Poem About Winter and Seasonal Affective Disorder

The wind whips against the shutters.
Brutal blasts of cold swirl in the breeze.
Hope seems tattered and scattered,
lying buried beyond the brink of spring.

As I gaze out from within my frozen fortress,
I square off, locked in a duel with death.
Fighting against the feelings of emptiness
lodged deep within my breast.

Void of a guiding and burning passion –
A fire whose flames lick and warm my heart.
Void of all willpower to take action –
left to remain shivering in the dark.

The lingering darkness leaves me blind –
unable to see beauty from my eyes.
The mundane landscape manages only to supply
drab and dreary images of black and white.

A long and trying winter,
starving and salivating for a feast on light.
Restlessly and ravenously awaiting spring’s dinner,
to sink our teeth back into life.


 

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