Woman – A Love Poem For Her

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Woman – A Love Poem For Her

You are like the waves lapping against the shore –
Repetitive, seductive, intoxicating, cleansing
Like holy water that wrings out the darkness.

I sit unceasingly upon the sands of time
Waiting for the rise of your tide,
To feel your waters once more by my side.
Staring off into the drab, gray horizon,
I admire flocks of sea gulls.
Only for a moment, but never long enough
To loose sight of your ebb and flow.

Woman is an ocean –
An endless vessel of mystery.
Who knows the measure of your depths?
Who can see the floor of your soul?
We all float in safety as sailors in the bosom of your rest.

Your ripples are enough to rouse suspicion,
To know that beneath your surface currents rage.
But we all long to dive within your waters
And be nestled within the confines of your embrace.

Your seas are salty,
Yet our tongues still thirst for more.
A water that never satisfies,
But opens the flood gates of passion’s door.

You are like the waves lapping against the shore –
A sweeping hand seducing, gesturing
Us to step away from the safety of land.
Woman, you are the demise and prize
Of the heart of each and every man.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


 

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Like the Summer Wind – A Poem

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Like the Summer Wind – A Poem

I yearn for you like the summer wind –
vast, cool, refreshing upon my cheek;
a shelter to soothe beneath the furnace of life’s heat.

Your character radiates and pierces
through the layers of lust surrounding my heart,
pushing foolish desires aside; shredding selfishness apart.

Your faith is a fortress –
a castle that contains a bounty of beauty;
an unfamiliar treasure invigorating. intriguing me.

Respect reflects from your resolve like an echo –
a lovely sonata to my ears,
finding all the melodies attractive that you hold dear.

Purity has never been pursued by me,
but you make it as arousing as naked flesh.
seductively strutting your sexuality within a soul of righteousness.

Romance flares up; sensuality beckons me
to brush your lips, to feel your kiss.
and have my hands caress and rub out all your loneliness.

You’ve got me on the hunt,
pursuing an prize I’ve never seen –
my bow is strung, my arrow nocked, and aimed for the heart of a queen.

I long for you like stars in a void of black –
hopeful, resilient, a lamplight to guide the way,
and your flames lick at my heart, burning to speak your name.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


 

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Everyday Miracles – A Poem About Finding God in Ordinary Things

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Everyday Miracles – A Poem About Finding God in Ordinary Things

The clamor of your wisdom claps
like a thousand hands in unison throughout the forest,
calling from every treetop,
and whispering within every breath the north wind blows.
Your wisdom can be found in the simplicity of a dew drop
and within the caw of a congregation of crows.

You are an invisible hand, always laboring,
opening and closing doors as you see fit –
not always on my time frame,
not always giving me access to the rooms I wish,
but often times I find ignorance is bliss.
For the paths I most yearn to walk down
you wall off, knowing they lead to my demise.

You are the wise King,
always leading, but serving unceasingly.
With each new day you bring,
I am astonished at your beauty –
as long as I make the time to open my eyes,
as long as my awareness is focused on you
and turned away from the desires of my mind.

Your miracles come in small packages,
constantly sent, but rarely opened.
I look for you in grandiose experiences,
but you keep gently tugging at my sleeve,
urging me to put on my leather gloves
and dig for you in the dirt of the garden.

If I’m not careful,
I can become oblivious to the everyday mystery –
the beauty of a daffodil,
the way sunlight rests upon my windowsill,
the spirit that speaks when my mind gets still,
and the non-coincidental meetings of strangers,
sharing the exact conversations I need to hear.

Open my eyes when they are blind to your majesty,
so that I may witness your glory
in every root, rock, river, and ravine.
May I read the love letters you’ve written
upon every stump I pass in the forest,
every deer that crosses my path,
and every squirrel that leaps from limb to limb.
May I marvel at your everyday miracles
and find your fingerprints upon every piece of evidence
in this case called life.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


 

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I Want To Walk With You – A Poem

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I Want To Walk With You – A Poem

I want to walk with you
Out through the cornfields
Where the dried up stalks
And brittle husks flutter in the cool wind.
I want to take your hand
And venture down the rows
The combines have cut,
Corn kernels crunching beneath our feet,
And make our way to where field and forest meet,
Where street cars are silent
And the noise of the city is muted to our ears.
I want to walk with you through the fears
Where dreams dance with possibility,
Where it’s safe to embrace vulnerability.
I want to watch the geese take flight
As we drive flocks away with our laughter
And listen as the blue jay squawks his warning call.
I want to look into your eyes
And tell you all my heart longs to speak –
To lay my trust down at your feet
And watch you pick it up,
Carefully tucking it away in your arms.
I want to walk with you
Out past the cornfields
Where fall’s mist washes away doubt and apprehension.
I want to walk with you forever,
Wherever this crazy, winding road goes.
Because you and the beautiful mess that’s you,
Is the only place that’s ever felt like home.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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Feathers On the Feeder – A Poem About Birds

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Feathers On the Feeder – A Poem About Birds

Carefree and playful like a child,
Your wings flutter in the autumn breeze.
You crack open your seeds with supreme diligence,
Wrapped up in the gift of the present moment.
If only I could be more like you –
Unaware of the future,
Unaltered by anxieties and fears
That exist only in my mind…
But you inspire me, my little black-capped wonder,
To live one moment at a time.

-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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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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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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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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