The Finding of the Lost

This was originally a song, but I edited it into a poem.

Renwen


I've been searching in this forsaken desert
Lookin' for water amongst the sands
I've lost my way
Don't know where to go....

How long must it take?
Am I not alone?
Why am I still searching?

I have been found
Love is waiting for me
I just had to let Him in

The Destruction of Sennacherib

This is a poem that is in my World Literature book. For some reason, it's stuck with me, so here it is.

Renwen

The Destruction of Sennacherib
by George Gordon, Lord Byron

I
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

II
Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen;
Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

III
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still!

IV
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

V
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

VI
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

A Mother's Greatest Treasure

I really don't think this needs an explanation at all.

Renwen


Diamonds seem to hang from every window
Jewels encrusting fragile skeletons of yesteryear
Pearls rest gently against a dark blanket

Every child looks out in wonder
Each grabs a boot and runs out to play
Soon, firearms are loaded, locked and ready

Then, all warfare is halted
As the knell of a mother's call is heard
Each soldier moans as the mother assembles the troops

She gives each the other boot
Hands out armour to protect her hardened fighters
Then, she gives a big kiss to each saying,
"Bring me back loot from your conquest!"

Each soldier cheers aloud
Then runs out
Wanting to be the first to show off his new prize

Day goes by,
The weary soldiers return
They peel off their armour
Fight against their boots
Drudge into the mess hall

The mother looks upon her weary soldiers
She clicks her tongue
Then lets out a big smile

She wraps her arms around each child
She tells them that she loves their loot
"What loot did we bring you?" they ask
"Rosy cheeks, sparkled eyes, and a need for hot chocolate" she replies
They look on with question in their eyes
She laughs and says
"These are the greatest treasures of a mother."