Biography of Gerry Legister
I love creative writing. And I write poetry on many different subjects, including War peace, love, happiness, sorrow, anguish, heartache, religion, peace, heaven, family, travel, finance. Wring poetry is a way of expressing my thoughts to touch the lives of people.
Gerry divides his time between his spiritual aspirations in United Kingdom, and nudges the shores of Jamaica in the Caribbean.
Gerry Legister's Works:
The inspiration of poetry
Leaves of England
Best value for vacation
How to handle your finances
- Bitter Rancor -new-
- Time heals bitter scars -new-
- Anxiety -new-
- One more chance to be redeemed -new-
- One Chance in a Lifetime -new-
- Observing the Night -new-
- No one else like you -new-
- Nineteen Thirties -new-
- My heart’s desire
- A New Birth
- More of time
- Making Promise
- Earth is safe retreat
- Love is precious
Gerry Legister Poems
Courage sometimes is the quietest voice That roars loudest from within, Making faith a distinctive choice And compelling motivation to try again.
Spring is here Again
Spring is here again taking a shower in the trees Bathing the wind that brings again spring cleaning, Wash the newly formed lawns and greener leaves, Of April; wet days soak deeper in sprinkling spring.
Love is precious
Perfect love cast out fear, Love is in the eyes of a dear friend, Love is found transformed in the air, True love has no boundaries to end.
Dancing with the stars
Airy tune plays the starry notes we adore Wind generate the breathe of vibrancy found, A beat tapping polite crescendo upon the floor, Judges joined in the finale of encore sound.
Ashes in the wind
The wound will leave your heart Lost in the shadows again, Ashes in the wind; tearing it apart Death comes with so much pain.
In heaven with you
I’m in heaven with you, Spirited away on a burning sphere, Inside of me are the new Imprints of this adventure.
The Rose in the churchyard
Did you see the Roses that grew and made changes to the church yard? Inside the providence of Gods law they painted the imprints of his word.
You make me feel special
Under Your spell make me feel special, Share my doubts, remove all my fears When you smile I fall under your spell, You wipe away so many of my tears.
When Love Is Not Enough
When in this land you have given your all, And not think twice when someone needs forgiven, Love can cover the hurt every time you fall, But bruises will be hidden beneath the vale of sin.
You may dismiss me during the fast Moving performances taking place, Pay more attention to costume and cast A spell over those sitting in the audience.
In sickness and in health
As the malignity of poor health increases My forehead adds more concern creases. To already vast amassing lines on my face, Hanging bags start to form in most places.
A Jamaican woman
I see a Jamaican woman, dancing to reggae music, She is looking more attractive, Taken by different shapes of the body,
When we see summer changes The clothes we wear quickly disappear, And the next season rearranges Clouds more fastidious in the atmosphere.
Sonnet about tap dancing
An airy tune play flavors we adore Generate the breathe of vibrant sound, Tap politely crescendo shoes on the floor Dance stance move lightly off the ground.
A Sonnet of Solace
The loss of memory is forgotten in the wind
The moment we die before our breathe falter,
We are a fading Spectator struggling to the end,
And life flushes out the things we cannot alter.
Stand to surrender and wave the battered flag,
On chosen fields of love serenade career misery,
Some battles we win, but in others wearily drag,
Our soul from the ground to win unlikely victory.
Taste the peace in whose arms we are thrown,