Herman Sequira Poems

The old man now nigh eighty years
Reflects upon his past,
His wrinkled eyes reflect his fears
He has not long to last.
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The cliffs to her were beckoning;
In fear did she approach the edge.
On that sad day of reckoning
She stood, unsteady, on that ledge.
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Oh, ecstasy! What hast thou done?
Thy pleasure stripped me bare;
My beauty's gone, thou leaveth me
With serpents for my hair.
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There is a river dark and still,
Behind a house, atop a hill.
There in it's depths my lover lies
And nightly I can hear her cries.
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I sit beneath the apple tree
Where shady bliss relaxes me
And heavy-eyed, in reverie,
I wait for my true love.
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This quiet place reveals His grace.
I meditate and pray;
For here I find true peace of mind
By night or light of day.
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The doomed soul is so lonely that he is anxious even for the company of the ferryman (Charon) who will take him across the river Styx, into Hades. (Greek Mythology) At least he will have the company of other doomed souls.
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The glory of a newborn day, now lost in mists of smog,
And sunsets hide behind a veil of gray, polluted fog.
The moon is but a muted glow and stars no longer shine.
Celestial lights have disappeared, disguising God's design.
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The forest path was growing dim
As dusk's descent came much too fast
And I imagined creatures grim,
But they were merely shadows cast.
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A callow mind would be inclined
To taking reckless leaps;
But safety nets prevent regrets
And lives in broken heaps.
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