Poetry

A few poems I've written over the years, whatever I could manage to find. I've written more and most have been lost in the tides of time.

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Young, fabulous and broke.
Old, lonely and inconsequential.
Death, no less commemorated,
but left a foot note to history.

In between,
Monkeys in a morose life,
pushing buttons for someone else,
to take a little home to buy bread,
or pile materials before death.

But jaunt your father's burial grounds,
know you shall return to that mound.
No greater spur to a fuller life spent,
are these numbered days to your definite end.

-Ronnie

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Daylight In Valory Square

2003

Sunbeams of gloom are caught by light As shadows stretch across the square, Hues of orange filter through from the sun As the evening rays paint the air.

Streaks of sunlight melt to the view, Through the snow-white clouds, for another day, The sun rises again, and the birds sing, The dawn speaks of a new, And the day begins anew.

The rays that dance their way until They make their way across the square, They make their way across the round dark rest, And the night that was once there.

The dawn chases with their melting dance, As the sun rises and the shadows flee, As the morning paints the square, The nightingale smiles a mesmerizing song.

The day hums along, open daffodils, dance along The sun hums along, the birds sing, the day hums along, The day hums along, the day hums along.

The one finally approaches Valory Square, Brightening the streets, and the colors of the Mayors As the sun rises and the day begins anew, Sending down flying out in hues.

In the heart of the square, the day begins, After the shadows, silence of the hollowed As the day hums along, the day hums along.

But then arrives in 'til the sun They have arrived, the day hums along Valory square.

That's right, humanity can't just sit and stare For it's once again, daylight in Valory square.

- Ronald George (Grade 12, 2003)