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Ashley Tennyson Lowery
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The Master's Hand Has Crafted
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
I have seen in early morning
virgin dew upon blade of grass.
Liquid vapor transforming,
clinging, as rain to window glass.
I have also seen in evening
glorious sunset sinking sublime.
Sunburst colours beyond description,
stolen moments captured in time.
I have witnessed then the beauty
of opposite ends of day.
The master's hand has crafted,
perfection, what words cannot portray.
Death
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
A cold rain falls upon the ground,
death in the gray day all around.
Muffled in mist of somber clouds,
its' cloak of darkness ever shrouds.
Obscured is the peace found within,
all that is and has ever been.
Each drop in melancholy sound,
the unspoken word of death found.
Under cover of leaden skies,
it waits patiently life's demise.
Bringing closure and setting free,
all that was and will ever be.
Wisdom
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
I am the sequoia, standing still,
the universe from which galaxies spill...
I am sun, moon, the glitter of stars,
the spoken word of dictators and czars...
I am breath from beginning of time,
a man growing old reflecting in rhyme...
A Penny For Your Thoughts
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
I found it in a field, freshly ploughed that day,
mixed in with soil, crusted copper amongst clay.
At first I thought it an old piece of metal,
discarded in the dirt, left there to settle;
in my father's garden where once cabin stood,
sheltered by forest of green and yellow wood.
I scratched from the surface crumbling dirt and grime,
discovered coin, pitted by erosion and time.
An old penny from the year seventeen ninety eight,
who had it belonged to, what became their fate?
Had they mourned its' loss, searched for it in vain,
contemplating its' cost in labour and in pain?
I placed it in my pocket pondering this,
a copper penny which today we'd dismiss
as an old tarnished, scrap piece of metal,
discarded and tossed aside, left there to settle.
My Parent's Legacy
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
As time marches onward
relentless in its' endeavor
I see in their faces
the wisdom of longevity
As it turns into
days, months, years
I see reflected in me
the history of their being
I need not ask for more
A Parent's Pain
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
When we gaze upon a child
and see the innocence revealed;
We witness the birth of life
and the miracle God intended.
We see laughter in each smile,
not the sickness that's concealed.
Remember, in these times of strife
God's love is ever extended.
Sometimes life throws us a curve,
it reveals our worst fears.
We see the flaws of this world,
the true meaning of pain.
We must take control and serve,
even as we shed our tears.
For God brought unto us a pearl
and a pearl they shall remain.
An Hour Is But An Hour
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
A flower is but a flower,
it cares not the hour.
Man is but a man,
he knows an hour's span.
Unlike the tranquil flower
that graces garden's bower;
Man doth never savour
all an hour's flavour.
A Rose In Winter
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
In the middle of
an over-warm December
a single yellow rose blooms
from withered leaf and thorn
It's beauty radiates from petals
brushed with heaven's gold
And I am reminded of a star
guiding three wisemen
to a savior born
Insomnia
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
It's three a.m. I lie awake staring out my
window. Hundreds of fireflies illuminate the
sapphire darkness of night. Tiny blinking
beacons, they guide my thoughts outward,
away from the turbulence of sleeplessness. I
marvel at God's ingenuity and picture Edison,
inspired by nature, inventing the first
practical lightbulb. Having not the inner
workings of genuis, I drift off to sleep.
Humility
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
The fury in the wind
did mix with sea and blend,
and gray became the sky
in leaden hue, and I,
I stood upon the shore
and watched the ocean pour.
And naught could question I,
sanctities wanton cry.
Man
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Man is but dirt of earth,
a mere mold of clay.
Measured in girth and height,
a sculpture per se.
Defined by his being
and past memory,
He knows not his purpose,
yet what'er it be;
As God is his likeness,
puts his faith in he.
Dust
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
The powderpost beetles
leave traces
of their borings
under the rocking chair
on this old porch.
Its' cracked and chipping paint
faded like distant memories.
The creaking of its' rockers
long ago silenced
with the death
of its' occupants.
Fathers, sons, mothers, daughters
all gone,
returned to dust
like the powdered wood
that remains.
Insanity
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
To be a poet and not feel,
what ones' heart has to offer.
To see beyond what is real,
the blood stained golden coffer.
To hear the maddening din,
the endless peal of brass bell.
Inner demons from within,
the red pincer claws of hell.
The Flower
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Love is like a flower,
it will grow and live.
Beauty to the beholder,
its' offering to give.
As it grows older,
therein the problem lies.
Its' beauty doth fade,
it withers and dies.
Arlington: A Monument To Heroes
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Beneath yon green and grassy field,
whence ghosts of heroes past doth shield;
Lie noble relics of flesh and bone,
to each bequeathed a marble stone.
Over same illustrious field,
hence ghosts of heroes past doth yield;
A testament to freedoms known,
our nation's history etched in stone.
The Waterfall
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Falling from distant height,
smokey mists of white.
Witness to all that's been,
knowledge of mankind's sin.
Glistening waters hum,
noble thou hath become.
Falling all these years,
shedding the world's tears.
Faces
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
I see their faces
Hidden in cloud embraces
They look down at me
Lines and shapes in traces
So many faces
Wandering lonely spaces
I envy them
I see their faces
The Story Of Life
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
The story of life is brief,
like that of a shooting star.
Brilliance flames as autumn leaf
on tree before winter's char.
Fading into the distance,
it burns itself to dust.
Extinguished from existence,
its brevity unjust.
Such is life...
Life's One Sure Treasure
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
If in the bleakest hour,
when skies grow dark and life dreary,
the heart heavy, and the soul weary.
If I can make the day shine brighter,
and in turn deem life's burden lighter.
Then God grant me the power.
If in all that while,
some word of mine can dispell the sorrow,
and bring forth hope for each tomorrow.
Then I will know by some small measure,
my faith in God, life's one sure treasure.
Only then can I smile.
Broken Arrow
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
In the gray dawn
surrounded by prairie grass
a lone buffalo
A symbol of heritage
it sheds a tear
not for the dead
but the living
Autumn Leaves
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Swirling leaves outside my window fall,
spiraling downward in endless sprawl.
A requiem from summer's passion,
the red and gold of autumn fashion.
A quilt to cover earth's bed is laid,
as beautiful as any the hand has made.
It blankets the dying in repose,
as it has come, it also goes.
For like the dead, leaves mold and rust,
until at last they turn to dust.
Winds Of Winter
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
The sadness passes slowly,
end of year draws nigh.
There are days I feel lowly,
I think of you and cry.
The winds of winter grow colder,
southward the birds fly.
The ashes of sorrow smoulder,
beneath the ground you lie.
Though I feel resentment,
and oft I question why.
I hear your sigh of contentment
in those winds passing by.
Once again you are beside me,
I hear your beckoning cry.
Whispering ever softly,
waiting for my reply.
But only for a moment,
till the winds of winter die.
Then in silent torment
I remember where you lie.
Marriage
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Man is a thorn and woman a rose,
one will prick and the other pose.
Perhaps that's why I suppose,
they intertwine till flower shows...
Then thorn gives way to rose.
Moon Shadow
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
The way the moon
shone down upon sea
illuminating dune
cast its spell on me
Has changed my tune
and given me glee.
Speak Now While I'm Here
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
What good is the rope if it be not flung,
till the swimmer's grasp to the rock hath clung?
What purpose hath life if one fails to see,
the path thy savior hath chosen for thee?
What worth is eulogy's uttered breath,
when spoken upon ears hushed in death?
If thou hath but one word of cheer,
speak it now while I'm alive to hear.
Dilemna
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
When at last heaven bound,
what reward shall be found;
Will thee know thy brother,
or even any other?
If such a place does exist,
will one be able to assist;
Or bound in eternity,
watch thee below in misery?
Perhaps I shall refrain,
and anonymous remain;
A kindred soul in spiritual bliss,
this flesh of earth I shall not miss.
Riches Untold
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
I once met a great man,
who always said I can.
He gave of his time and money,
his disposition always sunny.
Loved by many, respected by all,
no request too big or too small.
He gave of himself to the very end,
until he had nothing left to lend.
He departed this world as he came,
devoid of wealth, rich in name.
Always a giver, never a taker,
rewarded at last by his maker.
His place in heaven reserved,
with the riches he so deserved.
Sands Of Time
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
There lived a man, alone by the sea,
contemplating life and its mystery.
He thought of the past and the present too,
yet it was the future he wished he new.
He picked up some sand, threw it to the wind,
watched it float away, then slowly descend.
Could this be life, he sat and he thought,
to drift aimlessly, in the end for naught?
Like grains of sand pouring down in time,
trapped in the hour glass, mimicking the mime.
No one can hear him, he peers through the glass,
waiting to be turned over, the sands of time pass.
In The Cool Autumn Morning
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
In the cool autumn morning,
when leaves did softly fall;
I heard the geese fly over,
the beckon in their call.
And in the day's dawning,
my mind begin to roll;
Back to fields of clover,
where as a child I'd stroll.
To a clear summer's morning,
through woods of green I'd roam;
Seizing the moments forming,
till mother called me home.
And as my mind did wander,
I longed for those days known;
All that time to squander,
oh my how it had flown.
The geese calls grow dimmer,
quiet now fills the room;
Heaven's light does glimmer,
a brightness in the gloom.
And in the darkness looming,
twas angels I heard call;
In the cool autumn morning,
when leaves did softly fall.
The Change Of Seasons
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
The budding leaf of spring,
nature's return to gold.
Then summer's vibrant fling,
when green turns decisively bold.
From autumn's palette doth cling,
colours no canvas can hold.
Till at last winter doth bring,
an end to green that was gold.
A Test Of Faith
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Malicious death of unknown origin,
the devastating wound of the future.
A world waiting for the end to begin,
a tattered faith its only suture.
Held together by the common thread,
a faith in God its one salvation.
To overcome the enemies silent tread,
and again claim glory for this nation.
Reflections
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Looking in the mirror,
who is it I see?
Is it just a reflection,
or in reality me?
Looking in the mirror,
looking back at me,
An image, a recollection,
of who I was meant to be.
Rejection
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
You stepped on my heart
with black stiletto heels;
Piercing it with hurt,
now the blood of love spills.
You cut it to ribbons,
tied it neatly in a bow;
Trying hard to conceal,
as if I wouldn't know.
Though I died a thousand deaths,
the blood of love congeals;
Leaving me with one regret,
you'll never know how it feels.
Death Comes To All
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
To all death shall come,
breaking chains that bind,
freeing thought of mind;
Yielding refuge from greed,
leaving none in need.
It gives wings to some,
and others shoulders bare
it brings despair.
Desire
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Beget from this earth,
passion and fire.
To have lived our lives,
the end desire.
It's easy to take,
harder to give.
Anyone can die,
but can they live?
Epitaph For Shakespear
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
I have known death
and death has known me.
I have felt its grasp
and held its grip,
shed its teardrops
and watched its tears drip.
There is no greater epitome
of sorrow's sadness
from which I sip.
Postpartum Depression (A Twist Of Fate)
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Tis a cruel twist of fate
when in love a child is born.
What once was love becomes hate
when fruit of union she doth scorn.
Black
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Black is the color when hearts have turned,
when promises broken, lover's spurned.
Black is the color when life is burned,
when love is given and none returned.
Winter Of Discontent
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
As the cold, blue skies of December
give way to January's leaden hue,
I leave behind my winter of discontent
to begin the year anew.
And though winter be far from over,
let not its grip misconstrue;
The passage of yesterday's old
into tomorrow's new.
And if I live but another day
and from this world depart;
At least it can be said of I,
he saw the new year start.
And put behind transgessions past
and from them did part.
Melting the ice of discontent
from within this dreary heart.
Christmas Past
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
What's become of Christmas of yore,
when life was simple and less was more?
When a sock, as a stocking, was all we could spare,
and we were grateful when we got clothes to wear.
When a simple, wooden, handmade toy
brightened the eyes of a child with joy.
What ever happened to Christmas spirit?
I long to embrace and be near it.
When we treated our fellow man as a brother,
and gave due respect to our father and mother.
When the family gathered for the Christmas meal,
and there were no lies or resentment to conceal.
Peace on earth, good will to men,
the cry of mankind, where has it been?
Has Christmas past become but a memory?
Perhaps it just needs a renewed delivery.
God And Man
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
God is the wind,
unseen, but heard.
Man, trees that bend
unto his word.
Trial Lawyers
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Conjuring coporate waylay,
their new creed to live by.
Contemplating the next payday,
more that an eye for an eye.
Manipulating legal jargon,
exhorting the jurors whim.
Cash settlement, let's bargain,
it's too bad we can't shoot em.
Urbania
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
A dewdrop falls,
daybreak looms.
The songbird calls,
morning blooms.
The death-worm scrawls
beneath earth's tomb
on decaying walls
this message of doom.
Urbania sprawls,
inside her womb
grow concrete galls
and poisonous fume.
Acid rain falls,
the songbird exhumes.
The death-worm crawls
and consumes.
If We Could See, If We Could Know
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
If we could roll the clouds away
and see what lies beyond today.
Would we attempt to make wrong right,
or in any way change our plight?
If we could know beyond this day
what God and future hold in sway.
Over present griefs would we fret,
knowing great joys are waiting yet?
If we could see, if we could know,
but God in love a veil doth throw.
We can not see what lies before,
and so we cling to him the more.
The Fate Of War Played On Man
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Two men in battle met one day,
one in blue, the other in gray.
Each in his own beliefs sought
to right the wrong the other thought.
So they stood on blood-stained field,
each in pride refusing to yield.
And as blood, red, round them ran,
the fate of war played on man.
As was habit amongst young sons,
both were quick to fire their guns.
Two bullets straight as arrow flew,
found their marks, through and through.
Two brothers in arms died that day,
one in blue, the other in gray.
The Stone
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
There lies a stone in a field,
a stately old oak its shield.
I used to go there unknown
to sit and ponder and hone,
the what and why and reason.
As I grew, so did the stone,
though not in stature or build,
for these a stone cannot yield.
No, twas wise in years it grew,
in blotchy, lichenose hue.
Tis been many a season
last I sat upon its throne...
Wisdom is not mine alone.
Robert Blake (A Limerick)
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
There was a man named Blake,
an alibi he tried to fake.
As a rascal he was spunky,
now sits in a cage like a monkey,
for the murder of a flake.
George W. Bush
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
There was a president named Bush,
with a moral agenda to push.
The bleeding heart liberals tried
all his policies to override,
but in the end had to kiss his tush.
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An Elegy For Seven
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
With vision and courage,
they carried the torch, whose gleam
glowed brighter in the hearts
of those who dared to dream...
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An Elegy For Seven
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
With vision and courage,
they carried the torch whose gleam
burned brightest in the hearts
of those who dared to dream.
They flew beyond the realm
in the depths of darknest night,
seven souls, seven flames
extinquished of their light.
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The Symbol Of France
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
There was a frenchman named Chirac,
the staunch defender of Iraq.
When it came to the coalition's stance,
he balked and dropped his pants.
Now he's left holding his cock.
Delusions Of Grandeur
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
He sees life in yon field,
the life that green doth gild.
He sees hope in yon field,
the hope that dreams doth build.
He see life and hope
in his field of dope.
Eternal Life
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
My birth is merely the setting
for greater things to come.
My death but a forgetting
of all my earthly sum.
I am but a visitor here
that cometh from afar.
My home's a home not of sphere,
nor that of yonder star...
My home's eternity.
Epigram For Mankind
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
I've learned of man and his inventions,
the greatest invention is man.
Bethlehem 12-25-03
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
The walls are somber, cold and bleak,
the voices of Christianity ring hollow.
The people-they no longer weep,
hatred is not such a bitter pill to swallow.
The Race Card
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
Through the gears of evolution mesh,
a melting pot of human flesh.
Each in itself a part of the whole,
when stripped of the flesh... a soul.
And still racial prejudice lingers,
someone's always pointing fingers.
Michael's Three Ring Circus
by
Ashley Tennyson Lowery
There was a pop star named Michael,
his image he needed to recycle.
As an accused child molester,
he choose the role of court jester.
Now all he needs is a unicycle.
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