Shirley Yvonne McCoy

 

Date of Birth: June 4th 1949

Occupation: Self-employed in home services

Marital status: Married in 1969

Education: High school graduation 1966

Interrests: Writing, music, christian ministry

Published writing: None

Personal statement: I was born and grew up in Vancouver British Columbia, Canada, after high school graduation I graduated from airline careers training in Kansas City, Mo. USA, came back to Vancouver where I married and had three great sons. I was born again in 1977 which totally changed my life and moved me out of depression to helping others. I have been writing poetry since I was ten years old and find it a necessary means of sorting through the emotions that accompany our lives on this earth.

 

Two

 

There are two sides to every story

Two sides to every hurt,

Two sides to every point that's made

And each side has it's worth.

The things you said were valid,

And need to be addressed;

Please see my side has merit too,

I'm making this request.

There are two people now, whose hearts ache,

Two people denying tears,

Two hearts that long to love again

And overcome all fears.

There are two souls that look to Jesus,

Two souls receive His grace,

Two souls that join in hope again

Reconciled in His secret place.

 

Care More

 

When you hurt, you feel

so little,

but even in the middle

of this mess, I can confess

I care more about

the pain you feel

than what's so real

to me;

I know I'll be O.K.

'cause Jesus always makes

a way for me,

I can forget, and put aside

my deep regret, the tears

I've cried,

'cause right now, I care more

about this man I'm praying for

and I have believed, right from the start,

that he cares more

for me

than for his aching heart.

 

Downcast

 

I stare into the candle flame

I find no consolation there,

I miss you so, I want you near...

Mute with disappointment,

in spite of good intentions

one tear slips silently

as if embarassed by

its own appearance,

and leaves just a trace,

it's legacy upon my cheek;

it's seal upon my

downcast face.

And so, I open wide

the arms of my heart, to weariness,

embrace the hope of sleep;

time has become my enemy

that I must somehow overcome...

For now, to rest...

until my heart can apprehend

by hope renewed,

love's soft embrace

again.

 

You

 

If rainbows had an earthly form

If beauty fell like dew,

And gathered in one treasury,

It's name would be called...you.

If song that fills the heart, so sweet;

That flows like liquid joy

Would touch the fires of my love,

It's fervent heat employ,

Each note, in dazzling crystal-form

Once heard, would shine anew,

And, one by one, when all were done,

Their beauty would be...you.

If love that lifts me through the night

On rapturous wings of peace

Could to my longing hand be known,

It's velvet heart release;

'T would wrap me in it's sensuous folds

And thrill me through and through-

Oh, such exquisite luxury

It only could be...you.

Shirley McCoy

 

The Magic Carpet

 

Softly, softly,

I reach for you now,

Across the distance I draw near...

My heart's desire and tender vow

Transports me- I am present here.

Your tender heart

It's burdens now release

Though wordless, with the one close at your side,

No distance now between my love and me,

Conveyed upon love's magic carpet ride.

Softly, softly,

I hold your head against my breast

With overwhelming love for all you are.

Upon love's magic carpet ride, our rest

Denies the fact we really are apart

Shirley McCoy

 

The Balcony of Our Desire

 

In the anticipation of our

mutual destination,

The cool night air, like fingers, beckon

onto the balcony,

in the shadowy secret of the night.

The spontaneous suggestion

unexpected and exciting,

transcending now, with every sense aroused,

every passion now flash-igniting.

Now thrust, and held,

beneath the cloudburst's overflow,

fat, chill water-droplets splat

upon my breast,

refract the light like broken glass

and disappear beneath

the magic of your hand,

like a spell cast,

replaces trickling waters' tease

with passion-sparked desire released.

Night's cool breath now lightly lifts

long hair, spun cobweb-like

into deep kisses,

combusting, mounting hot breath's ascent

like passion's pyre,

now wild, now free,

unrestrained,

upon the balcony of our desire.

Shirley McCoy

 

There With You

 

Don't you know that

when you call me late at night,

when you have turned off all the lights

that I am there with you?

When I hear the

softness in your voice,

my heart can make no other choice

but to be there with you.

Please be aware of me

I'm waiting at your side,

Oh, please, take care of me,

My love won't be denied...

When you slip

finally, 'neath your sheets,

with one deep sigh, embracing sleep,

then I am there with you,

Oh, can't you feel my cheek now pressed

upon the soft curls of your chest?

for I am there with you.

And let your final thought

As sleep enraptures you

With deepest peace, be brought-

That I am there with you...

And let your fondest dreams

Fulfil you through and through,

And with the dawn, be seen

That I'm still there with you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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