Rausha's

Poetry Page

Here you will find my collection of poetry. I have been writing poetry for years and have had some published. One day I plan to put together my own compilation book of poetry. I hope you will enjoy my poetry.

I also would like to have others submit their work to be seen here. I've done this before and had a good collection going. All works will be copyrighted to their writer and none will be sold or bought. The writer has complete control of how their poem is presented. If you would like submit something to be seen here, please email me with all the information and the poem if at all possible and any ideas of how you want it presented and I'll be glad to add it here. And you will be given full credit for your own work. If it's something you got from somewhere else, please give proper credit on your own. Thanks.

The Child Fairy

-- Lord Dunsanay --

From the low white walls and the church's steeple,

From our little fields under grass or grain,

I'm gone away to the fairy people

I shall not come to the town again.

You may see a girl with my face and tresses,

You may see one come to my mother's door

Who may speak my words and may wear my dresses.

She will not be I, for I come no more.

I am gone, gone far, with the fairies roaming,

You may ask of me where the herons are

In the open marsh when the snipe are homing,

Or when no moon lights nor a single star.

On stormy nights when the streams are foaming

And a hint may come of my haunts afar,

With the reeds my floor and my roof the gloaming,

But I come no more to Ballynar.

Ask Father Ryan to read no verses

To call me back, for I am this day

From blessings far, and beyond curses.

No heaven shines where we ride away.

At speed unthought of in all your stables,

With the gods of old and the sons of Finn,

With the queens that reigned in the olden fables

And kings that won what a sword can win.

You may hear us streaming above your gables

On nights as still as a planet's spin;

But never stir from your chairs and tables

To call my name. I shall not come in.

For I am gone to the fairy people.

Make the most of that other child

Who prays with you by the village steeple

I am gone away to the woods and wild.

I am gone away to the open spaces,

And whither riding no man may tell;

But I shall look upon all your faces

No more in Heaven or Earth or Hell.

What If God Was One of Us...

-Unknown--

When things go wrong,as they sometimes will,

When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,

Rest if you must, but Don't You Quit!

Life is strange with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a person turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out.

Don't give up through the pace seems slow You may succeed with another blow.

Often the struggler has given up when he might have captured the victor's cup.

And he learned too late when the night came down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out, the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far.

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,

It's when things seem the worst that You Mustn't Quit!

The Child And The Faeries

Author ~ Unknown

The woods are full of faeries!

The trees are all alive;

The river overflows with them,

See how they dip and dive!

What funny little fellows!

What dainty little dears!

They dance and leap, and prance and peep,

And utter fairy cheers!

I'd like to tame a fairy,

To keep it on a shelf,

And dress its little self.

I'd teach it pretty manners,

It always should say "please",

And then you know I'd make it sew,

And curtsey with its knees!

The Stolen Child

by William Butler Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water-rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berries And of the reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim grey sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going, The solemn eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal-chest. For he comes, the human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.

Why Me?

Why do I have to have so much pain

Deep inside of me?

Why do my eyes have to rain

From the hurt I feel?

Why does everyone want to hurt me

And take what I love?

Why am I the one that always has to be

Looking up above?

Why did I love so free when I know?

Why did you take my love from me and then go?

Why did you take my life from me?

Why was I the wonderful, loving wife

You wanted me to be?

Why did you have to keep on hitting me

And giving me pain?

Why not just yell at me, it'd be the same.

Why am I the lonely one that you should be?

Why do you hate me, huh, why me?

Sandra M. Caldwell (Sandra Griggs)

2001