Poem by Richard Phillips

CLOSER
To Ida Mae Martin: Who showed me the truth!

Tears ran down his loving face,
The crouds scourged with doubt;
He prayed "Father make them see,
The kingdom's never without!"

Calmly, he arose from this dispair,
He turned, knowing their fate;
If they wouldn't listen,
It would soon be too late.

His short thirty-three year life,
Was built on faith and love;
Each day he was reassured;
Through the heavenly dove.

Please listen people, lend your ear;
The end has neared even more;
Day by day, as they each go by,
Eternity- closer to heaven's shore.

Richard Perry Phillips

Copyright �2001 Richard Phillips

Poem by Richard Phillips

END OF TIME
Please don't give up!

Shadows creep though the streets,
Calm of death seizes the years;
The howling of wind strips all dignity,
Opens the corridor of our fears.

Satanic warlords conquer the sky,
Angelic hosts battle hard;
The war rages on forever,
The boundries of heaven are jarred.

Lives hatefully aching on,
Seeing no way out;
We must face our fears,
Be victorious- have no doubt.

When the battle has finished,
Battered bodies lying around;
One more battle won,
Stand- claim your ground.

Richard Perry Phillips

Copyright �2001 Richard Phillips

Poem by Richard Phillips

EVIL OF NATURE
For Shelly

Why must you wither, ole rose?
Have you been conquered by autumn's sting?
Is your root no more?
Does nature death to your petals bring?

For as sure as the tree bears fruit,
The leaf will surely die;
Death is such a humble end;
Nature, answer the question--why?

The cycle each new bud brings,
The season its only life;
For the future of the flower,
Is one of birth, death, and strife.

Are you no more, beautiful rose?
Can you not bud once more?
Do you not fertile your own kind?
Or the children of nature's whore?

Richard Perry Phillips

Copyright �2001 Richard Phillips

Poem by Richard Phillips

THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER
As a veteran, I dedicate this poem to all before me.

Sweat fills his eyes, silence is a curse,
His muscles contract with a fealess grip;
His heart beats with a certain passion,
His only phobia- an empty clip.

He moves to check out of his watch,
His turn to rest has come on effect;
But sleep is no matter of reality,
Vile and evil into his system they inject.

An explosion awakens him and his comrades,
Heavy fire and heat fill the atmoshere,
All stand their ground, Death has no meaning,
Insanity is the only gear.

A brilliant burst curses the landscape,
The enemy sweeps the land as a vulture;
His body couldn't be found- M.I.A.
But if they only knew-
The tomb of the unknown soldier.

Richard Perry Phillips

Copyright �2001 Richard Phillips

Poem by Richard Phillips

THE WIND
For my beautiful wife, Shelly

Which way does the wind blow?
From the sound can we be sure?
Is the path of the clouds a sign?
Does the Sun burn so pure?

Why do we pierce the waves?
Do we feel free to search the skies?
Will nature lead us to our end?
Failure of our whispered lies?

Should we be so lucky to live,
Through the reign of the moon;
Light that shines as bright,
Will be darkened just as soon.

Share your smile with her,
Feel her hands brush your hair;
Just don't turn your back,
Her strength is her flare!

Richard Perry Phillips

Copyright �2001 Richard Phillips

Poem by Richard Phillips

TODAY
To those who are confused as I

I think to myself, I can't see today,
For yesterday was today's history;
Tommorrow will be today's future,
Yesterday's tommorrow- today you see.

For if the future had sight,
And history could be redone;
Today would be yesterday,
Tommorrow would be back many a sun.

If today's tommorrow is then,
And yesterday's history is through;
Then tommorrow's yesterday,
Is yesterday's tommorrow true.

Richard Perry Phillips

Copyright �2001 Richard Phillips