bloodyirish's blog: "Poems"

There she stood She stood there, in the midnight air The moon beams shining in her hair They walked and hand in hand She talked and sometimes they would stand The lines on her face disappeared As she talked about her hopes and fears He held her tight and very tender Her shape looked so slender He held her safe and sound As her life became outward bound She let him know her better Her worries started to unfetter The years fell away from her face Young lines her face did grace She was held as she slept A new life to her crept The stress and fears were gone For now her life was a new song She was happier and did smile Because a friend went that extra mile R. Alford Stewart 4/11/2004

The lonely feelings... The night air is crisp and cold... and your not alone... but you feel out of place... even in your own home... Your in a crowd... lots of folk... but even then... you feel the choke... The need to be alone... is all you feel ... to get in a room... to close and seal... To be alone.. is all I ask.. to sit there... sometimes is the task... To sit and think... and not use my brain... I need the quite... to remain quite sane... But then I need ... the love of friends... the companionship... buds to the end... We should love our time... that we spend alone... but don’t forget... the light friends have shone.... R. Alford Stewart 5 Oct, 1999

Passing The Time The wind whispers in his ear as he sat neth the tree Alone and nowhere to go He just listens as the wind tells him lies His heart is alone His mind nowhere to go He just sits as the world glides by His mind is a blank His brain is a blur He sits as nothing happens yet the world flies by There is nothing he can say Nothing he can do He just sits and lets it go by His world has stopped His mind has paused as he just sits and stares No where to hide No where to run Just a place to sit and stare As he sits and waits for the end of day R. Alford Stewart 2/11/2000

The Bonds That Bind My heart feels like stone, my feelings are closed away I feel alone and isolated, in a world so crowded My mind stays in one place, but yet it wanders Life can be so nice, but yet it hits you like thunder I have friends both near and far I have them here in front of me We talk and talk and we see That they're alone just like me Some we keep as good friends, some go on their way Some just say hi, and never stay Others never leave, and help us when we're down The friends we make can be for life, or for a day The time we have is a special bond Don't break the bonds that bind For friends we ever keep I hope they'll all like you R. Alford Stewart 2001

We found this poem in grandma's bible and it was read at her grave side. Do not stand at my grave and weep Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamonds glint in the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripen green. I am the autumn’s gentle rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I do not die. Mary Frye (1932)