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This is a brief statement of George Bryant a published poet... I have been writing poetry since I was 9 years old. My gradeschool teachers never thought that I would make the grade as a poet. They all said, pretty much the same thing. "I am more of a lover of poetry than a poet" They were all nice old ladies, but I persisted and proved them wrong. And I wish to share my work with others who are interested in literature and short stories prose and poetry If you are interested and would like free of charge. A poem or sci-fi story, I have also included a numerous selection of web-sites. Send request to Gsbrya@yahoo.com I will reply as soon as possible.
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Some of My Poetry

____________________________________ Lonely Lost and alone ********************* A very sad little boy with a runny nose - Dressed in shabby shoes and tattered clothes . Roams the city streets beginning to end - Searching for someone; to be his friend . His Mom and Dad were all that he had - Up till yesterday; they passed away. Now ; he is alone, with no-place to call his own. He cries as he searches for a friend, to take him home. His whole life ahead, and the road he travels seems without end. Cold , hungry, lost and alone; he prays for a friend. But no-one seems to even care, Nor; take notice of him being there. On and on he roams, hoping his journey will end - Wishing someone will see him; take him home and be his friend. *********************** ** December 12, ** George S. Bryant ** ************************** The Open Window The open window, letting the breeze come in… Letting my life begin. I look at the birds, they’re flying around. They’re Squawking and squaking but I hear not a sound. I look at the lovely picture and take in the view. There’s A fear running down my cheek…saying a million things but I can not speak. I let my mind wander in the daisies in the field. George S. Bryant July 26, 2002 _____________________________________ P u p p y...L o ve Strolling on the beach’s pearly white sand- Tenderly embracing, hand in hand.. Looking into eachother’s tearfilled eyes- Praying for answers to pour from the skies. They are parting ; breaking apart- Both trying to conceal their broken hearts. They are being stripped of their undying love for eachother. Each of them to home; and back to mother. Going their separate ways in sorrow- With hopes and dreams for a better tomorrow. * September 27, 1979 * ©* George S. Bryant* -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ____________________________________________ Maybe tomorrow Haveing seen you in my dreams -- I think of you when I am wide awake. But I hide out of your view- Just to catch a glimpse of you. You just pass on by; never seeing- The love, here in my eyes. This vision of you keeps appearing- Beneath my tears when I cry. To think , to dream, my way. May only lead to sorrow. Till that day, when you look my way- See me and wake me from this dream. I'll wait untill that day comes along. Maybe ; tomorrow...................... ©** George S. Bryant ** _____________________________________________________ The Beginning A little white dove; Flew overhead . As they pledged their love - The day they wed. That was long ago and far away - The love, that little white dove - The wedding day. Still it repeats, to those who love. The dove still flies - The weddings take place. No-one denies - God's precious grace.. Beginning to ending - With an eternity pending....... ************************ (C) ** May 27 ** ** George S. Bryant ************************ ____________________________________________________ IF , ONLY If I could relive my life; all over again - I would travel the world; to places I have never been. On the banks of mighty rivers; I would stride - Over those massive ocean waves; I surely would ride. I would do all of the things; I wish I had already done- Before time moves in, and removes all that's undone. Stopping only; to capture scents of flowers; as they appear. These are my wishes, the wishes I hold so dear. I will greet people; I will have known. with a friendly smile. Give understanding; try to make their lives more worthwhile. Share my thoughts; asking only for their belief - Make allowances; for those stricken in total grief. These are might have beens; I wish they could have been - If only I could relive my life; all over again. (C) *** Sept. 23 *** George S.Bryant *** ______________________________________________________________
***.... M y P a r a d i s e...** Heaven , as theologians have said it to be - God's paradise ; a place beyond the skies . I have found paradise and it is to me - A heavenly feeling ; each time I look into your eyes. It has been said ; first you must live, then you must die - You spend your lifetime, to acquire a heavenly place . Mine is here and now , whenever you sigh - It places me there , each time I see your face . You have been ; and will always be paradise to me . I have not a need , nor a want for more - I have all that heaven is said to be - I have you , my paradise forever more . You my darling have entered my heart with loving eyes Only you could ever be my heaven , my paradise. ********************************** **Dec 18, 1997 George S Bryant ** ********************************** ___________________________________________________________ You I love, specially I really love you, in a very special way - Honest and truly, believe me when I say, You are to me, all the good things I will ever need. You calm my torment, let my heart decree- This love deep within, I have inside; So pure and dedicated, it cannot hide. Let me tell you, hear the words I say; I love you, I know no other way- Looking your way, seeing you means so much- Recalls to my heart when first we touched. Accepted my offering, my love as it was then- Special as it was, it is now again. We were young , I'm thinking back- How great it was then, still is, quite intact. I will love you till my days do end- You are my love, my wife, my best friend .. MAY 04, (C) George S. Bryant Written for my lady. ________________________________________________________________________ * Fantasy * Just put yourself in a far away place; Where everyone there has a smile on their face. A place; where mountains reach high in the sky - And kiss the rainclouds as they pass on by. Fantastic things happen, in this wonderland- From flying; to holding the world in the palm of your hand. It's a great pleasure; these sights, just to see - But; it can only be a very short visit to fantasy. It can be over; the moment you open your eyes - For wide awake, you seldom fantasize. You can recall; how great it was, while you were there. All that time you spent, without a care. You're sure to return someday; when you realize- That ; all you must do is relax and close your eyes. *********************** (C) ** George S. Bryant ** *********************** ____________________________________________________________
Me Daydreaming
Sitting on a rainbow looking down- Watching the raindrops fall to the ground. Sights I see; so beautiful , no-one should miss- These special moments; being here like this. I look to my sides, the colors are bending . On and on ; radiance , with no ending . Streaming colors in the sky; no end can be seen. Sights like these appear; but only in a dream. Almost convinced; I am in heaven , I may stay - Or surely return; on some other day. If ever I go back from whence I came - I may tell everyone to visit; but it has no name. Meanwhile; I'll just relax and look at this colorful sky- As questions fill my mind; but, for reasons, never a why. ____________________ ^^ May ^^ (C) ^^ George S. Bryant ____________________ _______________________________________________________ ** She Stole my Soul**
As I looked her way She beckoned me to stay I only pray, she will be mine For in reality she is a reflection Of my needs,"Maybe"- Of my wants, for "SURE". Can't we be, just friends? Why do I lust for her? It is just my human trait. Be a man, at all costs; But I turned away and was a fool. I saw again, what I had lost. © George Bryant** She Stole my Soul** __________________________________________________________ Enter Love-Exit fear
I hear music; angelic voices singing in my ears - So soft and gentle; Forcing my eyes to a muster of tears. Seeding love; deep within our hearts,just you and I- I feel as the angels; With wings I'm able to fly. We are drifting through space, Visiting many a place; None too far. Somewhere in space, We'll plant our love within a star. With our minds and bodies; Showing their feelings so pure- Instilling in me a want,to do the undone; now that I'm sure. Feelings of love; so wonderful. Even in sadness; there's good - We have been; touched by love, and reacting; as we should. Fears we may have had, are a bother no more - They may reach out at times; but; we are sure to ignore . The love we have for each other; deep down inside - Replaces all of our fears, Filling our souls with pride ....
*(c) * George S Bryant * ________________________________________________________________
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Having looked beyond your mirror; hiding from your view. Capturing visions of your beauty; reflected by you. The beauty I have seen through your eyes; deep into your soul. Has changed my life; casting me, in a different role. Had I never seen the beauty; not a pleasing idea. For what would be looking back at you? a face or fear. A careful look I take; each and every day- To keep you in my heart; in a very special way. When you look beyond your mirror; and see what I have seen- You'll see visions of beauty; you'll see my dreams. I have looked in other's eyes but; I could never see- A beauty equal to your's, that's been given to me. Your image; in my eyes, is worth more than silver or gold- Reminding me of the many priceless treasures; that I hold. - ** George S. Bryant ** (C) ___________________________________________________________________ **Bonded Memories** How do we separate memories - When they are bonded to our eyes ? How do we take the clouds away - From never ending skies ? How do we, not remember; What used to be ? When all around us is still. The only sounds are heartbeats. Little really changes; only places. Time still rambles onward. Memories remain, as life goes on. The same clouds swirl in endless skies. Just as these memories of life, with you- They are bonded, here in my eyes. . **************************** ** Written March 4, ** (C) ** ..George S. Bryant.. ** **************************** ________________________________________________________________________ YOU ARE OUT THERE I am covered in the shadows, this fiery night - Death ! all around; filling me with fright. Cannons blasting , ringing in my ears . Feeling myself drowning in my tears.. I cry for you, as you feel for me - My eyes so blinded, I barely see. The crash and flash of powder - Pounding of brick and steel, getting louder. You must be out there, this I know - I can't see nor hear but; I feel it so. It is now, I know of your existence - I can't see you, I sence your presence . Yes my LORD! you, who have put me here- To accomplish what ? only a tear.. ** MARCH 7, *** (C) ** GEORGE S. BRYANT *** .

If; But, For A Time .. You ; could stay with me for a little while- We would share and care; for a time. Glance an occasional smile, Get to know one another; sip a little wine. Let our thoughts mingle, with unspoken word- While the world around us, Is silent; can not be heard. Alone together; if you agree- Let your mind drift,flowing to me. If this moment were real;as I wish it may I would savor this time; till my dying day.. But ; it's only a dream, this can't be true. Just as these glasses I fill for two. They will be drank by one- For; I realize, there is no you..
(C)August 13,** George S. Bryant ** _______________________________________________________________________ O n e M o r e D a y Clouds pass over me - The wind brushes my skin . So forceful, there are times I barely see - But I feel the warmth within. I'm alive; It's part of life - And happy to be. Even in strife - When I can not see. I sense the clouds passing by- I feel the breeze. My head tilts toward the sky- I fall to my knees. In silence, I pray - LORD; please give to me, just one more day.. ********************** (C) ** February * ** George Bryant * **********************
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Life; As Pebbles In The Sand ***********************************. With or without your blessing, life will reach it's destiny- Face reality, life is what you make it to be. To change the oncoming tide is but a dream- It will come in, but not always washing the pebbles clean. . In your journey, there are times life seems not the same- The pebbles are digging deeper, you're walking a little lame. In moments of discontent you must take care- You are slipping on the pebbles, they are always there. . The pebbles, never the same, though they seem to be. You can be the person you were meant to be. Listen to another's point of view; with an open mind- The pebbles may be digging deeper, but you're sure to find - . This same story being told in a different way- It's the story of life as it moves on, day after day. (C)June 17, George S. Bryant
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Forget The Past If you're confused; nowhere to turn; You look behind- there is no place to go. All your bridges have been burned- Your options used; but there is hope- If you can keep your head; as a wise man once said, You may save the day- by finding your way. Put your mind on the future, give it your best, You can be sure- you will endure, "FAITH",--- God's way of putting you to the test. To handle these hardships of life, We must go on living. don't give in, it would be a sin, For which; there is no forgiving. You can hope for fame; riches; Most anything. But; you will get, only what you have earned. Go on your way, live your life; Bridges ahead, take care, They are always there. Cross them, don't turn back to those that are burned- For, you'll have nothing. You will see changes, Fear and despair. are always there. Don't be afraid, the life you made, is your's alone to live. Travel along, that winding road, A song in your heart, A smile on your face. Greet people you meet, they are all a part of the puzzle; The human race. With bridges past burned, they can't turn back. They and you; on the road, The winding road of no return .... *.Written Dec. 20, 1999... *.By George S. Bryant ....... Sign My Guestbook View My Guestbook

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