JACK BEAVERS

INTRODUCTION Mr. Jack Beavers resides in Florida his poetry is truly a voice of the unsteadily experiences portraying a unique self expression which comes with the life and its territories containing those ordeal, torments and the emotional conditionings which makes us higher species in this universe. They say gold burns to change to a higher level of precious metal, and the suffering of a human souls puts them to a further higher level of humanity where pain is not just a pain it becomes an invaluable gems to be displayed with utmost appreciation, respect and highest regards, after all our soul agonies and heart aches are the assets which distinguish us from other entities, which makes us HUMAN! His poetry is a must to be read by the poetry lovers, and appreciate the beautiful thoughts and concepts behind each word and verses

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LIST OF POETRY

The Tree house

There is a place where I can go
and slowly let my feelings show,

And share a bond with other men
whom I have come to know as friends,

To share their pain while I share mine
and learn to cope but NOT feel FINE,

We share our strength and weakness too
and what is known to but a few,

Our tree is strong and stands the gale
of tears and fears that we unveil,

And when its time to leave this place
I’ll carry through my life,

The times we shared and how we cared
and grew beyond the strife,

These treehouse walls are filled with hope
and every week we learn to cope,

With life and love and tragedy
and all that matters comes down to me.

Jack
September 30, 2003

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Fifteen Years

I lost my voice,
I lost my pen,
They took so long to find again,

I know not where,
They came and went,
These fifteen years of sorrow spent,

Did I lose first
My voice or me?
Together they are meant to be,

To share is love,
To share is pain,
Something lost has become my gain,

I will not stop,
This pen of mine,
I will not waste the gift of time,

My voice is found,
My therapy,
I’m growing close to who was me,

I’m glad to know
The man named Jack,
How do you do?
It’s me
I’m back.

Jack Beavers
December 7, 2003

Enjoy The Dance

My friend is gone,
It’s been so long,
But will not fade away,

I visited
His dying room,
Slipping day by day,

Hereditary
Quite contrary,
Blood too thin for life,

A living hope,
He learned to cope,
Conquering the strife,

His strength of will,
The bitter pill,
Take life as it be,

I never got,
To say out loud,
What he meant to me,

Complain he not,
So I forgot,
The truth of his fate,

When I awoke,
And last we spoke,
It was all too late,

Goodbye my friend,
We’ll meet again,
Upon another day,

To take our chance,
Enjoy the dance,
Bring life what it may.

Jack Beavers
November 7, 2003

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Discover Me

I walk a path that I once knew,
But lost along the way,
I see the world in colored hues,
Where once was only gray.

I feel the path more clearly now,
With roots and rocks and all,
And when I stride I now know how,
To carry on… not fall.

I’m learning more each day I walk,
And stop along the way,
To open up and let me talk,
And say what I must say.

There is no end to what I seek,
This path will never stop,
For I will look inside to peek,
To learn what I have thought.

This journey will last forever,
My learning will go on,
I commit to my endeavor,
To each day grow more strong.

And like this path before me lay,
With roots and rocks and all,
Discover me along the way,
I will be walking tall.

Jack Beavers
November 14, 2003

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Devil Inside

The Devil inside
Is in us all,
The young or old,
Can falter and fall,

His dwelling his hell,
He fills the hole,
Not down below,
But deep in your soul,

He looks for the cracks,
To plant his seed,
Of fear and shame,
Of loathing and greed,

He will cast the doubt,
Question the right,
Make you unsure,
And hopes you lose sight,

But he cannot change,
The inner man,
Willing to fight,
While taking a stand,

Be true to thine self,
Devil will lose,
Men of free will,
The power to choose.

Jack Beavers
November 23, 2003

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Black Sea White Dove

I miss my mother,
I saw her today,
She sits so near,
Yet so far away,

I miss the old times,
I would watch her cook,
Sewing my clothes,
Or reading a book,

She left us last year,
She cannot come back,
On a one way path,
To a sea of black,

She knows my name,
But not for long,
How could it all,
Have gone so wrong,

The memory you know,
Is a fickle thing,
It can shine or be dim,
Like an old wedding ring,

I wish I could change,
The way things have gone,
The Alzheimer's way,
Is lonely and long,

I will hold her hand,
And whisper my love,
And wait for her flight,
On a white winged dove.

Jack Beavers
October 16, 2003

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Beware The Cave

I fell into a cave one day,
Still finding my way out,
It happened all so quietly,
There was no yell or shout,

I lost the better part of me,
And drifted far from self,
I closed the box on what I feel,
And put it on a shelf,

This cave was once so very dark,
But now I see some light,
I feel the warmth
It’s guiding me,
Each step it grows more bright,

And as I search to find my way,
I climb upon the shelf,
And open up the box of me,
And learn to cherish self,

Beware the cave so damp and cold,
Don’t let it lead you in,
But if you do
Search out the light,
And start to live again.

Jack Beavers
November 29, 2003

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