EMERY GREYE

Emery Greye

THE MIRROR

Oh… to have another day…

To run and sing…To laugh and play

To seek the wonders found in life,

To look in the mirror again.

To look through the light…to peer through the glare

To try to love the one who’s in there,

To have a chance to “be it” someday…

To look in the mirror again

The importance of what one may think of me

Doesn’t really matter you see…

To look in the mirror and like what looks back

Is all that matters to me.

So if I can be content within…

And learn from things that I have been…

To see the truth inside of me…

To look in the mirror again.

Emery Greye

THE ROAD AHEAD

I shall not fear the road ahead

I’ve survived the path behind

I hope what lies ahead of me

Is wonderful and kind

But as you see the road divides

I need an inner voice

And all the knowledge learned to date

To make the proper choice

The colors are most calming

The path seems quite serene

Unlike some parts I’ve traveled

And atrocities I’ve seen

So now I have to look inside

To choose the left or right

What decision will be best for me…

To sleep peacefully… at night

In life, so many things to choose

Decisions we must make

For every turn we face ahead

There’s always much at stake

Before deciding which path to take

To avoid another tumble

Search your faith to choose what’s right

There’s strength in being humble

Emery Greye © 2014

REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW

I am as fluid with grammar as a fish with a hammer

But your requests to review poems are sound

My iambic pentameter comes across like a stammer

Like my punctuation mistakes when they’re found.

My knowledge of comma’s equal that of the Brahma

With both I haven’t a clue

But I will try hard with the grace of a Llama

When I peruse and critique poems for you.

We talk exclamation I give no explanation

Why I strand points all over the place.

Being learning impaired has no justification

I spent English class drifting through space

I’ll try to do my very best

To review most poems I start

The depths and the passions are really the test

When your feelings flow “write” from your heart

And with this in mind I hope that you’ll find

.What I’ll write will be that which I feel.

You may dislike it perhaps and think me unkind

. If “you” like what “you wrote”, that’s “the deal”.

Emery Greye

Emery is a poet and a man of God.  Writer, poet, and inspirational speaker, was born Rick Pitcairn, in Huntington, W.Va. in the early 1950’s. He was raised in Pittsburgh, Pa., and moved to Cincinnati, Ohio in 1966. http://emerygreye.com/some-of-my-poetry