Wednesday, February 1, 2017


Emery Greye


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


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


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.

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