Some of my poems


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		A Writer of Words I put my pen to paper, but my mind is blank again. I'm trying to remember what to write, where to begin. there are so many thoughts and emotions that I feel. Yet every time I start to write it's as if they are not real. Guess I'll sit back and study all the words that I could write, but when I put them on the lines they never sound quite right. They leave the critics in awe just trying to comprehend, guess another writer of words would surely understand. Yet I keep on writing, hoping to reach a heart... One that can see beyond my words and find a work of art. by Beulah Marie Starr copyright protected



		I Held Your Hand Yesterday I held your hand, sadly now I find you gone, across the sky to distant land, I must try not to sorrow long. Your face iIremember in my heart, all that within you that was good, I ponder... Although we had to say good-bye, in my heart I know God had a plan. I can't understand why, for He is God, I'm just a man. You've gone the way I too must go, a time appointed for all to keep. Great treasures I know I'll find, for this eternity I do seek. Yesterday I held your hand, now here I am the lonely one. I'll give it to God, He understands, once upon a time He lost a Son. by Beulah Marie Starr copyright protected Thanks for visiting my site, you can e-mail me at beulahmariestarr@wmconnect.com