Don't delete my soul!

Poetry, the thing a lot of people don't like to admit they like. Well I like it, and I write it. Sure some of just plain sucks but a lot of what I write I like. It's also nice to look at a poem that I wrote and remember what inspired it and how that inspiration made me feel at the time. It just so happens that I found, or should I say re-discovered, some of me earlier poetry and I am posting the two I like the most.

The Bird

by

Tim Tschida

I shot an arrow into the sun

I must admit it was all in good fun

The son spoke and asked

"Do you know what you've just begun?"

The Arrow came back as a bird

It had a voice I swear I heard

It flew down and landed on a tree nearby

I looked up and saw a tear drop from his eye

It flew away and left me a-stray

I yell hey don't go and leave me alone

Don't make me grab my things and go home

I met a stranger on the road

He stuck out a hand for me to hold

He said

"Hey man I'm your future self,

its so nice you wanted to share your wealth"

We walked on for a while

It seemed like it was many a mile

Before I knew it he stopped in his track

He reached around and gave me a slap on the back

He said

"Hey man this was only a preview,

there is a lot more for you to continue."

Soldier

by

Tim Tschida

To see your face

would be like granting

my last wish

before I die

But you are like sand

blowing in the wind

always slipping through

my fingers, yet scratching

the surface of my heart

I am the embattled

soldier in an

endless war of

missed chances, searching

for a land to conquer,

And sanity will never

know my name thanks

to the slightest

glimpse of you.

Like it, or not like it is fine by me. It may be a bit sloppy too but I am no prize winning author so it satifies me just fine.