Passing The River I saw men at war And I mourned the dead I thought to myself why can’t we just love each other instead Passing The River I saw starving children at play It made me laugh a little but then the smile faded away Feeling their pain I bowed my head and prayed Passing The River I smelled disease, poverty and plaques all around and the stance of rotten fruit on the ground Oh Passing The River I heard women singing songs of faith and spiritual glory that warmed my heart a little and almost restored my faith in humanity Passing The River I spoke to God saying yes we need you now more than ever Please bring us back to love and peace and make us better Oh God don’t you know we need you more than ever I prayed Passing The River!
Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
As The River flows – my life completes itself.. An enlightened tryst with the almighty, Created by destiny, I was born To flow like a never ending river A tough undefined journey, quintessentially alone The Himalayas promised me the purity
When my heart breaks I weep as I’ll weep for days, With weeks that’ll go by without any sleep I’ll stay wide awake, Where I’ll wait here in the same old tiring place, With nothing besides this woman on my
Everything seems to be silent but my ears not, although world sleep but my mind’s not. Memory once rejoiced like a sun’s heat now turns winter cold, before isolation was a luxury to me but now it’s not. What happens
Thanksgiving never will I forget Hopping in the car for a very long ride to grandma’s house With heavy frost on the grass, glistening in the sun Singing songs and counting grain bins to pass the time Now the frost
Do you pass like this every day? Through the shallow woods, With your eyes downcast Lost in the intensity of your thoughts, Left to the integrity of their present. Do you realize that when you pass like this, Unperturbed by