Guardians of Twilight’s Shroud
Fathers, guardians of twilight's shroud,
Defend our dreams, both fierce and proud,
They shield us from brutal storms,
With love, their armor, in all its forms.
They work each day, in toil and sweat,
Ensuring that our needs are met,
Their wisdom and love a guiding light,
That helps us make the journey right.
Abel Keogh
6/17/2023
Cake vs. Pie: A Poem
There are two deserts of which to partake.
On right hand is pie, on the left hand: cake.
Which one is better? I'm not going to lie,
When given the choice, I'll always pick pie.
From pumpkin to apple, to rhubarb and more,
Each slice contains flavors that you can't ignore.
From the crust to the filling, pie’s a true work of art,
Every bite is a journey, straight to your heart.
Cake is so shallow. It's all about show.
Just slap on some frosting and it's good to go.
Cake’s also is messy. It leaves crumbs everywhere,
But pie holds its filling, with special, loving care.
Cake comes in a box. It’s dry and a bore,
While pie's bold flavors, leave you wanting more.
Cake’s made from sponge, and overly sweet,
But pie's tender crumb is pleasant to eat.
Pie's not only yummy, it's also quite smart,
The number 3.14, plays that part.
For those who believe that cake still has merits,
Remember that pie’s never been made with carrots
So, when you’re deciding which one to pick,
Choose the humble dessert with a heartwarming kick,
For its depth, its flavors, and its artful creation,
Pie is the winner, without hesitation.
— Abel Keogh
5/20/2023
A Mother's Love
In every heart, a mother's love takes root,
A steadfast presence that bears eternal fruit,
Her touch, a grace that soothes the deepest pain,
Her words, a light that guides through life's terrain.
Her love, a wing that shelters from life's gale,
And lifts us up to heights where we prevail,
A bond that holds us close and ever near,
And brings more joy with every passing year.
Abel Keogh
May 13, 2023
Upon Seeing Julianna
From the depth of my heart does love arise,
A flame that burns with an eternal fire,
For you are fairer than the morning skies,
And my whole soul to your beauty aspire.
No fate can dim the light within my heart,
For you are my sunshine, my life's very start.
— Abel Keogh
May 6, 2023
The Runner
Amidst the clamor and the fray,
The runner emerges to start his day,
For in the act of running, he does find,
A respite from life and peace of mind.
His face to the wind, his back to the sun,
He presses forward, his journey begun,
Heart and lungs find their steady pace,
And worries fade as he starts the race.
With a rhythm to follow, a beat to keep,
His breathing is steady, his strides so steep,
Each step a note, music in flight,
Rhythm in motion, a glorious sight.
For the runner knows with every mile,
There’s sense of self, a reason to smile,
A discipline, a purpose, a journey to pursue,
A life moving forward, a dream come true.
— Abel Keogh
4/29/2023
A Dance of Wings
Love is a fierce and fickle thing,
A tempestuous storm, a dance of wings,
But in her eyes, I found my home,
A love so true, no more to roam.
— Abel Keogh
4/22/23
The Specter
A silent, shapeless specter looms,
In the darkness of our rooms,
It beckons us, with somber grace,
To our final, earthly resting place.
It rends apart our closest ties,
And fills our hearts with aches and sighs,
For those it takes, we grieve and mourn,
Till life's last breath and we are reborn.
Signs of Resurrection
As nature shifts from sleep to wake,
The earth begins its grand remake.
With lengthening days and warming air,
New birth and growth are everywhere.
The buds on branches, small and tight,
Unfurl their leaves at sun's first light.
Daffodils nod their yellow heads,
And robins sing from garden beds.
Each green shoot, each budding flower,
Remind us of life's enduring power.
For these are signs of resurrection,
A promise of hope and new direction.
— Abel Keogh
4/8/2023
Spring Snow
Late March's winds doth chill and bite,
A snowstorm fierce, a winter's sight,
With icy flakes that veil the sky,
And gusts of wind that howl and sigh.
Yet mingled with this icy grace,
There's also fear etched on each face,
For winter's grip doth hold us tight,
And keeps us locked in chilly night.
The winds may blow and snow may swirl,
Yet nature's calm remains unfurled,
For soon the thaw will break the spell,
And winter's grip shall bid farewell.
— Abel Keogh
3/25/2023
Love Slipped In
Love slipped in through an open door,
Quietly, without a sound or roar,
A tender bloom in a barren moor,
In my heart, forevermore.
— Abel Keogh 3/18/23
