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Poetry Original by Alfred P Verhoeven

Alfred P Verhoeven

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May 17th, 2009 - 12:26 AM

Poetry Original by Alfred P Verhoeven

This photo of me was taken by an unknown photographer in a place that originally was my Ellis Island Grammies
Speakeasy in NYC where her daughters one of whom became my mom; she was a dancing lady and vocalist and met my
Dad. And so I came along for this great adventure of Life.

POEMS
by
Alfred P. Verhoeven



Josepha

This I composed as a song on my organ in Florida,
Changed the title to Communion Meditation Song and words to a religious theme that was played and sung by the choir
of St Benedict upon First Holy Communion May 4th 2002

1

Oh my love, oh my love, come to me.
Oh my love, oh my love, come to me'
When you're in my arms,
Then my life is so sublime,
And when we kiss,
Bells begin to chime,
Oh my love, oh my love, come to me.

2

Oh my love, oh my love, please be mine.
Oh my love, oh my love, please be mine.
If you say you are,
Then my life will be worthwhile
And all can tell,
'cause they'll see it in my smile,
Oh my love, oh my love, please be mine.

3

Oh my love, oh my love, I am yours,
Oh my love, oh my love, I am yours.
As we dance along,
Through sweet mystery of fate,
Sing then a song,
Thanking God it's not too late.
Oh my love, oh my love, come to me.





Starry Eyed

Composed while sunbathing in back garden, Old Bridge, NJ.
1
To see the Sun, our star in splendor,
Do not detract from this,
As planet Earth each day surrender,
To its tender warming kiss.
2
The planets move around our star,
Without which none would be,
They gently swirl both near and far,
In God's great harmony.
3
Yes! The colors that we see,
The silvery moonlight,
the flowers, trees and swallows
and all that's gay and bright.
4
Even the darkness of night shadows
Without which none would be.
For through stars God clothed our 'spirit',
before an eye could see.
5
I think this as I gaze inspired,
Upon life's magic dream,
At sparrows playing still untiring,
Conversing so it seems.
6
While trees are stretching to the sky,
Conducting tenderly,
With leafy arms that reach so high,
Natures own sweet symphony.
7
Yes! The noises that we hear,
The rippling of a brook,
The thunder, hail and fire,
And sounds we overlook
8
All mortal thing require,
A star just here to be
For through stars God formed all life,
Creating you and me.




composed while sketching in the woods of Haskell, New Jersey

Wanaque Autumn Woods

1

Have you ever walked through a woods,
when Summer 'twas o'er and done,
and the colors 'round are blazing,
Reflecting the morn' sun?

2

The breeze is firmly caressing,
with air so crisp and clear,
A rustling sound as sighing,
each falling leaf a tear.

3

Sleep gently, sleep now,
but first in crescendo ablaze!
Glory! Color! Beauty!
Capturing my soul in its maze.

4

Have you ever walked through a woods
when Summer 'twas o'er and done,
and the colors 'round are blazing,
Reflecting the morn' sun?

5

Oh words, oh words you fail me,
to describe this vivid scene,
God's artistry in Nature,
so majestically serene.

6

Or, if I could but paint,
these wonders that I sense,
my spitrit 'twould be freed,
my soul no longer dense.

7

Alas!
I look and behold.
a falling leaf falls,
Yea: trust to return,
the tree grows bare.

8

The time is past,
soon sleep shall call;
its blanket of snow,
is waiting there.

9

And so I think:
Soon all will glisten clean,
as beneath life doth slumber,
excepting the evergreen,
myself and the evergreen.

10

Have you ever walked through a woods,
when Summer 'twas o'er and done,
and the colors 'round are blazing,
Reflecting the morn' sun?


The Seeker".
Also composed by me in the North Jersey Woods
1

Where are you my God,
whom I so passionately seek,
in the valleys so low,
or upon the mountains peak?

2

Will my eyes being mortal,
ne'er chance to see,
a vision so perfect,
as surely you must be,

3

How oft' in my winter,
when its oh so cold and Grey,
my eyes do I lift to you, my God,
while hands do fold and pray,

4

Seeking ever seeking,
wondering where to go,
searching ever searching,
God of Love I want to know

Bay Head
Composed while sketching around Bay Head at the Jersey Shore.

1

My darling, recalling that night,
God gave to you and me,
When stars gently glittered above,
To cherish forever this wondrous memory,
Dreaming of you and our love.

2

Think of me, love me,
Oh! How my heart does cry.
Think of me, love me,
'tis not to reason why.

3

Remembering the sound of a swirling sea,
And our hearts beating both so rapidly,
joining in time this endless song,
the water our hearts dancing along.

4

"How beautiful"!
You, Dorothea, said those words: "How beautiful",
All the while to me your beauty complimented the stars;
their magic twinkling;
the surf, its thunderous roar;
the moon, its soft reflection;
the sand, its cool smoothness.

5

Then, too, it was, my angel,
Natures God claimed one of your earrings,
as a tribute.
Gladly you paid this bounty offering the other,
As a token to prove our love'

6

Yes, the sea heard; the stars heard;
the moon heard and the sand heard,
our lips touching; our hearts beating,
as one, one, one!

7

What more can I think about?
What more can my pen sing about?
Except you, you, you.

8

This is the time that I dream about,
These are the words that my heart does shout,
That was the night that our love was born,
A cool March night that knew no dawn.




Ode to a Pusher
Composed after returning from an appointment in the Bronx, NYC.

1

Look upon them, my people of sin
Oh! Woe! How can it be?
There eyes are sad; so very sad,
aging each child in misery.

2

Innocents born, only to die,
From parents who should never be,
Or from donors of blood, filled with their mud,
and mind altering drugs chemically.

3

Look upon them, my people of sin.
How great infinity!
Their gaze now drifts beyond the clouds,
They look but do not see.

4

Nay! Cease from dying, little child,
join not the living dead.
The money was good, I must admit.
What fool doth make me dread!

5

What fool doth make me dread, ask I?
Break chains Society!
Their eyes are sad, so very sad.
Can all hearts ever see?



Rosann

Composed following day at Army Long Branch NJ Beach.

1

Water coolly flowing, dreams undo despair,

Ecstasy unbending; sunlight in your hair;

'twas then I felt love, but for a moment or two.

To meet now and depart; or, not to meet a' tall.

Eternally dream on, escaping not my view.

The tides shall ebb and rise; washing the sands.

Sweet longing in your eyes, soft tender hands, Rosann.



Elizabeth

Composed after meeting and sketching a young lady from Hoboken, NJ

1
The dream of life I never knew,
this dream of life I see in you.
The wishing wanting to be near,
A tempest blows away my dear.
2
Oh kiss me my darling, oh kiss me not,
Oh kiss me my darling wjile the sun shines hot,
and the moon shines through, and the skies not blue,
and all is in a whirl, save my love for you.
3
Elizabeth, and then I think shall I endure,
The cold without your love so pure,
Elizabeth with eyes so true,
and all is in a whirl, save my love for you.





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