charlesedwardyork's Saved Poems

To the Overlords - Part I

To the Overlords of this world—
the hollow men and women,
with full bellies—but still insatiable in their hunger—
gorging at the top,
looking down at the people—
"below".

The hollow men and women,
hoarding...

I walk along a trail to find
the path that winds beyond,
where courses marked by trees confined,
reveal a tranquil pond.

And there, upon her rightful throne,
a swan swims soft and slow;
in all the hours she spends alone-
this swan, I've...

Born of Magic

He looks upon his baby hands
Enchanted by the wonder
Chubby fingers bend and fan
Move forward, backward, under

Eyes fixed upon his finger-dance
Track gentle rhythmic gestures
Accepting that they move by chance
Too young...