Digging for Gold

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Unaware of on-looking eyes
Planning to attack your space;
Formulating a group of lies
For when you meet face-to-face.

The truth becomes a disease–
A plague that frightens the world.
Now beauty becomes a beast
Who would prefer diamonds and pearls.

Make sure your mind is focused
On the thing you cannot see–
The motive behind the words;
The truth that’s underneath.

All of this because of your style;
An attempt to score some cash.
You managed to ignore her smile.
She gets up an leaves at last.

The brain is a powerful tool–
You use it to stop her plot;
Forcing her to see she’s a fool
And you to realize you’re not.

A Comforting Vision

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

I saw you that day
in my head, a vision of peace
is what I had. You were with the one you love—
as it should be; there shall you stay life eternally.
I haven’t spoken the words: “I love you” in quite some time
So, I place this precious phrase within my rhyme:
I love you! I love you! It is not too late!
You’ve known all along, and Grandma, too.
God blessed me with that vision of just you two
Together in harmony, peace, and love
I smile, for you are with our Lord above.

You told me life comes with a price,
which is what you pay for with your life.
Yet, that did not stop you from enjoying the company
of your family, whom you loved so much.
You instilled in me the history of your past—one
filled with strength, courage, and salvation.
South to north, you traveled to insure a future,
and the product still remains. For that purpose
alone you will not have passed in vain.

Peace is what you followed; you dragged me
with you to get a taste, and now it shadows me.
I know peace does not stop pain, it eases
the feeling that aches in the heart that has lost.
Tears still strolled down the road of age lending
a hand in the process of grief. My spirit rejoiced,
for it knew that the day was not sad.
Going Home, I’d expect: wouldn’t be.

The Feeling That Doesn’t Sleep

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

It is a mystery that cannot be solved
It is something you cannot get rid of
It is so deep the canyons will drown
It is a cure to your depressing frown.

A feeling so strong, the winds couldn’t stand
A feeling so warm you can’t touch with a hand
A feeling so high you’ll lift off your feet
It is the feeling that doesn’t sleep.

Time is precious, but still does not compare
This is a desire more important than air
Life isn’t promised to you or to me
But this feeling will last for eternity.

A feeling so strong, the winds couldn’t stand
A feeling so warm you can’t touch with a hand
A feeling so high you’ll lift off your feet
It is the feeling that doesn’t sleep.

It is so blind, no matter how wrong
It is the pen that wrote the song
It is a feeling that we all dream of
You know the feeling, the feeling of Love.