Carusoism
216 Poems from Stone Sculptor, Richard Caruso.
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PRELUDE TO CRADLE OF SOULS
Things of three
Bleed through me
Things on high
Wet my eye
Always protecting me
Any evil knows
My anointed glow
Is forever stowed
Day by day
Week by week
Month by month
Waves of three's
Not at once
But gradually
Pushing with care
I am aware
Never with words
But as clear
Push on me
Beyond my ear
Your will is my duty
But always with care
In that we share
No need for flair
If ever a flow
On which I bestow
I lay my duty
On quiet clouds
If were my ears
Not there at all
No less the clear
Trinity shouting its all
AS WE GROW
As we grow our love with
staring eyes
Not a single blink to make deny
The strength of trust from friendly eyes
A treasured companionship without lies
TO DREAM
A dream by itself
Is wishing at best
But to work toward a dream
Can bloom into anything
Even more beautiful instead
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About the Book
At first glance these poems may seem to be just good rhyming poems. Dig a little deeper. May I suggest you study the poems WELL ROUNDED, JOY NEEDS TRAGEDY, and HOLY SPIRIT TRIP POEM.
In these poems an insight as to our purpose and answers to age old questions like why tragedies must occur? We may not always like the truth but I hope you find comfort in these realizations, as I have. And may I also declare that my experiences are so true that I would be willing to take the same credible polygraph exams that secret agents are required to take before being employed. So where some may declare that CRADLE OF SOULS is fiction. Nay, it is a very true rememberance, and it is accurate.
About the Author
Richard Caruso was born, raised, and lived
most of his life in Peoria, Illinois until October,2001, where upon he moved to
Safford, Arizona, for the shorter winters.