A Poem's Story

By Kenneth A. Schoendorf

As everyone whom is considerate
in compassions to living, I also am one of you.

The ideals and thoughts accepting
the realizations for becoming sincere of appreciations for all class=GramE>life, are the virtues that shouldnt be ignored or
forgotten.

I have wishes that I too would
have more control of angers, impatience to ones that break my tolerance.

I do think that this modern age
is of greatness but never changes the truth.

Since the beginning of time there
are those who never realize the beauties and respects for others and of living
for themselves, in becoming this. And that noting is perfect excepting maybe
the thoughts and ideals of good. Somehow the confusion generates losing this picture
from society and enterprise.

I do believe that the majority of
people all over this globe are born to love and believe in freedoms.

Too bad our social class=GramE>levels, capitalism even some cultures hinders this effect.

style='mso-spacerun:yes'>Common heritages in people are to smile and
laugh.

We live and
putting up with the shallow neglected concerns of some people.

As the old saying, the rotten
apple in the barrel spoils the bunch as well with the idea that the bad ruins
it for the good.

So here we are in this life. Coping
and clinging to the company of friends that are good.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 21, 2004
• ISBN: 9781414078441

Kenneth A. Schoendorf

Being born in Louisiana in the year of 1952, of a father who was an immigrant from Germany in the time of Hitler's reign, I was brought up with nature being of importance and its spirit. As my father was only a cowboy, his romance of life’s spirit was never to break any living spirit but to understand the gift of life, becoming a partner in seeking the harmony. So my friends, be in playful spirit as a young colt is frisky. Allow the spirit born in your soul, guide as you listen to its whisper. Be not in priority too, your mind for it is a marvelous thing. But be in priority of listening to the spirit as your mind will understand. I think we call it in this modern day—the conscience. To tell you about me is only the general living of life. In the telling you honestly of myself is the spirit of dreams, as romantic to the creations as well as love.

Book preview

A Feeling Known

To tell of love The feeling most known

Finding and keeping is so new too anyone

Learning the melancholic including joy

Makes you second Too your love for someone

During moments When looking into their eyes

What do you~ How do you portray~ Love genuine in your heart

A chance taken laying out your soul

Giving to them Your dreams of life

Oftentimes wishing You never started

But love an answer To yours in happiness

The pain seeps through…

Realizing your love goes unanswered

They aren’t ready or want To what you offer

That is the time Love becomes self nurtured

For loving is better Than none at all

Keeping love within for the whole world is waiting

Not the stranger Is this only to you

For someone else Has been there too

Love takes time Finding its’ answer

For a broken heart is better Than to have loved never

Born to Love

A portrait of love is the beauty seen.

Awed inspired of pleasing allure.

Eyes filling minds with lovely ideas.

From sensational too common and all between.

Stirring alive many emotions within.

Born in souls from cries at birth.

Love’s need is the breath you breathe.

Joy even melancholic yet sadness to take.

No matter you learn the change too make.

Without love you’re just alone.

Love of life has good concepts.

Love of heart awakes your soul.

Loneliness fades opening never-ending rivers

Living and dying for another in happiness

Nature blooming as the sun adorns them

Lying dews or rains in replenishing them

Night’s rest that glows in moonlit starry skies

Cycles since the beginning of time

Earth is love’s picture with teachings

In us the emotions to fill them

Love’s Me Love’s Me not

The petals of flowers fall.

Hopes ignite the dreams dreamt

Suddenly alone in solemn array

Living and dying in their soul

Love means more than life

Capable of feelings as fairy tale enchantment’s

But needing shared love too capture that rainbow

Portrayed freedoms of a dove’s creation in love’s peace

Fulfilled desires capturing eternal hopes on a setting horizon

Giving like the wind’s breeze so refreshing

Stability’s rendered feeling safe in secured dreams

Persecution’s excuses inlay paths for retreat

Knowing without your love existence seems so menial

Holding onto reality understanding cold and lonely

Strengthening yet losing a life’s dream

Those petals of flowers fallen to the ground

Lay all the hopes in dreams of happiness

So easily imagined being of love’s content

Sculptured dreams creating at your will

Question

Why must the feelings of love hurt?

They run deep and make you burn.

Burn in passions yet burn in pains.

To hold love close allows endearment for enchantment to thrive.

Ways to live~ feeling dreams~ flying on its’ wings.

But the thought of them gone…

Doesn’t deplete a heart’s tenderness in yearning from the soul.

Living in lovely ways of good and fun…

Would be easier so fancy and free.

The flames of passion couldn’t be as high…

Then again, your soul wouldn’t sink as low.

The question of love is a sensitive ~ magical one…

Feelings filled in happiness that swells in tears.

Nothing is more than the love that you will feel…

Not even you for second will you become.

Nothing is better than knowing and having love…

Only your spirit will know when it arrives…

Oh! What passions ~ joys and lessons to learn.

Future Cry’s

I used to be so happy all wrapped in you

We lived so sweetly the angels sang

Floating on petals of flowers as if in heaven

We were in love brightly as the sun

Tender was our hearts too the gentle rain

Passionate in lusts as the torrential floods

Then you left leaving only this beautiful world

Darling it’s so empty without your touch

Raindrops that are dry

The sun without its’ shine

In the night the stars twinkling bright

The angels must be singing

You’re in heaven and I want in its’ door

Loving seems distant for you’re not of this world

You have left behind the living still going

My passions like the seasons in fires burning

Your memories of living are my sunrise

Now the sunsets’ solemn ~ finding beauty in another night

I close my eyes crying out the love for you

Tomorrow’s hope that love once again ~ brings an angel such as you.

Continue On

Got myself up this morning

Headed over by the mirror to see if I was still there

Hard to tell when you don’t know what’s quite right anymore

Lost at love so many times have to check if I’m still here

When looking outside is beauty all around seen

Everything so wonderful and pretty feeling its’ flight

Love makes desires giving what yearns deep in a soul

Breaths of love so sweet whispering feelings of enchantment

Gifts