Marvin's Culture Page


Hello! Welcome to marvinsculturepage.com. Come on in, kick your shoes off, and stay a spell. This website has been designed especially for you. It showcases some of my poetry and prose, as well as provides links to various places on the web where I have posted other poetry and prose. It has several different genres of writing including poetry, song lyrics, short stories and essays, wisdom poetry, and of course haiku. It also has comments from readers, a page describing various awards I have won, and of course my guestbook. I hope you enjoy your visit and invite you to come as often as you like. I will post new stuff periodically so check back often. Please sign my guestbook so I know your were here. Thank you! Have fun!
Missing Angel You came to us one September morn; We seemed to know an angel was born; Love was known from then on; And now our beautiful angel is gone. You won the hearts of an entire town; You replaced with a smile, every frown; They all loved you and you loved them; It's hard to bear they'll not see you again. Twenty-two months we had you here; Never in an eye was there a tear; You brought love, and you brought joy; To every man, woman, girl, and boy. Everyone who knew you they knew love; From an angel who now rests above; You comforted every broken heart; You gave meaning and a new start. Then one afternoon came death's reign; Riding on a northbound train; To strike you down, take you way; Our angel killed on a black Saturday. Our beautiful angel, our lives to enhance; But against death you had no chance; Big business was the name of the game; Those who knew you paid its claim. A train which had time to save; Was the reason your life you gave; Your family and friends to pay the bill; In a hundred years we'll miss you still. Our little angel, a gift from God; Taken from us without blink or nod; By ruthless business of which we know not; Except for the missing angel we've got.	The stories it could tell The tree stretches its limbs toward the sky; Majestic in all his glory; If it could tell of times gone by; Oh goodness what a story! It would tell of everything it could see; From its perch up in the air; It would tell stories of you and me; Of frolicking children and worldly care. It would tell of seeing things change; It would tell of people growing old; It would tell of things odd and strange; Oh the stories that would be told. It would remember generations past; The ones we never knew; We would know history at last; From a historian tried and true. Oh the stories a tree would tell; If it could tell them at all; But it will keep it secrets in its shell; As it continues growing tall. To My Wife God has given me many gifts; But none as precious as you; You’re always on my mind; You’re part of everything I do. Nobody could ever take your place; No matter how hard they tried; With you I want to spend my life; I want you always by my side. Together we can take on the world; There’s no battle we can’t win; On the basis of our love; We’ll overcome again and again. Many times I’ve counted my lucky stars; To have you as my wife; One promise that I’ll make to you; Is that I’ll love you the rest of my life.
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Music: "Watermark" by Enya.

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