A Deeper Anthology

By Perry Douglas Sisk

Now residing in texas, where i have built my home and live
alone , and am a 28 yr survivor of HIV, derived from a
blood transfusion while active duty military via oral surgery done
in 1983. I now devote my retirement to my preoccupations of
fishing and puttering around my modest home,,along with writting
songs and poems which i have done for 35 plus years, as a singular
vocation.
I feel that in all of us as spirited beings ,we each do hold potential
for compassion some more than others perhaps but still inherant to
us all,,,I write poetry to convey those instincts to those that are less
aware but require reminders that they too are beings of empathy
I trust that my works will offer some a peace of mind and awareness
so needed in this fast paced all too short existance we all share and
to some degree will offer solice in reading words that instill hope
for a better tomorrow, gleened from living, this is my short legacy i
wish to leave.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 9, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462802692

Perry Douglas Sisk

Profile and brief Bio of Perry D Sisk I am 53 now and have long awaited getting published my poems i have been writting for many years I hail from Southern Illinois having been raised by my grandparents,,,my Father is deceased and my Mother still lives and resides in southern illinois,, altho she took no part in my upbringing i still love her for who she is and has been,,, Having served a total of 12 yrs in our armed Forces this too helped instill a degree of discipline required to accomplish this publication.. i was married at age 21 and divorced after 9 yrs,,while serving in the USAF and attained a associate degree in education counseling via the community college of the Air Force,, i maintained a high degree of military bearing and earned the good conduct medal as well as longevity among other awards to go non mentioned Now residing in texas, where i have built my home and live alone , and am a 28 yr survivor of HIV, derived from a blood transfusion while active duty military via oral surgery done in 1983,,, i now devote my retirement to my preoccupations of fishing and puttering around my modest home,,along with writting songs and poems which i have done for 35 plus yrs, as a singular vocation I feel that in all of us as spirited beings ,we each do hold potential for compassion some more than others perhaps but still inherant to us all,,,I write poetry to convey those instincts to those that are less aware but require reminders that they too are beings of empathy I trust that my works will offer some a peace of mind and awareness so needed in this fast paced all too short existance we all share and to some degree will offer solice in reading words that instill hope for a better tomorrow, gleened from living,,this is my short legacy i wish to leave, Sincerly and always one poet named,,Perry D sisk Born to Emil d SIsk and Joetta Sewell sisk,, feb 24 1957 in belleville Ill,, Twin to Terra,(deceased) brother to Dale and Roger,,and older Sister Alice remaining in southern Illinois

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The Heart belongs and beats

for all

that have a voice in which to call

and echo down a hallowed hall

in absence to the heart we fall

the soul is captured by all that are born

as though is fragile a web that is torn

through life we love and yet may we scorn

A soul gone unseen and left so forlourne

Our being is our most treasured host

for in there we place with love and with most

surpassed by one and dare we will boast

for all that it holds in silence a ghost

This human spirit nurtured with drive

and keeping the flame and light so alive

for years of its length of labor to strive

an ocean so deep no man will yet dive

For in all of these things reside with one cost

just this one thing was found and not lost

this human heart with soul and of being

Mans Spirit God had created now seeing

Heart and Soul and Being,,,,,,P.douglas sisk . . . . 12Jul2001

When looked into a mothers eyes

and wonder wisdom there

cannot account for tears she cries

or heartache strife in life she bare

taking care to always give

to those she held and bore in pain

did this mothers wonder live

as long as there is rain

The breath she takes to bend the tide

and keep a love non yielding

injustice she did take in stride

and yet with love was shielding

A mothers eyes can hold a grace

of such no one can know

with tear stain on her face

a Love for all does flow

This i saw in mothers eyes

a glance that i once viewed

a shaking head and heavy sighs

Passing on yet born again

in heaven she’s renewed

A Mothers Love and Tears.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Doug Sisk,,,,,21 dec 09

In dedication to my mother - Joetta Irene Sewell,

departed 17th of January 2011. Always held in memory.

Sittin all alone in my easy chair

given thought to issues and i dont care

never gona ever want to go back there

them salad days of past years i had and seen

runnin through a painted meadow filled with green

take a number wait in line and steal some time

find anothers love sublime

beyond the mountains high that few can climb

to stand alone amidst a crowd

or ride air currents and grasp a cloud

to soar up high and embrace the sky

the shinning stars and twinlked eye

We faulter still and lesser learn

where flame reside and always burn

to yeild to feelings once were shared

and finding who with who be paired

seek solution and strive to hold

no absolution leaves one cold

for in my chair of ease and peace

is this where life will end and cease

to calmly step apart from life

having known a measured strife

what will we learn in given time

for in these words do hold in ryhme

One Love to share and always care

while sitting in my easy chair

A Chair i share

DougSisk,,,,,,,,,,,,21jan10,,,,cc

A gift to share and be ones own

to have yet keep and be it known

If not for self tho on one shelf

for true you are as oceans blue

tho still not known or seen by few

while given time and sought by ryhme

ones deeper depth and held