A Rose Grows O'er My Chest

By Yon Ethraim Fearshaker

Come with me not into another world,
Just into that world
Special only to you.

Come with me,
You pioneer to self,
Enjoy those trails
All have walked,
Yet not one, even one,
Sees these trails
As you would have them seen.

Come with me, away awhile,
Partake of that symphonied
Perfect choralled choir
Heard only by attuned ears,
Tho those ears belong to you,
Those ears hold
This spinning orb in hand.

Come away with me,
Behold my Emerald Sea.
Do you see a part of me
Merge to your soul, merged:

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781503525245

Yon Ethraim Fearshaker

Good day! Hope you enjoy the day’s blessing. I herewith give you an insight into me as an author. I was born in North Carolina. I moved with my parents when two years old to a farm in Virginia and graduated from Kenbridge High School. My work history is quite varied. My work history includes: Dupont, Army, grocery clerk, greenhouse, Reynolds Metals Company and with an electrical contractor. I became interested in literature in the eighth grade. Since then I've been writing poetry, short stories, plays aqnd essays. If it had not been for Xlibris publishing company urging me to publish my works, they would still be in storage boxes until today.

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Copyright © 2015 by Yon Ethraim Fearshaker.

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ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5035-2525-2

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CONTENTS

Foreword

A Rose Grows O’er My Chest

Blest Be

Orations Dimmed

Dawnings Dawned

Eden Revisited

Rock-A-Bye

Cain, Where Grows My Weed

Ship To Shore

My Dream O’erflowed

My Promise

Genesis 9:22

No Man’s Child

Genesis 11: 1–9

Rasping File

Whose Is Whose

Undertow

Genesis Rebuilt

Wainscoting

Moses

Joshua

Canticled Lei

Zealous Sampson

Ruth, My Dear

God Has Heard

Four Kings Have I: Two Plus Two

Tobias

Judith: Queen Julia

Proverbial Dessert

Steak O’er The Waters

My Table Spread

Lonely Soothsayer

I’ll Speak, You Ponder

From Afar

In Fiery Wrath

Walls

Daniel’s Den

Beholden Of God

Shore Call

Hosts And Speaker

In Pity Gone

The Architect Calls Me

Ashen Gates

O’er Silence I Call

My Rose Garden

Busy Belfry

This Tree In Aisle

Blooms Talk

Blooms Feel

Blooms Grow My Seed

I Drown In Discourse

Worried Query

Gifted Dirge

Resolved

Marriage: Beacon Crooned

Divorce

Children Of None

Memoir Of Children None

Traceable Love

Faith

Hope

Fishers Twelve

Bread And Wine

Deaf, Blind, And Dumb

O Fragile Law

A Glow At Midnight

In Wealth’s Prow

Regret’s Efface

Magdalene’s Trial

Personal Opinion

Figs Of Wrath

Money-Changer’s Gift

The Clayman

’Tis Life

This Way, O Love

Widow’s Mite

Explicit Teach

The Room Up The Stair

Betrayed

Sinshine

Facts, Not All In Reason’s Train

The Path In The Wood

Wine And Gall

Comfort Me

My Brook

Salty Saul Changing Paul

Charity

In Chains

Why, Where, When

Trolley Me, Lord

To my loyal and best friend, who was robbed and murdered.

FOREWORD

Come with me not into another world,

Just into that world

Special only to you.

Come with me,

You pioneer to self,

Enjoy those trails

All have walked.

Yet not one, even one,

Sees these trails

As you would have them seen.

Come with me, away, awhile,

Partake of that symphonied

Perfect choralled choir

Heard only by attuned ears.

Though those ears belong to you,

Those ears hold

This spinning orb in hand.

Come away with me,

Behold my emerald sea.

Do you see a part of me

Merge to your soul, merged.

A ROSE GROWS O’ER MY CHEST

I planted a rose

’Side my narrow straight path;

My pick hit something hard.

Was busy, did not ’vestigate.

Just planted a rose

Pruned by cultured law.

My planted rose,

Thankful in bed,

O’ergrew shock

And sprouted wee green head.

My growing rose,

Fed by grace in wed,

Just grows and grows

Up the sunway led.

My leading rose

Buds, grew strong and tall,

Striking goodly pose

’Gainst my garden wall.

Have you e’er seen a rose

Worth picking for vase?

E’en tingling nose

With perfume in grace.

My rose in pose

Drank the morning dew

As sun in wisdom rose,

Dried left drops, few.

My drinking rose

O’ercome in grief

Blew its stuffy nose

To spirit’s relief.

My relieved rose

In some heaven song

Speaks all it knows,

Cheering me when in wrong.

I dug my cheering rose

’Bout timely end.

’Vestigated thing hit hard

’Side narrow straight path.

My unplanted rose

Sheltered thoughts of yore;

I dug deeper

And found a chest.

My chest, once under, rose,

Filled with treasures within.

Thanks the good Vault

For the goodly inn.

BLEST BE

The heavens declare

Ye Almighty Glorious One:

Stars in distant orbital path

Shout in lights’ knowing song;

Sun in fiery grotesque dance

Satiated not in horizons’ sleep;

Memory kept in planet’s glass.

Making merry in crystal balls,

The twinkling dew on the grass,

Played hide-and-seek

With the clouds

’Mongst torches on wing

In search of nurtured thing;

Moon in no regret

Of its stolen yellow dress,

Giving in soft caress

Its hug and kiss to earth.

Bless be heaven’s

All shores’ sand.

Bless be askance man.

Bless be inquiring me.

Bless be yon

Cottonwood tree.

ORATIONS DIMMED

O God,

You, the spreader of days.

Vigor,

Truth, and happiness,

All are e’er your ways.

We, the gleaners of those days,

Have many thoughts to tell,

Have broken collar stays

To mend

And perchance have blossoms

In our lapels.

The truth,

You are of our long years,

Bright our lives

With tales of joy

And happiness fulfilled

Falling upon your gift.

Our ears,

We wish to hold dear

And so finely milled.

How the mystery of

This friendship’s shining eve,

If not

By your beholden sleeve,

Gathering all our old

Yet new tales of regret,

As we

Recall your memories

Tucked under our warmed

O’er sweet apathies.

We, regenerated anew,

As words

Break open our divining rod.

We see those words

E’er so clear

Sewn in our lives

Much sewn seam.

DAWNINGS DAWNED

O mind of man, what shallow depth

Brings you to think life is but a day.

Your words will never live forever

Upon the winds, which whistle and blow,

Churning froth and jumbling syllables

Till, e’er long spent, some later day,

Some other mind may wantonly stay.

Upon writ with bare amenities,

Prolonging the growth of knowledge past

Locked within the unseen windy blast’s

Greater force of livelier sheen,

Spurring nerves of fingers mild and lean;

Agedly, perhaps, no writ would have graced

This lap which beholds treasures unearthed,

Regrettingly giving birth’s scathing search.

Masterminds of antiquity and mod

Over your dour three words ever mood.

Some go berserk and others prod.

In beginning creation took place.

What mind can fathom such windy grace,

The looks of which has never been seen,

Still locked in state betwixt and between.

The pen of man, excited by pulse,

Plays hopscotch with much unknown matter,

Making eons’ future search reborn

Seem as ratly sounds, pitter-patter.

Waste and void says writ, this planet Earth

As ’haps it sped through heaven’s abyss,

Which writ says was covered with darkness;

Alas, the words were true to truth’s sound:

Let there be, let there be, there be light.