Bet WardSugar Grove, North Carolina, USA |
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Bet is thirty one years old. She's been writing poetry since she was twelve. She and her husband, Rick, own and run a Martial Arts business in Boone, NC. Some of her interests include collecting barbie dolls and revolutionary war re-enacting. She is a member of Antioch Baptist church in her community, and spends most of her time traveling with her husband doing martial arts training, and teaching seminars. Bet has had her poetry published by the National Library Of Poetry and by other publishers as well. Bet says that poetry is a creative image that helps reflect ones personality. |
IntrudersFar away through stars at night,They come to earth on ships of light. They touch us with their spirit wand, and float us to their world beyond. They lie to us and make us feel, that this illusion can't be real. Our privacy they oft' neglect, Intruding when we least expect. And so we wonder when we wake, if our own souls are theirs to take. |
UntitledMoonlit night,Dream beneath the moon at night. Heavens stars are shining bright, waiting for the sun to appear. Morning sun,
Eagles fly 'cause they are free.
Thunder roars,
Flowers grow,
People smile,
As seasons die,
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Heaven's GateThey said the trip won't cost youas you climbed aboard the Bopp but the price was rising higher, and you never reached the top. They deceived you into thinking that they'd never have you pay, as they collected all your savings, then they threw your soul away. If you planned on entering Heaven's Gate there's one thing you ignored, When hoping for eternal life, You must know Christ The Lord. If you find eternal darkness, 'cause you took the wrong advice, Remember Satan always wanted you to be his sacrifice. |
Bet welcomes letters. You may write her in care of:
The International Poetry Hall of Fame
1 Poetry Plaza
Owings Mills, MD 21117
All poems Copyright © 1997 Bet Ward. All rights
reserved.