Bet Ward 

Sugar Grove, North Carolina, USA 

 
 
 

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.

 

Intruders

Far 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.

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Moonlit night, 
Dream beneath the moon at night. 
Heavens stars are shining bright, 
waiting for the sun to appear. 

Morning sun, 
I can see the morning sun. 
When dawn arrives the dark will run. 
He's running far from here. 

Eagles fly 'cause they are free. 
The eagles fly. 
They spread their wings and cross the sky 
They fly away from fear. 

Thunder roars, 
I can hear him shouting... More... 
as he waits for rain to pour 
into cups of thirsty fields. 

Flowers grow, 
When they're fed, 
the flowers grow. 
Life's curtains open for the show, 
Colored gardens, Grass rainbows. 

People smile, 
Everywhere they reconcile, 
They all shake hands and laugh awhile, 
and then they disappear. 

As seasons die, 
When they grow old, 
the seasons die, 
but no one stops to ask them why. 
They will return again.

Heaven's Gate

They said the trip won't cost you
as 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.