Charles G. Lang

Sinclairville, New York, USA

Born 2 May 1931 in Buffalo, New York. I showed writing ability as a child but it was never brought into prominence until my wife Jeanne and I moved to Essex Junction, Vermont. There I took several writing courses including one in poetry given by the "Vermont Poetry Society". I began by writing inspirational poems for a little church we attended. When we moved back to New York State I was able to let my creativity expand to what it is now. I feel poetry should be versatile so that it can provide a morsel for every taste.

Colors Of The Day

Back in the first light of morning.
Its' bright orange rays gives us the energy for the day.
Work diligently through the midday.
The vibrant rays of yellow, gives us the strength to complete our tasks.
Walk upon the green grass and let your mind absorb the many
Shades of green whose natural vibrations tells the birds to sing
The flowers to grow and the world to revolve in a harmonious flow.
When the afternoon fades into dusk,
Make your way to the shelter of your fireside for an evening of rest.
When night takes us to the comfort of our bed, we become absorbed
In a blue that bridges the planes of consciousness
And let us soar among the stars and walk with the angels
Until morning brings us into a new day.

Nana Banana

Nana Banana from Texarcana
How she loves bananas.
Not too ripe and not to green
But somewhere in-between.
I need potassium you see
She always says to me.
Bananas are the important treat
That makes my diet more complete.
Zucchini bread, candy in a bag
Pleases someone of every age.
But not my Nana
For her bananas are the best.
What can you do with them?
Bake them, fry them, eat them raw,
Make a mild shake nice and tall.
But what do you think is the mostest fun?
Banana splits, Yum Yum.

The Spark

A spark set in the firmament
Nourished by a divine hand
Responds like an unruly child.
Cared for in its' infancy,
Grows slowly at first
According to a prescribed meter.
Adolescence brings independence.
Free will to reach out
In all directions with fingers or light.
Pulsating and expanding
At a furious rate
Until stepping beyond its' limits
The bonds of space and time
Can no longer hold it.
Then Bang
A Universe is born.