david r. lessard : Writing

Things

Things

A Poem by david r. lessard


The sense of stuff that moves one...
Losing the battle but not the hope.

Losing the battle but not the hope.

A Poem by david r. lessard


there is no prayer in public schoolsit's plain and clear that Satan rulesthe world has stripped us of our toolsthe end result is - we are fools.the 10..
Winter's sunset afterglow...

Winter's sunset afterglow...

A Poem by david r. lessard


Voices screaming silently into the wind...
When will we....?

When will we....?

A Poem by david r. lessard


Conversion.
what is a soul worth?

what is a soul worth?

A Poem by david r. lessard


without Love as expressed by God, there is really no love at all...
scars upon a hillside...

scars upon a hillside...

A Poem by david r. lessard


wounds that lie deep....
I am a happy medium...

I am a happy medium...

A Poem by david r. lessard


the secure feeling of being satisfied...
autumn walk.

autumn walk.

A Poem by david r. lessard


a crisp day's early morning walk in fall brings joy to the soul...
enough is enough.

enough is enough.

A Poem by david r. lessard


war never solved love's problems...
Am I any less a man...?

Am I any less a man...?

A Poem by david r. lessard


age does not signal the loss of the dreams of youth...