Poems Update (Again)

Dear Readers,

I do apologize for the formatting of some of the poems: They lack spaces between some of the verses. I am not sure how to fix this, though I thought I had a trick that would work to do it, but it seems that it did not make the cut in further posts. I guess this is the bane of copying and pasting from a document despite different results in the formatting when they were posted. With all originally being written in the same word editor. With the same formatting setup. The same font… Yea, I am not sure what is up with that. I hope you enjoy the poems!

A. Shaw


Poem – Paint a Portrait [Blog Entry]

Paint a Portrait

By Andrew “Andeh” C. Shaw

What is a feeling that explains this view?

How can you explain this, is this true?


I am falling, falling for you

A veil is lifted and I hope it’s anew

Paint a portrait above the clouds.

If I really want it, I will scream it out loud.


I can feel beyond what one can feel

New to this world I believe it is real.


I am flying, in all that blue.

The sun is rising, I hope it brings you.

Paint a portrait bringing a sound

Showing the world that I am not bound.


Reading a letter that is unsigned,

Am I falling for no one, am I going blind?


I am living, living anew.

The air of spring morning, I smell it too.

Paint a portrait of a man astound

Artist’s best moment he’s ever found.


Paint me a portrait that shows me I am free,

I want to learn more about what I can be.


Paint me a portrait of a feeling that I seem to see.

Tell me this is real, and this life, is not a dream.

Poem – Never Forgotten [Blog Entry]

Never Forgotten

By Andrew “Andeh” C. Shaw

A withering rose and a dead soul;

What you know could save us all.

A mystery man holding a shimmering light.

In a dark-hearted land you right your own fight.

A million stars is an endless sea.

These are not scars that can heal for me.


Dream what you dare not dream.

Find what you dare not unveil.

See what cannot be seen.

Follow what your destiny feels.


A man needs his voice for him to live.

A hero needs nothing to say even until he dies.

You never know the meaning in a gift

Until you stand upon where the giver lies.


A never forgotten love;

A treasure trove to what is forbidden.

Stars are but signs above;

Find what you lost before it is hidden.

Poem – Mad God’s Drums [Blog Entry]

Mad God’s Drums

By Andrew “Andeh” C. Shaw

The clap and snap of the mad god’s drums,
Awake me with a shake through the cold and numb.
A drizzling moisture caresses my skin
As I choke on soil that raises above my chin.

The scrape and chime of a shovel’s grind
Grants the know that I am being buried alive.
No doubt I am the victim of this murder case
Of a madman with evil plans that we were on the chase.

It was like the coroner said, with Smith cold and dead,
The killer did not quite kill, but fed to dirt instead.
The impending doom that begins to loom
Over my head, if the inspector does not come soon.

Will he come to help me in my time of need,
For this does not fit the theory:
We thought he liked to target businessmen
Yet now he has me, the rookie, a young woman, 5’10”?

I reach up to climb, to live.
Towering above,
In the flash, I see him:
Shovel in hands gloved.
A risen weapon,
Soil is tossed aside
As his shovel was upon
Me in a single stride.

The clap and snap of my savior’s gun
Awakening my senses from being numb and stunned.
A warm drizzle I feel upon my face in the rain
As the inspector’s face appears,
I am saved from this game.

“Why was it so that I was wanted?” I asked my partner,
Rescued before I could drown and be next for the coroner.
This did not match the pattern at all,
I was not a business man more than six feet tall.

He replied: “It was never the money, power, or looks that were killed,
It was simply the fact that your mind was very skilled.
What he really wanted was me,
But it was you where he was impressed, truth be.”

The inspector knew the moment I saw that shimmer,
That the flash was a camera’s closing shutter.
When I mentioned this to the inspector one day,
He knew that this killer was coming my way.

The inspector rushed here, to save.
I did not show.
Missing work, it was grave:
In his heart he had known.
Lightning flashing;
Sirens blared as he drove.
To rush here without crashing
Before later my body was found cold.

Poems Update

Dear Readers,

I’d like to point out that I potentially had a little too much fun reciting and recording such of my personal poems I’ve written over the years, so I have a couple posts more than the assignment my professor had assigned to make. Unfortunately (or at least in my opinion), I wish I had a deeper voice for the majority of them to make them sound convincing, but nevertheless I hope you enjoy them!


A. Shaw