Some Poems

I wanted to publish a few of my poems, but Hubpages said one was too short, and two others were duplicates. They are published elsewhere, but I still wanted them published here also.

Let's see if it works if I put them in one Hub.

My nature, my will,
my conscience confronts.
Soldiers lie dead
stricken in spot.
Lightning crashes around!
Dangerous dark clouds
hinder lights of yore.
Funnels swoop down
to alter what was
with neither reason
nor rhyme.

I ride for the
trail of dreams;
it must be just ahead.

I've often thought
that I was very close,
and at times I've been very sure.

But the hard road of life
is full of illusions.
What seems to be opportunity
is a mask for problems.

And people do things
to themselves
that they would not do to others.

For the sake of sanctimony
glorify it as gallant -
true martyrdom!

When the smoke clears
and reality is seen,
we find our opportunities
for what they are.

And we cannot change the truth.

Principled guards fidget again.
Conscience beckoned from deep within.
Natures coming into sight.
Is right best? Is best right?

Guards stay fast hiding fright,
No match they know for nature's might.
Conscience strength is what they need,
Or upon the guards, the beasts will feed.

Natures howl, growl, snarl and roar.
Guards uneasily await the more
From conscience napping in its nest.
Is best right? Is right best?

Comes forth a dim beam in the night:
Don't do what seems best; do what seems right.
But which is right, and which only best?
My natures confused, lie down for a rest.

Soldiers seek counsel to find what was meant.
Which would be right in the answer it sent?
"If rightful perceptions are for lust or for greed,
Then upon you, gallant soldiers, my natures will feed."