Poetry – Guardian

A storm forced sea batters
Kelp obscured cliffs.
The frosty mist,
Deluge the whistling rock
And mortar cone walls.

In the distance,
A single powerful light is seen,
Flooding the sapphire blues of the water.
Like a mother’s soothing hand
On the back of the belligerent child
that is the sea.

A single structure
Standing in the middle of a raging sea.
Stone walls and bright light.
It leaves you wondering…
It leaves you wanting…
What mysteries do you house?
What wonders fill you?

A solitary door looms,
Like a single guard daring you to enter.
“Enter at your own peril!”
It seems to scream.
Inside, spiral stairs,
Twisting and turning like a sea-monster
Lead to rooms of glass walls.

With rotating lighting unit,
In its center,
And a walkway made of stone as old as time,
Your hands laid on intricate artwork made of metal…
The handrail.
You stare out.
From the solace of the lighthouse.

The sailor’s guiding light pierces,
Through fog saturated night air,
Showing a Squall’s violently,
Crested waters.

To one side, a cove,
Whose beaches go undisturbed.
Behind the cliff gates,
Atop which stands a silent guardian.

Protector, savior.
Staring out,
These waters are as treacherous as they are beautiful.
Swallowing sailors, old and green alike.
The guardian does not rest.
He takes no day off.
For fates rest in his hands.
The guardian makes the difference between life and death

— Albert L Swope

Poetry – Morn

Morning Sunrise


Darkness yields,

Cool winds blow,

Cross the frost.

A golden crest blossoms,

Painting the land anew,

the day breaks

Lonesome heavens

Bled reddish dawns

On mountain tops.

Woods shivered

ancient sunrise

in their slumber.

Rivers cried their mirrors

inside the endless fields

of white,

timeless morning came

to bring the temple

of dreams to life

once more.

Sacred light

filled all my scars

with warmth and love,

as our souls sung

by every angel

in the sky.

Blinded by the black

that was, the memory

of past grew silent.

And in that solitude

a whisper rose

above the stone

to call me home.


Other Poetry



Poetry – Mary Kay

Student Learning
Mary Kay


Mary Kay


The silence that echoed the room

Where kids initially will equip

The board staring so deep at me

It’s slates as empty as the wind

The playgrounds look scattered

Though it has experienced many laughs

Of kids who wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye

The summer is here am alerted

The streets to school looks deserted

The salesmen left their counter

For no one to commend their burger

Now dust finds its solace

All over the walls, even the stairways

The pipes will rest in peace

For no one to remove its clips

The sport complex

As dry as an empty can

Even the pool is without waters

For every swimmer is home for summer

The kitchen where loads of kids do gather

The rats in there now have their festivals

For no one will dare pass by

Not even a pot can dare stop them

The red bricks stand so rigid

Even though empty breath lies within the bricks

The building lies fallow, just for this bit

For very soon, new life it will receive

When off from summer the kids return bit by bit

Now Mary Kay’s spirit will rise.


Other Poetry

Poetry – CITY


O’ city majestic as man’s elusive dreams. Walls towering of concrete, and glass. Streets, and subways carry life’s blood. borders reach beyond range of eye.

Spawned of man’s labors you stand defiant of time. as light reflects from your walls. in this moment of glory, your creation is man’s finest hour.

Of late you have aged. now walls crumble upon the streets. air thick of smog and waters run foil lack of man’s labors has spawned a destruction that only the gods can surpass

— Albert L Swope

Publication Information

Publication FormPublication NamePublisherYear
Hardback BookPEGASUSNational Poetry Press1978