The Poet Society of South Carolina

“The Poet Society of South Carolina” was born over a hundred years ago. 
It was born in Charleston to keep its city aglow. 

Many readings and late-night meetings on King Street
seemed to make the Creations oh so sweet.

As time moved on, The Poet Society evolved. 
 Its aim is that every community be involved.
 
The taboo of the rich and famous having been left behind. 
We are opening new doors to the young and old, with Creative Minds. 

Where we go in the future is difficult to see. 
We are leaving it to the children of you and me. 

July 24, 2022
Mark Waldrop 

At just the Right Time 

At just the right time take time to pray
At just the right time don’t tarry or delay

At just the right time find the words that will help
At just the right time lend a hand to help

At just the right time lend a shoulder to lean on
At just the right time be there before time is gone 

At just the right time share your Love for Jesus
For this is the only way, to keep the devil from seizing us.

Free as a Bird 

Free as a bird that’s how I feel today 
Oh the freedom I feel can’t be explained away 

Freedom to Worship Freedom to pray
Freedom to do all good things today

True Freedom comes from GOD above
That’s the only place to find true love

Worldly love only lasts for a short span of time
That’s why we should rely on GODS LOVE all the time

June 22, 2022
Mark Waldrop

In the Arms of JESUS 

When I Pray by night and day
I feel Safe In the Arms of Jesus

When I walk with HIM night and day
I feel safe in the Arms of JESUS

When I’m tired and weary and lay my head down to sleep
I feel safe in the Arms of JESUS

When I wake up alert and ready for the day
I feel safe in the Arms of JESUS

When I grow old and feeble 
I feel safe in the Arms of JESUS 

When I walk through the Valley of Death
I feel safe in the Arms of JESUS

When I reach That Golden Shore 
I will be safe in the Arms of Jesus
Resting there Forevermore 

Ivory Towers

Kings sit in Ivory Towers toiling away
While the peasants in the field work hard every day

Getting no recognition for the work they do
If only someone knew, their spirits it would renew

One day news comes to leave their peaceful fields
To take up arms with their spear and shield

Not knowing where they are going or the reason why
They march from their peaceful fields only to die 

It does not seem anyone should have such power
To send some to die in such a black hour