Never got to say all I needed too..
Motionless words as this bird flew..
Now I look out my window to reach
I talk to the sky and send feelings
that are kind..
On a quiet night when your thoughts
Out your window they fly with no harm
If you smile for no reason, I'll know why..
Maybe just a few have reached your eyes..
For PD's contest... The reason I picked this piece is because this past month I was able to hear from this lady for whom I wrote this piece about.. I emailed it to her and she was so grateful that I still cared enough to write for her..It gave us closer and helped us both realize why we are better where we are now... love doesn't stop it just gets transformed into a better friendship...
I shivered and watched him as the snow fell
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!
Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.
This complex multiple of nature lives
In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!
Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!
Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.
Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.
Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.
Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.
A donor card was his only ID.
No name--just a wish--was all they could see.
Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."
*For Michael's "No Names on This Love Contest"
All the colors that my eyes see
Seem to become a part of me
The red that bleeds my angry days
The gray that shades my darkest ways
The green forest that brings me ease
The purple tracks from my disease
Toni’s black outfit fills my nights
Faith is now my pillow of white
Colors lead to one conclusion
The rainbow is God’s illusion
Through the rainbow what my eyes see
I perceive immorality
For within the words that I write
The will in man to face the fight
To change his life and learn to be
A child of God proud and free
Everyone perceives, as they will
I can only write what I feel
I feel these colors in my soul
God’s rainbow leads to streets of gold
Of all I do and all I see
These colors bring me harmony
Harmonic balance brings me peace
For all my dreams are now in reach
Protected by the flaming sword
I accept Christ to be my Lord
Of all I do and all I feel
I am a servant to his will
It is the Lord who yields my pen
All the glory I give to him
In my words can you not perceive?
Gods rainbow truly brings me ease
Harmony now lives in my soul
See serving God has made me whole
Today I wondered about the rain....
....I wanted it to rain again
The beauty of a chopped up sea
Cobalt turquoise harmony
Warm winds blow indigo Cirrus
Thunder crashes intensely furious
Golden skies mixed crimson setting
West I admire rain-clouds shedding
I miss that smell of rain and sea
With loud cracks of lightening~
Gems rolling against the sand
Treasures kept ....cupped in a hand
Walking along a wondrous fate
Losing my spirit ....I learned to hate
Focusd on a thought or a specific date
I felt sad inside...to have lost my mate
Finding myself in a storm cloud made
An impermeable will and internal shade
I've finally met the marvelous Sea
Stepping along the beach with me....
Had I stayed in my own little storm
Completely compelled to die or conform
I would not have come to realize...
...cannot touch today's skies
By Jane Bowen
I thought one day that I would surely die,
But that was before Jesus, heard my despairing cry.
I knew that only He would have the answer,
For that dread disease we know as cancer.
I fell down at His feet and started praying,
Knowing He would hear what I was saying.
I said dear Lord, a sinner I have been,
And something happened in my life just then.
I prayed from a broken heart that I wouldn't leave life lost,
That He would save my soul regardless of the cost.
He cleansed my heart making it white as snow,
Now ever onward in His name I'll go.
He healed my body making it good as new,
Because He had a job for me to do.
The job He gave for me to do that day,
Was to witness to the lost along life's way.
He took the tongue that I so long abused,
And gave me in its place a tongue unused.
He placed sweet peace and joy within my sinful heart,
Causing me to wish I'd known Him from the start.
Call me whatever to suit your moods
Lay me out with cuss words, “give me the goods”
Scandalize my name every place you go
“It’s a dog eat dog world” but I hate that flow
So scatter your venom to the four winds of earth
Burn the night oil you may hang in dirt
While hours creep I lie comfortable in my bed
Dead to this world, I fall asleep, well fed
Like a kid after a long, hot day in the pool
In “the dog days of summer”, keeping cool
Each day with a clean heart, I go on my way
Often, “happy as a flea in a dog house”, I stay!
My preference sometimes is to “let sleeping dogs lie”
As this is one baggage, I will not carry ‘til I die
No lasting affect do your words have on me
Wishing you and yours only the best, you see
I know who I am, and keep malice at bay
Fervently I believe that “ every dog has its day”
Fear not the violent storm
I am comfort safe and warm
Treasure all you hold so dear
Taste the memory of a falling tear
Never forget things of the past
Let their wind fill your mask
Hold your course steady and true
Be the person I see in you
Through out your journey never fear
Know in your heart that I am near
Never more than a whisper away
I'll always hear what you pray
I am the beacon, "The beacon of light"
Guiding you through this stormy night
I realize you are tired and sore
Come maroon your ship up on my shore
And after this storm has had its way
Tomorrow will be a much nicer day
A day for you to sit and write
Of the comfort found in a, "beacon of light"
The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away
Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can
For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history
Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss
I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way
Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head
While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul
He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?
As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb
And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn
This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts
Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free
Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind
I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay
Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me
I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet
I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”
And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb
Synopsis: The events in this poem never actually happened. I wrote this in a metaphor to
express what was going on at the time.
The stage lights up,
The curtains rise.
I raise my head,
And look in your eyes.
Sounds come through,
The music plays.
This song's for you,
You're in a daze.
The crowd is vast,
The fans are crazed.
You're leaving fast,
You looked amazed...
I keep on singing,
I don't understand.
Your ears are ringing,
I look at the band.
They're still playing,
I walk off stage,
Drop the mic,
I'm running for you,
And you look back,
You keep walking,
It feels like a smack.
I know you don't like it,
When i leave,
Pick up the mic,
And make you grieve.
There isn't much time,
At all anymore,
To see you be mine.
The music took o'er.
You couldn't take it,
Thats why you left.
I know I missed.
I know you planned,
And I ignored.
Now I'm banned,
From entering your door.
I finally catch up,
Tell you I'm sorry.
You give me a hug,
That night so starry.
I left the band,
We both kissed again.
I hope you understand,
I loved you more then.
Lord Jesus, I have a prayer
and I want You to hear it.
I really need Your love
and I need the Holy Spirit.
There is really one thing
that You can do for me.
Help me go way back.
Deep in my memory.
Help me remember the hurt
and help me remember the pain.
Help me remember how it felt
and help me remember from where it came.
Release me from these chains.
Help me crawl out of this hole.
Heal me Lord Jesus,
from what the bitterness stole.
I lost so many years
that I will always regret.
Take away the pain and hurt.
I want to forgive and forget.
I also ask You, oh Lord,
as You return what I lost.
Help me remember also
all the pain that I caused.
Is there anyone I hurt.
Someone I'm not even aware.
Help me remember them Lord.
I need to show them I care.
Let them know that I'm sorry
for everything that I've done.
Please God, I ask their forgiveness
in the name of Your Son.
If there's anyone I've hurt,
Jesus, please help me to understand
that I need to heal that hurt
that was done at my hand.
I ask to be forgiven Lord,
and I pray You help me forgive.
I want to turn the pain and hurt into love,
so I can finally live.
Bitterness creates an empty heart
and as you pray to the Father above,
say, "Jesus please take our empty hearts
and fill them up with Your love.