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Details | Epic | |

The Truth Room

Come with me my Brother,
to a secret place where Light and Shadow line the face with fear and grace,
leave sophmoric style, wry smile and sly bile on the road of your forgotten mile,
sick sarcasm is the symptom of envy, a pet to your heart destroyer,
such artifice and malice have no language in this room of roasted dreams,

Enter through the damaged door, touch the destruction of vandals,
you have never been here before, where gold blood cuts the floor,
do you see how the walls move like squalls at our approach,
feel how they tell stories with the sensations of defeat, anxiety, impropriety,
in here we witness a collection of seperate yet synthesized segments of Self,
childhood torment, shallow manhood, virility limp as stolen victory,
underachievement, the underbelly of your arrogance, flacid like placid passion,

We journey further into this gallery of emotional gallows
smelt by the hurt of innumerable adavances
repelled by the demands of Quality,
you will writhe wildly
from the harrowing healing leeching into your concepts of self control,
graceful in absorbtion of Truth's attrition,
fruitless ambition shall now cling as cleaving contrition,
your face Brother, look long into the shimmer of sorrow become the old,
tattooed you are like a snake's skin checkered and beautiful
with scaled episodes of submission and aggression, dying to be Divine,
I want you to know that there is no exit of ease from this place Brother,
we trek within your very Soul,
this is the home and harbor of everything you've decided to be,
there are other rooms here, some of joy and some of strife,
but you leave not the Truth Room of your anger
until the Light finds no fault in your intention -

J.A.B.


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


Details | Elegy | |

My Return To Normandy

High on the Normandy cliffs
Looking out over Pointe du Hoc
As cold Atlantic winds whisper out
The names of the brothers I left behind
Now only fine marble monument shadows
Dot the trenches and empty emplacements 
As the final testimony of the fallen
Still ringing frightened with those desperate voices
Proclaiming both their lives and death
That they were ever here…

In the emerald hills of Collville Sur Mur
I can still hear the phantom naval shells screaming
Underneath the crying of men
Pulverized and dying in their comrades arms
All for the belief of the land from which they hail
While the roaring waves wash the still bloody sands
In and endless and rending cycle
That silent cacophony of brother and foe
Call out to me still for comfort and aid
Asking only to be remembered…


Details | Rhyme | |

An Oracle '' a cautionary tale''

An Oracle, ‘’ a cautionary tale’’

The man was called upon to help he went, heart full of love, not his own 

but (put there) questions and laughter..are  (you surely sent) then test the

spirits was a teaching the ‘‘executive Minister’’ applied, an overriding

rule his intent! Journey down to a little old hall, seemed to rub them up

wrong yet trying  (to answer that call) started to early was often the slot

to preach, a new understanding of Christians this treatment did teach, as

the Deacon changed leaders amid small slights and large. Till late in 1991

the Holy spirit took charge..! Psalms 36 verses 1 to seven thru, (n k j)  

taking this note to the executive was what he must do, and feeling in a

a condition of de ja vue, just wrote outreach name  not feeling worthy

and not wanting to lay blame. 3 months later the Deacon saw red, took

a knife half cut off brother in laws finger a shame,  step down the testing 

preacher  then said, still attending church meetings and opening halls

rolls 10 years on, & the full fulfilment now calls. His son argues with blood

uncle.. Ex-Deacon arrives kills this brother with a shotgun over another

he drives, also shoots him a no more (progeny shot) then he goes to the

slammer to await his lot.!







Copyright Joe Maverick 2011  
For the Glory of God & ^Rick Parise’s Oracle contest, I see that this 
Contest was not the idea of a man. But Rick is being used to set the
Stage to show Gods prophetic power, the above is a true story I knew
All of the people involved, I believe that this contest fits the saying
That all hidden things will be brought into the light, I have no
Personal knowledge of Rick, yet you would be forgiven for thinking  we have  
dreamed this opportunity up..! (I submit this work as Gods entry)



   


Details | Rhyme | |

God Gave Us Brothers And Sisters For A Reason

God Gives Us Brothers and Sisters For A Reason!

God gives us brothers and sisters for a reason!
As children, we have each other, throughout the seasons!

We laugh and play together and do all sorts of things…
Often not realizing what the future of life brings!

As kids, we often share whatever life may give us!
And stick together, no matter what trials may face us!

But, as we grow older, too often, we part separate ways.
And lose any contact with each other for countless days!

I’ve seen all kinds of things tear families all apart.
Often, there’s some kind of
 unforgiveness of the heart!

If you, and your siblings, have reached a separation…
May you seek Jesus for
a Godly reconciliation!

As family, whatever divides, must be lifted up in prayer!
Where two or three are gathered…  God is there!

Just think about what the family unit has become!
The love of Jesus must be what binds us all as one!

Getting along as a family, is more than just a “feeling!”
The blood of Christ needs to bring an “inner healing!”

The family that each of us have,
 may not be here tomorrow!
Are you one who’s holding on to bitterness and sorrow?

May the words of Christ help us all to get along!
That through HIM, our families
will be STRONG!

By Jim Pemberton   10/20/13


Details | Free verse | |

Murderapolis Streets, Claim Two More Young Heartbeats

Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
smiles
sit, talk, get to know me 
a while
for I am not my skin and 
even though the tan pigment
runs deep
I am my heart, thoughts
and actions,reflection of
company
I keep
A car accident took
my Homies brother this morning
and as we sit and talk to him
now, through faded room mourning
Young man, stole pop’s keys
from sleeping pockets
joy riding with friends
headlights beaming, MN
summer star sky gleaming
Dad's unaware, boy & friends left
 till woke, by early morn’ meeting
God opened the skies and took
two good ones away
I felt it rained, clouds crying briefly
for them today
70 miles an hour, Murderapolis streets
took two good homies heartbeats
jus’ a mile away, a close
friend heard the tires screech
Driver yells to him, “get a knife & cut me out!”
Neighbor, like doe eyes in headlights
filled with doubt
ends up dying after all
at the hospital
down 29th Ave and McKinley St.
Two of the Five Souls involved
God, now, does keep
I recall seeing the drivers smile
less than one week ago
why Mista Watkins & White Jr.
was it yo’ time to go
your loved ones may never know
We don’t always understand
the Lords plan
but He surely knows
heartache and sorrow
is how July fourteenth does go
two significant young Southside sons 
at 3:30 am, drove into a utility pole
crushed glass ridden streets
two homies, with us no mo’
I pray Jesus be with them
and theirs
as they grieve, and friends
surround them with the love
they need
car accidents & tragedies
like these
close to home to you
tend to place things in perspective
defrost a persons mind
set it into view
cuz’ its not about the color, of
your skin, or where you came from
it’s the way you impact the world
in the end, who you’ve grown to
become
the lives lost, were good peoples
Stood for good values like Church steeples
vibrant athletic youths of the future
barely 14 & 17, gone too soon
I hear the sad, cry, lonely night of our
Loon
Murderapolis streets, claim
two more young heartbeats
you will forever be remembered
and loved, keep an eye on us
from above, we know you’re
in a better place, were all running
an impossible to win race
for we all have a time card to punch
under the Lords undying grace
your Influence and charm, young men
is locked within us
Safe
and we shall all party again
in the Kingdom of Heaven
our final resting Place

7/15/2010: R.I.P.- Patrick Watkins (17) & Duane White Jr. (14)- South Side, Minneapolis, MN
you are forever loved and missed, but not forgotten, watch us from Heaven, Amen


Details | Rhyme | |

I Know Of Someone Holding Unforgiveness


I Know of Someone Holding Unforgiveness! I know of someone holding unforgiveness! This has led to a life of much bitterness! Toward his brother, he’s held on to a grudge. From his viewpoint, he won’t even “budge.” No matter what God’s word has clearly spoken… He’s walked with a heart that’s been broken! His son prayed that God would speak to him! That he would forgive, so God could heal him! Forgiveness is a powerful thing to do! If you want God’s mercy to flow through you! We’re not called to “hold back,” the love God’s given! Through Christ shed blood… We’re all forgiven! May the love of Christ come and touch us! It’s no secret how much God really loves us! Please come Lord Jesus! And touch our soul! May we express your love, wherever we go! May God’s gentle love, be what always binds us! HIS words; “love one another,” do remind us! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


Details | Blank verse | |

Every Veteran Is A Casualty

Every veteran is a casualty
Whether it’s in body, mind or spirit.
Because War is the worst obscenity,
Ruining both General and Private.
Until War becomes an anachronism, 
We’ll  feel  always threatened by:  anarchy,
Fundamentalism, imperialism,
Terrorism,  and social entropy.
So we fight because were patriotic,
Or to secure our standard of living.
Feeling traumatized and idiotic--
Since we survived, there is no forgiving.
We can’t escape our fear of “the others”
Until all men see themselves as brothers.


Details | Free verse | |

Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Ballad | |

A Better Life...

A Better Life

I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,

Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,

What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,

Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,

She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,

They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,

Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,

Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,

There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,

I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win, 

And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,

So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,

I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,

To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.


Details | Alliteration | |

Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

When You Get There

Well....... Here we are , we have finally reached that day,
When  you and I would finally be parting our ways ,
   I believe  little brother it has come  way to soon  , 
Aways thought it would be me  and it turned out to be you.
   This is something that we could have nevber known,
Just never doubted it would be me that was first to go.
   Forget all your troubles and all the reason's why ,
And all the times we had when you were alive.
   Saying our goodbyes for the very last time ,
Makes it hard for me to hold back the tears in my eyes.
   Soar with the wings that were made from your Dreams,
Say goodbye to your  worries and troubles just enjoy being.
  When you get there open your eyes will you please,
And when you get there will you hug Mama for me.
  My thoughts will be with you for the rest of my days,
I will always stand tall please hear what I say .
  When you get there.
Tac.  


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Samaritans

Joanna Davis

How much are you… willing to give?
Lay down your life so they may live.
In this cold world when passions flame
burns so bight beneath your name.

I still believe in what your said…
that time will come in days ahead
when love and hope will rule the day
Hate is forced to run away.

I look for your face, you hold my hand
Give me the grace to understand
Tell me now, what I should do?
Strength of will to see it through

Justice cowers, forced to hide
Too afraid to step outside
Could you stand firm of foot and say
I'll not let fear get in my way?

When a cold white world freezes the truth
Stillborn’s the child and stunts the youth?
Justice is blind, for if she saw, 
She’d cry her eyes till they were raw. 

I know you not; you know me less 
With broken bone do I confess
Sightless eyes feel the pain,
of ruptured heats and punctured vain.

Sole less; heatless, skeletal, carcass. 
Statue standing, arms erect
Belches out the crown’s reject. 
Justice tight shuts her sight from view
With all that blood...well wouldn’t you?


Details | Rhyme | |

My Brother Needed Prayer

My brother came to me, desperate for prayer! Filled with hopelessness and despair! I reached out to him to begin to pray… But I couldn’t find any words to say! The Holy Spirit began tugging at my heart within… Convicting me of holding on to a “secret sin.” THIS SIN, God told me I must first let go, For this was eating at my soul! My prayer life had been such a mess! I repented! And to God… I confessed! I called out to Jesus’ precious name! Inviting him into my heart to reign! On bended knees before my Lord I began to bow, My prayer was going to be answered… Somehow! The prayer request for my brother Was going to be met! For God has never failed me YET! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus, I Pray For My Brothers


Jesus, I Pray for My Brothers! Years ago, I suggested to my brothers that we pray. They simply laughed at what I had to say! I thought it would be good to get together... That God's love would bind our hearts forever! Division took place and took the "upper hand." I don't think they'd listen or even understand! Over the many years that just went on by... They never once took the time to say; "hi!" Even though they never once seemed to care. I decided to take some time in deep prayer! It was like they would make fun of what I said. At times, maybe they wished I were "dead." At this time, there's a strong and powerful force That's blowing their lives are way off course! I pray that God's spirit will get a hold of them! And let them now how much he loves them! I pray that God's love will be the glue that binds them! May God's mercy and joy be what finds them! I pray that evil will not find it's way in their home! And they would allow Jesus to rule on their "throne." Even though they tried to cast me off, as a "fool." It's God's words, in their lives, that must rule! Jesus can turn around even the worst situation! By the power of his glory and resurrection! Please, dear lord, bind them forever as won! Bless their home! Their daughters and sons! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Brother Needs Prayer

I Have A Brother That Needs Prayer!

I have a brother that really needs prayer!
When it comes to God, he doesn’t care!

He’s living a life by his own set of rules.
And thinks Christians are a bunch of “fools.”

The only thing that seems important to him…
Are the things in life that are close to him.

Wandering down a path that he chooses…
The one he’s chosen… It’s him that looses!

Please, dear Jesus, keep him in your care!
Wherever he goes…  I know you are there!

You are the one that my brother needs to come to!
No matter the false “dreams” he may run into!

Please dear Lord…  Protect from all harm!
May he seek the strength of your loving arms!

May your voice beckon the master’s call!
He really does need YOU after all!

By Jim Pemberton   




Details | Fibonacci | |

Ruthless Deceptions

Lies
told
to self.
In spite of 
one’s own inner voice
you deceive more than just one’s self.
Creating doubt in Ye making some become lost souls.
Always is the enemy on the hunt destroying life within creates in you sin


Details | Rhyme | |

Does Family Really Matter Anymore


A family had a wedding...  The brother wasn’t invited.
The fact they didn’t want him,.. 
Was already decided!

When asked why his name had been “omitted.”
It was because of past wrongs he had committed.

The words spoken, one could hardly believe it!
Any kind of forgiveness? 
 They didn’t receive it!

How many times are loved ones not
 invited to “family occasions.”
Often times, families listen to “outside persuasions.”

Someone does something, 
that may not be liked.
Then they’re often told to “go take a hike!

No wonder why many families 
battle one another!
They have failed to truly love each other!

As we continue to see families drift apart.
This often leads to a wounded 
and broken heart!

Christ gave us his best!  
When we were at our lowest!
A life of mercy and forgiveness…  
He wants to show us!

If we can’t treat one another
 as Christ commands…
Then HIS way of family living….  
We’ll never understand!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm so Thankful For My Father

Lord…  I’m Thankful For My Dad!

Lord, during this special day, I’m so glad…
For giving to me such a special dad!

He’s been very thoughtful and kind!
Fathers like him are very hard to find!

I remember growing up with my brothers…
He was special to us, like “no other!”

As a young boy, he taught me God’s ways.
And I’ve kept it throughout my days!

I’ve often sought his advice and counsel…
Especially when life 
was looking “awful!”

He was there to give support
 the best he could.
Trying to help the best way
 he understood.

I suppose now that I’m growing old…
I’m remembering more things that my dad told!

“My father is one in a million.”
 Is what I believe.!
Many blessing from him
 I have received!

May the blessings of God daily surround him!
I’m so thankful that my mother found him!

Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this!
May his days ahead be happy
 and blessed!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

I Think of a Time When I Was Young


I can think of a time, when I was young.
I was growing up and having fun! 
I remember how excited I was to have a t.v.
There were my brothers, my parents and me!
I remember at about the age of ten.
My dad thought going to the theater was a “sin.”
There were many things 
that as young man…
 I later began to see, and understand!
My parents shared God’s love the best they could!
And I read the Bible and was trying to be “good.”
I had my troubles…  And problems bear...
But I had a family, and much prayer!
The truth of God’s word helped sustain me!
I knew how much he really loved me!
My parents, may seem like they were “old fashioned.”
They loved their kids!  With a Godly compassion!
I’m thankful to be blessed with a Godly love!
My family was a treasure from heaven above!
I think about today, and how things go wrong.
Many families don’t seem to “get along!”
I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together!
May we all serve him!  Today, and forever!
His love must be the cord that binds!
His will must be the focus of our minds!
May the presence of God bind us as one!
Every mother, father, daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton


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Betwixt Bars

Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...

But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;

But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars

You cannot hide

From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,

But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.


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A Son Who Turned His Back On God


I know of a son who turned his back on the God he once knew!
Praying for him, was all that his family could hope to do!

The truths taught to him as a child, he now began to reject!
Spending an eternity without God…  He refused to accept!

He told his friends, about his “newfound theology.”
It sounded like he found some new kind of psychology.

Rather than accept the truth of God’s word, as he would find.
He would twist scripture to fit his own state of mind!

He would say; “the God of heaven and hell doesn’t exist.”
“It doesn’t matter how you live!”  Is what he’d insist!

He rejected God’s gift and wonderful plan of salvation…
And chose to believe “whatever fit his own situation.”

I began to see his life sputter from a hurtful heart.
It just seemed like everything around him “fell apart.”

God wanted to help, but he didn’t believe he needed him!
God was there!  But he made it clear that he didn’t believe him!

Many years went by, and this son started growing old.
He became a bitter and broken person, I’ve been told!

He did his best to remove God from his family and home.
Now, it was just him!  And he was all alone!

Then one night, he cried out and called on Jesus’ name!
And confessed of all of his sin, guilt and shame!

This son, who had drifted from God for so many years…
Was filled with a true love, and a joy that brought tears!

He had returned to God!  And God changed him!
God will always be faithful!  And will never leave him!

Won’t you too, accept the life that God wants to give you?
He can change your life!  Just because he LOVES YOU!

By Jim Pemberton   


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to one who was never born

to one who was never born 


I cannot fit you amongst dead sisters; 
put you to sleep with humming lullaby.

I cannot, for you 
have never been born.

Mapping a womb sometimes reveals you, 
coiling, illusory and innocent.

Just any womb 
carrying a girl.

You seem iridescent midst mother’s warmth; 
it means nothing to you, if you may

never be born as
my little sister

whom I have not put to sleep with a song.


© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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dead letter mail

the evening was a beautiful blue
when i got home from my workday

i went to the mailbox, retrieved a pile
and quickly perused the stack

i saw it quickly and was surprised,
my brother got a "handwritten note"

no return address, i noted,
yet it all returned, flooding back to me, 
the pain, the grief, the gladness,
all the stages of grief and life.

i held it up to the light, to candle it,
like a fresh egg from an older time

it was, as i suspected, a sales promo,
for foundation repair or perhaps 
for whole life insurance, or some
equally ironic useless instrument as,
my brother has been dead for many years.

i smiled, after the startle had subsided,
knowing, remembering, how my brother 
would have reacted, with a wry comment,
and perhaps a joke about always hoping 
he'd leave a forwarding address.

i got to thinking...do the dead, 
just like us, long for a note, a letter, 
some quickly dashed off postcard? 
"Having a time of it here, wish we could talk.".

perhaps, a little something 
with cologne-sprayed paper, 
or a glittered envelope,
or more my siblings style, with
some hot habanero, or heritage 
cantaloupe seeds inside. - 
just a quick note that says 
"You are remembered, and missed".

{looking up}
"i'd like a fifty-cent postcard, 
and a book of forever stamps please."

© Goode Guy 2013-05-13


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Cold Blooded Genocide

                      *Cold Blooded Genocide (The Urban Wars Collection 1989)


What's the matter if a brother wants to wear red, black, or blue?
It ain't nothing but a color brother 
Chill and socialize...Hang up your guns and don't commit cold blooded 
You owe it to yourself to be around... Sporting the good life... Hi-rolling you 
know. 
Now go another way and when you arrive at the other side...
Be what may... look back and say...
I remember when I became a man and decided to survive, by not committing 
cold blooded genocide... Its just like suicide!

*This is the first poem from the Urban Wars Collection. (1989) The newspaper 
listed all of the children that had been killed due to drive by shootings. The 
article featured a child who attended the same church I went to at that time. I 
still see that little boys face today.

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I Know of A Brother Who's Lost And Confused


I know of a brother, who’s lost and confused… Many of his relationships, he’s already “abused.” He’s not really sure, which direction he’s going… There’s a lot of wise advice, that he’s ignoring! He’s choosing to ignore the God who loves him. And refuses to acknowledge how much he needs him! He decided to leave his family behind him… Perhaps, one day, they’ll be able to “find him!” I pray for this dear brother! He needs prayer! I know that wherever he goes… God is always there! Please, dear Jesus, touch him with your kindness! Without YOU dear lord… He’s walking in blindness! No matter where he goes… Which path is taken! God will always love him! He’s never forsaken! The words of God, must somehow get his attention! To give him a clear path, and a godly direction! May the love of Christ, get a hold of his heart! Coming to Jesus, is a good place to start! Whatever this brother does, or where he goes… Only the righteousness of God, can make him whole! Dear Lord… Be with my brother! That he may know you! During the journey of life, may he learn to trust you! The path of God’s footsteps, gives one a true meaning! May this brother acknowledge God! And start believing! By Jim Pemberton


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Updated Bio

Dane 
Short, sensitive, long-suffering, loving
Sister of: Ray and Charme, who are strong, precious, and amazing. 
Lover of: Right Choices, Loyal friendships, and my soul mate, Ingrid. 
Who feels peaceful, loved by many, and ecstatic in nature’s embrace, 
Who fears unintentional hurt, oversights, and misunderstandings! 
Who would like to see: world peace, family together, and more poetry
Resident of Live Oak, Florida 
Smith-Johnsen

January 31, 2011

If you are a member of my facebook Poet group, please post your Bio there, too.  It is the morning 
challenge.  I want to know you better.  Thanks for your friendship...everyone!  Lovingly, Dane Ann


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I Am So Very Thankful

I’m So Very Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for!


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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


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gladiator

our skills..talents..gifts,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate  crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live


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Absorbing

I saw you today On this day I feel new No longer blue, or sad or any of those emotions I sometimes have There was some forgiveness, in your voice Those words danced on the lobes of my ears I was quiet too the moment absorbing Then the tears You said, I believe you


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My Scars

We were both 16, we shared many firsts with each other. First girl I ever kissed, First person outside of family that I told "I love you" to and we took each others virginity. We were both young and foolish but to this day I still say I honestly loved you. The day you told me you never cared for me the day when you told me it was all just a game was the day I cut my first scar into my arm. I knew you longer then my own brother. We were best friends grew up together, we even got a house when we both left the "nest". Those were the best 3 years of my life we became brothers we became blood. The last day we ever talked is the saddest day in my life, even to this day I cry when I think about you walking away. The scar you gave me stands out from the rest, it's deeper and longer then the others. You were my star I gave you everything I had. I would of walked through the pits of hell just to see your smile. I thought you were the one, I thought we had a future and would be together forever. But one day I came home early to surprise you with this ring, yes I was going to ask you to marry me. When I walked into the house my heart was shattered and blown away by the wind. The image of the two of you is burned into my brain I did not say a word just dropped the ring on the floor and walked right back out the door. The pain of the knife cutting into my arm shocks me out of my thoughts. I watch the blood begin to drip onto the floor this makes 13. 13 scars on my arm


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Lord Please Help My Brother


Lord, please help my brother
 who’s very confused.
He feels that through life… 
He’s been hurt and abused!

He needs you much more than he’s 
willing to confess…
He’s living the kind of life that  
brings a lot of stress!

Many wicked and evil thoughts 
have entered his head…
Many lies from the devil is 
what he’s been fed!

I know you can do for him
 what you did for me!
By the power of your blood… 
 He can be FREE!

I pray that your spirit and word 
will convict him!
May he open up his heart and let
 you change him!

In YOU he can find a love this 
world could never give!
You bring true peace and joy 
and the power to forgive!


By Jim Pemberton


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Waiting On Decision



       ------
    Why wait...
Don't just lay back
And form your own
       Opinion
Don't let some-one
      Else, make
 The final decision
          -Or'-
  To say the least
  Have to give you
      Permission

            GF


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SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


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Many Families Are In Difficult Situations

I’ve seen many families in difficult situations!
Often ending up in lies and false accusations!

I’ve seen many families stray way off course…
And tragically, often, end up in a divorce!

I’ve seen the hardships that many families endure.
Their faith has often been shaken. 
 That’s for sure!

I’ve seen many families trying to give 100 percent.
And then wondering where all of their time went!

I’ve seen all these things happening
 and much more!
I have wondered; “what is all of this happening for?”

I’ve just one thing to say in this “chaotic confusion.”
Only the blood of Jesus gives
 any hope or solution!

It’s only in his word, we’ll find a godly direction!
His Holy Spirit can give true and loving correction!

May we seek his spirit to bind us all together!
And pray for his blood for our protection forever!

Please come Lord Jesus, and refresh our soul!
We need you right now, to make us whole!

Please touch our heart, and make us all one!
And heal every father, mother, daughter and son!

Please help us to watch what we’ll do and say!
You can turn our darkest night
 into the brightest day!

By Jim Pemberton


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Why Did I Give In To Temptation

Giving In To Temptation...

I remember of a particular situation.
I was offered a very "inviting" temptation.

The situation I was in... I didn't belong!
And lost any sense of 
"right and wrong."

At first... I felt no guilt or shame.
And brought embarrassmen
 to my family's name.

I tried to explain this to
 my wife and kids.
I heard; "Dad... please... 
  no more fibs!"

The Godly principles were 
"tossed to the side,"
As the sin inside caused 
arrogance and pride.

Soon, all in my life that truly mattered.
Was all gone... and my life 
was empty and shattered!

I was sorry for all of the 
problems I had caused/
This time... I took a moment to pause/

I cried to God to rescue me from my sin.
And confessed.  Would God help me once again?

I read in the Bible of our
 saviour's grace and love/
This time the help I needed had 
to come from above/

I asked him for a fresh and brand new start.
He removed the stain from a broken heart.

He restored to me the joy I once had.
I'm so thankful... Jesus has made me glad!

YOU--Jesus--are the reason I'm here today!
I LOVE YOU! More than words can say!

By Jim Pemberton


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What Kind Of Life Have You Been Spending


You know that another year is ending. What kind of lifestyle have you been spending? Does it just seem like "you're walking on a cloud." "Everything's going good." You're very proud! You have a family, three cars, and much wealth. Not counting all of your friends... Plus good health. Have you thought about who made all of this possible? Jesus! You may find this to be "improbable." The Bible says that every good gift is from God on high. His word is true Don't listen to a lie! It's surely not just because of you that you have all of this. To go along in life, rather "happy and bliss." The next time you're heading out your front door. Think about the meaning of life. And what you're here for! Lay your treasures up in heaven... and you shall find. A godly contentment. True joy. And a peace of mind. The blessings of God... In you... He wants to pour. Give what you have to him... And then you'll have MORE! By Jim Pemberton


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Biker Brother

Occasionally I visit my brother and we talk upon his porch.
We were always so very different, of that you can be sure.
He was always the smartest of us and we choose two different lives.
I became a chemist while he worked on Chryslers Assembly line.

After 35 years of working he retired with full glorious benefits…
After 30 years in a corporation I lost my job and the retirement went with it.
He bought a Harley while I looked for a job at the computer where I sit.
See… I told you he was smarter… but we were different, just a bit…

I was always very conservative, but actually he was in many ways, too.
But his life was different… as I stayed at home… he went to biker bars.
He listened to their bands and music while sipping on a beer…
While I watched movies at home while I sipped a soda I held dear.

I looked him up on facebook just the other day…
And I found a biker babe nestled there… on his lap to stay.
At first I almost choked on my soda as I set it on it’s coaster stand…
But he looked very happy with absolutely every thing in hand…

Both of us raised good kids… we’re just a little different, you can see…
He ties his long gray hair back… mine I cut and dye with glee.
But while we sit upon his porch swing we never fail to happily talk…
Perhaps we have something in common… amazingly, after all.


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I am Man


When those words are spoken, written, to be a man or not,
Buzz says the bee, to discover what is he?
When the vortex of brains come calling all to reveal plots,
On dripping lips with open mouths that are caves of echoes, opened with skeleton 
keys,
The makeup of a man with gray and white matter speaking to him,
Seats of consciousness much more grandeur than the largest auditorium,
Fleshy pods of minds, bodies, and souls, that are glass snakes with broken penis 
limbs,
Regeneration of anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and love trapped in the hearts 
sunless atrium,
Driving on streets with war bonnets making exchanges with Julius Cesear in the 
passenger seat,
Boxing wrongs reminding us that we are men, and men we are,
Love letters from Sappho, slapping vulnerability, and veneered with eroticized heat,
Ermine men with life lessons spitting out the memories of nightmares,
Graveyards of bones with worm infested skulls, and dreams at rest,
 To be a man in life, to be a man in death, here, and there, he must live or die the 
noblest. 


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On the degradation of family values (by the homosexual agend

My mom is a rosebush
lovely and red
but if you are careless
you’ll wind up quite dead.

My dad is a slide rule
useful and endearing
whose entire career
has been engineering.

My bro is a penguin
laid-back and cool
who hangs out with buddies
his size up at school.

I am a journal 
tucked out of sight
listening, watching
more chapters to write.

We are four
corners of a square
connected by thin lines
inside the same lair.


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The Only One

THE ONLY ONE

THE PRINT IS BOLD AND THE THOUGHTS I LONG TO SHARE
CAN SHATTER OUR FAR REACHING FOUNDATION
EVERYTHING IS COMING BACK AT ME
AND I’M TRYING HARD TO FIND SOME RELATION TO THIS                
  MOMENT IN MY LIFE
WHY NOW DO YOU COME TO PASS ?
CHOOSE NOW TO WAGE YOUR WAR
AM I JUST ANOTHER OF LIFE’S VICTIMS
THAT HAPPENED TO HAVE THE MARK UPON MY DOOR?

ONCE THE SECOND SON, NOW THE ONLY ONE
THE DARKENED HAND REACHES OUT TO PULL ME THROUGH
ONCE THE SECOND SON, NOW THE ONLY ONE
AND THERE IS ONLY ONE THING I CAN DO…..
 FOLLOW YOU THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE

OUT OF THE LIGHT LEFT IN MY WORLD
AND INTO THE DARK THAT IS YOUR LIGHT
WHERE ONCE I COULD SEE
NOW I AM BLIND TO PURPOSE AND REASON
AND THE BLEAKNESS OF YOUR PROMISE
FINALLY ENGULFS ME AND TRAPS ME IN…..
IN WHAT SEEMS LIKE DOOM FOREVER
THERE IS NO BLUE BEHIND THE GRAY
NO DISTANT HOPE OR PENANCE LEFT TO PRAY
THAT IN THIS LIFE I MIGHT BE SAVED

ONCE THE SECOND SON, NOW THE ONLY ONE
THE DARKENED HAND REACHES OUT TO PULL ME THROUGH
ONCE THE SECOND SON, NOW THE ONLY ONE
WITH ONLY ONE THING LEFT TO DO, FOLLOW YOU THROUGH
 TO THE OTHER SIDE…..THE DARK SIDE
OF MY IMAGINATION 


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A DEDICATION TO ALL SOUP '' FAM '' UNITED-TING

POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N' 
STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!! 
EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE 
*POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED 
COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS, 
JUST DIFFRENTLY EX* 
PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!)
WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND; 
FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE; 
WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING 
SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND:
WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED,
BUT AGAIN PICKED~UP BY A LOVING 
HANDED STRANGER IN 
STRENGTH.... AGAINST INK 
SPILLED... WHERE WE ARE TRUSTED 
IN LOYALTY AND GATHERED 
THOUGHTS TO EXPLORE THIS 
WORLD WE ONCE DESPIZED; A 
MAXIMUM EXPLOSSION OF JOY 
N' CHEER, ALL SEEMS SO 
CLEAR ON LOVE OF THE SOUP 
(*FAM..*) ATMOSPHERE* 
UNITED*TING!!! INKS PENNED;
AS ONE...COME JOIN US...

THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL 
SOUP (*FAM..*)

WRITEN BY: SWEETHEART 
CARMA 06-19-12

INSPIRED BY:
BRITTANY MaD InK CalDwELl;
PACE, G "INK-U-SCRIPT" AND;
MARLON (THE SCRIBE)...
THANK YOU DEAR POETS!!!!


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An Old Photo

That still fresh old photograph of you
astride a spotted pony, bare feet
dangling as limply as your torn dress:
the background was a high veranda,
cool green trimmed with gingerbread.

A small boy sat the animal with you --
two solemn and handsome children
upon a well-fed pony, photographed
by an itinerant in the thirties --
the time frozen as long as the picture
or our fading memories of it may last.

The boy, our brother,
did little in his forty years;
but now, we see his boy's eyes,
soft, liquid, serious, sad,
no hint of smile about them;
we weep his loss.

And you, sister:
alert, protective, girl's face
set to fend off the world --
cast so early in your role
as the family glue
holding us all together.


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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War Relived

I seem, as I truly seem,
not stating, what is, in my mind.
Experiencing am I, of a, past moment.
A moment, I just, can not leave behind.

Remembering like it, was yesterday,
again, to me, the past, seems so real.
Becoming a part, of the moment, in the role,
with the same emotions, that I feel.

Away was I, from the familiar,
upon a quest, to fight, for the free.
The honor, of wearing, a soldier uniform,
to defend, and annihilate, the enemy.

Buddies beside me, in the commotion,
us facing, the same, wrong time, and place.
Tears coming down, my very eyes,
as I now, can vividly see, his frighten face.

Because for him, the end, was coming,
as he, fought hard, during the whole attack.
He then lie there, while us, his buddies,
voraciously tried, to revive him entirely back.

Back alive, he wasn't becoming,
coming home, to those, whom loved, him all.
My thoughts, and prayers, are with his family,
to others, I've been, nothing but a brick wall.

Me dealing, with the sadness, guilt, and anger, 
together in unison, and each, now and then.
Finally realizing, by living, I shows him, love,
of him, giving his life,  from way, back when.


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The Modern Rebel

Sincere, is your intent.
Bold, is your reasoning.
Sad, are those that see
Just what you've become
Corrupt, is your decision making.
But sincere, is your intent.
Correct, is all you accept of yourself
So correct, is all you allow of yourself
Improbable, are your expectations.
Impossible by a mere human.

We all have faults.
Do not convince yourself otherwise.
For correct, is the one accepting his incorrections.
Incorrect, is the one blind to his triumphs. 
From whence you failed, you may see again;
To correct the faults, and be right at last.

Rebel not for selfishness; for your sake..
Rebel against those with unheartly intentions.
Rebel for the sake of those feeling the effects of such.
Rebel not for the sake of being a rebel,
But to correct those that fail to correct themselves.

Against the failing system,
The evil machine
The unrighteous being
The seldom unseen
The seldom unseen


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Rough Times

My husband left this life last year
Just two and a half months later
My sweet brother passed away
My best friend's husband also died

My son-in-law left my daughter
I lost my job without just cause
Two disks in my back folded
Two contractors ripped me off

My oldest brother went to jail
My sister was arrested, as well
My favorite brother was fired
From his job for working too much

I found a guy who told me lies
So I left him for another
Now, he's unable to say those things 
That I am really needing to hear

My step-grandaughter had to go
Home to live with her mother
My daughter has taken a driving job 
I will be alone for the first time ever

Now as this year winds to a close
These eighteen months that I've survived
Were harder than any other
That I have ever had to endure

Thought I couldn't make it
Thought I just might die
Felt so heartbroken 
I cried and cried

Looking back, I now can see
The strength it took to make it
Thank you Lord for being there
And for helping me to take it 



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This Brother Told Me GO AWAY

I knew of a brother, who told me; “Go away!” Throughout the years, he had nothing to say! Perhaps I should put a trophy up on his wall… It would read: “1st place for not giving his brother a call.” I’m not sure if it was something I did or said. It’s almost like he “wishes I were dead.” I wouldn’t want to be walking in his shoes! It’s him. Not me. That’s going to lose! Is “cutting someone off,” really our place? Especially those who’ve received God’s grace? Should a trophy in your home be displayed? Has God’s love in your life been portrayed? Rather than trying to give someone a “shove.” Why not take time, and show him God’s love? God’s love speaks louder than 10,000 words. Especially to the many who haven’t heard! Is there anyone whom you refuse to say; “I love you?” I pray that the love of Christ will reach you! Being an example of Christ needs to be our goal! His eternal peace and love needs to fill our soul! If you can’t forgive... You’ll neither be forgiven! Who is the Lord… Of the way you’re livin’??? By Jim Pemberton


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Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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God Is Our Refuge And Strength

God Is Our Refuge And Strength... God is our refuge and strength, in a time of trouble. He's there to pick me up... when I fall and stumble. I will not fear, though the whole earth be shaken. And the mountains be thrown into the ocean's deep basin. Though the waters roar, and the trees shake with fear; I am never alone.... for God is always near.. There is a river, whose streams bring forth gladness. God is in it's midst and brings true happiness. Let the heathen rage... and the whole earth melt too. The Lord of hosts is with us, and shall protect YOU! Behold his works... and see what he has made. He has caused wars to cease... & destroyed weapons displayed. Be still... He is God and is exalted to glory up on high. He is our protector. He is El-Shadaii! The Lord of hosts is with us... all of heaven does proclam. The awesome power and glory there is... in HIS majestic name! By Jim Pemberton Psalm Ch. 46


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Brothers

Brothers


When I look back on my childhood, I recall what it was like growing up with a brother.  He was five years my senior, so agreement on social issues was usually open to discussion.  Like when I would be crying and my mother would ask "Why are you crying" and I would say "He hit me".  Turning to my brother, she would ask " Why did you hit your brother" and he would say "He looked at me" which, to him, was a perfectly valid explanation.  But, there were also the paybacks like when my Mom would ask "Where's your brother" and I would say "He's up in the tree you told him not to climb".  

As difficult as the art of negotiation was, the funny thing is, I always wanted to be with him, much to the chagrin of he and his friends.  Being so much smaller, when teams were chosen for touch football, "touch" being open to interpretation, I was always chosen last, if at all.  And on those occasions when I didn't make the cut, I would go home and tell Mom the kids were being mean to me.  She would sit me on the back steps with a popsicle, and with sticky hands and heavy heart, leave me to contemplate the injustices of my world and eventually come to realize they weren't really all that bad.

When my brother left for college, my initial reaction was one of joy since I would be the benefactor of his bed and his radio.  Life was going to be good until, of course, he actually left. Life changed overnight, and although the loss was temporary, it was the first that I had suffered.  Possession of the things he left behind became symbols, that I valued not because they were mine, but because they had been his. Something I didn't even know existed had been lost.

As we grew to adulthood, each marrying and challenging life independently, we very seldom wrote or called.  We met mostly through occasions of necessity as with the funerals of our parents.  It was odd to find we had not much in common, until our conversations turned to when we were kids. Instantly we shed the years of absence and talked freely and with joy about those times.

Today we are on the last laps of our journeys, with more years behind us then ahead.  But even though our paths were varied, the bond of birth burns within us still.  When I recall our youthful years together, and ask myself why he is so special, I have to steal the phrase that he once used.  “He looked at me”.  I guess that's what big brothers do.


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I Know of Someone Going Through A Discouraging Time

Going Through A Discouraging Time… I know of someone going through a discouraging time. Thoughts of “giving up” have entered his mind. As a young man, he tried to trust God with what he had. Now he’s upset with God. Very angry and mad. “How could God who’s so loving and faithful...” “Not help me now?” “He doesn’t seem very helpful!” Rather than trusting God with his problems and uncertainty. He missed out on God’s love, peace and tranquility! His life spiraled down, with really “no where to go.” He felt so empty, with no peace in his soul. He shifted the focus of the uncertainties in life… Blaming God for his many troubles and strife. Through the good and bad times, God is still the same... He remains faithful and true. He doesn’t change! He remains dedicated to being there… Just for YOU! His promises never change, no matter what others do! Allow him to prove his commitment to your well being! His words of life… You too can be receiving! His love for you is everlasting, and will never end. God is. And will always… Be your best friend. Please... Right now... Make the best choice! Listen to his words! And listen to his voice! He’s at your heart’s door. Waiting for an invitation... He can bring to your life completeness and restoration! By Jim Pemberton 12/04/11


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Street Smarts

There's a thing called street smarts I'm learning about.
Everyone seems to have them but I am without.

Do unto others before they do it to you.
This is their motto, it's all that they do.

I cringe when I see it, they laugh when they find
someone they call a sucker who is only being kind.

They bleed them to death then move on to another.
I guess they don't know, you should always love your brother.

They live life backwards, I guess they always will.
Look at live spelled backwards and you get evil.


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Christian Relatives


"Christian” Relatives… Dear Lord, my relatives don’t know or even comprehend… The many trials and struggles I’ve had within! They all claim to be “Christians.” This is what they say. But none of them will “give me the time of day!” Rather than offering a hand of friendship like they could… Any desire ”to get together” is clearly misunderstood! They refused to talk when I tried to give them a call. Is being a part of this “family” really worth it all??? It’s like they’re ready to “pounce on me.” “waiting for the kill…” It’s obvious they’re not doing God’s will! Lord Jesus… I’m now beginning to see… Many who claim to follow you are not what they pretend to be! When someone in the family sins. Please watch out! Loving them is what God’s FAMILY really is about! A Christian family is more than just words alone! It’s being Christ’ example... Both in and out of the home! By Jim Pemberton


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This Past Year


I think about this past year... It “came and went…” I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… “I had the world in the palm of my hand.” I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another “resolution.” I find myself with another problem with no “solution.” I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I’m going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment! There’s an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


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What If Christmas Disappeared


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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A Brother Who Let His Brother Fall



 UNSUPPORTED CODE A Brother Who Let His Brother Fall...

I knew of a Christian, who let his brother fall.
He didn't reach out to help him at all...

When his brother needed someone, he wasn't there.
He said, "why should I bother him, or even care?"

It was almost like he wished for the worst to take place.
I could see him even wear a smile on his face!

"Why should I lift a hand to help?" were the words said.
It was like he wished his brother was "better off" dead.

The anger I felt inside of me, was difficult to express!
How can he neglect his brother, and expect to be blessed?

Why does he call himself a "Christian?"
 He doesn't show it!
When it comes to love and forgiveness...
He doesn't  even know it!

What did Christ mean, when he said "love one another?"
Doesn't this include everyone?  Including our brother?

What do we expect from God? What would he say?
"You can't forgive your brother?"  "Go away!"

If we can't freely share the love God has given...
How in the world, do we expect to be forgiven?

The love of Christ must completely change us within!
So we can experience what it means to be BORN AGAIN!

Christ has given to us his love!
Nothing can compare it!
May we all receive this love, and freely share it!


By Jim Pemberton


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Obscured

Smiles hide a sadness,
a haunting madness that
runs in circles.

Things accumulate,
rise up around him
until he is safe, 
and obscured.

Unseen, unharmed,
unheard of.  

Silent cries silenced, still. 

He aches for you to hear him,
reach in and pull him
from the pit.

Take his hand, 
please. 


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My Brother

You left my brother
Came back a man
Should hear our proud father
Speak of you
How you’ve done him
And momma proud
Sister Jane and Katherine
Down the block
Never seem to have anything
But you to talk about
Oh if you only knew the loving
All the girls around here
Say you’ve missed
It’s a good bet
You’d never have left
But leave you did
Nothing can change that now
In a way it’s good to know
Exactly where you are
We need never again worry
If that old truck of yours broke down
Leaving you to walk home in the rain
It’s a good thing really
Now we can all get some sleep
Granted, not as much as you
But we will in our due time
Just want you to know
These tags of yours
Will never leave my neck
You, will never leave my heart
For no matter why you left
Or how you came back
You still are
And will always be
My brother


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Dear Brother


You speak “Do you think I care”
I begin to despair
It is so unfair
What you do to me
But why do I blame you?
This is game is not new
Its so old and cold
I wish it would dissolve
Only a warm fire
Can melt away the frost
That covers your heart
Dear brother of mine



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What If Christmas Nveer Happened

What If…   Christmas Never Happened???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


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With Christ YOU CAN Overcome

With Christ…   You Can Overcome!



One of the things I don’t understand, Is the wickedness throughout this land. I’ve often thought and have pondered. How can this evil continue much longer? It’s amazing what man will do to each other. How people treat their sisters and brothers! The Bible says that the heart is wicked above all things. We can testify to the destruction an evil heart brings! In all of this wickedness, sin and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! We’ll find eternal hope and a peace within… As we come to Christ and confess our sin! Why not allow Christ to make you complete? Lay your every burden and worry at his feet! He’ll restore your life and wipe away your tears. His perfect love will cast out your fears! He’ll restore to you, what the enemy has taken. With him by your side… You’ll not be forsaken! Your heart will be strengthened and renewed! His words of life are like “heavenly food.” By the blood of the lamb… You can overcome! Christ has the victory! The battle’s been won! By Jim Pemberton


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Tragedy---for Jon

Lost? 
Found. 
Never has life's cruel temper dealt its deceiving hand as this day 
Lost-found in a place, living know not. 
Kinship friendship - words, verbiage to describe mortal bonds 
While those of the soul grasp bonds endless and dimensionless 
Youth is but a stage of dying 
Time cruel to its very essence. Time blows through us all as our sight through glass 
Its dark fingers paint our walls and carry us to our HOLMES 
Its cruelty is its existence. Defining agony, depriving experience 
Youth felt emotion lost through existence 
Found youth soul existence beyond comprehension 
Youth to us all? Youth has been lost but found where else 
But where time confronts us all. 


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Without The Box

So, there you are
Returned from fighting another mans war
Heard you’re quite the hero
Good for you my friend
Twenty years young
Couldn’t wait
To kick some terrorist ass
And so you did
So very well indeed I hear
Now you’re back
Nothing more to kick
What are you to do with yourself
Lying there as you are
Look at all of us here
To welcome you back
Can you not hear the joy
Can you not see the happiness
Or is it all hidden behind the tears
So here you are returned
In a flawless uniform
Lying there all smug and confident
With a peaceful look
Here you are returned
Fresh off the plane
In a nice tight package
Here you are returned
To never leave again
Good to have you back my friend
Only wish it could have been
Without the box


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JESUS

He will take you higher...
further than the stars.

He knows what's in your heart...
from you He will never part.

He fights for what is right...
we are precious in his site.

He answers our good prayers...
listens to our thoughts and cares.

He is closer than a brother...
any friend, even a lover.

He saves us from all sin...
from way below and within.

He is our GOD and KING...
so praise to Him we sing.

                                              Praise and thanks to JESUS from Perri Voge


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On Leaving the Fold

Terrible atrocities,
committed.
Apostasy.
I'd never wish a death upon a friend
or those who I hold dear.

Blind logic,
steel faith.
Crying statues
full of hate.
I tell you I would never wish a harm done
but I know that it's to late.

And the one you once called son
is now the man who stands alone.
The one that lost his way,
the brother come undone.

And I know I will be let go,
except in prayers,
in hopes.
The boy that walked your path is now
cut from all of the old growth.

Careful tensions have all broke.
The wires snapped and then,
once the tents have fallen
the crowds have gone and
the shadows are deep set in.

Terrible images arrive.
In your minds eye, in mine.
What will become of that boy
the one who languishes still in sin?

Blind logic,
steel faith.
Crying statues
full of hate.
I tell you I would never wish a harm done
but I know that it's to late.

And the one you once called son
is now the man who stands alone.
The one that lost his way,
the brother come undone.


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I see beyond every boundary

Nothing should ever impede your view,
never,repeat, never stop being you,
stay strong together, the many and the few,
and let go of forever, for each day is new!

All is out there, right and wrong,
why should you care, let it be, get along,
allow all everywhere, freedom...to sing their song
free as the air, all night long!

Wake upto your senses, stop living in a dream,
whatever differences, you think you're seeing,
your warped preferences, are not shared by Me!
Idiotic prejudice, oh, how I pity thee!

If only all, were to share my opinion,
break that wall, banish meddling minions,
racism's fall and prejudice too, Earth is all Our dominion,
we are all equal, why we bleed same colour crimson!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull


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What Christmas Means


During this Christmas, let’s celebrate Christ’ birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn’t have to be a “stranger.” Won’t you spend some time and reflect on Christmas’ true meaning? It’s in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It’s only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton


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To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost
Who longed for a home
Where dreams are encouraged
And spirits can soar
Instead you were given
A house that was cold
With cruelty and anger
And constant reminders 
How worthless you are

To the little boy lost
With words you were broken
As you faded from life
Your eyes dark and empty
Once full of light
Now searching the shadows
For places to hide
From a childhood that haunted
The rest of your life

To the little boy lost
My friend and my brother
Though younger than you
To this day, guilt and pain makes me wonder
Why time brought me through
But left you behind
Where you carried inside
The little boy lost
Who had nothing to lose
And no hope inside
When you ended your life

To the little boy lost
Who's part of my soul
Wherever you are
I hope you have found
What you never could find
Here in this life
A place to call home

Kevin D. Fix


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Double Vision

I see another without a mirror...

Both the same that is clear...

How can it be ???

Curly locks and same eyes I see...

Tall yet both matched in size...

Is it real or lies ???

The time on earth the same...

Identity stops there, is it a game ???

Genes split away...

Twins today !
                                         For My Twin  by Perri R. Voge


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sweet ignorance

ITS FUNNY HOW SOME PEOPLE PLAY THE INTELLECTUAL, 
NOT KNOWING THEY REALLY JUST PLAYING THE FOOL LIKE A PROFESSIONAL.
AFRAID OF THEY OWN SKELETONS, SO THEY HEAD TO THE CONFESSIONAL
TO CONFINE IN THE PRIEST
SOME SIP WINE TO FIND A LITTLE PEACE
BUT THERE IS NONE,SO THEY MIND DRAWS A BLANK
FROM THE SMOKE OF THE DANK
THE CLOUDS IS MAKING IT HARD TO THINK
MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE HAD ONE MORE DRINK
SHOT AFTER SHOT , TIL IM WASTED
OR MAYBE THIS LIL BLUE DOLPHIN CAN PULL ME OUT THE MATRIX
WHOA!
THE ACID TAB ALLOWED ME TO KISS THE RAINBOW
DAMN IM NUMB NOW, WHERE DID THE PAIN GO
NOT CARING WHO SEE ME, WHERE DID THE SHAME GO
OUT THE WINDOW WITH THE SMOKE I JUST EXHALED THRU THE NOSE 
HEY LOOK AT ME, THIS PCP GOT ME STUCK IN THIS RIDICULOUS POSE
OH WELL ,I GUESS MY WEAKNESS HAS BEEN EXPOSED
MY IGNORANCE HAS ROSE
TO ITS SWEETEST POINT
PLEASE, CAN SOMEBODY PASS ME ANOTHER JOINT
BARTENDER! YOU CAN REFILL MY GLASS NOW
JUST 3 MORE SIPS TIL I PASS OUT
AS MY SOUL CRIED OUT, NO ONE HEARD SHIT
SO THE MUSHROOMS MADE THE PICTURE PERFECT
AS I PREPARE FOR MY FIRST CLASS TRIP ON THE COMET
THE ECLIPSE SAT IN AND THE SON ARISED IN A LAKE OF VOMIT
AND IT WAS ALL WORTH IT
NOT KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE AND WHERE I'VE BEEN
DOESNT MEAN NOTHING
CAUSE TONIGHT IM GOING TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN


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Little Bro

Hey, how are you, little Bro?
For real, you can talk to me Joe.
I'm your big sis and I'll always be near. 
We can talk or I'll just listen anytime I'll be here.
Seriously bub, I love you with all my heart.
You are on my mind any time we are apart.
I'm always thinking and worrying. Its true.
Each choice, Big or Small, impacts your life and changes you.
If only I could go back and change even a little bit,
My life might be on track and I could be different.
Don't make the same mistakes I made.
Ignore peer pressure, be young, enjoy 9th grade.
You are only young once...only one time.
To my little bro, I wrote you this rhyme.


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Prisoner of the Past

I want to take you on a journey,
From the present back to the past.
To take a moment to reflect on,
A possibility of why things do not last.
I want you to take some time to reflect,
On some of the things that you’ve gone through.
Some of the things that created gigantic hurdles,
That you are still fighting without having any clue.
I want you to remember when,
Those harsh words were spoken to you.
Those words that still stick in your mind,
For years and years all the way through.
In your original plans back in the days,
You had high hopes along with your dreams.
But they were diminished by the advice of some others,
And caused you to go through many extremes
In a sense you had been deprived of your liberty,
To operate in this present of the end of the times.
To meet the maximum of the most of the potential you had,
You still unto this day remember the lines.
And some of those situations,
That you had to face, back then.
Are still staring you directly in the face,
Because they have never left you from within.
It’s a sense of your freedom being taken away,
Being mentally put into confinement involuntarily.
Not being able to reach successfully for the future,
Because your mental state of mind was damaged purposefully.
You have emotionally been locked up for so long,
That you don’t even realize that you are presently free.
Mentally restrained or captured if I may say,
You had lost your very own future’s custody.
If this controls you at this very moment,
Then bondage still has control of you.
And the goals that you have set up for yourself,
You will need to be delivered in order to see them through
Well we are now at present and I want to ask you this,
I want to know if I were to right now ask
“Are you now able to achieve your goals?” 
Or are you still suffering as a “Prisoner of the Past”


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Intro to "Advice for Jentry"

At seven my little brother arrived. I wanted him
to be a girl because I loved my mom this much
(I spread my arms wide as the sea)


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Game of Life, Psychological attack of the midlife

blind leading the blind of psychological holes in the plot
which tag to follow
can't tag the butcher
ignorance is bliss
as the game of life gets more complex the more we go
forgetting to keep it simple

A useful idiot
made out of my mistakes
ahead of myself
got sick trying to care
the target audience, we dont tend to
to make ourselves feel better
cares for themselves by tending to the story
i came to be
nurturing and mothering until we are unable to give
slaves of salve
and the laughter of bliss
what am i forgetting
the have no problem from their distances helping me out

tables of perception
everyone who cares is going to get sick
love is a battlefield
and caring now a days subconciously we know to be dangerous

a soul train
of poisoned prayers to be answered
and look in hindsight of what you accomplished 
without any help
you did it for you
enabled them
so they could start on the first level of how we all belong
and do it for themselves

Away in this manger
the trespasses
and how and why they will be forgiven
what we learn through our mistakes
the art of balancing body mind and soul
to make ourselves a miracle out of the walking contradiction
the spiritual sacrifice
a story of a king
condemning innocence
man's plan to take their power back
we don't see the train coming,
for the reason even the trees cant help but laugh
the game of life
from the confusion of sex and diamonds
woken up to their treasures to find
the soul train about to go off its tracks

there we stood drawing lines in the sands
searching for a needle in a hay stack of the delivery of this message
instead of a line its a bridge serperating sands
the messenger a vehicle of thousands of controversial mediums
geared for this one purpose
no one will be forgotten
my turn is over
one foot forward, backwards to the last person who never made it over
the bridge behind me burning

thousands on the other side

there is another way
all of you shouting in unison to save the day
what we would have never seen
if i would never have gone back to lend a hand
take the long way home
and by then the message and messenger will understand


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Morning Radio

Some days I want to hustle just to see if I could

My life aint half bad but it aint all good

 

My twin brothas got knocked by some fools in the hood

A real conspiracy how the went to bad from good

Never offenders before this trail and graduated HU

But guys were jealous of them cause they dressed real smooth

Got all the girls something about the appeal of being twins

Didn't have much except a mom who really loved them

Car from granny older than the day they were born

they sought to flip a profit paint it up and tint it

Through some D's on that…and it would be finished

Nobody else saw it quite that way

These boys were good at everything

Now they locked away

Aint no way to get em' out once the jury says guilty

And yet the real villain still making streets filthy

 

Still I want to hustle just to see if I could

My life aint half bad but it aint all good


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MOMMA ..SAID

HE'S ON HIS KNEES WITH HIS FACE
ALL BUSTED UP. THE MEN IN THE
STATE PEN JUMPED HIM ONCE AGAIN.

NOW, HE SPENDS MOST OF HIS TIME
PRAYING. THAT GOD WILL GIVE HIM
SOME RELIEF FROM THE MEN IN THE
DENIM JEANS......

HIS MOM RAN A TIGHT SHIFT.
SHE PUT HIM OUT ON THE STREETS.
FUSSING AND FIGHTING WAS SOMETHING
HE LIKE TO DO.HIM AND HIS CREW.
NOW, HE'S DOING A TWENTY YEAR BID.

FOR SOMETHING ANOTHER KID DID. HAD
HE LISTEN ONCE OR MAYBE TWICE.TAKE
NO HEED TO WHAT MOM HAD TO SAY.I'LL
DO IT MY WAY......

SAGGING PANTS AND SKIPING SCHOOL
WAS THE THING TO DO.HANGING WITH
THE CROWDS MADE HIM FEEL PROUD,
BUT WHERE ARE THE CROWDS NOW?
THAT YOU ARE DOING A TWENTY YEAR
BID. PULLING UP YOUR PANTS IS
WHAT YOU DO NOW.

THINKING OF HOW YOU CAN KEEP THE
MEN IN THE PRISON BLUES OFF YOU. 
YOUR EARS ARE OPEN NOW.REFLECTING
UPON THE THINGS THAT MOMMA SAID..... 


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Goodbye Dear Friend

Dear friend

8 years of friendship have passed, and so have we
In my memory, I will remember them fondly

Serenity, Peace and Love
I wish you the best from up above.

First and Foremost, above all the rest

I hope you are happy.... I had to get this off my chest

and you live the most fulfilling life
with plenty children and a wonderful wife

I hope you get to see the world
and all of its beauty unfurled

I wish you well
no longer in anger will I dwell
Goodbye dear friend
I wish you well


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do you know how many times you & i've died?

do you know how many times 
you & i’ve died? 
i don’t think you do 
let’s start with . . . 
 
i fell out, fell far, fell hard 
from a tree 
you dropped off 
the monkey-bars 
i stepped into the invitation 
of a stranger’s car 
you grabbed a wire. . . bare 
i dove, with confidence, in shallow water 
you took a dare 
i stayed too long on a railway track 
you found a hill and ‘jack & jill’ed’ your back 
in fact 
both you & i. . . at the same time 
tried something new 
i went green, you turned out blue 
i remember too 
crossing against the light 
looked left, should’ve looked right

it’s amazing to me, that we’re able to say 
no matter how many times you & i’ve died 
‘we live another day’
 


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The Cultivated Mind (Home Grown)

Father and Mother 
With golden determination 
Focused to open my thoughts 
in several ways of revelation -- 
My manner is... Homegrown 
The once green mind still looks back; 
at all that has been revealed to its now browned shell… 
and with that same determination of gold 
I pass down the revelations of old 
to my children, as I have been told 
The mind should always be 
Cultivated to the best of ones abilities.... 
Its focus should start within the home 
That is why I feel blessed 
When I tell you my children 
Most assuredly -- I am Home Grown.


Author’s Comments: 
As a farmer tills the earth and toils to harvest that which he has sown and the wife 
prepares the table before him, produced from within the bounty reaped thereof... 
 Thus, we should take the time to cultivate the minds of our children, to also 
acknowledge their surroundings and the people there in. 
To stay focused on the blessings at hand, that they not live stagnant lives but to be 
productively responsible for the gifts which they each so uniquely possess. 
 The mind is a terrible thing to waste.


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My Ghetto

Strange is it to me that we all grew up in the same Ghetto where

I came from.

Yet, we can’t see it’s not the white man we are trying to beat?

Take a look around you and tell me if you see what I see...

No white man, broke that glass in your street?
No white man, made that brother get drunk or high off weed?
No white man, made that brother steal your TV?
No white man, made that brother drop out of school?
No white man, made that brother put that gun to someone’s head?

The picture I see, is so plain to me, it’s just you and me? 

You’re the one’s turning this place into this Ghetto you see...

So, you tired of the ghetto and you want to get out?

I think not? Because you’re all too busy blaming the white man for all your own 

faults.


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Bedside Manners

There was a brother
Who, went in guise of visiting his ailing sister
At bedside, he started a fight
He turned her only link to the world to
A wrestling match, which made her head whirl
When she did protest, he made the mistake of stating 
That he would kick her behind, the fire returned too the weakened one
As with words she did spurn, “Come on big man give it a try”
He then stated that he should have let her die
She then stated that “maybe you would have let me die”
"But then again, you are not the brother that controls my time
No matter what you do, it is not up to you as to when I shall die"
The brother was force to leave in a huff
She said a prayer and lay her weary head 
Having put the matter in the hands of the truer Brother~ 
Of Him, she knew she could always trust and depend…


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Frogs

Suddenly!
Frogs are jumping
On my arms and legs
From a fast fist
Of knuckles!