Not many see,
What it is to be free.
What it is to amount,
To make every day count.
Everything has a story,
Though the place your at you say is boring.
There's more behind this rundown town.
From the highest mountian,
To the streets unfound.
Where children once played,
And by their side their parents stayed.
Where the sky may not shine as bright,
But to every darkness there's light.
Where the creature's of the world find home,
While your complaining that the air's too cold.
When you're strong, it shows,
Planing each day as it goes.
Smiling and helping whoever you can,
Instead of moping about how much you hate this land.
You can't change the way the trees sway,
You can't change what's already gone away.
But the beauty of the world can take you in,
Make you see beauty like you should have when your life began.
When you start to appreciate the little things,
Like the crickets chirping,
And the songs birds sing.
You'll find all you needed has been there all along,
Only then you'll see where happiness comes from.
If to see is to believe,
Then there's belief all around.
From the starry night sky,
To the flowers on the ground.
So many find pleasure in all the wrong things,
Humanity has overcome,
Yet still falls apart at the seams.
We're so focused in on money and gold,
Before we know it our life has no meaning,
Our skin becomes cold.
It's never too late,
And you're never too near or far.
To make the best of things,
And be happy where you are.
Copyright © Hannah Croy
I am the spirit of satin stardust
and the antiquities of golden memories alive
I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun
and greet you in the misty morning light
I am the steady and rolling drum beat
echoing from the jagged heights above
I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters'
and the freedom birds of love
I rise above the white summer clouds
in lilting songs of grace
and roam with the western tail-winds
to take you home again
I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty
of love hope and faith
I have come to tell
Dedicated To P.D.
Copyright © Rick Parise
I am Sun
Shining on the Earth
Bringing Light and Warmth To All
Spreading Joy and Mirth
Copyright © john beharry
I liken happiness as I would
to my best friend and soul mate.
When she leaves my life,
she announces her departure loud & clear.
There is no mistake; she has gone away.
But when she re-enters my life, she's silent.
Like a game of Guess Who?, she sneaks up
behind me & taps me on the shoulder.
I always turn around in total surprise
and amazement; then embrace her too tight.
I don't care where she has been,
I'm just content she's returned to me.
Copyright © Karen Dominick
Like the fragrance of honeysuckle clinging to the vine,
Like sea spirit salt rides the inshore breeze,
Like the sun dappled fields of summer, please...
Be mine... my beautiful you... be mine.
Like the flowers I bring you every so often,
Like the ones I should bring you every day,
Be wild and pure and wait there for me,
To see and to take you, my beautiful you.
Like the curves of your body, bending
Behind the glisten of the glass shower stall,
Like sweet nicknames floating down the hall...
Be my mystery ever unfolding, my beautiful you.
All the holidays, like yesterday, I still remember,
Wrapped up with you around the tree…
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September,
As we walk through our seasons, you and me.
And now the twilight's chimney smoke calls us,
Back to the hearth and home we've made,
With little ones who look like you and me,
Our love's perfect union, our soul's sweet serenade.
Through all the days of our days, I'll need you,
So be the breath I cannot live without,
The April morning's rain - mist for my midsummer's drought…
All the holiday's I remember...
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September.
The fragrance of you floating through the hall,
Into my soul's senses, please, be all...
Worth recalling, worth living and dying for...
My beautiful you, my beautiful you...
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What we Read, is Where we Go...
Copyright © Kenneth Kirkpatrick
Hello world here I am this is how it is going to go you accept me for who I am or you are not.
I am a child of God and I know for a fact that he made me in his own special way.
So sick and tired of people saying what is beautiful and what is not.
I am like a rose so delicate, soft and beautiful I shine like the sun with that special glow.
So sick and tired of the magazines saying that I have to be a size in order to be accepted.
I have to look like a movie star I have to have big breasts, a flat stomach and a big butt.
In order to be called beautiful I am a goddess anyhow I am a queen who shines with the stars who glows with the moon and who is beaming like the sun.
I am who I am and I refuse to change for anyone they are going to have to accept me for who I am or they are going to have to keep it moving.
I love who I am in this skin I am in this skin I shine in this skin I glow in this skin I am a child if God.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham
Perfect for this weather
Leaves falling from trees
Hair waving in the breeze
Cheering at football games
Bonfires with there dancing flames
Stepping on the frozen, cold, hard ground
The wind is the only sound
Stepping inside after being in the cold
Eating fall’s harvest can never get old
So much rain
It's just hard to explain
My love for fall
Copyright © madeline peck
The sky is blue with music beats
The stars are smiling in the east
The moon is tangoing with me
And the trees are waving their leaves
The lilies are swaying in the wind
The birds are flapping their wings
The sun is standing still
For the birth of a unique Prince
The duck is cooing a coo
The drum is booming with boom
The bell is jingling melody tunes
For the dancing shoe in jolly mood
Every teeth is stable, dappled with babble
To dandle and staple the victuals rounding the table
No squabbles to dabble or dangle
This fable is not a parable to scrabble
The world is now at ease
In my mother’s little arm with peace,
That is crooning a lullaby
For her newborn baby
Now that a diamond is in the sky
My mother is no longer shy
She could join the laughter of the night
For the birth of a new life
I’m a newborn baby today
Starting life afresh, again
The smiles on a baby’s face anyway
Is an anthem, enough for a happy birthday.
Copyright © Prince Agba
white on blue
tears wave to
pain on cue"
~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
I AM ON A NEW HORIZON A NEW JOURNEY SOMETHING THAT I HAVE BEEN DESTINED TO DO.
THIS NEW CHAPTER IS SWEETER THAN A SUGAR CANE DEEPER THAN ANY OCEAN ACROSS THE EARTH.
I AM ON A MISSION TO BE ALL THAT IS IN ME I SEE THE MOON FLOATING EAST OF ME.
I SEE THE SUN GLOWING IN THE NORTH AND THE STARS GAZING IN THE WEST.
I AM SHINI
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham
- And -
The Earth's surface
And to all
With redeeming life
Cause for freedom
To set Thee free....
Copyright © Gary Fields
I have this image
of Him and me
in a pasture.
It is bordered on one side by a wall of stones,
dug up from the soil by generations of worriers
Behind us is a narrow dirt road,
protected by Sugar Maples flaming
in their orange clothes.
Some birches are standing close by.
They say things I do not understand
but find pleasant.
And so when they do speak,
I take notice, as if I did know.
The sun reaches inside
me and heals every rawness, all pain.
We sit there,
He and I.
Our arms are about each others shoulders
like two boys
who’ve not yet let the world
fill them with shame.
We gaze across fields
destined to die.
But, for now, they smell
sweet from dewy hay that has been cut and rolled,
waiting for the barn.
Silence is our dialogue.
Some hawks in the sky seem drunk
from the bounty of this last warm day.
They take daredevil plunges toward earth
as they play.
Ghosts who scare themselves once told me
that this love is won only
But this is a myth;
it is not His way.
All I need to do
This is simply enough
and all I ever want.
Copyright © don munro
Do You find your-self
With-out a ladder
And just don't know
What to do?
Try the "Law Of Reciprocity"
Fore only good thing's come
Back to You!
Plant your-self a Seed
And then You shall
Have a Tree...
Just give it a little time
And soon you will have three...
Then You shall be able
For the very first time...
Copyright © Gary Fields
the morning dew...
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
By John Weaver
‘What right has she got to be happy?’ said a friend to me one day,
With people at war and wanting and suffering in every way.
What right has she got to be happy with taxes as high as the sky,
And with the cost of living still rising, why is she so happy, why?
What right has she got to be happy when the weather’s so miserably bleak,
When the sun shines for a day and then goes away and it’s wet for the rest of the week?
What right has she got be happy when she can’t walk or talk or see,
Why is she smiling so brightly, it’s truly a mystery to me?
‘What right have you got to be moaning;’ came my eventual reply.
You should be glad to be fit and able and grateful, not to decry
What right have you got to be moaning, just look at her and you’ll see
That the only reason she’s happy is – she’s simply decided to be.
Copyright © John Weaver
oh, mr. sunshine, how you do glow
on sunny days which your rays do sew
and oh, mr. sunshine, how i miss you so
on those gloomy days when you decide to go.
oh, mr. cloud, how you do impede
that mr. sunshine who is kind indeed
and block those shining rays we all need,
big, wet teardrops fall from your own guilty greed.
so cry, mr. cloud, cry your eyes out
cry me a river and wipe out this drought
for once you are done with this maddened bout
mr. sunshine, with golden rays, can again walk about.
oh, mr. sunshine, keep your head high
happiness is abundant when you are nigh
for even mr. cloud, who heaves a sorrow sigh
warms his fluffed limbs in your blue-crystalline sky.
Copyright © Stephenie Smith
I HEARD SOMETHING FROM INSIDE MY SOUL.
SOMETHING THAT SPEAKS SWEETLY TO ME.
MY WOUNDS ARE HEALING AND MY HEART IS BEING REPAIRED.
GOD ALLOWED ME TO WAKE UP TO HIS BEAUTIFUL PRESENCE.
THE TEARS ARE BEING DRIED UP MY SOUL IS WRAPPED IN HIS WARMNESS.
I CAN FEEL HIM COVERING MY FLESH HE WHISPERS TO ME.
THAT HE LOVES ME THAT HE IS BY MY SIDE I WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITHOUT HIM.
I HAVE A SWEET HEALING THAT IS FLOWING MY WAY.
WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE THAT FEELING THAT I HAVE ON THE INSIDE OF ME.
THE ROSES ARE SMELLING SWEET ON THIS SIDE AND THE GRASS IS DEFINITELY GREENER.
I AM IN THAT SECRET PLACE WHERE I CAN FIND PEACE AND A FORGIVING HEART.
SOMETHING THAT CAN NEVER BE EXPLAINED FOR HE IS SHINING HIS LIGHT ON ME.
A REFRESHING GLOW OF HIS PRESENCE COMFORTS ME.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham
Too young to remember , remembering is all I can do , stories told , may different , not never knowing the truth , a scar for life , not knowing the story behind it all , feeling like a leap and a frog , alone always and forever , standing strong on my own tow feet with no support , about this time I still have tears in my eyes, hurting and weeping from all the pain thats inside, feeling abandoned at a young age, my heart filled with hurt and emotion , like a boat on a ocean , screams and fights , something that I didn't like , it never excites me , it just makes me wanna go far way , running way all the time was getting old and leaving me out in the cold with no place to go , house to house , different rules , different place , different race and different pace. Ive been through hell and back again. 7:00 , lying on the floor , stomach growling , tears falling , left alone , hurting inside , just about to cry , flooding my face , with a salty taste , forgetting my race , forgetting my struggles , going blank with no trace , comes to comfort me , I pull away , with a lot of force , not wanting to be loved by someone who hurts me the most , running away thinking its a better place more hurt occurs , not giving no one a chance , to dance in my present , but finally I give in to something special to me , he who sees the best in me , he who takes me for myself , he who loves me more than ill ever know, he that stunts but deep down he's feelings truly shows , he that I love with all my heart , he that I don't want to leave , he is something like my everything , he is so much like me , he you wouldn't understand , he is my man , I could keep going on and on forever but Ill just end it here this time....
Copyright © April Mae
Take everything out of me,
& on the days i’m not wanted,
I am left emptied
all of the way out.
A pleasant ‘medicine’ to show others just how good I make you feel, & how good I taste.
I’d be lying to say that hearing those words doesn’t make me spring right back up even in a setting as disintegrating as this.
I’m still here, ready to break off a piece of plastic from my narrow body for you.
It is you after all. I’d do it if I had too.
But, you confuse me.
You keep my head lifted & it keeps you entertained.
I like it, kind of. It’s like we’re getting to know each other’s touch, and see similar smiles to those of when we first met.
This makes it easier not to think too much about how I’m handled.
You’ve never treated me this way.
I’ve gotten my big head stuck before by trying to fill myself up with much more than you needed,
but this feeling of loneliness by you is unfamiliar.
I love you, I say. I love you, I show.
You love me, you say. You love me, I believe.
I hate the feeling of feeling cheap. You told me that I was especially manufactured for someone of your taste, & I believe every word of that.
Stop pressing my head down into my stomach, please.
I’m starting to get sick of not seeing everything that kept me full of your every desire to see me smile.
I could never be naive enough to say that I can fulfill who you are,
because I have a purpose that involves much more than
going up and down, emptying my insides with temporary dissolving gestures.
But I know I can share with you
the essence of being the someone who treats you as good as the planets you can’t see.
So align me inside the atmosphere of your care, & I’ll pick you up before you can say, “deSpenser”
Copyright © Spenser Jones
I extol your virtues.
I lean back,exulting at
your innovation and
A dream come true-I
I salute your inventive
Paragon of excellence.
An out-let for display of
emotions and feelings in
housing the enlightened
Your ship of knowledge
ferry talents from
obscurity to lime-light.
Giving preference to no
race or gender.
I salute you sunlight of
A safe haven for
bringing imaginations to
Kudos! I pray:
The spread of night
shall not over-shadow.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu
THE SUN IS SHINING IN MY HORIZON AND MY HEART IS GLOWING.
THE LOVE FROM GOD ALMIGHTY IS OVERFLOWING.
FOR HE HAS BEEN HERE SINCE THE BEGINNING HIS LIGHT SHINES ON ME.
WHEN I WAS IMPRISONED BY SIN HE SET ME FREE.
I AM ON A CLOUD TO SALVATION AND GROWING IN PROSPERITY.
MY HARVEST IS GROWING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.
I AM SITTING IN HEAVEN'S REFLECTION HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS TO ME SO PEACEFUL.
A DELIGHT TO MY EYES SO FULL OF BEAUTY AND SUPRISE.
THE ANGELS ARE LIFTING UP TO THE MASTER FEET.
WHERE JOY AND LOVE DO MEET.
THERE ARE SINGING A MELODY THAT IS SO SWEET AND COMFORTING TO THE SOUL.
NO ONE CAN MATCH WHAT THEY DO.
FOR I KNOW THAT I AM A CHILD OF GOD AND HE IS MY FATHER.
FOR HE IS LIKE NO OTHER HE IS ONE OF A KIND.
FOR I AM HIS AND HE IS MINE.
HE IS THE GLUE THAT KEEPS ME TOGETHER HE IS THE ROCK THE MAKES ME STRONG.
HIS AROMA IS SWEET TO MY NOSE HIS PRESENCE IS KNOWN TO ME.
FOR HE IS MY ALL IN ALL HE IS THE ONE WHO MAKES ME WHOLE.
HE IS THE ONE WHO COMFORTS MY SOUL
HE LOVES ME AND I LOVE HIM FOR THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham
She sat and played a tinkling tune
Upon the keys of white
So cheery that it filled the room
With sunny rays of light
Without the sky was dark and grey
And cheerful as a tomb
The rain began to reach the ground
Thus deepening the gloom
But here the light is just as bright
As ever summer day
No low'ring cloud can enter here
When Joy begins to play
At times she leaves for days on end
Because I am a pill
But when I call her back, she comes
She's glad to see me still
When I'm in prayer, she always seems
Far closer than before
And when I walk the road to church
She meets me at the door
And now I've saved the best for last
The greatest till the end
The Lord has given me His Word
That joy might be my friend!
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst
Peel back my skin & you will find bone.
Bone so white that it drarwfs the paper I scribble on now.
Just like your my bone.
Just like his bone.
Just like the bones of all of those who are black, yellow, red, purple & polka dotted,
my bones are nothing more than branches rooted deep in an idea.
An idea of a man filled with ideas.
Ideas which are seeds, seeds that when planted, grow when watered by heavenly droplets.
And when the rain falls, it will wash the dirt into the gutters & we will pretend that it was never even there.
Just like the innocent bloodshed of invisible African children.
Bloodshed in the name of love?
Bloodshed because men try too hard to be gods forgetting that when everyone at their feet are dead,
the only praises left will be of the voices left remaining inside of their own heads.
And yet we will do nothing about it, because far too many of us only believe life.
But in order to believe life
you must first live.
And living only exist on a dying man's bucket list.
So go ahead, jump out of airplanes in the name of your mother's fathers.
Look at your girlfriend guys.
Let her for once keep her clothes on.
Remember that she is somebody's daughter.
Tell that man or woman how you really feel.
Hold the door for someone you don't even know.
Tell somebody a secret that will let their heart grow;
Grow so large that it burst from them as a shout of joy!
And them let them catch fire and call it the spirit.
What spirit you ask? I know mine.
Not dad, but Father.
And my heart and mind when with You, even if your spirit aint mine, that alone I find is true love.
So go ahead. If you're a brother
be my brother. If you're a sister be my sister.
Cause what the world needs now is lots of smiling faces,
Very giving people
And every single one of us putting together the pieces of the puzzle called peace.
So peace my brothers.
Peace my sisters.
Tonight, let these rough cuts
make us into love wishers.
Copyright © Spenser Jones
THERE IS SOMETHING THAT HAS COME OVER ME LIKE A RAY OF LIGHT HAS OVERSHADOWED MY SOUL.
WHO WOULD HAVE TOLD ME THAT THE STORM WOULD PASS OVER ME WITH ALL THAT HAS COME AND GONE.
I AM CLEANSED WITH GOD'S LOVE ALL AROUND ME AND NOTHING LESS THAN THAT.
I HAVE PASSION BURNING IN ME LIKE A FIREPLACE ON A COLD WINTER'S NIGHT WITH A WARM BLANKET WRAPING ME SO TIGHT.
THIS LIFE THAT I LIVE IS NOT MY OWN AND I AM ON A MISSION TO BE ALL THAT CAN BE NO MATTER WHAT.
WATCHING PEOPLE WASTE THEIR OWN LIVES IS SOMETHING THAT I DO NOT WANT TO SEE.
FOR LIFE IS PRECIOUS AND NOT TO BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED JOY HAS JUMPED INTO MY SPIRIT AND COME OVER TO MY HORIZON.
HAPPINESS HAS BURST OUT ME JUST SO I CAN TELL THE WORLD.
I AM FLOATING ON MY OWN CLOUD.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham
' Trusting In Jesus '
One must walk
Straight pass the Den
And into the Room of
Where His Blessing
Are to be bestowed
Copyright © Gary Fields
I can see love smiling in this house
I can smell the beauty and devotion
I can sense happiness everywhere
I can feel the hand of trust holding them together.
Copyright © WOLE FRANCIS
It’s a great day,
When I can say,
I am the best me,
And you will see.
I will come to you in a dream,
I will be a shout with a scream.
I will be an unmistaken seed.
Balancing every want or need!
I am on a mission you see,
To be the very best of me,
There will be nothing to say.
The Moon will set my day.
I am the need,
The deep seed,
You will hear my scream,
Planting myself in a dream!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Copyright © Ann Rich
When all hope is lost
when the birds have stoped
signing their sweet melody,
and the flowers lost their sweet scent,
when the grass started withering,
u were there for me.
u defied the odds and stood tall when i was down.
u were able to reach down on me
u reached my hand and pulled me up.
u believed in me even when i didnt believe.
u made me your hero.
and for that i regard as the best gift in my life.
i will rise again and be the hero in me that you have always seen.
i will stand by you forever.
naw i am a believer,
all because of you.
and when i look over my shoulder,
i see the dark past that was my life.
and the thought of you brings light to all of it.
now i can walk with my head held high
because i kno wat m made of
and what i have to do.
i know i have to build you and i
a little heaven on earth
where we will live a happy life that all of us always dreamt of.
we came from humble beginings
and today we stood as legends in the name of love.
we wrote the story of our love in sand
hoping that the wind will not wipe away.
but we dont know of the happenings of tomorrow,
so lets rejoice today,
wat our love has created and brought upon us.
u have not deserted me,
In my darkest hour,
i will also be here with you forever,
for i know u do not want me to go anywhere.
you showed me how it is to love,
i will return the love you gave me
and will remain true to you as u have been true to me.
you are every reason, every hope and every dream i ever had,
and no matter what happens to us in the future,
every day we are together
is the greatest day of my life.
m going nowhere.
unless you push me.
but i will move with greater resistance.
for i do not want to go anywhere,
here is where i want to spend the rest of my days,
i have became happier each day since u came into my life.
and i want to share the happyness with you.
if you will let me stay and enjoy the happyness with you.
there will be obstacles in the journey,
but i think both of us will tacle the obstacle together and overcome.
u always had faith in me,
i also have faith in you, and will forever have that faith,
i plead with you to never loose the faith in me,
even through my downfalls.
m here with you and for you
M here 4eva.
Copyright © busane shoba
Sweet flower tree whispers hello
Walking past she interrupted...
Glorifying wings of spring on her branches
Marveling her purple paper star shower
Inhaling her peaceful unlocked power
My spirit has lifted....
"Hello, I whisper back,
"Thanks for interrupting!"
^(How a tree made me feel today)
Copyright © Jane Bowen
Before you came into my life, the sun shined, the breeze blew, the birds flew, and
people mingled. Day after day, I witnessed life's splendor through my window. I had
an urge one day to venture outside my captor. The sun still shined, the breeze still
blew, the birds still flew, people still mingled, and I was life's spectator. Suddenly,
then came you, you entered my life like the sunlight that interrupts the dark, like the
music that fills the silence, like the supernova that brightens the sky. Our hearts
spoke an inaudible language that only two lonely souls know; thus, faith has
become our liberator. Now, we are inseparable. As we frequently strolled through
the ravine, the sunlight paraded her beauty laminating our path, birds gracefully
glided through the air as if they were been choreograph, the summer breeze burst
with fragrance caressing our souls, and consequently we became a part of the
cosmos. like a well-deserved gift that is torn from one's arms, so is my heart, faith
has torn us apart. Instead now, we are kindred spirits separated by distance, so, I
retreat to the familiar to witness life's splendor. The sun shines, the breeze blows,
the birds fly,and people mingle.
Copyright © Sophia Smith