An angel gave wings to you so you can fly
Never will life pass you by
Toward the sky you will guide
Hovering above the world so high
On a cloud you sit as other's sigh
Never will you fall from the sky
Your angels taught you how to fly
Copyright © Linda walden
W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him. It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day.
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today!
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.
H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You. Will You accept this love?
For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.
Copyright © Marty Owens
Jesus wants us to come with a willing heart
Everyone has free will
Saves all who believe in him and confess in his name
Unto him freely come all to him freely give he will
Save with his love, mercy,hope,and grace
Copyright © Patricia Bernard
N ever a harsh word spoken
I love you mom he says every day
C aring and considerate
H appy and carefree
O n the ball about his chores
L ooking for food in the cupboard doors
A lways eating me out of house and home
S haring time with mom before he leaves home
Copyright © michelle phillips
Stare-well..! gazing..as emotions and souls to your Majestic fields aspire..
Temporal surrounds me, ambiguous background; below crested fallow moons.."
Amplified.." Intensity' as stellar images fall silently;while cresendos of beauty abound
Innumerable shifts of light and dark in shaded displays make play! & re-plays are seen.
Roaming tails of light deny non-existence,, "and pass on" in twillight realms...
Wholly indescribable energy masses pirouette; in an eternity of loose and endings"
Always immaculate ways, and untrod paths scintillate to Mercurial growth anon..)
Yea' though is interposed my earthly being; tis the more to highlight heavenly ways,
To rebirth.! "and with all glory" the celestial tapestry alludes to His-story.."
Orbs in incandescence implode.! as platignum stairways transpire..)
Though my script be no match.) the words not worthy of re-counting be, so let it be.!
Haze's of swirl glazed and gaseous liquid nimbus; gather possibility's beyond reason
Eclipse, is a true part of the many story's played upon this..! of aeons august stage.
Starry foot-light stair-well "to be or not to be"of such is all the honor i seek to attain,
True enrichment there'to is revolving; where'of my soul is to pertaining
And there my"die is cast..!as midst the maddening crowd" i cry with sullied eyes.)
Revering and wishing upon the great lights life i see in para-present skies
So i endure..passing all lights are.! await i "a mote of such to be,In the one Gods sight.
Copyright Joe Maverick.co.uk 2012 For Linda-Maries Stairway to the stars contest.
Copyright © Joe Maverick
L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way
C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord
D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story
A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people
C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer,
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty
O pen up and tell your Mom.
L ife is not to shun.
A spire to be who you are.
N ever defeat your goals.
D on't deny your soul.
(TO) TONY RASHAD
T ogether is a strong word
O ften use with opposite annotation.
N ever interpret it as such
Y our strength magnifies a deeper intelligence.
R a reached for the sun in
A ncient Egypt.
S ky bound he was as the sun god.
H e command his chariot above as
A pharaoh of divine powers.
D on’t deny yours.
(TO) EMILY NIK’OLE-BLAIR
E xpressive character with
M onumental truths that are
I nfluence by
L ife potential wealth.
Y esterday is our history.
N o matter how far the sun rise
I am always part of your stride.
K eeping the pace through contact
O ver the phone or via writing.
L ive life to be fulfilled with your desires.
E veryday make worthwhile.
B ecause we are from the same blood
L et’s remain in focus of what we
A spire to attain.
I know we are of similar minds in that we are
R eady to leave the past behind.
Penned February 27, 2015!
Revised March 02, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker
Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive!
Ascension available, access through your heart
Seek and you shall find!
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit
***Happy Easter Everyone***
Copyright © Amy Rose
Her song was too beautiful for ordinary words
Ending it on a sweet note that no heart ever forgot
Remembering her for offering a priceless gift
Seems right to praise her for a big heart without greed
Pop music and opera were the two things she loved
Immense was forgiveness when wrong made her sad
Regret for not having loved enough was a silly guilt
Incredible was her enthusiasm towards all children
Total discipline she demanded like soldiers in combat
All but pain mom withheld from me, trust was the essence
Lording over others with equality was pure nobility
Illness invaded her body, but she battled it with fortitude
Vigilance averted danger in foreseen things others ignored
Extraordinary was the faith she was placed in me learning values
Another mom couldn't have been be more thoughtful that she was
"Nonna" the grandchildren called her when they came to visit
Dear were those happy angels she proudly hugged and kissed
Seeing her fragility towards the end, one thought of her death
Though she suffered, she wished to share a delightful thought
Innovating was her style of looking at elegant things
Love secured by confidence, was an embrace of joy
Limpid eyes as skies gazed over to impart comfort
" Live with honesty " was a motto that identified her integrity
Indeed her words were full of fairness and humanity
Vengeance never shone on that face of endless humility
Endurance was learned by kindness, not by rage
Spiritual advice was a spring of lasting knowledge
Copyright 2015 ( c ) by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci
Buried secrets…pulled out of dank soil and shoved into the light
Unjustified accusations, exhausting and expensive to fight
Tainted and tattered relationships flutter in and endless wind
Impossible to undo or explain, especially to a young mind, closed within
Wistful memories of easy smiles and open affection
Innocence gone; hatred coaxed by lies and deception
Love too strong and proud to let go, perceived as little more than a show
Lost for words as his disrespect slowly smolders and grows
Lingering awkward anger, followed by confusion and sighs
Each hateful word and hostile look, thrown like daggers from eyes I don’t recognize
Torn between a mother’s hope and helpless frustration
He is resolute; seeing only black and white…allowing no gray in this situation
I have given up explaining, reasoning, and rationale that falls on deaf ears
My heart breaking with each failed attempt; desperately fighting back tears
Gone forever is the boy I knew only months ago
Oblivious to my intent and resolute to his own; my heart tells me to say no,
…But I will let him go
Copyright © Kelly McDonald
I miss you, my sweet son...
I miss you every day.
Copyright © Olivia Washam
To my son I will never see
By WTC 2005
Through the loss of an unborn son
An unknown journey had just begun
The place to where I did not know
My only comfort, together we did go
My pain and sorrow could never compare
The physical torment we did not share
The doctor’s scalpel, she alone did bear
Is there a reason you had to take
What we together, our love did make
I still believe, but must confess
Many doubts, still cross my chest
But when I look, up to the sky
I still don't know the reason why
But in the end God's will be done
A lesson learned from an unborn son
Copyright © travis campbell
D umbfounded by
H ow could he?
O ne more tragedy
O ver 25 bodies
K eep them in your prayer please, children of Tragedy
©Copyright December 16, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Brian Pierre-Alexander
Just as a man
Of joy and laughter not filled within
Speak not of the pain and destruction you felt
Held it in all these years...why, we could have helped
Up, we could have held you...but you never spoke of it, for this was unknown
All of it...all of it...none it known.
©Holly P. Moore
Copyright © HOLLY MOORE
S. Self sufficient
N. Not appreciated enough
G. Good Nature
Copyright © Richard Eichmiller
Justice his goal, his words polite
Eager to help friends with their plight
Relies on small things for delight
Expressive in what he does write
Mighty in love, peaceful and quite
Yields to actions that are forthright
Copyright © Brent Cloyd
M y Son Jared inspired me to write
Y earning to write words of beauty
I inspired by the Gift I gave him at birth returned
N ever taking much time to think, written from the heart
S someone who pushed me to be more than I was
P artners in writing collaborations, two minds to one
I nterpreting messages without thought between us
R enduring thoughts to pen
A lways there for a kind word or debate
T empting the progression of talent
I nvigorated with the pen and paper
O blivious to my surroundings when in write
N ever forgetful of the Son who prodded me to Poetry
M uses dance around him
Y eilding not to daring subject
S on I thank you for your inspiration
O n so many levels
N ever forget how much I love you
To my Son Jared........Thanks......Dad
Copyright © Richard Pickett
written 22nd March 2001
D is for the delightful child you are
A is for the angels that light up your way
M is for the manner you hold inside
I is for the independent gentleman I've raised
O is for the overwhelming warmth you bring me
N is for the loving nature within your heart
So delicate and precious
Touching my palms so sensuous
All you need to remember
Is mummy will be here, for ever and ever
Copyright © Denise Hopkins
My boys are the best of me
Youth at its finest all three
Bound to a broken family
Ornery yet full of God’s grace
You know they are mine looking at their face
So much pride and joy they bring to me.
Copyright © Brian Magness
written 22nd March 2001
K is for all the "kisses we share
A is for your boyish "attitude
Y is for all the "yummy food you eat
N is for the "never ending love we share
E is for the "endless laughter we have together
So charming and boyish
Not knowing how precious
Overwhelming and bright
Your happiness is my only light
Copyright © Denise Hopkins
Renegade against time with vision and
Isolated from yourself, the sun does not cover, you
Centered on dreams too big for life
How you dream those big dreams,
And life’s passing you by.
Renegade son do not eat the apple.
Don your amour and free the princess
O, free the princess!
Copyright © Sherese Gooden
“S” is for sweet, a sweet little boy is he.
“H” is for handsome, or at least he is to me.
“A” is for always, for he’s always on my mind.
“D” is for dear to me, no other love I’ll find.
“R” is for rotten, though just a little bit.
“A” is for all boy, that, I must admit.
“C” is for cuddly, when it’s time to go down to sleep.
“H” is for happy, that is, how happy he makes me.
Even though sleepless nights,
Began his life on earth,
Who could ever comprehend,
How much this baby’s worth?
And tears once wept for this little one,
Have given way to sunny smiles.
God has brought him through the fire and again,
And will bring him through many more trials.
Copyright © Brandlynn Young
Loved by Jesus
Blood of my blood, boy from God
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse
During different, developmental
(Assurances are always awkward;
"The Talk" 'til I turned twenty two.
Even though everybody knows, each infant grows in a secret station
So its strong enough for the long aviation of being taken, by delivery stork, to it's home.
(This poem was written specifically for Carol Brown's "The Birds and the Bees" poetry
Copyright © John Taylor
Two hearts came together to beat as one
Real love that overflowed producing a son
Every fathers dream, every mother’s true joy
Years we spent wishing for a precious boy
Vulnerable and innocent you had a certain charm
Only I couldn’t protect you keeping you from harm
Now two hearts ache, an unyielding pain
Absorbed in our grief almost going insane
No pain is like the one losing you brought
The reasons god took you was all that we sought
Heaven cradles our baby in arms full of love
Only ours are now empty unlike the angels above
Not once did our baby ever open his eyes
Yearning to hear, but yet knowing he wouldn’t cry
Forever that day’s memory will be vivid in my mind
Always haunting us, wondering if relief we will find
Visions of his lifeless tiny body upon his birth
Only made me take note and total my true worth
Regretting our first good-bye is also our last to you
Son your forever in our mind, and in our hearts LOVE IS TRUE
Copyright © Brenda Carroll
No one could replace,
One as special as you.
A blessing called my son;
Heaven’s gift to me.
Dedicated to my son, Noah!
Copyright © Tyler Martin
Joyful not jinx
Understanding not underestimating
Never give up never lay
Excellent you are suppose to be
Perfect you should claim
Arise you aim
Overwhelmed well applauded
Lots of praise
Oh! My good, child stand up and race!
Copyright © Leila Mijares
Sensationally super, and Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel!
Comments: During my twenty plus years of military service I was always called
Spence, J. That's just the way the government does business. This acrostic is
about Spence, J. It's crafted on a combination of alliteration, assonance and
consonance sounding words. Eggnog at Christmas is my favorite. Having a
Sunday afternoon sundae at the ice cream parlor is oh so tasty. Wow! I just love
it!!! Anyway, here are some comments on writing an acrostic. The basic acrostic
poem is formed by writing a word vertically down the page, which may also be
the topic of the poem. It’s recommended to use one letter per line, and the
beginning letters should be all capital ones. Each line of the poem should begin
with the letter on that line and the line should pertain to the word or title being
used. Some may recommend using one word or a phrase which does not have
to rhyme; however, one may move beyond the basic acrostic form and use a
complete thought with a rhyming sequence. It’s also recommended to use
adjectives and phrases that describe the word or subject of the acrostic. Finally,
one may take the quantum leap and write a double acrostic where the first and
last letters of each line are the same.
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr
Alexander, since before you were born, I knew I would
Love you more than words can ever say
Every day I thank God for the blessing He sent my way
Xtra care to keep you was a price I was willing to pay
And as you get older you will learn, a mother's love is hard to explain,
Not everyone will feel the same; but always know you make me proud every day
Dear son, whether we are together or apart, keep in mind that
Every hour of every day, you will always have a piece of my heart
Remember even in moments of strife,you will forever be an important part of my life
Copyright © Carmen Penchi aka Sunshine
MY Son Ross
My son has a special purpose in life. I am sure of it. His life was spared thrice.
Yesterday, he was a babe in arms; the days and years have passed way too fast.
Somehow, without permission (lol) the boy turned into a man, a good man.
Only yesterday, he went off to school…we vacationed and camped. Everywhere!
Next thing I knew, he was graduating from high school and started working.
Ross, the baby in the family, is going to join the Air Force in ten days…far away.
My son has optimism and has set career goals; I love Ross and shall miss him terribly.
Soon, his life will change. I can see him in my minds eye: exercise and more exercise.
Strong and honorable, my son shall go forth and do some good in the world…love, peace.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 13, 2010
Poetic form: Acrostic
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