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Let go of the rope my tethered friend
Your holding on to a futile end.
For if you fall what’s the consequence?
But if never tried life won’t make sense.
And if you try and don’t succeed
You just may find its all you need.
See God is in the nothingness
Where pain resides along with bliss.
Its up to us to find the strength
And see what all this life is meant.
So take a fall, get up again
And leave that world of bogeymen.
Flying oh so high above the silhouetted trees
in stark of night salvation comes and floats me on the breeze.
I've sipped the sweet nectar of grace and laid forth all my dreams.
I'll likely fall but I won't fail,I'm nourished by moonbeams.
The light begins to filter through as dawn now beckons in.
The weary stars fade fast away and let the sun begin.
So goes the dance of sheltered wishes,destiny unspoken.
A painted sky will heal my soul and fix whatever's broken.
Tenderly I hold these dreams and see them to fruition.
Above the clouds are where they live awaiting love's nutrition.
Now every breath I draw will be succinctly mine to keep.
Eyes that see such dreams of beauty surely cannot weep.
written June 17th,2013
for contest "Above The Clouds"
In moments of silence, we dream in pink tranquility,
a blushing sunrise draped in rays of hope. The ability
to stand tall and then rise, soaring over the beast, shaded
below. Our memories of sickness and sorrow faded
until our tomorrows are crowned in wreaths of laurel.
We are survivors! The beast cannot shred our blooming floral
spirits - our beauty, strength, resolve comes from our mother’s fight
in this long battle. We, who once walked alone, take flight
together on our promise to triumph in pink. We will leave
a legacy of unity to our daughters. We will not grieve
for the days before the noise in our heads became deafening.
We will seize the pink skyline and savor the silencing
of our fears. Prayers of hope will be heard across time and space
as the angels shout in Heaven. This is our fight! This is our race!
The finish line waits, in our sight, on the blazing pink horizon…
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for the PINKTOBER ((Join The Fight )) Contest
**Dedicated to all the brave breast cancer survivors including
my mother-in-law, Joan Saunders**
Slowly breathing with a steady beat
Boots are crunching you feel the heat
You inch on closer, looking around
Watching your friends make not a sound
You have been told to kill this man
A threat he is to freedoms plan
Hold up your rifle, take careful aim
Let go of the guilt your not to blame
Orders you follow a good soldier you are
Try not to think the size of the scar
That this order will bring deep in your soul
We raise the flag on top of this soldier's hole
I will give support, I will lend my hand
So you can brother, continue to stand
To fight for the freedoms of people everywhere
Down your rifle I, with you, shall stare
In the beginning thus Prometheus who loved mankind
Stealing fire from the Gods of Mt Olympus
Then to Earth he did resign
Man marveled at fire’s glowing light
Finding comfort from its warmth at night
Rocks which surrounded the campfire pit
Melted their metals into the ashy spit
Man’s observant brilliant idea dawned
A forge a hammer a chisel and a spear
Once ferocious King of the beast who roared death
Learned to tremble with fear
Bellows of goat skins did man blow across the red hot coals
The white hot warmth thus saturated the metal into hammer and fold
Pound the copper beat the tin-
So man did master the fire therein
Shields and weapons- tools and blades
Due the love of Prometheus made friend
We the man did gratefully accept
To Prometheus we are in his debt
And for his trouble did Zeus make plain
To steal from a God is unforgivable and disdain
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © 2013
Politicians' greed seems to hover
Over our lives, a simmering cover
Separation of Church and State?
Satan planned mankind's fate
As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
Over their land like locusts do cover
The faithful do not fret what is hovering
By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering
Our leaders refuse to make a deal
When enthralled by Satan's Will
Politics, and selfish greed
Failing our Nation's need
Obama-Care, a change that's fair
Or, struggling against Satan's lair?
But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
25 Sep 2013 - 8:13pm
“One Day” I had “A Moment” while “Dreaming” about you
“Sweet” memories came rushing in making me sad and blue
I have lost you way too young and now I am alone
“True Love” was ours to the end but suddenly you’re gone
There will be “No More” “Fire” and “Love” for us again
Help me “Out of Darkness” and take away this pain
The “Sunset” will sometimes bring with it “Regret”
The “Crimson Sky” will give “Love” but don’t fret
The “Red Sun” will “Reach Inside Me” bring a new day
A day full of “Hope” and “Surprise” in every way
“Good Times” will “Flow Slow” if you wish for romance
“Hear the Music” and create your own sweet slow dance
A “Sweet Treat” awaits for those who might
Try to steal “A Kiss” in the pale “Moonlight”
The match is approaching for time has now passed;
He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last.
The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights –
He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight.
He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer;
He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare.
The field now approaches, ominous yet serene –
He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen.
The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk;
And bodies collide with a thud and a shock.
A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size,
But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise.
Hard hits are given and he takes a few;
But he presses on, for his brothers do to.
Win or loss, fallen or tall,
He walks off the field having given it all.
I feel for the miserable day,
They try to take MY gun away…