Never got to say all I needed too..
Motionless words as this bird flew..
Now I look out my window to reach
I talk to the sky and send feelings
that are kind..
On a quiet night when your thoughts
Out your window they fly with no harm
If you smile for no reason, I'll know why..
Maybe just a few have reached your eyes..
For PD's contest... The reason I picked this piece is because this past month I was able to hear from this lady for whom I wrote this piece about.. I emailed it to her and she was so grateful that I still cared enough to write for her..It gave us closer and helped us both realize why we are better where we are now... love doesn't stop it just gets transformed into a better friendship...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
All the colors that my eyes see
Seem to become a part of me
The red that bleeds my angry days
The gray that shades my darkest ways
The green forest that brings me ease
The purple tracks from my disease
Toni’s black outfit fills my nights
Faith is now my pillow of white
Colors lead to one conclusion
The rainbow is God’s illusion
Through the rainbow what my eyes see
I perceive immorality
For within the words that I write
The will in man to face the fight
To change his life and learn to be
A child of God proud and free
Everyone perceives, as they will
I can only write what I feel
I feel these colors in my soul
God’s rainbow leads to streets of gold
Of all I do and all I see
These colors bring me harmony
Harmonic balance brings me peace
For all my dreams are now in reach
Protected by the flaming sword
I accept Christ to be my Lord
Of all I do and all I feel
I am a servant to his will
It is the Lord who yields my pen
All the glory I give to him
In my words can you not perceive?
Gods rainbow truly brings me ease
Harmony now lives in my soul
See serving God has made me whole
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
As the never world awaits me,
The lord darkness, his cloak now draped.
Haunting images that appear in dreams,
Invade the subconscious, till again I wake
Complative thoughts well before the dawn,
I walk the morning shore,
How many have stood on these same sands,
Reflecting the echoes of those no more.
And still the waves they pound the shore,
Relentless in their quest,
As they crash on the rocks with deafly roar,
White tipped and foaming zest.
Dawn breaks with gilded cotton clouds,
Waiting like courtiers to their king.
Gathering round the sovereign sun,
Bestowing his warmth on everything.
Would that life compare to the shore,
All worries get washed away.
Cares thrown to the four winds,
As on my knees I pray
© N A Windle 2009
Copyright © nicholas windle | Year Posted 2009
Fear not the violent storm
I am comfort safe and warm
Treasure all you hold so dear
Taste the memory of a falling tear
Never forget things of the past
Let their wind fill your mask
Hold your course steady and true
Be the person I see in you
Through out your journey never fear
Know in your heart that I am near
Never more than a whisper away
I'll always hear what you pray
I am the beacon, "The beacon of light"
Guiding you through this stormy night
I realize you are tired and sore
Come maroon your ship up on my shore
And after this storm has had its way
Tomorrow will be a much nicer day
A day for you to sit and write
Of the comfort found in a, "beacon of light"
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
Today I wondered about the rain....
....I wanted it to rain again
The beauty of a chopped up sea
Cobalt turquoise harmony
Warm winds blow indigo Cirrus
Thunder crashes intensely furious
Golden skies mixed crimson setting
West I admire rain-clouds shedding
I miss that smell of rain and sea
With loud cracks of lightening~
Gems rolling against the sand
Treasures kept ....cupped in a hand
Walking along a wondrous fate
Losing my spirit ....I learned to hate
Focusd on a thought or a specific date
I felt sad inside...to have lost my mate
Finding myself in a storm cloud made
An impermeable will and internal shade
I've finally met the marvelous Sea
Stepping along the beach with me....
Had I stayed in my own little storm
Completely compelled to die or conform
I would not have come to realize...
...cannot touch today's skies
By Jane Bowen
Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2009
The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away
Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can
For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history
Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss
I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way
Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head
While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul
He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?
As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb
And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn
This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts
Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free
Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind
I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay
Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me
I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet
I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”
And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
Call me whatever to suit your moods
Lay me out with cuss words, “give me the goods”
Scandalize my name every place you go
“It’s a dog eat dog world” but I hate that flow
So scatter your venom to the four winds of earth
Burn the night oil you may hang in dirt
While hours creep I lie comfortable in my bed
Dead to this world, I fall asleep, well fed
Like a kid after a long, hot day in the pool
In “the dog days of summer”, keeping cool
Each day with a clean heart, I go on my way
Often, “happy as a flea in a dog house”, I stay!
My preference sometimes is to “let sleeping dogs lie”
As this is one baggage, I will not carry ‘til I die
No lasting affect do your words have on me
Wishing you and yours only the best, you see
I know who I am, and keep malice at bay
Fervently I believe that “ every dog has its day”
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010
This poem covers the greatest story ever told
Greater than all the kings and all their gold
This story will bring about deep reflection
Starting with the Immaculate Conception
Of all the stories this is the greatest of all
A complex child born in a simple stall
Quickly the news covered the land
A virgin would be Gods right hand
Inside of her womb a God to a son
Imagine this story has just begun
Everyone knew this child was born to design
Just open your heart and look for the sign
Harrod was driven by fear of not being so great
The first-born son was Harrods fate
Jesus escaped the King and awaited the call
To become the greatest glory of all
This is my master this is our Lord
He is the wielder and we are the sword
He chose his disciples of simple men
Hear tell one was straight out of the pen
The Pharisees called on Pilot the king
At the end he said, “I wash my hands of this thing”
I wonder if when Pilot stepped up to the gate
Jesus washed his hands to seal Pilots fate
Or if he opened his arms to welcome him in
Forgiving Pilot of all of his sins
We took our Lord then nailed him to the cross
As far as humanity that was our greatest loss
But through all the loss just look at the gain
Bought by our Lord through sacrifice and pain
Over 2000 years after this child was born
He came to the prison to make my heart warm
Gave me a gift then our Lord set me free
I reckon the rest would be up to me
As you dress up the tree and hang up the lights
Think of the story of our Lords plight
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
Nightmares, shame, and despair---
You don't go anywhere.
All alone in your mind
even with someone by your side.
You think, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
You thought the hint would be cutting off the phone.
But everyone wants you to release your cares.
The next thing you do is frown and ask, "Where?"
Stinkin' thinkin' is what your mom calls it.
Bad thoughts falling down a bottomless pit.
You wake up hoping those feelings disappear;
but, as usual they end up going nowhere.
You can't seem to get rid of the pain
and in your heart an eternal rain.
No one really knows how you feel
and you have friends that always ask, "What the deal?"
But tomorrow always comes.
Bad days for you, but good for some.
Disparaging words flow in and out of your head.
You're alive but you're living like you're dead!
They're like cobwebs in your mind
that you can't seen to bind.
The hurt is always there
which has always been your fear.
You don't see the destruction your thoughts have created.
Yet relationships were destroyed with the people you've dated.
You allowed your pain to take away time.
Your anger towards others has become the real crime.
It all boils down to that one thing in your past.
A terrible time that from your mind you've yet to cast.
The pain from the physical and spiritual rape
that rolled around in your head like an old videotape.
The abuser was like a father to you
and when it first happened there was nothing you could do.
You felt trapped like you could go nowhere.
His power over you was to instill that fear.
The "fear" is what's wrong
and you must discover another heart song.
Up to this point life hasn't been the best.
Maybe letting go of this is the next test.
There has always been someone that has loved you.
Someone who is capable of taking you through.
He's a Friend that sticks closer than a brother,
Jesus--- a Savior like no other!
If you don't give it to Him so you can thrive
you will plummet to the depths and never survive.
Copyright © Brandee Augustus | Year Posted 2009
Synopsis: The events in this poem never actually happened. I wrote this in a metaphor to
express what was going on at the time.
The stage lights up,
The curtains rise.
I raise my head,
And look in your eyes.
Sounds come through,
The music plays.
This song's for you,
You're in a daze.
The crowd is vast,
The fans are crazed.
You're leaving fast,
You looked amazed...
I keep on singing,
I don't understand.
Your ears are ringing,
I look at the band.
They're still playing,
I walk off stage,
Drop the mic,
I'm running for you,
And you look back,
You keep walking,
It feels like a smack.
I know you don't like it,
When i leave,
Pick up the mic,
And make you grieve.
There isn't much time,
At all anymore,
To see you be mine.
The music took o'er.
You couldn't take it,
Thats why you left.
I know I missed.
I know you planned,
And I ignored.
Now I'm banned,
From entering your door.
I finally catch up,
Tell you I'm sorry.
You give me a hug,
That night so starry.
I left the band,
We both kissed again.
I hope you understand,
I loved you more then.
Copyright © Parker Dellinger | Year Posted 2010
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
A heritage no man can sell,
a history no man can tell;
so much we share in Jesus' band,
nothing to fear, in storms we stand.
To lordly things we are kindred,
mansions of gold, pure and sacred;
to endless beam, to saintly streams,
to heaven's gaze and holy hymns.
Our dreams are shaped eternaly
by faith and love in God's alley;
no baser thought our spirit fills,
as we approach heavenly hills.
We who are born of Christ Jesus,
Hallelujah is our chorus;
pilgrims we are, on earth we roam,
yet pressing on to our glorious home.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2013
The importance of humans is something they teach
Looking at Cosmos, Earth is a grain of sand on the beach
If Earth is just a grain of sand,
Then what is the size and importance of Man?
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2014
everybody knows a dead beat dad
someone full of promises things yet to be had
everybody has a loser for a lover
what you see in them we have yet to discover
everybodys been put up and suddenly let down
and still you hold on to that imaginary clown
everybody feels what you felt and left
and you defend that dead beat unto the last breath
always believing the promise of the rose
is not just believing but knowing one knows
to some the promise of the rose is better than the rose
Copyright © John Loving III | Year Posted 2012
I shivered and watched him as the snow fell
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!
Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.
This complex multiple of nature lives
In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!
Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!
Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.
Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.
Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.
Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.
A donor card was his only ID.
No name--just a wish--was all they could see.
Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
When boys take arms to protect and serve
They only think about, can I make the curve
The cause is just but, do I have the nerve,
hearing all the veterans talk and I observe
They speak of pride and honor, doing what's right
and I ask them "how many did you kill in that fight"
Then, as a silence takes hold of all the noise,
these men stare in silence, like long lost boys
They say "war is a hell, where good men die"
and behind hollow stares, some of them cry
He was a Hero, they say speaking of a friend
knowing he had their back to the bitter end.
Know he sits all alone in a crowded bar,
drinking to forget, staring at a bronze star
Promises that he made to men in graves,
flow in all his thoughts, like endless waves
Why was I the one that survived that day,
they had wives and children to watch at play
I'm home now, with all pieces of me in disarray
42 years, since I kissed the ground in the USA
no star to show but, in pieces like their friend
I carry promises made, as I try to make amends
I think, with all of life's burdens, it's OK if I drown
God says, "I'll take all burdens, just put them down"
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2012
Where is the blame...
When teardops fell just the same...
Pointing fingers in the darkness...
Only spreads a sheet of sadness...
I never left, only walked backwards away...
Then you were small like a flower of yesterday...
We faded like to two sunsets across one sky...
We both pushed tomorrow away as hard as we can try...
The tide of pain washed in and pulled us far out to sea...
Where we tumbled and drowned in a love that wasn't meant to be...
I could stand now and say I'm sorry till the end of time...
But you deserved more then a partime lover who only rhymes...
Where is the blame...
We both can see...
Yesterday and today it's always on me...
~dedicated to an old friend~
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
IL NE SUFFIT PAS (IT IS NOT ENOUGH)
Il ne suffit pas de te pardonner.
(It is not enough to forgive you)
Il ne suffit pas de me pardonner.
(It is not enough to forgive me)
Parce que tu m’as trompé.
(Because you cheated on me)
Parce que je t’ai trompé.
(Because I cheated on you)
Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.
(Both of us, we made mistakes)
Alors, il faut se pardonner.
(Therefore we must forgive each other)
Il ne suffit pas de t’excuser.
(It is not enough to excuse you)
Il ne suffit pas de m’excuser.
(It is not enough to excuse me)
Ça ne sert à rien de t’accuser.
(It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse you)
Ça ne sert à rien de m’accuser.
(It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse me)
Il y a de quoi de nous accuser.
(There is reason to accuse us both)
Ça vaut mieux de nous excuser.
(It's better to excuse us both)
Il ne suffit pas de dire «je t’aime».
(It's not enough to say "I love you")
Il ne suffit pas de dire «tu m’aimes».
(It's not enough to say "you love me")
Il faut continuer de se pardonner
(We must continue to forgive each other)
Et s’empêcher de s’accuser.
(And restrain ourselves from accusing each other)
Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.
(Both of us, we made mistakes)
Mais quand même il faut qu’on s’aime.
(However, we must love each other)
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
I stand here alone, in a room all in black,
Patiently waiting for the gavel to clack;
I don’t get to speak, here at the end,
Persecuted by all, enemy and friend;
They speak of the deeds now tied to my name,
And all I can do is shudder in shame;
I’m here at the trial at the end of my life,
And each testimony cuts like a knife;
I can’t even explain, my deeds say it all,
I await my judgment and try to stand tall;
I was petty, held grudges, and committed mass crime,
And didn’t do productive things with my time;
Six feet below my body is entombed,
And I know deep down my fate is now doomed,
And all I can do I is silently pray,
That God grants me mercy on this solemn day;
The jury is in, they hold my life in their hands,
All I can do is hope He understands;
“Cleared of all charges” the verdict now reads,
My soul once damned is now to be freed;
He granted forgiveness for all of my sins,
Allowing my soul to begin again.
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011
It is so I'm not rich with no money to burn
It is true I have no assets or profits to turn
It is only all of me I have to offer and give
It is with this though you could not live
It is then I was told that it is not enough
It is what made wanting to go on pretty tough
It is in those words causing such hauntings untold
It is not enough shattered my heart and crushed my soul
It is not enough to hear what you had to say
It is even worse letting you go as you walk away
It is still in the shattered pieces of my heart you know
It is there my love for you that will truly never let go
Copyright © Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson | Year Posted 2010
I shall not beg for love but simply ask of thee
to open your bruised heart, accept my apology.
More than words upon my lips, I offer a new day.
My gift, my soul to share – love’s perennial bouquet.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 12/7/15
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
They say “God has forsaken us just look around”
Wars and storms are destroying our hometowns,
They say “if there is a God why are so many in need?”
People are steeling and lying with hearts overwhelmed with greed
They say “It’s all Gods fault”… man takes no blame,
We curse God, push him out of our lives, and then accuse him when we are put to shame,
Oh blinded world filled with an abundance of vanity
You speak evil of him with mouths filled with profanity
Disobeying all he has commanded us to do
His rules were made to keep us safe, to avoid the chaos in which we now suffer through
They say “God is far and he doesn’t care”
When it is our hearts that have turned from him, grown cold, brittle and bare
All we have to do is repent and change our wicked ways
Then in the blink of an eye he will restore us to our golden days
But human pride thinks it can beat him and reason thinks it will win
Read the bible, rebelliousness is how destruction all begins
Society gets darker and more corrupt each and every year
Many are growing hopeless and becoming overwhelmed by fear
God never left us… we as a country left him
God cannot bless a nation who is worshiping sin
In his infinite mercy he has allowed judgment to shake up his lost sheep
Those raindrops you see are his tears…yes our God does weep
Wake up great nation remember why we have been incredibly blessed
It’s not because we’re so brilliant it’s because our forefathers made vows to God that we would give him our best
Generations are born and then they die
It is our obligation to leave a legacy about our creator who is more than just a mystery hidden in the sky
His eyes watch over every human, animal, insect and tree
His love holds this entire world unconditionally
So take some time to consider how fragile are lives really are
Man can’t stop natural disasters or shootings by a mad man in a car
Live each day in love, forgiveness and submission
Put away idolatry, lust and religious tradition
Make a decision to have a “personal” relationship with God alone
And watch how life will change for you whether you’re young or already grown.
By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2012
No longer beckoning to my enemies.
Pain and deceit are just memories.
No longer sitting on my stark throne of lies
Luring days of treachery have gone awry.
Rediscovered my soul, oh the precious gift!
Death of regrets, I beseech to be swift.
My heart and my truth are selflessly mending,
I am hale and hearty, my own happy ending.
**inspired by the poem, A Happy Ending
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013
I've been frozen for so long, your coldness cannot hurt me.
I'm trapped inside of your closed mind, why did you desert me?
My reason has been shattered, but my will is still intact,
If only you would forgive me, you could put my pieces back.
I know the errors of my youth, for you are ever present.
Can't you see any good in me? Don't be blinded by resentment.
So here I wait patiently, suspended from life's animation.
Won't you please release me from your exalted expectations?
Your love for me is hidden, it's been so well concealed,
Happiness only comes, when your love has been revealed.
Don't be afraid! Show your feelings! Open up before you die!
Don't forget me, I'm still waiting for you, frozen in time.
John Derek Hamilton
November 23, 2015
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
Big Lemon or Little Lime
Whether my poem is big lemon or little lime
Good or bad hate taking any or much time
And will end up going far out of my way
To hear something you sadly had to say.
Design of my poems all may be devious
Comparing this one to and with the previous
Turns out being boring and time consuming
And likely overhead my next poem is looming.
Total number of tempting poems grows on and on
And when I write last one my life will be gone
No matter where any of them are left behind
Pronouns and articles are all easy to find.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
This is thanks to Terry Cooper's outstanding
analysis and proclivity whatever that means.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
Your Arms Around Me
Put your arms around me, hold me 'till I feel safe
From the fears that hound me and hide their evil face.
Let me feel your body, so warm while holding mine,
Until I can not see the fears that steal this time.
Let me feel you breathing,in symphony with me
Releasing all the pain, that longs to be set free.
Put your arms around me, and feel the stitching start
Each beat, that's resounding, will heal this broken heart.
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
This gift, this gift, forgiving and free
It was meant for you and me.
Decide forgiveness is a guide,
Look it in the eye and feign no pseudo pride.
Each cut of grief we must care for,
Forget not the root, with forgiveness cure.
Forgiveness is gift we forthright can give,
Like fair advice receivers receive.
Forgiveness is relative of love
It flows in silence from above.
It touches humble hearts, and melts those callous as ice
It may seem radical in part, yet in it we can rejoice.
Can you see its worth?
Partake in its birth.
Let your inner artist roam free,
Forgive you, forgive everybody.
It sets captives free,
It is a gift from God to you and me.
Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
There is a place called Heaven,
that I hope for everyday.
I ask God to help me be a better person
by following Christ's way.
Somedays it doesn't come easy
to find compassion in my heart.
Or show forgiveness needed
to a friend who has torn it apart.
Jesus never said it would be easy
to pick up my cross each day.
Or remember to be thankful,
and get on my knees to pray.
He said to trust in His mercy,
and to give it to others in need.
Because of His Love and Sacrifice,
of His words I take heed.
For Christ is The Bread from Heaven,
and we are who He comes to feed.
Take part in His kindness and mercy,
from all sins we are freed.
The gates of heaven are open,
the veil has been torn.
No need to sit in sorrow,
no need to weep and mourn.
Christ has risen,
Yes, it's true!
Through Him, all things
have been made new!
There is a place called Heaven that I hope for everyday.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
5/1/11 ~ Divine Mercy Sunday
Copyright © Ellen Fahey | Year Posted 2011
One jinn butterfly flew on his wings three wishes lay.
One wish was for true beauty to grace forms caste of clay.
For though all things are beautiful, their mind doeth say neigh
And discord comes when envy vies and jealousy doest play.
And once man’s reached reality as to truth he’s reborn
The butterfly in me would wish true kindness would form.
Kindness, so that none would hurt another and fear be allayed,
kindness for each and every day, so anger and hatred are kept at bay.
The third and final wish my jinn butterfly would carry
Would be forgiveness when in weakness good men do tarry.
Each of us like the butterfly feel trapped ‘tween the glass
Praying to fly free before our glory days have passed.
**In Arabic, a genie (also jinn, jinni, djinni, from Arabic jinni) is a supernatural creature which occupies a parallel world to that of mankind
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
< Racial Segregation
Why Oh Why
Did King Try
Right Or Wrong
Black Or White
Put Up Fight
She Did Bark
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010