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Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Carpe Diem | |

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn. 

~JSLambert



Details | Free verse | |

Heart Shaped Balloon

I gave you a balloon,
It held my life inside.

Within a shiny rubber tube
components of my soul aligned,
a sign,
I became something new
for you...

Memories
Feelings
Ideas

Each speck
a tickle upon my breath,
a tiny bubble
of nuanced personality;

The strengths of me debrided
the secrets of my lungs,
pink and untold
for you to confide,
ease trouble
in eyes before me.

Yet
were you astute?
Could your mind compute
the depth 
of the beautiful find
floating before you?

You bent,
my unique particles ended
their show of strength
broken in length;

You twisted,
crushed and divided
my dreams subsided...

Molded to an unrecognizable form,
I became your norm.

Though you never knew,
my secret hope to survive
my own gift
thrive and lift,
lay within you.

Your grip thirsted control so long,
the pieces of me left burst
to skitter away in song
among soaring clouds,
leaving shrouds of pain
grounded and gone...

Flying far from the land
one beautiful day,
away 
from you
and the broken balloon that laid
in your hand.



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If Love Does Not Live (Sonnet for Celene Crescent)

If love does not live so that love may live,
Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship;
Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give,
Darkness and void with no inspired lips;

If love is quashed short of its golden prime,
Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite;
Crushed from its age of blossoming on time,
Like breath strangled from life not to unite!

Then O’ love, send me Pegasus to ride,
Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky;
Touching constellations with them abide,
Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye:

Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds
Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!




Details | Rispetto | |

Purple Horizon Proud

The sun rose bright red not a dark cloud in sight
           Few whispy cotton clouds spread around blue sky
Redtail Hawk in sky left nest for morning flight
          On those cold air currents he did swiftly fly

Door was opened by east north easterly wind
           Letting out illness, death, want_then in comes health
The sun set covered in dense clouds_cold its shroud
           Will it rise in morn purple horizon proud


Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Free verse | |

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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ENGINE OF THE SOUL

Build me an engine –lady of my dream,

Let it be powered by eternal steam.

May patience be your tool of design,

Planning completeness with a cunning mind.

To drive the pistons of a soul’s production,

We need fire with extreme combustion.

This fire from the fervor of powerful prayer

Will create the steam with warmth to spare.

The engine comes to life with a blast and a toot,

And begins to harvest the spiritual fruit.

Run on my soul, with speed aplenty;

For the harvest is rich and the prayers are many.


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Time to Change

How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life’s not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you’re losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it’s time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you’d like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won’t last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It’s time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it’s hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you’ve been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something’s askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There’s help for you along the way. You’ll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, “Thy Will Be Done”, and you’ll see it, I’m sure, but just don’t run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He’ll help bear the load. Don’t bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You’ll get there soon, if you just don’t stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You’ll start to believe you’re in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you’ll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you’ll know he’s there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God’s hands today! There’s no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you.
Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006


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The Tranquillizers




                             THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

They walked together, hand in hand,
Into life’s magical fairyland.
Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain.
Where life could really, begin all over again.
Where were no men in little white coats.
Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats.
Forcing you to do, what you didn’t want to.
Telling you it was all for the best, for you,
People shouting, people crying.
Most of the people talking about dying.
What is this hell, we’ve all come to?
It’s called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through.
Where will it end, what will we do?
None of us really, has a clue.
We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take.
To the men in white coats, life’s a piece of cake.
We are the prisoners, they guard the doors.
Some try to creep out, on all fours.
Into hell and back, we go for a ride.
Eventually if we’re lucky, we come out the other side.
Where we can walk, hand in hand.
Into life’s magical Fairyland.
Where there is trouble, where there is pain.
But at least we can start, living again.





Details | Free verse | |

Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 
wholeness

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself


Details | Blank verse | |

Spiritual Workout

Start by warming up daily
with hands lifted in praise.
Running and jumping in
place as the spirit moves.

Drop and give God sixty
Sixty minutes in prayer that is!
This work out is especially good
for the heart as it will strengthen
and bring about eternal life.

Endurance training begins with walking
the straight and narrow.
Mountain climbing after a long walk 
in the valley is also highly recommended.

Begin a weight training program by carrying
his cross and increase to carrying burdens for others!
Such training is excellent for preparing for the final 
foot race to Glory!

Results will be felt and seen immediately if 
soreness or pain are experienced apply a generous 
amount of the Balm of Gilead.

Remember to rest often by leaning on Jesus,and
cool off with showers of blessings.

Before beginning an exercise program always
consult with the Great Physician. 

 





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The Truth

It’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
For I choose to live my life
As full as it can be
It’s true they did some cutting
To get the cancer out
But I’m still fighting cancer
And it is quite a bout
It’s true that I’ll do chemo
And chemo makes you sick
While chemo kills the cancer
That’s not what makes me tick
For me, it’s love of family
My daughter and my wife
And I’ll have a brand new grandchild
And that – to me – is life
Each moment that I’m living
My love for them grows strong
And loving equals living
That’s what keeps me going on
So it’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
And like a wise man said once
The truth shall set you free.


Details | Free verse | |

Epilepsy

Sudden and strangely strong
many shocks flood my body
causing muscles to stiffen
in protest.
Does it hurt?
Sometimes.
My mind drowns itself in
electricity without prior warning
causing a myriad of odd seizures. 
Each one different from the 
last; no seizure is the same.
My memory is not impaired,
I remember every one and 
everything around me,
although speech disappears.
People appear scared, not from me
but from what I have – epilepsy.
Many stigmas float around the
condition, many are as false
as the common school rumour.
Still they are believed like an old
wife’s tale.
Epilepsy?
An unwanted burden,
it limits possibilities, 
still I have it and so bare
its unwanted scars.
My life impounded and unfulfilled,
epilepsy is a curse without
any hope of a cure,
it’s only made controllable
by a blend of concoctions created
by textbook intellect.
Still my body and soul remain my own
regardless of how hard it tries
to take control,
I remain confident and strong.
Epilepsy?
Dominant as it may be life must
go on and I must continue to grow
and prosper.



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Rehab

So much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to shout.
It was like being trapped behind bars without a way
to get out.
My mind going wild with all these questions of why.
The only way to escape was to fall asleep or to cry.
What did I do so bad that made me have to pay?
My friends, my dreams, and my life was swepped away.
I know I can do it! I try and I try.
Nothing seems to get better. I sometimes wish
I would Die.
Starved for attention. I wanna talk to the world.
I just miss being loved. Miss the warmth of a girl.
Snickers and stairs is what my life has become.
I'm treated like I'm a kid, like I'm sick, or I'm dumb.
One day to the next. Life becomes work just to be alive.
I thank god for my blessings. I thank god I survived.
I finally see some improvement. More hope tickles
my brain.
It was worth all the time, all the tears, all the pain.
I awake with a smile and new hope to move on.
I did it! I did it! All those hard times are gone!


Details | Narrative | |

Making Lemonade

When you're walking Scuffling along in trouble's shoes Head hanging low Mumbling moody blues Well me, I'm making lemonade Why can't you Taking bitter adding something sweet Maybe a smidge, no a heap full of hope Heck, by days end I'll mix it up Movin' straight to, getting crazy in root beer floats When all you see is red Awful thoughts pound your head "Honey do this, honey do that" I'm sitting back Feet up, sipping lemonade again You look my way and say "Boy, he's got it made" Not so my friend I just taking my lemons And making me some lemonade instead There's so much "other time" To have your little gripes Or your petty cries But, now let's toast away the grind And partake in some lemonade on ice You've come this far "And guess what? You've got your health" Check your pulse you're still alive So change your ways Brother, embrace the lemons Squeeze fresh into winner ala mode And "live baby, baby live! in lemonade days "Ahhh ... such sweetness"


Details | I do not know? | |

i began to write love on my arms<3

[beforehand i just want to let you know that i wrote this in honor of November 17th. which is 
To Write Love On Her Arms Day. im hoping to come up with a better one before than. but i 
still hope you enjoy this quickly-wrote one(: ]

this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my struggle,
my fall downs, 
&& all the breakdowns.
this is about every wound i placed upon my body.
over 60 self inflicted wounds,
that as my story went on they began to heal.
i stoped writing "give up" 
i began to write love on my arms<3
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my past.
how it haunted me for years,
&& how im still running from some of it.
this is how i went from a hood rat,
to me actually caring about myself.
i began to write love on my arms<3
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about how i learned to keep the bottle off of my nightstand.
i dont need liquor running through my veins 24/7.
i started to look at life through sober eyes.
i began to write love on my arms<3
&& as i wrote this day after day, i saw that i was loved. 
i found comfort in better things then pills, liquor, && razorblades.
&& even though i am still in healing,
my story is not over.
&& it will never be.
i still write love on my arms<3


Details | Senryu | |

I'm Cleaning Up My Act

<                                        amidst thy shell's core

                                          healing of ones soul begins

                                         with .........  wholesome cleansing 

                                         

                                         

                                           

                                          
 
                                


Details | Quatrain | |

STUFF HAPPENS

Life happens when you're busy,
Making other plans,
And things are often side tracked,
By circumstantial demands.

When you least expect it,
And sometimes when you do,
Life throws you a curve ball,
And some folks sit and stew.

They fuss and cuss and grumble,
Stomp their feet and call out names,
When it's just life in one big bundle,
And there's no one to blame.

Stuff happens, that's the way it is,
Grow up and face the facts.
Learn to face it like a man,
Stop putting on an act,

Like everything should be just fine,
Should be a bed of roses,
Well every rose bush has some thorns,
As well as blossoms for our noses.

Life justisn't perfect.
It's just not meant to be.
It's not your fault and it's not mine.
There's no use blaming me.

Relax and learn to smile at life.
Just take it as it comes.
You really have no other choice.
You might as well have fun.

Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out,
You'll come out better in the trade,
If when life hands you some lemons,
You'll make some lemonade.

You'll live a whole lot longer,
And maybe keep your wife,
If you stop your griping,
And accept that that's just life.

                                   Judy Ball


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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.


Details | Free verse | |

Hello Carolyn

For my Devonshire
To which I dare to aspire
I still feel your fire 
Nay deny that you retire
My wish for you to sail higher
This many do desire
We continue to conspire
Father her life is no on the wire
I beseech you sire
Much love have we all acquired
Though her fears may be dire

Toss those to the wind
With this message I send
You are my dear dear friend
No matter what end
With these words i say again
Father she is my friend 
My true next of kin
It's time to see a wind


Details | Haiku | |

Nurtured Peace

New growth of life blooms
Nurtured by water and light
Look within for peace
	
	


Details | I do not know? | |

Tishmandu

Tishmandu
 
My eyes can see
That the sand is like sea
And it stretches to the end of my mind
On a ship set to sail
with four legs and a tail
Tishmandu I set out to find
 
Now the wind is of sand
and can lend a hand
in tearing the flesh from your bone
So your head you keep wrapped
your snaps keep snapped
and you never travel alone
 
The heat at midday
is to kill and waylay
if the body and soul are not one
So you pray to the east
and prepare for slim feast
begging passage under full sun
 
Caravan of the seed
born on camels that breed
in an endless march between wells
Over lost count of dunes
under God and full moons
blessing passage with incense and bells
 
At the end of the day
when gold turns to grey
and the stars brighten the skies
A device is brought forth 
to determine true north
and the path where Tishmandu lies
 
On the fortieth morn
pressing lips to the horn
a signal beckons us wake
Leaving water behind
on a course now refined
the final leagues we must take
 
Tishmandu is a place
where a white mans face
has never been seen or allowed
But the people have need
and my service agreed
in a land under sky without cloud
 
Like feathers of blue
in the distance I view
the flags on top of the walls
Though my limbs are worn
my very fabric is torn
I move towards Tishmandu halls
 
At last in the shade
a walled shelter is bade
I meet with the maker of rules
A service I bring
but to rules I must cling
or a tortures price must be paid
 
Twenty days and seven
in the passes of heaven
I treated the sick and the lame
With rules on my mind
the medicines I grind
The devil of Tish for to tame

As I washed the sick
and avoided blunt stick
the God of the desert did smile
For the people made well
in this fortified hell
where spirit is subject to trial
 
In the end I am paid
for the journey I made
and the healing and medicine new
On my camel back
salted meats in my pack
I Bid farewell to Tishmandu
 
RAMA, Ink


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


Details | Narrative | |

SHAKEN BUT NOT BROKEN

 
FROM THE MOMENT THAT SHE MET HIM 
SHE WAS AWESTRUCK!!! 
HE HAD THE WORDS, HE HAD THE CLOTHES, HE HAD THE LOOK 
HE HAD THIS SMOOTH, UNCANNY WAY 
THAT EASED HIM RIGHT THROUGH HER DEFENSES 
THAT LEFT HER DANGLING, HELPLESS...FROM HIS HOOK 
SHE WAS A CHRISTIAN WOMAN, AND 
SHE MINISTERED IN CHURCH 
HAD NEVER KNOWN A MAN LIKE THIS BEFORE 
A MAN WHO KNEW THE BIBLE 
EVERY CHAPTER...EVERY VERSE 
A CHARISMA, SHE FOUND TOO HARD TO IGNORE 
HE DATED HER THE CHRISTIAN WAY 
SHE MET HIS FAMILY 
THIS HUMAN BROOM, WHO SWEPT HER OFF HER FEET 
RESISTING EVERY SEXUAL URGE 
UNTIL THEIR WEDDING NIGHT 
BUT ON THAT NIGHT, HE TOOK HER, HOT, AND SWEET 
HER SPIRIT KNEW, BEFORE HER "MIND" CAUGHT ON 
SOMETHING HAD CHANGED 
A HORROR UNEXPLAINED HAD GRIPPED HER SOUL 
THIS CHRISTIAN MAN SHE MARRIED 
HAD TURNED OUT TO BE A DEMON 
AND HER COMPLETE DESTRUCTION, WAS HIS GOAL 
WITH COLD METHODIC PURPOSE 
HE HAD PLANNED HIS WIFE'S DEMISE 
HE GAVE HER AIDS, AND THOUGHT HER FATE WAS SEALED 
SHE WAS SHAKEN, BUT NOT BROKEN 
AND WITH STEADFAST FAITH, SHE SHOUTED... 
"THANK YOU JESUS! BY HIS STRIPES, I'M HEALED!!! 
HE HAD COME TO CHURCH TO FIND A SAINT 
WHOSE LIFE HE COULD DESTROY 
THE DEVIL WRAPPED, IN CHRISTIAN MALE ATTIRE 
HE GOT IN THROUGH HER EGO 
AND DESIRE TO BE LOVED 
BUT OH PRAISE GOD, THE DEVIL IS A LIAR 
THE LESSON HERE, THE DEVIL 
GOES TO CHURCH AS MUCH AS YOU DO 
DELIGHTING IN DESTRUCTION OF THE FLOCK 
AND SHOULD YOU FIND YOURSELF A TARGET 
OF HIS DEADLY PURPOSE 
REMEMBER, ALWAYS...JESUS, IS YOUR ROCK! 

AMEN! 


Details | Light Poetry | |

SUMMER BEACH WEAR

they walk in suite
that are thin
ask how didn't they get in
its so tight
you see thur right
you can't help but stare
back out and bare
where i live theyer near
those lady
SUMMER BEACH WEAR


Details | Narrative | |

The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


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' Walk With Me ... ' ( 23rd Psalms )

         ‘ Walk With Me … ’ ( Based On 23rd Psalms )



‘ Walk With Me ’… my Lord Said,
‘ Walk With Me and Be Unafraid
Walk With Me, and You Will Know
when You Walk With Me, I Go Where You Go …

I’ll Go Where You Must Go                                               Matt. 28: 20
We’ll Face Storms, That Blow
We’ll Face Every Lion’s Roar
... Even Face Death’s Door …

Because, If You Walk With Me … I Am The Key                   John 11: 25, 26
I Open Faith, To Set You Free
I Open Miracles and Possibilities
I Open Proof … So You Can Believe                                    Gen. 1: 1

… and I Walk, Beside Your Trail of Tears
I’ll Be The Light, Thru Your Darkest Fears
I’ll Walk Beside You, Thru All Paths of Pain
& I Promise You … We’ll Reach The Rainbow, After The Rain   James 2: 5

… All I Ask … is, ‘ Walk With Me …
and You ... Will Walk For Eternity …                                      John 3: 16


For Rhonda Hero – Stay Strong, Brave and Believe,
            My Poet-Sister …  Our Prayers and 
                 Christian Love Are With You

                                   MoonBee


Details | Personification | |

Up Up And Away We Go

                                                Clouds endlessly float
                                                beyond broad  horizon


                                           
                                         
                                                Clusters of soft cotton
                                                Light and Oh so fluffy
                                                Only to be held so high
                                                Up up and away we go
                                                Drifting through the air
                                                Slowly releasing wetness










Tribute To The Blind



Also this is my entry for
Elaine George's 
Personification Contest











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Can You Spare Some Change?

they say the only people who can't change themselves are babies when they're wet
yet  most people won't even try to change when they reach the adult set
they live lives of quiet desperation, still singing the same sad songs
and can't seem to stop acting like babies no matter how right or how wrong
yet when it comes to discussing the future of modern man
scientists have discover that our behavior has gotten out of hand
we overeat, we over-drink, we smoke, we're anxious, stressed and depressed
we need to practice some restraint and change so that we can be blessed
stop looking at life in the same way and start living for the better
it's time to make some changes and stop acting like we're still bed wetters
with a need for our priorities in life to be rearranged
so I ask this question, "can you spare some change?"

If you want a genuine change and transformation to come about
it's an inside job that must occur without any hesitation or doubt
yet many desire to maintain the status quo but at the same time want progress
but that's an impossible task to accomplish so again to you I address
can you spare some change? do you desire to move forward and grow?
can you spare some change in this life that you now know?
if you've ever heard someone say, "that's not the way we used to do it"
tell them to make a change and then listen the Holy Spirit

we need to stop all the unnecessary stressing
we might miss our anointing or our blessing
let go of all that harmful behavior
standing between you and your personal Savior
stop being over-indulgent, learn to exercise and trim the fat
remove the blinders so you'll no longer be flying around like a blind bat
seek out the Lord Jesus Christ 
and let His wisdom guide your life
It's time for your attitude to be rearranged
a life altering decision, can you spare some change?

become a risk taker and step out on a limb 
be like the tax collector, Zacchaeus determined to find Him
Jesus Christ whom he needed to see
he even went so far as to climb up a sycamore tree
now reformed from a tax collecting sinner
transformed into a spiritual winner
now a disciple of the Good News
salvation at hand, no longer living confused
willing to do whatever The Lord asks for
gave half his wealth to the disadvantaged and the poor
he made a concession that was so brave and so bold
to give any he might have cheated back their money four-fold
the crowd then murmured for they found all this strange
but Zacchaeus was a man who willing to spare some change



Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.


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I Still Remember

I scratch my head and too often wonder
And while gazing hinder I see disarray.
I recall those times of my err and blunder
times void of Jesus to brighten my day.

As I posed the question did any care?
The obvious answer I was unable to see.
Until life became more than I could bear
I found Jesus was patiently waiting on me.

I realized that countless agonized for me
Through prayer straight to God's throne.
But from blinded eyes I'd refused to see
Attempting to do things on my very own.

But during a crisis I became spirit broken
For my body was now stricken with cancer.
I surrendered life entire, not just a token
I accepted Jesus Christ as the living answer.














Details | I do not know? | |

To Media

The media has a magnificent way
In a manipulating many minds
In our hearts the truth to find
To criticize without watching 
yourself makes us wonder
We all need help
How can we defame
and try to reclaim
Should feel ashame
Cause it is kind of Lame
Such hatred needs to go
The frustation that we show
will only grow unless
we make a change this you should know
So
Love Yourself and One another
and stop fighting against your sister and brother


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This poem is my own recovery from Valium O Little White Tablet

‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’

O little white tablet, how I hate you,
I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you.
You looked so innocent, so white, so pure.
I was told you were the answer to everything,
(The cure)
No-one told me, when they introduced me to 
the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue.
The blue being five times stronger than you.
No-one told me of the dangers you held within.
Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering.
No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen 
years of my life.
That I would be unable to function properly,
as a Mother and Wife.
No-one told me, I would get addicted to you.
Of all the pain and suffering, I would
have to go through.
To get you out of my system, alone took two years. 
Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears.
Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia.
Several more years, destroyed by fear.
Which a lot of people, say is caused by you.
Not being able to go out, far or near.
Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear.
O little white tablet, how I hate you.
But in the end I was the winner Not you.

This poem refers to prescribed drugs


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A poem for my best friend of 30 years who died last year from booze Linda

Linda

I remember the first time we met you came round for a coffee. 
I remember it well, we sat talking for hours, just you and me.
Over the next few years, We must have drunk hundreds of cups.
Life was a roll of downs, Then ups. 
I remember the first time I met your Mum. All dressed in pale blue.
I think she was going to some special do.

I remember Jills first birthday party, even the  dress she wore.
The house was full of friends and family and more.
Val and Grandma, Carol and Jane all of their familys as well.
The house was packed, certainly a tale to tell.
The Bell Inn at Ingolmells where we all went for a drink.
Then round to our caravan, coffees to sink.

I remember Claire as a child, the hours she used to spend at our home.
Every Monday on the way to Slimming World she got credit for her phone.
I remember all the things she used to help me with. shopping, baking, 
washing the dishes the cups and the plates.
All this before she was even eight.
I remember so many things that we used to do. The bonfire parties at your 
house.
All the same crowd their having the time of their lives.

Then the big bash for my big Five O.
I wanted a really big show.
So we prepared all the food at your house, Then carried it all over to mine.
Only just got it all ready in time.
I did the cake it was a huge chocolate train.
Something big enough to get all the candles on was my aim.

Life throws some really awful things at you.
Some so bad you  just don’t know what to do.
Our friendship spanned almost  thirty years
A lot of fun a lot of tears.
When the police came round to our house that night, I didn’t even realize you 
had gone.
I thought you were just ill again, I found out almost a week later on

Especially as we had only been chatting a couple or so weeks before, About 
the past.
On that day you looked so well with all your make up on, I thought you were 
on the mend at last.
On your birthday in May I thought of you, 
All the things we had been through,          Rest in peace. Love  Pat


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A living hell My Agoraphobia

My Agoraphobia.
In 1983 you came back  into my life.
Bringing me nothing, but trouble and strife.
You kept me a prisoner in my own home.
When all I longed for, Was to go out alone.
You caused me pain, you made cry,
I felt so ill, I thought I would die.
From doctor, to doctor, from pillar to post.
Where o where, is the cure I wanted the most?
Where exactly does the answer lie?
Eventually I found it, in a doctor called Di.
She gave me the will to carry on and fight.
I fought so hard, with all of  my might.
The shops in the village seemed so very far away.
If only I could go out, just for one single day.
I tried and tried, the tears, the pain,
It was a battle lose or gain,
I gave it everything, yes everything I had.
It wasn’t easy, in fact, it was very bad.
In 1990, after 7 long years,
A lot of heartache, many, many tears,
I was starting to win the battle of getting out the door,
With each day, I was doing more and more,
But there was still so many things that I couldn’t do alone.
Still so many jobs, that had to be done on the phone.
I could now walk to the shops, there and back,
 get the groceries, take them home, and unpack,
But I still couldn’t get a bus into town on my own,
only if I had someone to go with, borrowed, on loan.
It took several more years, of heartbreak and pain,
Before I could finally travel alone again.
May 2nd  2000, I jumped on a bus and popped into town,
It was just like my world had been turned upside down.
HERE WAS I FREE AT LAST,
Finally free to forget the past.
So I decided to do something I had never done before. 
I started at college part time, each day I couldn’t wait to get out of the door,
To catch my bus, to feel like I had finally rejoined the human race.
Living life at a hectic pace.
Going to college at the age of 53,
Really did do wanders for me.
The computer course was harder than I thought it would be, 
but others in the class helped me.
Our tutor was really nice,
Always ready with good advice.
Now I really feel I have turned my life completely around,
With this new freedom I have found.
With a lot of help, from my husband and son,
The battle is over, finally won.
So its goodbye agoraphobia you belong in the past,
Never again will you get me in your grasp.

This is a true poem of my own battle with Agoraphobia, That robbed me of a lot of my life, 


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Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


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The Hospital Fairyland

THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

They walked together, hand in hand,
Into life’s magical fairyland.
Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain.
Where life could really, begin all over again.
Where were no men in little white coats.
Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats.
Forcing you to do, what you didn’t want to.
Telling you it was all for the best, for you,
People shouting, people crying.
Most of the people talking about dying.
What is this hell, we’ve all come to?
It’s called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through.
Where will it end, what will we do?
None of us really, has a clue.
We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take.
To the men in white coats, life’s a piece of cake.
We are the prisoners, they guard the doors.
Some try to creep out, on all fours.
Into hell and back, we go for a ride.
Eventually if we’re lucky, we come out the other side.
Where we can walk, hand in hand.
Into life’s magical Fairyland.
Where there is trouble, where there is pain.
But at least we can start, living again.


Details | Acrostic | |

Autism Acrostic Poem

A utism
U nderestimates
T he
I ndividual’s
S uccessful
M oments


Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me


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I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst


Details | Free verse | |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Acrostic | |

Smile

Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life


Details | Lyric | |

This Aint Real

Your face, 
Made a fake smile, (you said)
I love you,
I need you,
I want you just for a while,
You told me,
That I made you smile,
All the things you said to me,
Are just words now,
How can we love,
When you love me for yourself,
(This Aint Love)

Chorus: 2x
What are we doin,
If this love ain't real,
What is this feeling,
That I feel,

I'm broken in emotion,
I'm broken in love, (you said)
I need you,
I want you
You're the only one,
I'm thinkin of, (so tell me)
How can we love, 
When there's always someone else,
(This Aint Love)

Chorus 2x
Bridge:
How can we love,
When there's always someone else,
How can we make up,
When you only love me for yourself,

verse #3:
You got me imprisoned, 
Inside your heart,
When kissed
I felt, Like we,
Would never be apart,
chorus 2x

 


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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Details | Haiku | |

The Apple Don't Fall Far From The Tree

<                                          amidst .... apple tree
                                        black bear .... pounces limb
                                              cubs wait .... below









Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Fall Animal Haiku Contest
G.L. All
                                            


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


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Moving On Singing A Song

She read one of her poems on TV. 
For all the world to hear and see.
She also spoke softly of all her pain,
To show all the world what she had gained.
To the magazines she told her story,
To show the world, the before, the after, then the glory.
On the radio she told what it was like,
She told the world while she held the mike.
For ten whole years she answered letters from far and near,
From others who also had the fear.
Then one day she just gave it all up, and said no more.
AGORAPHOBIA, you won’t come back to my door,
It’s time to put you in the past where you belong.
While she goes off to sing a song,
At little Ps, the Methodists or J.A.M.
Singing nursery rhymes, just being NAN,
And maybe in her spare time,
She will still write the occasional rhyme.


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Tuesday 1st May, My own true poem celebrating Tuesday the 1st May

On Tuesday  the 1st of May.

We will  celebrate this very special day,

Balloons will  float through the sky.

So if you see us letting them off you will know the reason why,

We are celebrating 20+ years to this very day,

The day our lives changed forever,

The day the bully was not so clever.

The moral of this story is in.

The fact that you must never let the bully win.

No matter how scared you really are inside,

No matter how many tears you have cried.

So if you look  up and see one of our balloons floating in the sky

You will  know the reason why.






 


Details | Acrostic | |

Happiness

Happiness (acrostic)
Happiness is found within not in people and things

Acceptance of the present regardless of what fears/ inner demons you may be facing

Persistence in seeking love and happiness inside ourselves so we may experience the abundance of love and beauty that encompasses us

Patience with ourselves as we learn and grow through our personal trials and tribulations life often presents to us, unexpectedly

Inside ourselves are all the answers we seek, believe in yourself with a smile on your face

Never give up on yourself! Challenge your belief systems with an open heart and a positive mind set

Endless love & happiness awaits you, seek it consciously without delay

Spirit of love is the essence of our original form; happiness is our natural state of being

Smile in the face of adversity and feel your spirit soar to new heights experiencing love, peace and happiness from this moment forward.  Live as if there is no tomorrow, for you reap what you sow :) :) :)


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Their Own World - a poem about Autism

The people blessed with Autism
Are unique in their own way, 
For they live in their own world
Each and every single day.

The cause remains a mystery
No two people are the same,
For they live in their own world
There’s no one that you can blame.

They are special and quite complex
Yet their hearts are made of gold,
For they live in their own world
Most do only what they’re told.

It effects each one so different
Many are smart and work alone,
For they live in their own world
Feel safest when they’re home.

Many of them can learn when taught
But only at their own pace,
For they live in their own world
Patience is what it takes.

Their uniqueness is a blessing
Take each day that you can get,
For they live in their own world
You will know when you have met.

Experts say they must have sameness
I found this not to be true,
For they live in their own world
They’ve feelings like me and you.

One day at a time is a must
Give them a chance just to grow,
For they live in their own world
Their talents begin to show.

They all have their own little niche
Some can paint do math and more,
For they live in their own world
Have faith and don’t shut the door.

Some people are just ignorant
Consider them strange a tad,
For they live in their own world
Which really isn’t that bad.

So if you can ever enter
Into their hearts you must go,
For they live in their own world
Which is difficult to show.


Details | Cinquain | |

Mama's Pizza {Cinquain}

                                                             pizza
                                                     doughy mixture
                                             cheesy gooey stretching
                                         bakers oven homestyle freshly
                                                        sourdough


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My Miracle

My request to relay to your kinfolk That made their journey inside Heaven's Gate To keep a watch over one of my folk Her parents have reserved her special date She met all the medical needs guidelines For the best research university All the scientists studying her enzymes Have expertise to do the surgery Skilled technicians on this miracle case All are trained to perform as a machine All prayers are needed, for wishes of grace Don't want any, wishes to be unseen Spring is in the scheme for her release date Grandpa, waits for the day I see my mate


Details | Free verse | |

If Wrists Could Speak

Fear
loathe
pity us Not

We scars

so judiciously brought into existence
by silent shreds
of emotion:

Jagged sighs,
wretched smiles,
come journey Dysfunction.

We beg your brave outsiders' senses
to peer

Are you
Perplexed by soft whispers
that emanate Clear
from each
line?

Does our breadth
of a slice
of depth
of vice

the stripping of seams
to bloodlines
within,

defy perfect dreams
of sweet nectar
skin?

Dare you touch these velvet ropes
muddied
from cold steel
hue

now dry 
in caked puddles 
of lost hopes,

once winding
thick
through?

Fear
loathe
pity us Not

We scars

so judiciously sought into existence
by silent shreds
of promise:

Sound larks
of empathy's
song,

Heed the marks
of our concern,
liquid and long...

We merely yearn
to be forgotten

in realms of healing
Hope
begotten.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bully Part 1

The Bully

27 Years ago, you showed me the door,
Because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
That day was the worst of my life,
I wanted to die, to escape the strife.
All I needed was a simple letter,
To give me a chance to get better.
Now when I look back and see, you certainly did
 me a favour that day.
In 1986 Thursday the first of May.
From then on people listened to what I had to say,
Doctors and Nurses went out or their way,
I got the treatment I needed at last,
Bit by bit they went over the past.
One whole year is all it took,
A lot of hard work, a little luck.
To this very day I have never been back,
26 whole years and that’s a fact.
The last few years have been the best of my life,
Truly content being a Mother and Wife.
And Nanny as well,
Must not let my head swell,
A collection of poems all written by me..
My story in 7 magazines for the whole world to see.
A whole new extension to the house designed by me.
Also having to cope with the death of my mother,
Then four months later the death of my mother’s sister,
God not another.
Having my kitchen demolished completely,
did put me in a fix.
But being so well, even that couldn’t knock me for six.
So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter,
At least give THEM, the chance to get better.
For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day,
Thursday 1986 the first of May,
The day that you showed me the door,
Just because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
They say that time heals all pain,

I’m lucky I’ve learnt to live again.







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Dream Reflections

Dream Reflections

So drained,
I feel like a trained monkey
Who is paid to dance

I can't wait for 
The chance to sleep 
If it doesn't 
Happen soon
Grim reaper might come
Knocking at my door
When I fall asleep
 Driving home

I shall visit the moors of 
Ancient fairies and 
Hills of enchantment,
Once my curly head lands 
On my feather pillow

I might dream of lazy days
Laying under a weeping willow tree
After taking a long dip in a cool 
Stream on a hot summer day

Who knows where my 
Subconscious might take me,
Good thing my 
Admission will be free,
Because I don't have a 
Penny on me currently

Time is ticking so swiftly
 These trying days,
I must say goodbye,
Before I drift off to 
Dreamland too suddenly

Goodnight


Details | Lanterne | |

A BEAUTIFUL MIND

on pages of snuffed nights rise rebirth of life
****************** *from the Oscar-winning movie bearing same title (( for Royal Trevino's " My Favorite Movie--Lanterne "Contest))


Details | Cinquain | |

Easing Your Pain


anxious substernal pain a reassuring voice Paramedic skill, care, finesse relief Dedicated to Ontario’s first Paramedic (1985) who you want at your side if you’re sick, always at mine, my husband, James Ramage Written by Lee Ramage August 30, 2011 Constance La France’s contest “A Short Poem, Please” Placement: Third


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Conium


With airy moves the thinker tried to gulp
one more full glass of the potent liquor,
'das zould bee iit', he said, in English calque,
'afta zis bottle I'll be a quitter'.

His mind analyzed why Socrates drunk,
instead of this pure nectar, conium,
He started writing knowing he would flunk,
and his pen's gems would be zirconium.

He drunk and gargled the eighty proof gold,
in his blurred vision Philipp Lenard laughed,
and Karl Max Plank's postulate did unfold
quantized integration calculus' craft.

He wondered if the philosopher's norm
that electromagnetic energy,
could solely emit in quantized form,
was the discovery of last century.

(You know in zis vorld ze gut schnapps is rare,
like slivovitz und aquavit und kirsch),
he read somewhere from drinks to be aware,
- 'Chain nuclear reactions' book of Frisch,

Outraged he saw the drink's surface descend,
with airy moves he called the liquor store,
Maxwell's equations started to blend,
through electrodynamics slept with snore.

© 02-09-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(rhyme)
(a poem against excessive alcohol consumption)

Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
Placement: 3rd


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Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


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Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.



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Virginity

Back to back we are bound
Hands tied, yet we defend
A treasure quite profound
Thought highly of by men

Hands tied yet we defend
Our innocence and pride
That for many has been bent
And, some have thrown aside

Our innocence and pride
Worth more than you possess
Although daily we are tried 
We are stronger than the rest

Worth more than you possess
Women own the power
Some sell it upon request
We prefer you climb the tower

Women own the power
A treasure quite profound
We prefer you climb the tower
Back to back we are bound

-Miranda Lambert-
**I will dedicate this to my little sister when she’s a little older :-)**
~Contest: Back to Back by: Paula Swanson~ 


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Fruits of forgiveness

peaceful body and soul
spirit free to love again
fruits of forgiveness


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Yes!

In my heart
Good
feel Happy.


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Pains

Physical suffering, too many,
Afflicted by physical diseases and pains,
Inconceivable that nothing can be done,
Never-Never Land; an imaginary place without diseases and pains, could that be?
Serenity; quiet the mind, body, soul, guide me Dear Lord, free me of disease and pain.


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Yoga in Poem - A novel Approach 01 of Many


Yoga in Poem - A novel attempt 01/ Many YOGA is a priceless gift given by great ancient Indian saints for every human being through Vedas. I am trying to bring one step each week before all my known and unknown friends of Poetry Soup and for other viewers for a glimpse of this treasure of India, which in fact is a gift of Good Health for the entire humanity. Ravindra Meditation Step 01 Meditation remains The essence of healthy living And the most precious Gift given to humans By the Almighty God. We think and think And puzzle our mind With ideas and emotions With worries and Irrelevant thoughts. This goes on in our minds Ever since we find that We have grown-up To know and understand And to behave with The world. But unfortunately From that very time We unknowingly start Worrying also and Sometimes Not only during daytime But even When we are in sleep. This never ending Row of worries and worries only Sometimes for reasons And often without a season Have become a habit To lament On what we have and More on, What we do not have. This constant Lamentation and pondering Brings and form shape A Free Gift for all of us In the form of slow poisoning Which we inhale and drink Every day and every moment When we breathe and talk When we love or walk When we behave and misbehave When we are in a haste and Even when We lie on a cot Or when we fight Without a cause. This constant thinking and Worrying Slowly destroy everything Good and great in our heart Given by the Almighty God. But meditation and Yoga Can restore What we often unknowingly Just throw away By our day and night worrying Which continues When we go to sleep or Are busy in accomplishing our tasks. Meditation and Yoga Can restore What we often unknowingly Have lost By our worries While sleeping and even while Accomplishing our tasks With a gift of better and healthy life. Ravindra Kanpur India 4rd /6th July 2013 To be continued …… NOTE: The series which I am starting today is also a gift for all American friends on their Great of Independence 4th July. My Greetings for all of you. With best wishes…Ravindra
Benefits of Meditation can be seen and noted on the following webpage. http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/2008/05/100-benefits-of-meditation/


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Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.

Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.

Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.

My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.

Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.

Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.

We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”

One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”

When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.

A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.

We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.

It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.


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An Elderly Lament

She sits there slowly rocking
In the chair that's by her bed
Sometimes it gets so lonely
That she wishes she were dead

She knows that now and then
She might forget the time or place
And once in every while
She may not recognize a face

Putting on her slippers
That were right there by the wall
She stumbled from her seat
And started walking down the hall

She passed the nurses' station
No one saw her going by
She eased into the chapel
Where she hung her head and cried

"Where are all my children
They don't visit anymore
And what about my sisters
They've only been here twice before"

"I know they think I'm crazy
At times I think so, too
I never really asked for this
There's nothing I can do"

She reached into the pocket
Of her wrinkled cotton gown
She found the tattered holy card
And heavily knelt down

She used to know the prayer by heart
Then the ilness took control
Now she had to read the words
That filled her very soul

She prayed, "Hail Mary, full of grace"
And a bright light filled the room
A soothing warmth came over her
Dispelling any gloom

"My child, you need not kneel
Jesus knows you've done your best
You've grown so tired and weary
It is now your turn to rest"

"I know you feel abandoned
By your family and friends
But in heaven you're surrounded
With a love that never ends"

"You've sacrificed so very much
Your family always first
Standing by through thick and thin
In good times and in worst"

"Your children surely love you
Your friends have shown they care
I came to tell you all of this
For I have heard their prayers"

"It's difficult for them to watch
This horrible disease
That eats away your memory
And brings you to your knees"

"Today I take my mantle
And embrace you with a love
That I now freely give to you
From the Father up above"

She smiled up at Mary
And took in her last breath
Fulfilling now a life long wish
To die a happy death


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Christ is our Lord and Savior

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Quit Running

mom say's
quit running !!!!
  {walk}


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Tasty Carrot Juice (Epulaeryu)

Sweet baby carrots for me
Setting my heart free
Swimming in low calorie
Sipping with ice, nice!
Sweet taste with no waste
Succulent— 
Juice!


© Joseph 7/4/07
© All Rights Reserved



The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks.  It consists of seven 
lines with thirty-three syllables.   The first line has seven syllables, the second 
line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line 
three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation 
mark.  Each line has one thought relating to the main course.  The Epulaeryu 
poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around 
the main course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s 
excitement and feelings about the meal.  The Epulaeryu form was poem was 
invented by Joseph Spence, Sr.


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DON'T WORRY - YOU'RE COVERED

Copyright © 2013
07/27/2013

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.
  



by: LP
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
         25 Sep 2013  - 8:13pm


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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


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No Name Medicine - CMX001




C MV is not resistant to this drug
M ali's chance to fight this attack
X -ray's of effect may not be known
O n God's grace I do depend
O nly prayers allow God to guide
1  miracle for Mali is God's plan






Contest Name	Anything


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An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE


As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 2

Sukhasana – The Easy Pose Step 02 Posture - Step of the Week The easy posture to start with. Just sit on any flat comfortable ground (it should not be spongy ground or beds). Fold your legs at the knees that one foot rests inside your knee fold of your opposite leg and the other foot is on the ground beneath the knee ford of the opposite leg. This is the easiest pose to start practicing Yoga till you learn and practice to sit in the next right pose for Yogic breathing we would learn as Padmasana. Sukhasana – The Easy Pose In Praise of Sukhasana When one sits In this easy pose To start practicing Yoga The mild reconditioning Of your nervous system Starts to take you In the realms of Those shining stars Which exists in Tranquility and peace. Gaining peace of mind Remains the ultimate goal Of every human being and It began to show its Beauty on your mind And your heart As soon as you start Yoga To get filled with The inner joy of peace To feel the light of your God. This simple posture would Slowly eliminate Your exhaustion and fatigue Giving you A highly needed relaxation and relief. Even if you have strained yourself By hard labor or games You will feel A soothing touch In your mind and body Which start creating its affects As soon as you practice Yoga. Your daily practice would slowly take you In the realms of peace And gradually Yoga would start It’s functioning of rejuvenating Your vital organs For a better performance Which are the key? To happiness and Your fitness and love for all. Ravindra Kanpur India 08 07 2013 ......... NEXT STEP NEXT WEEK NOTE: This pose can be practiced any number of time in a day even after meals. To see the pose of Sukhasana a URL is given below: http://www.google.co.in/search?q=Photo%20of%20Sukhasana&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&source=hp&channel=np


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Easter

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
Eternity given
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***


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Give Them A Miracle This Year

Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands. One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans. To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised. This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise. They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made. With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed. Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife


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JUXTAPOSED

~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing


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Boy You're Strong As An Ox

<                                     twenty ~ nine ~ little .... words
                                       ok ~ now ~ let ~ me ..... think
                                       already ~ here ~ we ..... go
                                       apples ~ bananas ......    oranges
                                       carrots ~ lettuce ........    celery
                                       milk ~ water ~ and ....... juices  
                                       helps ~ develop ........... strong
                                       minds ~ also................ bodies 








Twenty Nine Little Words
Ok Now Let Me Think
Already Here We Go
Apples Banana's Oranges
Carrots Lettuce Celery
Milk Water And Juices
Helps Develop Strong
Minds Also Bodies
                                       


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Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 5


Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 5

Anulom Vilom or The Science of Alternate Breathing


HOW TO DO IT

Take your right thumb on your right nostril and while pressing and closing it inhale a deep slow breath from your left nostril. Hold the breath for a second in the beginning and then open your right nostril so that you may exhale the air you have filled in your lungs. 
Now inhale deep and slow breath from the same nostril, where you have just exhaled (right nostril) and again hold it for a second and then exhale it from your left nostril. 
At the time of exhaling air from your right nostril press and stop your left nostril from the middle and ring fingers (Imp). Repeat this action from 1 minute in the beginning to 10 -15 minutes by doing it again and again as you had started earlier. Do this breathing practice from 1-3 minutes to 15 minutes to get the maximum benefits.



Step-5  How to do Anulom Vilom


Sit in Sukhasana or in Padmasana on a comfortable flat ground or on a Carpet or Durry. Start Anulom Vilom in the morning hours, when your  stomach is empty and clear . Close your eyes and sit as relaxed as possible for next 2-3 minutes, so that your muscles may get relaxed.


Anulom Vilom or (Alternate Breathing) Among all the breathing Exercises of Yoga Anulom Vilom shines Like a glittering jewel Where one sees The Astonishing results of Yoga Taking shapes like the Painting of an artist. Which only get appreciated The moment It began to show some Lines, figures and shapes And when the picture get filled with Colors You would only fall in love With the richness of Anulom Vilom’s Colors and shades Which remains The most precious gift of Yoga For all the human beings. It almost rejuvenates and transforms You Like the finished and colorful marvelous painting Of an artist From a dull and colorless shape. The wonderful effects of Anulom Vilom Will slowly purify your lungs Body and mind And many of human bodies Curse like ailments Like circulatory problems or Heart diseases Blood pressure problems and Blockages Depression and migraine pain Asthma, sinus and allergy. It is highly beneficial For those who suffers from stress and anxiety. Once you gain the time limit Or number of Anulom Vilom You will find yourself Blessed With a new personality Filled with energy and peace of mind And above all Love and kindness for all Which began to flow from your heart And helps you To accomplish your Tasks and talks With the grace of good health Endowed with the blessings of God. Regaining of good health By adopting Yoga Would become Your daily partner To Restore your love and confidence And your faith in Your God And it would make you More wanting and artful For you and your family and your life. Ravindra Kanpur India 28th July 2013
Important tips and precautions: -Anulom Vilom pranayama can be performed by any one of any age group. -Please perform this at calm and clean place either in a garden or at a place away from dust and pollution, and where there is a lot of oxygen. -The best time to practice this breathing exercise is considered to be early in the morning before having your breakfast. - However, performing Anulom Vilom should be avoided by pregnant women and during periods. -Persons having serious heart problems should not practice it without the guidance of a proper Guru or instructor. - Its benefits would be more visible, if you can practice it daily.
Gratitude- Although Anulom Vilom is the gift of ancient sages but it was brought to lime for the general good of the world by Swami Ram Deo of Patanjali Yog Peeth. Ravindra K Kapoor


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Thank You For Blessings Me

Lord I thank You for seeing me thru
The heartache and pain,
healing my soul and making me whole
All the while  continually
Filling me with so much joy 
It is hard to contain
All I can do is smile 
As I lift Your name on high
I just want to say Thank You Lord 
For blessing me.


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CONFIDENCE


                                                 CONFIDENCE

                          The world is full of people trying to stand out.
                             But they don’t realize that they already do.
                          They try so hard to figure what life’s all about.
                      With all their piercings, Crazy hair, and fresh tattoos.
                           They miss out because of the worry they feel.
                         Will they approve of the way I dress, think, or act?
                           In the spotlight a few moments they might steal.
                    But some of the stupid things they do can’t be taken back.
                           I have a secret that only the few wise ones know.
                              Love who you are and forget what they think.
                             And all the good things in life will soon follow.
                              And you shall rise above all as the critics sink.
                                So meet the world with you head held high.
                                  Let them see the beauty that is in you.
                              Let them see your happiness and joy inside.
                   And know that nobody needs to love you more than you do.


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Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


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Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 3


VAJRASANA -   The Hardy Hose   STEP 3


POSTURE

Vajrasana is one of the few Asanas, which is suitable for all most everyone. It is perhaps one of the few Asana which is not difficult and can be adopted by anyone of any age group with little practice and patience. 

To start it just kneel on a ground (suitable for performing Yogic exercises as already advised earlier) when your knees, ankles and big toes are touching, while slightly moving your heels outwards and sit between the space of your heels and legs. 

If you feel any difficulty  in moving your heels outwards and your feet not touching the ground, then sit on high place or (It can be bed also in the beginning) cushioned platform and try to sit in between your heels,  while your feet are half hanging. Then gradually bring them fully on the platform after few sessions. 

Sit as erect as possible for you and keep your hands on your knees while looking straight. In the beginning sit from one minute to 5 or 10 minutes while keeping your eyes open and breathing slow and deep.




In Praise of Vajrasana Spine remains The foundation stone Of our health and healthy relations Regular practice of Vajrasana Serves like a tonic To strengthen Not only your spine But also all your vital organs On which depends Our relations and understandings And The love and pleasures of our life and It helps like giving bones to a boneless creature. The most significant Blessings of this wonderful Asana Is that Vajrasana Improves your confidence level It improves your vision and understanding While making you more tolerant And Benevolent Filled with love, sympathy And with the vital energy of life To Make the lives of your partner And of others Happy and beautiful. It removes spinal pains And Even it is beneficial in cases of Neuralgic headaches, sloth, stiffness. The most significant Blessing of this Asana is that It removes Anger, Anxiety Worry and Cowardice Fear and hesitation And even the weakness of organs It also helps in Reducing flatulence and improves Digestion. The most beautiful gift And blessings of Vajrasana Is the gift of Youth Which bestows on it followers When they practice it regularly Vajrasana prolongs Youth And postpones Old Age Even it gives its blessings to Heart patients As Vajrasana remains One of the few Asanas Which can be performed Even by advance Heart patients As well. Ravindra Kanpur India 13th July 2013 to continue…. NOTE: The findings are not mine. These details can be verified from the Books And Yogic Videos and lectures by Swami Ram Deo (In the last 10 years) and from the Book written by Pandit Shiv Sharma & Kailash Nath Sharma way back in 1973. URL for Vajrasana to see this pose is given as below: IMPORTANT NOTE:PLEASE FOLLOW ONLY THE FIRST TWO POSTURES AT THIS STAGE. https://www.google.co.in/search?q=Photo+Pose+of+Vajrasana&client=firefox-a&hs=Rck&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&channel=np&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=15DhUZCkOYXKrAf-jYCoDw&ved=0CCsQsAQ&biw=1024&bih=598


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Caramel Apple Cake

<                                 network's challenge I did take
                                   whipped up  an  great cake
                                   dripping caramel on plate
                                   waiting  for big slice
                                   smelling  apple spice
                                   add whip  cream
                                          Y U M !
                                           




Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
Harvest Foods Epulaeryu
G.L. All


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What Will We Tell Our Grandchildren

In years to come as we talk to our grandchildren, I hope that we all can say, I remember when SARS arrived, the worry, the concern that troubled day. A fellow Infection Control Practitioner confided that “I feel so all alone, We’re dealing with a disease, how it is spread, is really unknown.” While listening to a teleconference, I ached as I heard a physician weep, Describing the loss of a friend, the rising cases, the worry, no sleep. We prepared for a Pandemic; we thought it would be the Flu, But it was an emerging virus,never before seen, entirely new. We looked to our close knit network, ICPs and physicians alike, All working madly in an effort to win this unprecedented fight. Even while those amongst us, some quarantined and one down, Continued to search out answers, sometimes not easily found. Never before in our experience have we been dealt with such a threat, This is no “mock scenario” and there are no standards that can be met. The staff say to me “We look to you as a weathervane to gauge our fear, If you look in control, we become settled and appreciate you are near. You come to the unit, walking calmly with clipboard and papers in arm, We congregate around you to calm our fears and reduce the alarm. Answering our questions honestly and listening to our concern, You decipher the directives so we call can begin to learn, To protect ourselves from harm we have to always comply, But wearing the apparel is so uncomfortable, we cannot lie. The goggles fog up; the masks are hot and really hurt our skin, Our nose is red, our hands are dry but not complying is no longer just a sin, A moment of fatigue, a minute of stress and too much hurry, Could lead to infection, even death...such pressure, such worry.” So we must all lean on each other and discuss what we will say, Because remember, they are looking to us to direct and lead the way. Methodically and carefully we will manage this disease, We don’t have all the answers yet, but I believe we hold the keys. So day after day, we will review what we instruct others to do, Revising and reviewing directives, so improvements will ensue. SARS has changed the face of medicine and how we care for the ill, But if any group can do it, I know the Infection Control people will. So we must stand together, support and help each other through, So we can say to our grandchildren, it was a disease that we once knew. This is my favourite poem, written during Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome outbreak in Canada.


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Tears of Parting, Tears of Joy

The mandolin and guitar,
Singing to each other
Troubadour’s companions
To tell of intimacy and truth
Ringing, singing, clear, clean
Feelings of the solitary soul
That are revealed
Part here, part there, parting ways
Of  lovers clasp, tears of parting
Tears of joy
In quite serenity, 
That watches, nurtures
Dare to breathe songs of love, 
To be alive to all that’s here
The mandolin and the guitar
Those messengers of love
Played with an overflowing heart
The last caress on her cheek
Her dear parting cheek
Can we share again
Together one last song
For what is a bird
If it does not sing,
And what is a heart
If it does not love?


Details | Sonnet | |

To A Child Who Has A Disorder

Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from  you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.


Details | Sonnet | |

What's Cooking Good Looking

with muse in hand
a romantic longing is the plan
dinner at eight
I hope he won't be late

sherry filled to the rim
soft music for us to spin
candles on the mantel
slight ring of dinner bell

waft of curry stuffed chops
and potatoes creamy and hot
buttermilk biscuits on the side
and dessert for which he decides

this is how mom said to get to a mans heart
with a romantic dinner from the very start



Tribute To Romance
{MIO}


Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
A Romantic Longing Contest

GL All


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Yellow Belly

<                                            Yellow Belly !


                                     Bees, Bees, the dancing machines
                                     Polinatators that bite me
                                     Gift biogenic amines
                                     How you make me swell

                                     Yellow belly tarnations
                                     Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek
                                     Cursing swating and shooing
                                     To sting destroyer



  * Story:    A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course 
                        I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol



Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/8/12

Entry for
Linda Marie's
Bite Me Contest 
G.L. All

I Bite 
Destroyer-Poet LOL


Details | I do not know? | |

Softer Toilet Paper

In this bathroom of Dr. Heath's,
The tissues so tough you grit your teeth.

No soft toilet paper anywhere to be found,
By the time you get through, how does Charmin sound?

You wipe with sandpaper til you bleed,
Soft toilet paper your bottom will need.

In this kit, relief  you will find
From toilet that is much more kind!


Details | Free verse | |

Theme of birds

On the theme of birds that flutter and fly
I’d free my flock of dreams to swarm the sky
Blind to both cage and fetter
-blinded by sun and freedom of feather


Details | Quatrain | |

wasted my time

No curse words allowed
are you confused, lost, ignorant
you are no artist, you have shunned art
and its true purpose
what is art? but an expression
the low and vile are the most potent
Did you forget, Emerson The Poet
He would call you "selfish and sensual"
"an umpire of taste"
"proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty"
in a world of suffering, of loss
Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park
you, in your confusion, hide in the dark
hide any truths of pain and suffering
and by doing so you have lost your soul
You are only half a person
art is an expression of life and its hidden
what is in a word? something to hide from?
something to fear? to censor? to fight?
are you that ashamed of language?
honesty? expressions of shame?
You are no poet, no artist
you are no immortal, 
of course you are so cowardly and weak
you will hide from me, censor me,
avoid the truth, lie to the world
if you cant stomach a curse word
then you cant handle me 
any immortal would crush you
and leave you wounded
truly contemplating your life
breaking you open, forcing you alive
then, maybe then, you will have an emotion,
worthy of expression into art. 
but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt
You may just use a curse word


Details | Rhyme | |

FEELING MUCH BETTER FAST

I hear that you have been a bit under the weather, not feeling as well as you’d like.

No doubt, your illness took the most inopportune time to strike.

Here’s hoping your illness totally and permanently disappears real fast.

The handwriting is on the wall, soon you’ll be feeling much better and back to your regular tasks.

All the energy and professionalism you possess will again take center stage.

Hopefully, these few words will help with your recovery in some small way.

They are written to help speed up the process of you feeling much better fast.

Periodically refer to the words of this poem, so you feeling much better will hover and last.

Life throws us uninvited curves at times, ones sometimes tough for us to avoid.  They 
steadfastly block our progressive path.

Thank goodness we, as human beings, find ways to circumvent and heal.  Happy to hear, 
you’re feeling much better fast.

Al Johnson, aka Alfredo Leon  
		
		


Details | Prose | |

Soon

She has become
Like a thin Chinese tea cup
Placed upon a large rock
She has become… fragile
Afraid to go anywhere
Least she break

She sits outside
When the weather is clear
Reading the same book
She has read for many years
Painfully turning the pages
With crooked fingers

Occasionally
I see her smile
As the lines on her face
Seem to multiply ten fold
While she tries to remember
Why she is smiling

When the cooler weather
Dances around her
She wears a long soft scarf
Wrapped many times
Around her neck
To keep the cold away

Sometimes
She will ask me
"When will my friends
Be coming by?"
And I sit next to her
Hold her hand
And say to her
Soon Grandma… soon


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Limerick | |

I'm Cuckoo For Coco Puffs

<                      once was an  cuckoo bird named Sonny
                         tagging along gramps as first  gunny
                               shooting up cereal bowls
                     with dark puffs @@@ nice ~ and ~ slow
                            Oh how trix rabbit did so runny  






Entry For Poets Destroyer 's
Your Favorite Cereal Limerick
GL All                                  


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Patience is a Virtue

The safety of a rose with a dozen of choices,
Why stand still and let the love waters get frozen?
When you snooze you lose, your move is like chess it doesn't prosper the fools,
Waiting to long you'll grow old sharing your blues,
Since communication rules the nation we're born to die but not miserable
Your hesitation will only lead to frustration,

Patience is your virtue


Details | Couplet | |

Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                              
                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             
                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home


Details | Ode | |

An Ode's Smile

<                   oh ode old ode please come to me
                     illuminate frowned smiles
                     rejuvenate twinkle in eye
                     your task steady fast my old ode
                     your victory renowned thus crowned
                     soothing as childs teething bisquit
                     your demeanor captivating


Details | Free verse | |

We Call Them Unclean

stuffed critters line the dashboard
of the V-dub he takes every day
to visit her where she rests
his bent fingers pluck strings
serenade

little princess sightless
except for shadows, sees
the cloudless day and beams
the brightest crooked-smile 
gratitude 

feisty one drives big truck
one leg to pump the pedals
which one, the gas of course!
while she dreams of evenings 
dancing

bike pedals turning, churning
on his daily fitness route 
he ventured out, not accepted
came home to lead
belonging

rubber boots, wide-brimmed hat
hands toil earth creating beauty
short strong arms set nets 
He reaps ocean's bounty through
serenity


*the unmentionable word of all time – leprosy.  The stigma still exists for those who have long been rid of Hansen's Disease.  The only unclean thing is the heart of mankind. 
Dedicated to all those who have honored and touched my heart on Molokaí.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Eyeball on Fifty Something

Despite the wealth of creams applied Old Father Time won't be denied And as that watershed appears I can't complain at fifty years Though just one thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! The years drift by and eyes grow dim The fight to keep the body trim It really is a bitter pill They say from now it's all down hill You'll understand then when I say Just let me throw those specs away! Fountain of youth it runneth dry And sight recedeth in my eye No cup of bounty runneth over No wonder; I'm one more year older And still the thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! But wait, I think I've seen the light Illuminating, out of sight No more my hopes and dreams for nought There is a way if I can sort The thing for which I daily pray: To throw those blessed specs away! Tt's thanks to innovations new I'll soon be known as "Chic Cool Sue” I owe it all to new technology To change my world of Ophthamology So now with certainty I say Just throw those blessed specs away! Today's the day I must be mental Why didn't I opt for sentimental? A Chinese, or a shopping spree I might have missed ‘Buy Get one Free’ But always it was what I'd pray To throw those blessed specs away! What have I done, my friends were right I'm in a mess, I'm numb with fright I had a dream, ‘twas “ Handy Andy" Promising a job just dandy He said "Ill do it cheap today". I’ve changed my mind; the specs can stay. But, No! I've courage I’ll go on I'm not a quitter, I'll be strong I may wake full of blurred confusion Wondering if it's just illusion Or really is that epic day I finally throw my specs away!


Details | Rhyme | |

Flowing Creek Water

Since the rain graced our little creek,
Running whooshing liquid fills crevices
Of rocks, pebbles then babbles squeak.
Racing surging constantly balances

Cadences of rhythm causes gurlging.
The poetic quality calms relaxes.
Lapping kisses caress stones~no pounding.
Calming tranquil scene heart rhythm fixes.

Ameliorate health; opens wide heart
To nature_ and wonder of soothing
Sounds~creek's gushing words of art
Relaxing mind__accommodating 


Details | Free verse | |

Don't Wanna Claim It

Dang heart flutters, clutching at me...
little hard to catch my breath, these days
been running hard, feeling like I done gone
and run the marathon without training
They trying to tell me ... That I'm
Under the weather again... humpf.
They are telling me 
of all people -- to take it easy...
they don't know me to well, do they ~
Never been much on complaining...
that takes too much energy...
Although it seems that
My body is a wee bit tired lately,
needing a little rest that's all...  
too tell the truth
I ain't 'bout ta claim nobody's illness
Not today nor any t'other
I'm standing here for the third time
they say three's a charm... hey--hey Now!
Fat lady sing if you must,  but just you know
I ain't going no where, shoot, if the tune be right...
I might just sang along with you... 
play me that song sweet music man ~
Tell 'em all I'm still striving to do the best I can...
See I got a whole lot more living to do
and I ain't gonna claim that ticket, 
 No, I don't wanna cash it all in -- just yet...


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love


Details | Clerihew | |

We can swim beyond the storms

Unknown friend immerses 
In my fullerene verses,   
And finds four allotropes forms… 
We can swim beyond the storms.


Details | Free verse | |

Remains Of A Driveway

Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?

You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with 
A firm stance. 
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).

What, though, do I see in you?

(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now daunting,
Neglected and unseen).

Where is your truth?

(Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance
With a tertiary sky,
Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need 
To lead)?

Oh No.

I do believe:
It is your roots of defiance!

To know Home in no shame;
To forge through scarred soil with no blame!

Such courage you have:
To reap the shifting tar of fickle men, 
And safely hasten away 
From the notion of never again!

(Thirty some years have stood and fell
Yet…
Your quiet presence lives to tell
This hell,
Once known,
As Love’s canal).  

Oh eager green,
 I wish you well.


Details | Haiku | |

Planting a Tree

What can a man do

To plant a seed in the ground

So strong a tree grows


Details | Haiku | |

LOVE - HAIKU

Love is as love does Peace begets peace; happy day Unconditional


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus You're So Wonderful To ME

Jesus-You're So Wonderful!

Jesus—You're so beautiful and 
wonderful to me!
You've opened my blind eyes—
now I can see!

I've seen your love in
 my famly as well.
You're so good—more than
 words can tell!

For all of my failures—
you have forgiven,
And are patiently showing
 me your way of livin'!

Living for you is so 
very precious!
And your word is 
so very nutricious!

Your kindness to me—
I have not deserved.
Your blessings to me have 
so graciously been served.

You've been so patient 
with me and so kind.
Your promises have stood 
the test of time.

Thank you Jesus-you're
 truly my best friend.
And have been there for
 me again and again.

How precious you are—
words alone can't express.
Calling “Abba father”
I am so blessed!

I long to be refreshed by your
 presence each day.
I love you more than 
words can say!

By Jim Pemberton
(c) 2006

  


Details | Acrostic | |

Medical Marijuana

M edically necessary to help those 
A fflicted with life changing diseases.
R ealizing that many suffering
I ndividuals need this legalized
J ust to continue the quality and
U sefulness of their lives.
A lternative medications don’t work, but
N ot having this narcotic 
A vailable, many will suffer terribly.


Details | Free verse | |

There's A New Day Coming (Repost)

Morning rays unfolding
like fingers formed 
Trace the far-reaching dreams
To awaken the sleeping children
To recognize the dawn 
Of the new world

There were promises made 
that shall not be broken
Rest assured 
That there's going to be 
Some major changes made

Weeping and mourning 
Will be no more ...
Pain and sickness 
Will cease to exist...
No famine in the lands
Feeble minds will be 
Granted wisdom from above

This is for the betterment of mankind
So, rest assured dear friends 
Believe me when I tell you 
There’s a new day coming.


Details | Rhyme | |

Free Bird

<                             "Hark" the Herald Angels begin to sing
                 "Jesus"patiently awaits so her children can say their last goodbyes
                       Cancer is the one thing she will not have to bring
                            For she earned her wings and is now free to fly 



Entry For 
Carolyn Devonshire's
 Perception Of Heaven's Contest
G.L. All



RIP Mama
{1934-2005}


Details | Free verse | |

A Poem for her Majesty the Queen on her Jubilee


To be English above all is not just a given, from the beginnings of time to the new world position.

It is of bravery and honour that has built the empire we know, that no matter what we may face no matter how big the enemy or challenge we will not quiver we shall not shudder nor walk away, our upper lip will remain stiff and the lions heart our enemy will feel in protection of Queen and country.

In a world of corruption and deceit, floundering morals as sources try to wash them away, inside this mayhem will always lay a loyal army to her Majesty and country that will fight tooth and nail to protect.
No matter the hatred or non believers we shall not fall. 

The most powerful family in the world that has ruled through generations of change and is echoed through the story of time this is my promise to you your Majesty we will always be here waiting on your every word to follow and serve as your loyal army. 

May GOD save the Queen and protect her people through time,
For we are ENGLAND . .  full of love . . . full of Pride! 


Details | I do not know? | |

Sol

As sun peeks from scattering clouds,
nature follows suit as all gets bright.
And with plants reaching up to golden halos,
animals appear and bask in its silky delight.
Such is her smile after a cloudy and misty day,
refreshing and eternal as sol's awakening.


Details | Ballad | |

THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








Details | Couplet | |

Valentine Romance

Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. 
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. 
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made. 
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH  HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. 
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. 
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?


Details | Free verse | |

The Deer Bed

Cold crisp air this thirty-nine degree morning
Out on the chilly porch shivering from the cold

An unusual sound draws my attention
What could that possibly be this time of day
Three deer bedded down under the great oak
When they heard the door open spooked ran

The sky is clear, a very soft blue
Sun seems to radiate a halo
On this clear early morning
The color at the horizon is sand

Slightly tinted and shaken with pinkish brown
The roosters are crowing for the sun to come on
Their voices seem to oppose each other
As if to say this is my space, my day.

The veil of mist rises from the creek in the vale
Slowly creeping higher as if the cold air 
Weights in down in place

This is not a morning to linger for there 
Is no firepit or heater out here to warm 
The cold almost freezing air but the beauty
Is so inviting even though the chill sends shivers

Thank you God for this few minutes on the porch
It helps me to relax and renew my spirit
With this I can be a better person 
When I interact with others all day


Details | Rhyme | |

Islam2

ISLAM

1. Do Muslims believe he was a Messenger of One God? YES

Belief in all of the Prophets and Messengers of God is a fundamental article of faith in Islam. Thus, believing in Prophets Adam, Jesus, Moses, and Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon them) is a requirement for anyone who calls him or herself a Muslim. A person claiming to be a Muslim who, for instance, denies the Messengership of Jesus, is not considered a Muslim.

The Quran says in reference to the status of Jesus as a Messenger:

"The Messiah (Jesus), son of Mary, was no more than a Messenger before whom many Messengers have passed away; and his mother adhered wholly to truthfulness, and they both ate food (as other mortals do). See how We make Our signs clear to them; and see where they are turning away!" (Quran 5:75).

2. Do Muslims believe he was born of a Virgin Mother? YES

Like Christians, Muslims believe Mary, Maria in Spanish, or Maryam as she is called in Arabic, was a chaste, virgin woman, who miraculously gave birth to Jesus.

"Relate in the Book the story of Mary, when she withdrew from her family, to a place in the East. She screened herself from them; then We sent to her Our spirit (angel Gabriel) and he appeared before her as a man in all respects. She said: I seek refuge from you in God Most Gracious (come not near) if you do fear God. He said: Nay, I am only a Messenger from your Lord, to announce to you the gift of a pure son. She said: How shall I have a son, when no man has ever touched me, and I am not unchaste? He said: So it will be, your Lord says: ‘That is easy for Me; and We wish to appoint him as a sign unto men and a Mercy from Us': It was a matter so decreed" (Quran 19:16-21).

3. Do Muslims believe Jesus had a miraculous birth? YES

The Quran says:

"She (Mary) said: ‘O my Lord! How shall I have a son when no man has touched me.' He (God) said: ‘So (it will be) for God creates what He wills. When He has decreed something, He says to it only: ‘Be!'- and it is" (3:47).

It should also be noted about his birth that:

"Verily, the likeness of Jesus in God's Sight is the likeness of Adam. He (God) created him from dust, then (He) said to him: ‘Be!'-and he was" (Quran 3:59).

4. Do Muslims believe Jesus spoke in the cradle? YES

"Then she (Mary) pointed to him. They said: ‘How can we talk to one who is a child in the cradle?' He (Jesus) said: ‘Verily! I am a slave of God, He has given me the Scripture and made me a Prophet; " (19:29-30).


Details | Free verse | |

A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter A chance encounter the other day Got me chatting to a stranger Just for some time to pass away. He was very well groomed, very smart. Spoke well too, seemed a decent sort. I told him a little tale I had learned whilst at work. Outside a building that’s up for sale Close to the centre of the town A queue of people gathered. Old clothes, hand me downs. Inside people of good heart and souls Were behind tables long. And a kind of soup was poured into bowls. A slice of bread was added to each one poured. As the hungry-eyed came through the door. As each one passed a thank you was heard. Grateful for the meal today. A simple reply least we can do. All was silent no complaints from the poor. Till a young voice said, ‘Please Mummy I want more.’ I sat back in my chair waiting for a reply. The guy opposite gave a big sigh. He said, ‘Things were tough in those days Very hard for the poor in the Victorian Age. They were ignored, did not count, How could others treat them like that?’ No-one should be without the means I say, To feed and clothe their children today. I looked at him and shook my head. My dear friend you misunderstand The tale was not yesteryear or a foreign land. I visited a local food bank the day before last. And like you I was taken aback. Unless with my eyes I had seen, The myth about scroungers I would still believe. Some get the dregs, others get the cream. This is Great Britain in 2013. But the people of our Nation are strong In times of strife they speak as one. ‘We are mighty as Caesar, mighty as Rome.’ ‘ NI CARBORUNDUM BASTARDORUM’


Details | Didactic | |

LIVING WELL : In the Body of Christ

In view of God's mercy I say this to you
offer your body as a sacrifice in a manner pure and true
it's about finally living well in the body of Christ
to be holy, pleasing and acceptable in God's sight

no longer willing to conform to the patterns of worldly designs
now willing to be transformed with a godly renewal of the mind
for by the grace that was given to each and everyone
to not think so highly of yourself but to be humble like the Son

It's time for us to start living much healthier lives
for our bodies are precious temples in the eyes of Christ
so fed it well, exercise it and abstain from drugs and drink
to be sober in our judgement and the way we now think

It's about us living well in the body of Christ
to understand we all have different roles in life
just as the ears do the hearing your talent might be teaching
just as the feet do the walking your gift might be preaching
just as the hands do the touching your function might be serving
just as the eyes do the seeing your purpose in God's sight is worth preserving

living well in the body of Christ according to the grace that was given to us
living well in the body of Christ by the mercy of Christ Jesus
now healthier, now fitter, exercising and eating right
full of the joy of the Lord basking in His brilliant light
to be encouraging, giving generously, diligent and cheerful in life
it's all about living well in the body of our Lord Jesus the Christ


Details | Free verse | |

Cold ice

Ice flower
so cold I cannot touch
but need forces my exposed finger tips
and i brush them against your crystal petals
and bitten skin comes off willingly
to cling to your cold disregard;

Ice flower
frozen as you are
even this hot desert wind
seeking to slice your bitter air
and melt away droplets of beauty
from your seductive petals
but oh seduction and its lure:
my hot breath comes fervent and warm
but I do not draw back into my lungs cool favor
No, your crystal buds do not yield fresh melt water
to sate this parched throat

No, my breath comes back short, sharp and shivering
As if the unforgiving hand of winter
had battered my very heart away
and the cold wind gusts back into my lungs
and shrouds my heart
slows the pumping of heated blood
and leaves only a brittle casing
of cold ice.


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marking time....to my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, 2008....my sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.



i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.



i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 



then 


i had
great pain in my chest...
.
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.



then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.



i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good



yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.



i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.

janetta


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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | Senryu | |

You Are My Sunshine

<                             covered chocolate
                       bursting ......  cherry implosions
                               over pallets tongue


                                                            
                           
                                a bit of sunshine
                         waiting for the right peeler ....
                             orange ya glad its you


Details | I do not know? | |

three

”...things come in three…”
before I look to TV
my stomach sinks
at the idea already
perhaps more news
to darken my day
watch the tide grow
in stains of decay
another horizon
as Atlantis rising
can it be?
”...don’t scare us…”
why, so we can care.less?
and if you don’t think
I’m pro.human
then it’s you
that should come
to the shoreline
hear the innocent
die in the ocean
watch a child cry
from convenience
stores that supply
dried food in a bag
”...here kid…”
have a mc.nugget
moms busy 
and so is dad…
we’re working
like we’ve never had
because we don’t
and you won’t either
because there is
no hope for better
so swallow our
rant and our shant
with more want
because the world
is going to sh!t…..
.....
stop it.
unacceptable vent
smells of a slick I cant
oil that soils more
then a gaping vent
designed to crush
our will and intent
fight back…
explore unknowns
rethink the world
how we live
how we ‘own’
rethink 
how we learn…

”...grow something…”
for a heal.thy.body
reinvent the weheal
rein in the ‘repent’
learn to value smart
a heart unspent
rethink…
everything.

< 3


Details | Ballad | |

Weather's Changing

The air is sweet, the sky is clear
I know for sure that summer’s near
Pass my sandals and shades my dear
I’ve joy in my heart and nothing to fear

Winter was dark and long and cold
Not even the sun could break its cruel mould
It rained so hard I’m glad my house could hold
But when winter ended, my heart turned to gold

I’m searching a good spot, my place in the sun
I’m yearning for laughter, compassion and fun
To stretch my long legs, see how far I can run
To find my soul mate - and say “You’re the One”

Well I’ve found a good spot, I’m searching no more
I’m laughing and running until I’m sore
My heart has mended, its really not raw
Now I can say “This is what I’ve been looking for!”


Details | Concrete | |

This Time

Empty inside wishing that I had someone to talk to because 
my heart is froze an oh so cold. Where can I run??? there's 
know where to hide or go this place has me trap in a close 
tiny corner. I need someone to hold me and take this pain 
away, that sleep with me every nigth. I anit looking for 
someone to love me I'm just looking for someone to warm my 
heart up. And show me a new way to be loved "I had a few 
ups and downs and I wanna turn it the right way all around". 
Because I don't plan on leaving my life like this any longer, 
ever again I have learned and I'm not ganna keep on 
repeating this love thing another time. So I'm saying 
goodbye old love and god bless but I need to love myself the 
right way.


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Inspiration: our Daily Bread of Life

Inspiration is all around me.  It swirles in the midst of darkness and deceit.  
Blinded by dry tears...the deliverers of this blessed word find me when I know not what to look for or where...
I and my kind walk in circles looking for and end to pain, deceit, betrayal, unlove, uncareing.  We are looking...but not invane.  

When the circles we walk in seem endless take heart and know that it is not a downward spiral...  Keep looking and you will see...  
     (C)....Catherine Buchner    2012
















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Celebrating Recovery

Recovery is when I wake up
In the morning
And get out of bed.

Recovery is walking out
The door everyday
And going to experience Life.

Recovery is going to work
For some people.
Recovery for others is volunteering.

Recovery is a process of living a 
Satisfying and Meaningful
Lifestyle.

Recovery is creating and changing a New Life
For the better with
Values, Goals,
A Healthy Sense of self, and Overcome
Stigma.

Recovery is new attitudes,
Learning New Skills,
 It's all about Feelings.

Recovery is 
Self Transformation.

A journey once taken, a process to regain one's sense of self.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Cigarettes

Cigarettes are gross. They can really kill you too Dead. Gone. Forever


Details | Lyric | |

Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.


Details | Haiku | |

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! I loathe sleepless nights!!

Eyes itchy, open
Red and heavy. Limbs like weights.
Insommnia stinks...


Details | Haiku | |

lift your brothers and sisters (come together)

we are one spirit...

there shall be no division...

edify each soul...


Details | Couplet | |

Silver Strands

Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.

God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.

Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.




Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty of Silence

Be still and quiet, 
Let the silence bathe you in warmth,
Shelter you, and let you breath free.

Be still and quiet,
Not a voice calling your name,
Not a sound from the street.

Be still and quiet,
Only the beating of your heart,
And the touch of the breeze.

Be still and quiet,
Let your mind crave solitude,
To gather strength and heal.

Be still and quiet,
Hold fast to these pauses in life,
For they are dear and essential.

Be still and quiet.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Writer

Writing is a way to speak
when minds are strong
but bodies weak
to battle very long

When no one seems to want to hear
thoughts overpowering your heart
writing can express what's dear
with honour, truth and art

It lifts your soul when feeling sad
and satisfies a hungry crave
It brings awareness never had
and makes a coward brave

It can relieve encumbrances
have freedom from all ties
Writing brings remembrances
lost and forgotten cries

It's a place where one can vent
hidden and unspoken moods
a sanctuary where the time is spent
within life's interlude

Writings brings forth revelations
and you wonder at the creator of your mind
You look upon each new creation
fulfilled in what you find

It seems that there is nothing greater
when all thoughts need setting free
than when you put the pen to paper
and can breathe .. and love .. and be ..


Details | Sonnet | |

The Dam Is Broken

The dam has broken, fear has poured gushing
Oh! Great Physician ruler of the angels
Send the mighty healing army flying
On strong wings of love, comfort counsels

Open the Word and the Spirit speak plain
Don't go around and round the mountain high
Move forward child to another level attain
On the wings of those angels now fly

On the journey may you always find another
To share a light on the worn path of life
A person who stays in step with you and sings
This your life may it be one of wealth and no strife

Protected by the angel of mercy__love
May your journey be seasoned from above



Details | I do not know? | |

Corridors of silence

During the cold empty 
corridors of silence
where mind and thoughts
are free to roam
undisturbed by life's
din and clutter
I am at one with myself
again and in quiet contemplation
alone.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.


Details | Rhyme | |

HEALING

no more adding insults to the injuries;
for now is the time of healing,
no greater comfort than under wings.
no more sacrifices;
for by His stripes,
we are new in every morning,
rejuvenated and healed with new mercies,
not just physically but spiritually, too.
time to trade your sorrow to joy;
cause there's relief in every new mourning,
shelter in every storm,
solutions in every weaknesses.
answers born in every convictions and goals;
that through trials and sufferings,
He has greater plans for His glory.


Details | Acrostic | |

Wellness

Walking upright whole and able
Exercising each day push back from table
Live to the fullest each minute of day
Love as much and many as one may
Newness expect from life's deck of cards
Enter each game ready as a bard
Sameness only in daily routine
Serve others in many ways help their self-esteem


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Rose Petals

Glowing and white, pure liquid flowing
My heart is expanding.
And I hear angels singing a song that fills my soul.
Rose petals are falling.

A slow steady walk, a gentle loping grace.
My smiling man in all black
So gorgeous. So perfect.
So mine.
My face is shining.
The angels are singing.
Rose petals are falling.

A steady warmth
So strong, and so deep
That gentle heat fills me to my core
And I find myself falling

Falling…Falling….falling.


Rose petals are falling.


Details | Verse | |

NO THANKS MY FRIEND

No thanks my friend
Do what ever you want
Do what ever you please
But I want to live in a drug
And alcohol free zone

No thanks my friend
Don’t you dare tempted me
Because I don’t want you
To put your bad influence on me
No thanks my friend

No thanks my friend
One’s not enough
But two is too much
Once you started is hard 
To be able to stop

No thanks my friend
Thinks of its consequences
It is fun to take
And it is very painful to deal
With it

No thanks my friend
It is time to say no
To drugs and alcohol and yes to life
Destroy it before it destroys you
No thanks my friend

No thanks my friend
Live your life without drugs 
Or else you’ll lose control
Live your life without alcohol
We’ll have a better talk

No thanks my friend
“No” is still the best option
Until you think you can bare with
Its consequences
You can always say...
...drugs and alcohol no thanks my friend
I AM OK. 


Details | Haiku | |

deeply, the last rose

deeply, the last rose inhales for a final breath farewell her perfume


Details | Free verse | |

The Black Dog and the Wall

I always have a Black Dog
Whose friend is the Black Wall
I can keep ahead of the dog
Most days
The wall is easy to step around
Most times

But

The constant nipping of the dog
On my person
On my soul
Finally
Paralyzes 
Me

I see the wall

It covers the sky
It covers the sun
It hides me
From my family
From my friends

Look to the left
The wall is all I see
Look to the right
The wall is all I see

Great Wall of Depression

So it begins again

Time off work
Tweak the meds
Exercise
Mindfulness
Yoga
Counselling

Now something new
To tie up the dog
To break through the wall

Poetry

Writing
Expressing
Feeling

Again

A crack in the wall?
A beam of light?

Black Dog still barking
But just out of
My reach

Hope envelopes 
Me

The nightmare is ending

Again


Details | Couplet | |

Angel Dust

Lonely and dull was the path Seeing the way, none could laugh Disease hung in the air Life seemed to go nowhere Of what use would be living If maimed, none would dare to be boasting Desperate was the current flow When hope sparked us all in one go Dust flew in from the skies Dust came in without any ties Angels cried at our plight Saddened at our darkened sight So they gave us a boon, Stardust, sparkling, in the heat of noon Silvery, shiny, deep with hue Lyrical, magical, it seemed not true Those who did inhale the dust Could do nothing except to let go of their lust Life is meant to be lived Life is meant not to be re-lived! So, come, let us sing and dance To the name of faith, in all abundance!
15 October 2012 Anoucheka Gangabissoon


Details | Free verse | |

Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


Details | ABC | |

Treasures of your soul


Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud 
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge 
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark 
Hope don’t give it up for a price 
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever  
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love

08-05-13


Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
for Gail 




Details | Free verse | |

The Wise

The wisdom learned in sorrow
is joy to the meek at heart
for whatever travail hath a wise man
unto his soul imparts

The foolish gaze afar off
their understanding taken
Behold the wise man in his grief
pained yet hardly shaken

For wisdom holds on to a vision
where separate worlds entwine
To foolish men a great division
but eternal ties unto the wise

Where never ending love prevails
and boundless patience stands
Where fools' advice cannot avail
the wisdom of a man

There faith and hope abide as one
unto the wise his peace
but foolishness to those who judge
by standards that decrease

What then is a human worth
if he be judged by worldly gain
And what of the fools who devise hurt
that a soul may not attain

Still wisdom having endured test
stays rooted to the ground
and foolish tongues are put to rest
as the wise man yet abounds...


Details | Free verse | |

Four Smart Kids

Four kids
Four smart kids
Never fell below 90% in tests
Impressing people daily
Teachers pinching themselves in disbelief
Winning spelling bees
Maths competitions
Those same four
Were offered to go to university early
But they lost the offer
To a rich family with
A stupid child.

High school
A place of heartbreakers
Drugs
And Abuse
These four kids
Ran into a drug dealer
The dealer knew about their gift
So he got these kids high off weed 
claiming It was brain food
Another dealer sold them Vodka
Claiming it kept you going during
Long study periods

Before long
These four smart kids
Were just four dimwitted druggos
Smoking weed
Drinking cheap liquor
Twenty Four Hours
Seven days a week
These kids had potential
But it all washed away
Like a sandcastle on the beach
As the tide comes in
Good for nothing
But to end up like those dealers
Selling goods to smart kids
Like their former selves

Drugs destroyed these four kids
Don't let it destroy you


Details | Rhyme | |

Goddess In Training

I wade into the water that is my aquatic sun,
suited to perform miracles, refusing reprieve until work is done. 
I exist as a modern day Hercules, striving to discover my strength,
seeking beneath the surface, striving to greater lengths.
My arms tremor, causing ships to break apart, 
during my exhale, all sailors start 
to curse…
yet my grunt of thunder remains the worst.  
My legs propel me forward, though possessing not one gill,
the underwater highway provides an ongoing thrill.  
Mere mortals I glimpse at while stifling tidal waves, 
 as they struggle against the current, candidates to save.
 Their bodies act as limp seaweed, very weak
while others remain bloated buoys, struggling to seek 
a sliver of stamina, however slight, 
their sun is not yet lit, they remain in a moonless night. 
My ears discover the sirens, bursting into song-
they talk of candy sweets my appetite yeans to sail along. 
However, my orb of strength is not yet found, 
until then, I’m forbidden to go above ground. 
Below in the underworld, Hades attempts to send
fingers of flame upon me, yet my armor shall not bend.
My joints ache,
my muscles quake, 
yet the ember of faith I shall not forsake.  
Eventually, I remain erect, not on bowed knees, 
and have resisted pain’s pitiful pleas.
A son of Zeus reaches in to grasp my hand,
his grin stretching wider than the holy land.
His eyes are that of a seaweed sage, 
with a chiseled exterior only Aphrodite could have made. 
His words light my face with a single shining ray,
“You’ve completed your pool exercises for the day.
Are you ready for the gym?” he asks, hoping I should stay,
and I reply, “I’m in need of hot compresses today.”
I proceed to immerse myself in towels of steam, 
 while considering my ultimate dream
of strengthening my image, in the future I will see
the bountiful benefits of physical therapy.


Details | I do not know? | |

Chaos

Immaculate
Random
Gorgeous
Heroic
Expanding mind
Taste Sampling
Divine
Forbidden pleasure
Amazing
Mind numbing
Glorious
Thought inducing
Seducing
Selfless
Explosion
Bright
Last Night


Details | Free verse | |

Words No One Hears

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert


Details | Imagism | |

I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away






Details | Lyric | |

I'm New

I’m new internally….
If you cut me I will bleed,
But I’m new true indeed.

Created by my maturity, I will prosper with security
And all my dreams will come true; because I am new….

No longer playing silly games
No longer fantasize
No longer playing silly games
No longer compromise

During the day I feel the same, pray I won’t go insane
Clouds have given me thunderous rain, but I walk with open eyes.
Aware God has me clear in sight…..I no longer run, I stand, I fight.
And when there are no stars at night.
My vision still sees a beautiful sight.
Because I’m New.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Just because I'm fat

“Just because I’m fat”.

Just because I’m fat…
Doesn’t mean you are all that,
Or that I’ll do aerobics on a mat,
Hey, some fat people are cool, ya heard,
Like Big Boy, Edwin Frank Hoff, the third!

Just because I’m fat…
Doesn’t mean I want to get skinny,
It’s like my home dog Pooh bear, who’s name is Winnie,
I know one day, I can get there – I can,
And then all the chicks will praise the FAT man!

Just because I’m fat…
Doesn’t mean y’all can hate,
Because for some, fat is their fate,
All you posers, just remember one thing,
It’s never over ‘til the fat people sing!
Just because I’m fat… there’s nothing wrong with that!


Details | Rhyme | |

Cub Foods { Minnesota }

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                                       Cub Foods  ~  Minnesota



                                  oh that >>> cucumber thinks hes so ..... cute

                                  lying in a  bed of ~  lettuce in his birthday ... suit

                                  along comes >>> carrot and >>> celery to ~ squawk

                                  you may ..... talk .. the .. talk  but can you .. walk ... the ....... walk

                                  just then >>> banana's prices started to ^^^ rise

                                  oh that son of an ~ mango ...... he too was suprised 

                                  nuts ~  and ~ fruits ... was to fancy his ........ plate

                                  poor ole    >>>>>  potato was just to dam ............ late

                                 




Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Soul Food

Bagels and baguettes
Bap or fried bake,
The fruits of the flour
are easy to make

Chollah, chapatti  
Cinnamon bun
These global delights
make eating such fun

Filled with Caribbean sweet meat
like Guava jam,
Scottish smoked salmon; 
Or Danish roast ham

Add a fresh fruit salad,
 some sparkling wine
A candle, red roses and  
you’re ready to dine.



Details | Free verse | |

Feel The Love

Diving deep, into the void, within
Washing, cleansing, myself clean
Trusting without expectation
Letting go of, what I am familiar with
Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me
Teaching me how to live
Growing inside my heart and mind
Larger than my mind’s ego
As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens
Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years
All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings
Showing me how to love, without attachment
Discovering, who I truly am


Details | Sedoka | |

Natures call

lost ..myself ..still to be found

nature ..a balad bringing 

serenity in the mind of a poët

closed eyes ..hear

as wind whispers .. leafs start to scream 

meditating ..i am one 


Details | Lyric | |

What If Tomorrow Never Comes

I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.


Details | I do not know? | |

"The Ataratic Tempest"

The passion that comes
When greeted by a storm
Is nothing I can explain
The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning
Sends a frenzy of shivers through my body
Making my every nerve numb
As the light flickers
And the thunder claps
I can feel my heart beat faster
The rain on the roof 
Like a drum
Sends my body in a rhythmic dance
The wind is my partner
As I float around
Above the ground
Leaving my worries behind


Details | Rhyme | |

Tell Me Why

Each day we all may struggle
Many trying to just survive,
Other's become to overwhelmed
For they only inside wish to die.

Their minds are full of confusion
Without proper help, won't go far,
Family support no longer enough
These people forget who they are.

Mental illness strikes many people
Nobody know how hard families try,
The phone calls, letters and many prayers
No solutions found, only the question why.

Why wont anyone out there listen
Why must these people be fully down,
Where is the help they need and deserve
Why won't you help turn these people around.

Hae we all become so cold inside
A society that just don't care,
Why can't these people get any help
Have we ran out of love to share.

These pople are human beings
They have feelings that are real,
Place yourself in their shoes just once
Completely live in the pain they feel.

Then ask yourself a simple question
Now do i inside fully understand,
Mental illness is a serious disease
How can I help this child, woman or man.


Details | Epic | |

A SECOND TOUCH

In the process of healing a man in Bethsaida who was blind
Jesus had to touch him for a second time
most healings that Jesus performed didn't require all that much
no more than a prayer, a word or the power in His garments when touched
omnipotent is our Savior whose mercy is so great
sometimes a healing would occur just by someone having faith
no great effort did He exert when healing time after the time
but on this occasion a second touch was needed to heal the blind

Bethsaida was a town that was cold to the Gospel
where the atmosphere for spirituality was virtually impossible
yet we seem to have a Bethsaida mentality in today's society
where hope and faith are not prevalent in the hearts of humanity
but God has the power to turn the situation around
He can take a Bethsaida mind set and put it on sacred ground
from horror to holy from darkness to light
from faithless to faithful from wrong to right
from stubborn to obedient from meek to bold
God can give a second touch and His power will manifold

now Jesus was one who always pushed the boundaries
and there's nothing that He wouldn't do to save humanity
yet people will stay blind if they're unwilling to trust in Him totally
and if He has to put spit on your eyes so what now you can see
we need to get off our high horses and stop acting like snobs
as trying to keep up with the Jones will result in God being robbed
we need to stop treating each others as objects or things
where if you're not wealthy of famous by the world you're not even seen

sometimes a second touch is what is required 
for the holy power of God to get the results it desires
sometimes a second touch is needed to jump start one's heart
to keep one from becoming a member of the dearly depart
and after that second touch the blind man could now see
as many things in life a second touch is what needs to be

the first touch from God may open your eyes
but the second touch will awaken you to realize
what is your purpose your reason for being
on the right road of life now clearly seeing
a second touch from God might be just what you are needing
to get you motivated towards the life you should be leading
a second touch from God might be just what is required
for you to become that disciple compelled by spiritual desire
a second touch from God might be what you need to begin
on the road of life that is one free from sin


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Who Cares

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                                       thus transformed and expanded
                                       this notable profession
                                       into               the
                                       twenty first century











Entry For Brian Strand's
Ekphrasis Contest G.L. All




Florence Nightingale
The 39th Nurse  - 1820-1910


The Florence Nightingale Museum
London England


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I MUST LEAVE YOU IN DESPAIRE

You were a waste of time
Not even deserving of a good rhyme
Fist clenched, sweat damping my face
Anxious to find my place
I take the first step
It takes a hold
Just as if I were driving wearing a blindfold
Grabs me tight
I try so hard to fight

I feel my heart race, I begin to pace
At least it reminds me that I’m part of the human race
I take the first step
First we meet to say our goodbyes
I say must walk alone
I say must fall alone
For I am capable of picking myself up
Embracing the world like a new born pup
I am sorry to say…I can no longer stay 

So afraid of failing
That was why I kept on bailing
I am now ready to take the next step
I can no longer hide
I need to realize my own ability buried deep inside
I set myself free
And finally discover the real me
You see my dear…
It is this little thing in life that hinders us
This little thing we call FEAR…


Details | Haiku | |

a righteous heart

a righteous heart soothes
and heals mind, body and soul—
take God’s righteous path



Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


Details | Narrative | |

''Will To Forget''

The frailness of a blank pallet.
Now conforms under hazed eyes that weep.
Does it bring truth to her treacherous past?
Oh' she is sure to find peace.
Life turns an unknown path.
Repulsive thoughts cease.
Sun breaks through.
Clouds lye no more on her tormented soul.
Reflections' sore heals in time.
Carry me to better place.
For now, I own the will to forget.


Details | Free verse | |

What About the Rest of the World

What about the rest of the world?
The American Dream certainly seems like a dream
If WE aren’t what WE seem to be
What about what we see on the television screen
Or
Read in some paper or learn in school?
History portrays hardships and the advancements we’ve made
Yet everyone’s a slave to SOME cause
Still the rich remain rich
And 
The poor remain poor
To be rich is far more than your financials
Or
Your assets 
Or 
Any other materialistic THING
To be rich is to flourish from nature 
WITH
Nature
To be rich is to thrive from our uniqueness 
Not adjusting
Solely
Trusting that the planet and each and every creature 
Will survive if we aren’t petty
Or 
Overindulgent
Those without speech subtly show the beauty in collaboration
How a world without worry is possible 
With cooperation
Vegetation’s manifestation of a creation seemingly above our nation 
Above humans
There is a hierarchy
Yet we are co-inhabitants of one planet
Visions of the top may be attractive
But
There’s just not enough oxygen to permit a clear head with clear thoughts 
WE are nature!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

In the eye of the beholder

Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder ''

 

The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old

Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold

 

Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before

Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core

 

Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought

Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought

 

I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure

My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure.

 

I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes.

As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights

 

Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid.

Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight

 

I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention

I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention.

 

Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day

I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way.

 

I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make.

Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake.

 

Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground

One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound

 

I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free

Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree

 

Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret

I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect.

 

Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment

My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment. 

 

Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA 

Date: 26-10-11


Details | Free verse | |

Blind Mind

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Free verse | |

A Crown-Never a Nudnik

I woke up on a fresh Friday morning and introduced myself to a new day
A sweet smile stretched and a beautiful kiss of the wind lay on my cheek
Brushing my teeth and heading off to the kitchen for a delicious breakfast,
A visitor knocked on my cheek’s door
Kind and caring I was, for I welcomed him and opened my pink castle’s doors
An old visitor, it was, 
Beside him was a young man holding the old man like something dear
I invited both of them to the dining room where a long red carpet lay
and walls of pearls guarded my castle
My pink castle doors were strongly fastened; no air can survive

Coffee and tea were offered to the gentlemen in front of me
A sip from here and a gulp from there
Words began to mutter themselves out of the old man’s cave:
“Ab ovo, I am here with a wise gift to thee
I am here because it is time for thou to hold and protect thee wise
For it is a symbol of wisdom and not ignorance
It is a symbol of maturity and not childishness
Come my wise child, rise”

And so, the young man rose and approached towards me
In his hands was a parchment carved with beautiful scarlet ink
Vigilantly, I slowly opened it to read:
“Today, a wisdom tooth shall tear its way towards sunlight
For you, dear beholder, have become shrewd enough to be handed a crown
Never lose it, never leave it, never take it off
Never let anybody borrow it and never forget about it
Tonight, you shall feel pain, but you are strong
Hold on and don’t give up, for you shall behold a treasure”

Suddenly, a drift of whistling wind entered my castle
The visitors were gone, 
Pain stroke, but a wisdom tooth grew…


Details | Free verse | |

I Am A Spark Of Life

A spark of life
Fire in my belly
Giving what I have
Serving you
Honouring, who I truly am
Loving you, in return


Details | Free verse | |

''The Hope Bridge''

~Gentle soul,I see you.
Pure as the day of first sight.
Channel away all of your silent woes.
I hear the whispers that call out to me.
I wait for the wake of your eyes.
Never will hope escape my loving heart.
Forget this pain.
Come home now,out of the darkness.
I am forever patient~


Details | Free verse | |

Cartographers of a Multiple's Universe

Setting boundaries, drawing lines,
Mapping the geography of our multiples’ minds

It’s undiscovered, familiar territory,
A continent of islands
And we’re exploring old new low lands,
Uncovering new old high lands

We’re a brilliant yet intimate, large group of strangers
Who are migrating away from stark and harsh dangers,

Together we’re questing safe places
Where we can finally show our faces
We’re regaining our sight
Yearning toward the Light

Abandoning the mal país we’ve always known,
With which we’re too deeply acquainted –
We must leave it behind, if we’re ever to find
The way to become re-acquainted

With who we are, and with our host –
We’ve lived with her for years
Time to bring her great joy and grace
In place of bewildered, bewildering tears

She’s been host to us, now, please, let’s host her?
For as we return the favor,
We’ll become cohesive, we’ll reunite –
And that’s our only way to save her!

Signed: Rebecca’s In-Dwellers
27 May, 2008


Details | Haiku | |

Rock Me Gently

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                                          mai ~ tai ....  pina ~ colada

                                      swaying ~ on......... hammock










Entry For
The Sweatheart Of Poetry's
Tropical Treasures Contest
GL All


Details | Free verse | |

Glow

Stars shine brightly above me as I look up at the glowing full moon.
A cool breeze is blowing and
A soft music seems to play in the air around me as
I think of what life has given me.

This gift is more than I could have brought myself to ask for.
For the longest time I've been content to be there for others
Ignoring the fact that as I helped my friends find happiness, I have been alone.
Now I find that Life has given me a gift. A thing so precious that never again could I go
through life without it.

Life has given me you.
You, Suki, have become my life force. The very thing that keeps me going.
I love you with everything I have. Granted, it isn't much, but I promise you that it wont
be missed. I'll love you enough to make up for the materialistic things that I don't have.

The moon blurs as tears fill my eyes and I start glowing as bright as the shining full
moon above me and
I find that the music I hear around me that is so heartbreaking-ly beautiful isn't in the air.
It's inside me.
 
I never have to be alone again.
Never do I have to bottle things up for the sake of other people because I know I have
someone who wants nothing more than to have me cry on his shoulder.
I love him
And to the very core of my being I know he loves me.

Life has given me something I never dared to let myself dream of having.

Life has given me Suki.


Details | Free verse | |

Awakening

I can remember every time 
I've watched the sun rise.
Each time so much
different from the last.
The awakening of the world,
the pulse of it all,
always the same.
I can feel the rumble of her heart
beat right through me.
Oh how I cherish 
these moments of peace.


Details | Free verse | |

Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


Details | Ode | |

DARLING DEAR

...a darling dear of time is when the  tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, 

the peak of a mountain top experiencing, 

...alive,
the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that
inspires,

of the everlasting.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Gorgeous Fatty!!

Bodyweight !.. I constantly gain..
Diet Regime ..gone in vain...
My body- totally out of shape..
Gymnasium is a total waste!


Huge shoes and clothes size-jumbo,
They tease me"Fatty Little Bumbo".
They say I'm fat and call me a ball,
Or they say I am huge wall.


Elephant, Hippo , they call me animal names,
All these words put me to total shame..
Hydrogen balloon , I am to some,
Hurting comments..yet I keep mum..


With tears rolling down my chubby cheeks..
Lonely and dejected I sit on the beach..
"Yes I'm Fat!", I scream aloud..
"Yet I'm happy and very proud!"


Confidence rises with my self esteem,
Happy and joyful, now I seem,
To all hurting comments, with a "Thank you" I smile
Leaving commenters surprised for  a while..


Slowly though, one day they ask..
"Don't you feel like taking us to task ?"
"We hurt you and call out names to you..
And you only respond with a polite Thank you?"


To Them I say "Yes!, I'm fat..
So you tell me how to solve that ?
All diet and efforts have gone in vain..
Does that mean I live in shame ?"


"Comments from you , the beautiful! 
Are compliments for me -the ugly fat Bull!"
My words make them feel terrible..
For ridiculing me they feel miserable..


Soon,  towards me their attitudes change..
"Lady!! You are very beautiful! " together they claim
"Your inner beauty triumphs over our appearance..
Fat is Ugly..is  our wrong inference.."


"Ultimate beauty !..is the beauty within...
That matters more..than being thin.".
Then they say "You are a gorgeous little beauty"..
And I wink" A gorgeous little fatty"!!


Details | Free verse | |

Love Hurts - The Symptoms

Thoughts displaced by rolling palpitations,
From left to right grow these numbing sensations,
A face which spirals down, drooping from smile to frown.

Time hibernates in this moment protracted,
Legs bow and shake to our drama just acted,
Senses into overdrive, does pain show you’re still alive?

Oxygen masks, Coxes’ rowing commands,
Heart beat machines is what love demands,
“You need time to relax”, prescriptions from Quacks,
Is love just a commonplace heart attack?


Details | Quatrain | |

THE CHILD WITHIN

People grow up wanting things,
They never had as children;
And so remembering "empty spots",
Constantly strive to fill them.

Acceptance, love, material gain,
Small hands reach out to grasp them,
Too often finding once in hand,
It's not enough to last them;

And so we work to fill the need,
Still finding more to strive for.
It isn't greed or selfish pride,
Oh No, my friend, it's much more;

And though we strive for all our years,
The child within will hunger,
Still reaching out for solace as,
The need inside grows stronger,

Until at last we understand,
The reason for our hunger,
For if you want a child to grow,
Then feed the entire youngster.

Feed body, soul and spirit too,
The whole child must be fed,
Or else you'll starve yourself to death,
By simply eating bread.



"AND HE HUMBLED THEE,AND SUFFERED THEE TO HUNGER, AND FED THEE WITH MANNA WHICH THOU KNOWEST  NOT, NEITHER DID THY FATHERS KNOW; THAT HE MIGHT MAKE THEE KNOW THAT MAN DOTH NOT LIVE BY BREAD ALONE, BUT BY EVERY WORD THAT PROCEEDETH OUT OF THE MOUTH OF GOD."
                                                       Deuteronomy 8:3


Details | Rhyme | |

Praise God

If it's not one thing then it's another.
I'm either fighting with my dad or hearing screams from my mother.
My girlfriend doesn't trust me. I can't pay for therapy.
I can't do this all alone. I get down on my knees.
I ask the lord for forgiveness, right before I begin.
Although he is a forgiving God, how could he look upon sin?
Prayer is so simple even a child can start.
It's not all imagination, your faith must come from the heart.
It's all so real, the thrill you feel, the chill that's going through you.
You no longer fear it, the holy spirit starts showing and glowing, it's true.
Who knew that you, that tough guy? The one that wouldn't believe?
Then why are you always calling out for him when your unable to achieve?
He's always there to help us. Stand out and give it a try.
The Closer you get to God you'll see this isn't a lie.
Thank you, Jesus! Praise Jesus! Halliugha! Oh Lord!
I can never lose a battle using you as a sword!
Life here is too short, yesterday is already gone.
Knowing where you'll spend eternity will help keep you moving on.
Praise God!


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Say Die

I've thought about giving up. I thought life was just too hard.
Would you quit a high money game, just because you were dealt bad cards?
If you fell off a horse, would you think you were done and just start walking by it's side?
Would you cry and pout or get back up? Get on that horse and ride?
You may not succeed the first try, but there's always another chance.
In life, in sports, in playing games, and even in romance.
Practice makes perfect with everything in life. Work always comes along with it.
You may get frustrated but never give up. Champions would never quit it.
Do you think Michael Jordan just grabbed a ball and dunked it on his first try?
Or did he play again and again? Now it seems like he can fly.
Some are born with greatness. Others work and work to achieve.
You can do anything you want in life. All you have to do is believe!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

wealthy or healthy?

why is it that most people are always seeking wealth?
they will push themselves to the limit and disregard their health
money can't buy true happiness, 
it's more of a burden than a prize
yet many people are obsessed with it,
but at what price?

how many houses can you live in ?
how many cars can you drive?
how many gold chains can you wear around your neck?
will your wealth keep you alive?
how many credit cards and bank accounts do you really need?
as humans we are great consumers 
and we have a condition known as greed

it's funny how there are some people who don't have a lot of bucks
yet they live lives of happiness, is it their destiny or is it luck?
it's funny how those people who can barely get by
learn to live on less and contently survive

yes, we'd all like to be rich and not have to look at the price
whenever we want to buy something, but what are you willing to sacrifice?
when it comes down to the truth, you have to decide what is your measure
is it health or is it wealth? what do you treasure?
in sickness and in health
in poverty and in wealth

you can have all the money in this world and still have a fatal disease
you can live in a trailer park and with your few possessions and be pleased
you can have that great big house in the best part of town
but if you're laid out on your back, where is the good in it to be found?

money and wealth are just some of Satan's tools
to take people away from God and make them act like fools
many will lie, some will steal and others will kill for wealth
but what good is all the money in the world 
if you ain't got  your health?



Details | Didactic | |

A Way to Freedom

Introduction: *A Piece for Islam*...Skins will olden, but souls will revive. Only if we believe and survive.


Islam is the way to freedom,
It's my pass to Thy Kingdom
My Taqwa, my Ibadah, my Tawbah
I shall never abandon

In this month I wear a vest
Where In pockets live the best,
Thy mercy is only I seek
My humble one request.

This rainfall, Thou bestowed Thy bliss
Upon our souls and bravura trees,
It's everything a Muslim as I
Should need to spend within my Deen.

Ya Rahman! Ya Rahim!
Ya Allah! My Allah!
Only to Thee I submit,
Only in Thee I believe.

At hours of darkness I prostrate
Thus every day Thy grant and heal
The scars I bear in fights for You,
To You my faith is beyond surreal

The struggle I admire to bear
It pulls me towards You so near,
In this month I share and care,
I won't wipe off my stream of tears

In the Night of Power,
In Laylat al-Qadr,
I cry for Thy forgiveness
I pray for Thy guidance.

O' Allah! O' Redeemer!
To Thee I do surrender,
My life in Thy presence it shines, I breathe so brightly; I survive
As long as I'm alive this way, Inshallah I pray I’ll do just fine.


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The Inner Person

Saw you standing there
A new kid, from who knows where
Judged you by your looks and words
And immediately thought you as weird as nerds

Saw you sitting there
Alone and sad,
Eating your lunch, and at everyone you were mad
I wondered why, 
Why am I out casting someone whose story I do not know 
Why did I make fun of you, and treat you as a foe
No even knows who you are
And from everyone, you are so far

I walk over and you look away
I'm sorry I started to say
But you stopped me and said it's okay
We talked and I learned
That the inner you had for so long yearned
The company of a friend
Who will listen and be there for you till the end

You had cancer and time was coming to an end
So you wanted someone that you can spend
The last few joyous weeks of your life
That will no longer be filled with strife

I'm glad we got to meet
Even if you don't roam the earth anymore with your two feet
You fly in the sky, in the heaven
And I can hear you talk, when I listen

The deep and inner person
That from everyone is usually hidden
Needs someone, a friend, who will help him or her smile
And I know, learning the inner person of each person, 
Will always be worthwhile.

©


Details | I do not know? | |

The Gift of Choices

Hello, dear tumor,
my miracle, my gift

You’re my crossroad to life
or a death that is swift

You’re the real deal,
there’s sure no denying

So which do I choose -
living well, or just dying?

I’ll take Option A
on the menu of choices

Option B can only serve
to silence my voices

Who have so much to say
Yes, I choose life today
And for this, the whole universe rejoices!


Details | I do not know? | |

The freedom to enjoy

Constantly criticized
The world is misinformed...
Let me tell you all about
what must be known.

A young boy, I was fearful
Confused by what I was,
by communication
Yet gifted with a talent
To observe
To see
To interpret...
Though I never thought much of it, 
I kept it in mind.

A dull life, still confused.
I simply refused 
to touch the taboos I'd been taught
A seemingly meaningless life,
though I felt something big coming on...

Then-
Finally.
I breathed it in
It took me high
Oh so high
Oh so very high
With time I learned
What I could do...
Oh the possibilities!
Thinking to myself, "what a dull life...so far."

Truth?
Truth....
Truth be told,
what i discovered was
the substance of exaggeration;
the highlighter of life.

With this in mind,
find moderation.
Teach not that one will fall victim
Teach not that consistency is wise
Moderation.

Everyone should have the right to satisfy
the occasional hunger for an exaggerated satisfaction.
Harm...what harm?
An anti-weapon, impossible to kill with.
With an emphasis on relaxation, satisfaction, and enlightenment.

I find it sad that the 
higher authorities misinform us.
Misinformation has gotten us nowhere.
So thank you congress,
Thank you FCC,
for keeping out of the general public
an experience we as humans have a right to.

Much like I was,
you are afraid.
Be not fearful of a more
peaceful and satisfying world,
rather, be ready for it.
We have had enough, and are rising.

Be not afraid, however.
We are merely saving you from yourselves.


Details | Haiku | |

Life-Haiku

Twists and turns are life
Happy or sad, you decide
It shall stay that way


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Got JELLO

Sisters    J  E  L  L  O    cake  madness
Illuminates smiles
Baked golden brown then cooled
Portholes  jello jammed
Marshmellow skirting
Lip smacking
Good











Details | Free verse | |

Peace

Life deals a tough blow,
Cards of fate seem stacked against you.
Pressures of life pile on thick,
The weight of the world, burring you deep.
Love is not your forte,
No good can you see.

Pause in your thoughts and open your eyes,
Take a look around you, what do you see?
Mountains of rubble, built up to the sky,
Cesspits of rubbish, cluttering the street.
Black clouds of doom, hovering above,
A bird hanging on for life, as the wind sways his branch.

Now close your eyes, and take a deep breath,
Look again at what you see, through eyes refreshed.
Mountains of rubble, their testament to ability,
Cesspits of rubbish, dancing with energy in the street.
Black clouds not of gloom, but filled with life,
A bird in the tree, enjoying the energy of the wind.

From the worms under foot, to the birds up above,
Look beyond your first glance, see with your heart.
From the smallest of things, ugly and course,
To largest of entities, glorious in sight.
Take the time to see, the beauty within,
To find the energy to heal, your peace will then begin.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

ATMOSPHERE,

A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light.

...no "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze.

...no "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like,

...no "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Greatest Escape

I'm watching you there dreaming,
I have to come up with a plan, I'm scheming.
Finding a way to escape from you,
You abuse me with everything that I do.
I can not live like this no more,
So I'm finally leaving out your front door.
The pain and torture has come to an end,
You hurt me so much, it will be hard to mend.
You stomped on me so much, you broke my heart,
I'm leaving you now, I need a new start.
I am scared and confused but know I'll make it through,
Leaving you is the best thing I'll ever do.
I find the courage and hold my head up high,
Not even glancing back to say a good-bye.
A weight has been lifted off my shoulders,
The memories of you are getting colder.
My spirit has been lifted, I am free,
I am no longer blinded, I can see.
My life finally has a good start,
We are thousands of miles apart.
I can walk around with a smile on my face,
My life is no longer a waste.
I did it, I made it through,
I escaped forever from you!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Poor Woman's Ballad

a poor woman's ballad, told in her p.o.v


I ain't got a dime in nobody's bank
...and I ain't got...just to be quite frank
I ain't got a paycheck from nobody's job
I aint got nothing...luckily, I don't go out and rob
I ain't got a car from nobody's lot
...and I ain't got...to be wasting in nobody's slot
I ain't got a house on nobody's land
I ain't got a pot to piss in, sometimes I pee in a can
I ain't got no jewelry from nobody's store
I ain't got it no more, cause they caught me at the door
I ain't got a stove to be cooking nobody's food
...and I ain't got a refridgerator to be keeping jack...cool
I ain't got the strength to be giving nobody a hand
...and I damn sholl' don't have a bed to be keeping nobody's man
I ain't got no butter to put with this toast and I ain't got no spread to put with this bread
...so therefore, I ain't got no food to be keeping nobody fed
I ain't got no cash to be letting nobody borrow a dub(20 dlrs)
...and I ain't got no money to be getting in nobody's club
I ain't got no fancy clothes, high-tech whatcha- ma- call-its or no shoes made by nobody...
but I do have a couple of things, thanks to somebody
you see...I ain't got no riches that could be considered wealth
but I went to the doctor yesterday, he told me I was in good health
I ain't got nothing really to be giving, but I woke up this morning...so therefore I am living
I ain't wearing no designer dress, but somehow, I ain't even stressed
I ain't got  no diamonds hanging down my chest
...but I'm good...cause somebody keep me alive...so therefore I am blessed


Details | Rhyme | |

The World Needs Stupid Poems About Sheep

There's many speeches made upon the battlefield of life
And much advice both wise and otherwise
There's words to spur us on to overcome all sorts of strife
Some honest truths and some just hopeful lies.

The pep talk to build up the team so they go out and win;
The mantras found in simple battle cries;
The politics of power delivered with an extra spin;
The prophets' words reduced to sermon size;

The burning words of hatred that can send a man to kill
To light the fire that must be quenched with blood;
The prophecies long written that the blind seek to fulfil;
The word that lifts the fallen from the mud.

The lovers speak in whispers in the darkness of the night
And plight to each their troth in sickly verse
And the righteous lift up their voice to praise God, good and right
And hide the fact that they do something worse.

But if there is humanity and sanity to keep
The world needs stupid poems about sheep.


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Favourite Cake

I relish the thought of my favourite cake
Every layer covered in dark chocolate
With slices of lemon and apples
It is a cross between:
love and care
Sacrifice and flair
It gives out an aroma of happiness
With a tinge of sadness
Reminding me that to live 
Is to dare to be rare!


Details | I do not know? | |

Life (part2)

My life is a rhythm of a universe which has gone forth
complete and changing from the hands of my creator
I am one with myself
but was once not me

Till I pass my life on…
I live!

I am humble and grateful -
For the changes of the seasons
For the flow of my heart’s desire
For the salt in my tears
For the pain of my wounds 
For the sweetness of every bite
For the care of my companions
For the love of my beloved
For the lessons that I learn
For the path of my destiny
For the beauty my eyes behold
For the moments of truth that remind me of all of the above

Till I pass my life on…
I live!


Details | I do not know? | |

Loving life.

Sewing beauty into the seam of
reality, perception of the soul is no
frivolity, filling each moment with conscious
thought, experience each colour the green grass
and the ruby of port, excepting others views will
only distort, that which is your own fruitful
thought, experience the iron which is
wrought, be aware of your own actions,
each experience is poetry in motion,
what’s your intention? To create or
destroy, reality is our toy,
to abuse or enjoy, becomes
irrelevant to greet experience
or become shy and coy, the 
wheel of life spinning like fire
poi!


Details | Quatrain | |

Missing Bellies

“All Points Bulletin”... be on the lookout
For Jackers' rotund belly
It's been missing for almost six months now
Watch “Missing Bellies” on your telly

Wiggles and jiggles like a bowl full of Jelly
Bouncing up and down, side to side
Little kiddies are always bugging their Moms
To ask Mr. Jackers for a ride

It's just my way of describing the impact
Losing weight had on my psyche
Upbeat and ready to meet all life's challenges
Now wearing my hair all spiky

It surely can be a life changing experience
Walk around with a confident air
Tossing red roses to the curious onlookers
With a feeling of devil may care

Can imagine the mental picture you're having
Must be pretty strange I would guess
My life has become exciting once again
Next week I'm on 'Meet The Press'

“All Points Bulletin”... if you see Jackers' belly
Ignore it, he doesn't want it back
He's doing just fine but thanks anyway
He's finally on the right track

© Jack Ellison 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

The Evolution of Healing

Anger broken down by the tenacity of fate Extinguished by the release of the past Swept away with the grace of touch Slowly replaced with adverse trust Born into the security of faith Internally eased by the depth of breath Inspired by the path of true state Prophetically touched by the infinite power of unconditional Love


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Sweet Lorrayne { Rondel}

<                                          Sweet sweet Lorrayne
                                            No voice to speak
                                            Smile always peaked
                                            Just wanted to end her pain

                                         
                                            Known to one and all
                                            Cookies cakes she loved to bake
                                            Orders were never to small
                                            Family tradition she wanted to make


                                            Meds and revival she wanted nil
                                            Family and friends held her hand
                                            Assured she would wake in the promise land
                                            Lit a candle and placed it next to cross in window sill
                                            Oh ye hearts tears did over ~ flow and fill
                                     

                                  


Details | Lay | |

Stress

Stress can cause more harm than good.
Sometimes stress can be misunderstood.
Heartache, joy, and sometimes pain, can make any person, almost go insane!
Stress is bad, and you are never alone.
It can make some forget that they are truly grown.
Feeling bad, atleast majority of the time,
Can make a lot of folks, lose their mind.
Relax, be kind, and let it go with ease.
Don't you know that stress can be a fatal disease?
The anger, hatred, and insanity inside,
Is a stress instigator, so let go with pride!
So when you have the need to stress it out,
Open yourself up and give a great big "SHOUT"!!!


Details | Acrostic | |

HAPPY NEW YEAR

HOPING WE
ALL HAVE A
PROSPEROUS AND
PLEASUREABLE
YEAR, AS

NEW WISHES AND
ENJOYMENT
WAITS AROUND THE CORNER,

YET WE ALL
ENCOURAGE OTHERS TO
ACCEPT THE
REALITY OF LIFE.


Details | Free verse | |

STAY ON CHEER

These pass years, I have been in a quest..
There are times I want to stop but I guess..
If steps and risks aren't taken, I'll be waste..
Thus, I try and try slowly not in haste..

To become a Saint, one must be chaste..
To become a hero, must death be faced?
To become renown, must fame be chase?
However, to be love, must one be on same race?

Building long lasting & steadfast relationships..
Will require from you more than stewardship..
Even more than a deal of companionship..
And more than just friendship..

It takes the right time...
Sometimes months extending to years..
Or a whole of a lifetime..
Only God knows yet stay on cheer..

By: olive_eloi
5:29pm
10/10/2013


Details | Couplet | |

Invisible's Invincibility

I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.

Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone

No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow. 

Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold. 

The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.

This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.

I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being


Details | ABC | |

Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.


Details | Rhyme | |

Break the Chain

Love is a gift served from the heart More precious than gold or the finest of art Unrecognized by those who choose to refrain From giving their all when love turns to pain Controlled by the fear of losing control Abused, abandoned no faith in their soul Instead of embracing the things that they lack They cower in fear too afraid of attack The chain becomes stronger the longer you wait Who is the next to become filled with hate? It strangles your will as you struggle in vain Give love unto others to fracture the chain
jskins


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Son Is Autistic Part 1

This day I awoke, I had spent nights up before, 
till the point my body is what gave in. 
One would say I was probly depressed, 
but I like to think I spent it, 
asking myself what I already knew. 

I can remember feeling, 
love, shame, anger and happiness, 
all after opening my eyes, 
i wanted to but i couldnt bring myself to cry. 

I manged to get dressed, 
and while it seemed like forever, 
before I knew it, 
it was time to go. 

The ride there, was drivin in silence, 
neither of us realy talked, 
the music singing sounds, 
that I couldnt realy hear. 
I have never felt so alone 
and I asked myself...can I do this? 

When we arrived, I prepared myself, 
only for what I already knew. 
they greeted me with honesty, 
and a calming I can't describe, 
and i wonderd if, 
perhaps Kim had felt this way. 

They spoke with words they probly didnt think I understood, 
but have been through so many tests myself, 
now my child was the one, 
the one about to be labled. 
I had to ask myself "Is this my fault?" 

I would like ta say when they told me, 
I broke down and cryed, 
the truth is I felt nothing, 
and I began to ask myself why.


Details | Couplet | |

Izzy

Izzy

A big man with a long, long name,
His sweet tender voice brought him great fame.
He lived with a curse and died in his prime,
But he’ll be remembered as one of the best of his time.
Hawaii his home ,  he lay there in state,
His country so proud ,  so sad for his fate.
His “Over the Rainbow” will bring you to tears,
Oh Izzy, I wish we could roll back the years.

Written in tribute to Israel Kamakawiwo’ole, 
Hawaiian musicianwho died in 1997 at the age of 38 from 
complications of obesity.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Don't Want Your Love

I think of our last kiss
		And I tremble.
I remember how I held you
		And I shudder.
How when we are one it is bliss
		Passion doth resemble.
For thirty years I’ve held your view
		Destruction is udder.
Sly as a fox, you lured me with your kiss
		Powerful I tremble
I thought I lost love, instead I fell for your screw
		Addicted devotee
Naught but a poison, I divorce myself from you
		Good-bye pot, hello me


Details | Verse | |

I Forgive Me

Joanna Davis

Forgiveness is a meal that’s
best served in large amounts
No matter the type of dish,
it’s the ingredients that count.

Forgiveness is a meal that
should be eaten with clean hands,
And every mouthful well seasoned
So the bitterness you’ll withstand.

Forgiveness is a meal that
must in small amounts, be ingested
To make room for the hurt and anguish
that’s yet to be digested!









Details | Free verse | |

Positive Thinking

Positive thinking is a 
beautiful way of thinking,
where you see goodness
in every kind of dealing.

Positive thinking can 
lead you to success.
It gives you the joy
you can easily access.

Hope for the best
in all your deeds.
You will be awarded
with the highest gifts.

Whatever happens 
happens for the best.
In this way you 
are always blessed.

Positive thinking makes 
you confident and strong.
It shows you ways where
 you can never be wrong.

Quote: "Think positive and positive things will happen"


Details | I do not know? | |

MY PRAYER number 16

Dear Lord,
Forgive me of evil deeds;
You can be done with me.
I’m a lost soul;
I have a heart that’s black and cold.
I know I won’t live to be old;
That’s what I feel and what I’ve been told.
They say you never know what the future holds,
But I just want to go away,
If you may, you can take me today.
I know you know I don’t believe in what I say,
Its just anger and pain that never goes away;
That’s my inspiration that guides me on my way.
Father I try the best I can to be a good man;
Though sometimes, I feel like I just don’t give a damn.
And I’m sorry for every time I took the devils hand.
I’m just a simple creation a victim of temptation,
But for real it’s a test of my will,
And there’s a lot to improve on still.
I keep on going;
My is mind clear and open to the unknowing.
What are you trying to show me?
Because you know me I get distracted easily;
But I’m still alive don’t know why you let me survive,
Though I do and don’t want to die.
I don’t know what I’m saying my mind’s so twisted,
People keep telling me I’m so gifted,
But nothing I do or they say can, can seem to get me lifted.
I feel so low feeling like I’m stuck in the same hole,
But I keep my head up and get up and go,
Because whatever I felt yesterday that’s where that feeling stays,
And I appreciate that you make feel anew everyday.
Father I’m ready for a change because I cant keep living the same,
And it’s so true,
Breaking old habits is hard to do.
So I’m sorry for my actions that disrespect you;
You know truly who and how I am.
Please forgive me father for being a troubled young man,
I am trying the best I can.
Amen.

-bkmjr 2011-


Details | Rhyme | |

Freedom sings

I'm out on the highway 
driving along 
the radios playing 
my favorite song

The wind in the trees 
is whispering please
the sunshine is shinning
I'm travelling free.

I'm there in that moment
enjoying the breeze
again I am walking
from home down to work

not rushing not thinking 
just looking around
enjoying the sights and the things 
that I've found

The sunrise of pinks and gold sparkled dew
the birds that are singing to me and to you
the green grass and foliage 
The smells and the sounds.

Sometimes I rush and life passes me by
like a meal that is eaten without time to taste
it's gone in a moment of hustle bound haste
lost to depression, oh what a waste.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Sand Box Experiment

Little Jenny was always found to be very prim and proper/
Outside reading her cook book by Betty Crocker/
Lazy Mary Sat on the lazy suzanne,
Butch Malone was their next of kin kissing cousin,
Along with Mary this made up the famed dirty dozen !
That sand box experiment really made us laugh/
Shortly after gym class,

Butch Malone along with the famed Benjamin Bankhead/
Jimmy Foley the local guitar player knew,
The pathway in life that we should choose/
Often he would be found taking a tremendous dump in the boy's urenil !

The path of least resistance sought about from a chosen few,

Often he would appear in shepherds clothing similar to little boy blue !

Playing guitar like he's going out of style !
That sandbox experience was designed to distract all the teacher's ?
We set up stuffed dummies just to look like real people,
Right underneath the bleacher's !

Old man Winter's who worked for Mr. Kazoo knew the score/
Very often he was being seen outside the local liqour store,
Lest I emplore,

The sand box experiment was in full swing on that one particuler day/

Butch Malone thought he was the real king ?
That was until Mrs. Maloney saw him through the window !
Next the time was drawing near/
Then so was that dinner bell,

Mrs. Maloney started talking to all those dummies,

Next thing you know she had tripped over little Johnny !
He was stuffed that was/
Flying three feet high in the air she had fell right on her face !
What a social disgrace !

Yet what had happened to Butch Malone ?
Like a little dog without his bone/
He pee pee'd his pants then cried all the way home !
The next day when Mrs. Maloney got her second wind/

She didn't even know where to begin/

For that little stunt the whole class was suspended for the day,
Yet for the gang including Butch Malone what did they say ?
All in all the sandbox experiment really did make their day !


Details | Free verse | |

stand

these are not desperate times, these are times for contribution 
you are devoid of current circumstance 
and lacking in any forward motion 
if you are looking for more than less 
take any leftover position 
and turn it toward your command 
that is your accomplishment now 
that is your stand 


Details | Couplet | |

Humble for my own sake

I do not turn the other cheek,
so you can boast in my defeat,
I do not love my enemies
with but a smile, but earnestly,
I humble my once proud heart
in hopes to reach maturity.
Ive had my share of battles fought,
and scars to show for lesson taught
still no reason conceit
will ever I pursue or seek.

I do bless when others curse
to show my weakness with remorse
but I becomes a broken horse.
Following my master's righteous course.
I find no joy in any pain
but I pursue knowledge to gain
an ever steadfast path in life
not dictated by my strife,
so I do none of these for you
but for my certain peace of mind
that when I'm struck down by another
my heart still knows how to be kind.


Details | Narrative | |

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)
 


Details | Narrative | |

Develop Your Own Shape

The meat on your bones Can be adjusted to create Just how you want to Develop your own shape First of all moisturize Every part of your skin Before getting it wet or in the sun Especially if stretching or tightening You don’t want your skin To have a dried out look Like a piece of meat With no oil while it cooks Use indoor lotions or outdoor oils And get completely moisturized Be sure the skin parts showing Are massaged while being applied For any part you want to shape You must always touch Even your hair is skin Be sure to treat it as such Keeping your chin up Means more than confidence It helps your face maintain It’s true born essence A mirror should be used To look at your reflection As you work out to reshape Any part of imperfection The basic shaping routine Should be at a vigorous pace While you keep a close look To watch the shape take place The Flo-Fitness program Is really fun to begin Most all of the exercises Are only up to a count of ten No need for sweating With the exercises you do We already sweat enough For the toxins to expel through Instead of a scale To take your weight Just use a tape measure To watch the inches dissipate It won’t take long Before you start to feel great And become the real you As you develop your own shape Florence McMillian (Flo) http://www.youtube.com/user/FloFLT?feature=guide


Details | Rhyme | |

Water And Rain

(rhyme)


I love my water everyday 
It is healthy to drink 
Lots of it to consume 
Do it and don't think. 

I'm determined to have it 
All day and night long 
When awake all the time 
Water just makes me strong. 

Most people don't appreciate water 
We need to conserve it 
And not waste it anymore 
By squander it not a bit. 

In other countries some people 
Don't have enough of it 
We're so blessed we do 
Aid those with a bit. 

Water is great to drink 
It's good for you, me! 
Cleanses your body you know 
We all need it too. 

When it rains it's amazing 
It helps grow the trees 
And all animals and plants 
Maintain your body healthy too. 

Every living organism needs it 
Water is such a blessing 
Without it we'd be troubled 
Save it and keep sharing! 






Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


September 3,2009 


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Space

The human brain's space
Contains storage room for more
Than three million years

The brain has branches
That looks like trees alive that 
Feed on chemicals

Fear produces bad
Toxic chemical that makes
Black branches in brain

Love cast out the bad
Produces good chemicals
That makes the brain well

(A book called "Who Stitched Off My Brain" tells about this and how to change bad into good.)


Details | I do not know? | |

silence

Silence 
 heart throbbing in my throat
Pulse beating in my hands 
Absolute nothing whispers in my ears
Silence, deafening silence
My eyes close, shoulders slump
Chest jumping up and down
Pain of day melt away
Bliss never lasting
Phone moans, doorbell sings
Find serenity in yourself
Find peace from within


Details | Narrative | |

Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...




You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 


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The BEAST

                         
Dawns light slithers in, and it scratches your soul

The days eviceration about to unfold

Your mind all a jumble, your flesh all a quake

And you wonder inside " How much more can I take"

Will you hide behind fortress of opiate walls

Do you muster your strength, do you answer the call

The Beast sallies forth, to gnaw on your bones

And you feel your heart flutter, arythmical tones  

The Dragon comes hard plunging straight to the quick

You lie there a quivver, your vessel so sick

Your hands fumble blindly for vitreous pill

Will it's weird grace you health, will it's ire turn and kill

You draw crystal daggar, plunge it deep to the hilt

Its potent elixer no drop to be spilt

The Beast flays you liver, you mouth silent sighs

And your throat, without will, cries the smallest of cries

"Oh my God share your mettle" your prayers rise above

And He comes down and kisses your wounds with his love

The Beast vents it's fury, apoplectic with rage

For you both know it's victim has just turned the page 

Still the Beast is not finished, your temple to wreck

And he slides up your back and crawls onto your neck

He pummels your skull, sodomizes your brain

His claws scourge your eyes and they bleed steely pain

His feet rake your gullet, your vomitus vent

You fall to your knees, all lifes oxygen spent

But your lance has struck true, and the toxin well laid

You know that this vile demon soon will be slayed

He howls out in anguish, and hides from your light

He slinks from your presence, flees from your might

You have spit in his eye, pissed and shat in his nest

Castrated the Golgoth, shrugged off his best

So you rise to your height, wipe the bile from your chin

And your lips they invoke the subtlest grin

For the Love of your God, companions and kin

Have made legion your forces, the beast can not win.

Your mind feels the grace that your faith doth supply

And you know to your core THIS MONSTER WILL DIE.

  Grace and hope to us all

      Walter

Hep C 30+ yrs, 2 wks post 24 wk tx, BMS 790052 eRVR



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Real

What is it to be fake?
Is it to lie to yourself,
Or is it to lie to others?

Is being fake being a conformist?
Do you try to fit in to be liked,
Or do you stand out to get attention?

Why be fake?
You will only lose yourself,
and who you really are.

Is fake really worth it?
Losing yourself,
and everyone's respect?

STOP!
Wake up.
Now open your eyes.
Remember who you are.
Remember what you do.
Be this.
Be... Real.


Details | Couplet | |

No, No, No

Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.

The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.



Details | I do not know? | |

Dear God... Clarification 1

Love is...
A Heal.thy gift… and it’s good for you too ;)


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I Was Wonderfully Designed

I was beautifully designed
and wonderfully made…
There’s nothing that God has given 
to me that I would ever trade!

I was fashioned and created by God… 
With one thing in mind.
To be an image of HIM… 
In a body by his design!

He fashioned and formed me
with the dust of the ground...
He gave me his love.  
It ‘s all around!

Though there are imperfections 
and “inflictions” within…
God is patient and willing 
to forgive my every sin!

Through life, I’ll endure trials, 
heartache and despair...
God is with me... 
He’s always there!

I know that his son, Jesus… 
Has given to me his grace.
He has provided for my life…
 “A resting place…”

I’m going to serve this God…  
Whom I love so much!
How I long for his presence…  
His “special touch…”

Thank you God...  For a “new” person
you’re helping me to be!
And may your light continue to shine 
through people like me!


By Jim Pemberton
03/27/11


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Cancer

It starts with one thing
and one thing always leads to another
I think he is indestructible 
Three forms of cancer can't stop my grandfather
Prostate Lung Pancreas cancers
Yet he fights them head on like a hammer
They say there is no cure
Could he have the answer
Can he win this fight
Can he master cancer
Can he win this race
Or will the cancer run faster
He doesn't ask for special treatment
No he just does what he can for his family
He doesn't listen to the doctor
He doesn't take chemo therapy
Doctors say he will die within months
Yet he lives on happily 
He goes through Hell
Yet he never shows it
I can't help but wonder how he does it
I pray no one else has to live through it
I wish I could understand how he feels
But the only way for that is to experience it
What is the meaning of courage
What is the meaning of strength
Is this the stuff of a legend
Or is this just having faith
Think about it
All your problems and only worrying about your family
Doing what ever it takes to make them happy
How much and what kind of love that must be


Details | I do not know? | |

i am bi polar

Most people know i have a inner beast
yet i took control of him i have a leash
I steal his strength passion and creativity
Now i have such strength anything is a possibility
i get angry sad depressed but i use it to my advantage
how could i tame something so savage?
i found friends and life out of the wreck that once was my life
now i swear to you all i promise i can do right
let this be strength to all
I promise you i will never fall
or be devoured bye my own emotions
bye the demon,  the force is corrosive


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Influence by Christian Cepeda 7th grade

Intoxication.....good or bad?
Not good if you're intoxicated or under the influence of alcohol. My
Future is important to me. Young ones,
Little ones, old ones. The
United States should be drug and alcohol free,
Even if it takes a lifetime.
No one should ever do drugs or become intoxicated.
Change can happen but it starts with you!
Everyone can make a difference.


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The Secret

                            The Secret

No longer do I say I am broke, sick or old
As the universe will grant my wish I am told

It was Henry Ford who said of our internal fight     
“Whether you think you can or can’t, either way you are right”

Understanding “The Secret,” gave me the keys
To living a life full of inner peace 

Knowing how the power of my thoughts create things
And wanting those things to make my heart sing

I chose to listen to what I feel, think and say
To manifest a positive outcome to each day

How strong and passionate our transmission
Determines how big will be our next life lesson

The universe doesn’t hear what you like or what you do not
Only that your mind is powerfully focused on that thought

Rather than engage in conversations that lower my self worth
I show appreciation and experience the magic on this earth

The laws of attraction say when I am aware, caring and giving
Transmitted back to me will be a feeling of faith in living

If your energy is on fear of rejection and pain throughout the day
Life will give you experiences to continue to feel that way

The power in us allows us to change our life from bad to good 
By not focusing on what has happened but what could

Do not allow doubt or limitation to enter your mind
And an abundance of love, health and wealth you will find

Choose to ignore all negative feelings and they will fall away
And what will remain will bring only light your way

Allow yourself to feel a deep faith in your own abilities
And your life will be guided by infinite possibilities

Expect suffering, loss, pain, unhappiness and stress
And life will give you exactly as you request

Expect life to give you money, love, health and glory
And you will become the star of your own story

















                            


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MAKING POSITIVE, POSITIVE: Hope Song for PLWHAs


When is positive negative
Or right wrong?
It is when living positive 

I am living positive:
Now, more responsibly
I take responsibility for all my actions;
My life in my hands
I choose life over death
Wellness over sickness

I am a living ‘positive’
Now, more rightly, living and doing 
Surrounded by all that is positive 
I make the best of now
Enjoy this moment, one at a time

I am overcoming positive
With gratitude for everyday mercies
Finding and enjoying beauty and bounties, abound about:
the smile of a child; the chirps of the birds
the swinging music of the street trees;

I am positive; HIV positive
I am a living witness; a survivor of the scourge
I am living, I am positive
Positively positive 

I am a HIV survivor
Beyond the put down of virus 
Above societal  stigma 
I am living, I live
Making positive, positive.



PLWHA- People living with hiv aids


Details | I do not know? | |

Young Heart

From my youth,
I knew no goodness 
Teach me His truth
So that I will meet success

I hope I'm making little progress

From my youth,
I knew very little at first
Teach me Your truth 
Or I'll remain in thirst

I thirst for His spirit - to renew my faithfulness

I have a nourished heart
But, evilness broke it apart
I had an energetic soul  
But agony took its toll 

And now I pray
To Him who mends us all
To save my young heart
From the fear of losing control...

Do I still have an innocent, 
Young heart? 


Details | I do not know? | |

ET Stretch...

Good of the morning darling.
The wrath of Can has come.
Turning eyes right back to One.
I see focus burning the bush
Small scars on the planet
Creating boils in the blood.
Outrage to create pressure
Buy heaven’s gate to measure
Are you ready to stand?
Life giving water comes to sand.
it buries your well…understand?
Oceans reclaim their right to land
What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand.

....
Targeting senses are on….
Brane waves on the horizon
”...you better come out…
we know where you are…”
They’re not far…

Stretch of the mind is around
gods great pleasure of sound.


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The Lazy Days Of Summer

the illuminating sounds of summer
first there is birds sweet sernarding amidst cottonwoods
and if your lucky enough even capture whispers of the wind speaking 
down in a lustrous valley of green and don't forget about  
echoes of an eagle encircling the blue yonder looking for it's mate
or you can capture  sounds of a babbling brook flowing 
down an winding outcrop stream but to me
I think my favorite sound thus far is the laughter of my child's voice
and the sizzling sounds of hot dogs and hamburgers 
being made on my grill as were watching  fireworks display 
from the back of a twin engine houseboat floating down
a rivers edge Oh the sounds of summer would be nil
if I would awake from this enchanted dream 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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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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Create In Me A Clean Heart Oh God

Create in me a clean heart, Oh God, 
and renew a right spirit within me.
May my flesh be crucified... 
so that YOU... others may see!

Please don't remove from me
 your presence, or Holy Spirit.
May I meditate upon your word... 
and daily live it!

Restore unto me the joy
 of your salvation...
As I serve you with a deep
love and appreciation!

 I will teach sinners,
of your wondrous ways.
So that they my serve you
 all of their days!

I will shout aloud of your
 righteousness and proclaim
That you have delivered me 
from all guilt and shame.

As my lips are open...
 I will sing glory & praise to YOU!
May you be exalted in all 
that I say and do.

My sacrifice to you are a spirit
 and heart that's broken.
God will not reject me... 
this he has spoken!

May I bring sacrifice and obedience 
as I come to your altar.
You are my solid rock...
like the "Rock of Gibraltar!"

Thank you for cleansing 
 and making me whole.
You brought healing... 
and restored my soul!

By Jim Pemberton
Read Psalms 51:10-17
09/24/08


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"The Cure" ( For Health Care ) Part 1

Free Verse Rhyme

The mind’s dilemma for sure,...a cure... for the nation’s... health care
There is a simple cure.. that the mind doesn’t want to hear
The healthy cure.. neither doth the mind...of  the wealthy... want to hear
For the wealthy would have to pay.... their fair share

`T is the wealthy,..that makes the economic rules
Choosing the poor.. to be.. their economic fools
Being forced to abide... by their economic rules
The poor.. learns in their schools..to be.. the healthy.. wealthy’s fools

Have you begin to get the picture... I am not on.. any elixir
I am only entering into.. higher logic,..from lower mind project
From the lower.. carnal logic..of the mind’s... chaotic project
Which always works.. in the deficiency..of it lower logic

We have become..educated fools..following the mind’s.. ghoul... rules
The poor never rules...for it takes money..for political bids
Should money continue to hid..the wealth of the poor inside.........................(James 2:5)
And the poor..continue to abide..with their wealth.. inside
                                                                                    
While money buys it’s way in...to the harlot.. of economic sin
The poor..is sore... of heart..doesn’t love sin...but where to begin
To turn..from economic sin..return to your heart..`t is your start
Begin to plant some seeds to win....not in the belly of harlot’s sin...............(Rev. 17:1-6)

The nation’s health care.. isn’t fair...for the needy..
For the rich..so greedy...grinding the face of the poor..
`T is the rich..carrying the switch..causing the poor to abide 
Buying their way inside..bleeding the poor’s store... wanting even more

The cure..for health care..a percentage plan..would be fair.. man
If correctly placed..in the land..Love’s health care plan
Would work for all in it’s plan..forever would stand
The flat charge rate...`t is made by the rich ..who hate..The poor..

.....wanting them to pay more..than their fair share
Now let love clear the air...and do that which is fair..
By a percentage we put into a pot..by a percentage let us take out
If by a percentage to put in is fair..by the same we take out is fair

The poor’s..point of view..up in Washington would be new
All the money is with the rich...let the poor carry the switch
Redistribute the nation’s wealth....charge the same percent..
Coming in and go out..`t is that so hard to... figure out

Continued


Details | I do not know? | |

WHAT IS HOME?

WHAT IS HOME?

ROLLING HILLS ARE HOME TO ME,
PLAYING CHESS WITH FRIENDS,
DANCING ON THE WEEKEND,
WALKING IN THE WIND,
BLOWING BUBBLES.

(Reflect)

BUBBLES BLOWING WIND,
THE “IN” WALKING WEEKEND,
THE “ON” DANCING FRIENDS
WITH CHESS PLAYING ME. 
TO HOME ARE HILLS ROLLING?


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Paint Me A Picture

intreguing white orbs
great for carving or painting
during fall gourding



Happy Halloween All


Entry For 
Raul Moreno's
White Pumpkin Contest 
GL ALL


Details | Sonnet | |

Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown (Kyrielle Sonnet)

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Dance, sing, and eat all of your cake
It’s time to wear your dinner gown
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

Upon reaching the Big Six O
Spread and stretch on your patio
Wear your fancy dress into town
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

As you puff out the nice candles
Hold tight onto your chair handles
Smile today and let your hair down
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown


© Joseph, 4/9/08
© All Rights Reserved


Comments:  Dedicated to my poet laureate friend Carol Brown.  The Kyrielle 
Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming 
couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each 
stanza.  Each line within the sonnet has eight syllables. The French use the first 
and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This reinforces the refrain 
within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet normally is: AabB, 
ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.


Details | Free verse | |

when that ocean was cut into five

as the waters split into pieces
and the land formed itself
the day went longer than
than the sky, and deeper
than the sea
its form was
shaped it broke
F R E E
escaped 
as it fell lower
than the sea floor
but higher
than even the sky
the ocean was split
into five.


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It's Not Your Fault

The thing about life
is that
it can end in an instant

When the rope of the
harsh words
wraps tightly around your 

Neck squeezing tighter
and tighter
you just want to jump

To end it all to end all
the pain
and the hatred and words

It is not only the words
that push
you over the edge

It is too the fists and
the feet 
that slam into you

Over and over
without
a break with out letting up 

Making you break down and slide down
the wall
and cry and cry and cry

One phone call can 
save a
live, stopping that jump

Stopping the self hate
and
spreading the love

The love i have for 
you will 
never fade or die and i hope

will make you better
to sleep
and to be able to be 

Happy again to 
be happy
forever and always with me

just remember and know
that it's
NOT YOUR FAULT


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Are There Angels

Are There Angels?

There are angels in the city
Angels in the trees
An angel in your pocket
Pick any one of these
There are angels in your backseat
Angels on your dash
Angels that you might meet
If ever you should crash
There are angels in the schoolrooms
There are angels in your church
Angels in your work place
Angels if you search
There are angels on your doorstep
Angels standing beside you
Angels while we all slept
Angels are in fact quite true
You may not realize they’re angels
They may look like you or me
But they’ll touch you when you need it
And wherever you might be
I met so many angels
As I fought my cancer fight
They were with me every morning
And there for me each night
Some were wearing doctor’s outfits
Some were wearing nurses’ smocks
Some in cushiony white sneakers
Some were wearing bright orange crocks
Some looked like my friends and family
Some looked like no one I’ve met
Some said not a word but touched me
Some I never will forget
There are angels all around us
Maybe not as you expected
They’re everywhere if you just look
Though most go undetected
So you ask if there are angels
And if I’ve been touched by one
No – I’ve been touched my many
You can see just what they’ve done

Mdailey	3/30/12




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GENTLE CARE

A country now impoverished by greed 
And by their self-aggrandisement they feed 
Off the poor folk, who doles. 

Like lepers of old, they’re left at the gates. 
Earnest plea for mercy, on deaf ears grates.
Suffering: burning coals.

From the very outcasts of society, 
Exposed our forgotten propriety - 
A mirror to our souls. 

With the Biblical poor Widow’s last mite, 
Ivonne has offered them a last respite - 
Food for their souls and bowls. 

Gentle Care is a haven of last hope. 
Sheltering those who bravely wish to cope. 
Angels’ merciful goals.

GLOSSARY: 
1.	Gentle Care, Britstown, Northern Cape, SOUTH AFRICA: http://philanthropy.org.za/zoo-ones/item/ivonne-gentle.html

2.	Mark 12:41-44 New International Version (NIV)

The Widow’s Offering
41 Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts.42 But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a few cents.
43 Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. 44 They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on.”


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AN ANIMAL'S PRAYER

Karen, I spoke to Penny Poodle about you,
She barked and said, "what ever you do-
Be sure you tell her we are praying too,
And, I'll get my friends at the zoo to pray  for her, too."

So you see, Karen, not just people are praying for you-
But all of the animals of God's kingdom are, too-
And God, Who created us all in six days
Will hear all of our voices, and He'll be truly amazed!

So Karen, don't you be sad or blue!
For God is taking good care of you-
For all of the animals are praying So hard
Those tumor cells better be on their guard.

Soon the tumor will all melt away,
Even the cells that may have strayed,
And you can think about all of your animal friends,
You can call them all over and pat their front ends.
Karen, God is listening, and He can heal you. 

I never heard what happened to Karen,  but she had lots of friends praying for her 
so I hope she was healed.     Enjoy!


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Breathe

Breathe, think of this day as a unique core
Reflect and feel the scent  around
Words may never express or make you adore
The life you conspire and others view as their  mound

Let life greet you to explore
Think of those who bear the weight with fairground
Love, reflect, and open all closed doors
Stop  complaining,  faith  in life goes around

Breathe, think of this day no more
Let your troubles  be gone and never rewound 
This day has just began  and  you can let it be ashore
Please take a step, don’t let yourself be  drowned!

Fight the ocean that sinks you and keep it  indoor
Guard your thoughts and make it resound
Swim and get to all things you are looking for  
This is a day to cry no more!

Breathe, breathe like nothing you’ve done before
Open your eyes and avoid the things that are earthbound
Accept reality and all of its hardcore
To find yourself , and let yourself be found


Details | Epic | |

I found a friend me

I found a friend in me where I can shut down and disappear 

Where I go some where and hide,talk out all my fears I hold 
inside   

When nobody understands me but myself I believe that they 
will never

But like I said the frist time I found a friend in me someone 
I can cry around and speak out loud 

Always be myself around love the person I'm now and never 
question the person I was years ago I found a friend in me

Without taking any risk it will pull me there anything I have 
to face and never disappear when the heat gets higher 
to100degress

I found a friend in me I love the woman I grown to be


Details | Narrative | |

Washed Away My experience with Katrina

Innocent victims cry in the dark
Forced to take refuge in that park
Such wrath began to fall
For I shall never forget the day I got that call
Silence and sorrow heavy in the air
It was like nothing I could ever compare
Days turned to weeks
Thousands take dwelling beseeching for any relief
Thousands left waiting in utter disbelief 

I was supposed to be deployed
Yet an injury kept me here
My fellow workers attacked at the dome
Traumatized and in complete fear some had to return home
I feel so guilty
So guilty I should have been there
Innocent victims crying
Innocent victims now dying

An event so devastating
The stench of death filled the air 
We could not fathom something so unfair 
I counseled innocent victims
Still sticking strong to their convictions 
I still recall every haunting voice
Confused, frustrated and displaced
Innocent victims left without a choice

Families torn apart on that day
The day the levees broke
Families losing all hope
My job was to help them cope
Innocent victims left to cry in a park
Fear increases when light turns to dark
Like declaring Martial Law
Lives washed away, all humanity started to fall

On the dawn of a new day
So joyous… even an atheist bowed her head to pray
The media coverage was what really brought aid
Oh no!
Politicians began to look bad so of course something had to be done
Late in action but at least more help had come
There is still work to be had
Many left permanently sad
Entering in hundreds of names to locate the missing or those declared dead
Debriefed each night just to clear my head
I still remember so clearly the desperation and panic
When Katrina came in August 
Life turned frantic
Overwhelming emotions; I felt completely manic 
I will never forget the victims I helped in such grief
I hope when the bodies were identified; I wish just some…
Some could give a sigh of relief

It is important we do not forget those still suffering
The child who didn’t get the last kiss
The parents who will be dearly missed
We all have the ability to help
1,836 people dead!
Work together and ease the sorrow… 
Another disaster could just happen tomorrow
Make time to reach out 
So many innocent victims still in need
We all are capable of doing a good deed


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


Details | Rhyme | |

Reiki Music

Symbiotic melodies . . .
Transparencies of light
Shimmering from the inner self
Levitating to moonbeams bright. 

Hear the chiming bells, their rhythm
Serene with every breath inhaled.
Lie still and dwell within your heaven
Psychic mysteries unveiled.

Heal the heart, repair the soul
Release anxieties and strife . . .
Penetrate this body’s armor
Relax your shell to balance life.


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Pork It's The Other White Meat {Epulaeryu}

curry-crumble pork chops
so mouthwatering
Just dare to be different folks
moistness lies in the
layers of yogurt
brushed over
pork!










Curry-Crumbed Pork Chops 


Panko are coarse bread crumbs usually found next to other bread crumbs in the 
supermarket. 

3/4 cup plain yogurt 
1 teaspoon dry mustard 
1/4 teaspoon salt 
1/4 teaspoon pepper 
3 tablespoons thinly sliced green onion 
2 bone-in center-cut rib pork chops (3/4 inch 
    thick) 
1 tablespoon canola oil 
1/3 cup panko 
1 teaspoon curry powder

1. Heat oven to 375°F. Combine yogurt, mustard, salt and pepper in small bowl. Reserve 
one-fourth of the yogurt mixture; stir green onion into remaining yogurt mixture. Brush 
reserved yogurt mixture onto both sides of pork chops. 

2. Heat oil in large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat until hot. Cook pork 4 to 6 
minutes or until golden brown, turning once. Remove pork; place on foil-lined baking sheet. 

3. Combine panko and curry powder; stir into drippings in skillet. Spread over top of pork. 

4. Bake 8 to 12 minutes or until pork is pale pink in center. Serve with yogurt sauce. 


2 servings

PER SERVING: 310 calories, 16 g total fat (4 g saturated fat), 26 g protein, 15 g 
carbohydrate, 60 mg cholesterol, 465 mg sodium, 1 g fiber


Details | I do not know? | |

Glory

This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.


Details | Narrative | |

Hurt and You Could Have it All

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair 
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way



Details | I do not know? | |

Stick to the confines.

Post-modern society i’m feelin’ afflicted,
confined a predestined identity – i’m restricted,
what I preach and practice – contradicted,
due to the confines I mimic and pick, waiting for what the Mayan’s predicted,
the revealing, the coming clean, tell us what the hieroglyphs depicted,
we’re all looking for direction, collective unconscious became misted,
many hearts and minds twisted, our souls blistered,
instead of caring and sharing, we’re all tight fisted,
people starve, people are killed, people are tortured and it’s as if we all personally wished it,
maybe i’m just a mis-fit,
maybe my points fleeting and you missed it....
wake up
wake up
wake up.


Details | Lyric | |

Living Proof Of A Miracle

Living Proof Of A Miracle
	
God makes it happen…

	In 2005, I was insecurely denied…my dreams broken and heart shattered 
as the devil tried to work beneath overtime.  The doctor walked in and said, “I’m 
sorry but you have cancer.”  The thoughts in my mind left my body bruised and 
battered.
	In 2008, my condition went from moderate to severe.  I had to make a 
change; I decided to get saved.  My God then forgave…but the thoughts in my mind 
had me askin’, “Why is life worth livin?”  So I continued back down the road of 
insecurities and sinnin’…
	When 2009 came, the surgeon walked in, again, put his head down and 
looked back up at me…I just kept thinking, “What could it be?”  He said, “Sweetie, 
I’m sorry!”  Your cancer is going full blown and it can’t be healed.”  I let the tears fall 
as God caught them saying, “I know you know I’m real!”  “So turn to me and I’ll set 
you free, but I couldn’t turn yet cause’ I was so stuck on me.
	So here I was in 2010, stuck with an illness, loss of a job, sleepless and 
fearful nights, and sickly sobs…sometimes it takes a disaster to come into your 
home, trying to break down your state of mind and get into your soul.  This 
darkness that surrounded me, was feeling much too cold.
	So, I prayed for a new direction, and they sat and prayed with me…On 
August. 11, 2010 the surgeon walked in with tears in his eyes and said, “Honey, 
you’re free…I gave my life to him.  God has healed my cancer and he can heal you 
just the same.  No matter what the situation, just be sure to have full faith.

	For I am, living proof of a miracle…



By: Aleasha A. Martin


Details | Blank verse | |

What is God's love

What is God’s love

It is the cry of the heart
The souls longing 
To connect with its maker
To be fully made into oneness
Being made whole
Over flowing like a continual waterfall
That feeds the stream that feeds the river that feeds the oceans that feeds the clouds
That feeds the earth-oh earth open wide your longing heart that the latter rain may fall
And satiate your longing and fill my land with the fruit our union-our unity.

In His presence is fullness of JOY

Light embraces light – cleansing light absorbs the darkness light becomes brighter and brighter until the perfect day.

 copyright Brenda V Northeast          28th Dec. 2011


Details | Burlesque | |

I Feel Ashamed

I am hungry, what will it be?
Ham, turkey or that nasty bologna?
I am hungry, chickpea mash?
Spam or that disgusting Hash?
I am hungry, mountain oysters anyone?
Fish eggs? Or sushi that is "not done?"
Such meager questions on what to eat.
There are people out there who are starving.
I feel ashamed and should do my part.
To give the shirt off my back would be a start.


Details | Free verse | |

Chapter 12 Annihilation

The Tragedy of Humanity is the Monoku of us failing to believe you
Is This Greed be ye Acrostic for not knowing the Gnostics 
Molding Most be the boast in Senryu saying you can’t tell me what to do
Excommunicating Faith is a Tanka for those who sank 
Insanities Calamities in this Enclosed Ryhme regarding to our binds
Sinful Are These Ways considers what we forgot in this Rubaiyat
No Righteousness In a Senryu for those who forgotten about you
Oligarchies Creating Hate in each and every state be in Enclosed Ryhme 
Worshiping Vanities is a Lanterne telling you to burn
Ruthless Deceptions be a Fibonacci trying to drown the mariachi
Evil Enemy Tricks informs of a constructive fraud in Ballade
Trouble Moving is trouble grooving to chime in this Enclosed Ryhme
Roadside Utilities you see they are a bank of put in Tanka
Indestructible Ye told Ottava rima, praying you have the mind of
But Backsliding means deciding what zone told in Canzone
Unruly Child is for the minds of you told in Haiku
Truth Be Insight be an Ottava rima about the main man Prima
Inclined Minds is another Ottava rima about the change of time for Ye
Opportunities There Be in this Senryu don’t you see
No Matter is about the chatter in an Enclosed Rhyme for you to find
Death Be A Lady This Night ask which way is right Ottava rima
Introduction Which Leads To Reduction a Nonet seduction
Sexual Acts Meant To Distract be the private zone Canzone
Turmoil That We Struggle With is a chime in Enclosed Rhyme
Redefining Ones Plight be Ottava rima telling you to fight
Instilled In Ye Is Light another Nonet so that you don’t forget
Believing Wrong or Right asks this Enclosed Rhyme the real war crime
Undertaken Be Ye is a new flight zone told in Canzone
Transcendent In Flight is the alteration told in Alliteration
Inner Subconscious Intelligence universal relevance in Name
Outside This Reality which is for you to do discern told in Lanterne
New To Old Experience is an Enclosed Rhyme we all mime
Nay Sayers Deny Greatest Fear in Acrostic about ye the agrestic
Over Energy Transfer is Canzone about the unknown
What Will You Do is just asking you in Haiku?


Details | Lyric | |

Bipolar - The Revised Lyric

Here is the finished revised Lyric for Bipolar. The song can be heard at my poetry website vbdosa.com and then clicking the Bipolar link.
     BIPOLAR
Sometimes I can feel a magic like I've never known.
I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles.
Sometimes it's more like I'm dying here all alone.
Sometimes I think I'll die alone.

Sometimes I can reach out for you, but you're made of stone.
I could die a thousand times. Die a thousand times.
Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone.
Sometimes I think I'm not alone.

Euphoria. Up and down. In and out.
Up and down. Euphoria.

Sometimes I can feel a magic like you've never known.
I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles.
Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone.
Sometimes I think I'm not along.

Up and down. In and out.
Up and down. In and out.
Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down.
Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down.
© ron wison


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Une Douleur Exquise

I have never seen such a face, not in my most perfect of dreams
To look upon you would be the purest of masochistic pleasures…

I beg of you, be the death of me!

Destroy me!

 

Self-aware, I cannot understand what is behind our paths intertwined
What a cruel mistake fate has made, to bring you into my existence…

Yet, here I am!

Here you are!

 

If it were only your face, had the artist only perfected your portrait
If you were nothing more than a vision, still you’d…

shine in the darkest of nights!
Silence the loudest of sounds!

 

Your mind, your words, every action creates a chaotic stillness inside me
I fear I could lose myself in your flawless existence…

I can only taint it!

I am only poison!

 

I have now seen such a face, often in my most perfect of dreams
I have looked upon you, felt the purest of masochistic pleasures…

You have been the death of me!

Destroyed me!


Details | Narrative | |

Emerald Fields

(May Birthstone: Emeralds)

            1935
On May 2nd, I attempted 
to enter the world,
 feet first.

To save both Mother and baby, 
the midwife's cruel hands 
reached in
and flipped me over.

My lack of cries,
a clue not understood.

            1942
Nighttime seizures, 
memory lapses, confusion.
Pills for Epilepsy prescribed 
and normal life restored.

            1971
Prayer for healing, in faith,
stronger than a mustard seed . . .
Ask, and you shall receive.
Pills dumped in the waste-bin.

Suddenly, freedom came,
as soft wind which caresses 
emerald fields of grain.


Matthew 17:20, Luke 17:6,
     John 16:24 RSV







Details | Rhyme | |

She could have been

She had something special.
Something she just couldn't see.
Something inside that kept her alive.
Something she just couldn't free.

She had something special.
Something the whole world could see.
Something inside that kept them alive.
Something that turns like the sea.

She could have been a doctor.
A noblemen or a priest.
The way she heals the masses,
She could have been a mystic.

She has something special.
Something she gives for free.
Something inside that's kept her alive.
Something I wish were in me.

She has something special.
Something the whole world can see.
Something inside that keeps us alive.
Something we wish she could see.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lord I'm So Depressed Can YOU Help Me



Lord, Help My Depression...

My mind seems to be going
 "in every direction."
I often wander if I'm going
 through a depression.

The people I once loved...
 I love no more.
Life seems to be so "dry."
Rather "a bore."

My life seems to be 
"turned upside down"
There's no one to help.  
Nobody around.

Will you... God... listen 
to my call?
And accept me... 
Faults and all?

I know that you're listening
 to my desparate plea.
To love someone 
as lowly as me.

Thank you Lord for 
helping me along.
In your arms of mercy... 
 Is where I belong!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm So Thankful For Everything

I’m So 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! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

circle in the sand

what would you believe to be true?
a sun in the sky and the color of blue?
check to see what time it is…
and is this time a true truth too?
for you?
if we’re to count what really matters
would it be the drops or the oceans of waters?
~
Maya have a cycle and they call it Long
Consisting of ‘days’ that cycle to One.
Scholars translated the related data…
Stating in dates from a dated stela
That an ‘end’ was to come
For the world as we know it.
I asked for the rest to show it.
Modern cycles of time are related
To the point, I say, of being the same.
In the beginning, it was just a game
But a truth came out the more I played.
And if this truth is really true
Then what might it mean for me and you?
If the Mayan cycle to One it just means
That the rest are too.
We’ll start with a Great date of understanding
The Winter solstice of the 12th upon ending
Will complete the days count of three colors
Red Green and Blue…....... 18.7.2 000
We have the same color in the minutes it’s true…
1300 days is a count of Red Green and Blue.
1300 days as minutes are a 18.7.2 000 Too.
And how do I know this you say?
I only know it in the English kind of way
But 18 = R, 7 = G, and 2 = B see
Which makes black when the zeros are three
Too, this includes them all.
The trick was a spin in the eyes
They said ‘add’ to my surprise… and so I did
Add sum, because it’s said and is so
That once in every seventy two you know
There is the movement of One. Degree.
It was a mystery to me and something unseen
Like the physical physics of godly thing.
“Golden showers” Albert kept saying
Don’t be a coward his dare kept teasing
Could it be true his mind kept pushing
He wants to finish what he thinks is worth knowing…
So what can you touch in 24 miles
If you’re faster then light but stop for smiles?
A kiss from the color of a mind called hOurs
7800 days are the exact same colors, and
18.7.2 000 are used the same ways
1872000 are the hours in 7800 days
Two cycles combine to show whats true
And it is inDEEd; what I can show to you
Because I’m not an ’...ist’... or a phd
But I sure can count, in geek.can.ease…

7800 + 1300 = 9100 Soo, I counted…

1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 91 oo… a lot.
...2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 90 o….. and became a square for it ;)

9100 / 20 = 455
9100 / 13 = 700

20×13 = 260 Tzolkin sacred number…
Because we walk on them (26 bones each foot)… all five of us.
... see… there IS one more… and then it’s new.n
:)


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lithium, Lithium

My torment contains their solution,
I never wanted your pollution.
Why must I force myself to decompose?
You're nothing but a thorn without the Rose.
How can they tell me, this is existence?
Why must you fight, my every resistance?
Don't you understand? I'm in love with my despair!
It is my reason for enduring, it is my light, it is my air.
I fear I cannot fight this war much longer.
Every day you grow strong and stronger.
Why is no one helping, can't anybody see?
Slowly, but surely, you're destroying me.
However, surrender, I never will.
This is one soldier you'll have to kill,
A life with you I refuse to share,
My only love, is my darling despair.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lets eras hate

Take my hand victims of hate don’t be afraid I’ll pull you up and away from this place Come with me into the night We will walk down lanes of soft moon light Come to me lonely souls Fight for your right to be heard Open your eyes sunshine Day light has casted a hazy glow Were not alone Others walk this hidden path as well Put down the knifes that carve your flesh Sew up the wounds that bleed and fester with loves string Take their hands Hold them tight Reassure the need to stay For we all fear the fall back into abandonment Cradle the young left on the streets Fill their hunger by staying with in arms reach Let us walk as one A line that reaches shore to shore For we are strong and loved When we remember are hand are linked as one Let your feet stomp down hate Your hart sing songs of strength Don’t let genocide harts think their forgotten Let them find sanctuary in are rebel arms For hatred has wounded and scared us all Take them up and sooth their fears Listen to their stories of war in time when it seems so unfair Do not weep alone my loves Let your tears falls on the shoulders of use that have healed some Rubbing your back to sooth cocking sobs We all must weep when things have become too much to bear For you are not alone nor week Even when others pass over you as if you’re unseen So to all my passer bys Bullies Racist And you that pray upon the “week” I can not hate that what you are But I will rebel agents that what you do For us who you hate and torment out number you One day you will feel the wrath of what hate can do And when you do………….. Even you may join are line For even you will cry Even you will feel alone Even you will one day want to die Perhaps you all ready do Perhaps now you see We all need love Love from and for each other We are all human Even you


Details | Senryu | |

Temptuous (6 little words/haiku)

Masculine scents,
his torso sighs - 

 

lust...


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Cure


Funny, every thing seems so distance.
When I walked toward the entrance.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
My mind going dizzy.
I feel so slow and so busy.
Talking makes it better so I did that all day.
Cooking the same way.
I felt so strained fully of different ideas, I think it's okay.
My body is not working it does not want to obey.
Shaking all over my body seems stressed.
I believe it needs to be addressed.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
My mouth seems dry.
I feel like I could cry.
The feeling of loneliness is making me ache.
Cooking again, so, it will be a cake.
I have been away so many years.
Doing things that I wanted, but it comes to this I have so much tears.
The fond memories of laughter.
Comes long ago, past tense, after.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
A walk that quickly disappeared.
A dream that suddenly just appeared.
I long last saw the light.
It just was burning with such delight.
A awakening that was lost years ago.
It really was a reminder so.
I raised my arms with gladness.
With beautiful sadness.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
The door opens with loud noise I hear.
The smell of coffee and laughter in my ear.
Walking through the door a passage way of time.
A free feeling that never felt so sublime.
Love and fear all at once just sunders me to smile.
The time I spent with my family felt that I could stay a while.
The feeling of love and hope is so pure.
This time with family is I think the cure.


Details | ABC | |

school

school  can  be  boring or  fun.most  kids  don't  like  school.but  some   kids 
do.you  may  get  frustrayted  or  even  sad  and  get mad.one  day you will  get  
it.so  never  give  up  and  always  go to  school. Me i love to go to school! Everybody should 
have fun and enjoy school because there's lots to learn about and have a great education!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Thought About How Short Life Really Is


Have You Thought About How Short Life Is? Have you thought about how short life really is? No one knows for sure how long they will live… Have you thought about the God who designed you? His wonderful creation daily surrounds you! Have you thought about how you'll spend your time? As each day, many thoughts go through your mind. Have you thought about the life you’ve been given? We’ve all sinned, but can totally be forgiven! Have you thought about the wisdom of God’s word? The truth of scripture needs to be heard! Have you thought about kneeling to God in prayer? He patiently waits… And is always there! God thought about you a long time ago… Through Christ’ death, he purchased your soul! God thought about you that day with Jesus’ death… Even beyond when Christ took his last breath! He thinks about you each day that passes by! He has a mansion prepared for you beyond the sky! Won’t you give to him your heart’s attention? He can turn your life into a Godly direction! The life that you have is here for a brief moment… Please accept God’s love and his precious atonement! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

CHANCES

Anger
Resentment
Unforgiveness
Tears of the soul

Ears of the heart
Listen to my heart
Open your soul
Embrace tomorrow

Arise dawn
let the dusk not conceal u
Shinning star
Wishing upon today
The sun will shine
Tomorrow will come
The Moon will give birth to my day


Details | Verse | |

Two Little Boys And One Tiny Bird

I am eight years old, my friend is ten,
the sky is billions and azure blue,
we are walking to St Bees and the beach, when,
suddenly a skylark soars piping his tune so true.
We watch and listen as the tiny bird,
in undulating flight trills his lovely song,
it is like nothing else that we have ever heard,
and he keeps singing for joy as we continue along
the narrow country lane down to the sea,
where all day we'll explore the rocky shore and weedy fronds,
knowing that there will doubtless be,
myriads of strange creatures in their salty ponds.

I am fifty seven, my friend is fifty nine,
his health is not so good, but he battles on,
myself, I am feeling mostly fine,
although the best years have now gone.
The sky is billions and a bit, and sometimes it is blue,
and as I drive along the still narrow lane
towards St Bees where skylarks once flew,
the only thing flying in the sky is a tiny silver plane,
and the only sounds come from engine noise, and BBC Radio Two.

Down on the beach the rocky pools and seaweed fronds,
all are clearly still there,
but there are not so many animals in their salty ponds,
did they just vanish into thin air?
Or is it perhaps that I can no longer see,
through these older, more tired eyes,
the same things I saw when I was young and free,
when with every day I would unwrap a new surprise?


Details | Epic | |

Not The Only One

Why does everyone tuck their tails and hide..
Accepting all of the Corporate Lies?

We’re all eating Genetically Modified Foods,
Simply because it tastes so good.
Hormone-pricked animals; Tortured and Slain..
No Living Creature should endure such Pain.

The Fact is that We are so behind
In the True Consciousness of our Minds.
This Entire Life is one big Illusion;
Yet We are being taught of Lies and Delusion.
It’s now time to Think of All including Yourself,
Go beyond your wants and Desires; Humankind needs our Help.
Judge for yourself- I’m weird and depressed..
But I Understand Altrue Knowledge- Unlike the Rest.

-Emma Lea Mills
02/08/2012


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lady Vice

That smell, there ain' quite nothin' like it.
Not an aroma on gods green earth so intoxicating,
it has taken me on a roller-coaster ride;
through love,
through hate,
heaven and hell,
past and present.
Toxic to every ounce of my being-
yet life without it does not exist, could not exist
-it infuses within me, setting the wheels of my mind
in motion.
It only takes a moment for all I know;
about right,
about wrong,
to dissolve into pure impulse.
There is faux euphoria inside us all.
The memories wash over me,
wave after wave they hit.
I am broken,
drowning amidst the stormy seas of nostalgia,
down the bottom of a bottle.
With every mouthful I sink deeper,
I'm being suffocated by the love of my life tonight,
and,
I'm loving every breathless second.


Details | Blank verse | |

Transparent Force

The transparent force that shelters me from those things
In which I do not believe,
Opening my mind’s eye to alternate dimensions, 
new worlds, and undiscovered mysteries,
That as of yet, I do not or cannot perceive.

Or perhaps, just perhaps,
It is that journey into the twilight,
That travels just beyond the unseen passages of a dream.
Madness Redefined

My anguish of consternation,
Invades the remaining mass of my weakened bones.
It is then, the reflections,
Of my mysterious illness,

Ignites me to madness of determination.
It is that moment, that I undergo the challenge of change.
For all that I touch, all that I taste, all that I believe,
Must now be redefined.


Details | Rhyme | |

Godliness With Contentment Is Of Great Gain

Are the riches in life what 
you wish to obtain?
"Godliness with contentment
 is of great gain."

Being content and Godly 
is often difficult to do.
With the constant plasures 
of life alluring you.

"How can one be content?" 
You may ask.
God will never require of you
 an impossible task.

A peace beyond understanding
 you will find.
When you begin to walk 
with a Christ-like mind.

The tresure of knowing Jesus 
will abide very well.
He gives  more joy than words could ever tell!

"Take this world but give me Jesus," 
will be your heart's cry.
All of your needs--God will supply!

True contentment comes from 
falling in love with him.
His grace is sufficient for what
 "feels empty within."

Don't be "held down" by 
things only temporary.
Enter God's haven of rest...  His sanctuary!

The joy of knowing Jesus will 
bring peace to your soul!
By allowing him to bring restoration 
and to make you whole!

By Jim Pemberton  
06/17/09


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom

Rise with strength, together, now,
For shining cure from what devours
Our health, our wealth, just what we need,
To, forward in our life, succeed.

Take a pledge and contribute
Not ever a drop to drink of beer,
Mind you, free yourself from cute,
What looks like, bar of smoke, and cheer!

Be a model, be a way,
Be healthy, happy, everyday!
No doubt, a crwod will come along,
And win frredom, unitedly strong!


Details | Free verse | |

Eden Return

Hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man.


Details | Haiku | |

Calm Before The Storm

The sea of troubles
Spewing frolic wrathings
Islanders compose


Details | Rhyme | |

Do We Take Our Life For Granted


Do We Take Life For Granted?

I believe that so often we take
our life “for granted.”
Thinking were on this earth
 and “forever planted…”

Scripture says our life is like “a spark in the sky.”
We’re here today...  Tomorrow we may die…

“Where your treasure is”…  “Your heart will also be!”
Have you thought about where you’ll spend eternity?

Everything we need…  God’ s given to us already…
When death knocks at your door.  
Will you be ready?

Your soul has been purchased.  Bought and paid!
The gift of eternal life has, 
through Christ, been made!

The breath that you breathe...  Each day you awake.
Please consider Jesus as your lord…  
Before it’s too late!

Each day we have is a gift from God above…
Another opportunity to be filled with HIS love!

Won’t you take the time to consider life eternal?
So your name can be added to heaven’s journal?

This wonderful life that’ God has given to us…
Why not allow God to come in, 
and give him your trust?

He can change and make you a new person throughout!
He is your creator and is 
what life is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

A Step Ahead of Death

Life like a movie,
Look at me,
Can’t you see?
Crazed mind,
Left behind,
Every memory,
You’re ahead of me,
Feeling ill,
A passing thrill,
Grips me up,
I’ll erupt,
This feeling in my head,
My eyes see red,
Can’t you comprehend?
My quickly nearing end,
Which direction?
No affection,
Head takes control,
Fell in the hole,
Deep is the dark,
Feeling stark,
I’ll never make the mark,
I’ve always wanted to,
Nothing new,
Thoughts creep,
Every one deep,
Distortion,
Eruption,
Rise up and flee,
You won’t turn into me,
Afflicted,
Addicted,
To my words,
I know you heard,
Understand,
Where I am,
Life is bleak,
For a freak,
There’s nothing left,
I’ll try my best,
Not to burst,
Turn for the worst,
Better myself,
Personal health,
Will to win,
Time to begin,
Moving forward,
Reach toward,
The right light,
So ---- bright,
I just might,
Find myself to be,
Beyond free,
Life with wings,
What goodness brings,
Do you see me now?
One big wow,
Feel the power of positive,
Let go of derogative,
Thoughts, Feelings, Wishes,
Beating hearts get kisses,
Don’t ever leave,
Always believe,
Every day,
A step ahead of death.


Details | Rhyme | |

Daddy's lil'Girl

Beautiful as the stone
You are my Jayde,
With a smile like sunshine 
Chasing all shade.
"Daddy's lil'Girl"
Yes you'll always be,
Every curly wild hair
Down to your tiny two feet.
A gift not just to me
You were given to the world,
But before all of that 
You're "Daddy's lil'Girl".

This poem was wrote for my daughter Jayde.


Details | Blank verse | |

I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


Details | I do not know? | |

My fortress inside.

The borders to my fortress stay closed,
The plague inside must be contained,
I killed the open for the threat they posed.
Starve the tricky to keep thoughts drained.
Hoarders stay free, for they keep me,
The obedient get combined for strength in numbers,
But the observant get blinded for the sights they see.
Multiple births get canceled throughout the summers.


This land will not fail, there is no option,
For used to be soon mother there is adoption.


My colony quickly  expanded as i matured,
Its dangerous to be free yet lost,
My path was finally found, no longer detoured .
And i will never stray again, no matter the cost.


Details | Lyric | |

Addicted-for Matt

You let this thing take a hold of you,  control of you
Dictating your actions like a puppet without strings
Taking you down the road of the weak
Unable to believe what yourself,speaks
Destroying your body from the inside out
Subconsciously making you scream, "Let me Out"!
Your a shining star on the verge of a disaster
Stop it before it gets what its after
Admitting the lies to the ones you love
The first step in becoming what you need to become
Seeking out the help you need to save your soul
is the bravest thing in this world,that i know
Your a shining star that needs to shine
Dont let it burn out
Stop it,Scream,
"Let me out!, Let me out!

To be a measure of a man
You gotta take a stand
Gotta take control
Gotta find the strength, on your own
Be that shining star
that i know you are
Gotta fight the fight
You gotta  right to your life
Keep fighting 
Fighting for your life............


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are these People Pt 1

who are these people?
where do they come from?
they are older than time can measure, sadly
hopeless and a hazard to others and themselves
unable to move their vessel body, physically handicapped
through years of wear and tear and genetic mutation,
......and their mind
seems to be corroded and rustic
likes plates of steel left out in a thousand thunder storms
i wonder
how these people got here
being so retarded, challenged, in-capacitated, unable
asking questions that a dumb blind drunken monkey could answer
just by looking at them I can feel the presence of cancer
they are dying
as flowers would do with only a moon
i talk with them, as the babble, and drool
and struggle to stand for more than 2 minutes
and struggle to walk across the room
to show me their new exercise to improve the demented motion they call a golf swing
i take a breath and listen, nod my head,
wishing that i gave a fluff, but i dont.....instead
id rather continue watching a documentary on the paleo-indians who survived through 
the ice age
that eventually became the native peoples of Canada.
2 more incoherent zombies walk through the door,
with looks on their face of confusion, and death
they step up on the treadmill huffing and panting
and ask me to set them up 
level one, for 3 minutes, 
im thinking in my head...you cant be serious.


Details | Rhyme | |

These Three Words I LOVE YOU

These Three Words… I was thinking of something God spoke to me the other day. It was powerful and almost “took my breath away…” These three words; “I love YOU!” Were clearly spoken… I didn’t know what to do. I felt worn out and broken… I cried and waited for something to change from within. This “voice” I heard… Would I hear it again??? I looked for a bible. Any one I could find … I had to seek an answer to settle my mind. I opened up to the book of John and began reading… I realized it was Jesus… That my life was needing... I read the first few chapters including John 3:16. About God’s love, which can make my heart clean I was so thankful and joy came deep inside. Bowing my head… I wept and cried. I was sorry for the many sins I had committed... Jesus forgave me… Now my sins are omitted! I’m so thankful for the gift of life I’ve received. When I came to Jesus and simply believed!!! I am drinking of the living water that never shall run dry. God has promised: “all of your needs. I shall supply! Thanks be to God! Glory and praise I shall give him! Won’t you give him a chance? He’s here to listen! He alone can do what no other power could ever do! The words he speaks to everyone are; “I LOVE YOU!” Listen to his words… It’s a heart-felt invitation… You too can receive his mercy and salvation! By Jim Pemberton 01/28/11


Details | Haiku | |

Days and nights and the universe

Days and nights and the universe 
I
The musty monsoon 
insects with swelled bellies
soggy paper boats.
II
Curiosity 
a black feathered bird peeps in,
there is no return.
III
Close the eyes, its night.
A bat has taken a bite; 
the fruit rolls away. 
IV
The desolate rails.
Millions of butterflies, 
they reign the wild shrubs.
V
Crystallized water, 
this rock has witnessed years,
a fly has more eyes.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Haiku | |

Negative Ions

Deep within forest
Negative ions restores
All from waterfall


Details | Rhyme | |

Freedom

We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?


We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  


Details | I do not know? | |

Gone, Going, Back Again

The problem arose
Last mid-december
I became incredibly ill,
But the illness was different
I was a handicap
In the epitome of hell
My mind was swollen,
It seemed like no one understood
My loved ones cried,
And I didn't know why,
Because I was perfectly fine, 
Beside the temporary retardation
It was one of those pity parties
When you begin to believe
That you're the only one of your kind

The first steps to the answers,
Involved the small pills
Once, I took them,
Handicappness vanished
Side effects were horrible
But something I put up with
Then came the chemicals
Injected into me, it was terrible
But it could've been worse
Soon, I was done with the chemicals
And the small pills.

My close friends know, 
They are accepting and supportive,
They don't judge,
They like me for who I am,
They make me feel like one of them
And I couldn't ask for more
The scars still remain,
But they helped me almost forget them
They gave me one of the most incredible gifts in the world

The gift they gave me, 
Was the ability,
To not judge,
Never hold a grudge,
To always accept,
And to never let,
Yourself think,
You're on the brink,
And when you're in a whirl,
It's not the end of the world~


Details | Rhyme | |

Fiction

What beliefs within that do you define
the adversary's lies or Gods Truth divine
like a child absorbed what you've been taught
have you examined the things that are thought

In the stronghold of your heart and mind
the vast majority of information you will find
is designed to impair accurate thinking
because six thousand years of deceit are drinking

The Word of Truth is made for our correction
to tear down the the entanglements of defection
to expose corruption and self deception
the barriers and veil to the Father connection

People believe in angels but seem to forget
that the armies of Lucifer are still here yet
a deceiver and lies are his pathways
to deaden hearts where clouded thinking stays

Is the easter bunny a truth or lie
and when children grow up and do ask why
in the Truth of God they haven't believed
because like a fairy tale it is received

Just another story as it's understood
like the fables to show evil and good
that the outcome and end can't be serious
because they believe the Truth is mysterious

The paths of Truth lay within simplicity
and it's clarity does overcome lies duplicity
Gods Kingdoms children and such like ones
speak a single Truth not Babylon's tongues

Like the fiction of fairy tales lies reside
in religious doctrine whitewashed graves hide
by pomp and pageantry Jesus teaching denied
and the indoctrination of demons Gods Word belied

Fiction upon fiction are children fed
so like those tales Gods Truth made dead
why take it seriously when one is grown
all stories end happily in heaven is shown

What is important is what they get now
for death doesn't exist for eternal soul anyhow
Beliel and Satan and prophetic prediction
they can just chalk it up as another fiction

One cannot teach lies and be a spiritual Jew
by teaching of Jesus can only speak what is True
to be a Son of God with all lies must brake
for Holy Spirit must heart and mind remake

The Word of God should affect all reason
and clean out all thoughts that to God are treason
Jesus may have died to save all from sin
but that won't help if not reborn within

Behold I am coming quickly says He that is True
to cleanse the earth and make all things new
broad the path to destruction those chosen few
they have believed Gods Word and whats holy renew

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Free verse | |

Leaving

I hate it
Knowing you might not stay
It's eating your 
Life away
Sucking you up
Like a black whole
Taking in everyone you know.
I hate it
Living on
Wondering,
If you'll be gone
God has made his choice,
We cannot share,
what this cancer is,
because I do not know
If you can stay


Details | Tetractys | |

Scared with MS

Scared
with fear
not knowing
how I’ll feel
but I look so good, many people say.

They do not realize, the pain I hide
and how lucky
they should be
for their
health.


Details | Narrative | |

My Battle

I was broken and bloody My soul was torn asunder,So death came for me.He thought it would be easy I thought I was done. But when he reached out to take my soul My spirit which was fading fast found its last ounce of strength and began to glow with an amazing power. So a battle began a battle for my soul. My tattered body then feel into a coma to try and save the last bit of its self.The battle raged within me for a full day. Somehow my spirit weak and faded managed to give death all and more then it could take. The battle ended and I awoke....alive the victor. So the question I ask the world is "If I still won the battle that weak and tired. What is there that I can't do if given the time to heal?"


Details | I do not know? | |

Cigarette Sarcasm

Lets go spit smoke from between our worn lips
wouldnt it be fun to rott our lungs together?
feel the rat poison, the cancerious **** buring our throughts?
how about the smell of that delicious nicotine?
isnt it delightful how we can ruin our lives?
so nice we can kill our selves this way
you know...
slowley? painfully? sinfully?
oh! and i love how everyone hates us now
but its okay cuz we have these emphizema on a sticks
we dont need anyone else, everyone else is just too smart..
oh and the best part, we cant live without it now.
ahh, great life huh?

*=changed because you cant put profanity on here..sadly.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lifter

Was it self mutilation or lack of self of control,
That catalyzed my desperation to seperate my skin from soul.
I walk alone on this sphere, broken by love rebuilt by fear,
I scream against the wind but there is no one here.
I'm seeing red fading into black,
My full potential I've been holding back.
The devil left me in this desert to die alone,
In search for wisdom I will find my way back home.
As I will do my best to seek You out,
No compass wheel just my will and ground.
With my imagination watch me win their hearts,
With Your inspiration watch me win their thoughts.
But my enemy is cunning he sends his dogs to watch,
I count my blessing and they remind me of my have nots.
It seems the more I breathe its just the more I bleed,
But I won't let them break my souls sovereignty.
My vision is forward and my foot steps are secure,
But how much tribulation must one man endure.
On my quest for hope I stumble upon swollen eyes,
Lord have I not lived long enough to feel alive.
Author of my life, the highest mountain that I'm belayed,
Fill these pages with more than just my numbered days.
So when I find peace and my eyes fall down like rain,
Please let me stay and rest 
In Your Holiness...


Details | Rhyme | |

I Beg You

When I heard you were in the hospital
it all became so clear.
I better take advantage of the time 
while you are here.

We need to see eachother
and find a common ground.
It's taken over twenty years
for you to come around.

We've wasted our whole lifetime
There's so much we don't know.
I doubt you know my favorite song
or favorite t.v. show.

You say you've quit the smoking.
I fear it will not last.
If you don't take this seriously
You'll just repeat the past.

I'm begging you sincerely.
You say you'll be my mother.
To do this may take all you have.
Unlike you, I have no other.

You have two other daughters
To step into my place.
You are my only mother
and you cannot be replaced. 


Details | Rhyme | |

The broken road, A ribbon of pink

You walk a path
Only some will know
A stranger's hand
You learn to hold
A fight you face
But you're not alone
While you stumble down a broken road

You keep your head
Up to the sky
As though you see 
For the first time
A blue that never caught your eye
Or morning grass that smells so sweet
Then staring at the evening sky
That leaves you with a breathless sigh

And wonder what is meant to be
Why walls are placed in front of me,
Am I here to learn or teach,
The hands I take
Or those that reach
With open arms 
For strength and hope
While walking down the broken road
With faces , who all share their dreams
See colors some will never know
The bluest sky, a field of green
A simple bow, a ribbon of pink
Worn among the strong and weak
With courage ,grace and tears that flow
They leave behind the broken road

Kevin D. Fix



Details | Free verse | |

Last and passed

A year is closed
 It is called, last
 Yet it didn't last
 A reminder to those
 Who traversed
 under rough weather,
 that those do pass.

May you know how much God loves you!

My sincere wishes to all for a very happy, healthy and extraordinary New Year 2012 to you and yours! God bless!

CarolineCecile - 01/01/2012!


Details | Rhyme | |

Aging Intervention

 The beauty and the age

All women engage 

To age gracefully

Drink water, stay active and moisturize your skin faithfully

Eat a well balanced diet with fruits and vegetables tenaciously

Enjoy life to the fullest shamelessly

Too much tension can ruin your appearance mistakenly

Just like the sun so, block it

Take care of your locks or cut it or lock it

Exercise your brain with a puzzle or a memorizing game

This is a verse form for aging intervention proclaimed

A multivitamin is even better to maintain


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Don't Worry Baby

my life's tolls had unfold
was thirty eight or so

had to make some life's decisions
with fine tuned perssions

whether to keep this unborn child
or abort it and carry burden for a long while

was ready to tell the world the news
father was not happy and left my heart feeling blue

first words right out his mouth abort or we were through
twenty years given what was I suppose to do

even with my stomach illness I did not come unglue
I knew she was heaven sent and odds were going to be few

I was catholic and I just could not do
So I chose the latter and now me and the father are through

For theres no feeling in the world like holding your baby so brand new
And watching her grow into a young lady and having a family too



Tribute To My
Jenny Rose
Mama Loves You Peanut



Inspired By
Michael Jordan's Contest
Lets Get Untwisted











Details | Rhyme | |

HIS LOVE for YOUR Pain


His Love For Your Pain... "It's hard to see someone I love go through so much pain." Were the words I heard that night I called on Jesus' name. "This person whom I love, has gone through so much." "How I wish to bring my peace and healing touch." I cried and wept, as I heard the master's voice. His gift of love is for all of us... It's our choice! His body was broken... A sacrifice was made. His life for our sorrow and pain, is what he gave. His grace is more than sufficient for the pain we endure. His love and commitment to you, is true and secure. He loves you so much. He waits at your heart's door. He gives peace and comfort. And so much more! The pain and suffering you're going through today. Please listen to the words Christ has to say. "I am El-Shadaii." "Jehovah-Jireh." "Your very best friend." "My love and devotion to you will never, never end." By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

WHY Am I Here



Details | Free verse | |

The death rattle of Jackson Haley

His heart gave a leap of joy,
scrambling up over a wall of memories,
as the leaves quivered in front of him.
On Monday the children were playing at soldiers.
On Tuesday he was playing fast and loose with a girl's affections.
I forgot to give childhood to him and the coat sit badly across the shoulders.
A heart overflowing with gratitude,he was a good man,
came of a good family.
Thinking of grievous loss and bewailing, Jack Haley woke up.
Gale force winds and the boat of souls tossed about on the stormy sea,
a joke and a racking headache of a thousand why.
Silence reigned everywhere at 6.30 in the morning.
He is a law unto himself now as 5 dollars in his pocket suddenly
disappeared.
He never sold himself to the enemy and lights turned on.

He looked at his son with pride,fingered the tie of reputation,
stammered out a few words and then stopped.
Just stopped.


Details | Haiku | |

Fresh Air of Autumn

Fresh air of Autumn
Crisp wind blows colorful leaves
Spirits elevated


Details | Ballad | |

HE and his ART

Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art
=====
Sympathy struck my soul within the Watts Towers
One man, broken, lost
Gave other broken pieces of life another chance to shine
With beauty and grace
Close to his heart
Close to god

Before his hand came down
They were just figures fallen
Pieces hitting
Rock pavement bottom

These objects, that once served propose
Once had value
No longer desired

Used and abused
Broken souls
Left to corrode

Do you know what it feels like to be alone in fear
In shame with no hope
Can’t look in the mirror

Thought to no longer have purpose,
On this earth
To no longer have beauty
To no longer, have worth

Rebirth

Sees art on the ground
His Hand comes down
A man, once broken and scared
A suffering alcoholic with a second chance at life
His heart and soul he bares 

Perhaps it was sympathy,
He felt that day
When he started to create, a place of hope
The skills to cope 
For the pieces left to waste away

Each broken object, each piece of junk
He gave a gift of serenity
To shine and glimmer
To live beautifully,
In company 
Sublime and serene
Achieved

Surrounded by like others,
Once pieces left behind 
Alone, you seek cover
Together, in time

Is strength, and beauty
A vision of unity
A collective propose
Of vision and purity

What new perspective, from the inside to out 
Changes on the faces of the people about 
Seeing the junk, as a ship not sunk

In the shape of hope
And inspiration, a dream
Where we can go and where we have been

Reflect on this now
Of those who never saw
What the man’s vision was
Love, real and raw
In those broken pieces

With his signature, his heart
Left in different formations
Bottle and plates
Imagination
=====
Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art



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Demon in my closet

There's a demon in my closest that will not go away.
He speaks to me quite often and says he's going to stay.
He questions all my thinking and makes me change my mind.
He turns my thoughts from positive to quite a different kind.

The demon in my closet I think has sprouted wings.
For even when I'm away from home he wants to do bad things.
The things he wants are devious and never for the good
He darkens moods and consciousness. He'd take over if he could.

The demon in my closet lives on from darker days
He used to have more power within my bitter drunken haze
His taunting of my effort to be a better man
Tries confusing all my thinking in every way he can.

I will always fight the demon. He will never conquer me
How the battle ends is still quite hard to see
But light wins over darkness I think that is always so
This demon in my closet one day I’ll force to go.



Charlie Milne


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Bookending Part Two:

To reach deep inside of you and feel your heart beating in my grasp
To hold your fragile heart in my hands and cradle it 
With such tenderness and care like a newborn
To keep it safe from harm and let it grow again
To hold it tenderly and wash it clean with my tears of love and joy 
Wash away all of the taints placed upon it before me

To mend the broken areas
To feel it beating stronger with every touch of my love
To feel it begin to warm in response to my touch
Feeling the warmth radiate from within
And bathe in the glorious waves of love pouring from it
To bask in the glow of you and your love

To let my tears flow because they don’t belong here anymore

Washing away all of the previous hurt we’ve had to endure

To lie washed up on the sunkissed shore of loves sweet paradise:

Love 'N' Laughter CLiPiCs


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I Got Dough {Solfege}

Do -  do   -        a female la beer
Re -  re    -        a drop of re beer
Mi  -  mi             without my mi beer  
Fa-    fa -           place to drive to get ti beer
So  -  so   -        you ran out of mi beer
La   -  la   -         la de da la de da I'll wait for la beer
Ti  -    ti    -        spilt spilt ti beer so no more more of la beer

Do - Do              Do la la think I'm sexy after about six six so beers  LOL 








Got Beer !
Over The Lips Thru The Gums
Look-out Stomach Here It Comes LOL

Also Entry For Izzy Gumbo's Solfege Contest


Details | Couplet | |

My Shame

I tasted the breath of death, just the other day
Please bow your heads with me, let us all pray

There was the darkness all curled up in my mind
Looking for something that was not there to find

There was no shame; no guilt there was no reason to lie
I answered each question, about the how and the why

I ask about my wife, my daughter and even my Doctor to
I couldn’t believe I had overdosed; after all I have been through

My wife talked with my Doctor who gave me a hug and a grin
Scared to death that I was about to lose one of my dearest friends 

He said, “Mike that is the number one thing that I love about you”
You ask about how all of us are feeling, with your heart so true

Mike You’re the one table, you’re the one you just about died
Yet it is for each one of us, all of those tears you have cried

Mike look at all the people that are concerned about you
It’s because you have learned how to be truer than true

I bet this little story will be written for the whole world to see
With no shame in your game, guess what just happened to me?

Mike that’s why this whole town loves the person you are
When it comes to the cold hard truth, you shine like a star 

Where most people would be running off someplace to hide
You’ll tell the truth to the world with the Lord at your side

Somebody mentioned the 12-step program and yes I do attend
Though these days everything I do depends on the pain I am in

I created many games in Prison to test ones threshold of pain
Most folk would agree mine sits on the border of totally insane

My nerves have been crushed, cut and broken almost broke into
Which happened to the cartilage in my knee and a ligament or two  

Through it all I’ve helped everyone I can, I have refused to stop
When it comes to my spiritual mountain I’m driven to reach the top

But ever since I overdosed that day, I am on a journey of rest
See the Lord will go to every extreme so we will learn his test

This poem is a beautiful story that keeps running though my mind
Though I reckon I should end it now that there is no more to find

Everyday is a miracle in a single breath our lives can be taken away
Tell the ones that you love I love you, and take time with them to pray

As for me I reckon that I make my mistakes I’m just a part of the game
That little part with a great big heart sharing every last drop of my shame


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Yourself

Love your face
It is your expression
Love your body
It is your impression

Love your touch
It is your light
Love your eyes
It is your sight

Love your mind
It is your emotion
Love your lips
It is your devotion

Love your heart
It is your feelings
Love yourself
It is your everything


Details | Free verse | |

A second chance

What it must be like inside your head,

To come to a decision that you are better off dead.

To think that there's nowhere life to turn,

A peaceful life is all that you yearn.

Convinced that talking to family and friends,

Will only make matters worse in the end.

They don't need to hear your problems,

You think they've got their own.

But if only you had known.

They are there with you through thick and thin

Family since your life did begin.

They have picked you up when you have fell,

So give them the chance now and your problems do tell.

There is much more to life than just this way,

So please convince your head that you want to live another day.
copyright(c) Susan Logan 2012.


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MyTreeAndI

By dusk, the day will take its toll
I unwind with my daily stroll
And every day my eyes behold 
A tree, upon a mound. 

I see his life how he would see
We keep eachother company
Together, just my tree and me
And noone else around.

We laugh and sing and dance and play
And quickly waste the sun away
And soon its light that lights the day
Is nowhere to be found.

And now it seems I cannot see
I’m stuck here, fading, with my tree
Embraced, my mind becomes the leaves
My soul becomes the ground.


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Teenaged Cancer

Sometimes I feel, 
that life is not real.

Sometimes I feel so fake,
like I could use a stake,
to hurt myself but I won't.

Sometimes I feel so happy,
but feel so flappy,
My lips are chappy.

As I turned away i looked in the mirror,
I seen no hair, in the hospital sitting by,
me is my mom.

I started to cry,
Oh how i couldn't try to eat,
I didnt know what was going on,
A doctor comes in and tells me how it was going to happen,
All of a sudden i close my eyes,
and i have seen heaven.

God has still not answered my question,
for there i knew i have got to heaven.
THere sat a gold chair,
with a man sitting in it,
For that man who died for me so i could be free from my teenaged cancer.


Details | I do not know? | |

Steal The Show

Powerful electric bolts
Steal the show
That is displayed 
By the storm clouds

Clouds covering the sun
Giving off  brown and black color
With a yellow glow on the edge
A golden yellow in the center

Miles and miles of wheat
Growing on the prairie
Rain  God's gift
Lightening bringing nitrogen

Two need elements
For the wheat's health
Let us be like the lightening
Bringing life and nourishment

Needed elements to the earth
To help make people whole
Seeing God in us and his power
Like the lightening's display


Details | Monorhyme | |

Just One Good Deed

Do one good deed this year
Bring out joy, and good cheer.
Make it loving and sincere.
Voice it loud and clear.
Sympathize with everyone here.
Forward it all over the sphere.
Spread love outward, not just near.
Don’t let the pace alter or veer.
Let Gods’ true vision appear.
Lend your knowledge in revere.
Let his word be ultimate premier.
Love life real; keep it dear.
There is nothing in life to fear.
Not even death, if you really cohere.
Yours, mine, existence never unclear,
Don‘t just sit around on your rear.
Do good deeds, it will spread to a peer.


Written for

Sponsor Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 
Contest Name Good Deeds 


Details | Rhyme | |

I Can't Break This Habit Lord Help Me

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”

I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!

The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…

I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…

I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!

I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.

“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”

By Jim Pemberton 
  02/05/11


Details | Kyrielle | |

One Adventure after Two---

Ah…..to spend one’s time wishing
with only ifs and turned down lips
no gift already given being enough
perhaps if in such disregard I lay
for wish for SERENITY is what I’d pray

Ah…to spend one’s time a wishing
and not to see the sky,
the majesty of baby smiles, the turning of the tides;
if they were not enough for me, which of course they are
and I went a wishing, wishing on a star,
perhaps, if into such disregard, I’d strayed
I’d hitch my hopes upon CONTENTMENT
with the hand I had been played.

Ah…..to spend one’s time in wishing
I’d not waste a cue. I’d satisfy all longing
with one ADVENTURE after two!
To live this life the fullness, this life I’d not decry
by spending time in pipe dreams
and staring into I.


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Jesus Gave To Me What Drugs Could Never Give

There was a time when I felt so lonely and forsaken.
Everything I had was either gone or taken. 

I lost all hope and had no place to stay.
Just trying to get through another day.
I thought that drugs would give me what I needed.
The “danger signs” in life, I no longer heeded.

I soon learned about “joints” and “tricks.”
All I lived for, was to get “another fix.”
I felt no right or wrong, no guilt or shame.
Then one night an “angel of mercy”  called my name. 
“Jesus loves you” were whispered
into my ear. 
Without help-I knew—death was so near!

This “angel” gave me a place to rest my head.
He seen that I was clothed, bathed, and fed.
His words were filled with a message of hope.

I soon gave up all of my drugs and dope.
This “angel of God” gave me an invitation.
And soon I received God's wonderful salvation. 
I traded my “ashes”for God's mercy and grace.

I now have joy in my heart & a smile on my face.
God's love can do what no drugs could ever do!
He's here right now... He is waiting for YOU!!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


Details | Ballad | |

The Blessings Of Another Day

 

THE BLESSINGS OF ANOTHER DAY

Thank you Lord for waking me up, and starting me on my way.
For health, food and shelter, clothed in my right mind,
The blessings of another day.
You watched over me as I slumbered and slept,
Kept hurt harm and danger away.
Thank you Lord, as I praise your name
For the blessings of another day.
You bid my moments a while longer to roll on
Through your tender mercies and grace.
You gave me patience power and strength to run this Christian race.
‘Tis not by my goodness or much that I’ve done 
That granted me these good deeds.
But by your compassion and faithfulness,
And your promise to supply all my needs.
So I thank you Lord for loving kindness and care, 
And the joy you sent my way.
But most of all I express gratitude
For The Blessings Of Another Day 




Details | Haiku | |

Healthy Choices

Water and smoothies
Vegetables lean meats
Frequent small portions


Details | Free verse | |

101 reasons and ways to quit

I use to quit the pain and hurting
To be normal and belong
to feel as though i understand myself
to escape
and yet its a cycle of more problems
feeding the beast of addiction
no one ever writes about the reasons to quit or how

just the pain
never the great feeling of the accomplishment of the satisfaction
of stopping
always hurry up to wait
but what about
the feeling of not lighting that cigarette
sure you cried for a fix
but you didnt cave in
and everyone patted you on the back
and you did it yourself
something no one else could
and its a mountain of achievement
thats why they call hard rock climbing
no safe footsteps
when you feel you have no real friends
and your cheating your own life
for death

101 ways to quit
101 reasons to live
101 ways to start again
it doesnt take 100
it takes 1
just one
even if you are a hippocrit to yourself at first
build on that and never give in

i may never know the pain of losing my only child
i may never know the heartache of many apples and oranges
and the pity parties masquerading as celebratory doctarates we all throw in 
addiction
but the pain of needing and wanting
of being an addict

the treasure of overcoming is something to notice
when we just say no

Just for today
for tomorrow
to get back to how it was yesterday
the person i was before everything changed and i made that mistake
eventually i will find my strength
101 reasons to save myself
101 reasons to quit this drug or addiction
when 1 is all it takes

and so what if everyday that reason changes or stays the same
so what if its selfless or selfish
its for me
i choose to be sober and no go down the road of temptation
where i know many have been led astray
and the doors ive knocked already


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A Madly Aunt Tail

 (For all those loved Alzheimer's victims.  For my dear Aunt Zela and my own 
incredible mother and for me.)

Two blind trailing stockings dear 
and mismatched earings in your ears
Fire up the blinchiki as we belong to purity
Never lose your necklace key or try to play on sympathy
But always wear your underwear
and never steal and never swear.
Dress me as a bumble bee
Cause I love you and you love me.
The rest of them can fall for free
as cherries from a cherry tree.
Will you won't you please remember
Don't wear shorts it is December
Don't put on two pairs of stockings
just to go out wandering walking
Don't wear one on one leg dangling
and leave the other sadly hanging
Don't you cry or suffer loudly
You've lost your mind but not your body.
Don't forget I love you so and no one here could ever know
Once you've broken in my heart
We're one and one-we never part.
So rest it easy now my dear and never cry and never fear.   
I love you and you love me and that's the way it'll always be


Details | I do not know? | |

The Fight

The Fight


I fight with you daily
Taking pill after pill
Wondering if you will ever finally kill
Then I realize; you already have

You’ve killed my body
You’ve killed my mind
You’ve killed my ambitions, hopes and dreams

But I keep on fighting you
In hopes that you won’t kill my soul
Although you are close

You’ve stopped me from life
You’ve stopped me from having kids
You’ve stopped me from going out,
Having fun 
You’ve even stopped me from caring…
About what you ask?
About my mind, my body and my life

You are nothing but trouble
Everyday that you strike
You come out of nowhere 
Causing me to cry
Causing me to fight
Causing me to want to die

Who would do such a thing?
Who would cause so much pain?
Who would follow me around?
Destroying my life?

Who would do such a thing?
Endometriosis is who!


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Give Up - For all those touched by Cancer

We've all watched someone we love an adore, battle with all their might
Holding onto love and grasping at hope to try and win their fight.
They can not find reason, the questions abound and nothing at all makes sense
But still they struggle and try as they might, they will never give up their defence
Some they are lucky, remission sets in and the tears that they cry become hope
But others will battle till weakness sets in and they have lost all ability to cope
The families, the friends all those that survive vow never to give up the fight
To find a cure for all those that are touched by Cancer's dangerous plight
No matter your age, gender or race, we can all come together as one
We can do whatever is needed of us until the battle is won.
Copyright - Written by Sarndra Schoenmaker on 3/7/09


Details | Senryu | |

' Thankful ...' 41st Senryu

Thankful, For Earth-Love …
  Life … Also Family Of …
   So … All The Above


Details | Quintain (English) | |

SEEING A BLESSING IN EVERYTHING

Being thankful is not enough
for all the gifts received,
we must be that guiding light
which will show lost souls
their way back to hope, serenity, faith and love.


Being blessed is not realized
until our cups run over and rain 
is pushed back by the strongest wind,
making desperation vanish
as evil and darkness suddenly succumbs to sunlight.   


Being full with no desire left,
makes life worthless and monotonous;
we need thrill and excitement
to make sad faces smile by being generous...
holding on material things is egotistic and foolish.  


Being compassionate as our Father is
can inspire many hearts to turn to Him 
and make them holy as faithful angels are,
then all those diseases that caused pain will be wiped out;
sickness will certainly be replaced by vibrant and good health.


Details | I do not know? | |

Just One

Just one look can change the way you feel
Just one smile can change the way you think
Just one word can change the way you live
Just one song can change your view on life
Just one person can change the way you work
Just one move can change the way you groove.

With just one look there will be one less lonely person
With just one smile there will be one less grumpy man
With just one word your world will change on child's life
With just one song there will be one more cheer girl
With just one person  there will be a new world order
With just one move there will be a a lot less heavy people

Just one dollar can save a life
Just one good deed can give some faith
Just one talk with an elderly
Can let them see, their not alone
Just one laugh with a little kid
Can show them that, theirs happiness
Just one hug to the homeless 
Can show then that there is love

Wouldn't these little things i pointed out
Make you want to be Just one.
That one person to change a life
All we need is one.

Just One!






Details | Light Poetry | |

New Life

Strange the feeling is new found life, after being close to the blackness where there is no 
strife. 

Living through an episode gives one more trust, of better things in spirit a destiny to come. 

Sailing a ship raising a black sail, unknown is the journey before lifting the veil. 

A feeling of death being so far under, but dreams of freedom to come from strength of what 
one can wonder.
 
Left with a thought of an oncoming terror of what was to be, captured a brilliance that was 
shown unto thee.
 
Sailing a new ship with a bright new sail and a broadening horizon through a vision of mind 
entailed.
 
Mature decisive posted ordered and defined, obstacles what are for most painful through 
time. 

They come and they go, as life’s needs flow, given the right method to life as we know.
 
Given a gift of psychological amends, good things all around the bounty has no end. 

Concentration drawn to a narrow focus a visible path shown to many but never spoken.
 
Eyes tell a story from old to young from the pain of rapture etched and engraved in the mind 
of the master.
 
Feeding off will to live strong hearts beat faster, praying only to one master? 






							
James C Bryant Jr.
								    
May 19, 2003 


Details | Rhyme | |

DIALYZE ME

When I was diagnosed with end stage renal disease.
Trust me I was not pleased.
I was looking for someone to blame.
I took this so serious because I knew that this was not a game.
I had to change my lifestyle.
For months on my face there was not that familiar smile.
I let myself get depressed.
Right away came stress.
It is so amazing to see the blood leaving your body so quickly.
I felt every organ in my body feeling so guilty.
Almost every day I get so drained.
Inside your body it is a appalling nagging pain.
While being dialyzed.
Your whole body feels so paralyzed.
You are so tired you can only dream and sleep.
That sleep at times is so deep.
Then your body gets so bone chilling cold.
All of a sudden your hands or feet cramp so bad that they cannot bend or fold.
After a while on the machine you get so weak.
Now after four hours I just want to go eat.
As soon as I’m done I give thanks to Jesus.
In Jesus name I do have faith and trust.

I know God will not give me anything I can't handle.  I just wish that He didn't trust me
so much.  ~Mother Teresa


Details | Free verse | |

A Miracle Today

Each new day has a new chapter to complete.


It is a miracle each new day,
the sun rising to greet the
human race a miracle on
the rise.

A miracle the time keeps ticking
by us 24 hours a day.
New Birth and death of old a
miracle to unfold.

Joy of our family, a table to
share the days events
a miracle.

Greet each moment of life
not expecting a miracle
for your life is a miracle.


Details | Alliteration | |

House To House

House to house 
A passing, admiring scent

Hold me...we'll pass 
House to house 
You are still apart of me

Hold your horses
Fight the tears
Wipe them away until everything
Clears

House to house
Passing by torment
Do you know the hint?

When time runs out
I wait till some sun
Peaks in this forbidden forest
Tormented by breaking summers

Drenched...on no one's side
Just stay near...beside...abide
We'll stay house to house

Excited by curiosity 
There will be a house for us
At last

A key to joy 
Let us go...explore this terrain 

We'll have a roof
To push aside the rain
To clear our years away

We are definitely here to stay 

House to house
Torment to joy
We are invited
To stay here forever 

At last

Without no guilt
There is no way
That I'm moving
No more

This desire
Ruins me to the core

I'm sure
At last
With my lady friend
And began to tend 
Our wanted life
Without 
Passing 
House to house 
Dealing with passing 
To and fro by searching
House to house 

At last!


Details | Bio | |

Talking With Ana

I have this friend, no scratch that, I USED to have this friend.
I first met her when I was 14.
She was cool. She made me feel strong, beautiful, powerful;
She made me feel like I was in control.
Funny how I thought I could control HER.
When I was with her, I felt invincible.
She gave off the impression that I could always control her, 
And it felt good. 
We were best friends, did everything together...
Except eat. We never really did that together. 
Sometimes we fought.
The fights usually lasted a few months, maybe longer.
During those fights, we didn't do anything together. 
Thinking back now, those were amazing times. 
I'm now 18, and I haven't talked to her for about 5 months. 
We had the biggest fight shortly after I started college.
The fight happened because I came to some realizations;
I was never truly in control of her. 
She made me think that, but, SHE was in control of ME.
She didn't make me strong or powerful; instead I was weak and hopeless.
Like I said, I don't talk to her anymore, but
I can still feel her, hear her calling my name. 
Crazier yet, a lot of people know her. 
Some are still under her control, but others broke free.
My advice to them is to get out, get help, talk to someone. 
When she is gone, you'll never miss her. 
I don't, and it's been 5 months since I've talked with 
ANA. 

written about my battle with anorexia.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rejuvenation

A new breath of life
Something so new and fresh
A new outlook on life
Given that much needed second chance.

Energetic and so very much alive
Like the birth of a new little baby
Eager to live and learn
With a new breath of fresh air.

No longer choking and dying
My life now vivid and clear
No more sleepless nights and crying
No longer smuggled by that depressing life
Finally free with a new destiny.

A new chance to live life to its fullest
An experience from a whole different perspective
Like a bright and beautiful summer day
Where the kids run wild, have fun, and play.

A rejuvenating second chance to live my life
No longer kidnapped by that depressing life
I'm finally free;
Another chance,
Another destiny,
To live and be a brand new me.


Details | Rhyme | |

MIRRORS

Does it reflect a false perception 
Its reflection can be a weapon 
Look closer what do you see? 
To yourself are you being true
The image you see is God’s art work at it’s best
You just don’t understand that you are so blessed
People want to change what reflects their true identity
Now when they do make that change they just created the enemy
To me it is really a pride thing or a jealous alter ego
But ask yourself when you look in the mirror to see who is in control
We human beings are never satisfied 
No matter how much we try
So much for so little
I bet you want mines too even what is in the middle
I call it identity theft
Or larceny of God’s gift
Just look around you everyone seems insecure
To alter your appearance to please others is immature
“Mirror on the wall tell me what you see?”
I see so many people not pleased with God’s temple (the body)
 
1 Corinthian. 6:19-20  "Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy 
Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; 
you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body,"


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Do you see what I see

The reason are of not mine,
like a creaking vine.
I start to whine,
because I'm separated from this day and time.
You have placed yourself up high,
like clouds drifting by.
You never look down to notice me sigh,
cause if you did you would begin to cry.
The reasons are of not mine.
In a wonderful world, I wonder why.
Holding on, but my strength is almost gone,
what day and time am I from.
Why is it so hard for me to carry on
While creeping and clinging to every thorn,
your steadily rising higher as the day gets going.
One on one, it can never be;
fore your structure is totally different from me. 


Details | Free verse | |

Aurora Borealis

The sunrises like the aurora borealis this morning
With the morning star still glowing brightly
Crickets calling for their mates to come
Noise of man already begun

The air is cool with a crispness
Inviting one to stay on the porch
Taking in all God's awaking of the earth
A few whispy ink black clouds grace the sky

Breathing deeply enjoying the oxygen supplied
My body by God who created the earth
Birds begin to sing God's praises
One lone bird flying high in the darkness

He is just a shadow flying by
To grace my morning on the porch
He must be the early bird that gets the worm
There is a stillness but yet a can feel the air move

As the sun comes slowly up the morning star fades
Gradually disappearing from sight 
Yet it is still there its brillance hidden by the sun
Each tree shadow takes on a different shape

The colors in the sky constantly changes
Just like our lives, no matter how well planned
Life happens and changes occur for good or bad
With mountain top experiences or down in the valley

God is always there but sometimes
We walk off and leave him
He weeps as we turn our back to go
Thank you God for this time 

My time on the porch


Details | Narrative | |

The Waffle House Way!

Customers are like bouquets of flowers passing through our twenty-four hours.
Breakfast, lunch, or dinner all 365 calendar days guaranteed for a full twenty-four seven.
“Hello Sir”! Welcome to Waffle House America’s favorite place to eat!
Some say we are the closest thing next to God's Great Heaven!
We have a confusing language of our own, the blabbering towers of the real “April Showers”
Service with a smile that has walked the many hard-earned extra tenths of miles,
Nothing computerized with files, just organized by our own genuine unique styles.
Waitresses are serving with hard enduring time and each crosses over a mighty fine line,
Master grill operators optimize a divine talent marking your plates perfectly aligned.
Friday and Saturday nights the party train arrives blessed coffee to the many lips we’ll revive.
Regulars and irregulars you’re served just the same, pardon me did I really get your name?
Loud ones, quiet ones, and even the picky ones strive to come back to us,
Here we bring back the basics of being alive.
Scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, diced, peppered, capped, or topped? 
So do you want them “All the way or just partly aflame”!
Young, old, or different at being indifferent just being sane, 
Especially when the “Waffle House Way” is to say the first “HELLO”!
“Morning Mam”! Can I get you your usual or will you be having something different  “TO GO”?
Brief moments of insanity with the moods that walk through our doors, 
Thank God for every single one of those Jukeboxes!
The quality of service opening an eye to the sly foxes, 
We’d really be in trouble if we sold liquors!
Foreign, military, and even civilian are in and out, 
Our servers are like the gold stored at Fort Knox.
So what can we get you today that you haven’t already had before?
 “The Waffle House Way” America shouts!
 It’s like being home because that’s what we are all about.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Rainbow Climber

I love to climb up to the tippy-top of rainbows
 
pulling myself up on ruby red ribbons
 
and swinging on blue bonnet bows
 
It can be hard on me when the wild wind blows
 
A beautifully dangerous love affair, I suppose
 
Sometimes it can be a thorn
 
but most times it's a rose
 
This colorful little hobby that I chose
 
It always leaves me with sour yellow lips
 
fluorescent orange ears, and a neon green nose
 
from all of the slipping and sliding
 
and the running, hiding, and colliding
 
Where a rainbow ends nobody knows
 
As I close,
 
Let me just say
 
That the best part of my rainbow climbing day
 
is at sunset when all of the grey
 
has been washed away
 
and I reach the top 
 
and get ready to play
 
That's when I take a big breath
 
smile, and deny death
 
and I stop
 
and then I dance
 
on my tip-toes
 
and I spin around as my whole body glows
 
even my clothes
 
Then I'll slide down head first breathing in the highs
 
and breathing out the lows
 
I always make sure to slide head first into the mist
 
where I am colorfully kissed
 
and feel 5 years old
 
I bang my head
 
of blue, green, yellow, orange and red
 
on a giant pot of glittering gold
 
where all of my hopes and colorful dreams unfold


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Mist Of The Hollow

The mist in the hollow quietly floated with a eery look of a ghostly apparition. The rising 
of the golden sun will turn the tide and frighten the apparition away until night and early 
morn when it comes out to romp, stomp, oomp, and play.  As the truck comes across the 
gravel road stirring up dust from the lack of rain adding a layer and frosting on the 
cake of the mist that floats absorbing all that dust or at least it seems. Now the dust 
floats away on air currents and is then breathed into all of nature's lungs to irritate them..


Details | Rhyme | |

YOU Can Be A BRAND NEW Person TODAY




You can be a new creation... old things passed away! In Christ... YOU can be a brand new person today! You can be totally transformed by Jesus--your savior! You were designed by him-- your loving creator! He alone can transform you in a brand new creation. By a Holy Ghost inspired blood transfusion! His blood can 100% make your life clean. And give you a reason to shout and sing! Singing praise to Jesus-- the Lord of all! Why not reach out and give him a call? He can be reached with p-r-a-y-e-r. And can change your life this very hour! It's no secret how much God loves you. He's here right now... what will you do? Allow him to be change you and cleanse within. A new creation in Jesus is where true freedom begins! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballad | |

A Healing Blessing for One who Heals

You touch peoples lives each and every day with your words and a smile you 
make us feel as ease and seem to make the scary things go away.

I know your healing better with each passing day, because I know God is with 
you all of the way.

When special people like you have been injured, there is an extra specail healing 
power inside of you which will take care of you during this hard time.

Being that I am one of the lives yhou have touched each and every day, I want 
touch your life today.


Details | Free verse | |

Oyster days

Oyster days 
=
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city 
where her painted dwelling 
overlooks the marine-drive,
now resembles a pearls’ string 
with all those inviting lights.

She has friends for parties, chats, 
for cheers and for gossips; 
now that she has opened up. 
A small town is there 
in her deepest memories.
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?

Does she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting;
when calamities come
like swift toed stranger wearing
a galling grin and knowing,
she has no protective shell
of zinc, iron, calcium?

The needle marks and habits 
are washed at the rehab.
Doctor prescribes this or that, 
for stress, for mind and for health.
She almost laughs at a pill. 
It is boasting to be made 
out of oyster elements.

All is coming back to her. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Fat Lady Winges (2005)

She starts of winging
Then cries of binging
She puts on more weight
And throws me slate
Neurotic fat lady can’t see me for who I am
I’m a woman who’s a sheep but looks like a lamb
I don’t call her fatty so why call me bones
If I fight back she’ll cry over ice cream cones
Some are naturally slim and some are fuller
Sometimes it’s uncontrollable like your colour 
Stop picking on me and sort out your own weight
I have food and not guilt in my plate
It’s in my genes so argue with God
I’m not anorexic my metabolism is odd


I’m not under of over weight; I’m muscular, lean and slim –naturally 

poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


Details | Rhyme | |

"The Cure" (For Health Care) Part 2

Free Verse Rhyme

Those that make more, by a percent should pay more, 
For health care, not grinding the face, of the poor,  so sore
It is by a flat rate, that the rich legislate, the dictate, of the poor's fate
It is so lame, to pay the same, playing the wealthy's game,

While the wealthy rise to fame, the poor are forced to play the game, so lame
Losing steadily, all the while, forced  under rich rule, to be wealthy's fool
Love's higher logic, God's fair project, not figured into, vile project, of wealthy logic
When increase is by percent, paying fair share, must be by percent

Wickedness is far spent, Love's logic to the poor, as been sent
Be wise as the serpent, harmless as the Dove, rise up......understand love!
Must I spell it out, health care my dear, must by percent, be based on wealth
For the poor have nothing left, but themselves, they have no earthly wealth!!

11-9-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


Details | Couplet | |

The Best I Can

You may cross the valley with its fields so fresh and green
Or go across the mountains that seem as there a dream

You can scale the ridges that run up and down the coast
Cross the seas that have collected their own share of ghost

No matter where you go or what ever you may see
You’ll never meet another soul that has two sides like me

On one side is the past on the other is the now
As I see it most of it doesn’t even matter anyhow

Life is but a roller coaster spinning up and down
One day we wear a smile the next may be a frown

One day we feel young and strong the next all worn out
A day in time creates a rhyme is this what I’m all about

I’m all alone in my home this window is my best friend
It is all in this life that lets the outside world come in

I don’t really go out too much I’m afraid of what I may do
So I sit here and live my life like the little old lady in the shoe

The pain and doubt wear me out weighing heavy on my soul
As I wonder would it be best if death just came and took its toll

Then I see my beautiful wife in her car coming down our road
I remember the reason I’m here is to help her with her load

It’s just another day I’m here to say, sitting here in my chair
I guess the old saying is true; “no one said life would be fair” 

If it were fair I reckon my ashes would be resting in some Urn
But I guess its up to God who picks when it will be our turn

If pain is gain then I’m insane, I’m in a grip of pain every single day
The fact of the matter is I’m in pain, each and every step of the way

But its all ok I’m here to say for I am still on a spiritual path
You don’t really have to be a genius to learn and do the math

One plus one equals two, and my darling that would be me and you
For the things you say and do, know my heart and love are forever true

When we met I was shake & bake always take, flying upon a distant star
Mess with me and very soon you’ll see, inside the trunk of my car

Now I’m give and love holding Christ above, just trying to be a man
Some days are good and others bad but know I’m doing the best I can

When I write it out you can have no doubt, it’s out of my control
Sometimes the words pour out of my heart and other times my soul

All we are is the things we do so I wrote this poem proud and true
The reason I do what I do ; I reckon I love each and every one of you


Details | ABC | |

broken promises

you   said  you  were  gonna  take  me   to  the  movie's 
you  said  you were   gonna   take  me out  for  dinner
you    said you  were  gonna  take  me  to  the  mall
but   you     broke  your  word.


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 2

who are these people?
where did they come from?
of all the aromas in existence, the foul smell from the mouth of an 87 year old man
who has had gingivitis for 32 years
and has had rheumatoid arthritis in his wrist for the past 23
making it difficult, almost impossible to brush his teeth
is unquestionably the most repulsive characteristic of my job.
the bumpy, but crater filled skin that covers majority of guests
shows the degeneration caused by poor nutritional choices
an overall lack of physical exercise, 
and a lifestyle filled and toxified with consumerism and media injected promotional poison, 
they buy, and buy then buy some more
actually believing that the need the items they purchase
knick knacks, glass coasters, another Friday night dress
more liquor, more cigarettes, more disease, 
another pair of shoes, a DVD, 
consume, consume, consume
till their souls are consumed with materialistic so called needs
a new belt, more beer, more stress another year
buying things to bring gratification , trying to remove the fear
hats, drugs, amusement parks, comedians
sex shops, fancy cars, impulsive desires, 
new computer, new thrill, another method of destruction
years of being killed now can’t even carry on a discussion.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Christmas Letter, dedicated to my mother

I thought I would have, all my cards in the mail
You can tell that my pace, is that of a snail
I’m such a “go getter” and I hate sitting still
One things’ for certain, I haven’t lost my will.

All the testing, the blood work, x-rays and more
Thank goodness the lab, has a revolving door.
I’m covered in bruises, from head to my toes,
I say it’s ‘cuz, I punched a guy in the nose.

This pill, and that pill, it is hard to keep track
Is this for my stomach, my eyes or my back?
All of my treatments, are a thing of the past
I don’t have to see doctors, I’m free at last.

Believe it or not, hubby’s quite a good cook
And he doesn’t follow, a recipe book.
I’ve had to scold him every once in a while
“Please don’t leave that clean laundry, sit in that pile”.

He vacuums, does laundry and even does chores
Fixes washers, dryers and paints all the doors
He’ll relax in his chair, and he snores quite fast
When he gets loud, I’ll turn the TV full blast.

I have to admit, that it’s funny to see
Looking out that window, as he trims the tree.
I still try to figure, why men can’t “just trim”
NO, they hack, saw, and pull and leave just a limb.

The Grandchildren are growing, fast every day
Time passes quickly, which is scary to say.
Thank goodness for family, and friends such as you
May all of your dreams, and wishes come true.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR


Details | I do not know? | |

Mana... beyond belief

What about the body?
.
Life is…a
Healthier body…
heal.their body…
..........x

.
who's Lordes?
LordeeS ... I see

.
Te kowhao ... "a hole"
The night or darkness and te kow hao united and birthed the gods of nature....

.
whole realm
W hole real M
. of love.


Details | Free verse | |

' To Be Holy-Clean ... '

I Bathed My Body
Perfumed My Soul
Body and Soul – All Aglow

I Washed My Mind
Prepared My Heart
Made Grime and Crime Depart

 … I’m As Pure, As An Impure-Girl Can Be
I’m Clean, As Far As The Eye Can See
But I’m Stuck, In The Soil Of Humanity
And You Said, What’s Yours, Must Be Holy …

I’ve Swept Away Dirty
Dust, Won’t Settle On Me
Mopped and Polished My Humility 

 No (Lye)-Soap, But Suds 
I, Tin-Washboard-Rubbed
My Sins, Clorox-Soaked and Scrubbed

 … Tonight, It’s Time For Another Bath
Smog, Plus Fog-Sweat, Well … Do The Math
Daily, My Fault, Ain’t Far From My Path
Tub-Baptized, ‘Cause Stink, Only Raises Wrath …

I, Talcum-Powder, Self-Inflicted-Bruises
Massage Away, Comfort-Zone-Excuses
and Rest On Silk Sheets:  No Abuses, Nor Wild-Deuces …

 Lotion On Sand-Grain, Pained-Shoulder
Put Soothing Aloe-Oil, Yet Stain Spilt-Over 
 ‘ Son Of Man ’, Came and Used Stain-Remover

… My Window-Sights, Clear For Clarity
My Hair and Hands, Shining-Sanitary-Vanity) 
When Vacuumed, I’m Spotless, Not Bare-Empty
I’m Hygienic, Jasmine-Scented, Please Remain In Me

I’m As Pure, As An Impure-Girl Can Be
I’m Clean, As Far As The Eye Can See
But I’m Stuck, In The Soil Of Humanity
(My Spirit Is Willing … But My Flesh Is Weak)
And You Said, What’s Yours, Must Be Holy …


Details | Quatrain | |

Mind's Insecurity

Mind’s Insecurity

Why is it hard to hear your own words?
speaking truth but refusing to hear…
fine showing, hard swallowing
leave bitter tastes, easier to say
conflict inside.
Knowing there is no opposite
one real the other fake.
Yet the mind hurts the heart
with accusations or clues
even if it’s not true.
What do you do?
act like there isn’t pain
while attempting to be the same.
Silence surrounds speaking volumes
difference in intimacy become problems
left out for part of a plan
telling your mind to understand.
How do you recover from distance?
that your mind created
we know how misled that can be
flighty, focused on the worse
surviving all is its only course.
Upsetting solved issues
making it hard to get through
stupid when brought to light
already advising what is right.
One extreme to the next
bad habits hard to forget
practice what’s said
follow the heart
release the mind’s insecurity instead.


-Symphony


Details | ABC | |

thank you

thank you  for the  nice things you  say   about  me.
thank you  for the  nice thing's you  bought  me
thank you  for  doing  good  things  with  me.
thank you  for  helping me when i   needed  a  helping  hand.
now  what's  all  left  to  say  is...................................
thank  you  thank  you  thank  you  thank you


Details | Rhyme | |

Do You Feel Like You've Been Defeated


Do you feel like you’re “worn out” and defeated?
Like nothing in your life has really been completed?

Do you feel like your life is going “downhill” fast?
And wonder how much longer you’re “going to last?”

Do you feel like you’ve hit too
 many “bumps in the road?”
The weight upon your shoulders feels like a “heavy load?”

Do you feel like you just can’t take it anymore?
You may wonder if anything in
 life is worth living for...

Do you want to hear some good news I have to bring?
I can tell you of someone who can 
take care of everything!

Do you want to know of someone 
who can change your life today?
His name is Jesus, and he can take
 all of your problems away!

Do you want to allow him to change
 your life throughout?
This is what HIS love is really all about!

Do you want to experience the power of God within?
Knowing what it means to be forgiven and born again…

If this is what you want and what
 your heart wants to gain.
Simply reach out to Jesus and call 
on his name…

He wants you to know and to completely understand.
He’s here right now and waits 
with an outstretched hand…

He wants you to know…  He really does love YOU.
Why not start today?  And be made BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton  
01/18/11


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Lord Please Cleanse My Mind

Im alone now... the family's 
gone to bed...
sinful thoughts have 
entered my head

I don't know which
 direction to turn...
My mind feels like a fire... 
"ready to burn."

"Jesus help me!" is 
my cry and prayer...
I know you listen and 
you care!.

I don't want to think on thoughts
which trap and allure...
But to memorize God's word--
so holy and pure!

God's word is a light unto my feet...
 a lamp unto my path...
By HIS word directing me--
I'll avoid God's wrath!

Thank you Lord for being patient, 
loving and kind...
And thanks for giving me more
 of a Christ-like mind.

Your loving kindness has 
now filled my soul...
And by your word... my mind's 
been made whole! 

By Jim Pemberton
2007


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Will Lead Me

Jesus is with me every step
that is taken,
With HIM in my life—I am never forsaken!

A straight and narrow path is
what he will make,
He’s there to lead and guide me
every step that I take.

Every choice I have, every step
that is made,
The price for my life—on Calvary—
has been PAID.

His word shall direct me which
way I should go,
It shall be a lamp unto my feet
down here below.

His Holy Spirit will gently give me
Godly correction
And shall always lead me into
the right direction…

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


Details | Didactic | |

The Cure

You seek a physician,
When you are sick.
Or look to a friend,
When troubles seem thick.

We look for help,
When we need a hand.
Or just someone to,
Listen and understand.

But there is one sickness,
With no earthly cure!
It's our sin against God,
We've all done it for sure!

Whether your sin is big,
Or may even seem small.
Just too many of them,
You can't list them all.

Confess them to Jesus,
He'll forgive you your sin.
He is sins only cure,
Jesus heals you from within!


Details | Verse | |

Be Encouraged (Septolet)

Run!
My son,
The long race.
Be encouraged!

And be strong.
Not swift,
Go!



Comments:  The Septolet poem has seven lines with a total of fourteen words.  It 
has two parts with a break between each part.  This one has a syllable count 
pattern of 1,2,3,4,3,2,1. The same thought and picture is portrayed in both parts 
for a complete picture.  This Septolet is about enduring to the end.


Details | Acrostic | |

FELICIA

FELICIA (dedicated to the efforts of all on the HIV/AIDS scourge)

Rapturous ecstasy emanates from the town
Everyone, everywhere spoke of this damsel
She has just newly packed into town
Gossips could be seen around in their clusters:
"Who is she and where is she from?"

More to that, like a magnetic attraction
Felicia draws the attention of residents to herself
Wives are holding tight to their husbands;
The surely of Felicia is surely a threat.
Not even with her skimpy skirts and dresses

Felicia cuts the image of an angel
With her flawless grammar and sense of humour
The bulge of her regions make lookers apopletic
Her steps typify the menacing walk of a cat
She has all it takes for men to turn around

Society people want to have a taste of her
Women desire her to boost their ego
The mighty, the influential and intellectual inclusive
A King once offered her half of his kingdom
A Governor dangled a mouth-watering contract
A Vice Chancellor even offered her 'Medicine Admission'

Felicia suddenly became cheap and accessible
Initial ego and applause faded into thin air
She went up for the Goliaths to chew,
She came down for the crawling to lick.
She offered her body, a ransom for all
Promiscous men were happy to have their fill

Gloom, sorrow and tears soon pervaded the town
The toll of death was rising by the day
Surviving men depict postures of 'Somalian famine'
Their blood almost drained to the marrows
There was a peculiarity in their deaths
Only those who pitched tents with Felicia are victims

Soon the mist began to clear
I then could see beyond the ordinary
I'd ransacked every material available for clarity
The word of knowledge then came from ABOVE
The second name of FELICIA is AIDS

(c) WP May 1999


Details | Couplet | |

Prayer for Kaylee

Dear God,

I come to you today,
Because all I can do is pray
For a precious little lady
Who is known as Kaylee
If it is Your will this day
Please take her pain away
Guide her with Your loving hands
So the surgery, she withstands
Encircle her dear family
With Your angels, is my plea
Keep her safe and make her well
She is so loved, can’t You tell
These things I ask of You
Make our prayers come true
In the name of Jesus Christ
Amen


Details | Rhyme | |

Confess That You May Be Healed

Confess…  That You May Be Healed!

I heard a preacher preach on a topic so very real
“Confess your sins to one another that you may be healed.”

This part of scripture...  It was very true and evident.
This is a truth of healing that’s still relevant.

The Bible speaks; “confession is good for the soul”
This is a part of scripture that’s good to know!

Why is this not happening as the days are getting “worse?”
While many in church struggle with sin’s “curse?”

I think it’s perhaps we just have too many “busy-bodies.”
They seemed to focus their concern on “everybody.”

Rather than spending time with God and pray.
Many tend to seek the local “news of the day.”

We need people that are filled up and seek God’s Spirit.
So when someone needs some prayer.  They can give it!

We need followers of God, not burdened down with sin.
People sold out to Jesus and truly born again!

Perhaps then, will confession among 
God’s people take place.
Speaking to one another in humbleness and grace!

May the touch of God bring sweet comfort and joy.
It’s his healing ,that we have the opportunity to enjoy!

It’s coming together in Christ we certainly belong!
Though we are weak…   HE remains strong!

He is faithful to do whatever we may think or ask…
Only HE can bring a healing that will always last!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

These Three Words I LOVE YOU

These Three Words…

I was thinking of something God 
spoke to me the other day.
It was powerful and almost “took my breath away…”

These three words; “I love YOU!”  Were clearly spoken…
I didn’t know what to do.  I felt worn out and broken…

I cried and waited for something
 to change from within.
This “voice” I heard…  Would I hear it again???

I looked for a bible.  Any one I could find …
I had to seek an answer to settle my mind.

I opened up to the book of John and began reading…
I realized it was Jesus… That my life was needing...

I read the first few chapters including John 3:16.
About God’s love, which can make my heart clean

I was so thankful and joy came deep inside.
Bowing my head… I wept and cried.

I was sorry for the many sins I had committed...
Jesus forgave me…  Now my sins are omitted!

I’m so thankful for the gift of life I’ve received.
When I came to Jesus and simply believed!!!

I am drinking of the living water
 that never shall run dry.
God has promised: “all of your needs.
 I shall supply!

Thanks be to God! Glory and praise
 I shall give him!
Won’t you give him a chance?  He’s here to listen!

He alone can do what no other power could ever do!
The words he speaks to everyone are; “I LOVE YOU!”

Listen to his words…  It’s a heart-felt invitation…
You too can receive his mercy and salvation!

By Jim Pemberton    01/28/11


Details | Rhyme | |

There Will Come A Time

There Will Come A Time…

There will come a time… 
 I shall cease to be.
One day, my heavenly father will be calling me!

There will come a time…  
This home will be mine no more!
For one day soon, I’ll arrive
 at “heaven’s shore.”

There will come a time…  
My body will be “trading places>”
I shall be up yonder...  
With “angelic faces.”

There will come a time…  
I’ll not have to ponder.
When the roll of heaven is 
“called up yander!”

There will come a time… 
 My life will surely be blessed.
As I hear my savior’s call;
 “enter into heaven’s rest!”

This time I speak of will happen soon.
I’ll be in a heavenly mansion’s room!

How much time you have left.  
However you may live…
Won’t you come to Jesus?  
He’s so wiling to forgive!

HE offers life eternal.  And has YOU
 and ME in mind!
This is the day of salvation!  
Now is the accepted time!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

I HAVE TO FIGHT TO WIN

For three years I have been afflicted
Mentally and physically I have been whipped
My body constantly wanted to give up and quit
I just said no more that is it
I felt so lonely and cold inside
From my friends and family I hide
Right now I’m so afraid to cry
I’m so confused about things so I question why
With all this anger and hostility 
Why am I feeling so guilty?
I’m crying out for help but nobody hears me
Who is this enemy?
I keep rebuking with all my might
I’m so tired of this endless fight
Since I was diagnosed with kidney failure
I’m always tired and weak so fragile
This is something I thought I can handle
Right now my life feels dismantled 
Last night an angel appeared before me crying
He hugged me and said Jesus loves you so keep fighting
So I will fight for tomorrow and for another day
I will let Jesus Christ guide me and lead my way
I cannot and will not fight this battle alone
To God I call on and I say shalom!

Psalms 116:4  Then I called on the name of the Lord: "O Lord, save me!" 


Details | Narrative | |

Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)


Details | I do not know? | |

The Puppet

A girl lived her whole life.
Forever held, on puppet strings.

They bound her hands,
so tightly, and wrapped round her legs.

No movement she made,
was voluntary, she was never in control.

She was controlled by others,
at their mercy, doing whatever they asked.

The world around her was noisy,
deafening- with people asking for favours.

She could hear these voices,
even in the silence, that never really was.

She never uttered a complaint,
she was silent, about these endless duties.

When she locked herself up,
those tender tears, were seen by her mirror only.

But no matter what she did, she never,
could lock herself away from the strings

Until one day the word grew silent.
She closed her eyes and sighed,

*and then, she was gone.



*NB, alternate ending (last line):-

The strings fell, and she was free.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

He Can and Will

I can tell you that I love you, and prove it day by day.
I can hold you when you shake and tell you everything's alright.
I can lift you when you fall, and hold your hand tight, but...

God can and will count your every tear drop, and dry them all away.
He can wash away the tear stains on your pillow, and make them unseen.
He knows your heart through and through, and will direct His love within.

I can pretend to understand and try to explain reason.
I can lead you by a way, and warn you of danger up ahead.
I can tell you to tread lightly, and cover the truth in sugar coated lies, but...

God can and will light the path before you, and lead you to life.
He can give you only truth, and in dwell you with grace.
He will save your soul from hell and from yourself, and give you eternal life.
By His death, He reconciled. By His life, He secures.

(c) January 12, 08
Rosemarie Schrock


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Water

I watched the raindrops 
one by one they fell
they filled an empty hole
till it became a well
 
every word of yours is dew
like this rain I seek
the hole here large and empty
for a cistern of waters keep
 
Within I hold these waters
as a gift for you
the life within a garden
cannot without them do
 
The moisture collects in clouds and wind
their circuits round the earth each day
their routes can now be firmly mapped
its requirements to life portray 
 
The bounties hidden in a desert
you won't ever see in bloom
until the rain its torrents fall
saturates the seeds entombed
 
Your words are livings waters
they must fall upon the seed
they cannot germinate or grow
they require this moistures deed
 
Mankind's become a desert place
where scorpions and snakes do dwell
life here is with the cold blooded
from the rainforest they have fell
 
Comprehensive examples  have been left
in all nature and histories show
a better teacher than science books
if we observe what's here to know
 
The fabric of all of life
holds me like a wadi tell
like an archeologist
who digs the sands and dell
 
These nations want gold and silver
but true riches they despise
in the end pursuits of vanity
will damn those who think they're wise
 
Once again you refreshed my mind
when I thought my well be dry
the waters here clean and clear
not bottled with a lie
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Is Your Life Running On EMPTY

Is your life running 
on empty fumes?
Are the adversities and stress
 of life being consumed?

Any zeal and passion for God
 may be in the past…
You wonder; “How long is life
 going to last???”

Perhaps you feel like your
 anchor’s “been lost at sea…”
And ask; “Lord…  
Why is this happening to me?”

Things in life often
 catch us “unaware…”
You may ask; “does anyone
 out there really care?”

There is someone who
 can help you along!
In Jesus’ arms of mercy
 is where you belong!

He walked this earth and 
calmed the sea of Galilee…
He’ll calm the storms
 of life for you and me!

Won’t you give him a chance... 
 To calm your fears?
And allow his love to
 wipe away any tears?

He’ll bring peace to a
 hopeless situation…
All you need to do… 
 Is to give him an invitation…

The choice is yours…  
It’s your decision to make!
Won’t you do it now?  Before it’s too late???

By Jim Pemberton  
01/18/10







Details | Senryu | |

Ying Yang

(Ying Yang)
Stagnant was his life;
Her capricious habits grew,
His ying was her yang


Details | Rhyme | |

Be Sane


All that we retain
We must maintain
So we should refrain
From the inane
So we can sustain
And remain
Without blame
   



Details | Free verse | |

Pill

I’m anxious for my test tomorrow
Even though I tell myself in ten years I wont remember my grade 
I still cant sleep
I take the pill 
Wash it down and I find a sick comfort in knowing soon…soon I will find sleep
The elusive love of my life whose tempting ways creep up at all the wrong times
I don’t want you during class or on a date
I want you at night in my bed.
I want you to come more regularly than the fire alarms in Hamlin hall
I start to feel the release of my body as the pill courses through my veins filling my
capillary beds
I feel warm
I love it
I know i could roll over, but i dont care, I just lay here and it’ll all go away
The pain of the day wont even become a memory
The fear of tomorrow wont be a reality for a couple more hours
My friends say meditate or do yoga, but it doesn’t feel as good as this 
Knowing that I wont remember a thing or hear an alarm
Knowing I wont care to wake up
It is through this I find joy and peace…
It is through this I find control


Details | Name | |

I Work Hard For The Money

members of teamsters
an army of one
yielding for a better tomorrow

doing the job right
assuring quality and quanitity production
year after year



Tribute To
International Workers Day


Details | Free verse | |

Out On The Porch (1)

Rain came down last night
With it rolled the thunder and flashed the lightning
Now  the air is so clean, crisp, and cool
Crickets abound singing praises
While the rooster's strength is renewed
Birds chirp with loving calls, for God has met their needs
The earth sparkles with beauty from the cleansing bath
Breezes gently carry appreciating tunes around
Bamboo wind chimes gently give their hollow sound
Calling, calming, relaxing;
Breeze gently strokes my face
Securing my relaxation
For my attitude determines the musical tone of my home
Totally cloudy this morn but could clear
Responsibilities pull me away but I can't go just yet
Need to stay on the porch for a while and commune with God


Details | Rhyme | |

Living For Jesus Is A GOOD DECISION

No good decision is made 
that starts out as a lie.
A good decision is to live for Jesus--
why not give him a try?

The truth is that God's son died
 for me and you!
The decision to live for him--
what are you going to do?

The lie is..it doesn't matter what 
kind of choice you make.
The truth is...you must do it now!  
Before it's too late!

You'll never know when your
 last day shall appear.
Your final day on earth 
could be very near!

A dedision for Jesus is the best 
choice to be made.
His life for yours.. on calvary 
has been paid!

Come to the cross and give 
everything to him!
Come and experience the joy 
of being born again!

A decision based on (God's)truth, 
is the best place to start.
Jesus' blood will make within 
you a brand new heart.

His gift of salvation is offered 
to all of mankind.
"Now if the day of salvation... 
Now is the accepted time!"

By Jim Pemberton
2008


Details | Light Poetry | |

' They Are Wrong To Blame God ... ' Part 2 of 2 (or Implore The People With Love)

And Other Loving Hands To Help Us         (Matt. 28: 19, 20   &   1 Tim. 4: 16)
Out Of Personal-Pits-Dug
And When Others Blame God …
… I Just Want To Give Them A Big-I-Care-Hug !

And Tell ‘Em, Humans Chose Rebellion
They and ‘We’, Chose To Go It Alone
Independence or Ignorance …
That’s Us … Singing That  'Hit' Song !

(So … Can’t Blame God, For What’s Wrong)

See … If You Steal From Your Mum or Poppa
They Too, Will Send You Away
They May Leave The Door Open
In Case You Return One Day

And If You’re Out There Doing Bad
And Bad Things Happen To You
You Can’t Rightly Blame Parents
For The Path You Choose …

But You Want Them To Bail You Out
When Their Good Advice You Refuse
(You Wanna Use Them) … That’s Just Twisted !
If You Blame Them, ‘Cause You Lose …

… Your Dignity and Divinity
And Lord Help Us … This Is Humanity !
And If You Don’t Believe … Scripturally                         ( 2 Tim. 3: 16 )
Then, Just Check Out Man-Made-History …

… It’s Filled With Hate
Its Even Up-To-Date …
So, Don’t Lie or Blame, To Your Own Infamy
Please, Don’t Repeat The Words, of Mankind’s Enemy !   ( Gen. 3: 4, 5 )

‘Tis A Lie, ‘Tis A Lie, 'Tis A Lie, We Must Reject ! …
I Say This With Godly-Love and Soul-to-Soul-Respect
God … Is Bona-Fide Benevolence And Beauty At Its Best …
             I Bless Him, With My Last Breath !

Yet, I Know Some Here, Have Been Hurt
By What Others Say and Do …
But In All Fairness, My Beloved-God,
They Are So Wrong To Blame You

              ( Part 2 of 2 )
  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

                 Respect and Remind
                 Remind With Respect

Agnostics, Atheists and Bitter-Hearts
Beware of Belittling HE, of The Highest Courts
HE Is Not One To  Mess With, Or To Be Mocked
In HIS Hand, Is The Key, To Your Own-Death-Lock …

Now, If You’re One To Say, “Oh, I Had A Good-Run
I’ve Had Fun, and Now, If It’s Done … It’s Done”
And If You Are Ready To Leave, When His Kingdom Comes …
You Won’t Mind, Your Last Breath, Blown To Oblivion

                By:   The MoonBee


Details | Free verse | |

Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.


Details | ABC | |

THE MAGIC OF SLEEP



Sleep makes us happier, healthier and sexier
Though millions of Americans suffer without.
24 –7 = TV, sports, video games and deadlines
Make us wonder what life is about.

Cigarettes, booze, coffee and the new born
Can all rob you of  precious sleep.
Being broken hearted over someone lost
As you lie without them and weep.

Multitudes pop the little green butterfly
Or some other pill to obtain precious rest.
Making time for prayer, love, laughter and song
Improve our sleep to endure God’s test .

While sleeping we dream of now and here after
The good, the bad and who we wish not to be.
Passing our burdens to the hands of God
Who fashioned all we hear, breath and see.

The magic of sleep sustains the heart beats of life
Our ability to reason, overcome and succeed.
Without its presence, we wither on the vine
Victims of exhaustion, worry and greed.


By Tom Zart



 


Details | Free verse | |

Wishing You The Very Best

Three wishes
Illuminating dishes


First one
  No gun


Communication is the key


Second asking
   Sun's basking


For no light World would be cold lonely and dark


Third request
  Loves zest

After all it's what makes the world go around


Details | Sonnet | |

anthology of life

we gently pray upon our desire
or maybe our desire preys upon us
recoil in disgust at the muck and mire
only to answer, "what's all the fuss?"

life's joys and private hells undreamt of
scale's fulcrum tipping the balance of power
recoiling from the pain of our own love
and the similarity of "devout" and "devour"

Pavlovian, we turn to the bell ringing
for a scrap of nourishment or tender care
too often to find indifference stinging
is all that others have offered there

how can we anthologize a life
without including a rhyming of strife?

© Goode Guy 2012-02-03


Details | Rhyme | |

Blessed Are YOU Who Trust In The Lord


“Blessed is the man who
 trust in the Lord!”
Goodness and mercy in him
 shall be stored!

“He shall be like a tree
 planted by the water…”
And will not wither or fade when
 the temperature gets hotter.

“His leaves are green and will stay
 in the year of drought.”
Because his faith in God
 is what his life is about!

“The heart is deceitfully wicked.”  
And who knows it?
God!  He made your heart 
and he helped compose it!

“He searches our heart and
 he tests our ways…”
There’s no running from him.
 Throughout our days.

“He gives each according
 to the fruit they bear.”
He knows what you’re doing. 
 He is always there!

Why not trust him with your life? 
 Why not start today?
Allow him to be your Lord. 
 Simply trust and obey!

You’ll never be disappointed
 by what he can give!
He will bless you and give you
 a reason to LIVE!

By Jim Pemberton  04/22/10
Read:  Jeremiah 17:7-10


Details | Rhyme | |

Is Your Life Running On Emprty Fumes


Is your life running 
on empty fumes?
Are the adversities and stress
 of life being consumed?

Any zeal and passion for God
 may be in the past…
You wonder; “How long is life
 going to last???”

Perhaps you feel like your
 anchor’s “been lost at sea…”
And ask; “Lord…  
Why is this happening to me?”

Things in life often
 catch us “unaware…”
You may ask; “does anyone
 out there really care?”

There is someone who
 can help you along!
In Jesus’ arms of mercy
 is where you belong!

He walked this earth and 
calmed the sea of Galilee…
He’ll calm the storms
 of life for you and me!

Won’t you give him a chance... 
 To calm your fears?
And allow his love to
 wipe away any tears?

He’ll bring peace to a
 hopeless situation…
All you need to do… 
 Is to give him an invitation…

The choice is yours…  
It’s your decision to make!
Won’t you do it now?  Before it’s too late???

By Jim Pemberton  
01/18/10







Details | Verse | |

Pressing On

She watched the mountain intently
Like a bird who’s nestling of dwelling, complains
Yet, neither will move --
Reality blooms;
A surge of genius
Strikes the hollowed core ~
Worrisome thoughts she shan’t abide…

A mother’s love still strives,
Strong willed fledgling must now -- fly
Search to build, its -- own nest
-- Mother bird soars above the mountain -- mind at rest 






Comments:
An elder once said teach them well in the ways they must go… Like a hawk one must keep a 
watchful eye for they are still your prizes; you never know when they may come home to 
roost again... Or at least visit…
However, if they can't respect the home then its time 
For them to fly on their own...


Details | Tanka | |

Gently Saved

     Drizzles feed her kind,
            Torrential showers would kill,
                   Sprinkles reach the mark,
                         Exceptional buds will bloom,
                               She thrives and prospers at dawn.


By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Free verse | |

Don't let it slip away

Stripped, abused and tortured.
Help me, my life's but one -
Don't let it slip away!




Authors notes

Enforcing a picture and or meaning in 15 words.


Details | Haiku | |

Hoary

Hoary head mountain
Craggy hard gray rock below
Melt oh snow soften


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Gift Of A Smile

The Gift of a smile


Smile and the whole world smiles with you as the saying goes.
What is special about a smile is it's contagious when you smile
at someone, they natrually  reflect andcopy  it and give a smile back to you.
It brings joy to all when someone smiles and brings a smile to someone else,
it brightens up a dark day even when there is no words to say just a simple smile
can cheerup their day. 
Smile and it will make each day worth the while, and you have a lovely smile
so a smile aday helps you keep the blues away. Keep smiling my dear.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Is A True Foundation For Your Marriage

As a child, in church, I was raised.
Taught the Bible 
and the Christian ways.

At an early age, I invited Jesus in.
Learning what was right 
and what was sin.

I looked up to my parents--I really did.
I was so proud of the
way they lived.

They were the world to me--
I was so proud.
Then one day there appeared 
a very dark cloud.

This cloud hovered over my parents, 
whom I loved so dear.
Soon the ugly face of divorce
was soon to appear.

I prayed for them-
I desperately tried.
The many nights I lay 
awake and cried.

How could this happen?
 I often wondered.
To have a wonderful marriage
so utterly plundered.

A sin crept in--and was
allowed to prevail.
Soon this marriage 
began to fail.

Let this be a warning to me and to all.
Playing with sin will cause us to fall.

If your life is heading 
toward a separation,
build your marriage on Jesus--
a true foundation! 

He can Do what no 
other power can do...
And give NEW meaning
 to the words; "I LOVE YOU!"

By Jim Pemberton 
 2008


Details | Rhyme | |

Glory

I stare at my reflection,
Through blood, sweat, and tears,
To get a glimpse of near perfection,
Or so to me it appears.

I ache, hurt and am sore,
Still, my inner voice
Tells me to avoid the floor,
Quitting is not a choice.

No one knows the pain,
It hurts so much I can barely stand.
But no matter what, I’ll train,
My body, the pain, it can withstand.

Seriously, it feels like I’m going to die,
And I’m surprised my body hasn’t rebelled.
The pain makes me want to cry,
And again I am impelled.

I’ll attain that strength and physique,
No matter the time it takes,
Each and every day of the week,
I’ll train till my body aches.

I feel so burdened and weak.
But for me, have no compassion,
Although of it, harsh I speak
It has truly become my passion.


Details | Cinquain | |

Friend

Friend
Non-barrier personable
Gratitude, likeable, companion
Counsellor, supporter, minded, polite
Friend


Details | Rhyme | |

of a balloon

Who knows
if it’s the moon
who fills the sky
just get inside
and away we’ll fly
over houses, clouds
and steeples high
We’ll go sailing
should you take me
tonight
in your pretty balloon
by the silvery light
and not too soon
over cities where
the flowers bloom
and yes it’s there
from far above
we become the Spring
and welcome love

.

Inspired: ee cummings


Details | Shape | |

Rough diamonds

                                          Some
                                      relationships
                                are just not meant to 
                          be.  Sometimes an individual
                      can't spread their wings to find the 
                real me inside, bursting to get out. We need
        to learn to spruce ourselves up inside and out; polishing 
    those rough edges - back to the beautiful facets we once knew. 
        Time to learn, trust and live. To love ourselves and those 
                close to us, before we can love and appreciate 
                    the very beautiful world around us.  It's 
                        good to set aside some 'me' time. 
                                Reflect, and with new
                                   found confidence 
                                          sparkle!


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Blessed Are They Who Seek The Lord

Blessed are the poor in spirit.  
Theirs is God’s kingdom.
Many blessings from God… 
They shall receive them!

Blessed are they who mourn. 
 They shall be comforted.
In the loving arms of Jesus, 
they shall be well rested!

Blessed are the meek. 
 They shall inherit the earth.
They shall receive from Jesus. 
 A “brand new birth!”
 
Blessed are they who hunger for 
righteousness.  They shall be filled.
A desire to know more of God…
 has been instilled!

Blessed are the merciful.  God’s mercy
 they shall obtain.
As they’re an expression of Jesus’
 wonderful name!

Blessed are they with a pure heart. 
 They shall see God!
Though many in this world, 
may think they’re “odd.”
 
Blessed are those who are persecuted
 for God’s kingdom.
They share their testimony for Christ,
 to those who receive them!
 
Blessed are you when others persecute you
 and accuse you falsely.
Rejoice in the power of God! 
 He loves you most assuredly!
 
Rejoice that heaven shall one day
 be your reward!
So YOU can rule and reign
 with Jesus our lord!
 
Blessed are we who serve Christ. 
 The anointed one!
Blessed are God the father. 
 The Holy Spirit.   And the Son!

 
By Jim Pemberton   10/31/10  

Read Matthew 5:3-12


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom/Responsibility

Freedom, what all I could do only.........If
Freedom, not responsible to.................You
Remove all the fun; please, please let me...Take
The car for the night, I'll be home, obey......The
Rules, all of them__promise to stop for the..Train
Well he got freedom and he sped................Off
Until he picked up some friends at...............The
Local bar then he came to the ....................Track
He'd had just one, just one too many...........It's
Way too late, too late for him but he's .........Free
What his life could have been, who knew......But
Maybe the President or in senate.................It
Is possible the first leader of love................Can't
Contain my grief, if he stopped; not...............Go
His life on the right track, could have gone......Anywhere

(The end line is not my original idea but a direct quote form a book.)


Details | Sestina | |

AN ENRICHING EVENT

I ask for nothing,
just relying on Providence;
surprisingly I will experience
an enriching event
that fate has sent...
does anybody wonder why I sing?



I age, and furthermore I feel younger;
wrinkles appear to attest their reminder
that my troubles are of another sort,
and despite more unpleasant occurrences confirming my tort:
these upheavals are raging storms that will soon pass,
and this phase is the ultimate test!



Destiny, unfold this enriching event,
and usher in an age of contentment;
the vitality of these years don't reflect fragility:
resolute and strong, hopeful and diligent...
I can face any hurdle and defy tragedy,
and the hardest challenge is finding trust!  
 


An enriching event was predicted in my natal chart  
and astrologers are putting much effort in their research,
to assure me that a better tomorrow is coming;
and should I place my total trust in them,
and catch a rare glimpse and be content...
but Who has given me a last chance at living?



I could never be guided by the unpredictable stars,
what I am amazed about them:  is their mysterious glimmer,
but fortune and wealth is the damnation of the sinner,
of that one cursing God for all the plagues and sorrows
inflicted upon them...to punish them for all that was taken without honor
and appreciation;  and wouldn't they envy the one opening the golden door?



My harvest is finally ripe, and spacious fields offer their abundant fruits,
every bird has a more sonorous song to make me feel vibrantly alive:
o larks and nightingales, let your joyful ode reach the Heavens above!
My blessings have been too numerous to be counted and this joy exalts 
Him with a gratefulness that is equal to every breath I inhale and exhale;
when peace blends with silence:  a realistic Heaven is an enriching event!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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HAPPY 50th

Turning Fifty's not such a  bad thing,
After all take a look at what your life had to bring.

You've laughed a lot and cried a little too,
And of the hard times, I'm sure there were few!

You've fallen and stood right  back up on your feet,
and many good people you've had the pleasure to meet.

You've worked very hard and played a lot too,
There's not too many that can do what you do.

There are so many people around you that care,
and hope at your one hundredth, they will be there.

In your first fifty years you've done some incredible things,
But I can't wait to see what the next fifty brings!!!!

HAPPY 50th  BIRTHDAY !!!!


Details | Bio | |

Be

Be glorified in all that I do,
be loved and trusted mighty one,
be always on my mind.

Be always first and foremost,
be praised continually,
be the bliss of my joy;
my heart doth overflow.

I be because of thee,
because of thee sin flees,
I be O Mighty One, 
I be; because of thee.

(c)July 19, 2007
(c) Rosemarie Schrock


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Jesus Is A Solid Rock

My soul is broken.  My body's achin'.
At times...  I feel so 
utterly forsaken.

I've tried to serve God 
the best I could.
So many of his ways... 
I've never understood.

Rather then trusting him
 and holding his hand.
 My life is sinking deep 
into quicksand!

So many nights, I've cried
myself to sleep.
I feel like I'm in a pit 100 ft. deep.

I cry unto you Lord 
to pull me out.
From you... Oh Lord... 
I don't want to be without!

By your tender mercy 
and unfailing grace.
I trust you to put my life 
on a solid place.

This solid place is Jesus... 
my rock and foundation.
I've received his free gift of salvation.

He put my feet on a rock to stay.
And his word guides me 
each and every day.

A song of thanksgiving is what I bring.
He is my righteousness
 and my everything!

He's always there when I've 
needed someone to turn to. 
He's here right now... 
and is waiting for YOU!

By JIm Pemberton
2008


Details | Prose Poetry | |

and 'Ladies'

 
  and 'Ladies' young and old
do you even know
when i go into the grocery store
and how they come all around me
and i
not even paying attention
as they watch me squeeze this and
squeeze that
and they being all that you are
some what more and some few less
and they
take my hand and place it there
and in my hand they squeeze it
they squeeze it harder than they should
but i'm not paying attention 
and as i'm thinking about squeezing
that which needs to be squeezed
in my mind i am squeezing it more
and watching some become flushed
there faces grow dark and pink
so many
and so many my head spins around 
looking down as i feel
all of that juice run free
through my hands
and all of my critical thinking
has left me it's gone. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


Details | Romanticism | |

To Seek Peace

In a world of deadly affairs, in a world where all is a stake and there is no existence of
fair,
Journey to the Dimension of Delighted Derelict -  A forgotten pastime.
Fantasize with me of the sum of all your positive sensations.
Soothe the soul, alleviate anatomical afflictions, abolish anxieties ....
Abandon all allbis of insufficient time,
Paint a perfect portrait of tamed thoughts in your mind.
Abandon foolish stigmas ... Allow body and soul to intertwine.
Spiritual enlightenment; Spiritual enticement.
And in your countenance of calm you will find reborn excitement.
And for what shall sustain you in your new dispositions, go forward and seize ....
My fellows in this tedious turmoil of tribulations .... Remember the Prosperity, that is
To Seek Peace.


Details | Narrative | |

I Died On The Operating Table At Yale

I died on the operating table at Yale.
My brain aneurysm explosion was off the scale.
My heart, my brain and my lungs all failed.
My life was shaken like a 10 on the Richter scale.
My life, like a train, was totally derailed.
I left my body and above it I sailed.
I looked at my body and it appeared very pail.
I heard my doctor say, "we’ve lost him!"
My chances of resuscitation were very slim
I heard the machine going beep, beep, and beep.
I looked at my body and it looked like I was sleep.
To the other side I sailed like express mail.
Upon returning, I saw my doctors assail. 
They worked at a heroic scale.
They continued their work to keep me on earth.
I heard my doctor say, “we’ve got him back!”
I re-entered my body and began my comeback.
The number of days hospitalized was one-eight-zero.
Because of my miraculous recovery, I shout bravo!



Details | Rhyme | |

Having A Godly Appetite


“Bodily exercise profits little.” 
“Godliness is profitable unto all things.”
I think very few realize the victory, 
this truth of God brings.

Scripture also tells us “whatever we sow.” 
 “We shall also reap.”
Sin comes with a cost…  
And the price is not cheap!

“What profits a man if he gains 
the world and loses his soul?”
What is your ambition in life?  
What is really your goal?

Do you want to live a life entangled
in worry, defeat and despair?
I’m here to tell you that Jesus
 loves you and he does care!

This world can drag you down 
and cause you much shame.
Isn’t it time you reach out to Jesus?  
And call on his name?

He’s the reason we can have 
an abundant life each day of the week.
It’s the Holy Spirit and God's word 
 you need to daily seek

Only Jesus can bring joy and
 nourishment to your soul!
Allow his goodness to enrich you 
and to make you whole!

May there be an appetite for Godly living 
in what you do and say…
He can change your life and make you 
 BRAND NEW today!



By Jim Pemberton  

04/02/11





Details | Haiku | |

Pale Violet Red

Sun on horizon
Painting pale violet red
Under strokes on clouds


Details | Rhyme | |

You Can Be A NEW Creation

You can be a new creation... 
old things passed away!
In Christ... YOU can be 
a brand new person today!

You can be totally transformed
 by Jesus--your savior!
You were designed by him--
your loving creator!

He alone can transform you
 in a brand new creation. 
By a Holy Ghost  inspired
 blood transfusion!

His blood can 100% make
 your life clean.
And give you a reason 
to shout and sing!

Singing praise to Jesus--
the Lord of all!
Why not reach out and
 give him a call?

He can be reached 
with p-r-a-y-e-r.
And can change your 
life this very hour!

It's no secret how much 
God loves you.
He's here right now...
what will you do?

Allow him to be change you
 and cleanse within.
A new creation in Jesus is 
where true freedom begins!

By Jim Pemberton 
2009


Details | Free verse | |

Desire

Shepherds exquisite rosie blushed skies
between seas of clouds drifting by
As the veil of evening spirituality rises,
the layers strip away
until thin enough to reveal
a night-time previously unseen
Work of art,
Heaven’s beauty
A Queen of the skies.
An air if intoxication
trips the mind
for a moment belief is enforced
Unveiled a Guardian Angel
set to watch over us,
protect us with love
Taken too quickly from our world,
this feminine stunner
with long black trailing locks
that reach mid back;
a mouth so hot,
sophisticated, 
elegantly wrapped form
This spiritual purity,
so youthful;
is lifted to higher realms,
where as a winner,
her floral crown is raised before her
She watches with breath of reservation
Her eyes look on seductively
filled with knowing need
Enfolded with the love 
of those that look up to her
Her premature wings
wrap her neck and shoulders,
fluffy, white as purest cotton wool.
Her time, 
her pleasure,
her passion,
her promise, 
her prize
Yours to seek and find
A picture perfect place in mind
Desire


Details | Lyric | |

Fire Mother

Cold morning greets the weary eye clouds drape the horizon in gray
I turn around avoiding the sight I cannot stand with a dreary pale day
And then I feel it on the nape of my neck A hint of warmth kissing my skin
I turn around gazing out my window and see in the gray light the size of a pin
I try not to build on my hopes the thin ray of light might be gone in a tick
And then it happened the clouds parted way amazing ling quick

within a moment I was a washed in light blinding brilliant and glaring so bright
it was like the day had defeated the night leaving the world with breathtaking sight
The orb of energy colored the sky in outrages shadows and countless hues
the godly object painting its art from star to star the cosmos its muse

I moved with a pace to open the door I flung it open with a giddy delight
the clouds burned away by the waking of ra the life giving force of comfort and might
the rays that touched the flesh of my face washed in warmth a faint tingle
Colors above began to dissipate lose there sharpness leave then un mingle

now the sky retains the majestic color of the all welcoming blue
now nothing can stop the suns life and energy from making it through
the moments I spent outside my front door revitalized my heart filled my soul
I dare not stare into the great star the center so bright a positive hole

I stood there soaking up the nectar my skin absorbing the vital beams
Before this day I thought the world could only be this beautiful in our dreams
Iam not sure to this day how long I enjoyed it how long did I stay
I took the time to indulge in the feeling the blinding array

The golden orb that gives life a chance nourishes its children down below
refreshes my outlook changes the day shinning down for the rest to grow
to bathe in its glory heat on my skin sensations burn from my feet to my chin
summer is coming in its time the way it has always done the way its been

Shading my eyes from the fiery glare I take a last glance at the burning sphere
so filled up inside with light and warmth my lets out a rejoice full tear
Once again it will set in the sky but it doesn’t take long for it to appear
to give the life that we all so crave and to make our days a little more clear
a god to revere a star we hold dear every summer once every year it comes again
to greet us here banish the dark conquer our fear once again I will gaze and ill peer on the 
celestial being 
that owns the sky the liquid fire mother our sphere


Details | Didactic | |

step forward and choose life

I've grown tired of feeling dead and of making the wrong choices
so I've decided to choose life and to take heed of the heavenly voices
I've made so many decisions that were spiritually wrong 
for I did not take them before the altar of God where they first belonged

God wants us to choose life and to live our lives in the blessing
and desires that we have an existence that is free of anxious stressing
to think right, to eat right and to do what's godly in mind
to love one another, to respect each other and be a reflection of God's kind
to make the right choices in order to determine one's life course
to do what is necessary to continue one's life force
to making the right decisions that will leave a lasting legacy
to making the right choices that will insure man's continuity
to look beyond one's self and towards the future generation
to choose life and not death for all of creation

Jesus said "step forth" to that man with the withered hand
and then He asked the crowd of on-lookers of His actions "did they understand?
He wanted to know if they were accepting of what He was about to do
If it was more godly to choose life and not man's laws in full view
a critical moment awaited, a decision needed to be defined
to choose life over death He wanted to know what was on their mind

God wants us to step forward and choose life in our finances, fitness and faith
God wants us to be healed in every aspect of living that we undertake
to stretch out our hands to Him in faith whenever He does call
to trust that He will lift us up by His grace if we should fall
to step forward with a desire to be more healthy and physically fit
to choose life and have discipline with our bodies and our spirits
to step forward and believe that He will preside over our financial predicaments
and trusting in Him to provide by tithing to Him our ten percent
to step forward and make the right choice by choosing life
to step forward and stretch out our hands to be healed by Jesus the Christ





Details | Light Poetry | |

Pew Wee

Best day

   I'll Say

Was When

   Seen Him

Wipe Ass

   With Mask

I laughed

  Such Craft

Gasping

  Grasping

Tearing
   Hearing


Yelling

  Telling

I'm Done

  No  Fun


Details | I do not know? | |

Dust, Behind

Feeling the anger, rage from within
Just a feeling, passing by slowly
Why do we hang onto anger?
It just blows with the wind
Into the distance unknown
Why not in an instant forget?
Like a shooting star passing
Only to vanish
To not put a crater into the earth
And leave not but a scar in the soft ground
Why let it cling to you?
Break free from the hands
The hands that hold you to revenge
You owe not a thing to anger
It has done nothing but cause pain, sorrow
Just let it go
Leave it in the dust behind you
Buried, under your feet

---
Note:
This poem is meant to inspire. Not from my actual point of view but, from my deepest-inner-passive side.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wide open eyes

What will happen to me.
i didnt want to know.
she gave the advice i didnt want.
will i fail
will i keep my head high
im afraid,
deathly.
of whoever has chosen my fate
i dared to ask.
she says
who knows, 
not i said she
believe what you believe, 
love what you love,
and live how you havent lived
i thank her
and told her,
her ramblings didnt make sense.
so just go away.
i get up, grab my ciggs,
my lighter, 
and head to the bathroom
im back to where i started
staring at another white wall
smoke clouding my brain
the deathly smell lingering and clinging to my hair
I think i think i think
when ill quit these bad habits.
and open my wide eyes?


Details | Blank verse | |

Never

Damn. 
 
And to think they ended. and my start began. 
Bam. i just fall again. 
Literally. 
My body becomes loose like a fallen leaf off a tree during fall. 
As everyone is aware of my falling. 
Im sucluded in nothing but a black hole of nothing.
 
As i hear the murmur of sounds around me. 
Sounds like the volumes going up. 
Someone is shining more light on me...
Wondering how long i layed there...
this time..
 
As my mind races...
as fast as the race horses around the last bend.
what did i hit this time...can i move...
BOOM...BOOM..BOOM..BOOM...
That's my heart right now...more than just a thump
 
I want to be able to not worry about this...
but how can you...
when you have a child....Well imma give him my heart
When you want to accomplish school..Well imma give it my all
When you just want to live your life...Im not going to fall..
Fall mentally that is..Fail i dont know what that is...
 
So all the bruises i have from my battles with my health..
and the ground..
From the nerves they take over my body..
When it should be my strength..
Ill let my heart beat as hard as it wants...
Cause im not going to let myself stop...


Details | Bio | |

Don't Smoke!

I smoke and I choke has my
lungs fill up with smoke.
Yes, it is my addiction
a tobacco confliction.
I smoke to ease my pain
and stress to realize 
I am not at my best.
Only to realize I made a mistake.
Life is at a balance,
a scale that can't be replaced.
My lungs are turning black
filled with tar and nicotine.
My oxygen levels dropped
and my lips are turning blue.
The smell of tabacco reeks
on my body and tares at my soul
Only to be told I won't be 
able to grow old.
My lungs have weakened and my
heart has taken a toll.
How do I tell my children/
I won't be there to give them hugs
and advice.
Except one that took my life!
DON'T SMOKE!


Details | Rhyme | |

Banquet

You have filled our cups to overflowing
and broken bread with your loving kindness showing
prepared a banquet of Truth upon which we dine
and nourished us with the Spirit of your wine

You do supply with the fare that we need
the endless bounty to sustain us do you feed
fruitful is the table where you have us led
so starving is the world who dine not upon your Bread

Take eat for his body broken was for you
and drink for the wine of his Spirit only True
you must ingest his teaching Word by Word
assimilate to understanding what you've heard

We must consider and upon your law reflect
till comprehension can lead path to circumspect
for with you is where all knowledge can be found
that like rain does water all our ground

God has richly furnished fodder to his sheep
led them to the water that slakes a thirst so deep
with guidance to astounding meadows fair
for he wishes with you his enlightenment to share

He did empty the heavens of his Son
so the sharing of his table could be won
for everlasting Life does fertilize our ground
and to partake of his Spirit we be found

sources 23rd Psalm John 6:26-69 7:37-39
John 21:15-17 Matt 26:26-29 16:12-16
1John 2:27

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

Vomit

i like to think that my words come out of my mouth
spilling everywhere
filling the room
through everyones mind
captivating every breath
talk freely without critisism
but i have relized these words
these thoughts
these wishes
only come from my mind
and they die outloud
all that comes out now adays is
displeasing news
ugly words
fake laughs and feelings
and the stupidest of mistakes
the fumbling, the mumbling, and the regretable mishaps
i guess, its just not my thing to talk.


Details | Rhyme | |

Physical

We seldom see the heart
But are quick to judge the physical;
We look at the outward appearance
And seldom are we spiritual.


Details | Lanterne | |

Heartbeat Is A Love Beat { Lanterne}

                                                            heart
                                                      thump thump
                                                    click clack click
                                                    tick tock tick tock
                                                             beat







Take Care Of Your Heart


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Morning Tea (Epulaeryu)

Western delish scrambled eggs Warm country biscuits Spread with soft and cool cream cheese Crispy bacon?—Please! Herbal tea blending Flavor ascending This is so Good! © Joseph, 10/10/2007 © All Rights Reserved The Epulaeryu poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first has seven syllables, second line five, third line seven, fourth line five, fifth line five, sixth line three, and seventh line only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. The Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. Each line has one thought relating to the meal, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph Spence.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm So Thankful To The Lord

 

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!
 

By Jim Pemberton 
  01/25/11


Details | Sestina | |

THE DREARINESS OF AN EMPTY HOME

After a hard day's work,
these weary feet drag me home,
with the urge of pulling the cork
from the red wine chilling in the cooler;
and smell steaming pasta primavera into a large bowl...
before I am tempted by my gluttonery desire!
  

Simple pleasures like relaxing my elbows
on a comfortable leather sofa,
with legs stretched-out on soft cotton pillows
and watching a dramatic soap opera;
pop-corn, potato-chips and beer...
yes, for a toast to health, indeed!


I may start to yawn and fall asleep...
unless, through my open window, spiders will slowly creep;
and crawl onto my arms and face,
but one sneeze blows them away, and
trust me on this:  the others won't certainly play around,
when they hear the scheme of my surprise!   


And if ideas bubble up into my energetic brain,
more plentifull than memories they'll tap this imagination;
and with pen and pad I'll spend hours contemplating inspiration,
and shouldn't it come swiftly while I cool off by the oscillating fan,
the dreariness of an empty home can effect my solitary mood:
and more than a melancholic moon...I'll vainly brood!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Epulaeryu | |

An Apple A Day (Epulaeryu)

Fill me with love my soul cries
Sweet fruit for my life
Comforting is your pure sight
Rapture of your skin
Takes away mine ills
Oh apple
Spice!

© Joseph 1/1/08
© All Rights Reserved


This religious Epulaeryu is based on Song of Solomon 2:5. The “Epulaeryu” 
poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-
three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line five, the third 
line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the 
seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. Each 
line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu poetic form 
syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the main 
course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement 
and feelings about the meal.  The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph 
Spence.


Details | Cinquain | |

Hot Doggie {Cinquain}

                                                     hotdog
                                             bun lengthening
                                             juicy sizzling fresh
                                       grilling boiling firepit cold
                                                    campout


Details | Ode | |

HIS NAME IS NICK

through his mom he has come to know me 
and my disability.I couldn't get off the toilet in his house as there were no hand rails
I asked his mom if the young man 20,would be uncomfortable giving me a pull up
she said if I was ok with it he would be too.Nick came to the door and flexed his muscles
to pull this large woman up,i saw  such pride in his moms eyes.my heart sank having to
have to ask him for the help.As my visit continued with his mom in the coffee shop.Nick
must have called 20 times to ask if I needed him.now my eyes filled with pride to know
such a fine young man when so much is wrong with the youth today.God bless America,God
Bless Nick


Details | I do not know? | |

WEAVES

Weaves with such ease 
Eternal seas and suns into One
Avenues of harmless fun
Venture in, the surfs up some.
Equal marks of day and night 
Shorter ways to the longest light
Seems to save time…
Eave emits a Vernal rhyme
Venture into my mind.
Autumn signals the same
Eternally we see without shame
We ARE the intended perfection

Of God’s most loving devotion
We are Creation.

Winter Solstice
Equinox
Autumnal
Vernal
Equinox
Summer Solstice


Details | Free verse | |

Self-Acceptance

A prisoner to the fat.
Devouring self joy.
Longing to heal.
Celebrating the life,
God has given.
Smiling and laughing,
I embrace this sexy belly.
An angel of desire,
Naked and wet,
I take my breath away.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Rhyme of Health, and Blessing

Upon the spirits of love, and bliss
The powers of peace, and harmony
The soil I plant my feet within,
And the Goddess; I do humbly serve thee…
Grant me now this fine fettle wish,
To cleanse me of all impurities
To fill my heart, my body, my spirit
With the grain of fruitful beginnings.
By Light, by life, by love, by laughter,
And by the law of which I follow;
Upon the rising incense smoke 
May all I seek be hallowed.
So mote it be!


Details | Rhyme | |

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”


Details | I do not know? | |

Open?

my eyes are open 
and my mouth is shut
my emotions are free
and my hands are still
my laughter is flying
and my body is confined
my love is endless
but my time is short.


Details | Couplet | |

Weed And Feed

On my day's journey
Think going to a basketball tourney

Stopped by sisters house
It was as quiet as a mouse

Out in her garden she sits
Hoe claw and gloves of misfits

Peddle pushers to kaboot
Gotta love her for she's a hoot

She kept digging at those weeds
And filling the holes with new seeds

I asked if she was tired of this
She replyed no as she turned and twist

See hoeing your garden
Is like a life's pardon

You might say it's like losing weight
Shedding unwanted pounds you hate

The hurries and worries
Even if their some kind of snow flurries

As we laughed and cried
I felt more pride

For my sister did it to me once again
Helped me weed out my own garden from within










Details | Couplet | |

Living & Giving

Another blessing on another day
Just another chance to pray

Pray for what, “Well lets see”
Everything the Lord does for me

Not to mention what he does for my wife
Praise be to God what a wonderful life

Facing life on its own terms
Was a lesson we had to learn

Had to learn to say “no’ to the high
Stay on the ground and reach the sky

Whatever we need we get for free
Lord looking out for us you see

Wanted some plants to landscape the yard
Lady said no its all-free put up your card

I’ll even come by and offer my advice
Heard from Brian you folk are really nice

Then I’ll bring the rest of the plants for free
Need help planting count on my family and me

Spiritual Enlightenment is all I can say
Living and giving is the only right way

Never pushing our forcing advice
Let our actions be our words of life

Living by example with no words said
Come on in lets break us some bread

Day started off in so much pain
Getting out of bed seemed in vein

But as I end this poem all I can say
What a wonderfully beautiful special day

Another day the Lord filled our need
Man I love the joy of spreading seed

For each seed planted ten more sprout
We use what we need and give the rest out

Which in turn brings so many more
Living and giving is what life is for


--------------------------------------------
Today I started my day on the site waiting
on my Doctor worried i had a large blood
clot in my leg - Thank God it wasn't and 
the rest of the day - God sure does bless 
us. God Bless and Good night from
Michael, Toni & Michaela


Details | Lyric | |

Aunt Beryl, Your Last Journey

Now your struggles are ended,
Of body and mind.
May your battles be remembered, 
With our passing time.

For years you had suffered,
Pain capturing your will,
Destroying all promises,
Of the day you would be healed.

We' re shared precious moments,
And at time revealing our fears,
We talked of those days we'd,
Soon be over the hill.

I felt in your footsteps,
And saw you in mine,
Those times we discussed,
Your life with pain,
And I with mine.

I've thought of you often,
And even at times did shed a tear,
I had ask our Creator to look upon you,
As "special" and let your remaining days,
Be free of all your pains and fears.

You told me of some good times,
And even shared some of your blues,
I've seen the tracks of loneliness,
Thru a blinded tear or two.

We both knew our days were not forever,
And our stories would have to end.
I'll cherish those times we opened our hearts,
And in sharing our pains,
We both found a friend.

Your body and spirit are parted now,
Each going their own seperate way,
A journey I think you welcomed,
After so many darken days.

Friends, as well as loved ones,
Knew of your kindness within,
We now mourn for your departure,
For life's battle, you did not win.

Now your body free of pain at last,
Now peace will live with you forever,
In that bright glorious land.

Remember?  I told you of a tunnel?
Not to far away from here?
And that bright light was waiting...
And what peace you would find within.

Now you know I have been there,
For before you it all appears,
Just as I told you,
The bright light will dry your tears.

Now I know not of this other world you are in,
I only know of the journey,
Of which you have been.

When you reunited with our Maker,
I know your final home you found,
May God walk with you,
As you explore those Heavenly grounds.

Aunt Beryl I will miss you,
And think of you often....
YOU know I realized THEY were real,
And would some day separate your body from your soul.

Close your eyes and welcome your sweet rest,
For time is of no more.

Your loved ones all gathered,
With sorrow showing about,
Unbound tears fell as soft raindrops, seeming as tho,
They wanted to shout.

 The flowers beautifully laid about you all aglow,
Your beauty giving inspiration,
As if for them to grow.

With life gone from your body,
And the spirit from your soul,
I now feel your story must be told.


 


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I Waited For the Lord And He Heard My Cry

I waited patiently for the Lord,
 and he heard my cry…
He answered; “ALL of your needs… 
 I shall supply!”

He brought me out of the pit… 
 And the miry clay.
He set my feet…  On a solid rock to stay!

He put a new song in my mouth
 and praise to the Lord…
As I see more of God… 
 My faith has been restored!

Blessed is he who, in the
 Lord, puts his trust.
Serving and loving HIM…  I know that I must!

 I think of the mighty things
 he has already done…
From the early morning,
  till the setting of the sun..

I could speak of your great works. 
They are more than I can remember.
Your splendor and majesty
shine today and forever!

I shall be eternally grateful 
for his love extended…
You’ve forgiven all of my sins… 
 And are to be commended!

You, oh my God, are holy, loving
 and very kind.
Your promises shall always 
stand the test of time!

Thank you!  For  what  you’ve done…
 And so much more!
You truly are awesome!  
And are worth living for!!!

By Jim Pemberton   09/10/10
Read Psalm 40:1-8


Details | Senryu | |

You've Been Chopped

fine tuned precision
mandolin wheels slicers ect
you've been chopped - goodbye




Tribute To Fine Foods


Entry For 
Matt Caliri's 
The Job Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Tumor Talk

Diagnosis' free floating through re circulated air.
Sunken eyes, bald heads, aching bodies sit in chairs meant for comfort.
The scent of fear mingling with sickness and the faint tinge of hope.
Bodies having been pushed to the limits yet still going on.
Idle chit chat never made.
Deep conversations circling around a common denominator.
The dreaded "C" word.
My own story locked tight between pursed lips.
My eyes downcast, having heard these similar tales many times before.
My own condition hits hard as I settle in my own chair.
Knowing I have my own tumors that reside deep in my bones.
My medications at home lined on the counter,
Soldiers ready for the battle to stunt growth...
To help intravenous drugs freeze my illness.
To put it to sleep as if a fussy child.
My own prayers silently whispered...
Sleep needs to come and overtake these tumors.
My deepest fears long realized, long ago accepted.
Knowing that as sleep ever so slowly folds itself
Around my tumors the inevitable will happen.
Just as a fussy child fights sleep and once gives in
Rests deeply and peacefully...
As the child will awaken my tumors will awaken and then spread.
Most of these others here have cures.
I have the inevitable.
But I too have hopes.
I still have dreams.
I long for tomorrows held out of my grasp.
Battling for mental and physical strength to just push on.
To not give into the doubts and fears.
To know that I'm here for a reason.
May not be for the common good of mankind, but something.
My tumor talk spreads as words on paper,
Not floating on currents of air or streams of blood.
My tumor talk once written can now begin my legacy of passed on hope.
Of being here to witness tomorrows that blessedly,
Have been put in my hands and those of others.


Details | Sonnet | |

My Healing Hammock

Lying on my bed of strings made with love
my Casanova with sheer wings so pure
season my skin with your ichorous glove
faith divinely soars to vow all a cure

Ah, two souls will sing melodiously
spiritually fused together at last
intricate healing needed you'll see
hence conflict of interest shall surpass

Zealously I love your soul forevermore
for being the warrior you truly are
for opening my hearts shoaled corridor
while all along erasing my souls last scar

I remain in this hammock made of love
healed I am by our faith in the spirit above.


Details | Lyric | |

Please Say A Pray For Carl

I have a friend that called me last night
He called to tell me the biopsy had came back
Hearing the hesitance in his voice
 I tried to braced myself for what was about to be heard

As he began telling me the bad news
I felt my body weakening 
I felt my hands began to shake
I felt my tears swelling up inside
Oh God how I needed to cry

He has fought so hard the first time around
Doing each and everything he was told to do
Obeying his doctors
Abiding by all the rules
His desires to conquer
This thing called "cancer"
Never failed to show through

But this time his spirit doesn't seem the same
The eagnerness in his voice has not remained
Being the man of which he is
Has dealt  with misfortune
For many years

His childhood days brought him "polio"
Slowing him down
But once an adult
It never stopped him from carrying 
Life's heavy load

His adult years has been spend
Working and striving to pay his bills
Wanting hand outs was not his will

Now that the "cancer" has spread
To other parts within
I pray that God will spare him
For this is a good man

I ask of all who may read my words
Please say a pray for Carl
And may our voices all be heard
 
          And to Pam, Carl's girlfriend, may I add
                   Thank you for being the kind
                       And loving person you are
                           And thank you for loving my dear friend.


Details | I do not know? | |

Shallow Cries

Dreams of a dreamer
thoughts of misuse,
Climb through her veins
as guidance eludes.

Freedom is free
and love is true,
But sadness is left
watching over you.

She'll scream 
and cry,
but the walls will not break.
Trapped in her head
with no escape.

Too much time 
will pass her by,
as she remains in
Shallow cries.


Details | I do not know? | |

CIRCADIAN RHYTHM

A humming-bird hums 
A harmonious hymn-
Of circadian rhythm
And alleviates tension !


Details | Rhyme | |

Blessed Is He Who Delights In The Lord


Blessed is he, who walks not in the
 counsel of the ungodly.
Nor seeks counsel in their "wisdom" or folly.

Blessed is he, that doesn't stand 
in the way of sinners too.
Nor takes part in the things
 that scorners do.

Blessed is he, who deilghts in 
obeying God's commands.
He is attentive to his voice,
 and understands.

Blessed is he, who meditates
 on HIS word day and night.
It's the truth of his word, 
which gives him delight!

He shall be like a tree planted by
 the streams of water.
Though the fiery trials of life
 seem to get hotter.

He shall bear God's
 fruit in due season.
His love for him is the reason.

When trouble comes his way...
he shall not wither.
God will protect him...  
 as a believer!

In all that he does... 
his life will be blessed!
In Christ.... he'll find peace 
 and a haven of rest...
 
Blessed is he who is rooted 
and grounded in HIM.
Who seek HIS ways and 
call God friend.

Blessed are YOU ... 
very much indeed!
Jesus is here now... 
and he's all you'll ever need!

By Jim Pemberton
2008
  




Details | Free verse | |

Health

Health is about
Public awareness
In-depth interconnectedness
Spiritual consciousness
Mental aliveness
Emotional fitness
Meaning, wholness
Global welleness.


Details | Free verse | |

Looking forward to another day

All the tears i've cried

Were all because you lied

I'm slowly breaking on the inside

And now all of my love has died

 

You used to be my prince

Until that first time you ever made me wince

You left so many prints

And my hearts been broken ever since

 

I took a chance with you

And my face ended up black and blue

 I thank god everyday now that we"re through

So that I can try move on to someone new

 

He is my prince

He never makes me wince

Or leaves any prints

and my heart has been better ever since

 

He always wants to stay

I hear my name when he prays

He makes the nightmares stay at bay

And now I can say I'm looking forward to another day.


Details | Lyric | |

KISS ME, I'M AUTISTIC!

MY MIDDLE BABY GIRL STOPPED SPEAKING @ 2
NO MORE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR
NO MORE BRIGHT EYES TO STARE AT YOU
NO MORE LAUGHTER.  NO MORE JOY
NO MORE BEGGING FOR “DAT TOY, MOMMY!  DAT TOY!!!”

JUST AN EERIE UNWELCOMED SILENCE
ODD BEHAVIOR, AND PIERCING SHRIEKS
REPETATIVE INCOHERENT PHRASES
AND MANY NIGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP

HOW I WISHED I COULD CLIMB INSIDE YOUR MIND
TO SEE HOW YOU SAW
TO HEAR HOW YOU HEARD
TO FEEL ALL YOU FELT
WHY YOU REACTED TO ONLY ‘THOSE’ WORDS

WHAT CAN EVER COMARE WITH WATCHING A CHILD
EXISTING WITHIN A SILENCED WORLD
BOTH UNIFORMED, YET WILD

THEN A REVELATION OF ANSWERED PRAYERS
TO BELIEVE, EXPECT,  AND HOPE, AND RECEIVE
THE WONDERMENT OF EXPERIENCING GOD’S DIVINE HEALING

FROM SILENCE TO SPOKEN WORDS
FROM NO HUGS, TO INITIATED EMBRACES
TO HAVE THOSE BEAUTIFUL BRIGHT GREEN EYES
STARING PURPOSEFULLY AT MY FACE

NOW SHE SPEAKS, AND SHE SINGS, AND SHE WHINES, AND COMPLAINS
DRAWING IMAGES WITH SUCH DETAIL NEVER BEFORE SEEN
AND SHE WORSHIPS THE LORD JESUS WHOM SHE SAYS WAS ALWAYS THERE
CAN YOU SEE HER AT THE ALTER DANCING, AND PRAISING
AS IF SHE HASN’T A CARE?


Details | Free verse | |

A Mother's Love

Teenage daughter sick with cancer
Feeling sad, blue, and chemo ugly
Crying tears of grief wanting to die 
Seeking relief from the whole situation

Mother desperate to help daughter
Lighten the load of horror exposed
Into the bathroom goes
With the clippers all her hair goes, goes

A mother's love goes the extra mile
A mother's love gives that extra smile
A mother's love gives, gives, gives
A mothe's love goes radiates all the while

(Not original idea but from a movie that I am watching called "My Sister's 
Keeper".)


Details | Rhyme | |

God Gives A Moment Of Opportunity

A Moment of Great Opportunity…


Living for Jesus—
What more could be said?
A moment of great opportunity
lies ahead.

An opportunity to live according
to God’s divine plan.
Even though I don’t
always understand.

A moment with Jesus
is time well spent.
May I give him my all...
100 percent!

In him, I’m complete, having
been made whole.
An opportunity now—
to reach the lost soul!

Jesus working through me 
is where it begins.
Satan is defeated—
Jesus always wins!

This moment of opportunity 
is mine to live.
May a servant’s heart
I continually give.

I’m thankful for the opportunity
of being born again.
A new life in Jesus is
where it all begins!

In the days ahead—
there’s a joy that waits.
An opportunity to one day—
enter heaven’s gates!

By Jim Pemberton
C. 2008


Details | Lyric | |

Into the Deep

Perspective's changing
Paradise waits for all
You needn't fear a thing
As death begins to call

Slowly you fall into the depths of peace
Surrounded by the sun
Its shining so bright
Burning your soul into new life
Overwhelming
The joy washes over you
You've realized
What you've always known

The world shines beneath your feet
The entire universe sits inside your hand
Knowing grants power
You can obtain it all
Change the world
to grant you happiness
See that joy is not hopeless

You are
You know that for sure
The one thing existing
Its all your choosing
The times you were winning
The times you were loosing

Time itself
Dies as you find yourself
Lost with a sure sense of where you're going
In a maze always growing
The constant learning
making it all so simple

Slowly you fall deeper into the depths of peace
Enveloped by the sun
Enlightened by its brilliant rays
Igniting the immortal fire within' your heart
Overpowered
Strength flows through your veins
You know
What you've always known
You know
You've always been


Details | I do not know? | |

"WARNING MY POEM ARE" 2/21/09

  	 "WARNING MY POEM ARE" 2/21/09

So real, so very real
and did i say, real
every poem, well just about every poem is real...
one or two lines, maybe made-up to fit my mind set
it doesn't make the CRIMES I write about so untrue
or the loves lost even less painful
and I may never save one persons life or my own
but my poems are very, so very real
and let other stand-up and write
so other will not disregarded there own eyes...

aka:lyricvixen


Details | Free verse | |

Prayer for John Henry 1554

Father, we pray for those who are fighting ALS.
Lou Gehrig’s disease benched New York Yankee’s
First base player with over 2,130 consecutive games.
For those who are fighting ALS, Father, we pray,
We pray especially for John Henry’s healing.

Father look upon the 30,000 plus who are suffering.
Rilutek (Riluzole) is a drug with modest effects,
Myotrophin may slow some ALS progressions too.
The 30,000 plus who are suffering, Father, look upon,
We pray especially for John Henry’s healing.

Father, in 1874 Dr. Jean Charcot identified ALS.
Its cause is a mystery; revile it, and cure it we pray.
Glutamate in the brain has been examined as a cause.
Dr. Jean Charcot identified ALS, Father, in 1874,
We pray especially for John Henry’s healing.

Father, look upon physicians working for a cure.
Some say Neurotropic growth will stimulate cells,
Prevent further injury to neurons by free radicals.
Physicians working for a cure, Father, look upon,
We pray especially for John Henry’s healing.

Father, strengthens John Henry’s nutritional health.
Improve his muscles, strength, and mental support
Bless Cal Ripkin and John Hopkins for their help.
John Henry’s nutritional health, Father, strengthen,
We pray especially for your miraculous healing.

Dear Lord, hear our prayer, Amen!



Comments:  Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) is a progressive disease of the 
Central Nervous System.  John Henry is fighting this ailment.  Let’s join in prayer 
for a cure for this disease.  Janmp has issued a challenge for poems.  God 
bless each of you always.







Details | Free verse | |

Early AM Yoga

Sweltering skin upon sweltering skin,
Movement in the early morning heat,
My eyes are enlightened,
Without even opening.


Details | Concrete | |

God's Gift

I rode a bus a day,
A beauty in the seat-
Was sitting fair and gay-
And was looking most neat.

She was looking as if-
From her pinky lips-
Heaven's beauty has made its very appearance ,
Oh! What a mind soothing loveliness.

I had an ardent desire,
If her grace could I hire-
Oh! God isn't it possible -
To coverup myself with her beauty a little?

A scene of hers seemed shocking-
She got up-her beauty seemed mocking;
Oh!How lucky I am;
Not lame and blinded like the very mam!!

Thank you God for giving,
A healthy pair of eyes for seeing ,
A pair of limbs for walking, 
And a healthy mind for  interacting .

Oh men don't look at other's gracefulness,
It could be filled with much sadness,
Take a look into thyself-
Its too much to satisfy oneself.



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challenge

Why is life so mysterious?
Why is living so bacterious?
When I were a child,
My relations were all mild,
What was wrong in my growth?
If natural growth has ugly myth,
I lost my path and broken my heart.
Why is human grace so factecious?


Details | Free verse | |

HEALING

There is no healing
Without meaning
And no meaning
Without wholeness
No wholeness
Without holiness
No holiness
Without  relatedness
In-depth relatedness
With all there has been
With all there is
With all there is 
about to be.

Healing
Is the inward journey
Beyong the pysical body
Healing Aacall
To the internal pharmacy
A call for more identity
A call for more integrity
A call for more  inner intimacy
A call for more innerharmony.


Details | Quatrain | |

MUCH A-DO

                                                  MUCH A-DO

We cannot worry over-much,
'Bout things we can't control.
Too much worry disrupts life,
And at length rots the soul.

Worrying 'bout this and that,
Can spoil your whole demeanor,
Causing you to disdain,
What makes your pastures greener.

Reality of fact is that,
Life has it's ups and downs,
Stomp and snort all that you please,
And growl and glance around,

To find someone to blame it on,
Although no one's to blame;
Sometimes things happen, this is true,
And it's to no one's shame.

Often we avoid some things,
But sometimes we just can't,
If we could go through life unscathed,
We'd be some kind of plant,

That simply sits, says not a word,
And never does a athing;
So learn to take life as it comes,
Relax and learn to sing;

For worry never solved a thing,
In fat it gives you ulcers,
And makes you old before your time,
So relax, gain some culture.

Learn to control your inner chi,
Your yen and then your yang,
Because worrying all the time,
Won't gain you one dang thang.

                                              Judy Ball


Details | I do not know? | |

Glow

Glow
Look at me!
My body’s
Fresh, new
And shapely too!

Watch me bloom
Like a wild red rose,
Watch my character
And confidence
     grow,
          grow
             and grow


As I become a
Glowing beautiful woman
That everyone wants
To know.

Watch my life take
Flight to places
That are unknown.


The world’s my
Open book,
Now let me
Start my
Amazing story!

I’m ready
To go,
Watch me glow.


Details | Rhyme | |

How Beautiful Is Our God

How beautiful is our God... 
And I shall praise him greatly!
His presence has blessed me 
and filled my life completely,

In Mt. Zion, he's to be praised... 
in the beauty of his holiness.
He's more than worthy of praise,
 in his glory and righteousness.

The joy of the earth...  
and beautiful is the situation...
To all of mankind... He's extended 
mercy and salvation.

He is known in high places as a
 God of refuge and shelter.
I will shout of his praise...
 there's no reason to whisper.
 
He is our God, and forever 
and ever, he shall reign.
He's is worthy of all praise... 
that is due to his name!

He shall lead and guide me
 from birth until death.
And his praise shall continually 
be on my breath.

Thanks be to God for 
everything he has done!
And  thanks to him 
for sending Jesus... HIS son!

He gives everlasting water 
that never shall run dry.
It is no secret how much
 he loves you and I!

By Jim Pemberton
Read Psalm 48: 1-4



Details | Epulaeryu | |

Sirloin Treat (Epulaeryu)

Soft pink candle light flickered
Baked sirloin on plate
Sparkling champagne bubbling
Onions and mushroom
Nice gravy on top
So wonder—
Ful!


© Joseph 6/5/07
© All Rights Reserved




Comments: The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists 
of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the 
second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth 
line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an 
exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The 
Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines 
built around the main course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the 
writer’s excitement and feelings about the meal.  The Epulaeryu poetic form was 
invented by Joseph Spence.
 


Details | Light Poetry | |

TIME OFF

to work
you
need to be alert
have a cold
then be bold
if your sick
be quick
you
live in a loft
takes some 
TIME OFF


Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Taken The Time To Let God Know

Have you taken the time to tell 
God how much you love him?
He is awesome and there is no greater
power that's "above him"

Have you taken the time to tell
God how thankful you are?
The one who formed the earth,
the heavens and the stars...

Have you taken the time to thank him for his grace?
His beauty and glory are seen all over the place...

Have you taken the time to meditate
on his words given?
The Bible needs to be the direction
for the way you're livin'!

Have you taken the time to think
 about all that he's done?
You're here today because
of the sacrifice of his son!

Have you taken the time to think
 of his beautiful creation?
He rules above all kings, presidents, or any nation...

Have you thought about the planets
in the heavens above?
All that we can see is a reflection
of his power and great love!

Have you thought about the relationship
 this God wants with you?
He's waiting to come into your life.
What will you do?

Think for just a moment of heaven's
special invitation...
Won't you accept the Lord 
and his free gift of salvation.?

Think about God's gift of life that is
offered to you and me...
Christ can change you and give you life abundantly!

By Jim Pemberton   
04/18/11


Details | Rhyme | |

Shine On - Feng Shui Crystal

Shine on, Shine on, O prism of glass
Spread your spectra across my life
Infuse your magic into a late morning dance
Your energies transfix me into a welcome trance.

Shine on, Shine on, wipe away my strife
Shine on, O glorious faceted jewel of my life
A liquid mirror, a yuletide pool
Frozen heartsong, Feng Shui tool.

When infant Spring's rays of lights hang low
Your rainbow of colors begin to dance and glow
In late afternoon's long luminous light
Your glories are revealed, in prisms of brights.

Your rainbows dance, without a sound
Your colors are everywhere, your magic abounds
You share Einstein's theories of Light and Space
Happily abundant, all colored vibrancy of crystal lace.

Late in the day, when the sun sinks low
Your presence fades away, it's the end of the show
Your dance to the unheard music stops
Your rainbows have come, and now they must go.

 
Copyright Christine A Kysely December 18, 2010

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,


Details | Lyric | |

Life In A Box

As I sat today surrounded by millions of words,
As I glazed at the sheets....
Each bearing my emotions,
Or bearing one of my pains, 
But with each bearing an unbelievable story,
One that desperatly needs to be told....

My life of twenty-three years, 
All lay before me now,
Almost all running together,
Almost all becoming the same.

I upon paper started to write, 
As I began my fight for survial,
And the fight for my life.
That year being 1983... 
But yet now seeming as tho.....
Maybe just a year or so ago....

When a simple visit to a dentist....
Left me it's horrors....
And robbed me of my life...
My youth seeming to vanish over night.....

Not knowning......
The trails that lay ahead...
 Would soon just add...
 To my already living fears.

I know now all this paper became....a path....
A path chosen.....
Chosen, to carry me thru.....
Thru the up coming months of misery....
And many heartbreaking tears....

Yes today as I look into this box...
My life before me.....I am forced to recall.....
As sheets of paper.... 
Some faded with age...
All beganing revealing years of the ..... 
Unkowning.......
Years of my fears.....

Surgeons not knowing.... 
What the out come would be.....
Each trying so hard to just help me.....
Each knowing my sanity was laying.....
Laying close on the line..... .
 
Yes my pains were great....
And my spirits were low....
Pain had engulfed me....
As misery had taken its toll.....

You see my life as I had known it....
 All ended one day.....
I was left with lock jaw....
And oh in such a brutal way.....

I was left unattented..... 
With the matter growing worse.....
For the dentist that had harm me.....
Saw not the need to help me.....
But rather to hide behind....
His unexperienced years.

 With years passing...
And proper help not to be found....
My life was all shattered about me....
As my hope of recovery....
Began vanishing with time.....
 
So now I live with the results....
I live with all the disbelives....
Tho I surived it's wrath....
 I became a victim...
A victim of a crime.....

With these words all about me......
And as I said......
Each revealing a path....
All I ask when you read them...
Remember they helped  to save me....
On the many days....
I thought were my last......



Details | I do not know? | |

Belief In The Lord

Keeping me ill for eleven years,
Makes me wonder why for so long,
Then I realize it was Your plan [for my life] all along.

You are so real, I can just feel
The safety when I ask You to hold me.
Faith in most people is dying,
Many people are crying.

Wonder where You are.
I don't like to believe scientists are perfectly smart
(Nor do I like to believe religious leaders are righteous),
Because I know that Your Power is at work.

You bring others home by making them die,
That way they'll never need to cry again.
You keep some alive from accidents,
So they can accomplish what they were put here to do.

I believe You're walking us through,
To the end of this World Age,
To Your Revelation,
To Thy Kingdom that's been longed to come.


Details | Free verse | |

Overcoming the Fight (Sedoka)

Breast and cervical
Battles to fight and conquer
Female issues unlike men
Faith overcoming
Survivors of this ailment
Marching on with strength and love



Comments:  The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line 
poems called a katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7.  A Sedoka, 
pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing 
perspectives.  The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following 
syllable counts: 5/7/7.  This Sedoka addresses of the rising sun.


Details | Free verse | |

THE UNHEARD CRY

Listen to the built-in
Meaning-making-murmur.
In the deepest recess
Of your inner being
In the subtlest string
Of the music within
There is a small
There is a still
There a powerful inner voice
Crying out  for meaning
The cry is loud enough
To be heard all around
Please, read my eyes
Please, listen to my heart
Please, see the obvious signs
From my slightest sighs
The cry for meaning is boundless
The cry for meaning is timeless
The cry for meaning universal
The cry for meaning is personal


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Layer Of Warmth

As the golden sun adds a layer of warmth to the earth and all the creatures sing 
praise___bees hum buzzz, buzzz as they search for food where pickins' are few..Birds
chirp their different calls from chirrup, chirrup to Jim-my, Jim-my...Across the creek, the 
roosters' crows are getting weak about crowed out now that they have awaken the sun..
There is a stillness this morn_peace..It seems to be a lazy kind of morn__As if all the 
creatures know that God said rest on this day..If I miss rest and renewal it starts to tell 
on me body, soul, emotion, and spirit___Constantly aware that I need my time alone with 
God..


Details | Rhyme | |

I Waited Patiently For The Lord

I waited patiently for the Lord,
 and he heard my cry…
He answered; “ALL of your needs… 
 I shall supply!”

He brought me out of the pit… 
 And the miry clay.
He set my feet…  On a solid rock to stay!

He put a new song in my mouth
 and praise to the Lord…
As I see more of God… 
 My faith has been restored!

Blessed is he who, in the
 Lord, puts his trust.
Serving and loving HIM…  I know that I must!

 I think of the mighty things
 he has already done…
From the early morning,
  till the setting of the sun..

I could speak of your great works. 
They are more than I can remember.
Your splendor and majesty
shine today and forever!

I shall be eternally grateful 
for his love extended…
You’ve forgiven all of my sins… 
 And are to be commended!

You, oh my God, are holy, loving
 and very kind.
Your promises shall always 
stand the test of time!

Thank you!  For  what  you’ve done…
 And so much more!
You truly are awesome!  
And are worth living for!!!

By Jim Pemberton   09/10/10
Read Psalm 40:1-8


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The Unknown

I’m sitting and waiting, to meet with my doc, 
The time passes slowly, while watching the clock.

I have a disease, and some days aren’t the best,
I swear some ones putting, me through my life’s test.

Won’t know how I’ll feel, until I awake,
Will I act like myself or more like a flake?

My thinking and talking, sometimes they both lag,
I will go to the store, and forget a bag.

That darn short term memory, is the worst of all
I try handling the rest, even when I fall.

I have to write notes, though they seem like a book
I must write down a note, to make sure I look.

Sometimes I forget things, important ones too,
Like blowing out candles, or know what to do.

The kids say they’ve asked me, remembering… not!
But they are so happy, for what they just got.

There’s good days and bad days, I just never know
Will my eyes go wacky, or stub my big toe?

I must always laugh, or I’d sit and I’d cry
Oops, I burnt our dinner, but gave it a try.

The doorways seem smaller, like when I pass by
I hit the walls, with my knees or thigh.

I don’t want your pity, or sit all day long
I always keep active, it helps me stay strong.

I’ll trip over nothing, I laugh when I do
I hate when that happens, my foot sticks like glue.

This disease has no cure, they call it MS
Hopefully they’ll find, what causes this BS.


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Guided Speech

As the sun rises radiating its golden beams clearing the mist of morn__So I arise to 
meet the day's responsibilities_I believe that He has come with healing in His 
Wings_Pain is going away and relief is being restored___Draw me close let me be filled 
with Your Power...Guide my speech...Guide my thoughts as they are penned...Help my 
words be Love and Light being sprinkled with just the right amount of salt...Help my 
speech be healing and restorative connected to You and You alone...Thanks for the day 
to live for You once more..Amen


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Pass It On

a piece of bread
is what god had said

take it for it is I through the body of Christ
now to me that is quite a sight

as it lays amidst 
my hands tonight

for I often think of my brothers and sister in africa
and often think of them not being tucked in their beds

I often think of their innocent children 
who are lying dead

and I often keep thinking
of what God had said

so tonight I come to 
share my wine and bread instead 

with those others who may
have not been watered or fead

as my tears start to now shed
and start flowing beads of red

for it's the blood of christ
lost during his plight

so as I stare at this cup also tonight
I sip and pass it with being so polite

to my brothers and sisters in christ
for it leaves me feeling sheer delight


Tribute To Our Lord

Also Entry To Sami Al Khahli's
A Piece Of Bread Contest


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A PRAYER FOR GRANDMA

As I lie down to sleep,
I am praying to the Lord.
I am praying that my grandma knows,
That her life is worth living for.
Will you help my grandma?
Please help her understand,
That anything I do or say,
Is because I want to be that helping hand.
I love my grandma very much.
And I know that she knows I do.
Just help me Lord one more time.
Help me bring her closer to you.
I am asking this of you,
One time again.
And in your name I pray.
AMEN


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A Prayer For The Sick

Into tomorrow’s light
I will

Remember the beauty that

The lord took out time to
Create

And I will

Send up a prayer for the sick
In need of your touch

I do pray

You touch the eyes of those

Who is having trouble

Seeing all the beauty you create

For your sheep

“My Dear Lord”

Take your hand’s just wipe away
The tears

From the grief of sorrow laden
Heart’s tonight

Lord, just erased the weary hearts

That all lay in solitude

Last but “least my Lord”

Feed the hungry babies

They lay awake with empty

Stomach’s

I think I will just say “Thank
You Lord”

That Is all I ask of you
I Love you Lord

I’m your child please just

Rise your hand’s

And wipe away all this strife
Of this world

Amen, Amen


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Say no to drugs

My friends, Say no to drugs.
Drugs are life-eating bugs!
Say yes to God; surrender to win.
Say, in your home God now I am in!
Without God the end is hopeless
And with God the hope is endless!
Try to avoid your bad company.
Don’t hanker after excess money.
Don’t do anything that may trigger your obsession
“Easy does it” so you should control your emotion!
Write something good on life’s every page
And remember “First dose does the damage”.
The path of recovery journey is slippery –
Please be careful, don’t slip, don’t give up and don’t hurry.


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Who wants to be immortal?

Like a phoenix
you tumble, hurt, and renew;
you grow old and grey
and yet you live through.

As you watch those around you
slowly pass on,
your children, grandchildren;
yet still you're not done.

Technology booms,
the world grows much faster,
through wars and starvation;
watch weather's disaster.

Would you really want
to live through it all?
To be historic relic,
and be immortal?

I wouldn't.


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From darkness - light

Out goes old self - Touched
My mind opens
Ripples of comfort reach out
Connecting
I reach another
Truth drip feeds my mind
I'm open to it
Responsive
My faith prevails
Me - a new beginning


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I Have No Control, But...

I may not have control of your words
But I can have control over my response

I may not have control to stop your violence
But I can protect myself

I may not have control over loving you
But I can acknowledge its death

I may not have control over my memories
But I can replace them with happy thoughts

I may not have control over your movements
But I can find another path

I may not ever see you again
But I can feel your spirit

I may not have control over your pain
But I can tell you it is self induce

I may not have control over your future
But I can control mine




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Jesus NOT Drugs Is Our Hope

There was a time when I felt 
lonely and forsaken.
Everything I had was either gone or taken. 

 I lost all hope and had no place to stay.
Just trying to get through another day.

I thought that drugs would give
 me what I needed.
The "danger signs" in life... I no longer heeded.

I learned about "joints" and "tricks."
All I lived for...  was another "fix."

I felt no right or wrong. 
 No guilt or shame.
Then one night... An "angel of mercy" came.

"Jesus loves you!" Were whispered into my ear.
Without help soon.  I knew death was near!

This "angel" gave me a 
place to rest my head.
He seen to it that I was clothed and fed.

His words were filled with 
a message of hope.
I soon gave up all of my drugs and dope.

This "angel of God," gave me an invitation.
And soon I received God's gift of salvation.

I traded me "ashes" for God's
 mercy and grace.
I now have joy in my heart & 
a smile on my face.

God's love can do what no 
drugs could ever do!
He's here right now... and is waiting for YOU!


By Jim Pemberton
01.14.07


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In Spite of a Rising Sun

In spite of this rising, darkening sun
I will bathe in the rays of the brightest light
And stare straight at the source
To prove that I will not lay down to die
Or lie paralyzed

I will dance beneath the brightness
of a million tanning salons being burned to the ground
And sing songs over the sounds of their collapse
To show that I will not go without resistance


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I Can!

Moisture runs,
No reason,
I just felt like crying,
Is it crime?
Am I mad or sad for no apparent cause,
Is my rhyme scheme in question because of diction?
Screw it!
In the eyes of the beholder,
Is my face as it sits,
Changing for none,
My heart murky shall stay muddy,
My kinky hair will not be straight,
I'm crying for the wonderful purpose, 
I can!!


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Come To The Lord

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord…  
All of the lands!
Come together in one voice…
  And clap your hands!

Serve the Lord with gladness.  
Come into his presence with singing!
Delight yourself in him.  
With praise and thanksgiving!

Know that the Lord is God.  
And he made us all!
We are his people.  His sheep. 
 Let’s answer his call!

As we enter his gates with thanks
 and his courts with praise…
Let’s honor and serve him
 all of our days!

The Lord is very good.  
His mercy is everlasting.
Let’s honor him today...  
In prayer and fasting!

His truth shall be known,
 throughout the generations!
It’s only in him where we
 can find our salvation…

The Lord is God… 
His grace has no limit.
Come and worship him now…  
In both body and spirit…

His love has no boundary.  
His grace is freely givin’.
Accept his gift of love... 
 Be cleansed and forgiven!

By Jim Pemberton 01/02/11
Read Psalm Chapter 100


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MY Vision

Beyond my reach,
In a cycle of my vision,
A Moon was lightening on me,
And stars were twinkling.
Open Sky,
Where I, Moon and Stars,
Observing only our natural existence,
A star moved and flew away,
Beyond my sights,
Moon walked a small distance with me,
And disappeared,
Little stars and me,
Were watching eachother,
Cold wind was touching me,
My hairy skin was protecting me as a badger feels danger,
Sun was arising in the east,
Stars were disappearing in strong flashes,
Birds were flying in the sky,
Every way was very clear,
And reaching to its distance.
My life was breathing them all,
Who is he?
Made all this for me,
Suddenly an idea touched my mind,
Am I so important?
But why a person never understood,
Innocent killings and bloodshed,
Is that having meaning for criminals?
Who created all this for my existence? 
But dishonesty was pointing at me.


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Pink Ribbons and White Fluff

(Pink Ribbons and White Fluff)

Bright blue skies with 
Brilliant white pillows of fluff, 
Set the stage that glorious day.
 
Friends lined the streets 
To cheer her on 
Her Mom watched 
From the comfort 
Of her hospital room.

Tatum's heart was filled 
With the passion to run.
 
She set her goals 
High that day.
Even the strength 
Of ten men might 
Not have won 
On that day, 
The humidity 
Was high.
 
She didn't have 
The heart to lose.
She'd have to race 
Up her flesh 
Engine very high
And then shift it 
Swiftly to cruise 
In order to win 
This zealous race.
 
Her Mother's blues 
From the challenges 
Of breast cancer
Gave her the 
Enthusiasm 
To run for the 
Advancement of 
Boobs that day.
 
Her mother had the 
Courage to kick the 
Booze years ago,
But breast cancer 
Was not as easy.
 
Tatum's chance 
For raising the funds
For the advancement 
Of breast cancer research 
Was her main focus,
That bright glorious day.
 
It would be an honor 
To help find a cure
For such a ruthless 
Disease that women 
Succumb to yearly.
 
Warm streams of tears
Mixed with salty sweat 
And tangy Gatorade 
Decorated her 
Face that evening,
When she was 
Presented with a 
Check and a bright 
Pink ribbon trophy.
 
She placed second 
In the race,  
But that 
Was a start.
 
The smile on 
Her mother's face
Was what really 
Filled her heart with 
White marshmallow 
Fluff that glorious night.
 
 
 


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True Friends

You are there
through thick and thin
I have been there for you
we have been through too much
pain
break-ups
and more
when I need someone to talk to
you come running
I cry
then you cry
we make it together
when I tried taking my life
you took me to the hospital
you have been there for me
I appreciate it
very much
I want to say
your a true friend
and I love you.


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Hunger zone

For years I have fought
And battled with weight
Now disabled and in pain
I fear it's too late 

I can't eat this
I can't eat that
Diets are fads
They make me fat

I've tried the patches
They've taken my money
No magical cure for
My big fat tummy

I wasn't always as big
You should know
It was having a baby
That made me grow so

I can't stick to the books
For so much I don't like
If I have to eat muck
They can go take a hike

I've tried the tablets
But for me they don't suit
Not eating sufficient
The problems the root

Try three meals a day
Instead of just one
A plate that's for sandwiches
For lunch to put on

I'm trying to lose
Of second week I am now
I'm not using scales
Or measuring how

I'm combining it all
From the net I can find
A menu that suits
That does not blow the mind

It's working quite well
At the moment I know
For in smaller trousers
My belly will go

I can fasten my blouse
And the buttons don't gape
My cleavage is shrinking
There's ample to take

If I continue to lose 
At this sensible rate
My clothes will not fit
And I'll drop all the weight

But as third week approaches
I begin to have doubts
The weight tends to stable
And I tend to drop out

I need to stand firm
In resolve and give time
For my body to shape
And bring back its waist-line

A little encouragement
Goes a long way
And the poetry keeps
The snacking at bay

So if I seem busy 
With armfuls of writes
Forgive me for starving off
Hungers of life


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a season of transformation

spring is the season of rebirth and renovation
a time for renewal and rejuvenation
a time to clean house, to bring about some change
a time for our spirits to be rearranged
it's a ritual that requires a diagnostic regime
a season to repair and fix everything
a transformation of our hearts, minds and souls
a time to reassess and readjust our goals

it's like going to the doctor for an annual check-up
to see if everything is on the up and up
as women we must be especially aware
and mindful of the changes in this flesh that we bear
God wants us to prosper in our own season
He wants us to be whole in body and sound in our reason

yet society seems to be in a state of disintegration
and women's health issues are in a precarious situation
it's time that we move forward and finally see
that preventive care is not beyond our own capability
to bring about our wholeness we must also participate
with our doctors and God make a covenant
a partnership, a collaboration to work in harmony
for God gave us these bodies in generosity
God promised that through faith we will be renewed
so connect with your doctor and the spirit in whatever you do
be willing to change, repent and atone
abide by the word that God sent down from His throne
be humble and submit to God's grace
let a healing spirit be put into place
but before you can be healed you might have to reach certain height
take responsibility for your decisions whether they're wrong or right
and turn from your rebellious and wicked ways
humbly submit to God and to Him pray

God Himself came to earth so that we could be healed
He took on the flesh of man to feel what we feel
His death was the sacrifice and redemption for our salvation
Jesus died upon the cross to give us reconciliation
we are now the vehicle that He uses to show His power and glory
His earthly creations who will continue to tell His story
as women we are the carrier to create and sustain life
the vessel that gave birth to His son Jesus Christ
as women we possess humbled spirits and personalities
and willing to walk by faith on His authority
as women we are transformed whenever we pray
and we will submit to God's will and to His ways
as women we have a need to repent for our sins and mistakes
with a desire to be healed and will do whatever it takes

spring the season of renewal and rebirth
a time to reassess our situation here on earth
a season to clean house and start over anew
a season of transformation, a long time overdue





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The right to kill

this is not premeditated murder
like the chemicals they use to poison your children
if it's you or me
what can i say other than goodbye
it's my right as a human to protect my life
you knew before you started trying to get rich quick
it was destroying people
killing them actually
how many people are you gonna kill for drugs
seen it done before
three of my friends dead
because of you
if it's you versus me
you dont stand a chance
a no brainer
to grab a knife
and do unto you as you've been doing unto me
i have the right to kill
kill those trying to kill me
chemicals
i'm not sure i should do them
the right to kill
fairwell
you knew what you were doing
no forgiveness
you never gave me a second chance
anyone doing drugs is about to be murdered
those selling it
their killers
yet we put it on tv
and have no idea whats going on
fairwell drug dealer
take your own chemicals
enjoy the last spin around the sun
hundreds of thousands of victoms
and this is being killed for fun
do you get it now
new age soldier
lead them to the slaughter house
i would pay for the toe tag
i would be happy for you
to protect the society you deserve

this just isn't happening
trying to kill me with poision
crippling a nation
good riddance
this isn't happening
so good riddance
enjoy it while you can
enjoy it while you can
fun while it lasted
killing for fun
killing my children
crippling families
yet you put it on tv and no one gets it

this is what i always wanted
round them up
no forgiveness
no forgiveness
no jail for you
the game is over
no game for fools
I'll make sure i have the facts
and when you wear my shoes
and when you find yourself being victomised by me
those birds will sing it
you got what you wanted
you got what you wanted

the right to kill you before you kill me
drugs are cheap
life isn't
who are you to play god
and throw me away
good riddance
have a nice day


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God Is My Strength And Fortress

I love you my Lord!  You are my strength!
Your love for me reaches a 
non-measurable length

You Oh lord, are my rock,
fortress and deliverer…
Your beauty shines brighter than
 the purest gold or silver!

You, Oh God… Are the horn of my
 salvation and my high tower…
You reign over the earth in your
 majesty and great power!

I will call upon the Lord who is
 so worthy of all praise…
He is my peace and comforter
 all of my days!

He shall save me from my enemies
 and bring the victory!
I have found strength from him
and a holy sanctuary…

Though the sorrows of death
 often surround me…
God’s victory over death continues
 to astound me!

At times, the crowds of ungodly
 men cause me to fear…
But I draw comfort in knowing 
that God is always near!

I bless the Lord for being
 so steadfast and true!
I don’t really know where I’d be…
 without YOU!

You heard my distress 
and answered my cry…
As one day I shall be with you at
 that mansion in the sky!

By Jim Pemberton  05/30/10  
Read Psalm 18:1-4

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Operation Dynamo

Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
 
Armada 
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
 
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
 
Queues of troops
Line the sands
Await their fate
Strands of man
 
Luftwaffe scream over head
Drop their cargo, inevitable dead
Explosions softened, by the Dunkirk sands
Saved so many of the waiting strands
 
Hail the sky, the RAF
Contained the hun from machine gun strafe
Their dedication in foggy skies
The ultimate saving of many lives
 
The aftermath of this unbelievable task
And the dedication of this incredible ask
Organisation on the grandest scale
For in the future we will not fail
To free Europe, another Armada will sail
 
" Dedicated to the many men liberated from the beaches at Dunkirk,
              who returned to do, what only hero's can do " 
            *,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,*


            http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Summer slaughter

I sit beneath you,
Indulge on your flesh.
Barely ripe, I slowly peel away skin.
I watch as you rot before my eyes,
Your peach tone rusts around the core,
expands through the veins.

You bleed across my hands.
Leaving your fruitful scent,
to sink between my pores.
The heat gives life to your perfume,
It rises in the light, spreads itself
across the air.

The summer’s slaughter is growing near.


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Heart of a champion

You should let me sleep
Hibernate like a bear
But you woke me up
Now you know life not's fair
I'm up fresh ready to go
My heart beating stronger
Now I'm going to retake my thrown
On top as king
Name your game from A-Z
I'll defeat you in every game because it is simple as 1-2-3
Duh I'm going to win, no matter
when or where it's only matter of time
You don't have the guts to beat me
You don't have the brains to outsmart me
And last but most important
You don't have the heart to take me because I ate it
Now come to my playground my jungle and come out to play
Because I have the heart of an champion
 


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Free Spirit

Spirituality outpours
Lost in own thought
Playing hocus pocus
With life
No knowing
If spellbound deeds
Are coincidental
Or realistic
Tea leaf stories
Tarot turning truths told
Not wishing harm
Nor effect on any being
Simply sending good vibes
Awaiting their return
Flailing hope
Grasping edge of life
Swords to cut through
Troubled  times
A defense in your line
Of passionate belief


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I'll Fly

My back is bent
My legs are weak
But in my mind I fly.

My sight is dull
My hearing fades
But in my mind I fly.

Someday when my race is run
God will look and say 'Well Done'
And then with angel's wings I'll rise
And into His arms I'll fly.


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The Brothers

My brothers are blood and kin
Four of which are my best friends

Staying together, through all these times
Holding strong a love that binds

Waging war on land or sea
Growing wild, fast, and free

Exploring lifes tricks and treasures
Holding dreams for small endeavors

Bringing forth a sense of pride
With my brothers by my side


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God Will See You Through The Fires Of Life

Three Hebrew men worshiped
God with a strong desire...
Even if it meant being
thrown into the fire. 

Nebucadnezzar gave the
command... he was king...
But he couldn’t believe what
he was seeing! 

Shortly after shutting the door, 
“Rather than three in the fire—
I now see four!” 

He was so astonished as
to what he saw...
Nothing on these men burned...
nothing at all! 

The fourth one was God... 
Jesus... the true one....
The men had a visit from God’s
precious son. 

Living for God will 
not be easy to do...
But through the fires of life...
God will see you through! 

By Jim Pemberton 
 2008



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FAITH BEARER

Faith bearer roam in every unknown path
of the deep valleys and the lush mountains,
to gaze at the quite, rosecolored sunset 
when winds carry you over lily' fields;
how inspiring is the hymn of archangels
descending to earth to impart real peace,
at a time of hate when sinners need grace!



Faith bearer comfort all who are silenced
by treat...breathing a stale air without life,
unable to liberate their fraught kindred;
could anyone who hurts put hatred aside,
pray for forgiveness and swallow their pride?     
Living in a free Nation that trusts in God...
is a blessing worthier than precious gold!       
  


Faith bearer you only live for this quest,
to turn ugliness into enduring beauty,
to show no fear in fighting a tempest;
sunflowers grow so tall and sway gently... 
you grow in your wisdom and modesty,    
pitying the ones who don't reject sorrow,
don't break free from misery and follow... 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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We Fight

Lord, often times as we talk
I don't even know where to begin
My life and soul belong to you
I reserve my heart for my wife
As I look out my window the 
bright of day is engulfed by
the darkness of the approaching
storm -all turns grey
Suddenly in perfect timing my
tree and I shudder to the rising
winds of the north -
The temperature plummets
As my temperature skyrockets
the pounding in my head leaves
me searching for that which can't
be found - my eyes go out of focus
as I find myself trying to forget
that which I can not remember
and remember that which
I can not forget - confusion follows
All things are bound to your
will and there is a reason I'm 
in this place - My temperature 
breaks - I flush from with-in
As my eyes regain focus the
pounding decreases though
the pain still shrouds my mind
The tiredness brings sleep
I dream of a rainbow stretching
across a mountain meadow.
Behind it a waterfall descends
from the heavens forming a
clear mountain lake where
I bathe alone. Thunder rolls 
across the meadow as lightning 
pierces the rainbow causing it to
explode like the grand finale of a
fireworks show. The lightning kisses
the waterfall sending a single
bolt of light unto me - I awake

All is suddenly clear -
The greatest triumphs follow
our greatest tribulations and
true strength is found at the
weakest moment for that is when
               WE FIGHT


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chair

Her eyes weren’t on her feet,
they were still at her hair,
she claimed a misbeguiling air
as she rolled past in that chair,
as she sailed past in that chair.

Framed by the sharp stillness
then they were suddenly there
plumping the bubble with throat-filling care
which blew past with that chair,
then curled past with that chair.

And I swear I saw her standing
saw a firmness in her stare,
courage to show she was aware,
as she walked past in that chair,
as she walked past in that chair.


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Abusive lover



With a delicate beauty of a flower, 
she entices men and women with
 her gentle touches as she caresses
 the body with overwhelming warmth
 protecting you from the pains
 this world envelopes
 upon humanity. 

A premature relationship with fiery
 passion as you are enthralled with
 consuming excitement of a romance 
as she transforms into a vampire 
extracting the blood with the 
deliverance of pure ecstasy.

Slowly she starts to deprive 
you her love, as she denies   
affection leaving you sick praying
 for her return as the body 
remains limp and unresponsive 
to the world around you.

Ailing, second by second, as the 
hands of time remain to move in 
a motionless state, the body 
increasingly becomes frail, as you
 feel death would be a 
welcoming, friendly face.

Seductive as she is, you welcome
 her back with arms wide open 
awaiting her kiss, as you are 
mended back to normality with 
aspirations that the breath 
of death will reside.

Time moves on as you are 
trapped in a steal cage ready for 
torture as this which begins to throw
 her love around, cheating as 
you watch with a broken heart 
accompanied with eyes consumed 
of fire, for you wish her death.

Help on the outside of this 
imprisonment, you begin to access 
the tools that will aid you in 
conquering this most powerful force 
with the weapons of crucifixes and 
stakes as you kill this vampire lover.

She may be dead for now, but 
her vast relatives await a point 
in time when revenge will be 
served as a cold dish.

You must keep in training with 
the tools learned from the alliance
with the fellowships as they are 
your allies in this hard and 
unforgiving war that will remain 
for eternity. 


Details | I do not know? | |

She stares

When she takes breath
And fuels her self sacrificing flames,
Her carbon-dioxide – translucent rays
Cascade through oxygen, scorching
The atoms, weighing them down
Until they smash into the dirt,
Blowing up a tiny fuss, a radius
Of crimson scars.

Not content she licks my arms and face,
Leaves a trail, attracting to her stare
She is no fool and cannot be distracted
By factor thirty.
She dances with the wrinkles on my skin,
Licks me harder,
Strips me bare.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ignite, crackle and spark

My skin thickens, weighs hard 
upon the chalky bones. Frustration dribbles 
between each crack, expands and holds. 
Glass eyes frost over, chipped on the surface 
all vision is blurred. Oxygen turns stale 
and knocks in a drunken stumble 
against the brain. 
She shines through the skull and highlights 
dust, dancing in swirls of recollection. 
Each particle spreads their wings, sheets 
of veins stitched to a sparkle. 
Welcomed breezes whisper reassurance, 
waltz with fading confidence. 
The thoughts begin to breathe again, ignite, 
crackle and spark.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I Wish I Had Listened

I wish I had listened
About my drinking and driving,
Now my best friend is dead
Because I drove without caring or thinking.

I wish I had listened
About drugs and all the kinds,
For now my brain is damaged
I can no longer control my mind.

I wish I had listened
As my parents each night prays,
That I not have unprotected sex
It is to late for now I have aids.

To late I did not listen
For now I have less time to live,
To late because now I am pregnant    
To the innocent child aids I will give.

We are young and think we know it all
We ignore the dangers lurking out there,
We ignore the advice of our parents
We retaliate and just don't care.

Now we pay the prices for not listening
Now we pay with every agonizing breath,
Even though we are still young
Our bodies are worn and nearing death.

We try to blame God for what we have become
Though we know it was by satan that we were deceived,
God tried so hard to teach us right from wrong
Though it was satan to whom we believed.


Details | Couplet | |

Living Water

Living water makes those soft splashing sounds
As it courses from its source to spread all around

Flowing outward to feed all who come into its bounds
All God's creatures are drawn hearing the course it takes around

The grass springs up by its side where deer can feed
Trees grow tall and healthy offering nesting sights for birds and bees

Living waters start from a small source spreading just like a sound wave
Coursing, running, spreading, nuturing, growing and a place to bathe

This living water is a place to come to nuture and completely restore ones soul
Oh that land where the living waters flow


Details | I do not know? | |

Art of living

ART OF 
LIVING                                                                                                                            
                                 
LEARN to  be AT EASE
Reduce the stress
Let nothing press
Don't go berserk
Thus be a jerk
Follow the norms
There will be no need for reforms
Life is short
No need to be full of fraught
Make your way
U will have a say
Share your sorrow
For a better tomorrow
Love & live for the day
Make hay
Do your best
Leave the rest
Live like birds
Not like most of the human herds
Beings of nature 
Don't undermine their stature
They are happy as they are
Why should we for joy look far?
The Sun the Moon & the stars   
are all ours
Their beauty none mars,
Ours something devours!
  Do whatever U please
 but Remain at ease
 Till u cease.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Smile

I was taking my daily 
walk down the street,
I felt so troubled and sad
I could barely move my feet.

I was just about to take the turn
around the corner and finish my mile,
when I spotted and aged somewhat crippled man
trudging along , but wearing the greatest smile,

It didn't seem to matter to him
how long it took him to get where he wanted to go,
He just kept on moving
even though his steps were very slow. 

He made me realize my sadness and sorrow
was so small, nothing to compare
 with the pain he must feel daily
if he wants to get t out and go anywhere.

I lifted  my head up  higher
and stepped up my pace,
I threw my shoulders back
I too, put a smile upon my face.


Details | I do not know? | |

Content

Willing to look at your weathered
Face and weep. Trace the cardboard tear.
Run my finger down those little cracks
Rubbing hairs, breaking spines
Then laugh.

I can lay here on this non-existent slab
Pretending death. Imagining which organ
You have crushed within your hands. Smell your breath.
The scent of graveyards, dusty tables, ham
And all those bottled memories you have left.

Flood my life with varied vice
Then die a sizzling sudden shock.
Half dressed, half bent
And modeling little but
a pair of socks.

On my face a sculpted smile.
Scratches, scuffs and varied stains
Unpaid rent, sagging skin
Un-kept hair and clogged up veins.
Content.


Details | Epic | |

beauty

It doesn't matter what is on the outside
it only matters what is on the inside that counts

beauty is realized in the soul
don't over react if you don't look perfect
no one is perfect

if you were supposed to be perfect god
would have made you that way just because
someone doesn't look like you

don't make fun of them either it only matters
what is on the inside

everyone looks different everyone doesn't
have to look alike

beauty is the heart and soul of a person.


Details | Light Poetry | |

WHITE TEETH

 have a smile
that goes for miles
as you dance 
or prances
move your feet
they see your
WHITE TEETH


Details | I do not know? | |

Meeting with Solitude

in the corner of my mind
i met Solitude, you told me I would never find
blood sweeter than wine
as pure, as it is fine
convolutions without design
every meeting more divine


Details | I do not know? | |

Fallen Tree

Black outline of fallen tree
Felled many years ago
Hanging onto the coast guarding
This bit of sand allowing a vista

Of horizon on which the sunrises
Each day different from before
Today the colors are orange
Yelllow where the sun brightly shines

Casting a total shadow on you
Oh! fallen tree blown over by storm
Can you rise again be useful
Only if God grant a new life soon


Details | Epic | |

God's Life Support

in the book of John Jesus reveals His divine mission
He makes known His purpose for being was to take on the Great Commission
to make disciples, to give life abundantly, to walk in truth and light
He came not to steal nor to kill like a thief who comes in the night
He came to defend us like a good counselor would do in court
He came to uphold us and give us spiritual life support

life support was designed to make sure a body survives
a technological apparatus that keeps a body alive
it's used when one is not strong enough to function on one's own
but God's life support is the spiritual support powered by the heavenly throne
when your spiritually anemic and you need special help
you need the abundant supply known as spiritual wealth
you need something to kick in when the money is all gone
you need something to sustain you when foreclosure takes your home
you need some empowerment when the doctor suggests surgery
you need God's life support in the midst of the misery
you need to plug into the power supply that is our God
you need some life support to jump start your heart

life will throw you a curve and hit you from the blind side
the devil never lets up and from life you can't run and hide
the devil will mess with your money, your job and your family
but the life support of the Holy Spirit will respond to the emergency
the Holy Spirit will stay your hand from slapping someone upside the head
the Holy Spirit will still your tongue and stop you from cussing them out instead
the Holy Spirit will halt you from telling your boss to kiss your behind
the Holy Spirit will remove the evil thoughts that are trying to take over your mind
the Holy Spirit will lift you up before the referee counts you out at ten
the Holy Spirit's life support will get you back into fighting shape once again
for storms will come into your life as quick as a flash flood
get your raincoat of Godly protection and be covered by the blood
and be it a physical, emotional, mental, financial or a spiritual breakdown
find the strength to carry on when God's life support system in you is found
just make sure you're near an outlet where it can be plugged in
for the life support of the Living God is your most reliable friend

remember Jesus of Nazareth said, I came here for a reason
to give life abundantly and to give it in due season
so be anxious over nothing and then tell the devil to get lost
you're now hooked up to God's life support with its power coming from the cross


Details | Free verse | |

Don't leave it too late

Rekindle the laughter,
blood, tears and sweat.
Live life 'till it's full,
no regrets left...


Details | I do not know? | |

to the World

To the world
So many years gone by
And we ask why
Exhausted from work
Can not cry
yet that is a lie
Cause the heart does try
All we can do
So you have to stay true
Make due with what is there
Prayer is needed to see clear
Be fear to our Lord
So evil Beware
Show Love to our people cause we care
Everyone needs nourishment and knowledge
If you can help why not pay homage
Blessings and Best wishes


Details | Free verse | |

Heard by the Heart

Hush

take a minute
to not
listen
to the 
buzz
of
life.

Imagine

those 
who go
through
lives of
muted
moments.

Hear

A
life
FILLED
by
happiness,
love and 
laughter-

 where sound
can't compete
with echoes
heard 
by the
heart.


Details | Free verse | |

Put Your Mind To Rest

An empty space
Fade to black
Exposed for the taking
Vital is this
Open lot to sanity
Brace yourself
Darker than the night
Brighter than the sun
Bask in the glow
Of peace and calm
Life is started here
Ends here and
In every sense
Regenerated here
Brief recesses
Gallivanting in the cortex
Refresh my soul
Priming me to face
The universe once again


Details | Acrostic | |

One Tragedy

One heartbreak from a lost loved one.
Nearer to Heaven, they have such a gift.
Every soul has the choice for so many.

Transplantations of organs, Gods endowment,
Reviving of life through a medical option,
Another’s existence gave a second chance.
God provides the knowledge, we all learn.
Evangelical intervention the sole provider,
Death of one in tragedy delivers restoration.
You will supply love, from ones deliverance.


Details | Free verse | |

Flutterings

Slight of movement
minute flutterings
flicker over my stomach;
as imagination takes
on passing butterfly's wings.
It's the beginning of one very new.
An early geminal stage,
the foundations of something
so much bigger to come....
Rudimentary hiccups 
of one so slight.
Invisible behind my bump grows,
an immature being -
I've seen it 
at scan stage.
Underdeveloped,
a miracle -
all manmade.
My future,
my hopes,
my dreams.
My child.


Details | Rhyme | |

Life's Up's And Downs

life sure has it's 
up's and downs

but this is no reason 
to wear such a sad 
looking frown

for the sun still rises 
escapading her crown

as the wind silently whistles 
to a flutal sound

birds and butterflies flutter 
amidst grassy carpet mounds

children's laughter how profound
little toes buried in sands ground

aqua velvet splashguarding abound
rockbeds and lighthouses I found

so family and friends 
let's gather around 

and go out and even 
hit some new found towns

for life may seem to have 
it's up's and downs but

refuse to wear a 
such sad looking frown

for if not for our savoir
blessing this earth's ground

there would be nothing left but peeps
and wispered uttered sounds



Go Out And Enjoy Life
And Nature Too

Listen To The Whispers Of The Wind


Details | Free verse | |

Hanging on

dawn glows
- breaks day
fresh air
- bites lungs
hope .... renews


Details | Couplet | |

her body beautiful and brave

    She swam out on the cresting wave
her body beautiful and brave
    shrugged off the anchor of despair
arching upward in the air
    sleek her slicing form descends
where a miracle transcends
    straight and clean the living line
of the mermaid in her mind
    on the land she twists and bends
with a pain that never ends
    not so now, she's found the sea
every part of her is free.


Details | I do not know? | |

you were there

You were there" 

One monday afternoon
I fell to the floor
with sickness.

You were there!

I was taken 
to the hosptial

You were there!

Laying there
Druged and Limp

You were there!

Cat scans 
They ran
Blood test
they did.

You were there!

Tuesday Night
Doctor said
Surgery you must go.

You were there!

Holding my hand
To the operating
Door.

You were there!

Tears filled our eyes.
with love in our hearts

You were there!

Out of surgery
i came as a trooper.

You were there!

For that Jeremy Levi Claytor
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU,TILL THE DAY I DIE!!



Details | ABC | |

EPILEPTIC TRUTH

When I touched your pshyche, 
my completeness wavered.
In the empty words 
and hollow thoughts. 
The road to my dream house burned. 
I longed to meet my flame. 

You were listening to declaration of truth.
It was a refuge,
there was no evidence
of any movement of humanity.
My soft mind took the imprint
of golden spaces between
the dark alleys of earth. 
The skeletons of history remained unclaimed.

Remembering your trust
My attachment floats. Anxiety
of seeking. The dust smears 
the face of epileptic truth. 
The clogged arteries of mundane heart twitch.
There wasn’t room for sentiments.
Moment to moment I travelled 
to break the silence in vain.


SATISH VERMA


Details | ABC | |

ON BURNING COALS

Loneliness of non-being and,
reality, fill up the vessel. 
I search for the eloquence while, 
emptiness will be my forte. 
Countless words are crossing 
like a promise in milk-white days 
I gather sunlight through grass leaves.

Life had been full of shadows, 
lengthening, penetrating 
the tapestry of love. 
The descent was steep. 
Coming home I found 
no humming words. 
Sitting in dark 
I wait for shooting stars.

Measuring the blood, drawn from our hurts
was a royal reward 
for your fingers. 
You are allowed to compare blood 
with brown coffee. 
Sand in our eyes, 
we walked bare-foot 
on burning coals.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Rhyme | |

My Favorite Season

As summer waves goodbye and begins to drift away..
Fall comes back from a trip and slowly makes its stay.

Cooler breezes invite themselves in at October’s door.
Just as September was just about o'er.

When it begins to cool my cats fur start to fluff!
Around their faces they look like lions with lots of tuft!

I smile to myself tonight; as I sit on the chilly cement porch.
My lions frolicked about even as I blew out the torch.

I close my eyes and listen to the slight breeze.
I can hear the limbs rustle up their leaves.

I open my eyes and look in the night sky.
Dark wispy clouds drift towards the moon; waiting on standby.

Leaves are cradled by the slight wind as they make their way down.
In my yard all kinds of leaves; of all colors are gingerly laying  around.

Fall's gusty demeanor moves things about.
This is why fall is my most memorable season and why it stands out.


Details | I do not know? | |

Heart

I never said this would be easy
I never told you life would be fair
I know that sometimes you feel all alone
And it feels like I'm not there

You've been in pain and struggled
For as long as you can remember
Just hang in there a little while longer
On the other side, things will be better

You want to be loved for who you are
Not just the cards you've been dealt
But you live in a world full of cruelty
That pushes on your strength with doubt

Aching for normality
Why did this happen to you?
Forget about what's on the outside
Let them see right through

Your inner strength speaks volumes
That no book could ever hold
Thanks for being courageous when others are weak
Thanks for being bold

~dedicated to Tosha Miller


Details | Rhyme | |

Kicking My Butt

I have a lighter in my back pocket
Right next to your picture in a heart shaped locket

As I watch the circled rings of smoke filter the air
I stared into your eyes and wonder if that was really fair

Little eyes bewildered to what she had seen
No more smiles that glisten or gleamed

Apology was just not enough
Made me snuff out that nasty cigarette butt

Nerves of steel I must contain
For her love I shall and will refrain

Over thirty years and not even knowing
I was polluting our air with this smoke I was blowing

Going to do and try all I can
To put out these cigarettes I once called friend

Maybe a patch or poke to stop those raging craves
Or just take a nice stroll on a summer's day

To see her bright smile once again
Is what I'll be savoring for around the bend

But for now my lighter will stay in my back pocket
So when I'm finished it will be to ignite a big silver rocket





Tribute To My Jenny Rose
Please Forgive Me My Little Peanut
Mama's Trying






Trying  To Quit Smoking
After 30 Yrs I think It's Time To
Snuff Out That Butt Head LOL


Details | Free verse | |

Colours of the Chakras Song.

A white light on the crown,+ a thousand petals are found.

Let's follow the colours from the top down.

Purple is at the third eye which is between the brows.

The throat calls for sky blue like it's reflection in

a swimming pool.

Forest,emerald green is the scene for the heart region.

Yellow canaries singing in the sun of the solar plexus.

The chant of the Hari Krishna's Orange shuffles its 

warmth to the tummy.

And next,  is hot blooded  red for the sex spot.

What's so funny?

Now spin the rainbow wheel + see what colour it makes.


Details | Free verse | |

Why do I feel

          Summer time hits 
       and I feel like s.h.i.t
    Can't control this feeling inside of me
           I feel out of place
         I can't keep up with this race
      I'm constantly falling backwards
        Nothings happening  
      Why does this always have to be me
        I'm just a scared little girl 
        being force to grow up
       I have to face this world
       but they've denied me entry
         and it seems like everyone else
             has made it
           everyone knows exactly what to do
          and here I sit so out of place 
         and I don't know what to do
           So why do I feel 
          So useless inside
           It's how you made me feel
              when my access got denied
               I got denied the world
              Everyone keeps telling me I have to do something
               I can't just sit on my a.s.s 
            and expect things to happen
              But how am I suppose to 
                  make miracles
                        by myself
                     I need your help
                       Why do I feel
                          So alone?


Details | Ballad | |

As

Can you see
Can you feel 
Should you know what is
I know 
One day 
The world can change
The heart can lie
The heart will lie
WOULD YOU EVER KNOW NOW ....WHAT COULD I SAY 
I FEEL THAT YOUR WORDS ARE NOT WHAT YOU PRAY
STOP THIS NOW
STOP THIS NOW
You should have seen the world thats in front of you
All you think is not for me
But we are both in this same head
Show me the way
my world has sorounded you
only my world will change if you let it not be the same


Details | Free verse | |

Natural memories

Count the days in the garden.
Let love bloom all around.
Recognize the peace,
there is harmony in the sky.
With each and every leaf or bud -
new breath, a miracle.
Make memories unforgettable,
garnish them with thoughtful floral fragrance.
Add that loving laughter, those smiles.
Create that sense of magic,
and cherish natures dance.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Body's Wish

Oh how I wish he would take care of me,
we’re not getting any younger he must see.

Ever since the day he learned to walk and run,
we’ve gone to great lengths to have fun.

Early on at the young age of three,
he was climbing and fell out of a tree.

Rushed to the hospital to access the harm,
luckily it was only a broken arm.

Then at the age of only six,
yet another broken bone to fix.

While playing on the roof so high,
he slid off to meet the ground hard and dry.

The result was not one but two broken feet,
so having to use crutches was quite a treat.

Because getting around was no longer something of ease,
he couldn’t go as he would please.

Then while playing ball at the age of eight,
received a broken nose while at the plate.

Several broken bones and many bruises later,
he has become a sports spectator.

The safety of the sideline is where he needs to be,
so that he can take care of me.







Details | Free verse | |

For As Long As I Can

For as long as I can dream,
Let me dream…
For as long as I can write,
Allow my words to come out right…
For as long as I can sing,
Let my songs sweetly ring…
For as long as I can teach, 
Then let me teach… and inspire,
That I may lift others higher…
As long as I can dance, 
Then please let me dance…
For as long as I can fish,
Let me fish and prepare a good dish…
For as long as I can sew,
Let my children be clothed…
For as long as I can love 
Lord, please let me love…
For as long as I can show compassion,
Let me share my soul’s compassion….
For as long as I can breathe,
Allow me to grow continually…
Re-educate my being
To comprehend what I am seeing ~
Of all good things, let me now sow and reap
For as long as I can… Let me live the dream


Details | Quatrain | |

Jonji and the Mountain

Chipping at the slate heart
carving colors pure
Underneath your hard despair
one thing is for sure
You are built on mountains
You are set in streams
You possess the grandeur
of a million triumph dreams
Snapping back your heart strings
cold and frozen stiff
Underneath your marble polish
you still glow within this gift
You are precious to me
You are whole and sound
You denote the pinacle
of breaking solid ground
Wincing at the truth dance
carved and chipped so pure
I find you climbing up from pain
a mountain you've endured.


Details | Rhyme | |

Depression .

Depression knocked on my mind
and asked to come in.
Depression like a contagious
cold tried to settle in.
I said "no" I'm sorry you
are to easy to entertain.
Then depression let off a 
whimper and threatened it
was going to rain.
Happiness looked at me and
said "I am harder to keep"
"You'll have to ignore
depression's suggestions and
replace them with thoughts
that are sweet.
Depression's brother,Anger
volunteered and said 
"Give me a go!Cause once I
get my logic in the road to
you is sure but slow."
Happiness overhearing this
Prepared my mind with a 
sheild-cross overhead and
simply declared,
"Anger nor depression shall
not get in ,a positive thought
shall replace these by the
hair on my chinny-chin-chin."


Details | Verse | |

You can gain

When son was young,
His father was old,
When his father was young,
His father was old.

They all were child,
They all were young,
They all were old,
Everyone has a warning gold.

Don’t do that do only this,
This is a success that is pests.
Everyone have a chance,
Get it don’t miss.

If you want to gain,
Only attention is a main,
Don’t create burden,
Only use other’s brain.

Secure yourself and keep other’s busy,
It is hard task it is not so easy.
You will be a good master,
If you are active not lazy. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Momma's Smile

I love to see your smiling face,
it makes your beauty come to life,
your glow comes out like embers fire.
If only for a little while.
I know your fighting this battle.
The one between life and death, you have so much to live for 
we need you so much.
And yet when i see your smile,
I know your at you're very best.
You know this battle has taken a lot
but please oh please don't ever give up.
You have special places in each of our hearts,
losing you would break them apart.
So keep on fighting don't ever give up
you have so much to live for, we need you so much
I'll do everything in my power 
to help you live on.
I'll give up all of me to help you stay strong,
if only for another day
to see that smiling face,
I want you to know in my heart
you'll always have that place.


Details | ABC | |

MUD PATH

Non-eye vision penetrates. 
The silent song trembles
I weave a pattern 
to resolve the crisis
the escape to white
space was useless. 
The ending of sorrow 
was a movement on circuit 
the center has started vanishing.

Thinking was preventing
the completeness of self.
A single flower is answer of nature.
The echo of pulsating memories.
the landscape is full of quotations. 
No one reads. Denials 
and evasions want more attention.

A new road enters the body
on the edge of a prayer
infinitely small, a handful of vowels
sailing in my mind,
give powerful eyes to faith.
The abstracted meaning
leaves a sweet taste in mouth. 
I lay out a mud path for the reader.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

Addictions

Its gotten hold of me once again,
A siren call in my mind,
Its blood in my veins,
Its heart pounding in my brain!
No choice but to answer its call!!
I’m caught in its blackhole web!
My hunger has to be fed!
Its been . . . far . . . too long!

I’m a shipwrecked voyager,
Lost at sea.
I’m a butterfly moth,
Lost in the wind!
I’m a lone teardrop,
Forgotten in the rain!
The dragon has left me screaming!
A voice shrieking with the choir!
The dragon has stolen my voice!
My silent screams . . .
Sundered my soul . . .shattered my body
My body

Its gotten hold of me once again,
A siren call in my mind,
Its blood in my veins,
Its heart pounding in my brain!
No choice but to answer its call!!
I’m caught in its blackhole web!
My hunger has to be fed!
Its been . . . far . . . too long!

So it is under a blood red sky,
With my heart weighing heavily,
And my mind numb with desire,
With my quivering hands and blurred visions . . .
I turn on the television.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Recipe for a Full Life

Start with a healthy dose of morning prayer,
Nourish yourself on God's Word

Add a heaping of love and compassion,
a dash of self-control and diligence

Mix together well, and refresh yourself,
Continue this several times during your day

Add a splash of the Holy Spirit for essence
This brings comfort and peace when & where needed

Claim the blood of Jesus when feeling ill or under attack
IT IS the ultimate strength you will ever experience

Be sure to distribute forgiveness, humbleness and God's truth
As needed throughout your day

Give thanks for everything, make everything you do, 
Show Him to the world, spread joy to as many as possible

Be confident in who you are, and to whom you belong
Make His will for your life, your life's ambition

Love as you are loved, without hesitation
Love with unconditional love, not judging one another

At the end of your day, when your work is done
Give God the glory for the strength He has given

At the close of the day, pray for another one to come
That you may do His will according to His direction for your life

(Repeat this daily until the Lord's return)


Details | Rhyme | |

A Thing Called Exercise

A Thing Called Exercise

A thing called exercise is never fun,
especially when you weigh a ton.

No more of those sweet fattening pies,
or tall orders of chili cheese fries.

You must eat right and workout every day,
for excess pounds you have to sweat away.

Get up early and jog endlessly around a track,
only to feel like you’re having a heart attack. 

Drink bottled water for added appeal,
to go along with a tasteless low carb meal.

Is it really worth it I have to ask,
for staying fit is a quite a task.

Seems living longer is the only perk,
in spite of all the work.

Not to mention how good you would look,
but what about all the time it took.

For some it is a new way of life,
yet others would rather go under the knife.

It usually hurts to try something new,
but a thing called exercise could be good for you.


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Rousted Beef

I checked two
Food stores
The COUNTRY MARKET
And
YOUR HEALTH store
For the same
Rousted beef pack
The YOUR HEALTH store
Added $2 
Over the 
COUNTRY MARKET
Price.


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IMMOVABLE

Unfolding the dark night, 
quarter moon shrinks
The bitterness of the day,
cave weird taste,
burning the tongue. 
You didn’t want to live, 
anymore. Roots lopsided,
starved. Age, language slashed, 
mist rising. Names in the dust.

The ending was not there
sorrow burnt like candle
burning the meaningless words, 
dreams, I hear the silent whispers
of wounds of faltering steps, 
doubting the pain. Beyond 
the age tales were endless. 
Watching  became a problem.

Nothing could be redeemed 
by choice. I wanted
endless journey to find 
the windows. long steps 
towards immovable cliffs, 
my own version of anonymity
and grace. Because glorification 
has started the fear, 
the escape and suffering.


SATISH VERMA


Details | I do not know? | |

zarrah

Innocence made her beautiful
Strength came from within
A struggle in the beginning
Now her light's less dim
Moving forward, inch by inch
Cute as could be
Stubborn, strong, a will to live
An angel from within
My hope, love, inspiration
Zarrah


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Tearful Praise

The woman said, “If you let my mother die, I will ruin your career” to the doctor 
who wouldn’t give her mother heart surgery because she had no insurance.

And she thought about her own brain tumor, would the prayer style that the man 
gave her work?
She didn’t know.

She considered how her current situation may sound sensational to some, but 
that it was real nonetheless.
And she looked back over her life and the pain of its memory.

And she resolved to take the Lunesta on her dresser and end it early.
But as she stepped toward her dresser, she heard a voice say, “Stop, I will make 
things better.”
And she stopped.

And she looked up to her ceiling and felt a chill.
She began to praise the Lord, and as she praised, tears welled up in her eyes.
And she imagined them washing away the suffering of her world.

And she cried to the Lord, “Lord Jesus, I know you won’t leave us down here like 
this.  I believe in you. I know you’ll come up with something.  My whole life is 
yours and you’ll come through with something!!!”
Amen.


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The Elements

Fire is the murderer of humanity
Or is it not the passion that burns within us?

Water is the asphyxiation to a passion unknown
But is it not also a part of our entire body, that keeps us in health?

Earth is the place where dead rest, unrightfully underfoot
Or is it not the being that we rely on for just being there?

Air is the sin that carries pollution to our lungs
But is it not also a relief that brings composure to this life?

Spirit is the form that can make or break you
And yet it is the one that looks after us all
                                    that provides us with passion
                                    that keeps us in health
                                    that we can rely on
                                    that brings us composure

It is the teacher, and its showing us how to feel
It is the student, and we're showing it how to cheat

It is a parent, and it teaches us how to share
It is a child, and we are teaching it how to avoid

Are we committing acts of kindness?
Are these sins the strong ropes that bind us?

                                                                                          



                                                                                                     just ask your self


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Spiritual

Every night i lay me down,
I pray with God then sleep sound,
God is great with his ways,
His son Jesus is what he gave,
And when I'm scared I bow and say,
Save my soul Lord is what I pray,
Thank You God I still remember,
I once was weak my knees were limber,
You gave me strength for so long,
With you God now I'm strong,
Trouble may find us if we get bored,
Forgiveness will pray you give us Lord,
You guide me through my poems Lord,
To busy for the Devils forums,
My life is great God thanks to you!


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The Only Way Out

You want to run
You want to hide
To wish the world away.

Take all the hurt
Take all the pain
I pray you take it all away

You pray for calm
You pray for peace
You pray for silence for a change

The more you fight and
the more you resist
The quicker you learn that you cannot start
at the beginning 
and jump to the end

Every beginning has a middle and 
every end has a beginning so 
every middle must be conquered
To get to the end

Stop running
Srop hiding 
Stop wishing the world away

Calm will come
Peace will come
and when Silence finally comes you realize

That escaping was never an option
That you needed to work it through
That there was never an "easy out"

and that the only way out was through


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Gods' Children

            
I saw a man they called a freak.
   All because he could not speak.
I knew a man who could not hear.
   People laughed and called him queer.
I knew a man who had one arm.
   He posed no threat, would do no harm.
I knew a man they called him slow.
   Simply because his brain it would not grow.
If you were given a choice today.
   One in which you had to play.
And your choices were pick one above.
   And know what it’s like to not no love.
Which one I wonder would you choose.
   For which ever you pick you’ll surely loose.
Do you think your attitude might change.
   If by chance your lives you must exchange.
So think about their feelings before you point and laugh.
   You represent God, so show mercy and kindness on His behalf.


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Blind Man's Prayer

Lord, my greatest desire in life might be
that my eyes you'd touch so that I might see.
See the world around me both rich and full
The sandy beach, the sea, the skyward Gull.

Let me see the children as they run and play
Let me watch the sunset at the end of day.
In the heavens the stars that twinkle so bright
these things bring to mind my soon coming flight.

But then Lord, I'd see all life's ugly parts
The sin, the drugs, men's hardened hearts.
In my darkened world I'm now not aware
Of the color of a man's skin of length of his hair.

Or of tattooed folks and the strange way they dress
Of life's daily rigors that often lead to stress.
I'm sure that with sight I'd find myself in a jam
Please leave me dear Lord, Until you come, as i am.

















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Parenting

As yesterday we were,
tomorrow you may become.
For yesterday,
while too young to care for ourselves,
you cared for us.
Today as you are aging
and unable to care for yourselves,
we will care for you.
In childhood,
you punished us not
when you were wrought,
or spoke in angered tones.
Today we give in return
that love and respect,
that you, our parents deserve.
The sacrifices made for us
in life as we grew up,
should not be forgotten
as your lives wind down.
Life consists of many changes.
Parents abuse not a child,
for in the end, God, may will
that the child become the parent,
and the parent the child.

































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Wounded by evil

You come to me, - wounded.
Pain shows within those darkened eyes,
that natural fire for life dampened.
I reach to you,
crane my neck to whisper -
sweet serenities unto your ear.

I gently soothe your skin,
listening, I take on board all you say.
I do not judge for I am not -
the mighty one! 
The one who comes in strength and power in spirit.
I am friend of conscience -  

No I am quieter, 
the essence of soul within.
I'm a friend that stands strong 
with your inner being;
that knows the real you
and how resolute you can be.

I am one who knows you can conquer
even the highest of mountains;
for not all people are the same.
Then how much more shall you be blessed
as you walk with strength, in light knowing 
how much more love and kindness can defy all evils.


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That Special Day

As I dress my self for the special day.
I whisper a prayer to help me along the way.

Looking in the mirror at my mothers beautiful dress.
She lovingly sewed together, so I could look my best.

My beloved is a mystery just for that special hour.
I smile to myself as I gather my bouquet of flowers.

The music plays, as I walk down the aisle with my father.
He winks at me, after giving me away to another.

Family gathers tissues and a hush covers the place.
As we exchange vows, he gathers me up into a loving embrace.

I barely heard the words "you may kiss your bride".
My husband raised my veil, kissed me tenderly as I cried.

We are now as one, united in holy matrimony, thus begins our path.
Together we will take on each day, enjoying each other as if was our last.


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HARDHEAD

listen my brother
stay out of trouble
its not your friend
you get in
its not rout
no doudt
itts hard to get out
is makes a soft bed
don't be a
HARDHEAD


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The Blackness

Frightful day, full of strain,
waiting, wondering, hoping, 
clock watching, biding time.
Final word spoken.

The darkness did descend.
Lying in wait.
A wicked demon hibernating in my chest,
ready to devour life.
Awakening, identified by a slight thickness,
ever so slight.

Confirmed by rays of energy,
burnt onto a Plasticine membrane.
A plague of cells out of control,
toiling for dominance,
determined to win.
But it will not, I will fight.

Excise the evil, take it all.
Am I half of Venus without both.
Willful poisoning to survive.
Amid the vomiting, dizziness, and weakness.
I test the will to live.
Recovery is tedious, agonizingly slow.

Day by day,
looking forward to a day without the fear 
of envelopment by the darkness.


Details | Rhyme | |

Talents and Treasures

Do not be unfaithful with another man's treasures,
Or you will not be trusted with what truly belongs to you.
Do not be angry about another man's inheritance;
Invest your talents and your treasures will increase, too.


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BECOMING NOBODY

In search of a missing clock
he went to the city of a fake encounter.
It was irrelevant to find
the lost tunnel.

There was no street without a rustle.
The sap of tall trees had bloomed
into jaws of death.
He stepped on a land mine
and blew himself
to reach the truth.

And his gift was an
apostate of me.
The tenth day moon will
celebrate my becoming nobody.

The rivals will have
a field day
dancing on my shroud.


SATISH VERMA


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SEA

Entranced I stare at the powerful sea
I can feel it calling, hypnotizing me
A relaxing calm on a summers day
Or a raging ocean disrupting the bay
Taking time to appreciate nature’s powerful source
I feel myself captivated by its powerful force
Its healing is amazing in any times of despair
My head is cleared as I breathe in the sea air


Details | I do not know? | |

Side by side

In the lowly soil,
Between the weeds,
A lone bud pokes its shy head to lead,
Its ever struggling journey of toil.

A single breath to take,
A hand to pull you from a fall,
Your first kick of a championship ball,
A penetrating dive into a fresh water lake.

All part of an ever-growing life,
What ever you be,
Whether it be human or tree,
Through pleasure and strife.

As time takes its toll and welcomes in death,
The once lonely bud,
Comes crashing to earth with a deafening thud,
And so takes his last breath.


Details | ABC | |

TARANTULA

Do you need a sanitizer for contaminated hands ?
They were busy in illustrating the ugly contours
of life.
Up and down you were out of joint,
and your feet were not fastened to the ground.

Untainted a shrill voice prepares to rise
from the sullen men
huddled on the floor,
for the sad demise of a grand master.
The green truth was nowhere to be seen.

People are getting down for a feast
to invoke peace for the departed soul.

I am miserable,
cannot blast the fake ceremony.
Year after year the doomed city performs a ritual
for the coronation of a new king.

The sky is divided by domes, towers, minarets
and tall turrets.
cannot  see the moon clearly at night

I reject the old abstractions
draw the ink from the blood
and paint a tarantula.


Satish Verma


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Fearless

For all that it its worth I find your courage inspiring
Everyday I watch you brave it out refusing to give in
As the days turn to weeks and blur into months
Recouping all the strength that this merciless beast has torn from you
Leaving believers in your wake with each visit to the cancer ward
Eveyone applauding you efforts your pesistence
Saving the best for last you never even consider holding back
Saving herself with all the and support  to win her battle with breast cancer


Details | I do not know? | |

Panic

My heart beat hastens,
like a herd of butterflies taking flight,
stampeding my stomach.

Unable to explain the need,
burning like a flame,
consuming all thought,
deep desire, a soul on fire.

The compulsion exists.
I can't resist.
Must continue, persevere.
A change of venue,
gotta run, escape,
evade this unknown beast.

Hanging on by a yarn,
imbedded fingers on a cliff,
below, a never ending abyss.


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what a catch!

a woman with a hemorrhaging problem went to see the Lord Jesus Christ
she believed that if she could only touch Him, it would save her life
as Jesus passed by the crowd she reached out and touched His hem
she was miraculously healed, the flow of blood did stem
physically, morally and emotionally she'd been condemned by her own peers
instead of praying for her to heal, the prayed for her to disappear
for misery loves company and with some people you will find
that even though they say they are Christians, they don't possess God's Kind

yes, life can sometimes be anxious, depressing and knock you to the ground
it can be tedious and routine, making you feel run down
yet when things happen over which we have no control
allow God to order your steps and with the Holy Spirit achieve you goals
just break out of your rut and go forward in your life
take a leap of faith today and catch the wave that is Jesus Christ

after that woman touched Jesus' robe she then attempted to hide
then Jesus said,"who touched me", for the power in Him did subside
that woman then stood up confessed to all and told Jesus why
He said to her,"your faith has healed you, go in peace" with God's prize

what a catch she made that day, it was a wave of faith
what a catch she made that day for on God she did await
her story has been passed on down, it's an example of unconditional belief
that if one lets God into their life through Him comes healing and relief

allow yourself to cleansed, wade in the water of God's tide
catch the wave of faith and then hold on for the ride
call on your determination to be your salvation and your inspiration
and whenever you call on Jesus Christ the power in Him will leave
and continue on to a place where there is a need
what a catch, what a catch, now healed and of good cheer
her faith in God has made her whole, her burden she no longer has to bear


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I'm a Jack!!

Yes sir- ee- bob...
I'm a Jack of all trades,
Yet but master of quite few...
Let me list now...
Some of the things I can do...
Cook a meal, you won't
soon forget,
Eatting my meals,
You'll never regret...
Hearing me make music...
Maybe not the best...
But so far, in my life,
I've passed near every test....
To write, especially poems,
For me it's great fun,
And for me to be a stand-up
comedian,
You ought'a see my next run...
And collecting books,
Enjoying them too,
These are but a few,
Of the things I can do...
But of all the things,
The world has to offer,
The most precious..
Are family and friends,
You can put that in your coffer...
And, of course health...
In that I suffer a bit...
But it never emperils,
My often keen wit....
And the one elusive thing,
I absolutely covet. the most...
Is that sense of happiness...
Elusive as a ghost...
But that's okay,
I still feel quite blessed
Even though some intentions,
I inadvertently have messed...
So I thank my friends,
One and all,
And if it seems,
I've got too much gaul...
I apologized in advance...
And hope you'll abide me..
I've taken a chance,
To piss off you all.....


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Lifetime

Have you stopped a moment to calm your thoughts?
Have you stopped and look around you?
What do I see?
I see letting go of my heal
Anxiety are illusions
I see the World with beauty of perfection with full of possibilities
Dreams being alive and realized
We have challenges
We have sorrow
We have violence
We have love
We have goodness
We have joy
Dealing in the best way of possibilities
Breath of beauty around me
Breath of richness in family life
Breath of a gift in a whole
Breath of fortune of a rainbow
Breath of a blessing prayer
Positive value in the World which makes life joyful
Uncertainty of experience life’s future
Follow your heart by being alive
Live for the present
My time to live those precious things in my life
How truly blessed I am
My time to live


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we're not in Kansas anymore

Have you ever found your mind
drifting into that dark place
that secret and dense absence of light
look into the mirror and say
"There is beauty in destruction"
running your fingertips down your spine 
collarbone wrists hips ankles
only to feel numb
your heart imploding 
as the gravitational pull
plays tug-o-war 
with your passion
10 versus 1
your heartbeat slows
leaving behind a shell
the exquisite mask your sold your soul to construct
was it worth it
did all of your dreams come true
are you happy
pure 
untouched
perfect
no
just the 3rd degree burn of deception
fall to your knees 
beg for the last five years of your life back
thin chance
slim chance
anything but fat chance
click your heels 3 times
all that glitters is long gone
follow the yellow brick road back to your heart 
grab hold of yourself
time waits for no one 
not even you


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Soup From Scratch

Some people see a bowl of soup,
I see the ingredients...
Some people see the words...
Nothing wrong with that...
They are talented, artistic...meaningful...
I see the heart capable of forming them
I see the mind behind the words...
I see immense value added to this
Version of reality...
By the words of those....
Far wiser, far kinder,....
Than I....
I see love, concern....
Things I cant find in my own family...
I find hope...the most precious of gifts,
Bestowed upon me by those with
no ulterior motive...
These simple things
Restore my faith in humanity...
How blessedly lucky I must be...
To have stumbled, somehow,
Upon these most gentle, wise, souls
Serendipity at the soup
Soul of the soup...
I sometimes wonder if these
Wonderful people in Georgia
Realize the incredible
service they are providing
for the rich of word,
the rich of heart,
For the beneficial expression,
Of all mankind...
All over the world...
I know they are not getting rich off us,
But we off them..
For uniting those who know
The art of words...
Seemingly....a vanishing art.
The gold mine of thought
To be mined here...
Far exceeds ....
The gold of the richest
Treasure chest....


Details | Prose Poetry | |

An Open Letter to all my Poetry Soup Pals

This community should only control Congress, the sh_t would stop flyin, the 
politicos stop lyin'.....You guys are great...
To Wilfredo Derequito; thanks, buddy, you're right, I am too old- but I'm still one 
dam_ good rockin' musician!!  Besides, have you seen a recent picture of Mick 
Jagger?  I seen mummies that looked younger. And, I sympathize (along with the 
devil)...how you got to that 19th Nervous Breakdown....I mean, all those years of 
un-Derequito'd love, gotta take it's toll...ha,ha.  Best regards, buddy,....tom

and to Shar...you are so sweet a person, but I gotta admit I got back 100 times 
the love and satisfaction from my Dad...he even taught me to love music of the 
30's and 40's, and he often jammed with my band (harmonica- he was the best!!)
He was not only my father, but my best friend, my bar-buddy, my assistant cook,
and my confidant....( I am an excellent cook...)...he brought me more joy than I can 
relate....I was the lucky one.... which made losing him (a year long struggle that 
greatly tested my ability to "hang-in there")

and to Chrisy...hi sweetie, so glad to hear from you...God Bless

Later, dudes and dudettes......tom


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Eat Your Veggies {Epulaeryu}

                                                Sister's own  homemade pot pie
                                                          grab ready pie crust
                                                    mixed can veggies gravy  beef        {Stir}
                                                           bake bottom crust  first            {15 min}
                                                               fold   ingredents
                                                                 add top crust              {Pinch Edges}
                                                                       bake !                         {  1 Hour }
                                                                
                   








Tribute To Homestyle Cooking
        Thanks Sis


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Sentence

What is a meaning of our body chart?
How can someone survive without a Heart?
Heart is a main organ if it pumps perfect,
Rest of the body we can later number’s select.

Brain opens his eyes when he drinks blood,
Light comes into eyes when it opens lid.
Brain commands a body when blood picks a message,
And delivers it to an organ and comes back to heart.

Feet, hands, Arms and legs has working hard,
It is a miracle of a heart to pumping blood,
Foods and drink produce energy to warm up blood,
To maintain a body: to reach on temperature hands.

If a person smokes, blood gets coloured and thick,
When a clout disturbs blood to flow normal,
Alcohol helps to heart to pumping it hard,
A hard working pressurised heart loses age card.

Don’t eat and drink for taste, eat food to cure a heart,
Love and anger, feelings and nature is cause of blood,
If heart is working normal, a person keeps patience,
When blood disturbs a person life is having sentence.


Details | Rhyme | |

Man Without a Head

There is a certain man I know who has no head,
And lifeless he lies within his cold, hard bed.
He cannot think or discern to make a rational choice;
He cannot eat or taste or lift up his voice.
He cannot hear secrets, truths, whispers or yells;
He cannot breathe the air  or distinguish smells.
He cannot read or see his way out, around his room;
He cannot feel or hold to write, wash and groom.
He cannot, even, lift his arms and legs at all,
He cannot stand upright; he would only fall.
So, paralyzed, he lies cold and hard upon his bed;
Out of place and function, the headless man is dead.


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Healing Hands

    

Fearful and quite she sits beside her man,
As the doctor proclaims he needs more x-r