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Details | Free verse | |

Grief is Grief is not

Grief is not something we “get through”…
you “get through” a bad day
Grief is not something we “get over”,
“you ”get over” a cold”
Grief is not something we “move on from”
you “move on from” a bad relationship”
 
But Grief is… a companion we “move forward with”,
learning from and growing, with each agonizing step.
 
Grief is… a heart-wrenching process, not bound by time,
But sets us on a “lifelong journey” of finding truth and meaning…
 
Grief is not a crutch we hold onto for pity
It is not a lack in character
It is not a weakness that needs to be strengthened
Or a problem that needs fixing
It is not an enemy to be slain
Or like a wild animal, to be caged
 
Grief is… “A METAMORPHOSIS OF HUMAN LIFE”
YES! that needs “time”… “A LIFETIME”
 
Grief is… an acknowledgement of true love shared
and true love lost
 
Grief is… a love we hold so deep within our souls
That our tears fall to caress the pain…
“God given tears”, full of purpose and meaning
For each one carries with it a piece of our heart
 
grief hugs us and holds us close
to a great love we can no longer touch…
grief is… our friend for without it
our lives would have been a lie.

Grief is…purely and simply a journey of love
It is a friend, to those of us who mourn
A friend who sees what we need and allows us to be us
Grief is a release of unimaginable pain…
a release of a great indescribable loss…
 
 
Grief is… the bridge that crosses repentant oceans,
spans desolate canyons, and fear filled mountain tops.
that we may cross over this tragedy to a renewed heart 
by means of the love we shared and continue to share
through the love of our Almighty God
 
 
Grief is…
A pain we can use, to broaden our hearts
and the hearts of all those around us
it is… a road we must travel to gain wisdom.
A level of wisdom you will never achieve by playing strong.
For only when we sink to the bottomless pit of grief
Will we be awakened by the light of truth.
 
Grief…
Do not judge it… for it contains Gods secrets
Secrets you can only hear by listening
through the blare of the pain.
It is a sacred contract to be in awe of and inspired by
To learn from and grow from
To gain compassion and understanding from
It is a journey that holds a sacred contract
That will be signed by each and every one of us
Who has the strength… and the courage…
to love with all your heart and all your soul.
It is not a journey I would wish on anyone
But now that I am here I will walk it with honor
And purpose, with my head held high and my feet in stride
For at the end of this road there you’ll be,
waiting to take me home.


Details | Free verse | |

She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.


Details | Free verse | |

I AM LIVING

It is the old man from the threefold of life 
To whom I have taken control on this
But the poet whatever 
The cause should be 
The one who must walk 
Along the concept
For which beauty fades from 
Measure of apparent
Size of naturalistic explanations
Regardless how rich your heart is 
And none of us is able pass through.

It is the poet who is living 
Psychologically into this burrow of guesses 
And paradises within him
With reflection and with correction 
Of life this creates such 
A record that commands he must live or die.


Details | Free verse | |

Sanctuary of Obscurity

Dare one impose upon the primitive soul, Revolving around solitude—a savant hold warmer than the sun Entranced by every ideal—loving many and no one Would they hesitate to break the sensational sway… As petals of tiger lilies fall upon its sunset eyes Tremulous sighs and exhalations—dedicated to wisdom Looking to the sky…a vast wilderness of celestial light Fixated in the center of star-drafted darkness The wheel of its heart turns smoothly Oiled with only the finest knowledge With brutal truths seeping into the empty spaces Not even the most charming can break its stance Feeble smiles melt away into frustrated admiration For not one could dare embark upon her spirit Without looking first deep within himself Tearing apart the pride that so recklessly razes Ensnaring all that behold him All but one Had one selflessly walked into the midst of this fraction of heaven, He would watch faithfully a sunrise on the legs of endurance And the embracing, smiling arms of patience If one only left their guard for the Sanctuary of Obscurity The skies of white light upon dark would open in reverence The lips that are so fixated upon moist discovery Would have their gentle hold on mortal purity To allow such a moment to exist, Kindheartedness must coexist And hovering humility harnessed deep in vicious sincerity


Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



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 | |

World above the clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of 
shroud,
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the 
clouds.

To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain 
will 
be built,
World beneath where would be 
moving,
And sun rays where will be cold 
and soothing.

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
the 
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud 
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything 
will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays 
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks 
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing, 
shouting,
Like the endless penumbra it’s 
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last



For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this 
anyways


Details | Senryu | |

Misjudged

Standing still head's up
Retrospect greatest pitfalls 
Mass consciousness whim 

Wandering till dawn
Waiting brave for the result
Less breathe heartless beat

Until the mind soar
Now is  inexplicable
Sufferings indeed

People grim anew
For the best of all Juries
Render canny nod

Continued service
Captivated voter's wit
Last laugh never ends.






Details | Light Poetry | |

FORGOTTEN TREASURE

FORGOTTEN TREASURE

I found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right smack in the middle
Was what I thought to be a wishing well
I tossed in a quarter
Looking down, puzzled as can be
I peeked in to see where it fell
I leaned over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was always there waiting for me
The reflection in the water was me before this day and age
I asked what could this be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me

             SKAT


Details | Free verse | |

Me, Myself and I

I thought of things each day
As if they were stream of events
Through my mind away
More scenes I kept
Within my soul blemished
Haunted and reminiscent
Each action that pricked
My inner being in the wilderness
Of its fruition bestowed
For those who deserved
To savor the sumptuous breed
Of nature who spoke
Within the collective cells
That circumscribed
The essence of my existence
I created everything
That pleased and hurt me at once
But it was just fragment
Of essential things
Needed to propel my desires
To become who I am
And be one with everything.


Details | Free verse | |

My Dreams

I want to dream
Like flying across the sky
Finding out greater heights
Seeing others view of reality
And be one with the sky.

I want to dream 
Swimming underneath the ocean
Searching water creatures
Fishes, clamps, and corals
Discern what their importance’s are
In our existence and health.

I want to dream
Walking underneath the ground
Exploring things that make us
Wealthy and abundant
Seeing the sources of gold, diamond
And any mineral alike.

I want to dream all my life
To enjoy everything
With my dream Self
As I always know
It’s another form of my reality.


Details | Senryu | |

Being One

Glitters spread all over
Seeking reflections amidst
becoming steadfast

Long lost better half
Reunite even afar
Sharing out fragments

Standing still staring 
Beyond space and time searching
A spark that mislead

Now after decades
Attracting as one fellow
When moments unfold.



Details | Ballade | |

My Last Wish

If only I can ask the world
To gather all the love
Each person has.

If only I can feel the love
Free of inhibitions in some extent 
And share it all.

If only I can be 
With the love of yours
So that I can have my last wish.

If you permits me to  live and die 
Unconditionally with and without you
Oneness reflected indeed.







Details | Free verse | |

You Are on My Mind

You're on my mind
Doing things which you
Love most with me
Creating marvels of life
You want to share
Making impossibility
Possible and real
Exploring the vastness
Of love we share
Even in our minds
Let's don't stop
These uncanny feelings
Until we realize
It's all in our minds.


Details | Ballad | |

Wandering

I wandered the vastness of the universe
Just to met you here
I considered many life times to glimpse
Your adorable essence
I explored the magical land of Atlantis
Even the technological Lemuria
I lived a couple of thousand of years in Sumeria
And learned to spoke magical words
I lived with the hundreds of lambs in Syria
To learn how to live with them in the barren land
I was in Mongolia to learn how to cook food
And created my own menu
I was with the Emperor and Empress of Japan
To be one of their counsels
I was once a daughter of a peasant in Italy
Learned to live with a single meal a day
I learned to fly an airplane in France
And leave my profession for marriage
I craved to wrote songs in Canada
But still longed for someone I knew
I was with you in the battle ground of ancient Egypt
I learned how to kill and to be killed then
I tried to discover more about myself
Lived inside a cave of mountainous Indonesia
I entered the great temple of India
To learn how to be the master of my surroundings
But died when a mysterious epidemic spread
I created more thoughts and realized inside a cell in Chile
And killed myself for an escape to my wrong ordeals
I existed again to work on my rippled karma
I visited the temples of Tibet to find peace
I discovered how to heal myself
And every person I tormented
I roamed around the great City of Brazil
But to no avail I never saw someone like you
I remembered why I am here then
I still chased you in further ground of Incas
But nothing happened
You still left me for another person
I continued to soar within this land
And was killed while counting miles across the sea of England
I explored the lessons of to be abandoned
As I always waited for this love
I was catapulted again in the battle fields of the Philippines
Where I was killed in an ambush with my three best friends
Yet my desire never materialized
I returned here being wary you was out of life again
I decided to get back to the golden planet
But escaped before the capsule like craft flown
While have had a thought in mind
That I am expected you to came
And now finally we bumped each other again
This will be the last life I shall chose to see you
Since I planned long before this moment
I will be home where I am from
And be one with my sparks.


Details | Rhyme | |

Bitter

Struggling to be part
Of your affectionate heart
But nothing to expect.

Searching my share of
Fragments with your mind stuff
Still longing for whiff.

Oh this life always
Mingling with equal heartaches
Destined to be parted ways.

Whether this thing exists
I still be longing with tears
My existence persist with tests.

Rushing biddable thoughts
All the years with struggles
Misdeeds cause bitterness.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

wishful

Wishful

on the green meadow
there was  a
a white lily
such beautiful
fresh
fragrant

silence in the deserted
befriended harassment
echo heart

“if 
I could bargain this fate
I’d buy  dragonfly wings
achieved my right of freedom” said lily

was flying over
red dragonfly
cheerfully whistling
hummed
beautiful melodies

“I'm an admirer of art
devotee every beauty
I don’t  deny
you're the real beauty”
what a feeling
embraced  by the prince of love
alluring lovers
present
drunken romance
dazzling the lover’s eyes

if 
I could bargain this fate
I’d  buy your charms” said dragonfly

Laughed and laughted
loudly
wise wind 
blew down the dragonfly
to hug lily

lily with dragonfly wings
require practises to fly
to treasure her freedom

while
dragonfly was simply enjoying
the beauty
fragrance
and love

wingless
without flying

whispered wise wind
I am the Inexhaustible story
every second together
wishful tones
sweet dreams

if I could bargain this fade
i’d transform  the blue sky
into thoughtful poetry

~(c)sukmawati komala~
08 April 2013


Details | ABC | |

New Year

Years past unfold
Seems just yesterdays 
Tomorrow will be New Year
Streams of thoughts never change.


Details | Haiku | |

New Year's Eve

Clock tics so smoothly
Whilst celebrants big bang came
Past out new hopes in.



Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Haiku | |

Essence

Rippling sound melting
One's inner being outward
Unite its fragments


Details | Free verse | |

Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's


Details | Free verse | |

The Center's Footsteps

Thoust message rings,
But it is a wretched beauty.
Sew up thine tongue;
It forks in many directions,
Ensnaring, passing through the centers,
Weaving a thread gleaming, deceivingly white,
Yet drenched in the black goo,
The sticky gobs of our source, our blood.
Cast aside thine needle,
Let time make it blunt.
Wallow in thine sorrow,
But only for a moment.
Up, up with you!
The sticky gobs cannot protect thee.
See me, Hear me.
For I see thee...
Thou hast split thine tongue
To hide, to forget.
Thine forked words, black to all, clear to me.
Go on, go ahead,
Walk through its enveloping black.
And when you cannot run,
Crawl.
And when you can’t do that anymore, 
Find someone to carry you.
Thou art strong!
Let thine center give you new feet!
Yet,
If even thine center falls weary,
I shalt be thine legs.
I shalt carry you, my friend.


Details | Narrative | |

Just for Me

In the past I remember how things were so simple
When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples
Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child
When I think again my heart told me I was so wild
Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone
The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done
Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard
So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard
I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain
With such under statement I did things for no gain
I was a child who held true to what he has learned
But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned
When I made up my mind that people was not kind
I led myself in a confusion that I was blind
In the past I do recall that seeing is believing
So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving
Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me
I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee
The feeling of tingling ran through my vain
My view of the world and people who knew me was stained
Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings
Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing
Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray
And rather fallow everyone I just walk away


Details | Narrative | |

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


____________________________________________________________
Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thoughts and Dreams

So many dreams, so many thoughts 
Going through my mind
Although it seems, I may have lots
I still need to find

A way to put these dreams,
These thoughts into motion
Because sometimes is seems, 
I just make a commotion

About the good that could be done
About how I should act
About the direction I could run
About how I should react
To each and every one

But what good are my thoughts
What good are my dreams
Unless I find the means
To make them a reality
Unless I find a way
To make them part
Of each and every day

So I won’t just think about
And then right away doubt
The good that could be done
The way I could act
The direction I could run
The way I could react
To each and everyone
The victory that could be won

Instead when I see
The part I could play
I won’t doubt but believe
That there is a way 
To put these dreams
These thoughts, into action
Because now it seems
It might give me satisfaction

To be the person, to be the one, 
Who doesn’t just dream
About the direction he could run
Who doesn’t just think
About the victory. that could be won
But does the things,
 the thoughts and dreams
That have long been, left undone


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Ode | |

Dreamer

Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one that reaches for the highest of heights.
I use the clouds as a helpful step to rest my feet as I reach. 
Stretching my arms up high, trying to grasp a hold of the stars. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that struggles through the thistles and thorns. 
Reaching forward, eyes tearing up as I bleed for the light that will soon be mine.
I use the light's rays as motivational beams, urging me forward. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one who fights through the ridicule and puns. 
I fly through the maze of the bombardment of insults and put downs, straight to my prize. 
I use the tormenting words as encouragement to later prove them wrong. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that searches for truth. 
I wander through a world of lies and tricksters as they try to make me lose focus.
Discovering traps and evading paths of lies by evaluating them with logic and reason.
With every lie evaded, I inch closer to the truth. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am that one, the one who dreams.
For without dreams I am nothing, but a human with no purpose. 
And when my dreams are reached, the scars I will wear proudly.
For the struggles I had faced will stand as validation to how much my dreams are worth.


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


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 | Free verse | |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Personification | |

Puzzle Piece

A puzzle piece you are to me 
Like a vine without any leaves. 
Your heart is pure your soul is 
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll 
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes 
it seemed, knowing they said 
no babies for me! Always a 
surprise you seem to be just 
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months 
you walked but not until 4 did 
you first talk! Always a terror 
making a beautiful mess always 
a surprise that has yet to be 
met! The twists and turns I 
know we will see will seem 
somewhat like a roller coaster 
to me! The milestones and 
special gifts you bring will make 
my life seem Like a dream, my 
special boy I have always said 
How special I knew not till 
Aspergers they said! The 
journey will be trying the 
journey will seem long! But 
with our family together we will 
chug along! My special boy I 
love you so and cannot wait to 
see you mature and grow! Now 
we have a goal we have our 
dream you see to make you the 
perfect fitting puzzle piece!! 


Written by: Christina Kirks 
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For 
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr 
Mommy loves you to eternity 
and beyond! Forever and 
always!



Details | Narrative | |

Dreams Of Reality

Dreams Of Reality
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A difference of a world a way
A distance of a different kind
Love is blind and divine
Hold my hand
Let us touch the sunshine
On this hill of heaven we stand 
I pray

From one another 
Life and the world will never take us
Unless it’s together
Then we will become forever
Never leaving each others presence
Our bond becomes stronger in living
With every day
I stare into your glare
Wishing we live on; and long 
Strong and healthy 
We will grow old
In a happy union together
Looking beside me
Coming to a reality
You’re not there
My dreams are not reality 
My love has perished. 


Details | Acrostic | |

Bridge Over Troubled Waters

If finding yourself means going it alone, You shouldn’t—a fact that is painfully plain. Need is a naturally human bemoan, A collaboration helps you remain, a Friend to those who also have needs to atone. I'm clearing a path, a push straight ahead, Sailing stress free in my life stem to stern. Right where I should be, clarity widespread, Behind me no wake or substantive churn. Like all things in life from which one must glean, A period of time flowing under Bridge where it is swept quite far out to sea, Over vastness like far distant thunder Troubled and troubles, mere seconds they flee Water healing life’s fires placed asunder. I promise you one fact I now cherish Will power alone is power itself, so Ease your mind with the faith you’ll not perish Your success assured, fear placed on the shelf Mind over matter, peace you’ll inherit. © David Wegman 2014 Submitted for Roy Jerden’s Poetry Contest: “Bridge Over Troubled Water - Word Acrostic”


Details | Verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Narrative | |

Healing Words

My mother, my grandmother before has always held a place in my heart.
My father, and my grandfather before has the same part.
I was young and very active with unwillingness to listen fully to what they had to say.
I had a problem, never could be solved without my parents and grandparents till today.
With patience they all come to my aid when I fall on my face.
With little dishonor I listen to them and what they had to say, I embrace.
Over the years I go to them with no doubt a feeling of no dismay.
Over the years I go to them and they help me solve problems that to me is O.K.
Now I am getting a bit more aware of what had happen to me when I was growing.
Now I remember how the ride was in my beginning: it was a trial of not knowing.
With the guided words of my parents and grandparents I survive through them all.
With it some being a problem that I remember I recall.
My mother and my grandmother always said to be patient and it will be easy to solve.
My father and my grandfather always knew that I would grow and evolve.
I could wonder everyday what if my parents and grandparents was not in my life.
I could just think that would be fatal like a stab with a knife.
With knowledge that they had past on to me of what they had experience.
With their proof of teachings they had past on to me is their self existence.
Over the years I grew with life so full of happiness that was because of my families love.
Over the years it showed me the path that led me to all the above.
Now cherish those words that help me through my troubles in my new family.
Now I listen to my parents healing words of wisdom and except them gladly.


Details | I do not know? | |

Walking with Hope


Walking with Hope


I walk with hope,
at long last, I walk with promise,

I no longer crawl,
scurrying between wounded moments,

I stand tall again,
at long last, I sing a peaceful refrain,

sheltered by your love,
I take solace from life's bitter rain,

comforted by your warmth,
I soar free, high above the empty plain.



I walk with hope,
at long last, I walk with promise,

I stand upright,
feeling the radiance of your gentle light,

and I thank you for taking me in,
I am yours, and your breath spreads life,

deep in my heart, my soul, my mind,
you are the love that I have searched so long to find...


Details | Narrative | |

A Woman's Worth

A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears


Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
She works
She cleans
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
The house 
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth 
I’m giving you


Despite of all the stress 
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman 
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.


Details | Verse | |

Brown Eyes

Brown eyes that matched her hair
Sad and unhappy as she stood there
Waiting for her love to return, maybe yes
maybe never, only time will tell
Such sad brown eyes that matched her hair
Tied from behind in the most romantic way
Head slightly tilted gazing down in despair
Looking, but not looking staring into space
Memories, dancing inside her head
As she spoke silently “He promised to return” 
Talking to herself said… “I had to believe
What am I to do this is just my grief”
Time is just a lie man invented it to be wise
When two lovers are together
It doesn’t need Einstein.
He gave such a wonderful love
Love only known to a lonely heart
For what is life if not with him, I prefer to die.
Fool I am to think he will return
He’s been gone so long maybe minutes
maybe days.


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
!!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sooner Recruit

Fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan;
And watched thousands of recruits try to make my Sooners Team.
Often, I’ve enviously wondered what it must be like
To be a touted Sooners recruit, living out his dream.

He’d had a great career through high school;
Made good grades, was a football star, played baseball too.
Coach said college recruiters were watching closely;
So, he tried his very best to make his dream come true.

You see, he’d played on the L’il Sooners as a kid;
Started getting serious about the game when he was only eight
Played with older, bigger boys and practiced hard;
Always told his friends, “To be a Sooner, ya gotta play great”.

Oh yes, his parents raised a football player;
And, even more important, a Sooners fan;
But he wanted more, to be a Sooner,
To feel the glory raining down from the stands. 

Now, the Sooners’ Head Coach is in his living room.
“Son, you’ve got talent.  We think you fit our scheme.
We’re offering you a scholarship, an opportunity
To be an important member of our great Sooners Team”.

His mother smiles her biggest smile.
His father nods proudly and pats him on the knee.
“Lord knows, son, it’s a dream come true.
Go be the very best Sooner you can be”.

He walks into the locker room,
Not quite sure what to expect;
But sure that to play for the Sooners
He will first have to earn respect.

He looks each man straight in the eye - 
Other recruits, trainers, assistants, and every coach.
“Be proud, but respectful”, his mother had said;
Your character, more than your performance, must be above reproach”.

His handshake is firm and he smiles.
“Only one chance for a first impression”, his father had said;
"Always put yourself in positive light, on and off the field.
That’s what it will take to play for the mighty Big Red”.

He meets so many other recruits, each one a high school star.
He’s played against a few and knows they share his dream.
And, to a man, each knows before any chance for Glory,
He first must prove worthy to play for this Sooners Team.

He knows a few will fail to meet the coaches’ expectations.
For some, the scout team will be their fate.
Many will suit up, but rarely play.
Only the very best will ever dare to be great.

Coach says, “If every man learns and executes when called on,
Then this team, we Sooners, will win a lot of games;
But, win or lose, if you play hard and give your very best,
You’ll never have to hang your heads in shame”.

“But gentlemen, with or without you, this team will win.
Every season, the Sooners strive to win it All.
So, listen, work hard, and prepare yourselves.  Each game is war...
And you must be ready when Victory calls”.

Through grueling practices, he finds himself.
As he walks to class, his closest friends are aches and pains;
But, just the other day, Coach helped him up, smiled, and patted his helmet.
“You’re doin’ fine, son.  Keep pushin’.  Remember, no pain, no gain”.

He sees his name on the "open scrimmage" roster for the very first time.
It’s a moment he’ll never forget, another milestone in his dream.
He calls his Mom and Dad, knowing they’ll tell his family and his friends.
He hopes they’ll actually see him play, proof he’s made the Team.

As he suits up for the last pre-season open scrimmage,
He wonders if the coaches would really let a freshman play at all;
But Coach puts him in for eight plays against the first team;
He makes two great open-field tackles and intercepts the ball.

He barely hears the roar of the crowd, as the whole defense “gives him five”.
He’s so excited, he forgets to ask if he can keep that ball.
Fans are buzzing, “Did you see that hit”!?  “Who is that kid”!?
“Will he red shirt or will Coach let him play this fall”? 

He sees his name in the Sunday paper, hears it on local sports.
He’s happy, but he doesn’t let it go to his head.
He keeps his focus and uses it as motivation.
After all, he wants to start one day for the mighty Big Red.

Yes, we’ll hear more of this young recruit.
Perhaps, one day he’ll be the hero of the game.
A seasoned veteran, maybe All Conference or even All American,
Who’s tasted Victory many times and helped glorify the Sooners’ name.

Oh yes, there have been so many who’ve aspired;
But many fewer who’ve actually made our Sooners Team.
They are our heroes, each and every one;
For it’s through their accomplishments, we fans can live the dream.

Billy Vessels, Steve Owens, Billy Sims, and Jason White,
The Selmons, Little Joe, the Boz, Josh Heupel, and “Q”
They, and so many others, were once touted Sooners recruits;
Who set a higher mark and built the Tradition that is OU.

So, c’mon! c’mon! all you great young football players!
Dedicate your talents to OU’s Team and OU’s Fans.
Make Oklahoma’s Owen Field your Field of Dreams,
And feel the Glory raining down from the stands. 


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 :) :) :)


Details | Light Poetry | |

Soul Sisters

Such an Amazing girl god put into my life.

He knew i needed you at that exact time

Funny when we met I thought you were to good for me

But when you approached me the sweetest girl I did meet.

From that day on we have never truly been apart cause I

carry you around everywhere in my heart. You have been the

rock when I needed a friend around, you have been the light

when the darkness consumed me and took away my sunshine

Even when were miles apart the phone connects us and keeps

our strongest bond. 17 years feels like such a short time but

I feel I have always had you in my life. Soul Sisters we were

meant to be.. You my beloved friend are such a fresh breeze

Even after a year apart it was like yesterday that we did part

so through the many miles and through the long hard road

I know this friendship will always survive. Your a burst of joy

to me each day I thank the Lord for the sweet blessing he gave!

BY:Christina McCullouch

7/28/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


Details | Blank verse | |

Sea And Space

I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.

I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.

Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Man's history,
Written in the stars as destiny.

I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.

I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.

Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Our Invincible Defeat

The inner and the outer,
Are dissolving fast in space.
The ominous clouds of thunder,
Are covering your face.

The meek the mild and innocent,
Are trampled under feet,
As we go one marching blindly,
To our invincible defeat.

No more calling softly,
No more calling you,
We've lost our hope and loving,
What once we thought was true.

And now the choice is coming,
Riding on a wave,
To be a free man dying,
Or be a mad man's slave.

And now the drums are drumming,
Drumming down the line,
Will you be marching forwards?
Will you be deaf and blind?

Will the light of sacred meaning?
Shine from bottom of your heart?
As the soldiers go on marching,
Tearing our humanity apart.

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Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


Details | Narrative | |

22 Lines

22 Lines
By Nate Spears


I stand on top of the opinion of the mighty powers above 
Staring into the eyes of their dominion 
Keeping myself armed and fighting 
In mind
In the order of a new world
In the order of new eyes
My spirit is old
In the order of new times
My heart lacks no fear
My hands lacks no wrong
So I have no tears 
to let roll on

As The River Of Jordan splashes in red
My evil days shall past
Consistent with biblical teachings
I speak the truth consistent with loud speakers
Let freedom ring
While I’m running my fingers through the clouds 
I've discovered a savior to save us
Now drip my sun light onto the best
Now drip my sun light  onto the rest
Goodness shall fall from my fingers tips
Onto the pages 
of my ink.


Details | Light Poetry | |

You Alone

Look at you, you have found my heart
With love I stare into your eyes
With passion I devise
I can not part with you or can not stop the things I have started

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I walk by your side and I found my self crying
With your hands so soft with gentleness
With your smile so beautiful with carefulness
I do notice life with you without sighing

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Without a fear of losing you, you are in my visions
With beautiful roses by your side 
I love you more than twelve times
Without doubt I do love you, I care for you and you alone

So do not walk away 
Please lets talk about things anyway
With feelings of letting you go is make me ache in the heart
Do not stop believing my passion has fallen apart

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I want us to grow old with each other through years of journeys
With hope of sharing life of fulfillment that gives us memories
With this I hope to give all of my faith and I hope it is not to late
I Look into your eyes with such full life because you have been my life date

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

And you alone

So I raise my hands to embrace you

you alone



Details | Ballad | |

With This New Day

I have lived, 
And felt the cost, 
Paid my dues, 
But I have lost_ You. 


 Still I pray, 
As chaos looms, 
And as my blue turns into grey, 
I hear__ 
The angels sing- In tune. 

 Don't be giving in, 
Don't give up my son, 
Or fade away, 
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, 
With this new day!. 

 I have lived, 
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, 
I've paid my dues, 
I - Have lost you. 


 I can hear the angels sing, 
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, 
As the grey seeks out the blue, 
She will__ Your daughter my son--- 
She will return--- To You.

For I have lived, 
Felt the cost of all my walkin days, 
I've paid my dues, 
I- Lost you....


I wont be giving in, 
Won't give up my girl, 
Or fade away, 
I'll lift my chin with the sun--- 
And RISE-- 
With this new day...


Details | Sonnet | |

Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!


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The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!


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Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.


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the new tomorrow

The New Tomorrow 

Shopping street posh boutiques, perfumeries and cafes plenteous 
something for all to eat and drink. My wife has gone to buy a dress 
and I wait with a glass of red wine, as usual, when we are out and
about in town. There are no cars in this street and children are free 
to fool around, I look at them and wonder what the future holds 
for them now that the world is about implode. When they are only 
allowed to express an opinion that is the norm. Should they fall foul 
of this edict and, the powerful listens to their thoughts, they will be 
pushed out as the spoilers and  have only themselves to blame, for 
not being submissive.  And the new adults will be conditioned to 
have no mercy for losers of this sacred joke of an evil democracy. 
But the edifice of human greed will fold one day, nature will see to 
that, reek destruction that few humans will survive. So play now 
little ones tomorrow has nothing to offer but the suffering caused 
by your antecessors who willfully took his pleasure and left you to 
suffer the consequences.          


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Who Am I

Who am I?
Question indeed!

  W-eaned from tender 
age,in noble family of ten.
  H-urt by the demise of 
the tube that brought 
me into this theater of 
struggles and pains.
  O-rdered about by the 
whimps of this 
world,facing the hurdles 
of life daily from 
cradle,never giving up 
hope.
  
  A-fine young man of 28 
I am,who has the 
experience and wisdom 
of the aged.
  M-astering the arts of 
life-learning from lessons 
of life's victims and 
didactic poems 'cos man 
of fame I intend to be for 
I bear the name Bob.

  I-lost my poetic gift at a 
stage but recovered it in 
poetrysoup for invisible 
entities say a 
lesser being I shall be,but 
another encourages me 
to move on,for great is 
one who comes out of 
the shackles of life 
undeterred for this is who 
I am.



Name: Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
Date:24-10-2013.


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The Fight

Most people know not true struggle,
Most pass through some short lived fight.
Experiencing dire, maybe a few times only, 
Could make one stronger…
Yet endless battle, does not ignite power 
But shatters a creature 
‘til true essence of core is recognized. 


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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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Bravery

It's not a lesson to be taught
Or a skill to be acquired
It's the nudge to move forward
Open when the time is right
It's the spirit inside
God leading on the way
On the journey to discover
He is all you need
It's the courage to let go
Say yes instead of no
Reveal what you've been holding back
As Jesus takes the wheel
It's the realization that it doesn't matter
What others think of you
God leads you where you're meant to be
Just allow you to be you
It's the standing up to fear
Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!"
The battle has been fought too long
Time to let the stalemate end
It's the inspiration you've been holding
For others and for yourself
The light we've been dimming
Rather than shining on His behalf
It's the spontaneity in the decision
To follow His call all the way
Discovering peace in being you
Wide open as the perfect creation you are
The world out there is brutal
But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand
His bravery now is all we have
But His bravery of love is all we need
May God bless you!


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Finding Truth

Truth that is masked by the heart of a man
Can only explain the start of a lie
A lie so heavy, it spits on your plan
Left with emptiness, your soul on crows fly
Lost while still young, forgotten by the path
Living with shame, that no longer gives pain
Held at the throat by the questions wrath
How dark was made, that ignorant stain
Now you delve into knowledge left by the wise
In order to uncover a truth that was hidden
Burdened with sorrow whilst the nurser cries
Hindered by usurpers who have want of no lesson
Hold on to the railing, prepare a strong mind
For never you know what's out there to find


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Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


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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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Earth

Great Earth
Earth great earth 
taut gravity source
A welcome sight of star 
thrust return.
Mist shroud world
kind to those nature borne
Layered in protective 
season
The equator exotic
splendor
Sought mostly 
as a sort of Eden
Tropical terrain of water and 
ore rich resources 
immerse in humanities
advances
Well worth its place 
cosmically arranged
A beacon of life
This rock is amazing..... 










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My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


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I Will Never Turn Back

I'm coming back to thy holy home,
I have laid down my lugage of loss,
Never again will I retire, run or roam;
I now cling to Christ's convenant and cross. 

I have laid down my lugage of loss,
God's holy hands holds my humble heart,
I now cling to Christ's convenant and cross,
singing solemn songs... a sincere journey starts.

Gold's holy hands holds my humble heart,
I'll never turn back, bend or bow to sin,
singing solemn songs ...a sincere journey starts,
now I woo wisdom and wealth from within.

I'll never turn back, bend or bow to sin,
never again will I retire, run or roam; 
now I woo wisdom and wealth from within,
I'm coming back to thy holy home.


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Death

Death Aug. 04, 2011
What is death but a journey of the unknown? This one word brings the bravest most intelligent of human kind to their knees. Fear fills the heart as one begins to wonder, what if?
Watching those nearing death experience things of the unknown only they can see and hear brings more questions. At times reaching for things we can’t see or talking with those unseen by us. Yelling no, I don’t want to or you can’t take me! Others smile and seem to be at peace while many others are just unresponsive.
If you watch children and ask them questions when in the room of a dying loved one; answers come that might surprise or even shock some. A child was told by a physician he was such a good boy and so quiet while everyone visited his sick grandma. The boy while coloring told the physician the beautiful angels around grandma’s bed asked me to color quietly so everyone could see grandma one last time before she leaves with them. Surprised by his answer they all just looked at one another. Then the little boy said, “Bye grandma”. He said, “See grandma is leaving with the angels.” Getting up to check the patient the physician found she had just passed away!
Why was the child able to see what no one else could see or hear? Is it the innocents and not having learned to disbelieve? Why are some so afraid in the face of death? I watch others filled with faith, which is at peace and ready to go. Others say nothing at all and show no expression. Some say they are ready and then panic and will do anything not to die begging you to help them!
Death is the unknown journey we wonder about and watch as loved ones experience it. What will we do if death finds us? Are angels surrounding you and singing songs of comfort? What sort of things will be waiting for you when you take your finale breath? 
Death is not meant to be feared, as they lay waiting to pass; comforted by an experience only shared by a few on lookers from time to time; beautiful angels and amazing colors have been described. At times sounds so wonderful yet nothing like anything ever heard before are talked about. Things children say are always the most beautiful and short. Children speak as if we surely see and hear the same things as them for how could we not? At no time are these children ever afraid! Death was filled with beauty and angels took care of their loved one as they left peacefully together never looking back!
                                                                              Debbie Knapp.


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michelle



                    Michelle ~
                        my sister we have been through life suffered loss
                 you making conscience effort to make amends for past

                         Je Taime Cheri  ~
                Michelle~                
                    my sister finding her own path without orders 
                 never have I left your side knowing in time you will see

                   
                             so proud to be called yours 
                    Michelle ~my sister
               Loving you always unconditionally 

              we all stubble and fall on this ridged road 
                      Michelle I love you 
                                    not enough told ~


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My Spiritual Journey, I'm Still Roaming

I grew up physically abused,
with only grandma to hold on to.
I was a frail child confined,
and couldn't understand the pain I was going through.
I roamed!

In my teenage years,
I was rebellious and out of control.
Emotional scars were souvenirs,
and I felt I lost my soul!
I roamed!

Down a long dark path,
I thought my spiritual journey would end.
Listening to a demonic laugh,
I found myself in prison with no friend!
I roamed!

I cried out to God for an answer,
for the death of my grandma was too much!
Spiritual pain ate me away like cancer,
and I felt God had just lost touch!
I roamed!

Down that dark tunnel of tribulation,
I began to see a spark of light.
I continued forward with determination,
with a stronger spiritual appetite!
I roamed!

Inside behind these evil walls,
I constantly fed my hungry mind.
At times I felt so small,
but mentally I was no longer confused!
I roamed!

I was once weak and frail,
and attempted suicide with a knife.
I fought my way out of hell,
because I now valued my life!
I roamed!

My journey began so long ago,
and the strength of my heart continues on.
I survived a spiritual TKO,
emotional scars remain, but insecurities are gone!!
I still continue to roam!


Written for Drake Eszes contest "I, roam"


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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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Before a rainbow appears there must be a little rain

Before a rainbow appears
there must be a little rain
Before we find true love
we must have a little pain
you might run away from your problems
but your problems still remain
you have to leave the past behind
before you can make a change.

To travel through life successfully
you have to accept life is no bed of roses
and you have to ride the storms
see problems as a challenge
you can learn from
take the bull by the horns.

You can't rely on others
to give you a helping hand
and get on
you may have won a battle
but there maybe a war to overcome.

Life is for living
and serving God up above
to thank him for all he has done
and his love.

Don't put off until tomorrow
what you can do today
or one morning you may wake up
to find it's too late
your old and grey.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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Questioning Life

Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention...
To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall.
In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, 
Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole.
Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, 
the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! 
Infusion connection the union eternal, 
Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole,
is truly encountered from deep within query
The meaning the truth the love of it all...
Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing,
The clear light of being shows beauty once more.
Accept what is given agree to the treaty.
Fight not with your fears, and answer your call.
Find substance in living, step over delusions. 
Regardless of meaning, life’s radiance will soar.
So use this awareness these words and this practice,
Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall..
When sad and when empty in need of intention,
No doubts I plead! No need to explore!
Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings,   
Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... 
Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one!
In oneness we’re whole! 


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Where Is My Life Going


As I think about where my life has been...
It’s hard to believe that I’m still here again!

I think about the many things
 I’ve been through.
And ask myself the question; 
“what am I going to do?”

With the trials of life, 
have come trials.
A life filled with uncertainty 
and many “traveled miles.”

It’s like riding the waves of life’s stormy sea.
Never knowing where the next wave will take me!

Everything I know...  And all that I’ve done…
I lay down my life at the feet of Jesus... 
 God’s precious son!

I ask you Jesus for mercy!  I come to you now!
I come before your majesty and humbly bow!

You’ve brought love and wholeness within!
You’ve given me a “new life!”  
And took away my sin!

I love and thank you Lord, 
for your hand extended!
The beauty of your holiness
 is to be commended!

You brought to me hope,
 in a hopeless situation!
And have given to me 
the wonderful gift of salvation!

By Jim Pemberton


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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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The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



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Catch My Fall

God, please heal this broken soul
And tell me where to go
Because I don't know where to go.
Into Your Arms,
I give my all
Because You're the Only One
Who can catch my fall.


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My Best Friend

My best friend
Is your best friend too!
He died for me;
He died for you!


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Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


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Last Summer Saturday

Poorly heated coffee;
I can't seem to get it hot enough.
Tired eyes still rolling,
Film draped for dreaming.
This last Summer Saturday,
Might as well call it Fall.
The pumpkins out and jumping,
Future jack-o-lanterns for fun.
Gentle breeze cascades,
Every once in a while a poof.
Sunny sun still sunning;
Please don't ever go away.
Time to heat up the coffee;
My goodness this is good!
So open arms and lean back;
God is so, so good!


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Eternal Existence

Arising from the ashes a Phoenix unseen
Burn to a crisp has been all things unclean
Soaring to the heaven way up above
Left floating above is a fire tail of love


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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


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Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier


Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
 beaming 
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 


Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
 
White
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
 
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 


So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!


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God Almighty

When I came to you I was broken and frail~Half my mind gone in despair

 Feeling so Low~Like mud on the ground~Wondering if my Joy would ever

 be found~Fighting and resisting at the very Start~then slowly you entered my heart

 Quietly and gently working insid my soul knowing just what you were doing to help me glow

You broke into my soul where I had been suffering the most you cleansed me

and entered me showing me what I needed to see, working endlessley on my soul

you cleansed me and made me once again whole. God almighty you never cease to

amaze me always by my side even when I'm at my worst, loving me endleslly and uncondionally..

You have opened my heart to the beauty again, the beauty of the clouds the beauty of your creations'

The beauty of the rain, the beauty of the thunder, the beauty most of all of your people.

Opened and vunerable I am to you always. Enter me and have me do your will in my life

help me to always follow you in every aspect of my mind, body, and soul with every ounce of me

Silently by my side help guide me in my ways so I do your ways and your will dear god almighty

Walking together down this journey in life nothing can go wrong with you by my side

Hold me and love me in this I pray guide me down the right roads along my way

I want you by my side for the rest of my life, no more going alone on this journey

I need you Lord God ALmighty to guide me ,Love me. and Hold me through my good and bad times..!

Written By Christina McCullouch 8/3/2012


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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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regret

We live our lives here for a reason 
 we all make mistakes along the road 
regretting nothing would be a form of Narcissism  
No lesson learned 
no lesson told~

Should have  could have   would have
are thoughts that can be entertained   
we are not perfect on the road walked~

Taking your own inventory 
discovering any pain 
 written down will release
the brave thing to do 
Look at your self and discover ~

 "Harm to one another  in gossip or lies told 
 false stories full of hateful intent
listening to these   
 silently agreeing to participate "

Regret undiscovered causes Rage ~

People whom see eyes closed  People we all meet 
 courage in taking our own inventory  
learning every day is a lesson shared
clean your side of the street 
doing your best to forgive your own heart 
then others ~


Details | Free verse | |

Porn No More

I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


Details | Acrostic | |

EMPOWERMENT

Engage not Enable
Motivate not Manipulate
Partner not Pressure
Opportunity not Obligation
Work not Wish
Emancipate not Enslave
Rectify not Roadblock
Mobilize not Marginalize 
Elevate not Eliminate
Now not Never
Treasure not Terminate

Contest: Verlena's "Strength Empowers"
Date: 7-24-14


Details | Rhyme | |

The Risk of Choice

It would be too easy to not believe
And not have faith in all He wants us to see.
But I don't want to risk my life being saved
Because of a choice I was refusing to make.


Details | Ballad | |

JUST BECAUSE

A different time and generation 
No spoken words could say more 
When touch was not just a feeling 
You could be rich when you were poor

And a smile was like the sunrise 
Eyes could make time stand still 
Beauty was in the moment 
No ticket needed to have a thrill

You could court without a judge back then 
A date could be a Sunday drive 
Dreaming was done while awake
No need of power drinks to feel alive

Life wasn't techno managed 
Engagement could be a surprise 
Watermelon seeds and Double Cola 
On the Princess' hand a sparkling prize

Chocolate was more than candy
Boy or girl was discovered on delivery day 
Dinner meant more than eating
The outside world didn't get in the way

But these good ole days haven't disappeared 
On Francis Street they've taken pause 
Past and present seamlessly intertwined 
You can't explain it..
it's just because!

Sponsor: Royal Trevino
Contest Name: Heart felt poem


Details | Light Poetry | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Nonet | |

Little Hell Raisers { Nonet}

<                             I'm going on journey ~ back in time
                               When I should of listened to my .... heart
                               But instead just followed ....  head 
                               What a mistake that .... was
                               Let me tell you .... now
                               Poor old ... lady
                               Didn't ... do
                               Noth ~ ing
                               Wrong !



                              Carrying her groceries home from the ... store
                              Me ~ brother ~ sister ~ brother's ... friend
                              Tossing lit~ firecrackers
                              Laughing ... and .... giggling 
                              Looking ~ for ... trouble
                              And here she ... came
                              Four ..... against
                              Just ... one
                              Wow   !



                              Bet poor old women didn't .... expect
                              Handfull of lit .... firecrackers
                              To be tossed in her own .... bags
                              Others ran like .... dickens
                              I stayed and helped   ...  her
                              Picked up her ... stuff
                              And ... carried
                              Them ... all
                              Home !
                           
                           
                           
                           
Entry For
Linda Marie's
A Journey Back In Time
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Move On

So you sinned?
Well, that's done and over with!
Keep it in the past
'Cause that's where it belongs.
But ask Jesus for forgiveness;
Don't dwell on mistakes any longer
Because He makes you new again:
Renewed.
Love is the outcome;
Forget the wrongs,
Love and move on!


Details | Free verse | |

Champion

We walk talk like champions in the streets of nowhere planting seeds birthdays turn into funerals the life cement was not strong enough to build our hopes or blessings that petrol drive through our hidden abilities we all have spare wheels that God personally manufactured for us and He made education our only air filler for flat tires and this is why we don't stop and breath on our way to our dreams before we get admired right at this moment sum1 is getting cured through the love of spoken worded words laying clear pictures and he could name us life pitchers with endless scriptures and that's for his ears as he turns to be the world's champion


Details | ABC | |

Light

Within the darkness
There is a glittering light
Its radiant shine passes
Through anyone's mind
It shall create realization
And enlightenment
That ripples in space
Everyone has spark of light
But the sparks of all 
Are brighter than one?


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,

tomorrow shall be ours,

we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,

of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows,

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





Details | Free verse | |

Beyond The Distance And The Days

Our love grows stronger,
Even beyond the distance,
Even beyond the days.
I know you're with me always
And I'm always with you;
In God together we're together forever
And physically we'll be together forever soon.


Details | Rhyme | |

MY JOURNEY

A spiritual journey 
I develop more diligently
It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity 
Without the journey, there is no point to the destination 
To move ahead I must have no hesitation
Your experiences are not who you are 
I definitely aim for the stars
We are just the passengers relying on God’s navigation
In life we never have a travel plan but look to our destination
We are nothing but the passengers and God is at the helm
In our lives we are always on a journey here in this earthly realm
So many people are miserable but pretend to smile and grin
But are held captive by their own sins
We are have misconceived notions of time
Remember authority is nothing more than history defined
In a world surrounded with glitter and lies
Through history we all have been cheated and despised 
Life is a journey that will never end

“As we get older the journey of our lives does’t really exist to us anymore because we know 
we will be entering another journey.”


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Free verse | |

My Notebook

Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper 
It looks like you’re outtah luck…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest… 
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I’m not trying to irritate you purposely

Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent 
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant  

I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book 
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…

But, you’re like no other . . .

You’re like a mat – you’re constantly stepped on…
I’m like YOUR unwanted tool – 
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool 
When, in fact, I’m the fool by your side…
You’re drifting…pushing me aside…

I’m writing words of truth though – 
Expressing how much I’m fond of you 

I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time 

At times, I feel that I’m awkward when I’m around you

You’re like a backpack – you carry everyone’s weight…
You’re like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I’m a distraction to you – you’re wasting valuable time…but don’t hesitate 
I’m writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn’t exist…
But these feelings aren’t as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess 
I didn’t mean to screw up your progress…

Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, 
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  

When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book


Details | Free verse | |

Living the Dream

Dreams cascade into my life.
Some I have lived.
Others await me in my dream catcher,
for me to full fill.

I walk the silver threads 
that weave them together.
This is my path, 
to have a dream to follow,
to make these dreams come true.

Yes, I have a dream,
And am living it!!


Details | Quatrain | |

Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.


Details | Alliteration | |

Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


Details | Free verse | |

The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.


Details | Lyric | |

God Will

God Will
By Nate Spears
Published 2010 in Inspiration 2 Smile by Nate Spears



When the most difficult times arrive
God will get you by 
When your down to you last penny 
God will stick with you
When it seems impossible 
God want let it stop you
Keep strong faith; strong faith will make it hard 
For any weapon formed against you
That weapon shall not commence you
Faith in GOD is nice
Don't give up
Just trust 
Enclose your palms
Spiritual blessing will combust 
When evil's fired your way
God will make your day.


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part I

Gathering grey clouds
Whip crack of frothing thunder
Is this Africa?


Details | Free verse | |

Jesus, Please Take Over Me

You've fallen down again;
How can you let darkness win?
You just scraped your knee,
You didn't break your leg.
It will all be okay;
I will give you strength.
Brush it off, my child;
Come and take my hand.
Let me help you up again;
You will be okay.
I have always been with you,
And I always will be.
I am by your side,
But this time,
Will you allow me to take the lead?


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Free verse | |

The Name of Jesus

Whisper me the sweet sound of freedom,
The sweet sound found in Your Name,
Holy and Heavenly freedom,
All in the Name of Jesus!


Details | Rhyme | |

Mirror Me

What lies behind the mirror,

What hides within the clouds,

Who protects my mirror,

Who takes shelter  in the crowds,

I protect my mirror,

Hide it from view,

For lying behind your mirror,

Is another side of you,

Some days you’ll be happy,

And others you’ll be sad,

Your eyes will cry your heart will bleed,

But yet you’ll still be glad,

Your loss will fade away,

For you’ll gain something new,

But once you lose yourself,

Then there’s nothing left of you,

With everything I do,

And every sight I’ll see,

I protect my mirror,

Because it shelters me.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Traveler

I took a journey down a dark road,
And now I’m a traveler, exhausted.
My heart, was unable to carry the load,
And I nearly lost it!

I was a traveler looking for an answer
But all I found was heartache.
I watched as Mother battled cancer
And that was almost too much to take!

I became lost a time or two,
And found an old familiar trail.
I had to escape the memory of you,
For I felt I was living in hell!

My travels took me to some dark places,
And some people thought I would not survive.
I’ve come to read expressions on faces,
So, why be surprised that I’m still alive?!

My journey often made me weary,
But I still continued to roam.
I maintained my spirituality,
And soon traveled back home.

I’ve learned a lot about myself
And  I learned so much of others.
Love is more valuable than wealth
And priceless is a hug from a mother!


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Expression of a brush


painter’s fingers
hold me closely
brought me in a 
wonderful destiny

my days
wallowed in
beautiful colors
enjoyed
laughters
flashes of oil paints
each movement
so amazing

without a doubt
guided me in
glides
on white canvas

each sweep
and swing
took me to
a fabulous adventure

I asked the canvas
where I was brought to

while anxiety was appearing
I asked palette
where was
The final stop

Dumb
is the answer
seemed
assured
to stop all complaints

only the owner of the fingers
who understands
only the the owner
of the colors
who knows for sure

as my confusion
was still hanging there

without realizing
before me
has been posted
a wonderful work
dazzled

tired 
disappeared instantly
replaced by
pride
and awe

thank you
my gorgeous painter

~ (c) Sukmawati Komala ~
14 April 2013


Details | Quatrain | |

Cherish

We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.


Details | Quatrain | |

Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!


Details | Blank verse | |

Wild Portland Marion berries

The wild berries of the Northwest 
it seems every path you walk on , they are there for you to sample ,

Almost as The city of Portland  itself is welcoming you with astonishing beauty, the view of a snow tipped Volcano , as if greeting you  with a basket full of fresh wild Marion berries 

The beauty, just picked plump , the color of dark purple 
a fragrance to savor , what will I do ?
will I make a pie or preserves ?
Oh the pancakes and waffles , the Tillamook ice cream is a must ~ 

After rinsing the fresh picked Berries with water and dusting them with fine Sugar , a hint of cinnamon  , if pie , waffle , or cake . maybe just plain ,
serve with whipped cream made from scratch and a leaf of mint .

The Salmon , the berries , roses and apples all in the Great Northwest ,
You may visit however be warned , for many have come this way
Many have travelled a far , 

For the great Spirit of This Northwest will encompass and astound you .
Begging your soul to stay and  live the way of a Portlander .

Give me rain I say , for the green here will blind you, it is
 like walking off the black and white set of Wizard of Oz,
and opening the amazing door to Colors .


Details | Rhyme | |

The Puzzle

I don't have all the pieces together;
This puzzle is just too much,
But God already has it figured out
As He is solving this from above.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thank You Jesus For Changing Me


Thank You Jesus For Changing Me!

Jesus reached down to my life 
and changed it!
His love touched my soul
 and “rearranged” it!

He brought to me his mercy
 and care.
That I may share his goodness 
to people everywhere!

He restored unto me the joy 
of my salvation!
And brought to my life 
a heavenly invitation!

He gave to me everything 
that I needed!
He brings the victory! 
 Satan is defeated!

He really loves you! 
 Won’t you believe him?
Just reach out to him now! 
 And receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Free verse | |

taking a step



This life's journey is like climbing the stairs
each step, year by year. moving up in the air
the higher I get, seems the harder to breathe
My ascent has stalled, sorrow seems to impede

loss of passion to climb and no will to explore
filled with anger, unfairness, ahead a closed door
having desire and need, for a warm body to hold
Fierce hurricane winds, they have taken there toll

thoughts of taking a step, repressed by the tide
it's filling the vacuum, where my heart use to hide 
filled with sorrow and pain, from life on this earth
letting the darkness, decide what it is worth

Is this journey over and do I need to lay down
joy and happiness lost, my heart's closing down
I'll know the end has come, if I don't feel the sunshine
It's rays feed my soul, like a fine cheese and wine

"My body gets nourishment from  Mother Earth,
sunshine fills my soul with Gods grace and mirth"


Details | ABC | |

In your memory

Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.


in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)


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 | I do not know? | |

I Am A Man

I am a man
Who once stood upon the top of his mountain
I am a man
Who had everything he could ever ask for
I am a man
Who held his whole world in his hands
I am a man
Who through his own stupidity crushed it all to dust
I am a man
Who has lost his daughter
I am a man
Who lost his dear wife
I am a man
Who has lost his family
I am a man
Who's whole world collapsed, was turned upside down, torn apart and scattered like the dust he created
BUT I AM A MAN
Who today stands stronger for it
I am a man
Who through it all started walking down the road to freedom
I am a that man
Who may have forgotten to wear shoes
But I am that man
Who with every bridge he crossed, struck a match, and watched that bridge 
burn to ash
I am a man
Who took his bull by the horns
And SNAPPED THOSE ****ERS OFF!!!
I am a man
Who today stands stronger then any oak tree you will ever find
I am a man
Who has been to hell and back
I created hell myself
AND I HAVE SURVIVED
I am a man
I am a man
I am a man
Who is stronger for it.....


Details | Free verse | |

We Are All In This Together

We all have a story to tell.
Ups and downs,
Together, we've been through it all;
God has led us through it all.
Trust Him;
It's all for a reason.
All your pains,
All your struggles,
All your hurts-
They're all for a reason.
God has a bigger plan,
One we cannot see.
Trust Him and pray.
Remember,
We are all in this together.
Together, we have been through it all.
Ups and downs,
We are family-
Brothers and sisters in Christ.
We are friends.
Most importantly,
We are family.
Let's love one another like God loves us.
Let's help each other out
And help each other up with loving hands.
We are His children.
We are His servants
Together on His mission
To love, save, and change the world
For the better.
We are all in this together.
Listen to His praises ring;
Let's praise Him together.
Listen to sister Fantasia sing,
"Sometimes you gotta lose to win again."
Thank You Father!
Amen!


Details | Senryu | |

Probable Options in Life

Within mundane days
Countless options haunted once
Until best opted

Nothing rise nor fall
Only learning lessons gained
Real experience 

Time and space don't bind
Anything comes in mind's eye
Heights and slopes achieved

Sparks of lights mingled
Consciousness adopts matter
Reality without

Broader perception
Discerned beyond paradox
Life is a pattern.








Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


Details | Free verse | |

The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.


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Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


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Your Only Friend

     YOUR ONLY FRIEND       
Out of the night she's called for you
and raised you from a restless sleep
into the life you're going through,
into the life you can not keep.

She's known by all, her name is Death,
you see her, then you realize,
she is your very final breath
and you have seen it in her eyes.

You look again, to clear your head
but truth is truth, and now you know,
your book is finished, it is read,
and now it's time to go.

So long you wondered who she was
if she would ever be a friend,
but now you see the love she does,
and it is there beyond your end.

She whispers all the things you've done
and sings them in her song
each rising star, each setting sun,
it all played out, but played out wrong.

And there is nothing here for you,
so welcome her, she is your end,
and go to where you must go to
to know sweet Death, your only friend.
        ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Quatrain | |

Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Gorgeous Life

You wake me up with Your endless light
So beautiful in shining, so bold, so bright!
You paint the landscapes and let Your love shine
For the whole world to see, to feel Your gorgeous life!


Details | I do not know? | |

Dust of Africa

For ever- and a thousand years, Africa has been our home,
and when our ancestors returned to dust, they became her fertile loam.
So the dust of the deserts and of the plains is part of our ancient line,
and their age-old voice has whispered to us, from before the beginning of time.
 
Their spirit’s calls out, for you to return, and visit them if you will,
so you finally came back,  to the cradle of man, to answer this ancient pull.
By now you know, the fate I warned, has inevitably come to pass-
that the dust of Africa has filtered in, and found its way to your heart!
 
Now the ancient motes of the ancient land, evermore will be
embedded in your head, and  in your heart, where you may think none can see
-but the ancients know, that your visit home has made you, for the first time, whole
and that the land of your fathers, fathers, father is now infused in the depths of your soul.

So they will sing in your sleep, to their dust in your veins, more sweetly than ever before
till you return once again, to journey with them through the land that gave birth to us all

Russell Gammon


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.


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This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!


Details | Rhyme | |

Looking Down From 41 Above

Looking down from 41 above,
I only wish I was below.
The sights and sounds so clear to see
Glitz as white as snow.
The lights are distant to the mountains
And the cabs travel around.
The brightest city in the world
Beams into the heart of this little town.
God please give me the grace to see
You are all I need.


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Life and it's Constant State

Life and its constant state
With a world trying to survive on passion and love
Some try to force other to believe it is fueled by hate.
What a misconception,
A twisted mind in an unfortunate state.
Having the choice of ignorance could be peaceful;
A way to cope.
Yet the knowledge of the truth in experiments, 
Mistakes and living life will bring you wisdom.
No you cant learn the answer to everything 
And likely never will. 
That is what makes so many things in life as beautiful as they are,
A little bit of mystery leaves the mind to wander off into its own
And truly attempt to make the best of it.

March 2013


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I'm Coming Out And Am Proud Of It

There are proud people “coming out!” Yet, they have no idea what real life is about! Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing. Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning! I’m coming out for Jesus! I’ve nothing to hide! I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride! Of my own accomplishments... I’ve nothing to boast! But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost! Whatever pride we have… We’ve all sinned! Jesus told us; “you must be born again!” Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.” Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of! But God reached down to where I was standing! And filled my life with his peace and understanding! The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me! His power alone is what can truly set me free! I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul! I’m going to shout it! So the whole world may know! I’m not ashamed of Jesus! I am NOT! By his mercy… My sins have been blood bought! For each step you take to God… He takes two! Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU? A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking! Come now! And receive HIS life! It’s everlasting! By Jim Pemberton


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Stairway of Life

Within this life
Each step we take
Each moment we make
Time is very short

When you think 
the steps youve made
through this Life's stairway
walk seems forever long
but you must know your wrong

For the stairway of life
each step.. you make
each breath.. you take
is given by blessings from God
Moments of time...

As you never know
when time shall be
you to take last step.. 
quick as a blink.. Eternity

As my Beloved 
Quicker than a blink
He was here.. than gone..
as Life is faster than you think

As you walk
Stairway of this life
Think.. what shall happen?
Where will you be?
Where will your Loved ones be?
For all Eternity.....       ...... 

Come to Jesus
He is the beholder of Eternal life
Know where your going...
Let your Loved ones know...
Know where your loved ones shall be
one day your here.. next???

Follow Jesus steps
God's Request


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Blossom

Like a cherry tree in the spring,
God if this is meant to be,
Please let this blossom.


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UPON THE SEA OF MOONLIGHT

My quiet reflection..........

With the coming of the night

My quiet reflection

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

My journey through the night

There is no darkness to fear

For, the light of the moon is here

 

Soft silver moonbeams.........

More than I can dream

Guides me through the night.......

My journey upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

The night wind blew.........

Filling my sail..........

Filling me too..........

On my journey's trail

 

The night wind blew

Far in to the night

The night wind blew

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

For, the sail never flapped

It remained steady

The night wind trapped

Every gust...........

Every eddy

 

Witnessed only by the night

The silent crossing

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

   

Within all our dreams

We all take sail

Under moonbeams

The journey's trail

 

The night wind blows

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

Darkest

Before dawn

Before the sun rose

The coming of sunlight

 

The dream world

Travelled at night

With the sail unfurled

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

For some...

The journey never ends right

For  some....

Time to leave the Sea of Moonlight

 

Your sail, to catch moonbeams

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

To travel, in your dreams

Pushed far into the night

 

My quiet reflection...........

With the coming of the night

Your quiet reflection

Upon the Sea of Moonlight


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Time

Time (Based of Hans Zimmer's Time)
Down the day, great heroes spent and spilt
An eternity of flight and fight and courage.
I hear them singing- but only for a moment.
Must I open my eyes? My oh so heavy eyes

The needed breath of light washes out my outer dirt,
but still remain the frightened faces, like scars
wrapped around my mad mind- it shrieks
for a fleeting escape to calm lands unknown, serenity calls.

But the glory plays on much like hope never dies
and I will march on with soaring strength to no match
for victory is behind me with the dark and demons
And left for me only, is light and freedom

Reason rarely runs, but as I steady stride
the victor’s way, away my thoughts slip.
Like fantasy’s fledgling my reality is true not,
surreal to some, fake to most, but headstrong I stare into life

Is there something I have missed, lost along the weary way?
For gaps and holes break the focus of my mind 
and my gilded history feels ever far behind
Tears supplant my missing memories unfound. 

And my steps tick on, though each second is too long
So why does a smile find my face now? 
The journey isn’t yet complete, and somehow I know
I have met my fate, and at last I can go. 

written April 27, 2014
Be sure to check out Hans Zimmer's composition here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0kGAz6HYM8


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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!


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An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


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The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





Details | Couplet | |

A soul awakened

Just as our world is awakened by the morning sun
Our robe of life awakens, for a new day has begun

Our spirit activated, when refilled, with a night of rest
As the soul, within all life, takes flight, for this days test

Today my soul's awakened, by watching children play
Running thru a field of tall grass, that I must mow today

As the sense of a hard days work, gives me a joy within
The smell of fresh mowed hay, intoxicates, like bathtub gin

Agitated when past days I see, through a hollow stare
Images of loss, death, strife, will always bring a prayer

A humans robe is awakened by a soul which never sleeps
A personification of God, embedded in us, but is his for keeps

A soul awakes, from the kiss of that angel lying in your bed
This woman, you've promised to cherish, on the day you wed

May the words I've penned on this paper awaken your soul 
To Remind you, of the true joy awaiting you, while you stroll


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THE VIKINGS

Harsh winds blow from a baron frozen land,
Of ice and snow.
Exhaling Nordic gods breath a chilling mist
An eerie foggy vapor creeping along the
 Waters aquatic edge.
Rages angry seas lap against the wooden
Hauls as battle harden men brace for impact
Waves crack tarring asunder splinters oaken shell.
Yet these Icelandic warriors laugh at death,
Savoring it's flavor, and relishing their own bloods
Taste upon salted lips.
The devils seed lives within them, these
 Barbaric conquerors known to history as the vikings
By Thor’s mighty hammer does strike thus,
Against the anvils rough hewed edge.
Sparks fly igniting thunder and lightening below
Splitting apart the very heaven's themselves,
Odin exposes a distant horizons far off shore.
Hear the oarsmen drumming, a pounding, 
 It's hastening beat the inner heart of this vessel
Foretelling hells army will soon arrive,
At early morning highest tide.
Whom shall stand after this storm hits land fall.
The sword unsheathed will take vengeance fill
With it's blade dipped an ink well of blood.
No treaty signed can stop history's mighty wrath
Feel hot Norse breath upon your neck oh roman.
Seek thy brothers kinsman’s council for
 Safety’s sake alone.
Fears children hide beneath a gray cloak of innocence.
Illusions shelter of falsehoods arrogance delusion,
 Believing the walls of roman shall never fall.
A dark shadow is cast over thy world of glittering
Gold a plunders treasure chest a shinning example 
For glistening ripening to fill ill gotten
 Gains empty hauls. 
What price to pay for lies deceit, it's brilliance
Calls forth a trumpeting, a sounding for
 Deaths comforting.  
Valhalla gates open wide, to welcome
Vanquished heroes unto the neither world.
While Romanian drink deeply from deaconesses
Bloody cup.
The Vikings sing a victory song and voyage on
And Odin smile down upon his people 
With pride's honor restored.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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The Chalice of Courage pt3

“You walked many miles,
Climbed this mountain
To confront me,
A dragon with the reputation
Of being fierce!
All to possess a so called
Chalice of Courge.
By doing all that you have done
You proved that you already possess
The courage you seek.”

The dragon smiled once more
As he saw understanding 
Washed over Leonid’s face,
But soon followed sadness
And disappointment.

“Do not ever regret this journey.
This journey was not to acquire a chalice,
This journey was to unblock
The spring of courage
That resides in you,”
Said the dragon.

“This spring will never grow dry
Unlike this chalice.
This spring is natural
And there will never be any side effects,
And one day, this spring
Will become a strong river.”
These words made Leonid stand a bit taller.

As it had turned dark,
The dragon allowed Leonid
To stay the night
As the journey down
Would be dangerous in the dark.

The dragon and the young man
Talked most of the night
And it was quite late
When they both fell asleep.

The next day,
After they said their good byes,
And as Leonid was about to leave the cave,
He turned back to the dragon.

“Dragon, even though
I could not drink from the chalice,
May I, at least, see in it?”
Asked Leonid, timidly.

Understanding how curiosity
Can gnaw at a person’s soul,
The dragon tipped the chalice
Low enough for Leonid to see in it.

The Chalice of Courage 
Was empty.

“Sometimes, we need something
To aim for,
For us to take the journey
We need to take,
Even if that something
Is nothing at all,”
The dragon said.

Leonid nodded and left the cave.
He made his way down
The mountain safely
And when asked,
He said he had drunk
From the Chalice of Courage.

Leonid had gone on
To becoming a great warrior,
And only to those closest to him,
He would tell the true story
Of The Chalice of Courage.


Details | Rhyme | |

Black Diamond

A lovely lady you are, 
And lovely always be.
Your beauty bright as midnight stars,
And moonlight shining on the sea.

You're all that is fair and kind,
The sweetest dream and reality.
Many times you've crossed my mind; 
My lasting hope is of you and me.




©2013 Honestly JT


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The Valley of Bones - Chitake Springs

Lives passing by like a mirage
Stick images move through haze
The view is hard on your gaze

Footprints embedded in the ground
Echoes of the a time when life had a sound 
Rolling in on hooves like thunder
Water draws the wildlife, like flies to a corpse in this valley of dry bones.

Chitake Springs, land of valleys, ridges, ravens, and dust.
Baobabs, sunsets, and elephant bulls in must.
Feelings come in with rain and are blown away with the wind. 

Water draws life to its brim.
Life without it is pretty grim.
The river creates curved contours in the land 
Painted in browns, yellows, and muddy blues in the sand.
Its colors melt together, soothing, and brewing.

Windy days and water bubbling
deep down in the belly of the earth.
As the heat sets in and the dust clouds grow.
The conflict of the titans comes to blows.

Brought with tension and strife, 
Like distance thunder and rumbles,
tell of animals in strength of numbers.

As buffalo climb clumsily down the cliffs and valleys into the watery grave,
Eyes of predators peer from the bush as their prey 
Strides to the sweet cool relief of the water
Little do they know that they are like sheep heading for the slaughter

As the heads of weary animals go down to drink, 
tough though their determination be to savor every drop.
A presence they can’t escape is luring 
Nerves on edge and fear brewing

The paws of death stalk with lighting precision
Until the animals are in clear vision
With an almighty dash of speed the chase is on
The game of life and death has just begun

Chitake Springs, drama is never far
Spoken of with a breath of excitement and terror
No one is ever quite sure of what to expect
Life is a balance of chance; this is the secret that is well kept


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



Details | Rhyme | |

The Cynic

There are those who walk among us
materialistically inclined
Their hearts are solely focused
on what they'll leave behind

..prized possessions..properties..
..money in the banks..
..vehicles and commodities..
..attaining higher ranks..

They never give a word or thought
to disadvantaged others
They never see the battles fought 
by desperate, homeless brothers

Yet while their pools are full of water
someone's thirst goes unquenched
While they offer no food nor shelter
someone hungers and is drenched

Chandeliers they blaze at night
their neighbours to impress
while some child squints by candlelight
his tender heart much stressed

When will the rich feel sympathy
for those less fortunate
Can they feel an empathy
for one subordinate

I thank God for all the meekness
He has put into my soul
Some may say it's weakness
but I say it's foretold

That some of us will have no fear
to speak out for what's right
That some of us will have no care
for gold nor silver bright

That we can warn our rich and proud
to share, not hoard their treasure
for the cries of hell will sound so loud
when they see how God his people measure...


1 Tim 6:17-19: Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not high-minded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the Living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy; That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to distribute, willing to communicate; laying up in store for themselves a good foundation against the time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal life.


Details | Free verse | |

Stuck In The Struggle

Sometimes I get stuck in the struggle
And I forget that this life is real,
Full of real love,
Full of real people,
Full of real strength,
Full of real faith.
Look around
Because this is real.
Welcome to reality;
This is God's amazing life!


Details | Didactic | |

be careful what you wish for

be careful what you wish for on this journey called life
and that what you wish for lines up with the spirit of Christ
be careful what you wish for just make sure it's Godly inspired
don't be a fool nor the devil's tool by what in life you desire

you thought you had found Mr. Right to you he was the perfect man
he turned out to be a loser and abuser who only showed you the back of his hand
you thought you had the perfect woman she was smart, pretty and sweet as honey
but when you feel in love she broke your heart as she was only with you for the money
you thought you had that dream job which gave you power, prestige and control
instead it was an all consuming stint sucking away at your soul
you desired a certain type of car the most fabulous vehicle you could get
but instead you got a big fat lemon that wasn't worth the polish nor the spit
they say that the grass always looks greener from the other side
just don't hate, appreciate, seek God's guidance and with Him take the ride

If you allow God to navigate you on this journey that is life 
I guarantee you will experience less trouble, struggle and strife
God wants you to be happy, God desires that you have the very best
so for everything pray to Him and let the Holy Spirit put it to the test

God can send you the right mate someone who will love and cherish you
God can hook you up with the perfect car and so what if it isn't brand new
God can give you a career that will fulfill you and make you feel whole
allow the presence of God in your life and it will nourish your soul
so be careful what you wish for as you just might get it
all I can say is that on it pray that it's sanctioned by the Holy Spirit


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As in WE

As in WE

Me, my father and my mother---
Talk of love, think of my brothers
And sisters like father and mother.
We're one happy adult tree.

In pairs we came, together we work.
In pairs we home, together we walk.

For little wonders world,
Further happier our bonds.

We are doves of one feather:
A flock we are together. 

A.O, 6/4/2014



Details | Free verse | |

The Corner of Madison and Huron

At the corner of Madison and Huron,
The faint pedestrian appears.
A couple holding hands walking swiftly
As police pass near.
Cane in his hands
Walks a younger looking man,
Rolling his suitcase along
A central corner in a downtown city
Where faith, hope, and love belong.
May God bless you Toledo,
Today and forevermore.


Details | I do not know? | |

SHE GOT HER WINGS TONIGHT

As I sat by her side
Speaking of the times 
Of the good ole days
That we’ve had 
quickly rushed by

Knowing that God sent you
To spread His Divine word
For all people and to tell me 
Love and Truth be heard
 
So they and I too..  within time
Shall have a New beginning
Without end…
With Our Savior 
Jesus..  Christ
Our Divine

As I seen 
And watched you 
take your last breath
and knowing Jesus
gives us eternal life.. 
after death 

After a long battle 
fight of living this earthly life.. 
I know. .. Jesus 
called your name tonight

Took you home
To be by his side
Giving you wings
So you can fly…

Tonight you 
received your wings
Knowing is far better 
Then any earthly things..

For now you.. 
My beloved sister
Stepped across
within heavens gates

and received your wings.. 
Now an Angel 
along with the many 
Angels whom Sings

Rejoicing Praising
All for  Jesus Christ
Our Savior.. 
Our Majestic King..

Come to Jesus
Glorious giver of Eternal Life

~Dedicated to My Beloved Sister~
~she received her Angel wings
                        Jesus called her Home tonight~
            ~I Love you.. Sis.. 
                           I will see you again.. in Time~


Details | I do not know? | |

black history

I always look forward to what you say
Sometimes words in black fade to gray
No doubt as family has to find a way
We are stronger than we could have imagined
No textbook lesson is enough
To get thru life’s trials and stuff
Sometimes you have to fight and scuff
To get to day’s end
Hello, hello I rise again
I say thank you and begin, begin
A brand new journey that I’ve never seen
I stand up in it and view the scene
No one can tell me what the day may bring
Hell anything could happen and I mean anything
We don’t know the day, the hour or the circumstance
So I’m surely gonna tell my story and do my dance
While there’s still life in my body I shall have no fear
Too much purpose in my being here
I charge you today to stand my friend
Follow your journey until your destination ends
Because, we are stronger than the strongest tree
And as I look into your eyes and you look back at me
Know that even though we are different we are all family
We are historically stronger than strong
We’ve been linked together singing songs
Standing under the beat of the sun for so long
And our faith conquered all the wrong
And we are better because of it
We’ve conquered with strong character and great wit
A mind so strong, that we learned it
Even when the books were to no avail
Thru patience and perseverance in spite of the ships that did sail
And did in fact, abuse our bodies and our minds
We pushed, we sat, we gathered hand in hands in lines
To get us to where we are today
I’m thankful for those of you that paved the way


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part III

An azure ocean
Displaced by mighty blackness
The horizon dies


Details | Carpe Diem | |

brother don't abandon brothers

it was one of the darkest moments in His anointed life
when the Roman soldiers came to arrest Our Lord Jesus the Christ
divinity was unraveling the prophetic scripture to be fulfilled
Jesus betrayed and then deserted the night went silent and still
Jesus was One who was regarded as a gatherer of men
but at the midnight hour His disciples abandoned Him in the end

the journey towards brotherhood is not just about the good days
it's about a willingness to have each others back when life is not going your way
spiritual brotherhood was being tested the enemy now on patrol
the men of God had fallen asleep and the devil had taken control
 
a war is being waged today against the Living Body of Christ
yet our Christian brothers are asleep on the job unawake to deal with the devil's strife
we need to open our eyes we need to be alert and aware
on the journey towards brotherhood exercising cohesiveness, compassion and care
but the one time that Jeus needed to have His men around
they abandoned Him and forsaken Him and then went underground
 
every man for himself they left Jesus all alone
and as a result He was crucified and ascended to the heavenly throne
brothers don't abandon each other there's strength in togetherness and unity
have each others backs and then tell Satan to get behind thee


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 | Ninette | |

Teaches Them

They 
act on
one's spoken
superlatives
that do be boastful
conveying this
they are not
who say
they


Comes 
always
before the
fall is great pride
just part of the ride
turn of the tide
what's inside
self pride
goes

Hold
steadfast
this feeling
humility
fall away false pride
arrogance gone
courage to
remain
bold


Details | Lyric | |

Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”


Details | Rhyme | |

Please Come Lord Jesus And Hear My Voice



Please Come Lord Jesus,
And Hear My Voice!

Please come Lord Jesus,
and listen to my voice!
In all I do or say, may you
 be my first choice!

Please come dear Jesus, 
and listen to my cry!
Give me your living water,
 that can satisfy!

Please come dear Jesus,
 and renew my mind!
You're so patient, loving
and very kind!

Please come dear Jesus,
and renew my spirit!
Your words of life...
May I daily live it!

Please come dear Jesus,
I need you this hour!
I need your strength,
and your power!

Thank you my Lord, my savior
and friend!
And thanks for answering me...
 Once again!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Quatrain | |

Decisions

Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.


Details | Lyric | |

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked


Details | Imagism | |

Why wreck the day


I woke up and toked

Wrapped up the little jokes
-lead the flow of traffic on down the road

I'm not Casper but I sher Boo the mood of plaster

Break cards and stiff narks,
with hard farce
-never gettin' pulled over by the words

Waitin' in giant leaps, 
I can see the next comin' just down the street
if it was company I'd meet
but since they're strangers I creep

Wait in song and sing lead! 

You lead! 

I am a man, 
I am looking at the disease! 

Wasted on my knees

I can wait for eternities

Never caring about the breeze,
the cold shoulder, 
or the person that stinks

Its all just a place
a disastrous phase
earning loads of lore and lies
mainlining out of personalities 

So come up and peek
it could only hurt a little cheek

why wreck the day
when there is cause to play?


Details | Ballad | |

PROGRESS

Like the folded petals and bud, I'll bloom and flower..
Like the worm, I'll change and I on metamorphosis...
Like a seed, I'll grow and bear fruit..

Like a baby crawl, little by little I'll stand...

Life is a constant continuous progress..
Even our age passes the time..

Time a nonstop reminder of events..
Mirror a reflection of unstoppable changes..

Yet, deeds and actions leaves irreplaceable  imprints..
Through even decades sprint...

by: olive_eloi
9:36pm
12/11/2013


Details | Light Poetry | |

England,My Country

 The rolling hills so green and tender
 Mountains on high i will always remember
 Colours of the seasons so fresh in my mind
 All of the beauty so easy to find
 This is England,the country i live
 The country i would die for,the country i love

 The fields the forest the mountain stream
 The hills the dales the lakes agleam
 Scent of summer so strong on the breeze
 My land of beauty thats so hard to leave
 This is England the country i adore
 Home of truth,faith,hope much more

 And if the time comes then leave it i shall
 To a foreign country an unknown land
 Where the thoughts of England will always remain
 In Gods own country ,Gods domain

 


Details | Quatrain | |

Questions

With despair I called into the dark
Is anyone there to hear my plea
No indication of the way to go...
Adrift on a black and sullen sea.

From the void a voice cried out
Use your head but follow your heart
The tide will take you home again
Given time the clouds will part

From a time before remembering
My ship safely nudged the shore
The questions that have no answers
Till the end, man will still explore

Boomerrang Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Conviction

Innocents is purity, which evil preys.
To endure such beings may leave one in decay.
Anger and hate will fill your mind, weakness seeping down your spine.
Fear gives in, you can not breathe and can not stand.
Darkness overwhelming with the end at hand.

A reaper comes to collect your spirit.
But on this day you need not fear it. 
A helping hand he comes to give, he sees purity and light deep with in. 
Pick yourself up young lad and breathe deep, your life has meaning if you seek.
Your mind is poisoned and your heart frail. 
Stay steadfast your light will prevail.

Your conviction is strong, it never falters.
Take your pain and build alters.
Around your heart to ward off the dark.
Your almost there, protect your spark.
From the evil that dwells in your mind,
Leave it there and don't be blind.

Enjoy the beautiful things in life.
So you may better understand your strife.
For the road to glory is long and treacherous.
Do not fear because you are dangerous.
Armor thick forged in pain, spear of light leaving blood stains.

Do not fear the beast with in, control it and give it name.
Listen to the vibrations, now take aim.
He is your spear, your love is the light. 
Protect the innocent and fight.

Glory comes, but does not wait.
To seek it out is to seek my fate.
Innocents cries, evil feeds.
A spear of light is what I will be.
Piercing the darkness of evil deep,
Until glory comes so that I may sleep.


Details | I do not know? | |

Unashamed Self-Promotion

:-)


Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!

'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link:

http://afzalmoolla.wordpress.com/ 

Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,

And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!

So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!


:-)





Details | Haiku | |

My Mind

I'm mysterious
No one can see through my mind
Discovering me


Details | Acrostic | |

MERLION CITY

Sights you will see, sights you will like;
Images voice, images flow;
New blooms set free, new mood swing strikes;
Grace charms sure poise, grace fills clear glow;
Appeal can hint, appeal can blend;
Pleasant red-dot, pleasant hot-spot;
Outline bright tints, outline grand trends;
Reap fragrant lots, reap happy thoughts;
Embrace our mint, embrace our friends.


Meet cultures here, meet flavours grand;
Explore freely, explore deeply;
Rich voice sincere, rich feel transcends;
Look for beauty, look for plenty;
Indulge our sphere, indulge our trends;
Observe and see, observe and be;
New delights cheer, new treasures brand.


Come to our shores, come to our spot;
Indulge your quest, indulge your best;
Taste subtle more, taste sublime plots;
Yield to fond zest, yield to fine fest.


My space is here, my time is now;
Yes poise endears, yes choice endows.


Heed feel and urge, heed form and fact;
One wholesome lot, one vibrant patch;
Mindset grooms surge, mindset prompts tact;
Empower thought, empower match.


Leon Enriquez
17 February 2014
Singapore


Details | Free verse | |

It's Simple

It's simple.
We make it much more complicated than it is;
Just live.


Details | Free verse | |

To Be As A Leaf

To Be As A Leaf
By
Ingrid Showalter Swift

To be as leaf
…food and so fire for the flame 
of hearth and human souls

and to be leaf floating on the river of my ever days


Details | Rhyme | |

All I Need Is You

I don't need any money,
I don't need fancy shoes.
I don't need to buy happiness, 
'Cause all I need is You.

I don't need expensive clothes,
I don't need things to choose.
I don't need five-star meals,
'Cause all I need is You.

I'm smiling here so wide;
I feel like I'm brand new.
Today is the start of something big
'Cause all I need is You.

My soul is eternally fulfilled;
My heart is being led through.
I don't need anything else,
'Cause all I need is You.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thanksgiving

I sat in this very spot, a year ago today.

I thought about everything, I felt I needed to say.

As I thought hard for a little while,

To my face came, a big ‘ole smile.

 

Reflecting back on all I’ve done

Through all the hardships and all I’ve won.

I came to realize, I’ve got it good.

Why I chose to complain, I’ve never understood.

 

I have a roof over my head and food on the table,

I am in good health with a body that’s able.

I have two parents that love me so,

I know my mom still cries every time I go.

 

I’ve got clothes that cover my back,

Never have I steered far from the right track.

On my shoulders lies a good head,

Not making bad choices, the good instead.

 

Friends have come and they have went

Those who’ve stayed don’t know what they’ve meant.

I’ve become a stronger person this past year.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen this clear.

 

I now know what’s important in my life

I’ve eliminated the negativity and the strife.

Living for me is what I’ve begun to do,

Me and my past have broken up, we’re through.


Details | Free verse | |

Invisible

people scurry around me
its like I am invisible
I am looked over
often forgotten
the one whose name goes unknown
never remembered
not matched to a face
or a personality
even though
I am a person.
I exist.
I matter.
I have significance in this world.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Security Is In God Alone


Our security is only in God alone!
Not in the things we have,
 or what we call “home!”

True joy can be found in God himself!
Not from the things we have ourselves!

True contentment can be found at the cross!
Jesus’ death paid whatever it cost!

Eternal love comes from doing God’s will!
Any emptiness, his love shall fill!

The love of God is truly worth finding!
His eternal life is forever binding!

Won’t you take a moment and invite HIM in?
And have total forgiveness of every sin?

God rewards those who diligently seek him.
Won’t you reach out to him now? 
And receive him?

By Jim Pemberton     


Details | Ballad | |

A journey has begun

A castle filled with light

Love and laughter

Trees that whispered

Faeries that sing

With beauty and delight

 

Aquila and Moondust

The last night at Heartstone

A feast in the Great Hall

That such love

Is within us all

 

A journey has begun

In soft dawn light

The early sun

Took away the night

 

The Kings and Queens

Gave them a Shadowfire

As for the Heartstone

It has always been with them
It is seen

Every day

In their love

Softly glowing

 

A journey has begun

In soft dawn light

Moondust upon her horse

Aquila and his longbow

Of magic

Of nature

and golden sun


Details | Quatrain | |

The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.


Details | Free verse | |

SUCCESS


Some people glide though life, with the wind behind them, pushing them along on an even breeze.

They ride the tide, when they sail the water, effortlessly drifting on calm blue seas.

When they walk on the land, their path is set, and the hills they climb seem effortless.

They have fire in their heels, that forces them further, and they reach their goal with little stress.


And then there are those who get halfway

---------

but fight against a cold harsh storm.
Their ship has h  o l   e s 
The seas are ch/o/ppy 
and the sails upon their boat are torn.

Their journey is an UPward s-t-r-u-g-g-l-e
        of slipping 
                      sliding 
f
a
l
ling
 
down.

And fire it burns their every step,
the scorching heat, flames all around.



In life we are told that success is measured, on material wealth that we achieve.

To reach the top, it’s said, is HARD, but we get there if we just BeLIEve?


                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                HIGH 
But for those who struggle for halfway, they sit and stare at those,up 

In disbelief at how unfair, that they didn’t even seem to try??


They grit their teeth,
You grit yours tighter, 
They CLIMB
You slip,
They SAIL
You 
       sink.
------------------------------------------------------------>They go forwards,
while you go backwards<---------------------------------------------------

they grow TALL
you seem to 
shrink.

But strength is got from fighting harder and patience from necessity.


Your efforts only made you wiser and you understand (what they can’t see).


Be proud of never giving up and pat your back that your halfway.


Respect yourself for always trying, no matter what life threw your way.




Now look and see how far you’ve come, back on the journey harshly fought.


And know it made you who you are, a BURNING STAR which life has taught.


xx


Details | Rhyme | |

Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


Details | Rhyme | |

Do You Feel There's Nowhere to Go

Do You Feel Like There’s Nowhere to Go? I know that it's easy to get discouraged and upset. Feeling “trapped” ... But can't escape "just yet." You've tried everything. And not sure what else to do? Is there someone who can help you through?" Many things you've done. You’ve wanted to be forgiven! Yet struggle with this each day you're livin’! You meet people and wear a "smile." And sometimes wonder if living is really worth the while. You may have prayed over and over again. And yet constantly feel Like you’re “trapped within.” You may have tried to call on Jesus' name. Yet find yourself in "guilt and shame." Jesus is here now! And wants you to know… He can bring peace to your troubled soul. Rather than thinking of things done in the past. Come to Jesus now! His love will always LAST! Allow HIM to bring to your life the needed victory now! He'll make you a brand new person! And HOW! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Dessert in the Deserted Desert

Boiling, baking and blazing,
               Other synonyms for heat.
My camel is happily dazing,
	He was not a restful seat.
Poolside I’ll later be lazing,
	Resting my sunburnt feet.
Air conditioning is amazing,
               Ice cream is a lovely treat.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A Reflection

As I sit beside a lake,
I look down for heavens sake. 
A reflection to appear. 
For the ripples of life is nearly here. 

This person staring back at me. 
I do not know. 
Is it me?
Or is it someone else. 

The waters has calmed
And all I hear are the psalms. 
Sung by the angels up above
And I wish I could feel their love. 

This journey we are given. 
To find ourselves and what we believe in. 
Takes no longer than a lifetime
But merely feels like an illusion to me. 

Like a little acorn being planted to be a beautiful tree. 
I will live in this world to make people believe. 
There's always the good and the bad
But what about hope?

Don't we need that too?
Of course we do. 
The balance of nature and life is necessary 
And without it, we are nothing. 

Imagine the whole universe, 
We are only a tiny grain of sand. 
But even the littlest person can make a difference. 
No matter how big or small
Short or tall
We were given a mouth to be spoken with. 

This journey is hard and righteous
But as long as I am courageous,
I will be happy and contagious. 
And the whole world will see me for who I am. 


Details | Free verse | |

8:15 To Freedom

Do you hear the train a'whistlin'?
I wonder where she's a'goin'.
Can she be boundin' toward freedom?
Well, there's freedom in Jesus!
And that's all we need!


Details | Senryu | |

The Vital Holy Day

Getting ready for
Passover to shed us might
For joyous future

The significance 
Of God’s holiday is way
More vital than us 


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 | I do not know? | |

Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






Details | Free verse | |

STORMY WEATHERS

wether to weather stormy weathers,
crucial to any understandings.
dire to decision,
more like a feeling never mentioned.
heavy to the struggle;
when the weight of the world is on your shoulder,
rise above the storm,
rise above the norm.
critical to the lifestyles,
hard to choose where to begin.
to wait till' the sun shines,
not waiting for the tears to rain.
so many unaware;
the choice you have to make,
the effect it has on you and everybody.
to stress getting through,
to make the right changes.
better to mve on, 
don't linger on the problem.
not to get undertow by the trials and tribulations.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Silver Anniversary



From the day I promised to be with you forever… It’s now been 25 years together! Through the trials, laughter and many miles We’ve had our share of joy and trials! You’ve been so loving patient with me. My beautiful wife— my lovely sweetie! This anniversary, I am so very proud of you! You’re a wonderful wife! Faithful and true! With you, God has given me the best! My love for you is so hard to express! I Love YOU! Is what I will always say, This very special anniversary day!!! Love, Jim


Details | Prose Poetry | |

lead my hand o' dear life

lead my hand o' dear life

lead my hand
on this land
o' dear life, 
until the end

o' dear thought
of comfort

seed my life
feed me not in strife
bleed me joy from nine to five

lead me a journey of phases
a journey of ages
to face this

germinate in me a corn
of survival 
a history of possibilities
a record of living to afford
a source to live

for this life 
is a choreographer of life
a propeller of existence
an economy of spiritual commodities

a tear drop of opportunities
yet not so many does see its commonalities
an event of anomalies and regularities

lead me a way o' dear life
carry me a sledge on a journey of life 
a terrain of survival and life

a gemstone for many
a pentagon of any
a model of penny

an artwork of joy

a string of life on a journey
a script of many
a stanza of any

opn08022012/0106

from: 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', 
february 2012 

>> ntema's unique poetry (nup) 
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lead-my-hand-o-dear-life/


Details | Rhyme | |

Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne

Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne! Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne. He came to earth… For 33 years, he called it his home! His mission had one purpose and desire in mind! He was to one day, be a sacrifice for mankind! He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken! He knew that one day, his body would be broken! He desired that all, would one day, come to know him! Because of his resurrection, all can receive him! He’s alive today! And reigns from heaven above! And desires to touch us, with his endless love! Won’t you humbly come, and accept what he’s given? And experience the power, of being forgiven! This can be your moment! This can be YOUR day! He loves you much more, than words can say! All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king! You are our righteousness! Our everything! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Rhyme | |

Life's Difficult Situations


Life can bring many difficult situations!
Often, there’s really no explanation!

No matter how smart or how wise,
Things can take us totally by surprise!

We can often find our life off course.
Many times, being driven by a “dark force.”

I know that it’s hard to know what to do.
Especially with what you
 may be going through!

I can’t think of all the right words to say…
To help you make it through another day!

But there’s someone, I can ask you to turn to!
He loves and is most concerned about you!

His name is Jesus!  The almighty God is he!
He’s committed to you now!  And for eternity!

He’s the one that you can trust and lean on!
And is someone that you can
 certainly depend on!

Won’t you give him an opportunity to help you?
He reaches out his hand!  Because he loves you!

He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure!
He can completely fill you! 
 Beyond measure!

The decision is yours!  A choice to be made!
There’s nothing for Jesus what’s worth the “trade!”

He’s everything that any of us can ever think of!
And can do more for you!  Than you ever dreamed of!

He’s the alpha and omega!  The beginning and the end!
Won’t you allow him to be your
 savior and friend???

By Jim Pemberton


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The Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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For our Father, Nelson Madiba Mandela

For our Father, Nelson 'Madiba' Mandela

you are our eternal inspiration

our hopes
our dreams
our conscience

you gave everything of yourself
so that we may live and love and laugh and dream and breathe the air of freedom, dignity and liberty

you lead us through the darkest days with your unshakeable principles and your belief in us

you brought peace and freedom to us

and when at times we felt all was lost

you stayed with us as a father would

you lent us your wisdom
and you chastised us too

and we are here today because of you
you stayed with us, Nelson Rolihlala 'Madiba' Mandela, through all the crests and valleys of our turbulent times

you stayed with us, father
today, we hope and pray and wish
that you, our father Madiba
stay with us still
stay with us, Madiba
stay with us...


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


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God Doesn't Give Up

This is not going to be easy;
No one ever said it was.
We're going to have to be strong now
'Cause God doesn't give up.


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BACKSTREETS OF PARIS - Monsieur L'Vampyre

BACKSTREETS OF PARIS -  MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see what's life in light of day,
my thread put to my back, I travelled light;

when Paris comes to all its greenery,
there's not a sight that means so much to me
as flowers holding to the hair
of Mademoiselles out ev'rywhere,
and laughing children, that's how life should be.

The beat of Paris leads a steady pace
and if you stop, you're holding up the race
there's not enough time in a day
to walk all of Champs Elysees
and so you miss the smile of ev'ry face.

But there are places few would care to go
with streets so narrow, darkness is the glow,
where yesterday's not in the past,
but here and now, and here to last,
with cobble stones laid many years ago;

a world of silence, far from natures care,
a place of echoes, snapping here to there;
the signs of life flow past your feet
and to the Seine, just down the street,
but leaves its scent, it's with you ev'rywhere.

This is a time, more than a place to be,
the soul of Paris few can ever see,
the very secrets of her heart,
where light of Paris had its start,
and left here for the very likes of me.

You hear her whisper in the mid of day,
or you might hear a concertina play,
but all that's Paris surely lies
right here for you before your eyes,
and it's the dream Parisians want to stay.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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Nowhere else to go

I’ve been driven to my knees with nowhere else to go
I feel the winds of change as tides ebb and flow.
Still remains the dreams that reside in my heart,
I realize to begin I just have to start.

The winds of change are howling as the rain does fall, 
I n the concept of  time I seem rather small 
As I drift downwards there’s nowhere but up to go,
I just play my part inside this picture show.

Rivers stumble over stones in a journey to reach the sea, 
Still the winds of change are blowing inside of me.
I try to find a map to see if I’m on course,
I can’t see the destination I know it could be worse.

I know along the way I shall feel loss,
It all seems so random like a coin toss.
I think about that coin rolling back to you.
I just try my best, nothing else will do.

Inside all the turmoil, I discover truth,
Innocence has died with my days of youth.
It seems much like a dream as it fades away,
 All that I have lost seems to be upon display.

 I think about this story that the words do tell.
Lassie go get help, Timmy has fallen in the well.
When you give up trying parts of you begin to die,
 I  Think about the time, it always seems to fly..

I try to still remember I always have a voice, 
The journey develops with every single choice. 
The things that you choose become like life’s seeds
You might not get what you want but it fills the needs.


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Burnin' Knuckles

   Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
There it goes,
But you don't even know your destination so,
With a shake of your head,
On goes the trip,
And a whispered three words, 
This isn't it.

  Guided by a light,
Of thirty or fourty feet,
But your being driven by a heart,
That has forgotten how to beat.
 
   Oh No,
Here we go,
Another mile turns into another night,
Another day to drive right outta sight,
Ohhh it's a rollercoaster horror ride.
When looking over burning knuckles into the road,

   Oh it's a roller coaster horror ride,
Lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
An' there it goes,
But you don't even know destination so,
With a shake of your head,
On goes the trip,
And a whispered three words,
This isn't it.
 
   On it goes_ this isn't it,
On it goes_ this isn't it,
Your trip_ Into the unknown,
While lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
And guided by a light,
An' a heart_ that has forgotten how to beat.

  Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
Strainin eye's on a light that guides,
Our way through what we dont know.

   Ohh it's a rollercoaster horror ride,
Being guided by the lonely nights,
While lookin over,
Burnin' knuckles,
Into the road.


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There's A God Who'll NEVER Fail You

In spite of what you hear, and what others tell you… There’s a God who loves and will NEVER fail you! God is powerful! Much bigger than our constitution! He’s more solid than any government institution! His wisdom what lays the groundwork for a foundation! Without him, we simply become a godless nation! He gives true freedom, when there’s none to be found! His principles of life, are what provide a solid ground! Won’t you give him a chance, in your life today? And listen to the words of love, that he has to say? His gift of salvation… You too can receive it! An everlasting life with HIM… You can achieve it! His son Jesus has brought freedom from sin! By his shed blood... You can be born again! Thank you my Lord! For the life you’ve given! You’ve never failed me! I am free and forgiven! By Jim Pemberton


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A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed

to bid the emptiness farewell

while

ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...


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Am I Still Forgiven

I did it again; I need forgiven.
Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before?
I've fallen into these same sins countless times before;
I still haven't learned my lesson.
I am an ignorant hypocrite.
Am I still forgiven?


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part II

The Med between us
The gusts make me think of you
Storms... it’s just like home.


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Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!


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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


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Dark Night

Dark night of my soul
Where fear and pain reside,
As rulers on their throne,
What courage cannot muster
To fight this battle within
And overcome its hold.
I seek to find resolve
To enter and seek a way to find
A way to remove its hold
In the dark night of my soul
And morning joy I seek
When it’s time does peak.
Dark nigh its lessons bring
If I seek to find them, 
While morning waits to come.


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MY BOOK IS FINE

My book is fine
It’s okay to write one time
I am working on it every time
I have the happy working time 
Taking care the lines of mind
I give my ideas
I am making myself laugh
I know that is not good enough 
Yes, for the easy read to spot
An encouragement to part 
A poem that help inspire me to write
It’s a good poem I like
When I discover a new way to something 
To express myself of many thing
I become at peace with what I am writing
For I am doing less struggling
Indeed my book is fine! 



Saturday, 16 Mar 2013, 8:28PM
Sandakan Nature City, Sabah, Malaysia


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See like eye sea

Take your uproaring words 
And pour them into 
The deep unsettled sea
Let them wash to shore 
And rumble the sand gently
Don't let them get caught up into the wild wind
They'll rip through someones sail 
And make them never want to leave 
The shoreline again..
So watch what you say 
And how you let your words flow
With a broken compass 
You never will know
In what direction 
That the current will go...


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Soul Beat

Run into my heart;
Run right into my arms.
I will never let you go;
I am yours forever, please know.
You make my soul beat;
You bring me back to life.
God, thank You for this love;
God, thank You for this life.


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Bloodstream

Nothing compares to your hands
I bathe in your warmth
the hollow of your armpit
is my shelter...

It cannot be helped
we can't be anywhere
except together...

I'd like to paint you
I choose crimson
my fingers touch your blood
life springs from your flower-fountain
folded lips caress the seams of my eyelids...

You injected yourself into my life
entering my blue and red streams
I cannot filter you out
you have bitten me firmly
the paths of my nerves are yours...

It seems you are so much me
my type O lover
I cannot tell anymore
the what is you and what is me
there is love in cellular arrangement...

Your dark angel eyes
cut like swords inside my flesh
waves rush between our bodies
my blood cells which are my stars
flows to yours which are my lights...

We share the warm blood of lovers
I once read where
the Angler fish attaches himself
to the female with his razor sharp teeth
and in time they share a common bloodstream...


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I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


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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!


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The Road Less Traveled

Walking down my journey of life many stumbles I have made
I have taken many roads of wonder and traveled paths of shame
On each road I have journeyed disappointments I have seen
But it has been my choice when I started along
Where I wanted to be
Influenced each by many travelers each day I have seen
And the steps I chose to take have caused a great deal of pain
But through it all those bumps and curves
My journey is now homeward
Set for the prize in the end when I reach my destination
Sometimes my journey gets long and weary
At times I am traveling alone
Because the roads I have to chose to follow
Many others chose not to go
But my steps will be rewarded when my journey is complete
While traveling down the road less traveled
The good Lord follows me


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Forever Changed

No longer here to sulk;
That only yields more pain.
Here I am to live these words:
I am forever changed.


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The Journey

A journey begins 
Finally it will end 
If I take a brave step
And stop at no end
With my bit of courage 
And a tint of brewery
I will make

No one is stopping me
It’s all been set by my mind
Search and all you will find
Is putting my best 
Never taking a rest
Until I be the first
The peak of what’s set

The journey  is over 
Sweat trickles down all over
I know all is well 
So it’s time to sail 
Back to my people who  will hail
At all I do


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Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.


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Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
WAIT! 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.


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Another Year That Came and Went


This has been another year that came and went!
I often wonder, where has my time been spent?

It  seems like yesterday, we rang in the new year!
But, very quickly, it has all just “disappeared.”

I think about my accomplishments, goals and dreams.
Do they matter anymore?  Do they mean anything?

This life I have, is just but a brief moment in time.
One day, I’ll simply leave everything fast behind!

My relationship with Christ is what really matters!
Everything else in life, is just “empty chatter!”

I pray that as this new year comes and goes…
My relationship with Christ will continue to grow!

The older I get, I’m beginning to see!
I need much more of Jesus, and less of me!

He is what’s needed!  Whatever this year holds!
I need him more, as each year I grow old!

With each year, that comes and passes me by…
I want more of Jesus, until the day I die!

He is my friend, what is certainly needed!
With him in me, my life is completed!

Thank you Lord for this brand new year!
You are the one I’ll hold ever so dear!

By Jim Pemberton   


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


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I Messed Up

Lord, please forgive me.
I need You.
I messed up.
Please, save me.
Thank You.
I trust You.
I love You.
I am a hypocrite.
Please, change me.
Thank You.
Amen.


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Growing Older And Hopefully Wiser

If this is how it's supposed to be,
Then, baby, I can't wait!
If this is just a taste,
Maturing will be great!


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Will You Choose the Path of Life

Will You Choose the Path of Life? We all have many choices available to us. It’s amazing what technology can do for us! We can easily talk to someone many miles away. We can go online, and listen to what others say! There are many choices that greatly abound! There are the good and bad ones, that can be found! We will live or die by the choices in life we make! May we make the best choices! Before it’s too late! There is a path, that you have the opportunity to choose! If you don’t take it… You’ll be the one to lose! This path is a narrow one to choose and follow! It leads to eternal love, today and tomorrow! This is one that many have chosen to “avoid.” There’s too many other temptations to be “enjoyed.” I want to encourage you, to take this narrow road. And allow Jesus to help you, with life’s heavy load! Only this road leads to a path of life everlasting! God’s salvation can be yours, for the asking! This path of life, is the very best choice to be made! There’s nothing, for Jesus, you should ever trade! Thank you Jesus! For this path of life you’ve given! This path gives us all a chance to be made new, and forgiven! By Jim Pemberton


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A JOURNEY ALONE

When I leave footprints in the sand
In my life I’m leaving my mark and taking a stand
I need to be by myself to take this spiritual journey 
Without any interruptions I develop more diligently
It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity 
Without this journey, there is no point to the destination 
To move ahead I must have no hesitation
Your experiences are not who you are 
I definitely aim high for the stars
This journey that I'm on I don’t attend to go far
But I do plan to get there having no fear
It is a faith driven and a much needed trip
This alone time will help me in life to get that grip
Cradle to the grave is the purpose of our creation
Everyone passes through the final stage to their final destination
It is not a dream but this journey is so real
A lot of things in my life I need to heal
This journey has taught me to love not to hate
It is the key to my future and my fate
As my destiny and my story is told
I am still alone and wondering along the road

Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute 
to them, few of them willed or determined by the will—whatever we may think. 
Lawrence Durrell


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Buffet

Arabic labelling on bottles of water,
Room overlooking bricks and mortar,
Men want tips for being your porter,
Getting to food is a pitiless slaughter.

Piles of olives and eggs sit just right,
In bowls coloured an abyss of white,
Odd cuisine makes a peculiar sight,
This is the date I’ll be having tonight.

Cold meat and ham sit on your plate,
Plenty queues; too much time to wait,
Stomach rumbles, hunger won’t abate,
Hurry it’ll all be gone if you arrive late!


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The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
Saved,
Loved,
Changed,
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,
Amen!


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Kindness is a Virtue

Who are and who is my friends or acquaintances, confusing everyday
but today I have found my self to walk a path that is not so rough
I became so blinded to have friends that it pains me anyway
They take a simple kindness and think that I am not tough
so by deliberately challenging me to act like nothing happens I grow bold
Wake up you! and all the rest, I have something to say
I don't like this feeling of regret or sorrow so please do not take me cold
as a friend you should know to not take advantage of my kindness in away
A storm is blowing inside my soul burning a hole in it so
lightning is striking in methods unknown for in the distance thunder you hear
Some of the greatest warriors fall with great weapons of bow
antics that slaughters such feebleness as cowardices use an unseen spear
To let one know that your feelings are clear do not hesitate
to do so shows fear and that is one thing that can determine your choice
With kindness in your corner you should easily win and that will be great!
In the end you can hold up a drink with friends and smile and rejoice


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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


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LIVING EACH DREAM

Much closer to my end year wishes..
Much closer to my simple small dreams..
Much closer to what I have been planning for..
Much closer to the persons I love..

It's time to break away from the routine..
It's time to make bit of noises..
It's time to actually just enjoy..
It's time for meaningful celebrations..

I did stopped caring..
I did stopped understanding..
I did stopped too much thinking..
I did forward on forgetting..

All deserves to be happy..
All deserves to go once in awhile for party..
All deserves to rediscover life..
All deserves the feeling of being loved...

True, we may never know what lies ahead..
For tomorrow, either we live or die..
So long to really live with rumors and regret..
Find happiness & contentment deep within..

By: olive_eloi
09/10/2013
10:57am


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The Unknown

The world, once a seemingly small place, expands and grows with you.
Bigger, more vast, scarier.
How is one to find their place?

Searching for motivation--forward momentum, I crumble.
I sink into the abyss that is my life.
Smaller, more secluded, scarier.

I scream, but no one hears me.
This is what it feels like to be one mere person.
A dot in the universe.

Smaller.

Ah, I rebut.

I refuse to go unnoticed.
I refuse to live a life afraid of chance.
I refuse to not make my mark in the world.

I run, head first, towards the bigger, most vast and scarier.
I welcome myself to the unknown. 
I look fear in the eyes.
I search;

For my place, my purpose, my mark.


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a journey to begin

my ticket leaves thursday,
these 21 years here will not.
the too long, you can't list
rockstar memories with the guys will stay,
 for we are landing in LA. 
I know my move is 
needed 
I am leaving behind no wish for salvation

for I have always found myself 

I move my presence to 
land, where the ocean and swaying
trees' brings a spring to my step. 

this mind can adapt anywhere
throw me to the dessert 
and I will think 
throw me in a cage
and I will think 

 what a gift,
sometimes a dagger,
others a white swan
floating on a lake 


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Living In Accordance To God's Will


I won’t be happy with my life, until…
I live in accordance with God’s will!

I need to seek his will, in all that I do!
All that I face in life…  
He’ll see me through!

His will is the best design, that’s in place!
He designed me, because of his grace!

Seeking the will of Jesus,
 gives a peace of mind!
And helps me to be successful
 with my time!

Serving HIM gives my life a true meaning!
It’s in HIS direction,
 that I need to be leaning!

HE is what true joy and peace are about!
He knows my life!  Both inside and out!

Thank you dear God, for being with me!
It is no secret how much you love me!

You are have come, to nourish my soul!
By your will, I’m complete
 and whole!

I bless your name! Forever you are praised!
I shall seek your will!
All of my days!

By Jim Pemberton


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Your Favourite TV Programmes, Now Even Less Understandable

Gargling, a gargoyle’s groan gulps
From the bilingual blackness of TV,
A clockwork advertisement pulps
Knowledge into your worn mind free
Of charge. Nothing but gobbledegook
Everywhere, an insistent humming bee
And you just volunteered for the hook.
You can’t understand it, but still can see

That it’s appealing. Someone wants it.
We now return you to your film with Mr T,
But subtitled. There’s nothing to do but sit,
enjoy – all else is static - and sweatily agree.
Your mind is a sad wastebasket of re-runs;
Rom-coms galore, dubbed films about keys,
Action films with loud explosions and guns.
Poor translation aside, I enjoy foreign Telly.


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I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.


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Pandemic

I have a problem with ignorance they say that it’s bliss;
But when you are blinded, there’s a lot that you miss.
The screams are all muffled into some kind of silence;
Your mind is attracted to all types of violence.

You avoid the trauma of those in pain,
Start focusing on success and what you can gain.
Your vision is clouded with thoughts of envy and wealth.
You ignore the symptoms and the decrease in your health. 

You digest all of the toxins and they’ll say you’re insane;
All while the poison seeps into your brain. 
You are void of all conscious thought;
You think that you’re good but really you’re not.

The evil possesses you in all that you do,
You think you have faith but you haven’t gotten a clue. 
The demons take over and then you are at loss;
Answering not to yourself but another big boss. 

You’ll start longing for a saving grace,
From up above or outer space.
An entity to save your soul-
To take away your sinful goal. 


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The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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One Thing

We can wake up,
And this all might be changed.
But one thing remains:
We are saved.


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Hidden

The innocent child still crying,
That you nailed up on your wall,
Her tears are freely flowing,
As the autumn leaves do fall.
The wind of time still blowing,
Across the lonely way,
As the soldiers march to battle,
On this bright and sunny day.
I couldn't get the words,
To leave my knotted throat,
I couldn't get my loved ones,
To leave the sinking boat.
I couldn't think the thoughts,
That could protect me from the light,
Couldn't see your beauty,
Hidden in my night.

And now the end is coming,
Riding on the wind,
To blow away illusions,
To blow up everything.

The riders horse is thunder,
The swords are flashing high,
As the angels of destruction 
Fall from the darken sky.

A million times I told you,
Whispered in your ear,
A million blessing hidden,
Behind the demons of your fears.

The innocent lamb is bleeding,
As the lightening flashes by,
The autumn leaves still falling,
From the sadness in your eye.

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That's The Amazing Thing About Love

That's the amazing thing about love:
Love doesn't matter who it melts together,
'Cause He will never give you up.


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Chase Never Ending

Run do so many

Failing yet to see

Matters not where you go

For there, you'll always be

 

Scars of the past

Erase can you not

Freedom in forgiveness

Lessons not forgot

 

Memories that haunt

Serenade a tortured soul

Quiet calm does appear

Perfect storm, grows below

 

Change comes not easy

Resist - most, often will

Distracted in chaos

Excuse not to feel

 

Chase never ending

Full circle must you come

Words have you spoken

Things you have done

 

Healing found in time

Amends, can you make

As you were, so you are

New direction, yours to take


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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


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Restore the Walls of Jericho

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place 
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!

They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”  

Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving 

They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?

“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
 “Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”

Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery! 
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – 
Their lack of optimism and gratitude  
Buried them down in captivity
 

How can you bear their poverty? 
How can He save them from destruction and pity?

They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…” 

Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!


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EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


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Lord I Stumbled and Fell

Lord, I Stumbled and Fell!

Lord, I have stumbled and fallen once again!
By hanging on to a stubborn sin!
I once thought, “My life will never get off track,”
Until that one day after I committed
 such a sinful act.

“No one’s watching me” was what I thought,
I didn’t now the pain and suffering,
 into my family, that I brought!
That moment of “pleasure,”
 I hoped would go away,
But sin stares me in the face, every day!

Pride crept into my once cheerful heart,
It’s now eating at me! Tearing me apart!
I once thought I was ”too good,”
 to commit a sin like this!
Many of God’s blessings, I now will miss.

To you Jesus…  My whole heart,
 I ask you to cleanse.
It’s in YOU!  That my life depends.
Create in me a clean heart!
 Renew a right spirit within me!
Your forgiveness in my life,
 is what others must see.

The most important thing,
 to God that I can give…
Is a broken and contrite heart,
 each day I live!

By Jim Pemberton   rev. 04/13/13


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We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


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World We Live In

I sit in the classroom
Start of a brand new year
I am really nervous
New students, surround me
They come from diverse cultures & backgrounds
None that I am familiar with
It’s like God gathered the whole world 
And placed us together
In one, tiny classroom

I admire the beauty of their different coloured skins
It’s like gazing at a mesmerising masterpiece
Neither human nor artist can replicate that kind of beauty and colour
God’s colour palette, extraordinarily vast!
I love the way their eyes stand out
Beautifully matching, their shade of skin tone
Warm and welcoming eyes
White, shiny teeth
Hearty laughs
Everyone’s so friendly!

Going about my school work
I listen to them talk
Talking in their native tongues
The rhythm and tones of the sounds, so fluid
I noticed they think before they speak
Where most people I mix with ‘blurt’ stuff out
I love the way they pronounce things in English
Faces full of expression, lots of hand gestures
Wanting to be understood, validated

I like the clothes the cultural people wear
Bold and bright colours 
Shiny, printed and patterned fabrics
Where I choose to wear black, most days than not
I turn my attention 
To the others in the room
They are dribbling on about nothing
Nothing, worth listening to!

Drawn back to the cultural people 
I notice some come across as sad, scared or timid
Often too shy, to speak up
To say what their thoughts or opinions are
I wonder if each knows how beautiful they truly are
I can’t wait to learn from all these new people
I am blessed to be surrounded by so many races and nationalities
What an amazing, wonder-filled world 
We ‘all’ are privileged, to live in!


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JOY FOR THE JOURNEY

there is much joy to be had during the Christmas season
as people celebrate the holidays of which many find so pleasing
even thought the days are now dark with this global economic strife
we still have joy for the birthday of our savior Jesus the Christ

so how do we take this joy and apportion it from day to day?
could it be by rejoicing in Christ as we journey on our way?
there is joy to be found when one honors and worships Christ
there is a joy to be maintained as we traverse this perilous life
but for the grace of God that Jesus sent when He died on the cross
as His resurrection was the salvation to amend our tragic loss
the joy is in the journey as you travel your life's road
the joy is in the doing it's not in accomplished goals
and in spite of your circumstances, your trials and your tribulations
there is joy in just being in Christ as everyday is a cause for celebration

you won't always be happy, euphoric nor full of cheer
but great joy is found in the knowledge that Jesus is still here
so don't fall prey to drugs and drink to make you feel glad
and don't think that happiness will take away all the sad
as drugs and drink are temporary and happiness is a transient outward sensation
true joy is found with the God in you that eternal hope called salvation
as those who have the joy of the Lord in life tend to have less stress
for they are like Mary, the mother of Jesus, highly favored and truly blessed
so don't worry about the temporary external facade of happiness
by which life's circumstances can destroy
you're on the greatest journey which is your life 
and in Jesus there is joy


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Protect Me As I Sleep

Nobody 
Knows my real name
‘Angel’ 
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Violence
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
If
I will survive
Another day?
Only
To wake up
And
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me tonight
As,I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”

“Goodnight”


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: The Market

Shuffling sandstone, infinite shimmering coloured pots,
TV remotes lie in tandem with jeans, shiny toy robots
Act as magnets to the unwary tourist, conspicuous in
Their presence, shorts and cameras, humid hair in knots.

Spices of hues in their hundreds to make you salivate,
Groaning shack tables of suspicious sunglasses sate
Your appetite for purchases, the sun beats down on
The market, Medina bursting with life which cannot wait.

Eyes flicker over unsuspecting strangers, enticing you
To buy, trapped by the lure of a carpet woven new
By sweating men grasping, chasing any chance to sell
The future. Will you ever use this carved snooker cue?


Details | I do not know? | |

Heart And Soul

I see in your heart I see Inside your Soul

I feel the feelings only you can see or know

I feel your pain from deep down inside

And know the hurt and feelings combined

Your an Amazing,Sweetheart this you should know

Don't let anyone take that from deep inside your Soul

The hurt you feel the anguish deep down inside

will only go away if you learn to let go and cry

The release is so great and healing. Refreshing I would say

That your heart will grow warmer and warmer each day

The Love you have inside shows in your outer glow

So let that glow reach deep down to where it needs to go

You are Beautiful on the inside and out dont let anyone

ever make you dought. Take control and let your inner

 light glow.. Come on girl let's give them a beautiful show

Don't lighten your glow for anyone you know let it shine

 and always abound..

Just know this to me you are one of the most Beautiful Souls

One of the most precious I have ever encountered on this earth

Although our friendship is beginning to bloom in leaps and bounds

I feel in my heart there is plenty of room for it still to grow

You are the most open, welcoming, sweetheart of a girl that I know

It feels like our friendship has been around forever your already in my soul

I Love you more than words could ever express I'll always be here

to help with any and all Stress or obstacles you go through

So know in me a True friend you have found one that promises to

NEVER let you down!!!!

Written By: Christina Kirks McCullouch

03/17/2013


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The Ten Virgins

Beautiful virgins, ten they were.
At dusk set they forth,
Bracing the cold and the draught,
On a journey to get
For themselves, what was dear.
 

O'er the valleys, o'er the mountains,
Through rivers, passing by crystal fountains,
Journeying, willing not to rest awhile
For the prize, no distraction could deny.
 

Lamp in hand? Still burning.
Legs and back? So aching.
Patience says just a little more.
Persevere! You would soon be at that door.
 

The five with extra oil were said to be wise,
The other could live without shoes on ice:
Extra oil is extra baggage, so unnecessary
The bridegroom would of course, not tarry.


Truly, they kept their word to their honour.
That such thinking only leads to eternal penury,
They soon found out to their utter horror.
When the door is shut, who'll give them succour.
 

I would not reckon with those "wise" ones.
The opportunity to impact their world came
And in the journey of life, it could come just once.
Would you keep to yourself and be so lame:
Placing eternity in much remembrance
While on earth you have no relevance?

 

http://tots-in-a-manger.blogspot.com/2010/05/ten-virgins.html


Shalom !!!

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OUR JOURNEY

OUR JOURNEY
Gabriel A. Levicky
All this Universe and  all it takes is a blink of a right eye
While the other happily announces our end.
This journey is long & short at the same time.
Gods deserted this vastness 
Only their black hole mirrors remained.
Now it is gas and space, space and gas
Like a scoop of life melting 2 million light years away.
How I wish not to be afraid of rebirths and silent distances
Irrelevant to our cosmic insignificance.
It is a real race out there.
Who will invent another god soon?
Who will lick the memories in a glass jar?
Count cold fingers of unknown & borrow heat of yesterdays?
Who is wiser when everything is gone?
Your void is powerful enough
To be reborn as an imperfect ? mark.
Does this sun play  Ping-Pong with our Moon!
Tell me what else you need to believe in faith?
It is quite clear
Our journey is almost complete when least expected.
Never question echo’s depth
&
Rivers determination.
If you are lucky, you might forget
About yourself.

NYC, July 2012


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The Secret Journey

Life is a secret journey that shares no mercy
You are lucky to go through it, to be born, and see the world..
And then you say… Yes I have lived, I have cried, 
And I have experienced some thorns…

Life is a secret journey that shares no mercy
You are lucky to go through it, to be born, and stand barriers...
And then you say… Yes I have lived, I have battled it, 
And I am stronger...

Life is a secret journey that shares no mercy
You are lucky to go through it, to be born, and suffer...
And then you say... Yes I have lived, I have a cause
And now I give hope to others...

Life is a secret journey that shares no mercy
You are lucky to go through it, to be born, and find a mate...
And then you say... Yes I have lived, I had a family
And loved ones…

Life is a secret journey that shares no mercy
You are lucky to go through it, to be born, and stay alone…
And then you say... Yes I have lived, I’ve made friends
And I was never lonely…

Life is a secret journey that shares no mercy
You are lucky to go through it, to be born, and finally die...
And then you say… Yes I have lived, I have grown,
And now I rest in  peace!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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An Astronaut

I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
And liftoff!
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.


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living in a dream world

you were there
and so was i
you in youre world and me in mine
yet somehow we werent there at all
and our worlds were just to small
together we would unite
leaving our old worlds behind
creating a new worlds together
one that we would share forever and ever
now here we are
as we have and always will be
in a world that we created
for only you and me
no longer in our own worlds 
but in our dream world


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Have You Met Your End

I'm scared...
I'm not prepared...
to meet my end... 
to drift into the river's bend...

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly 
I see my end...unwind...unwind...and it makes me blind...
The tears that are clogging up my eyes
They’re feeding me lies…and the thoughts whisper cries
I'm treasure...never to be found
Decaying in the ground
Forever...
I'm sorry...I'd never
Mention suicide again to you...
Don't be blue...though you get the clue

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly 
I see my past…unwind…unwind…now, I’m blind 
But I see it in my mind’s eye

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
Live or die…
Live or die…
But I’ll try…
To live and make you feel happy
‘Cause I, alone, am feeling needy…
Greedy…shady…

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…

I’m ready to meet my end…
The waters brew…and my fate blends
In with the gloomy, despairing river's blissful waves
The sky swarms above me…I want to see you
Again…but you’ve met your end

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…

I STAYED strong…Where do you belong?
Your life ended like a shimmering star
You ended your tune of delight…I can’t hear your song
Repeat it again and again in my ears…
You left me with an everlasting scar

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I want to die…just let me fly
And reach to heaven’s height
But, I’d feel guilt and contrite 

I'm not scared (of your absence)... 
people start to stare...(and I feel dense)
people don’t seem to care (I can’t bear)
If I live or die…(the thought of you, I won’t deny…I’m just trying to play fair)

In my heart…
You broke it apart…
It breaks my heart
To see you die and depart

From His light

Have you met your end
Around or near the river's bend? 

Your heart breaks instead of bends
You still have some errands

To run...
You have the ability to run...
Just run...
And don't run off somewhere far away...or I'll consider you officially "gone" 
But, first: get your duties done

And then...we can welcome the sun 
Don't shoot yourself with a gun...
Put it down and run

WITH ME! *smile* 


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-Death Is A Nothing Word-

                                                     DEATH IS A NOTHING WORD
                                                     for Death was once called
                                                      D'aarth in ancient of ancient
                                                       times, then translated to Death
                                                       to control and cause fear.


  Death means nothing to the dead

   but it sure means a lot to the living

   because death is a nothing word

   for the dead is glorying in their living

   and the living is left to mourn the dead


   Death means nothing to the dead

   for the dead is now living a life free

   free from worry, free from pain and body

   the living finds the missing of those love ones

   who have passed on from this earthly road

   sometimes too terrible to bear

   but the dream of the dead goes on instead


   The door of death is there for all already awaiting

   it's only those that are scared of that word of death

   that makes it hard to go thro' that open door

   for that open door leads to a world of dreams

   the dream of walking in a dream

   till the passing on is fully realized

   that more the living is done on the other side

   tho' without a body, you the "Spirit" is now free

   So it is now very important to realize in truth

   that You are You the Spirit in a body encased

   and not the other way round that you are told to embrace

   and so go on to knowing of your Immortality

   and that makes the door of death easy to go through

   to make the new living so much easier to propound.

                          




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what do you do when you are in the middle

what do you do when you are in the middle with many rivers to cross?
what do you do when you feel like all is about to be lost?
do you give up?  do you give in?
or do you stand strong and pray in the end?
moments of doubt in a limital space
trying to survive in society's rat race
surrounded by the destruction and death that is a part of life
barely holding on to your faith in the Lord Christ
in the middle of that limital space
with consequential decisions to make
do you go left or do you go right?
do you surrender or do you fight?
do you chose death? do you chose life?
or do you place all in the hands of Christ?

what do you do when you are in the middle with many miles ahead?
what do you do when you're unsure, do you allow the spirit in you to be led?
you're at Mahaniam a temporary stopgap and it's time to stand still
just don't try to make any decisions that go against God's will
you might feel powerless but remember the God to whom you pray
is an omnipotent God who will always make a way 

what do you do when you are in the middle of this road called life?
you need to be like Jacob and pray to the Almighty Christ
humble yourself before Him and thank Him for all that He has done
remember all the times He's delivered you when you were under the gun
pray to Him unceasingly and petition to Him your needs
ask Him for your hearts desires as you fall down on your knees
you're at the threshold of a breakthrough on a precipice at the edge
in a limital space standing on life's ledge
don't worry just trust in the promises of God
no longer in the middle now safe in His arms


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She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



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Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


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God Asked Come Unto Me

 God Asked; “Come Unto Me…”

God called my name…. 
I didn’t know what to expect!
The words he spoke.  I won’t forget!

What he said to me….  I remember so vividly.
I woke me up in the night so unexpectedly!

As I heard the words, I jumped out of bed.
I wanted to hear what my Lord said.

He spoke, and wanted me to follow him!
I decided to obey and trust him as my friend!

What he desired, was to have a servant’s heart!
He was there for me!  
Right from the start!

My worldly possessions…  I left behind!
A new treasure in Christ…  I did find!

Many of my “past habits” began to leave me!
As I felt God’s awesome love all around me!

My life and attention were now decided.
Everything I needed...  
 God provided!

I chose to follow him 100 percent!
Fellowship with my creator,
is time well spent!

He’s my blessed savior and I am his!
And is with me each day I live!

Won’t you beckon his spirit’s call?
Living for Jesus makes it worth it all!

By Jim Pemberton


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What I see when I read other peoples poems

  
When I put myself in the reader’s shoes, 

My mind it unlocks my heart becomes fused, 

So many paths are written about, 

Some with emotional pain, fear and doubt, 

Some just admire love and the rain, 

Some people’s words are written in vain, 

Whatever the journey I can jump right in, 

Words have no boundary’s they start where my eyes begin, 

Echoes of sadness transfer through to my chest, 

Welding the pieces of alone and depressed, 

Confusion and clutter glued to their verses, 

Lyrics and styles some blessings and some curses,

Some intellectually murder expression, 

While others navigate me through lust and obsession, 

Some make declarations, oaths and pledges, 

Language can break through all previous wedges, 

Others can take me back to long ago, 

During wars of succession that troubled them so, 

Drifters and seekers, 

My fellow poets are speakers,

Unraveling time, 

By a single rhyme, 

Just like the lyrics of King David, 

Heartache and trouble can leave some jaded, 

But when others can take that journey with you again, 

All from a poets notebook and pen, 

The past comes alive and the present becomes real, 

Dirt roads aren’t as scary and soldiers finally heal, 

Our souls become one by the words we do speak, 

So take time to read another persons week, 

For their lessons may be the energy that saves some youth, 

Their story’s may be the emotion that engrave in your heart truth,

Take a moment to walk through someone else's mind, 

There is no telling what you will find. 


By: Sabina Nicole


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Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



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The Journey of Your Song



It's a lonely, truthful journey
 finding your voice, with which to sing,
 even worse, then there's the journey for your song;
 
but, we all sing from our essence
 to share the truths each heart may bring,
 so sing out loud, sing out clear, and sing out strong.
 
After a while, you may meet someone
 who may fancy the same "life tune",
 but, their performance of the song does not ring, true:
 
I can't emphasize enough, my friend
 that we all live the songs we choose,
 and that the melodies, and lyrics always falls on you.
 
That's why I sing the Blues these days,
 and feel as lonely as the moon,
 there's a certain honesty in reminding folks of pain;
 
and how next time it might be avoided
 by adding "blue-notes" to the tune,
 to draw attention, so it can't happen to us again.
 
Now, the other side of those "blue-notes
 is a more joyful, hopeful tune,
 to remind us that our hearts aren't always wrong;
 
it's merely "par for the course",
 to sing of both sweet love, and pain...
 ..but, that's the blues.....and that's the, Journey of Your Song.
 


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Lost and Found -unedited version-

Writing a masterpiece
Takes so much effort and thought
My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace
Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught
 
Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again
Peace barely meets my body
Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan
Faith passed away – it’s buried too far below the debris
 
Have I lost the race?
 
Writing a successful book…writing in general
Takes so much confidence and self-control
My mind is stacked up with debt…
Words splinter my tongue – I can’t repair my tarnished soul
 
Danger is placed in many corners
Happiness is a few blocks away from me
Fearlessness dives into me
Acceptance of who I am – God’s chosen one
 
Have I won the race?
Have I found His grace?


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For Mr Kites Benefit

Look at me, I am a kite
Clasp me firmly, but not too tight
My rainbow trail flickers among the light
Patterns of colour soar, swirling so bright
Amidst the howls of childish delight.

Air on a G-string is making me jive
The grace I hold as I flutter and dive
A timeless freedom, in which I thrive
This fraction of eternity, where I have arrived
Cherished memories, the joys of being alive.


I move in grand circles and long sweeping arcs
Blazing so radiantly, i'm throwing off sparks
This topsy turvy journey my soul embarks
Wth an amazing insight it then remarks...
...'Live with Light and Love, then the fun really starts!'

From up so high, the view melts my senses
Freedom to roam, no need for fences
To see so clearly with no pretences
No thoughts for profit neither expenses
When conscious winds blow, the journey of your life commences.

©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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Drowning

drowning...

Screaming silently for that one breath

of life...

that whirling maelstrom of beaten-down loss upon wrap-around defeat

of life...

that mercilessly shovels heaps of leaden rubble as you try to get back on your feet

drowning...

mute and dumbly flailing in the raging torrent

of being...

but a mere speck of dirt on the tapestry of a world, that at times, is quite abhorrent

drowning...

quietly wishing to surrender to the nothingness that seductively beckons, as you gasp

while...

hoping against all hope that a lifeline would appear suddenly within your grasp

drowning...

yet caught in the ghastly waters of unchartered isolation

feeling...

a trickle of hope amidst the gushing liquid of sheer desolation

drowning...

whilst holding on to slivers of sanity when blistering madness calls out to you

as...

faltering weaknesses snap and gnaw at your state of being, out of the pristine clear blue

drowning...

i have felt the pull of life's devious current as it has stripped me of my self and left me naked and bare

and still...

i fight with every suffocating breath left within

to surface and to cling onto

another gulp of life's coarse and putrid air...


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We Expand

When I was a kid, i believed that I would never stop growing. I measured myself, and knew that everything taller was a glimpse of the future. 
We would all be giants eventually. The tallest man that ever lived was named Robert Wadlow. He couldn't stop growing. On his first day of school, 
he was taller than his father. They say, that when he tripped on the playground his knees made twin craters from falling so far. By the time he was 10, the dirt in his home town was pot-marked like a second moon. 
Size always seems to matter most when we are falling. An ant dropped from an airplane will survive with no injuries, if an elephant slips 3 feet, 
it's legs will snap beneath it, and or us, it is those dreams that we remember most. The ones where the harness breaks. 
Where you step from the roof of a building without knowing why. When a plane rushes back toward the earth like a lost lover. We always wait just before impact, unsure of shattering or survival, 
and unable to accept our own size. 
Maybe this is why we hunt the large animals to extinction; To make ourselves seem greater. In the end, the victory of the atom bomb was not in the arms raised, but it's ability to topple all of the smallest creatures. We dream of surviving as mountains; of never having to look up again. 
We long for longer conquests. 
The ship vaster than the ocean. 
The fire dwarfing the fuel. We expand. We expand,. 
Weapons add more than just inches to your arm span. When you fire a gun, you can touch someone a thousand of feet away just think of all the giants our wars have already created. Cemeteries are like an infinity of white cross hairs. Mass graves that are just twisting of what we have always wanted; A mountain built from our bodies. We expand, we expand,. 
Our empires, stretching like red lips opening into the widest sssmile, and then swallowing the face whole. We build our largest statues for our war heroes, greater your conquest, the taller we will make you. We are taller than our fathers now. We cannot stop growing. Robert Wadlow did not want to be a legend. He wanted to train as a lawyer, but his hands were to large to 
write and type with. He died at age 22, half an inch short of 9 feet from an infection he never felt, because his nerves could not transmit signals that far. So stop trying to be statues. 
Walk. 
Feel the signals your feet send back to you and say "It is good to feel this close". It is good to live in our own bodies. Our bodies are whispers. Are bodies are matchsticks in the dark that light the small parts of us; The parts of us that can accomplish impossible things.


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Dreams of Inspiration

Dreams of Inspiration


You are her inspiration
through this journey in life
She’s dedicated to your heart…
so let’s not be so complicated
for she’s a work of art…
She may have a soft heart
but look in her eyes 
you can see it beats hard
Every whisper in your ear seems cloudy
She hears……
but just touch her heart
and you can hear it so loudly
When she looks into your eyes
Do you see a sparkle?
It’s the heavenly-sent angel
you’ve been missin’ for awhile
Little do you know
You’re an obsession
to the core of her apple
and the addiction to the passion 
That lives within…
When you make love to her
Do you feel it?
Or do you just feel it…
Cause it’s the same ocean
but truly a different view
So dive a little deeper
cause she’s waiting for you
To unbury the treasure
Underneath all the blue…
She’s standing “strong” for you
like the trunk of a tree
like a child needs his mother
and steady like the spring-time breeze
So when she falls asleep at night
she imagines you’re there
laying next to her
Holding the pillow tight
but she’s always dreaming
Of her inspiration
through this journey in life.

By: Aleasha A. Martin


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BEAUTEOUS MOMENTS

From "The Defiant Haiku"

I wonder in what dream one hundred
Years from now he can write Dragonflies
In meadows my little boy – who is fall asleep! 



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It Took A Lot of Faith

If they ask me how I did it,
How I got here today,
I will love and laugh and smile
And say, "It took a lot of faith."


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MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


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Be Still

Silent storms rage within my heart.
Be still!  Be still!
Fear to be fought;
Peace must be sought.
In stillness, Love speaks;
Bringing hope to listening ears,
Reminding weary hearts of bygone years;
     of lessons learned,
     for faithfulness earned,
     to stay the course.

Be still!   Be still!
     when silent storms rage within my heart.
Healing found in silence,
     when listening ears 
     learn to wait


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a day

a day to celebrate.
a day to enjoy.
a day for love.
a day for joy.
maybe a day to cry bout.
maybe a day to laugh.
a truly wonderful day, your on the right path.
it could be a day to mourne.
possibly a day to smile.
a day to smile through the fear from wich gets you riled.
riled up from the day that you face again and again. 
from either pain that makes you hurt,
or from the joy that you earned.


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A Rich Tribute

Mother Teresa been a historical,
and an important,
and a humble figure,
as she had dedicated her life for the poor and the needy indeed, 
the best tribute one can give her is by quoting a single quote of her,
out of the many though, 
the one mentioned below seems to be more precise,
in today’s world,
“Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given”
Today,
in the rush of acquiring money,
many have forgotten this lovely aspect,
the aspect of love,
which is much greater than money,
and had crossed a number of boundaries,
from times immemorial,
today jealousy, selfishness, greed have taken over love,
wherein money is not that great,
than love itself,
as love is like a ‘Can’,
which can be filled from the top to the bottom,
unlike money,
which needs to be filled from the bottom instead,
love is greater than money indeed,
as we do love our Gods,
our wives,
the children,
whether they be ours,
or of others,
without distinguishing between their caste, creed, colour,
Love is indeed greater,
as we love the newborns born into this world,
our friends ,
wherein love can also help us to defeat our enemies too,
without love,
no one can progress on,
and neither the countries too,
Therefore love is greater than money indeed!!

'Quote and Author':-
“Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given”- Author: 'Mother Teresa'


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Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


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Little Girl

Little girl
With her visions and prayers...
Suffering in silence from endless nightmares. 
A broken family
So much responsibility... 
Hurting deep inside so other's can't see.
Giant, gentle eyes
Penetrate the soul
The little girl sees more than anyone knows.
Empathic virtues
Create bountiful waves
Breaking these chains the pitiful enslaves
Wide open heart
Locked up and jailed pride
She's able to let go of her anger inside.
Unable to stay
Trapped in time
She knew to go forward, she had to stop 'rewind'
Frozen for a moment
The ice melts away
The sun warms her heart in a motherly way.
Infinite excuses
Become lessons learned
Gratitude is given, and so it is earned
Innocent little girl,
All hope invested in Heaven
Learned the secret of her life before she was 7
Her lesson was hard
Fighting darkness with a match
Finding the spark that ignites with nothing to scratch
But through all the bad
She searched for the good
And finally she found it upon where she stood
So listen to me close
And take this seriously
I know for a fact this is fact...because that little girl... was me.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Tipping

Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting.
The service: quite nice actually.
The drinks cool and food sating
My average appetite factually;

Who knew they had coca cola here
In the middle of the desert... odd
Isn’t it? I ordered water and beer
And here arrives our saviour, god

And leader, dressed in a brown
Shirt despite the pre-mentioned
Heat. He never wears a frown,
Even at rush hour not tensioned.

7.30 comes and goes, morning
Or night, we arrive, are seated
And eat. The waiter is fawning
But nice, the food is all treated

And we eat it all up, fulfilled by
A fountain of beverages he will
Provide. Full, we give a goodbye,
And place tips away from the till

So the manager cannot see, risky
Business. But how to divide the
Cost? Calculators grant only frisky
Fractions, I only had a mint tea!


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Moments to Reflect Voyage

Moments to Reflect
                                          
                                                   Voyage
Dream voyagers seek reality with close eyes living within a big lie. Realist sees reality with their eyes open but their minds are closed life to them life is to be sold and not told. Traveling in this kind of world; it is hard for them to find that precious pearl, and it is not hidden, it is in plain sight if your heart is right. 

Those who are in Christ know where to go find that precious Pearl that can bring true reality within their world, free to live and to have  life without any sins. This is how their journey begins; walking in faith and living life right with no fear of the night. Treating others as they want to be treated, love is given without ending; as it is written. Keeping the Comments day and night eyes open to the reality of the Living Word that has been spoken. Placing the Christ first they know where their journey will end; everlasting life their voyage begins.

Those who dream and try to live a lie and those who called themselves realist will travel to and from getting nowhere fast; their voyage will never be done. For what they seek only comes from the One who sets high above upon His golden throne waiting on His children to come home. Everlasting life will be given and treasures that are never ending and this reality is just the beginning voyage to paradise you will be spending; this is what all should be seeking.

What waiting, no one can truly conceive; the wonderful Gift that you will receive if you chose only to believe. Faith is all need so get down on your knees and ask for forgiveness and let Jesus drive while you ride. 
There is only going to be one last journey all will take, a trip to paradise or to that fiery lake. The voyage that is called life is going to end, where are you going to spend what coming to all in the end? Dream voyagers seek reality with close eyes living within a big lie. Realist sees reality with their eyes open but their minds are closed and those that are in Christ know that the real voyage begins when you get down on your knees and ask Jesus to come in. When time comes to an end, dreams are for sleeper and having faith in Jesus will make you a keeper and true life begin and will never end.  Up or down where are you bound? 


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Hamba Kahle, Comandante Chavez

Hamba Kahle*, Comandante Chavez!

The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,
but the torch you lit,
remains ablaze.

You may have passed away from this mortal life, Comandante,
but you have passed on,
your immortal ideals.

Today our hearts are heavy with sorrow, Comandante,
yet you left our hearts so much heavier,
with hopes of a more just tomorrow.

The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,

but you live!

You live!


Hasta la Victoria Siempre, 

Comandante!


Hugo Rafael Chavez Frias (1955 - 2013)


* - "Hamba Kahle" means "go well" in Zulu


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For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



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So Close, Yet So Far

It's like I'm there,
Standing behind a glass wall.
I've had a taste,
Just not the full platter.
I'm ready for the cake,
But all I have is batter.


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The Hike

We cannot give up;
We still have life to live.
The hike may not always be easy,
But the view must be seen to believe.


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Our Love Is Enough

We don't need to go out and party,
We don't need to drink,
We don't need to socialize,
We don't need to go shopping,
We don't need to spend money,
We don't need to go to a movie,
We don't need to watch sporting events,
We don't need to go out to eat,
Because we found love,
And our love is enough.


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Stolen Promises

As a little girl I wanted to be a ballerina
With beautiful dresses flowing freely when I spun around
Holding the looking glass close in hand
Marveling at the beauty that was to come

As an adolescent I found a helpless kitten outside
Curled up in a ball of our puppy’s fur
Instantly my dreams began to grow into a need to save all I could
Sheltering them until they were strong

As a young lady I explored my youth in every aspect
Enjoying what delight it brought savoring the bite
Gracefully walking towards my own enlightenment
Growing into the woman I have become

As a woman I’ve enveloped the best of the lessons I’ve been taught
Absorbing the significance of each and every one sought
Capturing the essence in giving unconditionally with no expectation of receiving
Cherishing the soured sweet as I learned in retreat
There is always another way
Another door
Another day

Today I need to complete the tasks at hand and those that lay ahead 
Repenting brings forgiveness
As I stand before the threshold 
While asking to spare a little time
Once more I ask

Do we fully grasp the know of when our hours begin to count
Is it then and only then
Clairvoyance shows us an understanding of just how tremendously
Precious each second precisely is





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I'm So Glad That Jesus Lifted Me


I‘m so very glad that Jesus lifted me!
And am grateful that he
 also set me free!

I’m grateful of the happiness
 he brought!
And know that he loves me,
 a whole lot!

I’m also thankful, for the life that he brings!
He understands me! And can do anything!

I hope that you’ll take some time today.
Spending time alone with him, and pray!

He rewards those who earnestly 
seek him!
Won’t you give him a chance? 
And receive him?

This same Jesus, 
also wants to help you!
Won’t you open your heart, 
and let him touch you?

By Jim Pemberton   08/15/13






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A Mountain Void A Miner

A Mountain – Void.
A Miner,

Observes this beauty, a Granite Monolith, looming ahead.
An image to light the eyes, brighten the soul – are fed
the belief that within the systolic, lies pure gold
at it’s heart – to be mined – but it is oh so cold,
hard and reluctant – stories seen, heard are told
yet this miner, digs deep, continues to mine,
a prayer from his lips – hope, dreams he will find
at it’s centre, in it’s core, within it’s heart.
One would hope, that this would be the place to start.

A most exquisite journey on high – into the ether,
were distances, exist not, where, may neither
come to know or experience the pangs of aloneness,
aloneness – none existent – gives life to closeness
as they traverse life’s disappointing, rocky roads
carrying, in their heads, the weight of life’s heavy loads.
This, they may, happy, do together or on their own, alone.
Only you, the gods and heavens are known 
to have the answers to what has been shown.
All you have laid out, all that has gone down,
and whether or not, this miner, is perceived a clown ?,
a fool ?, as the weight of all kills the music, the sound,
as he keeps trying to dig deeper into this solid ground,
this rock gives up, not a flake, a nugget, a vain of gold 
that, throughout, in the past, to others, has been told
existed once upon a time. The miner finds only fools gold
the core of what he has been mining these past two years,
years that have brought him many, many – many tears.
Fools gold is all that he can see, in all that is reflected –
pools of images, imagined, distorted, throughout detected
that one sees, envisions painted upon the shaft walls,
observing the reflected light – walking those stony halls
looking for the source light dancing on wings that fly free,
that would lead them – together  ?, - to what could be
for the rest of their life’s journey and life time
upon this plane, and all that is wished for, you to be mine.

A dream for this old mind, a dream, live, I’d love to find
In the hands of this old fool, not fools gold of any kind
to accompany this old man through his waning days,
the winter days of this life, on this plane as he plays
the last notes of his opus, the libretto, the requiem 
of a life time that will depart, when it’s tine will come.

This miner is loosing the will to dig more for the gold
That lays the walls, those steel bars oh so cold –
That Mountain – Void, that beautiful, Granite Monolith
that stands on the edge, the miner on the edge of a cliff.

B. J. “A” 2
March 14th 2008


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At Last

You had your side of the road, 
I had mine. 

You walked with friends, 
I walked alone. 

Occasionally you all threw stones across the road, aiming them my way. 
I'd do my best to dodge them. 

Occasionally, you'd yell ugly mean things across it at me. 
I'd put in my headphones. 

You'd pass several strangers, telling them ugly things about me that weren't true... 
just because I walked alone, differently than you. 

Eventually, the road ended and we were left standing face to face. 
Up close, you actually look human that I almost forget... almost... 

but I remember the days when the road ran between us.
 I still carry the scars from your sharp stones. 
And just because this road ended, 
doesn't mean the pain did. 
My scars from the sharp stones you threw didn't go away with the road. 

Just because you think you've learned, 
doesn't mean you won't have karma to pay. 

So while you stand there and stare,
 frozen in regret,
 pretending you were never the sidewalk bully,
 waiting for them to pave a new way for you, 

I'm moving forward... 
barefoot in the grass... 
at last.


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Life is a Journey

                                        Life is a Journey
To my brother and sisters as you travel along the high of life, I want you to keep in your mind the road condition. There is going to be rainy days, sunny days, fog that will make it hard for you to see. Let us not forget about the snow and ice that can cause you to slip and fall. Watch out for pot holds and detours that will cause you to get off track. 
Along this highway that you are to travel, you are going to meet many others. Some of these people will be going in the same direction; these may prove to be good company, so fellowship. There are going to be some that are standing still on the side of the road or just stranded in need of help or they may be lost. You might want to stop and pull out the old trusted Atlas, that book of books, Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth, your Bible. Sharing the word just might save someone.
As you continue to travel down the highway of life, there is going to be people who are going in the wrong direction. These you want to be verrry careful of!!! Help them to turn around if they are willing to listen, but do not let them cause you to crash and burn! Stay focused their direction is detrimental to soul as well as yours so beware! 
While you are traveling down the highway of life with your spiritual license, use your knowledge are the wisdom found in your trusted road Atlas, that book of books; Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth, the Bible. If your path has been true and your heart has been in your journey, this highway that you have been traveling should bring you to the interstate, the interstate to Heaven.
Beware! This Highway to Heaven is paved with good intentions and if you turn the wrong way, it can easily become hells highway. Stay diligent and strong in the Word and use good judgment in all things that you do.
You will meet many people along the way, some will be Angels in disguise, and others will be demons. The Angels are a blessing, but the demons , well they will offer you free rent with free heat but the costs is very high. 
Well I have come to the end of this roadside assistance and I will leave you with this, so keep it next to your heart. Life is a journey so sit back and enjoy the ride. You are in good hands with Jesus!                      
                                           by randallgraves18@yahoo.com


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Stepping Back

Today I stepped back
Instead of stepping forward
Never mind...Get up!


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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.


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The Prophets of 2013 Prayer

We r the prophets of 2013, 
the messiah, his revolution, 
to regain, self-control, 
In tranquility, remiss, 
research to higher ground, 
uphold in gesture, 
don't let fear break barrier, 
or loose sight of what's inside,
Be yourself, be better, be wiser, 
praise your almighty, an be blessed,
Amen, tu di New Year 2013....


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A sacred Garland

A sacred Garland
I try to knit.
Like flowers I pluck
Souls I pick.
Like pearls I gather
Minds I collect.
Laying them before 
My Lord
Hoping to knit 
That Sacred Garland
Of virtuous Deeds!


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Dear Jesus Keep Me By Your Side

Dear Jesus, Keep Me By Your Side!

Dear Lord, keep me by your side!
Help me to be humble,
and take away my pride!

Dear Lord, may it be my
 ambition and desire,
To praise your name!
And lift it up higher!

Dear Lord, I just want you to know...
That I will share your love,
 wherever I go!

Dear Lord, please make clear and evident...
The time of your coming is so imminent!

Dear Lord, my life to you, is given!
You've taken away my sin!
And I’m forgiven!

Dear Lord, without you, 
I am hopeless and lost!
My life would be nothing
 without the cross!

Dear Lord, I offer to you my life!
 And I freely give it!
I ask for the filling of
your Holy Spirit!

My Lord I want to give praise and adore you!
I humbly come and worship you!

My Lord and my God! You reign over everything!
You're my savior and friend! And my king!

By Jim Pemberton


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She



A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.





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Which Road of Life Will You Take


Do you want joy and satisfaction that you “haven’t got?” The peace and joy you want, can’t be bought… Are you looking for fulfillment in your daily activities? Have you “pushed” the envelope, with your liberties? There’s a road of “good intentions.” It’s wide and easy to find. But there’s another road… Which God has in mind! This narrow road, to many, may seem strange indeed! It’s only on this road, where you’ll find an answer to your need This road leads to a life that’s everlasting. There’s a question, which God is asking! Are you ready to take the road that leads to heaven’s gate? Will this be your choice? Before it’s too late? Jesus stands at your heart’s door knocking… The choice is yours! On which road, will you do your walking? Please take the narrow road! It can be difficult to travel… You should do this! Before life begins to unravel! Jesus! The prince of Peace... Rules the earth and heavens above! Won’t you enter his haven of rest, and abundance of love? He is here waiting for you. So loving, patient and kind… Only in him… Will you find satisfaction and joy every time! By Jim Pemberton


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For Bob Dylan

Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears

We shatter and scrape on demented knees

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze


I know now what I need never have known

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown


A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass

Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass


For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away

To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray

'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day

When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray


For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit

That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit

While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat

Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat


From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve

And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave

Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.


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Run into the woods

The way unto the woods…
The way where I stood…
The way called me million and zillion times,
The way stood there where I stood.

Stepping onto the appealing path,
Holding onto that which never stood apart,
Holding onto the inner guard,
I stepped onto the path of woods…

The insides of my mind traveled fast,
The pendulum of my heart did its part,
The scattered, rotten me, ran to and forth, 
The moment I stepped on that woody path.

There was something unique about this trail,
There was something so intriguing about the whole place,
The woods had found me or I had found the woods,
There popped up many such questions on my way.

The journey into the woods led me nowhere,
The journey was never into the woods I propose so,
The journey was a journey although,
But the journey never promised me the reward of a treasure trove.

I did not end up by the riverside,
Nor did I find a cave and a fairyland from its insides,
The woods stood where I stood,
The journey ended where it could.

The path was misty,
The woods were in real density,
The trail began into the insides of my mind,
The trail began to unleash the hidden giants

The giants hidden inside the misty woods,
The giants of my mind, my roving mind,
The giants so big ‘of pride’,
The giants living in my dense woody mind.

There I met the horrendous sight,
Of the ghosts of ‘fear’ and of the ghosts of ‘lie’,
Then the ghosts of ‘my low self-esteem’,
tried scaring me away along with the ghosts of ‘‘my fickle mind’.

The sight of all of them,
Coupled with the ‘loneliness’ of the trail,
This adventure hunt shook me well,
No doubt it was a tricky trail.

Finding my way out was not in vain,
Though fighting the inner goons was a bit of pain,
It took me quite a deal of zeal
To come out of that self-invited ordeal.

I killed them all, I did that all,
I did what all it demanded of me,
To emerge out of that dark monstrous grab of fake.

Ah what it feels to be me,
What it takes to be me,
Nothing but a tricky trail,
Nothing but the call of wake

I ran into the woods of my mind
I ran to where my fears and my evils took hide
I ran to where I had a mask to unveil,
I suggest to all to run where they find their real “me”. ?


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Road Trip

...Just because the road got a little bumpy, 
That didn't mean I was going to pull over, 
                 get out, 
and sit on the side of the road and give up. 
                                            I kept going. 
And at the end of the road, there was a dead end sign... 
                 but did that stop me? 
                           No. 
I parked the car, 
     got out, 
and continued on foot. 
Eventually I came to the brink of a huge mountain 
and looked up 
and thought it was impossible to climb. 
           But did that stop me? 
                       No. 
I tried anyway and started climbing. 
Once I got to the top, 
I turned around and looked over the mountain 
and I could see the smooth road 
     that turned into bumpy gravel 
          that came to a dead end 
               that came to the bottom of this mountain... 
everything that has tried to stop me. 
And suddenly, I realized 
that I now stood higher... 
       above it all... 
and now look how little it looks...


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Confidence

Every day I will excel,
Where I end up,
Only time will tell,
I hope to succeed in life’s hardest times,
And keep my problems inside these rhymes,
Every missed moment is the shutting of a door,
Luckily I know that will open plenty more,
The chances I’ve gotten in the past,
They don’t tend to stay,
They don’t tend to last,
The future ahead can be very bright,
So much of course I may lose my sight,
But only of course if I stare too long,
I need to take action,
I can’t go about it wrong,
The goal is to focus on the task at hand,
My attitude will not turn bad,
I will take a stand…


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Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


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In The Future Looking Back

In the future looking back,
You'll be happy to see
How far you've come
And where you are today,
So make the most of this now.


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Rest

Don't worry, don't worry;
Give yourself rest.
Release fear and struggles,
And He'll take care of the rest.


Details | Romanticism | |

The steps to you

         The steps to you
				By Elaine Roy

I feel, like my heart is in my feet, as i walk tore you
I count my steps, like I am learning how to dance
It's when I hear your heart beat, my feet remember the steps to our dance!
Who could believe, I stumble to my feet!
Amaze, the steps I take to get to you; are all the reasons , I can step through my life!


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The Determined Traveler

(Dedicated to KEVIN SKINNER, TURF (the Human Knot) 
and to all other individuals who don't have the means 
but have the will) 

I am not a horseman, I am not a sailor; 
I don't have a penny, I often asked for favor. 
I am an amateur who had not traveled far; 
My only compass is the Northern Star. 

I follow the star, I'm on a journey 
Crossing desserts, the swamps, and prairies. 
I heard the voices of the unbelieving; 
For them the journey is not worth doing. 

Lend me a flambeau for my vision is blurred; 
I am headed to a place where no one has explored. 
As soon as I'm back from my uncertain travel; 
I shall bring you the good news and things to marvel. 

The sting of ambition has pierced through my bones; 
As I carefully picked on the pros and the cons. 
For I'd never been as eager or determined than before; 
Though the road maybe confronted with a sudden detour. 

If the road that I follow may lead to nowhere, 
I shall not compromise my dream to blips of despair. 
In a dif'rent terrain I hoped not to fail; 
I shall conquer the woods and establish my own trail. 

The dogs that howled at my guiding star; 
Signaling aggression as I heard from afar. 
And the darkness that engulfed from here and to there 
Could not deter the ambition of a determined traveler. 


   Date & Time of Writing: 
   June 19, 2012 
   2:18 p.m. - 4:05 p.m.


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Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


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Love without End

Why does my heart go on weeping
Why my eyes bare these tears…
Why must I still feel so lonely?
Even in a crowd.. 
full of laughter and cheer

Yet.. I still feel so out of place.. 
and in such despair
Still am in wonder… 
For these moments  
Within this life-time here
loneliness goes on for years… 

Why does my heart go on wondering
Wonder what if .. 
this could be..
The moment I have been awaiting for all my life
The one whom fills-up my dreams

Wondering when my time shall come
That my Prince shall ride like the wind
He will come and sweep me off my feet
And dance the dance with me…
Beholding Love without end…

Why yet..  still in my heart 
Beholds shadows of such lowliness 
and times Emptiness grows..  
soon in time.. knowing 
my life here shall come to an end

As deep inside my heart awaits
beholding Love awaiting for the Pearly gates
Where there be such Glorious Happiness  
Love Forever in Time Showing..  
as I will be eternally born-again…. 
Into Our Heavenly Father’s Glory.. 
Beholding Jesus Christ
Undying Love without end..


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Delusions of a phantom life

I wont lose a moments sleep over the loss of you,
I will not miss the broken promises shattered dreams and lies,
You took my heart on a journey that left me homeless,
Root-bound, empty,
I was given over by the luster the sparkle in your eyes,
But now I see you for what you really are…..

My false self, my brokenness, my twisted world view,
The whispered doubt in the ears of a child,
No longer have you sway over me,
I have been convinced of the truth seen in the eyes of forgivness,
The door to the hidden places kicked down by fierce Love,
I am free, I am free, I am free.
Now you flee, now you flee, now you flee,
Your not me, your not me, your not me, 
But the delusion’s of a phantom life,



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The Martyr and the Warrior

A journey together,
Storms to weather;
Companions unlikely joined
Despite their task
     on this path which many ask,
“Why the battle?”
“Why the pain?”
“Does not God care?”

Martyr whispers gently,
“Surrender to Love’s grander plan.”
Warrior shouts the battle cry,
“Persevere, victory’s at hand!”

Martyr teaches mercy, grace and love
     to tame the tyrant within.
Warrior teaches perseverance, courage and strength;
     the tyrant to overcome.

Companions unlikely joined
For this journey long
Companions to aide
Along this path long laid.
Healing the prize
Despite surprise.
Lessons to be learned;
Trust to be earned,
     to heed the other’s voice 
     and make the wiser choice.
This battle within needs each
For which to teach;
As guides along the way.

Martyr entreats Warrior,
“Surrender to Love’s call,
For grace and mercy extended to all.”
Warrior enjoins Martyr,
“Be strong, be courageous,
Honesty within
To conquer every sin!”

Warrior needs Martyr 
to tame the tyrant within.
Martyr needs Warrior
To defeat the tyrant;
For victory to win!

The journey for this tyrant within,
Beckons Love’s call;
Grace and mercy to all.
Healing within and without;
Love’s nature calls out;
Surrender control;
Be courageous! Be strong
     to right each wrong;
Start within.


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Surrender

Surrender;
Dark path to release
     fear’s control
     and seek peace.

Journey long;
Enduring wrong;
No retaliation sought
In this battle to be fought
     within myself.

Flesh cries out,
Longing to shout,
“My heart breaks,
     it aches.
This task I cannot bear!
Life’s not fair!”

Surrender;
Dark path without control
To release fear’s hold.
No weapons to embrace;
But Love to seek 
And healing in this place
     where fear resides
     and terror takes its refuge.


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Father song

Father song

Behold I have set my eyes upon you from eternities past to the dawn of time,
Set my eyes upon you with hope in mind
With glee and rapture, I beheld the beauty of your form,
A form that I fashioned with great expectation and delight,
I cradled you in my arms and watched you come alive,
With teardrops rain, in slow motion, in concert,
Like the first rays of sunshine over the horizon.
With it’s shimmering light reflected in billowing clouds of contrast,
A symphony of emotion drawn from the depths of My love,
We laughed and sang and ventured through wilderness together,
You were and always have been the focus of my gaze,
In spite of knowing you would turn from Me, in the twilight of our song,
Forgetting it was I that danced with you in delight at every new discovery,
I created you anyway, so you would live in a world enraptured by the absence of love, then you could truly choose Love in earnest,
My song has surrounded you always, calling you back to me,
And now you have, picked up the chorus
Join me now in ventures be,
The Fathers song sung over thee.


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Reach

You may doubt yourself and your capabilities,
But you’ll soon see just how awesome you are.
You may not know how or where to start,
But that’s okay. Allow YOUR vision to guide you.
You may be nervous and/or scared,
And that’s okay too. Breathe! This is all new to you.

Frustration
Setbacks
Disappointments
Long hours
Lack of support from others

Don’t allow ANYTHING to hinder you!
Keep your vision alive, no matter what.
Work smart, and stay committed.
Discipline yourself in everything that you do.
Keep your eyes on the prize. There’s a winner in you!

You can’t afford to give up. That’s way too easy to do.
Push your way through in spite of it all.
You’ve gotta make your dreams a reality.
Don’t stop because things may get rough.
Think of how you will feel when it’s all said and done.

Accomplish what you’ve set out to do.
Keep your attitude in check, and stay positive.
Remind yourself of why this is important to you.
Don’t ever stop believing in yourself!
A negative mindset is sure to derail you and your dreams.
Rise to the top! Don’t stop until you can say these 3 words:

I MADE IT!


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APPRECIATED

just more than mere thank you:
an act so righteous,
honor with humility,
proud to be alive.
grateful to the sanity,
even for my life.
turn around and look;
like an open book,
you have to soak yourself with grace,
blessings to embrace,
just waiting for the right moment,
a place for you under the sun,
to give it all back with a smile.
to show there's something more out there for you!
to look forward to every event,
like it was meant for you.
just for you!
a hearty sweet feeling to know this;
peaceful content that i miss,
now is just a faint calling in distance.


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Tears Of Success

We told at a young age
You can make it as long, as we get good grades
If we behave;
We told hard work and dedication prevails
We not told what will happen if we fail

A life time's Aim for Lusting for fortune and fame 
Just to have it, so abruptly taken away
We not told have much life can strain
Drain every single bit of life away
Have our dreams crushed to a size of a dusty grain
Have our wounds cut openly, so the world can see our bloody mistakes

Emotionally and physically scared
But those scars 
Make you the person who you are
For them critics to tell you, they don't like your art
Its like having a rusty dagger put through your heart
Your dreams and self believe torn apart
To get right back up and march 
On regardless of your past
Gives you heart

So dream bigger
Don’t be afraid to look at yourself in the mirror
Get the courage to not be a quitter
And stop yourself feeling bitter
Through literature I paint them the picture

I painted my own Self portrait
I portrait-ed 
me as I see myself, a distraught face
glum misfortune fate
but looking back in mirror is a gorgeous face

You got Self esteem problems your not being honest 
Don't listen to your sub conscience
Fear is what kills dreams, just think positive 
Don't listen to these critics there talking nonsense
I've taken loses I've taken being at the bottom
I've promise 
To myself to never doubt myself by there comment
In the hope one day they pay homage
To the pain of my voyage...

But the chilling truth
critics only start hearing you
the moment death is nearing you. 




 


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My Little Boy Lost

My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?

As I walk the streets in search of you, 
I feel a pull, a tug, not sure what to do.
I passed the park as I looked for my boy, 
Even passed our play spot, but in my sight, not even a toy.
After everywhere I thought that I could go, 
There was one place, but it can't be right, this is all I know.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, can't find you,
Why can't I feel you near?

This evening begins as I lay to rest my head, 
There are some things I'm unsure of, 
Like making your tiny bed.
Oh God, whats happening, haven't I counted your toes?
What about cradling your head or kissing your little nose?
What are these things I am unsure of, have I even done? 
Where are you, where are you my precious son?

Mommy lays here, in tears, her face on something cold.
Where are you my son, it's you I need to hold.
I've searched all day, it's turning into night,
I'm tired, I'm lost, but I still won't give up this fight.
My eyes start to close, slumber is far too near 
If I fall asleep, I may miss seeing you my dear.

Next thing I know, as I wake to the sun.
Wondering what it is, what has been done?
As I sit, my eyes focus, I start to look around.
Then, for some reason, they are drawn to the ground.
As I look, I see what has become,
This can't be, what's happening, where am I my son?

That cold my face last night laid upon, 
Was a marker, with your name, 
Of your body my little one.
Those things I wasn't sure if I'd ever done, 
Were but the memories, I'd hoped to make with you my son.

You were here, I know you were here 
My beautiful, precious son.
You were in mommies arms, such a little one.
As though it were as simple as reading a book,
I start to realize
These tangled webs have become unhooked.

That tug, that pull that led your mommy here, 
It was your spirit, it was your soul, 
It was your heart my little dear.

Here you were, here you were, 
Right with me, so very near.
My little boy, my son, 
Mommies little one was here.
You see? You led me where I needed to go.
For it was well past the time,
To accept this I know.

I feel a tug, I feel a pull.
I feel like I need to hurry, 
Like I have to go.
There is someone I remember,
I need to get to I know.
He's a small one, a little boy. 
He's your brother, my son, 
He's pulling, he's tugging, 
Needing mommy my little one.
I have to leave, I have to go, 
To find my baby, my son.

Oh Thank You my boy,
For bringing me here.
For letting my mind begin to see clear.
You showed me the way, 
I now see the light.
I am so close, so near in this dark night.

So here you are, here you are, 
With mommy, my baby is so very near.
You are in my heart, my mind, 
And this little brother of yours, my dear.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost, 
it's you I have found.
You were there with me,
as I slept on that ground.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can see you, mommy found you, 
In my arms I hold you so near.
I've bathed you, I've clothed you, 
And cradled your head.
I counted your toes,
I bent in and kissed that little nose.
As you fell asleep in your bed.

Without him, 
Would these be memories
we are making my dear?
Without him would mommy, 
Be able to hold you so near?

We have a little angel to watch over us for all nights.
In spirit, with us, his soul,
Our endless guiding light.
He's your big brother, my son, my precious little one. 
He's right here, a part of you, 
Never again to be gone.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost,
It's you, I can see.
I have to Thank You 
For guiding me!


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PAIN IS GOOD

What do we gain?
If there is no pain.
Some will applaud the sun and complain about the rain. 
Nevertheless, we need both just the same.
In life our goals we strive to obtain;
Some dreams we will lose, some we will gain. 
This journey grows but I hope it will never end,
There have been so many roads I have seen and places I have been.
The pain in my life you cannot see it but I can.
It hurt sometimes that is why I keep it locked in. 
I walk carefully and quietly on this journey in life.
I walk with faith and hope but not by strife.
Pain will surround you and find you every day.  
Surprisingly nothing helps, it just goes away. 
I can tell you pain hurts physically. 
But I believe it hurts more mentally.


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Weight of the World

The leaves are falling, the temperature is dropping
My spirit is stalling, my passion is stopping
 
Who can save me from myself?
Who will be there to help?
 
I have fallen down, and the weight of the world is upon me
I cannot lift in on my own, for it is far too heavy
 
Who will come and give me a hand
Who is strong enough to stand?
To carry the human race
To experience His grace
 
For too long now, I have been trying
But slowly my soul has been dying
Because I am not enough on my own
I was not designed to go it alone
 
I cannot be a one man army
So I ask for those with a heart
For a dying and broken world
To join me in a new start
 
Does anyone hear a small hungry child? 
Over the sound of a dinner feast
 
Can anyone hear the roar of a bomber plane?
Over the sound of a new car engine
 
Does anyone feel the hurricanes destruction?
More than the light breeze of the ceiling fan
 
Do rags and tattered clothes grab your attention?
Before you buy a new name brand outfit
 
If you hear and see and feel these things
And it is more important to you than your things
 
Then come with me, let’s go to the broken 
Set the captives free, I am not jokin'
Open your eyes and see
 
There is a world full of trouble
A world full of hurt
So let’s get out of our bubble
And jump in the dirt


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Where the Blazed Trail Ends

In the middle of the forest, 
Where the light is at its least, 
Where the darkness does abound,
Is where the blazed trail ends.

Until now we've had a guide, 
To help us on our way;
But here and now we stand alone,
Where the blazed trail ends.

We cannot take the paths before us,
For they cannot be taken twice.
We must make our own way beyond
Where the blazed trail ends.

The paths before us give us hope
That we too can succeed.
Our new journey has just begun,
Where the blazed trail ends.


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God Knew Me Before I Was Born

God Knew Me Before I Was Born! God knew me, before I existed! He was there, before my name was listed! Before I was born, he had a divine plan! He was there, before I reached out my hand! Before I knew who I even was, or my name… His life for mine, way why his son came! Before I could put on my shoes and clothes… He had called me! It was I… That he chose! Before I was old enough to make up my own mind… He was there waiting! So patient and kind! Before I became an adult… I refused to believe! Whatever God offered... I didn’t want to receive! Before too long… I had my own family and home. But then family left me... And I was alone! Before God… I came, and cried and repented! The inside of my mind felt confused and tormented! Before I really knew what was actually going on… God reached inside and forgave me of past wrongs! Before the next day was coming about… I found a new love and peace throughout! Before God, I know that he’s changed me! I have found a new life for eternity! Won’t you come before God and accept him too? You’ll never know what he can do for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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Twin Shooting Stars

No matter my path
There – you always are
Lifetimes have we traveled
Twin shooting stars

Forget can I not
Forever etched upon this heart
Every ending not good-bye
Step closer a new start

Distractions have been many
Unscripted is the way
No matter the distance
In thoughts do you stay

Free may you be
From chains that bound
Reach out could you not
In another, comfort found

Find can you not
Balance which you seek
What pretends to replace
Voice lost, can never speak

Know does your heart
Twin flames true voice
Listen if you dare
Always known, the right choice


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IN TO THE NIGHT

In to the night I wondered,
hopelessly looking for that 
one hint of truth,
that spiritual essence
that would help me discover
who and what I really am.

Who am I?
What am I?
What should I do?
Who should I be with?
Where should I go
to fully understand my 
destiny and purpose in life? 

Then, as if succumbed by
glimmering wisdom
it occurred to me; 
the journey itself
was the map of truth.
It beckoned the path,
that perfect azimuth 
that would lead to the
unsolved mystery of 
who and what I really am.

It was only then that I resolved 
to relax and enjoy the journey.
It would be a trip through life’s 
peaks and valley’s.
En-route I would witness the 
construction of a life time of memories 
as I patiently waited for my destiny to unfold.

The end of the journey was clouded in mystery
but I sensed its end would come much too soon.
Even if I ventured through more of life’s valleys’ then peaks
I would still be grateful for having had the opportunity
to take the trip, and I would ultimately cherish
the promised enlightenment that comes only,
in to the night, at journey’s end.


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Life On The Street

Dried up like a reservoir
In the mid summer heat
The cracks in the ground
Are like
The life lines, upon my face
I have weathered many a storm
As if
I have lived a 100 lifetimes,
Instead of one! 

Bare, rough, dirty feet
Shoes are hard to come by,
These days
Unless, I steal them!
But, then I will become a target
Having something new
It will get stolen from me
By some other gang
Or by some cruel and nasty person!

“Bare feet it is!”
“Less problems, this way!”
Feet are made for walking
I will use them
For what
They are made for!
“Now let’s get something to eat, I am starving!”

Loitering around Hungry Jacks and Macca's
Asking people 
As they walk out
With their hot, delicious, fresh food
For a gold coin or two
Dumpsters and bins
Look nice, today!
Only half eaten, stuff
A lot of wastage!
“Not the freshest stuff, but hey!”
Make do, with what we have!

The sun is shining today
Not sure where to wash though...
Water is scarce, thank god for public toilets
They sure come in handy!
They say it is fun
And you are lucky to have freedom!
But, 
It is a lie we tell ourselves
To remain ignorant
To pretend, we don’t give a damn
But, inside, 
We really do!

For you see ,
There are sacrifices
To the choices you make
When you have to live them, out
“Don’t be a fool!”
Life is no fairytale, on the dirty streets of hell!

During the day, 
The city lights up
It glitters 
As if
It were made out of gold!
It comes alive with people
Rushing here, rushing there, rushing everywhere
Not really knowing, what 
They are presently, doing 
People reminding me of robots, sheep and zombies
Acting as if they are in control of everything
When in fact, they are not!

"Who knows what is around the corner?"
"What is coming, your way!"
Life is unpredictable,
"Beware!"

“Don’t be mislead by the fakes, around here”
“There is plenty of them!”
Eyes are on you,
Down every alley way
Standing on every corner
Watching you
"You, are in ‘our territory’ now!"

“Hold onto your bags tight!”
For, 
I may be lurking behind you
One minute there,
Next minute gone!
It is the nature of the game
As
I snatch and grab your bag
When I see you off guard
Taking your money
Claiming it, as my own
You see,
I need it to survive on!
I'm banking on you, being rich!
I told you
This place is a hell hole
And, 
I meant it!

This dark place
Full of shadows and conscious deceit
Will swallow you up 
Eating, you alive!
You will lose your way
In its pit of endless darkness
There is no Prince Charming’s, out here!
There is no one to save you
There are only damsels in distress
Like me!

No one
Comes to your aid
When you need it the most
You could diminish and disappear one day
Within a blink of an eye!
Without a hint 
Nor trace of you, left behind
No one will see it happen
Because
No one
Opens their mouth up, around here!
So,
Love and appreciate, one another!
Care for yourself and care for others!
Tell your loved ones 
'you love them' often
And,
‘Enjoy' 
The home, you live in!


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Hope

Holy books says it all
You taught me how to crawl
This will never change
Never ends never fades
Dear God where you are?
Shattered piece of childish dreams
This will never change
Never ends never fades.

I can fight for all my life,
Not broken, not broken inside
Never be so frustrated,
Not going to commit suicide.

Fuc*ing faith will fall,
Mortals will stand tall
Hell and heaven are all the same
Live your life, don't die in vain

Only you and I can make 
A better world for tomorrow
Have faith in yourself
And wipe off the tears of sorrow

Make me scream, Make me cry
I'll never fail to try.
This night's has an end
No pain will remain


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Spiraling Universe

May your gift expand like our spiraling universe
Being placed on paper, internet, or in  the sand
Flung out amongst the stars to shine brightly
Touching on the heart and lives of many

When your cup has overflowed into the sauce
Of plenty may it flow onto the print and touch
On the lives of many
May your journey continue like the stars

Filled with blessings near and far
May your sauna be warm and moist
To relax the tension and inspiration thrust
May your days be filled with love

And your nights pieced with relaxing dreams
Until your quilt is fully finished and you
Sleep the sleep of the kings
Then your journey to other stars be fast

And very productive where you rule,
Reign, and kingdoms build that are magnificent
And splendid
Where all is joy, peace, and love forever in it


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Love's Call to Surrender

Love’s call to surrender within;
Heed Love’s voice to win
     healing in the end
     will not offend.
My blind eyes caution,
Sensing danger often;
Alerting vigilance to what lurks behind in darkness.
But Love’s call offers hardened hearts to soften 
     and set the captives free
     from what my blind eyes see.

My heart cries out
     with fear and doubt,
“Will Love save from poison darts
     aimed at this heart?”
“Will Love save? 
Remove barriers within
     to let Love in?”
The journey begins,
With faith as mustard seed,
When Love’s call I heed.


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Man-Cat-Baby-Demon

I am scrolling down hill
folding the pills

Elongating the tree's
and simplifying the breeze

I am a song to be played
-earlier than you might say
-in the day
When hearing is a complaint
and danger is delayed

But you are a spade
to be wondered and craved

You are your own way

With the sing of the slave
underground
above the haze

Glazed with the betrayed

Honed in on like waves

So stubborn your gay

Holding on to the page

Don't you walk that way! 

Troubled little weaver
always weavin' in and out of the days
-with your face
and two others that may show you the way

So...Whenever there is game
whenever you are just being insane

Two others can ring your ping
-scratch at your lawn
ease your bickering fawn
who is ages old
-cranky yet cold

Shining like rivers of silver soles

Wasted and bold

...Blanketing and broad
system of the slots

Put in a coin so you can jog
with your eye's
and with your pogs

Fall to the floor
while dude ranchers await cry's out the doors

Become single and slower

Dangerous like snow blowers
Manned by cats
with fake joints hangin' in their lips crowin'
as they are growin'
croppin'
and sowing

The stage is set to start goin'

But you stay all knowin'

With the people out there- asses a blowin'

(...) Like the sound of the tick was that on it

Like the leaper out of time was so subordinate 

You know you could have grabbed mine

You know about other ways to shine

But still you sit and grind

Sleep and unwind

Base your catches on other famous people's finds

... I dont't confide

I really don't try

I just hear god and ask about the water in the sky 

Why doesn't it come down on African pride? 

When they need it most? 

When we know 911 proved evil the most...

But sit here and boast

And you'll hear gods jokes

He's got what a man needs

He's got you underneath a sheet

So don't breathe

Just start running

Got the mustard? 

Pray for a plead

Because random people leave

While friends try and greet

An acre of land with animals and plants couldn't please

Even if they spoke the language, and cured the disease

Sorry if I sound meek

But pride comes when I'm done writing these


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DAYS OF A CENTURY AGO

We look at them as simpler times
living in the days of a century ago:
street noise, clothes and sheets on the lines,
children playing ball, moms rolling bread dough.


There are no cars and horse buggies,
no vendors that jell and wake babies;
in one of the buildings husband and wife rant,
not hearing the landlord's voice demanding rent.


Bill who lives on the third floor was the captain of an oil ship,     
has left his pipe in the ashtray and spade cards and taken a nap
so tired of having read all noon a pile of novel and fiction books;
with half bottle of whiskey in his guts, he sleeps but licks his lips.


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Time for Change

Dominic C Cherry

I feel like time is wasting away
I keep trying
But todays just another day
My mind has escaped and ran free
But that isn’t anything of me
Or is it me
I have changed
But not welcomed my own change
I still can’t figure out what I want
I got you and you’re the only one I need
But I’m not me
I got lost somewhere
Now I’m stuck deep below the surface
Waiting to break free
Just trying to find the right spot
Thrashing through dirt seems too simple
I want to break free through the hardest surface
I want to let loose my mind
I want control, more control
The outcome isn’t just about me
I’m holding myself in
Just breathing, waiting for the chance
To be me
Did I overlook it?
Probably just a worry though
Usually is one
But how can this be right
It can’t be, I must be missing something
Wait! I used to just let everything happen
Now I’m trying to force things again
I need to relax
Take deep breathes and clear my head
But I’m falling so fast
I can’t do this to myself
I couldn’t dare do anything to her
I will not show fear
I will not be ridiculed
I came here to change this place
I didn’t expect it was this bad
But there are more like me
More who want to change
More who will change
And as our idea expands
They will need a leader to step up
I am that leader
The one placed here to change
To change life as we know it
And move toward a new world vision.


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What Is Good Enough

Who sets the standard?
Who accepts this? We all do.
What is good enough?

My 'good' is your 'bad'
My best is 'mediocre'.
What is good enough?

What is good enough,
Is your best, your very best.
That is good enough


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KEYS TO THE KINGDOM

KEYS TO THE KINGDOM some read Bible’s to study some to learn more about Heaven some as an obligation some to show pious intention Whilst… veritable facts remain more than mere literature history or theology it’s Life it holds keys to heal strife We…. are lost souls and fail to discern the way up His book embraces all wisdom on love a satiated gracious cup Witness… God’s word as a window in our prison-soul hearts unlocking the way as Kingdom Keys impart © Kim van Breda—2 July 2014


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Time, Cuts Like A Knife

Time, Cuts Like A Knife

Would I perish in this onrush of racing time
if so would that be a gentle mercy or a crime
Dying one travels a sad mystery called Death
should one fight death until that last breath

Is love truly the fullfillment of the great Law
or just a futile recording of all that we saw
Hush and a sweet wind will grace your life
wash away the worries and constant strife

Sleep well from exhaustion as a faithful goal
satisfaction that greatly enhances the Soul
Fill your life with many very worthwhile deeds
sow goodness with many compassionate seeds

All things are temporary in this very short life
time awaits no man while it cuts like a knife

R.J. Lindley 
11/23/1983


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Paris Jackson

this veritable unknown bad man in the mirror
would likewise beat it behind the mask
ben writhing in pain to feel best of joy
for (i can't make it) another day without billie jean
in this
black or white
whirled wide webbed world
whereby hypnosis breaking news
like dangerous butterflies effects
ben tormented thus this earth song
time and again experience ye that doth
give in to me
sans like a loved one
gone to soon
but my spirit does want to heal the world
for tis only human nature
to feel claustrophobic shuttered in the closet
all a jam and smothered
yet...please keep the faith
and keep your head up
for tis much to soon
to erase off the wall
memories
that perhaps one day in your life
pretty young thing
would will remember the time
happiness did roll and rock with you
like a rockin' robin
though now ye rankle 
like a stranger in moscow
concluding supposed guardian angels
they do not care about us
minor bit players on the global stage
self reflection finds me wondering
if this is it
blinded by unasked for fate
to be blinded in the limelight
haint no thriller
cuz...honestly, i wanna be startin' somethin' fresh
like...paris in springtime
then upon winter of moi descent
into the dimension beyond life
wondering if you will be there.


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Another Day

I feel so trapped I cannot breathe,
someone please, please rescue me.
I sit in my room with a pillow over my face,
wishing I was in a better place.

I need some help I will admit,
The only thing is I can’t commit.
I’ll try to get up, get up and go,
I know I won’t be the only one who doesn’t show.

As I sit here on my bed,
So many images pop into my head.
I try to think of the good times I’ve had,
The only thing is, I’m only seeing the bad.

I see all the stupid fights,
Followed by all the sleepless nights.
I get to look in the mirror and what do I see?
I see a girl who looks just like me,
Who has a hole in her where he heart used to be.

Tears start to roll down my cheeks,
I don’t know if I can make it another week.
I’m so tired, sick of it, and depressed,
I’m staying in my pajamas I’m not getting dressed.

Screw my family, friends and school,
I never was very cool.
When I began to break down and cry,
I stopped for a second and asked myself why?

I don’t know why I am this way,
I want to live another day.
I don’t want to be this way anymore,
Yeah I am pretty sore.

I’m gonna be strong, I’m gonna get up and go,
I might be the only one who does actually show.
No more sad thoughts while sitting on my bed,
I’m gonna keep up my pretty little head.

I’m going to show the world what I can do,
I don’t need help from either of you.
I’m done breaking up the stupid fights,
I’m gonna get some sleep tonight.

I’m going to look in the mirror only to see,
A girl who has a heart where he heart should be.
No more tears running down my cheeks,
I’m gonna make it another week.

No more being tired, sick and depressed,
Heck, I’m throwing out my pajamas I’m getting dressed.
I never want to go back feeling that awful way,
Hey, I just lived another day.


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Wise Hearts

Wise hearts travel from days long gone;
Trials endured
No respite in sight,
To hope hold tight.
Seek wisdom,
When winter comes,
Causing flesh its chance to be redeemed
Though dark night seemed
Unending;
Unrelenting.

Spring at last arrives,
Transforming hope survives,
Despite its wain
Throughout the rain;
New dawn brings life
For wise hearts enduring.


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A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


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Complete Man

Prolog:   This poem is about how much you need to struggle to ‘survive’ as an accountable and matured man. Child demands what he desires and the man sacrifices his desire, to fulfill the child’s.  It’s funny how you would be made a king for a day, and then a ‘somebody’, or even a ‘nobody’? Moreover, as you grow up, linearly, the problems breed exponentially like bacteria. Yes, it is true that the assimilative power to bear the offsets increase as you grow up too and how we breathe with the mere hope that one’s integrity pays back at some point in life. These verses symbolize the seldom hidden pain as adolescents in antithesis to the trouble-free life of a kid. Being a four year old playing with crayons, it’s all about you and your own little world!  
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
 
From learning to put on the bow-tie,
To responsibly having the handkerchief in your pocket,
From experiencing the toughest times
And still standing upright like a ship in a storm
Like never before,
Manhood, here comes, like a raging warrior,
Resilient in form, stronger than its former,
And kills your innocence; darkens your heart.
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
 
Life slips by ‘unlived’ and under cut-throat competition
Little merry-time, patchy hangovers and a far-fetched ambition
In trying to enrich and reclassify his social status
Life is yet adventurous, travelling rough miles
Reshaping himself, constantly adopting new lifestyles,
Every so often, he needs a little time, damn-it
In the end, faith grows numb in breaking the habit
It’s flabbergasting dad, how you stood up on your feet
Such burden of liability on the shoulders, how can one keep?
 
Politics was detested, conspiracy unheard of.
But now only has become an essential strategy for survival
Pain only makes him stronger,
Thanks Kelly Clarkson; that makes our belief finer
And brings a hope of fresh revival
How true Darwin sayeth!
Fittest subsists, and the rest are extinct species.
However, gratitude to such reformation
The inception of adulthood, cognizance!
Teaches him to be & believe himself; thus push his limits farther
Only critical moments, binds his relationships sturdier
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising.
 
 
Inspired by : friends, fam, eminem, linkin park, my fellow poets, my world


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Hold On Tightly

Hold On Tightly

Let your life fill others with jubilant cheer 
 do not stand apart , bring others near
Sing out sweet love of life for all to see
 share your gift by growing a kindness tree

As each morn stirs vibrant heart to please
 give of self with love as the beautiful key
Seek out those needing a soft helping hand 
 dance to the joyous music of a mercy band

As days and nights rush into eternity's cup
 drink of compassion , drink right on up
Let your path sing a helping blissful tune
 time awaits no man, flying by far too soon

Let love and kindness be your beautiful guide
hold on tightly, such acts gift a rip roaring ride

07/ 27/ 2014


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Tomorrow's Seed

Old ways of being
No power do they hold
New world upon us
Dare to be bold

Gathered in the light
In numbers strength found
Lighter do we move
Reside on higher ground

No longer is there doubt
Clarity in daily thought
Guided will you be
Revealed answers sought

Time not the enemy
Despair falls away
Higher the vibration
Creates the new day

Found are there many
Once lost their way
Rejuvenated in spirit
Forward can they pay

Anchored no longer
Fear's shackles removed
Unity overcomes -
Hate no longer approved

Take comfort in knowledge
Share all you know
For what we plant today
Tomorrow’s seeds will grow


Details | Free verse | |

Road Trip

I've heard that endings are for lunchtime, college careers and birthdays, Once they come around, they're wont be other times quite like them. I could feel your heart beat vibrating faster each time my hands made a movement to press against your waist, and then slowly silence itself as soon as our arms dressed each other like heavy winter coats. I could've sworn that narrow arms stretched long like highways & interstates; long enough to make you loose sight of custom made licence plates with letters that spell out nicknames. I remember my tire-treaded arms could wrap around your two-laned-traffic yellow dash marks so that you could feel the friction of protection keeping you just enough away from a head on collision. Bumps in the road and all; we always kept going straight. The path seemed endless, but I guess a rubberband heartbeat can loose it's elacticity without another set of arms to bounce back into. So I snapped back with both hands on the steering wheel before crashing dead into the reality you no longer wished for. Lord, I needed your direction. I just wanted to get my life back in the right lane, & it looked like using my father's shoes to accel and the yellow pages for a booster seat wouldn't cut it anymore, so I had to grow up and accommodate my life for a few years of extra leg room. Hit the ground running, move forward and don't give up can sometimes be premature reminders that you just got your licence to live your life again only but a few months ago, so don't rush into something you're not ready to reach for yet. Let your legs grow. Allow your heart to beat in the steps of a one-two rhythm again. Realize that knowledge is power, and free your mind from the slavery of hands twisting at your spinal cord, and words that whip you into emotional retardation. Tell yourself your value is weighted more than the trouble inside the baggage you carry. Take yourself out on a lunchdate. Graduate from one stage of living to the next. Have your birthday cake, cut out a slice for a loved one and then smash your face in it like a toddler would. Follow in your Creator's footsteps, and He will direct your path. 
Enjoy the path ahead of you. 
The future is in sight.


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Love Awaits The Souls

All are we

One half of a soul

Traveling through this life

Once again to be whole

 

In the heartbeat of another

The rhythm to our rhyme

Long ago, a dance started

Shared again in this time

 

In their eyes found

Love's light returned

Reflection of the self

Many lessons have been learned

 

Touch do they deep

Core of all you are

Though separate may you be

No place that far

 

Feel them can you always

Never far behind

In every breath, every moment

Always on your mind

 

Find can we many

Ways to block our path

Defined by perceptions

Risk not ego's wrath

 

Short is our time

In this world spent

Return to your purpose

For which here, you were sent

 

Follow your passion

Once again, be free

Others opinions matter not

For, your truth cannot they see

 

Close your eyes, feel the rhythm

Continue does the dance

Love awaits the souls

Willing to take the chance


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sweet Surrender

Love leads the way to freedom
Through peaceful surrender,
     so tender.
Sweet surrender release my hold
      to seek your gold.

Crumbling defenses are bold;
Desperately clinging,
Despite agony’s stinging.
Fear cements each brick
      in this fire
      despite earnest desire
      to seek Love’s sweet surrender.

Fear clings tight
Chocking my will
      in this fight
Holding firm to control
Despite its toll.

Love whispers its promises;
Surrender the door,
Empowered by trust
Not to end in dust.
Love’s sweet surrender will not disgrace.

Sweet surrender
Release my hold
To seek your gold- 
     a life of peace.


Details | ABC | |

addiction

contentment contradicted by emotions supressed
more like medicated happiness 
an unmanagable mess
lost in deception
denial, i lied to my self
with a destorted perception
I sabatosh my health
abandon my values
turn my back on my kin
in a control battle with addiction
I delusianaly think I could win
a downward spiral of adventure
in which im killing my self
its time to surrender
its time to seek help


Details | Rhyme | |

Do You Feel Like You Have No Where to Go

You Feel Like You Have No Where to Go?

Do you feel like you 
have no where to go?
Things have brought stress
to your soul..."

Do you feel like "everything's been taken?"
You're all alone... And have
 been forsaken...

Do you feel like life has 
"turned it’s back on you?"
You don't know what "in the world 
you're going to do..."

Do you feel like no one's
 listening to what you say?
You don't feel like you can make 
it through another day.

If you feel this way...  I've good news to bring!
Jesus is here!  Waiting to take
 care of everything!

Perhaps you feel like you've
 hit a "dead end."
There’s one who wants to be your friend.

Do you feel there's no 
real hope or chance?
Do you feel overwhelmed
 by your circumstance?

Jesus knows of all your troubles and pain!
He’s here now...  Why not call on his name?

Feel his goodness and let 
him restore our soul.
He'll bring peace to your life 
and make you whole!

Feed on his word... And let his spirit in.
He'll meet all of your needs again and again!

In God's direction is where your 
life needs to be leaning...
Only he can bring true 
hope & meaning! 

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Small Little Victories

If we break life down into small little victories,
It won't be long until the battle is over,
And before we know it,
The war will be won.


Details | I do not know? | |

"Your Path"

Shaken up, spun around, and knocked down
Left alone, hardened to stone, fighting for what you own
In a way you’ve lost, though your journey has just begun

Success is fleeting while you spend your time retreating
Significance of your life summed in a second
On your way you got lost, began your journey backward

The path winds with whipping winds
Vines creep and crawl to trip and tangle
But you are no longer lost, travel through the hardships


Details | ABC | |

He closed the door and I made a new way

The world where I belonged to,
I closed my eyes.
I planned a journey to His place,
a decision wise.
A road I travelled,
with my virtues and goodwill.
Acceptance to the new world,
and a struggle to uphill.
This is not where I belong to,
still I made my way to His vicinity.
Neither a word of silence even,
Nor a sign of life in that 'hassle city' .
I sweat, I lose my breath,
I hardly have any strength left.
I never complain, I never cry,
And I still don't feel like being bereft.
At last, my real journey commenced,
And I found a sign board saying "HEAVEN"
But the Witty Master up there had other plans,
My soul smiled at Him as He said "It's not that easy one."
He glanced at me and closed the door,
since He had nothing much left to say.
Grew up praising Him in the other world as I was,
I remembered His lessons, and made a new way !!


Details | I do not know? | |

My Countless Wishes -Part 1-

I wish 
To be a pigeon soaring in the morning sky
I wish
I have all my issues fly out the windows
I wish
My whole body could simply wither away 
I wish
To start anew and be on a fresh start 
I wish
I had the ability to fly 
I wish
To have a talent of writing cheerful, exquisite poems 
I wish
I could be a wonderful guy 
I wish
I could have a future family and be the best father in the world
I wish
I could have a positive mindset 
I wish
I had the desire to talk things out and live a peaceful life


Details | Free verse | |

Joys from Heavens

The time of year when the joys 
Rain down form Heavens
When the families get together, 
When the children look up in  hope
Santa’s fill surprise in the socks at night
When the snowman appears in gardens
There comes a the giggles and chants
Colored balls in trees and stars shining
Exchanges of greetings nights of prayers
We gather to celebrate the coming of Joy
Night to celebrate the Holy Jesus
Night to celebrate new Life, for its
The time of year when joys 
Rain down from Heaven…


Details | I do not know? | |

For Robert Zimmerman

For Bob Dylan

sheltered from the howling winds of vows and scattered souls and sweltering hate

she is a refuge from the blistering sands of dread and loss and torn and twisted fate

when the emptiness inside becomes an abyss so dark and wild and cold

my words get lost in the jangling alleys where dreams are bought and sold

I met her in those alleys among the withering roses on a bed of thorns

and she filled me up with poems banishing the scowling moments and their baleful scorns

now I lie awake and wish that I could sleep and drift away into the maze of her dream

but slumber has fled and slipped the noose around my words as they thrash around and scream

words that swirl around and around like that scarlet scarf wrapped around her face

she's a mystery still as she will always be while I sift through this empty desolate space

the storm it broke and ceased and shuffled my words as they drifted forlornly into the chasm of the dead

leaving me here still and mute and frantic as I try to pick up the pieces of all the words that have been said

far too many far too often far too conceited and far too proud

for I failed to hear the stillness of beauty as I rambled along barking my words out aloud

she hushes me now as she hushed me then in the cobwebbed tunnels of the past

while I weep more words in blood and ink onto dried parchment meant never to last

so tell her that her whiskey has been greedily gulped down and now that I am soberly drunk

I see her songs and hear her breath reaching down into my mouldy abode of hapless funk

fare-thee-well for now as I slide into the scribbled hubris of another battered rhyme

dazed by the glaring embers as they scorch the moments of quickly fading time

and if tomorrow finds me here still shell-shocked and drained in body and in mind

tell her that her wine has slipped through the loose knots that bind

tying me to this place of sanity and insanity all rolled into one

while all is numb and scarred from the deed that has been done

and as I flee recklessly chasing away myself from me once more
she'll know the words for its a song that's been sung far too many times before

(for bob dylan)


Details | I do not know? | |

The Tears of the Clown


The Tears of the Clown


A veil of smiles,
worn effortlessly.

Tuning out the blurring din,
alone in the cackling throng,

never hoping to belong,
though pining to fit-in.


Peeling off the thin facade,
feeling the pained charade,
melting into the dim parade.


Trickling effortlessly down,
over the strained contours,

of a spurious laugh,

the tears of the clown,

rehearsed, rehashed,

form an unending cold stream,
dissolving the lingering traces,

of this simple boy's dream



Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Poolside

Burning, white heat coursing across flesh
		A honky no longer
Leafy flecks marbling skin like wire mesh
		Relax and grow stronger

Silence attacked by Dolly Parton’s CDs
		A boiling furnace
Darts competitions bring you to your knees
		The sun only burns us

The water is contrastingly icicle cool
		At night the sunshine abates
Trapped voluntarily here by the pool
		Package holidays are great!


Details | Free verse | |

Paint the Town

I pause from painting a canvass of opinion, brush strokes colouring a solid red 
across the blank faces that warily observe. A compass points to the right (a dead
end) yet with no direction, escorting a stained brain in reverse: an unnatural place to start.

This taste is always freshest in the mouths of the hungry, which are forced to part
from an honest working voice to focus solely on the next meal. Who will stand
up to write THIS IS WRONG on Parliamentary walls to clear blinkered eyes? A hand

can paint and sculpture, but will also make a fist.  
A better world is open if we walk on through the mist.


Details | Free verse | |

To Die

Don't cry for me, I've only just died. And yes, I know you tried and tried
But the life ends and hearts do mend. Now I'm the atoms that war and love can never defend.
A universe spinning all around and now I'm home, I'm found.
Its the pain that goes away for me but I'm not a forgotten memory, don't you see?
It's all around us that life is a gift but the death is the return to the love in the universe and beyond - Beyond the burn and concern of the world and the horrors that are done in turn.
So reject the pain and celebrate with me for my death, like yours will be, was a certainty.
But not of lost life but of the chance to be free. Not now but you'll one day agree.  So lay aside the regret don't fret the time is now for livin' and later comes the dyin' but please no cryin' Let the tears be for you not for me that one day you too can become free in the dust, in the air and travel everywhere without a care while mourners stare and enemies glare.
To Die is no dream it's a return to the love in the universe and beyond - Beyond the burn and concern of the world and the horrors that are done in turn.


Details | Pastoral | |

A sacred meal

As a faith community it’s a living presence,
a gift of everyone inclined to give worship –
praise and glory to God, the source of life;
who champions holiness and reason to love.

  The throbbing chapters of human struggles
  brought to the fore like a key to understand;
  their implications to one’s quest of wisdom,
  generate a response to God’s living sacrifice.

It’s a sublime action, a thought of obedience,
when one partakes of God in our Lord Jesus;
he remains with him throughout his very life,
and promises him the gift of everlasting life.

  At the eucharist described as a special event;
  God in Jesus who shows his true flesh and drinks,
  like an ambrosia  that provides life eternity,
  immortality or never-ending journey to immortality.

It’s a sacred meal, a community affair indeed,
celebrating the paschal meal – a thanksgiving!
Jesus, whose great love for us to be saved,
reminds humanity of his promise for eternity.

  It’s a journey within, a deep encounter with him,
  As he said, “unless you eat the flesh of the Son
  of man and drink his blood, you do not have
  life within you.”  
  an invitation that opens the door to everyone;
  to become Christ-like in every act of life.


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Who Truly Knows

You know
That I know
That 'we’ know
Nothing, at all!


Details | Rhyme | |

HATTIE MCDANIEL

Being an early African American actress, included moments of outcries & burst
That ended with pride & joy, on being so many of our first

Like the first African to win an Oscar, for the movie Gone With the Wind
Opening doors ajar for minorities like there has never been

The first African woman, to sing on the radio
Showing we meant something then, still, a long way to go

Being the first African, to have a postage stamp
A shining African star, like a bright candle lamp

This strong woman of color, who struggled to live her life
Breaking through barriers, cutting them like a knife

Admiration for her, grows each and every year
To see how far we’ve come after hard fought tears

So Hattie McDaniel, is the actress I love most of all the famous names
This child born of slaves now with two stars on Hollywood’s Walk of Fame


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Universal Children

A child I am, a child of love
Seeking my universal home
Seeking the creator of my being
Building my faith and courage 
Love, my foundation
My spirit, navigating me 
To where I originate from


Details | I do not know? | |

She

She.

She,
remains just out of focus,
an elusive portrait,

etched in the corner of the mind's eye.

she,
sometimes strays into view,
a blurred mirage,
of burnished words cast in indelible dye.

she,
steals fragments of each day,
a welcome thief,
of emotions left in some dusty space.

she,
scatters my poems in the breeze,
an invited spell,
that vanishes into the wind without a trace.

she,
renders me mute and so often blind,
the wild dreamer,
a seeder of impossible thoughts in the mind.

she,
brings the elements of nature to me,
a gentle healer,
she unfolds my thoughts setting them free.

she,
comes and goes as she chooses,
an untamed spirit,
soothing the very place that she bruises.

she,
rouses me in nights of empty slumber,
a murmured breath,
brushing my cheeks with kisses too many to number.

she,
remains to me the enigmatic one,
a burning riddle,
yet she stays with me as each torturous day is done.

she,
my heart knows not why she stays,
my consistent constant,
filling up my nights and consoling my days.

she,
deserves so much more from fate,
the truest soul,
she loves too much and knows not how to hate.

she,
arrives again tonight as I lie awake,
a thoughtful shield,
my coat of armour in a world far too fake.

she,
stays with me and within me stays still,
the true one,
and to dwell deep in my soul is where she always will.

she,
from whose cup I have so greedily drank,
a giver of life,
I have not the words with which to her wholly thank.

she,
knows how desolate a world this can be,
my sustainer of hope,
and of life and of breath is what she will always be.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Thoughts from the Clouds

Endless White, billowed dreams of squatting men,
I stretch out to grasp an insubstantial floating sky,
A fluffy purgatory, a Grayscale cycle revolves again
Forever out of reach, I extend arms, choosing to fly.


Details | Free verse | |

When do you know you are a writer

  (an archived interview with Orlando City Beat Magazine)
{q & a with Matthew J. Palm}
Q.)  
" J.S., WHEN DID YOU KNOW YOU WERE A WRITER?"
A.)
"No one knows when they are a writer. Everyone thinks they are a writer. No one is a writer.
There's a creative well-spring shooting ideas into the universe.Those fortunate enough to drink of the waters, have experienced what good writing is.
If there is a blank look on your face right now, you may never taste it. Hone in on the magic. Greatness will be gone in a flash without direct connectivity. 
If your feelings are hurt by this knowledge, pick up another hobby where the grand spotlight will singe your forehead.
Writing is a hard, long journey of solitude. No Alpha, no Omega."
Q.)
"BUT DON'T YOU LONG FOR AND/OR ENJOY THE SPOTLIGHT?
 AND WHAT'S THIS ALPHA OMEGA REFERENCE SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"-
A.)
"No sir. The spotlight is my is where wolves roam. 
I am a Lamb. It's there in my last name. 
Also, the beginning is the end. 
We must learn to stop searching for the right words, when words are RIGHT in our face.
Ya' Dig?
The creative act is done at the keyboard, the notebook, the wherever, and is easy.
Constant struggles should be reserved for life, writing is merely it's reflection"
Q.)
"AREN'T YOU AFRAID OF MAKING YOUR READERS ANGRY?"-
A.)
"When? And is this a trick question?"
Q.)
"NO, I AM SERIOUS, WHAT ABOUT THE FANS?-
A)
"Well, I HAD imagined the person interviewing me would have actually known what I am about BEFORE 
this interview process. Guess not. I do not understand the concept of fans so I will leave that alone. 
Now, concerning those who actually read my stuff...
If you do not like what I say or write in honesty, then well, you may need to have a discussion with yourself about whether or not fake is what you are actually attracted to. 
Truth is one very important aspect of writing. 
To quote my friend, the late Adam Yauch,-' Be true to yourself and you will never fall.-'
There is no winner, no loser. You are merely a vessel.
If adulation is on your radar of needs, look elsewhere.
Upon finding fame via writing... sorry friend, it was a mirage."
Q.)
"ANY LAST WORDS OF ADVICE?"
A.)
"They ain't sendin' me to the electric chair yet are they? Ok, ok...
Slip from the fog, breathe free from the smog. 
Don't try so hard.I have fell on my face plenty along the way.
Maybe I can help break another's fall with some wisdom. Much strength and love to each and all.
I am not a writer. Namaste', peace and chicken grease!" 


Details | Rhyme | |

HALLELUJAH I'm On the Winning Side

Hallelujah!  I’m on
 the winning side!
Jesus is victorious!  
And pushed back the evil tide!

Hallelujah!  Jesus has given
 me an assurance.
Living for him…  Is the best
 “life insurance!”

HIS policy is FREE!  It asks 
that you serve him!
Won’t you come?  
And take time to know him?

His eternal insurance is life
 that’s everlasting!
“Come follow me!” 
 Is what he’s asking!

I’m thankful to know of the choice
 I’ve made!
A way to eternity, through Christ,
 has been paid!


By Jim Pemberton   08/01/13




Details | Free verse | |

Voyage across the stars

Snowy field full of cold whispers,
Lies and truth all but disappear,
A voyager endeavors to find a path,
Years spent in an agonizing search,
The white of snow blankets all that can be seen,
The path seems lost,
not even a place for the weary voyager to lean,
He then looks up to the stars , stars dancing in defiance of night,
Within the vast dark sky, stars shine pure and bright,
Above all humanity and the earth itself, their sparks spread a hopeful light,
The voyager's heart fills with hope and determination,
Stars, one of the smallest of god's creations
Like the stars that find their path despite the burden of dark skies,
The voyager musters his strength, to find his path and face what lies..


Details | Free verse | |

LESSONS

from dying young:
to living your life-half asleep,
try not to always keep the glory and crown,
there's more tot he fight that fits.
as the footprints cascades with the tide,
always learn not to blow it out of proportion.
be timid but not shy,
not forgetting to ride it all the way through the end.
don't think too much about the plot,
always try not to give up.
hold fast what you learn,
cause you don't know when the next time you'll need it.


Details | Free verse | |

Abundant Touch

blood, sweat, and tears
nailed to a cross
crown full of thorns
your life was lost
for me, a worthless sinner
for me
a new beginning
I leave the past where it remains
I've been transformed
I've been restored
condemned no more
I wear the chains no more
I am free


Details | Rhyme | |

Are You Addicted With Nowhere to Go

Are You Addicted, With Nowhere to Go? I know that it's easy to get discouraged and upset. Being addicted... But you can't escape "just yet." You've tried "everything." And don't know what else to do? Is there "anyone" who can "help you through?." The things you've done. You’ve wanted to be forgiven! Yet struggle with this Each day your liven! You greet people and wear a "smile." Do you wonder if living is really "worth the while." You may have prayed over and over again. And yet constantly struggle with a stubborn sin. Many times when you've tried to call on Jesus' name. Yet find yourself in "guilt and shame." Jesus is here now! He wants you to know… He can bring satisfaction and Make you WHOLE! Rather than thinking of things done in the past. Come to Jesus now! His love will always LAST! Allow God to bring to your life the needed victory now! He'll make you a brand new person! And HOW! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

In Between

There’s a moment when, crossing between two streetlamps, a double shadow appears,
arching from your fears, a body projected through years onto cracked concrete. 
So, stopping, you watch it split in separate directions, no fixed perfections, 
all later corrections point from now dividing as forces pull one into two, 
coloured red or blue at different ends of the spectrum, matter is best left some space,
life isn’t a race in the traditional sense, but against the perception of yourself.
Worrying is bad for your health, because as much as television may scream in your ear, 
grinding each individual gear, you need not wealth, 
but a hand to pick you up and dust you off when you fall,
no problem at all, giving pats on the back, setting the wheels back on the track,
in motion again you walk on from staring at your shadow, standing won’t help you grow.
And I know it says not to walk towards the light, but this time it’s alright, 
because looking back won’t help either. As a fighter, neither Rocky nor Rambo, 
you face the night ahead, spit to clear your mouth of lead, and strut on son, 
because you are only born once, and you only die once, 
but it’s what you do between the two that makes you awesome.


Details | Rhyme | |

David and Goliath

David and Goliath

When David heard Goliath bring
God’s name disgrace.
He wondered if any man would
challenge him, face to face.

All the men in Israel were scared,
and not this brave.
For if they lost, they’d be
the Philistines’ slave.

King Saul wondered if anyone
would challenge this man.
David accepted—knowing
this was God’s land.

With a small stone he
chose from a river bed,
He faced Goliath, with God placing 
the stone into his head.

Perhaps there’s a GIANT in your
life that’s causing you fits.
Your trust must be in Jesus.
This--you must admit.

Lust, anger, pride—
whatever your giant might be.
Defeating this giant, with God’s help,
will bring you the victory!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

black diamond ring

"no matter where the road may lead you," you said
"i would always hold your hand, but nows the time
where you dry your eyes, and pick you self up,
turn around and share your intellict for those who need it
becasue this world is a cruel place and although it pains
me to say this, you have got it good compared to most
so hold your chin up and start your journey again and tell your story
to those whoes burden is much to weighted to carry alone."

"all your life you hid behind that shining smile of yours
and now is no different than back then" 

i know i'm wiser then beyond my years of those around me
and i know that if i dont break through i will break inside to the out
who knows whats right and wrong, who knows whats goin to happen
we have lived, those have died, and i am here not knowing if i myself 
is living or dying, i am numb to the wind and i cry at the moon
i dont know how this journey of life is making me alive, but as this ride goes on
the more i feel faint and sick to my stomach
get me off, unbuckle my safety strap and let me vomit my hatred
of my obtained troubles, i can not tell those whoes burden is too heavy
for the burden that i carry now, is too much for me to even carry.

"cry at the moon all you want if your that selfish,
wake up you know your in pain and many around you are feeling the same way
tell others to know love and live and grow with love
let them learn from the past, not live their life around it
those who have passed, have passed on their stories for us to listen to
and comprehend in our own ways and merge our own stories 
to form life's best lessons in how to help one another with eachothers obtained 
troubles."


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The Past Is Ash

The past is ash, you gotta rise like the phoenix, don’t like it call your mama and ask for a Kleenex. The time is long past due to stop thinkin’ and start doin’, start rootin’ for the man inside and stop all the internal booin’. You sound like everybody else with a story, braggin’ about past glory. What about today? Tomorrow will be today again, are you gonna be your worst enemy or be your best friend? Nobody believes you, you don’t even believe yourself, you need to take that bull*****and put in on the shelf. You can only judge and fix yourself, work on that person, no one else. You need to man up and fill your cup with the nectar that life has to offer. You want to win and be stronger, not lose and be softer. You want the fruit of your labor, to love yourself and your neighbor, to love the fan and the hater, to love what you got cuz you got it and you took it and made it cuz there was no tomorrow or later, only back then, back when, back in the day suffering every which way with your back against the wall that you made with your sorrow and your rage. Do what you do and stop being blue, you need a new blueprint printed out and co-signed by the future you, your future self, the architect and the tenant. You know what you got? A new start and a new shot. A chance to stop being a robot. A new lease on life with no lease payments and at the very least, no leash to stop you from running free in a new lot. Now it’s just you, yourself and the pie in the sky. Become the apple of your own eye, the catcher of your own rye, the ink in your own dye, the voice that will question your feelings inside and shine brightly upon all the lies in your mind. Create your future fate before time flies by and history says it’s too late, these words are your bond and your mind is a clean slate. Carve them out and breathe in each letter, fake it till you’re feeling better. Those who wronged you don’t exist, they are not your enemy, burn that list, of people you think owe you something...no one does, except one person, the hardest to find, and while you’ve been dying and losing your mind, and stressing and flexing on struggle and strife, he was right there in the mirror the whole damn time.


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Away From Home, But on My Way Home

I am on a journey
I have been for quite awhile
I know not how much further I must go

But I know the destination;
it is to be enriched by every life I meet on the way
and to enrich every life that grace mine on the way

So I must stop, 
to smell every rose,
to cheer every heart

Though the way may be fraught
with fog and tempest,
I have no fear and I am not lost
I still remember the way home
and I am fond of home
It is a place of eternal life
It is a house of endless love,
a house of peace, 
a house of joy 

In my home, 
there's always laughter,
hearts never break, 
smiles never fade, 
spirit and flesh never frail
fear is never around, 
friends never leave,
loved ones never die, 
no sad farewells there

I will go home, 
when my journey comes to its end
To my father’s house will I go
To the house of endless love, peace, and joy,
will I return

Into the waiting loving arms of my father; 
into the warm happy embrace of friends and loved ones,
who had been on the journey and gone home before me, 
eagerly awaiting my return

To my home, to my father’s house,
of endless love, peace, and joy, 
will I return

The day of my return, I know not,
but when it comes, I will know,
for my father will call me home,
When he calls, I will hear 
I will answer his call
I will run to my father
I will be home

(Dedicated to Merl Butler)


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Wise Journey Long II

Wise journey long
     brings eyes to see beyond
      the toils of each day
      with steadfast heart
      to weather storms approaching fast.

Wise journey long
     brings eyes to see beyond
     past wrongs;
     transformed,
      yield grace;
      lessons learned will not disgrace

Wise journey long
     brings eyes to see beyond
     and focus for the day
     without dismay
     of treasures most precious,
     not purchased by gold;
     gifts to behold;
     Wisdom,
     Courage,
     Purpose,
     Hope
     and Love most dear,
     dispels fear
     for this journey long.


Details | I do not know? | |

Midnight in Johannesburg

1.

Calm descends,
feathery, misty, settling gently on this city’s breath.

Elusive sleep,
teases,
hiding amongst the clouds,

while silver ribbons of moonlight, caress the concrete.

2.

Midnight in Jo’burg,
alone, in this wild-eyed, crazy city,

warm and cruel at once,

ragged, torn, sublime,

brimming with African life,

alive in an African summer night.

3.

Zimbabwe, you are us,

Morocco is infused in our veins,

Nigeria lingers on our wet kisses,

Malawi, we are you.

4.

A continental mosaic,

the smells of Cairo,
and sounds of Dakar,
soaked in tastes of Addis,

mingle on my city’s streets.

5.

We are all, African.

‘They’ are not the other,

we are ‘them’, tossed in a communal pot,

sipping mampoer*,
and chowing pap and vleis*,

in my city,

my Jozi**,

your Jo’burg**,

our eGoli**

_____

* – a home-brewed drink, and a maize-meal porridge and meat.

** – all names refer to Johannesburg.


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Old Sof'town

Old Sof'town*

1.

In old Sof'town,
the jazz struck chords,

the jazz lived, it exploded,
out of the cramped homes,
rolling along the streets,
of old Kofifi,

in tune to countless blazing heartbeats.

In old Sof'town,
Bra' Hugh breathed music, Sis' Dolly too,
and Bra' Wally penned poems that still ring true.

In old Sof'town,
Father Trevor preached
equality and justice,
for all, black and white and brown,

and all shades, every hue,
even as oppression battered the people,
black & blue.

In old Sof'town,
the fires of resistance raged,

'we will not move' was the refrain,

even as the fascists tore down Sof'town,
with volleys of leaden rain.

In old Sof'town,
the people were herded,
like cattle,
sent to Meadowlands,
far away and cold and bleak,
as the seeds of resistance,
sprouted and flourished,
for the coming battle.

In old Sof'town,
the bulldozers razed homes,
splitting the flesh of a community apart,
only to raise a monument of shame,
and 'Triomf' was its ghastly name.

2.

In Jozi today,
we remember those days,
and those nights of pain,
that stung our souls.
like bleak winter rain.

Yes, we remember old Sof'town,
as we struggle onward,
to reclaim our deepest heritage,
and build anew,
a country of all hues and shades,
of black and of white and of brown.

And yes, we will always remember,

and yes, we will never forget,

the price that was paid,
by the valiant sons and daughters,
of old Sof'town,

those vibrant African shades and hues,

of black,
of white,
of brown.


* Sophiatown in Johannesburg, South Africa, was also called Sof'town and Kofifi.



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Fragments

Still is the heart
Fearful in it's beat
True desire does it know
Painful past, first must defeat

Safe does it feel
Others words do approve
How quickly we forget
From complacent removed

Hard fought the battle
Freedoms lessons do cost
Time waits for no one
Once gone, forever lost

In fragments have you lived
Scattered pieces here and there
Never seen, the whole picture
True potential – unaware

Thought have you often
Love enough, there must be
Correct have you been
Clouded vision, can not see

Want does the soul
Reconnection with love
Purpose reignited -
From fear rise above

Found is the strength
Different corner can you turn
In choice can you now
Create all, for which you yearn


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting

Oh when shall You come, 
To take away the strife, 
Of everyday life, 
Which causes great despair, 
We are awaiting for You to come, 
But it has been so long! 
How long shall we wait! 
Our enemies forsake us! 
We are moaning in sorrow! 
We need our Savior to come back! 
For without Him, 
ALL is lost, 
For without Him, 
there is great despair. 
- Inspired by Psalm 6 

Psalm 6  NIV 
O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger, 
or discipline me in your wrath. 
Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am faint. 
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are in agony. 
My soul is in anguish. 
How long, O Lord, how long?  
Turn, O Lord, and deliver me; 
save me because of your unfailing love. 
No on can remember you when he is dead. 
Who praises you in the grave?
I am worn out from groaning; 
All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. 
My eyes grow weak with sorrow; 
they fail because of all my foes. 
Away from me, all you who do evil, 
for the Lord has heard my weeping. 
The Lord has heard my cry for mercy; 
the Lord accepts my prayer. 
All my enemies will be ashamed and dismayed; 
they will turn back in sudden disgrace.


Details | Free verse | |

A Sinner I am Not

Closing my eyes
Feeling the moment
Listening
No thoughts distracting me
Surrendering
Setting my heart free
Reviewing, learning, growing
Releasing the blame and guilt, I harbour
Releasing the things, I once thought I could change
Recognising good or bad
Right or wrong 
A sinner I am not!
My mistakes, my greatest blessings
Living my life
Being human


Details | I do not know? | |

SSRI's and I

SSRI's and I ...


... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,

worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,

dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.


I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,

crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...







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I, a women who walks alone

A women who has walked alone.....Has now found her path back home...Her journey is now beginning...To help find others who have taken the paths she once knew....To bring knowledge and guidance to help see them through...To a place that brings them back to their own journey in life...Their own home... A place where God is present and their pains are healed through their calling... A path that has many blessings along the way.... Where the fruits of the labor are priceless.... Something that can not be valued in earthly terms...It's treasures are held in the heart and spirit for life after death...These are the treasures that will get you HOME.... (Shyne930)


Details | Free verse | |

Save Them

Can the world survive,
What is to come?
Maybe not.

We need our savior, 
Our hero,
Save us he ought.

Where will our world be?
When it all come down to the end,
Who will be alive, 
And who will be dead?

"He'll save us." 
They all said.
Yet  he did  not,
and we perished instead.

Where is our hero,
When we need him most?
He let me die,
And never came for me.

This was one of the times,
Where I would cry,
And fear what was to come.

Why did her save them,
And not the other few some?

I question it all now,
Did he really do much,
Or would we be better off dead?

I ask those questions,
The like, the such.

Please my hero,
Don't let me down again,
Don't fail me,
Especially when I need to smile,
And all I have is a frown.

When the whole world,
Looks to you,
Who do you save,
What to do?

Oh,
How I have wondered these things,
What will he do?

And I say that maybe he just gave up,
He cant do this anymore,
He was scared,
Of the way things have fared.

So this is what I do,
I go,
And search for people,
Who need him,
So he could know.

They I'll rise,
And think about back then,
I'll get my suit,
And go save them.

I can't let people die,
Not when there was something I could have done,
I am a hero,
I will fight till the flame is gone from the sun,
Fight for right and wrong.

I am The Hero,
The Heroine,
And this is where all my doubt, 
Their doubt,
Reaches the end of the line.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Friendship I

Silly things happen in the world today
    to make things all interesting while we grow.
Making smiles all day is work in a way
    being honest is always good even in tomorrow.

Kindness in the heart as always should
    it would be a way that every one can seek.
With strength of friendship could
    show people that being careless is weak.

Home in our own world we are to be
    so bold in our ways that we can be blinded.
We open our door to let people see
    but they come in with feelings that are two sided.

With hope and discipline we are better
    to take on the world with passion of glee.
With smiles, ideas, and courage as our letter
    it is our virtue that opens our ways and is a key.

Kicking and screaming with joy and laughter
    is a trait with a journey of faith that lives in the heart.
In other path we try to join we try to be softer
    to fit in with friends so we do not stay apart.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Wise Magician

Wise magician,
Change this agony from suspicion;
Cause hope to rise
In this journey long
Without reprise.
Redeem lessons unlearned
In journeys past
That now harass.
The cost so high;
The journey long.

Wisdom must be sought
In each battle fought;
Gold within redeemed in fire;
Rekindles lost desire
When surrender released
Transforms soft heart
From one of stone
No longer on the throne.

Wise magician requires toll,
Surrender all,
And seeks a grander plan,
Though turmoil at hand,
Causes faith to take a stand.


Details | I do not know? | |

Night

night falls
wounded by the days' plight

night consumes
all the hopeful fractured splinters of light

night recedes
into its desolate lair

night extinguishes
the roaring furnace of despair

night hides
from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel

night flees
leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel

night soars
breaking the chains of isolation

night rots
in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation

night devours
the travails of the day that has past

night mends
the wounds that once were doomed to last

night returns 
faithfully as the day must retire

night settles
the doomed voices that mutter and conspire
night consoles
the weary mind and the restless heart so torn
night placates
knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn

so

night freezes
all snapshots of the passing day

as

night embraces
the new while the old simply fades away


Details | I do not know? | |

Life and Mind Fights

As we follow life's rules but don't question why
I begin to feel so uneasy inside
We ignore the options we fail to see
But could I follow rules made up by me
I could create and make up my own history
You begin to realise your contradicting mind has a choice
But can you identfy who or what you are fighting for
This overload of thinking can grind you to the bone, deep to the core
Everything comes from inside you
Questioning what's right from wrong
What do you do now?
You can wait and pause... but for how long
So trust in yourself and don't fear what might go wrong.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Deluge

The Deluge.

finally the deluge

skipping in rhythmic heartbeats
the softly sprinkling rain

hums and lulls and cajoles and comforts
the weary evening
 
glistening leaves
on beaming trees
 
blades of grass shimmer
like rough diamonds strewn about
 
and settling in my heart
is the softly lilting touch
of peace
of truth
 
of the rain clearing away
the debris of this passing day
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Journey Girl

She floats like a spirit on a journey wild
She has been through many a trial
She's never lost hope when the chips were down
Always looking for the golden crown
Evolving soul in a world so dark
She finds the light , looking for the spark
So down to earth, yet so out of reach
In a world with little substance and belief
In the things that matter to this Angel in flight
Sorting through what's wrong and right
She's no stranger to the strongholds of the other side
And at times she wants to hide
But this floating Angel won't give into the fear
Because a Higher power draws her near
Every time she falls to the ground
In her heart she hears the sound
Of his voice elevating her to the place she is destined to be
When you look at her , you would say she's no different than you and me
But inside she is dying to be free
And because her heart is in the right place
God has saved her with his grace
One can only imagine wher she'll go from here
Faith based hope dries her tears
So she keeps searching as He refines her so
This floating spirit will never let go
Of her dream to change the world and do what's right
She has the battle scars on her soul that proves she's won the fight...She's Journey Girl


Details | I do not know? | |

For Dr Martin Luther King Jr

For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
 
You had a dream
of pastures of peace
where children of all hues mingled like rainbows
 
they silenced you, but your voice
resounds now in those pastures
not yet of peace
 
and your dream is still a dream
the dream you dreamt while others slept
 
you said that you’d been to the mountain-top
and they silenced your voice just then
before your eyes saw that promised land
of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures
not yet of peace
and yes, they silenced your voice
but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart
your spirit, like your dream
is mingled with the wind in all those pastures
not yet of peace
and until we give life to your dream
those pasture of peace
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
shall remain simply your dream
so as we remember you today
and pledge that those pastures of peace
are nourished first in each of us
for only then will your dream will take root
and blossom into our shared dream
and the view from the mountain-top,
radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem
 
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
 
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

contingency

should the coin flip,
the spade's ace be dealt,
the roulette ball drop,
the slots come up all 9's
- know my stance

i will not be ended
execution style, 
bowed to violence
praying for 
some wasted miracle

assassin, murderous hit
- look me in the face
- watch me - 
watch you kill me
a casing twitching at me

not that i think you'll 
change your way - or mind,
only that i may live on,
if only in your dreams

on face value that
may seem a tad harsh,
a bit vengeful, but no
it's the will to live
that makes it so

© Goode Guy 2013-01-11


Details | I do not know? | |

For Maya Angelou

For Dr Maya Angelou


Vanquished by the day one may be,
Beaten down by the barren night.
 
Faltering at times,
at times upright.
 
Still one stands.
One still fights.
 
For though one falls,
One must rise.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Journey So Fare

A Journey So Fare Your time is near to fly home We never imagined it would come so soon We can never know the exact moment of when Just as it will always be Some things I do know, and will share It was an incredible journey for sure Brothers who cared for you and taught a young boy how to be a man Brothers and a sister to help you heal from the loss of your mother Fatherhood brought much joy and sometimes pain, Love all the same A successful career and a loving wife A tight circle of friends More like family than friends People who love you, and those you love We all shared the path of life at one point or another Even now with the end so near We are with you as you come to the end of this journey We cannot come with you on the next one You take our hearts, and our prays as you begin it No fear in your heart No pain to feel You go in the best of hands On a journey most fare So with a soft kiss and a warm hug We wish you God speed Until we meet again And we will meet again On our own journey so fare For my Uncle Charlie with much love!


Details | I do not know? | |

On Crimson Petals

on crimson drenched petals

and scarlet folds

dew

like tears, like blood

clings to the delicate flower

withering in the breeze

like tears, like blood

falling, dripping

from eyes wounded at having seen too much

from a mind numbed into a solitary prison as such

like blood, like tears

flowing freely with nothing to hide

except the ache that lies coiled up tight inside

tears and blood

drowning the soul

in a torrential flood

of pain, of torn thoughts, of wasted moments entire

like tears, like blood

drowning, smothering

the will

and quelling all desire

like bloodied tears

trickling down

clipping at the being

with emotion-less shears

consuming the soul with countless fears

of today, and tomorrow, and the passing of the years

as the dew clings to the delicate petals, and intricate folds

of the crimson flower

drenched in scarlet, bloodied tears

knowing not what the future holds...


Details | Rhyme | |

A Most Beautiful Journey

In my many poems
Of a country so rare
Spare me a few minutes
As i take you there

We are Alba
The land of the Scots
Once we meet
We are forget me not

A nation so free
In this world we reside
Bravehearts
Oozing with pride

And the news of today
Confirms my write
For a train journey so beautiful
Has just been named, the worlds best sight

From Glasgow to Mallaig
Gorgeous lochs it does pass
On train journeys the world over
This is above first class

Over the Glenfinnan viaduct
Its the first of its kind
Made of modern concrete
It will blow your mind

The silver sands of Morar
Like gold dust in the mist
Whilst the Atlantic tides desire
They can't take, but they still persist

The train journey i talk about
In this land of mine
It runs from Glasgow to Mallaig
Its " The West Highland Line "

So my friends on the Soup
If you get the chance to travel
Visit my Braveheart land
And watch our beauty unravel




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php


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DRIVE

to be focus,
to conquer all.
no matter what is in the line,
to strive at all times.
to better tha imperfection;
no other solution,
than the one string in your face,
not dependent on being made.
mind set to finish,
not weak with limits.
perfect on just doing you;
not looking on anything,
but what you can do.
craving to take that risk,
for that one chance to go all out.
the measures of a win,
without loosing any of the passion.
no more insecurity of missing,
bottom line is towards the goal.
not giving up what you're made off;
the true test of a star,
without getting burned.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Journey

If you look for the rainbow after the storm you will find
That the struggle is because you were blind
But when the scales are lifted you will see
That even in the midst of the storm you are free
And the rays of light become more brilliant each day
It becomes clearer that this dark place is not where you will stay
For the plans He has for you are so beautiful and real
That nothing has the power over your soul to steal
The peace and joy that is worthy for you to receive
If you just look towards the light you will begin to believe
That only He has lifted you out of that dreadful place
He lifted you up with the power of His grace
So now your journey begins with a tiny ray of hope
But it’s all you need, to see the scope 
Of the real picture painted before your eyes
A work of art that can be seen only by the wise
And how wise you’ve become because of the test
 You must pass before you can rest
But once you fight that fight you are so much stronger than before
You even begin to welcome more
So you can be refined like a diamond in the rough
Oh Lord, this journey seems so tough 
But you keep on searching for the love He promises to pour out to you
The clouds are clearing the skies look blue
And the sun is shining, shining so brilliantly upon your soul
That you start to feel strong, you will not fold
You’ll continue the journey forevermore
 Because His love has brought you out of the storm and onto the shore
So you lay so still as you look at all the blessings found in the beauty of His gifts
And suddenly the darkness shifts 
To light and hope and strength and love
And you know in your heart this can only come from the one above


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Untitled VIII

I know U got another corner to bend
So I’m gonna tell U what I know
It’s my ear I’m about to lend
I’ll share my experiences with U
That I have lived along the way
From the bottom of the barrel 
To the bright sunshine’s rays
Just trying to help U
So U don’t fall and can see brighter days

So journey short, journey long
I can’t guarantee I will be there 
But for U I will stay strong
Just as long as U continue to fight for urself
Listen to others but don’t let it affect ur health
U’ll make it ur way
Ur reason
Ur rhyme
Weather or not U make it 
With a lot of money or a dime

U’ll still have a place here
No matter how long ure gone
Could be a day or year
Remember, this place ure always accepted
Never be turned away
No matter how humble of place I have to stay 
I’ll always here what U have to say
So if ure there and I’m here, if ure in trouble
U can always look this way


Details | Free verse | |

born to win

I was classed as a loser now let the story begin
Welcome to the loser that was born to win
Make it out of any storm I’m in
Come out as winner no matter what form I’m in 

I’ll go all the way in any tournament
 Knock me out, I’ll pick myself off the floor and grin
Have a lot of thoughts so I got a notepad to store them in
Then use poetry to help me fight whatever war I’m in

Winning is my only option
Most say it’s important that you take part
I learnt that sinning isn’t a problem
Because you can’t take spirit or erase heart

I used to run just to finish the race
Then I started to believe I could win the marathon
Heading for first place
I know the road I’m travelling

Never got a card from my family on my birthday
And I found it embarrassing
Some things come in the worst way
But most my childhood was disparaging

Embarrassed but wouldn’t let them see my face red
Bullied at school but was forced to go
I used to believe what they said
I was stupid I know

But I survived it all 
Look at me now
I learnt to stand up tall
So they can no longer bring me down

I was lost with no hope
Make it out of any storm I’m in
A few situations should have left me unable to cope
But I know I’m born to win 


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End of the Rain

I will not regret the things that I have done
I will always cherish the memories hard won
Of our time spent together, however breif
Forever treasuring the smiles and laughter, the tears and the grief
I will look back one day with a secretive smirk
And maybe by then I will have forgiven you, you jerk

I realise now friends we could never have remained
I wish you happiness but with a shot of pain
I hope that you feel and will always remember
That trust and pain sometimes go in hand together
For to trust in another and earn their trust in turn
There is always the chance that one or both will be burned

We are all living through our own issues and fears
We can not make it all alone, we can not always stop the tears
I choose to move on. Forgive and forget
I wish not to hold anger and wish not to regret
I will always remember the fun and the pain
With a smile on my face as an end to the rain.


Details | Free verse | |

The Visit

11:21 PM 9/27/01                         The Visit

I sit in splendor amongst the sun
Of an afternoon sky

Surrounded
I look below to see the stones
Skyward proud they stand

Some I know, most imagined
All the quieter now

Deer travel the fringes here
Off to the East a bit
Never to offend these resting souls
Passersby in life

In a moment of silence I sit......
Remembering 
How precious life can be

How voices no longer heard
Can resound within the soul
Lighten the sky in brilliance
Form clouds in shapes of love

Me in the afternoon sun
And you in my beating heart

A reflection of the day










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Lost Echoes

by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Mon May 09, 2011 11:08 pm 

Lost Echoes 

  

Sun's rays were failing fast on the mountain slope 

Tired ,lost and just about to give up any hope 

Far below rings the clanging of 'Ole Bess's cowbell 

Retracing my steps again what the hell! 

  

Faster and faster I race towards that soul saving sound 

Tough going over this rugged ,rocky cold ground 

At last found an old well worn  familiar path 

Relief from the mountain's freezing winter's wrath 

  

Another few hundred yards ahead safety at last 

Final echoes of Bess's cowbell fly on past 

Lost but saved , home is now in plain sight 

Window's light glows ever so beautifully bright 

  

Now to find 'ole Bess to give my eternal thanks 

Over there she lays on the pond's muddy banks 

Stiff as a board , many many  hours since dead 

Echoes of cowbells ringing in my awestruck head!--Z.  Tyr

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Poem based upon a real experience I had over 40 years ago.


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TRUE GRACE

given and shared by many,
valued by the wise.
bound by no one,
except but by power of God.
founded with true mercy and humility,
grounded on faith.
free with no payment,
blessings with no attachment.
proof of the holy spirit:
true works of hope,
through our daily lives,
many are unaware of it's knowledge,
left to claim for the deserving:
lifetime spent seeking.
few are grateful.
missed by so many,
used rightly by just a handful,
you can never take advantage of.
handy in case of  emergency.


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Creative Bandages

Be your own explorer and see for yourself. 
There's lessons in all the world. 
In each blade of grass, and each flower petal. 
Flying off the tail of your coat, 
Hiding creative bandages. 
Papers full of words of life. 
Packing out your dingy jacket.
And money is no object. 
Life is so short and is so briefly lived. 
That your out for living, trying to help,
And dying in the end. 
Because your dreams were larger 
Than yourself or even others. 
You tried to save the world. 
But it's flying off the tail of your coat. 
As your riding into the sunset, 
Hiding creative bandages.
Like papers floating in the sea. 
You sail away. As your journey lives on. 
On to the next person who needs our help. 
On to the next person who's soul is gone. 
Love is like the open ocean. 
Your a drop of water in it's hand. 
But someday, your journey, will end. 
You'll find some sort of resolution. 
Maybe, a pen in your hand. 
And finally, return home. 
You'll Leave the world, 
Flying off the tail of your coat. 
Hiding creative bandages. 
That you've kept threw land and sea. 
You've learned so much, throughout the years. 
So drop it out into the world. 
Your collection of creative bandages. 
You'll show for all of them to see. 
So Your journey may be said and done. 
But you'll always have your dreams. 
And those creative bandages. 
That you pray will save the world.


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Journey

echoed voices, thoughts, perceptions,
of everyone elses logical guesses,
God's love speaking word filters the heart,
and places us in spirit, we're never truly apart,
faith can stand strong without perception to see,
because HIS love overpowers what our eyes think we see,
in a world where sometimes opposites can truly look the same,
just journeyed through the heart in a different way.


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i am here

I speak for many
But not for all 
He was a military veteran
Awaiting a September fall
I put my song in your heart
My heart is your song
Until I crawl beaten
Back into your womb
Days they seem to stretch
For how long
Could I have been wrong
For how long

As I journey 
Through my darkest days 
Of sunshine
Nothing but cold winters 
On my mind 

Enlighten the darkest killer
I died of amnesia 
I don’t want to pray anymore
A forgotten ritual
Seen too many have-nots
Plastered to heavens doors
Remember me
For I shall not return
Remember me
A beggar at arms
Mother’s last scar 
Lost his soul
Seen it slither homeless
As I tempt passion
This cognac in a jar

Journey through 
The darkest sunshine
Nothing but cold winters
On my mind

Seventy-two on clear sheets
Father where can your savior be
Are you comfortably numb
Or numb and can’t find comfort
Living off the hand of a locust
An honest man attempting
To stay focused when hurt
Turnover and sleep
The piano speaks to me  
Violin creeping down my spine
Nothing but cold winters on my mind
As I journey through the darkest sunshine


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Wise Journey Long

Wise journey long;
Settle my soul
When life takes its toll.
What trials bring
will make my heart sing
when healing is released.

Wise journey long,
Settle my soul;
Deep places within.
Wisdom brings deep peace
Bought with scars along the way
Now healed, transformed to gold
When I am old,
For wise hearts know
The cost high
Of days gone by,
Now allow wise gifts released
 	to those who seek its prize.

Wise journey long
For wise hearts belong;
Its treasure to be won
	with perseverance by each one.
Seek its prize in journey long.
Disappointment finds its wings
with steadfast purpose
Promises hearts to sing.
Pursue deep joy only to be found
on journey long.


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OLD BLOCK NEW BLOCK

you know this is so
came out the getto
where was down low
now i shop
for a better friend lot
not the old block
iITS ANEW BLOCK


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Many Gifts

mentally exempting ourselves from the many gifts given,
God can give us multiple gifts for multiple reasons,
one in HIS season may be more active than the other,
but for us not to discard the usage of one for the other,
chosen by God, not chosen by man,
all for HIS glory, and HIS love at hand.


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Undefined

Starting from scratch has never felt so Good
I’ve been from the Burbs and now my life’s the Hood
Blessed needless to say- this journey has been one for the Record
I’ve been pushed/ pulled/ torn but not Broken
Im taking lifes trials and tribulations as a Golden Token
I’ll allow the things I go through in life to make me Better
If that means I have to go through the storm to get to pleasant Weather
I’ve learned to let go which is the hardest thing I’ve had to Do
But I owe my life to God,  not the family or even to You
I am a woman with newly discovered Worth
This journey I’ve taken has been filled with so much Hope
The light of Life is now burning so Bright
Took a lifetime of trials for me to get it Right
Now I have God on my side and my Strength is Greater


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HOMEBOUND WAYFARER

There begins here in timeless now:
Love steers good cheer... being endows!

There is a tale that conceals truth;
Beyond this veil, ample with proof.

There is a void clearer than most:
A nameless void that transcends boast.

There is feeling where no words touch;
No explaining can cover much!

There is a blur that knows all stuff:
All-knowing blur that shapes all stuff.

There is a voice that speaks so soft...
If I by choice heed what's aloft?

There is a sense of knowing, still...
Beyond all tense, a divine will.

There is a song: strains of beauty
Where truth speaks strong in ecstasy.

There is a place: beyond, within...
Where time and space collapse, unseen!

There is a smell fragrant with peace
Beyond mind's spell: love floods all ease.

There is a scent fragrant and grand
That heaven sends to ease ascend.

There is a sound: eternal, true
That hints and grounds, and calls to you.

There is a glimpse where stillness peeps:
Void beyond dreams... deeper than deep.

There is a pulse beyond this rhyme
Where no impulse can match each chime.

There is a gap where sleepers know
That strange sure map that knowing knows!

There is a time, timeless not frail
Where pulse and rhyme can't walk the trail.

There is non-sense that contains all --
All save pretense; where ego falls.

There is a naught that contains each
Yet void or naught that's hard to reach!

There is no-thing that holds all stuff
In change and fling, more than enough!

There is a place beyond this face
Of worldly pace, beyond all space.

There is a fount cascading all:
Where plain and mount change, falter, fall.

Here wayfarer, now homeward bound:
Be true seeker, watch what comes round!

Here light-bearer, set your true sights:
Know wayfarer, witness the light!

There is a bliss: no body-mind...
Not that, not this! Here love designs.

Follow your heart, let mind be calm;
Let soul impart true hymn and psalm.

Follow your feel, in-sync with soul;
Love comes to heal, to make you whole.

Be bold, be brave, be true to you;
Be seer, be knave, be simply you!


Leon Enriquez
28 Feb 2014
Singapore


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Vacuum

Callously discarding,

talismans of heart and soul,

hastily scorching all bridges,

in a supernova burying me whole,

retreating into emptiness,

no salvation to be found,

sins too many to absolve,

drowning, in a freshly
dug hole in the cold ground.

Hollow, empty, barren desolation closes in,

asphyxiating me,

within the walls of my dismal room,

sinking into the abyss,

disappearing, fading, lost forever,

inside an emotionless,

vacuum


Details | I do not know? | |

A moment

Be with me for a moment
So in that moment, 
 I can bloom like the flowers in spring
so with the stare in your eyes, I can build bridges
that reach all the stars in the sky
be with me for a moment
So in that moment with you, 
I can renew a breath and begin a journey
a journey to the ends of the green pastures of fantasies, 
to the gates of cities of impossible wishes, 
A journey that intertwines with the passing of the stars, 
and passes through the fields of  memories.
be with me for a moment
So I can open a window to the garden of your eyes
So I can write a song, a story, a poem, from your mere presence, 
A song the color of the rain, the green of the forest, The blue of the ocean, 
A story the color, and smell of love stories from across the world
so that because of you, from this moment till forever
I can soar from the ground, above the clouds
be with me for a moment.


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THE JOURNEY BY NIGHT TRAIN

The journey by night train

Resembles journey to other world.

Strangers sitting before with inscrutabe

expressions on their face,

Dim-lit compartments,f

requent halts at

Grotesque stations with hawkers selling

unfamiliar things and yelling in alien

dialect

train running whisling through darkness like enormous anaconda hissing

through turbid waters of dark sea 

a cup of coffee at

uncouth stall of mofussil town of an obscure

district with stimulating taste-

Smile of tribal girl selling apples like 

smile of a wild flower 

changes your equations

of beauty. 

The journey by train at night

is an excursion to the unexplored treasure

of wonderous life..



      
    
  
 
   

 
 


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Loves door

The timing was perfect
The planets were aligned
No doubt us meeting
Was to a design
When our eyes first met
It was more than a spark
For the fire of desire
Could have lit up a park
Though few words were spoken
Deep down I knew
The journey of my life
Was a journey to you
All things that had been
They could be no more
For everything must change
When you open loves door


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We Shall Always be Many More

We Shall Always be Many More
(For the dispossessed of this world)
 
we shall always be many more
we who roast in your designer factories
our brows dripping with our salty sweat
we who may forgive but shall never forget
 
we shall always be many more
we who reek of cheap moonshine
we who stagger and often stumble
we whose stomachs never cease to rumble
 
we shall always be many more
we who polish your fine bone china
we whose pay gets docked if one cup is chipped
we who fight your wars, and off to battle get shipped
 
we shall always be many more
we who clean up after your pretty children
we whose kids are hungry, naked and get swept
into the bowels of desolation, as mothers’ tears are wept
 
we shall always be many more
we who do your dirty work each day
we who you treat like vermin, foul and rotten
we whose trampled dignity is always forgotten
 
we shall always be many more
we who will rise up and seize the light of hope
and reclaim what is ours for our daughters and sons
though we will always be in the cross-hairs of your guns
 
we shall always be many more
and there shall be many more of us still to come
to rid you of your smug arrogance and endless greed
for we too have children whom we have to feed
 
we shall always be many more
‘and the meek shall inherit the earth’
or something like that though we no longer care
for we shall rise up one day to demand our rightful share
 
we shall always be many more...


(With thanks to Ken Loach’s movie ‘Land & Freedom’)


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Never-Never Land

I stare out into this huge blue Sea,
And the waves, well, they just carry me.
My mind drifts so far away,
Because the Ocean is where I lay!
I’m off to never-never land once again,
So take my hand and let this journey begin!
I listen carefully to the Oceans roar,
The waves, well they just help me soar.
My mind relaxes with my day,
Because the Ocean is where I always lay!
I’m off to never-never land on a hunch for so much more,
So take my hand and let’s find new places we can both explore!
I can see blue water with big fluffy white rolls,
Waves, well they just capture my entire soul.
My mind just helpless with my day,
Well, it is the Ocean where I lay!
Off in never-never land I can always see,
A gigantic Ocean covering over me!
Far away in never-never land near the Ocean is where I always lay.
Lifeless in the sand is where I’ll always be.
So take my hand and be lifeless with me in the sand.
Together, just you and me on our journey to never-never land,
Just lifeless in the sand, together you and I and always we’ll be hand in hand!



© Copyright: 1997  Ann Rich


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The Prophetic Journey

as a pastoral leader your journey can be prophetic or pathetic in life
either you accept or reject the true mission as a servant of Jesus Christ
if you allow people to pull the strings that can compromise you
you'll be a pathetic leader in everything you attempt to do
you'll be pimped by special interest groups and used by many others
you'll be more of a hindrance than a help to your fellow sisters and brothers
but to be a prophetic pastor in whatever you do or say
you must make the people aware of what is truly God's way
to shake them up, to wake them up and take them out of their comfort zone
to move them beyond the walls of the church 
and show them the true power of the heavenly throne
just be careful and cautious of some of those smiling faces around you
the back stabbers and betrayers who want to disgrace and replace you

to be prophetic as a leader on your journey of ministry
go out into the neighborhoods to help the hopeless, homeless and hungry
and then all the power that you'll need will come from the Lord God
an anointing He will give you that will be perfect from the heart

He's anointed you and now appointed you with a disciple's role
It was for no other reason except that to Him you surrendered control
you understood from the start that this mission wasn't just about you
you were submissive to what is was that God desired you to do
and in spite of all your flaws and all your imperfections
God knew that your ministry would not be one of derilection

He assigned you a mission to go forth and spread His word
to make disciples of everyone that you encounter in this world
He gave you the means, a sound mind and the power
to go up against the evil at any given hour
He instructed you to go empty-handed and step out on faith
and trust in Him to provide all your needs on this journey you will take

anointed, appointed, assigned and now it's time to announce your mission
to tell the true gospel of Christ by taking on the Great Commission
and if you come across anyone who is not of reception
shake the dust off your feet as you leave as a testimony to their rejection
on a prophetic journey as a disciple and pastor in your life
let your journey be a mission that's a true reflection of Jesus Christ


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The Pinnacle

He steadily climbed the mountain,
though he slid and slipped, but safely
held by the climbing ropes. "Where can I get
the pinnacle of joy?" he asked, his soul really disturbed.

There was a local legend that the mountain had a pinnacle of joy;
if anyone touched it, joy would be absorbed right into the soul!

The mountain top he reached, saw the pinnacle, touched it, but 
he remained the same as he was before; memories of recent divorce,
retrenchment, and loss in a bet were still haunting him. That's the moment
he realized that the pinnacle wasn't in a mountain or any mountain, but in his mind...


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Creating Our Pilgrimage

the earth turns
our journey begins
crying out
our breath speaks
pushing through
high and low tide
we begin our pilgrimage
holding hands
with the sun the moon and the stars
we create our life and our death

moment by moment
life reveals itself
childhood innocence peels away
standing there naked and vulnerable
accepting the inevitable
we fulfill our dreams
we experience pain
we listen to our hearts
creating an energy
that is simply divine

the journey continues
we transfer our weight
from one foot to another
we press into the earth
creating our imprints
we multiply our steps
exploring new territory
we gather strength
gaining wisdom
from all our endeavors

with time
our feet no linger
burn or blister
our steps are more graceful
somewhat lighter
we feel the earth
in between our toes
resting within the spaces
we place our prints
with a gentle ease

finally motionless
our reflected imprints 
paint our pattern
across the open sky
with divine radiance
the rainbow holds our tired hands
lifting our weary feet
gracefully the power of the almighty
pulls the energy of our being
forever to the other side


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SORE FEET

no money honey
so we walk and talk
it was for few miles
we sit for awhile 
as we reach out gold
i had to unload
down underneat
i got
SORE FEET


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ALL DAY LUNCH

eat to our beat
its a treat
come in bring a friend
or come in a bunch
HERE'S
ALL DAY LUNCH


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Memoirs of Pope John Paul II

He gave me a strong impact,
with his gift for immemorial gestures;
he embraced the sick and handicapped
he kissed the soil of the nation on his first vist.

As an occupant of the Chair of St Peter,
he brought the world, a message to everyone
his defense for the poor, a substance to carry on
as a church in her journey across cultures.

The awesome volume of his writings,
reveal the kind of pope he was
as a theologian suffused with faith;
as a philosopher endowed with reason.

In his very person, he was charismatic
as a teacher and defender of faith, 
he set new directions, left a legacy
and continued the Roman Curia, multicultural.

On themes expounded in his documents,
speeches, homilies and reflections,
he brought the Gospel vis-a-vis the Magisterium
in all spheres that concern contemporary life.

As the first non-Italian pope in 455 years,
since the Netherlander Hadrian VI in 1552
and ever since his election to papacy,
by any measure, he’s a man for all seasons.

Albeit, he’d his disappointments,
his own share of sorrows over clergy in misbehavior –
the scandal of sexual abuse, particularly in this nation,
he remained firm and prayerful as a leader.

In spite of his frailty, Parkinson’s disease and other ailments
he continued his journey with deep faith and sacrifice.
his interreligious relations made a difference,
he visited mosques, synagogues and convened those other leaders.

He canonized saints more than 470  of them,
he beatified more than a thousand men and women.
such a milestone in the life of our Catholicism,
the call to holiness woven in discipleship.

He impressed believers of every faith
with his greatness in many ways;
like one of his favorite phrases, 
quoting what St Augustine once said,
“Vobis sum episcopus, vobiscum christianus,” 
he celebrated life, helped shape Christendom
with analyses of countless human lives.


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Branches

Friend, before life moves us to the parting ways
Let wisdom tell from rend of heart its lessons old
That you may take your journey springing praise
And mend with gladness dream and mirrored fold
               One road invites the universe of man to dawn
               The place we left in awe of sword and flash of fire
               Stumbling from purpose and lapping dew for ire
               Making the circle of return to the cradle of the fawn

It's two things the oracle challenges us to know
Where the road diverges into many different paths
What vision shapes the skill that need will show
To meet the tests that sever self from it thoughts
               And lift the eagle to the pinnacle of brimming star
               And say to soul you are worth more than you seem
               In any dissection of the flesh or weighing of dream
               The mantle is mask that pretends not who we are.

What if one branching path a wide lake must cross
What if another a snow-capped cliff must clamber o'er
And still the next has serpents slithering in the grass
And one stretch endless like miles of a sandy shore
               Shall the swimmer charm the serpents, swim
               The sands, and climb the mirror face of ice
               Against a different purpose will his dream suffice
               Or all mismatched paths not a meet a fate still grim?

O too many on the wrong path are embarked, too few
Their purpose know before the journey begins
The shipwreck on deserts straddle the sense as clue
Ignored ... self-blinded race, drowning in our sins
               He who foreknew us predestined purpose too
               Each tree is seeded after its kind, each man can
               Achieve only what is set in the primordial plan
               The broad way is littered with much too much to rue.

What use is choice unless some context tell the aim
For once and only once we choose the path to good
And joy, the river does not return, the sea is the same
Only at the rapids end. Not what I would, but what I should
               Is all I need to know. It's not the prize but the race
               We run is what we are destined for. Go now, friend
               And wing the light and for mist of truth contend
               The swift may run, but the wise the victory taste.


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I'm On A Journey

Chorus:  I’m on a journey for the Lord.
I’m on a journey for the Lord.
I’m on a journey for the Lord.
I’m on a journey for the Lord.

VI.	I may stumble, I may fall, but I’ll be humble through it all.  I’m on a journey for 
the Lord, I’m on a journey for the Lord.

VII.	When I’m lost He’s by my side.  When I’m down He lifts me up.  I’m on a journey 
for the Lord, everyday and every night.


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Elaine

My Inspiration is from a close friend who is a single mother raising her kids with 
her faith in GOD. 



ON AUGUST 29,1966 GOD GAVE LIFE TO A LITTLE GIRL NAMED J.Elaine A., AS 
SHE WOULD GROW GOD HAD PLANNED OUT HER LIFE,EVERY MOVE 
WOULD BE HER STEPS TO LEARNING, SOME STEPS WOULD BE GREAT 
OTHERS SAD,SOME EASY WHILE OTHERS WOULD MAKE HER FALL,BUT NO 
MATTER WHAT THRU HER FAITH AND HER LOVE FOR HER FATHER GOD 
SHE WOULD STAND UP BRUSH HERSELF OFF AND CONTINUE HER 
JOURNEY AS SHE GREW OLDER THE STEPS BECAME FURTHER APART THE 
LIFE,RELATIONSHIPS,AND LOVE NOW HAVE TWIST AND TURNS BUT FROM 
THIS JOURNEY BLOOMED FOUR ROSES THREE PINK,ONE BLUE,GOD HAD 
BRITHED THRU HER HIS KIDS FOR HER TO TEACH ALL THAT SHE HAS 
LEARNED AND WILL CONTINUE TO LEARN,AS SHE WALKS FORWARD ON 
THIS JOURNEY LOCKING AWAY IN HER MIND THE MEMOIRS OF HER PAST 
HER JOURNEY IS ROUGH AT TIMES BUT THE ROADS ARE NOT AS BAD AS 
THEY ONCE WERE OCCASIONALLY THERE ARE SPEEDBUMPS TO TELL HER 
TO SLOW DOWN AND SEE ALL THE THINGS THAT HAVE BEEN 
ACCOMPLISHED TO RELAX AT TIMES AND TAKE IN ALL THAT GOD HAS GIVEN 
YOU.


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…End of the road ?



As I emerged from my outlet,
I stood by the roadside,
to embark on a journey.
A journey from my close.
A journey to the highway.
I passed through the streets,
i meandered the corners. Then..,
i found my self a way.
A way to junction.
To the right or left?
I got an avenue to bridge the gap.
A little to the right?. A little to the left?.
Which way forward?. I approached a zebra...,
to cross the road.
A zebra led me to a storm, then,
i beckoned on my destination.
Approaching my destination,
i saw a tarmac. I saw the terminal.
Across the port. Then i wondered. 
Is this, the end of the road?


Details | I do not know? | |

Emotions With In Love

It's the joy in one's  mind that makes me stay 
The wonderful whispers as to what they say 
Love blows through the air passing me by 
The hunger of one's thoughts the passion in one's mind 
The pain in sorrow which happiness descends 
The love,hate,hunger and anger begins to blend 
I grow and mold into someone 
As I continue my journey of emotions for the one I love 
My journey of emotions keep moving along 
I must hold on to hope and keep love strong 
For the love in which I know exist 
Can only be taken if never given 
I am in search of love 
But longing for the real thing not one thats made up


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Through the Eyes of a Whale

The journey of me
Your about to read
Migration of we
To rich grounds to feed
 
Vast waters
Gifted of blue
Humpback and right
My cousins true
 
In hunger dive
After giant squid
To the darken deep
On our sonar grid
 
Feasted, fed
Shadows appear
Orca pod
Our calves i fear
 
We adults encircle
To protect the young
Flick of our tail flukes
Orca's, in wave like flung
 
Danger over
Migration on track
To my left
An awesome humpback
 
We swim together
Grand beasts of the sea
Species of ilk
In total agree
 
Our sonar detects
That the water were in
For the many months
Of journey swim
 
For one third of a year
In our holiday home
Me and my cousins
Our freedom to roam



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php


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A Journey From The Past

Loved ones come and go, dreams are born again. 
In some way or another The Past seems to always rise again. 

One moment you are happy the next you are drawn to tears, 
Some days the sadness overwhelms us, and we stand down and drown down 
the years. 

Most would wish that moments that bring us sadness should never come again, 
I don't think they realize what we've been taught in the end. 

A mother who's yelled at her child for some wrong he has done, feels bad that 
she has hurt him and knows that time will right her wrong. 
But in that time of anger she reflects and she feels, and she knows that she has 
wronged him and hopes his wombs will heal. 

All of us have a moment that we would not live again, 
but in someway or another we've learned to survive and live again. 

We make a journey everyday from the past to the present. 
We build our life from memories that would not be if not for the past. 

So, keep in my mind when you dwell on the past what you have left behind. 
And remember to thank yourself as well as those whom you long ago left behind. 

The journey is never over, we are always reliving the past. 
Just be grateful for the moments you have and always treasure the past. 



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Wounded Wings and Memories

We Often find new friends and some we leave behind in the journey of life but in the
memories we find the comfort of past-present-future.


So the journey began with joy and
anticipation no real direction.
Just lifted along the way by
heavenly messengers of wings.

Learning how to flow in the
divine purpose of the master's plan.
Friends I gathered along the way,
always there to pick me up.

Memories are stored away,
warming my heart and soul.
Departures often give way,
I find even on wounded wings,
friends from long ago.

Still in memory, lift me on once more.


Details | I do not know? | |

Journey

Within all of us is a wild adventure.
Deep inside our hearts is a journey,
Waiting to be found, to be followed.
A journey to the truth, listen and you’ll see.
The truth is there, what you really need.
Search for your destiny, for your love,
For a new life that awaits you.
Life is what you make it, yet is it also what you don’t.
True not all things are fair, but keep looking.
Someday, somewhere, the journey will be found.
Until then, the search continues on.
The heart is left wondering, hoping, anticipating!


Details | I do not know? | |

Drifting

Drifting


drifting alone in the throng
sifting torn yesterdays
thoughts weave
ever searching
to belong


Details | I do not know? | |

beginning to end

Our journey begins
after leaving the womb
Into a world of wonder
with much to consume
Choices to be made
some will be right, some will be wrong
From each will come a lesson learned
Which can help you become strong
Setting for yourself some morals
with  a personality all your own
Continuing on forward
not knowing where you're going
Making the best out of
everything it is you've got
Using the wisdom
which you have been taught
For when your journey ends
etched in stone your name will be
Upon a grave for all to go
In loving memory


Details | Ballad | |

EAGLE FLIGHT

cascading light 
washing over me 
on sunlit wings 

fierce golden glow 
feather edged sundancer 

sun light in your heart 

goose pimples of pleasure 
sun trickling drops of pure gold light 
dapple on me 

sunbreathing,basking sunshine 
golden wings soar 
rush of warm wind, 
blinding white light 

blue silence 
calm of mind 
flex of golden wing 
on sunlit clouds of white 

pure joy of golden light 
pure joy golden flight 

feather of mind 
feather of heart 

sunlit heart 

breathe me 
soft golden journey 
my journey 
your journey 


Details | Narrative | |

SUN POEM

cascading light 
washing over me 
on sunlit wings 

fierce golden glow 
feather edged sundancer 

sun light in your heart 

goose pimples of pleasure 
sun trickling drops of pure gold light 
dapple on me 

sunbreathing,basking sunshine 
golden wings soar 
rush of warm wind, 
blinding white light 

blue silence 
calm of mind 
flex of golden wing 
on sunlit clouds of white 

pure joy of golden light 
pure joy golden flight 

feather of mind 
feather of heart 

sunlit heart 

breathe me 
soft golden journey 
my journey 
your journey 


Details | Free verse | |

Step out side.

You can see endless thoughts in there eyes,
a smile to hide such pain in side,
a jilted lover a burdens remain,
unwilling to open up and confide,

Spending their time playing a part,
unable to see the beauty of life,
worried that some one might know,
or see the hurt that cut like a knife,

Life's journey has many roads,
up hill battles even dark ghosts,
and as many judge some don't ,
many have drank the wine of life's toast,

Change is always at hand,
good or bad it's to adjust,
to right a wrong or keep pace,
we do it for life's lust,

look around and behold,
what you want you need to work for,
what hurts you need to change,
it is your journey now open the door.