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Details | Acrostic | |

a mothers love

on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith 
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you 
as your thoughts become known 
only then your age is shown


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After the fall

Quite frankly, I don't remember at all
You see I was quite young when I took my first fall.
Don't know which parent was there to catch me
Or how hard the decision was to stand back and let me. 
Did I topple forward or backward, or who made the call. 
And who scooped me up crying
After the fall.
I can't remember the joy of first letting go
And taking that step without holding on. 
Groping my way forward
Leaning against the wall
I got back up 
After the fall.
As the Earth spun the years flew by so fast
At 17 I finally knew everything at last!!
Unexpectedly, I fell once again,
Head over heels this time 
And out on a limb.
I was so sure of that bet
I gambled it all
Heart bruised abused and then broken
After that fall.
And then I broke my own promise 
To not love again.
Hungry for life
I gambled to win.
Life is a theatre of first steps first 
A one act play with no time to rehearse.
Co starring in roles
Cast without planning.
"Never more" echoes 
The raven still chanting.
Undaunted unwilling
To let darkness win all
Trusting Father to be there
After the fall.
Then the day came
When I had a son
To let him learn the word hot And hope he'd not run,
Would he still love me
Or trust me at all
When I pulled my hand back
And allowed him to fall?
And knowing I'd be there again
To help him to stand
And knowing he might never walk
If I didn't let go of his hand
And hoping he didn't revert back to a crawl
When I let go of his hand
And allowed him to fall.
As the earth kept on turning
My heart kept yearning
My son now a man
Living and learning.
He hasn't held my hand now in a very long time
The cats in the cradle slowly plays in the back of my mind.
I looked in the mirror today
And noticed my dad.
And remembered a talk that we'd never had.
Remembering how he seemed towering and tall 
And was there every time 
After each fall.
I lose my balance these days now and again
My steps aren't as sure
As they once might have been. 
In the winter of life now
I feel so small
And wonder who'll catch me
If I take a fall. 
I suppose I'll just have to trust Father
With both great things and small 
To pick me up on the other side
When I take my last fall.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

2Cor120

It came to me one night, a dream
An idea, a thought, a better way
Is this all there is, this life I have
To wake and live another day

Exist just like a cloud, or shrub
To eat and sleep, work and play
Go here and there, do this, do that
Wait for Friday, bills to pay

The hairs are counted on our heads
Our bones will see decay
But the spirit will live on
Past when we’re old and grey

A plan, a purpose, his promises pure
I trust his word and pray
I know that my Redeemer lives
The truth, the life, the way


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

acceptance

   Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time
the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died
no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time
unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died
I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry
yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing 
Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry
no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman  thrown like an old shoe
marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul
 to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this
If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order


Details | I do not know? | |

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


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Infinite Energy S

Get on your bike and get out of my face it smells of fish and oil on the beach this peachy day cape on my shoulders to fly away up with the seagulls I sh*t on your face Now that the body has been properly buried full of the scars from the wars do I carry I cannot believe you all find me scary I skip full of spirit for despite this I'm still merry For on this day God smiled on me gave me the sign to renew my belief and with his presence I shall achieve an eternal life filled by my infinite energy (S).


Details | Free verse | |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.


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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


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Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Tell Me oh Wise One

He told me when he was young and spry,
that life was a destination,
so he let the days fly by.
He now tells me, while forgetful and old,
that I shouldn't have listened to him.
"I was a fool not to take it slow."
Well today I'm standing somewhere in between,
perched on a totem pole,
tell me which way should I lean?
After all that's all I've ever done
was ask you, oh great and wise one.
Should I walk? Should I talk?
Should I do this? Should I do that?
Well gee, I can't hardly take a breath
to simply hang up my hat.
In the words of the great Toby Keith, "What about me?"
If all I ever I do is take advice how will I ever achieve true victory?
I shall leave it all behind in search of a reflection,
so that I may see things uncensored
in light of our glorious sun.
Once found, I will scream with all my might,
"What must I do? Tell me, oh wise one!
Surely you if not anyone else must know
how to blow my worries away."
Nothing but stark silence followed
my great outpouring.
But that lack of sound was my therapy
where no voices lead me astray.
Nothing but the presence of God
in the still of morning.


Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Free verse | |

The Magik Of Love

Reflections in the mirror were getting scary I could not carry the weight of my pain it almost took my life to learn to love again for I have made a friend somewhere along my long lost way I hope that I helped him just a fraction of how he helped me maybe that single thought is what finally gave me my peace enough to release so much stolen energy Now I am not afraid to walk where the streets are hot for I thrive in Hell's kitchen where the devil stirs my pot for I now have him quiet tame I sacrificed my dragons at the alter of my name and now you are my slaves any time I need I'll call upon my superhero's to come and rescue me like my Saint Toni who swept me off that bridge and showed my how a death can be the greatest reason to live for she was the seed to grow my Eden then a man from a foreign land gave me something in myself to believe in the magik of Love.


Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


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Am I Really Happy

Am I Really Happy?

With everything I’ve acquired and got...
What kind of happiness has it brought?

With everything I have or can name...
Has it given me joy or brought me shame?

With all that this world can give me…
What kind of life “lies beneath me?”

With all of my possessions and wealth…
Do I have contentment and “true” wealth?

I want it to be known and wish to express…
I’m not so sure, I’m what you would call “blessed.”

There’s something I know to be certain.
Tomorrow could be life’s “final curtain.”

There’s something that’s been on my mind.
Have I given God just some of “my” time?

There’s one thing I’m going to do… And do it now!
I’m going to come to the Lord and humbly bow.

This is something I need to say and do...
Give it all to God!  And tell him;
 “I LOVE YOU!”

Something that I should have done already...
When Christ comes again…  I want to be ready!

God’s joy and happiness is true and very real!
The presence of God..,   I can already feel!

What God has given to me, no one can take away!
For he comforts me and is with me every day!

By Jim Pemberton   


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Know Me

Know me not as a delicate flower, but as a strong tree with deep roots of faith.
Know me not as a small fragile princess, but as a mighty warrior queen.
Know me not as a flatterer, but as a noble weaver of words.
Know me not for the small girl I am, but for the strong woman in God I will become.
 ~Know me by this, for this is me!


Details | Free verse | |

Running Into The End Of Time

Running from the end of time just me, my thoughts, my voice and I now turn, in paralysis, by fear to see whats under that dark figure what I saw, Words can never define I stood there wided eyed, jaw dropped in awe at the end of time just as the sudden, terminal sun dying from the same cancer in everyone the great lord, so sick of his design now comes in full vengence into the end of time...


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Logic's Song

          I once saw an old man with hair 
          the color of snow and in his hand,
          He held two circulates of gold.

          I asked the man what the rings
          were for.
          One, He said, is for the Young
          and the other for the Old.

          With questioning eyes, I looked
          upon and as He explained,
          I heard logic's song.

         An in conclusive reasoning, He said
         and then a comforting smile,
         He gave, as He continued to say.

         (The Young) " The  heavy bodies 
         descend by gravity and again the
         gravity is quality; Whereby a heavy
         descends is an impertinent circle and
         teaches nothing.
         Meaning: The Journey Onward.

         (The Old) " A circle which touches 
         the curve and close to the point more
         nearly coincides with the curve than
         hence is called; Circe of curvation.
         Meaning: Coming Into Full Circle.

         An unofficial association of people, I said
         but the smart set goes there.

         It's simple my Dear, He said;
         A plane curve generated by one point
         moving at a constant distance from a
         fixed point, (The Young & The Old).

         As He calculated the circumference of the
         circle, again He spoke.
         Every part of which is equally distant from
         a point within it, is called: The Center, The Soul.

         He spoke in logic in which I had never heard spoken.
         A conclusion of a form of argument between two
         or more unproved statements that in the end, prove
         each other as one.

         Alpha, Omega, The beginning and the ending,
         a circulate of gold. The Young and The Old.
     


Details | Quatern | |

Life on Earth matters not

When my life was spent
I lay on my death bed,
All bent and in torment
Wondering about where shall I be led?

I was scared,
The truth was now ready to be bared
Is there life after death,
Is hell there where I shall now give my worth?

It came, like a flash of lightning
I never felt any painful burning
I just closed my eyes
And opened them to new skies

He was there, a fair knight
He looked at me with expectation
My own spirit was shining so bright
I feel my heart melting, faced with this divine revelation

It was a world so still
Yet, I could not refrain myself from feeling a thrill
I was with God
I was, at last, with the leader of the herd!

A world it is, ruled by eternity,
It is there, a sanctity
Peace prevails
The Lord, for such, entails!

It matters not, he said
If you believe your life was not lived
Life on Earth is a temporary phase
Meant to shower you with false praise

Those who get attached to its false vision
Keep returning to its endless illusion
Be calm, be happy, here, you shall be free
Free to be as you do deem yourself to be!


Details | Alexandrine | |

Ivory hymm

Every place I have taken you, I had a plan.
Every tear you have cried had a purpose.
Every undertaking through the hurt was Me.
There with you watching you, allowing you to choose the path.  
You are here now, with Me.
If it took that for me to be here with you now... You are here.
Remember this moment.
You will fall; fall short.  
You will learn.
You will then be able to teach. 
You my child will have a story that is heard.
A seed; a seed that seems to be so troubled. 
That through me will grow.
Grow into a strong tree, that is rooted.
The blooms will be bright for they are only from turning back to me, the root -connected.
Be still, be strong, be a testament that something so beautiful, so worthy of my love will stand the test of trial.


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Take me to a place

Take me to a place, a place of trust, a place where bad things are thin as crust, a place where love is profound a place less lost and more found. Take me to a place we all call home a place where no one is left alone, a place where you help me and I help you a place where my expression is green instead of blue, a place where you don't have to look back, a place where everything is all facts. Take me to a place full of adventure and wonder a place where there is no rain and no thunder. A place where honesty is at its best a place where we are more instead of less. A place of peace there is no stress a place of love instilled in everyone's chest. A place where we all are rich left out the struggle pulled out the ditch. Take me to a place free of drugs and abuse a place where there is no excuse. Take me to a place of great generations a placed of real teach and life learned lesson.


Details | Haiku | |

Quaker Meeting House

friends meeting house

a swarm of bees

in the spring house


Details | Verse | |

Images of the Past and Present

IMAGES OF THE PAST AND PRESENT

Old men like Phil, Howard, Kenny, Walter, and Gaines are forerunners of the past.
They walk with canes now and are in blazers and slacks.
They still talk game about equity.
They state they will die in their identity.

Gaines is the one I know the best.
He lives via mediums for political success.
Does he achieve as he is?
Gaines is an orphan, a Catholic, a bar attorney in Mississippi.

Older women like Dora, Bobby, and Jenny V. are Honey's strength.
They walk without assistance.
They are not like the men.
Their smiles are sugar pudding and they take on younger women.

These images are real life formed.
They manifested their destiny in socio-political and socio-religious forums.
They come from Baptist, Catholics, and Methodist faiths.
They are heroines and heroes and they have failed.

These are images of the past and present.
Eccentricity is their essence.
Exposed is their depth.
Their identity is within all of that.


Details | Free verse | |

God Is In Conrtrol

God Is In Control

It does not matter what we have been told,
We know in our hearts,God is in control,
Yes, they came day after day,
Yes it is true God has the last say,
Be a assured He is hear always,
There is no need to fear,

Hold on to our Faith for it will see us through,
Trusting that it will all is going to be alright,
As God is in us all, in the fight
Defeat is not an option for us,
Yes we serve a God who can, 

Teach a bird sing a beautiful melody,
A God who can calm the sea,
A God who holds our destiny,
He is our healing spring,
And in His hands He brings,

Life,
Love,
Hope,
Strength,
Understanding
New LIFE,
……and Joy,

Yes just for us, because His love is everlasting, Unconditional and true.

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright  2015


Details | Rhyme | |

AGE

Age is a no return journey
Prevailing for our involuntary taking
A standard paced tally
Of God's own making
Its greatness is mercy
The footprint count keeps adding

There is a childhood of innocence
A youth of hopes and dreams
A middle age risking resentments
And out of old age, there streams
The wisdom of courtesy and sense
That fits today’s wanting themes

Age is reward
To see and share many a dawn
Share your wisdom in God's regard
Invoke virtue into intention
For silence can be wayward
When thousands of ears pay attention


Details | Tanka | |

Friends Meeting House

friends meeting house
yellowing pages show tithes
from decades ago
swarm of bees in the springhouse
cluster around a new post


Details | I do not know? | |

4 LIFE OR DEATH

We were born to die
Before life, we were in existence
We shall be in existence
Death  doesn't take that away
It only kills the physical form
We left spiritually, with our soul
keep it at heart
For we don't belong to anything or anyone
We were created by a Supreme Being
And Him only will I give thanks to
Before my rest,take me the way
You brought me
Before my time, let me live
The life You gave me
I show gratitude to You for my life
And appreciation as I take a bow and rest


Details | Free verse | |

MirrorrorriM

Cigarette smoke fills my lungs
And I’m still not here.

Everything around fades to grey,
So close but not near,
The rain in the sky
Turns to tears in my eye.
Ash, ash
In the sky.
Volcanoes erupt
And innocents die. 
Death creeps like age,
Arriving faster as it rolls.
Everything comes to fruition,
Blood black like mold.
How do empty clouds hold so much back?
They’re like tormented youth,
Building up until explosion is reached.

“Cut your wrist and bleed out pain,”
Says the mad man.
Who it is that is mad though
Is the one who pulls the blade.
Teeth they saw,
Teeth of steel.
Blood is an allusion
To something so foreign,
Unreal.

Wound up to a point of criticality,
No longer able to hold back.
Buzz, buzz,
Says the saw.
Buzz, buzz.

Fingers laced through hair like wire,
Curbing some fire called desire.
Shadows ignite and so does the night,
But there’s no room here for a first flight.
It’s here that nothing is right,
But everything is mistaken.
Mask conceal,
Mask reveal,
A broken heart but a tasty meal.



Crimson moon,
Sign of death.
White light,
Virgin’s night.
Let it snow,
Let it bleed;
Tis one in the same.

Murder a mirror
For a bloody eye.
Hold it back,
Consequence:
To die.

Church bells ring,
 A belated thing.
Such a golden ring
On a dead woman’s hand.
Marry rotten flesh,
Move to the west.
Life is dead,
Absolutely no zest.

Untamed,
Breathless.
Unnamed,
Heartless.
Unwanted,
Worthless.

Mockingbirds,
Sing to sleep.
For a lullaby is but 
A muted bedtime story.
Kill the birds,
Kill the birds;
Forget the way you used to know
Words.

Shards fall to the ground,
Clinking hard,
But without sound.
Life is a lot like a wheel
For it keeps going around.
A reflection within a reflection,
Mirrors within mirrors.

Cigarette smoke fills my lungs,
But I’m still here.


Details | Free verse | |

Thirst

                      Thirst

There is the river of life called religion
Birds circle it with yellow lights gleaming on the wing
Before taking the plunge

Plants drink from its banks

People once visited this place
But moved on to golden promised sand
Replaced the Vatican Papal State for desert dwelling
They are all gone, expired, as expected
Not for lack of proper words in Latin
Or upbringing as you might think
They gave up such a simple thing
Like drinking, for having fun and lots of sun
Simply, there is no water in the outer land

There are younger plants in the desert
Related, perhaps cousins to other plants
Found by the river mentioned here
They too died in the arid world
They are gone, one and all, that’s all

Pope Francis walks along the river bank
He favors the water as the source of life
Thirsting for souls
Collects them like sea shells there
Fossilized, framed in history, demised 

The mouth of the river is closed, shut down for now
We too, are no longer open, or for that matter, alive
Simply silenced, buried in the distant sand
As the river flows on to other lands, void of man 


Details | Free verse | |

New Age Christians

Christian,
Christ like,
well at least in past days,
hypocrites,
in the church.
We must be in the last days,
New dress
New shoes
family seems perfect
In the sanctuary
for everything but worship

Go to Sunday school,
take your smart phone
Family torn down
But leave the problems
back home,
Church is not really
Church
Lets call it 
Gossip hour,
Talk about who
likes who
Drama makes you empowered,
Taking bones out the 
closet,
Your stories are composite,
If talking was cash
you are the queen of 
Deposit,
Until one day 
your child rose,
Pulled a letter 
enclosed
Was the details
of his mother
Suddenly,
You're exposed..


Details | Light Poetry | |

never quite

when care is pressing you down a bit,
rest, if you must-but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
as every one of us sometimes learns,
and many a failure turns abut,
when we might have won had we stuck it out,
don’t give up, though the pace seems slow-
you might succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
it seems to a faint faltering man,
often the struggler has given up
when he might have captured the victor’s cup,
and he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
how close he was to the golden crown.
Succeed is failure turned inside out-
the silver tint of the clouds of doubt-
and you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems afar;
so stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit-
it’s when things seem worst that you ’t quit.