I wish I could write you a love song
Fill with heart felt words
I wish I could say that I love you and meant every word
But as you know I am just a man
And even now as I have grown
I still cannot understand the meaning of those three letter words.
I spent my life searching
I spent my days hoping
Even now as I have aged and have a family of my own
I still do not understand the meaning of those three letter words
They say, that they love you
They say, that they care
But their words are cheap and weigh no value.
My heart is still broken
My bones are weak
My nights are restless
And my soul is asleep.
I feel so hopeless
Defeated and crush
These burdens I carry
Have me buried in a dump.
I try to call out
I try to shout
But these words I speak
No one can hear me.
God take my hand
Lift my pain
Save me from this cane
I am afraid its about to leave a big old stain.
Lord I am in so much pain
These scares bring nothing but shame
Jesus please let it rain
Save me, I think I am about to go completely in sane.
Copyright © Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble
Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”
Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”
One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…
Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.
Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”
Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.
Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed.
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.
Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.
Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray,
“Lord, let this day be my last.”
For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Both quietly passed away.
The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….
Stood an old dog beside the stone,
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place.
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.
She smiled. “I had a dog when I was young...
a good one too. His name was Pal.”
Copyright © Robert Candler
Yippee Ki Yo
Thank God Another Day
Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI
Oh mother, dear mother, come make my bed,
for the sun grows tired and has lost its shine;
come bless the place where I will lay my head,
surround it with angels, all that’s divine.
Oh mother, dear mother, come bar the door,
count the slow clock's chime as shadows descend.
Eve's breeze is now listless, birds sings no more,
all the land lays in silence , till night ends.
Oh mother, dear mother, sing me to sleep,
drown the foul voice of fears infestation;
let us join strength, to one another keep,
safe here in your care, and consolation.
Dear father, please protect us through the night,
save us from all harm, till dawn brings us light
Copyright © T.Nicole Williams
When life takes hold of you no mercy given
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When your nerves are shattered
The home you live in seems scattered
Just breathe ~
children don't understand why you can't give money on the daily
life feels cold and The bills are unbearable to open it seems
When there is not enough food in the pantry for all
you feel you are losing as you begin to fall , loose sight of dreams
Just breathe ~
All these things are a test , every breath that counts.
It's the faith, and will to live , as anxiety mounts
In your darkest hour just call on his power
with the help of God above , you will surmount.
just breathe ~ just keep breathing
" Just another day in paradise Contest "
Copyright © Shanity Rain
What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.
Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!
Copyright © Chris Boskovski
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
Copyright © Jim Pemberton
When He breaks you
It is to re-make you.
If given the choice
To give destiny your voice
You would undoubtedly have picked this state
Such is the irony of fate
He breaks you now
So you later see the how -
How the pieces of your journey come to be
A slow but eventual solving of this mystery
He makes you work work work – then fail
So that you realize your means are of no avail
Without His will -
But feel His mercy fill -
Even through the aches still
He punctures your bubble of hope
To teach you the meaning of struggling to cope
To avoid you saying ‘this was all from me’
Which you might say if it always did come so easy
He lets you fall
So that when you stand
It’s straight and tall
Your past sorrows
Not letting you drown
Without your ego
Weighing you down
Even while the road appears smooth
He lets you trip and trip again
So that you might stumble upon hidden treasures
From the dirt, which you may otherwise not gain
He knows Best
The perfect Teacher
Who puts the perfect test
He breaks you
To re-make you…
Copyright © Aya Salah
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Copyright © Brian Otoole
don’t throw me out
into the garbage
people must keep fighting in this world
and I still have meat on my bones
and a few living cells in my head
and I am not yet fully dead
I still have some fight
I have too little time now
now to pray
during the day
or at night too
too little time
at night now
now to pray or to fight
I must rest
when the time comes
and I am fully spent
I will pray then
then that the time is not
not now to late
to change my faith
and get there where
I will finally rest
rest in peace
for all time then
then there then when
I am fully dead
Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI
TREASURES OF YOUR SOUL
Just a reminder before I start…
This comes with Love from your Mother’s heart
It was Saturday September 1987
When my prayer specifications arrived from Heaven-
You see, long before I was your age I asked God to Bless me one day with a son
And that was how the thought of you had first begun
So, Twenty -one years ago to this day
You arrived…perfect and handsome in every way-
As baby and toddler you were way ahead of your peers
Showing wisdom and intellect beyond your years
Added to that a head of hair to astound
Made you without doubt, the best looking kid around
At 6 months old you said your first word-
Wait for it…”Ninja Turtle” is what we all heard-
This was hardly surprising in retrospect though
As your love of sword’s and sword -fighting started to show
You started to question us on everything in sight
No doubt in our minds, you were exceptionally bright
When your sister arrived you were almost three
Chat to Keelyn, and you will find she’ll agree…
That having a sister was no issue at all-
In fact you were her protector and mentor from the day she was born-
The love that the two of you share,
Is unique, very special, and extremely rare
As young adults you still nurture this bond with each other-
You make great siblings as sister and brother
I could write pages, so many things to relay
But here is the important stuff I need to say…
You care about your Faith, Family and Friends...
And still-- the heights of your Academic achievements know no end
From the day you could speak the sentence we heard most of all-
“When I grow up a Dr. will be my vocation and call”
Four years into your Medical degree
We realize how seriously you took that first plea
You learnt to discern from an early age between right and wrong
I am pleased to acknowledge in God’s Kingdom you firmly belong
I love you so much…a love that has no measure
To have you as a son - a gift from God I will always Treasure-
So as you celebrate this milestone age of Twenty-one
It goes without saying- you make us so proud to have you as a son
(Footnote: My son is now 25—a qualified Doctor, and firm in His Faith)
Copyright © Kim van Breda
It's hard to think that just a few
Long lived and aching months ago
We were barely to the point of love;
We had just become a we at all,
Simply the youngest of truths
That the ageless world could show.
And when I took your hand then,
When I kissed your lips
For the first of many times,
I could feel life bending for us,
To the very creation we desired.
So we walked together in bliss,
Sometimes hand in hand and
Other times hearts were
The only connection we could come by.
And no, we never bore perfection,
For what true love really does?
There were nights where we cried,
Days where we sobbed mercifully,
So scared of losing each other
That we forgot the impossibility of it.
Even when the clouds built up,
We always seemed to shine brighter
After the sun fell and rose again.
Entwined were we through the
Infinitely minuscule moments and
Those severely searing seconds,
Left drenched and drained from
The very creation of our passions.
It truly takes my breath away,
Much like your angelic lips,
To think of who we were and
Who we are in the moment so called now.
We stand on the edge of summer,
Together forever and ever,
Until time reaches never.
Everything we've been and everything
We've yet to become are true,
Nothing in this life means
So much to me as you
Copyright © Brick Cullum
In a cipher of poverty
These rich words postpone hunger
Feed a famine
While a sole dies
I examine its corpse lying there
While I am elevated with the glue that killed it
History made my days ugly
Touched my pen to wrestle anger
This bread I inhale repairs my lungs as I get glued on with a smile that makes me meet my maker in person
Legalize the glue so I can sniff the truth
Legalize the glue so I can sniff the truth
Copyright © Raymond Ngomane
She dreams of a throne
where she is not alone
Dreams of stars
That aren't to far
Wishes for peace
where pain is least
Hopes for grace
where she can see his face
And still know her fame
Copyright © Tobi Osunkoya
An Old Man’s Bedtime Prayer
Lord: Now I lay me down to rest.
To get away from this days test.
To rest my head on pillows fluff.
To clear my head of all the stuff.
That comes your way as you get old.
It’s part of life that’s seldom told.
I hope to get some 10 hrs. sleep.
I’ll probly end up counting sheep.
As I look back across my days.
I know I’ve sinned in many ways.
I’m real sorry. I’ve told you that.
To say again just sounds “old hat”.
But now I plead for this short break.
To get some rest for bodies sake.
If you “Oh LORD” my wish would grant.
And do for me something I can’t.
For I’ve no strength, my life to take.
Just let me die before I wake.
For my old joints have turned to rust.
I’d just as soon they’re back to dust.
Lord: If I’d wake and look about.
I’d “Hoot & Holler” and give a shout.
If I would find that was my fate.
To there be standing, inside “The Gate”
To know at last I’d passed the test.
I don’t need seats among the best.
It’s enough to not be missed.
My name was on His special list.
But you know best, I’m sure of that.
So if I wake, I’ll just hang pat.
I’ll dream of red, rare, steaks so fat
To ponder where the “Good Times” at.
I’ll shuffle through another day.
And burn more bills we strain pay.
To keep us warm in this cold pit.
And by the window now to sit.
As I think back to ‘yester’ years.
With all the joy, few sprinkled tears.
I never dreamed, these “Golden Years”
Would be so filled with pain and fears.
I never thought I’d leave alone.
My wife & I would share our home.
But when I’m gone, alone she’ll bow.
She’ll need get by . . .I don’t know how.
With this I’ll close my nightly plea.
I’d be forever in debt to thee.
If you would oft stop by this way.
To comfort wife here every day.
Written to honor all the elderly that
Struggle with their health, their obligations,
their present & their future.
Copyright © Old buck
Too busy wrestling
with our own demons
to bring an innocent soul into
the hell of mourning
an innocence lost,
I now grieve
for the loss of a life
Dear one, I ask
you to forgive
that ruled the hearts
and minds of two,
journey from this world
to the stars
Dear one, I ask
you to dream for me
those dreams yet undreamt
and hope the hopes never hoped,
for those dreams and hopes
tucked away in a corner
of this old heart
Dear one, I ask
you to feel the love that awaited you
and the pride that even now
burns brightly as a candle
in these eyes,
softly inching towards
its liquid demise
Dear one, I ask
you to take this hand
and hold it, just once
and cry those tears
for these tears
of mine I fear
are never to be dried
Copyright © David Brown
Growing old is a thing looked forward to by all,
To many it is the ultimate ball.
To others, however, please stop and hear,
It is a time that is not all that dear.
When children are small and living at home,
You dread the day when they will far away roam.
As they grow older you begin to forget,
That they very soon will adulthood hit.
As infants and young children they won your heart,
As they mature it sure does smart.
To see them make choices that are wrong as can be,
Yet, it is something that they for themselves must see.
Through the many heartaches and trials we go through,
There are a few things that we, as parents, must do.
Try and guide them with wisdom and love,
And pray that they finally will maturity prove.
To try and “make” them choose wisely, as before,
Is like walking into a tightly closed door.
As their rebellion continues to be displayed,
Never forget how often for them you prayed.
Lord, open their eyes and speak to their heart,
Cause them to again take a new start.
Help them to cease their selfish ways
And from this day forward enjoy selfless days.
Copyright © DrJim Martin
Prayer To The God Of Winter
Ye foolish God of Winter,
How dare you paint this land in white
Tis' enough the wind and brutal cold
The cold raging in, seeping in at night
Pains that rake deep this body old!
Why think thee the beauty overrides,
Are not the aches we cry often about
Witness to your malicious white attack
Shall we gather here to scream out
Or silently moan behind your back?
Cease now, with this cold fluffy stuff,
Think thee , all so dearly love snow
While you send this floating rain
We dare to curse, so you will know
And perhaps, not send the white again!
Pray Ye, merciful God of Winter,
A reprieve from bitter slicing cold
A time to warm old bodies and bones
Here us, honor this plea, don't scold
We that beseech thee in desperate tones!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-08-2015
Note- Fall is here, winter is just around
the corner. I love the beauty and majesty
of snow but the cold often can be brutal.
This poem is about that brutality when
it is extreme and so harms so many.
Thus the great beauty does not compensate.
Copyright © Robert Lindley
Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.
I know that you know all things
Still, I think I should explain,
The reason I've been hiding
Is because of all the shame.
I know that I don't look so great
For meeting up with you
But I hope you understand
I've been alone since I was eight.
You probably see the dirt marks
And smudges on my face
But it seems no matter how I try
Some things can't be erased.
They say that eyes are windows
That peer into the soul.
I'm afraid that if you look there,
You'll find it dark and cold.
I'm not sure why it is, Lord,
But you won't see any tears.
I guess they've just been locked up
Inside me all these years.
I know that limp and lifeless
Is my unruly hair.
I guess that's just what happens
When no one really cares.
And if you ask a question
I won't have much to say.
I've found that no one really wants
To hear me anyway.
And if you care to listen,
Sit quiet and you'll hear
How hard my heart is pounding.
That's because of all the fear.
You'll notice that I wrap my arms
Around me all the time.
I do that for protection
Of the things that should be mine.
See, not so very long ago,
Without an ounce of care,
Someone took away from me
Things I never meant to share.
And if you find I tremble
When you come close to me,
It's because of all the dreadful things
That someone did to me.
Jesus I'm so sorry
If these things have saddened you.
But when I cried out to you
You never told me what to do.
I know that in my mother's womb
You created me
And I can't help but wonder
Is this what I was meant be?
They say that you are everywhere,
With each and every one,
But it seems that on those dark nights
You left me all alone.
They tell me that you love me
And I suppose it's true,
But Jesus, please remember
That he said he loved me too.
Copyright © alainey craig
What would I do if I didn't get to see your gray hair anymore?
Your old age magnifies me it sends a needle through my door.
When I was young, I didn't think people could ever grow old it makes you see
how your mind leaves you lost without wrongs.
Digging through the ground I see bones, stretched out bodies, and I say a prayer
to Heaven let their souls be eternal.
I lost the destroyed dream.
Why must we wake?
Why do we fall?
We all suffer and death takes us all.
Death is like a fake doll
looking for pain.
I looked in the mirror and saw
time in a glass frame.
I am drifting away
and those gray hairs are fading fast.
All of Dad's lost days and his new bitter years to come.
Half of a glass to go and his age will leave me alone.
So I asked God tonight let me sleep again don't take my life.
I like seeing the sunset
I am sure things are pretty up there but I have loved ones to soothe me here.
I want to live!
Free as a bird.
Pretty as the world.
Flying through this place we call earth from the first day of my birth.
New wings for me, torn.
Not another lost wing gone.
All around me aged thorns.
Years ahead and I love this life
let me live please.
Copyright © Misty Lackey
While visiting my younger self one day
(the present one was getting hard to bear),
I rambled through the boxes of my youth
to summon forth the musty memories.
Inside a faded album I beheld
the dauntless, joyous smile of ages past.
I stood before the mirror, posed, and smiled.
The glass tossed back the face I'd come to know.
It wasn't wrinkled skin or graying hair,
mere loss of youth, that shook me to the core.
The former smile was effortless and real.
The present one, I realized, was forced.
Disturbed by what the heartless glass revealed,
I turned and placed the album in its box.
Perhaps the printed word would be less cruel,
for diary entries don't reflect a face.
My optimism shone on every page
as I described how good outweighs the bad.
I longed to shun the dark in lieu of light
and smile exultantly as I once had.
From then till now, I've prayed for peace and joy,
and God of youth, of middle age, of all
is guiding me as I embrace my life
with courage, faith, and my recovered smile.
September 16, 2015--Inside My Head Contest for "Old" Poets
Copyright © Janice Canerdy
How many prayers for world peace does it take;
millions a day and still no sign.
Come on brother,
got to smother
all of this hate that's in the air.
Turn off the T.V. and get down from your lazy chair.
Millions a day and still no sign.
FINISH YOUR DESIGN!
Copyright © Chris Patton
There was a time when I believed much stronger
than I do now.
A time when all the problems
that faced me and my world
could easily be solved.
A yesterday when a small child crept upon its knees
and prayed with humble sincerity that could withdraw the wrath
of the angriest of men let alone the gentle love of a fathering God.
That was the past
when the child had no doubts
and believing was a simple act.
As the child grows that time tends to end
and like lost yesterdays
a child grows away from simplicity.
Todays are born too suddenly
and a young adult grows distantly away
from hymns and prayers we used to know.
These nows are always with us
as childish visions are put aside
and gods are laid to rest with forgotten prayers and holy medals.
Today, we've grown older, wiser and mature
to be free and independent
capable of solving our own unaided needs.
Tomorrow though, now there's another time to be
when an aging person's thoughts are left to ponder
more serious and more important dreams.
That will be a new unchartered time
perhaps to search and believe again
much stronger than ever before.
Copyright © DM Babbit