(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Copyright © Onis Sampson | Year Posted 2013
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2013
Today I saw a bird in flight and began to wonder why
God made us to walk on earth and made the bird to fly
Then I began to think way back when I was just a kid
I often dreamed of flying then some time I think I did
I still can see me flying high while looking down below
oh' the dream it was so neat I wish it had been so
God had a plan for man and what he wanted him to be
it wasn't flying through the air or swimming in the sea
But now as I think back on this I see God's perfect plan
he never meant for beast or foul to take the place of man
Yes he made the birds to fly and made the beast to roam
but man he made to rule them all and walk the road alone
Then God saw that it was wrong not to give the man a mate
so he took a rib from Adam's side and women he did make
God put them in a garden there and took great care of them
now I think you know the rest what separated them from him
But God still had a plan for man and sent him Jesus Christ
and now we have to pray to him to forgive us of our past
now I still dream of flying high and know some day I can
when Jesus Christ will take us home forever to be with him
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2006
The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.
What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.
The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.
The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.
The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.
What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.
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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013
Her talented hands paint the piano
with perfect classical concerts, and
technology is the basket where her
music can always make rainbows
in the sky before my eyes, and one
day before my grandchildren's eyes.
Black and white photos of the past
suddenly become a bouquet of flowers
in my hands, and color rise like the sun.
Their faces move and breathe, since
I realize that their blood now bounds
through my heart on a day to day reality.
Stories bring alive faces never seen,
and the individual words are thousands
of puzzle pieces where in the end, time
binds them all together, and I understand
the history of my family even more.
Her religious faith, a carved wooden box,
where daily Scripture gives her strength.
Also, the belief in God blooms in a forest
of strong thoughts in her mind. She gladly
listens to the singing birds, the angels of
Heaven and tells their story to me.
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016
From the mouth of babes so came forth your perfect praise Unless you change like the little child and receive one as such meek and mild Chances are that your heart is hard do not miss the kingdom by half a yard Leaving the womb crying for breathe no doubt before you leave this world facing death cry out He will give you a new heart full of love just ask like the child harmless as a dove
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
Jesus Is everywhere
Jesus is in our Hearts and everywhere just I look around,
Jesus is in every sight and every sound just listen,
And I know I m not being foolish,
I know I am telling you what I see,
As He is someone I must believe in,
And it's there when I look at all the Children,
Jesus is there you can hear His whisper in the wind,
Jesus is all around as you can see it in the thunder of the sea,
And I know I I'm just dreaming,
I know I feel safe,
As he's someone I must believe in,
And He's always there when I call out His name.,
Jesus in always there in the rising of the sun,
Jesus is always there when the day is nearly done,
And I know He is no illusion,
And I know He is, and I see truth,
Yes He is someone that we all must believe in,
As He will always be there when you call out His name,
By Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack
Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack | Year Posted 2015
Hummingbird, you are a stunning creature,
Your fast-flitting wings can hardly be seen,
Your long, graceful beak a trademark feature,
Your feathers are an iridescent sheen.
Ocean, you hold back so many secrets,
What man has the power to master you?
A habitat for turtles and egrets,
You have a nurturing and tame side too.
Mankind, you have so much ability,
You carry such capacity for love,
Bodies possess strength and agility,
Your heart, spirit, and mind—a treasure trove.
All began in God's imagination,
You are parts of a blessed creation.
August 19, 2016
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016
strange I remember the flames I was flying yet I hungered to fly
then spiraling burning death repented but the bird bigger than I
comfort came with one drop of rain as the deep seed burst alive
revived walking walking walking and now that we are talking
at the stalk to me a great and mighty tower
weary help me Lord it is but a small flower
Jesus thank you it is only by thy power
climbing the twigs end again and again
higher higher further from the ground a great height
resting on a leaf looking around a predator in a near by tree
I long to fly where did it come from fear of heights
a loud screeching piercing the ear Lord help thou me
look to me pick up your cross do what is right
first steps of faith traveling all night stumbling a bit
as I grow more tired along the way I can’t quit
the blackened bird dives talons close by but still alive
seems I’m spiraling again tired darkness even closer nigh
Lord Jesus help thou me rest for this is not the end
I dreamed of soaring straight above wonderfully with white wings
all things clean love joy peace righteousness forever a glorious light
thank you Lord Jesus thou has surely helped me
awaken go tell all others of this glorious flight to come
how to go denying yourself pick up your cross and follow thou me
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010