She writes of darkness like her soul’s been sold
But deep inside she has a heart of gold
Words brought on by a darkened past
At times she prayed that she would breathe her last
There was no one that she could turn to
When suddenly the light came shining through
Her life was changed from an endless curse
Now she puts her story in poetic verse
Overcoming her fears and the urge to kill
She used her poems as a coping skill
From an angel of darkness she ascended
To an angel of light completely mended
So read the dark poet, it’ll give you a start
But please be careful, she’ll steal your heart.
I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write”
I had been going through a personal plight,
I ventured off into a place,
Where all I saw was love and grace,
The season was the beginning of spring,
When life can be heard, and the air starts to sing,
But the place I was in was an endless row of rest,
Yet I was able to admire how well it was dressed,
Glory symbols stationed all around,
One stood tall far off the ground,
Wings wide- ranging, angelic that gleamed,
Surrounded by flowers whose colors were sheen,
Blues of the ocean, reds of the evening sky,
I reflected on greatness, as the time passed by,
I came upon a sculpture, a cherub, with a face,
A tear in his right eye, looking down at this place,
A letter to God leaned against this particular one,
It read clearly on top, “Please Lord, hold my son”
I continued on, walking down this strip,
When suddenly, I slipped and had a hard trip,
I fell by a giant weeping willow tree,
Then looked up at the fixture right in front of me,
Out of all the others, this monument was painted the best,
Its beauty surpassed all of the rest,
I marveled at his golden strands,
His skin looked like the color of sand,
Looking up from off the ground,
It looked as though he wore a crown,
His creamy gown was long and still,
My eyes felt like they had started to spill,
His mere presence seemed to fill me with humility,
My legs were limp, I felt a lack of mobility,
What was this kind, who had made him?
Then, he spoke “You were never forsaken”
Chills overwhelmed my body quite fast,
I had no idea, I was his task,
I said, "what is your name,"
And He gently sighed,
“Your never alone, just enjoy your life’s ride”
I had been in a struggle, for quite some time,
He spoke once more, “You will be Fine”
His glimmering light calmed my inner plight,
His afterglow, made my heart know,
That sometimes in life we go through a trial,
And even when it seems like it’s lasted awhile,
God sends his messengers right on time,
He is never late, and His words are like wind chimes,
Soothing the mountains, calming the inner storms,
Restoring us back to our proper forms,
I looked up once more, but He had disappeared,
My faith had grown deeper, and I knew God was near,
I rested a while, under that old willow tree,
I felt compelled to write what had happened to me,
It was now the early part of night, I began with,
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said to write.”
By: Sabina keough
Twelve little girls and eight little boys
Each one the source of their parent’s joys,
Innocent children following rules,
Paper and pencils their magical tools.
Holidays coming, rehearsal of plays,
These were the most exciting of days.
Safe in their classroom as their teacher smiled
Noting the presence of each beloved child.
No inkling of trouble, no feeling of doom
Until a mad man invaded the room.
I so hope these children had no time for fear
And had no idea that death was so near.
Six brave teachers went to their deaths,
Protecting the children with very last breaths.
The big gates of heaven then opened wide
For six teachers ushering children inside.
Twenty small children are angels today,
And six faithful teachers in Heaven to stay.
Mothers and fathers and siblings and more
Are mourning their loved ones whom they adore.
The teachers who willingly gave up their lives
To protect their charges were daughters and wives.
Some had their own children whom they left behind.
No braver soldiers could one ever find.
A whole town is weeping for dear ones they lost.
How long must innocents bear the high cost
For folks who clamor for right to bear arms?
You’d think such mayhem would lessen guns' charms.
These things will keep happening, the danger unchanged,
Until we keep assault rifles from hands of deranged.
By: Joyce Johnson
There is a spirit that watches over you
In the daylight hours, and nightime too.
You may not think that they are there
But there is a way to make you aware.
I learned the name of my angel a long time ago
Because I was interested and I wanted to know.
His name is "Maximus" and is with me here
To learn of his presence once made me fear.
Because what you do is watched all the day
The angel keeps tabs, God finds out that way.
I guess you think I'm being naive
Trust your faith, if you believe.
If you want to know your angel's name
There is a way to find out which is no game.
Say a prayer for three days in a row
And after each time ask him to reveal his name to you.
If you believe in him he will tell you true
If not, he may be silent to you.
I know of others who have tried this I can say
Some, have learned the names of their angels this way.
When you pray for their name do not think it absurd
Some, I know, will hear that singular word.
It won't come as a shout from heaven on high
But rather as a whisper, when your angel is nigh.
These spiritual beings are here for us all
Sometimes they wait just to here us call.
And when you do wouldn't if be grand
If you knew the spirit's name...who behind you stands!
Try it and see if you think I'm fooling around
Be honest with yourself with both feet on the ground.
As someday that spiritual angel you will greet
Wouldn't it be nice to be on a "first name" basis when you meet?
And if you try but do not hear their name
Keep on trying because your conviction was lame.
I know many will think I'm crazy with this
But knowing my angel's name has brought comfort and bliss.
So try it yourself and see if in kind
If your angel will speak to you...they really don't mind.
Because then a dialogue with them you can share,
Even if they never speak again, you'll know...they're there.
When death came, I declared that I could not leave soon
For I had not seen the summer flowers in bloom
Starting them from just a seed back when there was still snow.. white
As they began maturing, I could tell each one on sight
Just large enough to be transplanted that spring day
The blooms were visible in thought only, in May
The angel came in early morn to take me by the hand
I bid him let me stay because my life was just sand
Now I have a new responsibility here
Down where the flowers bloom and to me are so dear
Life is not just about the house, washing the dishes clean
It's about love, our fellowman; only a few I've seen
Thank you death angel for letting me stay that day
I'll give this life that I've got left the best day's pay
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Two angels from the sky
They are here not to fly
Standing in front of the altar
Singing “You are my only star”
Holding a book with your lovely twin
Voices so soft you might see our grin
Looking so cute and adorable
It’s my heart you really capture
They are wearing long white dresses
Sparkling like diamonds in small pieces
My favorite figurine angels inside my room
Happiness filled in my heart, no more in gloom
January 23, 2013
Inspired by two figurine angels that my friend gave me as a
Christmas gift last December and for Nathan's Contest picture :)
For Nathan's "Precious Moments" Contest
First Place Winner
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Angel of mine
I had written a poem called “Deaths Door”
My sleeping problem my wife did endure
From when I lost my spouse
It’s only the dog and I at the house
Before I go to bed I shut the light
Something happened to me one night
I felt a hand on my back waking me
Nobody but the dog here with and me
It could have been a night I lost my breath
An angel may have kept me from death
That angel must be my wife
Still watching over my life
She watched over me when she was alive
She must still be helping me to survive
We made an Angel for Jesus,
although he was tiny and small,
he’s now in the army of Jesus,
and helps to watch over us all.
Our baby was born in October.
A beautiful blue eyed boy.
He appeared to be healthy and happy,
he filled our hearts full of joy.
We had him for only a short time.
His life seemed so normal at first!
Just before he was two, without warning,
his health took a turn for the worst!
Six months later, he went up to heaven,
to explain it, we won’t even try!
For a while, we were groping for reasons,
why someone, so young had to die?
We kept on searching for answers,
for what we could not understand?
Why God, would let this thing happen,
was it all just a part of His plan?
All of a sudden it hit us,
we knew just what God had in mind!
He let us make Him an Angel,
to help Him watch over mankind!
Yes, we made an Angel for Jesus,
although he was tiny and small,
but he’s big in the Army of Jesus,
and helps to watch over us all!
Dedicated to Angel Bobby
(Robert William Taylor - 1968-1971)
A simple nap the beauty sleeps.
Her stupor is deep.
She seems to be thinking within this dream of a salient existence far away.
Her fingers are interconnected significantly.
With imagery shown from her posture, she interrelates to this world.
Connotation of inner peace is seen when she lies silently sleeping.
The colors that surround her while she sleeps are peripheral to where she meanders.
Labyrinths in time that must be superseded for her to awaken.
A simple nap the beauty sleeps.
Her stupor is deep.
Penned on May 11, 2014!
And so she was the girl from Bair.
With ocean eyes and golden hair.
Of heavy heart and light despise
Of cupid's dart and winter's cries.
There came a day when things did end.
Around the corner of the bend
There came a truck and in dispair
The loudest word was spoken there.
And so she left to who knows where.
Whilst many cried because they cared.
She roams around in circles too,
And whispering winds and skies of blue.
We raise our glass towards the sky
And smile a memory although she died.
No tears tonight, not ever one.
For there she rests inside the sun.
She is okay we know for sure.
In better days to now endure.
And so she was the girl from Bair
With clemency; a heart so fair.
And as we lay in bed and sigh,
I'd like to say to you Goodbye.
Rest In Peace Best Friend
11-21-1996 ~ 06-21-2011
celestial pure guardian cherub of grace
peace and serenity displayed in your face
an inumerable company of angels in heaven
seraphims in charge guarding God’s throne and His presence
God’s messenger archangels Michael and Gabriel
announce their messages where they are sent and able
our guardian angels are close to our hearts
as they support, protect, pray and impart
our angels see far beyond the mortal timeline
are patient, forgiving, devoting love so divine
© Kim van Breda- February 2014
The sound of true light ringing in your ears nothing to fear from the reapers that are here Not superstitious but for whom it tolls is true listen clearly and then you will see too Angels singing like the cricket's melody Glory to God in the highest a symphony Peace on earth good will towards men Piercing to the joints and marrow the Amen word's that formed you and I from on high in the valley of decision let them come nigh
From deep within a silence grows
Vastly spreading, yet no one knows
No one knows of what's to come
The Feeling is sudden, then it's done.
Often with pain, fits of sorrow
The Feeling leaves nothing, not even a morrow
With much haste, take one last breath
We all succumb to The Feeling of Death.
As soon as one angel falls,
the others declare him false.
Days are long and nights are short.
To last through time I will need an escort.
But yesterday I heard the news
my escort is gone, to heaven he flew.
I saw the feathers from his wings fell
in the lonely nights did time love to dwell.
Even so, I still need him nevertheless
though I know he's there, giving me his bless.
It's easy to walk with a pair of legs,
to fly with wings, not some wooden pegs.
The flesh was raw but now it has rot
with attempts to untangle this strangled knot.
I am in pain, in severe pain
and all this sadness do I wish to feign.
But he is gone, everything is gone.
Hopefully I'll live to see the upcoming dawn.
I have an Angel guiding and watching over me, every day and every night
When I’m alone and sad, I can feel the Angel hugging me tight.
My tears are been wiped away before they can even fall.
If only heaven had a telephone, I would make an everyday call.
My fears have been diminished for He is always at my side.
When I have no one to talk to, He’s the one that I confide.
This was His promise that He had made to me.
That He will always be here for me no matter what may be.
And till this very day, that promise is kept true,
For my Dad is my Guardian Angel still protecting me like He use to do.
You never leave my side
Even when I sleep
At my feet - you always abide
Angel I have no other friend
Quite as loyal as you
You are my one and only pink pooch
My little (supposed to be white) terrier cross
You are Angel by name - and by nature
I will always keep you - my Angel - by my side
© Brenda V Northeast 7th Feb. 2012
For Kristen Brunis, Last Chance-what would you take if your house was on fire
Compared to a snake that slithers and slides,
A tongue with a fork, he hisses and hides.
He's patiently waiting, he envies our death.
A mind fueled by sloth, and wrath on his breath.
He traps using snares, with sin as a curse.
He's evil and sly, his charm is rehearsed.
We're tempted by lust, gluttony and greed.
These actions are food, he needs it to feed.
Preventing the peace, his mission is clear.
To cause us all pain, our joy is his fear.
He covets our souls, to pride his command.
To enflame our hate, and rule as he planned.
He's tortured and burning in fires below,
A place for the wicked, a place without snow.
Deciphered as Lucifer, an angel that fell.
Only Gods' chosen people, the righteous prevail.
Prayer through kindness, and loving with care.
Shining swords of the saints, thrusted up in the air.
- Yours Truly
The air is drunk on the scent of trellised roses
Snails draw trails on a rain soaked white washed shed
Shapes draw eerie life like human poses
Stars reside among white clouds overhead.
I saw her framed in the arbor in your garden
Chatting with kids now raising kids of their own
Her visit did not illicit a word of pardon
She would be proud to see how they have grown.
My shadow a shimmering path across the grass
Invited me into worlds now torn apart
But present tense reigned over memories past
As my mind bowed gracefully to my longing heart.
I was not surprised or saddened by her presence
She is ever present in all that matters most
At times like this when I feel her very essence
I wonder who's alive and who's the ghost.
I'm leaving town on a backwood's quest
in this world even lions.. need their rest
Thoughts of this solo journey make me thrill
peaceful solitude for me is such a big deal
God knows in His Kingdom I work and invest
there's not another man that feels more blessed
God's chosen angels sometime need to heal
escape life's busy rush and get away to be still
Here, out in nature, is how healing is dressed
The lion regains his roar.. oh I'm so impressed
Angels regain their wings nature's curative pill
out here you touch heaven, you see and feel
Look at that girl, so short and sweet
Look at her angel wings lift her off her feet.
Look at her hair sway over her eyes
Look at her father hold her as she cries.
Look at her tears as they roll down her cheek
Look at what has happened to this girl so sweet.
Look at the life that she left behind
Look at the innocence that kept her blind.
Look at her lie deep in the ground
Look at the people making a miserable sound.
Look at that girl, so short and sweet
Imagine her angel wings lift her off her feet...
Exquisite and true copy of my soul,
I see my tomorrow in her.
A bliss from heavens she entered my life,
Really is the sparkle of my eyes.
Brought up with extreme delicacy and subtlety,
She is the best thing that ever happened to me.
A bundle of joy so affectionate,
Makes me forget the day's weary jade.
Greets with a smile that rejuvinates,
Bubbling with emotions ever and always.
Sweeter to a bee's envy,
An angel with a magic wand.
My prized possession, she's precious to me,
Never shall we part, she is unsliverable of me !!
"A dad's feelings for his
One night, a sweet young angel was sent by God to Earth,
To bring the people of the world, news of the Christ childs birth,
He travelled north and then went west, from south to east went he,
But not a soul would listen, as he sang out joyously,
"Behold" he cried "the lords own son is born to you this day"!
"he delivers all from evil, and will wash your sins away"
As God looked down, he shook his head, he knew they could not hear,
or recognise one angels voice, through ignorance and fear,
And so he sent a heavenly host, their voices filled the air,
then placed a star over Bethlehem, to guide his people there,
In the dim light of the stable, the angel wept with joy,
he knew god heard the peoples prayers, and sent this special boy,
So even if you are one voice, don't ever be afraid,
that god has never heard you, or watched you as you've prayed.
Feathers like satin, the color of gold,
That drop from her shoulders, a flight to behold.
Her cloak, like the evening which glows in between,
For when she looks at me, it can be seen.
When she moves 'round, the trees gaze in awe.
Twinkling brightly, hoping she doesn't swoop quite low.
For if she did, petals asleep would soon alight
Catching her and flinging her back into the night.
Little angel of the night sings a precious song
Which makes the bluebirds dance and croon along.
As they rock the moon which shows its face.
Watching and smiling at the angel's grace.
As she whispers of joy, going from star to star
Then gives me a kiss, blowing it from afar.
Until a golden light shoots across the sky
Waving to this angel as it passes by.
She laughs cheerfully to follow its glowing ray
Until it fades, leaving me in dreams of faraway.
In deep slumber I feel her heavenly voice,
A melody that tells me to wish, to rejoice.
Whispers Of Light Contest
Let’s play it by the tune
And see who’s a loon;
I’m a dancing Queen
I’m not a dancing bin!
13th March 2014
If God Made Me Immortal
By Rick Rucker
If God offered to make me immortal, so that I would ever be,
I would say “No thanks,” if I could not forever see,
The vision of the Angel that has saved me from the Fire,
She reached down into it, and put my Suffering on the pyre,
She took this old carcass, and made it feel young once again,
She has made me feel like a Giant among men!
She has healed my Soul, and set my Spirit free,
And gently holding Her is how I always want to be!
Living until Forever would not be Heaven without my Love,
Just the thought of it, sounds like Hell above!
I would much prefer to have a normal life,
With this Angel that has agreed to be my Wife!
When my time to pass comes up, I will be happy, don’t you see?
I know that soon, together, we will always be!
If Heaven is for Lovers, then our place is ready there,
You will see us running, holding hands, without a care!
I remember the day my daughter was born
Like she had been here before, but now reborn
Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest
When she came to mingle she had a different zest
She spoke so young and observed all around her
She would talk to herself in private confer
Then along came school with it's different surrounds
She became more outgoing as if on common grounds
Her early teens came she was like a stranger to us
She would recite ancients scripts and bring us to cuss
Feelings I felt having never known her at all
But the day I followed her, scrawling on the church walls
I see her scribing, ancient symbols and satanic verses
As she turns to me with Latin curses
She looks at me her eyes black that were green
Your no father to me my real fathers to be seen
My daughter my princess she falls to her knees
Her back rips open she smiles as if appeased
A black fluid appears, next a bulging mass
Dark wings unfold as I stare and gasp
She turns towards me again I can see pain in her eyes
Her eyes are now green and theirs tears in her cries
Daylight is now darkness, dancing shadows on walls
Black winged angels ringing humanities death knoll
Where my daughter is kneeling buildings are collapsing
The arrival, her father, as his black winged angels sing
I run to my daughter, masonry falls all around
As we collapse together on natures hallowed ground
She was never his daughter although she had been here before
For her eyes turned from black, because she loved me even more
We lie bloodied and bruised on natures battered floor
What happens when were gone, we have gone before
When I reached the surface I could smell their fear
From the depths of my dark they could sense I'm near
Their azure blue skies turned to darken sulky clouds
My cawing cacophony of followers, voiced their loud
Oh what pleasure it gave me knowing they'd find my goal
The darkened seeker sought, the last angel on their scrolls
Commotion, confusion abounded, taken to me was she
Silence was heard in her wings, now kneeling in front of me
Eyes of solemn righteous, now attract this leader of dark
As I stare into her pearly white, she views my wanting stark
To me now close in touch, thunderous clouds applaud my caress
Lightning strikes as I enter her world, in fall, her wings undress
Defrocked, taken forsaken, an incredible darkness now descends
Such power will emit when I surface again, can any race contend
At a corner standing in despair
I cried aloud into the midnight air
Brought my fists into a rage
Scowled at my lonely, self-hate
I had no friends or even close family,
All I had was my imagination, and it was driving me crazy
So I hollered and screamed like a wild banshee
Cursing the things I couldn't grasp in my psyche
The shadows stalked while my heart just bled
I was praying to God that within his next miracle I would be dead
Just like a relic an angel came to me
Eased me of my faults and lulled me into a dream
A beautiful world where hope is a beacon and despair is gone from sight
I grabbed her hand and remembered all of a sudden
Of love that gentle rhythm; and my depression escaped without a fight
So as my eyes twitched open and I quickly looked around
Just like that the angel was gone and so was my frown
If you read this poem please quote only this
In this world our love and compassion is the only thing that should exist
The gentle breeze upon my face
As you pass by me with all your grace…
You’re my mother that I loved and treasured on earth
You protected and guided me from my birth…
You are no longer with me on this earthly plane
But I know you are here all the same…
An Angel stalked my better-half through my mind
Questioning our flawless design
Angel: "What is a beast if you grant it introspection?"
Man: "It's still an animal, yet closer to imperfection."
"What is a dog with no will to live?"
"A dog with a will always has hope to give."
"But dogs cannot contemplate, they simply are."
"Yet humans can, is it an improvement or a scar?"
"Undying love is a gift you bear!"
"What good is it when it hurts to care?"
"That is the beauty of woman and man!"
"But what is it, what truth is there to understand?"
"That is for God to tell"
"If our questions go unheard, I'm glad we fell."
"You've only fallen if you fail to see."
"I don't see god, but I can feel the animal in me."
"You would deny your God given status?"
"If God made us so great, then why can't we kill the bestial urges inside us?"
"Some people dwell closer to sin."
"Yet none of us can handle the animal within."
"I cannot help you if you can't agree."
"Only if I agree you will set me free?"
"Only with the glory of God can we save you and your kind."
"You cannot help me, you are just within my mind."
With that the Angel fell dead
The man stared calmly toward nothing and shot himself in the head
Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall
You who all would uphold in slumber
Blind to a gaze refrained or stalled.
Amongst this lonely block of figures and sand
And thick, heated lines
You glide across water in whispers;
The divine scope of earthly kind.
You I had watched from this embankment
For days on end without question or hope
Enskied before me as light azure
Cool dream where pond turns to rivers slow.
Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall,
For at once you grip to the shadow’s hand
And draw through paths by the tone of his call.
He who is half in love with easeful death
Holds you like an ancient coin,
And raises glass above your breath
When markets make themselves purloin.
Bright Lotus of the lily pad
I cry for you cannot see the same,
Gaily look upon the water still
At once your face would seem to change.
And I cry out bright Lotus
Let it be known that you fear the fall,
For you run from reason and hide away
Clinging to the shadow’s pall.
My days were grim and my nights were long
Until the day I first heard my angel's song
Trying to get closer I went out on the sill
The singing got sweeter, from heaven it did spill
The songs were playing straight to my heart
Bringing new meaning to a life torn apart
I summoned her down to come sit next to me
I listened a bit, then sang, joining her harmony
We sang and we danced all through the night
A perfect lyrical romance, oh it seemed so right
We wrote and we sang as loud as we could
Singing to others, making this world good
With her at my side all my troubles were free
Since the day an angel was sent down to me
She was headed off to college at 18 years old,
News of the crash leaked out, and the mood turned cold.
She was the best person you could ever know,
When she danced with her team she put on a show.
Recently in Ohio, I found this rock,
With its angelic shape I found this cross-walk.
In the crosswalk I found my old best friend,
If only my heart could find a way to mend.
As a young country singer once sang,
“18 years have come and gone,”
It’s hard at this point, it’s hard to move on,
I guess it’s time to move down the line,
I need a reassuring sign to ease my mind.
Goodbye my friend, may heaven treat you well,
In the past, I will no longer dwell.
Hello my guardian angel, you are my eyes,
For you are with God, and He is wise.
Goodbye Tracie Lynn, you made people smile,
I’ll be there for you after a while.
Like a cloud of joy amid the sweltering summer...
Like a cup of hopes when Fate has the hammer...
Like a captivating flower combating foul smell...
Like silence murdered by the jingle of a bell....
Like a God when demons are all around...
Like a helping hand for the man fallen on the ground....
Like birds that paint the skies with beauty...
Like the Sun that foils the Night's notoriety...
Like a boat for a drowning lad...
Like a moment of smile amid a story sad....
Like the freshness of tea when one is alone...
Like the company of a pen when there is no one really own...
Like strength...like happiness....like laughter....
You are there in my life's every chapter...!
Not long ago, my wife did die,
I hoped to also, that’s no lie,
The reason that it did not occur,
Is that I did meet "Her."
In my life, there was no glee,
And I “knew” that there would never be,
“Special Love” happens once in life;
I had spent mine for my wife.
Still, I thought that I might find,
A friend that would ease my mind.
It started out innocently,
I signed up for Eharmony!
I knew I had very little chance
For a hot, passionate romance,
But if I were afraid to try,
Why not then simply die?
By now, you may have sussed,
That Love, for me, is a must.
Something in what she wrote,
Caused me to take special note.
I scrolled up to her photograph,
And it almost made me laugh!
That she would post a photo that bad,
And suddenly I wasn’t sad!
Now I had to see,
How she looked in reality
We set a date, and time, and place,
When we would meet, face to face.
Rose in hand, I arrived at the place,
Searching for this lady’s face.
No one looked remotely near
Her appearance, she hadn’t shown, my next fear!
In the midst of my self derision,
In the corner, sat a vision.
Looking like the work of an Old Master,
Hair of chestnut, her skin alabaster.
When she saw me, her lips did part,
Her smile hit me like an arrow in my heart!
I felt foolish to be carrying a rose
Anyone that sees us knows,
She is far too lovely to be with me
And that she would soon cut me free.
After that date, I waited a week,
My walking papers, I did not seek.
I asked her out again,
She said, for that, she had a yen!
That date went well, and a few more,
But she told me about her love score.
Her last relation had ended badly,
And she said that she couldn’t say “I love you,” sadly.
A hot poker, in my heart did stay
I tried to tell her every day
That if she loved me, I would try
To be the World’s most attentive guy
To do whatever she thought would be
The sign that I love her eternally.
Just when I sensed her impending loss,
An idea, my mind, it did cross.
Poetry I did write,
When she read it, it did ignite
A small fire in her heart,
And perhaps in every other part
Now she tells me every day,
The first thing, without delay
That she loves me, rare and true,
And there is nothing that I wouldn’t do
To keep this Angel satisfied,
And most of those I’ve already tried
I don’t know how long she’ll stay,
An Angel may have to fly away
If she leaves, I know I’ll cry
But I will love her ‘til I die.
A smile that is innocent as a newborn babe
One look at her will brighten your day
Young and spirited like a mare's new colt
She's such a joy to cuddle and hold
Her hair is like cotton, gently spun
This tiny Angel is a precious one
Her eyes of blue like the sky above
So kind and gentle and full of love
Her skin so soft and pale in color
Her beauty is rare, like no other
She has this way of making you giggle
Tickle her toes and she'll laugh and wiggle
Sometime's she's quiet and a little shy
But give her time, she'll come alive
She's fragile and delicate like a rose
She touches a heart everywhere she goes
She's like and Angel from Heaven above
A Tiny Angel so full of love
Copyright © 2004 Shari E Davis
Angel of light
Come lift my sights
Angel of grace
Come show your face
Angel of calm
Flood healing balm
Angel of peace
Let zest bring ease
Angel of joy
Spring fond employ
Angel of jest
Spread healing quest
Angel of hope
Let faith sculpt scope
Angel of fate
Inspire pure state
Angel of zeal
Hurl sure goodwill
Angel of play
Lead splendour's stay
Angel of charm
Guide heart's sure psalm
Angel of poise
Let truth find voice
Angel of day
Now show the way
Angel of night
Give glimpse of sight
Angel of mood
Align our good
Angel of work
Let laughter lurk
Angel of feel
Forge warm appeal
Angel of zest
Weave happy fest
Angel of mind
Let beauty blind
Angel of truth
Love brings grand proof
Angel of style
Send profound smiles
Angel of wit
Bring scents most sweet
02 August 2014
If I were an angel with angel power,
I'd sweep through heaven this very hour.
I'd tap each soul and quickly bring
their songs to earth within my wings.
I'd collect their joy in one giant gust
and sprinkle it out like fairy dust,
on all who wait and long for a glance
of their beloved in rapturous stance.
But if by chance it blew awry,
I'd gather clouds from a sunlit sky,
then swiftly send a caressing wind
and wrap them in love that has no end.
Love So Dear
Child always seemed to be very sickly
While weather outside was hot and prickly
Face was full of fever and looked red
Just like he was close to and almost dead.
What if my tiny child were to die today?
To him, what is last thing that I would say?
Loved him and he was important to me
This is last time precious son will ever see.
Time passed by slowly and it started to rain
On my window played a soft, lovely refrain
But now that my child is no longer here
He's in heaven, my son who I love so dear.
Crying can cure almost anything
But back my son will never bring
And while I am here in deep despair
God, with my son, His comfort will share.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Our son's name was and still is Jamie
who is our lost angel.
The blue balloon that danced around
Gracefully moving without a sound…
The coldness, on the side of my face
The laughing toy, you seemed to have embraced…
The miracles in life we often unearth
Why do we believe, they only come after birth…
And when we are sad and find it hard just to breathe
You have a special way of reminding us to believe…
I saw an angel smile at me
Heaven a waited
That’s where I want to be
I soldier came to lift me from the muddy ground
To heal my wounds
I know who I found
A gentleman and picked me up so I didn’t have to stand
Protected me and put me first
An angel put the ring on my hand
With love and adoration, I say this now to thee
That you are my true savior, an angel there for me
I wish to tell you freely, that you have changed my days
The sun now permanently smiles on me, it’s so lovely on display
I wandered many days in darkness before my meeting you
Then your aura changed all that, bringing brightness into view
The heat you emit so freely, the light that you always now shine
Makes me the happiest on the face of the earth, as this angel is now mine
On fluffy clouds, so billowy white
The angel sat, protecting night
In satin and linen with woven gold
The angel protected those in her fold.
The love from the skies, apparent indeed,
Is plentiful, wonderful and always so free.
Without asking with words or gestures at all
The angel stays perched and lets all love fall.
She comes from the cloud when danger is lurking
To save us from harm, let’s us know she is working.
She loves us because God gave her the right
To love us eternally, each day and each night.
With strength in her wings to comfort and keep
The angel too watches when we’re fast asleep.
Allowing the dreams of only beauty sublime
To enter our world both day and night times.