Does the past really matter?
Does it set you free?
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me.
Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch.
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.
Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night.
I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.
Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone.
My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time.
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided.
My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.
Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree.
Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013
Angel wings are not feathered but they are real,
Made from lighter stuff and stronger.
They have a metaphysical feel,
And last an eternity longer.
The feel of an Angel wing is not a sensation like touch.
It’s on a higher more philosophical plane.
The usual senses are only a crutch,
Like trying to explain snow while in the rain.
To feel an angel wing flutter,
One must “ know thyself ”,
And remove the “me” clutter,
To reveal the naked shelf.
You know that fellow that always angers you,
And makes you retaliate every time?
Remember recently when he was through,
You smiled and didn’t even mind?
And how with your children, you pray to be patient,
And cry and blow up instead?
Then why today, when they tried your patience,
Those were tears of joy you shed?
These experiences and many others,
When asked for in earnest prayer,
Are simply Angel wing flutters,
Teaching us how to live and care.
These are the feel of Angel wings,
Not privy to the usual five,
But made of heavenly things,
Sublime, real, ..fully alive.
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012
To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
I watched angels fall from grace today
I wondered how could this be
I looked to the heavens to ask
How could this have happened
How could angels fall so fast
I stood there I watched angels falling
I wondered how could this be
For aren't angels a part of thee
He looked down at me and said
"Yes my dear" indeed they are
But you see I gave them free will
When I set them free
Until they come back to me
I felt a tear roll down my check
As I stood in silence and watched
Then I laughed and I thought
HE should of chose me
Then he would of seen
That I would never be
An angel who fell from grace
I watched angels fall from grace today
I ask myself how could this be
Why would the powers that be
Ever let such a thing happen
Then I looked up and I saw me
I was the one falling from grace
I remembered He once told me
You will have free will "till "
you come back to me
So I'll let you be
I watched an angel fall from grace today
But than I realized that it was me
As I looked into that mirror
I saw her starring back at me.
9,13,2010 4pm Monday
Since I was little I've thought about angels falling, must be the catholic church .
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2010
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
I am Reality’s angel
resting on the broad shoulders of discovery
the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target
ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you
there is a creator of all things
He is just and patient
many still have fallen into the masses of shadow
wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy
I have seen grown men fall like rose petals
and weaklings rise into unjust leaders
forever the follower of furtive evil
dominating only to remain inferior
the most important answers lie in the unseen regions
where no sense can fully give assurance
the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn
grows weary because of the distance it must take
and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates
it is knowing we are seeking something far
that could very possibly not exist,
that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense
it is knowing all we really think we know
and yes—even a lie
all that has been written thus far rests under my wings
under the warmth in which you refuse to feel
can you believe in me—
though I am completely unseen?
how much more difficult would it be to see
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
As I was on an errand today
I had nothing on my mind
Until I saw the carcass of an unfortunate deer
And noticed the scavengers quite near
I felt in pain
His loss their gain
I remembered something
I was told quite young
When someone dies
A baby is born.
Then I began to think
Whose place was it I did take
Was it a man?
Was it a woman?
Was he or she young?
Or was he or she old?
I seriously felt
It was a man
It is he who is my Guardian Angel
And I wanted to reach out and take his hand
Was he a country or a city man?
Was he born in the 1800’s or the 1900’s I asked
Was he from this country or a foreign shore?
Oh the questions there are so many more
Was he in the war?
Was he safe from harm?
Or was he hurt
And lost an arm?
Did he marry?
And were there children, I asked
How many grandchildren were there
Who sat on his lap?
You are so near
Yet so far
Now that I question
Who you are
How many times did I disappoint him
Through out my time on earth
Did he like my singing?
Or did his ears I hurt?
Was his hand on mine as I painted
The mountains the skys and the seas
Or on the steering wheel when my attention was lax
Was he there to help save me
Did he help with my tests in school
In order to ensure my future goal
Did he approve of my choice
As I chose a school on the Nebraska soil
I know he was there when I was wed
And he approved of the life we led
Maybe he even beamed
As our four children came upon the scene.
He is here to help me see
The wonders God has made
And prepare myself for the final day
When I approach the Golden Gate
Maybe it is then I will know
Who died so I could be born
I’ll thank him for he did his best
Then ask God to give him, eternal rest.
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2008
We are Soul
Please believe me
Just relax and you will feel me
Whispering to you in your dreams
I am you and you are me
Always together for eternity
We are one
Can't you see?
Always forever never apart
Living and loving right from the start
Come let us run for tomorrow awaits
Waking is so very hard to take
You know me in your sleep
But you forget me when you rise
Please believe in me
Copyright © Colin James Platt | Year Posted 2014
It's the pain laced cold reality check
crashing winds hurricane blowing
the tail end landing with news processed
Suffering human rights ignored pains
through prides green eyes
a legion filled with envy
money signs the pact
Your a joke monster of a devil
whom mocks and violates this earthly gift
who armed Isis
Or any other of these so called rebel groups
world terrorists are to blame bullies
for such deadly sins taking life's of your fathers sons
They will curse you
to hell and back forever
the damned armed
with the devils tools
destruction of humanity creeps closer
Crawling dark matter
from the dirty underworld
dead bones rise
scattering ash burns to dust
Blood of our brothers and sisters spill
upon grounds seeking peace
sins with their poisonous greed
Oil is now the dark matter reaping souls
without Divine mercy kills with hate
His judgement comes on the final day
they hide in the mountains of who they are
Claiming to be something
they are not humane
begs the question inside truth
World dominating powers invade
with bombs to dominate and destroy a world's grace
Doomsday is there no end
to your horrid need for suffering
Your games Satan faceless entity
hiding in the shadows
a snake turns against God's seals
without spine dark matter
Think human morals out seriously
They have gone upside down deciding fate
our future generations life children cry
in the drop of a hat inside core
Out of this world
tilting balance towards revelations
trial of life
we see answers unfolding
blinded no more by falseness
good against evil begins the battle
I believe in faith
a great source
holding power over hate
so my prayers are for peace
dove of an angel sings the joy
with love and understanding
the book of good conduct
God blesses all those afflicted deeply
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
With or without wings
I hear her heart sing
what she does to me
the whole World can see
and what her love brings
Heaven has sent
guided by light
leads me to right
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
Oh how beautiful the day you gave to me
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
Lord I desire your ways and your rest to see your hand touch my life
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
I stand and look inside my soul
The way you make things unfold
The little things Lord they make me new
The touch of the wind gives me life from you.
The flowers and there fragrance are lifting me up
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
Your ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
The woman you made when you set me free.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
All poems are copyright!©
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
Reveling in her mystery
An unknown aura touches
The shoulder of her guardian soul
Protecting it, eternally on her watch.
She inhales in perfect beauty
Embracing the images mind
In majestic grace, she held captive
With isolated thoughts, the sands of time.
The spirit moved in quick response
To what lay, in that moment of time
She reached inside the physical realm
Righting that moment to unwind.
She held the few granules of time
Knowing a life was saved today
The angel held out her hand
Knowing divine love, saved the day.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2012
A far away rumbling draws near,
An eerie calm, ensues all things,
Silence reigns, nature holds,
Carried upon shifting winds
Hear soft whispers calling, beware.
Heavens valets brake open,
Lightening flashes splitting the,
Castaways refugee, descends,
Do not forsake me.
Death's shadows dance to and fro.
A crumpled figure lies motionless,
Bare pale flesh, warmed only by,
Mangled wings tattered remnants.
White feathers drifting aloft,
Sorrows innocent victim beseeching,
Forgiveness on bloody grounds,
Reminder a fallen angel.
All grace replaced by broken,
With trembling hands, bony fingers,
Scratching at loosened soil.
Here she makes a holy symbol,
The sign of the cross.
Forgiving lord, heavenly father.
Bring me home unto thee.
In shroud's pitch blackness,
Beneath darkness’s abyss.
God weeps, behold gentle rains,
Thy lost lamb seeks salivations solos.
Redemption’s everlasting light,
Shines from above.
Guiding kindred’s dearest child to,
Loves unspoken embrace.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014
Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,
Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away.
Contest: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponser: Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015
Last night I had a dream, it had a tale to tell,
I dreamed I saw an Angel the poor thing wasn't well.
His body bruised and battered, his wings were ripped and torn,
he looked as if he wished that I was never born.
I walked up to him and I asked, "Angel how can this be"?
He turned around and paused a bit then spoke these words to me.
I am your Guardian Angel a great task as you can see,
You've run a muck all your life look what it's done to me.
These bruises are from shielding you in times both dice and ill,
Those dangerous things you had used I often paid the bill.
See my wings are ripped and torn, a noble badge that I wear,
How often they have flown you from evil unaware.
Each Mark is its own story of deadly wounds destroyed,
You've made me wish more than once that I was unemployed.
If only you could make it and stand up on your own,
Oh don't you fret or worry you shall not be left alone.
But please try to remember that I'm getting old and frail,
we'll see if you can help yourself only time will tell.
I could not believe all I'd heard let alone how much he cared,
I sat and wept upon his shoulder then left in despair.
The next morning I pondered all the things that I had done,
And that's when the transformation hit, my life had finally begun.
So I made a final decision to change my life and try,
and in the distance I thought I heard a frail old Angel cry...
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016
She bounced right off the inkling
. . . . . . . . . golden rings and tinker bells winking
on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
through the galaxies spinning
. . . . . . . . . aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
atwist amidst anticipating ...
on Halley’s comet tail she flew
. . . . . . . . . in the genius of a snowflake parade
in search ... in search
. . . . . of something he once said
to the atmosphere on a cloudy
. . . . . . . . . day
over rooftops flurried in December snow
in a glance of her cosmic smile,
. . . . . . . . . she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
sang songs of fields of poppies soon
budding beneath the snow,
. . . . . . . . . and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
upon the world
and the earth shimmered in many colors
and gave praise
. . . . . . . . . and the angels came and fetched her up ~
and He smiled.
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2011
Oh Holy Spirit you lifted me without wings
I was overjoyed flying
inside a warm celestial glow
tears falling golden love
Raising up inside joy sings a Host
With crystals shining sparkles
rainbows your light misting promise
I got so much happiness in news tonight
Blessed is You oh Lord
who has just brought me great light for a future ahead
one off the purest kind touched by an angels hand
To feel a warmness lifting all pain deep inside
saying be proud off love as it's a gift
pure Heavenly fluttering warmest wings
I felt my soul elevate dancing on air
lifting to the Heaven's in a song
In your Holy name Master one bows in Grace
Clouds pearly white mixed with the softest blue
floating dancing white mixed mother of pearl
on air breathing warm angel wings
Rejoicing in one prayer Holy Lord
in love I honor beautiful
Thank you for granting me
my lifetime wish come true
truly a gift I say
Amen Holy Father
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
In the northern heavens her essence so vivid
My constant seraphic star
Basking within her gloriousness warming
Cleaves to me from distances far
Guiding my pathway on night lit Earth
Keeping my course right and true
Holding back storms until I reach my safe haven
To witness the next dawn rise anew
Those nights when cover clouds her features
Her radiance rushes in on the winds
Blessing my journey seeing me home safely
Forgiving my ways absolving my sins
Morning starts breaking and my cherub starts fading
Past the horizon waters falling so deep
Awaiting the rising of her mettle so tender
Of that maternal star light unique.
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2006
Close your eyes
And dream you had wings
For you were graced
And the harps did sing
All around you
In the celestial sky
Are the gracious of many
Let me tell you why
For we can not see
What we want there to be
For out there
Winged angels are free
They are hidden shadows
But covered we are not all
For life is living
And some of us fall
Live your life
And live it true
In your background shadows
An angel walks for you
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Did those lichen covered lips really smile?
Was it simply my imagination,
or were her eyes following me?
Her wingtips twitched slightly
and I knew it was true:
those stone ears could hear
every note of the birdsong
and her chiselled nostrils
smelt the roses I placed in the vase
at her marble feet.
Before I left, I thanked her for watching
over my son as he slept in peace.
Written 15th June for Constance’s Angels in Cemeteries
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2011
Sometimes in our life an angel comes,
To spend some time with us below.
The time may last but only a short time,
Or it may last a life time filled with love.
Sometimes in life an angel comes
To guide us along when life is rough
And our faith is low. They come
And stay until we are on our way.
Sometimes when life seems all down hill'
An angel comes to clear the way,
To bring the sun on a cloudy day.
God sent you an angel to light your way.
As much joy as she brought to you'
You also gave to her when your lives entwined.
Within you she will always be.
So when your heart is down and sadness is around
Just reach down deep inside and feel
The warmth of her love come shinning through'
For she will always be but a kiss away.
Sometimes in life an Angel comes
To bring to you the comfort of God's love.
Copyright © Patricia Edwards | Year Posted 2012
I see that they are grieving,
But I know I'll be ok,
The Angel sitting next to me,
Has come to take away...
The doubts that I am having,
All the pain that I am in,
Forgiving my discretions,
And the last time that I sinned...
The loved ones that surround me,
Drown in tears of disbelief,
As I try and raise my hand,
To bring some solace to their grief...
But the rhythm of deep thumping,
Of my heartbeat thru the bed,
Resonates a fading frequency,
That's slowing down instead...
As the Angel helped me rise,
After taking my last breath,
Took a look into my eyes,
And blessed the body that was left
I don't know just what I'm feeling,
But I'm glad it took so long,
As I float above the ceiling,
Filling gospel with my song...
In the distance I see heaven,
Just beyond some pearly gates,
And I hope the lord is willing,
To forgive all my mistakes...
I'll miss my friends and family,
But dare not turn around,
As they celebrate the life of me,
Without making a sound...
You see there's something deeper,
So someday they'll understand,
When their Angel becomes keeper,
They will gently take their hand...
And point in a direction,
That they'be never seen before,
Which may seem like reflections,
Looking thru another door...
And the robe that I am in,
Will never cast a shadow,
Since the light comes from within...
Now I'm on the other side,
With angels next to me,
Though my body may have died,
An angel set me free...
Copyright © Terry Ledwell | Year Posted 2011
Reception At The Heavenly Destination
( Tribute to- The Last Journey.)
Home far away in that shrinking mist of light
this moment is for earthly mortal passing
Up ahead glows a brilliant golden Heavenly sight
one that any imagination fails in surpassing.
Well, the big gate opens, music hits my ears
I feel the angels now serenely flying
Here rests no sin, anger, hate or earthly fears
Truth living here banished all the lying.
Trumpets are now sounding, soft blasts that sing
joy and laughter now invading this soul
All is faith and love in a huge blazing golden ring
high above us, a throne on Holy hill's knoll
Earth and its memories now seen in a new light
pain and sorrow sent forever far away
All is sweet daylight, banished is dark of night
"Our Savior's Welcome" tis' all the angels say!
"Approach my son", booms out from throne on the hill.
Your soul is most welcome, as it is my Father's will!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-21-2015
Written as promised to Peter, my tribute to his great poem,
The poem above was inspired by Peter Duggan's great poem,
from his most recent poetry book,
titled -The Last Journey......
The Last Journey
I am going home , my song is over
The actor rests, his time has come
I am going to cross that mystic river
And gaze upon that clear bright sun.
Well I can hear the whisper calling
And telling me "your time has come"
The image dies the mask is falling
No more the many, there's just the one.
As energy is dissipating
All worldly cares they wilt to nil
There's no more wrath , there's no more hating
There is no thing just a space so still.
I say goodbye to all who knew me
But do not grieve me when I'm gone
I'll rest in peace my friends but someday
I'll come again to sing my song.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
You tought me is ok to cry when your around,
And held me high ,when my world was falling down,
You hug me tight ,to prove you care,
And in time, you knew my pain,
A silent pain that I have always hide behind my smile,
You read my thoughts ,like a poem,
Every word made your heart pound,
"you are important"... thanks now I have no doubt,
You tought me to face reality ,but never stop dreaming,
I slowly watch as my dreams faded,
I am a college drop out,
You can say on my graduation, i never made it,
But in your words,you made me sound like a hero,
mom was almost dieing,
She had no pills,
I started working trying to pay her medical bills,
I lost more friends than what I have receive,
I am thankful to have you as a friend,
Staying by my side to thick and thin,
You came to my life in the right moment,
Like an angel from heaven,
You fell landing in my heart,
Making the end just the beginning,for me to start,
Hopefully one day I can hold you,as tight like you hold
I love how amazing you are,
Smart ,silly,and kind,
With a beautiful soul,
You guide me with your love ,like the light I see in you,
Best of all,you don't look at me like a joke,
Or the tears of a clown,
Thanks,you thought me is ok to cry,when your around...
Always Laura :)
Copyright © Guillermo Soto | Year Posted 2013
I thank the Lord you came my way
I thank Him for each and every day
He sent a special angel to me
In a friend ,who was meant to be,
A friend, for eternity.
Someone to pick you up
When you stumble and fall
Someone you know you can call
Someone when you are down
Knows just when to come around
I thank the Lord for the angel sent to me
A friend for eternity.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2007
You believe your better than me?
Just because of the bruises you see?
So why don't you just hit me again, hit me
Your afraid because I now know who I am
Your deranged your the one who can't understand
Your nothing to me your a silly boy not a man
I will no longer sit in misery and hear your cries
I will no longer listen to your stupid and pitiful lies
As you fall to your knees and say your sorry,
For the blue and black bruses you had put on me,
And after another night of pain I dry my tears
For I can hear the voice of an angel near
I can mouth out the words there almost clear
For the angel says : "I am with you do not fear"
And then the voice fades and dissapears
I then think to myself what have I been doing here
How I have lived like this for many years
As I see him rest on the bed
With his arms wide open and spread
Vodka in one hang and the bible in the other
I tuck him in on both sides of the covers
I take one look at him and then at the door
A voice says: "Go you just can't take anymore"
But I say what if it gets better what if he can change
But what if it doesn't what if he just stays the same
If I step out what will be there for me
I then think about our past and all of our history
I can't take it he's gone insane
He's not the man I married on our wedding day
And as I walk out with my suitcase in one hand
I look at the trailer park and can't understandd
Reaching for the hope seeing the sun rise up
All I think now is what else the Lord will fill in my cup
Copyright © Amanda Gardner | Year Posted 2011
The Golden Winged Angel Arrives
I saw a horse, its rider cloaked in flames
galloping downhill into a stream.
Creature was cursing, shouting out names
evil living in that nightmare dream.
Following, raced demons of various stripes
clawing into defending soldiers true.
Shouting darkened curses, vile evil types
swearing death was mankind's due!
Drinking blood of their victims slain
eating, biting into human flesh.
Feasting on gore and the cries of pain
as the weak and fallen they thresh.
I saw a winged demon fly into the mêlée
each swoop crushing victims down.
Coal black and so very massive was he
with finger bones on his crown!
Battle raged on, desperate was the fight
death grew, as did agonizing cries.
Carnage and misery ruled that dark night
souls casted in hell as a crow flies.
All seemed lost, miracle could only save
those men battling dark forces.
No bodies buried in a celebrated grave
flesh eating, this menu's courses!
I saw bright flash, thunder echoing sound
demons instantly started to fall.
Their black bodies sank into the ground
upon a Golden angel's first call.
Light had arrived to oppose darkest foes
prayers had summoned this power.
Demons lay about in their death throes
faith gave victory in the last hour!
With victory cry, Golden angel flew away
survivors soon fell to bended knees.
Victory race in, gallant men fell to pray
God hears and acts on faithful pleas!
Waking, found dream had indeed been true
I saw specks of blood upon my bed.
Yet, there found was an even better clue
gold-dust glitter shining on my head!
R. J. Lindley
Feb. 25th, 1981
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015