Poem for a sleeping child
There’s a wish to wander in your cool innocence
and cruise the thoughttides of no
responsibility—so easily you wipe your
shoeless feet on the ever waiting door
mat of socialization. How can I help you keep your
tender "souls" intact—your tread from
wearing thin out of align so as not to
fall flat. Your easy grace put to an
unfair test of ill-will winds blowing
carelessly at your soft back. I long for your sweet
calm at rest so deep so empty filled with
solid happiness—you know you are loved
beyond any measure that’s human or infinite. If
I could walk with you for a moment and peek
quietly at your conscience-----but no-it's yours
and no Dooleys allowed. Forgive me to
want to intrude on your ever pleasant play-would you
share with me like the kernel of rice or
squashed raisin-I might, but only if we all
can go. Keep it hold it for as long as you
can-as it suddenly disappears without a trace
never to be found again lest you become your
own sondaughter and learn to bask on
the outside looking in—---and be content. I
will live to never intrude on your soulspace,
but will always knock first. I am sorry ahead
of time for any pain I cause—for my mat
was torn treaded , muddy and ragged—my
sleep had no wanting witness. But I promise
to watch over you all ways.
Dave Collins collincd. Song, Poem for a sleeping child, by Kevin Ubanks
On the wings of two angles I was brought into this world…
My mother and father I’ve called them since I first spoke,
To their arms I ran when I first walked…
When my heart was not calm
Their love would come…
When no one believed
They saw what others couldn’t see
When I would cry
With a calm sigh they would smile
And the whole world would stop and the pain would die…
They taught me to not lie…
They taught me to be human…
On the wings of two angels I was brought into this world…
My mother…her beauty puts the stars to shame….
My father…his heart stronger than all the men that walk among us…
I thank my lord for giving me
The biggest treasure on this world,
Love that is clearly out of this world…
Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road
But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone
You are one of the people whom I admire the most,
I always think to send u in Heaven a post;
Your absence pierces the heart,
Desire to have my name in your good chart;
Long since there no one to tell the stories,
Ramayana and Mahabharata whose heroes enchanted their glories;
Evening walks are missing you,
Alone here needs who say words true;
I haven't experience the death's pain,
The way to get close to God as only gain;
Today sleeping doesn't bring the happiest moments,
Request to God to get me the those days in rent;
I am residing there from where you never came back,
But I know I am filled with people with whom my heart never sag;
Losing u at a very small age of mine isn't so good,
I haven't thought u can be so rude;
Often my dream witnesses u,
Your smile, your goodness everything in u;
The traditions followed by you and from the family attracted me,
The need of hour requests u to stand aside me;
The art of archery taught by u,
Never from my mind in these years this technique flew;
Rudeness can never be in your nature,
The Strongest had given so much in your treasure;
You live in my heart, my instincts,
Patiently waiting for last 15 years to make my problems fix it;
My facebook cover photo to have you underneath a big reason,
Atleast there you are present in my dimension;
Love and emotions between us kept me alive till today,
My memory never gonna skip your birthday;
Wish I could be your stick for your support,
And I have been there to obey your order as your TV's remote;
May there be less time to meet you in Heaven,
Cherishing again the golden days among two men.
Keeper Of The Woods
By: Kitty Jones
He stands 7 ft. 8 or so we are told,
When they tell us the stories of long ago.
At night he roams through the woods with care,
Loving on every creature, all that is there.
People say he’s a big strong man,
Big broad chest, yet long thin hands.
They say when the night it clear
And the stars are shining so.
If you listen really close you can hear him talking to Doe’s.
They call this man the Keeper of The Woods.
Mans ways about life he never understood.
They spoke of him as being gentile and loving in all his ways.
Giving back the gift of life that God had given him every day.
His love was shared with everything around
From the birds in the air to the grass on the ground.
I was told a story of someone setting a fire,
The flames would not go out they just kept getting higher.
The fire burned 3 days and nights,
Killing everything, nothing left in sight.
They say at certain times of the year as you look across the land
You can see the figure of a 7ft 8 inch man.
And if you come back 3 days later you’ll be amazed at what you see.
A 7ft 8 inch man crying on his knees.
I don’t think that anybody really understood.
The simple loving blessed life of the Keeper of the Woods.
Dee’s father bought a fancy, family sled
to her amusement and joy
He shocked the town pulling this sled around
With his good, shiny Model T Ford
Memories run through Dee’s mind
At the family hardware store,
she would climb the latter up to the loft
and sit inside the sled stored there,
reflecting on cool-warmed times-
a father’s smile…a heart sublime
-For my Grandma Dee
May 30, 2014
I never met Grandpa
so I do not know
if he ever went dancing
or stubbed his toe.
But I do know
Grandma loved him.
And Grandma died
when was in 8th grade.
So we didn't talk
I am afraid.
But I do know
Grandpa loved her.
Alms Inn, there is the place again, and here
I, far away, muse in the house I grew
O this village of my love, has grown too
The golden hills with lilacs filled, the sweet
Soft of morning dew, and my dusty feet
Leaving his brighter sun for school and care
Whilst he with poetic dreams filled the air
And orange blossoms buzz with fragrance fair
And O, orange blossoms buzz when
In my mind I hear his voice again.
Father, fragile though festive fold of hills
Where drought walks dissonant on dribbled dreams
Your memory abides here still, and bright streams
Of laughter where you paced or sat unveiling
History and poetry and farmed feeling
Of the world. Like a nightingale's voice spills
Through the village gate, sublime as sacred thrills
The organ dissipates, and crannies fills
With thy deep eloquence and pride
And thy wide eyed child by your side.
Regal of an African line, birth low
Amidst the Maroon bramble, up you came
Out of the German mire of blood, a flame
Carrying bushman and midwife through night
The falcon feathered for the frolic of flight
Over foreign spires, in the bright rainbow
Father, still your footsteps that path does show
Mud deep, bright towards the future we go
Athlete, scholar, tempest and mist
Man above men will foes insist
And I today churn in praise my new lines
Waking like a womb of fresh beginnings
A virgin voyage of my form, deep gleanings
Of the mind's creativity. I bring
It, tribute to you, blush before my king
For whose awesome form my love matchless pines
Seeking your worth in joys of new designs
To carve your honor on our human minds
First of our black place to unfold
Upon white space petals of gold.
This proud veterinarian, this wave
That pulse across the Caribbean's shores
This first in rank in all the shackled chores
This noble patron of the arts, this child
Of business, that upward through nights here toiled
To say I am free, stir now gloomy grave
You shall not hold him forever a slave
When jubilee comes, and our God shall save
For of all the joys that is known
He loved his God, and grace was shown
Time and us are leashed memories
With time I tell love's true stories
And so its oft, when love in fancy strays
I to Alms Inn, where my boyhood still plays
In St. Elizabeth, behind the brimmed drays
Here in white pattern of dust I reclaim
The glory of my father, all my name
For we are nothing who have no past, sir
No identity the shard soul to stir
Shorn from the traditions of father's ways.
Father Poppy, The Mr. Everyman----
Mr. Security, Mr. Predictability,
Mr. Easily Lovable!
I love you, Dad---
If you sat down and
though about it for
just one moment,
You would see that you
are Mr. Everything to me,
to your precious grand-daughter
Maddie, to your two beloved sons,
and to my mother,
your life-long partner and confidant.
Your life is a fine example
of security and love,
wrapped in a blanket of warmth
and knowing you will always
be there, no matter how high
the tide gets!
c2013 Julie Rasley
A father figure, worth his guarantee,
Amaro, his name (like tomorrow), here you see,
a Latin name which means a bitter tree.
Amaro spurned his name with faith as master key.
When duty called, he, Pop, was nominee.
Amaro, regardless would harbor family.
His son had died by accident, a cop,
three tiny tots were blessed to live by neighbor Pop.
When Mommy left, wound tighter than a top,
three youngsters found a lifelong rest that would not stop.
Pop took them on and raised them in his shop;
three teenage boys still love him best, a sturdy prop.
They’d learned his trade with expertise, he knew.
In auto skills, he’d taught them well. He’d trained his crew
to understand when customers are few
in people skills, we need to take an open view.
He soon found out when bills are overdue
in business skills, the three could teach him something new.
You've read right here, of how to climb the ropes,
Amaro understood. His faith has raised my scopes;
he made mistakes, I never heard him mope.
Amaro understood that raising boys takes hope.
Three lively guys who pushed his envelope,
Amaro understood, a Pop who learned to cope.
for Giorgio's Sketch a Character contest, iambic pentameter
by Reason A. Poteet
24 lines: alternating pentameter/hexameter lines with monorhyme per 6 line stanza.
A similar poem using some of the phrasing in the last stanza above, I published at All-Poetry on 13 Dec 2014 but this ode is much longer with a imagined character and more detail. The original piece is still intact, an acrostic, An Inspiration - Amarah
It was just around mid-morning
I recall exactly what I was doing
The feeling felt all too familiar
The vibe was peculiar
I had that unmistakable hunch
I guessed what was nigh, the crunch
My phone rang, not once but twice
I was tempted to let it beep thrice
But nay, not on this day, not today
The news that came crushed my Sunday
Dad had passed on, Dad was no more
I cried not but my heart tore and felt sore
My life had instantaneously changed
A novel void had just been created
Mum would be all alone
Save for six sons loving her to the bone
We will not despair but hang together
Duty bound to take care of our mother
It’s a sad sight to see the family deteriorate
But dad's life gave us something to emulate
He granted us, his children a chance in life
He always was very faithful to one wife
He taught us well till the age of seventy three
Now who will be the new root for our family tree?
We have uncles and aunts, cousins and nieces
But no one to properly anchor the jumbled pieces
Without him, we are but lost and fragmented
We are like a team dismayed and all so disjointed
We’re gradually losing a generation
That’s why I cry for my true champion
My hero, my idol, role model, my icon
Dad, there is nothing that I wouldn’t do
Just to spend another day with you
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,
smell of flowers in the spring
...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
making flavored coffee
a drink in the morning.
What religion has created through the ages
is a false gospel with much incredibility;
a helpless Christ on that cross...
instead of a resurrected One
ascending to His glory;
He's still mocked and alone!
Faith is stronger than religion,
it trascends all souls
in search of truth and hope;
and it can't be taught by words alone!
Faith was the stronghold
of prophets and saints!
Let it become our fortress
in the days of weakness,
and fervently pray with confidence
that no harm will come from others!
The sacrificial altar needs no lamb,
the ultimate sacrifice was made...
the reconciliation between Man and God,
and a Mediator to atone every sin committed;
many still believe in a harsh punishment...
by demons who dwell in Hell!
Let's be like David who exalted Jehova God always,
and proclaimed His greatness for all ages!
Let's fear no man, but trust in the God of Moses...
who parts our waters in troubled times,
and lets us walk safely to our shore;
let's be as faithful as they were!
The angels smiled the day you were born ,
To your mother Janne and your father Shawn.
Everyone's dreams came true
And that Anine was because of you.
On the 23rd. of October you entered the world,
A momentous ocassion more priceless than gold.
Your ruby red cheeks , that cute little mouth,
That is really what life is about.
Those almond shaped eyes that cute button nose,
A combination of both parents I suppose.
You're truly a treasure and mummy's pearl
You're also daddy's adorable baby girl.
Big brother Henrik will protect you from harm
When he holds you tenderly in his arms.
Two loving hearts coming together
You really are birds of a feather.
You are the proof that true love reigns supreme,
By the timely arrival of this tiny human being.
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay,
I promise I will do my bed,
I promise I will never lie,
Mother, not a tear I will make you shed,
I promise I will never let you cry,
You are all that I live for,
I will give you all you need and more,
Heaven is under your feet,
Your image is so sweet,
We may fuss and fight, but when you smile,
It makes the struggle worthwhile,
Mother, you are a soul made of perfection,
I am living due to your protection,
My entity is a reflection,
Of you, I want you to be proud of me, for I fear your rejection,
You are my earth,
You loved me for fourteen years, and nine months before birth,
I grew up in you,
I lived life with you,
Your heart shines down on me like the sun,
You cannot be compared to anyone,
You are a seraph,
I feel emotionally painful when I look at your photograph,
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay...
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay,
Your wise words dwell in my young soul,
Your presence makes me whole,
You make me laugh with all the clowning that you do,
I miss you more and more everyday, you haven't got a clue,
An eternal life of bliss with you I am living in now,
I always come crawling back to you somehow,
You are always saving me from myself; you catch me when I fall,
Father, you are the only one who really knew me at all,
I can vividly remember,
One chilly night in December,
You held me close, and I felt your pure heart beat,
That icy bitterness within me you did defeat,
One day you shall open your beautiful big brown eyes,
And find that I have raised your name to the seventh sky,
I promise you Father, I will forever be your ally,
And make you so proud, you will want to cry,
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay…
If I could, I'd turn back the hands of time to capture every sweet memory and trap them in
I'd hold your hand a little tighter, talk to you more, and laugh until we cried.
Never miss a chance to be right by your side.
Yes, DAD there are so many things I'd do so differently now that I won't have the chance to
And as the winds of our time blow ever so sweetly in my ear; Everyday I find myself wishing
you were still her
This is my pain and I live with it as I should; to change it would be a blessing only IF I
My Father is astounding
In so many way's
And the nature
Is all about him
From His ample
Solitary Life of being
And with a Heart of Gold
May the Lord fully bless Him
With Mind, Body and Soul
- Fore -
He adapts' and mutates'
When ever their is a need
A need that need be
Surely there is a place
For Him in Heaven
So, I pay homage' to Thee
Fore, He is my Father
A Father like no other
Dedicated to Charles A. Jefferson SR
Of Portsmouth, VA 23701 on Fathers' Day June 2011
Woman, she is
A mother of five
Man, he is
A father of five
In a life
Of ups and
The four walls
The woven rug
And in the throbbing shadows,
Of fear and joy, they are waiting
Eagerly, for me, to come out
Now,the pumpkin is ripe,
we're only a few days from the year's first mealie cob.
The cows are giving us lots of milk,
taken in the round it isn't a bad year at all-
if it weren't for your father.
Your father's back is back again
and all the work has fallen on my shoulders,
your little siblings are doing fine at school,
only Linda's becoming a problem.
You'll remember we wrote you-did you get our letter?
-you didn't answer-you see,since your father's back started,
we haven't been able to raise enough to send Linda to school,
she spends most of the time crying alone;
it's mainly because because of her that I'm writing this letter.
I had thought you would be with us last xmas,
then I thought maybe you were busy
and you'll make it at easter-
it was then your father nearly left us son,
then I thought I would come to see you soon before the cold season sets in-
you know how I hate that time of year-but then your father went down again
and this time,worse than any other time before.
We were begginng to think he would never see another sowing season.
I asked your sister Linda to write you,but your father wouldn't agree
-you know how stubborn he is when he has to lie in bed all day
or,gets one of those queer notions of his that everybody is deserting him!
Although we had to borrow a little from those who have it
to treat your father,and you know how he hates borrowing!
That's all I want to say.
I do hope you would be with us soon.
It's so long ago since we saw you last,
-I hope this letter finds you still at the old address,
the only address we know.
like last leaf
to a velvet
such a lovely
scene, from painted
prose of God,
of which thru his artwork
reminded me of
holding sweet mama,
‘til he was being
into manhood, by the thrilling
wings of her olden days.
Your earth is calm my lord after all these centuries
of pain and disdain when man was to blame for
constant shame in your name. You asked in long
times past that your creation was in image of sacrifice and
the life you lay down for your people was to bring forth blessing
in your holy steeple. In light of martyrs that cried out for mercy on the
mount that you preach your praise and glory all children are pure with
out worry. To walk in the path of grace to whom this land was your chosen
place i worship the everlasting and cast aside those in midnight
passing. My heavenly father in which your house i must dwell i turn away
from chaos and wash my hands of Satan and his sin only to allow your light
to heal me from with in. May all of your people follow your gospel with the same
strength as your brave apostles worthy is your name my lord glory in all things
we must change is your name my father Amen.
O Heart, cry for this new joy...
I am no longer saddened
and clinging to despair;
I can't imagine the sublime feeling
overwhelming me with ecstacy...
and nothing can put out my ardor!
This is a deserving gift from Heaven,
God heard me and purified me
with a compassion no human could ever have;
sinners aren't guarded by sweet angels of purity,
they fight against all that is good...
resisting salvation, lashing at God!
O heart, cry for this new joy...
I have prayed and been answered,
immense mercy has showered me
and my road is clear and not bumpy;
who can extend forgiveness and mercy,
to someone who's imperfect and burdened,
if not the Lord of eternity?
I have sought none other than Him,
a doorway to ascape the ugliness of sin...
never going back to put up with struggle,
be cast away and tremble!
O heart, cry for this new joy...
let me rejoice with a loud voice,
exalt His name with loving praises
and behold His everlasting glory!