Mother shares all, sacrificing 'til barren.
She and I are one, united in breath and dust,
the atoms and spirits spinning, fragments of failures,
curiosity and constraint... I was tempted in the orchard.
I was cold in the desert. I felt abandoned...
Dreams are feathers fleeing on wings.
Birds of Paradise in the mind's eye...
Destitute yesterday, fruitful tomorrow.
Decadence is a disease. No one is healthy.
We are changing, dying from birth to grave,
I hold onto the internal, eternal while I ramble on and on...
Mother, are you listening?
I live in a trench of contentment, sheltered
in my little world of sun and shadow, small
in my birthplace, blaming and forgiving,
striving and settling...digging my hands in the dirt.
Mother, you are the daisy, dainty and demure,
fair to the admiring eye, silent like the sunrise.
I pick daisies from your garden and pluck the petals hoping for love.
I may never know...
Mother, you are the redwood, strong and mature,
praising golden sky, healing and wise.
I climb your branches and gather leaves for the wind's scrapbook.
A lifelong search...
Mother, who are you? Who am I?
We are the distant stars.
We are the rivers nigh.
the daisy and redwood live;
we are earth, water, sky, life and death.
A dream on wings, laboring land,
A prayer on bended knee,
we dance, swim, fly, stand tall.
I call her friend...
Mother shares all, giver and taker of life 'til the end.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people
Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen
Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully
For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity
To present Prudence by being careful
For untruthfulness to bring into Justice
Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong
Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance
We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
It sit's there in the corner on a sunny day,
wondering why you don't take it on a good day.
It waits patiently for the day when rain falls,
knowing that's the day when you will call.
It gives you protection, from all life's extremes,
the deluge of water, and when the hot sun beams.
When life is easy, and breezy, or just mundane,
Do you think of the umbrella, or only when it rains?
God is not an umbrella, used only in an emergency,
cast aside, forgotten, unless there's an urgent need.
Remember him always in the good times and the bad,
leaving him on good days, makes him kind of sad.
John Derek Hamilton November 09,2015
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!
What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!
®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
I extol your virtues.
I lean back,exulting at
your innovation and
A dream come true-I
I salute your inventive
Paragon of excellence.
An out-let for display of
emotions and feelings in
housing the enlightened
Your ship of knowledge
ferry talents from
obscurity to lime-light.
Giving preference to no
race or gender.
I salute you sunlight of
A safe haven for
bringing imaginations to
Kudos! I pray:
The spread of night
shall not over-shadow.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
A Futile Death by Wilma Neels
Flying over the place that use to be my home
I’m glancing at the once blue green seascape
Transformed to a murky coal black scene
A faucet has been opened
When everything went up in flames
Amidst all the confusion
I lost everything I loved
Flying over, a silent prayer is prayed
Please keep them safe
Please close the hole
This is the only home we know,
As I sit on a rock
The sadness overwhelms me,
As my sister slips away
She has lost the battle
The oil slick has gone thicker
It’s gaining power with every hour
I pray dear Lord of heaven and earth
May her final breath not be in vain
I flap my wings in a silent salute
Farewell dear sister, you will be missed
May this be the last time,
I witness such ugliness…
Written: 24 June 2010
Contest: Why oh Why?
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
I am a humble man
Who takes a noble stand
To owe myself to God and to
The bounty of the land
To all that He hath placed upon
The fine and blessed earth
The hills of my existence
The valley of my birth
The sky to give her glory
The fire to keep her warm
The clouds to give her cover
The rain to bring a storm
The tree of my own ancestry
The branch of my descend
The roots of life to bear unto
The leaf to catch the wind
The river of my flowing dream
The brook to drift along
The stream to gather to it
The rock to make her strong
To all that He hath sown upon
For all of man to reap
For all that man hath grown upon
His brother not to weep
May the harvest be fulfilling
May the hungry all be fed
May the bounty be rewarding
May the homeless find a bed
Let the combines in a row
Lay the golden swath ahead
Leave her stems upon the soil
Lift her heart onto a bed
Her yellow fleece surpasses
Like a wisp of morning air
Her glory gives a comfort
Always meant to give and share
Let the belts across the land
Lift the load of heavy grain
Reach the height of their extent
Fill the bins upon the plain
Haste the cars toward the coast
Heavy loads upon the rail
Harbor ports along the shore
Help the ships be set to sail
Let the needy be provided
With a meal they can afford
Let us pray unto the heavens
Giving thanks unto the Lord
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
Jehovah my God
in Your earth
with extended limbs
Your little sequoia
*sempervirens<~is not plural...it is the
botanical adjective to 'Sequoia'
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2015
Iam not like can't you see;
Yet you try to change me constantly.
I make my own decisions, so should you.
Changing for for you is something I won't do.
I like being who Iam today.,
And the person you see before you is here to stay!
I am to stay, not going anywhere,
Change me don't you try, no don't you dare!
Couldn't change my heart even if I wanted,
I am definitly not trying to be like you.
I am an indiviual and I like it that way,
Don't care what you think, or what you say.
God made me in his image, and I am very proud of that,
Wouldn't have it anyother way, and that's a fact..
I am a born survor, know this to be true
Can't go around faking, and pretending as some folks do.
I am not a fake, tho at one time I tried it once upon a time,
Damn near made me lose my mind.
Running around, not noing i which direction,
I needed some serious prayer and meditation.
I meditated and prayed to God,
Now of myself, I am very proud.
Iam proud because I truely fear no man,
I am my own person,YES, Iam
Copyright © Mary Graves-Bruney | Year Posted 2011
With a Heart soaked in Pain,
I bowed and removed my Hat,
Tears, tickling my cheek,
Like Matilda i have dragged my Pain here.
An Encomium i have come to pay,
The Pain i tried to Masticate,
Like a rock, It was not edible.
But to You, The Mountain Melter,
Its non-verbal expression is legible,
'cause as The Omnipotence,and Omniana,
You dont need an interpreter.
Higgedly-piggedly i appear before Thee,
To seek Thy Fountain of Gratification,
Pleading You unleash Thy Spigot of Purification,
To shelter me, away from my Pain,and Pains.
By Emjoe Centelima®
Copyright © Joshua Abel | Year Posted 2015
The Almighty Tree of ancient origin,
You are rooted in the shrine of Deity
And today in your shrine are these sheep I offer thee
And as for the goats,
They are outside there.
Just beside you is the broody Hen
And over there, a dozen eggs.
Puff a little smoke Oh my Lord,
And let the foe feels the coca.
When my Skull begins to roll,
And the crow upon my soul,
Then the Saints go marching in.
But when the Owl surrounds the throne,
And the Claws begin to roar,
To thee I bow Oh helpless Sky,
And to thee I bow my helpless Sky.
Remember me Oh remember me
When the Birds begin to ring,
And the beads surround thy waist
Like a Giant but faceless Ant.
Plenty Cola-nuts I promise thee
And thy favorite till thy Kingdom come.
Freedom and Justice Oh my dear Lord,
And if possible, Eternal Life.
Copyright © Cosmos Darko | Year Posted 2006
Anger and sadness combined into a blend.
Expressing your feelings that lie within.
Not able to understand or say anything.
Your life you live, the impossible seems like a dream.
Heated and tired of self-playing games.
While hurting others, don't point or say no ones name.
Everyone is or should be treated the same.
Listening to my heart can make a torch burst into flames.
Proving your point on paper, not able to say a word.
Can't understand this feeling, feeling lower than a curb.
Pain is love, but pain can be worser than that.
Because pain falls into anger, leaving sadness without a partner at back.
Feeling lost, helpless and hurt within my eyes, I blink.
Able to stand, but fall within every 5 steps, I sink.
Needing a powerful prayer only signifies that I need God’s help.
Pain and unhappiness is something I've always felt.
Wishing all my inner feelings I couldn’t ever kept.
Wanting to say how I feel, but my words hold me back.
Eager to say something, but there's no love on my track.
The love I had was bunched into a pack.
It was thrown away, while my mind was hacked.
Waiting to speak and let my mind flow and go through.
Still waiting for my impossible dreams to come true.
Copyright © lakenndra bell | Year Posted 2006
In the distance of a midnight prayer you may ask, that you be heard by the Master,
As you send your request asking for guidance, and comfort through certain
moments of your life
Or when you take a stand for all you believe, and place in yourself only words
that “I will succeed”, To fall short balled around on your own heel, and it leaves
you weary and you do not know in the moment how to feel
The end is near to finish it all off, you spend sometime piecing it together the
road at the path you once did chose. Finding it was all worth it no matter the
gains, and what you did lose, You take a moment to catch your breath to receive
your own just reward from the short task goals you have just performed
Yes moments like these are in our lives, and with out them well we would not be
able to take time for one self, To reflect who we are and what we believe, When
the day comes to the end I we can only hope to reflect did we spend our time
wisely on this wondrous day
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2006