Down where the blackberries now bloom
Blackberry winter is near
Jack Frost comes tonight maybe doom
With you here there's no fear
'Oar's frost might kill the early plants
But in dreams they returned
Strong and better for fall's harvest
Orange pumpkins weren't doomed
Blackberry winter has entered
My life left me barren
Devoid of warmth feeling much strifed
Need again warmth of grandchildren
Holding little one close_ touch softness
Strange how one misses small
Things like tenderness, acceptableness
A kiss that comforts squall
Blackberry winter here to stay
Or miracle will come
For a miracle steadily pray
Baby on knee awesome
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
Love, adventure, and newness reigned
I arrived for laughter, not tears
No camouflaged crime will remain
Disguised, like aches and pain I bear
Those permanent scars your hands served
While your heart fluttered by your move
Measured by undisciplined nerve
Seemed you conceived burden you choose
Black was not beautiful that night
God of the invisible spoke
Into existence, acts of might
To show, t'was love that you provoked
The innocence of a child lives
In all of us, yet; we suffer
New and old, for lack of knowledge
A newborn lets us see clearer
It doesn't matter who we see
As friend, or lover, or masked foe
The Source reveals all enemies
In ways... you've never seen before.
Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015
Friendship cotton soft internal beauty
the heart holds not looking blindly
but should she find me adoring angel
wings embracing dream of dreams shine
Living at the bottom of a mountain
in the hill moss among'st nature
to watch and accept what life brings spellbound
each day brings new treasures delight
Dew into the deepest fountain springs forth
one soul breathless frozen moment
diamond pure ice crystal clear stunning
a picture of you held captive
Within the mind entering palace suite
doors open the still of night beams
pearl smiles on our dancing silver shadows
together tango we let scream
Into darkness shining where the goose lays
a golden egg filled with riches
sparkling liquid honey melting deep pure
embraced warmly feelings crown you
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
If I could have a Christmas miracle,
I would surely like to go
Back to Mama’s bounteous table
And the ones that I loved so.
My dear daddy would still be there,
My brothers and my son,
My young husband and my mama
Before the sad times had begun.
And because this is a miracle,
My sweet granddaughter too,
Would be sitting by her grandpa
Whom in life she never knew.
My daddy would give the prayer of thanks,
The rest would say amen.
When all the food was passed around
Grand feasting would begin.
Every morsel would taste just like it did,
When I was an active child
And had whetted up my appetite
With hours of running wild.
My brothers would do some joshing,
My daddy would joke a bit.
With so much love around that table
You could stick a fork in it.
Not another thing could I ask for
Nor more blessings from above,
It I could have a day again
Of such pure and endless love.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
Fueled by alcoholic self-will run riot
Thoughts full of blame and deviance
Resentment, self-pity, lies and shame
Relief demands psychic change
Suggests twelve steps be taken
In withdrawal and body shaking
Admitting powerlessness no disgrace
For transformation by God’s grace
Change is painful and not easy
Many meetings and lots of therapy
Process of cleansing and renewal
Thinking change appears doable
Slowly my mind less chaotic and loud
Worry and excuses not allowed
Memories hold less pain and torture
Now rarely overwhelm or cause disorder
Things yet to come, what might have been
Faith stops from wandering back in
Restless, discontented, irritable feelings
Become less annoying with prayer and healing
Moral inventories of character defects
Lead to actions that bring self-respect
Good intentions never meant to be
All are replaced with honesty
Running into certain people can get intense
Past relationships that never stood a chance
Whenever possible still making amends
Cleaning up the past the best I can
Each day I pray for willingness and strength
To be the best I can be and go to any length
Living life guided by basic principles
Changes my thinking and that is a miracle
Copyright © Susan Gentry | Year Posted 2015
The life that breathes in me would be no more
If the breath of love would not have been shown to me
Life did push me to my knees, living did become sore
But that spark of love did revive my soul willingly
I did not ask for it
I expected not to be given such a treat
I did choose the worst
Hoping it would quench my soul's thirst
But when love shone, I melted away
Caring not whether the skies remained blue or grey
For love of such kind is given to few
Love of such kind is the only kind of love that is true
Armed with it, I now can smile once again
For its breath did blow away my pain
Life is now made of sweetness
That Love did wash away its bitterness!
Love, love, love, being the cause of everything
Love, being so true, so fulfilling
To my beloved I shall say thus, thank you for your breath
If not for it, I would have indeed already met with my death!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2015
While walking on a sunny beach
I suddenly gave out a screech
For my feet tapped
Down to a dark trap
It was none other than a chest
Written on it was, for the best
I opened it at last at dusk
And wowed at its fragrance of musk
A gem was placed in it
Colored bright and pulsating like a spirit
Full of life, it spoke
Thou must not take me for a joke
For I have the portal
I am the one so magical
With me, you shall travel
All over the universe O sheer Marvel
Keeping the gem safe
Finding in it hidden solace
My treasured chest became my grace
And became my most precious mace!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2013
Shot out like a cannon ball
As mother lay there in her bed
Twisted and contorted
Push down hard the nurse had said
Audience at bottom end
Were quick to save the head
What a pair of lungs cried out
Went from purple blue to red
Cleaned up cord cut and swaddled
Poor child's hungry wants be fed
Mum and dad proud as can be
Holding babe that they have bred
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2015
Instructions of my Dad was my priority.
He was my idol, philosopher- guide.
Two years back I got opportunity
to get myself really redefined.
My father’s Colloquium at best.
Memorial Hall Inauguration
Each formerly scheduled and well set.
No room left for my participation.
Felt an urge to speak on this occasion.
First, I wrote of him when he was alive.
I must be loud on his recognition.
I ventured on extempore speech to give.
Spoke so well, I myself got astonished.
Short, speedy, attractive to present Dad.
Instant Tie with father was established.
Forgotten fact miraculously flashed.
I recollected, in Dad’s Cloud Chamber,
forty years back I worked and was surprised
to see me as only one in seminar
working with Dad and I was redefined.
Overwhelmed on realization
of strong divine bond with my Late father.
I spoke as if on his illustration.
Discovered myself as true inheritor.
Contest No. 259 by Brian Strand
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016
I watched a hatching baby chick
struggling to break free from its shell
that was its home for many days
but now was time to say farewell
Mom had pecked into the shell
a tiny hole to start the process
She did her part dutifully
Now the chick must do the rest
I felt sorry for the struggling chick
and could almost feel the pain
I wanted to break off the shell
thinking it would ease the strain
Then I remembered someone said
The chick must struggle on its own
to start its heart and lungs working
for it to become fully grown
I stood and watched as a miracle
unfolded right in front of me
All by itself the chick broke out
and stood there so cute and furry
There is a lesson here for parents
who are raising a family
Be protective of your children
but do not do it overly
*I actually witnessed this event.
I wrote this after reading Evrod Samuel's
TOO MUCH LOVE CAN KILL
john beharry, Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup, 12/1/2013
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013
On early Thursday morning,
Terror filled the New York sky.
And two engines were disabled,
By a flock of birds passing by.
Departing from La Guardia,
Bound for Charlotte, N.C.
US Airways flight 1549,
Departed at 3:24 from NYC.
And moments after departure,
A calm subtle voice was heard.
Stating to brace for impact,
Before the impact occurred.
The plane essentially became,
A 170,000 pound glider.
As the 58-year old captain,
Became the flights safety provider.
And in a controlled descent,
He steered the disabled craft.
Over the George Washington bridge,
And safely sailing it like a raft.
155 passengers survived as his,
Courage and heroism was outstanding.
On 1-15-09, the pilot of pilots,
Performed an amazing splash landing.
Inspired by the courage and heroism
of Captain Chesley B. Sullenberger, III,
for the Miracle of the Hudson on 1-15-09
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
God speaks to me often, I do what he asks
If I know He is asking, I’m up for the task;
no matter the reason, a job big or small
I will always respond when I hear the call.
One day, driving to work and I started to pray
‘Lord, if you still love me, please use me today.’
So I watched and I waited for God to come through,
but now driving back home, I’d found nothing to do.
At a junction I stopped and I heard my Lord say
His familiar voice and as clear as day:
‘Turn right into this street, the blue door - twenty three;
There’s a lady in there, who I want you to see.’
Without thinking, I followed His leading until
I was stood at the door, my eyes starting to fill,
but as I rang the bell, I was more than aware
that I had not a clue what I was doing there.
The fear gripped my heart as the door opened wide
an old man said ‘You’re here!’ and he led me inside.
‘I’m here to help someone’ I tried to stay calm
as he drew me along with his hand on my arm.
‘Just in there, her name’s Mags – and she’s seventy five,
It’s that horrible cancer, she’s barely alive;
but she will not give up till she’s spoken with you,
In you go – I believe that you know what to do.
His hand at my back, I was pushed in the room
and was met with a terrible, blackening gloom;
In the darkness I saw on the bed - piles of rags?
But I choked when I focused my eyes - it was Mags.
I pulled out my Bible and sat by her side
and as I held her hand her eyes opened up wide.
‘Will you read me a Psalm? Can it be 23?’
‘Good choice - you’ll get John chapter 14 for free.’
My tears stained the pages as I read the word
And she gripped my hand tight as our spirits were stirred
When I asked if she’d thought about Heaven today
‘Never once in my life – but you’ve showed me the way.’
It was there, in the gloom, that she prayed her first prayer
and then folded my hand in the curls of her hair.
‘The nails didn’t keep Him there - I was the one.’
as her pain now gave way to a smile - she was gone.
So I sat and I cried, Bible closed on my knee
when another voice cried ‘Can I get you some tea?’
By the door, the old man wiped a tear from his eye
as he watched his beloved bid her last goodbye.
I could read in his face the last weeks had been rough
‘You’ll be going home now, I’ve delayed you enough.’
‘Just one question’ I asked, as we stood in the hall;
‘How on earth did you know I was going to call?’
Well, I did call the Vicar last week, ‘Was he free?’
he would try to make some time next week, after three.
‘But if I cannot come, don’t you worry’ he said,
‘I’ll be sure to send someone else in my stead.’
By now both our faces with tears were stained
and we gasped at the miracle God had ordained.
My call had been heard; the Lord knew I was free
and the Vicar was busy – so Father sent me.
Copyright © Bill Lindsay | Year Posted 2015
Surreal sexual experiences have my mind gone
From the beginning of my exploits, I was subdued
Started off fully clothed,
ended up in the nude
On the mark, set, go!---I was off
Desperate to feel the passion
I became the follower to her leader
Addicted to her body fashion
She became my trend
Following her timeline
Tasting her forbidden nectar
Sending chills down the center of her spine
Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2016
A heart-shaped clover forever stamped in my heart
The meeting of two souls that knew from the start
An excitement of knowing that sparked a forever bond
The day the Universe waved her magic wand
A maternal soul who saw my light
A nurturing hand on my shoulder that gave me the will to fight
From that day forward I knew we were blessed
Two souls on a path to walk forever abreast
The wheels of her love endlessly spinning
Has given me the gift of a new beginning
Copyright © Lisa Chapman | Year Posted 2016
Miracle in the Mines
Dear Lord, you’ve been with them thus far
Please stay with them until they’re out.
They’ve shared unselfishly what they had.
They know what brotherly love’s about.
Please be with those who seek a way
To bring those buried men to light.
Seventeen days before they were found,
Not knowing whether day or night.
Please soften the rock through which they drill
And make their refuge stay secure.
Please keep their minds and thoughts on you
If four long months they must endure.
May their loved one’s voices comfort them
And let them know the whole world cares.
Loving people everywhere
Remember them with fervent prayers.
By: Joyce Johnson
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
In the air these miracles swirling,
Swinging down to hold her, twirling
Dancing in disparity,
tears filling oceans to cope,
Another day to keep on living
in the arms of divine given hope...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
Dec 18, 2016 • By daniel miltz •
An Angel cometh to earth sayeth:
Why ye' weeping 'n fret''
The tears you wept in regret
I collected them unto myself to get
I will present them to our Lord
And he will return them to the heavens ward
To bless all things on the earth a-bôard
When the gentle rains fall in ac·cord
Copyright © Daniel Miltz | Year Posted 2016