As beams through blinds half-open softly play
on mottled skin, and helpless, she depends
on doctors and on nurses, none allay
her growing agony that never ends.
Her dread is looming larger. She can’t rest!
She clings to life and ponders soberly
the reasons for and answers to this test.
There has to be some recourse she can’t see
beyond what they’ve endeavored yet to do!
What lesson has she not already learned
with all the many hardships she’s gone through?
She prays to have this last page left unturned,
but then that page is lifted, for that night
a breeze blows in - Her soul to God takes flight.
By Andrea Dietrich on Oct. 24, 2014
For the "Sketch a Character" Poetry Contest of gautami phookan
Nights So Love-locked In Your Arms
Nights love-locked into your arms
breathing in all of your charms
A spell cast to set love ablaze
we lost into epic, romantic haze
You gave its greatest gift, bliss
thanking heaven I did not miss
The sweetest ever enduring kiss
in my dreams I often reminisce
Rested within your lover's trust
heart's deepest desire, a must
Songs that sang us both asleep
memories we shall forever keep
Memories flood out this the best
love surviving each and every test!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2014
note: Decided to share here my poem for today, a sonnet,
the one I write every day on paper for my darling wife.
This one being so tame and pg I can do this..
Hope you may enjoy reading this heartfelt write..
She will read this after her 12 hour shift today at the
hospital. I have high hopes she asks me to frame this
one too. The "tames ones" she asks me to frame but
never the very racey, so very deeply intimate ones. lol
She demands those always stay private..
That first moment I looked up from my desk
To see you entering the office door
How my heart stood still; it was in arrest
I knew I’d not be alone anymore
Piercing steel blue eyes were not stern, but warm
Your distinguished beard framed by high cheekbones
In a daze, my work I could not perform
You said, “Hello,” in your deep, sexy tones
Did you notice? My eyes never left you
From the second I saw your handsome face
Until I finally had to say, “Adieu”
I was enchanted by your style, your grace
You were my partner, my soul mate, my love
We had what others can only dream of
*Written for my late husband. Entry for Audrey’s
Sentimental Love Letters contest.
Patriot Guard funeral Escort
Loch David Crane
Today is sunny: with three dozen bikes,
some decorated cars, a pair of trikes,
two dozen Marines: all of the family
and toddlers to set their Daddy free
into the Great Beyond beyond the sky
where loved ones send their veterans who die.
Below our feet the stones give way to grass
where they are neatly trimmed; and as we pass
the names of strangers stare into the air
and we look back, wondering who lies there.
I won't step on a grave--I'll walk around
so not to insult those within the ground.
We ride at funerals honoring those vets,
brave men and women we have never met.
I’m fortunate in that there have not been
too many I held dear who passed away.
I knew folks from my youth already grey
back then, including some who were my kin,
who all moved on -good women and good men -
as well as kids I’d known back in the day
who died too young, and to the world’s dismay,
bright stars have died that we’ll not see again!
But I had no connection very strong
to any of those souls except for one,
whose destiny was an untimely death.
How sweet and wise my brother was! I long
to be with him again. I know he’s won
his rest, where he now draws eternal breath.
Written 10/27/13 by Andrea Dietrich
for the Eternal Breath Contest of Gail Angel Doyle
The two kinds of sins are Original and Actual Sins
Original Sin is what we inherit our first parents, Mama Eve, Papa Adam
We are brought into the world with guilt on our soul
Original Sin was transmitted by natural generation to all his descendants
We are cleansed only through Baptism
The other kind is Actual sin
Actual sin is any willful thought, desire, word action or omission forbidden by the law of Eternal God
Chief sources of actual sin are Pride, Covetousness, Lust, Anger, Gluttony, Avarice, Sloth or Laziness
Actual sin or Daily Sin
We are cleansed only by the Sacrament of Reconciliation, Confession or Penance
We must first have the 3 initial sacraments
The 3 sacraments are Baptism, Confirmation, Holy Eucharist
Before the other 4 sacraments
To live in heaven with our Lord
Your sudden departure caused glum wonder
A blow that was sinking deep into core
Panic and tough refusal grew under
Death by the final course was to blame for.
Fidelity is dug from a soft spot
His bittersweet timeline has proven such
Makes to think if love is worth the long shot
Little bit of drama for a soft touch.
Yet too forlorn to accept selfishness
Detaching duties of a well-wisher
Comfort is given to a reticence
Ignorance to the acquired fresh blister.
My dear friend grilled upon reaching the cure
To after one’s own heart that was thought pure.
BRIGHT AND MORNING STAR
The grace of all He is be with you all
as certain as the end, the promised love
comes quickly as a thief, to bring the fall
of what the world's become, and singing of.
Behold how quickly comes, from Alphas flame;
as naught can end unless it has begun;
the light of one who's called a holy name
will light Jeruselum without the sun.
These words were said--to write--Omega's near.
And all who can will find the narrow way,
as prophesied for all the world to hear,
and then the bride says, come, this is the day.
Those hearing all will come, from near and far,
to Davids' own, a bright and morning star.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
You left us on the Fourth of July
Now my heart is filled with unexpected pain
I remember when you would say to look at the sky
To find the moon, now that is on memory lane.
You would sing us the sweetest lullaby
Even though you were far away
And simple phone call to pacify
The miles traveled in a day
But ever since the day you've been gone,
I've succeeded in many things you'd be proud of
It has been so hard for us to move on
I just keep thinking of you up above
No matter the miles that keep is apart
You will forever and always be in my heart.
OLD POEM: GRAY SKY FALLS (SIJO)
Paralyzed sunshine of the day, gray kissed skyscrapers in faint
Blurry dance stuck in the air as the dew pervades some occlusions
Day sketched gloom in beauty behind the droplets of breezy nimbus
Thy painter of sky smiled from altitudes
The angels flew, danced amid the wet clouds
Coloring mist, dust of beatitude
Heaven's gate roared, the lightning showed some proud
The veil of universe lurks from behind
The shades crawl slow, camouflaged by the dark
Droplets pervade the odor of sweet mind
Like the smell of a wet land, the yearn park
Breezes whistle through the aisles of droplets
Caressing the skin while sky sheds its tears
Gaze to the stunning gloom in violets
The sparks steal some moments, shines with no fears
Flood recede and leaves caught the rest of rain
As my heart fades from melancholy, drained
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
(A tribute poem to Connecticut Shooting victims)
Whilst time is not in our hands to bear
Whispering hushed sound, steals someone’s life
A lithe gunman brandishing gun to err
If only I hold time, I’ll stop the strife
The ephemeral laughter of childhood
Bequeath memories to posterity
Be an advocate for gun ban, I would
Parents felt like dry leaf in an eddy
I speak of my thoughts, hopes, and prayers
A glimpse of dulcet smile one last chance
Felicity in heaven cloaked the fears
For these children once have a dalliance
One by one, far and near, gunshot broke out
In silence, their presence you can’t live without
Posted also in Voicesnet.com (Jan. 2, 2013)
To love or not to love a woman? Which
is better? To love and love well is good
so long they who love love without falsehood
as their twain hearts so compel and make rich
love's treasures. As friend, she's best: never switch
a lady-friend into a lover, should
her all precious friendship and lady-hood
be injured and make her a hateful witch.
But, alas, to love God is best! Not I,
but the aims of this life and Destiny
make it so that men like me must decry
love's ambit for a life of poverty.
But if I could choose, I'd be more content
as love's disciple and caged exponent.
Does my beloved soul mate still see me
When he glances down from heaven above
On our blue orb can he find a girl so wee
A young lass who hung on his every word
Can our future reunion he foresee
If I cry out his name, will I be heard
Our Earthly time, albeit far too short
Has carried me decades beyond his death
Will he still be my most chosen escort
In heaven’s grand dance floor where angels sing
As time passes, I still count every breath
Does he know I still wear his wedding ring
Can he hear my laughter and share my glee
Knowing he above others I preferred
Written March 23, 2014 for Craig’s contest
right and wrong are no longer clear as bell
the truth at times can be worse than a lie
God is in Heaven and Devil in Hell
all the truths we seek may be in the sky
here on the Earth there is more confusion
wars being fought as the poor being ignored
doesn’t matter Muslim Buddhist Christian
we all have a desire to move upward
it’s our hate and ignorance that hurt us
similarities not differences
we need open dialogue without fuss
we all need to unite without fences
let’s do like Lennon’s song Give Peace a Chance
then we all can enjoy French fries in France
love is a wonderland.
which gives us the feel of both heaven and hell.
heaven appears when you say"i love you".
heaven appears when you "love me a lot".
heaven appears when you "hug and kiss me".
hell appears when you"fight with me".
hell appears when you"leave me lonely".
hell appears when you "hurt me".
in a second hell will change into heaven when you are near me.
hell will disappear in a second with tears on the eyes.
that tears is the way which takes us to heaven.
heaven appears in the heart and it comes out with a smile in lips.
that smile is the lighting which brings brightness in two members life.
love and choose a life partner. let a lovely life.....
A relief from stress, such a sweet paradise
A deafening crash then a blinding light
Poor boy, your fate is sealed like loaded dice.
Due to beastly luck this child I must smite.
Perhaps he'll go where I have yet to behold;
This kind, bereaved, extinguished progeny.
Ill-fated boy, please reach those gates of gold.
Oh, child! Why walk the streets of Germany?
Fully at rest for all eternity,
All I can do is hope forever that
Maybe the last thing you saw wasn't me.
My last image? Your torn figure laid flat.
God never turns his back on you,
Even during your darkest hour,
When things may get the toughest in life,
Which make you question,
Whether He really exsist ot not,
But He has never left your side,
And He watches over you always,
During your good times and bad,
For you need to believe in Christ,
To see the light of the gates of heaven,
Which will brighten your everyday,
For you will feel his presence in your life,
Cause He is there to guide you,
All along your way...
Thoughts of you fill my mind, love
You’re always a part of my passion
When we are apart I’m reminded of a dove
Who has drifted too far from its companion
I miss you more with each passing moment
Sleep will not come for the longing of you
Love so deep and true is akin to an ailment
Your heart and soul are everything I knew
When we have the chance to be together again
There is no doubt that my heart will beat with bliss
For so many months I have only used my pen
To speak to you with all the dreams I miss
Without you here with me, my dear love
My prayers for you reach the heavens above
Written on July 29th, 2014
For: Fill up a Scroll! - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Isaiah Zerbst
Forgiveness of Sins / God's Love & Mercy
Then he said, "A man had two sons, and the younger son said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of your estate that should come to me.'
So the father divided the property between them. After a few days, the younger son collected all his belongings and set off to a distant country where he squandered his inheritance on a life of dissipation.
When he had freely spent everything, a severe famine struck that country, and he found himself in dire need.
Coming to his senses he thought, 'How many of my father's hired workers have more than enough food to eat, but here am I, dying from hunger.
I shall get up and go to my father and I shall say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.
I no longer deserve to be called your son; treat me as you would treat one of your hired workers."'
So he got up and went back to his father.
While he was still a long way off, his father caught sight of him, and was filled with compassion.
He ran to his son, embraced him and kissed him; His son said to him,
'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you; I no longer deserve to be called your son.
But his father ordered his servants, 'Quickly bring the finest robe and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet...
Then let us celebrate with a feast, because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found.' Then the celebration began.
Now the older son had been out in the field and, on his way back, as he neared the house, he heard the sound of music and dancing. He became angry, and when he refused to enter the house, his father came out and pleaded with him.
He said to him, 'My son, you are here with me always; everything I have is yours; but now we must celebrate and rejoice, because your brother was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.'" (Taken from LK 15:11-14, 17-25, 28, 31-32)
I dream of you in your world far from here.
To not be there, it cuts like broken glass.
I'd end this pain, my love, had I the brass
to quench my need for you to be so near.
Without you here, I wilt in this austere,
comfortless zone of uncreative mass,
stifled, crushed by the unyielding impasse
of knowing I may never enter your sphere.
Were I a wind--a breeze! a zephyr!--I'd
ride the heavens till I light on your lap
and then there with you forever abide
as if betwixt us there were ne'er a gap.
I swear; for us, I'd move heaven and God
as sure as men do plod...do plod...do plod!
As I sail above green forests
And ride jet streams on high seas,
I gain speed like lightning.
The earth loses its hold if you please.
Finding myself wafted into heavens
Angels touch my face.
My soul soars past the man in the moon
Itinerating through ethereal space.
I drink nectar from the Big Dipper,
Whirling planets crook their fingers.
Voices whisper encouragement
As the great Northern Star lingers.
The epitome of aspiration in eternity.
O, how sweet is heaven’s victory!
James E. Tate
I pray thee,
Bid me to stay.
Let me not leave thee,
Bid me to stay.
What am I desides thee?
You are my all in all.
Nevertheless I draw me away from thee.
I thirst to drink from your well.
Call to my mind that
Soon the sea shall touch the sky.
Call to my mind that
I longed to walk on the sky.
Put in my mind the joy you bring!
Put to my mind that
Where the sea touches the sky is your being!
I shant miss that.
I pray thee,
Bid me to stay.
Let me not leave thee,
Bid me to stay.
I can't continuously catch this connection
coroscating so cordially as a cure...
Captivating my cranium contemporaneously
contaminating collation of common sense.
I can't think...
And our growing link
makes my heart sink
with your every wink!
Are you reality?
I reach right past self-denial's ruse of
what's real with no rest reeking of regicide
fearing a relapse regarding regression.
Recklessly running rampart racing
to our heart's reunion.
Your soul saying "Speak sonnets of Sensuality".
So sexy yet sensibly sweet...
Seeking to be shown your sentiments.
You're the destination of heaven above.
And I... am in love!
By: Soul's Floetry
That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
may give their light to space of infinite size
and shine on all Earth's creatures' love and praise;
that the mercy He gives to him that stays
from wicked ways to keep his lips from lies,
for faith and grace to remain pure and wise
may give His Word renewed glory and raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they that were tempted of Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!
O God, the pangs are crushing body, soul
And spirit—working deaths where sunlight fades—
My arms are trunks of pain and taking toll,
While tortures, stings, and sickness hauntly raids
To close the Gates of Hell to shut me in,
And heaven bows to greet while Hades seeks
To send The Reaper with his failing grin.
And illness ruins lives while havoc wreaks
The squalored throes of daily living on—
While body wastes away and breath remains
To sing your dirge while I still carry on…
Like trampling cattle trodding broken frame,
I live between the sunshine and the grave—
Like flowers cut and dying in the vase
Over the moon I threw a rope
to drag it down to give to thee.
This I did with a hope
that you would come to love me.
I pulled two stars from the skies
to give to you to show my love.
They paled compared to your eyes
and so I sent them back above.
For your love I would do
anything you asked of me.
If, my love, you only knew.
If, my love, you could see.
The stars, the moon and heaven, too.
There's nothing I would not give to you.
~~~~ form : English Sonnet ~~~~
A Treasure is He
Born is Our King
To save the world
A jewel of Grace
His wisdom a Pearl
Dear Lord I swirl, to hear Your word
The best news in all the world.
Jesus Messiah, Grace behold
A spirit we feel
Precious as gold
He came and He gave
His very soul
As the prophets of old foretold.
Your Name most High
Your Fame reached the sky
We look up to You
And so we try
To give You our all before we die
We come to meet You Oh Lord on High.
From Time before time
God Had us in mind
He formed and designed
In His image defined
He gave us our mind
He reformed and refined
Oh, our God is so divine.
We thank You Lord
Yes we thank You Lord
For coming to us
In Your Name we trust
We are grateful to You, oh Lord.
ANCHORITE AT THE GATE OF HEAVEN
Not heeding brute reality, nor matter’s bane
I kneel at the door of heaven, a suppliant,
Transcribing words of wisdom, like the rain
On wild flowers; the garden’s hierophant:
Anointed, a habit on my body’s beauty
I lie in the threshold of my tryst with God -
The first flight from earth being my duty
Becoming His perfect mean and golden rod,
I cool my heels in a dank, dark cell
Where half-light becomes my element
God’s plenty in motes, with the music of the bell
A love feast of the penitent.
I rise on wings of thankfulness and praise,
Sing out in silence the glory of His ways.
from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008
Oh my, little missy, what a fortress you created
Topless blonde toddler on the sand feels emancipated
The smile that brightens her sweet face can’t be understated
The beach ball beside her lays on the soft beach inflated
Take my hand, oh little one, and please do not be afraid
Come out from your sandy fortress and in the water wade
Why, look, the tiny hermit crabs are marching in parade
And down the beach two older boys are selling lemonade
Innocent one, I pray that life holds happiness for you
The world sometimes seems very harsh, but I will see you through
How blessed I am to share your joy, but we’ll share sorrow too
And one day when you marry, I’ll cheerfully bid adieu
Childhood years spin by so fast, I savor every moment
Because I have no doubt the bliss you bring is heaven sent
~~Above All You Loved, Heaven is Above~~
Man made in the image of God, pray man
Woman, a rib of man your love woman
Can your love plan every thought, if you can?
Humans can pray for the lives of humans
Prime vigor, your heart felt life in your prime
Compassion understands, sweet compassion
Time ends days, life is wanting every time
Passions warm affection, loving passions
Life is living right, do you live like life?
Pride's deadly sins; love was not ever pride
Strife disputes harmony; bitter is strife
Brides don't cry, you're a rare most lovely brides
Love your man it's his life; you are his love
Above all you loved, heaven is above.
© 2015 DiLinda A. Adams, All Rights Reserved.
Seventh Shadow Sonnet Challenge! – Please join me. Poems should rhyme, and have an 10 syllable count and 14 lines to meet the challenge. However, if you just want to be creative please do so.