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To see the face of earth through angels’ eyes
To lie afloat on cotton clouds ‘neath the skies
And hear noth but the whistling of winds
Which encircle me like soft feathered wings
Too long these feet of lead have held to ground
On stone and porous clay abound
While my spirit yearns to ascend the heights
My bucket list consists of one sky jump flight
To soar the blue skies o’er land and sea
And fly solo as a bird, keen and care free
Where noise and din then become dearth
While my eyes feast on the radiant colors of earth
And as fields of golden wheat sway to and fro
I softly land on mounds of hay below
Goodbye My Love
I never thought this day would ever arrive
Maybe I thought my love for you was enough to keep you alive
I desperately look around for a place where my tears could fall
So they won’t interfere in your journey to Jesus when he calls
I hold your frail hand softly as I watch you in an empty sleep
Knowing that the Alzheimer’s has taken away all your precious memories
I was hoping that the moment before you closed your eyes
It was me that you stopped and recognized
Instead, your eyes were at a constant stare of something I couldn’t see
Perhaps there was an angel in the room waiting to take you to God’s heavenly family
I slowly bend over and kiss you softly on your cheek the way I did each sunrise
My tears then have chosen that place, to rest so patiently in my eyes
I never thought about our lives would ever be separated from death
I was always convinced that our love was enough to keep giving us eternal breath
Sadly I know that it’s time for me to say goodbye my love and selflessly let you go
To journey with Jesus so he may take away your illness from which you suffered so…
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Truth that is masked by the heart of a man
Can only explain the start of a lie
A lie so heavy, it spits on your plan
Left with emptiness, your soul on crows fly
Lost while still young, forgotten by the path
Living with shame, that no longer gives pain
Held at the throat by the questions wrath
How dark was made, that ignorant stain
Now you delve into knowledge left by the wise
In order to uncover a truth that was hidden
Burdened with sorrow whilst the nurser cries
Hindered by usurpers who have want of no lesson
Hold on to the railing, prepare a strong mind
For never you know what's out there to find
Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.
Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.
If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!
I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!
You were the other side of me.
Like two rivers, joined up in a storm,
forging through our unknown landscapes
full of nature, but with purpose.
Learning, wandering and giving birth to new things.
Leveraging all that passed through our hands.
Until we became separated.
Hardship, mistakes divided our vast landscape
back into two, and we returned, to me and to you.
But we are still connected, I can see you
and you can see me, as part of everything that we do.
Forever and ever, our two rivers will run through…
Until we have travelled down to our next bend,
where we might flow back together again.
I'm tired of you becoming just words,
On every page when I write at night.
I saw you as a pretty face at first;
I wouldn't mind if my ink pen dried.
I say it because you're a human being;
These situations are not my type.
I want "I love you" to mean something,
And you stay right by my side.
Honestly, when I write poetry,
The feeling is unconfirmed, undecided, undefined.
You are worth more to me
Than words written down on every line.
I'd prefer to have you in my arms;
Paper and pen will not tear us apart.
©2013 Honestly JT
For P.D.' s "Any Poem Goes #6" Poetry Contest
Young love bird wounded during your flight
Worried now where your companion landed
You sing a beautiful song, but still no sight
Certainly now he must have gotten stranded
The magical serenade continues to no avail
Some concern now for your own well being
This winter flight treacherous you feel frail
The singing stops, you are hardly breathing
One pilgrimage not completed you feel pain
Some guilt overtakes when you start to heal
The flying before your partner was it in vain
Or is there.a bird needing your singing still
Bird of flight your journey is still not done
Heal now, continue to fly for the other one
Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/12/2013
EVERY SECOND COUNT'S
OUR HANDS AND HOPE'S,
THY INNERSELF, PUTTING TOMMORE,
YESTERDAY;THINGS WEV'E LEARN'T.
SOMEWHERE TO DREAM ALITTLE DREAM;
TO THINGS THAT EVERYONE;
TAKES APART FOR THE SHAKE;
LIFE IS EITHER WHAT LIES;
WITHIN THE PURELY
EVERY HEART BEAT.
The dam has broken, fear has poured gushing
Oh! Great Physician ruler of the angels
Send the mighty healing army flying
On strong wings of love, comfort counsels
Open the Word and the Spirit speak plain
Don't go around and round the mountain high
Move forward child to another level attain
On the wings of those angels now fly
On the journey may you always find another
To share a light on the worn path of life
A person who stays in step with you and sings
This your life may it be one of wealth and no strife
Protected by the angel of mercy__love
May your journey be seasoned from above
The First Voyage of Paul
A sailing ship, out aimless on the sea
forewarned by Paul--to sail would be a crime,
but captain said "you're safe now--you're with me"
he vowed their trip to Rome would be on time.
And so they set about to sail the main,
not caring that the Fast had well begun--
nor that no sailing man could see a gain,
for such a trip would fail--before it's done.
The captain caused the crew to set their plight
towards a Cyprus port--for needed rest,
when all at once the day turned into night--
and then the wind of God made life a test.
The temptest blew for days--to Malta's shore
and set the will of God--forevermore.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet