Old winter's bite has bruised my cheek
like parchment my thin skin crackles.
Indoors I hide, my bones creak,
my fragile form in cold shackles.
Unwanted guest please desist, oh leave,
return the warmth of sunny skies
and springtime's gentle flowery weave.
Be gone, go, this aged maiden cries.
For I've no use for your howling,
your ice lakes or snowy trees;
there's no sense in all your growling
jail key's which rattle don't appease.
So, leave me now, go softly, go
silently, sweetly, take the snow.
Rising early to seek the Lord, while he may be found
I take a breath to cleanse my heart while the world keeps spinning ‘round
As the sun peaks o’er the edge to wake from thoughtful sleep
I find my own thoughts leaning to, and plunge in waters deep
I think about the hands of God; the scars he bore for me
The weight of that heavy cross he bore to set me free
I think of His strong and sure embrace to comfort when I’m sad
How those hands lift me up and give reason to be glad
When sickness rears its ugly head, His hands are there to heal
I know He’s with me when I pray, hands touch me when I kneel
His hands are there to point the way; they've guided all along
His hands, like a father should, correct me when I’m wrong
When my very world is shaking, I know that Heaven stands
When my anxious heart is breaking, I’ll not let go His hands.
By Christopher Thor Britt and Lucy Gutierrez Matos - 2014
Hi guys, please go through my poem wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare about imperial and blushing rose..
Glowing in the early dawn,
Hey my beautiful rose..
Your aromatic fragrance has touched my soul..
Each and every united petals of yours vibrates me, making me alive..
O'wild rose, You stroked my heart!!
Falling on my face, You are the one who don't make deceitful pretences..
You are the one who endowed me a smile as a surprise..
Your charismatic posture embedded in a deep space of my heart..
O'delirious rose, You flicked my soul!!
Wrapped by disliking thorns and spines..
Loves the spirit you cheerfully withstand..
My eyes are desperately thirsty to have a quick glance of your tendered feature..
O'chaotic rose, You twitched my nerves!!
Your dusky red colour..
enamoured my entire body..
Enigmatic cheers on my lips..
I wanna kiss you forever forever..
Holding you in my hands, bending on my knees..
O'ferine rose u reached the highest peak of my heart!!
Amongst the bushes and raw grass,
My heart got connected with you..
Chromatically waving in an air..activating my sense
Inspiring me making my d-day delighted..
O'glimmering rose,trustworthily you ignited passion inside me!!
Glimpse of yours make me kinetized,my blushing pearl..
Freakly taking a deep breathe,my blossoming chics..
Flaming love in my heart i can offer you..
O'amorous rose, for that You have to be mine..be mine My Queenliest love.. !!
Old bells chime clear in the night air;
Bats fly low and swoop on the *tare.
It’s wrong of me to hold your hand?
In the last of sun’s rays, gold band.
A white mist rolls in from the sea;
It shrouds and cloaks you and me.
I can drown in your corn blue eyes;
Your gaze is where all my hope lies.
Crops sway in the air on firm stem;
Ripe on the cream stalks which bear them.
Our love we do not speak of alone
But we are ripe in our age and one.
Weeds had grown in all of our lives,
dictate direction of our drives.
Dedicated to my husband, Ben.
*Tare [Pronounced ter]: In the Bible, a weed found growing among crops, usually considered to be darnel.
Darnel: Any of several usually weedy ryegrasses (genus Lolium)
Rhyming couplets chased by an un-rhymed couplet.
Two kittens sleep
aside as I write purring
each in a moccasin
To live without a human touch
aching with need from morn to eve
cocooned in a velour like clutch
of lifeless items aggrieved ...
Round shouldered risers still curled
about the lost image of he
retreat, retreat, he screams unfurl,
you bring yourself this misery!
Chase not the fading face lost;
seek, oh seek, the smiling phantoms
leave off these tearful days embossed
the wound will heal with prayerful alms.
Stand erect arms outstretched untorn
grasp life without the tearful storms.
Stuck in a situation,
Not knowing what to do?
Blocked from all directions,
Tired of being sick, throwing and feeling weak,
The people I thought I can trust walked away,
I am tired of selfish people,
I am tired of being alone and fighting this without any support,
When this should be your responsibility too!
All you want to do party and play,
I am tired of facing problems one after another,
I need peace, relax and have nothing to worry,
Yet you bring hell to me!
All you care about is you and your career,
While I give my life and risk everything for us & baby,
I give up my family, my car and now I am broke and homeless,
And all you care about is you and your dreams,
It bothers me how you think & blind to see,
My dreams and goals for my life is in the trash can,
You keep asking for respect yet you cant even understand your women,
Without a cause there is no effect,
I just wish you would understand that!
This is not about who wins or looses!
This is about us fixing problems togather as ONE!
Back on track with
my faith. Sometimes
I just feel ashamed,
chained down a disgusting
Why do I once again
slide away unsure if I'm saved?
I hold onto God's grace, a free gift
showing how much he truly loves
Christ alone is my cornerstone.
I could never survive this journey on
my own faith alone.
ARE THERE CARIBOU IN MALIBU?
The frail I fail to reach
The elderly with so much to teach
Those older whose shoulder brushes mine
And yet each and every eye still to shine
Those tangled up by values and vine
The ones who feed squirrels in some secluded square
Those with remembrances to relate with reverence, relevance and a touch of flair
The old and the better ones
The cold and bitter ones
Those who fear to do what they could never dare
Those who dare not do that which they fear
That elder on a bench was once a tailor in a shop on Main Street in Malibu
The one over there used to do conservation work for the caribou
Because every elder once was………….
Everyone once was something
Something of worth with value assessed
Everyone has been caressed
With lamentable last times and blessed by first times
Bed times, bad times and the worst times
Rain shower times and feathery flower times
Times of weakness and power times
Repressing and depressing times
Most had lovers to whom they were inclined
Sorrowfully one fell well behind
Still others had delight definitively defined
Some of them, on occasion, rose to the occasion
And most once had a viable vocation
Everyone did something kind
Everyone had vengeance weighing on their mind
Everyone tried to kindle a spark
And some were left deeply in the dark
Yet sadly only a sacred few will die and acutely, with acumen, leave their memorable mark
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