'Twas our Christmas Eve dinner; we all had sat down
at the table to eat. Grandma couldn’t be found!
We children were fussing; Dad rose to his feet.
shouting, “Where are you, Ma? We’re ready to eat!”
When from the next room we heard such a noise
Jenny squealed, “Santa Claus must have brought toys!”
We then heard a sound like a whimpering pup
saying, “Help. I’ve fallen and cannot get up.”
Grandpa jumped up and then rushed to the door
that led to the bathroom. There on the floor
lay our poor grandma, eyes widened in fear,
looking like she’d got run over by reindeer!
The dresser had fallen. It had her pinned down.
Grandma was wildly flailing around.
More swiftly than Rudolph, we did all we were able.
We unpinned her. Then Mom yelled, “Back to the table!”
Back to the dining room all we kids came
As our mom started to call us by name.
“Davy, Mel, Jenny, Angie, Marie. . .
Get back here now. I’m counting to three!”
Like animals not having eaten all day,
stuck in a cage without getting their way,
we sat at that table our bellies all growling,
and Davy, the baby, by now was howling.
And then finally what did appear?
Dad with our grandpa and grandma so dear!
Supported by both our grandpa and dad,
Grandma was flushed and looking quite bad.
She was dressed in a housecoat trimmed in white lace
and a big purple bruise had now formed on her face.
Mom pulled out a chair helping Grandma to sit,
and then our dad bellowed, “OK, have at it!”
Our mouths how they watered to see the large ham.
“And that isn’t all,” said Mom, “I made lamb!”
Her small pretty mouth was turned up in a grin,
“The food’s getting cold now. Children, dig in.”
Our dad how he laughed as he poured lots of gravy
onto his potatoes and kidded with Davy.
And Grandma sat smiling despite her great fall
while Grandpa gulped spiked nog, not talking at all.
With eyes that seemed bigger than my own belly,
I dished out big spoonfuls of cranberry jelly.
Mom winked and I knew I had nothing to dread.
Her pleasure was in us all being well fed.
I went straight to work at stuffing my face
when suddenly Mom said, “We didn’t say grace!”
We closed our eyes listening to our dad’s prayer.
I peeked but was met by my mom’s warning stare!
Dad finished the prayer with a hearty Amen.
Then we were all grabbing Mom’s fixings again.
When the food had all vanished and our stomachs hurt,
we heard Dad exclaim, “So what’s for dessert?”
For the Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale - Poetry Contest
of Carol Eastman
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
Wash my heart and make it clean
Remove the grime from where it's been
Take my idle hands make them yours
Use them to open holy doors
My cracked lips long to sing your praise
Be my Mistro the rest of my days
Guide my calloused feet along your path
I wish to know Love and not your wrath
Take my arms place them around the poor
Help me realize I need less not more
Plant your precious thoughts in my mind
Change me from selfish, make me kind
let me see your face with my eyes
Remove my ignorance make me wise
Apart from you I cannot be whole
Thank's for this reconditioned soul
One day my life will end, I know it's true
Please give me wings, so I can fly to you
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope
Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care
About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you
We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace
And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive
As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife
And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids
We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good
Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal
We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice
We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong
Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through
The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care
We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone
And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you
Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
On silky sky, a silent prayer
for God and love and stars live there.
In light of sun and milky moon,
in depths of dark and crests of dune,
where sunlit gems meet farthest seas,
where rainbow’s hues meet gentlest breeze,
to love on high His majesty,
to fully bask in His glory,
to greet the clouds and welcome rain,
to hear the joy in thunder’s refrain,
to know this love resides within,
so once closed hearts can share, opened.
A silent prayer on silky sky
becomes a song to God on high.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014
The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.
Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.
Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.
White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.
The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.
The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.
The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.
The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
I’m thankful, Lord, for all that’s good -
My freedom, health and womanhood.
So much I have of gratitude
For warmth and shelter and good food.
Especially I’m thankful for
My family and friends and more. . .
I love thy mountains, plains and seas,
Thy many flowers, plants and trees.
May people understand the worth
Of all you’ve given us on earth.
Please bless the loved ones in my life,
Especially those now facing strife.
I pray that I will not be blind
To those in need; I must be kind.
I pray whatever comes to me,
That I’ll accept it gracefully.
Forgive my faults and silly ways.
To thee, oh Lord, I give my praise.
And so I lay me down again.
Bless everyone, dear Lord. Amen.
Written Aug 17, 2016
For the Prayer Poetry Contest of Eve Roper
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
Way before the sunrise is when I start my day
I offer thankfulness in the prayer that I pray
I do love the morning with its beautiful sunrise
Especially when reflecting off clouds in the sky
My life is a journey with my soul as the guide
What makes it beautiful is my wife at my side
My children are my strength; encouraging me
I make sure that everyday is truly all it can be
My friends are many though old-friends are few
For I no longer agree with the things that they do
I still hold them all in my prayers and my heart
Nothing in this life could ever pry them apart
So what is the story the meaning of this rhyme?
The blessing is there if we just follow the sign
To accept the blessings the place we must start
Just be as a child and look through your heart
Be as a child; cherish every one of your dreams
If you wish to feed the river than become a stream
Everything will happen in its own time and place
You will truly find peace once you’ve found grace
Since love is the place where we all need to start
Remember, be kind and gentle to your own heart
One day, “Old Saint Peter,” will open up the gate
There is nothing to fear for heaven will be great
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2010
A Prayer for my Wife
Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here
I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say
I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you
Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas
I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more
And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations
But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife
And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead
And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.
I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand
I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again
And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’
I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace
And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010
Met with you the first time, knowing not what I had just found.
Working days and nights beside you, walking unit’s hard ground.
Helping one another in and out of these day’s crisis.
Trust in easy comfort sharing secrets and our vices.
Blinded by your selfless nature under our same God’s eyes.
Colored hues of virtue burned into your soul it rides
Times enduring twelves in truth and depth of pasts and yet-tos.
Corners turning heads to tails in trails you doing time thru.
I have watched you suffer dating burden from his cold hand,
Wanting many times to tell you to break from that dead man.
Wisdom needing to remind me, hope was holding you still.
Losing grip, you make the change and years returning, Love will.
My prayers carry wishes for you, one day’s given good spouse.
Under Holy Ghost’s soft guidance, making your home, God’s house.
Sharing smiles and tears in keeping promise past the last day.
Into Christ’s embrace that shines you through a Heaven’s gateway.
Always just a thought away you will be after our end.
Grateful in my heart to have been given such a rare friend.
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2014
Divine Master most precious crowned golden Spirit
You who sits in Heaven regal most gracious hear our prayers
Lord and Holy Master angels sing in choir rejoicing
in Your love we break and share bread with wine
Body and blood in Your suffering for our sins
Died on the cross at Calvary forgive me my King
I am weak in the eyes of the world guide me
always and forever in Your light colours freedom Amen.
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
A glowing Yuletide candle light
Is burning very, very bright
For all our soldiers far away
Spending Christmas a soldiers way.
Dreaming of home and holiday cheer,
Wishing that their loved ones were near.
We are at home dreaming dreams too,
While thinking of and praying for you.
Look for some gifts to let you know
That the great sacrifices you bestow
In blessing us with freedom and care
Is especially returned in loving prayer.
Please know that the Lord is with you,
Giving you courage in all that you do.
Merry Christmas to our soldiers so dear,
May you share it safe at home next year!
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015
Swinging daffodils under the azure sky
as if thousands of butterflies waiting to fly.
In front of me upto almost horizon
nodding their yellow heads in unison.
A yellow sea amid lush green of Spring
creating waves butterflies without wings.
Praying to God each one looking towards sky
'Next time please give us wings to fly'.
© kash poet
Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012
At night rapscallions in my head
Refuse the coal that scorches dread
And peace, however light the touch
Calms the seas where dragons rush
The crescent moon, my dreams aglow
With love so pure, pearl ivy grows
Hurried heart that once sought fame
Must kindle hope nee shatter shame
Above the sky where Angels dwell
My pealing bark in prayer reveals
A moment filled with His relief
When light grows dim
© All Rights Reserved
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2012
Her man was woven into love spell
By another woman, not of her smell.
Bewitchery, she will not tolerate
To the perfumery she’ll calculate.
Apothecary had the perfect answer
An exotic earthy whiff from vetiver!
Happy she was her man found her erotic -
But, alas, it was only episodic!
She spritzed the air with essence of rose petal -
Then a reminiscence of the betrayal!
Love and romance the attar generated
Very soon enough it evaporated.
Memorable scent of basil she wore next,
Pleasurable things her man not to forget,
In vain, it was she who cannot forget -
In her mind fresh the err her man had make,
Scent of her rival made her green with envy,
Scent of betrayal made her very angry,
Desperate but hopeful, she went to a lone edifice;
Temperate and humble, the scent of water brought her peace.
Copyright © hija de la luna | Year Posted 2014
Ancient deity of water and sky
Hear my most unworthy cry
Know that I ask without greed or guile
To borrow your strength for a little while
Although this prayer is my desire
I only ask what is truly required
Bathing in your sacred breath
As I sit in this circle in the earth
Knowing the elemental power
I convene with you at this zero hour
Copyright © Jenni Munn | Year Posted 2011
There is a spirit that watches over you
In the daylight hours, and nightime too.
You may not think that they are there
But there is a way to make you aware.
I learned the name of my angel a long time ago
Because I was interested and I wanted to know.
His name is "Maximus" and is with me here
To learn of his presence once made me fear.
Because what you do is watched all the day
The angel keeps tabs, God finds out that way.
I guess you think I'm being naive
Trust your faith, if you believe.
If you want to know your angel's name
There is a way to find out which is no game.
Say a prayer for three days in a row
And after each time ask him to reveal his name to you.
If you believe in him he will tell you true
If not, he may be silent to you.
I know of others who have tried this I can say
Some, have learned the names of their angels this way.
When you pray for their name do not think it absurd
Some, I know, will hear that singular word.
It won't come as a shout from heaven on high
But rather as a whisper, when your angel is nigh.
These spiritual beings are here for us all
Sometimes they wait just to here us call.
And when you do wouldn't if be grand
If you knew the spirit's name...who behind you stands!
Try it and see if you think I'm fooling around
Be honest with yourself with both feet on the ground.
As someday that spiritual angel you will greet
Wouldn't it be nice to be on a "first name" basis when you meet?
And if you try but do not hear their name
Keep on trying because your conviction was lame.
I know many will think I'm crazy with this
But knowing my angel's name has brought comfort and bliss.
So try it yourself and see if in kind
If your angel will speak to you...they really don't mind.
Because then a dialogue with them you can share,
Even if they never speak again, you'll know...they're there.
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010
Upon the path to self-destruction,
noticed I, a quaint obstruction.
Barrin' me to stay my course
was fear, envy, doubt and remorse.
"Imagine it!" to meself says I,
"Tis for these thing' I long to die."
An' so, I set me down to think.
"This bodes not well! Were't the drink?"
When at that moment, me eyes was soak't,
an' a blazin' tow'r o' fire an' smoke
appeared 'afore my sot'n feet
an' I prayed: "Dear Lord!
My soul do keep!"
As I fumbled the words
to the prayer of the Lord,
bespoke he to me:
"What are ye here for?"
Now, gath'rin me wits
with me eyes from the floor,
Ah I cleared me throat, an' this I swore:
"Dear God Almighty, can ye' please
forgive this trespass.
As you see, I know not what
I bargained for, and I am sorry,
my dear Lord."
Quite sober now
as I could be,
the Lord then spoke
these words to me;
"My child, from where thy feet now stand,
look to the east, where sun meets land.
Beyond those hills I raised of yore,
there once were lands, that are, no more.
Tongues that are no longer spoken
and vows that are, many,
long since broken.
Now look to the west,
where the sun meets the sea.
There are mountains yet raised
known only to me.
Cities to come, that shall never be,
and races of man, that no man shall see."
He paused, and I reflected on these,
then he added, to sum it all up, it seemed;
"Ages before I had ever begun,
I knew this very day would come.
I chose this hour, I chose this place,
and I chose you to recieve this grace.
So, be not troubled, child of mine.
You were meant to be here, at this time.
Do you still want to throw yourself from on high?"
"Dear Lord no! I don't want to die!
Now, more than ever, I want to live!
And I fell to my knees,
and I worshiped him.
Copyright © josh kirkwood | Year Posted 2012
God's little children are precious,
They are gifts that God gives to us.
God will guide us to teach them to be sweet,
His word will help us to share, which is neat.
Jesus had experience as a small child,
He is an example to us, tame or wild.
Each child needs to see Jesus' love through us,
Through our witnessing, these children will trust.
Singing or saying a little prayer each day,
This will help little children to walk God's way.
Jesus' footprints are the way to the light,
We lead our children with all of our might.
God's pure and perfect love are what we need,
Leading a child is how we plant a seed.
Teaching our children to pray,
Helps them to know what to say.
They will learn to seek His wisdom and love,
These children will seek for strength from above.
Copyright © Kathy Gillet | Year Posted 2007
A lover's prayer
Oh lord, please listen to me
I know how much you've blessed me
But you are the controller of all feelings
Everything we do and the form of all things
You know how I feel, my heart is crying
I'm in despair, my soul is dying
Only you lord can hear my plea
Please help me control my destiny
My heart is broken, like a shattered window
Yet I've told no one, so afraid for them to know
I keep it a secret, try to sing a merry song
But lord you know it won't last very long
You're the owner of my fate
I beg of you, help me before it's too late
The owner of my feelings, owner of my heart
Please help me now, or I'll be torn apart.
Copyright © Maryam Jameela Haniff | Year Posted 2009
A Billion Soul Mates
By Rick Rucker
I don’t think that there’s one “soul mate,”
No more than there is a “perfect” date.
In searching for a match,
I easily found a glorious catch!
To say I love her, makes me a liar,
She simply set my Heart afire!
When I saw her, I felt Doom,
There she was, across the room,
I knew my Heart would not long last,
It would burn up very fast.
I saw her first, then she smiled,
Suddenly, my Heart went wild!
Her face was like a Vermeer painting,
Now, I was afraid of fainting!
I knew that I would fall in Love,
And said a prayer to those Above.
I was struck so hard by her beauty,
I forgot to do my “duty.”
In my hand, I held a rose,
But I was frozen, head to toes!
In front of me, the Love I seek,
Why can’t I get my tongue to speak?
Finally, with an effort heroic,
I tried to appear quite stoic,
And not drool all over her,
That we ate is still a blur,
The first thing that I recall,
When escaping from my thrall,
We were standing near her car,
The best date I’d had, by far.
As I watched her car leave,
‘Twas then that I began to grieve.
I knew I’d made the date a mess,
What she thought, I could only guess.
Driving home, I thought it through,
And decided what I’d do,
I’d not call her, in that way,
I wouldn’t have to hear her say,
That she’d not see me more,
Which would drop me to the floor!
After an agonizing week,
I called her, and in a voice quite meek,
And asked on another date,
“Yes,” her answer, I can relate!
A dozen more have we had since then,
We’re planning on what happens when,
We’ve become more than each other’s friend,
And we will be together ‘til The End!
And so, I’m trying to let you see,
That if a common guy, like me
Can find his Love, with this few dates,
There must be a billion “soul mates”
For each one of us,
A dozen on the next bus!
If you’ve not found her, don’t despair,
She’s just around that corner, there!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2010
To wake up every morn with a lively song,
And inhale the stephanotis fragrance strong,
Will it not urge us to pass our summer day,
Forget the night and chase our bad dreams away?
Dawn arises above the far horizon
Thoughts and meditations really wizen,
We accept God's gift given freely to us,
Enjoy nature which He has given us thus.
Let us savor our blue lively skies so clear.
Employ all our hours in good and not in fear.
Make certain that what we do comes from our will,
Tasks of honor and charity we'll instill.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017
There is a thing that has filled my soul
The Lord is the dearest friend I know
He listens with no interruptions at all
Especially when my back is to the wall
I don’t need to see him to know he is real
He lives in my thoughts and all that I feel
When I first called to him I was a shell
Just another sinner headed off to hell
He answered my prayer then to my delight
He gave me the gift and desire to write
Through all I have written it’s clear to see
I walk with the Lord for he lives in me
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.
The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.
We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured
except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw
of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle
a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete
to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars
to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires
to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013
I was listening to oldies wishing the songs would not end
They carried me back to when time was a friend
A time when I wore a younger man's smile
Culottes, pedal pushers and love were in style
We rode our bicycles all over town
Put a flash light on the handlebars when the sun went down
Sometimes we'd gather in Dutch Hill Park
Play on the swings until well after dark
We smoked Luckies and Camels because we were men
Filters were for girls way back then
There were fights and laughter, sometimes a beer
A childhood lived without knowing fear
Mothers raised children, fathers worked hard
Wash was on clothes lines in the back yard
Somehow the bills got paid when they were due
Dads stopped on the way home from work for a few
Sometimes there were days without a penny to spend
Neighbors were family when time was a friend
We cherish those memories as we get old
Memories are more precious than silver or gold
I close my eyes say a prayer and to sleep I descend
Then dream of the days when time was a friend
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2011
I DID WHAT!!!!
I voted liberal in the year of two thousand eight
Tired of George, my thinking wasn't that great
Now I realize as I see my country choking
I say to myself, Vince, what were you smoking
I voted liberal, the dumbest thing I've done yet
It took fourteen trillion before they knew they were in debt
They stole the entire United States treasury from me and from you
And from our children, grandchildren and great grandchildren too.
The spending is done at a rate that's insane
They shoved our credit rating right down the drain
The media hasn't complained about four dollars for gas
Vince, you must have had your head up your (guess)
I voted for change. I believed all those lies
We got change. I couldn't believe my eyes
I'm watching the death of the American Eagle
Guess I'll say a prayer while it's still legal
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2012
I sit on my porch on this beautiful day
I will become this poem prayer I now pray
I have learned to enjoy the simple things in life
My daughter’s smile and the love of my wife
The way the leaves rustle in the morning breeze
God’s music always seems to bring me such ease
I love how the breeze softly kisses my face
Tis’ the natural wonder of God’s embrace
I have learned to love as well as learned to live
You know life’s greatest joy is learning to give
Give all that you are till you empty your cup
Have the heart of a lion, soul of a pup
The beautiful things truly cost not a dime
I’m trying hard to make the most of my time
So many years wasted so few left to go
There are so many things that I wish to know
I learn so many new things each passing day
Sometimes I feel like I’m slipping away
I’m trying hard to become all I can be
I owe that social responsibility
What this poem’s about I truly don’t know
Reckon it’s just another piece of my soul
A soul that has finally found itself some peace
What was once a rock is now softer than fleece
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
I'm borrowing a gorgeous country
I may borrow it as often as I can
I accept their courtesy and smile
I smile back and are happy to provide a helping hand
I am enjoying the sun in this sunny land
I think of autumn and the rain back home
I'm enjoying the day with all my enjoyment
I hope the day could've been much longer
I am delighted with the floral scent that fills the air
I listen to the waves rolling along the seaside
I listen to the prayer that comes from the mosque
I feel a quiet peace lowered into my body
I'm borrowing this beautiful country, just for fourteen days
I am free of thoughts, free from time ..... I'm in my paradise Turkey
Turkey - 20.09.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012
A wee prayer for my all my friends,
may life grant you a smile from every test.
May the number of your days be many,
and for the reasons of your life be plenty.
May there be strength in your stride,
and let happiness in life be your guide.
If you find yourself going through hell,
just remember to ring that bell or yell.
I will be there for you my friend,
even if this takes us to our end.
Edward J. Ebbs
Contest: "UPTO TEN LINES any form/theme"
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011
Today a butterfly
fluttered through the sky.
Swooping, drawing near,
floating close enough to hear,
the wish whispered softly,
through teardrops a little salty.
It landed on the little nose
and heard the giggle as it goes.
To the heavens it soared up high,
releasing the wish on a little sigh.
That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2015