For the lark she sings in her morning song,
That brightens up my day.
The pitter patter of tiny drops,
Clouds fill the sky with grey.
The dampened ground, that familiar smell,
Now quenched refreshed anew.
Brings forth forgotten memories,
Of a time that I once new.
Like grains of sand they ebb and flow,
Those minutes of the day.
In lines of endless moments,
That brought forth that child at play.
For is this just like déjà vu
For some time I’ve been alone.
Now standing here now humble,
To all these things I’ve known.
With gentle face a youthful pose,
As we danced the night away,
A tender touch a knowing gaze,
No need for words to say.
For what is love but a feeling?
As hearts melt into one.
With the blessings of good fortune,
Now Care free and full of fun.
For they say that hopes eternal,
And all things come to he who waits.
Or is that for other people,
For nothing seems that straight.
Given in reflected thought,
To those oh so special years.
Brought back in just a heart beat,
I wipe away the tears.
© N windle
Copyright © nicholas windle | Year Posted 2014
A ship is safe in the harbor,
But that's not what ships are built for.
Because in the sum of our human gleams,
We have created the vessel for our dreams.
Its purpose: to retrieve the alien shore,
To scout, seek, achieve and explore.
A ship is meant to fly and fly,
To seize the horizon and capture the sky.
And the few of us with the intrepidity,
To brave the virulent vortex velocity
We are the wealthiest of men ever to dream
And ever to combat a sea or a stream.
And the harbored ships that fritter away,
Slowly begin to rot and decay.
Never has there been a greater waste of a day,
Than that spent harbored,
Than those of us who stay.
Copyright © Gael Attal | Year Posted 2009
How can I thank you for saving our lives?
Because of you my whole family survives
My pups and I were surrounded by smoke
As you rushed through the door, we heard you choke
The flames you doused after pulling us out
My gratitude I offer, snout to snout
I see you have burn marks behind your cheek
I, too, have scars on my black coat once sleek
And as I gaze into your bright blue eyes
I’ve seen you before, I now realize
We’d been in front of the World Trade Center
My owner and I watched as you entered
A hero in every sense of the word
Your safety for others always deferred
And to think you’d risk your life once again
When fire victims were not even human
*For Joyce Johnson’s “Doggy Gratitude” contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
When young I heard the glass was either ½ empty or ½ full
But with time I learned… to believe either one makes you a fool
My health made me battle from the almost empty place
But I came to see that… your life is not a glass or a race
I always worked to fill my cup to the ½ full point… and beyond
To compare my life to others always made the pessimist spawn
Optimist or pessimist is more than some kind of… point of view
They are each an integral part of what makes you… you
The pessimist is a part of everyone’s make up… that can make us give up
The optimist is an acquired trait… that has to be constantly built upon
Fight the pessimist who can bring you nothing but sadness and despair
Nurture the optimist that gives you the chance… to do and go anywhere
The optimist can give you self-respect and the chance to do great things
It can make your heart and your soul soar… and to grow great wings
It’s a way of life that can add to your existence and also others
Which way of life, you cultivate, says how much, you’ll see of life’s wonders
You see: Your cup is never ½ empty or ever ½ full… Life is a work in progress
So never give up… Look for ways, in this world, to bless
And why let anything stop you? It is a hard fight, to some times win...
But will be very gratifying… if you keep trying… until the end.
Written by Carol Eastman 11-7-2015
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015
Have you looked up at the sky today and watched the birds that flew pass? Did you notice the white fluffy clouds and a beautiful rising sun so vast?
Have you looked at the trees around and noticed the fruits and flowers that bares? A variety of beautiful colours that it displays. Do me a favour, just stop and stare.
Have you looked around your home today and saw all that you achieved? or did you rush out as normal again and forget the office keys?
Have you looked around work today and noticed every one stressed? Most of them in such a bad mood and some of them in a complete mess.
Have you listened to the radio today and sang along to some of the songs? Even though you might sing out of tune or sometimes get the words wrong.
Have you looked up at the sky tonight and saw the beauty that it holds? Or where you afraid to go outside that late in case you caught a cold?
Down the road could be a man who was born without sight. Yet thee most humble being and “hears” everything in delight.
On the other side could be a woman who will never be able to hear. But full of love to everyone cause she sees their love so clear.
Someone out there has no family or friends and someone will never be able to walk Someone out there has no job or home and someone will never be able to talk.
I guess that the problem with society today is not appreciating what’s already been given.
Simple yet priceless gifts from above, that’s always in front of us, never hidden.
Look around, appreciate and see how you have been blessed. Family and friends surround you, yes even though your life could be a mess.
A home, a job, a car to drive, clothes and food to eat. Remind me once again why you are never upbeat?
So have you looked up at the sky today and noticed the beauty that surrounds? And thanked God for all you have or did you rush out and started the day with a frown?
Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013
Oh imperceptible storm looming mighty as we walk,
secure is its claim as volatile manipulator.
The sun hides behind the insensitive violation,
the rugged moor top grows shapeless within the greyish shroud.
The day gives way to manifestation, illusions cast
as folk stagger habitually along life’s broadway.
My mother clasps a tiny hand, just happens to be mine,
the sun fights back peeps through the cloud, a shaft of light appears.
“One day you and I” she says “Will travel upon that light,
sent down every day for us, this the stairway to heaven.”
So many questions come to mind after these pensive years,
the day I buried my mother, a shaft of light appears!
2nd February 2013
for Seren Roberts contest
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2013
Walk with me, my child, before you grow
Hear of the world I’d like you to know
A unified Earth without country divisions
One without governments to make decisions
A world where people are not judged by race
Color neutral, can you imagine this place?
Freedom to worship as each one pleases
No hate-based reproaches, just loving breezes
All would have food, shelter and joy
Care would be given to each girl and boy
Mother Nature would smile upon us all
No earthquakes, tsunamis or mudslide falls
Art would be revered and beauty bestowed
Never again would war sounds explode
Now tell me, dear child, do you share my dream
For you hold the power to build a new team
Our youth may set our tomorrow in motion
Precepts like these need not only be notions
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
Your eyes saw my unformed body,
Yet even then, LORD, You knew me.
In Your Book were all Your plans laid,
You gave me life and I was made.
Before I saw light You were my Light
Each beat of breath, unfolding sight,
And as Your Hands knit me together,
Each bone and flesh inside my mother.
You saw how I would walk this earth,
How I would fall and lose my worth.
This child You made for Your own glory,
You took from darkness and misery.
Made new again by Grace and Mercy
You saved me from sin and set me free!
With thanks I sing, Your plans came to be
From broken to whole, LORD, You loved me.
Now as I see the coming sunset,
This form, this life, will soon face death.
From You I came and to You I return
Till then I breathe, but for that day I yearn!
"For you created my inmost being;
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from You
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in Your book
before one of them came to be.
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2016
I watch as they descend from the sky
So many of them I can't help wonder why
Once on the ground they dance all around
Still the sight of them to me is so profound
Some voices come in whispers so low
Yet some billow causing them to echo
There is a reason they came down below
They bring a message of things we should know
~Angels descending,bring from above,
Echoes of mercy,whispers of love~
These angels didn't fall at all
Just upon us they made a call
For : "Fallen Angels" contest of Tracie ~*~Indigo Dreamweaver
~Quote of Fanny J. Crosby included in this poem as requested~
Written in the form of Rhyming Couplet
4th Place Winner
Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012
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
Let your light shine, to show your way of life
The road can be difficult and hard
But remember that on your journey of life, you are never alone
Let your light shine and you will reach your goals
August 31. 2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012
As the never world awaits me,
The lord darkness, his cloak now draped.
Haunting images that appear in dreams,
Invade the subconscious, till again I wake
Complative thoughts well before the dawn,
I walk the morning shore,
How many have stood on these same sands,
Reflecting the echoes of those no more.
And still the waves they pound the shore,
Relentless in their quest,
As they crash on the rocks with deafly roar,
White tipped and foaming zest.
Dawn breaks with gilded cotton clouds,
Waiting like courtiers to their king.
Gathering round the sovereign sun,
Bestowing his warmth on everything.
Would that life compare to the shore,
All worries get washed away.
Cares thrown to the four winds,
As on my knees I pray
© N A Windle 2009
Copyright © nicholas windle | Year Posted 2009
Today you have no reason to be sour and sad
When you look around, the world is not too bad
Smile to the world and you will see hwo many friends you get
Focus on everything that is positive and don`t be upset
Open your window let the sun and love come in
Today, it is your birthday and you have everything to win
A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012
I watched that heavy door begin to close,
all the while the winds above me rose.
The years whisper and whistle back into my ear,
the memories haunted by sorrows and fear.
With a new day it finally dawned on me,
the past needed locking and I had the key.
Leave it behind, leap and fly away free,
let the winds of change blow and carry me.
Feel them lifting my wings now able to soar,
up to an open sky and caged no more.
Flying so fast to where no hurt can find,
a place of peace now inhabits my mind.
This heart full of courage never ceases to beat,
knowing my history is not destined to repeat.
Clear paths now lead me to a new destination,
for my life, my future and the next generation.
Written - March 26th, 2016
Inspired in part by the song, "Winds of Change" by The Scorpions
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016
The lake is a plate of evening blue
Here where mists of dew sprinkle the view
Under lilting skies the undulating sea
Stretches far beyond infinity
Silent and calm, no hint of green
Smooth as silk with translucent sheen
Rippling blue as far as fingers can see
Yet when the moon’s luminosity
Fondles the surface where the wavelets flow
Twinkling jewels are dew-pearls’ glow
To easels of moonbeams on a crystal sea
How incredibly beautiful this vignette can be...
For Brian Strand's Image Theme Contest/ 2 to 14 Lines
By nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011
< Cascading lakes and streams
The loon stands out it seems
Minnesota's state bird
I know it must sound absurd
Adopted in nineteen sixty one
Wails and yodels heard under the sun
Black and white bearing red eyes
Wingspans five feet can make one cry
Body lengths up to three feet
Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat
They are high speed flyers
And great underwater divers
They can dive up to ninety feet
In pursuit of fish they want to eat
They are even on our license plates
An critical habitat drawn on metal slates
Twelve thousand of these unique birds
God that has to be a lot of turds
But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues
Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010
Earth is what we become and makes us whole.
Air is the first and last thing we breathe in.
Fire is what consumes us and eats our sin.
Water cleanses us, mind, body and soul.
Spirit is in us all and makes us who we are.
Without these we would fall oh so far.
Invite them into our sacred circle and pay tribute.
As we are condemned, we are resolute.
We love fiercely and fight for our freedom.
Ignorance breeds fear and unwisdom.
Thank them for gracing us with their presence.
While we give our thanks and recompense.
Exhilarated and feeling like a newborn child,
Wow this circle's "magic" is wild.
Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009
I held your face and caught your tears..
On my fingertips they balanced and disappeared..
Swallowed your sadness with an open mouth..
Lifted grief away and showed what love is about..
Took a dream and gave you the starring role..
A place to run and play and feed your soul..
Now your free to dream your own..
Just remember me, your never alone..
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
The end of my life the beginning of my death
I shall start to slowly inhale my final breath
Fast forwarding memories race through my mind
There is one in particular that I’m trying to find
Is it of the hottest night or the brightest day?
I really don’t know how could I possibly say
White capped waves to snow capped peaks
As I start to exhale I feel so tired and weak
Funny how everything has started moving so slow
As my mind races to learn what it shall never know
Suddenly everything ceases as clouds fill my eyes
For I have frozen in the memory of you and I
Nothing but darkness here at the end of the race
As my final breath of air softly kisses your face
As I travel through the darkness I feel no fear
I’m lost in the taste from the salt of your tear
They say eternity is no more than an equation of time
Consequences of our life heaven or hell shall define
There is one truthful fact regarding my fate
Our Lord Jesus Christ will meet me at the gate
But I won’t go in that’s something I could never do
There is no heaven for me until I walk in with you
I’ll sit down right there just outside of the gate
I’m certain for you the Lord will let me wait
I know you’ll be mad because I waited so long
Sweetheart you are the message inside of my song
And the message my song shall forever send
It could only be heaven if I have my friend
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
I look across the windswept canyons, see the blazing trees.
A gold and russet ocean swells beneath the autumn breeze.
It surges as the highest tide to reach the mountain tops.
An endless wave of beauty rushing on, it never stops.
And in the sky of tangerine, its gulls are birds that glide
across this sea of fantasy into the eventide.
The disappearing flock of geese and waning sun imbue
nostalgia that engulfs the soul enraptured by the view.
My valley home, like ocean’s strip of shore, now calls to me,
a voyager who must depart from gilded mountain sea.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
Once I was thinking of building a shopping plaza along the Gaza strip
But the Israeli's being what they are - thought my sales could take a dip
So I thought I would build a set of tunnels starting from just beneath my feet
The guy from Hamas came & thought my tunnel plans really looked quite neat
So I employed a load of free loading Egyptian labourers - I got 'em on the cheap
I paid ‘em with lots of unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off rotten kosher meat
First we built a cafe serving up falafel and played loud music to cover up the din
It must have kinda of worked because the locals never seem to have heard a thing
It took us over 3 months to reach the bloody Israelis wall of concrete and steel
Damn if the ******s were not waiting for us shouting "Are you lot for flippin’ real”
They sent us back to Gaza with a rocket launcher up everyones flippin’ ass
Saying “You ain't getting in here sunshine’s - not without a flippin’ pass
The Egyptains’ were not very happy - but that's not so unusual for them
If you are thinkin' of employing us to build another tunnel - then you can think again
We all arrived back at the Syed café - just to find it had shut up sharp
Apparently there had been a 100% sale on down at the local supermart
The Egyptians’ all looking a ghostly white from months of working in the dust
Suddenly disappeared - they had all absconded outta of here on the local bus
Sitting on a dusty chair down at the Syed cafe - I watched the rest of Gaza burn
While totting up the juke box to the sounds of “The House of the Rising Sun"
Ahh a Palestinians’ lot is not an easy lot - for that you can be very sure
Just ask anyone from Farah to Beit Hanoun - they all know the score
Those damn Israelis’ won't be happy till they have us all mowed down like we lice
Then have us all sold off to the West bank pretending that they are selling rice
The guy from Hamas reappeared saying "Those tunnel plans really looked quite neat”
Here is 10 thousand unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off rotten kosher meat
Well a Palestinians’ lot is not a happy lot - but he just will not be beat
So I opened a local vendor stall - just down at the bottom of my street
Selling thousands of unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off rotten kosher meat
Thinking of the days when the guy from Hamas thought my tunnel plans really looked quite neat
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016
I usually write in couplet rhyme
Its simply what I do it's not by design
It's just the way the words seem to flow
Into my head up out of my soul
I love the ones that are full of light
See they are what brought me up out of the night
People prove they care by the things that they do
So I write this light for all of you
I write it because I wish you to know
True beauty is born with-in the soul
The soul is a thing that cherishes the light
Do you not embrace the stars through the dark of night
Well as you do know my words are true
They may twinkle bright but not as bright as you
You are angels who covered me in your prayers
Let me know I'm someone worthy of care
I hold you all in my heart just like my wife
Like her you are "a blessing in my life"
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
When Sparks Fly.
The magic in our togetherness make's sparks fly.
Years of me loving her, her heart will always be mine.
Our trials, our errors, through out our years.
Seeing grandchildren we made, strikes me to tears.
Two hearts we have still beat as one.
The magic of our love is like white morning doves.
We are still young then turning so old.
Magically we are still in love 7 times fold.
I have found my soul mate early in my life's stride.
We both believe our love, with togetherness is our pride.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009
Before the future and after the past
We have found each other’s souls at last
In the beat of a heart I was able to see
The rest of my life belonged to thee
When our eyes met it wasn’t a glance
Locked together in a forbidden trance
For we had each given up on love
And being forgiven by Lord above
We were forever lost and on the run
Burying our pain by having our fun
Children scattered from here to there
As we stayed so high we didn’t care
We each knew when you come down
You lose your mask and face the clown
And that was something we couldn’t do
Until the day you met me and I met you
Unplugging the phone we locked the doors
I told you my sins and you told me yours
The people in our life just couldn’t believe
We found in each other the strength to leave
To change our fate was quite the chore
But there was noting we each wanted more
My children love you and yours love me
Because we have melted into one family
I wrote this poem because I want you to know
You beat with my heart and live in my soul
You have always been way more than my lover
You’re the friend I found who is like no other
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
I see you in the distance quite stunning are are to my eye's,
I start to check you up and down I think an angel has arrived.
Lovely slender legs and curvy little waist,
nicely proportioned bust, amazing grace.
As you slowly get closer my heart skips a beat,
flicking your beautiful long brown hair so I can gaze upon your face.
I quickly turn my head away,
I just can't believe my eye's.
That sexy attractive women I thought you were,
Nek Minnit, your a guy.
Contest: ANY 2012 POEM any theme/any form max of 18 lines - Brian Strand
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Copyright © Murray Mahauariki | Year Posted 2012
Lost in love,
Found in pain,
Can't get out,
All in vain.
Keep you with me
All my life.
Your words cut into me
Like a knife.
I lay in your arm,
Staying out of harm.
Keep me there,
Because i know you care.
Lost in love,
No more pain,
Don't want out,
Not in vain.
Copyright © Hope Ballard | Year Posted 2010
This day was as peaceful as to me the day had been so long
As I listen to the birds chirping just for me in their last song
As Autumn descends upon us - but all the land is still green
As warm showers give the birds - their last chance to preen
It is only times like this - to which I am at my most content
Memories I that hold within the Kirkyard are to me only lent
As within the Kirkyard - I get to see deaths glory at its best
As I read all the gravestone epitaphs of all those now at rest
I can hear all the idling chatter of those so unearthly ghosts
Saying to me - "you are welcome" - today we are your hosts
A peacefulness prevails here - as only a Kirkyard could give
As I enter another time frame and to how folks used to live
Passed before my eyes images of long ago for me displayed
That then disappears into the walls of the Kirkyard in a haze
Ghostly figures even stop to stare at me - in their eerie way
What do they think of me as I am dress for the modern day
Silence descends - no words in fear these images would break
Every image captured like pictures within my mind - I do take
The sun sets with sad loneliness laden underneath its weight
Every gravestone whispering to me till I reach the iron gates
The Kirkyard is now all dampen - with the coming of the night
It will flourish once more come tomorrows early morning light
I, a soul tired and so weary as seen as etched across my face
As I pass beneath the gate lamp it showers me with its grace
For myself - fearing how much fear - that I have in death itself
But . . .
On my death I will enter this Kirkyard - and only feel its wealth
Indiana Shaw . . . (*-*)
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016
Don't carry the dead back home
Leave them better left alone
Time will come to face those fears
Now your debts are in arrears
Grab the living by the hand
Tell them you still have a plan
Even beggarly and small
somehow rise above it all
Be the salt and not the dross
Claim the win and not the loss
Someone needs you to be strong
Fake it, make it right or wrong
"Till you really reach the place
where you learn to turn your face
to the only one who knows
how your inner garden grows.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2005
My hand’s outstretched, within your grasp
So hold it, please, and take it fast
Allow it not to hang and wait
Destined to a lonely fate
It reaches through a thickened haze
Calling you out for welcoming days
Needing to feel you take its hold
Releasing from its bitter cold
Our friendship waits for new day’s sun
To bask and play until the day is done
Then, in sleep, we’ll continue play
Until we rise on sun’s new day
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013