Yes, I invented “trick or treat”
so you could fill your mouth with sweets.
Candy bars and lemon drops,
marshmallows and Tootsie Pops,
butterscotch and bubble gum —
hold out your hand, they’ll give you some.
Chocolate kisses, Jujubes too,
sourballs and jellybeans for you.
Have a cake, some cookies too —
take a couple, grab a few.
Peppermint sticks and Mary Janes,
licorice whips and candy canes.
Slurp some soda, munch some pie,
don’t let those M&Ms go by.
Chew that toffee, munch those treats,
get that caramel in your teeth.
Then come see me, I’ll be near —
I’m your friendly dentist, dear.
Another chapter in my life
over much too soon
when there's so much more to live
it's just not opportune
but is Anonymous the author
or would it be myself possibly
writing this tale so true
could it be an autobiography
and yet I won't be put on hold
my one and only guarantee
tho' late won't be overdue
when it's check out time for me
for on turning a page today
I came to realise and to clarify
I'm living a story in a book on loan
from the Great Library in the Sky
Do to others as you seek,
Let kindness shine, make prayers unique.
Even when they mock and scorn,
Still bless them from dusk to dawn.
For God, in love so deep and true,
Held us close when we withdrew.
The Word made flesh drew near to stay,
Though we had wandered far away.
Upon that Cross, in the darkest night,
He interceded for us at Mercy’s seat.
The One who sent the floods before,
Now guides us through the Shepherd’s door.
He who gives good gifts with grace,
Says, ‘I won’t forget your face.’
Though kith and kin may turn aside,
Your name is in His palm inscribed.
The Author of our every page,
Writes ‘Redeemed’ through each new stage.
Once lost, now found - His Blood restores,
A life of victory forevermore!
An Author To Their Work
By Antuan Simmons
The author to their work.
Is like a man or woman to their family.
The pen and pencil is the son they guide to do right.
Guiding to write that first draft.
The keys to the computer is that spouse.
You spend quality time with.
Every punch to the fingers to computer keys.
Is a punch to create that storyline.
The late-night meals and sleepless nights
Is like caring for a daughter.
You miss sleep and but eat in the morning hours.
To fill in the beginning, in between, and end of your book.
Those words on paper is like giving birth.
Because you are putting a creation of literature together.
That comes from the bones, skin, heart, thoughts, and thinking of your mind.
Every formulated image in the story comes from the spirit within you.
The book is your family.
Because sometimes you spend more time creating a literary masterpiece story.
Then you do with your own actual family.
You eat, travel, drive, text, and talk with copies of your beloved book.
I was meant for this.
I swore I was meant for this.
Felt it in the marrow of my bones,
in the pull of every breath,
in the way my hands trembled not from fear,
but from longing.
But longing is not enough.
Wanting is not enough.
I have given everything—
my days, my nights, my ribs cracked open
to make room for something greater.
And still, it slips through my fingers,
a bird with broken wings
dragging itself into the dark.
I try to call it back,
but my voice does not carry the way it used to.
My feet do not land as surely as they once did.
The hands that were steady now shake,
uncertain, unwelcome.
And God, the silence—
how it stretches, how it mocks.
How it wraps itself around me,
a thing I cannot fight, cannot bargain with.
This was supposed to be mine.
I was supposed to be good enough.
But now, I am just a shadow
watching the thing I loved
turn its back on me.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.’
(The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act 3, Scene 2)
by Shakespeare
I have a real tale to tell
of two cities.
I need an author
of some note.
I heard of one whose
first name is Charles.
My name is Oliver and by
some twist of fate, I can’t
remember Charles’s last name!
Memoir Write
My life that was in plight
Introduction
Circumstance into intervention
Surrounding birth
My happenings on Earth
Death knocked
Overcast moment
My passing storm
Sudden sunrise
Heaven’s surprise
Blessing to emphasize
Living right
Sponsored God’s sight
I took a long walk to the park
While holding my book and pen in both hands
Upon arriving, I looked all around
And noticed a brown bench that looks extremely antique
I sat down quietly staring at a blank page
Just trying to form words together in my mind
So I could create a perfect first chapter
Ten minutes later
I still can't think of anything to write
Oh well!
Maybe I should give up completely
Or give it another try
Five minutes later, I'm fantasizing about
Being the best published author
Who sold a lot of books
Then it suddenly dawned on me
That I was not in reality
Now I'm back to square one
Staring at the same blank page
This time I'm getting different ideas
Therefore, I jot them down as they come to me
And I began to write constantly
Plus did not stop until my book was finished
How satisfied I felt that day
For I did not have to worry about anymore incomplete chapters.
Have you ever seen a candle glow,
the one that is whiter than snow.
The special brightness it will show,
it can light up a room for all to see.
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow”
Everyone has this very special light,
the light that lights all lights.
What is it you may ask,
the soul one was given at birth.
Many do not know about this special light,
therefore they do not use this special light.
Once you find it use it,
let your life show your light.
Letting the screen upon which life plays,
cognised in staid stillness slow.
I can see:
The pretty blue sky,
with bright sun shinning.
Fall garden sleeping,
flowers are all dead.
Big bees a buzzing.
I can feel:
Cool breeze touching,
my warm dry skin.
Warm lovely sun,
covers me up.
I can hear:
The birds sing,
barking dogs.
Kids on bikes.
I can smell:
Coffee,
donuts.
I can taste:
Cream.
You have caused a world of pain,
making me feel like you had me by a chain.
My life and spirit you did drain,
I cried like a heavy rain.
Field of forgiveness is an art,
one needs to make a new start.
It comes from a loving heart,
when one is very smart.
Forgiveness must be for me,
it is not about thee.
I need to be set free,
then I can flee.
As a new day breaks, the sun is peeking through the tall trees. A soft late fall breeze is still in the air. Winter is just around the corner with cold snow. Birds are chirping for their breakfast. Will this day be a day of heaven or hell? Living in this world of beauty is a small piece of heaven in nature. Yet there is danger at every turn. A cute little bunny can become a meal.
heaven for bunny
no more fear for him
free to live
Dear God anywhere but here I pray,
both day and night with a sigh.
I just want to run far away,
away where I can be myself.
I want my life to be real,
not a life someone else has picked for me.
A beautiful life that I can live in,
a life I can grow in love and happiness.
Many times I have asked myself,
why is life so very hard and unfair?
I am still listening and waiting,
will the answer ever show up?
Maybe one day....
What a pretty day,
sitting watching bees play.
My yellow sunflower bends.
I am perched up high,
friends will go by.
Dragon fly and a fairy are friends.
Quote By Poet "Thank You, just two little words that need to be used to God and to others."
I Am Thankful For God above,
for all His blessings and love.
I want to say Thank You,
because I am through and through.
From the start of each new day,
until the sunset with clouds of gray.
From work to play,
I want to say I am thankful as I pray.
There can be times of pain,
but they will not become a drain.
At times it must rain,
so the pretty flowers will bud even in Spain.
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