Best Britt Poems
Into the timeless wood he fled, running from the night
While demons of his past gave chase beneath the pale moonlight
The man dressed in soiled rags, filth of his own making
Had spent a life unto himself, all others there forsaking.
But in the night, as shadows came, though nothing made a sound
A voice there in the dark he heard, though no one was around
Calling out to him by name, “Go… seek the blood stained bridge
Its ageless timber, dogwood made, up on yon high ridge.”
Somehow, he knew the voice he heard while running from the night
Was not from friend or foe without, but came from deep inside
So run he did through elder wood, to find the yon high ridge
The Voice there still was guiding him to reach the fabled bridge.
In agony, all power spent, found he the edge of night
His demons dogged him all the way and pressed him for a fight
The host advanced and pushed him back, back toward yon high ridge
But, when he turned to his dismay, he found no “saving” bridge.
He questioned if the voice he heard and trusted in the night
Was naught but wishful thinking; a last ditch hope-filled lie
In anguish and frustration there, he stood in fear and pain
And cursed his stubborn nature that kept him bound in shame.
Despairing for the life he’d lived, in fear of coming death
He fell there on the shifting sand and cried with his last breath
“I’m sorry for the things I’ve done and regret the life I’ve led”
He turned then to accept his fate, but there appeared the bridge instead.
The shadows all began to fade, his soul started to mend
As he took the first step ‘cross that bridge, the night came to an end
Waiting on the other side, the risen sun in brilliant light
The Voice within him beckoned, “Come,” then freed him from the night.
~Christopher Thor Britt
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 wounds he took 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 down
How those hands lift me up and turn my every frown
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
Motif: Spirituality
A Collaboration
I am the wind thru the trees
The apple blossom on fragrant breeze
A solitary sunbeam on a cloudy day
The rhythm of life as the tall oaks sway
I am the stream teaming with life
And the orchard, sweet, when all is ripe
Before creation was spoken to be
I am that I am, and I am He
Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Spiritual
O love, my love…where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there?
If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare?
I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, mine own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.
O suitors, I commend thy will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.
~Christopher Thor Britt
A TRUE BEAUTY N' FRIEND OF LIFE'S
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WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY WANT.
Written By: CARMA SANDERSON
06/18/12
THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO A BEaUTy OF NATure: MY DEar BRITtnay MaD Ink CaLDwell
She prays; gods halo again brightly creeping from underneath the shadowed covers of comfort. Slowly awakening her blissful HEArT re*collabrated and re*juvinated to start the day quietly tip-toed inside her peaceful home. A plantation thats shown to be told,firmly planted is all she'll ever know, thank you god my almighty straight to the LION'S den's mouth, as her heart is poured out in extreme greatness. She announced her DOGS EYE is not in pain anymore. So Thank You god for you are my only GOD!!!! You've engaged this HEArT strongly SHAPPED, I do love me; and the WOMAN I have become. In these last few weeks she has learned GENUINE SOULS do care like you, as parents we will keep her fruitful n' clothed. She'll learn that LOVE IS: more powerful then anything imaginable as you have, you image this world through a precious eye;(my DOG) across the sky in colorful RAE'S of skittles I can taste the RAINBOW... COLLABRATING IN THE CLOUDS... Watching SUN~SET DAWN DOWN fast asleep holding on to those DREAMS along side my dog. Teaching everyone to LOVE with/out SELFishness, just against GRACE For her HEART Is BIGGER Than the UNIVERSE.... As she chooses FREE~WILL!!!!!!
WILLINGLY!!! I Know now her Entire FAMILY HouseHold is in good HEALTH, SAFEly hidden from DANGER N' HARM,and has had A Peacful nights rest beside the warm fire I will lay;as she closes her eyes during nights break.
I LOVE YOU GOD FOR ALL YOu DO N' SHOW!!!
Written by: Carma SWEETHEART; and
Ravonne Jus MAD (BRITTANY CALDWELL)
06-21-12. Thank you BRITTANY for letting me do this I am truly honored*ENJOY!!! ;D
In whispered silence two hearts run in league
Reluctant each to raise the wakeful mist
By mantle of night and moonlight’s sweet mystique
While forbidden fate hides a lovers’ tryst
The moon espies what hides in gentile guise
Though fate forbid a love one can’t resist
To live, to love and chance a heart’s demise
While dreams hearken to this lovers’ tryst
Bright moon, stand fast! Pray, ‘yond dawn, be stayed!
For Juliet, knowing well they’ll e’er desist
Wills not this blessèd night be here waylaid
For fear this dream remain a lovers’ tryst
Her surrendered heart belongs to Montague
The ‘morn will show if his own love be true
Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Romantic
Girl
Young, pregnant
Crying, hiding, contemplating
Student, daughter, girlfriend, woman
Worrying, praying, dreaming
Painful, joyful
Mother
~Christopher Thor Britt
I troll downstream; drop anchor and wait
To seize the day with just the right bait
I feel my first hit, a pulse one can’t see
Though anxious, I wait patiently
For opportunity to bite and run
In the struggle, break free and
Reach for the sun
Feeling alive with vision true
I see the shimmer. I glimpse a view
Tension mounts. To the challenge, I rise
Reeling and reeling, and then I surmise
This quarry requires less drag and more
line
Fighting, more fighting
I give it more time
At last, there before me, a beautiful sight
A trophy for certain...I hope that I’m right
An angler I’m not, but today I’m a king
If only I can carefully boat this thing
Then I heard a loud wail with the fish still a
stream
My alarm clock announced that
It all was a dream
~Christopher Thor Britt
(2014)
Slowly dancing in the wind, swaying as to music
Rocking like a ship at sea to the whims of air and water
Her face shone bright with the tears of heaven
By consorts of every shape and hue, this elegant lady stood
White on white, her gown shown among those dressed in like manner
Looking upward, she opened to the rising sun
~Christopher Thor Britt
The waking world leaves me ne’r content
My sweet if there’s no place for you and I
To find ourselves, to love and ne’r repent
To live, to love, to dream, and then to die
Beneath the sky above this dreamful sleep
I’ll find you there in hope or passions eye
And pray you seek me well and find me deep
Your heart content to love one such as I
But if you find me not in slumbers womb
And passions flame has not the chance to light
Forget me not or to my early tomb
This heart will surely break and rend the night
Yet, sleep you well, my love my timeless muse
And wait anon ’til morrow’s dreams pursue
~Christopher Thor Britt
A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight
At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he's yet to realize, or a life he's lived before
For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst beneath the sky, no longer bound by fear
Casting off his worldly flesh, he leapt into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night."
~Christopher Thor Britt
The Everything Halloween Poetry Contest
A day of angry words and pain ends as it began with
Not a thought for what lay in between
The fading light of memory burns away in heavens flames
As the sun races 'yond to dream unseen
I turn a cheek full of regret and slowly make my way
Down a path where little comfort e’er I’ll find
To tarry long there on would find me sleeping all alone
To hurry on may leave my pride behind
In silence, I surrender to this battle deep inside
Though struggles lost and won come back around
Peace. Is it found, or made…or something in between?
It must be mine before the sun goes down
Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Philosophical
I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode
‘tis truly there with you I long to be
To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode
Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee
In passion do I feel the tempest rise
Rise to meet the moonlight’s sweet caress
To see myself in love there in your eyes
And in thy garden dare to find me rest
O damn the world that holds this body bound
N’er content, my spirit yearns to search the wind
‘tis there in sweet repose my love is found
And there I long to be with you again
For in fair memory’s eye no care there be
And to thy heart, mine own, I’d give to thee
Christopher Thor Britt
(Motif: Romantic)
If your burdens have you down and
You feel you’ve lost your way, you
Need not wander life along
A path that aimless strays
Friend to friend, you’re not alone
I’m here, and will abide
Sailing through the storms of woe
Right beside you, I will guide
Behind you, in your sails I’ll blow
Like the wind that carries you on
A new horizon will be your map to
Bridge the great beyond
Over the side, in faith you’ll step on the
Troubled and shifting tide
Water will roil and fear may call, but
I am here, and will abide
Will you trust and walk with me?
Ease in and you may find
Your faith will grow upon each step and
Mind the test of time
Christopher Thor Britt (2/11/2014)