Best Charleston Poems
The brightly colored houses lighten my emotions.
The cobblestone streets encourage by shaking the worries away.
A town on the ocean's edge, aware of the power of nature
yet at peace. Time undulates and ebbs with the tide as life is carefree.
Historic restoration, reminds us that living has not changed really.
Life, birth, death and taxes continue along with joy and sickness.
Passion and love are old as time. The river meets the ocean and the ocean never
overflows. Seagulls and pelicans stay by the salty spray; dining each day on fresh
seafood. Seagulls run and play on the sand dunes for fun.
Tourists come and go leaving behind a few dollars to keeps the town thriving.
The tall tales grow each year for pure pleasures sake. It is alright with me,
charming stories make my return more interesting. There is a melody of enjoyments to be had in the city by the sea.
For Charles Melody
We were vacationing in the state of
palm trees and seashore in September's
mild loveliness.
Me, a sexagenarian widow,
hobbled by arthritis in my knees.
As my family enjoyed the surf,
I sat contented on a creaking
wooden pier,
taking in the salted breeze tossing
my gray hair.
I heard the seawater beneath me
ripple, then a splash,
and a masculine, "Hello,"
there in the mossy colored brine was he.
His long brunette hair flecked with
sun kissed gold,
it was entwined with tiny conch shells.
His build of brawn and burnished skin,
eyes of an amber hue.
Handsome in oceanic resplendence-
I then realized he was a merman!
As his iridescent lower body of sapphire
scales and magnificent fins swirled in
the foaming waters,
I thought what would such a youthful
merman want with an elderly woman
like me,
when there were younger women
bringing their charms to the sea?
He spoke again, and I was mesmerized,
"You were once a maiden,
a strong swimmer of the waves,"
he mysteriously smiled,
"King Poseidon remembers his
people of the deep,
although you are aged and infirm,
your soul is of the aqueous realm,
and know this message I give to
you today,
while you sleep neath the late summer
moonlight tonight,
we merpeople love you for your
caring of our vast oceans and
their life."
He reached out his strong hand
momentarily,
and placed a perfect pink pearl
into my outstretched hand.
His eyes so captivating that I
never wanted to stop gazing
into them.
As he softly bid me a farewell,
his fins slapped the waters,
as waiting dolphins leapt in happy unison,
and he disappeared beyond the edge
of the pier.
Charleston Merman,
I'll never forget you,
a sweet nautical memory,
as the perfect pink pearl is displayed on
white velvet on my nightstand. ~
It was an altar of prayer
but God didn't rise
evil entered the house in a noble disguise.
Bullets were strewn
sanity was killed
bodies fell as corpses
blood did spill.
And hatred had the victory
on that grisly day, it seemed.
It was pain, agony and cry
they felt in their mind and hearts, they were the kin
of the happy churchgoers.
"I forgive you" those words they uttered
time and time
the evil stood in silence and just smiled.
People made a human chain
and prayed
and it was not revenge that struck the deal
but forgiveness that prevailed.
Love had its last smile
and it triumphed at the end.
Pollen green 3 inches
Of allergen confection, powders outdoor landmarks.
A few ticks past dawn,
New birds, preflight,
Tune up their chirping chords,
Like nature's philharmonic, knowing the neighborhood
Is soon to enter their amphitheater, in, from their rooms of sleep.
Little lizards scurry, large clouds puff up and move through,
Steel blue, morning skies.
Sunshine coats deer and fox,
Chipmunk and squirrel,
And lovely life grooves
In time with God
Hate walked into
the oldest black church and left
devastation there.
today the sun seem not to shine
for some reasons the heart seem to bleed
we wonder where all the smiles departed
a promise of wonders
the day betrayed
nine woke on this day
with smiles in their heart
their joy limitless
with much promise and verve
they approached their day
the sun bright and gloomy
to the feet of the maker all went
in his presence they dwelt
unaware it will soon become dark and moody
until a descendant from hell swooped in
cutting short nine fragile hearts
opening doors of hurts for the world alike
spirits traveled out from fragile hearts
leaving rivers of tears in her wake
today deceived us ignorantly
promised us so much
stealing much more from us
if only the world knew
they would have taken the opportunity
to tell their loved ones one final time
the three most spoken words
I Love you
our tears roll like the ocean
for the lost and demised
but in it we are reawakened
to the privilege of life
most especially its brevity.
* for the nine people killed at a charleston church by a descendant from hell
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07.10.2015
11:20pm
The spirit that wrought hate
meet GOD on that date
On June seventeen
mankind clearly seen
Another clash of glory
in America's history
Satan's rendezvous with GOD
gave America a new start
But, Evil isn't done
until this war is won
In the End
GOD wins
by: LPruitt
"What if we could facetime the creator of hate crimes to simply show them that all their dark motives are the root of why the world will not shine, how many times do we have to preach that black lives matter and the discussion disappears a couple of weeks after a tragedy happens, that's even more sadder, this isn't even about black & white, it's about what's wrong and what's right, this is a prolonged fight that has given racism a new life....but we must end it.....never thought there could be so much hurt in a church of worship, we must baptize the evil hiding behind the curtains, we must subtract all the scrutiny and cruelty so that everything equals to the fluidity of a strong and faithful community, the coming days will be filled with remorse and sorrow, but all we can do is pray for a better tomorrow!"
For Charleston
I lifted up prayers on a sparrow's wing;
When I heard what happened in old Charleston town.
I thought I heard the voices of angels sing;
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound.
As I looked to the sky, my eyes filled with tears;
My heart was heavy with pain.
Wanting to see signs to appear;
That we would see you all again.
A voice cried out to forgive;
Do not let hate be our legacy.
So that we may continue to live;
On Heaven's Bright Shores we are free.
Don't taint our memories with hatred;
In peaceful harmony unite.
For I go now to my Father's house;
I can now see the light.
Choose to stand together;
And soon you too will see.
That a new day will come;
Let there be Peace In The Valley For Me.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
Chris Singleton
Mother was victim so sent went viral;
While popularity of subject did spiral;
Spoke smiling,
In were filing;
Saw exciting reaction found in revival.
Jim Horn
"Chris Singleton, the son of Mother Emanuel AME shooting victim Sharonda Coleman- Singleton, has something to say. He first shared his message, that 'love is always stronger than hate,' just a day after his mother and eight others were murdered."
From Charleston Post and Courier
How Could It Happen in Charleston?
What if I were there when it happened that day
Pleasant people in a church had to pass away
Reason for this none of us might not ever know
To whole community, he committed a big blow.
From oldest to youngest to heaven have gone
And only pictures of them can we look upon;
He was determined to use total deception
So by church members would receive a reception.
Out of all the people what if we were to be one
And this deadly deed to us had been done
While in pity our friends continued to wallow
But still God in heaven they continue to follow.
God please do have mercy on their each soul
In life, each one had met their death noll
And to heaven forever each one has retired
After terrible thing that recently transpired.
While here on earth with spirits so weak
Both God and His Son we will always seek
With our weekly worship and in each prayer
People throw flowers in tribute everywhere.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
(910) 754-3034
Deckle Library In Charleston
Charleston has a library they call Deckle;
When going will wear our each spectacle;
Meeting lead;
A poem read;
Out of us should never make a spectacle.
Jim Horn
PS. We ended up trying to find a speckle
of a freckle and we ended up having to
spend our last shekel which ended up
being quite a spectacular spectacle.
Beneath the sunset,
tall sweet grass sways silently,
Charleston Bay sighs.
Gold kisses green at day's end,
gentle waves of amber light.
palm trees sunsets
a week of charleston's beaches
sweet remembrance, farewell