Best Dec Poems
naked trees on ice -
silently the night has sown
a field of white lies
Ah for the love of our Lord. Many folks don't understand
what is meant by the "Immaculate Conception".
I too at one time thought the title referred to the
Virgin birth of Our Lord Christ. That it was as said in the bible
that the Holy Spirit came down on Mary and she conceived
our Lord Jesus Christ.
Well, for those of us still not quite up
on that term, it simply means that the Blessed Virgin Mary herself,
( when she was conceived in the womb of St Ann, her mother,)
was conceived without original sin. A specific honor given to Mary
by God so that Christ could be born of Mary who by God's grace
was conceived sinless-that is to say without original sin-
and "full of Grace".
I hope that helps some who were as confused
about this feast day as I used t be.
God bless us all and Have a
happy feast day.
May the Blessed Mother put a kind word
in to Jesus for each of us.
A funnel cloud rushes through your body,
damaging everything in it's path.
Tearing, breaking, smashing, crushing,
ensuring you will suffer his every wrath.
It happens so quickly,
hitting you like a bolt of lightning.
Terror replaces the blood in your veins,
the simple description of it is frightening.
You will encounter many sleepless nights,
the nightmares take control.
Stay awake, don't go to sleep,
the devils eyes can look right into your soul
He draws you in, good or bad,
with his many fascinating illusions.
It's a poison really and it has a name,
it's called, The Devils Pollution.
streaks of pale yellow
a hollow chuckle
what to do
what to say
tremolo hummingbird
sounds redundant
too many
too few
observing a picture painted
shards of green
porcelain fast cracking
into dust powder
underfoot altitude
compressed into silence
uncertain mystery
is safer than
what?
nothing is mysterious
judging the judgments
fearing the best case scenario
telling the same story
endless listening
hearing little
rocks in a foamy wave of noise
standing up and recognizing
puddles instead of oceans
placing pinholes into
blue black
frame fitted for discomfort
infinite identification
purple window
to grain mountain
hill crest
spattered with honey
crumpled newspaper
tumbling down
then up
then down
whistle the circus song
pretend
it will all be over soon
pensacola fl
5 dec 2015
Human rights overwhelm responsibilities-
once sacrosanct,duty now lies sleeping.
where he physically paints
i paint deep within the confounds of my mind
my twisted mind
where anxiety attacks
the adrenaline rush
i need to finish this masterpiece.
i've been obsessed with the color red
once i lose control
you liberate me
you paint me
perfectly
may i borrow your favorite brush?
Every direction I turn,
leads me down a dead end street.
My eyes are misleading, my heart misguiding,
I surrender to my defeat.
I am trapped in my own head,
I can't get out, it's like a maze.
Around one corner, then it leads me back to the beginning,
this goes on and on for days.
Escape if I could, I won't even try,
the price to pay would be to steep.
Paybacks they come at double the price,
for sure my life he would keep.
Locked away, protected from the pain,
it's too much for me to bare.
such foolish words you speak,
with such a nasty glare!
Declination end of the last circle lap
January starts a new journey from last to current
Flow full of ups and downs in inner within
Celestial solar neighborly friends
One at the end the other is a start on time
The many shadows on the walls,
are starring into my soul.
The piercing eyes and the evil glares,
are trying to take control.
The many voices that I hear run deep,
and my body freezes in fear.
There is something missing that I don't quite understand, why? There's a chill in the
air every time it is near.
Such a darkness, emptiness, anger and rage,
when I look into those eyes.
Surrounded by flames, with a crooked smile,
"I'm in your mind baby girl, I will always be alive."
I will haunt you wile you sleep,
watching every move you make.
I'm going to torture you, puncture your inner thoughts,
I'm just waiting for you to make that last final mistake!
What the truth is today,
could be a lie tomorrow.
Living a life full of rage,
will lead you to a life full of sorrow.
When life gets to intense and,
the emotional roller coaster wears you down.
You have been pushed, pulled and dragged through the wringer,
smeared all over town.
Trashing something so powerful,
could haunt you in your dreams.
Hold your ground, don't back down,
stand up for what you believe.
You have been tossed aside,
like an old pair of shoes.
A personal attack, but,
you don't have a clue.
Evening dreams weave in reds and whites,
Wandering greens and browns,
Slender black hairs fall so gently down,
Jingling sounds of tiny cymbals
Rise as dancing starts
Electing movement as a choice.
I am my own worst enemy,
I am damaged beyond repair.
Terrorized by my own inner demons,
controlled by my own worst fear.
Stuck in this fragile state of mind,
shuffling my way through.
The pain sets in, I cant think,
I cant decide on what to do.
Everything gets all tangled up,
all knotted way to tight.
I'm searching for any sign of relief,
as I lye awake at night.
It's always busy upstairs,
like i'm on the interstate during rush hour.
I'm stuck in the line of traffic,
and I have absolutely no power
I would give almost anything in life,
just to make the noises go away.
To be able to close my eyes and feel at ease,
even if it's only for a day.
in my old calendar
her yesterdays-
in tears I reminesce
NOTE-HI-KU is any English language variation on the Japanese haiku
Rock bottom, many say you have to hit,
before the real truth can be seen.
Lost to such an empty space,
is my life worth being redeemed.
Railroaded from the beginning,
was I damaged from the start.
The road to hell, paved with the best of intentions,
it started from the heart.
Pushing forward and moving on as best as I can,
with so much starring back at me.
A crack in the dam that follows me through,
drowning all that I can see.
Stuck in this trance,
trying like h*ll to fight my way through.
I feel bottled down, hopeless,
I don't know what to do.
I am blind sided by the pain,
and everyday I question why.
All the pain in one hand and my fear in the other,
I couldn't escape even if I tried.
Winter have come and winters have gone some were very cold and some were a
little warmer.
But this winter is different so far it hasn't been winter cold it has been so warm that
the flowers have been blooming!
I know this isn't very spectacular to most because a lot of places have them
blooming year round.
Around here the climate is usually to cold and the flowers are tucked away in there
beds.
But this year there up late and showing there heads.
On 09-11-2001 so many of our flowers died and were taken from us.
And we thought what a cold senseless act it was that caused them to die.
I thought they would never come out again,
but Christmas is here and people are traveling and hurrying and shopping almost
like they used to.
I took my daughter to school and the air was a little nippy.
When we got out of the truck we saw two daisies standing tall and blooming!
I said to my daughter look how nice God sent us daisies in December.
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