Best Hopeprayer Poems
Emotions flooded my very soul as I viewed that Sacred Wall.
Etched for all eternity are hero's names who sacrificed their all.
I sensed that I was on hallowed soil as I knelt on bended knee.
I touched The Wall today, but more than that, The Wall touched me.
I offered a silent prayer for each of the names that I caressed.
Tho' their time here was brief, by them we were truly blessed.
They placed national destiny above their own defending liberty.
I touched The Wall today, but more than that, The Wall touched me.
They were ordinary Americans who performed extraordinary things,
Such grand and noble acts to ensure that freedom's bell yet rings!
They gave their full measure that humankind might live free.
I touched The Wall today, but more than that, The Wall touched me.
What might they have become, I muse, had fate not dealt them so,
A teacher, doctor, a farmer? Alas, we shall never know.
To teach nations The Golden Rule, I suspect would be their plea.
I touched The Wall today, but more than that, The Wall touched me.
Tho' grander monuments have been built for those of greater fame,
This simple yet powerful memorial will keep alive the flame,
Of humanity's quest for brotherhood, peace and dignity.
I touched The Wall today, but more than that, The Wall touched me.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed 7th in "The Best Day Of Your Life" Contest
Placed 3d in the "Your Best Poem" Contest" June 2010
Featured Poem Of The Week 2-9 May 2010
lst Place in Security Public Library (Colorado) Poetry Contest - May 2006
Published in Poet Bob Casey's Book, "An Oasis In A Cluttered World" - 2006
(I hold three magic rocks in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality far, far behind
I dream Daddy's dream, over and over and over.)
My daddy talked about her.
He said she was a saint,
the little grandmama
I never knew.
She lived to eighty-seven
with never a complaint
that any of her dreams
had not come true.
She lived alone in tiny house,
on widow's meager pension,
through Grandpa,
veteran of the Civil War.
If not sufficient for her needs,
I never heard a mention.
She was, I'm told too proud
to ask for more.
Indiana to Dakota,
must have seemed a dreadful ways
in those years
a long, long trip by train.
She saw her son just two more times
in those hard scrabble days,
though I know how hard
he tried to go again.
She knew grandchildren by our pictures
and there were few of those.
I know she must have longed
to see us all.
Our daddy often told us,
"We'll see how the wheat crop grows.
If good crop we'll go see Grandma
in the fall."
But the good crops didn't happen
and she died in 'twenty-eight'.
My grandma is a picture
on the wall.
Long black dress and little prayer cap
so modestly sedate,
her only weather garment
was a shawl.
Grandma didn't have much money
but she lived a sinless life.
At least that's what my
dear old daddy said.
He wanted so to show her
his dear children and his wife,
but he never got enough
to get ahead.
When the good crops came
Our dear grandma was dead.
won 4th place
Sampaguita...for the shortest while, eternal;
blissful enigma, serene beauty,
paradisiacal.
Dew-kissed white petals lift its fragrant oblation,
gratitude, prayer and hope
of a troubled nation.
Blossoming, beaming upward to see the sky smile,
Sampaguita...eternal for the shortest
while!
It's another Monday
One seventh of your life
It's the second month of the year
at least six to go before you can earn it all
(Or most of it)
On the seventh day God rested
Hopefully He hasn't since
I wish He'd rested on the sixth too
(We'd have weekends off)
You can downplay religion if you want to
But I'm so grateful for Sundays
I'm considering a small business endeavor
Manufacturing small easy to keep objects
That are interesting enough to treasure
I'll sell them for weights of silver or gold.
sorta like a nickel bag novel (5 grams)
Or a daily prayer writ in stone
To carry as atonement
For allowing congressional thievery
Doncha just love Mondays
By design it was supposed to keep
couples together, threw prayer and
communication it was designed to
make everything better, but what
good are those vows if you're not
equally standing on that solid rock,
what good is a promise if one
person decided their belief in the
father should so suddenly stop, and
that ship that was once docked by
that everlasting covenant, that love
just sailed away slowly but surely all
of a sudden, whether single in Christ
or married to a wife, there is no
relaxation nobody has the right to
say What's right when you never
asked them what was wrong, call it
an assault charge not physically but
you did em emotional & spiritual
harm, I mean who gets married not
wanting that happily ever after,
which was once a best selling book
turns into a dreadful chapter or
should've and would've chalk it up
to regrets, or a list you should've
kept but there's no blueprint for this
no matter how much you follow
them steps, it's like a scary movie
now but don't look away on them
horror scenes that might just be
what'll save you change you, I been
there done it emotionally I been
maimed too but who's to blame
you? That's right when you don't
look to the father you suffer
misdirection and this is a life
changing decision America's view on
marriage is such a misconception,
it's actually a blessing when it's
done right and founded on hope,
turn that negative into a positive
hold on to that three strand rope.
He can wipe away all your tears. He can be your shelter from the storm. He will calm the seas if you just love Him. His love can put back into your heart. When you think it can be done all you need to do is ask. You will receive, it just ask Jesus to help you for He is God and you his child. There is nothing that we can’t handle together, I am just a prayer away hold Me close to your heart and see what we can accomplish,
just remember I first loved you.
I awoke this morning with trouble on my mind
Not very unusual but certainly not the right kind.
I say a prayer and try to be as calm as I can be
Then I say to myself ""why me""
I look back on my life and think of the good times
All of the laughter I felt,
The best love you could find.
Then I dig deep within my soul
There is anguish, pain a heaviness
Untold
""why me"" I ask am I not just like any other person in this world
I use to have happiness, I use to be a good girl.
But I have to do better do what god
Wants me to do
Yet so many nights i'm angry, so mad and so blue
It can't get any worse, there is always someone going through
So don't ever think you can't get over. what I am saying is oh
So true. it was said best""i love me better than that""
And yes you can get your life back
But it's my turn and I will show them girl this too shall pass
And I can make a difference in this world.
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