Best Mend Poems
My life is at a standstill
Spent most of it getting my fill
In relationships that just didn't cut the deal
Letting go of the way past memories make me feel
Run over like a loose wheel
How being alone makes your heart feel the ice cold chill
When none of it feels like it was real
Then we reach for the stars
Hoping to find a way to be free from the scars
It's like my heart chained up breaking apart
When I have been so very honest from the start
It's not about having a fancy car
Or hanging out in the right bar
Whether she is near or far
I cast my love into the wind
Looking for my hero our dear lord might send
One that doesn't pretend
Because I have a broken spirit for them to mend
Who understands the meaning
Of what its like to be best friends
Looking for my hero to come to steal the show
Who understands the meaning of what makes life grow
That doesn't mind when things move slow
My hero who has that magical flow
Who wants to know
When true love starts to glow
My hero that takes my heart from ground zero
That will never let go
Of our love that won't ever plateau
Lighting up with all the colors of a rainbow
To find a love that only God can bestow
O' Broken Heart, Tis Now Thy Time To Mend
Decades past, when free love was all the rage
we were not told, bait for the golden cage.
In our race to grab wild hearts from the skies
we ate the sweet dessert and believed the lies.
O' lasting regret, where does thy pain dwell
when my body sleeps, my soul is in hell.
Years ago, my pride led me so far astray
now these later years cause me to kneel to pray.
O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend
life is not over, time can be thy friend.
Sing again, love can return with its sweet glee
soft kisses, her loving hands can set me free.
Future promise, grace me with clear new skies
send no more tears to flood with my saddened cries.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2016
Form- Sonnet Lin 10/11
IN Memory Of Roger Dale Eubanks
Roger
We both know the journey never ends
We spend most of our lives
Trying to fend off anyone who is pretend
Defending our friendship untill the end
You have paved your way my good friend
I know it's never goodbye as you ascend
You put your boots into the wind
I hope your new life with God can start begin
Since you no longer have to sit and spin
I wish you well my never forgotten friend
I'm glad nothing about you was pretend
Your journey may take you away
So I will pray for God
To escort you all the way
Roger
We stayed friends until the end
We understood together we were the right blend
Living our friendship without having to mend
You were way old school
Could often find you playing like nobodies fool
Your friendship was something very cool
Always making us smile
Getting baked going the extra mile
Our good friend until the end
May God go with you into the wind
So you might know we all win
When our life on earth comes to an end
Looking down on us my good friend
With a mighty big grin
As you take it all in
No more pain or frustration
Your in a much better location
Nothing pretend about God who will mend
Your broken limbs when we ascend
ROGER
Our dear friend until the end
You know now that it's not pretend
Rather a brand new life free of sin
Where we can begin to take it all in
No more sickness or broken limbs
Hala -luya you can walk again
Your friends and family have to reason
You will be missed all season
We all love you and will see you again
When we are reunited up around the bend
When it's our turn to ascend
Goodbye, for now, my good friend
You will be missed but never forgotten
My good friend until the end
We both come out of it with a big win
Knowing our friendship I will always defend
We must all keep our Faith and not hesitate
Life in heaven with God will be so great
So don't make him Wait for your next date
My Good Friends nothing has to end
Especially not good friends until the end
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROGER
WE LOVE AND MISS YOU VERY Much
Best way to mend a broken heart:
To fall in love again, make new start.
Jesus will mend your broken heart
Jesus will heal every broken part
Jesus went to Calvary
So he could take the pain away
The pain you feel as you lay to sleep
Jesus wants you his peace to keep
He wants to take the pain away
He wants to take away the pain
He wants to make you whole again
And so eternal life to gain
So come and give your life to him
And let him take away your sin
A spectacle there before my eyes
The return of love from a painful demise
Though time has passed for a heart to roam
Destiny beholds and guides us home
A reunion kiss breathless to share
Love to make beyond compare
Faithful gesture soft and sweet
Leaves us raptured and swept off our feet
A new beginning of truth be told
A treasured relationship worth more than gold
Eternal bond to worlds end
The futures bright whilst love does mend
Tim was nineteen years old, getting ready to go to university,
His parents had organised his accommodation
A house for students, roomy, very near to outskirts of city,
His friends shared all costs, ready for their future education.
Tim went through his things at home very carefully,
Took his favourite clothes, guitar, and some trinkets,
Excitedly, finished his packing, when almost voluntarily,
A yellowish old small paper fell into his homemade biscuits.
It was an old receipt from a cobbler dated years ago, February
1959 Eloff Street Johannesburg, close to the University,
Tim threw it into his case, keen to keep this, for it was history,
The signature was his grandfathers who died last year, Fre Hitty.
But Tim and his friends for now, only thinking of girls and party times,
Tim decided to go into the city, had to buy books and stationery,
The bottle store first, beers, a party this Saturday, amongst the vines.
However, next to the store Tim saw a shop which looked rather eyrie.
There was a sign, Cobbler, arrows pointing up a dark passage and stairs,
‘Cobbler’s Place’, written at top of receipt that he pulled out of his pocket,
Yes, goodness me, this place does still exist, an old man holding two pairs
Of shoes appeared, easily almost ninety, Tim handed him the docket.
The old man took it, slowly walked to the back through a narrow door,
After a good half an hour he returned with a smile on his weathered face,
Well, if you pop in tomorrow at the same time, your shoes will be ready,
Cost of living has gone up since my youth, you must now pay more than a penny.
No problem Sir replied Tim, but amazing is that the shoes are not ready,
All the way back from 1959, seeing that your shop and your work still exist,
Yet i still have to collect them tomorrow, may i have my grandfathers Freddy's
Shoes back please, no but the old man began to say, Sir Tim said, I do insist.
Apologies to all but i left out my last four most precious meaningful lines, i have now attached them.
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The power of one stitch
some may not comprehend;
though the garment is not fixed,
it is still a worthy mend.
Pull back to center of the gaping hole
what’s frayed, fragmented, torn;
one solid suture can bring new life
and fabric be reborn.
And though it seems imperfect,
it creates the perfect start to
restore what seems beyond repair,
like the shattering of hearts.
I am grateful for this golden thread;
it proves easier to cope.
In the center of my core,
one single stitch now offers hope.
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(letters to my presido-elect): i
good must be lucky
else
luck must be goody
that niger now lurks in seas of goody-goody
1960 as father sang
was her year unlucky
who dwelt
on many a natural grant
with sons great
that beheaded must
lie in tombs
the untimely tombs
of countless days
and now mend
your brutalised
your kwashiokored
your maimed
your exiled
for
good must be lucky
else
luck must be goody
that niger now lurks in seas of goody-goody
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Form:
To mend a broken heart you need
Some sticky tape and glue
Electric drill and hammer
And a quite substantial screw
Collect up all the shattered shards
And stick each damaged part
Wrap them up in tape and soon
You’ll have a working heart
But, if you’ve tried this method
And the technique’s not been mastered
Forget the hurt, put on your shirt
Then go out and get plastered
My hip is getting better since I broke it back in March.
The doctors say I'll be working again soon.
I'm behind in all my payments and I'm almost out of cash.
Not to worry I'll be on my feet in June.
A manual sewing machine
Strenuous but beneficial
It sews dresses
Two edges meet
And being stitched together
Passion and reunion in life too
Two hearts meet and stay together
It mends dresses
A hole in life must be patched too
Life isn't easy
Deficiency to be filled
Scars to be healed
Pains to be reduced
Misunderstanding to be unraveled
It corrects dresses
Corrections are made to life too
To suit your expectations and dreams
No doubt
Love, tolerance and wisdom
Are parts of a happy life
Resembling a sewing machine
by Michaelw1two
What thoughts have I,
in mind against its grain;
aware, but in shallowness dressed,
humanity’s drain, drowns my spirit’s health;
beside myself, of doubt filled dreams,
my cries, my fears, my failures scream;
from where I come, to there I roam,
this room, now an empty, hollow tomb;
my soul possess, my heart so stressed,
beneath the surface, my tears regret;
what life I’ve passed, what time I’ve left,
to prove my best, my worth, my test;
these means at hand, these doubts to mend,
all time at once, an enemy and my friend;
grief, beyond this hapless fate forlorn again,
left to weep, to tremble, sigh, and bend;
I lift my voice, my essence pleads time’s mend.
Michael Darrell Walker
Sunday Sept. 01, 2013
Within ones mind,
we cannot tread,
unless invited,
a book unread.
Questions arise,
the penetration begins,
answers given,
for healing to begin.
Darkness erased,
then light filters in,
the process,
releasing sin.
Love can conquer,
love understands,
love is the difference,
love brings friends,
love is the first step,
for a heart to mend.
Born in the ghetto, put on my mettle
Too early in life, poverty rife
Taken long in school to settle
I appreciate graces and blessings in my life.
Fritters in a basin on my head
For me to peddle from street to street
Future uncertain, tough road ahead
I appreciate opportunities success to greet.
Tatters on my body, threadbare shoes
Basic meal bereft of relish
Despair mounting, spates of blues with no clues
As to succor, I appreciate chances to fish.
Physics, Chemistry, Biology and Mathematics
To pound my brain for years on end
Interspersed with lessons in Art and Gymnastics
Bachelor’s and master’s degrees my brain to bend, blend and mend.