Best Stepped Poems
He stepped on my finger,
So I bit off his toe.
He screamed and threw fits
And told everyone I know.
He tripped on my knee,
So I gave him a welt
He was shocked beyond shock
That I used a big belt
He hushed me but once
For the repercussions were not pretty
We married one night
In the bright town of New York City
He knows what he’s got
For I have hid nothing from him
He rarely touches me,
Knowing I will not take it as any kind of a whim
He stays in his place,
On his side of the bed,
He barely breathes sometime,
Full knowing my stead
He once raised his hand
As if to give me a slap
But then he remembered
And pretended to clap
I saw her first on windswept plain
Her gold hair shone like sunlit grain
Her skin as fair as cloud above
A form that spoke to me of love...
She dainty stepped; I held my breath
My heart did gasp, a gasp of death
For she was lame, as lame could be
Would love still fain join her with me?
December 29, 2019
LAY It On Me - 8 x 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
+ STRAND SELECT 5 Contest, any theme any form
Sponsor: Brian Strand
I slide my tongue across my lips; I taste salt from where my tears once fell. The serpents been winning the race, Infiltration of my desires take procession, I’m standing in the mirror and I don’t recognize my own reflection. It’s not the flesh but the soul that’s been disquised, every carnal temptation he’s devised oh how quickly I’ve come to oblige. I need to hit rock bottom and slow my pace, at this point he’s winning the race, baking firm an eternal glaze upon my face. I care so much that I care not. I’m so hungry yet no food is sought. Feel so much sorrow that I’m not dolorous, sing so loud but leave absent the chorus.
I’m vulnerable, looking for warmth in another’s touch, simply falling victim to his charms like a little girl searching for warmth in her daddy’s arms. Though, he provided no warmth, he didn’t provide much, just the foundation, the stepping stone where he left his prints; of course I followed with every step slipping farther from the grasps of temperance. You can call me an abuser Lord, I abused your love, snapped the wing of your symbolic dove, snapped too the wings of thee angel upon the golden gate, funny how I just read Job and he knew not his fate.
Thank you for trampling me into the ground, into the dust from which I roze, into utter darkness living with consequences to paths I chose. I thought you were guided me completely from the light, in reality it was never out of sight, even your own shadow leaves you in darkness. Give me the courage that I seek, give me strength when I am weak, and at times make me weak where I am strong. Give me positive passion for life like the passion in “Solomon’s Song”.
I stepped out of heaven and allowed
myself to be
Vulnerable
Vulnerable to your touch, as distant as it maybe
Still powerful enough to hurt
I stepped out of heaven so I could be close to you
Close enough to make a difference, placing my heart
In your hand.
Allowing myself to be vulnerable to you.
Surrender all, giving much and expecting
Nothing.
That's why I stepped out of heaven
I did it for you.
I do not close my eyes to sleep; I fear that today will be lost
Buried in the past; the single smile amidst all the injustice that I see
A ray of hope on the guilt tarnished horizon
I own these thoughts and keep them to myself
I do not reach too high to succeed; I fear that I will
Success is not always the destination we had imagined
The road is paved with the selfless sacrifice of the dreams and goals that others
had wished to achieve
But I hold these thoughts and keep them to myself
I do not give myself to love; I dread I will not be accepted
I keep my heart at bay; I fear it broken, the blades of love are always sharpened
But I am overcome by the sweet aroma of all the ways that you make me feel
I wish I could change these thoughts that I keep secret, even to myself
I do not speak my words out loud; I fear that I will be heard
Lives have been lost for those ignorantly uttered
But souls have been damned for those never lovingly spoken
I had these thoughts to myself but they are of little use inside
So I stepped into the light, open this book
And now the whole world is listening
When My Big Sister Stepped In
Sponsor: Eve Roper
It was a cloudy Thursday, March 2009...
I remember it clearly...
I was shivering in withdrawal,
my blood was boiling as I began to fall.
Addicted to my addiction,
lost in my fantasies of hopelessness...
Walking down the wrong path of conviction
into a black hole of nothingness,
And there you were...
baby sister needing,
her big sister...
You held me,
you fed me,
you carried me upstairs,
and drew me a warm bath.
You compelled me,
dressed me,
sat me down and prepared me.
pushed me on the right path.
Similar experiences you have seen,
your past drifted into my present,
motivated me to get sober and clean,
to grow up and be independent.
Same parents,
related through blood,
I was crippled and paralyzed,
It was you, Karen,
the only one who understood,
my big sister I idolized.
Date Written: December 21, 2015
Try to create hate
I'll spread love
Try to destroy two people
I'll turn them into turtle doves
Say your words,
Go ahead,
Keep talking
Happiness gets magnified
I'll be sure to keep walking
Too many moments to build
Your words get stepped on like grass in a field
Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne!
Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne.
He came to earth… For 33 years,
he called it his home!
His mission had one purpose and desire in mind!
He was to one day,
be a sacrifice for mankind!
He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken!
He knew that one day,
his body would be broken!
He desired that all, would one day, come to know him!
Because of his resurrection,
all can receive him!
He’s alive today! And reigns from heaven above!
And desires to touch us, with his endless love!
Won’t you humbly come, and accept what he’s given?
And experience the power,
of being forgiven!
This can be your moment!
This can be YOUR day!
He loves you much more,
than words can say!
All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king!
You are our righteousness!
Our everything!
By Jim Pemberton
Needed to read, just myself,
So James stepped in unexpected,
Not hesitantly, but with ardour,
Physically disabled,
Well aware of my rights,
To read and consider on my own.
Mum wished to angle,
My thoughts towards god,
To a religious seat.
But my chair was an intellectuals,
My vision was unity and oneness,
Not some to hell, others to heaven.
James repelled them harshly,
Said I had my own mind,
Which could be secret to me.
Rhoda Monihan
17/12/2015
For many Years I fought a battle.
A battle I just could not win.
Whe it seemed all was lost
and I must pay the cost
that was when Jesus stepped in.
Jesus stepped in and He touched me.
His touch was a calm healing balm.
No longer did I walk
the pathway of shame.
Christ was my strength and my song.
I lived my life doing my will
God's will was far from my mind.
I was so lost
but Christ paid the cost
He came to seek and to find.
Jesus stepped in and He saved me
from a life filled with shame and disgrace.
Now the old man is gone
and the new man moves on
since Jesus stepped into this place.
He knows my thoughts 'ere I think them.
My faults i'm not able to hide.
But Chriet set me free
now I plainly see
His Spirit is ever my guide.
Yes Jesus stepped in,paid for all of my sin.
'Twas a debt that He did not owe.
He took my place
On the Cross in disgrace
Salvation is mine now I know.
You stepped into the garden
arrived the Bougainvillea of the spring
stanzas of poetry
You're putting on the big eyeglasses
lips on bouquet get concealed behind
the maze of metaphor
In the nest of deep green leaves
the bud is in a swell
waves of poems rhythmic
In the flute, the serotonin circuit
igniting the flames of an orange
the flavour of a sonnet
The chiselled shadow of your face
on the light brown tea
my lips for the poetry
____________________________
25 January 2023
I always knew there was a part of me missing
One I longed to find for so long
But without help from God above
How would I know where I belong?
I always longed to fit in some where
I’ve looked and waited
But when I thought I’d finally found some where
They were just guarded and gated
Until fate stepped in with a helping hand
One sister was taken suddenly and so young
Never did I suspect so much good to come from this tragedy
Two special melodies right into my heart are now sung
Brutish bison stepped on my left foot today
Making me less merry, forcing me to delay
It weighed a ton, so what could I do?
I yelled “Get off of my tennis shoe!”
Skittish bison got startled and galloped away
My toe is broken, bleeding, its nail is turning gray.
So, I cannot come over for my play date today.
Maybe you should invite my cousin Jay.
When she stepped into my life
Wished always to have a sweet little sis,
I could taste heavens in her tender kiss.
My tiny heart throbbed for her love,
as I saw my friends live in that treasure trove.
God must have answered my prayers,
soon she was running up my thought stairs.
Her bubbly being and chubby cheeks,
She would teach me love and all Greek,
Her friends getting onto my nerves,
soon she was young with perfect curves,
Her wedding brought her still closer to me,
Evenings were cozy as we roamed in glee,
She migrated far and I was happy for her,
yet in memories of past, vision is blurred,
Staying afar, wish she achieves her goal,
deeper to my heart she is my twin soul .
For contest "When older or younger siblings step in"
Sponsor- Eve roper
Dedicated to my younger sis Jyoti who is now staying in Australia.
God as if has bestowed His blessings upon me by sending her into my life.
Awarded 1st place win
Stepped into the circle
I am the lion in the jungle
When I roar the jungle
Recognized my voice
I stand tall above
I really don't care
Cos blood is water
In our region
No wonder my soul
Is outstanding in a red sea
Despite I don't fight the
Sharks
Yet when I bleed
They feel my blood
If you wonder why
Remember it keeps them
Alive
So I make the world
Swim
When am in pain
Cos they always dry
My blood that why
I bleed
Stepped into the circle
I found my self
Suddenly a circle
A circle so hard to life
Looking at all four corners
Same circle
Even those strong became
Weak in this circle
So I fear no matter
How many lion spirit
I bear
Yet I fear more if
Am buried in this
Unwanted circle
Stepped into the circle
I stepped into the den
Of an evil genius
Manipulation they bear
To the weak
Their marks are full
Of darkness
They bear no light
But evil enlightenment
They live to glow with
The world is in their
Dirty hands
Cos their powers bleeds
No joy to life
What a circle
I must be lost
I must be in a wrong era
Cos the world is their box
Everyone sims to be
Humble to their call
How come am here to see
How much dark
Is visible yet invisible
In this dark world
Remains my redemption
When I wrongly
Stepped into the circle