Best Upliftingwords Poems
My dear poet-
I am forever grateful to you
For allowing my body
To be your page
Letting your words
Ascend on my temple
And descend
On my feet
How long will I thank God
For giving me you
As our passionate and artistic sessions
Gracefully formed poetry in motion
Lord knows
My body yearned
And needed the eloquence
Your poetry provided
Our poetry combined
Gave birth to volcanic verses
And flood-like rushes
Of the most liberated conversation
My poet laureate
Thank you for allowing
Your art to transcend
Into poetic actions
Your ability to allow
Your love to flow
Like a pen on paper
Amazes me
When poets make love
Sacred books
Unlock their meanings
And the majestic powers of words
Fill the universe
With marvelous expressions
Our collaborated efforts
Awakened the most powerful of poets
Who long ago fell asleep
Happily summoned with the stars
To congratulate our poetic bliss
When we made love
Our poetry was forever
Imprinted in the hearts
of all poets
past, present, and yet to come
-Written and dedicated to a very dear poet (R.C.)
© Monique McDowell 2008 All rights Reserved
I serve the Lord
By the things I do
I am his servant
These words are true
My eyes have seen things
Only evil men know
My heart has lived places
Only evil men go
My mind has thought things
Only evil men think
My lips have tasted things
Only evil men drink
I have lived places
Only evil men live
I have gave orders
Only evil men give
I once traded my soul
To live in a flask
I lived in the shadows
Adorned with a mask
My truth is my honor
My words are my plight
I serve the Lord
By the words that I write
I no longer grow old
By the light of the moon
No longer is my soul
Swimming in a spoon
I serve the Lord
By the things that I do
Have no doubt in your heart
These words are true
Once in a miracle
Through the words of a rhyme
A sinner found Christ
And stopped doing time
Set free on a mission
To enlighten your soul
I follow the Lord
In search of my goal
The man that I was
No longer exist
He died the first time
My wife and I kissed
Inside of a box
I decided to pray
Stepping out of the darkness
Embracing the day
I serve the Lord
Through the words I write
Your soul is my mission
Serving God is my plight
I don’t criticize or judge
That’s just not my way
I simply bow my head
And for everyone I pray
The prayer is quite simple
It’s a spiritual bath
I just ask the Lord
To enlighten your path
The brighter the light
The lighter the Son
When this life is over
This job will be done
I follow the Lord
He guides my path
It’s all very simple
No complicated math
I serve the Lord
In all that I do
If you wish to know why
It’s because I love you
I’m tired of self inflicted misery,
That would be the real travesty
In my life I made so many mistakes
Only God can judge me and know my fate
Only pain, loneliness, and sorrow make a home here,
But I do have a heart that cares
And it is constantly warring and tearing me apart.
Do you feel like everything bad in your life is your fault
I’m unable to complete an apologetic sentence
But it is all in the name of repentance
All these words don’t take away the pain
It feels like a down pour of cold rain
I never point the finger because I’m the one to blame
But I have learned to never live with shame
Even if it is four letter words
It stings inside so badly when they are heard
There is no place for them to go put stay and hide
They tend to crush the spirit agonize pride
To me words hurt more than a hit
The real truth is I do not want any part of it
It does not matter if it is in person or on the telephone
Stick and stones may break my bones
I know misery loves company
But words will forever hurt me
So many heroes, I have know
So many heroes’ names untold
The greatest still is kind
Loving and even smarter then he knows
He holds the love of so many
But no one loves him more then I
His oldest Daughter, Sarah Jho
So many lives have change for the words he wrote
Some find it hard to believe such beautiful words come from
A man who stutters so very bad
But make no mistake the most amazing poet of our day
Stutters as he tries to read the words he wrote
The greatest hero I have know has overcome so many pains
He battled drugs most of my life
Now years clean and he is back in my life
Hepatitis was the next test
But with no surprise as I knew he would
He won that test
But saddened still nerves
Would die and he can labor no more and he feels a useless foal
But my hero do not worry for what God has in store
For a poet’s hands are meant to write
Hold a pen, and dance on paper
To create a piece of art
God has chosen a new path for my hero’s life
THE PERFECT PRAYER
I was leading the service at church Sunday night.
We were deep in the throes of a spiritual fight.
The preacher was gone, emotions ran high.
My first thought was no, but I knew I must try.
When it came time to pray, I wasn’t prepared.
I was feeling the pressure as everyone stared.
In searching my mind for guiding direction,
my wondering eyes made an easy connection.
He was a principled man who never said much.
Most knew him for his compassionate touch.
Before I could weigh all the risks it involved,
I had asked him to pray, my problem was solved.
He reluctantly agreed with a nervous little smile,
then started in, “God…” and paused for a while.
He struggled intently for words to compose.
As each moment passed, the room-tension rose.
A silent prayer, not what I first had in mind,
but we all had one going for words he could find.
A long awkward silence; I had counted to ten,
when he finally yelled, "Help!" and a quiet, "Amen."
Laughter burst out over what had occurred.
He summed up our anguish with one masterful word.
This spirit-filled man, I had put on the spot,
had patiently waited for the answer he sought.
Our healing began from that heartfelt plead.
When we give it to God, He knows just what we need.
With hope now replacing any thoughts of despair,
I thanked him for praying the perfect prayer.
The Perfect Prayer was based on a true experience I had at a high-school
youth retreat. The scenario was slightly different, the impact was the
same. This piece, one of my favorites, has been published in several
publications. Sometime, I think, we make prayer too complicated.
Right when I thought I had figured things out,
FEAR sauntered in and introduced DOUBT.
The twins came over, DISMAY and DESPAIR.
Then APATHY appeared. Does anyone care?
DISGUST and DISDAIN knocked on my door.
DISILLUSIONMENT laughed at what was in store.
ENVY and PRIDE cried unanimous cheers.
DOOM and DESPERATION were invoking my fears.
DEFIANCE brought a sign reading, “Come watch him fall.”
A gruesome and grotesque masquerade ball.
A party complete full of Demons and Ghouls.
This chaotic nightmare was void of all rules.
I ventured outside away from the noise,
despondent by actions that EVIL employs.
I sat on the porch with my hands on my face.
The stench of DESTRUCTION dispensing DISGRACE.
I cried out, “Dear Lord, what more can I do?”
I jumped when a voice said, “It’s all up to you.”
I gathered my senses and offered a seat
to an elderly woman, who lived down the street.
“That’s quite a party you seem to be throwing.”
I nodded my head, “It just keeps on growing.”
She leaned in and whispered, “They run in packs,
carefully planning these full-scale attacks.”
I asked her the reason they all showed up here?
She said, “You empowered the illusion of FEAR.
Without you to help them, their power is weak.
They gather up strength from words that you speak.
What you don’t understand, regardless it’s true,
GOD gave authority over Demons to YOU.”
Something made sense in what she had said.
She changed the perceptions I had in my head.
So, I stormed in the house with COURAGE and PEACE,
screaming, “It’s over! This party must cease!”
CONVICTION paraded as FAITH filled my heart.
In the name of JESUS, I demanded they part!
Their revelry turned into howling and shrieks.
A bellowing ANGST echoed out from the peaks.
They whined and moaned but followed command.
HOPE cleansed the room and TRUTH took a stand.
My new found friend was no longer there.
I shouted out “Thank You!” into the night air.
Hearing my commotion, “For what?” asked my wife.
“Your church-lady friend may have just saved my life.”
“You mean GRACE?” she questioned, “Didn’t you know?”
“GRACE went to heaven almost two weeks ago.”
I took her hand and we knelt down to pray,
thanking GOD for the POWER in WORDS that we say.
Golden pieces of beauty jump from your pen and onto your notepad.
Some time modest are your words and sometimes scantily clad.
I love to jump head first into your art and have a little something
new sink down in my heart.
Your poems I read today (and as cliche as this may sound)
they took my breath away.
You breathe life into the art of the majestic word.
They reach the one who has read and the one who has heard.
May your words spread far and first near,
touching every heart and branding every ear.
May your work one day be displayed in extravagant frames
and be known as the man that we know now, the magician of words.
Last name Fraser. First name James.
Protected by your caressing arms,
"Move on, or let go."
These are the words I hear,
as they ever so softly slip off your sweet tongue.
These words are becoming,
the only ones i know.
A shiver runs down my spine,
as you speak these words so kind.
Advice with intellect,
no judgment here,
Not today.
You take my hand,
"We can run away," you say.
Away from ignorance,
away from pain.
"Take my hand, we can leave today. Just trust me, there will be much better days."
These are the precious words you say.
You ever live a life full of mysteries and
Just wonder.....
Who are you destined to be and what kind
Of things you were destined to do....
Coming across with people who open the doors
To success... so every new accomplishment
I hold up a fist symbolizing my individuality as a human
Person but think about it harrd it really means
The success of a young blacc youth....
Who is Mel some may ask......I who you call the most efficient with words with
sympathy converting into harmony and as my words of metaphors enlightens
thoughts in ya heads....the progress to my Panamanian dream becomes reality.....
Ladies and gentlemen I present to you what is called
Reality in the making.
Walking in the light in which I can say if I aint getting noticed let myself be
Burring my past and creating a new beginning
Remember No sacrifice equals no victory
And as my epitome of taking my poetry
reflects a hidden talent within me I hold up my fist once
More and say I don't hold up not only for the skin color
Of for the broths and sistah that made history
I hold it up because of my individuality and
Stand as a successful brotha to become history in the making
And as I live under one nation and its under god
As the blood rushing my vein burst out the color red white and blue
I repeat myself again....I hold up my fist not because of my broths and sistah who
made history
I want to make history
And when making it to the top I look down on my haters as they struggle to make
their way to the top
Im over the edge so I say.......Who ARE YOU?
Above it all
When I open my eyes
And look for yours
Every morning is a broken wish
Because it’s when I remember that you’re not here
And I need you.
Deep within my mind
I’ve tried every door
But I’m outside in the cold.
Crying, “please”.
I have to find a place above it all
Above this loss.
A place where I see you smiling at me
Just like you used to do
When you knew that we knew
No better love will there ever be.
When words could not describe what your loves does is free
Above it all
Where love is law
So when I open up my life
I smell your influence
In the Bluest sky.
I can’t see why I’m out here on my own.
Without you
I’m barely home.
How does it feel to hurt the one you love?
Another sleepless night
A restless fight with me on my knees
I have to find a place above all
This love I’ve loss.
A taste of tender laughter
Just like we use to do
Writing another chapter
No other place for lovers like these two.
All my words fail to tell when my heart plays the keys
High above the fallen leaves
Above it all
Where Love is Spring
-WAR
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Transported to the land of Fay I stand.
Standing in the midst of beautiful clover,
Every fairy smiling at me so kind,
They flittered and floated all around.
Saying words of welcome and praise.
Then just one fluttered in front of me.
Speaking in a language of beautiful sound,
She was so gorgeous, upon my gaze.
She said what wish might I grant for thee.
I thought for a few moments for my wish.
Several came to mind, just one stuck out.
The human world is corrupt and evilly kept.
I spoke my words and the Fairy went swish.
My thoughts and wish was to stay, I shout.
Here in this world of beauty, she just wept.
Granted my new fellow fairy, here you’ll play.
Poof now transformed into a Fairy with wings.
Floating and flying my heart had so much to say.
However, now I may grant wishes for many things.
what i mean to say
Lord, of your love i would write some
of sunshine, laughter, and exalted happiness
all of these things that make my smile come
from the source of all things that bless
like quiet moments spent with you
the words i read of Your love for all
the amazement of miracles, and the little things you do
and the blessed fullness of hearing Heavens call
i called out Your name Lord, and never will regret
having left behind a life of Godless sin
all those sins i can't do now are a cancelled debt
Jesus, you paid my bill, and i thank you still, and again
how callow would i be, to deny you me
when i was forfiet from the start
for what you've done for me, i plainly see
i owe you my whole heart
those sins i used to see as defining me
that held me in their snare
i cast off happily to kneel at calvary
and lay my wounded heart there
to You i give my every day, and seek you to mend my life
for You i give up all i can, and never will come close to
paying you back for the agony, your pain and earthly strife
all for me, from birth to death, the pain that was my due
Lord, the words won't come, i must confess
no words of mine can even mean a thing
but for all the wrongs i can't redress
and for Your love, salvation, and...
what i mean to say, Lord, is thanks for everything
WEEP NOT FOR ME
If some day soon the words stop coming
Like they are coming now,
Do not fear and weep for me
And wonder where I am somehow.
For I will be in a better land
Free from all my pain,
And I will never suffer heartaches
And will have a brand new name.
I may be going home soon, I'm not sure.
Jesus will set the time.
Then I'll leave this world behind me
And to my mansion I will climb.
I hope I will leave a memory of me
Or be a blessing in some way
That when you stop and think of me
You will smile throughout the day.
That's what I really want in this life
Not riches, glory or fame;
But to win a soul for Jesus' Kingdom
And believe upon His name.
So, if the words stop coming to you
Please do not weep for me.
Just notice all the butterflies
And know I am set free.
©Written by Ann Hart
Copyrighted November 2002
To God be all the glory
Forever and ever
To you, my friend, it is that I write,
and you know who you are.
I value the encouraging words that you share
more than you know by far.
You've taken of late the time to read
line upon line, page after page.
I feel as if I'm getting to know you
as you'd know me I'd wage.
It seems we have much in common
through the expressive gift of the pen.
And the placing of our words to verse-
why should that ever end ?
So through the picturesque things you write
I hope to see you more.
With each line that you put to pen
who knows what lies in store ?
Douglas L. Ace