Please give me a chance
To explain what’s on my mind
About my career which I dream.
Please your one glance
Is enough to make me blind
To see myself and scream.
Accepting that I am alone in this life
Ready to trust in Jesus Surrendering to God
Always a smile on my face
Peace to my soul and my spirit on fire
Love deep inside comes from My Father
Glory to God I am not alone He is with me
Trusting in Faith over what is seen
Love overwhelms while I surrender to God
Heavy is the pain he bore my sins
Love soars toward my heart I am never alone
God is my best friend he is with me now
I awake in the stuffy camper living space,
and begin rubbing my hands across my greasy face.
Mosquitoes destined to die fly above, about the neon light.
Friends and family already awake waiting for me outside.
The door opens letting the breeze bring new life to the stuffy room.
Grabbing my white shorts and brown glasses I get up and exit my tomb.
My eyes begin to adjust to spring’s bright gloom.
My brother and childhood friends play by the lake shore,
father is cooking sausage on the little electric grill by the back camper’s door.
I open the fridge door and grab a V8,
while letting the sounds of laughter fill my soul till it aches.
Mom is rocking in her grandmother’s rocking chair,
the smell of pollen and mid-spring flowers fills the air.
I stride past my mom and perch upon the porch rail,
the glistening body of teal takes my breath away without fail
We will laugh, we will play, and be childishly free all day
and wish things would always be this way.
And this my friend is this poet’s ever perfect day.
calling you the golden child is rude of me when I know your going thew your own kind of pressure. mom and dad want you to be perfect and excel where they failed with me. they see a future in you because they don't see one in me. they put pressure on you to be perfect because I'm the family disappointment and up. so mom and dad see all the perfection they can put into you instead of me because they have given up on me and that's fine because I'm going to rebuild a name for myself and I hope one day you can be proud of me Jericho I don't understand but your's and dad's approval or being proud of me means the world to me I only care what you tow think. I hope one day we will be close. I hope one day I wont be in you shadow or anyone else's I hope Jer Jer that one day you can be proud to call me your sister and I hope one day dad can be proud to call me his daughter.
Hunter simply at war,
Going to hunting games...
In hope to make stress counts,
With heavy back loads home.
Weary and waiting...
Patiently on the open field,
For wandering games;
Off care to be spared.
Many a chance;
Missed targets, cry...
Solemnly within thoughts:-
To trying or give up to still moment.
Of empty stomach,
Only fruits appetize its influence
Under the strength of fighting back...
Softly to beat past misses
Mighty is bait of thee;
Spell, patience nurtured...
Now found its hit aright that counts
Which relieved waiting worth.
How much stress, if weighed;
With agony of pain by heart,
Flying trials in free circle of danger?
Won't share unless left behind.
Suffer alone for caring sake;
Enjoy with others .
How else caring is unjustified?
Been there for family!
POWER OF INSPIRATION IN LIFE.
Life is the Impact of the “Inspiration,
Life is Purged by, Impact of the Inspiration.
Inspiration in life is Self Determination.
Self Determination in life is the Great Impact on Inspiration.
Inspiration...
– by A G Vasudev Raj Urs
Anna found herself writing this to Marcus for a reply.
Dearest Marcus Sire
I find myself penning this letter to you.
I know why.
From ever since I can remember looking back,
it wasn’t a happy childhood,
Verbal, physical and mental abuse.
It wasn’t a one off it was consistent.
It wasn’t just one person was it; it was the whole family.
I don’t know how I survived that abuse.
Yet I will never forgive them.
They used me as a servant.
Closing all doors for me.
I’ll bide my time I used to think.
No one would believe the damage they did to me.
Now that I left them, they still try to follow me and I ignore them.
I pretend that I care.
Them with your problems of the world doing it to them.
They thought no one will spread the word of what they were.
Mum and dad and family.
Now I spend my time laughing at you.
Wouldn’t help you if you were in deepest hell.
Today I Find joy in the smallest things.
There’s hope, yes there is.
Waiting for your reply.
In the darkest hour,
The Devil thinks he's won,
Having dealt a heavy blow
To Goodness, Truth, and Love.
But as he smiles in triumph,
At the chaos and the pain,
For just a moment, he forgets
That Dawn is on its way.
And when the Sun arrives at last,
To pierce the blackness with its rays,
All of his evil work will fall,
For Night can never conquer Day.
With A Gentle Hand Contest //Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Contest Judged: 9/16/2025 4:35:00 AM
( 9th Place )
Written: September 7, 2025
With a gentle hand,
You balance the world while its feet are still untried…
little fingers twist like seashells
around the promise of tomorrow.
Love is gentle in this place;
it hides within a cradle song,
a steady thrum of trust
leaning into your heart.
Every touch becomes a promise
each embrace a refuge -
showing the fragile ones
that gentleness carries power.
When the lullabies grow silent
your hand remains
carrying tomorrow gently
like sunrise opening the sky.
When winds are rough,
And tear at hopes and dreams
When days are dark, and nights are tough,
And over-long, it seems
When bitter clouds collect above,
And ache and break and pour
We'll batten down the hatches,
Just like we did before.
You see, to me - we're made to last;
To wait, contented, warm;
To stand and know the past has passed.
For now, it's just a storm.
If you should fray, or fall apart,
In any where or when
We’ll always try, with all our heart,
To make you whole again.
But if you do fall behind,
And break and shake to bits
The day will come where you will find,
The pieces still all fit.
That's quite enough of strain and strife,
And painful days, astray.
This isn't at all funny, life.
Enough for now, okay?
In a world of journeys,
A path we found,
A path woven with waves of emotions,
A path of laughter and tears.
RCF, a home of care we found.
RCF
A journey of change,
A journey of power,
A journey of unity,
A journey of voices,
A journey of love.
RCF, a journey that stretched us.
RCF
A journey where shyness turned to bravery,
A journey of learning,
A babe once, now grown in grace,
A journey of one becoming a multitude,
A journey of instability now firm and grounded.
RCF, where my heart belongs.
How do I say goodbye?
A journey engraved in my heart,
A journey that forged us into warriors,
A journey that taught us resilience.
RCF, a journey completed, strong and true.
In RCF, a family I found.
Time longer than rope
Chokes hearts dangling
In the reality of struggle:-
Grieving mothers and widows
Veil their grief in sagging bosoms
As they wail in excruciating silence:-
Fragments of men, void of hope,
View and count communal graves
Swelling with dirt burying the dead:-
(Buried are “The Wretched Of The Earth”)
In the neap tides of sorrows,
Mourners wade the airy blood
Of the children of Pilate’s hands:-
In the stale winds of time, “woe is me”
Cries the forsaken land–lamenting scriptures—
Echoing Freneau: “They saw their country’s woe:-”
Stacked like molded bread slices,
Decaying bodies release spores
Of death to weary-eyed mourners:-
Like an aching bosom’s colloidal tears,
Life sags on, and Sisyphus-like children
Sit under the warrior ghost of lingering hope:
(Indeed, “At this wake…none keep vigil…None:-”)*
*A line from the poem, RECESSION, by Wole Soyinka
The Greatest Christmas Wish
If I could have but one wish this season
I should chose wisely and with good reason
A wish to benfit all the world around
Something substanial and profound
A wish of some import, and wasted never
Reaching deep inside and bringing forth what's forever
I thought and thought, and then in flash it come to me
A wish to set the whole world free
I wish every soldier everywhere to stop
Feel the great and the good, then your weapons just drop
To your families go right now, they need you more
To all the fighting and hate, just close that door
To those who wish you to return
Give your courage a turn
"I say no! My family needs me here."
"These are the ones I hold dear."
I hope every soldier will say for "them" to hear
"I will not fight, get maimed, or die for you, is that clear."
"This is my life."
"Here with my children and my wife."
Burning incense this morning
with a heaven laden heart
so many hurting right now
so this is a real good start
Angels are weeping and God
well His heart is bleeding
so many prayers are being offered
so many hours filled with hope
Rosary beads and mantras said
I refuse to believe its all over
this is not the end by far
I'm going for broke, in trust
I trust, there will be more, ...
I'm burning incense this morning.
Kidding around, I called mother “Lou”
Short for Louella between us two.
She’d return the favor; call me “number three.”
At the time it was cute, now it’s precious to me.
“Thank you, Lou” always brought a smile,
A wink and shoulder shrug also beguiled
For only between us, we understood
The love that we shared, was incredibly good!
“Smells great, Lou” I would say in the kitchen
She would toss me a peeler and I’d pitch in.
And when she would sing with her old guitar
A “love that, Lou” wouldn’t follow far.
“How are you feeling"? I worried to ask
“Oh, you know Thomas, I’ll finish the task.
Whether easy or hard, Lou never gave up
Always serving and filling another's cup.
“I’m missing you Lou the magnificent!”
As I sense a same sentiment… heaven sent.
The bond that we know, will forever exist
Till at heaven’s gate, will grow more with a kiss.
Till then, I will whisper and pray and sing
Of the love that I have for our little “Thing.”
Until next time, you'll hear a son’s eager “Lou!”
Because number three, has been pining for you.
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