I search and ponder for ways to
find, the perfect way to write
my mind.
Inspiration comes from every
line, a book a picture a look a
sign.
Some words may hurt and
some rhymes could burn,
regardless my thoughts must
have their turn.
I free myself with every stroke
of my hand, and become my
own true biggest fan.
If you read this and hear what
I'm trying to say, perhaps you'll
post your own one day.
Perhaps if you just close your
eyes, imagine the pen your
feelings in disguise.
There is not right or wrong way
to express, for every poet their
own words do impress.
Entered in Miranda's contest "Inspired"
Written by Joyce Johnson 6/20/11
Whenever I sit at my processor,
I pull words right out of the air.
I search this empty head of mine
and they do not come from there.
Sometimes they appear with my mama’s voice
or that of my long lost son.
It seems the poems have been composed
before they have begun.
I recognize my mama’s voice,
her words are love and light.
My son’s come with a message and
he wants to get it right.
I have tried the pen and paper way
and often receive a thought
that sends me to my keyboard
before the words are wrought.
Working in the garden or
sitting quietly at the beach
I hear as words try to get through
but they are beyond my reach.
Give me the electronic wonder
and keyboard at finger tips.
I’ll record their words for you
her metaphors, his quips.
Some days so many voices
are trying to get through,
they use me as translator
to get them heard by you.
Then there are time my fingers type
a brand new line or two.
I realize it’s mine alone.
I’ve written it for you.
There is a Two-edge Sword.. It’s Your Tongue,
There's Power in Your Words You Speak
Speak Boldly.. Not Coldly
Choose Your words wisely, Always speak Truth
Your words can either bring Life or Death
This is No Myth.. It's True
The Words You speaks Plants seeds.. To keep
They can be Good Seeds or Bad Weeds
Words You choose.. Is What Happens to You
Words spoken Paints many Pictures, You see
They're Manifest into Reality
By speaking words that, You know
Believing is Receiving, Words You've sowed
In Life, You choose which way to go
So.. Become Born-again.. Be Saved.. My Friend
Believe in Jesus Christ.. Don’t think twice
Make Jesus Lord over Your Life
Do Your Part, Ask Jesus in Your Heart
Ask and Receive Forgiveness of Your sins,
Be Made Free.. For Eternity
Always Walk in Love
{Follow Jesus}
Gazing over the sponsers searching for what they seek
I find "Dr Rams words are better than gold"
I note this contest is slow to accumulate its limits
of which is readily understood given, Gold verses Soul
This man who is put forth where one must comply
matches feelings against the rules of impossibility
Gold is but a tangible asset that when mined becomes liquid
Dr Ram's words are better than gold as is everyone's whom God created.
Contest: Dr Ram's Words are better than gold
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Submitted by: Judy Konos
Speak to me your words of life
And tell me how you find...
Give and show how much you seem
To believe what lies in between us...
Between us now
All those words never seemed to say...
Let alone follow us
Work us throughout our lives...
Scream and cry to much more
Of the words that messed up who's life...
So a poet you want to be
playing with words
like a child with lego
at his mothers knee
using the bricks to build something new
like words to express how your feeling blue
or red for a wall or if your happy instead
the wall willl be strong
and the words well read
so you can create an image for all to see
one will be solid
and seen through the eyes
the other a picture still
yet built in the mind
I am feeling a sense of poetic justice as I lift up this pen and emancipate my thoughts, frm this mental prison that enslaves my ideas, tortures my dreams and torments my hopes and ambitions by denying them slowly wrecking me through da wreatched realisation that reality is mocking my imagination by remaining so dull, let me paint it. I refuse to watch life through these shades of black and white, pass me that blue, let's add yellow here and see how this dream looks in green.... I refuse to accept my inability to be the master of my destiny so here words fly on free and please tell Acts about me, I am tired of just watching and standing by so when you do find meaning, and reasoning accepts you for who u really are, then and only then I knw that u my words will be strong enough to set even ME free. Then acts and I will do and be evrything that we always Said we will be and the world will once again see that we are what we Speak.
The Soul that's weighted down will float like concrete -
Erase these rocks from my feet.
I will not know defeat, even as Freedom freefalls,
Though, Time's burnt my bridges and words stand as walls.
To hatemonger's calls I will pay no heed
Expression, and Movement, my dynamic steed!
See, the creed that I claim was squandered unknown
In flood swells and blood-knells - their consequences shown.
The dove's flown a trail, means miles for me...
'Til concrete is cracked, 'til from words we live free.
completely surrounded by love that is voided
speechless by the words that others say
silent by the words of today
incomplete without the least bit of satisfaction of the truth
just ending with a priceless day because of you
Its so easy to give up
It's so hard to try
Focus your life
And remember the words of dignity
The words of encouragement are
Your friend there here to protect
you
There's a greater plan
Don't keep crying
Don't keep sobbing hold
Your head up and believe that you
are
greater you are beautiful you
are smart and SMILE!!!
Pencil Wood
One winter morning found Mom slumped in her chair
Stood frozen...All I could do was stare
Soon I would experience
Emotional pain and suffering beyond compare
I asked God why
Did he want to see everyone cry
Was his love really a lie
I challenged him...Make me die
Instead he sent me to Depression Hell
Without Love I withdrew into a shell
Loss of sleep...Continuous soul weep
My mind wandered...Thoughts way too deep
One day my mind forced my hand to pick up a pencil
I wrote then smashed words on paper
Turning my Mother's Death
Into a Supernatural Caper
How she reunited with Dad
The more I wrote the less I was sad
I told my Doctor of my good news
I shared with him my Supernatural Views
He asked “How do you know your writing is any good”
Maybe all your written words were “A waste of Pencil Wood”
I told my Doc I am the best writer in the World
At last my mind is clear
Death I no longer fear
Finally my writing put an end to my mental fight
Now I have become a Poet
Writers delight
Joseph Adam Elward
I dream at night but not alone
The angels do surround me
My tears take on a musical tone
With them singing around me
They're by my side both night and day
Protecting me from all folly
Giving me words when I need to pray
And easing my dark melancholy
I know my angels,some for sure
Dear loved ones who've passed over
Like Mama with her heart so pure
Now dancing in heavenly clover
And my dearest daddy strong and sleek
Now stands his black hair flowing
Touches me gently on the cheek
His silver robes are glowing
Vessels of deepest love are they
They're with me every hour
My guardians are here to stay
I feel their holy power
They'll be right there to lift me high
When through trouble I've trod
And help me when my time draws nigh
To touch the face of God
** for Eternal Figure contest
sponsored by Words Wounded
One man’s capacity to enlighten
Has always made an impression on me
His words absorbed, perception is heightened
Yet he has no academic degree
While driving his truck, he contemplated
Truths that most of us spend lifetimes seeking
With all walks of life he integrated
Listened closely as others were speaking
He was receptive to words from the heart
Dismissing the carnal mind’s illusions
A modern prophet, wisdom to impart
He helps us to find precepts’ conclusions
If doubt existed, there’s now evidence
One man’s life can carry great influence
Cleaning my closet just the other day....
And their sat an old letter tattered and grey...
The memories swept back like a cool wind
from the window...
Should I read these words again or to the
shedder shall it go...
Human nature makes us want to feel the pain...
Why I will never know, but the fear is the gain..
For one last time I will tear for these broken dreams,
as my fingers shake and my body leans...
I skim through this letter and the words not kinder...
For a touch on my shoulder and sweet reminder...
The past is the past and for real love and trust, is the
lady beside me where our love is a must....
Thank You For Your Prayers
I do thank you for your prayers
It certainly shows you care
They have certainly touched my heart
It means so much to be apart
It’s a blessing to have friends like you
Your words of comfort has helped me through
Even across the miles
Your words have helped me to come back alive
I’ve gained new strength from day to day
God heard every word you prayed!
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