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Weeping shall never become a thing of past,
I feel this heartache will always feel free to last.
When I can no longer stand the pain of loss's fear,
I shall become nothing but a lonely woman here.
I know I need redemption and I know I need it fast,
but these memories of my sweet boy bring a crimson tear.
He was but an innocent child when he suddenly died,
I laid there on my cold bed and continually cried.
No more reasons to live as my heart also stopped beating,
and these moods of depression keep repeating.
I just couldn't cope no matter how hard I tried,
this pain is so intense, so unbearably defeating.
I held my dead baby boy to my beating heart,
until at last this mother and child had to part.
I laid him in his eternal coffin bed,
standing like a stone through his funeral and words said.
At his grave I sang for my little sweetheart,
and on his coffin I laid bright roses red.
In the days and months that passed I was hollow,
a shadow of me and food I could not swallow.
I went deep and inner and I let no love inside,
I remained unresponsive no matter who tried.
Often, wandering a path to his grave, I do follow-
Will the day come that I can put this death aside.
_________________________
January 9, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Our Baby Boys
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9813-15-01
All Rights Reserved. Broken Wings/Laura Loo/Collaboration
God’s grace* to wake up
pulls me with faith's prop.
Prayer power light
drives morning delight.
Mercy wafting hope
braces mind to cope.
Wisdom’s learning time
sounds achievement chime.
Comfort from food-gain
Propels work, sans pain.
Smiles with triumph sigh
move steps to soar high.
Kindness to reach out
cheers heart; conquers pout.
Peace of joyous hush
calms heart's rapid rush.
Gladness midst love bliss
never should I miss.
“Nice job” from God’s voice
Blest with good night’s poise.
*2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
February 26, 2024
3rd place, "No Placement or Share a Poem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/14/2024
~With Him~
(Ameri-Sonnet)
God's planning something for you
Right now He is at your side
Nothing is hard for Him too
In bad times He'll be your guide
Always keep love faith peace hope
Give problems to him you'll see
He'll rescue you, help you cope
With Him anything can be
He knows you and cares for you
Best for you He has in mind
God love you and that's so true
Seek and His grace you can find
Read God's word and you can grow
He's our Savior and that's so!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
March.01.2017
-"So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The "Ameri-Sonnet" is a poetry style created by Richard W. Jenkins.
Each morning dawn brushes paint across the sky,
pastel colors to herald the rise of sun's golden eye.
He warms the earth. Dew's moisture he'll dry
before the world is waking.
Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking.
Sunrise lights the world as if it were enchanted.
Beauty surrounds us but nature is taken for granted,
marred by opinions, biased and slanted.
Hostility is of mankind's making.
Memories of soldiers as they marched off to war,
Some never returned, and others living with the encore
of battles fought and lost, wondering what it was for.
Nightmares that wake them, shaking.
But with each morning arrives glowing rays of hope.
Glimmers a new day brings and with it a way to cope
with life's hardships that make us walk a tightrope.
It's a painstaking chore: peacemaking.
The day will come when there will be an end of strife
in a world where corruption and fear are rife.
There will be no more war. Men will sheath the knife
Life will be idyllic, for which hearts have been aching.
My generation
lived by its own rules,
refused to cope with reality
and grew up irresponsibly...
abusing their bodies
with harmful substance;
arrogance and pride
were the qualities they displayed!
My generation
looked away...staring into nothing,
no plans,no dreams and no faith
to make them grow in spirit;
drunken, indulgent and insecure
they lost the will to endure...
they wasted precious years
chasing after phanthoms
that led them to obscure roads,
where life was so worthless and cheap!
My generation
put away holiness
and replaced it with foolishness,
and as demons seaped into their weak souls,
they were made powerless by their own rendition;
not empowered by love...they lost themselves!
My generation
could have accomplished great things,
been powerful leaders and inspire others;
their good deeds
could have been excellent examples
of their fruition!
Swallowed up in a sea of traffic lights
I shut my eyes a moment, heart and thoughts
entwined, Lord shine a little light
Like a film roll my thoughts swirl around
Looking up I gaze and come to a stop
Red Yellow and Green.
A small town girl happy and free
Little town lights do you remember me?
I always loved you or so pure and true
I come once again little light
please help me I’m feeling blue.
The lights are the silent tears rolling down my cheeks
The lights are the kisses that I feel
on my skin a cool breeze
The lights are my family and friends I miss them so
The lights were always on if only I looked into my core.
Little light take away my dread and give me hope
Light my way and help me cope
Pour your light into the cracks of my soul
I can see a glow with a small flicker
I know you well, let me rest in your wicker.
The Light
Regina Mclntosh
Date: 12.12.2020
Love found its way through the blue,
Where I had fallen, forgetting what’s true…
Like a distant sound, a storm to seek,
Leaving a trail of nostalgia, so weak…
Love found me amid the trembling leaves,
Rustling, dancing, while – my soul grieves…
Listening to the stardust, falling quiet,
Across night skies, where hearts won’t deny it…
Love found its way to bring me its peace,
Singing in rhythms of light that won’t cease…
Laughter and joy follow me through the shadows,
Reminding my heart that it’s the love I chose…
Love found me feeling lonely and without hope,
Until it poured into me the gentle so I can cope…
Lingering inside, there is a melody I can’t hide,
Soothing away the worries with love that can’t be denied…
Love found me – praying and praising – ever seeking,
The One who saved my soul, the One who isn’t self-seeking…
Life is more than worthwhile, now that I know this love,
Love that came down to save us, love sent from up above…
He is the reason I know – what it means to grow,
Repent of all my sins, and find peace in the gentle flow…
Flowing from the spirit of this Jesus who brings salvation,
Springs up the love of my life – my hope and faith’s foundation!
Salvatio L
(A lone female voice sings at a slow tempo. A lone voice whispers)
Some may say
There is no hope
But if you pay
Angels to dream
Each night
With prayer
For no reason or season
To cope
Look up
To the clouds
And pray
Someday
God will turn around
So you can be found
So the world can change
With just you
One person at a time
So your internal wars can stop
With no more pain
Standing
Crying in the rain
On the firing range
Some may say
Belief in something
Is crazy
For it's sometimes hard to believe
But that's the power of dreams
Believing what you can't see
In the Great In-Between
So put that fear away
Starting today
Life is just a stage
Let love and hope
Write your play
And you'll be ok
And just remember
Some may say
There is no hope
But if you
Pay angels to dream
Each night
With prayer
For no reason or season
To cope
Look up at the clouds
And pray
And someday
There'll be no more pain
Standing
Crying in the rain
On the firing range
For God will turn around
And you'll be found
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Salvation (from Latin:
salvatio, from salva, 'safe, saved') is the state of being saved or protected from harm or a dire situation.
In religion and theology, salvation generally refers to the deliverance of the soul from sin and its consequences.
Source:
Wikipedia.
(Son) Father, mother, time has come,
I’ll go out while I’m still young,
To venture out and see creation,
And wander through every nation.
(Father) Silly boy, don’t you know?
Life is long, take it slow,
Wait some time before you go,
As our child that’s what you owe.
(Mother) What will we do all alone?
Who will help us but our own?
When we’re old and senile,
Will you come all those miles?
(Son) Before you die, I promise,
I’ll come back, I’m honest,
I’ll take care of both of you,
And show you how much I grew.
But the son who went away,
Soon became nature’s prey,
Before he could come back,
He got buried in some crack.
First the parents were full of hope,
But after thirty years they began to cope,
That the next time they’d see their son,
Was when they’d died and life was done.
Our year Twenty-Twenty arrived,
and as a new decade, revived
pursuits of our hopes for more peace-
divisions and conflicts- decrease.
The first few months quickly slipped past!
But, then Covid horror would last
throughout the whole year- and maintain
to take life away- so insane!
With quarantines, normal was lost;
the whirlwind of change was the cost!
No traveling, gatherings, schools-
just mandates of strict Covid rules.
Then politics helped stoke the fire;
divisions more deeply transpire.
Each chaos, together, adds force
to tear down our spirits, of course.
But, now Twenty-One will arrive;
a new-year blank slate to contrive.
But, troubles from Twenty hang on
to keep hope for change- somewhat gone.
Yet still, we as humans, take hope
in finding the best ways to cope.
Words, "never say never," construe-
each Happy New Year's wish comes true.
December 28, 2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: 2020 To 2021
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
Judged: 01/02/2021