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M iracle baby boy
I' m being called
R elief for my parents
A s I am growing and doing fine
C loser to entering the world
L ove is flowing like water
E verywhere in our home right now
B ut I am ready to leave this small space
A nd be held by my mommy and daddy
B y and by I will feel hugs and kisses
Y et another miracle I am from God above
Written for: Debbie Guzzi's "Give Thanks" Contest
Received Honorable Mention
After years of trying and losing, after being told they would never have
a child of their own...A Miracle happened.
We constantly give thanks for our little guy.
Entry for P.D.'s A Poem You Wrote This Week Contest
Placed 2nd
MY WINTER
Prepared for this cold winter?
Tree fronds hang their heads,
flashing lights hang tight.
Bowed and bollixed presents —
depressed. The absence of
a merry Spring — the empty nest.
Emotions chill, shiver...
Turtlenecks without hugs.
The whiteout of snow —
knees shovel the heavy load.
Deleterious decorations,
keepsakes of holiday romance —
kids sledding and cutting cookies,
hot chocolate and kindled laughter.
Icicles cling like burs
to my dendrites,
stinging my eyes.
Yet, jingle bells soon ring,
with Nor’easter winds —
grandchildren chill for a season.
and with chattering teeth, I grin.
11/19/2017
Viv Wigley’s My Winter Contest
These are my letters to you O Beloved
how else can I make you see
these are all I have to send you
when you aren't here with me
I want to wrap my arms around you
lay your head unto my breast
capture all your falling tears
and in my heart to take your rest
Want to share all my emotions
right down to the smallest thought
retire with you when there is night
daily rise with the sun our lot
All the things I want to tell you
if I could these words make speech
but if you can't understand me
they'll not your heart to able reach
I want to hear your voice again
for it is pleasant to my ears
within its sound is music
always soothing to all my fears
I think this is the kind of life
what we call God would want for you
but nothing like this can reach your heart
unless you also want it too
You can close your heart and walk away
but I hope you'll see and not forget
that to share your life in every way
a devotion you could not regret
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Her writes are touching
They bring tears to your eyes
You can sense her fears
From the woman inside
Through the eyes of another
Saying " the time has come "
To begin the climb
Towards the sun
The other side
Under the moonlit sky
Suicide, feelings of
The questions, why?
Please forgive me
Today's the day
I'm finally free
No looking back for me, as I pray
It's now or never
Please remember me
My hidden thoughts
Will set me free
I have a dream
So far away
I believe it's time
Don't cry when you say
Goodbye
I wonder, I remember
Life is to short
On reflection
The above I abort
On the wings of an angel
I will travel one day
But until that time
This lost soul will stay
Dear Lord
Is there a heaven?
A little precious angel says
My family, love and faith
Will see me through my days
Having read a poets poems yesterday, i wrote this using the titles
to her sad, but heartfelt pieces
~ ~ And the ladies name is Colleen Bono ~ ~
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php
This is a belated Christmas poem
Poor man's Christmas
They lived so long in poverty and couldn't even afford a Christmas tree . Their Christmas would start the following day when xmas trees were thrown away
He searched the garbages for garland and bows and xmas wrap - anything that he could carry back .
He found old xmas toys that were thrown away it was something for his kids to play .
He had worked every job that he could find and even washed dishes at the five and dime .
He washed cars shoveled snow , these are the things that he did know .
With every bit of pay he would put something away saving for that xmas day .
He saved enough money to buy coats for his wife and two girls for they was his entire world .
He took home everything that he had found and laid it on the ground
He stood up the tree in a corner space and decorated it with the garland and lace .
Gift wrapping the presents and putting them around the tree , so it would be the first thing that they would see .
They awoke with surprise in their eyes as they all began to cry .
They were poor but very blessed for they had passed life's biggest test .
" Loving one another "
(C) poetlou 031125
BEDROOM EYES
I think you think I’m thinking something I shouldn’t;
That somehow I’d put you in a compromise.
You know I must be thinking something indecent,
Because I looked at you too long with my bedroom eyes.
I admit to giving you the old ‘once-over’.
If you think I’m being rude, I apologize.
But I’m not on the hunt for a one-night lover,
In spite of what you think you saw in my bedroom eyes.
(Chorus)
But when I look in your eyes, I see something to hope for:
Children, then grandchildren . . . maybe longer even more.
So if I look at you too long, I hope you’ll empathize--
There’s more than just desire in my bedroom eyes.
If you could read my mind instead of my gaze,
I think by then that you’ll come to realize
That I’m thinking about you in terms of decades.
I want to look at you for years with bedroom eyes.
It saddens me
To read poems of our poets
Anguish of life
And society knows it
The threat of eviction
Because no jobs can pay
Multi conglomerates
Stand in our way
Their tall buildings
Overlook our homes
Shadowing the poor
Savings they comb
Destitute families
Looking for a way out
Administration
Give them a shout
We voted you in
To change for the good
No wonder so many
Have to turned to the hood
The weight of the world
Is on us all
But the ones at the top
They rarely fall
So Corporate America
And corporates worldwide
You wouldn't be there
Without us, by your side
Written after reading James Peranteau's poem " I'll loose my little Son "
whilst listening to Tommy Shaw's " The Weight of the World "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php
Childhood's false forever
Has met its end, ephemeral as it was,
This fresh adult now stolen into our lives while we weren't looking
Now directs the actors, sets the stage
For her curtain call.
She knows not yet what audience awaits
On that curtain's further side;
But be they friend or foe, ally or adversary
She means to wow them all
With the perfect performance she asks of herself.
Nothing less will do.
The world turns on in its careless way,
One day ends in another's beginning,
Sunset chases sunrise
Marching between eternity's open gates
Each is given their little space to take the stage
To shine against the pressing dark.
In my head a little girl runs laughing towards the sunset.
I turn, and a young woman returns, trailing the sunrise.
We turn together, play out our parts
With every turn
I love her all the more.
Wife's job vanished
Bank account diminishing
Future uncertain
Wolves are nosing at the door again.
My children smile at me,
Dance for joy when I come home;
Suddenly, no more fear, no worries for awhile
Funny how it takes all my concentration,
Such an effort of will,
To acheive, now and again,
The state of mind they take for granted.
The background noise of the big world is so high
One can barely think.
So I strive to rise above it,
To lift up and out of my little self
Climbing higher and higher
'Til the horizon's edges
Fall Away
And everything is Present:
No Future No Past
No Necessities
Only the one Conscious Moment
Shining here unbounded.
I see once more that I shall suffer for awhile,
But can this really touch my joys, my freedom?
- Only by my own permission.
No Joy without Pain
No Light without Dark
No Life without Death
Where are the sufferings of yesterday, of the years before?
Memories now, fading into the distance.
Troubles roll in, break over our lives
Then go, then come again
Sliding forwards and back on the tides of tomorrows.
I feel my pain, and close behind it
The world's far greater pain screaming
From its thousand daily wounds
Yet every day we go on, regardless
Fight the strain and it strengthens,
Let it break, then it recedes.
Do something, or nothing
The Wheel turns just the same.
Easily said, yet hard to do;
Nothing's more difficult
Than doing nothing.
My love runs deep, my senses alive and vibrant with her,
Countless small delights lay near to hand.
I've two children more beautiful than the stars
To gaze on as they sleep; drunken with love of them
- What matters some struggle, next to this?
Yesterday is lost to time, and tomorrow yet to be;
All I can hold is this One Moment - I must not let it fall!
I look within the Moment
Horizons Fall Away.
Reach for It - It slides away
Listen for It - no sound will come
- But glance away, be still awhile and wait
- It steals up in the wind and blows right though you, Singing.
It is like deep water.
On the surface everything changes, flows
But down below abides a Great Stillness.
Horizons Fall Away.
Joseph the son of Jacob and Rachel by his own brothers he was betrayed
a young man with a gift of dreams whom they threw in a pit and wanted to slay
they were jealous of their father's affection for him and his gift from God
they couldn't understand the nature of his calling nor the compassion he had in his heart
not many people get it when they meet a person who possesses a godly perception
many are somewhat envious while other tend to take an exception
but to be a dreamer to be anointed with that special gift
with the ability to help others spirits to be lift
to dream during the good times as well as the bad
to dream no matter the situation be you happy or sad
to dream as an encouragement to others even when you're down and low
to dream to let that gift from God in you continue to flow
most dreamers are visionaries who have experienced some sadness in life
most dreamers are able to see beyond humanity and into the heart of Christ
and even when they've been cast down they will lift their eyes to the hills
and no matter the circumstances they know to trust in the Lord God's will
a victory for a visionary, a victory from God's righteous plans
the providential mercy and grace which come from His omnipotent hands
from the pit to the palace, from the ravine to righteousness
Joseph sought no revenge nor displayed any bitterness
Joseph had an opportunity to ruin his brothers but he understood his role
he was a gifted dreamer entrusted with a godly perception entrenched in his soul
so no matter what folks put you through God can turn the tide
for vengeance is the Lord's so put your grievances to the side
Joseph forgave his brothers' betrayal and he lived to tell the tale
and despite all the hardships he suffered his life turned out quite well
so if you find yourself in a pit situation or you're feeling pitiful about your life
know there's a victory for a visionary if you follow the teachings of Christ