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MY SWEET LORD
When I was a little girl, we used to pray and say our grace
at our altar every day at six in the evening before dinner
and to say a little prayer at bed time in my bed space.
So early in life, I came about my faith and it got clearer
that Jesus is the Holy One, when I went to a Catholic class.
I learned to love one another and to try not to be a sinner.
The first time I ever saw your face, my Jesus was not in a mass.
It was when I was given a fifty-fifty chance to live, the day my
first child was born and I was pleading, “Lord spare me”, I asked.
I awoke surrounded by loved ones looking at me, drying their eyes.
My aunt told me I almost did not make it and I felt the oxygen mask
on my face, when joy came upon me realizing I was spared and I cried.
My Jesus, thank you for being with me, assuring me it is You I can rely.
My Sweet Lord, you always give me hope and it is only You I abide by.
6/19/21 Jesus Poetry
Regina McIntosh
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I love to keep a low profile
And avoid the limelight
Flamboyance is not my style
I’m fiercely loyal, fair and giving
Looking for ways to please loved ones
By subtle random acts of kindness
I wish I could grace the whole world
With melodious joyful entertainment
I even bought a piano once
Because I wanted so to learn
Only to discover as much as I love music
I don’t have one musical bone in me
I dream of leaving behind a legacy
Born of some creative bit of me
I’m struggling 'cause I just don’t know
If I’ll run out of time to finish off
Everything I’ve sketched and planned~
I dream to leave the world more beautiful
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TO BE YOUNG AGAIN~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2023
Come the if and when
All that of me is to be left
Can be placed or fit inside
a coffin or an ashen matchbox
May this i pray my final
wish be
That the prevailing winds
Not only the storm i leave
lesser
But rather pass you over and bye
And leave no trace behind
But a picture perfect sunset
For my loved ones to bask in
and take in
All of life's magnificence and glory
Before it's gone
And would gladly welcome
a chilling breeze cutting a
path right through you
Any feeling at all even if
that be pain or cause discomfort
Anything but this the final
ignominy that death has to offer
Is regret , sorry wish i could
have , should have
Are currency that only be spent
whilst amongst and on the living
Daily mounting pressures
What hides behind the eyes
You've tried your best to catch her
This crazy thing called life
While imitating art
No one saw you draw the signs
Sadly here you are
Dressed up like suicide
If you had asked permission
Would they grant the fall
Have you ever heard them listen
To your cries before
Set with tunnel vision
To the world outside
Giving out you give in
Dressed up like suicide
What was once distance thunder
Now goes off in your head
The down pour pulls you under
Held by the hand of death
A cushion for your problems
Sign on the dotted line
Smoke em if you got em
Dressed up like suicide
Although there's an average of 120 suicides a day in America alone the death of Chris Cornell was a real shocker to me and once again puts this tragedy to the forefront.
I beg you, please seek help....
For yourself and your loved ones.
Have you ever watched a loved one die
Only to look at the sky and wonder why
We're put on this world to live and thrive
And then die when we can no longer survive
It's a bittersweet moment to even open our eyes
Just to see their eyes closed and hear the cries
The cries that fuel nightmares and fear
Of the Grim Reaper's scythe taking what we hold dear
It's laughter and love that are our greatest wealth
As we dream of living long lives in good health
It's this world that's twisted and tormented and anguished
Because life is finite and death cannot be vanquished
And the pain of loss is felt every single day
In different ways, perhaps, but it never goes away
We watch the flowers bloom beneath the kiss of a Spring sun
With no place to go and nowhere to run
Born against our will we know the end will come
But we define worth by what we become
And the more people I lose the more I ask why
I had to look in their eyes knowing they'd die
Years and years of guilt crush me beneath the weight
And the tears brimming in my eyes mean I can't see straight
Days and days of loneliness turned a warm heart cold
As the grays become numerous it's clear I'm getting old
Even a gentle breeze is enough to make me freeze
I scream and shout and fall to my knees
Pleading with God to take away the pain
And the stain of sins that cut to the vein
I'm crippled by what could and should have been
And haunted by dreams of doing it all again
But worse is knowing I still have loved ones to lose
And no amount of booze can soothe the bruise
It's a curse to open my eyes knowing they will not
Because no matter how many times I'm taught
To move on I constantly look over my shoulder
At the burden I carry turning from a rock to a boulder
We're not put on this world to live and thrive
Because the name of the game is to simply survive
So the time will come to watch a loved one die
In stoic silence I'll watch and I'll wonder why
Grab my glow sticks
dig out my old whistle
And my 1 and only white right hand silk glove
And faded black and yellow smilly face t-shirt from the back of my cupboard
And please take me back one more time
There to when i was near abouts turning 20
Willing to live on the edge
Try and do anything once no matter how dangerous stupid dumb or naive that was
And be damned the consequences armed with youthful innocence
Willing to face them in the morning or when i am older and have to face eventually growing up
But for now let me just remenis if only for a little while
Whilst i still can
As who knows for sure exactly if tommorow will ever come
Or
Even if it will at all
But whatsoever does i want to know
At least i didn't leave anything to chance
I did everything yesterday when it came a calling at my door
Dipped my toes in every ocean i came across took my time out to feel the sand between my toes
Played with fire inspite of the fact and prior knowledge i could get burnt
And ended up doing so more than once or twice
One of lifes many lessons to be learnt and personal cost and heavy price to pay
And do i regret them now
Well yes i obviously do
Otherwise I would be lying
But not half as much as getting old does
In the end truth be told
If all you have is fond memories
To cling and hold onto getting old
Rather than a family or loved ones
of your own
To get you through
along many roads of blessedness I’ve traveled
but also I have followed strands of pebbles
on beaches of despair.
I have crept down frightful alleys
with my heart beating fear’s rhythm,
and I have sometimes wandered
through corridors of woe.
in those spans of my lifetime
not so very blessed
I have found relief in the comfort
of my home, for home is where
I can lay down my burdens.
in the laughter of my children
I have escaped the dreariness
of the mundane
I have fled the cacophony
of everyday clamor
upon finding myself
on the threshold of my dear home
in the sight of
my loved ones’ sweet eyes,
I can find my tranquility, for
life’s monsters are curtailed -
at least for a whisper of time
as gentle as butterfly wings -
when I let my mind wander
to peaceful memories
and calm myself inside
the beautiful serenity
of a home free from strife
You’re walking now
in perfect paradise,
your vision restored
like never before.
You get to be with
all who have gone before.
No more pain.
No more suffering.
Your memory lives
in each of us,
in the stories you told
and the time spent together.
We cherish
each of the memories made,
missing you here on earth,
but we all know
you made it home
to live eternity
in perfect paradise
with the Lord by your side.
In the house of many mansions
We know you’re looking down on us
from heaven up above,
watching over your loved ones.
We know how proud you were
of all us kids
and your grandchildren too.
We love you, Daddy,
and we will miss you deeply
until the day we reunite
in perfect paradise.
Watch over Mommy
as she goes on
without the love of her life.
Send her little reminders
every now and then
to let her know
your love will never end.
Goodnight, John-Boy.
Rest in peace.
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father's house has many rooms... I am going there to prepare a place for you." — John 14:1-2 :::
Written for my father who passed away June 7th 2026
used to refer to as we said goodnight.
In search of a garden flower in mid-February afternoon,
I stumbled in a little corner into a bunch of bulb flowers,
There were some bright yellow flowers bowing graciously in the cold,
They were shivering but seemed to dance merrily in the chilly wind.
I dared to pluck one of the flowers, separating it from its flock,
The rich yellow petal cup adorned on top of lovely green stem,
It held the beautiful nectar of nature to welcome the coming spring,
I did not know till someone told me that it was a pretty daffodil.
I could offer my pretty daffodil on the altar of God,
It would love to meet the creator and adorn the alter,
The beautiful yellow petal cup would remind the devotees,
To share the golden honey of kindness and good wishes with all.
I could offer my pretty daffodil to my departed loved ones,
It would fill their heart with shining love and beaming smiles,
It would remind me of the glass of the wine of love,
Which we shared in our lives till heavens got us apart.
I could offer my pretty daffodil to my lover at heart,
She would be ecstatic to behold the flourishing love,
I would love to engrave our kisses on those lovely petals,
And preserve in my heart and soul for many years.
My pretty daffodil was so fragile and tender,
I put her in a vase, watered at any hint of withering,
I could not keep her beaming and smiling with time,
Even in the premature demise, she was spilling happiness from her cup of love.
Monarch butterfly, how majestic, how iconic,
Monarch butterfly, how beautiful are your wings of yellow and black,
You fly through the air with strength and ease,
Yet without a guide, only your inner GPS, to guide you along,
Monarch butterfly, we pray you are not without a home.
Monarch butterfly, we are all in awe of you,
Your gentle wings have touched our souls,
The will to keep going to your flowers for nectar,
We are here waiting for you to return to us,
We love seeing your soft spoken breeze, kiss our cheeks with your good luck.
Monarch butterfly, we are here waiting for your flight home,
We promise to plant milkweed, so that you can be fed,
We know when your come to see your special space,
That our loved ones gone before us, have come to say "I love you".
Majestic monarch butterfly, we will be here waiting for you to land,
Thank you for showing us your endless beauty.