Long Strength Poems
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I am full of anger and rage.
When will I be able to turn this page?
My life is not the way I wish it would be.
But the blessings in between I have to see.
I remember the first time I saw your face.
It was as if time stood still and no one else but you and me, existed.
A peace of heaven, an angel fell from grace.
My strength during endless sorrow, it lifted, vanished, no longer persisted.
I wonder why people fall in love.
Only to be hurt and disappointed most of the time.
Asking for mercy from above.
Sadness and pain should be a crime.
I want to remain intact, frozen, in this moment, for one day.
Forgetting who I use to be before you came into my life, as I see you walk away.
I must confess, that loneliness has been my dear friend, my endless companion since my youth.
Indeed, this is my truth.
Is happiness really worth all of these tears?
The ones I've cried for countless years.
I was blinded, captivated, by what I thought was true love, but now I see.
That in the end, whom I really have left to love, is me.
When gusty winds blow, riling my troubled dawn in gelid woes
Squall of my throes dissipates in scented whiffs of budding rose.
As brazen fog shrouds mind, heightening my grief, poking fun
Defyingly I step out in glinting rays of the dawning golden sun.
Refusing to surrender when my tears dominate indignation
Joy I find on the vibrant horizon, blazing sunset’s ruby elation.
Verdant paradise appeals to pleas, adorning my shamrock hills
Appeasing cry of stygian echoes storming from mountains of ills.
If night reigns moonless and nightmares soon rage my dreams
Comfort I find within soothing zeal of spring’s giggling streams.
While strife of life endures in raging summers of unending heat
Readily I seek blue oceans, surfing rhythmic tides’ buoyant beat.
As laments of the world drown humanity in hapless deep dive
Strength of nobility rises, helping weakened hands to survive.
When the rancor of disillusionment exudes ambivalent sigh
Autumn’s scarlet imprints eagerly vie, healing souls in russet dye.
As hindrance of the ordinary distresses progress of mankind
Delighted I am to see rationality unite, to defeat the unrefined.
When sullen is my heart aching in the anguish of ashen skies
Solace I derive from serene vibes gleaming your tranquil eyes.
At times in my life, I encounter the black-holes of opaque space
Yet, the light of day gets through in sanctuary of your embrace.
August 19, 2020
Placed 1st: Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
She was just the wind
An everyday occurrence
Somebody too busy in the dream world
Unknown to life's currents
She liked to dance all by herself
She heard nature like we never did
She smiled at unsung melodies
In a world of chaos she refused to stay fixed
A little boat just sailing away
She didn't know her destination
But preferred not to stay
There was something she wanted to let out
A little note in her writing
Maybe she wanted to be heard
In a world not used to listening
She felt her entire existence on a page
Words were her safe space
And phrases intimate to her heart
There she didn't have to hide her scars
Why did she just burden herself
The world let her down
She was left alone to make amends
She would disappear for days
Then turn up just fine
Everyone failed to notice her absence
Just like they undermined her shine
Maybe we took her for granted
We assumed she would always be there
Our shoulder to cry on
When she didn't have anybody to hold on
She got nothing you know
From caring too much or loving too much
She still chose it each day
She always kept on a smile
Nobody knew of the pain underneath
She kept it at bay
She didn't want the stars
Didn't care for unopened doors
Whatever might be the situation
She would just say I can handle more
Have we known her at all
She's more than a messy bun
More than a pretentious know it all
She doesn't want to climb too high
Just to fall
Her eyes say the same old thing
They have cried for hours
And stayed awake for nights
No strength is left to fight
What did she want to say
What was she searching for throughout
A gust of wind not limited by the sky
A present not for this world to find out
She wonders who she's really
An actual person
Or just a collapsed story
The Glass Armor
The rhythm of life of God’s intended spark
Is a soft, pulsing light in the center of the dark.
I’ve spent a lifetime building walls of heavy, rusted steel,
To hide the tender parts of me—the parts that truly feel.
But I have learned that armor can become a heavy cage,
A prison built of silence and a fortress built of rage.
To be hopeful is a gamble, a throwing of the dice,
It’s walking on the water when you’re used to solid ice.
I am laying down the defenses, unlacing every plate,
And standing in the open at the mercy of my fate.
It is the watcher's burden, and the Sovereign’s quiet grace,
To show the world the truth that lives behind a weathered face.
Vulnerability is the power that the fearful never know,
It’s the secret, silent water where the deepest lilies grow.
It’s the shaking of the spirit as the new world starts to bloom,
And finding there is beauty in the center of the room.
I am reaching out a hand, though the hand might not be met,
And placing all my chips upon a sun that hasn't set.
For hope is not a feeling, it’s a choice to stand and stay,
To believe the dawn is coming at the closing of the day.
It’s the cracks within the metal where the light begins to pour,
Finding strength in softness that I never knew before.
I am raw and I am ready, I am open, I am me—
A guardian of the heartbeat, finally daring to be free.
Author Dana Redricks
November 26, 2024
The Lord is my refuge, my strength, and everyday He always leads the way, through every storm, and valley I praise His Holy name. I have no reason to tremble or fear, for His presence surrounds me, and He is always near.
Time after time, He’s proven He cares, in moments of darkness, I find Him there. His promises steady, His love ever true, a foundation unshaken, faithful and true.
Through every valley when shadows show surround, where trials abound,His grace and His mercy endlessly can be found.
Daily I lean on His divine strength, in His embrace, true peace I find.
So I lift my voice, my heart to proclaim the glory and power of His Holy name. The Lord is my refuge, my rock, my guide, forever in Him, I will safely abide.
The scars are slowly fading away
A pity the fear seems to be here to stay
We use to share a love so deep
Heaven knows how we let it just seep
Through our fingers -
Your love turned to a slap,
A swear word to bring your point across
I didn’t know fear until a few years ago
When you accidently pushed me away
Your sorry still echo until today
You’ve said it so many times
Every other day -
I needed to get away,
Not just for myself but for our unborn child
Now here I sit, with nothing
But a friend’s unquestionable love,
That gives me the strength to go on
The ability to start anew
Showing me there is a life beyond
Swear words and abuse
I may not have those creature comforts
You use to provide
But I can fall asleep peacefully at night
Knowing our baby is safe
And his mom will not wake up with a
Swollen lip or blue eye in the morning
©120120121515
*not a true story - was written for a writing project the theme was Domestic Violence*
And I’ll lie on concrete floors
Gathering strength
To climb onto silk sheets
Thinking about dropped beats
Fight off the sleep deprivation
To circle the block, check the house and the yard
And I think of your handwriting and the lines on your face and trace your back like a map to the place
Where it’s warm and it’s dry and it’s safe
Tucked away
Every day
And maybe there’s more than we’re given
But when I just sit criss cross and listen
I’m Mary, daughter, John on a mission
Knowing what I’m meant to
Feeling like He felt too
I ran into you last week
It felt like wearing wet socks
I would’ve asked to come home
Just to dry off
I want your carpet between my toes
And the door on lock
I’d thaw by your fireplace
You would make tea
We don’t have to talk
We could just blink
I’d leave before sundown, it wouldn’t get bleak
We don’t have to talk
We don’t have to speak
A mother carefully cuddles with her newborn baby,
Wondering what it was that she must have done so wrong.
She can feel it breathing, but ever so faintly.
The little baby's strength has been fading all day long.
The mother gives her nourishment and comfort through the night,
Hoping and praying that its tiny heartbeat will last.
She knows that on such a cold, winter night, she must fight,
Remembering what HER mother taught her from the past.
Early in the morning, a man arrives through the snow.
He leans over and picks up the very weary pair.
The baby regains her strength and begins to grow,
But the mother wolf dies in his tender, loving care.
Looking up at the mighty skyscraper
I feel queasy at this colossus Goliath
Human made wonder of steel and glass
Commanding presence that dares to pierce
the underbelly of the heavens
On her top floors the mass of people below
must appear as tiny ants scuttling along
Interacting in social norms to come and to go
under her skirt's shade
Modern power of strength and height
soaring tall with a sway of confidence
Marvel at the skyline of a man made
mountain range with peaks of spirals
mocking each other to proclaim whose reach is highest
Tower of Babel meet your shortcomings
Each skyscraper a city within itself
I turn my head down to the ground
shuffling my feet forward and blending into the mass
of tiny human ants at the soles of these mighty giants.
They're airing falsehoods,
Claimed more than they should -
they're up to no good
And should be called out.
Don't be dramatic,
Don't be pedantic,
It's in semantics
That evens the score.
Now then take issue,
Although they'll diss you,
For what you'll pursue
When stating your case.
Deal only with facts,
Nothing to retract,
It's your time to act
With Truth on your side.
Hit the ground running,
No need for cunning,
Don't spread the bunting
And don't sermonize.
Just make your case strong -
Most will come along;
They'll want to belong
And not be left out.
Put rogues in their place -
Stand up face-to-face
And you will erase
The lies they've embraced.