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You Are Never Alone
Kevin Davis 2024
If you wake each morning with fear in your eyes,
Seeing only the end, not the start of your life,
Remember—even in shadows, a spark can ignite.
Pause, take a breath, and prepare for the fight.
Think of the ones who hold you dear,
Those who would weep if you weren’t here.
And if no name rises clear in your mind,
Don’t despair—such friends you will find.
For often, behind your quietest thought,
Is someone who cared, someone who sought
To offer a smile, a word, a hand,
A whisper of courage to help you stand.
Even in darkness, the stars still gleam,
Reminders of hope, of love, of dream.
You’re not walking this path on your own—
Others are waiting, a call on the phone.
So reach for the lifeline, steady and true,
Find someone trusted to carry you through.
Life is a jewel, rare and unknown—
And no matter how heavy the night.
You are never alone.
SHE ASKED
HE ANSWERED
THEY SANG
PEOPLE DANCED
THEY WERE HAPPY
DANCING TOGETHER
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE
SHE'D STOP TO GLANCE
WHEN THEY CHANGED THE RHYTHMN
UPGRADED TO A RHYTHIMNIC THUMP
SHE GRABBED HIS HAND
AND CAME-OUT IN FRONT
WE DIDN'T NOTICE
UNTIL HE JESTURED
HIS PANT-LEG HAD TORN
RUINING THEIR BESTURE
POINT:ZERO:TWO:FIVE..... ..................................................................
BASS.................POINT:ZERO:TWO:FIVE.....tremble
INSPIRE TRUST ITHROUGH LEADERSHIP, PROGRESSION AND INDEPENDENACE, MARGIN'S ADD VALUE
WHERE THE GAIN IS IN TRUSTED THROUGH THE LEVEL OF WORKMENSHIP.
WHITECOLLAR.....BLUECOLLAR....GREENCOLLARED MEN
SING AND DANCE WHILE THEIR LADIES REHERST THE WORDS
WHEN THEY GAVE ORDER TO WHAT WOULD HAPPEN, THEY FELL IN LINE AND DID WHAT THE CONDUCTER TOLD THEM TO DO.SWEET SOUNDS AND MELLOW MUSIC. WHAT A NIGHT FOR LOVERS, WHAT A NIGHT TO BE TOGETHER. SWEET SOUNDS, SWEET: SWEET SOUNDS !
In the absence of complication,
Trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
Inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
Hope of a brand-new day conquers
Disillusionments of the past
Hosting exuberance on resplendent arc,
Condemning the nights of angst
In triumphant adjudication
By the authority of a bright new dawn;
Leaving behind feelings of torments,
Emotions dispossessed, forsaken, and forlorn.
In the dread of winter, when he left her,
Beguiled by the aspirations of spring
He was her only poet laureate
Crafting her life’s laudable poetry.
She trusted him fully to write her songs.
But the man who charmed her piano keys,
As he was leaving, destroyed all the lyrics.
She is no fool in the world of romance--
Cognizant that a pretty rose has ugly thorns
And gentle winds yield to violent storms,
And marigold designs sprinkled on magenta
Mesmerizing eyes, in sight of sunrise,
Never come inspired to stay very long.
Yet, she’s moving on, enamored in new song,
Euphoric to answer call of her heart
For a new artist’s brush exalts her canvas--
Who sings her praises in verses of love
And paints her dreams in romantic themes.
Neither a blemish in her twilight skies
Nor a hint of clouds in her cosmic view
As the starlit evening wallows in full moon,
And a night of revelry scripted for two
Aspires to new horizons of sapphire hues.
November 20, 2019
Placed 1st: Complete the poem—in the absence of complication poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 3rd: Strand select P contest by Brian Strand
Good News--- Hear ye:
God is good; He loves sinners, including you and me
Trust in Him --- Jesus Christ, the Way, the Truth, the Life.
Message of tidings for eternal life-ownership:
The Saviour offers His love
Whosoever believes in Him will not perish, but will forever live.
Gospel of salvation*--- made clear by the Scriptures:
Died, buried and rose again is the Prince of peace
For the redemption of hell-bound transgressors.
With the Lord’s good tidings,
Here am I --- faith-propelled, thankful, worshipful…
“Enable me, dear God, to be Your compassion-driven bearer.”
*Ephesians 1:13 In whom ye also trusted, after that ye heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation: in whom also after that ye believed, ye were sealed with that holy Spirit of promise.
July 20, 2019
The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
summer is just a memory now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
our summer days came to an end.
We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
How I will miss you no one knows.
On eagle wings you split the skies;
your spirit soared. You had to fly.
My earthbound soul will bear its grief
severed from you on mortal reef;
but returning from yonder shore,
your love in waves will wash me o'er.
You've gone before, my trusted love;
I wait behind, your mourning dove;
yet, from across the great divide
your voice to me in dreams confides.
No, I think not that dreams they are;
but communion of the near with far.
On such sweet songs I stake my claim
to know and love you once again.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
SOLDIER OF BATTLES.. Steve Hudson
It started, in silence, in infancy; the eyes look beyond the darkness
To understand the sounds of rage, echoes of misunderstanding,
The beginnings of normalcy wrought with disturbance,
Bereavement for the loss of innocence and the first lesson learned.
The lines in ground becoming clearer.
The only thing that ever came easy for me is warring,
Not because I chose the ground, but because it chose me.
Here is your sword; here is your battle,
The field is endless and there is no turning back,
So find your heart and find your place among the ranks
You sojourn with.
You tell one another it will be okay, and that we will pull through,
But no one really knows.
Its only after our first encounter and mortal blow that we find some
Courage to face another foe.
The welcomed peace endured for a season, then skies darken
On eminent splayed horizons and shadowy realms of spirit
You try to make sense of the next wave of terror,
Taunted and vexed at every turn.
Your enemies take form in shapes of, what is true?
Wrestling, pondering among bloody concepts and the why.
Wounds received through fearful encounters take shape of scars,
Scars take shape of trusted moments carried through
Onslaughts of deception.
Fallen men on smoldering ground, tormented by hounds of confusion.
This is how it started, but not how it ended for you see,
There was One we found in heated skirmish
Battle hardened and sure footed, the spear and shield wielded
With skillful hands, He inspired confidence in us all.
On days we found respite, He sat with us and taught strategies in warfare,
The secrets to winning the hearts and minds of defeated bretheren.
The certainty and comfort in His eyes, told stories of ancient victories held.
A kingly stature though plain to view, never considered Himself better
Then the lowliest man I knew.
We asked about some of the scars He brandished,
“They are scars received from the greatest of man’s struggles,” He said,
He got them while defending the poorest of souls.
It was then we understood, it was of us He spoke.
So now we gladly fight for this One who became the captain of our heart,
We’ve learned from the truths that have pierced our very souls,
our greatest cause and reason to be.
A soldier of battles was He…
I dreamed last night of a deceased friend whom I met him some thirty years ago. In the dream,
the part I remember most was that he was speaking to me most passionately about NEW EXPERIENCES.
He was a dear friend, much respected and cherished. In the dream, it appears he assured me that FRESH
EXPERIENCES awaited me, and I needed not to fear them. He was encouraging me to forge forward, to take the plunge.
Setting sail is often the tear maker, the heart breaker. We struggle to let go of the familiar, the peaceful shore.
Beyond the shore are high waves and killer storms. The shore too is challenging but friendlier and safer.
Is life to be a sweet freeway to greet painlessness? Or is it more suited that we face NEW EXPERIENCES?
Not all dreams are to be trusted for direction or guidance, but often, we subconsciously may have certain reluctancies.
Sometimes, a message will bring assurance or courage to us through a dream.
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I never doubted my gliding flight like a baby bird,
I have always trusted the free winds of democracy.
It offers justice for those whose freedoms are deferred.
It grants inclusiveness to those so threatened by autocracy.
I am just a poet, still believing synergy has wings,
I am just a poet trusting economic popular will,
a working-class autarky of mutual planning.
An open, creative society of affinity and skill.
This is democracy not beyond our reach,
This is wealth and power shared equally by all,
The triumphant fruition of a class-conscious breach,
To alter social relations and scale capital’s steep wall.
Yet, democracy’s constraints cannot now be ignored.
They accumulate like blisters in a third-degree burn.
Fascism is increasingly fashionable, normal, and adored.
White rage and vengeance poison politics at every turn.
We watch the canary in the coal mine die.
No new democracy is possible in this noxious air.
Under the Insurrection Act, lost freedoms multiply.
Under martial law, only the elite will be spared.
But I am just a poet, believing in what binds us,
I am just a poet convinced of a universal empathy,
A place where we welcome diversity as a plus,
A home where universal compassion is our destiny.
Published in Dissident Voice: 12/17/23
A mouse in our house did confound,
Who crept about without a sound,
He ate all our cheese,
And custard with ease,
Leaving nothing for us to be found.
His roaming through alleys in town,
He’d become very well known around,
His tail quite bent,
His poor ears where rent,
The cat had chased out the hound.
He came to our door very thin,
He was happy to sit there within,
He was no clown,
Around the town,
He sat quietly planning where to begin.
When we had gone off to sleep,
He was ready to earn his keep,
There would be no fair match,
If the mouse he did catch,
While the house lay in silence so deep.
There once was a cat known as Busted,
Whose hunting was sharp and well trusted,
With a flick of his tail,
He was on the trail,
He ensured that mouse had been busted.
Imagine if you will a man
who has given himself to the world
he's endless in his beginnings
and left time for all uncurled
He's known to many as a savior
he gave his life without pause
his only sin is forgiveness
his only mission was his cause
So many feared and judged him
while he wound his way in life
he touched people with his faith
but in his heart there rested a knife
They tortured and tried to make fun
his death they tried to bestow
a memory of unkindness
but nothing like this do we know
If only we would appreciate
the sincerity behind this stand
what he endured for us to be
was tragic and not worthy of his hand
he'll live forever in our hearts
we'll always know his love
he trusted us to carry out
his mission from up above
we need to be loyal and worthy
so he can be heard even now
we can do our best to honor him
and try to find justice somehow