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Author Dana Redricks
April 2, 2024
In the garden of boundless grace, under heaven's embracing gaze, where whispers of mercy gently flow, and streams of compassion forever grows, lies a tale of love, so pure and true, a love that forever renews.
Lord, I stand in awe of Your magnificent love, a love that descended from the realms above,
willing to bear the weight, the pain, the strife, to lay down Your majestic, celestial life.
For me, a soul so frail, so flawed, You chose to bear the cross, to endure the nails, the scorn, the loss, You, who command the stars and sea, Lord You cried for me, bled for me, died for me.
In this world, where true love is so rare, and hearts are often filled with despair, seeking solace, seeking repair, no one can match the depth of Your divine embrace, You the One who knows every contour, every line of my face.
Your love, a fortress, unyielding in its power, a refuge in my darkest night, in the most desolate hour,
in Your arms, I find peace, I find rest, in Your heart, I am known, and I am truly blessed.
Lord, You're the only one who truly understands, the only one Who sees the invisible, Who hears the unspoken demands, in Your gaze, I find acceptance, in Your smile, I find grace, in Your presence, a love that time, nor tide can ever erase, or cease to be.
So, I sing of this love, so vast, so wide, a love for which You, Lord, were crucified, no greater affection have I ever known, than Yours, Oh Lord, for me, You have ceaselessly shown.
I'll Write You A Poem
Kevin Davis 2025
I’ll write you a poem, it speaks quite a lot,
Some things are true, and some things are not.
The evening breeze will softly sing,
The trees reveal what secrets cling.
The stars above tell tales of flight,
Of dreams that sail through endless night.
In silver beams the moonlight streams,
Awakening our hidden dreams.
A river winds with stories old,
Of tender love and love made bold.
The mountains rise, steadfast, apart,
The keepers of both time and heart.
I once was young, alive, and free,
The sky was wide, a boundless sea.
Each day a canvas, fresh and bright,
My guiding stars lit up the night.
I laughed with joy, I danced with glee,
The world was wide in front of me.
Each step I took, a new delight,
Each dawn was born in morning light.
But time rolls on, the seasons turned,
The lessons deep, the wisdom earned.
Yet still within, a flame remains,
A youthful spark that breaks all chains.
So, though the years may come and go,
And gentle seeds of wisdom grow,
I’ll treasure love from long ago,
And keep it burning, warm and slow.
I’ll raise my glass, I won’t give in,
I’ll greet each day where dreams begin.
With love that shines and hope above,
I’ll walk this world with those I love.
So take these lines, both false and true,
And let them weave their song for you.
For rhyme and truth together stay,
And carry hearts along the way.
And still I think of days gone by,
With tender smile, I don’t ask why.
Those memories live, so sweet, so rife—
All made with you, my dearest wife.
Chorus
I carry you in every song, In every right and every wrong. The years may pass, the skies may change, but love like ours will still remain.
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Truth and dream, they intertwine, In every breath, in every line. The past still sings, the heart still knows, where love once bloomed, it always grows.
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So, I’ll sing with stars and dance with trees, Let memory float on evening breeze. With love that lasts and dreams that stay, I’ll greet the dawn in my own way.
In a land where shadows cast their might,
A group of educators, brave and bright,
Stood as champions with a common plea,
To set their nation's children free.
Amidst the rolling hills, they gathered near,
Their vision, a beacon, bold and clear,
To mould a system is fair and just,
In which every child could freely trust.
Ms. Lotus, their unwavering guide,
With passion burning, she did confide,
"Our mission's aim, so stubborn,
Is to break the chains of an unjust reputation.”
With voices like a thunderous wave,
They sought to mend what none could save,
A pebble cast in waters deep,
A transformation from a dream to keep.
The first decree, a radiant sunbeam,
"Access for all," their hopeful dream.
School doors flung wide, a welcome sight,
For every child, a guiding light.
"Targeted support," the next they wrote,
For those in need, a lifeline to tote.
A hand reaching out, a caring touch,
To lift each child, their spirits clutch.
Then "Inclusion" took its place,
A celebration of every face.
Diversity as strength, they'd teach,
A tapestry where all could reach.
With "Quality" like fertile ground,
Education blossomed all around.
A garden of knowledge, rich and grand,
Where eager minds could understand.
"Accountability," the final vow,
To raise the bar, to make them plough,
Through challenges, they'd climb so high,
No child is left behind, under the sky.
Years rolled on, a transformation bold,
Their tale of change, a story told,
Of shadows turned to hopeful light,
A dream now realised, burning bright.
Allegory weaves their tale with grace,
Of educators who dared to chase,
A vision born of unity,
To set their nation's children free
In the quiet moments of a world apart,
Where distance stretches thin the thread of time,
Two hearts beat in synchrony, a work of art,
In realms where age and miles seem to entwine.
Our love is an echo from distant lands,
Where the hours stretch wide, a horizon's line.
Yet in the spaces between our yearning hands,
A melody of hope, sweet and divine.
Your voice, a compass, guides me through the night,
Though thousands of miles paint the sky with doubt.
In the silence, your whispers shine so bright,
A beacon of truth, erasing all rout.
Years may carve lines on faces with their grace,
But age is a number, not a chain or cage.
Your wisdom is a mirror I embrace,
Reflecting a love that defies the age.
Our moments together are brief but deep,
Like stardust that falls in a fleeting dream.
In those seconds, my soul's secrets seep,
And nothing else is quite as it may seem.
In the realm of the heart, where distance is a mere breath,
Our love is a promise, unshaken by time.
It’s a tapestry of joy woven from faith,
A dance of the spirit, eternally in rhyme.
Every letter, every call, a thread in our tale,
Building a bridge from my heart to yours.
In this dance of days where time might fail,
Our connection remains, steadfast and pure.
The world may change, and seasons may flow,
But my love for you will never wane.
In the finite moments, where forever grows,
I cherish you, through joy and through pain.
So let the world turn, and let the years slip away,
For in you, I find my endless day.
In the language of love, both gentle and grand,
Together we stand, hand in hand
It creaks,
drifts have rubbed the air raw
it crunches
as if some large beast were walking
over the packed snow.
All night listening had to
it could have been a robber
an ice-cold housebreaker
I can't sleep
when the night walks like this.
They say
there are lots of frozen people
dying somewhere,
I imagine the wind carrying their last words
across the empty fields,
they are going somewhere
and I don't think it's anywhere good.
Get up
stare out into the black,
outback
the bare-boned trees
rattle leafless twigs like dentures
all buried now
in the heaped and falling.
Morning slides in stiffly
dragging light
over the dark stained ice.
Then a late sun opens wide a white sky
pretty now.....yes it’s all lovely
of a sudden.
I look for foot or paw prints
listen for the creaking's
there are none
the recently dead
also
are soundless.
A talent from the basement of pubs onto little larger events
gaining knowledge experience,above all loved friends.
I seen five of us one time no skankers to be seen
but was about to change, ya knowarramean.
Pat`s talent recognised,soon rubbing shoulders with the best
his capabilities widening and put to the test
that he overwhelmed, flourished able to stand high
many towns and cities IOJ passed did pass by.
Every soul on this Earth had only a kind word, blessed with love
and cannot evaluate your suffering,now an angel above.
Joanne Trinity alongside Alijah will keep IOJ strong
rising up high the name fly, right where it belongs.
Your send off that of you will be proud,from far and wide a gathering of peace
a creation stemmed from you, one of belief.
Back to Cons, Simon Peggy and myself worse for wear but no regrets
offering Peggy her own cigarettes.. lol ... ( i didnt realise ) all good ..... BLESS X
The pain of remembering
Sunlight filtered through the high oak leaves, where summer stretched out long and bright, we scrambled up the mossy bark and reached until we touched the light. Hand over hand, my sister led, no branch too tall, no sky too wide, with scraped-up knees and breathless laughs, and all the universe inside.
Down in the yard, the cool blue pool waited to catch our cannonballs, a splash that sent the morning free beyond the wooden garden walls. We raced across the surface tension, underwater, eyes open wide, a pod of dolphins bound together by the pull of the shifting tide.
When shadows grew across the grass, the yard became a battleground, for hide-and-seek and Tag you're it, and every secret spot we found. We ran until our lungs were fire, until the porch light flickered on, collecting moments in our hands before the golden day was gone.
Now time moves fast and miles stretch out, but locked inside the heart remains the echo of those summer shouts, the quiet after summer rains. A tangled web of laughing voices, a fortress built of grass and sun— the gentle weight of growing up together, bound as more than one.
We are not that young anymore.
To Enter Heaven
Before thee gates of Heaven wide
where souls in silent grace abide...
Stand creatures sent from realms above
to weigh thee, heart with truth an love...
lion’s eyes, both fierce also wise...
pierce through each mask, each veiled guise...
does courage dwell within this soul?
Or fear that hides, beyond control?
gentle dove with wings outspread
seeks kindness in these words once said...
was mercy shown in darkest night,..
a beacon in thy fading light?
these wolves, with senses sharp so keen
sense loyalty, seen also unseen...
did faithfulness walk close behind
Or selfishness, that left love blind?
a deer steps lightly, soft an pure
Judging innocence that can endure...
was there a heart that held no spite
a soul that sought that good, thee right...
wise old owl, with watchful gaze,..
assesses wisdom through life’s maze
did lessons learned then truths embrace...
guide footsteps toward a sacred place?
each animal, by God’s command...
holds judgment not with harsh demand...
but with his grace that Heaven brings
to see beyond all worldly things...
well, if your soul is found sincere
with love an faith both shining clear...
heaven's gates swing wide, a welcome sound—
In Heaven’s light, your soul is found worthy to enter
Acid Pain
Keeled over ripe with p a i n returns my a c i d r a i n
Toxicity within my b r a i n will I ever sleep a g a i n
Enter body s h a k e s eyes asleep wide a w a k e
More I just can’t t a k e internal life e a r t h q u a k e
Echo walled in s c r e a m s nightmares fill my d r e a m s
Desperation is my t h e m e sanity splits at the s e a m s
Agonizing tortured m i n d peace to never f i n d
Hardwires begin to u n w i n d blood shot burning b l i n d
Paranoid frantic B e i n g life is not worth what it’s s e e i n g
Events teaching d e c e i v i n g it is “The End” I’m l e a v i n g
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The Sacrifical Child
Llandudno Wales 980 BC-1846, Sierra Leone, Congo,
Niger, Peru, India, Pakistan, Russia, China & Philippines 2013
Chapped, scabbed skin, dirt encrusted, blue-pallid in the moonlight;
the stars still glow radiant light when they rise, a wolf howls midnight.
Insects stir on scratched skin in tangled hair massed
naked, as born, they rise; the bore hole calls, days task.
Cracked like a seagulls eggs, the cave opening call.
The gold-red-green copper, a metal's worth it all,
child moles, mother moles, dwarfs small, crawl;
between the narrow crevasse in the knocker's wall.
The entry three hand spans wide, a mere two foot tall;
oil burns in claywells, soot coats on dirty faces, as they crawl,
through rankness they squirm, their hands on bone awls;
naked children, and women mine in these places, these hell falls,
for raw metals to make the weapons of man.
In before dawn, baskets full, haul........
out at dusk, human moles get no sun at all....
others melt the metal, make, and maul,
The warriors claim its for our defense
yet hunger gnaws, this makes no sense….
Grease fills the air beyond despair
stench fills each heinous vein;
contorted forms, of those small, helpless, born
fill in the shunts with continual pain.
From the dawn of time, this drama still plays,
more than one hundred and fifty eight million children; slaves today.
Women and children sacrificed so men can get paid.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi