All because of that single decision
To grasp that grate and breathe in the ethereal skies above
Rather than
To let go of that grate and suffocate in the foul sewage below
Because of what he chose
This is what he is
Independent
Not
Incarcerated
Whole
Not
Wounded
Confident
Not
Confused
Slipping off of the rusted edge, on which side will he land?
Brilliant
Not
Bleak
Courageous
Not
Cowardly
Relieved
Not
Remorseful
This is what he is
Because of what he chose
To grasp that grate and breathe in the ethereal skies above
Rather than
To let go of that grate and suffocate in the foul sewage below
All because of that single decision
Now, what if he wasn’t resolved in his decision?
Simply read the poem in reverse.
Sail the seas, Captain James
Wither the storms
Overcome your fears
Captain Jesus is always near
Protect and guide
No wave mightier
Be strong
Your boat will never sink
Eyes of Heaven above
The deep seas below on watch
I am there
I am your personal Lighthouse
Seeing beyond the horizons of boundaries
I am your high mountains you will climb
The skies above are wise
I am full of energize in endurance
Faith in me is assurance
Anchor your heart in courage
No storms will ever prevail
I am your set sail
The seas and storms I control in command
Sail with no worry
Look up and don’t be sorry
Captain Jesus at the wheel
Just don’t let Satan steal
Your honor is my establishment
Sail on
The sun beat down for two hard seasons long,
Their land was parched, where grass grew strong
Near death went by, and whispered a sigh,
Beneath a vast and empty sky
Watching the dust, with a heavy heart,
And wondered why, as life fell apart
Confused, we questioned, every day,
Why did Mother turn and look away
Then sudden tears from skies above,
A gentle deluge, filled with nourishing love
The heavens wept, a soaking grace,
Washing the world, at their own pace
The thirsty ground drank deep and slow,
Remade; this sleeping garden grows
And lilacs shy, with branches bare,
Woke to the moisture, in the air
They pushed new buds, a sweet delight,
Though autumn winds began with might
A second bloom, a purple gleam,
Gifts of a rare white; unexpected dream
Shenandoah cries
Voice of a Leader
Echoes of a Nation
Tomorrow only the beginning
The change needing a change
Soulful hope
Skies above in realize
Direction from Heaven
White House woes
Freedom, Wisdom and Rise
Bitterness through emotion
Far from the Liberty shores
Darkness plight
Wonder of the day, and the offspring of thought
Turnaround to oppose
No Slave shall be
Rebel no more
Freedom ways
Impact says
Pathway to a better life
No more demands
Freedom by order and command
Honor and Leverage
Proclamation and Freedom is now a privilege.
after “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” (also sometimes called “Daffodils”) by William Wordsworth
I wandered weightless as a feather,
a muted plume from mourning dove.
A tuft afloat in breezy weather
connected now to skies above;
as long as winds will carry me
from over fields and out to sea.
My glad esprit more free than birds,
detached from mortal needs I fly,
where spirits long to share their words
among the songs in clouds, I sigh...
for Earth was never this composed,
this high I travel unopposed.
Oh, cumulus! A meadow white,
I feel at home atop its waves
illuminant, in purest light.
Mid savored heights my mem’ry saves
inertia of the clover green
and shiver of the water’s sheen.
Such riches now I do enjoy
in solitude away from fray.
I'm free from living once so coy;
in spirits’ realm I long to stay,
for then, myself I will fulfill
with gild as gold as daffodil.
In gilded halls where oil flows deep,
The people toil, the royals reap.
Voices muffled, dreams erased,
Truth walks veiled, and fear is laced.
A pen once bold, a voice so clear—
Khashoggi spoke, then disappeared.
"Even princes taste the whip,"
He warned before they sank his ship.
The riches lie in chosen hands,
While common blood dries in the sands.
A crown of gold, but hearts of stone—
No justice lives beneath this throne.
But silence cracks beneath the strain,
And storm-clouds gather in the plain.
For tyranny, no shield can keep
When waking lions cease to sleep.
One spark, one cry, one final shove—
And kings may fall from skies above.
What’s built on fear cannot survive
When truth and fire come alive.
Your smile—my sweetheart, a rising sun,
That warms my soul when day’s begun.
No words can hold, no art portray,
How you take my breath away.
A gentle curve, so soft, so bright,
It turns my darkness into light.
In crowds, it’s all that I can see—
A silent spark that sets me free.
No storm could steal the calm you bring,
No winter chill, no fall of spring.
For in that grin, the world stands still,
My racing heart bends to your will.
I’d trade the stars, the skies above,
For just one glance, one smile of love.
It’s not just beauty—more than grace—
It’s heaven shining through your face.
So keep on smiling, come what may,
You’ll always take my breath away.
In moonlit skies, the night awakes,
The call of Eid, the morning breaks.
Eid al-Adha is drawing near,
A time of love, of faith, sincere.
Ibrahim stood the hardest test,
His son he offered, at God’s behest.
But mercy came from skies above,
A tale of faith, a bond of love.
Markets full with goats and cows,
Children cheer with playful vows.
Eyes gleam bright, hearts open wide,
In every soul, joy and pride.
Prayer begins at dawn’s first light,
Hearts unite in pure delight.
Then sacrifice, in God’s own name,
A sacred act, never in vain.
The poor receive their rightful share,
A plate of joy, a sign we care.
On this day, we stand as one,
No rich or poor beneath the sun.
Let Eid return with every year,
Its lessons deep, its meaning clear.
May sacrifice not end today,
But live in all we do and say.
Thunder, like anger, crashing in the skies above
The lightening seemingly frightening
But is in fact- lighting the way.
I miss you so much, my love
It must be cold out there
I mean in the skies above
You must be provided with care
Uniclo tops of navy blue
Sweaters and coats, and warm socks
Must be delivered to you
From the heavenly stocks
You wouldn’t believe how painful
It feels to continue alone
Without a face of your faithful
Without a garden grown
Without you I worth nothing
You must be well received
In your new place that they think
Surpasses the one where you lived.
The sound of music heals my soul
This for sure I do justly know
Have pure Grace from the skies above
Render me mercy with some love
He is a bass player so true
And heals me throughout with his blues
Will his fine show include white doves
Render me mercy with some love
My love adores his nice tunes
She brings him gifts and fun balloons
Is his music filled with tight hugs
Render me mercy with some love
What’s good enough for me is a quiet night
A soft embrace makes my world feel right
A cup of warmth and toke of the soul
A gentle breeze helping me feel whole
What’s good enough for me is honest love
A peaceful heart calming my skies above
Sounds of laughter echoing with cheer
Trusted love of my life always near
What’s good enough for me is letting go
Of all the weight keeping me moving slow
A path to walk with lightness in my feet
Moments with old friends when we meet
What’s good enough for me is inner peace
A life where worries and noise can cease
Live to grow not simply chasing after more
Finding the beauty in what life has in store
What’s good enough for me is simply this…
A home, warm meals, love and nights of bliss
An owl descends
from cloudy grey skies,
Dropping alongside
a single tear.
It dares not speak to the owner -
only keeping company.
Quiet, solitary company.
It knows what tears are –
for when alone,
the tears of its mother skies above
are all it can call its own.
I do not seek the sandy earth
for which to hide my heart.
The ebb and flow of ocean’s tide,
with time, would steal a part.
The water would rush over it
and as a thief would do,
creep silently, with fingers clenched
back into shadows blue.
While pulling at my heart's small door
to thrust and open wide,
dispensing all the treasures there
I worked to keep inside.
The ocean’s much too wild a place
to let a heart roam free.
So, tell me if you want it, Love
Else it should stay with me.
I mustn't trust the mountains high
for keeping safe my love
in a majestic stone embrace
up in the skies above.
A heart is not a treasure kept
within cold mighty walls;
nor on some perch up in the clouds
where hearts are prone to falls.
Such heights can be so treacherous
up where the eagles soar.
Their wings could carry love away
not to return once more.
So, it is best this heart be kept
between us, where we lay.
No other place is safe enough;
the mountains or the bay.
Will you yet give me yours then, too?
I promise I shall be
the safest home, much safer than
the canyons or the sea.
Truth be told I’m afraid of your love
For you are deep as blue ocean
As vast as night skies above
Your eyes like magical potions
Chocolate pools waiting for my drool
And I can drown in them as a fool
I guess I feel like a kite in a fight with wind
Being approached by your passion
Which is like a teal tornado
How can what looks so scary be calming
I desire all of you even your storm
Your kisses and richness of magnetic charm
Your anger and even your inconsistency
Seem to charm my pink panties off me
I’m gonna go out on a limb
And say you got me roses for trim
Maybe it was more maybe less
Confess you feel something too I guess
What if this is just a fling
And I never learn anything
And what if I’m everything you need
And you’re everything for me
Related Poems