its my mind
dreams of all kind
help thos who are down
pick homless off the ground
to a good deed
helping world needs
these words not mean
thyer my new years
DREAM
There’s a place called The Lane,
that time forgot.
In the center of towering green trees
sits a survivor of time,
one lone ruin,
a stone silo.
Specter of the farm that once
graced the hills and valleys,
each crack and crevice
has a story to tell.
Thos who live on The Lane,
show their respect
for it is a place
of peace and contentment;
inside, one can feel
the rising and setting sun
upon rich land that once
birthed stalks of corn,
filled cattle with abundant
nourishment and fed
the family who farmed there.
History has a sacred place here,
for in the world of frantic cities
and noisy suburbs,
the lane remains
an audibly silent sanctuary
where spirits of the past
revel in the shade
and souls of today,
can listen to their stories,
with ears of the heart.
When I go within,
I sit in contemplation,
of those who built
the lives we have today
and of their struggles,
for the lane reveals
secrets to those who
are willing to listen.
6-14-2021
ALL YOURS (Jun 15) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Life itself creation
You were a little creation in lifes making Which sadly has left my heart on the breaking. A grandchild created not to live on this earth At least in heaven youve given this ctuel world wide berth. And i can only imagine what your life could have been In imagination of what onlu my thoughts now are seen. Born into thos world but without lige or breath Already an angel in heaven, already gone to your death. I wont ever forget you even though life didnt become A part of the future with me or your family in years to succumb. Kust the size of my palm when you into the world appeared A picture to of perfection & beauty kept from a world to be feared. Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2016
Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2017
llok around up and down
town town
world wide
every side
there 's no black or white
skin is just light
so many differ corlor
we're all sister brothers
in the lords eyes
he made us all thos we should
know so as to go
rememeber
THE
WORLD IS A RAIN BOW
t
be nices and think twice
being bad there's prices
thos clouds like dust
thur it all
he is one you call
HE IS
WATCHING US
MINE ENEMIES UNDER MY FEET
My enemies under my feet
I have wounded them that they were not able to rise nor speak
They are fallen under, under my feet
Selah……….. Praise God
For you have girded me with strength unto battle
You has subdued under me those things that have risen and matter
Under me those mine enemies are
Under me, Under my feet
My enemies under my feet
I have wounded them that they were not able to rise nor speak
They are fallen under, under my feet
Thos has also given me the necks of mine enemies
So that I might destroy them that hate me
They whom cried out but there was none to save them that hate me
Why, now cause there’re under my feet
Each and every soldier
Each and every enemy of God
All that is woven into the cloth of the Lord
They cried out but there was none to save them that hate me
Why? Or why because my Lord God has placed them under me
Yes…under me..
MINE ENEMIES UNDER MY FEET
My enemies under my feet
I have wounded them that they were not able to rise nor speak
They are fallen under, under my feet
Selah……….. Praise God
09/29/10
Inspired from Ps 18:38,39,40
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2010
Badges of pain adorn my arm,
No one can really keep me safe from harm.
I would rather be stabbed or shot,
Then deal with this pain I have got.
Wasted hours of listless thinking,
Feels like maybe I should be drinking.
I doubt even alcohol will numb this pain,
I'd rather die if it's all the same.
So numb on the outside, so empty within,
This is one battle I refuse to let depression win.
I will survive, I alwayshave and always do,
Question is will it be with or without you?
Trying to let go, but really holding on for dear life,
realizing more each day thos pain causes nothing, but strife.
If I have to move on, I will do what I must,
I want you to know in our Love I will always trust.
You were a little creation in lifes making
Which sadly has left my heart on the breaking.
A grandchild created not to live on this earth
At least in heaven youve given this ctuel world wide berth.
And i can only imagine what your life could have been
In imagination of what onlu my thoughts now are seen.
Born into thos world but without lige or breath
Already an angel in heaven, already gone to your death.
I wont ever forget you even though life didnt become
A part of the future with me or your family in years to succumb.
Kust the size of my palm when you into the world appeared
A picture to of perfection & beauty kept from a world to be feared.
Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2016
You were a little creation in lifes making
Which sadly has left my heart on the breaking.
A grandchild created not to live on this earth
At least in heaven youve given this ctuel world wide berth.
And i can only imagine what your life could have been
In imagination of what onlu my thoughts now are seen.
Born into thos world but without lige or breath
Already an angel in heaven, already gone to your death.
I wont ever forget you even though life didnt become
A part of the future with me or your family in years to succumb.
Kust the size of my palm when you into the world appeared
A picture to of perfection & beauty kept from a world to be feared.
Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2016
You were a little creation in lifes making
Which sadly has left my heart on the breaking.
A grandchild created not to live on this earth
At least in heaven youve given this ctuel world wide berth.
And i can only imagine what your life could have been
In imagination of what onlu my thoughts now are seen.
Born into thos world but without lige or breath
Already an angel in heaven, already gone to your death.
I wont ever forget you even though life didnt become
A part of the future with me or your family in years to succumb.
Kust the size of my palm when you into the world appeared
A picture to of perfection & beauty kept from a world to be feared.
Four wheels and a piece of wood
Whoever thought this would feel so good
Riding around grinding and jumping
Who would've thought this was actually something
From skate parks to scrape marks
Everyday was an adventure
Riding down to the dairy queen wind in my hair
Watching the world fly by watching as people stare
They didn't know my name or where I was going
I was the skater kid that's all they were knowing
Adrenalin pumping around ever turn
Watching my idols dying to learn
After a while things sure did change
Stair sets hand rails and curbs all looked so strange
Not as foundation or landscape to adore
To me they were everything I wanted and more
Breaking bones and snapping decks
After learning of sponsors I just wanted checks
Years went on and I rode by
Known as that skater kid but now skater guy
Working now with college and bills
Every now and then reliving thos thrills
From kickflips to healflips varials to treys
Nothing competes with my skater days
PORTRAIT GALLERY
The bold open stare of innocence,
direct without.. a care.
Such beauty in the honesty of a
humble look..so rare.
Contradictions captured in the lustre
of a glaze,imperfections forever open..
to our gaze.
Testaments of youth and ..age and
'twixt and between... now once again
seen.
What was once living now etched
in imagination awaiting recall..
in pictures upon a wall.
You may hear me recite thos poem and much of my PS poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
time to get ready
mind steady
for this year of time
help other shine
don't just blink
say thinks
thos e whos willing
SOON THINGIVING
I feel so much pain its starting to feel good , my soul will never tame , change i dont think i should, im not insane , its just conform i never Could, become another link in thd chain, no i never would, so why must others hate, for myself ive always stood, my spirit will never break no matter how much pressurez put, attleSt im not fake , stepping on anothers foot, i just wanna exprezs myself, not manipulate others beliefs, because thos bodies just a shell, something you cannot thieve, im hoping This is hell if not i dont know what to believe
ther's stiil a clover
its not over
look ahead
get out of bed
strive for better ride
thos card or still stack
DON'T LOOK BACK
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