Golden pieces of beauty jump from your pen and onto your notepad.
Some time modest are your words and sometimes scantily clad.
I love to jump head first into your art and have a little something
new sink down in my heart.
Your poems I read today (and as cliche as this may sound)
they took my breath away.
You breathe life into the art of the majestic word.
They reach the one who has read and the one who has heard.
May your words spread far and first near,
touching every heart and branding every ear.
May your work one day be displayed in extravagant frames
and be known as the man that we know now, the magician of words.
Last name Fraser. First name James.
Above it all
When I open my eyes
And look for yours
Every morning is a broken wish
Because it’s when I remember that you’re not here
And I need you.
Deep within my mind
I’ve tried every door
But I’m outside in the cold.
Crying, “please”.
I have to find a place above it all
Above this loss.
A place where I see you smiling at me
Just like you used to do
When you knew that we knew
No better love will there ever be.
When words could not describe what your loves does is free
Above it all
Where love is law
So when I open up my life
I smell your influence
In the Bluest sky.
I can’t see why I’m out here on my own.
Without you
I’m barely home.
How does it feel to hurt the one you love?
Another sleepless night
A restless fight with me on my knees
I have to find a place above all
This love I’ve loss.
A taste of tender laughter
Just like we use to do
Writing another chapter
No other place for lovers like these two.
All my words fail to tell when my heart plays the keys
High above the fallen leaves
Above it all
Where Love is Spring
-WAR
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Transported to the land of Fay I stand.
Standing in the midst of beautiful clover,
Every fairy smiling at me so kind,
They flittered and floated all around.
Saying words of welcome and praise.
Then just one fluttered in front of me.
Speaking in a language of beautiful sound,
She was so gorgeous, upon my gaze.
She said what wish might I grant for thee.
I thought for a few moments for my wish.
Several came to mind, just one stuck out.
The human world is corrupt and evilly kept.
I spoke my words and the Fairy went swish.
My thoughts and wish was to stay, I shout.
Here in this world of beauty, she just wept.
Granted my new fellow fairy, here you’ll play.
Poof now transformed into a Fairy with wings.
Floating and flying my heart had so much to say.
However, now I may grant wishes for many things.
So many heroes, I have know
So many heroes’ names untold
The greatest still is kind
Loving and even smarter then he knows
He holds the love of so many
But no one loves him more then I
His oldest Daughter, Sarah Jho
So many lives have change for the words he wrote
Some find it hard to believe such beautiful words come from
A man who stutters so very bad
But make no mistake the most amazing poet of our day
Stutters as he tries to read the words he wrote
The greatest hero I have know has overcome so many pains
He battled drugs most of my life
Now years clean and he is back in my life
Hepatitis was the next test
But with no surprise as I knew he would
He won that test
But saddened still nerves
Would die and he can labor no more and he feels a useless foal
But my hero do not worry for what God has in store
For a poet’s hands are meant to write
Hold a pen, and dance on paper
To create a piece of art
God has chosen a new path for my hero’s life
I’m tired of self inflicted misery,
That would be the real travesty
In my life I made so many mistakes
Only God can judge me and know my fate
Only pain, loneliness, and sorrow make a home here,
But I do have a heart that cares
And it is constantly warring and tearing me apart.
Do you feel like everything bad in your life is your fault
I’m unable to complete an apologetic sentence
But it is all in the name of repentance
All these words don’t take away the pain
It feels like a down pour of cold rain
I never point the finger because I’m the one to blame
But I have learned to never live with shame
Even if it is four letter words
It stings inside so badly when they are heard
There is no place for them to go put stay and hide
They tend to crush the spirit agonize pride
To me words hurt more than a hit
The real truth is I do not want any part of it
It does not matter if it is in person or on the telephone
Stick and stones may break my bones
I know misery loves company
But words will forever hurt me
Protected by your caressing arms,
"Move on, or let go."
These are the words I hear,
as they ever so softly slip off your sweet tongue.
These words are becoming,
the only ones i know.
A shiver runs down my spine,
as you speak these words so kind.
Advice with intellect,
no judgment here,
Not today.
You take my hand,
"We can run away," you say.
Away from ignorance,
away from pain.
"Take my hand, we can leave today. Just trust me, there will be much better days."
These are the precious words you say.
To you, my friend, it is that I write,
and you know who you are.
I value the encouraging words that you share
more than you know by far.
You've taken of late the time to read
line upon line, page after page.
I feel as if I'm getting to know you
as you'd know me I'd wage.
It seems we have much in common
through the expressive gift of the pen.
And the placing of our words to verse-
why should that ever end ?
So through the picturesque things you write
I hope to see you more.
With each line that you put to pen
who knows what lies in store ?
Douglas L. Ace
WEEP NOT FOR ME
If some day soon the words stop coming
Like they are coming now,
Do not fear and weep for me
And wonder where I am somehow.
For I will be in a better land
Free from all my pain,
And I will never suffer heartaches
And will have a brand new name.
I may be going home soon, I'm not sure.
Jesus will set the time.
Then I'll leave this world behind me
And to my mansion I will climb.
I hope I will leave a memory of me
Or be a blessing in some way
That when you stop and think of me
You will smile throughout the day.
That's what I really want in this life
Not riches, glory or fame;
But to win a soul for Jesus' Kingdom
And believe upon His name.
So, if the words stop coming to you
Please do not weep for me.
Just notice all the butterflies
And know I am set free.
©Written by Ann Hart
Copyrighted November 2002
To God be all the glory
Forever and ever
My dear poet-
I am forever grateful to you
For allowing my body
To be your page
Letting your words
Ascend on my temple
And descend
On my feet
How long will I thank God
For giving me you
As our passionate and artistic sessions
Gracefully formed poetry in motion
Lord knows
My body yearned
And needed the eloquence
Your poetry provided
Our poetry combined
Gave birth to volcanic verses
And flood-like rushes
Of the most liberated conversation
My poet laureate
Thank you for allowing
Your art to transcend
Into poetic actions
Your ability to allow
Your love to flow
Like a pen on paper
Amazes me
When poets make love
Sacred books
Unlock their meanings
And the majestic powers of words
Fill the universe
With marvelous expressions
Our collaborated efforts
Awakened the most powerful of poets
Who long ago fell asleep
Happily summoned with the stars
To congratulate our poetic bliss
When we made love
Our poetry was forever
Imprinted in the hearts
of all poets
past, present, and yet to come
-Written and dedicated to a very dear poet (R.C.)
© Monique McDowell 2008 All rights Reserved
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