*Fiction, inspired by a photo
The old man sat on the bench,
Holding only his coat and cup of water in his hand
He had given away everything he has
Now, he only has his voice to give and his arms for a hug
Wise words for the fools, who think they know everything
But do not even see what is right in front of them
Or the self-centered rich people who stomp on this creation
Without noticing a flower or budding tree
Where would they be without the sun?
The shade in the heat or not a single day of rain?
This man who is likely judged in his raggedy clothes,
Watches the world in dismay, as evil floods the country land
While powerful people control those who are blind
No-one walking by would know if he could give one more thing,
It would be his life, if it could wash away this evil
Save the people who love and restore everlasting joy
Like the joy he saw in the faces of everyone he gave to before
He looked down at the flower in the grass, next to the bench
Instead he spoke to the flower and said, I know you understand
Heidi Sands
10/13/21
I scrub and scrub,
trying to erase stains gravelled upon my face.
Age has defined its mark,
solidified a presence in folds and furrows
raked over a once-smooth fabric now heralding me as old.
These seams line my skin,
years claimed my youth
from time I hadn't known had passed
and disappeared too fast
like thieves in the night
creeping without warning.
I smell that newness born with babes,
Oh, how it escapes me,
leaving soiled flesh in its wake.
I'm alive,
still breathing,
but it's sighs of old.
Vibrancy and youth permeate my spirit
until the mirror silently highlights worn flesh,
illuminating my face and
haunting me like a ghost
forever lurking around me.
When I peer closer I see more yet less of me,
fragments of remaining years shadow daylight gone,
like dirt disappearing from a child's face in the rain,
innocence turned to the sky,
tongue gathering pearls.
Age is dark. Quiet. Unobtrusive. Unwelcoming.
These common threads live to capture us all.
evil
a genocide
wrapped in hypocrisy
cruel unspeakable horrors
of heinous crimes against humanity
in blatant scorn for the impending wrath of god
~
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on July 4, 2021
Chorus
Faith really can move mountains
Faith really can move mountains
Faith really can move mountains ***
Verse one
Faith really can move mountains
(But only our Savior and Lord,
Can set us free) ***
verse two
Faith really can move mountains
(But only our Savior and Lord,
Loves both you and me!) ***
verse three
Faith really can move mountains
(But only The Lamb of God can
Wash away all of the sins of
Both you and me!) ***
Chorus
Faith can move mountains
Faith can move mountains
Faith can move mountains ***
Verse four
Faith can move mountains
(But only our Lord and our
Savior, Jesus Christ, can
Give us His free gift of
Everlasting life!) ***
Verse four
Faith can move mountains
(But only our beloved Lord
And Savior, Jesus Christ, can
Guarantee our living forever
With Him in Paradise!) ***
Chorus
Faith can move mountains
Faith can move mountains
Faith can really move
Mountains! A-Men!
A-Men!, A-MEN!
In The Holy Name Of Jesus Christ!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 14, 2021
It's in there I know it is I saw it,
It made my skin crawl,
My mouth is dry,
Backing away not knowing what to do,
The family is out there is only the dog,
What should I do?
I'm terrified but I need the loo,
It's still in the bath I've seen it,
I look away it's no good it has to go,
The shower washes it down the plug hole,
Relief
"What can wash away our sins?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
What can make us clean within?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh precious is the flow, no
other font I know can make
me clean as snow. Nothing
but the blood of Jesus.***
Only the blood of Jesus!
Can wash away my sins.
Only his blood can save me
from the darkness of sin.
And deliver me from everlasting
damnation. Oh death where is
thy sting! Oh grave where is
thy victory!
Only the blood of Jesus!
Can make me whiter than snow.
It is the only blood I know,
that purifies my body,
mind and soul and spirit.
His precious blood is
my only goal. ***
Because Jesus Christ died for me on Calvary,
his sacrificial atonement for my heinous
sins. His precious life giving blood cleanses
me deep within my body, mind, spirit and soul.
And gives unto to me my free gift of everlasting
life through my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
September 02, 2020
Weariness this will wash away;
I am tired-
Though I am richer through my Faith;
I am tired-
Dismal, distance skies are gray;
I'm tired-
I am encouraged buy admitigation Grace at;
Adformation as I pray
Weariness will wash away
I was tired God and Jesus Reign;
I was tired-
I am encouraged over and over again;
Tired no more for-
I sought the Lord;
I am saved safe and saved;
I am tired no longer-
For weariness will wash away;
~
{A dedicated verse based on words from
-Quoth theRaven. }
3/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Relentless yearning for the edge of the horizon
where the nascent sun unveils the demure dawn,
brings me across million miles of dreaming detour
to the cyan sea shining with tinge of fervent allure.
I stand whelmed at the periphery of primal vastness,
its boundless joy dancing on crests of surging waves,
spreads tapestry of pearls for me on the supine shore,
returns flowing free to fathomless serenity of oblivion.
The embrace of silver sheet swashes your footprints,
as waves sing to the moonbeam ballet of blue night
I search my mermaid floating away on stardust trail
and set sail on serenading winds to where my heart is.
A rolling pebble tossing alone on the tides of time
I’m not spent yet, submerged in rapture of reverie.
Through my fingers I don’t let the golden sands slip
for I build a palace for you, the sea can’t wash away.
August 8, 2019
The sun leaves today
For the rain to come and play
To water the land
As it will cool off the air
Wash away thoughts, for new ones
Heidi Sands
8/15/17
The twists of fate drive deep
on a sleepless winter's night
drowning in the depths of despair
wondering if you were ever really there
Free floating away in your fantasy
as the hint of whiskey hits the brain
surrendering to a soothing smile
and succumbing to the cherry grain
I'm the ice melt evoking all your flavors
that you would never dare to throw away
drink in all of me this finest hour
and into the night I'll wash away your grey
M-orn four of the second month
Y-ear two thousand sixteen;
R-ising sun has turned
E-arly cockcrow to a daylight scene.
L-ong lonely night has drifted into the deepest darkness;
L-etting the special moment make the dawn in full brightness.
L-et me send this humble greeting
A-nd warm wish of mine;
M-essage may enter into your soul,
I-n your heart and in your mind.
N-othing else but these words are running through my vein;
A-ccept them, modesty aside, they can wash away your pain.
I see the sail disappearing
Upon the horizon blue.
Waves crashing on the shore
As mind thinks back to you.
You are like the sail
That no longer do I see.
Seems that a waft of wind
Has taken you from me.
Was it not so long ago
We sat upon this shore?
Words whisper of tomorrow.
We'd be one forever more.
How we laughed and giggled,
Waves washed between our toes
Words of I love you
From our lips so easily flowed.
Our bodies so entangled
On the blanket we did share.
Made love under moonbeams
As waves threw mist up in the air.
That was forty years ago
We made love upon this shore.
Still have that blanket
I will keep for ever more.
You are no longer with me
The tide has taken you away.
But in my mind and heart
There you will never stray.
So come sit here beside me
Whisper I love you in my ear.
Hold me close and kiss me
And wash away my tears.
I pray words can come to me one day
-Without the lingering of sorrow and regret.
That one day I can trust and hope and pray
-Without remembering our woes.
I pray one day my soul to cleanse
To be awashed anew again
But today my lord I ache to know…
These words are but the shell
Of faith we used to know.
Why do I speak to thee?
When inside these vows are dead to me.
How do I find that long-lost love?
The humility and honor to know it’s true.
I can not start this book again,
And skip the pages I’d rather not see.
I can not erase the lines
That should never have to be .
So tell me Lord, how to start a different book.
Define that word “faith”,
so I can comprehend this new chapter.
Help me rember how faith and hope inspires-
And how belief creates the miracles worth living.
The air outside has grown still again,
The leaves on the trees have all turned red,
The emptiness washes over me now,
the silence fills my head.
I sit here wondering what might have been,
Oh what we could have made,
had we seen it through til the end,
could we ever be saved?
Dreams of you, still fill my head.
Visions of your eyes, your lips, the things you said.
You tell me that its alright, and it'll all be ok.
Just before I wake up, and you wash away.
I got a picture in the mail today, oh it made me cry,
He's got your nose, and she's got my eyes,
I can see you're alright , maybe I'll be ok.
I wish I could wake up and wash it all away.
I never should have walked the road, I always chose to walk.
I never should have let you go, chosen not to talk,
I'm left here all alone now, left to start anew.
But I don't want to start again if it's not with you.
From where I sit the ocean is calling.
It is far too beautiful to put into words.
It's so welcoming, calling you in with it's foaming ripples.
What a peaceful way to die.
Why not let the water take you away?
Pull you under, suffocate you, rip the last breathe from
your throat.
Make your heart beat slowly dim until it beats no more.
Life is hard, this death is easy.
As your going under your life flashes before your eyes.
The pain, the loneliness, the fear.
The waves wash it away, wash away the horrible life.
Wash away a life better off not lived.
Wash away the pain, wash away the loneliness, wash
away the fear.
Wash it all away and end it.
End it until a another lonely body takes a look at the
beautiful disaster that can look so perfect and within a
few minutes be the most murderous of all beasts.
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