Home » Poems » Best » James Heath » Best James Heath Poems

Best Poems Written by James Heath

Below are the all-time best James Heath poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | James Heath Poem

Shaken But Not Broken

FROM THE MOMENT THAT SHE MET HIM 
SHE WAS AWESTRUCK!!! 
HE HAD THE WORDS, HE HAD THE CLOTHES, HE HAD THE LOOK 
HE HAD THIS SMOOTH, UNCANNY WAY 
THAT EASED HIM RIGHT THROUGH HER DEFENSES 
THAT LEFT HER DANGLING, HELPLESS...FROM HIS HOOK 
SHE WAS A CHRISTIAN WOMAN, AND 
SHE MINISTERED IN CHURCH 
HAD NEVER KNOWN A MAN LIKE THIS BEFORE 
A MAN WHO KNEW THE BIBLE 
EVERY CHAPTER...EVERY VERSE 
A CHARISMA, SHE FOUND TOO HARD TO IGNORE 
HE DATED HER THE CHRISTIAN WAY 
SHE MET HIS FAMILY 
THIS HUMAN BROOM, WHO SWEPT HER OFF HER FEET 
RESISTING EVERY SEXUAL URGE 
UNTIL THEIR WEDDING NIGHT 
BUT ON THAT NIGHT, HE TOOK HER, HOT, AND SWEET 
HER SPIRIT KNEW, BEFORE HER "MIND" CAUGHT ON 
SOMETHING HAD CHANGED 
A HORROR UNEXPLAINED HAD GRIPPED HER SOUL 
THIS CHRISTIAN MAN SHE MARRIED 
HAD TURNED OUT TO BE A DEMON 
AND HER COMPLETE DESTRUCTION, WAS HIS GOAL 
WITH COLD METHODIC PURPOSE 
HE HAD PLANNED HIS WIFE'S DEMISE 
HE GAVE HER AIDS, AND THOUGHT HER FATE WAS SEALED 
SHE WAS SHAKEN, BUT NOT BROKEN 
AND WITH STEADFAST FAITH, SHE SHOUTED... 
"THANK YOU JESUS! BY HIS STRIPES, I'M HEALED!!! 
HE HAD COME TO CHURCH TO FIND A SAINT 
WHOSE LIFE HE COULD DESTROY 
THE DEVIL WRAPPED, IN CHRISTIAN MALE ATTIRE 
HE GOT IN THROUGH HER EGO 
AND DESIRE TO BE LOVED 
BUT OH PRAISE GOD, THE DEVIL IS A LIAR 
THE LESSON HERE, THE DEVIL 
GOES TO CHURCH AS MUCH AS YOU DO 
DELIGHTING IN DESTRUCTION OF THE FLOCK 
AND SHOULD YOU FIND YOURSELF A TARGET 
OF HIS DEADLY PURPOSE 
REMEMBER, ALWAYS...JESUS, IS YOUR ROCK! 

AMEN!

Details | James Heath Poem

Glow Lady

GLOW      LADY'' 
Glow lady 
Outshine the moon 
Your radiance lends warmth 
To the sun, at high noon 
You are beautiful- 
Like a portrait, framed in gold 
In comparison to you 
Even fire seems cold. 

Glow lady 
Show me some sign 
That I have touched your heart 
Like the way you have mine 
You are wonderful- 
Like a June moonlit night 
Like that last puzzle piece 
When it fits in just right. 

Glow lady 
What more can I say 
My thoughts are all of you 
Every night, every day 
You have touched- 
Something brand new in me 
And these things I now feel 
I feel, so tenderly.

Details | James Heath Poem

Church Folk

SHE WAS HIGH, AND SMELLING, RIPE OF SEX 
WHEN SHE WALKED INTO THE CHURCH. 
IT WAS EVENING SERVICE, BUT STILL, THE AIR WAS HOT. 
HER BLOUSE WAS OPEN, HER JEANS WERE TIGHT, 
BUT HER SPIRIT WAS SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS... 
SHE NEEDED RELEASE FROM HER BONDAGE, OR HER SOUL WOULD ROT. 
UNSURE OF THE SOURCE, OF THE POWER THAT LED HER... 
THAT SPOKE TO SOME SUBCONSCIOUS NEED, 
TO SALVAGE THAT PORTION OF LIFE, NOT YET WITHERED AWAY. 
SHE REMEMBERED THE YEARS AS A CHILD, SHE WOULD LISTEN 
TO PARENTS THAT READ FROM THE BIBLE. 
THE PARENTS THAT TAUGHT HER TO TRUST GOD, AND TAUGHT HER TO 
PRAY. 

SHE NOTICED SOME CHURCH FOLK, WERE LOOKING HER WAY, 
THEIR EYES FULL OF COLD CONDEMNATION. 
EXPRESSIONS THAT THREATENED TO PAINT HER WITH FEATHERS AND 
TAR. 
HER GRANDMOM ONCE TOLD HER THE PROBLEM WITH CHURCH 
WAS CHURCH FOLK...THAT SURE LOVE TO JUDGE 
WHO SOMEHOW FORGOT, THAT CHRIST SAID,"TO COME AS YOU ARE." 
SO WITH THAT IN MIND, SHE MANAGED TO SMILE 
THE SMILE OF A SINNER WITH PURPOSE... 
THE SMILE OF A WOMAN ACCUSTOMED, TO TREATMENT LIKE DIRT. 
HER SPIRIT WAS DRIVEN AND FUELED INTO FOCUS 
BY PAIN AND BAD CHOICES SHE'S MADE 
SHE WAS SEEKING FORGIVENESS IN CHRIST, SO THEIR LOOKS, DID NOT 
HURT. 

THESE CHURCH FOLK WHO FELT THEMSELVES RIGHTEOUS AND HOLY 
WHO FELT IT THEIR DUTY TO JUDGE HER... 
WHO ALL KNEW THE WORD, BUT SOMEHOW FORGOTTEN ITS TRUTH. 
COULD NOT STEAL THE JOY AND THE PEACE NOW UPON HER 
A CALM SHE'D NOT FOUND, IN THE WORLD... 
A REBIRTH OF SOMETHING SHE'S MISSED 
SINCE THE DAYS OF HER YOUTH. 
SHE WAS THERE TO PRAISE "GOD', NOT THE PEOPLE, 
WHO WHISPERED AND POINTED HER WAY, 
HIS DOORS REMAIN OPEN TO "ALL", WHO WOULD SEEK TO COME IN. 
THEY'VE BECOME TOO RELIGIOUS, TO BE ABOUT GOD 
THESE CHURCH FOLK, WHO CALL THEMSELVES SAINTS... 
NOT RECOGNIZING THEIR JUDGMENT, THE MUCH GREATER SIN. 

THIS WOMAN WAS TIRED OF LIVING HER LIFE, IN SINFUL DARK WAYS OF 
THE FLESH, 
AND CHURCH FOLK WOULD THINK, TO SHUT HER OUT, TURN HER AWAY. 
WELL THIS ONE MADE IT IN, BUT HOW MANY WILL NOT 
SHUT OUT...BY THE PERFECT, SELF RIGHTEOUS... 
HOW MANY MORE OF OUR LOST SOULS, WILL CHURCH FOLK, BETRAY 
AMEN! 
________________________________

Details | James Heath Poem

In Proper Perspective

"  IN     PROPER     PERSPECTIVE  " 
BEFORE THE PAIN OF ONE BAD RELATIONSHIP 
HAS EVEN ENDED... 
SHE'S INTO ANOTHER MAN, THAT SHE JUST MET. 
NOT TAKING THE TIME TO EXHALE, AND 
NOT TAKING THE TIME TO HEAL 
SHE'S BACK ON THE SAME ROAD, HEADED TOWARD REGRET. 
BECAUSE OF A FEW DATES, THAT DID GO WELL 
SHE IS SLEEPING WITH HIM, ALREADY 
NO THOUGHTS OF TOMORROW, HER FOCUS, IS ONLY ON NOW. 
NO THOUGHTS OF HER OLDER CHILDREN, WHO 
ARE WATCHING THE THINGS SHE DOES 
WATCH HER GIVE UP THE MILK, TO A MAN, WHO DONT WANT THE COW. 

CONVINCING HERSELF, 'CAUSE SHE HAS TO, THAT 
IN TIME, THINGS WILL WORK THEMSELVES OUT 
IN SPITE OF THE OBVIOUS SIGNS, THAT THINGS AREN'T GREAT. 
BY NOT TAKING THE TIME THAT WAS NEEDED 
BEFORE LEAPING INTO THIS NEW THING 
SHE IS MORE OF A LIKEABLE F--K, THAN A LIKEABLE MATE. 
IF YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE FUN, BUT YOU ALSO HAVE CHILDREN 
JUST KEEP IT IN PROPER PERSPECTIVE 
BE MINDFUL IT'S MORE THAN JUST YOU, THAT YOU HAVE ON YOUR PLATE. 
IT'S OKAY TO TAKE TIME, AFTER ENDING A ROMANCE 
TO LAY BACK AND CHILL WITH THE KIDS 
THE RIGHT ONE WILL SHOW IN YOUR LIFE, SO BE PATIENT AND WAIT. 
--------------------------------------------------- 

The time between relationships is relative to the need for healing. For some of 
us, the between time, is longer than it is for others. But the first since sign we 
should look for, is the ability to think back on the hurt and the pain and feel 
nothing, but, what we learned from it. If anger still sufaces, or tears or anxiety, we 
are not ready, to move onto the next relationship. No matter how badly we want 
one. WE ARE NOT READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When we move too soon, it is usually out of 
desperation and loneliness. And then, we are soooo prone, to making more 
mistakes, that will cost us more pain, that will just start the cycle all over again. 
That's where many men and women find themselves...and never understand, 
why. It's a vicious loop, that keeps you within its parameters, until you have the 
commo

Details | James Heath Poem

Anger Perpetuates Anger

SHE CAN'T EVER REMEMBER, A TIME WITHOUT HEARING 
HER MOM SAY THAT MEN ARE NO GOOD 
HOW THEY ONLY WANT SEX, AND TO GET IT, THEY PLAY WITH YOUR HEAD 
"GIRL, DON'T FALL FOR NO MAN", MOM SAID POINTING HER FINGER 
A BITTERNESS HEARD IN HER VOICE 
CHOOSE A MAN WITH SOME MONEY, OR POWER, TO LAY WITH INSTEAD 
WITH THIS DEEPLY INGRAINED IN HER SPIRIT 
SHE CLOSED PATHWAYS THAT LED TO HER HEART 
ON HER MOMMA'S INSISTENT ADVICE, ALL HER ACTIONS WERE DRAWN 
SHE PASSED OVER ALL MEN WHO MIGHT LOVE HER 
FOR NO VALUE IN LOVE, WAS SHE TAUGHT 
BUT THREE CHILDREN LATER, THE MEN WITH THE MONEY, WERE GONE 
HER CHILDREN ALL HAD DIFFERENT DADDIES 
WHO HAD NO LOVE FOR THEM OR FOR HER 
SHE HAD CHOSEN THESE MEN CAUSE HER MOMMA, HAD TOLD HER SHE 
SHOULD 
BUT SHE NOW FACED THE COLD CONTRADICTION 
THAT SHE FOUND IN HER MOMMA'S ADVICE 
HER LIFE DID NOT TURN OUT THE WAY, THAT HER MOM SAID IT WOULD 
SO THEN THERE BECAME AN AWARENESS 
OF HER MOM'S PHILOSOPHICAL VIEW 
THERE WAS PAIN AND FRUSTRATION AND ANGER, FROM CHOICES MOM 
MADE 
FOR HER MOM WHO HAD MADE THESE BAD CHOICES 
PASSED THE BLAME ON THE MEN, IN HER LIFE 
THE MEN, THAT GRANDMOM SAID CHOOSE, AND POOR MOMMA HAD PAID 
YOU SEE ANGER "PERPETUATES" ANGER 
LIKE A CANCER, IT GROWS AND IT SPREADS 
IT WAS PASSED DOWN FROM GRANDMOM TO MOMMA, THEN MOMMA TO 
DAUGHTER 
FROM GRANDMOM TO GRANDCHILD THIS ANGER WAS PASSED 
'CAUSE NO ONE THOUGHT, TO BREAK THIS CHAIN 
AND THE HOPE OF WHAT "MIGHT'VE BEEN", SWALLOWED, LIKE 
BITTERSWEET WATER.

Details | James Heath Poem

Glow Lady

Glow lady 
Outshine the moon 
Your radiance lends warmth 
To the sun, at high noon 
You are beautiful- 
Like a portrait, framed in gold 
In comparison to you 
Even fire seems cold. 

Glow lady 
Show me some sign 
That I have touched your heart 
Like the way you have mine 
You are wonderful- 
Like a June moonlit night 
Like that last puzzle piece 
When it fits in just right. 

Glow lady 
What more can I say 
My thoughts are all of you 
Every night, every day 
You have touched- 
Something brand new in me 
And these things I now feel 
I feel, so tenderly.

Details | James Heath Poem

I'M a Handful

''I'M A HANDFUL''


"OH MY GOD!", I WOKE UP SCREAMING 
MY BODY SOAKED IN SWEAT 
BOTH HANDS SHAKING...POUNDING, IN MY CHEST 
IN MY NIGHTMARE, THERE SHE WAS, SHOUTING OUT 
"I'M A HANDFUL" 
AS SHE HAS SO MANY TIMES, EXPRESSED 
WITH DEVILISH EYES AND ANGEL FACE 
AND SKIN AS DARK AS NIGHT 
SHE CAME TOWARD ME, WITH HER OUTSTRETCHED ARMS 
I KNEW I WAS IN TROUBLE, I'D BEEN PLAYING WITH THE DEVIL 
AND I'M OVERMATCHED AND CAN'T RESIST HER CHARMS 
I TOLD YOU I'M A HANDFUL, WHEN I MET YOU, SHE WAS SAYING 
I TOLD YOU I WAS WILD AND FULL OF GAME 
YOU KNEW THAT I WAS GHETTO 
FULL OF BABY DADDY DRAMA 
I'M A MAVERICK, NOT SOME PONY, YOU CAN TAME 
THIS AIN'T MY MESS, IT'S YOUR MESS 
MISTER COLLEGE EDUCATED 
YOUR EGO TOLD YOU, YOU COULD HANDLE ME 
I TOLD YOU FROM THE GET GO 
WHO I WAS AND WHAT I WAS 
IT AIN'T MY FAULT, WHAT YOU THOUGHT, I WOULD BE 
NOBODY PUT A GUN UP TO YOUR HEAD 
WHEN YOU APPROACHED ME 
YOU COULD'VE TURNED AND WALKED THE OTHER WAY 
BUT YOU WERE SURE YOUR "BOOK" SMARTS 
BEAT MY STREET SMARTS, DIDN'T YOU 
IT SEEMS TO ME, WE BOTH HAD GAME TO PLAY 
I SAW ME RUNNING, IN THIS NIGHTMARE 
RUNNING, IN THE DARK 
PRAYING, "LORD, I NEED A PLACE TO HIDE!" 
'CAUSE SHE WAS FLOATING IN THE AIR 
AND CLOSING ON ME FAST, SAYING 
"COME ON BABY...DON'T YOU WANNA RIDE?" 
WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE ME 
ON THE WAY I LIVE MY LIFE 
WHO ARE YOU TO SAY WHAT'S WRONG OR RIGHT 
PEOPLE LIVING IN GLASS HOUSES 
SHOULD NEVER PICK UP STONES 
JUDGMENTS COME BACK AT YOU, IN THE LIGHT 
WHERE WAS ALL YOUR JUDGMENT 
CAUGHT ALL UP BETWEEN MY LEGS 
SHARING IN MY PASSION AND MY HEAT 
JUDGING ME, 'CAUSE I GOT SKILLS 
AND YOU'RE INTIMIDATED 
I GUESS THAT'S WHAT THEY MEAN, BY, BITTERSWEET 
TOLD YOU I'M A HANDFUL, SHE SAID 
AS I CON TEM PLATED 
JUMPING FROM THE WINDOW, WHERE I STOOD 
CAUGHT BETWEEN THE FEAR AND LUST 
OF WHAT I KNEW SHE OFFERED 
LORD I HAD IT BAD...AND THAT AIN'T GOOD 
COME ON MISTER BIG SHOT, MISTER ALWAYS IN CONTROL 
THIS AIN'T MY MESS, SO WHAT'S IT GONNA BE 
THIS NIGHTMARE IS A WAKE UP CALL 
DON'T BE SO QUICK TO JUDGE 
OR YOU'LL BE MEETING...MORE HANDFULS, LIKE ME! 
------------------------------------------------- 



Verify Address
JAMES HEATH JR
313 OAK RD
GLENSIDE, PA  19038
USA

Details | James Heath Poem

Joshua One, Verse Eight

THE THOUGHTS WITHIN OUR MINDS CAN 
LEAD US INTO RIGHTEOUSNESS 
BUT THOUGHTS CAN ALSO LEAD US INTO SIN 
THE CRAVINGS AND DESIRES, THAT ARE 
ROOTED IN OUR FLESH 
DON'T DISAPPEAR BECAUSE WE'RE BORN AGAIN 
OUR MINDS MUST BE RE-NEWED 
TO BE ESTABLISHED, IN THE "WORD" 
AND DISCIPLINED TO KEEP THE FLESH DENIED 
A DISCIPLINE THAT COMES WITH TIME 
AND FELLOWSHIP WITH JESUS 
WHO TEACHES SIN, MUST NOT BE GRATIFIED 

BEING SAVED MAY PLACE OUR NAMES 
WITHIN THE "BOOK OF LIFE" 
BUT WE MUST CLOSELY GUARD OUR ATTITUDE 
'CAUSE GOD STILL WATCHES HOW WE ACT, AND 
SPEAK AND THINK, AND DRESS 
THE SPIRIT AND THE FLESH, WILL ALWAYS FEUD 
THE ENEMY...PLANS HIS ATTACK 
TO COME WITHIN OUR WEAKNESS 
THE WEAKNESS IN OUR CHARACTER...OR MIND 
SO WHEN YOU'RE PRONE TO WRONGFUL THOUGHTS 
WHICH LEAD TO SINFUL, WAYS 
JUST KNOW THAT "satan", WON'T BE FAR, BEHIND 

WHEN WE ARE SAVED, WE "DIE TO SIN" 
BUT SIN ITSELF...WON'T DIE 
WE LEAVE ITS "HOME", AND DWELL NOT...ANY LONGER 
THE PROCESS MAY BE SLOW, BUT, 
BE DETERMINED...TO SUCCEED 
AND BIT BY BIT, YOUR DISCIPLINE, GETS STRONGER 
OUR FATHER WANTS TO BLESS YOUR LIFE 
RELEASE YOU...FROM YOUR BONDAGE 
OBEY WHAT'S FOUND IN, JOSHUA, ONE..VERSE-EIGHT 
HE'LL GIVE YOU ALL YOU ASK OF HIM 
AND GIVE.....ABUNDANTLY! 
BE STRONG AND BE COURAGEOUS...WHILE YOU WAIT 
AMEN 
------------------------------------- 
THE LOVE OF GOD IS ABUNDANT AND UNCONDITIONAL. OUR TRANSITION 
FROM WORLDLY TO SPIRITUAL IS NO MAGIC WAND PROCESS. IT IS STEP BY 
STEP, DAY BY DAY, ETC... THE DISCIPLINE COMES IN TIME AND WORKS 
ALONG WITH OUR PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD. HIS LOVE AND HIS 
UNDERSTANDING IS UNFALTERING AND LIMITLESS. HE LOOKS INTO OUR 
HEARTS. BUT TO LOVE HIM IS TO WALK WITH LOVE. WE NEED TO RENEW 
OUR MINDS FROM THE OLD WAYS OF THINKING. FROM THE WORLDLY WAYS 
OF THINKING. TO SUBMIT OUR WILL TO HIS WILL. HANG IN THERE. IT'S NOT 
EASY...BUT IT IS WELL WORTH THE WALK. 
GOD BLESS!

Details | James Heath Poem

Anger Perpetuates Anger

''ANGER   PERPETUATES  ANGER'' 
SHE CAN'T EVER REMEMBER, A TIME WITHOUT HEARING 
HER MOM SAY THAT MEN ARE NO GOOD 
HOW THEY ONLY WANT SEX, AND TO GET IT, THEY PLAY WITH YOUR HEAD 
"GIRL, DON'T FALL FOR NO MAN", MOM SAID POINTING HER FINGER 
A BITTERNESS HEARD IN HER VOICE 
CHOOSE A MAN WITH SOME MONEY, OR POWER, TO LAY WITH INSTEAD 
WITH THIS DEEPLY INGRAINED IN HER SPIRIT 
SHE CLOSED PATHWAYS THAT LED TO HER HEART 
ON HER MOMMA'S INSISTENT ADVICE, ALL HER ACTIONS WERE DRAWN 
SHE PASSED OVER ALL MEN WHO MIGHT LOVE HER 
FOR NO VALUE IN LOVE, WAS SHE TAUGHT 
BUT THREE CHILDREN LATER, THE MEN WITH THE MONEY, WERE GONE 
HER CHILDREN ALL HAD DIFFERENT DADDIES 
WHO HAD NO LOVE FOR THEM OR FOR HER 
SHE HAD CHOSEN THESE MEN CAUSE HER MOMMA, HAD TOLD HER SHE 
SHOULD 
BUT SHE NOW FACED THE COLD CONTRADICTION 
THAT SHE FOUND IN HER MOMMA'S ADVICE 
HER LIFE DID NOT TURN OUT THE WAY, THAT HER MOM SAID IT WOULD 
SO THEN THERE BECAME AN AWARENESS 
OF HER MOM'S PHILOSOPHICAL VIEW 
THERE WAS PAIN AND FRUSTRATION AND ANGER, FROM CHOICES MOM 
MADE 
FOR HER MOM WHO HAD MADE THESE BAD CHOICES 
PASSED THE BLAME ON THE MEN, IN HER LIFE 
THE MEN, THAT GRANDMOM SAID CHOOSE, AND POOR MOMMA HAD PAID 
YOU SEE ANGER "PERPETUATES" ANGER 
LIKE A CANCER, IT GROWS AND IT SPREADS 
IT WAS PASSED DOWN FROM GRANDMOM TO MOMMA, THEN MOMMA TO 
DAUGHTER 
FROM GRANDMOM TO GRANDCHILD THIS ANGER WAS PASSED 
'CAUSE NO ONE THOUGHT, TO BREAK THIS CHAIN 
AND THE HOPE OF WHAT "MIGHT'VE BEEN", SWALLOWED, LIKE 
BITTERSWEET WATER.

Details | James Heath Poem

"tomorrow"

by James(PoetforChrist)Heath 


IN THAT PLACE WHERE 
HER THIGHS MERGE INTO 
THE ABYSS OF HER ESSENCE 
SHE INVITED HIM 
THINKING, NO...KNOWING, 
THAT THIS WAS THE ONE 
THAT GOD HAD SENT 
YEAH, YEAH SHE KNEW 
THAT'S WHAT SHE THOUGHT 
YESTERDAY....AND THE DAY 
BEFORE THAT....AND SO MANY 
DAYS BEFORE THAT. BUT 
THIS TIME SHE WAS SURE... 
OF THE SIGN 
AND YEAH, SHE KNEW THAT SHE 
HAD SEEN THE SIGNS 
BEFORE, OR THOUGHT THEY 
WERE...THE SIGNS 
BUT THIS TIME THEY 
CAME WITH...A FEELING 
I MEAN, IT "HAS TO BE" 
THIS ONE...THOUGH SHE 
KNEW SHE HAD HAD 
THOSE FEELINGS...BEFORE 
THIS ONE WAS SO 
DAMN FINE, SHE THOUGHT 
AS SHE MET HIS STROKE 
THIS ONE LOVES ME... 
HOW ELSE COULD HE FEEL SO 
GOOD 
SHE THOUGHT, AS SHE ARCHED 
TO BRING HIM DEEPER 
INTO HER ABYSS 
AND AS THE SUN TURNED 
INTO THE MOON, AND SHE 
WAS ALONE..........AGAIN, 
SHE THOUGHT, I KNOW 
THAT GOD WILL SEND 
HIM.... 
TOMORROW!