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Bonnie Cuber Poem
Ah, the rose.
It stands tall and proud,
Like a soldier.
Looking regal in an audience or alone.
Exudes independence.
Is lusty.
Yet at the same time fragile,
Wanting to be handled gently.
The smell is sweet, heady to the senses.
Could one use it as a paraphrase to living?
An instance of pleasure and luxury,
Of chasing the fulfillment of self?
A person lost in his or her own focus.
An avoidance of reasoning.
Beware of how you grasp it.
If your hold is too tight on its throat,
It will prick you, deep in your finger.
Leaving its mark.
Red blood as true as it’s color.
A reminder.
That a rose is different by nature,
And the delusion a choice made by your mind.
Copyright © Bonnie Cuber | Year Posted 2018
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I’m feeling hurt.
My heart is grieving.
You left this earth,
Taking a piece of me with you.
In my mind our youth was endless.
I still can shut my eyes and feel the magic of that time.
Lazy days, and untold secrets.
Adventures and awe of what lay ahead.
It was a time of innocence,
An age of wonder
Where laughter and sunshine were the main ingredients our lives.
We were encircled in the love of our parents,
I remember family picnics at the park.
Lots of chicken; hours of talking; baseball games and water balloons.
Everything was an adventure and ours for the taking.
That was my take on life.
I knew that we all made choices,
But not how they would change our course.
Oh the sweet, sweet memories,
Of how we use to be.
Soon there will be none to remember that once,
We were the blossoms.
Copyright © Bonnie Cuber | Year Posted 2018
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THE GREAT I AM
Oh Lord, my God, as I journey through life let me set my course on you. You, the one and only true God. You are the first and the last, the great I Am, and I humbly bow down before you. You, my God, are the one that sits above the circle of the earth, who holds the oceans in the hollow of your hand, and call the stars by name. You are the creator of heaven and earth, of all things made, and I worship you.
God, you are my sustainer and rescuer. When I go through rivers of difficulty you uphold me and give my soul peace. When I walk through the fire of oppression, the flames do not consume me. I am not afraid because you are always with me, and I put my trust in you. Your word is truth, and it stands forever.
God, you saw my whole life stretched before you before I was conceived. You molded me in my mother’s womb and watched over me. You intercede on my behalf through troubles I’m aware of and those I am not.
You’ve paid the price to set me free from the bondage of sin. Grace I’m unworthy of. Through Christ’s precious blood I have been washed clean of my sins, and my offenses have been scattered, never to be remembered.
I have been reconciled, and can now call myself a child of God, the most high.
Praise and glory be yours now and forever.
Copyright © Bonnie Cuber | Year Posted 2023
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Reflections
Sunlight mirrors off the water, as waves peek and crash, rolling onto the sand. Warm moist pebbles crunch between my toes as I slowly walk along the coastline taking in God’s beauty. Troubles are being washed from my consciousness as the tide is beckoned back to the Mother Sea. I feel the pull of God taking me from my daily existence into his majestic presence and filling by inner being with unsurpassed peace and joy. Pain, doubt, disappointment and despair evaporate and I enjoy his perfect shells, all shapes and colors waiting for me to pick up and inspect. Sea Gulls circle above me as the pelican’s dive for their meal, entertaining me with their grace and agility. Dolphins occasionally appear and remind me that life is abundant and our God is mighty.
I watch sandcastles painstakingly being built by small hands only to be swept away. Reminding me that material things are insignificant and easily snatched from us. Love, truth, faith and honor stand firm and I remind myself that the wise are grounded in them.
If I had only myself to care for, I would plant myself by the sea. I would probably be considered an eccentric old woman, but I would never tire of drinking in the setting. At night the sky is black, with a million stars lighting your path. You can hear the gentle rushing of the tide, as sweet music to the soul.
At dusk a myriad of colors paint the heavens and you can watch the sun banish behind the sea, only to return at dawn. Such beauty could only come from God.
B.J. CUBER
Copyright © Bonnie Cuber | Year Posted 2019
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He calls my name.
I ignore it.
He calls again,
I pretend I didn’t hear.
He is persistent, and
Stalks me as a marauder.
Where can I run?
He hides in my mind.
Has access to all my hurts.
My failures.
Shameless he flaunts my
Inadequacies.
I listen.
A heavy damp blanket covers me.
How can I remove it?
I have no strength.
I gaze out and see only darkness.
End it, he cries.
Death seems my only answer.
Pray for me my husband.
For only in God is there light.
Chase away the darkness
And put Depression to flight.
Copyright © Bonnie Cuber | Year Posted 2018
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THE HOUR IS LATE
The earth is old
and the hour is late
Armageddon lay at the gate
The Prince of Darkness
the fallen one, makes his move
the earth to run
The beast emerging,
the Babylonian whore
the Common Market is at the door
The mark he gives, and all will take
except the believers
and those he hates
Tribulation to mankind,
sights unknown.
Signs in the heavens
and death unfolds
Clothed in lies, a peacemaker he portrays.
For three and a half years
things might look ok
Gods 2 prophets and the 144,000 Jews
do their best to point truth out to you
The martyrs’ blood flows ever deep
True to Christ
their faith they keep
BJ CUBER
Copyright © Bonnie Cuber | Year Posted 2019
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A promise spoken
Must be kept
And time is not an issue
For
Invisible barriers
Separate an era
And in moments rare
Unseen forces
Intervene
For redemption
Of the pledge
B.J. Cuber
Copyright © Bonnie Cuber | Year Posted 2023
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I gave my pink feathers a good old shake, and
Combed my hair with a short plastic rake
I picked up a cake mix I was going to make
Stirred it up, and put it in the oven to bake
Today I was going to my Silver Sisters
And I hoped we’d play twister
But I wanted to look my best, so
I went to the closet and took out a purple vest
I looked in the mirror to get a good view
Decided my lipstick was not the right hue
What color to use, I hadn’t a clue
I decided pink earrings would have to do
Oh, my earrings
They bobble
Whenever I hobbled
So, I stood on one leg
And called my friend Peg
We went to the meeting together
BJ Cuber
Copyright © Bonnie Cuber | Year Posted 2023
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I am a shopper
That’s what I claim to be
Just look in my closet
And you’ll have to agree
Penney’s, Kohl’s and TJMaxx
Oh, how I wish you didn’t charge tax
You have the power to make my day
I search for a bargain
And never dismay
When I find an aisle
With a good array
I smile and say hooray
This is the way
I like to spend my day
BJ Cuber
Copyright © Bonnie Cuber | Year Posted 2023
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I sit. Silence envelopes me and I want to scream to quiet it.
Time, is it fleeting or standing still? I can’t tell.
Escape is in the imagination and I will mine to commence.
I am dancing…flashes of red as I swirl to the beat.
I feel the heat as the music pulsates through me.
Faster and faster, blending the colors and sounds into one, then like a vapor it’s gone.
I stand facing the ocean. Water nips at my toes, its coolness bleeds into me.
I look at its vastness, and feel small.
I wonder what secrets lie within. Should I call it morgue or treasure house…perhaps a fishbowl of the living? The waters are murky, death black, but wait, sunlight has arrived. White, dazzling, I cup my hand to shade my eye so I can view its intensity. A million diamonds dance upon the blackness and I smile.
B. Cuber
Copyright © Bonnie Cuber | Year Posted 2019
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