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Archive for June, 2007
Of conflict felt
Saturday, June 30th, 2007
Gunfire shatters the quiet
of the hot midday sun
Bullets flying in the air
their web of terror, spun
Into the ditch, she dived
books and all; dirt soiled
bony arms over one’s head
her body, in fear recoiled
Loud shots went on and on
it all seemed to last forever
when silence finally came
a host of feelings took over
The soldiers then motioned
their stance, rigid still
their guns, waving her on
held tight, in grips of steel
At bullet holes and marks
she looked, quickly observing
A scent she had come to know
her mind, painfully recalling
So toward her house, she ran
hoping in vain, for some relief,
as she will soon hear, she knew
those haunting cries of grief
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Author’s Comments:
A tribute to the perseverance and faith of all that have lived thru and survived war and/or conflict. As such, we are witnesses to the healing power of God’s love and mercy. Although darkness may seem to reign for a time, we all are blessed! Our struggles are not in vain as our hope lies not in mortal bodies but in God and the life eternal promised us by God through faith in Christ Jesus.
” On our knees then humbly pray
for our safety, thanksgiving
Hope and Faith, again renewed
and in God’s mercy, confiding “
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Friday, June 29th, 2007
Heartsease, of joy freely flowing
ripples of mirth, moving, ablaze
Souls, in one voice, loudly growing
filling hearts, full of solemn praise
Corridor of heaven’s embrace
gently ushering, exalting
glorifying without halting
from within to a holy place
Love’s expressions, to heaven send
conquering sorrows of life’s pain
proclaiming God’s majestic reign
brimming with mercy without end
In glory bathe, our voices raise
find comfort in God’s mighty rod
with our songs, magnifying God
inspired streams of living praise
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Author’s Comments:
Special thanks to Alma A. who asked me to write a poem with this title. Remain blessed and many thanks. All praise, honor and glory be to God for enabling me to write!
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...A Poet of lofty dreams
Thursday, June 28th, 2007
I am a poet with lofty dreams
just an outcast without a name
I frown at the ways and schemes
of base society’s type of fame
I am a poet with lofty dreams
blessed to write, in verses’ toil
dressed in nothing but the whims
of applauds that shadows spoil
I am a poet with lofty dreams
rich in the experience of pain
I cater not to vanity’s screams
of hollowed hopes, all in vain
I am a poet with lofty dreams
that dwell on life’s many faces
My poetry is a sword that gleams
sharpened true by pitfalls’ graces
I am a poet with lofty dreams
who aims to rise from unknown mire
If gifted true I am, as so it seems
my dreams in time, I will acquire
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...Through heaven’s eyes
Wednesday, June 27th, 2007
What is one life’s worth if measured
weighed not by earthly treasures owned
but seen with eyes in praise intoned
and measured more, than all, treasured?
Gnawing thoughts, vain mortality
wrapped in veils of false promises
tied in pain with king Rameses
clouded judgment of man’s frailty
Still, miracles of one’s belief
as one seeks answers from above
through heaven’s eyes, and in God’s love
one’s soul, by grace, not just gold leaf
One’s worth so measured not with gold
but in mercy weighed with such love
worth more than all one can dream of
by faith, a treasure, now, behold!
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Earth Angels
Tuesday, June 26th, 2007
Eyes that look deeply
into the depths of one’s soul
Laughter that is uplifting
pressing diamonds out of coal
Hugs and sweet kisses
that sure strengthens the weary
Cries and soft whimpers
forbid other things so dreary
Pure limitless energy
just zooming off to adventure
Grins and silly giggles
a tired parent’s proven cure
Children are it’s true
our very own earth angels
Forever in our hearts
living and breathing miracles!
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...Masquerade
Monday, June 25th, 2007
What mask should I wear today,
in this masquerade I am to play?
Should I just wear grief per se
or put on a happy face and be gay?
Maybe I will choose sadness as prey,
and wear a frown and gloom all day…
I really must make a choice its true,
How do I deal with things I need to do?
How do I decide which one to pursue?
Which ship to sail and be its crew?
My actions affect more lives than two.
I may have to rethink my life anew.
I do have many faces that I can show,
none may reflect the real me to know.
A myriad of emotions, away I stow –
stored and hidden, they silently grow.
Do look into my eyes like a window,
and find the real me, my soul’s echo.
For in life we face so many crises.
In triumph or defeat, we have choices.
When we are left to our own devices,
we live to learn from its consequences.
But until we unmask our many faces…
we cannot sing to God, His due praises.
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...Man is not a tree
Sunday, June 24th, 2007
A heart that beats is to a man
bestowed to him, a thinking mind
Man’s not a tree, he is much more
a seeker of truth, not to be blind
Blessed with reason and a soul
though all comfort from him taken
Man’s not a tree, he is much more
he can get up, and not stay broken
Tenderness and care is to a man
Wisdom to choose, right from wrong
Man’s not a tree, he is much more
Man needs to share and to belong
Life and hope, man is given free
as pain for others, he must feel
Man’s not a tree, he is much more
made not of wood, but of flesh real
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Dark Horse
Saturday, June 23rd, 2007
I dreamt in horror
of a mighty black horse
Dust clouds of red color
at hooves pounding force
Relentless in its hounding
waiting for me to yield
its darkness surrounding
this light inside I wield
A wall appears in sight
perhaps for me to climb
Ensued, a battle fight
amidst the test of time
I tried alone to win
against that mighty horse
but failed in bitter sin
with sighs of great remorse
In humble prayer uttered
all boastful pride God slew
Into His loving arms offered
now forgiven, then I flew
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Whenever the wind blows
Friday, June 22nd, 2007
I hear a certain melody
in the gentle rustling of leaves
In the twittering of robins
are just delightful songs of life
Wildflowers swaying and dancing
bowing in such graceful curtsy
while blades of grass all bending low
wave after wave salute the wind
Trees their boughs and limbs uplifted
in due time join the chorus line
Beautiful music surrounds me
in truth whenever the wind blows
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(2 votes, average: 3.5 out of 5) Loading ...Those red high heels
Thursday, June 21st, 2007
She puts down her straw hat and pulls
her work gloves off. In the corner
lay her red high heels, almost new
but dusty from unuse. Past life’s
reminder, fun and glamorous
yet so empty, lonely and cold.
Ten years since, she’s taken them off.
Gently she runs fingers through hair
now streaked with gray and eyes herself
in the mirror. Dirt covered jeans
and shirt spoke volumes, like the worn
cowboy boots she prefers. A smile
lights up her countenance. She views
her callused hands, simply adorned
by a gold band on one finger.
And she kisses it as she turns
away from what she does not miss.
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