Category Archives: Poems

Morning Prayer

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Sunshine washes over my face

as I stand greeting morning’s rays

warming my mother, the earth

brightening skies and lifting hearts

soaring above the lofty clouds

with emblazoned lacy wings that

move with graceful exuberance,

carrying me closer and closer

to the blessed One who made it all.

 

Praise to the Lord, Halleluiah

for His gifts enrich all people

filling us with the everlasting

warmth of His dreams and hopes.

 

Sunshine washes over my face

giving me the supernatural strength

to follow the path chosen for me alone,

the golden steps of righteous living

that demand that I support my fellows

in their struggles and rejoice in triumphs

large and small, wallowing in the sunshine

of goodness streaking all over the earth.

 

Praise to the Lord, Halleluiah

For His kindness toward us all

Allowing us to err and arise from the ashes

As a phoenix soaring to the sun.

A Dream of Peace

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I dreamt that I traversed the sands of time
to a place mysterious and sublime.
Where gigantic trees with branches stout,
safely nestled all feathered friends about,

providing shelter from many foe,
yet allowing freedom to come and go.
Silky soft leaves whose gentle caress
becalms restless souls, soothes with fine finesse

young and old alike; no bias here
where all live in peace for many a year.
Through the sands a winding river ran
giving sustenance to both beast and man.

Surprisingly blue with not a trace
of sinister longings upon its face.
It speaks of a sweet love; it calls to me,
“Step right in,” it says, “ and I’ll set you free

from all that ails; as well sin and pain.
You have nothing to lose, but much to gain.”
With tremulous step I slowly crept
into her warm, comforting arms. I slept.

Or thought I did, for there soon appeared
hosts of angels. I panicked, a feared
of my demise. But to my surprise
they lifted me on high with joyous cries.

The night did end. My dream soon left.
The suffering world found me quite bereft
and yearning for that heavenly place
whose welcoming arms did me quick embrace.

One thing alone I brought home with me:
knowledge that all men could soar high and free
seeking truth, wisdom, righteousness, and grace.
making earth a truly heavenly place.

Child’s Play

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Easy, breezy, light and freezy
squeezy, sleazy, sometimes squeaky
Fluttery, buttery, I’m not nuttery
Cattery, splattery, but no flattery
Speedily, bleedily, just not greedily
Eerily, blearily, eyes are tearily
Quakery, shakery, give me cakery
Flakery, bakery, do not takery
Snuggle me, bungle me, don’t tungle me
Spangle me, dangle me, please jangle me
Laughy, gaffy, just plain daffy
Play with words every dayfy

All things Must End

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Dreamers navigate their way
through shadows deep and dark
searching for the light of morning,
marching across endless dry deserts

or searching towering mountain peaks
crowned by heavenly angels
whose glittery gossamer wings
flutter fleetingly in a gentle breeze

brushing the sleeper’s cheek
as lightly as mother once did,
helping to climb the ladder
of delicious dreams toward

a blushing sky, streaked
orange, pink, and baby blue
as the sun, ever so slowly,
rises to greet the morning

shirking off terrifying nightmares
of hideous monsters and demons
or relishing romantic love stories
sung by twinkling firelight

in a lover’s embrace,
broken most unwillingly only
to greet the dawn of day,
without thinking, without choosing,

unable to stop the inevitable
awakening as all must for
dreamers dreams must end.

Spring

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Spring is coming

There is a nearly imperceptible
Change in air pressure
A ringing in the ears
The brush of a breeze
That signals the beginning
Of new life

Colors change from brown to green,
Pink, red, white
As buds burst forth on branches
Knife-like leaves pierce the soil
Roses bloom in varied colors
And the sky explodes in morning
And at the dusk of night

Birds flit about
Singing joyously of rebirth
Floating above the earth
Gathering bits of stick and hair
To create a loving home

It is a time of wonder
A time of growth and change
A time to give thanks for all
The glories that bless us and
Give us comfort

A Sensitive Soul

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I was born with a sensitive soul:
hurt covers me like icy water,
leaving me shaken and weak,
unable to walk, to function
as a human being.

I weep when others sniffle,
sob when some merely dab their eyes.
inside fires rage and water boils
with an intensity measured
by the Richter scale.

Pain strikes like an axe
falling hard on my furrowed brow,
bringing me to my knees
begging for the waves to pass
and peace to come.

While some quietly rage, I boil over,
spreading my doom and gloom
everywhere my eyes travel,
making my presence felt.
Uncomforting others.

Harboring my hurts
like a mother sheltering her young
I cradle them, caress them,
nurture them until splinters grow into
full-blown trees.

Letting go is not easy.
I preach forgiveness, but find
clinging vines cover my heart, blocking
my arteries, cutting off oxygen,
inhibiting rationality.

The good news is that time heals.
Good memories release pain
allowing stories to cry away the hurts.
New days begin with hope
for those like me, born with
a sensitive soul.

Dawn Thoughts

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Another day awakens
Promising warm winds
Sunny skies
Gentle events
to guide me through
the hectic times

I stretch, drawing in
energy to replenish
my weary soul
Revitalize desires
Strengthen interests
A healing balm

The day beckons me forth
into the primal dawn
Greeted by the early
call of morning birds
Filled with bounteous joy
I burst into expectant smile

The day is mine to conquer
I shall vanquish foes
Destroy doubts
Eliminate naysayers
Rise to the peak
Declare my victory

Ah, the dreams of a new day
fill my sights and
I rejoice.