Kahlia Mazacalletti, 25 january 2013
I said a prayer for you today; For all the times you went astray
I still care for you; none the less
Even though "WE" are such a mess
It seems it's been going on so long; and we haven't been that strong
Why can't we just let it go? It's dead and something we both know
We used to laugh and smile and love; From all the Grace we got from up Above
Now we fight and call each other names; You say we just "play little games"
I think you are wrong and I am right; Somewhere in this drama fight
For Love is blind and Fool's can't win; what is put right in front of them
Let's end this war right now
And go on with Life
We will make it somehow
Through all the strife
Cause only GOD knows; we are ready to bow
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 25 january 2013
He was a Millionaire I met on the Beach in Miami
His condominiuim was all white
Do you think it would get dirty?
He had a closet that was electric like the cleaners
Turn on the switch and pick your clothes
He had things from all around the world
He didn't have a girlfriend or an ex-wife
He had sold his company for 90 million dollars
Oh, the stories He told me.................
It must be Really hard to be wealthy; money cannot buy everything
He only told me his name was Zachary
He didn't want a last name
Just like some people don't want a pet
He was one of the kindest, gentlest, men I ever knew
When I got out of the University of Florida and moved
I often wondered what happened to Zachary?
Maybe He bought an island somewhere; is livin' in the middle of the sea
He would have liked that
I would have liked that, too
Satish Verma, 25 january 2013
In time warp, to find
the fell of a dark moon
my thoughts bring out a birthday gift.
The first step in fog
discovers the sharp edge
of kindness.
Who will believe
this black and white,
suicide of a sage?
Newborn roses and dahlias
speak through
the nothingness of fear.
I just saw the face of death
floating on a pond.
Ashes and bones out of the urn.
Satish Verma
louis gander, 25 january 2013
There is nothing more fine on a warm summer day
than lying in grasses of clover and hay,
where breezes make music through all of the leaves,
and birds do their singing among all the trees.
A butterfly zig-zagged here hither and yon
busily flapping as I had looked on.
I raised my eyes up at the vastness of space
and wondered what God thought of His human race.
Soaking up comfort in all that I saw,
lying there silent, in skeptical awe -
pouring His beauty in nature below,
oh, how did God start it so long, long ago?
He continues to bless us year after year -
and why does He love us? It isn't too clear.
Now God did create us - all different kinds,
so what does He look for in all of our minds?
My horse wandered over and nuzzeled my head.
He wanted me up in the saddle instead.
I sat on his back, took a minute or two -
and pondered the question, pondered a clue.
As I kicked his haunches I knew as I grinned
that he would obey as I leaned to the wind.
He faithfully galloped with all of his might -
the answer revealed as I rode out of sight.
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http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Joe Breunig, 24 january 2013
Spiked to pair of wooden, interlocking beams,
He hung bleeding, after being severely whipped.
There Christ experienced for the first time,
what it really meant to be like us -
bruised, dirty and covered by a legacy of sin
that clamors for our eventual death.
On that fateful day of His crucifixion,
our Lord felt the agony of separation,
as Jehovah turned His back towards earth,
being unable to gaze lovingly at The Son.
In Christ’s final hours of suffering,
God’s presence had departed from Him;
He was subjected to physical pain,
the shame from emotional wounds of rejection,
the ridicule concerning His destiny
and divine, heavenly authority.
Today He wears the disfiguring reminders,
permanently in His holy and glorified body,
while His eyes drip with tears of forgiveness;
it’s an unending testament of His Love for us,
having been… forever scarred.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Rom 6:23; Isa 53:5; Matt 27:27-56; Mark 15:21-38;
Luke 23:26-49; John 19:16-37
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 24 january 2013
There’s an uneasy emptiness…
which has been experienced by all of us;
it’s an inner void, that hungers,
that pushes us towards a spiritual search.
Our physical eyes tend to glaze over,
from not knowing: what is really needed.
Yet, we strain to see something tangible,
but may be unable to fully articulate
the unknown yearning that nudges
our restless, agitated spirits.
Seekers of hidden, sacred signs
face troublesome frustrations
of niggling and nagging doubts
from failed, divine connections.
To emerge from an encompassing darkness,
one is still required to move…
towards the ethereal, eternal Light.
With boldness, Christ announced…
that He is the Way, Truth, Life and Light.
Today His Love continues to reach out,
in an enduring, unending summons
for all of the remaining… lost souls.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
John 14:6, 1:6-13, 9:1-11, 12:44-50; Prov 4:23;
Psa 23; Matt 11:28-29
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Karen Degnan Foiles, 24 january 2013
I turn the glass over and watch the sands fall
Creating a mound of memories to recall
I reflect to cherish, the days of my youth
Watching them slip by, not much I can do
But awake to a new day, that too will pass
I will pick up that glass and with no abash
I empty the grains of days gone by
Empty the time, and fool myself “why”?
Who wants to see that you’re getting older
Just let it come by and you’ll feel bolder
I’m not leaving without a fight
I’m stubborn and full of strife
I like how I feel and don’t want a reminder
Just how fast time slips by
So I will run in the that sand
And then kick my heals up high
Take “that” sand, take “that” time
Karen Degnan Foiles, 24 january 2013
My love for you is endless
I say this with all my heart
Please be my valentine
For we will never part
Karen Degnan Foiles, 24 january 2013
I lost the person that I once knew
She took a different path to pursue
A path that I had to go through
And paid my past life adieu
I used to like my crafts
To see what I can create
Now I only do for others
So 'they' can appreciate
I used to be outgoing
I liked to make new friends
Now I'm timid and boring
Now I sit back and blend
I used to love to sing
It was my favorite thing
It made me feel that I could heal
The pain that I felt inside
Now it's not a treasure
That I can take pleasure
It reminds me of who I was
And who I do not want to be
I'm told I must heal myself
When all my life I felt pain
I tried so hard to keep it shelved
Protecting myself from blame
I was always very sensitive
To harsh words or a loud yell
They cut so very deep within
Bid my self-esteem farewell
Now I try to see
Just where it all comes from
Not take it so personally
They had also succumb
Who am I, this person I've become
The old me has disappeared
As the new has persevered
I'm someone who's no longer numb
Karen Degnan Foiles, 24 january 2013
When I'm troubled, down and weak
Your loving touch is what I seek
You're always there to touch my cheek
Even when your world was bleek
You were there for me to hold me tight
Or were you just being polite?
When I felt your feelings were slight
I can't help wonder if you're alright
Behind your loving eyes, smile and praise
What did you really mean to say?
The rash of words, too hurtful to say
We now look back on that painful day
Sometimes signals can be mistaken
When someone's trust has been shaken
We now cry our feeling awakened
When our feelings had been forsaken
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