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Posts Tagged ‘Winner of the Collin County Poetry Award’

 
 

courtesy of maniacworld.com

The trees
nature speaking to us
reminding us of a time
in the past.
 
A time when
men and women
were closer to God.
 
Closer to the beauty
and sometimes the anger of nature
but still beauty in all of its glory.
 
Yes the trees still whisper
that we are still a part of all of this.
Nothing has replaced
our relationship with God.
 
All we need to do
is take the time
to listen to the trees.

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A ship in the sea of life
riding each wave of life
seeking the warm sun of each day
the beauty of each dream as night falls
is never lost
as  it heads toward the curve
of each horizon.
 
Storms will blow
onward do we flow
in love and courage
by His hand.
 
Tomorrow brings the knowing in His love
the vastness of the ocean
is not so alone.
 
As long as we believe
we will never be alone
for His love
surpasses all of this
this and time beyond
this brief sea of life.          
                                                                                      

 

                                                                                                                                

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“Oh where Oh where has my young bride gone?”

We will not walk these hollowed halls again.
That is why we must always live in the moment.
Memories will replace those moments.
 
Embrace Love when it is within your reach.
Remember to always render appreciation for Love.
It’s moments are forever fleeing in the passing of time.
Moments that become more foggy and misty in time. 
 
Feelings are pictures of those times
that special look
that only a first love gives.
 
The burning embrace of passionate love.
The comfort of awaking from a deep sleep
from a night of close spooning.
Dancing together as one
in that one special evening.
 
To have loved
to been loved
that is the greatest gift of all.
 
Best to have had the memory
to shed a tear upon
then none at all.
 
Thank you Lord
for rendering me another day
to Love again.

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Courtesy of jezebel.com

You can tell a lot about a person

in how they treat their dog.

I have hear that dog

cry out for her master

many a day

and nights.

She is about fifteen now.

She has endured tempertures in the teens

while being left outdoors.

She has swellered in heat above 100

while being left outdoors.

An electronic fence guards her escape from this prison.

The fence is in the front of the house

no less.

Many a morning does the smell of her poop

fill the air of their neighbor’s yard.

Her Master has been featured

in a well-known community magazine

hugging this dog no less. 

You sure can tell a lot about a person

in how they really treat their dog.

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Courtesy photo by Pat Dollins. Taken at Treasure Hunters Roadshow in Placerville.

 
 
I tried to think of a gift
that would be special to you.
A gift of treasure that would endure
thru the days of your life.
 
Would gold and jewels
things that could rust
and turn to dust
in the sands of time
be such a gift?
 
I think not
for the earth holds many trinkets from the ages.
Trinkets buried deeply in the earth
long forgotten of their purpose.
Forgotten of the song they held so long ago.
 
I give thee my words of my heart
that are enclosed within the eternity of my soul.
Eternity with such a gift
that will go beyond the decaying trinkets of the earth.
 
If it is God’s will that death should temporary seperate us
this gift shall be my seal of love
to clothe you in the light of my love
and carry you forward to the day
we shall meet again in the eternity that is before us.
 
It will be a place without pain
hurt or further sorrow for us.
A place where we shall again open the seal of my love.
A place where we will laugh again in joy each day
in the wonder of our love.

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Courtesy of angelinasfall.blogspot.com

 
 
Some say my poetry is sad.
Sometimes I cry when I read it.
Much of it is happy memories
the reaching back is what is hard.
 
I close my eyes and squeeze my mind.
Remembering every detail.
Each smell, each touch, each feeling
in those memories.
 
Youth has no appreciation for its time.
I know that now.
I miss the loves of the past.
 
Not so much the individuals
as much as the beauty of those moments.
Happiness, like flashes of thunder in a horizon.
 
Blinking fireflies in a warm summer night
watching a full moon lowering itself in the night.
Kisses that lingered
long past the actual kiss in sweetness.
 
Youth still abides in me
upon a lined and scarred face of time.
Oh hasten Heaven
for surely that is where my youth
now resides.
 
“In this world, we all watch time pass from distant shores.  In eternity all those moments still live.” commentary from John J. Rigo

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Courtesy of livingthebalancelife.com

 
 
 
The road we travel is not the same road for all of us.
When you see someone in pain.

Reach Out

Give some part of yourself to make their day
a day filled with less pain.
Love goes beyond just words in our daily life.
We need to give beyond ourselves.

Reach Out

Give a part of yourself.
You will only become more human
in your caring and giving.

Reach Out

You too have felt the pain of loneliness
and deep blackness.
Love came to you in blessings you never thought would be.
They came to you.

Reach Out

Remember to share your fortune.
We are one
that is the soul of all of us.

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Courtesy of nzwomansweekly.co.nz

  
 
Often I think of you
in the time of our youth
when it was just us.
 
Sunshine glowed when we were together.
The grief of our former lives made us a pair.
Then our lives were simpler
filled with few things
but rich in much love.
 
Somethimes I wonder if you think of me on occasion.
Did you put aside
as I have
the separation of our love
the anger
the hurt
that we both suffered?
  
Beauty is in those memories.
The thoughts of us at that time are sweeter
and more beautiful when they cross my mind.
 
In daydreams of simpler times
my thoughts question where you are now
and did you find happiness?
Did you have the children
that we never had?
 
Althought many years have passed
I send to you my love from a former time
with blessing for your happiness.
 
 I also send my wish and hope
that in the eternity to come
we will meet as loving friends.
Until then
often will I think of you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

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“All Joys Lead to Him”

 
Life has many lessons to teach us.

Among these is finding the greatest of joys of life. 

When we look to others to bring us that joy

we will always find disappointment with our lives.

The light of true happiness is within our own selves.

It is shared and nurtured by only one Being

and that is our Lord and Savior.

Do not look to your fair weather friends

or those who claim to love you.

They will only bring you sadness and disappointment.

Perfection in Love and Friendship is only found in God.

Seek Him, Love Him, and Worship Him each day  of your life.

In so doing will you finally find

the joys of eternity

that are just before you.

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Courtesy of angelinasfall.blogspot.com

What is this thing that cries out within me?
Is it a spirit that hungers for freedom?
“Freedom from what?” my mind asks in cold hard terms.
 
My life seems about things.
Things stack
things store away
a room full of things.
A bank acoount with growing numbers
but it seems
it is all about the balances.
 
I look into the mirror because they say
“Mirrors never lie”
What I see
is not
what I am.
 
I am like unto the spirit of youth
locked in a dark gray cell
listening to the sound of time on the clock
growing more loudly each day.
 
I find myself dancing alone at times.
I love what the sound of music does to my body.
I go back to that mirror
with sweat dripping down my face.
 
I am still puzzled by the face
that stares back at me.
There is a pleading look in my eyes.
They cry out,
“See me, see me
I am not dead!” 
 
A ghost I have become from growing older with time.
I move through my life
seemingly untouched by the sounds of laughter from my past.
 
The smells of loving sweat
the memory of gentle lips touching
the back of my neck.
I feel like my body
no longer remembers the joys of passion.
 
Yesterday I sat in a room noticing many things.
They were little things
but important things
that let the gift of beauty
be shared by one
such as me
hungry for their taste. 
 
The gentle curve to a neck
that seemed to never end.
The movement of material on a full soft breast
as the breath of the beholder
played with the movements.
 
Eyes with a color of the lightest blue
with mystery whirling within their depths
of thoughts yet unspoken or shared with anyone.
 
I heard that voice within me cry out
“See me, see me, I am not death, but alive!
Hear my cry
feel my need
I am alive!”
 
I left the room without a word.
There was a slight smile on my face toward you
as there was a similar smile on yours.
Silent thoughts unshared
upon our departure.
 
Two ships passing on a huge ocean
with a wave of the hand
toward each other
across desolate waves.
When will this voyage end?
What distant shores await each of us?

 

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