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Courtesy of cthru.com

If I could speak the right words of endearment
would you rush to be at my side?
 
Have we not been seeking the same dream
a dream yet unfounded in our time
upon this world?
 
If I could speak the right words
I would tell you how long I have been seeking you.
 
The space in my heart was never filled by others
for they were not you
my love.
 
If I could speak the right words
they would tell you that I will immediately know
it is you
when you are before me.
 
The moment that our eyes will meet
we will know
we finally found each other.
 
If I could speak the right words of endearment
they would tell you of the eternity that I have spent
in seeking you.
 
A half soul
a lost wanderer
a knight without a grail
have I been.
 
Complete my being.
Awaken at my side
make us one.
 
Never to be alone again
for the eternity
that is still before us.

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Courtesy of vi.sualize.us

It was an open house of a new resident in the community.
I sat on point near a corner of the room
a kind of observation post of those coming into the room.
 
There you stood looking at me from afar.
There was a blackberry in your hand texting someone.
You came and sat next to me.
 
You asked me if the room seemed warm.
You told me your hands were sweating.
I explained that I got a kind of butterflies when I met new people.
 
I learned through disciple long ago to overcome being uncomfortable.
Forty years in sales changes many things about an individual.
You could not be more than eighteen
brown hair and the deepest of brown eyes.
 
You kept looking a me strangely
like you had always knew me.
A memory came to my mind.
It was my childhood bride of eighteen.
 
You looked very much like her.
Her eyes were also Brown. 
I remembered how I felt about her.
 
I loved her in a special deep way.
There is something about a first love
that always makes it special in memories through life.
 
I saw her in you
the hair
the eyes
the way you smiled at me.
 
We talked of college and your first year.
The difficulties you were having with some of your studies.
You said goodby in a formal way and left.
 
It was like you leaving again.
I think of you often and those early days
in my life that we shared as two lost children together.
 
There always will be something special about you
and those days in my mind
many years ago.
 
Take care my love
wherever you may be this day.
Remember that I still think of you
and yes in my way
I still love you.
 

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Courtesy of fineart.com

 
 
I closed my eyes:
 
The after-image of her was printed on the backside of my mind
the look of her neck bent backward
eyes closed.
 
That beautiful curve from her neck
to the tip of her breast.
There was a hint of sunrise
upon the horizon of her smile.
As a spirit I loved her
unaware of my own physical feelings.
 
It seemed I could not satisfy my need
to give her my love.
The flow seemed forever.
 
From moment to moment I explored her
no part untouched
or savored.
 
There was no shame in loving her.
We were eternal spirits
reunited in the flesh of our eternity.
 
I opened my eyes:
 
I am haunted by her
for the image remains.

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He stood quietly in the room.
His voice though low in tone
seemed to rock the air about Him.
 
The words were gentle and with love.
Pointing to the doorway,
He said, “There are many doors to eternity
any doorway can be the right doorway to enter
if entered with love and faith in God.
 
He will guide you and protect you in your travels.
First you must learn to give complete
and unselfish love to Him.
 
Second you must render complete faith in your Lord
for whatever befalls you
the Lord will stand at your side
and you shall overcome,”
so spoke
the Master of my life.   

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Within each of us there is a song.
The song is like no other
it is ours alone.
 
It is the song of our lives upon this earth.
It sings of our victories
it remembers our defeats.
 
Would we have shown courage
by never loved at all?
Would we have shown our creator
a lack of passion
by not living totally in the gift of time
that He so generously gave us?
 
I lived as a man
a creation of my God
in the singing of my song.
 
In those I loved
I gave more than I received.
If one was to be hurt by the ending of a love
I was always hurt the most.
 
I gave all in my being to protect the ones I loved.
In the pains that I endured
I suffered in their recall
more than once.
 
My song renders no apologies
for being made in His image.
The Passions is what separates us
from the wooden fence post.
 
I have breath
I have cried
I have laughed till I cried again.
 
In so doing have I found
the humor of my creator
in making my song
one that will be heard
throughout eternity. 

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Courtesy of heaven.com

Much is said about what Heaven may be like.
In the senior years of my life
In observing the goodness of humans
In those who stand against Evil each day of their lives
I have no doubt
that Heaven will not be a crowded place.
 

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Courtesy of abcnews.go.com

The words came like a knife to my heart.
It was evening
and we had just gotten in bed.
The words were whispered in the smallest of voice from you.
 
We were lying side by side
with my arm around your waist.
This was always in all these years
in how I went to sleep with you.
 
The words were
“I don’t want to leave you” in an almost sobbing voice.
Then it was your silent breathing again.
 
I tried to visualize my life without you.
All that my mind gave back was a blank screen.
Lord did I not pray enough for You to watch over her?
 
After all these years
the darkness of cancer returns to my bride.
And what of the cure?
 
Killing her body in order to make it better?
We build Atomic bombs to kill our enemies.
Accomplished the impossible
in placing mankind on the moon
and returning them.
 
Yet we must see those we love
be placed at the edge of death
in order to get better.
I am angry with the greed
and the ignorance of man. 
 

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Courtesy of devonartistnetwork.co.uk

They call insight…. Wisdom.
Wisdom is the deep sadness of old age.
A biting reality that was
but will never be again.
 
We become ever grateful for the pressed hug.
The feel of flesh upon our own.
Memories sparked in an unexpected
full body hug of total surrender.
 
Our minds go back.
Youth with aches or pains unexpected
as now that wake with us
each morning.
 
A crying desire within
of the youthful, carefree loving
of many hours
stretched over days.
 
These moments
will never be ours again.
It’s the sadness that takes us out.
 
Chipping away
at our nightly desire
to waken again.
 
And if we are so blessed
a dream of softness and passion
from long ago.
 
A dream that brings a cry of joy
from our very soul
of those days and moments
that will never be ours again.
 

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Courtesy of gencoabogados.com

 
 
I awoke this morning with the same old pains.
One leg had veins popped up
the other was swollen.
 
I twisted in pain
in my walk to the kitchen
attempting to adust my back
from the constant pain.
 
The thought came to my mind
was this all a cosmic joke of sorts.
To have lived Seventy years
and find my body dying
before my awareness
each day?
 
Having now found
a degree of Wisdom
in my life
will it now be taken
from me?
 
Will all the days before me
now be filled with pain and suffering
suffering in seeing my bride become
ill again?
 
I pray to my Lord and Savior
render me time
to share the blessings
in knowing Him.
 
Render me time
without suffering to cloud my mind
so that I may share
my blessings
with others.
 
 
 
 

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Courtesy of hoteliermiddleeast.com

 
Many a time that my eyes beheld
a poor soul of the streets
have I thought
could that person be Jesus?
Jesus returning to earth
to see if we are still worthy of His Love?
 
When your eyes sadly behold such a vision
and you feel a pull on your heart
do not hesitate to share your brief wealth
at that moment.
 
Remember if it were not for grace of Jesus
it could be you in those rags of the street.
Let your Lord know in a real way
that His creation of you
was a worthy project.
 
Reach out and give this soul
a part of your self
as well as your day.
Jesus will be pleased with you.

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