Tag: Poetry Corner

Every Blooming Thing.

Every Blooming Thing.

Every blooming thing is a treasure
and all must grow and thrive
nothing must be left below
they must sway and dance day and night.

Every blooming thing has beauty
natural and not contrived
spreading wide enough to gather
all the bouncing shining lights.

Every blooming thing must produce
their talents must be used
to give love and life
and so be profuse.

Every blooming thing must live
so all their talents they can give
to those weary beaten broken souls 
who need their fragrance to forgive!

Battle scars

Battle Scars

Your battle scars 
say who you are.
Have none?
Then you have not learned 
a thing worth learning.
Or perhaps, 
you try to hide them.
Ashamed with a sense of disgrace
that you were bested.
Fear not,
though your scars are alot
they are your testimonies 
that you survived,
they anoint your flesh
reminding you of the tests
that have made you your best
in a world where sorrow
obscures many a tomorrows.
So wear them proudly,
They your purple hearts.

Tear Down Those Idols

Tear Down Those Idols

Whom do you love
and give your time to
your life to
and to it give your peace?
Whom do you listen to
allow to lead you
access you
and when frightened, entreats?
Whom do you trust
above the ones you love
and take the time
to lose your time to?
Whom do you shadow
make promises to
and whom pray tell
do your very soul pursues?

Pursue beauty
pursue you
pursue what God says is true.
There is greatness poured 
into the grey to bring forth the colours
that lies said were untrue of you.

Do What is Right.

Do What is Right.

Do what is right
they say.
What does that take?

It takes a road less trodden
One less friend
to be your partner in crime
to run and play with all day.
It takes growing up
being mature
being responsible
 for the role your play.
It takes moving
forward resolute.
It means leaving everything
and everyone
to find your way.
It takes lots of tears
to wash you
and make you new.
It means a baptism of fire
and a living water
that you can glide on
to your destination.

This Feels Like God

This Feels Like God

Each raindrop falling on leaves
that gives me so much peace
and with the sun shining down on me
a light that makes me see
the hand of God.
A gentle gigle 
floating in the breeze
that gets entagled with the trees
reminds me of the innocence
of one who believes
in the promises of miracles.
A gentle flowing stream
that carries the wonders of life
that washes over me 
and sets me free
to grow, swell and just be free.
In a truh that never cease
For truth God holds the keys
and so because this truth I know
I say, "Yes Lord I agree".

Two Elephants Fought

Two Elephants Fought

Two Elephants fought,
and there was inconsolable weeping
because they brought nought
but senseless destruction and bleeding.

Two politican made a bet,
each from the comfort of their cars
how many citizens will welcome death
to make them their luminous star.

Two enemies tampled underfoot,
the gentle blades of grass,
the grass rooted helplessly looked
as hastily their futures scurried pass.

Two goliath drew their sword,
in a worldly display of power
they each declared themselves lord
but mercilessly shreded the gentle flowers.

Two sycophants stood at court,
before the people
looking for their support
but their words were poison and lethal.

The weak though many,
are the ones who get hurt
the ones whose loads are heavy
loads which stomps them slowly in the dirt.

Beauty

Beauty

Beauty cannot be defined
it can only be known when seen
ti mature overtime
like good wine.
There is no reason or rhyme
it just is
and no one 
can set a time
on when it will mature
and grow into itself.
beauty delight
the eyes
and God smiles
when you cultivate it.