Posted in 2019, 31 Days (Fiveminutefriday)

The Gift. Vcl©️

Don’t make me grimace

Or speak Words not meant 

Just let me be surprised 

Astonished even

As I open the gift,  Lord

That you have given me 

In this day

I refuse to be an enemy

of the good

As I feel the cold air 

Ruffle my feelings

In this world of deaf people 

i just make a list of the things

You ask me to do and go

Tied up with a crimson bow. 

 

 

Posted in 2019, 31 Days (Fiveminutefriday)

Why I Write. vcl©️

Sometimes life seems just too much

I write as a beacon to tell others such 

For it’s not easy the road we tread

The signs we ignore, others left unread.

How quickly we arrive at the end of life’s course 

And we’re done, no time for remorse

What will you leave for those still in the race

As they gaze with expectation 

Upon your wizened face

Will your thoughts turn inward 

to salt in the sea

Or high fives at the pearly gate

Thus I write, for

Either option you’re free.

Posted in 2019, God Thoughts. (Beyond Words)

Remember. vcl©️

No matter who you are
Your story will include suffering

The hollow voice on the broken path
The stab to the heart that gives grief words

While most stand clear
Fearful to hear of sorrow’s wrath

Lest your mourning touch their funeral pyre
Of buried hopes, or broken dreams

Igniting flames of unquenched fire
Forget that you have stumbled, vision blinding

Faced dead ends, no need reminding
I just hope to God you get up again.

Posted in 2019

The Feeling Underneath. vcl©️

Dark and light

the night

Full moon bright

land of shadow and shapes

No escape

We are all accountable

not just comfortable

As the world disintegrates

we shout poems of the

Hopeful heart

jingle the alarms

Your home has been left unto you

desolate

Thoroughly imperfect this

Desperate

crisis of the heart

Truth is lonely

thus departs.

Photo: Rebecca Bathory

Posted in 2019, God Thoughts. (Beyond Words)

Hollowed out Horror. Vcl©️

How did we get here

to this world of

hollowed out horror

this growing red circle

of pain, thickening

As it seeps into all the crevices

of our souls

i remember the words

just a faint whisper on a page

will there be any faith left?

perhaps

but  the crows will

peck at it

murder the edges

Mock the mourners cries

Dance as the stench of death

Fills our nostrilS

Muttering as we clasp our ears

against the toning 

of the bells and their fluttering wings.

 

Yokoent.com Inkspot 

#Godthoughts. Beyond Words

Posted in 2019, National Poety Month

National Poetry Month~Everyone and Everything vcl©️

There are moments
When everyone is not enough
And everything breaks our hearts

Those moments crash into us
No warning, we stumble Into the abyss
Perhaps we weren’t watching, just singing silly songs.

Grief pours from us
We stumble around blindly, carefully
Not touching anything

For although everyone reaches out
They cannot replace the one
That we know was everything.