I sold my first painting
It was such a surprise for me
I was having fun with acrylics
Mixing and pouring, you see
We hosted our Wine Club
It was last Friday night
I showed some of my artwork
When I got an “I’ll buy it!”
Author: What Words May Come
Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;
LINE IN THE SAND… a poem of faith
I drew that line in the sand
But someone wiped it off again
So, I got down on my hands and knees
And drew it back where it had been
No sooner had I turned around
To glare back at the crowd
When someone started laughing
And someone else let out a shout
That line you drew it cannot last
No matter how hard you try
There’s a shadow cast down from a cross
Where Jesus had to die
But in His death, He took with Him
What should come as a surprise
Every sin that’s ever been
Along with every line
APATHETIC POETRY… a Haiku
Laughter…a Haiku
THE LINEAGE FALLS… a poem
From whence doth despair
Find its rosy rouge
Placed upon thy fair countenance?
Was not your prince,
Adorned in fawning armor,
Enough for your virtue?
Aye, tis with deep vexation
Your king beckons
This besmirching wraith
Be cast off his princess
With its superciliousness visage.
Alas, the bite of one’s own blade
Did bring dishonor upon our house.
Verily, the lineage falls.
BITTER JOURNEY… a poem
The wind it cripples me
The mighty how they fall
Where once stood an orchard
Now, bears no fruit at all
Your wizened words are blasphemy
An echo in the past
The road that lead to your demise
Was paved to be your last
FACE OF DEATH… a poem
A small remnant of fear holds me
Yet in my dreams I can see the light
Solace stands within my grasp
But I close my eyes afraid to fight
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What shadow is this that accosts me
As I near the end of my days
Whirlwind memories cast their spells
And pierce me through the haze
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Bravely, or perhaps cautiously
I steady my faltering breath
Alas, the time is finally here
And I face the face of death
