Category: Poetry, song lyrics, short stories and faith

A site of thought, laughter, imagery and an underlying Christian theme in most of the works…

Adjusting…

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Hello my wonderful WP friends! I’ve been missing in action for quite a while, and I may still be missing, but more spotty now. My wife and I sold our house and moved last week, as she took an appointment with the Methodist Church. I am changing positions with my job as well, still with the same compant, and I am not sure how it will effect me and my schedule.

Thank you everyone of you for continuing to check in and see what’s up… I miss you all and hope to get into some sort of normality again in the near future.

Take good care of yourselves and stay safe and healthy!

Kev

BROKEN STONES… a dark poem

ices on body of water

The burden of the broken stones

Weigh heavy on the mind

Whitecapped waves crest and foam

But cannot wash away the crime

Building blocks to small to see

Poisoned the whole of the base

Years of neglect have now captured me

As I slow to a crawl in my pace

Hindsight lends no healing sauve

For this conjured soul of the damned

Only regret of a dying wretch

As I crumble into sinking sand

DOORS FOR TARA… a poem

white wooden framed glass window

Ever does the new moon rise

Yet black in the clearest autumn skies

Undaunted by earth’s rotation abound

Creeping ever so slowly above the soft ground

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As early the glory of morning sleeps tight

The day brings it refuge to open with light

But only to fall back to sleep once again

Brings closure to dream of a new morning’s grin

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The heart on its journey can be quite the same

To open and close with emotional aim

While we wonder throughout our life in a daze

It’s a challenge we face walking through life’s maze

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And doors have their hinges that swing to a stance

They’re open or closed as they move in the dance

We all are like doors if we look at our lives

We open and close like husbands and wives

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While some of us never quite reach our crest

Like the moon we shine full when we are at our best

Relationships often take the same road

Making too much of one thing to carry a load

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But when that load becomes too much to bear

We wane like the moon and start not to care

It happens as mortals for that’s what we do

We wax and we wane in relationships too

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So keep your heart light and look to the stars

For you never quite know what might create scars

Yet scars are a sign that you truly did live

And for that be thankful that your heart can still give

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A HEAVENLY TUNE… a poem

galaxy wallpaper

I sing into the wind

I hope it carries my happy tune

Sailing through the atmosphere

Up and around the moon

Dancing upon the eather

Picking up speed among the stars

Winking as the words set sail

Coercing a smile from Mars

Far out into the Milky Way

Where celestial music blends

Angels take up the chorus

And now my journey has found its end

FAIRHOPE, ALABAMA… a poem of childhood (My hometown!)

Fairhope
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Crystal, clear bright waters

Remind me of my childhood.

Red cliffs of clay

Daunting, but scalable.

Long hanging wild scuppernong vines

God made for boys to swing out over a sandy, gully floor.

Catching crawfish hiding beneath the weeds and mud

Within a cold stream.

Moonlit nights on Mobile Bay

Chasing fireflies in the park.

Frisbee’s tossed to and fro

By boys with shoulder length hair.

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Hobie Cat sailboats line the shore

While mothers splash with toddlers in the gentle waves.

Riding our banana bikes to grandma’s

Because mom and dad were there for gumbo.

Picking every vegetable imaginable

From grandpa’s garden.

Digging worms beneath the compost pile

To use for fishing the next day.

Yes, life was much simpler

When I was a young man growing up in Fairhope, Alabama.

Eastern Shore Delight: Fairhope, Alabama - The Shoofly Magazine
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NO WAY OUT… a dark poem

Woman Covering Her Face With Brown Scarf

Canvas towers of black paint the horizon

There is no way out

There is no way out

Turrets of stone in windswept hues

There is no way out

There is no way out

A blanket of stars, black as pitch

There is no way out

There is no way out

Suffocating inside this sarcophagus, frozen forever

There is no way out

There is no way out

STARS… a song

Silhouette of Woman Standing on Rock Near Body of Water during Night Time

She was walking down the sidewalk

Under big ole city lights

The dream of dreams she always had

Most every single night

And, momma tried to warn her

Of the wolves that run that town

Then… One casting couch later

And her dreams came tumbling down

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(Chorus)

She sent her wishes to the stars

And prayed some prayers for her success

She didn’t get too far, because

This life is such a mess

And if she’d known back then, the things,

She surely does know now

That stars and prayers and wishes

Don’t always make a happy sound

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That same boy comes in the diner

Almost every single day

He doesn’t order much

And he has even less to say

But soon the furtive glances

Turn into a rendezvous

She never thought her loneliness

Could become a me and you…

—–

(Repeat chorus)

She sent her wishes to the stars

And prayed some prayers for her success

Now she’s come so far, because

This life she has is blessed

And if she’d known back then, the things,

She surely does know now

That stars and prayers and wishes

In a child’s a happy sound

Yeah, stars and prayers and wishes

In a child’s a happy sound

BEREFT… micro story

His chest felt like it was sinking, untethered to anything, so too did his broken heart. Tears flowed in unfettered streams down his cheeks wetting his shirt. Sunlight glistened like tendrils of silver flecks within each drop. As for his heart… It was bereft of the only love it ever knew.

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