Disassembled…#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 2

National Poetry Writing Month

With a mighty thrust of imagination

Whilst keeping my breathing in check

I found I could fly without hesitation

A curious thing… you bet

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Up and over, around and through

Buildings, forests and seas

Apparently, nothing that I couldn’t do

Soaring along with ease

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Yet all good things must come to an end

As I tumbled back down to the ground

Disassembled was I after flying so high

Jerked awake in my bed I was found

Chance… #OctPoWriMo2018 #Day 31

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CHANCE?

I am just not good enough!

That’s what I tell myself.

Would I pass advice like this,

To anybody else?

Perhaps, I need to step back a bit,

And have a careful look.

Of all the words I’ve had to say,

Enough to write a book.

I’ve written of encouragement.

I’ve written about life.

I’ve written about my trust in God.

I’ve even written about my wife.

So, why is it so hard for me,

To just give me the chance?

I don’t treat others in this way.

I’m just caught in this dance.

One of my own making,

Or maybe, a trap I set for me.

False hope in believing,

But, my words did set me free.

In this, I must admit at last,

Not many years ago,

The words I wrote

They healed my heart.

God taught me to let go.

Take Flight… #OctPoWriMo2018 #Day 30

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TAKE FLIGHT

When the world is against you,

Take flight.

When you’re at your wit’s end,

Take flight.

When you feel you’ve hit rock bottom…

When you think that no one cares…

There are angels watching all the time

To lighten your despair.

For His is not to forsake you,

No, His is to guide you to strength.

It is found from within…

Believe, and begin…

It all starts when you truly believe…

Take flight!

Name Games… #OctPoWriMo2018 #Day29

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NAME GAMES

Callie wasn’t callous,

And Franklin wasn’t frank.

Susie wasn’t suspicious,

And Hank was just plain Hank.

Angie wasn’t anxious,

And Robert didn’t rob.

But every time I see ole Job

I want to call him job.

Ginger, wasn’t ginger,

And Brandon’s not a brand.

Hailey didn’t bring the storm.

This is getting out of hand.

So, what’s up with these names?

Tell me what you think?

I can’t help but play these games

And feel quite out of sync.

If I were to sit here

Typing all day long

I wonder just how many names

I could get into this song?

Dedication…#OctPoWriMo2018 #Day28

Ice Skater

DEDICATION

With stealth-like efficiency

The blades slipped along.

Expertly, carving out designs.

Years of practice

To her belong.

 

This life of dedication

Selfless, in her quest.

While others played

Their sordid games

She aimed to be the best.

 

With the eyes of millions watching

Even as she did her part.

“I am skating for my country.

For my country

Is my heart!”

Spark…#OctPoWriMo2018 #Day27

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SPARK

What is in a little spark?

How much power it does yield?

Disappearing as quickly as it’s seen,

Or multiplied to wield.

To wield into a flame,

Causing pain and angst or death.

Such a little thing as this

Can stifle one’s last breath.

But, let’s not forget another way

A spark becomes a fire.

One of love and peace and hope

And deepest of desire.

So, if you happen thereupon

A spark and set it free.

Be cautious of its power.

Like our words – when they’re released.

Bonds… #OctPoWriMo2018 #Day 26

 

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BONDS

How is it that these bonds are strong,

When barely do they constrain?

A wiser man could untangle them

Again, and again, and again.

Perhaps I haven’t learned enough

To find my own way out.

From these bonds that tie me down

And sabotage my route.

I know the answer’s out there,

Not far beyond my reach.

Perhaps if I dive deep enough

I will find a way to breach.

And finally trod a path that’s true

To get me on my way.

Dismantling these bonds that tie me down

In this, to God, I pray.