Tag: #Poetry

MY FOREVER…

Girl Sitting On A Tissue Roll, Cat

I found myself wondering among silver moons and broken stars. Here, is where I happened upon a hollow of stardust swept in by a nearby celestial body that was too bright for my eyes. Momentarily blinded, I knelt and splashed the stardust onto my face and eyelids. A technecolor rainbow of light streaked across the horizon of my soul as I jumped up to my feet and blindly ran. I discovered that gaining any type of purchase upon the billowing soft pillows of a cloud is fruitless at best. Therefore, I gave in and sat down upon that very cloud, and with my face held in my hands, I wept. As the tears slid down my cheeks, I could taste the sweetest saltiness of gratitude from my heart as I came to realize I had nowhere left to run, because my days of running were over, and my time for eternal life had begun! Silly me… What little faith I truly had even in the end…

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

WHO WILL CARRY THE LIGHT… a Christian poem

black and red sports bike

When the wind stops blowing

And darkness fills the air

Who will carry the light

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When your heart is broken

And your way is lost

Who will carry the light

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When your anchor loses purchase

And your mooring is gone

Who will carry the light

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When your father has passed

And your mother is estranged

Who will carry the light

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When you drop to your knees

And you pray straight from your heart

Jesus will carry the light

A DARKER SIDE OF HOLLOW… a dark poem

brown snake

A darker side of hollow

Whispers in your ear

“I can make you happy…

Come, no need to fear!”

A prickling on your neckline

As your stomach fills with butterflies

“Is this the way that I should go?

Or is it all just lies?”

That cry of desperation

Was answered in a beat

And now the time has come for you

To go

Or to retreat

Within this world of madness

Too many empty souls

Take to the streets and kill each other

And pretend it makes them whole

So, be careful with your questions

Have faith and tow the line

Build bridges, not deeper chasms

Beacause darkness has the time