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It Doesn’t Make Sense and yet, It Does.

Heart 4 poetry — Thu, 05 Apr 2012 15:37:08 +0000

Sometimes I think about human life and how

moves so very strange, how life and death

Doesn’t

care who you are, or how a little love can

Make

the biggest impact, and how the simple

Sense

of touch can communicate emotions of love

And

understanding, or how someone can stay so close to your heart ,

Yet,

be so very far away. Although we may never understand

completely, I appreciate the simplest things it

Does.

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Trying to get Home Safe

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 03 Apr 2012 18:21:22 +0000

The rain pounds

hard on my windshield.

The sky is

so dark I can’t see.

The Thunder,

echoes through the mountains,

and I’m just

tying to get home safe.

Bright lightening

tears across the atmosphere.

Hail threatens

to penetrate my windows.

Water rises,

and floods all around me

and I’m just

trying to get home safe.

Wind blows

and howls through the valley.

The Thunder

releases its cry,

Lightening

Flashes with anger

and I’m just

trying to get home safe.

The sun shines

and birds sing so sweetly

a melody

that pleases the soul.

The dark clouds

have moved away elsewhere

and now

I’m safe at home.

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Hidden Heart

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 03 Apr 2012 15:01:35 +0000

I see you sitting,
lonely,
with your eyes
fixed
on the floor.
Afraid
to face the world
alone,
you’ve locked your
heart
behind a door.
The perfect key
you
keep hidden well
is
all I need to get
inside,
but somehow, in
your
hollowed out shell,
You’ve
found a place to hide.
I want to look
into
your eyes and
tell
you, “It’s Okay.”
But
if I do not know
what
is going on,
How
will I know what to
say?

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Hidden Heart.

Lonely but Loved

Heart 4 poetry — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 02:10:24 +0000

He sits all alone
at his desk in school.
He wants to fit in
but he just isn’t that “cool”.
His clothes are old
and his family is poor
but no one cares.
He’s just a kid next door.
They tease him because his
grades aren’t all that good.
He cries in the corner
hiding his face with his hood.
He goes through each day
feeling unwanted and unloved,
but there is one who is watching
from way up above.
The boy may think that
lonliness is his only friend
but little does he know,
God is watching over him.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Lonely but Loved.

Now I See the Light

Heart 4 poetry — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 01:47:09 +0000

Lord here I am,
I faught as long as I could.
My strength is gone.
Do with me what you would.
I’m surrendering my soul;
I want to be free.
Give me another chance, lord,
that is my plea.
I know I’ve sinned against you, but
I want to make it right.
Trying to fight it has proved nothing
and I now see the light.

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Forbidden Fruit

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 00:36:29 +0000

She knows the consequences
but the temptation is stronger.
She tries not to give in
but she can’t take it any longer.
“Do it.” the serpent hisses.
There is nothing to lose.”
Take it or leave it.
Which one will she choose?
“I can’t.” she says,
but her flesh beckons her to it.
The serpent stands watching,
chanting, “Do it! Do it!”
The pressure grows stronger
until she finally gives in.
the serpent slithers off
cheerful for his win.
Realizing her mistake,
she looks to the sun.
And hides from her Father
thinking, “What have I done?”

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Forbidden Fruit.

Why you should care…

Heart 4 poetry — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 00:28:19 +0000

Have you ever looked
deep into a sad child’s eyes or
have you ever stopped to listen
the their sad and lonley cries.
Most people refuse to believe it
although it is quite true,
that many children need mercy today
as many also need you.
So many children are beaten
and living in despair,
cause we don’t ever realize that
they need someone to care.
So many families are starving,
and often wondering why
that we don’t stop to help them
and continue on with our own lives.
So many fatherless children
who will never understand
why they have no precious daddy
or the strength of a loving father’s hand.
So many homeless people
living on the street
while we’re kept warm and cozy
and have plenty to eat.
This world is very greedy
and we should all understand
that we could be a sad, beaten child,
homeless and hungry family,
or a child all grown up to be a fatherless man.
Today someone may be reaching
out to take your hand
hoping that you’ll care for them
and that you’ll understand.
Don’t ever pass up a moment
when you got a hand to lend,
because someone out there may need you
and later you may need them.

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Recipe for a Smile

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 18:44:15 +0000

Things needed:

1. person (you or someone in need of a smile)

1/2 cup of love from the heart.

2. heaping loads of Joy and gladness

1. pinch of care

2. cups of laughter

What to do:

Mix together The two cups of laughter with the heaps of joy and gladness. Stir constantly to make sure that the smile will be true and not a “pain cover-up.” Sprinkle in the pinch of care and add with it the 1/2 cup of love as you continue to stir. Gently pour in a cup made from only the finest happiness around. For extra effect, add a spoonful of hugs and kisses (if desired). Sip or have someone else sip the potion slowly. If the first cup is a little weak, take another dose.
Now you should have a smile on your face and a fresh start today. Take a dose of smile each day if you wish to feel this way forever.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Recipe for a Smile.

Messed up Poetry

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 18:28:28 +0000

The dark is too bright
and I’m falling awake.
My pencil won’t write
and this paper is fake.
This cactus is soft
and my fur coat is rough.
I love doing homework
and can’t get enough.
I hate to win
and love to lose.
I hate exciting games
and love boring news.
Spiders are my friends,
butterflies, my foes.
I know it all sounds strange,
but that is how it goes.

Authors note:

This is just a little bit of imagination and creativity to give you a quick smile for your day. A smile is a good medicine that you should take daily in order to go about your day feeling refreshed and ready for anything. You can find out more in my next peice ” Recipe for a Smile”

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Messed up Poetry.

Sun rise… sun set….

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 15:28:44 +0000

Sweet morning time comes
and awakens the ever shining star.
The sun peeks through my window.
“Arise…Arise…” he says.
I cover my face.
“Arise….Arise…” he repeats.
“I’ll arise when I feel like it!” I answer.
I continue to waste away
the glorious day.
Then, before I know it,
the sun looks away.
“Goodnight.” he says.
He disappears and I am
left alone, wide awake, with no light
but the deathly pale moon.
“Sleep…sleep…close your eyes
and sleep…” and he chants a
lonely poem…..

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