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This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at POWER OF CRITICISM.

And starting the first chapter, of the second book;

and my life continues a new.

A new beginning continues the saga;

but change brings out a new birth of ever changing obstacles,

that without perseverance, my reality of past trials;

will bring me back to the first chapter from which there is no return.

I choose to prevail with successful ones,

and separate myself from the barely surviving.

This separation has allowed me the ability to comprehend my wrong’s

I used against my peers for internal gain.

Now, I have broken the chains that have once restrained me from true freedom.

My soul is no longer camouflaged with empty dreams of success

Without the first chapter, I have no foundation from which the second could exist.

I believe one’s destiny comes from the first chapters in life.

What is accomplished is totally depended on those choices that are made.

As I turn the pages, I look at what I have become.

I see the colorful wings of the butterfly, free from pain, but dripping from the rain

painting a beautiful picture on the pages of my life’s chapter’s.

Marcus Du Bois turner

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Life’s Chapter’s.

In hopes he’ll listen to my words of a world grown cold

This is not a prayer to save our souls, rather plea to believe

Our hearts are still lined with gold.

Man has no qualms of being heartless but he also has none to

LOVE…

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Shout….

My sons were born some years ago…

they swelled my pride and filled my soul

now their mother hates me…this I know

I used to be a daddy once…

They are smart and they are strong

I hope they understand that I was wrong

the name I’ve shamed…they carry on…

I used to be a daddy once…

Because of lust…I’ve a broken home

my heart is pained…I’m sooo alone

I cling to hope and clutch the phone…

I used to be a daddy once…

So listen fathers to my words so blue..

to your wife…your love be true…

dont let my story happen to you…

I used to be a daddy once…

to the one who nursed my joys…

my perfect kids…my loving boys..

who unknowingly killed me with feindish ploys…

I used to be a daddy once…

So hug your kids and hug them tight

thank your maker you’re there tonite

but because of anger…I lost that right…

I used to be a daddy once…

Now if only I could reverse the clock…

I’d be a better man…on this take stock

into sunsets with my kids …I would walk…

I used to be a daddy once….

So listen now and listen well….

forgive me mother…I’m here in hell

so learn this story..these words do tell…

I used to be a daddy once…

To be with my boys…hear me mother…

I’d be a good dad…a faithful lover..

to be true to my family…to want no other…

Just to be their daddy once…

I know my faults..please understand..

My spirit was weak..I’m just a man

to be with my boys…is my greatest plan…

Let me be their daddy once…

I cling to hope…I clutch at straws

I know my rights…I hate the laws..

so hear me now…please take pause…

I used to be their daddy once….

this is my story…of my wounded pride…

I’ve exposed my fear…it will not hide..

I was wrong…there is no side….

I used to be their daddy once…

Mike Laures – 2007

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A sorry young man seeking advice
stopped for answers at a house of christ.
No..god doesnt see me anymore
frozen in fear …his hand on the door.

He turned on his heel and started walking away
the pastor stopped him and to him did say
” dont be afraid brother…in faith you can depend”
God has your answer and he is your friend.

The pastor I followed into this place
hoping for answers, seeking his grace.
he lead me to the back and offered a seat
your answers are here son…what do you seek?

“Pastor” I told him, ” I no longer believe”
“No worries my son, Faith can still be achieved”
“Does god still see me? Am i still loved?”
” Your father still loves you…believe in above”

“My life is so empty…I feel alone”
“God is the way…the path will be shown”
“Can this be true…can this be right?”
“Believe in our father…look to his light”

I fell to my knees and started to pray,
Looking for the answers to show me the way…
“God please forgive me, My faith it was shaken”
“Set me on the right way…on this path i have taken”

Now i am waiting…the results of my fate…
The lord whispered back..” You are forgiven…I’ve wiped clean your slate.”
I started to sob…I started to cry.
The lord has forgiven me and I still dont know why.

He whispered again ” Dont fear son ,I know you are lost”
“But to save you my child, my son died on a cross.”
Thank you my lord…for healing my soul,
My spirit was empty, my heart took the toll.

Gone now are all of my sorrows of late…
“My son you are welcome…I wiped clean your slate.”

Mike Laures…2007

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at The Slate.

There is no birdsong,
The silence is eerie!
A feeling of unease,
Fills my being!
As I look at
The foundations laid out,
Like graves.
I have visions of grief!
Panic and fear, of
People I’ve never met but,
Will not forget!

The rows of reminders,
And yes the gas chambers,
It’s painful to the eye!
A pair of huts are full
Of the inmates memorial!
A tangled, metalled mass,
A sculpture of a brutal past!

It is an August day,
I will never forget!
No where, no way, no how,
I’ll never forget the day,
And my visit to Dachau!

The torment they went through,
I can’t begin to know!
But I can honestly say,
My heart is filled with sorrow!

We all know where we were,
The day that Elvis died,
Likewise J. F. K!
But the day that’s most imprinted,
On my soul,
Is that day in Dachau,
When I was twenty-one years old.

George. L. Ellison
ã 08/05/2009

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Lest We Forget.

It is here on tranquil plane
Back in the garden
Of Journey’s Beginning
Before the fall and erosion
Wanting only You
To breathe with me once more
The dear essence
Touch and travel together
A perfect surface of my being
Awaken that kernel of Light in me
And to hold
Dear lord I beg
For just one moment
Myself a full risen sun
Before a new night
And the dawn
Of yet
Another
Unknowing

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at “My Soul’s Aboriginal” by Joe DiMino.

Around my head they bob and weave
As all around me I perceive
The rustling leaves the trickling stream
The scented air and the sunlit scene
To look around the woodland glade
As the trials of life are allowed to fade
To think of nought but what I see
A falling leaf, a quivering tree

Many years ago it was all like this
We had the time we were at peace
But all that changed with this new age
Time sped up with each turning page
I yearn to be in yesterday
It now seems oh so far away
When we all had time for everyone
And looked forward to the rising sun

To set a pace we’d all enjoy
Each man and woman, girl and boy
To love thy neighbour as thyself
To lend a hand not keep to oneself
But the wheel of life rolls on and on
As we all head for the setting sun
So I take my chances so I don’t miss
My times of solitude and bliss

G. L. Ellison

ã 06/11/1995

This poem was written in the style of Graeme Edges’ “Dream” from the LP of the Moody Blues On the Threshold of a Dream I hope you like it!

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

So soulful your petals
So gently you rise
Most beautiful woman
With brown Angel eyes

Mysterious Rose, so caring
your soul
Let me feel you beside me,
so I can be whole

So real is your beauty
So caring your heart
Wanting you so badly
Tears me apart

Mysterious Rose, so fragile
your thorns
Let me hold you forever
Away from the storms

Just open your petals
Show me your heart
We’ll sail into horizons
Until death us do part

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Mysterious Rose.