| Poetry People| Poetry Site| #1| #2| #3| #4| #5| #6| Forum| Webring| HOME FOOTPRINTS In the deepest sleep one night I dreamed that on the beach I walked. God was by my side each step, and quietly we talked. Then on the sky my life was flashed, the visions all serene. Two sets of footprints in the sand, were there in every scene. But then I noticed in some scenes, of suffering,pain,and strife...... Just a single set of footprints, at the worst times of my life. "God....you said you'd stay by me- in good times and in bad.... Why then did you leave me- each time my life was sad?" "My precious child," God answered, "When your life had pain, I knew, The single set of footprints, were the times I carried you." copyright 1984 Kent Brown Angel Kiss (Tragedy of America) The tiny guardian angel looked at God's lap as she tried to climb. "God, why didn't you let me get to them in time?" I was so close but the planes were faster than my tiny wing. The light so bright, than I heard thousands of angels sing. God tear stricken looks away from her as he takes her hand. How can I possibly put this into words to make you understand? I make myself approachable to all down below on the earth. I'm always with them from the fragile day of their birth. Whether they let me stay in their life is a choice they must make. I don't know why they shut me out instead living in heart ache. They must know I will help them through anything they may face. They choose to go on in life without my loving arms to embrace. People who believe in my love while alive will come to me this day. I will say I'm sorry that those who hurt them never thought to kneel and pray. For if they would have things might have not ended like this. Peace, love and harmony between the lands would only exsist. The tiny angel climbed down from God's lap and wiped her tear. "Good bye God, she said, I'm going to help those living in fear." God placed a kiss on her cheek where another tear just happened to be. "Give them this kiss and be sure to let them know it's from me".... Christine R Sinkel Sept 11, 2001
The Key In the early evening sky, the setting sun reflects the flame in my heart. The sensation was sparked by your beautiful smile and the gleam in your eye. Realizing the strength of this feeling grows so much stronger when we are apart. Only to articulate the knowledge, my loyalty, admiration, and my love will never die. Standing alone as the sun slowly sets at the end of each day, my mind is with you. Such beautiful sights are the stars, and the moon reminds me of love once had. The journey through life has many emotions, but I know my love is true. With out you love, deep down inside, I have a heart that is sad. Each night with the moon and stars there is hope as I pray, with word no one hears. Knowing tomorrow brings another day, and life must go on, with or without love. With the Lord as my power, and his love inside, I have no fears. Someday to walk hand in hand with you among, the stars and moon above. After each setting sun I do look forward to tomorrow. I am a strong man, and I will never live in the past. For yesterday has all the pain, and sorrow. I have thoughts of holding you, and finding true love at last. After the twilight seeing the moon so lonely, among the stars there is an emptiness I bare. With my thoughts of knowing the wonderful, and beautiful woman that you are to me. The mystery of life is to live the best we can, with our love to share. To unlock this love, only you hold the key. David M. Bayliss (archer) An artists hand romancing the land,embracing coves of hidden blue,children dancing on a snow flake or too. Going astray,this rainbows day,colors climbing mountains,shimmering fountains.Standing tall,hear the morning calm,sitting beside a palm of morrows island,filling it with my sorrows.Unspoken words containing books,enchanted looks.Beauty awaken all has forsaken. JULIE MCGINNIS WAKE UP, MY GIRL, FOR THE MOONLIGHT'S STILL SOFT WHILE THE GIANTS SLEEP, WE FLUTTER BY, THE WORLD HAS COME TO KNOW US NOW NO LONGER TO DREAMS DO OUR MEMORIES BOW THEY KNOW THAT WE'RE OUT HERE AND HEAR OUR LUSH WINGS AS WE GLIDE PAST THEIR CURTAINS 'TIS THE ENCHANTED THINGS' Author Grandmother My first steps we did stumble
through
We fought about the brussel sprouts
The fairy-tales read in the shade
Yes, you were there; you took
the call
So when life seemed to take its
toll
February 1999 ©Darkstar, 1999
Shallow Waters Along adjacent running stream
In she floated, dressed in green
Spring 1998 ©Darkstar, 1999
(of Liz & Charlie) May your union bring you happiness,
May it grant you understanding
May you have today, such tender
love
No longer shall you hunger,
So remember this, the best of
times,
And don't forget, you were Merry
Met,
July 1999 ©Darkstar, 1999
You Gave Me Eden Tell him now
November 1, 1995 ©Darkstar, 1999
To shed fresh tears upon spring sod, And as somber daylight turns to black, A silent plea rings out to God. "God please save your little children. Keep us safe in unsafe homes. We cannot hide our pain and sorrow, Behind closed doors in pain - alone". A child confused, in fear of darkness, Aches for love. A love she misses. No mother's arms reach out to hold her, And daddy gives no goodnight kisses. Loud angry voices fill her night, And afraid to cry - she lies so still, While monstrous visions come to haunt, This fragile child - this daffodil. She does not hear the words, "I'm sorry", Just daddy's threats and mommy's cries, And with no love to ease her heartache, A piece of the blossoming flower dies. ©Karen Close A LOVE SO SWEET Are you really on the run Or am I jumping the gun I pray that it's just not true Cause that would surely make me blue Maybe, everything hasn't been exactly right But, Baby, believe me, I've seen the light I'll try to be everything you've ever sought Then you'll know you surely have me caught I feel as if I'm standing on losing ground After each and every fighting round Tell me, Dear, it's just not too late And to you, I must still rate My love for you is so strong But I couldn't stand to be strung along Let me know I still have your love That we still fit together, as hand in glove We'll build a love that's so sweet And a life that could never be beat All we need to do is give the most precious gift That in each other, it's love we'll always lift Poetry by: Sister Jo Jo Trackler...JetLer To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say. But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above. Here, there's no more tears of sadness; Here is just eternal love. Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight. Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through. God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you. It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone. As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on. I need you here badly, you're part of my plan. There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man." God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do. And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you. And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores put to flight. God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night. When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years. Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain. Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain. I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned. If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand. But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is over. I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before. There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb; But together we can do it by taking one day at a time. It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too; That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you. If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain; Then you can say to God at night...... "My day was not in vain." And now I am contented....that my life was worthwhile. Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile. So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low; Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go. When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mind; I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind. And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free. Remember you're not going..... you're coming here to me. Author Unknown Every night I lie in bed, this little prayer inside my head. Author-Unknown My Dad's Poems THE SEA What is this yearning The Lure of the sea The whisper of waves Calling to me Calling me back To the mother of life Away from the hardships The pain and the strife It's where I find comfort In just being me And where I most often Long to be And when I am with her And close to her breast My mind finds a peace And a pillow to rest So when I am on her Body and soul All then I need Is a fishing pole Dennis Gilchrist Thought Fulls-Framed Art and Poetry COME WALK WITH ME Here's my hand come walk with me Together, it might help you see Life is what you're living now To put it off seems sad somehow. You only get this chance, Just once You've thought of that, I have a hunch Come walk with me, we'll figure out Just how to live without this doubt. You're waiting for the end to come Not really living, I've been there some Come walk with me, and feel the breeze Then maybe all your fears will ease. Together with our hands entwined We'll face the world, and you will find Tomorrow's fears aren't here today Come walk with me, I know the way. By D. Sherman SPARK OF LOVE A tiny spark has come alive Where only darkness did reside A promise of an ember's glow To warm this weary heart, and soul. A rising passion burning bright Carries through the darkest night Where once a coldness chilled the bone The warmth of love has taken hold. A need to keep this spark alive Without its warmth a heart will die The endless darkness gripes the soul The passion dies, no fire glows. Ignite the spark, and fan the flame Feel the warmth of love again Rejoice the weary heart does know The flames of love will finally grow. By D. Sherman TOMORROWS You can not take the "used to bes", And make them your today. The "used to bes" are memories We have to put away. You build your life on goals you set On dreams, and hopes, and plans By overcoming ups and downs, And all that life demands. You make your new tomorrows From what you do each day Your heart knows where it needs to go So let it lead the way. So strive to make tomorrows From all that's good today Don't dwell on all the yesterdays You leave along the way. By D. Sherman YOUR MOTHER A mother's your worst critic, And your biggest fan And when you say you really can't She'll show you that you can. She tries to heal what hurts you Would sacrifice her life When you've been wronged unjustly She'll be right there to fight. When ever you are in a mess She'll do what's right, what she thinks best Although, you may not always see She won't expect you to agree. A mother always loves you Despite what you might think Sometimes this loving, means a Mom Just has to set you free Her strength is never ending She gave your life its start Your mom will be there always If only in your heart. By D. Sherman MAKE A DIFFERENCE Today I made a difference In someone's heart I know I did it with a simple smile I know it made them glow. The cost, there was not any A gift, no price at all Today, I'll make a difference How can I make it grow? I want to share my laughter, My love, my smile, and show Today can make a difference In someone's heart You know. By D. Sherman JUST TRY Don't be afraid to spread your wings To reach great heights, explore new things Just get out there and take a chance Sing out loud, and laugh, and dance. There is one thing I'm sure I know We really reap, just what we sow So feel the sunshine, the warm spring rain Respect yourself, and do good things. Be proud of who you are today Don't worry what might come your way Give back when others give to you Regret not what, You Can Not do. Expect achievements, and reach your goals Make each day count, for what it holds Spread kindness, smiles, not ignorance Stand up, and say, My life's well spent. By D. Sherman YESTERDAY Is it the longing for love that we long for; or the longing for our past? Is it the star's light in the nights darkness that we look for? Or is it yesterday and the promise of tomorrow to be able to visit. But for a fleeting moment, the joy of what we were and what we shall become. Love is the fire of the timeless stars. It's the future and the past. Dennis Gilchrist
TO VIEW MORE POEMS LIKE THESE,"CLICK HERE!" COMING IN SECOND He lays beside me crying I understand or at least I'm trying He loves me of this I'm absolutely certain Loving her I can't tear that curtain down He'll never take her back I know this to be absolute fact He's with me now But that doesn't deserve a bow Is this where he really wants to be Or am I a simple solution that he sees Can he give me what he gave to her I wish I could be a bit more sure She's not laying in our bed But sacred ground I have tread I never hear her make a sound But her memory seems to be all around I just want the chance to make him mine Make him forget her and all their time My aim is probably way out of sight And it most certainly will be quite a fight Compared to her I don't want to fall short But this I'll do before I'll abort What did she do to capture him so This is something I'd like to know Whatever all those things were I'll do my best to make them blur I want to more than fill her shoes So it would be me he'd surely choose Poetry by: Sister Jo Jo Trackler...JetLer THE REQUEST You once asked me to write you a poem or a song Never really saying whether it should be short long So poems tonight I have written Almost as if the creative bug has bitten Some I may allow you to read But others I cannot let you see I don't know if I gave you what you were looking for But I gave it my all on that you can score All that you mean to me I tried to put down in ink But to be honest it came up short, I rather think There are just no words from which to pick That even comes close to doing the trick So I'll just have to say I did my very best And that my love for you will surely pass any test I'll just have to give it to you straight and true I really really do love you Poetry by: Sister Jo Old Folks Are Worth A Fortune Old folks are worth a fortune: With silver in their hair, gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys, lead in their feet and gas in their stomachs. I have become more social with the passing of the years; some might even call me a frivolous old gal. I'm seeing five gentlemen every day.
As soon as I wake, Will Power helps me get
P.S. The preacher came to call the other Poetry by: Sister Jo Jo Trackler...JetLer A CHANCE TO LOVE I only came for a song to sing I didn't want anyone under my wing There he was with his voice so strong With all those looks and his hair so long He seem to be really low on smiles As if he'd been through a lot of miles He spoke to me straight from his heart Surprizedly, nearly right from the start In time, his feelings he had told But he could tell I wasn't exactlty sold I was really afraid to again give my trust But his goal was set, my heart or bust Now time has moved on And my heart he has won There are still issues to unpack And some problems for us to attack By holding the other dear to our hearts We'll have the very best of starts He is now my entire world And I hope I'm his only girl My inner shell I am now shedding And if you're interested in betting Place all your chips on this here couple And your money, you'll more than double If I show him all he means to me He'll cling to me, I hope to see Our hearts will surely always sing Glowing with all the love we'll surely bring Poetry by: Sister Jo Jo Trackler...JetLer Copyright © 1995 MOM, May 1999, My memory of Mother is from my youth to the present. When I was young,I remember Mother sometimes would talk about the church.When she did this,she did not talk at length or go into a lot of detail. Mother would,at these times have a tear or two well up in her eyes and she would swallow,hard.She would do this only when she was talking about things that were special to her. I feel that this was Mother's way of bearing her testimony to me.By her doing this, she helped me have the impetuous to go out and gain my own testimoney, in my time. I still remember Mother waving good-bye to me with tears,flowing down her cheeks as I boarded the plane from Salt Lake City for England,to serve a Mission for our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. She was then,as I reflect,assuring me with her quiet testimony that I was doing the right thing and that all would be OK. Mother thank you for your Quiet testimony. Love Robert Dad, May 1999, My memory of Dad from my early teens has helped me a lot in my life. The memory of going with Dad and Uncle Jay on various plumbing jobs helped me learn the value of work and doing a good job no matter what the job may be. Many times I had to dig the ditch for a sewer line. This was not easy or fun, but it had to be done if the sewer was going to be put in. I learned that the ditch had to be deep enough to have the right fall for the,sewer, and I also learned that the walls of the ditch needed tobe straight so,they wouldn't cave inside the hole. Now it is some 37 years later and I still follow the same premise,that a job worth doing, is worth doing right, and you put in the time necessary to get a job done. There are a lot of people in the world who don't understand how to work.I have seen this as a business administrator,church leader, and now as a general contractor for my own home which I am,building. Dad, Thank you for teaching me how to work. Love, Robert "Being fearless is not courageous. Courage is knowing fear, But doing what must be done anyway." Ron Bechtlofft,Texas ~~ Thalia as We do ~~
As seeds we must marvel at the idea
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