Not the grand hymn sung in the vaulted nave,
Nor the candle flickering bright and brave,
But the whisper of love that none can see,
A heart that bends to the lowly and free.
Not the weight of words in sacred prayer,
But the silent hand that lifts despair,
The bread you break, unseen, unheard,
The comfort found in a gentle word.
Not the crown of thorns you proudly bear,
But the cross you share in another’s care.
Not the purity of the creed you claim,
But how you speak another's name.
Do you forgive, as the Master taught,
With love as free as the lilies wrought?
Do you weep with those who weep in the rain,
And feel their loss like your own pain?
In every child, in every face,
Do you see the light of saving grace?
Do you hold the earth as holy ground,
And in all things God’s love surround?
What makes you a Christian good and true
Isn’t in what the world can view—
It’s the secret deeds, the quiet cheer,
The tender mercy, year by year.
In love’s small acts, in joy's sweet art,
There dwells the faithful Christian heart.
An ode a day I aim to do
To let you know I think of you
But if some times a day goes by
Without an ode, the reason why?
I try to make the content broad
New ways of describing things are sought
In all the common theme is love
And you're who they're the subject of
Muhammad, chosen by Allah to lead,
A humble man with a heart full of creed,
His words, a guide to all in need,
A mercy to mankind, indeed.
In the land of Arabia, he was born,
A light of guidance, a hope forlorn,
To worship the one God, he did adorn,
And from idolatry, he did scorn.
His teachings spread like wildfire,
His message of peace, love, and desire,
He conquered hearts with his soft attire,
And made the oppressed feel higher.
A man of integrity and honor,
A just ruler, a compassionate donor,
He spread love like no other,
And made the world a better harbor.
With the Quran as his guiding light,
He led by example, with all his might,
He fought for justice, day and night,
And always stood for what was right.
The legacy of Muhammad (SAW) lives on,
His message of peace, not gone,
A shining star, until the dawn,
A mercy to mankind, forever on.
One apple a day keeps the doctor away
One vitamin a day keeps 'PI' away
One poem a day keeps the brain in play
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'PI' stands for 'Perceived Infectability.'
This evening I sit in solitude
the dark sky of night lays sprawled before me
drawing me towards reflections of all I can remember
deeds I have done, deeds others have done for me
whether the guiding hand of a mentor
teaching me what I needed to know
or the friend who asked if I needed help
part-time lovers who gave sanctuary
from shadowed loneliness
the hurried finality of those passing through
sharing opened arms without gratuity
seeking a smile as payment
each one a jewel which hangs in memory
the world turns
every spin is filled with footprints and voices
tracks and echos hiding in the quiet
giving pause to recollections, from long ago
yes, the sky is dark
yet filled with a million stars from yesterday
when help was given without being asked
9/15/21
contest Islands in the Stream
sponsor Craig Cornish
My sweet,There's a flower in your heart may I smell it
My dear, There is a flower by your ear may I touch it
There is a flower on your lips may I kiss it
you are the flower that I behold
a fragrant beauty unspoiled
fluoresce my heart beats not
Until we too hearts are in a vase
Melting are spirits soul and bodies as one
Fragrance is our love we too do share
Planted in the garden once again
We are as one a flower
1/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A poem a day
You have your say
Decline to write
Your thoughts you slight
When willingness to speak opens up,
Secrets are revealed in order to hold on,
Too much said gives the upperhand,
But then must bring you personally back down again,
Screaming vulnerabilities with physical grasp,
For the mind cannot comprehend a love that will last,
Control placing the mind back in order,
So the heart cannot bring itself to falter,
Deepness revealed is a dangerous game,
Instead of embracing it seeks out to blame,
Every moment of revelation that reaches out its hand,
Opens its fist to the purpose of God's plan,
Pacing the floor back n forth,
Not realizing hes already opened the door,
ONE A.M. SOLILOQUY
the thunder rattled my sleep -
vibrating windows and walls, eyes shut tight
4/7/2019
By Angeline Vine
In the midst of someone's middle age
it was discovered that one a day
could help
Except it really depended on what
one accepted as 'middle age'
The time has quickly passed away,
I promised myself a poem a day.
It is now time to write the last,
Now I need to really think fast.
What to write, I do not know,
Where on earth did all the time go?
I remember my promise clear as day,
I swear it was only yesterday.
I've wrote about Monsters, kids and kin,
I've wrote about never ever giving in.
Glitches and Rosie's and we are blessed,
The one about PTSD I found was a test.
Friends are back from their flyaway holiday,
I can't believe they were three weeks away.
Told of bedtime stories and Eerie nights,
Wonder if my mate is still wired right?
Well I think that will do for a quick resume'
Anything else I will leave for another day.
We have to go shopping before it's too hot,
We should be home soon, we don't need a lot.
So I've managed to fulfill my promise to me,
A poem a day, sometimes two or even three,
That's not bad going for an old fogy like me,
Off out now, maybe I'll write, right after tea!
© Dave Timperley 31 August 2016
I am no one
The man alone at the alter holding the wilting rose
I am no one
Trapped within this pain only God and i alone know.
I am no one.
Standing alone at the bus stop in pouring rain
i am no one
Waiting behind you i hear you slander my good name
I am no one
Who waits on hold for hours and hours
I am no one
Who keeps silent as you abuse your power
I am no one
The lost soul slipping through societies fragile cracks
I am no one
From this tormented mind theres just no coming back.
I am no one
The stranger who passes that you wont look in the eye
I am no one
The one you constantly reject and deny
I am no one
Buried deep beneath the unmarked grave
I am no one
Who died on foriegn dirt so freedom could be saved
I am no one.
The memory
arrives
colder now.
Spring in
Phoenix,
a palace
of tan grass
beneath
our feet,
all of you
that remains.
The water
and the wind
still dancing
in my mind,
running
furiously
in my speech,
your quietness
appealing
to every trace
of what I was.
All of this
makes sense,
the way
anything
exists at all
makes sense.
Forgetting you
by degrees,
an impossible
arithmetic.
Keeps
me up nights,
wound up and
scorned
by your presence.
I search
for you,
your eyes
touched
by fire,
by impatience,
your voice,
trumpet calling
me home,
and I remained.
I search
for you,
but I
am
the missing one.
One is One a clue
All are blessed on the Earth
Sun in the Solar
YOU ARE RIGHT TO WRITE
I keep all of your letters in one neat pile
They stay on my desk in favor of a file
I keep them like that to remind me of your style
And don’t allow anyone ever to defile your smile
I envision that grin I love which graces your face
As I recall the comfort of your embryonic embrace
A great deal of people say “good things never last”
But please, girl, don’t ever become a part of my past
I am never alone because of the letters you send
And relaxation becomes mine when I read what you’ve penned
Then if missing you begins to hurt too much
I gaze at a photo of you that blesses my hutch
Magically looking at that pile makes me feel better
As I grow more in love with your every letter
The love I feel for you leaves me aghast
So please girl, never become a part of my past
© 2011.…..Poefree (SHE TREATENED TO DENY ME SOMETHING PLEASURABLE IF I DIDN'T
POST THIS POEM)
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