Poems of Inspiration and Hope

A Mind of Beauty I could only see what was to be The dawning of a new day Birds flying through the air Chirping rhythmically along the way Blooms of all fragrances Colored my every step Even old memories make me smile Through some though, I have wept I find adversity around every corner It makes me stronger every day Can you not see me dancing Along my lonely way I seek nothing other than Inspiration in various forms To have and to want Are just part of lifes storms My umbrella of love Will protect me from the wet and cold For I have many years left Before I grow old Copyright 2008 Teresa Harr-Pena A Personal War Her arms shake as she lifts Shredded white cloth Strained by the burden She carries on her back Only to realize Surrendering for greed Is better than giving in To fear forever A single tear hovers Her strength to fight Is dwindling with each Step forward towards A line that carries Penalties to which She must face Her limbs Bruised and bleeding From running afar A stained path Guides the enemy For an artless retrieval At a volitional stance She begs not For nourishment Though her heart remains Useless and empty His tears dress her wounds Covering her chest With the flag She used to wear Cradling her body They sleep Awakening to A war that has ended Copyright 2008 Teresa Harr-Pena Never Alone As I sit and ponder A million miles I may wonder Yet here I sit All by myself I think of who's where Does anyone really care No one to talk to As I sit in solitude For endless miles Searching for smiles From another person Who sits alone So, here we are Looking at each other from afar You on your way Me on mine Waving to each other For we are never alone.

Two Bar Poems Two God Complain Poems

Portrait of an Old Bar In a Forgotten Neighborhood Oh, down at the bar the boys are playing, singing around the bar, on stools, chairs by tables they sit here and there did you hear what I whispered? I merely whispered here and there the boys sit, like pinned dogs in a cage locked as dead as dead is possible to exist and exist there still. I said, a poet once lived there I saw him singing and dying, around the bar, on stools. Across the room, a pool table made from corpse's, once there their ghosts exist there still as dead as dead is possible. Did you hear what I said? I merely meant how glad I am not to be there I'd be singing my songs with them and bragging and singing and lies.

Animated Fairy Pictures Inside My Atrium - Protected by Fantasy Art Warrior Women

Animated fairy pictures I thought I'd lost them but there within the pages of my notebook they are protected still by fantasy art warrior women. I long to know their resilience. Chinese floral prints origami folding instructions flower fairies garden ornaments kept safely here inside my notebook. Love poems written to the voice of creativity. I seek a solace. I seek a hidden world once bequeathed inside sweet poems. I am fairies in art that got lost in obituary searches. I somehow know I am not there yet so pack up your goddess post. There will always be ways to end a relationship this is not that story.

Candlesticks in a Den Poetic Prose

The Lord said, "I will kill her children with death, and her also... " and someone said, "But he is God, he does not do such things! " And someone said, an angel I believe: "... she is the one who will not repent of her sins, and she is the one who infects... and he is the one that searches the heart, of the many, yet she does not repent." I do believe, I am but a candlestick, one God can quickly blow out, remove from his den, from the place one once stood, to Satan's prisons, removed so the light is at best dim, removed from the tree that bears the fruit of God in his paradise, we are but candlesticks, I do believe, just candlesticks in a den.

Born Into Brothels - Unfortunate Children Need Love

Born into brothels Unfortunate children Though precious indeed Sadly they have great need As their parents are entangled Often in prostitution and drugs Yet like all other tender children They need love, affirmation, and hugs Would someone show mercy and care? Would someone look beyond and dare? To provide a future and hope to these Which circumstances have handled roughly Terrorizing their hearts brutishly and endlessly Orphans are many and most without a Daddy As for Mommy she often is engaged elsewhere Selling her body to men to earn wages and bus fare Trapped young ladies oppressed by manipulative pimps Controlling, diverting, disguising, and always domineering Dashing any hopes of love, life, and peace without strife The brothels are a place of ill repute and shamefully lewd Adorable children scathed by circumstances that are rude Have to hear foul language and see unimaginable acts crude Is it any wonder they cannot concentrate in school and feud To survive on the streets and struggle to protect themselves At what they call home and in their hearts wish to far away roam Born in brothels is a dreadful existence that makes every heart groan Yet somehow these kids can find hope when a caring soul arises Sees past he who despises and earnestly in expectation realizes That they too can be loved, lifted, nourished, and skillfully educated Taken beyond this gross society full of sin that has irreverently deviated Believing in the wonders of God, dreaming beyond the wretched and jaded Perhaps if just one meek soul could show love to a child feeling alienated A wonderful rescue of a beautiful child could occur in a world inebriated If just one person could fight for the innocent children and be infuriated A mighty deliverance could occur for a child who has prayed and waited.

Come Blessed Holy Spirit, Breathe Afresh on Me Living God and Live Through Me Mightily Unto Eternity

Wonderful Holy Spirit, blessed Holy Spirit of the living God You are my life, you are my love, you are my God above! Breathe afresh upon me, make my life what it ought to be Burn away the sin, flesh, rebellion, and stubbornness in me Take my life to the heights of heaven so I can dwell with Thee Give me a delightful and sustaining taste of inescapable eternity Lift my head high above the pain of the past so I might fully be All that you created me to fulfill throughout my life and destiny As you come gracious Holy Spirit and patiently work mightily in me I shall be transformed continually and arise to give you great glory Take this little boy, make him an honorable man, rewrite his life story.

Lies For Liberty and Homeland Security

Lies done for the sake of liberty Demonize all who disagree Personify dissidents horrifically Never listen patiently or wholeheartedly Run off bravely to war in Iraq hastily Secure the military industrial complex Ensure their ongoing pride and profits Never mind the loss of life among innocents Spew fear over the airwaves to all citizens Launch an executive order to regain power Remove power from the people to decide Trust in the arrogant President to chide Goad and get at all evil world dictators While our chief henchman becomes one himself Overthrow all dictators sitting on mineral resources Never mind false fabrications of WMD which we created That's right they were manufactured in the great U.

Poetry Writing - Write Great Poems Easily by Harnessing Your Imagination

Quality poetry is a good way to evoke the emotions and imagination of the people who read it. In order to write good poetry, you need to be able to establish rapport with your readers and offer them imagery and ideals that touch them deep inside. If you want to write good poetry easily and effortlessly, there is a powerful technique that you can use to help you. When writing poetry, use the following techniques to invoke your imagination, establish rapport with your audience and present your ideals in a meaningful way to the reader. 1. Decide on your concept. 2. Brainstorm your concept. 3.

Our Beautiful Predicament

She's beautiful, perfect and Oh-So pure; Your our Mother, we Love you, and we're Grateful to be here! We honor you, we respect you for all that you give; Without you... we'd have no place to live. We're sorry we hurt you, we were asleep at the time; But we're awake now, and we see that you are Oh-So Divine. We were silly to think that you were something to own; But you're alive, you're our Planet, your the place we call home. We're your children, you're our Mother, ánd it's time to play fair; There's plenty for everyone, if we just learn to share. There's no need to kill or fight one-another;

Claude Mckay - From a Patois Poet in Jamaica to Harlem Helping in Reinvigorating Black Literature

One of the most distinguished poets of our time Claude McKay was born in Sunny Ville, Jamaica, British West Indies in September 15, 1889, as the youngest of eleven children of his peasant parents in Jamaica, Thomas Francis and Ann Elizabeth (Edwards) McKay. McKay's family was fairly well off having received land from the bride's and the groom's fathers.He. is mostly known by his much-quoted sonnet: "If we Must Die" which was popularized during World War II by British Prime Minister, Sir Winston Churchill. Raised in Sunny Ville, in Clarendon Hills Parish by a compassionate mother and a stern father who passed on to his children much of the Ashanti customs and traditions of Ghana where he hailed from, his poetry demonstrates his undying attachment to his roots and a deep affection for Clarendon where he was born and raised.