Living my life in your hands Because Father, you also own me Also, I am one of your sons I know that you have lots of other children Besides me Also, we are all siblings And we have each other We hope we are going to be here Tomorrow If our Father keep us alive Also, we love our life That our Father gave to us Yes, my siblings love me Are now teenager Also, I can't believe how fast they are growing Every year Soon their teenager life will be over And they will start living their youth life Also,
I need some peace
in my life
From people
Who knows me
And cares for me
I need to gain trust from
People
Also I want to live
In peace with people
I need plenty of sleep
So I go to bed early
Every night
And I have a good night sleep
I need to move on in life
Now that I fought with people
I need to live for today
I will plan for tomorrow
How I will live my life
I will go out to for fresh air
Every single day
Early in the morning
Because nobody will be aroun
Get over it
That is what people
Tell me to do
They tell me
I have a good
Life that I don't have to do
Anything for it
Everything is given to me
Get over it
You cried too much already
People say
I am a cry baby
I don't like when the
People tell me that
Makes me angry
I have my happy and sad days
Also I have days that I feel
Like crying
I stay all day in my room
With the door shut
Because I don't want people
Seeing me crying
Because that will make them
Wake up wake up
Children of God
It is now a new day
That our father brought
For us
So we must wake up now
Children you need to play
Outside during the Summer
With other kids in your
Neighborhood
Because you have lots
Of energy
And you need to use your
Energy
Playing all day outside
Soon today
Our father will
End this day
The sun will go
And you will see
The sunset
Shining in the night
Now finally the night
Is here
It is now 6:00 pm
It is now time
To say goodbye
To the
I intend to read at least a poem each day, which is contemporary.
Poem 1
https://thirdwednesdaymagazine.org/2024/10/02/silver-bullets-ron-koertge/
I like a layered poem, one I can reread and find more, one that evolves.
Tell me how I got this far
Praying for my Father
Every single night
Also, after I pray for my Father
He answers my prayer
And it makes me feel so happy
To have my prayer answered
By my Father
I know that I should think first
About me
Also, I should look after my health
It is very important to do for me
I could never leave without health
I still have good health Father
Also, I am not that young anymore
Because I already lived
My younger days a long time ago
My fa
Where did our love go?
For our father
Because we never gave
Any of our love back
To our father
And our father love
All of us without limits
Yes people
It was our father
That made us
With his holy hands
Many years ago
And also he placed us
Here on earth to live
We must tell our father
How much we just love
To live on earth
We are not telling our
Father a lie
We are telling him the
Truth
Also, we have built
Some faith in our father
This astoundingly cool performance by Ashphord Jackoway must not be missed in the official poetry video for The Poetry Verse.
THERE’S NOT A PERSON ALIVE
By David N. Donihue
There’s not a person alive
proud of every word
Not a person alive
With a past pitch perfect
A stainless soul lying undisturbed
Not a person alive
Who has what they need
As needs are in the mind
With imagination, a rabbit hole unending
illustrated by Robert g. Jerore
The Violin
It was an average size theater, capable of seating two hundred persons. Tonight it was filled to capacity. The variety of entertainment presented during this evenings program was very enjoyable. There had been two vocal solos; a small singing group; an orchestral presentation; twin pianos duet, and a flautist. The twenty minute intermission which allowed a comfort break was over, and the second half of the evenings program was near
A short spell between carrying out necessities brought on by illness here at home. The future is still a blur, however it does not seem to be getting worse. You might say it's like watching sand flow in a damaged hour glass. The grains of time will be deterred from passing through in a steady stream. Every now and then one grain plugs it up. That's when you have to wait to see what, when, where, and how soon the natural flow of life will continue once more. The stepping stones of life become a b
To all who may have wondered.
During the past 3 years I have had to make many changes in my life, as to what was of most importance to me. Being in my 26th year of retirement, this should not have been much of a problem.
(1) Writing was a top priority which I wanted to to be able to do at will;
(2) Creating graphic illustrations...using the computer to do so, was high on my list,
(3) sculpting, (carving in Plaster-of-Paris) was demanding as well.
For a short period
Many questions I have wanted to ask and instead of going to Administrators, I have been reading the back log of old posts.
It is time consuming, but I have enjoyed reading the thoughts, feelings, and words of comfort not concerning myself, but to other writers
whose lives have had as many, if not more, "ups and downs" than an elevator. I'll poke my nose in wherever and make comments...
even though many years have since past. I realize by doing so, these old posts come to the fore