Heartprints
Each thing I touch leaves fingerprints
The human eye can’t see.
My prints are all uniquely mine,
And my identity.
But I would like to leave heartprints
On those I touch today;
Heartprints of kindness and concern,
That point them to the way.
I want to find some souls in need,
And touch them tenderly,
While leaving heartprints of compassion
That the eye can’t see.
And may they feel the Savior’s love
In everything I do.
So in the heartprints that I leave,
That pure love will shine through.
Betty Jo lives in Garden Grove, California, with Rowland, her husband of over sixty years. She has three children, six grandchildren, and two great grandsons. She started writing poems as a child. Betty has two published books. Her poems have also been featured in books, newspapers, and other periodicals, as well as dozens of sites on the Internet. She was recently inducted into the Aviation Poetry Hall of Fame. She continues to write poems that come straight from her heart – poems which honor and reflect her love for the Lord. Her poems are also available on her personal Website, www.BettyJoMings.com
Monday, April 29, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
You are to me--By Anna-Marie Docherty--Wales
You are to me
A pretty thing you are to me,
more beautiful than blossom tree.
Happy and jovial you make me grin,
with you in my life I always win.
Where sands of time have all run dry,
and Heavens clouds have passed me by.
Those oceans vast I'd sail to view,
were it end of Earth I'd come find you.
Without you I'd be set to fall,
for you are to me my life, my all.
You're my loved one that I adore,
my sweetness, precious-one, amour.
Anna-Marie Docherty lives in Pembrokeshire, Wales, UK and is often inspired by nature and the world around her. Having been writing poetry now for 4 - 5 years, her works have developed in structure and form as well as using free verse in her writing as she walks this endless art form and creativity in her thirst to further learn. Letting the pen and the muse dictate topic and form both humour, religion, nature or the serious subject might be touched upon therefore keeping the writing fresh and easy to read by those who follow. Writing both as given name above and pen name anaisnais through the net, examples of poems can be found both in Snippets, an anthology of short verse by various international poets, compiled by Karen O'Leary and Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson; also Pink Panther magazine, an anthology written by several poets and artists on feminist issues in our environment and various poems on the internet for taster.
A pretty thing you are to me,
more beautiful than blossom tree.
Happy and jovial you make me grin,
with you in my life I always win.
Where sands of time have all run dry,
and Heavens clouds have passed me by.
Those oceans vast I'd sail to view,
were it end of Earth I'd come find you.
Without you I'd be set to fall,
for you are to me my life, my all.
You're my loved one that I adore,
my sweetness, precious-one, amour.
Anna-Marie Docherty lives in Pembrokeshire, Wales, UK and is often inspired by nature and the world around her. Having been writing poetry now for 4 - 5 years, her works have developed in structure and form as well as using free verse in her writing as she walks this endless art form and creativity in her thirst to further learn. Letting the pen and the muse dictate topic and form both humour, religion, nature or the serious subject might be touched upon therefore keeping the writing fresh and easy to read by those who follow. Writing both as given name above and pen name anaisnais through the net, examples of poems can be found both in Snippets, an anthology of short verse by various international poets, compiled by Karen O'Leary and Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson; also Pink Panther magazine, an anthology written by several poets and artists on feminist issues in our environment and various poems on the internet for taster.
With Memories--By Pam Murray--Canada
With Memories
Living among the shadows
Wind in the new Spring leaves
I finally reawaken.
Gone is the one who grieves.
I suddenly thought about you
And realized you are gone.
But life is still full around me
And parts of you linger on.
I hear you at dawn. I listen
As you say it’s time to go
On with the dreams we once had.
Now it is time to grow
Just like the earth around me.
There’s so much life to give.
With memories wrapped around me
I can begin to live.
Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s. She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson. Pam has been published in a variety of venues. Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada. To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind. Writing and crocheting are her passions.
Living among the shadows
Wind in the new Spring leaves
I finally reawaken.
Gone is the one who grieves.
I suddenly thought about you
And realized you are gone.
But life is still full around me
And parts of you linger on.
I hear you at dawn. I listen
As you say it’s time to go
On with the dreams we once had.
Now it is time to grow
Just like the earth around me.
There’s so much life to give.
With memories wrapped around me
I can begin to live.
Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s. She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson. Pam has been published in a variety of venues. Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada. To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind. Writing and crocheting are her passions.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Wax Slides--By Kevin Bates--United States
Wax Slides
The wax slides as
my mind ponders the
obscure road ahead.
We are smiling as peace
outweighs problems.
Embrace love!
Kevin Bates is an avid reader. You will find him reading everyday books of non-fiction or poetry online. He loves family, sports, reading and writing poetry. He has one handsome son and grandson. He hopes to one day be published, bring a smile, and help many through his poetry. He lives outside Houston, Texas and can find him reading or writing right now.
The wax slides as
my mind ponders the
obscure road ahead.
We are smiling as peace
outweighs problems.
Embrace love!
Kevin Bates is an avid reader. You will find him reading everyday books of non-fiction or poetry online. He loves family, sports, reading and writing poetry. He has one handsome son and grandson. He hopes to one day be published, bring a smile, and help many through his poetry. He lives outside Houston, Texas and can find him reading or writing right now.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Nature’s Glory--By Christina R. Jussaume--United States
Nature’s Glory
The glory of Lord does surround
See mountain wildflower beauty
Be thankful for gifts He does give
Waterfalls cascade by His will
His way like homemade is the best
Trust Him to upgrade for better
Twinkling stars displayed give us wish
Remember story of the loaves of bread and fish
Birds of the air know He’ll provide
Herds of animals find pasture
Words we hear allow emotion
The sea’s waves crest as they reach shore
We are blessed to live on His earth
Please Him as a quest in your life
In each bird’s nest feel great delight
Through prayer Lord will guide you during the day and night
Christina R. Jussaume is a Christian Author of 9 poetry books. She has had many poems published in anthologies and fundraisers. She has won many awards for her poetry including Best Spiritual Poetry award from Christianstorytelling.com. Her first book, My Walk with Jesus, received this award and began her journey toward fulfillment as a Style Tutor now on the Alliance of Poets. All of her books except the first book were published by apfpublisher.com.
The glory of Lord does surround
See mountain wildflower beauty
Be thankful for gifts He does give
Waterfalls cascade by His will
His way like homemade is the best
Trust Him to upgrade for better
Twinkling stars displayed give us wish
Remember story of the loaves of bread and fish
Birds of the air know He’ll provide
Herds of animals find pasture
Words we hear allow emotion
The sea’s waves crest as they reach shore
We are blessed to live on His earth
Please Him as a quest in your life
In each bird’s nest feel great delight
Through prayer Lord will guide you during the day and night
Christina R. Jussaume is a Christian Author of 9 poetry books. She has had many poems published in anthologies and fundraisers. She has won many awards for her poetry including Best Spiritual Poetry award from Christianstorytelling.com. Her first book, My Walk with Jesus, received this award and began her journey toward fulfillment as a Style Tutor now on the Alliance of Poets. All of her books except the first book were published by apfpublisher.com.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Bitter Winds--By George L. Ellison--England
Bitter Winds
The forecast is for bitter winds
Hail and sleet and snow
When I ask will it ever end
I simply do not know
It seems to me to have been like this
For a year; a day give or take
So surely the end must now be in sight
Those bitter winds will relent and leave take
What joy there will be when settled weather
Once more graces us with its presence
Shining sun and azure blue skies
A joy to behold in some measure
George L. Ellison is a writer of poetry and short stories. He as published two books called Poetic Reminiscences and Weaving Words. George lives with his wife and dogs in Chester-Le-Street, County Durham in England. He is a member of The Writers and Poetry Alliance. He is currently working on his new project as well as learning to play the saxophone at the Sage Gateshead!
The forecast is for bitter winds
Hail and sleet and snow
When I ask will it ever end
I simply do not know
It seems to me to have been like this
For a year; a day give or take
So surely the end must now be in sight
Those bitter winds will relent and leave take
What joy there will be when settled weather
Once more graces us with its presence
Shining sun and azure blue skies
A joy to behold in some measure
George L. Ellison is a writer of poetry and short stories. He as published two books called Poetic Reminiscences and Weaving Words. George lives with his wife and dogs in Chester-Le-Street, County Durham in England. He is a member of The Writers and Poetry Alliance. He is currently working on his new project as well as learning to play the saxophone at the Sage Gateshead!
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Shakespeare's Day--By Joyce Johnson--United States
Shakespeare's Day
Would we be as prolific then
As Will with only a quill pen?
Imagine writing all those plays
Without the help of modern ways.
It must have taken a long time
To write each brilliant word and rhyme.
Is there a poet of this day
Who writes in that old-fashioned way?
I fear my fingers would have cramped
And my enthusiasm damped
if my keyboard were whisked away
And I found myself in Shakespeare's day.
I think I'd never be a poet
If with ink and quill, I had to show it.
Joyce Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce will celebrate her 95th birthday in July of 2013.
Would we be as prolific then
As Will with only a quill pen?
Imagine writing all those plays
Without the help of modern ways.
It must have taken a long time
To write each brilliant word and rhyme.
Is there a poet of this day
Who writes in that old-fashioned way?
I fear my fingers would have cramped
And my enthusiasm damped
if my keyboard were whisked away
And I found myself in Shakespeare's day.
I think I'd never be a poet
If with ink and quill, I had to show it.
Joyce Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce will celebrate her 95th birthday in July of 2013.
Happiness Lives--By Erich J. Goller--United States
Happiness Lives
( Free Verse)
As dark turns to light
Church bells chiming soft and low
Bringing hope and peace
Blessings that are daily ours
Like the fragrance of flowers
Enjoy all tomorrows
Without fear the way ahead
Heavenly forever linked
Feel Him in the gentle wind
Happiness shall live
Showered with blessings.
Erich J. Goller was born in Vienna, Austria. A close world war two survivor, in 1955, he immigrated to California, where he made his living as a mechanic and as an actor. He been married for 56 years, has one daughter and one son. He is a published author of seven books. He now resides In Nashville, Tennessee, still loves to write, also enjoys doing art work. His web site, www.poetvienna.com
( Free Verse)
As dark turns to light
Church bells chiming soft and low
Bringing hope and peace
Blessings that are daily ours
Like the fragrance of flowers
Enjoy all tomorrows
Without fear the way ahead
Heavenly forever linked
Feel Him in the gentle wind
Happiness shall live
Showered with blessings.
Erich J. Goller was born in Vienna, Austria. A close world war two survivor, in 1955, he immigrated to California, where he made his living as a mechanic and as an actor. He been married for 56 years, has one daughter and one son. He is a published author of seven books. He now resides In Nashville, Tennessee, still loves to write, also enjoys doing art work. His web site, www.poetvienna.com
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Shuttlecock (Clerihew)--By Jane Richer--Canada
Shuttlecock (Clerihew)
William Tell has finally broken his bow
He is now giving a new sport a go
Once more he has to hit a little birdie
But no longer does he fear a smelly turdy!
Jane Richer is a poet and writer who lives in Alberta, Canada
and is so far published only online. She loves to poke fun at herself
and rather likes to write tongue-in-cheek poetry but she will dabble
in all kinds of genres to widen her creative nature. She loves to 'sister'-
(write a complimentary poem) and feels that is the greatest form of
acknowledgment and respect in expression for another poet's talent.
William Tell has finally broken his bow
He is now giving a new sport a go
Once more he has to hit a little birdie
But no longer does he fear a smelly turdy!
Jane Richer is a poet and writer who lives in Alberta, Canada
and is so far published only online. She loves to poke fun at herself
and rather likes to write tongue-in-cheek poetry but she will dabble
in all kinds of genres to widen her creative nature. She loves to 'sister'-
(write a complimentary poem) and feels that is the greatest form of
acknowledgment and respect in expression for another poet's talent.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
If You’re Lucky--By Maralee Gerke--United States
If You’re Lucky
you share the same
favorite star;
you know- the brightest one
in the center of Orion’s belt
or sit side by side
barefoot in the sand
watching waves break
on an empty beach
walk through a dusty
marketplace, holding hands,
laughing, eating figs, wrapping
yourself in vermilion silk
And if you’re very lucky
you can hold the
wounded half of your soul
in trembling arms
until it can no longer stay.
Then release it
like the whitest dove to soar,
while you, rooted to the earth
stand and watch it go.
Maralee Gerke lives and writes in Madras, Oregon. She is and avid reader and gardener. She describes herself as a work in progress. Her poems have been published in Calyx, Exit Thirteen, Moonset, Bathtub Gin, Anthology, Nerve Cowboy, Avocet, and Tigers Eye. She has published two books of poems and has had poetry and prose accepted in several anthologies. Her work can be seen online at Shadow Poetry, Long Story Short, and Moontown Café. She recently recorded 4 poems for the Oregon Poetic Voices Project. They can be heard at oregonpoeticvoices.org One of her poems( Refuge) was recently selected to be printed as a limited edition broadside by the Penland School of Crafts.
you share the same
favorite star;
you know- the brightest one
in the center of Orion’s belt
or sit side by side
barefoot in the sand
watching waves break
on an empty beach
walk through a dusty
marketplace, holding hands,
laughing, eating figs, wrapping
yourself in vermilion silk
And if you’re very lucky
you can hold the
wounded half of your soul
in trembling arms
until it can no longer stay.
Then release it
like the whitest dove to soar,
while you, rooted to the earth
stand and watch it go.
Maralee Gerke lives and writes in Madras, Oregon. She is and avid reader and gardener. She describes herself as a work in progress. Her poems have been published in Calyx, Exit Thirteen, Moonset, Bathtub Gin, Anthology, Nerve Cowboy, Avocet, and Tigers Eye. She has published two books of poems and has had poetry and prose accepted in several anthologies. Her work can be seen online at Shadow Poetry, Long Story Short, and Moontown Café. She recently recorded 4 poems for the Oregon Poetic Voices Project. They can be heard at oregonpoeticvoices.org One of her poems( Refuge) was recently selected to be printed as a limited edition broadside by the Penland School of Crafts.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Jak--By Ralph Stott--England
Jak
I swam over the North Pole.
I sat on Mt Everest, there to skim stones
In tropical springs.
I fished for Marlin over the Sahara.
These ancient names, hold
Little wonder;
They are dead to me.
I held dust, said to be that of
Pyramids, from time-worn civilizations;
Difficult to prove
Though, I cling onto this fragment anyway,
Like some may well do,
For my name, etched,
Onto this pebble.
Ralph Stott was born in Kent, England in 1957. He is married and has two daughters. He studied design at the Medway College of Design in the mid-70's. Expressing ideas through the written/visual media, has always interested him. Ralph began to dedicate more time to poetry with The Writers and Poetry Alliance, in particular the 'Stylists' forum, over the last 3 years. He has self published one book called Legends For Lunchtime; a collection of short stories and has a second book pending called Twist and Twist Again, which is a collection of Twister poems, a form he created.
I swam over the North Pole.
I sat on Mt Everest, there to skim stones
In tropical springs.
I fished for Marlin over the Sahara.
These ancient names, hold
Little wonder;
They are dead to me.
I held dust, said to be that of
Pyramids, from time-worn civilizations;
Difficult to prove
Though, I cling onto this fragment anyway,
Like some may well do,
For my name, etched,
Onto this pebble.
Ralph Stott was born in Kent, England in 1957. He is married and has two daughters. He studied design at the Medway College of Design in the mid-70's. Expressing ideas through the written/visual media, has always interested him. Ralph began to dedicate more time to poetry with The Writers and Poetry Alliance, in particular the 'Stylists' forum, over the last 3 years. He has self published one book called Legends For Lunchtime; a collection of short stories and has a second book pending called Twist and Twist Again, which is a collection of Twister poems, a form he created.
The View From the Hills--By Jack Clubb--United States
The View From the Hills
We are only here for a moment.
Look out the windows now
And imagine a kaleidoscope turning round,
Then stop at the place where this land
Will be five hundred years from now.
What will be here?
A great cluster of condominiums?
A busy city? Will there be people?
Who will they be? Will they be advanced,
Shuttling here and there in small helicopters
Or will they be primitive,
Hunting for food with bows and arrows?
Will Los Angeles be a crowded city
With great tall buildings and endless millions of people
Or will this be a land of huge, mutant ants
Bustling about their great colony?
Enjoy the windows and the view.
Today it is ours,
Tomorrow it will belong to someone else
Or something else. But today it is ours.
Jack Clubb has had short stories published in publications such as Black Creek Review, Coffee-Ground Breakfast, The Magic of Words, Northern Stars, Opinion Magazine, Rockford Review, Sunrise, The Taylor Trust, and Voices From The Valley. He has also had several hundred poems published in the United States, the United Kingdom, and India. Jack is grateful every time an editor gives one of his poems an opportunity to sing or gives him the opportunity to tell a story as he writes feverishly from his century-old house at the foot of the Silver Lake Hills in Los Angeles.
We are only here for a moment.
Look out the windows now
And imagine a kaleidoscope turning round,
Then stop at the place where this land
Will be five hundred years from now.
What will be here?
A great cluster of condominiums?
A busy city? Will there be people?
Who will they be? Will they be advanced,
Shuttling here and there in small helicopters
Or will they be primitive,
Hunting for food with bows and arrows?
Will Los Angeles be a crowded city
With great tall buildings and endless millions of people
Or will this be a land of huge, mutant ants
Bustling about their great colony?
Enjoy the windows and the view.
Today it is ours,
Tomorrow it will belong to someone else
Or something else. But today it is ours.
Jack Clubb has had short stories published in publications such as Black Creek Review, Coffee-Ground Breakfast, The Magic of Words, Northern Stars, Opinion Magazine, Rockford Review, Sunrise, The Taylor Trust, and Voices From The Valley. He has also had several hundred poems published in the United States, the United Kingdom, and India. Jack is grateful every time an editor gives one of his poems an opportunity to sing or gives him the opportunity to tell a story as he writes feverishly from his century-old house at the foot of the Silver Lake Hills in Los Angeles.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Announcements/Publishing and Contest Opportunity Guidelines
THESE OPPORTUNITIES ARE OPEN TO CONTRIBUTORS ONLY--5 LINE LIMIT. PLEASE READ GUIDELINES CAREFULLY. THOSE NOT MEETING THE GUIDELINES WILL BE RETURNED TO SUBMITTER.
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ANNOUNCEMENTS
This section is for sharing publication successes, posting websites of contributors, and other writing accomplishments. Please include contact information for book releases and websites.
Each announcement should start out with the contributor’s name. Here are some examples--
1. John Smith released a new book of poetry called The Pen Flows. More information regarding the book is available at www.newbook.com
2. Jane Smith has a website called Poetry and More, www.poetryandmore.com
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PUBLICATION/CONTEST OPPORTUNITIES
This section is for sharing information in which submissions are being requested. These should be family friendly opportunities. It is up to each individual to research the opportunity before submitting. Here are a few examples
1. Jane Smith, the editor of Poetry Time, is seeking poetry 20 lines or less for her print magazine. Complete guidelines are available at www.poetrytime.com
2. John Smith is seeking poetry for a nature anthology not yet named. The deadline is __________. Please contact him at ystack@yahoo.com for more information.
3. Jane Smith is requesting poetry for a contest on the topic of memories. Proceeds will go to various abuse shelters in New York City. See details at www.homeless.org
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THESE ADS ARE NOT PROMOTED BY THE EDITOR, AND THE EDITOR WILL NOT BE RESEARCHING EACH ONE. THE EDITOR BEARS NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR INACCURATE INFORMATION SUBMITTED BY CONTRIBUTORS. IF ANY AD IS FOUND FALSE, THE EDITOR RESERVES THE RIGHT TO REMOVE THE INFORMATION.
Please send ads to be considered to gksm@cableone.net The deadline is the 25th of each month before publishing. The first deadline is April 25, 2013. The ads will be published the first week of each month. Ads submitted after the deadline will be held for the next publication period.
Feel free to contact me with any questions. The editor reserves the right to publish longer ads. If more space is needed than the 5 lines, please contact the editor at the above email address.
It is a pleasure to bring you this new opportunity. Thank you for being a part of the Whispers community.
Sincerely,
Karen O’Leary
Whispers’ Editor
**********
ANNOUNCEMENTS
This section is for sharing publication successes, posting websites of contributors, and other writing accomplishments. Please include contact information for book releases and websites.
Each announcement should start out with the contributor’s name. Here are some examples--
1. John Smith released a new book of poetry called The Pen Flows. More information regarding the book is available at www.newbook.com
2. Jane Smith has a website called Poetry and More, www.poetryandmore.com
**********
PUBLICATION/CONTEST OPPORTUNITIES
This section is for sharing information in which submissions are being requested. These should be family friendly opportunities. It is up to each individual to research the opportunity before submitting. Here are a few examples
1. Jane Smith, the editor of Poetry Time, is seeking poetry 20 lines or less for her print magazine. Complete guidelines are available at www.poetrytime.com
2. John Smith is seeking poetry for a nature anthology not yet named. The deadline is __________. Please contact him at ystack@yahoo.com for more information.
3. Jane Smith is requesting poetry for a contest on the topic of memories. Proceeds will go to various abuse shelters in New York City. See details at www.homeless.org
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THESE ADS ARE NOT PROMOTED BY THE EDITOR, AND THE EDITOR WILL NOT BE RESEARCHING EACH ONE. THE EDITOR BEARS NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR INACCURATE INFORMATION SUBMITTED BY CONTRIBUTORS. IF ANY AD IS FOUND FALSE, THE EDITOR RESERVES THE RIGHT TO REMOVE THE INFORMATION.
Please send ads to be considered to gksm@cableone.net The deadline is the 25th of each month before publishing. The first deadline is April 25, 2013. The ads will be published the first week of each month. Ads submitted after the deadline will be held for the next publication period.
Feel free to contact me with any questions. The editor reserves the right to publish longer ads. If more space is needed than the 5 lines, please contact the editor at the above email address.
It is a pleasure to bring you this new opportunity. Thank you for being a part of the Whispers community.
Sincerely,
Karen O’Leary
Whispers’ Editor
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Dance in Your Trials--By Charlene McCutcheon--United States
Dance in Your Trials
Gently they fall, like dew from the heavens,
Words of great comfort to my weary soul.
Thine adversity shall be but a small moment.
Endure it well and by angels it shall be told.
Fear not, if raging storms around you gather.
Black clouds; destruction seems to threaten.
Take courage child, the Lord is ever with you,
Ordering all things for your good from heav'n.
Rejoice in 'angels' that are always beckoning;
Good thoughts are sent from heaven above,
To strengthen, guide you back home to Him,
Just focus on 'angels'. Obey His offered love.
Pray, thanking Him even in all your adversity.
Dance in trials; He uses them for His purpose.
Yes! Glory in tribulation. It works patience;
Patience, experience and more hope in Jesus.
Charlene McCutcheon is a 73 year old, wife, mother of seven, grandmother of thirty and great-grandmother of 14. She has just discovered her voice through poetry within the last few years. Her former ways of expression have been through the media of arts and crafts. Her desire to share herself with others for their benefit has been the motivating factor in all her endeavors. She loves life, work, play and most of all people.
Gently they fall, like dew from the heavens,
Words of great comfort to my weary soul.
Thine adversity shall be but a small moment.
Endure it well and by angels it shall be told.
Fear not, if raging storms around you gather.
Black clouds; destruction seems to threaten.
Take courage child, the Lord is ever with you,
Ordering all things for your good from heav'n.
Rejoice in 'angels' that are always beckoning;
Good thoughts are sent from heaven above,
To strengthen, guide you back home to Him,
Just focus on 'angels'. Obey His offered love.
Pray, thanking Him even in all your adversity.
Dance in trials; He uses them for His purpose.
Yes! Glory in tribulation. It works patience;
Patience, experience and more hope in Jesus.
Charlene McCutcheon is a 73 year old, wife, mother of seven, grandmother of thirty and great-grandmother of 14. She has just discovered her voice through poetry within the last few years. Her former ways of expression have been through the media of arts and crafts. Her desire to share herself with others for their benefit has been the motivating factor in all her endeavors. She loves life, work, play and most of all people.
Daffodils--By Yvonne Sparkes--England
Daffodils
Clumps of Daffodils shelter by the wall,
Kept safe and warm by new snowfall.
They look so snug and warm, sleepy too,
Getting ready for new birth and view.
This touches my heart, when I behold,
Nature midst it`s trials, can then unfold
Such joy, and hope, when their bright faces show
Bobbing yellow flowers, that nestled in the snow.
Born on Feb. 27, 1940 in Barkingside, Essex, England, Yvonne Sparkes, immigrated to New York in April, 1948 with her parents. She now resides in Chelmsford, Essex and has two sons. She has a book published by Cyberwit called Captured Images. A writer for many years, Yvonne has been published in Israel, Germany, France, Australia, America, and Britain. She has read her poetry in public at Church and Knockout Competitions. Her hobbies are travel, the arts, reading, hiking, taking her Scottish Terrier for walks, and spending time with family and friends.
Clumps of Daffodils shelter by the wall,
Kept safe and warm by new snowfall.
They look so snug and warm, sleepy too,
Getting ready for new birth and view.
This touches my heart, when I behold,
Nature midst it`s trials, can then unfold
Such joy, and hope, when their bright faces show
Bobbing yellow flowers, that nestled in the snow.
Born on Feb. 27, 1940 in Barkingside, Essex, England, Yvonne Sparkes, immigrated to New York in April, 1948 with her parents. She now resides in Chelmsford, Essex and has two sons. She has a book published by Cyberwit called Captured Images. A writer for many years, Yvonne has been published in Israel, Germany, France, Australia, America, and Britain. She has read her poetry in public at Church and Knockout Competitions. Her hobbies are travel, the arts, reading, hiking, taking her Scottish Terrier for walks, and spending time with family and friends.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
For Light of Love-- By Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson--Canary Islands
For Light of Love
I close eyes for light of love to be
Glimmering brightly inside of me
A light created by love I know
That I pray will get a brighter glow
So I can see the way to be free
I hope it gets strong enough for me
To walk on it for Heaven to see
So I float light like feather you blow
For Light of Love
Light must develop inside agree
For love is the only guarantee
It’s all that’s needed to make you grow
Completely light in soul so you flow
Home to that Heaven above, whoopee!
For Light of Love
Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson is a coal miner’s daughter, the only girl among 6 lads. A young mother to a son, she became a widow before she turned 18. Patricia, then, married her childhood sweetheart who fathered her lovely son and two wonderful daughters. Her children encouraged her to pursue her own talents. After 51 years of marriage, she became a widow again recently. She fills her time with poetry, helping others whenever she can.
I close eyes for light of love to be
Glimmering brightly inside of me
A light created by love I know
That I pray will get a brighter glow
So I can see the way to be free
I hope it gets strong enough for me
To walk on it for Heaven to see
So I float light like feather you blow
For Light of Love
Light must develop inside agree
For love is the only guarantee
It’s all that’s needed to make you grow
Completely light in soul so you flow
Home to that Heaven above, whoopee!
For Light of Love
Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson is a coal miner’s daughter, the only girl among 6 lads. A young mother to a son, she became a widow before she turned 18. Patricia, then, married her childhood sweetheart who fathered her lovely son and two wonderful daughters. Her children encouraged her to pursue her own talents. After 51 years of marriage, she became a widow again recently. She fills her time with poetry, helping others whenever she can.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Shadows--By Linda Hurdwell--England
Shadows
The snow a white and ebbing tide
While shadows creep behind and hide
Oh come full moon I do implore
Bring back my shadow ever more.
The trees, the birds, the deep blue sea
Transparent in their growing plea
Seeking shadows to follow through
Leave their footprints in all they do.
Reflections of my human frame
Hovering near, always the same
My phantom friend ever there
Waiting for my steps to share
Harbouring insecure dreams
Leaning over, transparent seams
My shadow, unique for me
Standing back for all to see.
Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years. She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born. She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published. Although now a pensioner, she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week. Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.
The snow a white and ebbing tide
While shadows creep behind and hide
Oh come full moon I do implore
Bring back my shadow ever more.
The trees, the birds, the deep blue sea
Transparent in their growing plea
Seeking shadows to follow through
Leave their footprints in all they do.
Reflections of my human frame
Hovering near, always the same
My phantom friend ever there
Waiting for my steps to share
Harbouring insecure dreams
Leaning over, transparent seams
My shadow, unique for me
Standing back for all to see.
Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years. She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born. She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published. Although now a pensioner, she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week. Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Liberation--By Karen O'Leary--United States
Liberation
Open fields, unfettered
by walls and concrete
speak to my soul,
freeing my spirit to soar.
Green fields, uncluttered
by sandwiched buildings
touch my heart,
helping me to hope.
Natural fields, untainted
by industries’ greed
clear my mind,
daring me to dream.
Flower-sprinkled fields, unsoiled
by strewn litter
enchant my eyes
giving me a glimpse of God.
Thank you to Connie Marcum Wong for encouraging me to share this poem at Whispers.
Karen O'Leary is a freelance writer/editor from West Fargo, ND. Her poetry, short stories, and articles have been published in a variety of venues. She released her first book of poetry in 2011 called Whispers... published by A.P.F. Publisher. Their second project, Snippets...an anthology of short verse, contains poetry from 73 talented writers from across the world and was released in 2012. Karen is a member of The Writers and Poetry Alliance and the Haiku Society of America.
Open fields, unfettered
by walls and concrete
speak to my soul,
freeing my spirit to soar.
Green fields, uncluttered
by sandwiched buildings
touch my heart,
helping me to hope.
Natural fields, untainted
by industries’ greed
clear my mind,
daring me to dream.
Flower-sprinkled fields, unsoiled
by strewn litter
enchant my eyes
giving me a glimpse of God.
Thank you to Connie Marcum Wong for encouraging me to share this poem at Whispers.
Karen O'Leary is a freelance writer/editor from West Fargo, ND. Her poetry, short stories, and articles have been published in a variety of venues. She released her first book of poetry in 2011 called Whispers... published by A.P.F. Publisher. Their second project, Snippets...an anthology of short verse, contains poetry from 73 talented writers from across the world and was released in 2012. Karen is a member of The Writers and Poetry Alliance and the Haiku Society of America.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Vale of Tears--By Terry O’Leary--France
Vale of Tears
She walks along an avenue
some call the Vale of Tears.
Her sorrow sheds a drop of dew,
from eyes that vail a tear.
She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,
behind a veil of tears.
But can she flee from sadness, yet
with no avail of tears?
In time, the Rue of No Regrets
will countervail her tears.
Terry O’Leary defines himself as "A physicist lacking gravity...".
She walks along an avenue
some call the Vale of Tears.
Her sorrow sheds a drop of dew,
from eyes that vail a tear.
She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,
behind a veil of tears.
But can she flee from sadness, yet
with no avail of tears?
In time, the Rue of No Regrets
will countervail her tears.
Terry O’Leary defines himself as "A physicist lacking gravity...".
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Tanka--By Gert W. Knop--Germany
Tanka
German
Schmetterlinge im Tanz
Sommerreigen am Nachmittag
Mosaik der Natur
Von ferne der Ruf eines Kuckucks
Aus seinem unsichtbaren Versteck
English
The dance of Butterflies
Summer roundelay in the afternoon
A mosaic of Nature
From the distance the cry of a cuckoo
Out of his invisible hiding
Spanish
Baile de mariposas
Corro de verano en la trade
Mosaico de la naturaleza
Desde la distancia el grito de un cuco
Fuera de su escondite invisible
Italian
Farfalle nella danza
Danza estate nel pomeriggio
Mosaico della natura
Da lontano il grido di un cuculo
Dal suo invisibile nascondiglio
Gert W. Knop, born in 1943, studies art and tropical agriculture in Germany and Scotland (University of Edinburgh). He has lived in many different countries and writes mainly in German, English and Spanish. He currently resides in Zittau (Saxony), Germany.
German
Schmetterlinge im Tanz
Sommerreigen am Nachmittag
Mosaik der Natur
Von ferne der Ruf eines Kuckucks
Aus seinem unsichtbaren Versteck
English
The dance of Butterflies
Summer roundelay in the afternoon
A mosaic of Nature
From the distance the cry of a cuckoo
Out of his invisible hiding
Spanish
Baile de mariposas
Corro de verano en la trade
Mosaico de la naturaleza
Desde la distancia el grito de un cuco
Fuera de su escondite invisible
Italian
Farfalle nella danza
Danza estate nel pomeriggio
Mosaico della natura
Da lontano il grido di un cuculo
Dal suo invisibile nascondiglio
Gert W. Knop, born in 1943, studies art and tropical agriculture in Germany and Scotland (University of Edinburgh). He has lived in many different countries and writes mainly in German, English and Spanish. He currently resides in Zittau (Saxony), Germany.
My Dreams Are Real--By Robert Hewett Sr.--United States
My Dreams Are Real
My dreams are real, that’s how I feel,
When I awake it is the real deal.
Each night I dream of love so bold,
with the vision that I behold.
When daylight comes I find you here,
I know my dreams have quelled my fear.
You are in my dreams day and night,
with loving eyes and heart just right.
In my dreams I can see you there,
with flowers in your golden hair.
When I come home I find you here
with brand new flowers very near.
My dreams are real each night I sleep.
I never dream that I will weep.
Our hearts are in each other’s thoughts,
never fearing what life has brought.
I love you; I can’t ever be blue,
My dreams are real, you made them true.
Robert Hewett Sr. was born in 1933 on a Texas cotton farm. He moved to Oklahoma City at Age 14 and entered the U. S Army from there in 1953. Robert has been writing poetry and short stories for his family and himself since his teen years, but is just now publishing his collection of works. His hobbies include writing poetry and stories; clock and watch collections; gardening and growing flowers and shrubs from cuttings. Most of his poetry tells a story, a gift from his father who was a master story teller. He has received numerous awards for his work in his professional life and for his writing. You can find some of his writings at "roberthewettsr.hubpages.com"
My dreams are real, that’s how I feel,
When I awake it is the real deal.
Each night I dream of love so bold,
with the vision that I behold.
When daylight comes I find you here,
I know my dreams have quelled my fear.
You are in my dreams day and night,
with loving eyes and heart just right.
In my dreams I can see you there,
with flowers in your golden hair.
When I come home I find you here
with brand new flowers very near.
My dreams are real each night I sleep.
I never dream that I will weep.
Our hearts are in each other’s thoughts,
never fearing what life has brought.
I love you; I can’t ever be blue,
My dreams are real, you made them true.
Robert Hewett Sr. was born in 1933 on a Texas cotton farm. He moved to Oklahoma City at Age 14 and entered the U. S Army from there in 1953. Robert has been writing poetry and short stories for his family and himself since his teen years, but is just now publishing his collection of works. His hobbies include writing poetry and stories; clock and watch collections; gardening and growing flowers and shrubs from cuttings. Most of his poetry tells a story, a gift from his father who was a master story teller. He has received numerous awards for his work in his professional life and for his writing. You can find some of his writings at "roberthewettsr.hubpages.com"
Spring Run Off--By Phyllis Babcock--Canada
Spring Run Off
Fast flowing rivers of spring
Diverting, shooting around rocks
Eroding banks along the shore line
Water moves, furious and icy cold
Gushing along at a hurried pace
Budding trees, cling to surrounding banks
Once barren, new life has sprung
New sprinkling of color amongst shades of green
Regrowth, regeneration, a new season arrives.
Phyllis Babcock was born in Saskatchewan, Canada in 1951 and currently resides in Regina with her husband. She has been blessed with two wonderful sons and daughter-in-laws. She has two grandsons and two granddaughters. She started writing poetry in 2004 and joined Poetry Soup site in 2006. She has been published in two anthologies, On Butterfly Wings and Snippets. Her work has also appeared on Poetry.com and in a local seniors’ newspaper. She feels writing has been a wonderful journey, meeting many new poets and writers along the way.
Fast flowing rivers of spring
Diverting, shooting around rocks
Eroding banks along the shore line
Water moves, furious and icy cold
Gushing along at a hurried pace
Budding trees, cling to surrounding banks
Once barren, new life has sprung
New sprinkling of color amongst shades of green
Regrowth, regeneration, a new season arrives.
Phyllis Babcock was born in Saskatchewan, Canada in 1951 and currently resides in Regina with her husband. She has been blessed with two wonderful sons and daughter-in-laws. She has two grandsons and two granddaughters. She started writing poetry in 2004 and joined Poetry Soup site in 2006. She has been published in two anthologies, On Butterfly Wings and Snippets. Her work has also appeared on Poetry.com and in a local seniors’ newspaper. She feels writing has been a wonderful journey, meeting many new poets and writers along the way.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
haiku--By Patricia Nolan--United States
pasque flowers
reflect purple mountain
shadows
********************
pink moon month
clean up the garden - imagine
summer colors
********************
old tapes in my head
"keep your eye on the ball"
be present notice
********************
moon at apogee
hear the distance
taste the darkness
Patricia Nolan serves as coordinator for the Haiku Society of America Plains & Mountains Region. She is a member of Poetry West in Colorado Springs. She paints sumi-e (Japanese ink painting), also works in oil, pastel, and acrylic and writes poems in several Asian forms, as well as other poetry, essays, and outdoor articles. Western rivers, mountains, and trails provide most of her inspiration.
reflect purple mountain
shadows
********************
pink moon month
clean up the garden - imagine
summer colors
********************
old tapes in my head
"keep your eye on the ball"
be present notice
********************
moon at apogee
hear the distance
taste the darkness
Patricia Nolan serves as coordinator for the Haiku Society of America Plains & Mountains Region. She is a member of Poetry West in Colorado Springs. She paints sumi-e (Japanese ink painting), also works in oil, pastel, and acrylic and writes poems in several Asian forms, as well as other poetry, essays, and outdoor articles. Western rivers, mountains, and trails provide most of her inspiration.
Love Divine--By Sara Kendrick--United States
Love Divine
As the sun peeks through the gray clouds
Radiance touches my face
Warmed am I by your love divine
And saving grace embrace
Sara Kendrick married young and had a family soon after. After her last child went to school, she decided to pursue her GED. A gentlemen who worked with the GED program encouraged her to enroll in college. She worked part time and cared for her family in addition to her studies. She graduated from Mercer University. Several years ago, after a health crisis, she started writing poetry.
As the sun peeks through the gray clouds
Radiance touches my face
Warmed am I by your love divine
And saving grace embrace
Sara Kendrick married young and had a family soon after. After her last child went to school, she decided to pursue her GED. A gentlemen who worked with the GED program encouraged her to enroll in college. She worked part time and cared for her family in addition to her studies. She graduated from Mercer University. Several years ago, after a health crisis, she started writing poetry.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
The Unseen Giver--By Isha Wagner--New Zealand
The Unseen Giver
Bread broken in little pieces
Tossed on to green grass
Hiding myself, feasting my eyes
Upon the flocks of birds
As they sweep down to peck
Beautiful wings flutter
On guard for predators
Unaware of the shrouded giver
My sudden movement and they
Soar away, then calm again
And they return
And I wonder if God cares in the same
Way for us, such fearful humans
As we twitch nervously
In the measure of our lives
And we know not the Giver.
Isha Wagner is a New Zealand poet. She has resided in many countries including Iceland, Libya, India, and Australia. She read some of her work at the VIII International Poetry Festival held in Granada, Nicaragua, in February 2012. She has had three collections of poetry published.
Bread broken in little pieces
Tossed on to green grass
Hiding myself, feasting my eyes
Upon the flocks of birds
As they sweep down to peck
Beautiful wings flutter
On guard for predators
Unaware of the shrouded giver
My sudden movement and they
Soar away, then calm again
And they return
And I wonder if God cares in the same
Way for us, such fearful humans
As we twitch nervously
In the measure of our lives
And we know not the Giver.
Isha Wagner is a New Zealand poet. She has resided in many countries including Iceland, Libya, India, and Australia. She read some of her work at the VIII International Poetry Festival held in Granada, Nicaragua, in February 2012. She has had three collections of poetry published.
March 13, 2013--By Charlotte Ann Zuzak--United States
March 13, 2013
Not a dove, but a seagull sat
on the chimney top, a
manifestation of changes
to come.
The gentle St. Francis gazed
over the throng in St. Peter's Square
and awaited the moment of disclosure
as the gentle man of Buenos Aires
stepped forward.
Charlotte Ann Zuzak received her BA degree from Albion College and her MA from the University of Michigan in foreign languages. She taught Spanish for several years on both the high school and college levels. She has always been involved with music, namely piano and organ. Charlotte worked with voice students as an accompanist, and also as a church organist. She has been involved in writing starting in grade school when she wrote short stories and poetry. After she quit teaching she returned to her love of writing. With her husband, a retired university dean, she has traveled extensively in Europe, Russia and the United States. Charlotte and her husband have a daughter who is a medical doctor in Bethesda, Maryland.
Not a dove, but a seagull sat
on the chimney top, a
manifestation of changes
to come.
The gentle St. Francis gazed
over the throng in St. Peter's Square
and awaited the moment of disclosure
as the gentle man of Buenos Aires
stepped forward.
Charlotte Ann Zuzak received her BA degree from Albion College and her MA from the University of Michigan in foreign languages. She taught Spanish for several years on both the high school and college levels. She has always been involved with music, namely piano and organ. Charlotte worked with voice students as an accompanist, and also as a church organist. She has been involved in writing starting in grade school when she wrote short stories and poetry. After she quit teaching she returned to her love of writing. With her husband, a retired university dean, she has traveled extensively in Europe, Russia and the United States. Charlotte and her husband have a daughter who is a medical doctor in Bethesda, Maryland.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Poet--By Connie Marcum Wong--United States
Poet
Poet—Your words,
Like garments of
Gold and silver thread,
Shimmering in sunlight
Or bathed by moonlit glow,
When shed—
Leave me breathless,
Caught up in their naked truth
And timeless flow—
And I become aware
Of nothing else.
Connie Marcum Wong has been the Web Mistress of a private poetry forum “Poetry for Thought” since October 1999. Her poetry has been in many publications, anthologies, magazines, and e-zines over the years. She published her first poetry chapbook, Island Creations in 2005. In 2007, Heart Blossoms was published. In January 2010, an anthology, A Poetry Bridge to All Nations, was published by Lulu Enterprises, Inc. Connie created the 'Constanza' poetry form in 2007 and Con-Verse form in 2010. She has resided with her husband in Hawaii since 1980.
Poet—Your words,
Like garments of
Gold and silver thread,
Shimmering in sunlight
Or bathed by moonlit glow,
When shed—
Leave me breathless,
Caught up in their naked truth
And timeless flow—
And I become aware
Of nothing else.
Connie Marcum Wong has been the Web Mistress of a private poetry forum “Poetry for Thought” since October 1999. Her poetry has been in many publications, anthologies, magazines, and e-zines over the years. She published her first poetry chapbook, Island Creations in 2005. In 2007, Heart Blossoms was published. In January 2010, an anthology, A Poetry Bridge to All Nations, was published by Lulu Enterprises, Inc. Connie created the 'Constanza' poetry form in 2007 and Con-Verse form in 2010. She has resided with her husband in Hawaii since 1980.
Lanterne Almanac--By Brian Stand--England
Lanterne Almanac
Winter
in
anger-
whips up the waves,
pounds the shingle
shore
Spring
in
action-
brings to life
and feathers its
nest
Summer
so
lazy-
rests the soul
and flowers the
land
Autumn
so
mellow-
scents and sounds
in the harvest
home.
Brian Strand has created short poetic forms including 'broken monoku' (a
haiku variation) and 'footle' (a trochaic monometer with witty, topical, etc themes)
and Captioned Cartoon, an Ekphrasis combining his art and poetic interests. He has published a seven kindle ebook series Poetic forms; A Strand of Verse; My Choice Strand Verse; A Strand Guide; Christianity Explained; A Strand critique; and Captioned Cartoon Ekphrasis. Brian has written nearly 200 Amazon reviews and is a Wiki poetry and art editor.
Winter
in
anger-
whips up the waves,
pounds the shingle
shore
Spring
in
action-
brings to life
and feathers its
nest
Summer
so
lazy-
rests the soul
and flowers the
land
Autumn
so
mellow-
scents and sounds
in the harvest
home.
Brian Strand has created short poetic forms including 'broken monoku' (a
haiku variation) and 'footle' (a trochaic monometer with witty, topical, etc themes)
and Captioned Cartoon, an Ekphrasis combining his art and poetic interests. He has published a seven kindle ebook series Poetic forms; A Strand of Verse; My Choice Strand Verse; A Strand Guide; Christianity Explained; A Strand critique; and Captioned Cartoon Ekphrasis. Brian has written nearly 200 Amazon reviews and is a Wiki poetry and art editor.
The Spirit of God--By John W. (Bill) Williams--United States
The Spirit of God
Courage walks
in the shadows
of loneliness;
it faces shouts
of self-willed
crowds. But always
it looks ahead
with hope;
it flies
like the spirit
of an eagle,
trusting the wings
of faith; it moves
ever so steadily
toward higher
mountains, building
its nest in the safety
of God’s
watchful eyes.
John W. (Bill) Williams is a retired language arts and children’s literature educator. He lives in Martin, GA, where he stays busy with his art and poetry. He has been published in a variety of venues.
Courage walks
in the shadows
of loneliness;
it faces shouts
of self-willed
crowds. But always
it looks ahead
with hope;
it flies
like the spirit
of an eagle,
trusting the wings
of faith; it moves
ever so steadily
toward higher
mountains, building
its nest in the safety
of God’s
watchful eyes.
John W. (Bill) Williams is a retired language arts and children’s literature educator. He lives in Martin, GA, where he stays busy with his art and poetry. He has been published in a variety of venues.
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