I Grew Up The Day My Papa Died
I grew up the day my Papa died
The day I held his hand one last time
I grew up the day I kissed him goodbye
My last kiss on his learned brow
I grew up the day I knew
I may never
I Wish I Were Her
You think about her everyday
I think about him quite often
You miss her when you're away
I love him more each day spent apart
You remember her in every song
I sing each song for
Have You Been Loved Enuf?
Have you been loved enough?
I haven’t.
‘ Guess there wasn't love
enough for me.
Or few just took the time
if at all… to care.
Guess I wanted more
Guess I want it
The Mystery Of Prayer
The act of prayer is surrounded with much mystery
Prayer to God can change the course of history
Men first began to call on God many years ago
This is recorded in Genesis four and 26 you k
Furrball
You’re so funky
You’re so sweet
You’re so pretty
You’re so neat
You’re so hairy
And you’re so fine
You’re so short
But sadly you’re not mine
You’re so cute
And yo
Do You Know How It Feels To Be Behind The Curtain?
Do you know how it feels?
To watch someone you dear
Trust me there’s no thrill
A spectator is all you can ever be, I fear
It is like a movie, you see
Wherein “I can see you but y
Oh Death!
Oh, death come get me now
I longed to be with you
I’m stung with all these worldly lies
Promises that not materialized.
Envelop me, oh death
Into your calming dark
If
If only I can embrace you
and keep you from the harms of this world…
if only my arms would be enough
to protect you from the blinding influences…
If on
Warm
Cackle here, cackle there,
The crows are everywhere.
Sun is bright, Sun is warm,
Oh, I can feel his charm.
'Sneaking in, 'sneaking out,
Squirrels hop about.
The whir o
My House Of Prayer A Den Of Thieves
Jesus went to the temple one day
His purpose was to kneel and pray
As he approached the entrance door
He saw money changers tables on the floor
With righteous anger, authority and z
The Old Forest
Never I walked in the forest old
Terror lies there and airs grow cold.
Mists of fear in that woodland whirls;
Cursing eyes in whirlpool wind swirls.
Daylight, birds chirp in dark me
Ode To El Niño
I had written this poem way back 1997 when I was in third year high school for our school paper. I was very much inspired by John Keats’s Ode on a Grecian Urn, in which, I emulated the style of th
Big Juicy Grapes
A favorite memory from my childhood memory pool
Is being underneath my aunt's grape arbor, it was cool
Clusters of juicy purple and white grapes hanging down
Under Aunt Irma's grape arbor
Psycho
I’m PSYCHO over you
I don’t know what to do
You are my OBSSESSION
Loving you is my COMPULSION
No amount of GESTALT THERAPY
can explain what you mean to me
I seem to have los
The Grand Canyon
Broad horizons spread beyond
Witness seized in open awe
Time converges natures bond
Cast in stone for ever more
Naked hollow, coarse and raw
Vista cast in natures mould
Native
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