Love Him Because. Poem.

Love Him because

He put the Sun and moon there

To tell you he is the one who

Shows up faithfully

Every day and every night.

Even though some points in your life

Have felt like

Hell on this realm

You knew something was carrying you

Like a sure raft

Over the merciless waters.

Love him because

Your soul needs an embrace

Tight enough to

Fuse your broken bits back together

And though you thought you did not love him

For taking grandma

When you needed her most

He is the reason there was

Contentment and no fear in her eyes

When she knew

She was about to take sleep.

Love him because

Life is not always going to make sense

But he is the only constant

And surety.

That’s why his nickname is ‘the Rock.’

When. Poem for Women

When

When you can stare fear in its dreadful face
And face it with expected triumph
When you treat your seen enemies with grace
And even extend to showing them love,
When you can leave critics in the foreground
While you press on ahead
Knowing their words are merely stepping stones
For your ground
Not worthy to trouble your head,
When you can recognize fading physical charms
As merely a veil for the greater beauty
When you can use life’s silent alarms
To equip you with strength and with duty,
When after moments of mourning we all traverse,
You can seek out cause again to smile,
When with an aged head you act
In matters of tact,
Yet in guile remain as a child,
When you have the lion-like loins to hold fast by yourself
In matters where conviction demands
Yet as well as your own, seek the good of all else
Knowing solitude, self- interest
Are for fearful hearts and idle hands.
When you live life with eyes wide open, yet a heart the same,
Not left bitter by past foes who’ve hurt you…
Then truly you’ve become a woman, my friend,
And one of great wisdom and virtue.

Ripped off from   Inspired by Rudyard Kipling’s ‘If’

Ms. Mansfield. Poem

Did your powerful hold

Of many simple men’s eyes

Make you feel like you were maybe worth a mite more?

Did your unbridled burning and raging pride,

Make you forget

A mortal man cannot escape the mortal law?

Did your desire for more lovers to adore

your countenance of perfection

And enter your temple

To worship the terrible god

who demanded its erection

Make you forget

that desire is not always kin to true affection?

Ms. Mansfield, knowing the way you’d fall prey to the cold grip of death

Would you have wanted it for one of those

 you once had to share your bed?

(*Jayne Mansfield was a stunning Hollywood actress who thrived on male attention and sexual sadism. She was also a keen Satan worshipper and high priestess in the Church of Satan. Other members were such well known performers as Sammy Davis Jr, Marilyn Monroe and in the present day ‘rock star’ Marilyn Manson among others. These people actively worshipped/worship the devil.      

   After tiring of her lover and lawyer, Sam Brody, Jayne ordered for a ritual curse to be put on him to cause his death. Eerily enough, this appeared to come to pass as Mr. Brody died in a freak car accident a while after. However, Jayne was in the car with him and she also died. Aquino, the leader of the Church of Satan who put this ‘curse’ on Brody, openly credits himself with Brody’s death and says Mansfield was just in the wrong place at the wrong time!)

Dear oh dear

Who is he? Poem

Who is he who looks

To this world and its trinkets, to try

To distract or satisfy

His weary soul, And appease his ravenous eye?

The same one who rejects truths for comfortable lies…

He is not one who is wise

Who is he who allows the compass of his soul

To be swayed by the judgments of his peers

Though no wiser than he,

No more accomplished in years?

Misguided through youth by ephemeral ties…

He is not one who is wise

Who is he who disregards the soul

Never looking beyond what is seen with eyes?

Living for his body’s hungers

Which are as ceaseless as skies

Running to and fro in search of a natural things that satisfies?

...He is not one who is wise.

You’re Loved Regardless. Poem

When you’ve felt rejected

By this world which can seem so cruel and heartless

Remember, in my heart you’re always accepted

I will love you regardless.

When you slip, and fall, and turn around

And fear the faces of those who saw your disgrace

You’ll see my arms coming to hold you as you’re on the ground

And lift you back to your rightful place.

‘Sticks and stones will break your bones…’

Though don’t tell me words are always harmless.

And when they try

To hurt you with words like knives, and lies,

Keep your head high

-You’re loved regardless.

When you’re overwhelmed by this world’s pressures

And it’s ever changing exactions of ‘perfection’

Even though you are exquisitely precious

You might forget your value.

You need someone to remind you how wholly you’re loved…

I’ll be the one to tell you.

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The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee. Jeremiah 31:3

Reach for me. Poem

I watched you today. In my house.

You sat forlorn and broken.

Far from the sounds of the joy around

And all the words being spoken.

You arms were crossed

Your heart was covered

With them like a veil of flesh

I earnestly wanted to whisper to you

Hold you

Love away all your mess

But you were closed off from all I had for you

Tuned out like a broken resistor

I even sent a word just for you

But you were so lost in your pity, you missed them.

And as you mourned for yourself

And your life’s plans

How ‘nothing’ is going your way

I was waiting for you to speak to me

So I could comfort you in some way

But you sat in my house, and refused to reach out

For my hand as it brushed by

Not feeling my warmth, just nothing at all

And you seemed to be wondering why

Relationship is a two-way treasure

And I’ve done all I can do

I’ve loved you with a love that kills me, seeing you so far.

The rest is up to you.

#“Reach out to me”

Nehemiah 1:9  But if ye turn unto me, and keep my commandments, and do them; though there were of you cast out unto the uttermost part of the heaven, yet will I gather them from thence, and will bring them unto the place that I have chosen to set my name there.

Malachi 3:7 Even from the days of your fathers ye are gone away from mine ordinances, and have not kept them. Return unto me, and I will return unto you, saith the LORD of hosts. But ye said, Wherein shall we return?

Poem. We are the Free

…We are eternal

We are the free

We are everything they say we shouldn’t be

We dance in the heavens

And play among clouds

Mocking  seas and oceans

With single bounds

Greater than angels

Brighter than stars

We possess all

Though this world isn’t ours.

We sit in tress

And sing at the stars

Tonight is mine

Though this world isn’t ours

We floor mountains

And riverbeds  thirst

The envy of elements

Of the universe

We belong to no man

And those who try bind us

Are afraid our wings take us

Somewhere they can’t find us…