Ramona Thompson- Two Poems

Looking Up

 

So very self absorbed

Always caught up in

What's going on upon that tiny little screen

We lose track

Got no regard

For those around us

Certainly no time

For some big guy

Up in the sky

 

Lost in translation

Church doors open

But we ain't going through them

Too busy

Chasing that next incoming text message

So quickly times have changed

So quickly we've learned

To leave his teachings behind

 

One urgent call after another

We take

Forgetting to answer

The most important call of all

His

Claiming only

So many hours in a day

Just not enough time

What's gonna happen?

When judgement day comes

 

Lift up those eyes

Even just for a second

Plan Him into your day

Slip Him a moment or two

Can't you afford that much?

Do you really wanna get up there to find

You have a heavy price to pay

For looking down

When all along

You should have been

Looking up instead

 

2015 Ramona Thompson

 

 

 

God's Gals

 

So you got a nice, thick booty?

So what?

Do you really think that's gonna save you?

When judgement day comes

Your worth is in your soul

Not your temporary body

No matter how sexy and hot

It's all just window dressing

Don't count at all

When it comes to the bigger blessing

 

You can shake it

Just like some cheap video vixen

Get your kicks

Your thrills

But at what cost

Is it worth it?

Giving in to the flesh

When so much more awaits

Enraptured

In the holy spirit

 

Life is a passing thing

What comes after is forever

A gift beyond measure

But it can't be yours

Unless you accept it

Embrace Him

For now and forever

Put Him above

Your fleshly beauty

And all the Romeo's sweet words

For His alone are

The only words that truly matter

 

Come to Him now

Come to Him

For always

Turn from that selfie

Hold faster

To what is holy

In the spirit

Find your true awakening

Blissful and yours always

Never to be taken away

If you let yourself be

From this moment forward

One of God's gals

For keeps

 

2015 Ramona Thompson

 

 

 

Ramona Thompson has been writing for more then 20 years. Her past publishing credits include Calvary Cross, Dead Snakes, Howl, This Ain't No Rodeo and many more.

 

Readers/fans may connect with her via facebook or her e-mail reddstar111@gmail.com  

 

 

Miss MT Loughnane- A Poem

In your weakness

In isolation lies a trap, waiting for its prey
The fertile mind a hunting ground, broken, battered, grey
Where once was hope, confusion lies, racing broken mind
So many thoughts, all at once, confused, all seeing, blind.
Wasted hours, wasted days, wasted months and years
Not thinking straight, then thinking straight, anger, sadness, tears.
What is peace to such a soul, nothing seems to stay
Every little piece of joy is snatched and torn away.
Broken body, broken heart, tormented twisted soul
To see such darkness straight ahead, takes a heavy toll
To give your heart, to give your mind, your hopes and all your dreams
To wait for just one happy day, waiting endlessly
To see real darkness and feel it's breath, its laughter in your face
Wondering if anything could ever take its place
Or if consumed by so much fear, you'll never hope or love
To harden up your very soul, even to God above
This is the place where he works best, as you lie upon the ground
Dead inside you close your eyes to the God who can be found
Then comes a choice to give your heart, your trust to he who cares
To understand this suffering is because he was not there
He does not force his love on you, or his healing touch
But wants you for his very own, a child he'll love so much
So whatever darkness fills you up, please ask him to reveal
To show you who he really is to see to hear to feel
Nothing else will heal your mind, nothing ever can
This suffering could really be, part of your life plan
So what direction to you go? down to the abyss?
Or do you want to meet someone, who loves, who cares, who lives?

 

 

Linda M. Crate- Three Poems

of anger & forgiveness

 

we're not as innocent as we

want everyone to believe

for we persecuted Your son to a

death He didn't deserve,

and so when i see people always trying

to play the part of martyr when

they are the bully

i cannot help but become incensed;

but You tell me to forgive them

as You have me, 

but i'll admit this isn't always easy for me

sometimes i want to hold their sins

against them;

but that isn't loving as You do and so i have

learned to swallow my pride and 

crucify my ego to forgive where You would have me

and to walk away from people when i have to

because You have given me a perfect

peace i do not want to forget.

love & respect 

 

You were always there 

when no one else could be bothered to care,

and You dried the tears from my cheeks

put me to sleep

when no one was there to hold me

or comfort me in their arms;

and You remind me

that my worth is infinite even if the world cannot

see it that You can and that makes me 

determined to find a partner that 

loves me as You do and i can love him as You

do me;

but i will never settle for anyone who disrespects

You because they would likely

disrespect me, too.

awesome enormity 

 

You made the heavens and the stars

and every ocean wave

every sunset and sunrise and smile of

a kind stranger,

You made love and laughter and You have

spared me from so many disasters;

it is so hard to fathom sometimes how someone

with such infinite power and strength and 

enormous arms

could care for so much for me 

when i am but a gaunt footstep in this world;

yet You do,

and i feel Your presence when the tears won't stop

flowing and when laughter leaves my lips

You are there to encourage me

so i can encourage and love others as you have me

You have given me perfect peace even when

i am in the eye of the storm,

and i could never describe how awesome You are 

to the world in enough words.

 

 

Jonathan Beale- Two Poems

Lent Days

Easter people trod first

Upon that shadowed day

The still wind

Kissed their cheek

And the days drew in

The sand between toes

And dust between fingers

The tabernacles stayed

The portent to be flayed

The days started to grow

Gethsemane became the monument

14 stations and the rise

Here there is no place for dust

Here is where life’s a must

Until Golgotha was found

The sun rose – life rose

The birth of the Easter people

The concerto rung

Rebirth was sung

The Lenten days bore The Easter People

In The Scarcity

Remnants - lay scattered

Yet almost placed by an unseeing hand.

With the look of garage, shed, or workshop

Things lay strewn - yet in some

Perfect sequence.

The deep alter wine among

The missals – words compressed

And as linear as a lifetime –

Here the base celebrant

Lies in wait.

They come along

As the old Greek

Philosophers knew

Tiny injections lead to

Great ravines

Spaces, places to think –

To breathe - the reflection

Between sky and river

Draws and draws

And expectation of the world

To be revealed

From within the chalice

When it was there

All along.

Ramona Thompson- Three Poems

Nail Me To Your Calvary Cross

Take me higher
Feed me
With faith
Light me up
In his glory
Righteous and true
Show me the way
To live the life
On my knees
He wants me to

He is the sword
I hold
The mercy of whom I dream
With him
I am everything
Without him
I am nothing
Even less then vomit
And so proud I am
To bear whatever burden
He puts upon me
For in due time
I know
Upon his wings
To the sweet Heavens above
Someday I shall be lifted

So mistake not
Who I serve and why
My perfect master
In all things
Earth and above
There for sure is no other
Now or ever
I shall not be the sad one
To stray
Eternal in his arms
Blessed be
I stay
Removed by man nor beast
I wanna be

So open the door
Get back
All you devils
I won't be held down
Now that I've surrendered
Given up all
My life is his
His will
My will
Nail me oh lord
Yes, please
Tonight
Nail me
Nail me to your calvary cross

2015 Ramona Thompson



God Bless Bruce Jenner

Tall and proud
Feel no shame
In at last finding
The beautiful woman
God made you to be
Sweet smile
Perfect hair
How could you be anything but blessed?

Follow every dream
In his name praise
The joyous discovery of your self truth
No matter the critics' jeers
Know in the Heavens above
There are for you
A thousand cheers

You are a true inspiration
An earthbound angel for sure
A gift rare and wonderful
What more can be said?
Such a lovely transformation to come
Thank you for being you
God bless Bruce Jenner
Our hero
Praised most high
By this savior above
Never so proud
As now

2015 Ramona Thompson



He Took The Sword

I was fallen
Full of vengeance and sin
My lust for payback
Knew no bounds
I had turned my back
All faith lost
I knew no God
No man named Jesus
These knees refused to bend

Man made monster
Consumed by rage
Blinded by fury
I refused any pleas for mercy
Blood was my drink
My enemies flesh was my food
Soon ashamed
I prayed
Salvation would find me

All was lost
Tears flooded my soul a river
Raw and broken
I crawled forward
Barely an inch at a time
For the first time
I sought the lord I had never dared before
To believe in

In the darkness
A light fell upon me
An invisible hand
Upon my shoulder
Smoothing words
I heard in my head
A small, still voice
And then I knew
I was forgiven
The day I turned
Gave all up to a savior
Who by grace still was there beside me

2015 Ramona Thompson



Ramona Thompson has been a writer for more then 20 years with such publishing credits to her name as Fifth Di ezine and This Ain't No Rodeo.

Fans/readers may contact her anytime on facebook or e-mail-reddstar111@gmail.com

Hild Sirri Ndenecho- Two Poems

POET BEHIND THE CURTAINS

Pain will kill

But words will heal

On days like this

When I feel no peace

I hide in the shadows of words

I blend my pain in the ink

And let go all I have got

I melt into the letters

Letting out my fears,

Don’t waste my tears

Each one has a story

Each one creates a melody;

I’ve found my transformer;

Turn my wrongs

To joyful songs

Turn my misgivings

To thanksgivings

Turn my no

To yes

When all is uncertain,

Out comes the poet

From behind the curtain

She draws from weakness

And creates from the mess

She is stability

And she is me

When all of me feel like dying,

God brings out the poet in me

ALL BEAUTIFUL

She stares in the mirror

She sees an image

But it’s a misdemeanor

She feels much rage

The image speaks voices

Loud and crazy noises

“Not good enough”

“Not slim enough”

“Not fair enough”

“Not tall enough”

“Not beautiful enough”

She’s imprisoned by voices;

“Get heels so high,

I’d be tall enough”

“Lose weight off my thigh,

I’d be slim enough”

“Just a little bleach,

I’d be fair enough”

“Just a bit more rich

I’d be good enough”

Beneath the surface

Beneath the sad face

Beauty searches for resolve

True self waiting for revolve

Beauty asking for answers

Who defines beauty?

Who creates beauty?

Who weighs beauty?

In the petals of flowers

In the green of nature

In the running waters

In the colors of rainbows

Lies a world of blended beauty

The difference of colors

The difference of shades

Give the world a beauty

Beauty that never fades

Our beautiful world

Is all in differences

Different shades and colors

So are beautiful people

What makes you different,

Makes you all beautiful

Lela Marie De La Garza- A Poem

SOLUTION

You can help this torn

And weary world to mend:

Just reach out to a stranger

And find you’ve made a friend.

Daniel Klawitter- A Poem

When Wonder Turns To Praise

 

 

For this is an experience which is characteristic of a philosopher,

this wondering: this is where philosophy begins and nowhere else.

--Plato, Theaetetus.

 

But Mary treasured all these words

and pondered them in her heart. 

The Gospel of Luke, 2:19.

 

 

A mother

must be made

of much more

than mere maternity

 

to birth a child

so adored

and enamored of eternity.

 

For the Holy Ghost

made the Lord of Hosts

a temple inside your womb

 

and when you said “Yes”

the angels confessed

that the devil’s reign was doomed.

 

No one expected so much

from one so small…

 

-Holy Theotokos-

full of grace.  We ponder

the wonder

of it all. 

 

 

Bio: Among other things, Daniel is the lead singer/lyricist for the indie rock band, Mining for Rain, and a member of the Colorado Poets Center. His full-length poetry collection, A Poet Playing Doctor, will be released in the fall of 2015 by Alabaster Leaves Publishing. To learn more, visit: http://about.me/dklawitter