Shared the Fright #horror #poetry

 

I glance at a wax-like stare and wonder

I don’t know you but we are the same

you are bearing the same path of sorrow

the one you traverse is etched in pain

I cry knowing that we could have been spared

our world would depend on the magician’s hand

but then there would be no real horror

only what was written by one holding a pen

I’m sorry there is not more I can say

but scribe words of the world we live / lived

I wipe away old tears hoping

that you will outlive the terror as I did

If you were… #children #fiction

If you were a butterfly would you be friends with a lion???

I didn’t think so.

Personally,I wouldn’t either.  We know a lion who saved a butterfly while she was still in her chrysalis and she saw something about him that others didn’t.

Now this butterfly and (domesticated) lion go about the villages of Uganda teaching children.

If you listen closely, you might hear Judah roar. Don’t be afraid it is the only way a lion knows how to laugh.

Join us (Sean and Leslie) in 2019 as we write the story of the world where giraffes and orabi graze and children dance and sing in the village schools of Uganda.

 

Magnifying Glass #Newyear #2019 #Happynewyear

 Goodbye to a year that will be the past

  Adieu to our failed successes that don’t last

we wave a friendly blushing Ciao

Sayonara , gone for now

Magnify the things you’ve done

some things lost others won

rocks pulled from the soil

bread rising never to spoil

all of 2018 now behind

flash of 2019  momentarily blind

****

last farewell to friends

 sun sets too soon over Nile

loved children smile

The Gift Giver #Christmas #giving #generosity #children

 

Generous the soul that gives

what little he possess

in such a manner shed a light

gave life’s gift away

***

~Some stories are easier to tell in prose~

There was a boy neither old nor young he had two little sisters.

He wasn’t strong nor was he weak but always a protector.

There came a season barren, cold his family had but little

warmth  they always had, the holidays were special .

I’d known this boy about  a year

a leader one day it was clear.

His challenges were plenty

disability one of many

bad was the year and business worse

 our family agreed these children had worth.

Mine gathered from under the tree

they’d learned kindness and generosity

we took these gifts that Christmas Eve

Six children danced with joy and glee

That little boy looked to my son

 eyes full of glimmers and fun

 what he loved most with to play

 A big heart he gave this thing away.

I remember Leon at this season

knowing his struggles had a reason

 

And with Leon, we celebrate the greatest gift giver of all times…

” For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”

Isaiah 9:6

 

Wishing a Merry Christmas to Family and Friends near and far!!!!

 

Stepping Stones #poetry #photography #writing

 

 

 

 

Valley water in a good year

 

rough current o’er my path

couldn’t pick a way

no choice but sink or swim

life pulled me down

boulders blocked my life

throw them at the sun

sharp like a knife

writing scribbled frowns

not really smooth

a way in front I see

what lies behind

rushes to the sea

walk in a village

water flowing free

writing with a goal

children read & dream

 

I know poetry is symbolic and cryptic and so many unexplainables. Poetry has been a way for me to move forward (and write) when my path seemed fouled. Use your words no matter how few to set your mind at ease. There is a waterfall of sentences just up ahead.

War Torn #Peaceonearth #poetry

 

I held a Sudanese hand

it fit so small in mine

I caught a ragged smile

I wished I had more time

We sang a song of praise

they dance with all their might

their mamas and their papas

they lost them in war’s night

fortitude and strength

the littlest they stand

hope, faith, love

we grasp another’s hand

*****

 

smiles radiate

reach our hands to the sun

Peace on Earth

 

 

One of the villages we have worked in has built homes and adopted So. Sudanese orphans. Love is being poured into hearts and the children are doing so well.   We would love to see peace in So. Sudan so that families are not displaced and children are not orphaned.

 

Poets United has a wonderful community and this midweek prompt is Peace on Earth