To Heal Bad Hearts | Short Poem No. 66

Is there someone that can heal bad hearts?

Do not forget, you have a new name.
The new name that’s given to you: “Rebirth.”
Just how many years was your heart out laid,
now to be most happy in all the earth?

Fiercly hard times brought you internal dis-chord.
Your soul was ripped open with no one to care.
Even the worst saw your grief and was bored.
For your tears were common; it was unfair.

But there’s a God who loves making new starts,
with grace and with mercy to heal bad hearts.

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Warm Summer Morning | Short Poem No. 65

On a comfortably warm summer morning,
hearing the clock alarm start its buzzing,
the sun gently radiates on, hugging,
my face through the curtain with a nuzzling.

‘What are my plans?’ so asked, rashly, my brain,
as if I had an urgency to wake.
Wisely, my hand acted, as if in pain,
to snooze my phone and give morning a break.

Oh yes, today I don’t have a schedule,
except to float quiet, in peace, in bed;
stay in my pajamas. It’s just as well.
And don’t let a worry come in my head.

But a quick thought took my smile away:
Realizing that today is a work-day.

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Something to See | Short Poem No. 63

Are you in need of a something to see
inside a world without a dream?
Are you sick of bending on your bruised knee,
into the mediocrity?
But now you have a sense of new living
from an inspiration standing
before your own feeble-minded being
from which towers above all things.
Shocking power explodes from all around,
coming from the dominating
figure that has defined the heart of town.
The deity; follow the king.

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But look deeper, see the true Lord appall,
Who lays His life, His crown, for all.

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Leave That Kid Alone | Short Poem No. 62

Hey you, why don’t you leave that kid alone
before I make you go back home.
Hey you, why don’t you leave that kid alone
drop down your words, your stick, your stone.
No one wants to deal with what you’re saying;
so, please, just stop and cut it out.
No one agrees with how you are playing.
and that’s without a bit of doubt.
Don’t think that we will stand and watch silent
while you harass a friend of ours.
For a stranger, we will also get bent
and send you back out through the doors.

Be a bully to fight away bullies.
But don’t learn how to be bullies.

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