The Poetry Marathon

Love Doesn’t Wait for the Morning

What?  Trying it on for size?

Trying to act surprised

that touching someone unlike you

feels so nice.

 

You’re guessing again

and it’s so simple my friend.

 

When loves comes,

it never knocks twice –

It just comes in.

 

Afraid?  What will people say?

Running to far hide-a-way places

to bask in the joy of each other’s faces

In the dark?  Subtle traces

of what is surely to be uncovered in the day

Ahhhhhhhhh!

You are placing wonder in a box

as if you are a child at play.

 

Ashamed?

But love is not a childish game.

Is being with the one you want,

rejected by the world, a strain?

You would rather please

the maddening crowd,

than experience the pain

of standing for your soul

mate and to the world

Shout it out loud!

 

Love doesn’t wait for the morning,

Neither does it hide at night!

Love is perfect and entire

and casts out fear

whether timing is bad

or just right.

Take hold to love – own it

before love is your

“Once upon a time!’

 

Refrain:

When your eyes meet

Know that it is love.

When your minds speak – Listen

No other power can defeat

The power of love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Threated Torch

A threatened torch I carry,

To a promised victory.

From every tempter, task and foe,

I must swiftly flee.

 

Though fears and torment taunt me,

My mission fixed – I see,

Appointed and anointed

To reach my destiny.

 

A threatened torch I bear,

My triumphant end not seen,

The wars of life have left their marks,

Oh tumultuous climb to Glory!

 

My heart is steadfast; body frayed,

Not always meet to reach

the journey filled with the unforeseen,

Sometimes success, sometimes defeat.

 

A threatened torch I uphold,

With honor to achieve,

And evil jeers to drown out the cheers

of laborers here to guide me.

 

Doubts march in to drench the fires

That lights this bittersweet avenue,

My continence waves a spectrum of hope,

Empowered – not subdued!

 

A threatened torch I carry,

I am on bended knee.

I lift it high as mountains rise,

The gift of Faith to lead me.

Manifold challenges I still face,

I expect and perceive

That the enemy knows.

It is no mystery.

 

A threatened torch I burn,

Flaming cinders spark my advance,

Hurling me valiantly from helps need,

Before His throne I take my stance.

 

Life for me unfolded in a scroll,

And each page given a *,

“Marked For Glory!“

 

Helen

Scientific Mathematician;

cooked by omission and commission,

taking pleasure in her mission

to drive Her siblings with dirision

while holding the whole box of donuts

in her lap – eating them all

For her self prescribed nutrition

Intentionally mean and making unholy decision.

Loved unconditionally, would not stand for cruelty,

Cooked like a sous chef like Chef Boy R Dee.

kept the charge and her responsibility

Shared three donuts miraculously!;

respectfully!

Grace.