The Minister
He was a man of cloth
A minister
and mere mortal
He took communion
Broke chastity
Lived without confession
He never took the cloth off
Hour 8: Sevenling: Lover to Lover
Lover to Lover
skin all cream
flashing sun on water
wings that shimmer
silence and echoes
looks of ice
unanswered questions
lover to lover
Pine
Christmas smells like this sometimes in homes of
wretched women, jealous of my mother.
Those who would be “foul defacers
of God’s handiwork.” Such “excellent grand
tyrants of the earth! They reigned in galled eyes.”
My “weeping soul.” They chase me to my grave.
Yet still, their homes do smell like this fresh pine
on days they call my blessed births their own.
They laugh, and celebrate that I, alone,
Am not with love – my loves, they stole from me.
How I resent that they exist within
My stratosphere! My world is peace and love.
Their world is strange… those cunt brained scheming hags!
They stole my Christmas cheer from me and mine.
I pine for my sweet loves, my angel babes,
each day their wretched world distorts the truth.
I am alone, an only child of two
whose love the Nazi horde deplored.
Oh faith! Christmas smells like this sometimes.
The Night Sky (Poem #8)
I look up
And I am lost
I am speechless
Even the darkness of night
Is covered in the brightness of the stars
The stars show how many people are in heaven
They whisper in my ear that dreams come true
They shine and reflect off my eye that the desire of my heart will happen
I look into the abyss of the night sky
And now I know
Even in the darkest of times
The light will always be there
There is a galaxy
There is a hope that we may not understand
There is an entire world that we may not believe
But I know that I don’t have to be afraid
Because I know
The beauty of the night sky
Promises me that the light always shines through the darkness
Poem 9: “Music Explained”
“Music Explained” by Mandy Austin Cook
from emotion to mouth
from emotion to heart
from emotion to soul
from emotion to spark
magic movement of moments
all keeping time
dancing lyrics somber steps
comforting whispers of rhyme
rhythmic beats of beautiful treats
cadences reaching out to the repeat.
from laughter to love
from happy to why
from joy to the point of needing to cry
with hands and with heart with scripture and song
clashes claps strings plucks and strums
flute piano guitar harp and drums
something all needed that never will tire
expression of all
is musical lyre
A Fictional Love
I read about you,
And you seem real,
But I know it isn’t,
And yet I fall for it,
And love you
In my way.
I follow you somewhere,
And get excited,
By a word,
Or a mention from you.
Knowing, behind the scenes,
It wasn’t you.
It was another.
It’s not real,
But feels so crazy.
I feel like it is enough to take my soul
And crush it.
Reality
Versus
Fiction
Is Love in the modern age.
A person, a character, a life,
Unreal to others,
But a safety net to me.
Show Me ((Will You Love Me?))
Poem 7
Show Me ((Will You Love Me?))
By: Ashley L Powers
It’s just me, my pen, and my thoughts
It’s one of those days where tears fill my eyes
And my heart weighs a ton
Where are you because I need you
I need to hear you tell me everything will be okay
I want for you to look at me with all my scars and my broken heart
And tell me that you’ll stay
I don’t want the make believe
Spare me the fairy tales
Don’t sell me a dream
I want you to give me your all
I need you to love me with every fiber of your being
I need to know you will love me when things get too hard to bare
I need you, but I need to know that you care
I need you to love me for me
Will you be there to take care of me?
If I hit rock bottom and all I have to offer is my love
Would you stay with me?
I’m not perfect
But I’m definitely worth it
I truly need you to love me because I deserve it
I promise that I would give you everything inside of me
But only if you show me that you’ll worth it
Everyone else folded
Damaged me and left me broken
Are you willing to love all my broken pieces?
Are you patient enough to help me heal?
Are you willing to show me how real love feels?
I know I’m probably asking for too much
But I need reassurance
That if I give you my mind, body, and soul
You won’t hurt me
Sevenling (Stone): Hour 8
There’s much that’s made of stone:
bridges, tunnels and statues too.
They’re harsh, unfeeling, strong.
We humans are flesh and blood:
passions, emotions and heart.
I see why we don’t last long.
So what is the point of my art?
Yoshi
I fell in love with this puppy.
Her happy smile, cuddly fur, easy to train
Make for a sweet relationship.
Outdoors everything changes when we play–
She plays fiercely, runs like the wind, and snatches every ball.
She’s the best keep-away player I know.
… And she loves me.