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rumble of thunder
jolts me from my dreaming state
I hate your snoring
Happy Lane
Colorful Birds sing out their morning melodies,
Soft sunshine wafts down gently to me,
My flower beds surround me, peace is attained.
As I find myself each morning strolling down happy lane.
Casket
I need someone to hold
Hold it all at bay
Someone to drink
My tired skin
Silence what I cannot say
I need the day to
DisappearDisappear
Away from tired hands
Too many vampires
Suck my soul
And drain me where I stand
Let me lie
In star lit eyes
Cover Earth
In shallow blood
Hallowed tears
Cover still my ground
Caress it unbeloved
Flowers scream
In night tune
Clouds harbor
Clouds harbor weeping stain
Dreams lie in thier casketcasket
Without a carried name
Wilt me into
Limp
Until I kiss the dead
Cut my tongue with rosebush
Let loose within my head
I’ve nothing more to bleed
You’ve drained me
Till I’m dead
Now I need to sleep
In eternal bed
A Moment in Eternity 24/24
A street child is begging for a slice of bread,
His dull black eyes spelling hopeless despair…
A woman neatly dressed in a luxurious coat
Quickly looks away, then crosses the road.
A limousine driver brakes excessively,
Hoots in anger, shouts aggressively
As a wasted old tramp limps across the street:
Down trodden, barely able to breathe.
Life is an endless, motley, milling mass
Of coming and going and inhaling trash
And fighting to survive…
And no-one seems to care one bit
About who makes it to the top and who lands in the pit
In this crazy rat race that we call “life” –
All that matters is that “I” should win,
Casting all the rest in life’s waste bin.
A businessman getting home late from work
Removes the mask behind which he lurks
His only companion is his pedigreed dog –
His family’s been lost in life’s fog
In a pub a dad is squandering his weekly wage…
Nothing’s left for his family in their dead-end maze
Their life without his nurturing has taken its toll
Leaving weariness and heaviness of soul.
Life is an everlasting puppet show,
Every puppet going through their own private hell
Playing life from bow to bow.
And no-one’s able to walk away
As the puppet master keeps us all at bay
With invisible strings from which we dangle
Each of us awaiting fate
In life’s drama with it’s senseless debate.
Life still holds us in continuous defeat
We’re confusing happiness with lust and greed
The strings that tie us are our prison bars
And closet skeletons remain where they are.
Selfishness controls our lives
‘Cause “It’s my OWN little world that has to thrive!”
Life’s misery’s becoming more and more…
There’s no escape… we keep missing the Door…
And suddenly I realize with ice cold clarity:
We’re forever trying to outdo ourselves
While we cast the rest of us aside
We’re pushing Life beyond our reach
While we greedily keep bowing to Mammon’s leech
And keep ruling our existence from our own little niche
Fighting stubbornly to be in control
As we’re headed for a strong brick wall.
And until we acknowledge we’re ALL human souls
And start to love one another without seeking reward
Will we trample each other and take revenge
‘Cause “I’m just being my own best friend!”
Until then, Lord Jesus, does the task remain mine
To testify in Your Name – to be the Light that shines…
Until at last everyone has become Your child
Will I point to You as the Door to Life
Life is an immeasurably priceless entity
That was given to us by our Loving Father
For a moment in eternity
And what we’ll do with it
Depends on whether we’ll be able to realise
We need to enter through Jesus, the only Door
That only then will we really thrive…
© 2015 Antoinette LeRoux
Early Morning 23/24
Sun is rising
Birds are singing…
Minutest detail of
Nature’s treasure exposed
In Kaleidoscopic beauty…
Morning gradually breaks out
In brilliant Rhapsody
Of sound and colour –
Crimson touches Cirrus clouds
And turns them all to Rose –
Gentle colours wash the sky
In Summer sunrise rapture…
Sweet scent of Eucalyptus
And Roses fills the air –
I inhale the fragrance…
Bless this small Community…
For within their treasured midst
I feel heaven sent secure
© 2015 Antoinette LeRoux
Weeping Daughter
Weeping daughter
Don’t you know that you can have joy
For what you thought was the best thing, doesn’t even compare to what more
I have in store for you, if you would just believe
Your words speak a faith, yet, your heart is unbelief
Weeping daughter
Let me dry your eyes
Holding onto yesterday
Causes you to lose sight of renewed hope with a new day
I haven’t counted you as lost
You are still among the fold
I am the Good Shepard
With my loving hands, I will console
Weeping daughter
Look up with expectation
Man may have rejected you
But with me you’ve received acceptance
My shed blood has washed and purged your sin
Stop behaving like the swine
Returning to wallow in filthy pits
I have shown great mercy
With each breath you take
Yet, I am a jealous God
I will not share my glory
Do not mistake
Delayed judgment
For my being in agreement
Evil is wicked
Yet my plans work within it
Because you have free will
I will not force myself on you
I’m the perfect gentleman
Yet, one day soon time will end
Weeping daughter
Don’t lose hope
there’s work for you to do
Share your testimony
About what I can do
Others are waiting on you to show your light
Don’t hide under bushel
You’re required to be in plain sight
Your doubts and fears
Cast your cares on me
I was a man acquainted with your grief
Remind yourself of what my Son came to do
Encourage yourself in me
When ecstatic and when blue
Weeping daughter
Hear these words
Do not harden your heart
I will perform every promise
You’ve gotta be willing to depart
From self and be guided by my Holy Spirit
Too many with itching ears don’t recognize Truth when they hear it
I ask you to follow me on this sometimes lonely road
But your destination will be a crown in your Heavenly abode
COME HOME, my child
Congratulations Marathoners!
You did it! Congratulations! I am very much impressed! You wrote 24 poems in 24 hours. This is an achievement that few poets ever accomplish. Now you should probably go get some sleep.
After every marathon I have participated in I, have been filled with exhaustion but also a tremendous sense of achievement. I hope you have that too.
If you completed the marathon please send us an email in the next couple of days to poets@thepoetrymarathon.com with your full name and email address in the body of the email. In the next few weeks you should receive your digital certificate.
My dearest love
Your heart is beating with mine.
You are never faraway because my heart has two beats.
One beat is my love for you.
The other beat is your love .
That never left my heart.
Yes to confession,
No to the crime,
Yes to the poet,
No to the rhyme,
Yes to the wasting,
No to the waste,
Yes to the progress,
No to the haste,
Yes to the helping,
No to the sigh,
Yes to the process,
No to the lie,
Yes to embolden,
No to the bold,
Yes to the glowing,
No to the gold,
Yes to the searching,
No to the coal,
Yes to the sharing,
No to the toll,
Yes to the heartbeat,
No to the cage,
Yes to the freedom,
No to the slave,
Yes to uncensored,
No to the bleep,
Yes to the music,
No to the creep,
Yes for the people,
No for the cop,
Yes from the bottom,
No from the top.
Hour 24 – The Slide
There is only one moment
on any given day when
the carnage of life
just fades away
it’s that slide
into sleep
that place
between
dreams
and
death.