MJJCs Official Daily Poems & Reflections Thread

Your poem was very intense and interesting Friend. Beautiful poems Poe and Pua. Thank you for sharing. :)
 
This poem is for Michael--a tribute on his 50th birthday. I've posted it in his birthday message thread, but thought I'd put it here too, since it is a poem :D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY and God bless you Michael!

Michael’s Fiftieth Birthday

Fifty years you’ve lived your life
Held the dream and borne the strife
Given all you had to share
Accomplishments beyond compare

Music is your art of choice
To touch the world with crystal voice
To soothe or dare with wit and rhyme
Such melodies as outlast time!

Your dance enchants the coldest heart
Stokes the flame and lights the spark
While women swoon and men admire
Your movements set their souls on fire

Your beauty never fades or dims
Nor style conforms to fashion whims
You innovate in many fields
See what the unbridled spirit yields!

Compassion leads your tender heart
To deeds of goodness done apart
Where none can see the hands you hold
The sick, the suffering, lost and cold

And still you persevere despite
Outrageous slander, threat and slight
While jealous hearts try to invade
And decimate what you have made

But God protects you in His palm
Sheltering you from evil's harm
For He has called you to proclaim
Peace and harmony in His name

A world where love can heal and feed
All children despite race or creed
A loving father to your own
Three darling ones who grace your home

On this, your birthday Michael dear
I wish with all my heart, sincere
That you will know how much you're loved
On Earth below and in Heaven above

Your future lit with happy days
Creative challenge, success and praise
Good health and comfort, love's embrace
Sweet kisses on your gorgeous face

With blessings sent from God on high
Your greatest dreams to satisfy
Adorn you with the crown deserved
Five decades in His kingdom served

Dimity
August 29, 2008

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[FONT=Times New Roman, serif] (an old poem lol)[/FONT]

~Story time

All children young and small gather round
take a peer to this book I have found
Its pages dusty with age
its pages smelling of sage

I open forth a path to an unknown world
Where wishes dreams never die,
Magic, happiness begins to arise.
pain and misery become blind

These words are a gate to the past
as you children listen with attentive ears
sensitive to what you hear
A world escaping lively from every page
Just take a glance into the world that waits

Gather round children, both tired and alert
Extend your hand as Magic arrives
I smile with glee to your excited cries
God, I wish youth never dies.

A parting from the havens comes a gift
yet the words of very pages are nothing more than a mere wish
I envelop my arms around you
to love protect you
the magic on this very page will not hurt you.

All children gather round both sick and healthy
Yes! All of you both poor and wealthy
that within the night would be an event
so beautiful, so heaven sent
a moment in life you'll never forget

Yes, all children from all nations
Listen carefully with grace
while we are neither confined to time or place
Let each word ring from this book
from tales of Peter Pan to captain Hook.
we unleash the magic around us
This book is our escape to safety....

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(An older Poem I have written... milestones ago)



[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Strength[/FONT]​

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Within the darkness I cannot see forth[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]My world has stopped turning [/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I am still struggling, hurting[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Look what you've done to me, my mind shatters[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Why should I keep trying nothing matters[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]That look in your eyes break me down[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]The voice of an angel such a soothing sound.[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]You were the one who hurt me[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Couldn't you just let me be?[/FONT]​

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Your eyes sting through my soul[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]at once your lies ignored yet you still stood bold[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I bleed pain, trying to remain sane[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]is this what you do? You refuse to take the blame?[/FONT]​

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Your acts so vile, so temperamental [/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]You were so sweet yet that wasn't simple[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]we argue, cut as knives into ones flesh[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]You fight deathly, unfairly, drawing my last breath[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I have grown tired to your selfish ways[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]we must part ways keeping anger at bay[/FONT]​

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Know this, when I emerge from the darkness[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]The light within my soul will shine bright[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I survived through the darkest, kept up the fight[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Now I am untouchable, soaring with incredible length[/FONT]​
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Now I look back and through this pain I have gained relentless strength[/FONT]​

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(The heaviest Illness, a more recent one)
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The heaviest Illness[/FONT]​

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Your pulse quicken, images forgotten, you look to me with forgotten eyes[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Your gentle smile, thriving for miles, through hurt and pain, never again will be the same[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Your hand rest in mine, Such little time, your fragile, [/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Your name whispered amongst the tongues of angels, its your time.[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]From the silver velvet of your hair, from the wisdom you carried remains heavily scarce. [/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The illness you carried, would alter the pain remained buried, your life slipping with each verse.[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Before you go, to the paradise promised, would you like to know, [/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]the impact you brought within my life, symboled as an angels light of life and love?[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Would you like to know, that begotten wisdom you thrived to instill in me, has taken forth? [/FONT]​

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Before you go, on the journey there after, to which I cannot commend[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I beam with glory, as God held his heart dear, to this journey you shall begin[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Watchful eyes as of pouring moonlight, there he'll stare never leaving,[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]He'll be there to guide you through, smile though your last moments, breathe without fearing.[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Beside your bed, watching your breath arise, slowly as a token of momentum, a sacrifice[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The presentation of past actions, pain, envy, jealousy, happiness, enrage, ring forth to your eyes.[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]In your last moments, the actions you bestowed in life you neither cared for worthless stress of life's lies. [/FONT]​

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The moment your life was poured within your lifeless shell, this illness remained withheld,[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]from the first breath you allowed, to the last breath, your illness rebelled[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]This illness taking your life, just as the clock of life hums its sadistic tick, [/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]This illness we all carry, its never buried, it never fades, like timeless wine.[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]This illness is the illness of “life”, to which we all suffer[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Never missing a soul born onto this earth, look within, you carry this trait![/FONT]​

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Now here you lie, time has abide by the battle you fought yet never succeed,[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]the sadness rang, as death bells ring alongside your soul, its your time, it's you who the angels need[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The illness has won, life has worn you to the limit[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The life has slipped from your breathless shell, in awe I stare, with tears I weep[/FONT]​
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Here you lie with the heaviest illness, the illness of life a battle never to be won. [/FONT]​


 
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The following poem is deicated to my mother's family.

If you guys love me

If you guys love me, then you would say it.
You guys don't care about me, all you
care about is the partying that you
guys do everyday.

I know it's not my business to
question any of you, but. I don't
want any of you in my life if
you're going to live your
life this way.

You guys ask about me alot
and I'm tired of it. If you
guys love me so damn
much then don't ask
about me.

I've tired to give all of you
the benifeit of the doubt.
all that has done is make
me angry.

There's not much I can do
expect push all of you away.
That's going to make me
very happy.

All of you ask me to forgive you
I'm not the forgiving kind. I've
got more people who actually
give a damn about me more
than any of you will ever know.
 
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other worldy seasons

the season of niavety has come and gone
when discernment was as far as the day is long
leaps of faith that i took for no reason at all
the benefit of the doubt granted to all regardless
the detriment that might have been unduly endured
was prevented altogether, granted to me as a gift of mercy
i am not forced to on my own understanding rely, i am blessed
we all have such a blessing, the one who gives it rations it not
my gift was doubly given with a teacher who is patient and wise
where i falter, the teacher understands and gently corrects
so much easier it is now to sift what is false from what is true
i love the teacher who has taught me, not to gain my love from any
selfishness, but teaches to gain my love for the one from whom
my teacher was sent, worlds i never would have seen, are just there
my fear has significantly diminished, as i marvel these are everywhere
more intune, i also am more aware now of other things far less marvelous
in due time, in due time, patience is a gift which i must still await
the guideposts are provided and i can only point, this is for all i am
responsible, tries to go quiet and let the guideposts do their job
the elements never rest, coming together at just the right moment,
to bring out from the dark what resides into the light of day, where
those who do harm are duly dealt, righteousness has its own clock,
and can be cheated not by the games people play, in its precision,
it prevails without fail. its will be done. in its time, it will have its way.
 
^ good poem friend I liked it a lot :flowers:


Resilient am I feeling this day onward I go
The want of adventure sparks something
I want to do it all and everything at once
The day brings promises of all things good
I await the arrival of it and am happy inside

This will be a better day I will make it so
Make someone to smile or even grin some
Happiness is given to those who retrieve it
Go for the gusto when you feel the mood
Everything happens for a reason in life
Don't let things like this pass you on by

Grab onto it and reach for the best prize
Opportunity given is always a good sign
Take it and nourish it and make it yours
Days like this happen once in a while
So take it and use it to full advantage
In doing so you will be so glad you did

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my magical kite

It flies above the trees floating lightly
upon the springtime breeze.
Freely it goes higher and higher until
I can barely make out its design.
Oh to be far above it all and just fly
away high up to the clouds.
It dips and bobs to and fro waiting
for the winds powerful command.
Sturdy and strong I watch as the
currents send it soaring upward.
Thinking to myself how lovely it
would be to send it to Heaven



 
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A few by Lord Byron

Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal availed on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky.
'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh:
Oh! more than tears of blood can tell,
When wrung from guilt's expiring eye,
Are in that word - Farewell! - Farewell!
These lips are mute, these eyes are dry;
But in my breast and in my brain,
Awake the pangs that pass not by,
The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
My soul nor deigns nor dares complain,
Though grief and passion there rebel;
I only know we loved in vain -
I only feel - Farewell! - Farewell!

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I Would I Were a Careless Child I would I were a careless child,
Still dwelling in my Highland cave,
Or roaming through the dusky wild,
Or bounding o'er the dark blue wave;
The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride
Accords not with the freeborn soul,
Which loves the mountain's craggy side,
And seeks the rocks where billows roll.
Fortune! take back these cultured lands,
Take back this name of splendid sound!
I hate the touch of servile hands,
I hate the slaves that cringe around.
Place me among the rocks I love,
Which sound to Ocean's wildest roar;
I ask but this - again to rove
Through scenes my youth hath known before.
Few are my years, and yet I feel
The world was ne'er designed for me:
Ah! why do dark'ning shades conceal
The hour when man must cease to be?
Once I beheld a splendid dream,
A visionary scene of bliss:
Truth! - wherefore did thy hated beam
Awake me to a world like this?
I loves - but those I love are gone;
Had friends - my early friends are fled:
How cheerless feels the heart alone,
When all its former hopes are dead!
Though gay companions o'er the bowl
Dispel awhile the sense of ill'
Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul,
The heart - the heart - is lonely still.
How dull! to hear the voice of those
Whom rank or chance, whom wealth or power,
Have made, though neither friends nor foes,
Associates of the festive hour.
Give me again a faithful few,
In years and feelings still the same,
And I will fly the midnight crew,
Where boist'rous joy is but a name.
And woman, lovely woman! thou,
My hope, my comforter, my all!
How cold must be my bosom now,
When e'en thy smiles begin to pall!
Without a sigh would I resign
This busy scene of splendid woe,
To make that calm contentment mine,
Which virtue know, or seems to know.
Fain would I fly the haunts of men -
I seek to shun, not hate mankind;
My breast requires the sullen glen,
Whose gloom may suit a darken'd mind.
Oh! that to me the wings were given
Which bear the turtle to her nest!
Then would I cleave the vault of heaven,
To flee away, and be at rest.
 
W. H. Auden




Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
 
ty poefiend :flowers: i love yours and byron's and the one movingcoolcat posted too! thanks :)
 
i didn't overlook you guys, beautiful immunity, pua, dim and sweet princess, just didn't read up that far. im a little off, i read from the bottom up of threads instead of the top down lol. in any case, all of your entries are awesome! just wanted you to know i thought so.
 
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This poem is for Michael--a tribute on his 50th birthday. I've posted it in his birthday message thread, but thought I'd put it here too, since it is a poem :D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY and God bless you Michael!

Michael’s Fiftieth Birthday

Fifty years you’ve lived your life
Held the dream and borne the strife
Given all you had to share
Accomplishments beyond compare

Music is your art of choice
To touch the world with crystal voice
To soothe or dare with wit and rhyme
Such melodies as outlast time!

Your dance enchants the coldest heart
Stokes the flame and lights the spark
While women swoon and men admire
Your movements set their souls on fire

Your beauty never fades or dims
Nor style conforms to fashion whims
You innovate in many fields
See what the unbridled spirit yields!

Compassion leads your tender heart
To deeds of goodness done apart
Where none can see the hands you hold
The sick, the suffering, lost and cold

And still you persevere despite
Outrageous slander, threat and slight
While jealous hearts try to invade
And decimate what you have made

But God protects you in His palm
Sheltering you from evil's harm
For He has called you to proclaim
Peace and harmony in His name

A world where love can heal and feed
All children despite race or creed
A loving father to your own
Three darling ones who grace your home

On this, your birthday Michael dear
I wish with all my heart, sincere
That you will know how much you're loved
On Earth below and in Heaven above

Your future lit with happy days
Creative challenge, success and praise
Good health and comfort, love's embrace
Sweet kisses on your gorgeous face

With blessings sent from God on high
Your greatest dreams to satisfy
Adorn you with the crown deserved
Five decades in His kingdom served

Dimity
August 29, 2008

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have to make a special comment on this one cause it is just so loving. this one captured so many elements of the man, love it especially. ty so much for posting it.
 
All Things Lost

Searching endless seeking
boundless journey taken
looking for All Things Lost

As it is so shall it be when
we come to find the truth
justifies the meaning thereof.

Reaching always keeping
endless pains so forsaken
inside of this troubled way.

So shall I find some peace
whether outwardly or inwardly
gifted with those who care always.

Finding out that abundance isn't
just being so much more than less
[FONT=&quot]and All Things Lost brings supplication.

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Dark moods
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With fevered brow I weary over matters that to
some might appear so much more mundane.
My total existence has become one of going
into fretting and then happiness and back again.
This Chaotic bantering within needs to cease
and I for want of comfort need be to stop it.
Melancholy and all of its madness brought its
friends to visit with me today despite it all.
I will not sup upon the massive feeling it
is giving me I try to venture thoughts away.
Steadfast let me be and sure my aim to
erase the morbid thoughts pending thus.
I cannot for the life of me figures out what
I have done wrongly though be it so sad.
I will reconstruct this thing and build it to
my liking until something shining appears.
Then and only then can I regain my happy
times and smile again out of bleakness.

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I am Humble

Through all your defiling
your debased motions of
unattainable function
contaminating areas of
me I dare not expose for
fear of judgmental words.
Desecrated misfortune of
things unveiled by profane
and empty lies told and grossly
overly fabricated to bring shock.
Yet I stay peace filled
Non- moved and steadfast
speak it all bring me down
I will not be changed for
I am Humble.



 
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Taking it day by day

You just have to take each day one step at a time
By lending your heart to hope such love you will find
There's always a way to find a better day by and by
When the going gets rough then you really must try

Sometimes you feel like giving in but not this time
just listen to your voice within just dont lose yourself
Soon it will be alright you'll see the light don't give up
oh no for you've got a long tedious way yet still to go.

When the mountains are too hard to climb and
you feel like you're just wasting all of your time
Go ahead and find yourself now be your best
and just a little trust sometimes fixes the rest

Sometimes I dream and never act upon it
but not this time my dreams will come true
Oftentimes I get a little off track and Ive lost my way
but not this time I am going to make it come and stay

Just listen to your soul and maybe then you'll know
and destiny will lead you and show you which way to go
When you don't know what do to just listen to your heart
it will guide you with assurance for a brand new happy start.


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Contrite Moment


As I sit here with pen in hand wanting to write my heartfelt woes
I could not bring myself to such a measure and void am I of care.
Would that I could take back all my words I dare say I wish it so
for words can maim and cut and tear at a heart like a dagger true.
The cause of the matter moot now and solemn am I to even speak
wishing for the right thing to say only makes me get teary eyed.
So I try to pen my inner contents only to just sit and stare outright
cautious is my reasoning for my minds ponderings ring void now.
Why is life so hard at times when situations seem their bleakest
a wish for brighter things tends to try and turn my heart upright.
Pen in hand I concentrate as the message I write seems bland
but time is of an essence and is all I have right now it seems.





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dance of the butterfly

soaring graceful she levitates above
with movements akin to those of a ballerina
butterfly you enchant me to watch you as
you float majestically beautiful around me
dancing like a top spinning your charms
soft to the touch and delicate to the eye.
I am blessed by such nature and am full of
gratitude for such a gracious creature as you


 
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The Chosen One

Peace of mind has now become as elusive as the
feelings of happiness I once knew.

Dignity may be lost but the truth of the matter
will not ever go un-noticed.

I am broken I am torn I feel scattered in all ways hurtful
concerning my inner self I shall bend but I will never Break.


Hardships bring us strengths untold and build
a renewed sense of something much needed.

Weep not for the indignities of the unjust deeds done here
for they've no thought of the repercussions to be rendered.

The feeling of the devastation of my wounded heart will soon pass
and Love and Peace shall rule again over all.

God has promised me my comfort for as it is said;
Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh
in the morning.

Being troubled and full of strife is only just a part
of being more human to the devices of those lesser things.

Keep your head held up with dignity and fight within yourself
to be not as those preying for gain just let Goodness shine forth instead.

Crying does not end you it saturates the bad and draws it
out of those places in you hurting deeply and will soon heal.

That which hurts us only makes us very much stronger
to bring us to higher levels of a better realization.

Let it come to pass for it's truly believed to be the inner
workings of God greatest Plan to prove his Righteousness.

Use me for an example if need be Dear God for you said many are called
but few are Chosen oh let me be your Chosen one.

Let me be thy instrument Oh God if need be show me how to
project to others the Glory of thy Love, Compassion, Joy, Hope and Truth.
 
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Complete me


awaken me with gentle care and take
me high up to the starry skies above.
I long to lie within your arms and
feel your breath mingle with mine.
Sweet ecstasy divine and I am lost
and gone within the realm of no return.
Caress me the way only you know how
and I shall render tender passions in return.
Bring me to the edge of desire and then wait
make me beg you for ultimate completion.
For with you I am full to bursting and wish
to overflow with your love and affections.
 
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Last one today..........

My Dearest Muse

Oh Inspire me like you always do be my muse
put into me something spectacular and lovely.
Bring to me the charm of the ages that only
you hold deep within those resources divine.

I am taken in Dear Muse by a certain flair
that you give holding me so beguiled again.
Help me to create that magnificent magic
that only you know and show oh so well.

Take me Dear Muse to other places and
to long lost times from far away long past.
Show me the beauty of you and make me
burst with ideas that will even astonish me!


Let us invent that something new never
tried and or dared to be ventured upon.
I in return Dearest of Muses shall and
will always bestow my deepest thanks.
 
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i am blown away again poefiend by the candidness of your poetry, so many different emotions, and feels like i experienced each one, just really caught me. love all of them, especially love complete me and dance of the butterfly, ty so much for posting.

pua, i am assuming from footprints you are a mommy, that was so sweet and touching :flowers:
 
^^Thank you for liking it friend :flowers: I'm actually only a mommy to my animals right now, maybe someday :D
 
^^Thanks Poe :D I enjoyed your poems as well :flowers:
 
michael michael ur so cool
i always grab my crotch at school
the teachers will call me a fool
because i hurt my little tool
ur the best and u rule,
michael michael ur so cool.
 
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