Rose & Thorn Poetry

I am the butterfly struggling in the rain,  The morning touch of sun that cuts through the haze,   The colors arrayed in the dark night sky, When the lights go dim and the milky vein, Entrances the eyes. I am the lullaby found in rough terrain, The vague shadow that eludes one's searching gaze, The comforting warmth in freezing plight, A welcomed drink, like tea or champagne, Which comforts at night. I am the loyal thrum felt throbbing through veins, The reminder during struggles and harsh days, Encouragement to endure the fight. I am the smile that dilutes pain, It will be alright. I am the unperceived translucent membrane, The quick flutter of eth'real gossamer daze, The sheer shimmer of dragonfly wings. A feigned reflection in dew drops plain, Reified as kings. This is who I am This is my name

Down deep inside the depth of soul, A shielded flame, it keeps me whole. So strong it keeps me sane and warm, This guiding light of holy storm. Unmindful eyes forget this flame, But during darkest nights exclaim, What splendid beauty brightly burns, Away the fear so joy returns. Oh light of peace well woven deep, My anxious heart in sunny warmth to steep. In chaos whispers flame of might, Such hope to chase away the night, To bring me courage, strength and faith, To fight despair and haunting wraiths. Dismay and anguished life that strains,  Through troubling times yet peace remains. Unseen yet always felt; How droll, Such light could warm a worried soul. Through tears and pain, though grief assail, My prudent guide yet welds my heart so frail. This light which holds coherence tight, Ignites the mind with peace delight. Secured by faithful tiny thread, Endure the days so filled with dread. The rain will never cause its death, Neither the wind shall ...

For death and darkness reigned on earth below, When Love did look upon the souls in thrall, Though not a go-between for them did show. Amidst dismay, when mortals felt such pall, In sin and sorrow, held by chains that maul, A holy child of promised birth thus came, A righteous shepherd sent for sheep who fall. "Such peace and love from God," the saints proclaim, For humble children have received His name. Rebirth! The night deceased, the day secured, The old renewed, no longer Death shall reign! By gift of God's own Spirit, life's assured. From death the Son did rise, thus all is well. Oh weary soul, rejoice in Immanuel!

I wrote this poem while I was waiting for my car to be fixed. I always carry a notepad for occasions like this. Boredom leads to creative things, in this case a poem. The Tree The tree so tall and stately, One forgets it waited so patiently. From its tiny days when it was born, When it grew out of tiny acorn, It waited while it grew to form. On rainy days or sunny warm, It persisted through it all. And then one day, it was so tall.

The Sleeping Dragon Inside my soul there sleeps A passionate fiend, A dragonous beast-- A heart that beats. The roaring, raging emotionality, Strong and dangerous brutality, I try to keep it at rest, Keep it subdued, Hidden and suppressed. The many feelings kept sleeping inside, You can’t see them, I’ve put them out of sight. All those bothersome emotions, In a morphed distorted beast. A dangerous and difficult task, To manage this monster with its vast array of teeth. Slowly breaking me down, From inside, these burning feelings. In weariness I fear this mayhem may get released. Oh that complicated compilation, Of all those tiresome emotions. I never know when it will awake, What disaster it will try to initiate. I can’t promise constraint when it finally breaks away. Without relent it seeks a way To let itself be freed. This seething dragon devising inside my head, I mustn’t listen to the trickery. For if these emotions are given credenc...

Assumptions. They are everywhere. They are the first step in finding truth but not truth itself. Sometimes it is easier just to assume than to go to trouble of finding out for sure. Here are some assumptions (more of a list than a poem) that I have encountered and some I have assumed myself. Have you ever assumed these things or had them assumed about you? Assumptions People assume if your siblings are taller, they are older People assume if you’re good at something, you must also like it People assume if you listen quietly and politely, you must agree with them If you take a break, people assume you must have given up or forgotten If you are slow to accept an idea people assume you are stubborn If you are quick to accept an idea people assume you are fickle People assume         if you find yourself in bad circumstances, it is the result of your irresponsibility         if you talk about yourself, it...

I Long to Breathe I find it difficult to breathe when you are around, I choke and suffocate yet never make a sound. You exhale toxic fume that poisons my delight, But I’m afraid of confrontation and putting up a fight. Spew your negativity, Scream your hateful words, Continue on your rampage, on your heedless “holy” war. Expel all that pent up rage, Spill it all on me. One day I’ll find the courage to fly myself free, Out from your cage of darkness, The one with cold bars, Made of shame and guilt and inability. I’ll breathe in joy one day, I’ll breathe in love and peace, When I free myself from your subjection and selfish lack of responsibility. Don't Look at Me Some people run through life excited Some dance with joy unhindered Some frolic in fields of beauty But…       …I…                       ...I...        ...