So many trails and places  
to see.
In this beautiful province of
captivating BC.
With popular hikes packed, don't
let it despair.
There's plenty more trails through
the wilderness air.
Through rivers, streams, and forests,
we go:
from day hikes to camp nights....
we get to know.
Through mountains some climb,
and carefully tread, through  elevations
so high, we know we're not dead.
Snow capped veils in winter that
sparkle and glisten;
to the summer green juniper, moss, veridian
meadows and trees.... stop, look and listen.
Forests chant out with birds whistling and
echoing a tune.
The eagle soars high,  ducks quack, and the
sound of the loon.
Breathtaking views, from mountain tops
and roadway stops;
some places travelled with outdoor concessions
and souvenir shops.
From the  north coast and of wild forests' pines
and tall spruce to see.,
to the south pacific of ocean beaches and shores
to roam free.
From east of the Rockies...like majestic
walls stand,
through west coast island, and country side,
forests ......our land!
Adventure BC;  "come, see what this place
has to explore!"
"There's no province , country, or state, that
I'd rather live more!"
From rural, urban, sea to land in
the province to be.
"Come, explore for yourself,
Adventure BC!"

@ Sherri G Harder

Once upon a time in the land of snow,
where snow-drifts hang like cliffs and icicles do grow.
Along thine winter's path, like a child out to play.
The air so fresh, and sunlight sparkles; what a lovely day.
Along thine winter's path, the trees majestic in blankets of white.
The stars shine through like magic ***** of light.
Along thine winter's path so crisp and serene.
Along thine winter's path, a winter-wonderland scene.
Along thine winter's path, memories so clear.
Along thine winter's path, no shadows and no fear.
To see children sledding down a hill playing so care free.
Along thine winter's path with snow light sparking, I long to see.
Along thine winter's path, with mittens, gloves, and scarves,
lending a helping hand.
Along thine winter's path I write, this winter poem now
hath come to say...The End.

Just when I thought
that I couldn't go on,
through God you help me
and I don't come undone.

  When I get into troubles
I know you are there,
to guide me through
and not to fear.

An angel watching
out for me,
even though I
do not see.

"Oh Lord" I cry,
"I know your here"
as you help make my
path clear.

Watching out for me
is an angel sent by you Lord,
faithfully by my side.

When I was a kid I didn't like waking up
before afternoon,
except for a Saturday...'Let me
watch those cartoons.'
I watched 'Smurfs' and 'Transformers',
to say the least.
Also 'Disneyland' shows with talking
tea cups as in 'Beauty and the beast.'
As an adult I know 'Racoons' really don't talk,
in the way we can tell.
Now there is 'Harry Potter', wonder if
he can really do spell.
Forests and fairies and trees sometimes
dance.
Also in, 'Wizard of oz,'  the yellow brick road
was given a chance.
Like magical kingdoms with mountain
tops with peaks at their highest.  
With fairies looking like little people....
Oh my.... now there's Anthropomorphism at its finest.

Ships like phantoms
lost at sea.
Waves are crashing,
tumbling free.
Lightning striking, dazzling,
bolting.
Thunder rumbling, growling,
jolting.
The clouds slowly drift away
at ease.
A rainbow appears with a
feeling of peace.
The ship was rocking, now
sways gently close to shore.
The lighthouse beams its light
once more.

Cool, misty, autumn air.
Harvest time and fall fair.
Leaves of orange, yellow, red.
Unspoken beauty left unsaid.
  Darker nights are coming too.
No more summer skies of blue.
Still many a splendor sights to see.
To watch leaves sway so peacefully.

In this life you'll find there many
heartaches and pain.
Some people stay and many go to
never see again.
Don't let the ones that leave, ever
bring you down.
Be the best that you can be, and turn
around that frown.
Its okay to cry sometimes, for it shows
your human empathy.
It helps to recover from social sadness,
or anxiety.
Just be the best that you can be.
You don't always have an answer;
don't be afraid to look.
Life is like a journey,
not a perfect storybook.
Don't be afraid....don't let
people walk all over you.
Keep it real, keep
it true.
Keep your self together and head
held high.
Don't be afraid to show emotion.
Its okay to cry.
Let go of anger, grudges and
the pain.
You'll see the light of who you
are again.
You will find and you will see....
that you can be the best that
you can be,

@ Sherri G Harder

We've all been hurt and
some tell us  a lie.
It makes me want to  lay down
and cry.
Then I think of the ones that
have been by my side,
We learn to trust a few at a time
and take it in stride.
We see each other at times, stumble,
and fall.
Sooner or later, we slowly, yet surely
break down a wall,
when we learn to trust and
in Christ follow.
It helps us to become less shallow,
and hollow.
For love and forgiveness is
God's caring way,
and to those that struggle with this-
for them I pray.

I've fallen so many times Lord.
I've kept trying it mine own way.
I've kept searching in wrong places.
With your word calling me to obey.
I don't always have all the answers, and
I know you try to show me.
When dark clouds of fear and doubt
restrain me from really being free.
I feel like sometimes, I am drowning,
and not sure how to get my air.
I know you warned of trials and that
life's not always fair.
I know sometimes, I am losing one too
many battles as the enemy closes in.
With peoples constant lies, manipulation,
that takes its toll on me, its harder to always win.
I am trying harder to swim.
My scars once stinging from the devil's
snare.
Like a deer in headlights;
too unfocused and unaware.
Maybe drowning is the answer, and death may
cut me like that rose from yesterday.
When the road of life gets weary,  I then
bow to you and pray.
I may be strangled by the wire of a
connection, maybe not from you.
Like that old telephone cord still dangling on a
deserted highway booth, that I once traveled through.
In my dreams last night, as I saw the clouds and heard
the thunder, beckoning me to go out and explore;
the rain and wind still on my skin....
daring me to want more.
When I got too close to the edge of that cliff, that
makes me want to jump or do something so abrupt;
I woke up from dreaming, before the ink from
my pen dried up.
I felt a peace wash over me of knowing that ,
through the storm, I will prevail.
Like the wind at sea, that through a boat-
drifting too far to sail.
I wake up with a tear, streaming
down my face.
I know I am not perfect Lord,
thank you for your grace.
I know some things, that I have to
take in stride.
To leave it in your hands God,
and cast away my pride.
To let go and let you help guide me; cause not I, not man,
or anything survive without you Lord Jesus.  I do see.
Only with you Lord God... Is there
true victory!

The scent of lake water or fresh
ocean breeze,
nearby forests of moss, pine, juniper and
summer green leaves.
the birds chirping, singing in trees.
The summer sun sparkles its spotlight
across the lake.
Live, explore, hike, swim....
the day is yours to take!
This land, in awe, so captivating with
mountains majestic;  "oh can't you see?
Awake, and adventure in beautiful, summer of
captivating... BC.

@ Sherri G Harder

Castle walls I've built
within my heart.
Castle walls lay ground to
tear the enemy apart.

Knights in armor;
guarding me well.
No ocean currants or armies
can near me dwell.
The armor I wear,
many do not see.
Its my protective shield...
in faith, I'm free.

Castle walls built higher
over the years.
Some guards let down,
yet no more tears.
Castle walls of armies,
not of brick.
In my mind, through walls....
can't trick.

My knights fight at command
with high, majestic sword.
The battle won with mighty truth...
of God's word.

@ Sherri G Harder

Chasing butterflies around and around.
Chasing butterflies that don't hit the ground.
Chasing butterflies into the light.
Chasing butterflies  while they are in flight.
Chasing butterflies I do no more or see,
since that I got stung by a bee.

We all have one life to live.
Its easier when we forgive.
We are like ships being tossed.
We start out being lost.
We need to win, not lose.
For what you stand for-choose.

Clouds--
slow, grey...
moving, floating, raining...
forming raindrops within--
changing.

Rain or shine there is beauty in both.
Clouds are the art to the skies canvas.

Some people only see basic colors like red, green, purple, yellow, and blue.
There are millions of each shades that I see within each of the hues.
Teals, cyans, golden colors and even black, greys and white.
Clouds can be lace, cotton, milk, ivory or snowflake bright.
Teals are in between blues and greens.
There are over millions of shades of of those in between.
When I was a kid and wanted to color or paint hues.
The lack of crayon choices in the boxes would seem quite few.
We live in a world some see as white and black.
Color vision is not something
I lack.
I have to wear polarized sunglasses at times to block out the sun.
Too much visual light can give  me a  headache. Not fun.

Life is like a stage as the play comes to a close.
Curtain Call!
Life is full of losses and a wage.
Curtain Call!
When the road is winding and you fall.
Curtain Call!
When the last scene fades and all.
Curtain Call!
You live, learn, love, and cry.
Curtain Call!
Some dance, play, work, and die.
Curtain Call!
Will you step out and try?  
Will you be too afraid to fly?                                      
Curtain Call!

Do not grow weary when someone puts you down.
Do not fear and please don't frown.
You are worth more than diamonds or gold.
Learn to grow and love will hold.
Learn to smile through the rain,
for time will heal all your pain.
Scars and bruises washed away from a bully's snare.
Ignore drama from the evil glare.
When life seems cold, don't harden your heart.
Look to God, for he won't part.
If you trust in Him and don't run a stray,
He will brighten up your day.
Don't be weary for too long,
keep on writing your own song.
Learn to sing and learn to dance,
doesn't matter who is better, just take a stance.
Let me help you through the tears.
Take a stand against your fears.
Like a love song so tranquil through the land,
Jesus longs to hold your hand.

I recall the beauty of a warm, spring day
and the sound of birds singing in the month of May.
I dream of flowers and streams nearby
and the clear, blue, hypnotic, dazzling sky.
I can almost remember the scent of daffodils in the air,
with green meadows around, all seems fair.
Lost is the gravity of the hands of time,
as I dream of springtime in another rhyme.

Raindrops beating like a heartbeat
feeling.
Thunder roars like a door slamming;
reeling.
Rhythmically dancing through the
dark,
as the lightening sounds remark.

As I lay in bed dreaming in the
night.
Knowing everything will be
alright.
Time seems to stand still as to
what I'm seeing.
So liberating and so freeing.

It's like a new adventure
for me.
To dream, to understand as to what
I see.
In my mind, it's like a whole new
thrill.
In my body, I feel a cool vibe
or chill.

Lightening flashes with streaks of
light.
Thunder roars one last time
with strength and might.
Casting shadows on the
wall.
Tress sway outside but dare not
fall.

I awaken for only a short
while.
Then I fall asleep again with a
gentle smile.
Knowing what I feel is perfect and
true.
Only peace inside casts its colored
hue.
Like a rainbow in the soul of
time.
Like a paper reaches pen
to rhyme.

Back to a place where I dare
to see what is truly there that
doeth not fright.
A place that brings me freedom
in my soul to see the sun hath
beckoned me by morn to write.

Never feel sorry for what you feel.
Always keep your feelings real.
Never apologize for others mistakes.
Learn to **** out all the fakes.
If you get hit by someone its not your fault.
Some relationships need to halt.
Bruises heal and the mind takes time.
I'm trying to guide those here by rhyme.
Don't get hooked on anyone's charm.
It may not last and can do harm.
When someone yells, bullies and calls
you names.
That is wrong, don't be ashamed.
If some never apologize and the lack empathy to you refuse.
They play head games and this is called emotional abuse.
So do not feel sorry or let your self become depressed.
Go put on a smile and go get dressed.
You deserve to be happy and never this way.
For those who suffer this fate....please get away.
I am not saying leave everyone that do these things read up above.
Some make mistakes and still genuinely do love.
Some are only going to bring you down,
Instead of happy times, mostly frowns.
When they hurt you and tell you to many  lies.
Maybe time to say goodbye.

I like to focus on one task
at a time.
As each poem I
do rhyme.
I don't like a lot of abstract theories
over analyzed.
Mumbo jumbo talk is a headache with conversation paralyzed.
I don't mind the chatterboxes that have a lot to say.
Just don't give me rambling about a million other points of views all day.
Focus on what you think, stop stuttering with your thought.
Get it out slready.
Time is ticking.... tik tok!_
Like drums have a beat and words have a rhythm too.
Words put together can be confusing without structure hue.
Somestimes people say things that make no sense.
They seem scattered, hyped up and act all tense.
Focus on what you want me
to hear.
Focus on what you say.  I have no problem with talkers,  I just like them to be clear.

Forgiveness is the greatest gift of all.
When we do something wrong,
yet someone catches our fall.
Like a parent that loves us unconditionally.
Even after we make mistakes,
they are still there to be.
Forgiving is hard to do, when we are so hurt.
some hold on to grudges,
and very few others would lend out their shirt.
When we forgive we show love in a strong way.
to show we can stop this cycle of hatred,
and continue each day.
Just as Jesus shed his blood on the cross for our sin.
We can too be examples of his love,
and with forgiveness- we win.
Don't hold on to the past of what someone else did.
for we don't see their struggles,
or the demons they hid.
We can choose forgiveness, and this --might need faith.
We can ask God for guidance and in his
love -bathe.

For Jesus loves me,
I will always know,
and with Him I will
surely grow.
For He will help me through
mine many fears,
and He will wipe away so
many tears.
For Jesus loves me like
a father holds his child's hand.
My faith in Him,
I take a stand.
To Him I'll always and
sincerely pray,
from within my soul and heart
I say.
For Jesus loves me and
also you.
I pray you'll have salvation
too. For He watches over me
in sight,
as I think of His love with
another poem I write.

I was running from the cold
scared to follow my heart or dare
chase a dream.
Never wanting to be told
what they thought of me
or what things might seem.
Living in the shadows
yet trying to catch a glimpse of
light shining through a part of me.
The part that wants to let go.
Running through the meadows
with my pen out,
like wild horses so young and free.

Don't be scared to open your eyes.
Things are not always easy if you
hold back the tears.
Its ok to be careful, but in the end you'll
never know how it could've felt unless
you do what you can do and stop
living through the fears.

Letting go of the struggles that I
once thought of and being able to cry and feel.
Love for something inside that's burning
inside of me.
Learning how to let go to, rhyming with my
heart and soul so free.
like drumming to a new beat, dancing in the rain,
to my poetry.

Its in my heart, its in my soul.
I've rediscovered that I can be free to
be me!

We poets write what's on our mind
and in our heart.
To us it comes naturally, never questioning
it. To us its art.
To every curve we feel the pen stroking
on the paper wall,
like a dancer swaying in rhythm and to
dare not fall.
From one poet to another, we have a common
courtesy for most.
We either love it or we don't or can share it
playing host.
We appreciate each others differences and
poetic style.
Even when we disagree, we never argue,
as we smile.
From one poet to another, we can feel ones
pain and joy.
Though we never knock each other down
or do no harm employ.
From one poet to another, its a way of
sharing what's in our soul.
Whether it be good or bad, we respect each other
for simply sharing and letting go.
We can write about most anything like nature, love,
pain, art, or rock.
The worst thing from one poet to another, is a thing
called "writer's block."
So when we take the time to very publically; to
from our depths do share.
Its a way of sharing a piece of our minds like a
a window to our soul declare.
Even though we may hide away from
time to time.
It's because we're always thinking and
reflect on past experiences to rhyme.
Most of us are pretty social and can
be artistic in other ways.
Like music, dancing, singing or
acting and directing  plays.
We choreograph our feelings out
and lay them out as words of art.
Sharing to others to enjoy a piece
of our life that taketh part.
We don't always say things out loud
properly and publically.
We are sometimes better writing in what we
do best- in written poetry.
From one poet to another, we know some get it
or they don't.
Most poets will because they can disect it
or they won't.
From one poet to another, we know we
don't always have to rhyme our word.
I prefer to write in rhyme, but when I don't-
other poets don't think its absurd.
From one poet to another, we write our
feelings, thoughts and beliefs with ease.
From one poet to another, for some its
a masterpiece.

Sherri Harder

Earthen soil covers the ground
as the campfire crackles with that
sparling sound.
The sky twinkles with stars like
tiny little glow bugs.
The sky blankets its love with warm
summer hugs.
A breeze so gently whispers and so not in vain.
The creation of God is so beautiful as
He's calling my name.
To explore new paths and trails and
outdoors run so free.
I remember the campsite I shared
it with thee.

Goodbye to summer.
Do you miss the warm sunshine?
Warm days are no more.

The freshness of the morning air
and the shining of the sun.
Glory to God for this new morn,
for another day hath begun.
With the beauty of the landscape,
and freshness of the dew,
Let's praise God together as
we begin this day anew.

Its been a grey November,
the summers over now.
I just can't remember ;
memories turned
to frost,
with what now
is lost.

I just can't remember how in this cold,
I've numbed everything.
I don't recall what warmth of sun
shall bring.
Is that feeling lost
forever?
Is that lost all
together?

Shadows fade in and out
from the glistening sun.
Memories ....like a loaded
gun.
They shoot in darkness...
in the mountains;
pictures taken with cascading
waterfalls and  fountains.

In grey November, by lakes and rivers....
my have things grown cold.
Frosty sunsets and pale skies...
and icy truths be told.

In the cold grey November.
Don't want to remember...
Grey November!
I open windows to feel
the air.
I really don't
care.
I like the freeze of arctic....
chill on my skin and chill
to bone.
Memories for now, half turned
to stone.
In the grey November....
until I remember...
back to September...
when I know that I am loved:
Through December, and past winter
and forever part of me.
I know I will be eternally loved.

Through the grey November...I'm
where I want to be.
I am free.
Through the icy storms...
I won't succumb.
I have always and will forever...
overcome.

Even through the chill of winter, I am set free
through grey November....I did not bow.
Through grey November... I am me...
I remember now.

@ Sherri G Harder

I'm beginning to see  light at
the end of the tunnel.
Don't stop now - you pull me through
trouble.
I yearn to see your face,
full of His amazing grace.

I keep seeking your truth
when I'm lost in the shadows.
I can run free from the storm,
when I'm in your green meadows.
I know you are always there
and you call out to me.
To hold your hand and to walketh
with thee.
To trust in you and not fear like Psalms 23.

You make me feel alive.
With you I can survive.

I'm beginning to see a light at
the end of the tunnel.
Don't stop now- you pull me through
trouble.
I yearn to see your face,
full of His amazing grace.

I will forever sing your praise
and love you each and every day.
I will always search your voice and
bow to you and pray.
I hope to you I find
this song in heart I rhyme.  

I'm beginning to see the light at
the end of the tunnel.
Don't stop now- you pull me through
trouble.
I yearn to see your face.
Full of His amazing grace.

I am walking through this crazy world
with so much love to share.
I am dancing through the rain at night
wondering why I even dare.
With predators on the prowl
and darkness all around,
I know I have God's angels watching me
even though they make no sound.
I am protected by His armour
and He knows and guides my step,
even when I wander off a bit
He brings me back so I don't forget.
No need to hire bodyguards
for they are just mortal men.
I have His protection day and night
His angels he will send.

Honesty is being real and not being fake.
Its about being open with yourself,
and more than give and take.
Honesty is not telling all your secrets
to everyone on the street.
Its about sharing truth to what is asked
and is a great and honorable feat.
Honesty is being loyal when you say you will fulfill.
Honesty is keeping promises and not blabbing
them at your will.  
Honesty feels love and shares so openly.
Honest people learn to cherish and feel
so much empathy.

I'm in a race with time
trying to find
what was lost
is now mine
a peace of mind.
I am free

Nothing to hide
nothing to fear
shadows fade
light is here
yet I hear
like horses galloping,
wings soaring,
and dolphins chatting
I am free

I see
but do not
dreams forgot
the thrill the rush
an escape from
night and day
I need to see
all of me
and be free

death dying gone
back again
wrong
deeper further
sound unite
flying feeling
strength and might
all of me
to see
yet I am free

space and air breathe
back to life
healthy happy
no more strife
good and bad
all of me
here to stay
I am free

dancing,
heartbeat,
melody,
rhythm,
writing,
poetry
train tracks clacking
through the rain
thunder roaring
flames like fire
lightning
thrilling
searching
finding
knowing
all of me
soon to see
what will be
I am free

like the wind
on my skin
like a sail
off to sea
I am free
I am free

I may not be perfect, but I sure know who I am.
I may not always look my best nor like a model
out of Glam.  
I may not have been the perfect child that
in school was studious.
I did my own thing into sports and
hobbies, like my writing and thought -
how prodigious.
I may not always seem so humble even though
I should.
I know I have so many options in life and wonder
what would work or could.
I sometimes feel too much or think too much,
and need to take a break.
My mind gets tired of regrets to those
things I could never make.
I sometimes break apart from what I usually do.
Like isolating myself alone and not talking,
because I'm tired and can get depression too.
I am me and wish some saw the deeper side
of me--if only some could see.
The side that isn't always strong or tough,
but the inner soul of hey ... " I am me."

I am not lonely when I am alone
I am more lonely when I am with
people that lie and cause each other pain.
Please don't take my love in vain.
I am not lonely and can feel relief.
I am not lonely cause I have the option
to leave.

With every lie you said about me,
I didn't slander your name back.
With every piece of childish gossip
I heard- I moved on and back on track.
With the jealous rage and anger that
you put a scar upon my head,
I pulled myself back up to carry on
one day to find awaking in a hospital bed.
I was foolish to even trust you,
and shed too many tears in vain.
I found myself one day when I
decided not to go through that again.
I got back up and carried on with a new
vow and lease on life.
That I would never trust completely
and not take any more abuse or strife.
I got back up and on my own
I came out on top unscathed
For that battle is done and finished
and a new way I have paved.
I am not alone when by myself
nor darkness or anything rise against me anymore.
For I am still here as I got back up
and have God with me to walk that shore.

How come when people cry,
others that see them just keep walking by?
Where is heart and where is soul?
Is it a lost art and no more a goal?
Some may have hidden their pain inside,
with bitter, angry foolish pride.
Maybe they are fatherless or grew up poor,
maybe they are ill, resentful and sore.
Why do some hit, hurt and lie?
Why do some not even care to question why?
Scars and bruises wither away,
to see the light of a new day.
Why do some not care in an age so informative?
Maybe some are just too insensitive.

Is it to much to ask to be treated with respect?
I get confused when people say they love you
then stab you in the back.  What ever happened to
dignity, honor, and loyalty?
I hav'nt met the one who will steal my heart.
Maybe that just does not exist anymore so far as I
can see.  I would rather be alone than with a man
that has none of these qualities.  Is that too much to ask?

We are bold, fearless,
strong and brave.
It's just a myth; from us , your soul,
you need to save.
We rise up from the north, the south,
the east, and the west.
Some prefer blondes or brunettes,
but 'Hey! Redheads have zest!'
Not that we're saying we are
the best.
We're not all that bad.
It's not all that dire.
Just because we have embers like
that of a fire.
Our manes like a sunset flow with
rays of copper, auburn, and reds.
Don't be afraid...folklore and some
stories have gone to some heads.
For so long, some ridiculed, teased,
or some treated of an outcast.
We finally now say that,
'We're here to last!'  
Some say we're like a rare unicorn,
to say the least.
Rumor has it, our tempers flare up.
Can you tame the beast?
More confident with time,
as our scars quickly heal.
We too are human,
and gently do feel.  
We may come together now
in great multitudes.
Doesn't mean we are vain,
or have mean attitudes.
We have been known in history, for some
bad or good luck that rumors have spread.
We're not all witches or creatures-
don't let it go to your head!
Just because we are the
color red.
We come from all over now, and stand,
and together unite.
In harmony and peace, our
flames do shine bright.
So throughout the world we speak out
against bullying some bring.
This letter- I sign, seal, and declare... is
a mere poem called... 'It's A Ginger Thing!"

I will try to stay optimistic today.
I will seek God with love and pray.
I will not let others bring me down.
I will rise against and smile without a frown.
I will not fall, yet I will stand.
I will hold on to Jesus's hand.
I will not quit and I will fight.
I will pray and hold on to what is right.
I will in the Lord forever in Him hail.
I will survive and will prevail!

I'm walking through storms, shadows
and fear.
I'm fighting the daunting, memories
that draw near.
Like phantom ships sailing and
lost into sea.
Like ghostly images from a movie,
longing to be free.
Walking through the dimly lit
night sky as the fog and mist clear.
I stop all of a sudden, with a
silent whisper I hear.
I choose to forget and keep
moving along.
Yet the angels they whisper that
heavenly song.
I then stop at a park bench to
bow my head and pray.
"Oh Lord will you help me?"
I suddenly say.
As I bow my head and tears
start to fall,
I wonder if I to some other than God,
even matter at all.
Lost in the wreckage of confusion,
sadness and despair.
Like a car rolled in a ditch, on a cold
icy night, with a chill in the air.
My eyes burning from mascara
that stream down my face.
From the tears that I cried and
exhausted like I was running a race.
I look up to the mountains and then see
a star in the sky.
The moon beaming down brightness
as I let out a sigh.
I listen to the peace echo no noise.
I realize then , that I have a choice.
I pray to God and know he is
trying to tell me to focus on
Him.
For the battle can only be won
for the victory is Jesus that will
already win.
I get up and walk through the dark
streets back on my way home.
A smile begins to unfold as I know
I am not forever alone.
So when the devil attacks with doubts,
lies and fears.
Keep looking to Jesus as he draws
you back and wipes away tears.

Jesus Loves you so much.
He died on the cross for your sins.
Ask him for forgiveness and repent.
For with only Jesus, the battle wins.

Take me to your secret gardens,
through your castle walls.
Sweep me off my feet sir knight.
on your horse- don't let me fall.

Gallop through the kingdom of
your enchanted forest, green;
fighting for my honor,
be the hero to be seen.

Holding on so tight, as you
hoist up your sword so high.
We live to see another day,
not time for us to say goodbye.

Then as we ride into the kingdom,
with emerald gardens to adorn,
kiss me in the moonlight dusk,
and hold me til the morn.

Take me to your chambers,
where we can together, be.
Run your fingers gently through my hair
with the hands that caress me.

Goodnight my knight in
shining armor, so gallant, bold and brave.
These castle walls of thine heart,
have broken down for you to save.

I used to wonder when I was
young,
why people bullied, acted strange,
and some so high strung.
I grew up to be thankful for
what I had.
Better than others,
better than most.
Some didn't have bread on the table,
or even  a place to toast.
I would say my prayers before I
went to bed.
"Thank you Lord Jesus, for food to eat,
and a roof over my head."
I grew up in a world with
'black and white.'
Taught not to hate and not
to fight.
Yet at times in this world,
I see;
a mother on the street, and her
homeless child staring back at me.
Some fathers are drunk and can't
pay the bills.
Some guy  on drugs, and the only thing he gets,
is a needle in his arm that he fills.
Some kids more quiet and
a little shy.
Some kids stand up to bullies, while
some run and cry.
It doesn't matter what your skin color
is or hair.
What your job is, or what clothes
you wear.
Some go to work each day with
so much pride.
As if they are better and their masks,
they hide.
That boy that challenges another to
jump and hurt themselves on a dare;
he doesn't think, maybe he
doesn't care.
The girl who teases another that
some say 'is no good',
Maybe she is struggling at home,
or people misunderstood.
Some people ******, ****,
and destroy;
not in the one who pretends to be,
yet is a decoy.
In Christ alone we need to put our
trust.
Can we learn to focus on what's real,
and forget our lust?
We need to mend.
We need to forgive.
Help others defend the weak,
perhaps to truly live.
When will people stop hurting others;
abusing drugs, lying, cheating, and other cruel stuff?
When will we realize, what we've become
in this human race? When is this enough?
We have to change.
This has to stop!
Before we fall , and our
nations drop.
A boy at school got hit from a car,
out on the street.
That driver never paid attention; and to him,
that boy he will never meet.
The pain some cause and names do hurt,
that some kids call.
It can affect that kid, the one that's thinking
of suicide down the hall.
The lies, the rumors and false judgement
can hurt, that some people spread.
Some are misguided and like to gossip.
Don't let it go to your head!
Some are in gangs and some are pimps,
as money doesn't last.
Some men take advantage of that young girl,
that they want in bed, and move way too fast.
For the ones who cough and lungs hurt
because of cigarette smoke:
it's better for your health to quit.
It's not a joke!
So you wonder why we're losing a battle
in this world, not won.
You won't be laughing, if that robber
pulls his gun.
Stop, look, and listen...
straight from the heart.
Maybe the one you ignore today will tomorrow
be the one who stumbles or falls apart.
So when the world or social media,
that suggest you do hurtful things, and such of;
can we stop the hurting, causing pain,
and learn to love?
Learn to love, and use
your voice.
Learn to love, you have
a choice.

Everyone starts counting...
...one, two, three.
Just as they write,
starting with A, B, C.

Ever notice a rhythm,
as in words have a rhyme?
Like a clock ticking;
tik, tok, tick within time.

Learning to read and learning
to write,
as a kid, I could spell,
but math and arithmetic
gave me a fright.

Words can be fun
and broken apart.
Like a game of chess,
or a puzzle, okay now
where do we start?

When will we learn that
we cannot hide.
From fears and doubt,
time to cast away our pride.

No time for foolish thoughts,
or for regrets.
Let's try to forgive, and in love,
let's place our bets.

The time is ticking
on the clock.
No time to waste, or in
each other mock.

Cheating lying, gossip...
"oh this has to stop!
Does it really matter,
who is on top?

There is room for all of us
to play.
In this world, as we go to work,
and teach the kids to pray.

No time for bullying
or calling names.
No need to ridicule,
as some people like to blame.

Let's pull together to take
a stand.
To help each other and
lend a helping hand.

Does anyone see our deepest struggles?
Do most even care when in pain we cry?
The battles to some invisible and cannot see.
Some hurt and take advantage of one another
then act like it is okay like this to be.
Why can't most hold out a hand to lift
each other up?
Instead of provoking and watching
as some in anger erupt.  
Can we learn to be more kind and caring in this
human race?
All it takes is you to make a difference.
Let's start by encouraging one another to
show more gratitude and grace.
Instead of beating one another down to
cause sadness, fear or intimidate.
Let's make a difference and grow by showing
more love than hate.

Life is like a carnival
no one is close to me
I am, I dance, I hit the ground,
with exotic music and sound.
Jazz, soul, hip-hop and blues.
I see culture, rhythm
and hues.
Tastes of Italy, Greece,
and Spain,
dance to music,
soul, heart, and pain.
Never before have you seen the
likes of me,
I am that I am and will set your
heart free.

Melody maker
with joyous sound.
Melody maker
dance, skip, and float around.
Melody maker
rhythm and blues.
Melody maker
musical hues.
Melody maker
sing me a song.
Melody maker
I'll dance along.
Melody maker
swing, jazz, or tap
Melody maker
hip, hop and rap.
Melody maker
acoustic, band, or lullaby.
melody maker
don't your gift deny.
melody maker
heartbeat and dance.
melody maker
words are not trance.
melody maker
hear my words drum a beat.
melody maker
feel the rhythm, passion, and heat.
melody maker
harmony
melody maker
I whisper these notes to you of poetry.