I hear the beauty of melodies sung by winged ones,
as darkness descends.
Birds sing their sweet songs
at dusk once again.
Their lovely voices ring out
in the quiet of the night.
The darkness does not fill them
with fright.
Birds.
Among the black branches.
Singing their songs at dusk.
To my heart a message they send:
May I also sing along with them
when darkness descends.

eking out the ultimate gasp in my last breath of impulsion
i collapse without a touch of grace at race's end
how i made it i will never know
dazed and in bewilderment
i reminisce upon my journey

an aggregation of barricades assailed me
with iniquitous decadent delight
seeming to writhe in triumph at my possible demise
capitulating as it devoured and spewed me out the other side
i humbly reassembled fragments of my near annihilation

temporarily rehabilitated
i recommenced the toilsome climb
to the treasured peak atop the mount
when in would come the tempest with its furor
and render me asunder

mere exhaustion is not the word
for death experienced recurrently
ground to mulch and back again
screaming, pleading, surrendering
proved futile as i newly met the same demise

near incapacitation i miraculously emerged
and scraping pulled myself with broken heart and bones
scratching my way through the darkness
toppling at the pinnacle
to victory's end

with exhilaration it dawns on me
the long dark night is over
i passed the test to realize
it is not the finish line
but only the beginning

©2016janetaylor

Pictures of yours,
were mine.
Through my eyes
you were divine.

You'll never find a love like God's,
   as sent from Heaven' above;
You'll find He's always by your side,
   there's vict'ry in His love!

He'll always lead and guide us,
   as shepherd leads his flock,
He'll hold us up through storms of life,
   there's vict'ry in The Rock!

My God protects you from His throne,
   through everything you face;
He'll show you mercy, love and more,
   there's vict'ry in God's grace!

He showed true love from Calvary,
   true love we can afford;
Don't once lose hope, just look to Him,
   there's vict'ry in My Lord!

Turn

YOUR gaze
From
The computer age,
From
The Screen of Artificiality...
Synthetic offerings
From
A False world.

LOOK!
Look the Other Way!
Look
What NATURE has
On display...
The Sky, Hills, Mountains
Rivers

hardly a day goes by
without the news
of yet more suicide attacks
that **** mothers and children
     innocently playing in parks
     listening to their favorite songs
friends chatting over tea and coffee
expectant travelers on their way
     to business  family  or lovers

the perpetrators of such deeds
must be a very lonely crowd
with eyes as empty as their hearts
and frozen souls that harbor the illusion
       that cowards will turn heroes
       that killing innocents is brave
       that the world will recognize their great importance
            when they bring ****** ends to happy lives

it will not come to pass

no peace
     in this   or any other world
can find its way to them
who ****** in cold blood

this poem
is not about you

even though
your spirit is in every word
your voice sounds strong
in the halls of my mind
telling me things
I am now sure
I want to know

this poem is
about me

trying to understand
you