"What looks, and stares have you when
the homeless appears?
Does your eyes quickly turn away as
if they don't exist, or give a helping hand
of care?
The long hair bearded men with leather jackets hopping of their
Harley's as you cringe in fear.
Suddenly you notice the writings on their backs.
(We Ride For Jesus, Helping The Meek & Mere)
These are just a few that are unruly judged.
Still a bit too many in the field of grudge."

Wistfully
Wishfully
My daydream drift
Takes me eye to eye
And hand in hand
On a sunny morning
Somewhere
Settling dust
Step by step
And side by side
There's a tide close by
Responding to gravity
And gravity of sorts
Draws our souls
Fatefully
Inevitably
Together

                     By Phil Roberts

"Knock knock. Who's there?
Jesus. Jesus Who?
Jesus Christ."
If just one opens the door to let him
in, it was well worth it to be written!!!!

Happy New Year to ALL my Poet Friends!!!
God Bless,
Michael...

"We forever praise the artists for the paintings
that they display.
The beauty of their work as the brushes dance
while revealing the waves ocean sprays.
A sunset grabs two lovers hearts staring at
the portrait for them to see.
Holding each others hands their minds are suddenly
set free.
Yes, we've had our Da Vinci's, Picasso's, and
Michelangelo's, but without the creation of Canvas,
Rembrant, and Van Gogh would of also been
two lost souls.
Yet, the true artist whom seems to never receive
praise. His creation of HIS earth became HIS Canvas,
and HIS stage.
His immaculate visions of beauty were given
to the earthly artists to see, but as for the paintings, they
were originally God's.
made possible for you, and for me,"