Linda Duncan

Linda Duncan Mar 2015

Infectious,
It spreads.
The quiet becomes deafening.
What once was peace
Becomes paranoia,
And though I am exhausted,
My eyelids heavy -
The quiet disturbs my peace.

Linda Duncan Mar 2015

The Me They See

I have a sentence of death upon me
Like every soul alive
I too will have to face it
There's no where to run and hide.
How will I take the journey
Will I overcome and learn
Will I be accepted into heaven
Or cast aside to burn?
Will the character I develop
Be good to human kind
Or will I neglect the the truth
And succumb to a reprobate mind?
I know I've good intentions
But they don't always seem to be enough.
We all are shaped and molded
By the battles that are rough.
I can only hope my sculpture
Will, in the end, be well defined
By a moral strength of character
And a productive state of mind.

Linda Duncan Mar 2015

Enduring Faith

I will overcome, I will survive
This illness trying to destroy my life.
Despite the hurt, despite the pain
I will not let it drive me insane.
God didn't promise no suffering
We'll all have some;
But if we walk by faith
We can overcome.
Through faith
All things are possible
We only have to believe;
And reach out
With open hands
Expecting to receive.

Mar 2015

Justin G

Not One To Be (A poem for me)

Ignore the mind
Too difficult
To confide
Too much
Story telling
Misguided intention
An age old conviction
Too ill intended
   Pitiful thoughts
Plentiful lost
Death toll enthralled
Each skill was killed
No depth
Nor sound
No gold
All sold
Now
They're teasing me
I've lost space
Came in last place
Everything stolen
I'm feeling squeezed
I'm losing it
Mistook it for empathy
It kept misusing me
The sweetest of symphonies
  The smell of fresh failure
Everything freshly faked
What a Life
A piece of cake
   Nothing decisive
Existence is strife
Collecting undeserving data
Nihility is unadulteration
   The purest form of freedom
No water for family trees
   No soil for plants or seeds
Too much abused energy
       To be is transient
Evoking unfulfillment
Provokingly altering
All reality conflicting
A deep sea of dreams
Why be?
When being
Always falls
... ... ...
Short
     ... ... ...

A poem for me?
Why me?
I'm not one to be

Linda Duncan Jan 2015

Global Warming

The wind is blowing something fierce
I hear it’s deafening cry;
As if in pain it stopped
To mourn and ask us why.
We’re cutting down the forrest
At such an alarming rate;
The lands that once were large and vast
Have begun to dissipate.
The floods are raging wild
With no trees to stop their flow;
With all the mistakes
That we have made
You should think we’d know.

Linda Duncan Jan 2015

Faith

Lord help me not to falter
In the faith I have for you
To know you can accomplish
All you said that you could do.
To know I only have to ask
And in my heart believe
That you in your wisdom
Will supply my every need.

Linda Duncan Jan 2015

Foreplay

Twin peaks of pleasure
Pointed toward an aching touch,
plead satisfaction.
An involuntary spasm
And I open myself;
Eager for the approaching journey.