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Amy Perry Jun 2015
Your silence climbs like vines,
I hardly notice it binds,
Past my grounded thighs,
Twisting all up my spine,
My heart's furnace, it shall find,
And attempt to smother it alive.
I know we're on year nine,
And you've always been on my mind,
But now there comes a time -
That the Sunshine, I just can't find,
Your contempt for me is all that you remind,
The only time you direct your energy towards mine.

I can stand tall on my own.

Through Winter, I did not wither,
From my keeper, no compassionate water delivered -
The blood from within my veins of river,
From my own flourishings, is where I beat the shiver.
Let it be known:
Nourishment & Encouragement
Is what you couldn't give her.
What she found instead:
Her inner self is her giver.
Andrew M Bell Feb 2015
Walking home alone on Saturday night,
social sounds spilling around me then
fading in my slipstream,
I round the corner of my street and
an image of your face rises
to combat the cold that searches for
the marrow of my bones.
Hope flutters like a wounded bird into
the pale sky of a vision desperate
with longing.

Forgive my physical hunger.
You were right to deny it
because by morning
you had given me
a far greater nourishment.
Copyright Andrew M. Bell, thanks to Valley Micropress, a Upper Hutt-based international poetry magazine in whose pages this poem first appeared.
Wendell A Brown Apr 2014
My heart opens up to you each night
Resting peacefully as I fall asleep
Finding my spirit sleeping without fear
For within your grace I rest so deep

I feel the nourishment of your love
And the healing power of your touch
As my mind gently begins to dream
It is of you Lord,  I dream so much

You are the breath which fills me
The radiant sun I see alive within
For as I dream so faithfully of you
I find the life in my words to begin

I see them floating inside my mind
Seeing them softly embrace my soul
And even though I am sound asleep
Their embrace shall never let me go

For the gift Lord, which you gave to me
In my daily life never comes to an end
Because each night when I close my eyes
Your love inspires the words to begin

Lord, I know that I have infinite reasons
To humbly send songs of praise your way
For you are the genuine sweet nourishment
Which feeds my mind and heart each  day
A prayer of thanks

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