Cecil

Cecil Mar 2020

The Deal

Some seek to deal,
And do not see,
The deal is done,
We are ALL set free.

The deal is that we are all forgiven already. Some choose to be left behind.

Cecil Jan 2020

Sitting naked
On the edge of my seat.
When I look down
I see my…

Feet.

If quick with rhyme,
Maybe not what YOU see.
After my feet
I notice my…

Knees.

Now I’m thinking
I’m remembering, but
After my knees
I see my…

Gut.

Oh ****** aging
What cruel tricks you play.
I remember
It was not always that way…

**SIGH

I am quite sure my poetry is getting to be more profound as I age...
This is for the poets who sit with backhand to forehead, eyes closed, and head thrown back, waiting to overcome their depression in the profundity of their pain .

Cecil Aug 2019

Hello, Poetry!

Hello, poetry!
I decided to stop by
And visit today.
It HAS been so long…

I opened the door
And ducked my head
As I found all of these
JOYOUS words,
Bouncing about
Like schoolchildren
Kept in
Against their will
On a sunny day.

So we all clasped hands
And stepped back out
In the bright bright SUN!
Laughing and playing
With PEOPLE to love!
Bringing smiles, and hugs,
And (sometimes wet)
Warm kisses!

We enjoyed
The exclamation marks
Of LIFE
(!!!)

I will make you write
Some other day.
And pontificate
When words are ready
To listen
To what
That means.

With apologies for stealing the websites name. For Leslie and Colette who are lost in my words, but understand walks in the sun, sprinkled with hugs and kisses

Cecil Aug 2019

Something I Needed to Say

I speak my words to you so sure,
Lovingly,
Lovingly.
Heart’s intent so true and pure,
Lovingly,
Lovingly.
Your loving words come back to me,
Joyfully,
Joyfully.
Bring righteous magic that sets me free,
Joyfully,
Joyfully.
Then come my words to Heaven above,
Prayerfully,
Prayerfully.
Awestruck gratitude to have such LOVE,
Prayerfully,
Prayerfully.
Prayers of thanks for things not deserved,
Humbly,
Humbly.
Links to the hands God has preserved,
Humbly,
Humbly.

The thought occurred to me this morning that my words had not made a poem lately, So God gave me one.
I like poems that are intentionally ambiguous riddles. Then each person can find what they need in them.

Cecil Feb 2019

Heart

Sweet lady you have my heart.
When you smile,
The sun shines brightly.
And should a tear wet your cheek,
The clouds gather.

WE are not able to FEEL alone.
Synchronicity exists
In our heartbeat rhythm.
You cannot take a breath
Lest I breathe too.

We live pain for pain, joy for joy.
Always in sharing,
Eyes together with hands clasped.
Giving, forgiving,
Do we know which is which?

Sweet lady you have my heart.
Whether you smile,
And sunshines brigthly,
Or a tear wets your cheek,
My heart remains yours.

Poets are forever writing about LOVE. This is another sappy love poem. Or is it? I have never even touched my muse, yet she knows me better than anyone has. How could that have happened?

Cecil Feb 2019

In the Moment

Coulda’s
Shoulda’s
Wanna’s
Woulda’s
All
Just make me shrug.
How to live:
- Never plan
- Never give up
- Always give in
But only with a vision
Of
Righteousness.

My notes belonged in the poem! I did not see that until I re-read it later. Never be too proud to admit your mistakes

Cecil Jan 2019

Done (Not Finished)

You do me your love,
You do me.
And I my love,
Do you.
And with this doing done,
Beneath the sun,
Is any left undone?

Have we drawn a line,
Real or in mind,
And stopped
Before we finished?

Did we hold back,
Or somehow lack,
And thus
We were diminished?

Our words unsaid,
Things left for dead,
Will be
Our great undoing.

So let the do,
With me and you
Exceed
The great undoing.

True love is submission. Lines drawn limit love. Our Father loved us so much that He let us **** him in order to rise again and make us perfect through saving grace.