"carmela" poems
My mother always told me
not to play with fire
and to avoid evil friends
who want to conspire
listen to my conscience
set my heart aflame
be obedient,
kind like Jesus
Him I acclaim,
for reflecting
the Lord's Image,
satan does flee
where God resides
in hell's where the demons
should be because where
Jesus' Kingdom is,
we are there ...
it's also at hand when
we lift hearts in prayer.
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
It was the eve of a black obsidian night
full purple moon and stars shone bright
the howl of one lone wolf filled frigid air
damp cold mist needed down outerwear.
The screaming banchee's breath vapor
was noxious green befitting the caper
of scaring all children by his loud noise
of trick or treating little girls and boys.
A massive link ink wrought iron fence
surrounds eerie mansion in suspense
Frankinstein pushes thru spider webs
while a monster exercises quadriceps.
A ghost wanders in Cemetery's grave
and a pumpkin avoided an autoclave
the doors began to creak very loudly
a Raven and Owl sang quite proudly
Slick sleek ebony crows sit atop a roof
while another swoops, soars like a goof
do listen, you can hear their shrill echo
tombstone-songs by mummy's gecko
© Carmela M. Patterson
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Suddenly the world stood still
Erupting goose bumps chill
Piloted by those who terrorize
Twin Towers they'd jeapardize
Emotions of shock, disbelief
Mourning, moaning and grief
Bombed by aircraft killing all
Extraordinary sorrow ... pall
Resultant heroes came to call
Eleviating pain where they could
Lifting to safety as they should
Everyone who could be saved
Venom's evil could not be staved
Even would we wish it to be so
Numbers trapped perished tho'
They will be forgotten not ever ...
Honored in tribute, remembered forever.
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
For Thou alone my heart sings
O Lord of Lords, King of Kings;
how can I love Thee as I ought,
Thy love I have so long sought.
When I contemplate Thy goodness to me,
I am in awe and enveloped in humility
that Thou O God from infinity
saw fit to create one like me.
My heart overflows for love of Thee
like swelling waters of the blue-green sea,
like the roaring waves splashing ashore;
it is Thee O my God whom I adore.
Permit that I may love Thee evermore.
When my earthly life comes to an end,
my sinful wounded soul wilt Thou mend?
May I one day behold Thy radiant Face
and reap the joy of inestimable grace?
How I pray this will be so, O Lord,
as to Thee alone all Praise I accord;
to be in Thy company one of these days
hearing choirs resound in Praise
to Thy Holiness and Grace
in that heavenly Place
and behold, I gaze
upon Thy most
beautiful
Face.
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Freshly baked
Italian bread aroma
permeated Sunday mornings
in my old familiar neighborhood
we'd inhale the heavenly scent
drawing in deeply as we briskly
entered the shop to buy
a steaming hot loaf
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
When we met I knew you were kind
there was a gentleness you exuded
we were drawn, one to the other,
and it was good, comfortable
friendly conversation, blue eyed smiles
turned up lip grins, chuckles ...
shared dinners delightfully enjoyed, savored
medium rare, tasty faire feast, fondue
and you ... you whom I have come to know
lighthearted glow, I wonder ... does mine show?
Yours does in your every glance my way;
being cuddled by you feels like
a warm blanket ... I don't want
to experience numbing cold again
unsure if either of us wants to take it
up a notch or two from deep care
to true lasting love ... I must admit
the thought frightens me a little...
maybe it holds some trepidation
for you as well, therefore, perhaps ...
we should leave things as they are.
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Aged arthritic gnarled yet standing stoically still
like a proud old man, Poplar provides passage
between bent legs ... an aroma of moist soil
permeates early morning's mist from eve's
rain drench ... stroll's sneaker **** splash
is no issue with appropriate apparel.
Pop ushers us onto the path, visibility dim, yet
disperses with each careful step ... sounds
of wing flap, caws, squirrel skitter, twig snaps
auburn fox, fleet of foot, flashes color in his run-by
windowless gray stone structure, doors open
bids a visit ... green garden gloves, trowel,
galvanized bucket, planting shelf indicate
recent care ... outdoor garden rose laden,
scents transcend the soul, red, yellow,
white, peach, pink hues heavenly
further on mists begin to lift as sun breaks
through dividing rain clouds ... azure sky
widens slowly to fully bright, beautiful
clear view enthralls, nature nurtures
the walk back is drier, crunch caked caper
I playfully kick it onto your sneakers
then run ... you let me run to Pop first
then you and I, hand in hand wave
goodbye to the old man.
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
When I was small I loved You little
then my soul You began to whittle
thru growth my spirit oft felt brittle
I would repent ... pray for acquittal
each minute I found I loved You more
interceding was never a chore
upon my knees deep within my core
I hoped for Your celestial rapport
as I spiritually matured
my soul was safe from satan's detour
I stretched toward You who reassured
that forever with You I had procured
in my aging sage wisdom was sewn
soul was a temple for You alone
in loving You, life was a steppingstone
I took Your hand, now see Your Throne.
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
The apartment in which we lived when I was small
in Los Angeles, California when I was not at all tall
our landlady, Mrs. Appleton, would oft come to call
she and mom were friends ... I could barely crawl.
The windows were opened on lovely sunshine days
soft breezes blew white curtains in billowing sways
with fragrances of honeysuckle and rose bouquets
wafting through rooms like perfume scented sprays.
We were not rolling in money and were quite poor
yet it was nothing that mom and I couldn't endure
she managed her meager finances well to ensure
we had all our needs met, her factory job secured.
The kitchen we had was substantial small, clean
a country sink, a stove and a roller wash machine
clothes were hung in our yard on ropes of green
we watched sunsets through the open door screen.
The apartment I remember is often on my mind
my mother's sacrifice seemed sublime at the time.
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
In love's
electricity
hearts dance
to a horizontal
Rhumba
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
I had to change my name on here because someone in my real life kept finding my poetry and reading it despite me kindly asking them to respect my privacy. My poems are my deepest and most personal thoughts. I write for me, in order to get my emotions out. It is an outlet for me. I don't necessarily want my friends and family seeing what I have to say. I appreciate all of the poets here and love the feedback from you all, so please don't think Peyton went away. She is just Mela now. Carmela is my grandmother's name:)
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
death can not touch you
for in the bliss of your
innocence
lies a power so great
that it defies all things temporal
your purity is your beauty
your humility, a tender reminder
of the ecstasy of living
that none can mar..
truly the light of morrow
shines in your eyes
and what can not be seen
by common vision
can be felt by the softness
of your youthful heart
I can not stop looking at
Your face,
For it is a countenance
That speaks of ages
Yet it is not old
And it will never be old
For you are like a song
That lasts forever
With words that save
The souls in dark oblivion
Therefore sing- and unto the night
Cast a light to shine upon us
Save us from this dreary depth
And lift us into heights of higher grounds
For it us you who knows the way
Out of this dreadful maze
Guide us with your soothing voice
Unto your memory let us rejoice
And through the eye of the day
Teach us the goodness of your way...
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
Love is from eternity to eternity
it encircles the lover and the loved
the warmth of its glow is unmistakable
fire of its flame unconditional, everlasting
we love because of Him ... He who first loved us
live life to the full ... as if today were the last
grasp each moment; cleave it to our breast
fill it with all that is good, right and holy
as fits the station in which we are
placed through His grace
live, love, feel the joy of clear conscience
permit ourselves to give, to receive
and rest in the peace that
is ours ... radiate it to
our brothers and
sisters each
day
because ...
love is from eternity to eternity.
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Dear Friend,
When we stop looking, accept ourselves
for who and what we are, find a place within
where solitude is our friend, not loneliness,
but being alone with oneself and liking
then loving ourselves ... this is when
we are likely to radiate peace of mind.
It is here we begin to open up to others,
permit new friendships, smile often,
be ... without airs ... phoniness is seen,
be true, honest without guile all the while,
let someone love ... perhaps you'll love
in return
some unions were never meant to be
others fare fifty years ... as did mine
until death did us part
now my life has changed and it is hard
to realize no one will ever love me again
yet ... I must practice what I preached
in the beginning of this ... that I must find
peace within my heart ... and I have.
Maybe I am plainly ... too old where
you, my friend, are young, vital, viral
all you need is within you.
I have every hope
happiness in life
will be yours.
© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
Let's give thanks
for the new presidential team:
Jobiden and Carmela Harrison!
They are the GREATEST and
most populer rulers
since George Lincoln and
Abraham Jefferson
and Barak OBAMO and
Jobiden also got way more votes than Ronald Raegan.
Yay AMERICA !!!!!!!!
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 3:12 PM UTC