"mkt" poems
Springs ladybug lands
upon the yellow flower
aphids scurrying
mkt
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
I’m going to live in a hole,
"nobody loves me"
Like a big fat ugly old troll,
"everybody hates me"
I’ll keep to myself
Far from everyone else
"I’m going out to eat worms"
To protect my tired weary soul
mkt
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
It is a world of wonder and delight
because of this love we call poetry
With sisters and brothers
and friends and lovers
and novice and poets to see
There are poems to be crafted
and humor to be laughed at
but sadness is not to be spared
With nightmares to be spoken
as they are put out in the open
and hopes and dreams are shared
We all gather together
to put down with letters
that, which makes us who we are
From near or from far
this is what we are
the crafters of poetry
mkt
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
Her warm breath and cool fingertips
moved like fine silk across my skin.
Leaving in the wake of the journey
ripples of pleasure and satisfaction.
mkt
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
*a hummingbird moth
fly’s among the ginger bloom’s
evening star rises*
mkt
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
My hopes have turned to ashes
And my dreams into dust
As I walk through the parched
Desert of my present
To reach a future
That appears both
Bleak and desolate
Mkt
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
A river flows from the
Throne Room of God
To this dry and thirsty
land that we must trod
It brings refreshing to
the souls that do thirst
And a renewed life within
when God is put first
Into the Rivers current
is where we will go
And where it takes us
we do not know
But the will of God
is what we desire
And to be filled
with the Holy Ones fire
So the River of God
is what we will seek
Those that are mighty
and even the meek
Mkt
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Forbidden love is like
The song of the sirens,
Desirable and alluring
Full of promises of love
But only lead to death
On the rocks of betrayal
mkt
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
Flitting from here
or flitting to there
Sitting on a bloom
or soaring in the air
Skimming the pond
or flying in the sky
On wings of silver
goes the dragonfly
mkt
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
Your love is like a river
that winds its way through
the parched desert of my Soul.
mkt
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
My Love,
No matter how dark the present
No matter how uncertain the future
I will forever love you
No matter how deep the valley
No matter how high the mountain
I will forever want to be with you
No matter how far apart
No matter the passage of time
In my heart I will forever be yours
Mkt
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
My heart and soul
have been cast
from their anchor
and are adrift
on the sea of despair
Carried by the currents
of hopelessness
toward the dark
and dangerous shores
of self-destruction
But ahead is a light,
A beacon of love
and salvation
from one in a bright
and distant land
One that desires
to be that anchor
I so desperately need
An anchor of love
hope and understanding
mkt
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
Your Love is like an all consuming fire,
that burns away all in me that is dark and tainted.
Leaving in the aftermath of its fervent heat,
only that which is pure and clean.
mkt
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
In the still of the night
I am drawn to her side
like a moth to flame
As my hand slowly
moves over the silken
contours of her body
she turns to me
lips searching for
mine in the dark
she pushes urgently
up into my hand
with her body as if
begging for more
Lips and fingers
feed her desires
until waves of
pleasure course
through her and
set ablaze her
want and need
for more.
mkt
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
The light of unending Love
shinning in your eyes
light up the dark recesses
of my heart and soul
Rekindling the dying embers
of my desire's and once again
bringing life to that which
was dry and thirsty
mkt
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
The lump of clay that was my heart
Dries and crumble’s unto dust
As the love that it once held
Drains from its open wound
Mkt
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
My heart and soul are adrift
Adrift on the sea of life and death
Borne by the strong currents
Like a piece of driftwood
At the mercy of the wind and waves
Forced closer and closer
To the rocks of destruction
As I stand facing death
My heart cries out in anguish
As I realize that I alone am the one
Who let go of my anchor
And my only hope of salvation
Mkt
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
She steps out into
the break of day
smelling the fragrance
of fresh cut hay
Songs of the birds
fill the morning bright
as God’s many wonders
are coming to light
Smiling at the whinny
of a dear old friend
knowing the message
he is trying to send
The cattle are grazing
on the dew covered grass
and the worries of the night
fade away and pass
Mkt
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Hopelessness, like an anchor,
Pulls me down into the depths
As I tearfully watch loved ones
Drifting slowly away on the
Currents of indifference
mkt
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
Darkness washes over me
like the unrelenting tides.
As I struggle to rise above it
I open my mouth to cry for help.
But the darkness pours inside,
like water into a drowning man,
cutting off all hope of salvation.
mkt
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
More solace is found in a garden
Than among make believe friends
mkt
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
The winds of loneliness
blow through my soul.
Like the cold swirling winds of autumn
blowing through a grove of trees.
Stripping away all the leaves
from its branches
and leaving in its wake
only the bare skeletal remains
to wait, once again,
for the warmth of spring.
As do I await the return of Love.
Mkt
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
Passion that once burned
like a white hot flame
has been extinguished
and only darkness remains
mkt
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
My cries for help remain unheard and unanswered
as my soul lies wounded on the battlefield of life.
Left alone…here amidst the carnage and the dead.
Can no one hear my cries?
Does their spirit within them not say,
Stop . . .
Listen . . .
Do you hear that cry for help?
Can they not see the pain in my eyes?
Alas, but no one seems to notice.
My heart cries out in anguish, wanting someone
to understand, someone to tell me that they care.
I feel like a lost and wandering spirit seemingly
invisible even to those I love.
Trapped somewhere between Heaven and hell,
Not quite dead but no longer part of the living.
I continue to cry out for help praying to finally
be heard, understood and accepted once again.
mkt
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 7:46 AM UTC
Upon an old rugged cross
for all our sins He died
precious blood was shed
as heavens angels cried
Death was defeated
and the keys taken away
God's Grace given to all
as His Son died that day
The morn of the third day
at a Roman guarded tomb
our final victory was won
hell’s angels their doom
The earth shook and trembled
and the guards fell as in death
a quiet filled the glade as if
the universe held its breath
A light from glory blazed
and He stepped forth that day
angel’s voices raised in joy
as “HE LIVES” they did say
mkt
2016
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC