The election of Barack Obama to the most powerful political office in the world frightened a few, and excited others. For me he represents hope; hope that politics can indeed help the world change for the better, hope that not all absolute power corrupts all men absolutely. His first term in office knocked some of the shine off, expediency and compromise muddied the idealism, but maybe, there is hope, that this good man will not be too tainted by his second term - humanity is an awkward ideal to helm. This poems is published in KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON, available in Amazon markets worldwide, for more info on the poets go to www.trevor
Some days of our life are not as good as others. It might happen that after working so hard we don't get the desired results or even someone spoils everything. So for those days, faith in God and ourselves is necessary.
This poem speaks of a person dying and their strength--as well al resolve--in the process. It's one of the poems from my upcoming novel, Letters From Heaven: It introduces the 2nd section of my novel (my novel is in sections vs chapters as it consists of "letters," with the introduction of each section written in prose.
The second week of Advent is peace. I wrote a few poems about 'Between the Teastaments and the Hope of the ages. Peace is harder to pin down- but the contrast of images might answer the question of the human condition. Last week a High School classmate died in her sleep and again I asked, "What is peace?" To present the gospel to the family that you came from is one of our hardest mission fields and it doesn't seem that it is a peaceful journey in that process. So peace to all of you!
For those that have loved so hard and taken steps that they thought were helping the person that they loved thinking it was a sacrifice. I wrote this after reading Wilson Mooney Eighteen at Last.
this one was written for my college poetry course. I was instructed to go to the art museam pick a painting and put into words as i interpret it, The painting I chose was by salvador dali and as is the title of my poem its title was agnostoc symbol. I truley enjoyed this task. by the way this was written before i found god
This week, folklore between the bars of prison
Social standing, all but accurate precision
When I see stunning photographs or paintings of the Brooklyn Bridge in New York, it takes my imagination to different heights. A feeling of magic, mystique, romance, energy, vibrancy, connection and love all rolled into one, comes over me. I will soon be back there, living the dream and embracing the most perfect moment…..I see it, I feel it, I believe it. Today, let your imagination soar into the clouds and see yourself in that place you want to be. Have a beautiful day, love Clarabelle.