Showing posts with label FeatherLeaf Speaks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FeatherLeaf Speaks. Show all posts

Saturday, October 18, 2025

The Wind

 The Wind


Who taught the wind to blow?

Do you know?
Was it the birds?
Was it the trees?
That’s not what I heard
Could you tell me please?

Who taught the sun to shine?
Its warmth and beauty so fair
It’s not yours it’s not mine
It’s for all to share

Who taught the rain how to fall?
To bring life to one and all

Isn’t it plain to see?
It was the God of Eternity

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Poet To The Poor


Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Sweetness Sonnet 6- Happy Heaven

 Sweetness Sonnet 6- Happy Heaven

 

If by chance we meet in some distant place

Where the sun shines in glory in endless day

And all of men's thoughts are seasoned with grace

Please walk beside me on the narrow way

For kindness and compassion are the stone

On which the temple of love stands so firm

When you give all, you cannot be alone

It is what all the prophets did confirm

Eternity is too short a time to gaze

On the beauty radiating from your heart

Allow my lips to forever give praise

Most of all I pray that we never part

Heaven is most wonderful that is true

But heaven is not a realm heaven is you



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Poet To The Poor


Wednesday, July 9, 2025

A Hurt Lover’s Lonesome Night

 A Hurt Lover’s Lonesome Night

 

Late night hush

Silence transcends to heavenly stars

Eternal lights never knowing sleep

Countless secrets they keep

No horoscope, no divination could give insight

And Allmighty God chose not to speak that night

Just like yesterday

Or the day before

And before and before and before

But one day, some day, we hope for more

 

Ten thousand agonies of a heart broken

Emotions overflowing yet nothing spoken

Except for the screaming of her misty tears

And the sounds of creations that have been echoing for years

It is not that there is no voice

It is that we refuse to hear

And that is by choice

 

Who has not known woe?

Or felt the bitter pain?

That nobody could know

Let alone explain

 

And so she remains in her solitude

Cept for the infinite stars above

And thus we conclude

Keeping in tact the mystery known as Love

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Poet To The Poor


Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Calvary

Calvary

 

Time is a ripple of the deep abyss

Jesus friendless was betrayed by a kiss

The rhythm of the hammer keeping time

Was there ever more a horrific crime?

Lamb of God slain between two wicked thieves

Still mankind refuses no one believes

I vividly call giving the ghost

I was there till the end that is my boast

The Christ rose went on to prominent fame

And I returned to my whimsical game

Searching for truth in a world with no right

Looking for glory in an endless night

Snapping my fingers keeping up the beat

Abandoning melody is defeat

How many times did I want to surrender?

But I have faith I’m not a pretender

How it felt to feel them puncture my hands

A lesson in humility demands

An answer for the deepest of questions

But there is a truth no one mentions

It was all planned long before creation

With much forethought and deep meditation

Kiss me lover for fleeting changes come

And I must bring to Earth our God’s kingdom

Debate these words argue so profusely

Love me intensely but hold on loosely

Or you too may find yourself crucified

A reality not to be denied

Like a banjo string constantly humming

Banging, banging, cruel carpenter’s drumming

There would never have been a Cavalry

If sin’s evil was not authority



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Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Guard Dragons In My Garden

 Guard Dragons In My Garden

 

Guard Dragons in my garden

I beg your pardon?

What are you growing that you need,

Guard Dragons in your garden

A whole host of weed?

Or perhaps something stranger indeed?

Maybe because

Despite the appropriate laws

In that fenced in acre and a half

Behind your home

You have the rarest gnome

The one that can always make you laugh

You know the tiny imp colored green

The one wearing shades at every scene

Whether twilight or midnight

And pray tell what do your dragons eat?

Delicious licorice?

Or perhaps something more sinisterly sweet?

Lake a damsel in distress

Wearing a pink cotton candy dress

Oh I can guess

Why there are Guard Dragons in your garden

In the morning I hear them roar

In the evening I hear them snore

To them life must be one great bore

For all the champions of the sword

Have joined together in one accord

To flagrantly ignore

Your Guard Dragons in the garden

These knights their hearts did harden

And they have forsaken all nobility

And chivalry

And function simply as roughnecks

Having lost all the ladies respect

Except those seeking a cheap thrill

But alas such a lass

Always will

Sell out cheap and lose no sleep

But my mind ponders and wonders

What happened to the heroes of the downtrodden?

 Despite being highly paid

They are all afraid

Of Guard Dragons in the garden 

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Poet To The Poor


Sunday, May 18, 2025

Jitterbugging With Jezebel

 Jitterbugging With Jezebel

 

One two three four

Dancing sweetly on the floor

Take you partner twist her round

Hold her tightly on the ground

 

One two three four

Soldiers marching off to war

 

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!

Cinderella riding your pumpkin coach

And shoes that snugly fit

Fairy tail propaganda

Counterfeit 

 

Insatiable - psychotic politicians pondering power

Starvation - junkyard dog gnawing at a tin can

Desperation -  gruesome wallflower lusting for a prom date

Longing for more ---

 

One two three four

Soldiers marching off to war

Wait they've used that line before

 

Say hey whispers Uncle Sam

Don't you know who I Am?

I'm the red, white and blue

Got stars in my eyes too

and I WANT YOU!

 

There was a man so mild and meek

Who taught us love and to turn the cheek

In his name they love to speak

The sky is gray and the future bleak

 

One two three four

Bankers divvying up the score

 

Poetry has become irrelevant

Says the preacher quoting psalms

God has become irrelevant

Mocks mammon making bombs

 

One two three four

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Poet To The Poor