Love For A Child.

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children, Google + photo-Nabil Al Aroi., Mother's love., Poetry by Yu/stan/kema., Use Nature as a lullaby.

Hey, little one with  sleepy eyes,

I’ll tuck you in tonight.

First, I’ll show you the stars outside,

And the moon shinning bright.

 

I’ll rock you to sleep with a symphony,                            

Found on Google+ on 10-31-15. Nabil Al Aroi.

Made by locusts and birds.

The frogs are singing along tonight.

Their songs do not need words.

 

The  sad sweet song of the Mourning Dove

Falls on the lovely night  air.

I touch the softness of your cheek.

Love leaves an imprint there.

 

I carry you back into your room,

And lay you down on your bed.

I thank The Lord for your sweet life,

As  I kiss your head.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

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Thinking About Life.

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assessing life, old age, Poetry by Yu/stan/kema., wanting to make a difference.

As the days fly past me

in my later years,

I have had joy and sorrow,

laughter, and tears.

 

I have fought great battles,

overcome childhood fears,

chipped away at the darkness

as the end of life nears.

 

I have tried to leave goodness

with little gifts along the way,

have spoken words of kindness,

and have kept the storms at bay.

 

I have lived my life with honor

and have never walked away,

when it would have been easier

for me not to stay.

 

But still I feel haunted

by the things I never did,

the words I never spoke,

and the feelings I hid.

 

When my life is over,

I hope I will find

my life really mattered

to those I left behind.

Yu/stan/kema.

A Betrayal Of Hope.

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betrayal, emigrants, evil, families, guns, hate., hope, Poetry by Yu/stan/kema., Soldiers, tear gas

Down south of the border                               

on Mexican land,

a group of weary travelers

tried to cross the Rio Grande.

They were victims of violence

from countries left behind.

They sought a place of safety

where others could be kind.

All they really wanted

was a place to call home.

They were tired from the journey,

and did not want to roam.

Mothers carried children

and fed them as they walked.

Fathers gave protection

to children as they talked.

They climbed the hill together

and saw a barbwire fence.

Soldiers stood with guns.

It made little sense.

They came in hope of freedom,

and to find some kind of job. 

They did not want to worry

someone would rob

them of what was left

after fleeing for their lives.

They wanted for their children

a place to survive.

Instead, there was an army

with guns and words of hate,

and canisters of tear gas 

to choke them as they wait.

Again they see with sorrow,

the world’s an evil place

as they wipe away the tears

from a child’s face.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

Gratitude.

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Acceptance of the bad and the good in life., Country and Farm Photography., Facebook photo by Carolyn Anderson., Gratitude towards God., Poetry by Yu/stan/kema.

Thank you, God, for the darkness.

It helps me enjoy the light.

No matter how bleak life seems,

Morning follows the night.

 

Thank you, Lord, for the hard times.                                  

Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-24-17. Country and Farm Photography. Taken by Carolyn Anderson.

They often try my soul.

They build in me strength and courage

And the will to complete a goal.

 

Thank you, God, for the heartache,

That I’ve had along the way.

It has taught me to be much kinder

Towards those I see each day.

 

Thank you, Lord, for the Teacher

Who is helping me to find peace,

Learn to control my emotions,

And find some blessed release.

 

Thank you, God, for each morning

That I find myself still alive

And eager to spread God’s love,

So others are able to thrive.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

Favorite Poems I Like #13: “This, Too, Shall Pass Away.”

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"This too shall pass away.", Life events are temporary., Life is a balance., Pinterest photo-travel.allwomenstalk.com., Poetry by Lanta Wilson Smith., Quote by Yu/stan/kema., We must focus on the positive.

When some great sorrow, like a mighty river,

Flows through your life with peace-destroying power,

And dearest things are swept from sight forever,

Say to your heart each trying hour:

“This, too, shall pass away.”

 

Found on Pinterest on 8-9-17. travel.allwomenstalk. com. Lora Brown saved to St. Patrick’s.

When ceaseless toil has hushed your song of gladness,

And you have grown almost too tired to pray,

Let this truth banish from your heart its sadness,

And ease the burdens of each trying day:

“This, too, shall pass away.”

 

When fortune smiles, and, full of mirth and pleasure,

The days are flitting by without a care,

Lest you should rest with only earthly treasure,

Let these few words their fullest import bear:

“This, too, shall pass away.”

 

When earnest labor brings you fame and glory,

And all earth’s noblest ones upon you smile,

Remember that life’s  longest, grandest story

Fills but a moment in earth’s little while:

“This, too, shall pass away.”

LANTA WILSON SMITH 

 

” I love this poem because it reminds me how temporary

life is on this earth. When swallowed up with darkness, we

forget that the sun will come. When problems seem impossible

to fix, the solution appears right around the corner. When we

get caught up in the negative, it is hard for us to find 

the positive. Nature teaches us that there is a balance.

Life is full of both the good and the bad. Our eyes need to stay

focused on the good and that gives us the courage to hope.”

YU/STAN/KEMA

Renewal In Life.

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changes, Eternal Life., God's purpose, growth, Life cycles, losses, Nature Addict photo by Michelle Steenburn., people., Poetry by Yu/stan/kema., Red White and Blue., Renewal, seasons, trees

Trees are a lot like people.

We see them every where.

Some are tall and some are small,

And some are very rare.

 

Trees shelter wildlife from the cold.

Some people give to those in need.

God has a purpose for each thing,

Every embryo and seed.

Found on Nature Addicts on 11-6-18. Taken by Michelle Steenburn. Red, White, and Blue. Also found on Facebook Timeline.

 

Trees face the elements alone                     

 And stand tall in the rain.          

People learn they must endure

And stand despite their pain.

 

Trees do reflect life’s changes

In the budding of a leaf,

The growth that comes in living,

And the loss of leaves in grief.

 

Most people live their whole lives

With changes happening.

They dream of an eternal life

With every coming spring.

 

Both tree and man show moments

Of beauty and pure grace,

Brilliant leaves and shinning deeds

That no one can erase.

 

They know when death comes

To trees and mankind,

Renewal is still possible

For those we leave behind.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

Favorite Poems That I Like #12: ” The Path That Leads To Nowhere.”

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"The Path That Leads to Nowhere.", Favorite poems I like;, Finding one's soul., meadows, Path, Pinterest Photo- C. Gandy, Pinterest photo- howiefarkes.com, river, Wildflowers., Written by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson., Yu/stan/kema.

There’s a Path that leads to Nowhere

In a meadow that I know,

Where an inland river rises                                            

Found on Pinterest on 6-21-18. Nature Walkz.com. By Christopher Gandy.

And the stream is still and slow;

There it wanders under willows

And beneath the silver green

Of the birches’ silent shadows

Where the early violets lean.

 

Other pathways lead to Somewhere,

But the one I love so well

Had no end and no beginning

Just the beauty of the dell,

Just the wildflowers and the lilies

Yellow-striped as adder’s tongue,

Seem to satisfy my pathway

As it winds their sweets among.

 

There I go to meet the Springtime,                                        

Found on Pinterest on 3-8-17. Summertime Magic. howiefarkes.com

When the meadow is aglow,

Marigolds amid the marshes,

And the stream is still and slow;

There I find my fair oasis,

And with carefree feet I tread

For the pathway leads to Nowhere,

And the blue is overhead.

 

All the ways that lead to Somewhere

Echo with the hurrying feet

Of the Struggling and the Striving,

But the way I find so sweet

Bids me dream and bids me linger

Joy and beauty are its goal;

On the path that leads to Nowhere

I have sometimes found my soul.

CORINNE ROOSEVELT ROBINSON

 

Yu/stan/kema.

Favorite Poems I Like #11: “Along The Road.”

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Learning from loss., loss, Pinterest photo-Keiram B., pleasure, Poem: Along The Road., Poetry by Robert Browning Hamilton., Road of life, sorrow, Yu/stan/kema.

 

I walked a mile with Pleasure;

She chatted all the way,

But left me none the wiser

For all she had to say.                                               

Found on Pinterest on 2-15-16. Keiram B. Domestic Violence.

 

I walked a mile with Sorrow

And ne’er a word said she;

But oh, the things I learned from her

When Sorrow walked with me!

ROBERT BROWNING HAMILTON   

 

 

 

 

” Losses in life teach us very painful lessons that break the heart and forever changes us. We can never go back to who we use to be.”

Yu/stan/kema 

The Truth About Sorrow.

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Just a step away., losses, Pinterest photo-ExquisiteCoasts.com., Poetry by Yu/stan/kema., sorrow

I often see sweet Sorrow.

She plays hide and seek with me.

Just when I think, that She’s gone,

She reminds me I’m not free.

 

Found on Pinterest on 6-21-18. ExquisiteCoasts.com.

When the sun is shinning bright

And the blueness of the sky,

Removes all the darkness,

I can still hear Her sigh.

 

It seems I’m always waiting

For the good to disappear.

I pray that it won’t happen,

But sweet Sorrow draws near.

 

I’d love to hear my laughter

And the funny songs I’d  sing,

But life is full of losses.

Tears are what Sorrow brings.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

Life’s Journey.

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faith, Faithless, Friendless, hope, Journey, life, losses, love, Needing to rise again., Poetry by Yu/stan/kema., strength, values, Youth

When I was young and believed in Self,

I was in such excellent health.

I was full of fight and felt alive.

I knew then I could survive.

 

When I was knocked to the ground,

I’d bounce back up for another round.

Positive words would clear my mind,

And courage I could always find.

 

I held strong values deep inside,

Never gave in to foolish pride,

Loved my enemies the best I could,

And did good deeds in the neighborhood.

 

I believed in God and I had hope

That whatever happened, I could cope.

No matter how hard my life could get,

I never kept myself in debt.

 

The losses came, one by one

Until the fight in me was done.

So many losses in a row,

Too many years were full of woe.

 

I could not find God anywhere

And told myself He did not care.

Every step I tried to take,

Only led to more heartache.

 

My friends became invisible,

And I fell in a deep, dark hole.

It took me years to find a way

Out into the light of day.

 

I’d lost my health. I was alone.

My friend left me on my own.

I grew cynical and tough

And finally, I said “enough.”

 

“Enough of feeling victimized,

I need to find a way to rise.”

“I need to build my life again,

Not focus on ‘What might have been.”

-Yu/stan/kema-