Poetry

Trisha Yeager - "Texas"
Misty Dawn- "Family"
Tumen Soliz- "Reborn?"
Tumen Soliz- "Imagine"

 

Texas
By Trisha Yeager

Texas was born in the mind of God
In the playground of his imagination.
Intended, We can only assume
As a showcase for His grand creation.

Bouncing off rivers, rocks, and chasms
His colors compose a sonnet
Greens, yellows, violets, and pinks
And the melodic hue of a Texas bluebonnet.

Lands spreading shamelessly from the sea
To terrains far and wide.
Embracing deserts and wind whipped plains
Where only the hardy dare to abide.

God shares His marvels with us here
In varying magnitudes
As the skies reflect His glory
In ever changing moods.

 

Family
By Misty Dawn

Family is not the blood
Or branches on the family tree
It’s not a document that says,
“Your born and you belong to me”

Far more important than paper or blood
Family lives in your heart
It cares not what your history is,
Whether your together or apart

So remember when your life is hard
And leaves you feeling sad and blue
Remember, we’re your family
And no matter what
We’re here for you

 

Reborn? When are you going to grow up?
By Tumen Soliz

Hollow rhetoric,
"that is what the people want"
some leaders mantra!

They Blame the devil
for acts committed by man.
Who are they? These men.

Has anyone asked
why are we their enemy?
Do they need our souls?

or are they at war
like the homeless in our streets,
like the war on drugs.

Violent tendencies,
demonstrations of our will,
blame it on mood swings.

Told we are Godlike,
we tremor at thought of hell,
kill for our beliefs.

We don't admit fear
yet we let it rule our lives.
We settle as is.

As is, is has been.
Ignore solar, kill for oil
is getting too old.

Wall Street managers
appreciate a hungry
cheaper labor force.

So what makes you think
market money changers, will
change immigration.

Their life is driven
like ours in quest for living.
What is religion?

Iran's president
expresses religious views
similar to ours.

Waiting for the 12th
Imam to save his people
and kill infidels.

They are no better
than us, with blind obsession
waiting his return.

Usual business
of dog-eat-dog, cutthroat life,
would make Jesus sad.

Celebrate the death
of materialism,
birth of spirit man.

 

Imagine: Realization
By Tumen Soliz

There are drugs that heal,
some drugs can be poisonous,
best are what we need.

Eighteen wheeler brings
the needy, water and food,
or runs over dog.

Now you may not think
much about some hapless dog,
but that was my friend.

Who's interest wins
the presidents money friends
or plain have-not folk.

In their rush to quench
others thirst, they killed my life.
Innocents die? Why?

Build for cash on beach
expect taxpayer bailout
hurricane be damned.

The needy hunger
because earthly kings control.
Jesus Christ is joke.

The future is now
yet we play manmade war games,
kill the innocents.

Runaway big rig
swept away their five percent
of utilized brain.

Realization
swept all entire nations
money is the thread.

It clings to the old,
a way of killing and greed,
disregards true peace.

True peace will happen
when all the youth of the world
see hope in future.

True innovations;
youth play, old live tranquil life
war is history.

Tax workers pay
used only for what we need
peace spreads like blanket.

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