Together

We Cared

 


The Writers and Poetry

Alliance Club


What is that all about then?

you ask


Basically they are a group

at the hub


Of a momentous and

universal task

 



Renowned writers of prose

and poetry


Who have joined forces

for education


Forming a beautiful

poet’s sanctuary


Where words are for

your edification

 


The dream of many,

here has come true


There are no politics,

jealousy or spite


Love, a golden thread

passing through


There is no one who is not

here to write

 



Standards, as is expected

will tend to vary


There are poets new to the

art of the quill


Tread you not carefully

and be not wary


There are greats here to

inspire and thrill

 



Styles and forms you can

learn from these


In many instances award

winning artists


Rispetto, Pantoum,

Epulaeryu pen with ease


Written with a loving flow

that never desists

 



Learn of Iambic

Pentameter and Tetrameter


As quilled by the greats

of historic fame


Lulled to the rhythm

of the gentle meter


Dream of a time all may

know your name

 



You can give prayers

and praise your God


Teach on any subject,

the story of a life


A touch of fantasy,

horror just a little odd


Or beautiful words of love

to a beloved wife







Mightier

Than The Sword

 

With flow of written

word and phrase


Enter our hearts your

dreams to weave




And e’er the joy of your

existence praise


As the legacy of your

muse you leave

 

Enter herein and for

that fleeting moment


Touch anothers life

and then gently depart




Whether with beautiful

music or lament


Seek here for the fulfilment

of your art

 

Share thus your tears

and e’en your joy


For you are different,

a breed apart




With the rhymes and meta’s

that you employ


To unfold the content

of your gentle heart

 

With quill and ink in

copperplate swashes


Your feelings and

thoughts you define




From comedic verse to

paced prose dramas


Your dreams and philosophic

ideals refine

 

With soaring spirit

and profound word


Enticing the soul,

the mind and the heart




Scrolling ever a rhythm

in flow and accord


Allowing faith to flow

straight from your heart

 

So come to us now

and pen your muse


In couplet and iambic

pentameter show




Thus dreams throughout

the ages diffuse


In unison inspiration

and language flow

 

Ideas live for ever,

and dreams live and grow


Spanning the ages amassing

linguistic hoard




Leaving your legacy

that man may ever know


That the pen is always

mightier than the sword 




John W. Henson



If You Can Tell A Story
And You Put It
Down On Paper

Then You're
A Writer!


If You Then Can Do It
In a Certain Style

Or In Rhyme

Then You're
A  Poet!


Come Join Us!




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JUST HOLD MY HAND

 

IN YOUR TIME OF SUCH DESPAIR.

YOU SHOULD KNOW I REALLY CARE.

 

WHEN YOU THINK YOU CAN'T GO ON.

JUST HOLD MY HAND,

FROM DUSK TO DAWN.

 

I HAVE YOUR LOVED ONE

SAFE AND SOUND.

THE ANGELS GATHERED ALL AROUND.

 

 THEY PATCHED  HER UP AND GAVE HER

~~WINGS~~

AND NOW CAN REST AND FLY AND SING.

 

UNTIL IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO SEE.

WALK BY FAITH AND JUST BELIEVE.

 

YOU'RE BEING GUARDED DAY BY DAY.

SHE'LL SEND ANGELS

TO SHOW THE WAY.

 

JUST HOLD MY HAND

FROM DUSK TO DAWN.

I HAVE YOUR LOVED ONE .

SHE'S SAFELY HOME.~~Jesus~~~

 ©  MAFLongfellow




My Prayer   (Monotetra)

I meditate and hope you come
There's chaos and folks in pain numb
If you don't, what of us become
there's so much glum, there's so much glum.

I just know that you're very near
And with you I should show no fear
You're always there to dry my tears
You give me cheer, you give me cheer.

I have faith you hear my prayer
Help me each day in my affairs
Oh Lord, forgive me when I err
And show you care, and show you care.

Christ is our savior and God's son
He loves us like no one has done
And on the cross He always won
Kingdom begun, Kingdom begun.

© Dorian Petersen Potter




MY FATHERS’ SONGS

 

Out they came each Sunday Morning wearing their Sunday best,

Miz Molly, Brer Rabbit, Brother Squirrel and all the rest.

Exchanging greetings and wishing each other a good day,

Bringing the Hurley Woods alive with adventure their way.


Brer Rabbit and Miz Molly reigned as Crown Prince and Princess

Admired by animals, birds and bees and loved with no fences.

But the farmer’s garden, guarded by that mean old Rover,

led Brer Rabbit to take great risk making his way over.


 War between these two created adventure in many ways.

  Brer Rabbit always won the race and lived a few more days.

Each night these simple stories played out as I fell to sleep,

 Good always won out, no ending, the characters mine to keep.

 

Other times, my father gave us music with a real beat,

On a juice harp, harmonica, or fiddle. it was all neat.

De Doop Da Doop Da, Diddy um ah Dooda was the start.

The Arkansas Traveler made his way in his red cart


Seeing a farmer in a field the peddler stops to wait.

Waving at the farmer, he smiled broad and leaned on the gate.

  “How far is it to Little Rock?” drummer asked the farmer.

  The farmer always replied in his true country armor;


 “I don’t rightly know, but there’s a Big One just down the road.”

 Jack of Diamonds, Pretty Red Wing, and more, all shared the load.

Each song told a story, I always wanted another.

  I grew up loving these stories and songs of my Father. 

© Robert Hewett Sr.




A Heart Full Of Love

 

A heart full of love and sometimes it was bruised

A few times it was even broken.....

 

If you can just turn and walk away and feel there's nothing

More you need to say and you  do not feel  a tearing in your heart.

If you can so easily forget about me and all the things

I tried to be, then I guess there was really no reason for you to stay.

It hurts to see you walk away for admit it or not, you were an

Important part of my life.

 

The time we shared will forever be a part of me

So even though I realize that it was never  meant to be....still...it hurts

Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical

About love, but rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be

With the wrong person, how beautiful it will be when the

Right one comes along

 

Maybe you are not out there and I've been

Been waiting my life in vain

Maybe you are illusions and shadows only in my mind

I reach in the night for arms full of vaporous ghosts

That are not really there.......but just maybe...

.© Rochelle E Fischer
 

 

Don't You Know
 
Do you know the church,
The place where you and I worship?
Yes!
Do you know the church hall,
Past the rectory and through the side wall?
Yes!
(Over the road and through the gate;
The place where the mums and dads always wait).
Yes!
Do you know the office across the aisle,
The one with the papers and all the files?
Yes!
Do you know the lady there,
With the spectacles and darkish hair?
Well?
Well and this is really great.
She know sombody who owns a snake!
Some years ago, our neighbours little boy told me a story!
©Ralph Stott


SUMMER BLUSH

Lay me down and gently lead,

nestled deep in vibrant green...
as the poppies bend, then bleed,
o'er a love so chaste and clean.

Bright the sun, with envy sighs,
peeping through the trees so proud;
blushes soft, then turns his eyes,
hides his face behind a cloud.

Butterflies commence to dance,
kiss each poppy with such ease;
flushed with nectar's fleeting trance, 
drift away on open breeze. 

Songbirds beaming from the boughs,
sing in utter ecstacy;
view the seal of lover's vows,
sown in summer's finery.

© Char



CAN YOU PRAISE HIM WHEN THINGS GO WRONG?


It's Easy To Praise, When you get that raise,

Can you praise when things go wrong?

You just lost your car
,Your job is real far,
How will you sing a Praise song?


You never get sick,You praise God so quick,
Can you praise when things go wrong?
A lump you just found, Don't like how that sound,
Instead of praise, there's a frown.

Your son made the squad, Give Glory to God,
Can you praise when things go wrong?
No food for the kids,Husband on the skids,
All you can ask "God, how long?"

Your bills are all paid, So praise is relayed,
Can you praise when things go wrong?
You just got laid off,You're down with the cough,
This time your Faith is not strong.

For God's Creation, Christ brought Salvation,
We can praise when things go wrong,
It just comes to pass, Problems never last
We know to whom we belong.
© Jacquelyn Sturge


May Love Be the Light that Guides You

 May love be the light that guides you,

May hope be your truest friend...

May God always walk beside you,

On faith, may you always depend.

Let honor be your companion,

Let peace settle deep in your soul...

May love be the light that guides you,

May your spirit be forever whole..

May your riches be greater than gold.

© Ruth Thomas




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