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!


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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

SAFEAND SOUND.

THE ANGELS GATHERED ALL AROUND.

  THEY PATCHED  HER UP AND GAVE HER

~~WINGS~~

ANDNOW CAN REST ANDFLYAND SING.

 UNTIL IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO SEE.

WALK BY FAITH ANDJUST 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 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.



Liberation

Open fields, unfettered by walls and concrete,
speak to my soul, freeing my spirit to soar.

 Green fields, uncluttered by sandwiched buildings,
touch my heart, helping me to hope.

 Natural fields, untainted by industries’ greed,
clear my mind, daring me to dream.

 Flower-sprinkled fields, unsoiled by strewn litter,
enchant my eyes, giving me a glimpse of God.

 

© Karen O’Leary



Every Moments Breath

Every moment’s breath I take
You are lovingly with me
guiding my mind, heart and soul

Every moment’s breath I take
purifies my forsaken being as
I was lost before I found You

Every moment’s breath I take
I understand my promised peace
that guides the way to salvation

Every moment’s breath I take
cleanses the internal frame
strengthening its foundation -
preparing me for our first date

© Rhoda Galgiani

  


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



To Love Someone
(Sonnet)

 

                                                                                          To love someone, to truly care 
                                                                                          To worship every strand of their hair
                                                                           To see those eyes and pure skin, feel deep emotions stir within
                                                                           To have, to hold, love and embrace, feel your respect will not be misplaced

                                                                           To feel the joy you have with each other
                                                                           To be as one, now you’re are lovers
                                                                           To be loyal to each other, whatever life’s travails
                                                                           To be as flowers in full bloom, as your love prevails
                                                                           To see the rising sun on each beautiful day
                                                                           To let Valentine and Cupid have their way
                                                                                          To allow them both to have their say 
                                                                                          To live life to the full, come what may
                                                                                          To let romance blossom from now to ever after
                                                                                          To love now and always your lives filled with laughter

                                                                                                                © George L. Ellison


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
 
Dear Spring

 

 You finally arrived.

I was looking forward to seeing you again,

Because I love you.

You are so beautiful.

Decked out for your Lover.

Red , green , purple , and yellow too.

Orange, pink, white and blue.

I will embrace you.

And kiss the morning dew that sits .

Softly upon your hair.

Spring is here, and I feel alive with your love.

Birds singing In the leaf filled trees.

Their songs bring me joy.

Blossoms on the branches waft their fragrance.

It feels my senses.

Spring, it is you that I love.

 

©  Quartermoon








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