I wrote this for a young couple on FB who have some form of accelerated aging.
Beyond All Measure
They have what others cannot find,
Contentment upon their faces,
With a happiness few could find;
Would they ever trade me places?
Man has sought what's in her eyes,
A beauty that outshines sadness,
Her smile lights stars in all the skies,
With a wisdom full of gladness.
I envy them who have such treasure,
For their secret is in pure love,
And from this love beyond all measure,
Is a joy straight from up above.
About this poem:
My rebuttal to this:"World Poetry Movement
A short lecture from Charles Bernstein, Professor of English at the University of Pennsylvania: "My lecture is called “What Makes a Poem a Poem?” I’m going to set my timer. It's not rhyming words at the end of a line. It's not form. It's not structure. It's not loneliness. It's not location. It's not the sky. It's not love. It's not the color. It's not the feeling. It's not the meter. It's not the p...lace. It's not the intention. It's not the desire. It's not the weather. It's not the hope. It's not the subject matter. It's not the death. It's not the birth. It's not the trees. It's not the words. It's not the things between the words. It's not the meter-... (timer beeps) It's the timing." Click "Like" if you agree. What does he mean by "the timing"? "
Who cares about his opinion,
He's only a man who teaches,
Over me he has not dominion
No matter how far he reaches.
A learned man indeed he be,
But still just a man of learning,
Who imparts a special key
That unlocks the hearts' yearning.
Yes,he is just a man who speaks
His ideas how you should think,
But not knowing the mind that seeks,
He is still standing on the brink.
So please ,sir,in honest rhyme,
Type your response to me,
For this was in ten minutes time,
A rebuttal that I hope you see.
I felt inspired,earlier today, to write this for Grieving Mothers and related sites.
Butterflies In Heaven
In Heaven there are butterflies
That have touched our savior's face ,
And freely pass to earthly skies,
To remind us of His loving grace.
When a butterfly touches you,
It is because you are feeling sad;
A plea that you not be so blue
And remember the joy you had.
So remember to look to the sky,
If a butterfly should grace your day,
For you might catch someone's eye
Who has only moved far away.
Written for a FB friend who lost her mother last week.
Another rose has left this Earth
To join the Lord in her real birth,
Where love will have endless girth
And laughter follows wholesome mirth.
She will be missed by all she knew,
But her journey here is not quite done,
She will hug you all before she's through,
And then a kiss good bye,one by one.
While wearing a smile through her tears,
She'll ascend the stairs in Jesus arm,
While thanking Him for the joyous years,
To join her family safe from all harm.