I am a writer and a poet who has had the privilege of the following poems being published into four different books which brought me to the place that I was awarded, "The Best Poet of 2007. I currently have a poem being published in a book, The Best Poets of 2010" which will be available soon. Being recognized among so many poets is a blessing and a joy that someone else sees value in my poems. I have a storefront www.lulu.com/mad63 which has an accumulation of books which inspire, books of poems and some directed to a certain group of people. I also have two other blogs, http://www.anitspoetryplace.blogspot.com and http://www,thewritingcoachroom.blogspot.com. I am on facebook "Writing Coach Mentoring"if you would like to know how to write your first book and self publish it as I have done with each of my books. God bless you,
Anita DeMeulenaere
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The Voice of Poetry
Poetry is a way of expressing the memories
Those things we hold dear in our hearts,
Or possibly a moment in times past
That has been a part of my life to last.
Deep within our heart, spirit and soul
Rings passions and feelings of long ago,
There may be stories to remember and share
Or growing experiences we dare to care.
Life has a way of making changes in our path
Some are good and some we would rather forget,
Regardless of the outcome that has transpired
Hopefully we have become the person we do admire.
A way of bringing life to the things we share
Can come from an opportunity we do care,
To better ourselves from the pain and promise
Of what life has brought our way to inspire.
There is always hope which we have to hold on too
With faith to believe everything will be alright,
God has promised us in His Word which is truth
To follow Him will bring life eternal in heaven.
Those things we hold dear in our hearts,
Or possibly a moment in times past
That has been a part of my life to last.
Deep within our heart, spirit and soul
Rings passions and feelings of long ago,
There may be stories to remember and share
Or growing experiences we dare to care.
Life has a way of making changes in our path
Some are good and some we would rather forget,
Regardless of the outcome that has transpired
Hopefully we have become the person we do admire.
A way of bringing life to the things we share
Can come from an opportunity we do care,
To better ourselves from the pain and promise
Of what life has brought our way to inspire.
There is always hope which we have to hold on too
With faith to believe everything will be alright,
God has promised us in His Word which is truth
To follow Him will bring life eternal in heaven.
Poetry Is...
Poetry is the language of words
Put in a way they may rhyme,
To tell a story, a prose, a promise
Of what you want to say or express.
Poetry is a way to put words to your voice
Telling the world what you feel or care,
There may be an audience to hear those words
Or maybe they will stay in the quiet silence.
Poetry is expressing words from your heart
Whether to teach or to share with those listening,
The pain or lesson you learned on your owe
Can be embraced by someone looking for care.
Poetry is a way of writing words
Expressing pleasure, power and pain,
It is a valuable tool which we must respect
Because words can hurt or heal a wounded spirit.
Poetry is a gift from God to share with others
Which we have to recognize from the heavenly realm,
Use this gift to glorify Him and bless your neighbor
And you will be blessed beyond your imagination.
Put in a way they may rhyme,
To tell a story, a prose, a promise
Of what you want to say or express.
Poetry is a way to put words to your voice
Telling the world what you feel or care,
There may be an audience to hear those words
Or maybe they will stay in the quiet silence.
Poetry is expressing words from your heart
Whether to teach or to share with those listening,
The pain or lesson you learned on your owe
Can be embraced by someone looking for care.
Poetry is a way of writing words
Expressing pleasure, power and pain,
It is a valuable tool which we must respect
Because words can hurt or heal a wounded spirit.
Poetry is a gift from God to share with others
Which we have to recognize from the heavenly realm,
Use this gift to glorify Him and bless your neighbor
And you will be blessed beyond your imagination.
America, You are Mine
America the beautiful are words that run true
To a land that I love and hold dear to my heart,
It makes me feel sad when there are those who disagree
This is their right because it is the land of the free.
America you are not perfect by any means
But considering you are made of human beings,
We do the best we can with what we have
A melting pot and a potpourri of different kinds.
Your greatness is expressed with those who give their life
Whether a politician, a president, a senator and a soldier,
We will defend what is ours to possess and protect
From those who wnat to take from what we have fought.
As long as God is on our side as our prayers are sent to Him
We can be assured that we will be alright within,
But if we turn this country over to Satan and his imps
We will struggle for all that is good and precious to us.
Be assured that this country can only take so much
We have to go back to our roots that were expressed,
Our forefathers gave their life and soul for us
To be free and not to owe anyone anything.
To a land that I love and hold dear to my heart,
It makes me feel sad when there are those who disagree
This is their right because it is the land of the free.
America you are not perfect by any means
But considering you are made of human beings,
We do the best we can with what we have
A melting pot and a potpourri of different kinds.
Your greatness is expressed with those who give their life
Whether a politician, a president, a senator and a soldier,
We will defend what is ours to possess and protect
From those who wnat to take from what we have fought.
As long as God is on our side as our prayers are sent to Him
We can be assured that we will be alright within,
But if we turn this country over to Satan and his imps
We will struggle for all that is good and precious to us.
Be assured that this country can only take so much
We have to go back to our roots that were expressed,
Our forefathers gave their life and soul for us
To be free and not to owe anyone anything.
The soldier
There is a special breed of person
Who sees their life bigger than they are,
A commitment stronger than we can imagine
willing to give their life in the name of freedom.
What makes this special person choose to do this
To fight for their country willing to die,
A greater sense of self and pride within
To protect the values the country provides?
The value taken in the desire to protect
Is about a life willing to give,
To his brothers and sisters who belong
To this wonderful country we sing a song.
The soldier puts on a uniform and protection
To help them to be safe no matter what direction,
Unforunately we cannot always prevent harm coming
Which can result in a life quiet, not returning.
As this soldier stands before God in this new form
Jesus tells him, "Well done my faithful serant",
You were willing to die for mankind because you love
As I was willing to die for mankind for their salvation.
Who sees their life bigger than they are,
A commitment stronger than we can imagine
willing to give their life in the name of freedom.
What makes this special person choose to do this
To fight for their country willing to die,
A greater sense of self and pride within
To protect the values the country provides?
The value taken in the desire to protect
Is about a life willing to give,
To his brothers and sisters who belong
To this wonderful country we sing a song.
The soldier puts on a uniform and protection
To help them to be safe no matter what direction,
Unforunately we cannot always prevent harm coming
Which can result in a life quiet, not returning.
As this soldier stands before God in this new form
Jesus tells him, "Well done my faithful serant",
You were willing to die for mankind because you love
As I was willing to die for mankind for their salvation.
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