He Created Us

He created us with perfection

And though what the first of us

did was wrong, it is through our

trials and tribulations that we have

Come to be so strong.

He created us for a purpose  

To multiply and fill the world

So we bear the responsibility

For every boy and girl

He created us with compassion

So we love with all that we are

As Christ who showed compassion

Before us, like him, we bear some

Scars.

A mother, a wife, a friend

Titles we all may bear

To be created a woman,

there is nothing that can compare

Know that you are special

With, or without a man. Why?

Because he created us

With his Very own hands.

                                                        Poem by Rhonda Lewis  

                                                         Copyright©2011    

It Is What It Is

It is what it is

Don’t look for explanations

Accept the circumstances

There will be less complications

Take it for what it is

Don’t look for nothing else

Don’t make something out

of nothing just to satisfy

Yourself.

It is what it is

It will likely stay the same

So if you can’t deal with

The players

Take yourself out the Game!

It really isn’t hard, it’s self

explanatory. If you cannot

comprehend, you’re in the

wrong category. 

It is what it is

There’s not much more to say

So if you think you know the

Game, deal your cards

Be ready to Play!

                                                                Poem by Rhonda Lewis

                                                                 Copyright© 2010

Love Don't Hurt

Black eyes, broken bones,

Broken heart and busted lips

All from the force of his

balled up fist

A long sleeved shirt on a warm

sunny day. People look at you

as if you’re insane, you can hide

The scars, but you can’t hide

The pain

LOVE DON’T HURT

Missed days from work

Sick time all used, but you

Can’t go back, they will see

You’re all bruised. Two more days

They will be all healed, is what

You tell yourself as you pop pain

pills.

Family dinner planned, but you

make an excuse. They can’t find out

You’re a victim of abuse. If they

see you face to face, they will see

Right through your lies, you won’t

Be able to hide it, they will see it in

Your eyes.

LOVE DON’T HURT

He said he was sorry, but you made

Him mad. But that’s to take the guilt

Off him and make you feel bad

If you don’t leave him now, he will

Always treat you like dirt

When will you finally see that

LOVE DON’T HURT!

                                                                Poem by Rhonda Lewis

                                                                Copyright©2010

To the Sun

To the Sun

Will you come with me to the sun if I

Ask nicely?

We can take my magic carpet and I’ll even let you drive

As we fly towards the heavens in the wind there is

Love

Would you play in the rain if I asked you?

Slipping thru the silver drops as they coat our skin, a veil moist and heavy yet light,

Embracing and chasing-lightning streaks across the sky.

Your thunder cracking open my heart

Where love resides

Will you slide down the rainbow with me just once?

Joy will catch us as we tumble head over heels.

We’ll wrap ourselves in shades of blue, red, green and peach

Love is within reach, it’s easier than you think

Take my hand as we follow the sun passing cumulous clouds

In the sky

A magic carpet ride

I’ll even let you drive

©2005 Monica Simone

Unspoken

Can’t say what I feel

Drawn in by the unspoken

My mind like a ferris wheel

Slowly turning  in the summer sun

The same in it’s mundaneness plainness

Thoughts looping thru my space unsettled

It is a treacherous thing

Our heart

It pulls and pushes and exerts it power with a silent beat

A breath a touch a whisper you hear it

Ignore it

Fall forward

Unspoken yet crashing in your ears like waves drowning

Heart beat

Heart speak

I’m not listening

©2010 Monica Simone

Slave to Your Rhythm

I’m a slave to your rhythm

My heart palpitates to your

Beat. It sets my soul on fire,

From the top of my head, to

The soles of my feet!

Your rhythm runs through

Me, like water through a

River. It sends chills up and

Down my spine. It makes my

Whole soul quiver!

I’m a slave to your rhythm

It ignites my dimming flame.

Like a shock, to my system,

It makes me scream your

Name.

Your rhythm explores me.

As it searches my inner cave,

I become a slave to your rhythm,

Through your rhythm, I become

Your Slave!

                           Poem by Rhonda Lewis

I'm Not Blind

                   

I believe you think I’m stupid.

Well I’m not, and I’m not blind.

I see the things you’re doing, and

I can read between the lines. You

Think you are sneaky, and you’re

Getting over on me?  Don’t think

Because I’m quiet, there are

Things I do not see.

I believe you think I’m dumb.

Like I can’t see all the signs.

My eyes seem closed to the

Situation, but believe me, I’m

Not blind! Please don’t believe

My silence means that I don’t

Know. I just know when I reveal

It, I will have to let you go.

I believe the day is coming, when

You will see I’m not blind. That’s

The day I’m leaving, and all you’ll

See is my behind!

                                 Poem by Rhonda Lewis

                                                                ©2008

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