By dovemarie
As I look back through the years,
I have cried an ocean of tears.
The mental abuse-
Treated like refuse.
I've cried even more tears than the ocean can fill
The next bit of suffering causes more tears to spill.
My eyes are wet with salt tears
As salty as the waves that rise overhead
Then I am pulled down,
My tears have caused me to finally drown.
My body is thrown around among the waves,
While the wild wind rages and raves.
Will you ever find me?
This kind of death was meant to be.
| Author Notes | Thanks to Moon Willow for artwork. |
By dovemarie
I am a tree firmly rooted in the ground,
Gazing up at the sky with blossoms and branches
When all of a sudden comes this howling sound
Wicked white flakes attack me
Pouring rain drenches
Early spring snow...
Where did you come from? Oh, please go!
Dusting of flakes burying grass so green
Not a very pleasant scene
Yet spring will appear as she always does,
When birds sing and bees buzz
Winter with days as cold as hell
Will finally bid its late farewell.
| Author Notes | An early spring dusting of snow in New England, a few days ago. Thanks to Browncat for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Crisp, light grains blowing through my hair
As I cross the beach with its seagull-filled air
Caressing my feet, crinkling through my toes
Sun-warm, encircling my ankles, a crumb flying past my nose
Wet sand where my footprints stamp,
Rivulets of baby waves so cool,
Surrounding the castles, a child's tool
Dark, water-washed sand,
Light, sun-drenched sand
I scoop sand-splattered shells into the palm of my hand
| Author Notes | A chapter in my book "Precious Gems." I always loved the sand, the only thing I hated was cleaning it off my feet and the creases of my body when I went to the beach! Thanks to Denise B for artwork. |
By dovemarie
I make my way on a woody trail
Through the trees I get a glimpse of a boat sail
Clustering around me are the woods
Where I see, smell, hear and feel God's goods
A snap of a twig,
(I hope there are no bears so strong and big!)
Dying trees and living trees,
Butterflies, birds and bees
To the eye, they all please
Mosquitoes buzz around and annoy,
Yet I still feel joy
Eagles swoop down and frighten the sparrow
I pray I don't lose the way; sometimes it's narrow
From a little distance,
I see a farmer pushing his wheelbarrow
The ground is covered with rugs of vari-colored leaves
Which the grace of God achieves
Rocks and tree trunks are rich with fern and moss,
To which they cleave
Air rushes through my nostrils
While I concentrate on the wooded hills
Presently I come to the end of my trail,
Sun is sinking and pale
Nature is a sight that will never fail.
| Author Notes | From walks in the woods that I've taken on trips. Thanks to CammyCards for artwork. |
By dovemarie
I, alone,
Stand on my own
I started late, at twenty-six
There were a lot of troubles to fix
I cleaned for the elderly,
And as I washed and folded their laundry
I wished I had my own family
In my own house with me
But God decided this was not to be
I stand on my own,
I hang my head and moan
I did have a son, now full-grown
But to me he's practically unknown
His adoption left me alone
We don't even talk on the phone
All my hopes of seeing him have flown
I, alone, as a child
Hurt, rejected, and reviled
Lonely and shy
I used to sit and cry
I used to play by myself with my dolls
There were no friendly calls
I stand on my own,
Torturously have grown
I, alone
| Author Notes | A poem about my life - I was shy, unsociable, had an inability to make friends. Thanks to booklotto for artwork. |
By dovemarie
I sit down to make a goal,
If met, I consider myself whole
A goal is sometimes not easy to set,
How will I get my need met?
The goal is sometimes easy to make,
Just don't do more than you can take
I feel like I'm baking a cake
Start with ingredients you'll need
Mix them together, plant the seed
Like measuring salt, sugar and flour
Determination, order and strength will give you power
Like a cake in the oven,
Your hopes will rise
Whether short term or long,
Achievement and success will be the prize
| Author Notes | Written a few months ago when I spent a few days in a psychiatric hospital and we had a Goals group. Thanks to Linda for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Ever since our planet's birth
(Which we can't even remember)
We've wanted to reach the planet you call Urth(?)
We have traveled among the moons and the stars
We look down from our ships, and see things you call "cars"
Who is your leader?
Who teaches a child its reader?
We are all of one size and shape
We see all of you trying to escape
What you call "terrorism" and "war"
What's it all for?
You are different shapes and sizes
You are also full of surprises
Sometimes you are friends,
Then all of a sudden that ends
We've been to Pluto and felt its horrible chill
Yet there's nothing worse in trying or succeeding to do what you call "kill"
Our planet is called MetroRose
Though none of you care very much, we suppose
Why do you dig up beautiful grounds?
What you call "bulldozers" cause painful sounds
We're more advanced than you, it's true
We've been on every planet in your galaxy
While you are only beginning to study Mars,
We have touched on the billions of stars
We come from the next universe,
Why on your planet do you make things worse?
Please accept us, we want to pleasantly converse
| Author Notes | Thanks to Bruceiorio for artwork. I've often wondered if our planet has been contacted by aliens, or if they've been on our planet and watched what goes on. |
By dovemarie
The pull of the waves,
Choppy, a little rough
At high tide, deserted expanse of watery sand covered with footprints
Grass blows in the wind
Tufts of dry, crackly seaweed tumbling about
Storm approaches
Lowering clouds hovering above the horizon
Ominously moving in hazy yellow sky
Evening settles, low rumble of thunder mixed with swishing waves
This is how I perceive my life...
With storms passing, who knows what the morrow will bring?
| Author Notes | Inspired by a large picture in a room called the Sensory Room, in a psychiatric hospital. Thanks to Denise B for artwork |
By dovemarie
Building
Building a brand new home
Baking a birthday cake
Borrowing a friend's car
Building a life of hope
Breaking in bicycles
Basking in summer sun
Building happy, fun times
| Author Notes | Inspired by a form that Dovey used. Thanks to avmurray for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Torrents of mercy
I confess my sins to Thee
Holy Grace is mine
By dovemarie
Young man
Defending us
Answering Revere's call
Fighting for our dear countryside
Dying
| Author Notes | A tribute to Patriots Day which is coming up on the 16th. Thanks to SCHATZLING for artwork. |
By dovemarie
April spring showers
A prelude to May flowers
Our Lord's great powers
| Author Notes | Thanks to Bellzer98 for artwork. We have had so much rain where I live that I was inspired to write this 3-line. |
By dovemarie
My angel I used to ignore
Never realizing I'd hurt him to the core
He is my guide
Yet I always strayed to the other side
And he sat by me and cried
O, dear Angel, I apologize
I didn't recognize
That the Lord was wise
Until now, after all the ugly things I've done
You were told not to turn and run
Rather, to radiate down on me like the sun
Now I'm in my sixties - getting old
But my hand you still hold
I long to behold
Your loving face
If you get to lead me to my Heavenly place
This is a sincere apology
I've often eaten the forbidden fruit from Eden's tree
Everything I do, you see
Please accept my apology
Then you, Christ and I will be a blessed trilogy
| Author Notes | So many times I haven't paid any attention to my Guardian Angel. And it's gotten me into a lot of trouble! Thanks to Jayden T for artwork |
By dovemarie
Time is what you make it
Slow, fast, sometimes you can't take it
The hours have too soon passed
At times they go too fast
I'm racing through my NaPoWriMo rhythm and rhyme,
I started late
Dashing toward the April 30 date
This is my race against time
| Author Notes | Thanks to Schatzling for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Wonderful time to think and pray
At the end of the day
I hear the last dog bark
While I hear the farewell song of the lark
The sun sinks low in the sky
And I ask myself "Why?"
Why did a waste a lot of precious time,
While up the ladder I climb
I say goodbye to the birds in the bush
Evening's approaching hush
Squirrels scurry up the trees
You can no longer hear the buzz of the bees
Early twilight's tranquil breeze
There seems nothing left to say
As I pack up and go on my way
At the end of a glorious day
| Author Notes | Thanks to donnadiann for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Running around through the day
Trying to catch a child at play
Teaching him to learn what to say
Teaching him to read
Planting his seed
Comes the time for bedtime slumber
I race after my little tumbler
I gaze on the face of my little wonder
At last he's tucked in,
It's so quiet, you can hear the drop of a pin
His eyes slowly close
And I miss him, as he starts to doze
He is now entering dreamland
I soothe him with pats of my hand
The next morning again we'll meet
A rosy sunlight always to greet
| Author Notes | Inspired by three little boys I babysat back in the 1990s. Thanks to cleo85 for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Here they come again, the April snows!
I wonder where Spring goes?
I peeked out and my nose almost froze!
Patches of earth pelted by rainy snow
How will anything ever grow?
I tried to have a Spring Fling
But, alas, snow covered everything!
Lawn-green, fertile-brown pieces of earth
Spring has never really had her birth
Sweet sparrow,
Hunting for food,
Hopping around in the icy snow
Windy rain mixed with snow
Again I wonder - where did Spring go?
| Author Notes | Again, here in Massachusetts, winter reviving! Thank you to Susan F.M.T. for artwork |
By dovemarie
One day I took a walk
Found myself near City Hall
There was no one with whom to talk
So I entered the library nearby
With books from wall to wall
I studied its numerous shelves
It's so good when we educate ourselves
I pulled out a history book
With a colorful cover
I took a long look
There were so many facts to discover
I wandered through the quiet rooms
And consumed the knowledge of medicine
Novels, mysteries, and stories about Thomas Edison
I was drawn to the children's stories,
Mothers with children in carriages
Checking out books about animals, balloons, and fairies
I've done my homework in the library
Constantly looking up in the dictionary
The library educates
And there are no charging rates
Except when you get a note about late return
The you have some cause for concern!
The library is where I study for a test
And it is there that I always do my best
| Author Notes | I love going to the library, it is not a far walk from my apartment. I have studied there and done work on the computer. It's near our City Hall. Thanks to cleo85 for artwork. |
By dovemarie
On the lovely first day in May
My mother gave birth to a sweet little baby
May 9th was her wedding
A day of blessing
In May she celebrated Mother's Day
And the three children with whom she would play
May 16 was the day of her birth
One of the most special times bringing us to this earth
In May she saw me receive Holy Communion
Knowing it was a Holy union
In May she saw me graduate
She was full of joy on each date
| Author Notes | Dates in May that my Mother celebrated that were important to her. Thanks to bd shutterspeed for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Warning! Expecting hurricane
The skies threaten
The chirps of the birds wane
Wind swirls through the streets
Rain comes down in sheets
You can hear the thunder rumble
Trash cans tip over and tumble
Windows are closed tight
Children feel fright
The winds' speed grows higher and higher
All over is pulled down telephone wire
A hurricane has chilly blasts
Rolling in from the sea, billowing the ships' masts
It crashes onto land
Many houses no longer stand
At the end of its destruction
We all must join in new construction
We are appalled by its force
Suddenly it comes to the end of its course
| Author Notes | Thanks to cleo85 for artwork |
By dovemarie
God is both invisible and invisible to me.
He takes care of me materially and spiritually.
He can be light, when He gives me grace and joy.
He can be dark, if I don't feel Him near or know I have sinned.
He fills my life with blessing,
Especially when I'm in a state of distressing.
God is my Father,
Who gave me a holy, sinless Mother.
God is the King of Angels and Prophets
He wrote the Bible; His true Word,
Psalms and Proverbs are some of the sweetest verse I've ever heard.
God brought to me Fan Story's Teri7,
She and I both write a lot about Heaven.
Dear God, I am Your child
Though many times I've lost control and gone wild
Your breathing on me with Your Spirit is so mild
You are leading me by the hand
Towards the Promised Land.
Thank you for dying for me,
Whipped so cruelly,
Hanging on the rough wood of the tree
You were a Carpenter,
You worked to build
Homes and lives
Though scorned by Pharisees and Sadducees with their sharp knives
You are forever compassion-filled.
I know I must not have a taint,
In order to become a saint
I long to see the Heavenly country,
My Angel will conduct my pure entry.
| Author Notes | Writing prompt Thanks to Dick Lee Shia for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Powerful, graceful, mysterious
Descending with gifts and graces
I am moved by the Spirit
From Him emanates zeal
Creator of Christ
Divine Person
Consoler
Teaches
Love
| Author Notes | April is the month of the Holy Spirit in the Catholic Church. Thanks to avmurray for artwork. |
By dovemarie
They met by the river
Cupid took an arrow from his quiver
They came together as one
A new friendship had just begun
He used to get up and walk alone
Now they always talk in person and on the phone
And they go to church every day
It was just the Lord's way
Walking all alone, I wondered
How he could survive
Now she picks him up, for she can drive
So their friendship can thrive
Lots of times they include me in their day
And I never feel as though I'm in the way
It's a three-ringed friendship
Made from love
The Lord's triangle
Where He watches from above
| Author Notes | My best friends Rachel and David met when he was sitting on a park bench on the boulevard. I have had many good times with them too. Thanks to booklotto for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Jesus, Jesus, when will You come back?
All this time I've been under the devil's attack
Jesus, Jesus, when will You come back?
All this time I've tried to stay on the right track
Jesus, Jesus, when will You return?
You taught me lessons I needed to learn
Now I long for Your consolation
And the unearned gift of Heavenly salvation
Jesus, Jesus, when will You come back?
By dovemarie
Spring has finally
Taken up residence
Upon our Earth
Valley and hills
Different hues of Primavera
| Author Notes | Thanks to Sush82 for artwork. Primavera in Spanish means "Spring," or literally "first green." |
By dovemarie
Loneliness comes in different
Shades and colors,
Sometimes when we're alone
And sometimes with others
Being lonely has nothing to do with having a hubby
Though he's probably you're best buddy
I once had two cats, they kept me company
But they could only meow
And they're gone now
Alonelyness is a state of being
No matter who or what you are seeing
I wonder why lots of people are alone,
Even though they have the computer or cell phone?
It seems all human beings have flown
Loneliness can't be seen
I don't think it can even be felt
It is elusive
Even when you're with someone
It can be intrusive
Yet being lonely is something we all need
Something we have to be aware of and heed
Loneliness is hard to define
As I sit here and away I pine
Even when some are indivisible
Loneliness can be invisible
Other times it's visible
And we all at times need to be alone
Someday the sweetest person you've ever known
Will unexpectedly appear, like a miracle
| Author Notes | Alonelyness is a word I made up, a combination of "alone," "Lonely," and "loneliness." My poem was inspired by my poem "Three-ringed Friendship" and also by a Fan Storian's review. Thanks to BHAKTI MUNOT for artwork |
By dovemarie
Lots of times I find myself under what I call "stressure,"
A combination of distress and pressure.
No days or weeks of pleasure,
And I feel under the weather.
My head feels the pressure;
My mind, the distress.
Some days I can hardly get up and dress
Suicidal thoughts, onward they press.
I look at my meds-
Whites, yellows and reds.
I feel a strong surge of desire for someone to inquire
How I got this deep into the mire.
Oppression, repression, depression, suppression,
My life is hanging in suspension.
One bright day I'll get rid of this "stressure,"
Annihilation of distress and pressure.
| Author Notes | Some days I feel all of these words that are listed in the last stanza. I always manage to get over them, even though it takes time. I think I've created another new word too! (Stressure) Thanks to emspics for artwork |
By dovemarie
Shared day
Visiting him
Relaxing; awakened
I had missed seeing him at home
Nice time
| Author Notes | I visited a male friend the other day, at his place. He's going to take me to a local baseball game. We had a nice time, and I had a nice walk home (he doesn't have a car and I don't drive. It was Sunday - there were no buses). I saw the Cinquain contest too late - it was due today, but I saw it 2 hours too late. Nevertheless, it inspired me to write a cinquain. Thanks to seshadri_sreenivasan for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Rain chill
Dancing in warmth
Had to wear a jacket
Hiding in deceptive sunlight
Fair spring
| Author Notes | Today, April 26, it was cool and rainy. Then later it turned sunny. When I went outside, I wasn't wearing a jacket - someone told me I didn't need to. They were wrong! I felt the windy rain chill, and dashed back inside to get a jacket. Spring up and down again! Thanks to seshadri_sreenivasan for artwork. |
By dovemarie
I shelter in God's Hands
He holds me like a sparrow
I am a lost soul
By dovemarie
I live for Mary, My Blessed Queen
She lives inside God's Paradise unseen
I give her my slavery
With fortitude and bravery
All I have belongs to the Virgin
All of myself, from without and within
She gives Her graces how, when and where She wills
Nothing is in me
Yet Her love is divine
Consecration fills
My every thought
I am Her slave, that She has not bought
I freely gave Her my heart, spirit, mind and soul
Thus She makes me a part of Her whole
On this day of Consecration
I am bowed down in veneration
To my Queen
I owe honor and dedication
| Author Notes | Written on the day of St. Louis de Montfort's death, the made Consecration to Mary. He died at the age of 43. Thanks to helvi2 for artwork. |
By dovemarie
A farmer carefully plants his seed
Works to dig up choking weed
He stands on his porch
Looking up at sun he hopes will not scorch
He waits for the sweet, blessed, gentle raindrops
So nourishing and healthy for his crops
He dreams that there will be no doubt
That his plants and vegetables will sprout
So many depend on him in their need
His family, and others in the world to feed
He takes pride in his fertile soil
Enriches and rewards his back-breaking toil
By dovemarie
Breeze through the wavelets
Sand swirling around
Waves in high motion
Love the sight and sound
Gulls cover the sky
A babe's gentle cry
Sun descends so low
Red gleams disperse clouds
Take care - undertow
Beach emptying crowds
A lone fish splashing
Eerie waves crashing
| Author Notes | I've always loved the seaside and the setting sun hovering over it. Thanks to Dovey for inspiring "Tableau" poem. Thanks to seshadri_sreenivasan for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Prayer ascending
The Lord is understanding
His will descending
| Author Notes | Thanks to booklotto for artwork. Our prayers are constantly ascending to Heaven, and God sends down HIs answers (descending). |
By dovemarie
A first time
The last time will come
Forever
| Author Notes | Breaking a date with someone who has given me a hard time about going out through the years, dropped me for another woman in 2006, then has played around with me ever since her death in 2013. Thanks to avmurray for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Swirling, multi-hued leaves
Every day grows shorter
Piles of leaves scattered on the ground
Time to go back to school
Evening twilight, temperatures cool
Memories of vacations abound
Beautiful colors floating in the air
Everything changing, new season
Rich creation, God's divine reason
| Author Notes | I live in New England, and there are glowing twilights here and wonderful foliage. Thanks to MoonWillow for artwork. |
By dovemarie
A giant, sun-baked clam,
That's what I am
Winds felt gentle as a lamb
I sat and watched the overflowing dam
By dovemarie
Old
at heart
Young
| Author Notes | Thanks to tekayep for artwork. I was sitting thinking how I'm growing old, but I still feel young - I walk places, I move fast, I think well. |
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