Blessings from AboveHis life was filled with pain,
All he loved had seemed slain.
His families’ relationship tattered,
To them nothing ever mattered.
No room for love in his heart,
A boy thought of as not smart.
Surrounded by love nor darkness,
He couldn’t grab life by the harness.
Every night he couldn’t sleep,
After, countless numbers of sheep.
He cried until slowly approached dawn,
He wondered how his life was drawn.
He always felt small and meek,
Dragging on through each week.
In life he never played the right card,
Which caused his life to be rather hard.
Many people and friends cast him away,
Stuck in that same place, a ship at bay.
Life’s warnings this boy did not ever heath,
For when battles come he wouldn’t unsheathe.
Instead he always would seem to flee,
And he was taunted by this for all to see.
Through the hard times he would cry,
And yell out, “oh why, Jesus, why?”
He thought he’d have the most perfect life,
A daughter, a son, and a much-loving wife.
Slowly those dreams seemed they wouldn’t come,
Even though of this, he would still believe in some.
He found a gun at the end of the day,
Which then had caused him to say.
“With this for now I end my life,”
“I will end all of this strife.”
He extended his arms completely out,
Then he really then started to doubt.
For as the moonlight reflected a shadow,
His shadow formed a cross, interest he did show.
The shape of which had formed a cross,
He thought of the man that made him win at his loss.
Perhaps he wasn’t ready to end it all,
Tears filled his eyes as he started to bawl.
This boy still walks the earth today,
Helping kids that try to follow his way.
The boy has the life he always dreamt of,
All of his blessings had come from above.
I WANT THAT POEM TO COUNT! THE REST I'M POSTING FOR THE HECK OF IT!His Last MomentThe early morning light shone brightly,
The enemy wasn’t going to let him off lightly.
They offered him a cigar to smoke as they made him sit,
Instead he looked at the feet of his captors and then spit.
Angered by this his captors lifted their gun,
And beat him under the darkened sun.
We all sat quietly and watched as he just smiled,
His captors would make sure his punishment won’t be mild.
They kicked, punched, slapped, and beat.
And then his head lay next to their feet.
He then began to slowly pray,
As his life was slipping away.
The sun’s rays glinted in his hair,
His lips still and his eyes were bare.
He fought and he died for his homeland,
This is what made him a hero so grand.
He faced the leaden hale,
And yet he still took it so well.
May we not forget why they died,
As they march to strange lands with all their pride.
A Grandchild’s Lament
I smelled the smell of freshly dug dirt,
And I felt the rain hit my back and head.
It is as if the world is too crying,
Knowing whom I loved is dead.
I knew it wasn’t a lie when I was told,
But I wouldn’t believe it.
As I held the receiver to my ear,
I was suddenly full of woe.
Why would this happen to me,
Why must I suffer such pain?
I placed the receiver down on the bed,
I felt the pain of knowing another was slain.
But he wasn’t slain,
He just passed away in his sleep.
A shudder of bitterness went down my spine,
This made that hole in my heart all the more deep.
Who could let this happen to me,
Why must grandmother suffer?
I could know the answer,
But couldn’t seem to ask.
More darkness had filled my life,
Another battle was lost to death.
It sent another shudder as I thought,
What it’s like taking that last breath.
But knowing that he was saved,
Did seem to bring elation.
He boarded that one way Train,
To his final destination.
God bless you PawPaw,
We really love you and miss you,
We went through a storm at first,
We know someday we will see you.
An Unread Love Letter
“You won’t ever see the petals,
That lay on this sheet of white.
Which says so many things,
Like sorry about that fight.
It tells you I love you forever,
I am missing you too.
And I miss hearing those words,
Every single I love you.
I had always told you,
I will love you until I die.
And you have been on my mind,
As the years slowly go by.
I was going to visit you,
I saw the wreathe on your door,
And that had let me know,
You can’t love me anymore.
My eyes haven’t stopped crying,
And also my heart still aches.
Thinking of those times we shared,
Sharing those soft-drinks and shakes.
Seeing that lipstick mark on that cup,
Of coffee brings more tears to me.
And I am just wishing you knew this,
And wishing that you could see.
And thinking when you turned,
And you had just walked away.
You had didn’t turn to look at me,
And you had nothing to say.
I haven’t been in the bedroom,
Since I can’t I remember.
Maybe it was since you left me,
On that chilly, dreary December.
I wondered if he held you tightly,
And close at night in bed.
Or did you both lay apart,
And nothing was ever said.
I was tired of sitting at home,
Had plenty of happy hours for only one.
Spending my nights all alone in bars,
Thinking that would be a way to have fun.
But nothing ever helped,
Get rid of our memories.
I remembered you every time,
I would get down on my knees.
So I close this letter,
Which I wrote to,
You and no one else.
I have always loved you.”
I finished reading aloud,
As I looked into the casket.
Placing the envelope down,
In her flower-filled basket.
Unforgotten ParadiseLife is like being stuck in the ocean,
Always trying to figures out what is the notion.
I get closer, so I think,
Yet I am truly on the brink.
Of drowning and forever being gone,
And I just don't care to ever go on.
By the waves of fate I am slung,
And slowly the water fills a lung.
Fate has duped me again,
I am to never again see land.
My paradise has long ago come and gone,
So I must live and die alone.
Without one to ever understand me,
Or take the time to stop and see.
The Epitaph
Traveling far tired and weary,
Sweat sticking to his head so hairy.
The darkness of night a sheet on the land,
The forest he traveled so large and so grand.
To give up to him, foolish and bereavement,
Giving up and never making that achievement.
She appeared and spoke, “remember me for doing my share,”
“And also remember me for knowing that I always did care.”
With a sheathe made of stone,
And a heart that brightly shone.
His love deceased, and grieved for,
His love again will be seen nevermore.
He once been a great general,
Now an unwanted, dull mineral.
He wondered why he mourned for his wife,
Even though she tried to kill him with a knife.
He still will always keep on missing,
Her heart like the snake, kept on hissing.
Thought of as she was completely mad,
Cruel as the ruler by the name of Vlad.
When he found out the truth, of his love he was on stage,
Giving a speech to the peasants, but this put him in rage.
To all around he had killed,
All their blood slowly spilled.
That is why he roams this forest till he found,
This rather odd looking, three foot tall mound.
So what better than to go on and dig, and he still dug,
His wife’s corpse fell into his hands, as if giving a hug.
A nice little stone he found near the dirt,
And cleaned it off with his blood stained shirt.
For what it was he was not sure,
An epitaph it was for his darling her.
Anna Wallace
The children of Israel wanted bread,
And the Lord sent them manna,
Ol’ General Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.
When I Think Of Miracles
When I think of miracles
I imagine awesome birth
And how a godly virgin
Brought the son of God to earth
When I think miracles
I think of a full, packed inn
How in a Bethlehem barn
A victory God did win
When I think of miracles
I think of angels on high
And how their brilliant tidings
Resounded from the night sky
When I think of miracles
I think of when shepherds bowed
The knowledge of their Savior
In their glad hearts endowed
When I think of miracles
I think of a star so bright
It brought wise kings to worship
This world’s Way, Truth, and Light
When I think of miracles
My mind always goes this way
‘Cause the greatest miracle of all
Was born on that Christmas day
First place goes to Aaron Beole (60 HP) and second place goes to Lilith Havok (45 HP). Congrats, both. 
