eschriner Poetry (9)

She stands on the corner of the block
Nobody taking heed to her pleading cries
"Won’t somebody please feed my baby?" she laments
As she chases off the bloodthirsty, swarming flies.
People pass on by, not even giving her a glance
Instead they look upon her with contemptful disdain
Not remembering the simple tale of the Good Samaritan
But leaving her and the child in their suffering and pain.

He walks into the liquor store to get his forty
His friend goes to the server for another blunt
Not realizing the painful, shocking truth of it
That all they’re experiencing is a false, spiritual front.
It doesn’t really occur to them that they are injuring themselves
What they are committing doesn’t take them from the fray
Only through raw prayer can they actually see the truth
That the unconditional love of Jesus can take them all the way.

Who can truly reach inside of them when the pain is so deep?
What will bring them out of their spiritual black hole?
How can one find their true personal, loving selves?
When they’ve all sold out to Satan for their souls?
"Where can they go once they have hit true bottom, and
Why did they sell out their souls to begin with?" you ask
Only the unconditional love of Jesus Christ can solve the mystery
Of locating their injured, lost souls and saving their spirits
Making an impossible chore into a miraculous task.

As I walk amongst a country meadow
I catch the scent of Nature’s goods
But as I walk further in the grass
I come upon a field of daisies
With a single rose in the very middle.
I question myself upon picking it
Should it die if I break the stalk?
Or will it live on
Nourished by the love in my hands?
I ponder upon the inquiry regarding her
For she is a unique flower
A rose among the daisies.

In my dreams, I view myself
Working as a humble gardener
Tending to all that is beautiful
I catch a glimpse of something unusual
Red among the carpet of white upon the ground.
To find a sight so rare
I wish to hold her within my hand
But do I even deserve to
Embrace something as lovely as she?
I cannot deny the fact of loving her so
As I cherish this most beautiful sight
A rose among the daisies

She wakes up to find her father over her
Hovering above, dressed in only his robe.
A look in his eyes that spells instant trouble
Her heart hardens feeling that she has no hope.
He falls upon her, sliding her pajamas off slowly
And she is wondering why this is happening to her.

Lust is in his heart as hope is within her soul
Her cries to her daddy fall upon ears so cold.
As she faces the wall knowing she has nothing to fear
Down across her innocent face runs one single tear.


He gazes upon his brother with a look of esteem
Sensing a feeling of pride in his young heart.
As he follows Gene around wherever he goes
Secretly Gene wishes that his sibling would depart
Unexpectedly, the young boy stumbles and trips
And Gene starts toward him ready to strike relentlessly

Anger is in Gene’s heart as hope is within his brother’s soul
His cries to his brother fall upon ears so cold.
As he receives the blows knowing he has nothing to fear
Down across his innocent face runs one single tear.


They observe their mother opening a package
Yet what lies within it contains nothing good.
She brings out a card to cut it and a lighter to burn
Slowly heating the drug as any addict would.
As she draws up the syringe to shoot into her vein
Her heart gives out from the years of constant abuse.

Gluttony was in her heart as hope is within their souls
Their cries to their mommy fall upon a body so cold.
As they look upon her body knowing they have nothing to fear
Down across each of their innocent faces runs one single tear.

I saw into the eyes of a child today
And I saw hope staring back at me
The windows of a young soul
So clear for everyone to see.
I have a chance to make a difference
In this small life brought before me today
So I ask you, Lord, to speak through me
And tell them what you wish to convey.

Give me patience, good Lord
To help me teach this one so fair
Allow me kindness and understanding
To act with gracious love and great care.
For I cannot do this alone, Lord
So in your hands I give full control
For it is by your love, oh Lord
That makes a difference in one’s soul.

Let me be your mouth, good Lord
And let my hands become as yours
Allow me to be your spokesperson
From our land to distant foreign shores.
Thank You, Lord, for giving me the love
And the powerful insight in order to see
For I saw into the eyes of a child today
And I saw hope looking back at me.

Countless thousands forced from their beloved homeland in the East

Heavy hearted were they as they faced a journey into the great unknown

Ever so proud as they trudged onward through many dangers and perils

Rugged terrain was now their domain until they could cease their lonely trek

Once again they will settle upon a mighty land with peace in their great hearts

Killing only what they need to satisfy their hunger and for their clothing

Ever so humble are they in their beginnings as they once again inhabit the land

Ensuring the hope of not having to once again travel another lonely Trail of Tears

Thunder rolls across the lone prairie

As a sea of brown gallops across the land

The thousands of these great and mighty behemoths

Are now, soon to this sad day, destined to be no more

None shall roam the once untamed grasslands anymore

Killed senselessly for their hides and for sport

And these magnificent gentle giants shall but be a memory.


Beautiful are the natives, whom thunder upon the lonesome prairie

Undaunted by the numerous obstacles that meet their heavy path

Fate has thus dealt them a frightening hand to their lively freedom

Few have they become because of the white man’s foolish pride

Arrogance seeded their dark hearts as they slaughter the hundreds

Lamentations are uttered by the original American nation to no avail

Only to fall upon the trampled grass which these blessed giants existed

Do you have a secret for me, my love?
Please whisper softly into my ear.
Tell me of all your hopes and wishes
And the aspirations which you hold most dear.
I swear that I won’t tell a soul
That’s a solemn promise from my heart
I’ll keep your dreams in total confidence
And leave them for your lips to impart.

Can you keep a secret for me my dear?
I think that I am falling in love with you.
How it came for this occasion to happen
Please explain it for I have no real clue.
Whenever I think of you, my sweet
My heart seems extremely and totally obsessed.
The pressure from this feeling is so overwhelming
But do I dare allow this to become confessed?

Let’s not keep any more secrets, my sweet.
My poor heart continuously buckles from the strain
Of keeping this amazing sensation hidden inside.
In fact, it’s enough to drive one’s mind insane!
Shall we tell the whole world of our love?
How will we confess this boundless deed?
Let us simply allow the news to run rampant
At last, permitting these tidings to finally roam free.

Loveliness abounds her sweet innocent face
Every time I gaze upon her beautiful splendor
Never have I viewed such an exquisite sight
As when I first saw her childlike, angelic glow.

Zillions of times have I searched for such beauty
How many more years shall I have to wait
Until she and I come together once again?
Rostrand speaks of a love-torn Cyrano.
As does Shakespeare write about a lovelorn Romeo
Voltaire mentions a simple man who waited for his
Lady love to pass by his path once again.
Every day do I dream of her coming my way again
Vexedly shall I sit until the cycle comes around once again
As I continuously yearn for a simple chaste kiss from her rose-like lips.

A lone tree stands in a field, broken and bruised
Recalling the many times in its life that it’s been used
A fractured limb revealing the marks of a child’s rope swing
Its roots recalling the soothing moisture of a babbling spring
Another memory comes to reveal scars of leaves that once caused shade
And the reverberating laughter of children as it watched them play
Its bark shows many hearts carved by the fervor of young lovers
Beneath its boughs, they woo under its profuse cover
Within its heart resided many various, interesting creatures
As their offspring cavorted throughout its many features
So now, my dear reader, as now you can openly see
The memories and recollections about the life of a tree.