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Poetry – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 09:15:40 +0000

Poetry is not inside. I
Write, true, but
Fiction comes too strong. the
Meter is wrong. I death a
Metaphor, I don’t know.
Climax is not dying, nor do I wish a
Character so dark. The heart’s
Image wants to be good, but the
Symbol is bad.

What A Child Sees – A Poem By Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 09:00:28 +0000

No!
I said no!
Go to hell.
get out of here.
I will not.
You idiot!
Just go away.

From the door
he speaks.

Are you done now?
Can I come in
Is it safe?
Will I still hurt?
Will you ever agree?

And sees.

I’m sorry,
I didn’t mean it that way.
You have a point.
Don’t go.
You’re right.
Please forgive me.
It will never happen again.

But it happens again.

How To Live Right – A Poem By Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 09:00:58 +0000

Some things are not right.
Avoid them to be happy.

Simple words for simple people.
Words from men who lived God’s way.
Men whose church had no steeple,
But knew to miss to road that’s straight.

Temptations come by day and night.
Avoid them to be happy.

Simple words from those who know
The darkness that follows sin.
Words to help others grow
Without bringing more darkness in.

Many things will help give life.
Do them to be happy.

Words from great biographies
Built around lives of work
To rewrite world histories;
Words that change other words.

Good deeds make people bright.
Do them to be happy.

Words of common sense
Buried in the souls of men,
Words of hard earnestness,
Written to change the hearts of men.

Live And Serve – A Poem By Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 09:00:25 +0000

Live and serve,
Love and give.
Charity He taught us.
Pain and hate,
Spite and hurt
have grief and sorrow brought us.

Work until the work is done.
Love until love alone goes on.
Suffer for His suffering.
Try. Do impossible things.

When all is done,
Through and through,
Hope will come, the strife will end.
The new age begin.
Millenial hope will come,
Born up to the first resurrection.

Daily Troubles – By Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 09:00:04 +0000

The daily troubles of bills and gardens

Often bubble, nervous, up the listing drain

Whereon the moss hangs. Home? Hearth?

A furnace belching warmth. Carries, not

Alone, the cost, the ever inflating cost of growth.

Growing children, sprouting chores, children,

Loves, lives. Each taxes, leeches, begs, and we

Owing all, ever give. Until empty fills the breach.

Empty covers the dark. Empty warms the heart.

Empty where the passion fled for a gentler part.

Turning does not cease the strife nor lessen

The ever present grief. Flight delays, lies,

But gains no victory. Even hope must be slain

Before her horrid onslaught. Debt cankers,

Love chokes, distance grows, without healing.

Where then? Where lies salvation? In truth,

Only by fleeing from flight. Stand, face

The mirror that stares angry back. Build up today.

No trial withstands time. Let time bring peace

And carry forth tomorrow brighter than yesteryear.