Tag: Poetry

Little Miss Fix-It

She could not tolerate broken things
So she decided to fix it
Every tear
Every bleeding heart
Little Miss Fix-it could fix it

She was the queen of her realm
Commander and chief
She had everything under control
But in the process of trying to fix the world
The world ended up breaking her soul

Little Miss Fix-it was easy prey
For ravenous wolves in sheep’s clothing
Her heart was devoured
Her soul was crushed
Her mind was mauled by confusion

Her heart was too broken
To fix on her own
Too distrusting and disbelieving
So the only thing left for her to do
Was entrusting it to God for healing

Little Miss Fix-it is much wiser now
From the hard lessons she has learned
She stopped playing God
Jumped off the Throne
And ran through the gates of freedom

The moral of Little Miss Fix-it’s story is
Be careful of the choices you make
Stop believing the lies you’ve been told
Live only the life that is yours
And leave all the fixin’ to God











































The Letter

Like an explosive volcanic eruption
Angry words spewed across the page
Vile
Hateful
Slanderous
As if the Devil himself penned the words
They pierced the heart
Crushed the soul
Provoked a storm within
Revenge! The raging heart screamed
An Eye for an eye
A word for a word
I will have the last say
Then my heart remembered
The treaty it signed
To lay down the weapons
To rid the armor of pride
And put on the shield of
Forgiveness
How the heart struggled
How it longed to get even
But amid the hurt and anger
Arose a heart of victory
And all that remains of the letter
Is ashes in the wind




Stupid Humans!

Look at her!
She’s about to throw a hissy fit
Did she really think she could trick us
That a flimsy screen could keep us out
Humans!
They have the brains of a jelly fish
They forget that we’re invincible
That we can skitter up a tree blindfolded
Hang upside down on one leg
Fall from the highest tree and keep going
We are slinkys with fur
Acrobats with bushy tails
Magicians with better tricks
We are cute
Funny
Cunning
Destructive
A big fat pain in the butt!
We are kings and queens of the neighborhood
Thieves of squirrel resistant birdfeeders
Comedians of the universe
And like it or not
Curse every last one of us
Hang us from the treetops
We are here to stay!




Stupid Squirrels!

Daily writing prompt
What notable things happened today?
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Look at that!
Wrapped around the bird feeder like a slithering devious snake
I’d like to cut off his bushy tail and strangle him with it!
Just when I think I figured out a way to keep the squirrels off
They figure out a way to latch back on
Bella does a good job chasing them away
However, I have a better idea
But killing animals isn’t in my blood
I could let my neighbor do it
He loves killing pesky critters
But my conscience would keep me awake at night
My brain would never shut up about it
And my heart would shrivel up and die
So I took the feeder down
But the birds weren’t happy
So I hung it back up
Now the squirrels and the birds are happy
Wonderful!
Everybody’s happy but me!
But come tomorrow
Or the day after tomorrow
Or a thousand days after tomorrow
My tiny human brain will out-smart them
I pinky promise
I cross my heart and hope to die
On my mother’s grave
I will find the perfect solution
To out-smart every last one of them
Just you wait and see!

Thinking

Like a zombie he sits
In crypt-like silence
staring into space
Smoking a cigarette
Drinking coffee
Thinking

His wife
Is cooking and cleaning
Skinning her knuckles on the washboard
Bringing in firewood
As he sits in the shadows
Thinking

The bills are behind
The cupboards are bare
His wife is crying
The kids are misbehaving
As he sits in the shadows
Thinking

The kids are all grown
The boys are breaking the law
His wife is working
Cooking and cleaning
As he sits in the shadows
Thinking

The years pass by
They’re both old and gray
His wife is lonely and afraid
But in silence he lies
Between snow-white sheets
Thinking

He closes his eyes
He breathes his last
Leaving only behind
Fragmented memories of a man
Sitting in the shadows
Thinking


Broken Wings

These words came to me this morning as I thought about my son and the struggles he’s been going through for the past year. He travels the world to rescue children from sex-trafficking. He trains insanely hard to stay in shape, to be strong, to be ready for the next call. But, for personal reasons, he no longer works for the organization that sent him on endless missions to train the police in different countries, to teach them how to better rescue children, as well as him personally breaking in and rescuing a child. Many times, however, it was too late. For a year, he has been healing, praying, and longing to rescue as many children as he can. Pay or no pay, he is driven to rescue children from Satan’s den of sadistic torture, hopelessness, and despair. So, my son is waiting, healing, and longing with all his heart to spread his wings, and fly again.

There is pain in his eyes
His soul is restless
He longs to fly
But his wings are broken
How long he cries
Do I have to wait
Before you speak
Before you open the door
Heal my wings
And let me fly again
To rescue one more child
To tell her about you
How you can heal her wounds
Her mind
Her shattered soul
The wait is long and painful
Where are you
Don’t you need me anymore
Does the world not need saving anymore
There is pain in his eyes
His soul is restless
His wings are quivering
Healing
Unfolding
It won’t be much longer before God whispers
My beloved, faithful child
It’s time to fly again