Category Archives: Poetry Corner

Being by myself

 

I can not stand alone.

I can not be myself by myself.

 

In order to know myself,

I need to be surrounded by something other than myself.

 

I can not see myself by myself

By myself, I do not know where I am.

 

By myself, I do not know where I end

Or where I begin

 

By myself, my absolutes become relative,

Relative to nothing.

 

By myself, I have no purpose.

I can find no meaning in anything, if nothing is with me.

 

Without parameters, I have no definition.

Without definition, there is no boundary between myself and not myself.

 

Emptiness is my poverty.

Loneliness is my confusion.

 

I can not be myself, by myself

I can not be, by myself

 

If I choose to be at all, then I can not be by myself.

 

GOD MADE MAN FROM DIRT

 

Man was made by God from the earth,

From dirt, from soil, a material without worth.

When entering a house we brush it from our feet,

Yet without it the human design’s incomplete.

From the state we came from to the form we have taken,

Shows the pattern of creation that can not be mistaken.

The spirit of the creator can be viewed through his inventions.

God’s affect on the dirt displays His intentions.

From dirt to God’s image, the contrast is stark,

With only God’s breath to give us life’s spark.

It is a good example of what God can do.

But if we share God’s attributes does that include this too?

 

Our world is affected by our participation,

Through art, construction or recreation.

It goes without saying that we have different styles.

The degree of variation can be separated by miles.

Our energy flows through the rhythm that we beat,

Personality shows through the task we complete.

Each one does something different with what’s in their hand,

Expressing through materials the things they understand,

Manipulating matter from its former state,

Unique stories told through what we create.

This history we make reveals what we hide,

These surroundings betray what we have inside.

 

Collectively, we have desires that contradict.

Inevitably, we can be drawn into conflict.

This wonderful skill that we all possess,

Has become the source of contempt and stress.

We find ourselves prisoners of our of our own soul,

Scenarios we face spiral out of control.

The situation that threatens us becomes clear,

Our spirits have somehow been subjected to fear.

Insecurities intruding into our heart and mind,

Through us, replicate into all that we find.

By following delusions that others would teach,

We are caused to push our own dreams out of reach.

 

As we self destruct we look for someone to blame,

To pass on the buck to hide our shame.

But while things around continue their assault,

We must look within to correct the fault.

No matter how complex the pain and hurt,

Remember we were first made out of dirt.

The disclosure of this ingredient was meant to inspire,

To follow this principle should be our desire.

We can use for material all the things that went wrong,

And build something good if our spirit stays strong.

We will, in the end, achieve things for which we aim,

And our lives be worth more than the dirt from which we came.

 

Poem by Danny Baxter © 2010 Xian Force Productions

 

 

 

TWELVE POEMS

Of unifying thought.

I wish for a portfolio

Of things I have been taught.

 

I get up every morning,

Then bible at my side

I sit with soul wide open

To catch what air would hide.

 

Resonance of frequencies

Not easy to translate

Betray invisible forces

Exerted to change my fate.

 

I’m called to illustration,

Describing what I sense,

Exposure of these mysteries.

Truth is the best defence.

 

I skip around from theme to theme

Recording all I hear,

Seeking through cross reference

For patterns to appear.

 

Whilst preserving the entirety

Of sense I have discerned,

I am required to summarize

To present what I have learned.

 

Through poetry I sow my seed

But don’t have to declare it.

Side stepping doctrinal criticism,

By the way I choose to share it.

 

Twelve is a number that’s complete.

That’s what I’m aiming for.

I’ll push ’til the assignments done

And then I’ll write twelve more!

 

Poem by Danny Baxter © 2010 Xian Force Productions

First Thoughts!!

Just one night in a hospital

It taught so much to me

My values, frailty and focus

The things couldn’t see

 

Brought in by friends, but left alone

Just me without the love

I glanced around with no one there

Then looked to God above

 

I told Him I was alright

He showed me I was scarred

I wore the robe provided

Laid down, emotions bared

 

I drew back the long curtain

To hide my self away

But knew the Lord was waiting

For words I had to pray

 

“Dear God please help me through this…

It’s not about the pain

Just that I must go through it

All on my own again

Three times before with no one there

But wait that was a lie

I’d forget to count my Father God

Who reigns from up on high

In God's Hand

 

 

 

 

I rejoice in the hands of God,
Today, tomorrow and forever,
I hunt every enhance of God,
Powerful hands to support me,
Gentle hands to uphold me,
Peaceful hands to calm me,
Guiding hands to lead me,
Loving hands to win full,
Healing hands to strengthen me,

Saving hands to rescue me,
Redeeming hands to save me,
Graceful hands to accept me.
I rejoice in the hands of God,
Today, tomorrow and forever.
Amen!

Sonnet: Is There Not Joy?

 

Is there not joy in being man, woman?
Is there not joy inhabiting the earth?
Is there not joy in being an Indian?
Is there not joy in having still our breath?

Is there not joy in being born well formed?
Is there not joy with senses all intact?
Is there not joy with brain so well informed?
Is there not joy in living for truth/ fact?

Is there not joy believing in one God?
Is there not joy in fighting evils?
Is there not joy when Friend is but the Lord?
Is there not joy resisting all devils?

Is there not joy preparing for Heaven?
Is there not joy to say always, `Amen’?

Sorrow the teacher..

 

I walked a mile with Pleasure;

She chatted all the way;

But left me none the wiser

For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow,

And ne'er a word said she;

But,  oh! the things I learned from her,

When sorrow walked with me.

By Robert Hamilton

 

"We never truly comprehend the sorrow of others, so it is best to learn from them by just being there to listen. And hopefully view them from God's perspective:"

"What a Caterpiller calls the end. God calls a Butterfly!"

I. O Straughan

The Wrong Partner

 

You are always there for me
That I should know
You've  took me wherever
I wanted to go
You make me feel happy
You make me feel free
Did I neglect you
Was I too blind to see

We worked well together
I ignored all my friends
You were all that I needed
The begining the end.
Then I looked around
For what man calls love
Redirected my focus
From God up above

So now I am hurting
No one should be blamed
Please forgive me my Lord
For I feel so ashamed
You've always been there
But I still wanted more
Should have kneeled down and asked You
Of that I'm now sure

You have loved me forever
You see all that I do
And I'll never forget
I have life thanks to you
But though I mess up
You will always forgive
Through your tender mercies
I continue to live

I will stand by your word
Try to live by your grace
My weakness now showing
All over my face
To you I come begging
In whole not in part
Dear Father in Heaven
Please mend my sore heart

The Mirror

 

When I was born, nobody came into the world.
When I looked in the mirror, nobody looked back.
When I was 10, nobody played with me.
When I left at 15, nobody said goodbye.
When I came home hurt, nobody said hello.
When I looked in the mirror, nobody looked back.
When I was 23 I looked again I saw a woman and a man.
Who is she, that she can make nobody go away?
When I was 25 I looked again, they had a child I saw and nobody stayed away.
When I was 29 She was there again 2 children at her side, and nobody stayed away.
When I was 40 one child I saw, the other was far away.
When I was 50 only the man and woman I saw, with nobody far away.
When I was 56 only the woman I saw, alone in the sun.
With nobody at her side.
When I looked in the mirror, nobody looked back.
Now I have gone, nobody will say that I have ever been but the woman.
Nobody was there at the beginning.
Nobody was there at the end.
Nobody is her companion now.
Just as if I had never been.
Stupidity was the game I played
Sadness was my reward.
Nobody won all the games in my life.
And now….he’s won again.

I wrote this about a time in my life that was bad. But God is a great healer as I am here to testify.

It's Hard (Part II)

 

It's hard to be you
When they want you just like them.
It's hard to be you,
When they just want to condemn.
It's hard to be faithful,
When they just want you to sin.
It's hard to stay out,
When they want to drag you in.
It's hard to be happy,
When all around are sad.
It's hard to be like Jesus,
When all you do is fail.
It's hard to go on through this life,
Searching for the Holy Grail.
It's hard to walk the lonely miles,
Make it easy on yourself my friend,
Go on the road that Jesus trod.
Make it easy on yourself my friend.
And choose the path of God.