Church Bells

Church bells are now ringing; echo calls out loud. Sounding is the message, through Jesus, we are found.   Bestowed is such a lesson, through earth’s torn seams. Show kindness and humility, and know the Lord has seen.   Let turmoil know with faith, in Jesus, there is hope. Bended knee, say a prayer, and […]

Imagination

Raining purple skies, drop stars, red in bolt. Above rebellious rivers; where backwards fish revolt.   Valleys boast in tongue, as forests dress with pride. Soldiered is the march, of robins swooning by.   Spinning leafs do swirl, kissing violent gales. Riding on blue clouds; chasing wagging tails.   Nature sings as ruler; worms wear […]

The Slate

A moment to seek, subtle in reflect. Ponder no former; excuse all mistakes. Dwell not on lessons, hardship nor pain. Pardon misdeeds; let peace now remain. Forward, move feet, and look not behind. Be grounded no more; dawn rises, now fly. Forgive heavy heart, and soul shall be free. Unbounded are chains, exempt of misery. […]

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Wishing everyone here at WordPress a very Merry Christmas from ‘By The Left Hand’ 🎁😊 Thank you to everyone who has kindly liked and commented on all my work this year. It has been the most amazing experience sharing my poetry with you all and having the opportunity to read such wonderful, creative, inspiring and […]

Christmas Stars

Festive fever sparkles, shimmering in fine air. Pavements hum with life; dancing free of care.   Trees dressed in pride; decorative by each leaf. Glinting in white light; on eye, they shall please.   Goodwill oozing cheer; tidings to be sweet. Magic filling rooms; of Christmas it shall speak.   Presents are heartfelt; gave by […]

Platform Of No Stop

Platform of no stop; ticket states unknown. Station now is empty; cold and so alone. Former trains all gone; shadows are behind. Passengers in depart; acquaint one final time. Gusting winds howl, taunting edge is near. Only shall the journey, resume if sight grows clear. Vision of horizon; travels to bequest. Freedom by the whistle; […]

Afternoons in Winter

Precious are the hours, leading winters dusk. Billow does the scent; winds of tainted musk.   Disbelieving sky; shades form their palette. Tender subtle pinks, chased by grey inhabit.   Rattle does stray leaves; bare are bones of flesh. Ghostly in reminder, spring seen them fresh.   Clouds peep with sight, releasing rays of blue. […]