My Poems

A New Path

A touch, a warmth from God's own glow. 
An embrace from His arms he again 
bestows. 
A new path for us He does show. 
Leading and guiding us, as He goes. 
Patiently He awaits us; for our 
walk and balance are all too slow. 
Trying to get us straight, despite 
the detours that we make. 
Oh, when will we open our eyes and 
see, exactly what He wants us 
to be? 
God loves and cares for us and He 
wants us all to see, 
the path of good He's made for 
you and me. 
Reaching out to us again, come 
on, this time, let's take a 
firm stand.

Do hold tightly to the Master's hand.
Easy does it, don't let go.
For you will soon understand the
path He does show.
I can almost hear the angels with
their pep; coaxing us gently to
take another new step.
Isn't it neat to be able to see;
we have God and the angels
rooting for you and me.
We may fall a time or two and
maybe even three.
But stay on that path Jesus will
always be right there with you and me.
He won't give up so why should you?
For GOD from us, it is all due.
Now it's time to tell our story;
for our new paths, let's give
GOD all the Glory.

All is just Temporary

God sees this and He judges well.

His judgement is right as darkness

is filled with light.

Seeing the hurt, seeing the pain,

In time what has been lost will be

a bigger gain.

You must not worry and it's ok to cry,

just as long as you remember that the

devil is completely full of lies.

So, in Jesus keep the faith.

Despite what's going on around you.

With Jesus you are always safe.

Don't let your problems get you down.

Remember all this is just temporary.

Jesus will soon come get you when the

trumpet does sound.

Almost Perfect

She seems almost perfect in every way.

Oh her strength and how she stays.

She serves the Lord faithfully every day.

Working hard countless times without any pay. 

She has sacrificed her every thing putting Him first.  

Faithfully she prays to keep sin away.

GOD trained her fingers to war and her hands to fight.

He stands with her as she sees all sight. 

He is her strength;of the Living Waters He continually gives

her to drink. 

Wise,honest,loyal to GOD she stays, even during the toughest

of her days.  She is the woman of Proverbs 31, I'd say.  

Because I have never seen anyone as faithful in all

my days.  

Astounded I am and amazed to know there is one who with the LORD

she chooses faithfully to stay. 

She seems almost perfect in every way. 

Ants

Ants are crawling everywhere, everywhere I see.

They are on the walls, on my counters, on my shelves.

On the floor they crawl fast and furious and then on to my feet.

They crawl onto my bed with me.

I see them in the car.

I have no job to buy aid to rid me of these.

I am frustrated and cry because everywhere I walk in this house

Those ants are on me.

I go outside I find them on the porch I thought surely they would, in the heat, to their death scorch

But I am having to find my resolve out in the yard, sitting at the metal picnic table to keep these ants that are everywhere away from me.

Oh how I dread and dislike ants they have tried to steal my peace.

What can I do to get rid of these?

Pesky things that seem to want to be all around me.

Oh ants die and go away, never ever come back any other day.

You are useless to me and destructive in all ways.

Go go far from me you pesky little stinger. 

Why on my property do you linger?

Please find someone else to bother, someone else to bit for you are not welcomed in my life.

Go, go far from me you pesky little stingers.

My feet don’t like you and you’ve caused whelps on my dogs’ ankles.

Go, be gone!  Go far from me.

Die you ants and in peace let me be.

July 5, 2015

DONE

I have had enough of all your stuff.

The only kind of word to say is only one, and that is,

Done.

It means I’ve reached my limit and of your stuff.

I won’t take another minute.

This was the last one.

I am completely done.

Throwing in the towel, no I’m not.

Nor am I giving up.

I’m simply removing myself away from your kind of stuff.

I have to say I have had enough.

You can say all you choose for I really don’t care.

It’s time for me to make a move, to see my loved one hurt unrightly.

This I can no longer bear.

Talk and gossip all you want.

You alone it will haunt.

With your kind of stuff I’ve certainly had more than enough.

Leave my pastors, family and friends completely alone.

For they have enough troubles of their own.

I deploy, deeply love them all. And for them I will stand bold and tall. 

If you can’t say nothing nice don’t say nothing at all.

I love you too but, you’re not really being true.

It hurts my heart to see through you. 

When you decide to back my pastors then we can all once again, together

Have those days of lots of laughter.

Until then I seriously mean, I’ve had enough of all your stuff.

The words from me to you will only be one,

Done.

Evil and Wicked

Days of violence some had seen

Some were victims of the bitter and mean.

Insane cries of laughter

Heartbroken moans

Evil that seems to be here forever after

The scream of evil, “what does it matter?”

The innocent try to run and hide

Only to find more evil nearing their side.

What do they do?  Where can they go?

It seems like a bad dream in where the motion is slow.

Torturings, beatings, all because none would conform to those evil ways.

A pray of the innocent for faster and shorter days.

1001 days and more is too long to be in such torturous and what seems unending pain.

The evil think in their minds, “We have victory!” But they do not see at the end of days.

They only want to relish in their wicked ways, that is, to hurt the innocent, kill the defenseless but, to the rest of the world this is truly senseless.

Turn the tide, let evil men die and into the pit let them slide.

Stop the hurt, stop the pain, stop the ones who are to blame.

July 5, 2015         8:08 p.m.

Fifty Eight Thousand Dollar Sin

By Yvonne Adele Dodd

As the pressure is on

all my thoughts are gone.

With struggles to win

the fifty eight thousand

dollar sin.

I sometimes wonder what people

do with so much plunder.

Do they waste it by thinking

they will be able to taste it?

Do they flash it around for other's

to see while they are playing

make believe?

Or do they seek out those

who are in need?

I wonder what I would do with so

much.

Would I be selfish with such?

Would I give and share? Should I

dare?

I don't know if I would even care.

For Her

Giving it all she had

The enemy was still making her sad.

We saw what was happening and we became indignantly mad.

The enemy thought it was her he had.

But Jesus stepped in and boy, were we glad.

No one knew whether or not to pursue; I guess, because we weren’t sure of what to do.

Things like this, with her, we couldn’t just insist.

Binding and loosing, praying and weeping;

By the power of God, she came out of it bouncing and leaping.

So while prayers for her were sowing,

The Victory is what we ended up reaping.

April 23, 2004 5:34p.m.

I wrote this about a young woman, she was probably, in her late 20’s at the time.  She had been through enough already and then there was another hurdle for her that liked to have knocked her off balance.  No one knew what to say or do, except of course, pray for her.  The entire church body at that church was literally praying for her.  God turned it all around for her victory and for that I give the Lord all the praise and glory.

I Let It Go

I will walk in love and forgiveness

towards you the rest of the days of my life.

There will be no more strife.

I let it go. I forgive you,

I love you, and I let this malice go.

The anger I hold towards you, I let it go,

for there is nothing I can do

but pray for you, and, in the name of Jesus,

pray for you is what I will do.

In my heart, you still are my friend.

Together, let's hold Jesus' hand.

With Jesus in the middle,

we will make it to the end.

Together is a must.

Each other in Jesus, we can trust.

Love in my heart

is what I want to reap and sow.

So, for the old things that kept us apart,

in Jesus' name, I let it go.

This poem came about as some personal events in my life.  I will not go into detail but I will say this it like to have tore up my marriage. But God intervened and fixed it.  

Poem For You

Some poems may be short.

Some poems may be sweet.

But if God gives one for you,

please, consider that pretty neat.

You may laugh at these poem or

you may be sad.

Sometimes it could be God's rod

and staff.

Some may make sense,

others may make you tense.

But each poem I get you can surely bet

your bottom dollar, if for you, it

was definitely meant.

I had a friend long ago tell me, "You never right me any poems", her words took me by surprise and left me speechless and a little angry but maybe she was hurt that I never wrote one for her or about her.  So, I wrote one and during our time of tea, I gave it to her. Probably not what she expected but this is what came about. I tried to explain to her that my poetry was a gift from God and when he gives me the words I start to write. But I have learned over time that sometimes God just allows my emotions to flow and through my emotions a poem is created.  It is truly a gift from God. We laughed it off and she was happy with her little poem.  All is well that ends well. Right?  

Reasons to Believe

God, He gave us life.

An amount of time.

Do you know the end of your line?

For His own reasons;

He gave us a numbered amount of seasons.

He gave us life, a destiny and a purpose.

To serve,to walk,and to live in His light.

So that others may have sight.

To lead a foe and win that soul.

You may die young or you may die old.

How will your story be told?

When we die, at whatever age;

remember this,

only by the Potter's hands

you were crafted in detail

and wonderfully made.

I believe these are good enough,

reasons to believe.

Rose that was Red

He gave a rose that was red but,

he didn't tell of the thorns it lead.

He planned to be short and neat; as

he lead me in a hurtful fleet.

The relationship came to a haulting

screech. He said someone else I

would soon meet.

Off He went to his own little world

and left me with mine in a painful

whirl.

It's been 22 years but I still vividly

remember.

I wonder if he's alive or dead.

It all started when He gave me a

rose that was red.

It's been oh my goodness alot more than 22 years now.  I vividly remember, I was in 9th grade when I first created this poem and my best male friend, I considered him my best friend for being a guy, read it, was sympathic towards me and told me it was a good poem. So I turned it in for a grade and Florencio, was right.  I got an A on that. What are besties for any way? Even if he is a male. The guy that I was head over hills in love with hurt me hard.  I never quit got over that.  When you find love, keep it.  And if it leaves you, it was for an experience to help you.  

She

She doesn't murmur

She doesn't complain

even when there's alot of pain.

She holds her tongue

She guards her heart

because she knows this is

wise and smart.

She stays on her knees.

Jesus is who she's out to please.

Daily hard at work, planting seeds.

Jesus will fulfill her every need.

Great rewards await her and she

will joyfully receive.

I wrote this poem for a pastor’s wife.  When I handed it to her one day she told me. “Nobody does this for me.  Nobody.  You are the only one who has encouraged me like this.  Thank you.”  I am glad that the Lord used me as an instrument of encouragement to her. 

Today Is My Birthday

Today is my birthday.
A bit of sadness I'd have to say.
Money unwisely spent and off to
repay the Pastor it was sent.
Brothers and son came bearing gifts.
They did give me a happy lift.
Tears of joy and tears of gladness;
As I received the flowers and read
the card,
Off and away went all my
sadness.
My heart wasn't really hard. 
It was just a little let down.
As I slipped into my nights gown,
fluffed my pillow that's feathered
down.
And I remember that today,
is my birthday.

Trust Me Too

Do talk, do whisper, but don’t cry out loud.

You may wake others, don’t make a sound.

If you are scared, just ask me to come to you.

All you have to do is trust me too.

You may not see me, but you will feel my presence.

For I am always with you, all you have to do is trust me too.

I hear your thoughts, you ask, “Why did you let this happen?”

It wasn’t my choice to allow this to happen,

it is there to help you learn to let go so that you could see me help you get through.

I’m not come to erase all your problems I’m here to make you stronger.

If you will, in this trust me too.

There is a plan I have for you but first there are many things you have to go through.

These things are to help you with your faith, to build it, grow it, and become stronger.

Whatever the enemy puts in your way, just trust me to lead you out of that miry clay.

I am preparing you to be a part of my coming army.  So, I ask you to trust me too.

Be careful with whom you choose to seek counsel.

Many may mean well but their counsel is dangerous, they know not what they say,

seek me, ask me, wait on my answer in this I ask you to trust me too.

In everything you do,

Trust me too.

July 5, 2015

Your Kind of Love and Forgiveness Never Restores

Oh, You say you forgive but you can’t forget

What you mean is, as long as I’m alive and around you won’t forgive and you refuse to forget.

You say you forgive but what you truly mean is,

I will forgive you on my terms and make you pay.

That’s is how you choose to be; that is your way.

I am going to forgive you, forget what you do, and love you through.

I don’t care to me, what you do.

Because I will do my best to show love towards you.

I know forgiveness is what the Lord wants from me.

You will always have my complete forgiveness and love, in this, I hope you see.

I did what I was supposed to do, I forgave you.  I love you.  That will not change.

In the past I tried to make amends, tried to restore..

But all you did was shoot me down and ignore.

It is okay, I see.  I understand. I’m good with that, I will take the stand.

I will stand for Christ and continue to love you, forgive you and forget your anger and bitterness towards me.

If you do not want me talking to you, I won’t.  If you do not want me coming around you, I won’t.

Here is what I will do, I will pray for you and love you because that is the right thing for me before my God to do.

When I get to Heaven I know you will be a different person as well as I too.

You can try to take away my happiness and joy but to me God the Father will restore.

Continue on as you are and I will continue to walk the path that for me God has in store.

It is okay, if you won’t forgive me, because I know that my Father in Heaven has forgiven me.

His forgiveness and His love is all my life will ever need.

I won’t need your kind of forgiveness that never forgets, or your kind of love that doesn’t try to mend and restore.

Because I know the one who is my Savior and Lord.

July 5, 2015 

This poem was a long time coming. Years. 

The Call

The Lord has put it in my heart

For His Kingdom to do my part.

It doesn't matter who, or what

I am. As long as I am doing what HE

has in HIS plan.

I encourage you in the LORD, in HIS

house to give a hand.

No help is too big or small.

HE expects this from us all.

Sitting and watching, waiting and

wondering, isn't how we need to be

answering our call.

Everyone must pitch. And it doesn't

matter who you are or where you've been.

Whether you're little, big, short, or

tall. Jesus requires this help from us

all.

As Christians serving the LORD, it is

OUR DUTY and OUR CALL.