November Poems

The Path I Walk
by Feon Davis

Staring, glaring at the glory of this path
Bestoweth upon me the path I walk
It is his glory that has given me such an task
The path I walk is pure,
Yet made stable by God's hands
Staring in spirit there is reflection
An glare of his Holy Spirit waiting at the end
Smiling I look with renewal in Spirit
The path I walk is not even median way
Nor is it done
The path before me is an road of salvation
And an test of my faith
Unlike anyone he directs the path I walk.

Feon Davis (http://www.inthearmsofgod.com/) is an inspiring writer and resident of Morehead City, North Carolina. She loves writing compassionate poems, rather Christian, inspirational. She started writing when she was nine years old. Miss Davis has published poems online for all to read along with a series of books, and gift items available for purchase at her site.

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World Peace
by Timothy J. Stewart

World Peace, where did you run and hide
When you escaped from Pandorra’s Box?
Millions have tried to find you with no success.
Where are you World Peace?
The game is over - come home.
You keep peeking at us,
Teasing us. Testing us.
Please come home.
Enough have died.
Enough have suffered.
Enough have won and lost.
Where are you.?
What will it take to bring you out of hiding?
Will it take another mother losing a another child?
Tell us. We will do it. We need you.
You hold the answer to the future of our children.
We have tried violence.
We have tried compromise.
We have tried sanctions.
We know you can hear us.
What will it take to bring you home, World Peace?
The silence was deafening.
Then, from a distance, the answer came,
“I am here.
I am trapped within the hearts and minds
Of every mother. Of every mother’s child.
I have tried to come home,
But the locks of hate and pride and jealously have held me.
When ALL hearts and minds open up to one another,
Accept one another,
Praise one another.
Forgive one another.
Love one another.
Then and only then,
Will I be free.
It must start with you.
Do it for the children.
Do it for their mothers.
Do it for World Peace.
You, hold the key.”


Timothy Stewart is the author of a novel being published by Nightengale Press Positive Force—a book that offers teenagers a positive alternative to gang involvement. http://www.reachforyoredreams.com/.

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Take My Hand

There’s a place where teardrops go
To lose their memories,
In a land where pain and sorrow can’t survive.
Every heartache knows the way
To pray on bended knees
Til the passion of forgiveness can arrive.

I have felt the winds of chance
Flowing over us
Taking all control of fate from our command.
But I know it’s not too late
If you believe in you and me.
We can make it if you’ll only take my hand.

There are words we can’t take back even
If we wanted to.
There are things that we have done
We can’t undo.
But a future without us is unacceptable.
My life would have no meaning without you.

There’s a place where we can go
To bring back happiness,
Holding all the hope two people can demand.
We can’t find our way alone.
That’s impossible.
We can make it if you’ll only take my hand.

Dennis Martin began writing plays and submitting them to the local playwright’s festival at age 40 years. He has written 13 plays –several of which have been presented as staged readings in the Baltimore Playwright’s Festival. Dennis has written 800 poems and self-published a book of poems titled “Love and Passions” available at http://www.iuniverse.com/ and online bookstores as well as 6 poetry collections and 3 novels available at www.lulu.com/dsmartin. Read more about Dennis at http://www.iwritesome.com/ or blog with him at http://iwritesome.blogspot.com/ .


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Wind Beneath My Wings
His ministers a flaming fire (Psalm 104:4b)

You are the wind beneath my wings
Your breath causes me to soar to depths unknown
Depths yet to be explored and consumed
Your breath lifts me to the heights of Heaven through the blueness of the sky
Your breath transports me from the realm of that which is seen into the corridors of the unseen.
When life’s conflicts and consumption weigh heavily upon my soul and my wings no longer bear the strength to soar-Your breath carry me upon the shores of comfort and love and time cease to unwind
I am in a place of absolute calmness and stillness where the raging tossed storm of life cease to roar.
Your breath blows gently beneath my wings, I am assured of your awesome power and presence.
Your wind, your breath catapults me through the hallway of time beyond the clear blue sky-
Beyond the distant shore of space and time.
Suddenly I stand in the presence of the Almighty and lo my wings are now flaming fires of loveliness transformed by the breath of the Almighty God.
You are the Wind Beneath My Wings

Carla Streeter, songwriter and author has currently written her first book of poetry and exhortations titled DIVINE INSPIRATIONS FROM THE HEART OF GOD (awaiting future publishing) You may view excerpts of her poetry and leave comments on her blog at http://www.myspace.com/carladivineinspirations.