Does it ever feel like you have an enemy? There is an Entity,that fights to keep me back. Everything I seek to do,gets put on hold, with no control. Over and over I try; and again the effort dies. My bills are always on time,but my blessings never arrive. Who makes everything wait?Who calls around behindContinue reading “There is an Entity”
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Where Do Poems Come From?
Creative Thoughts by Chris Bunton I cannot speak for all poets. I can only speak for me. My poems come from inspiration. Or from Spirit. Or flows from within. It’s hard to tell. But it just comes. Sometimes I can turn on the spigot, but not totally control what comes out. Other times it leapsContinue reading “Where Do Poems Come From?”
Adam
By Chris Bunton Created perfect,From the dust of the Earth. Then, moved to the Garden,the Paradise of God. Created for a purpose,a call to tend and to keep. To garden, Paradise,To protect, the peaceful place of God. To walk with God,in the cool of the evening. Powers beyond us today,buried within us today. Total controlContinue reading “Adam”
Old Man Moe
A Limerick Poem by Chris Bunton Everyone called him Old Man Moe, living free like a Hobo. He once hopped a train, in the driving rain, but, slipped and lost his big toe. Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. Photo by the poet, a speeding train at night. FollowContinue reading “Old Man Moe”
The Cave of Spiders
Nature Poetry by Chris Bunton At The Mouth Of The Cave Of Spiders I Sit,Focusing On The Green Forest Before Me.The 8 Legged Symphony Strumming Their Webs,In Time, With The Flitting Birds, Chirping,An Ancient Holy Tune. Forever, I sit, comfortable and free.Looking At The Changing Forest Before Me.The Rains Came And Went, The Blazing SunContinue reading “The Cave of Spiders”
Rise
By Chris Bunton Time to rise and shine, my friend;there’s a long way till the end.Are you coming? I’ve seen you struggle to grow.It’s hard, but worth it, you know.You are amazing. Bio: Chris Bunton is a Writer, Poet and Blogger from Southern Illinois Photograph of the Illinois and Mississippi Rivers at Pere Marquette StateContinue reading “Rise”
Agony of the Heart
by Chris Bunton Agony of the heart,turns for our good.When giving ourselves to Him,trusting who we are. Nothing is true,about our pain.It lasts a moment,till winds blow it away. Nothing happens unknown;nothings new in this world.All is built on piles of past,and we shall fly by again. Eternity within us;our souls remain.Just a moment today;tomorrowContinue reading “Agony of the Heart”
The Monsters Come
By Chris Bunton Every morn, the monsters come.They come to attack my day.Every morn it’s the same,and every day, they strive away. The skeletons from closets scream,while vampires claw from crypts.They draw and draw until I am spent.Every day they come. The Monsters come. Ghosts of words unsaid,and desires of demons ripping.Wraiths of past thingsContinue reading “The Monsters Come”
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