An Acrostic About Our Furry Friends Nine lives are bestowed upon a cat to live, In this world full of danger we travel through. None may escape the final time appointed to them, Even the cat has it’s last moment to breathe. Living a life of adventure, demands some extra chances, It’s the curious cat,Continue reading “Nine Lives”
Tag Archives: Poetry
In The Park
Haiku Sonnet By Chris Bunton Sitting in the park,On a dreary autumn day.Watching the leaves fall. Squirrels gathering nuts.Working to survive winter.They know what they need. But what about me?What real purpose do I have?All of nature knows. They all know their place.Do they question their purpose?Do birds wonder why? Humans are corrupt in ourContinue reading “In The Park”
Respect For Liberty
Rispetto Poem by Chris Bunton Liberty is a woman, hard to be held. To the fearful, timid man, her flesh seems cold. It’s hard for them to live, where no rules are spelled. Her body yearns, for the just, faithful and bold. Killing her, they betray family and friends. Marching shamefully with today’s fleeting trends.Continue reading “Respect For Liberty”
To My Girls
Destroyed Family Poem by Chris Bunton Where have you been, little ones?Stolen away so long ago. An aching heart and lonely life for an evil man today,searching the horizon and begging God for signs of your return. Will they ever come? Should I go to them? What will our future be?What did you do today?Continue reading “To My Girls”
Scary Things
That scary thing won’t happen.Reject it; stand against it.Get in its face, like a boss.Break its nose; then laugh at its blood. Has the worst thing come to pass?How many times in your life?That anxiety demon;kills us a thousand times, before death. I will pray about it now.I will believe I am safe.I will trustContinue reading “Scary Things”
Rocking Chair
Poem by Chris Bunton I sit in my rockin chairand think of things far and near. Things like the weather,and whether I want soup or salad for dinner. I listen to the birds sing,and think things, that make me dream. I watch butterflies float,And hear the bullfrog gloat. Creak CreakCreak Creaksays the squeak, of thatContinue reading “Rocking Chair”
Called To Forgive
Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton I am called to forgive.But, I really don’t want to.I hate what they’ve done to me.I want them to pay, like I’ve paid. “Forgive to be forgiven”I want to and I try tobut it never seems to end.Have they forgiven me? Pride demands Justice.The demon whispers “Revenge”.Fear barks, “They’ll doContinue reading “Called To Forgive”
Terrible Dad
Fatherhood Poem by Chris Bunton I’m a terrible dad,at least that’s what they said. Too many failures,too many faults,that’s what the cackling hens, said. Not rich enough.Not sober enough.Not broken enough.Not obedient enough.That’s what society said. Too fast.Too free.Too sinful.to be; a dad.That’s what God seems to have said. It doesn’t matter what I said.Continue reading “Terrible Dad”
No Home
Couplet Poem by Chris Bunton Man with no home, where are you at?I brought food to where you once sat. “Here I Am!” A voice spoke free and bold,“By this old bin, dead from the cold” I was shocked to find him there,his corpse lie froze, with a death stare. At first, I wept atContinue reading “No Home”
Breathing Sea
Rhyme Poem by Chris Bunton The sea roars as it breathesin and out, to rise, in the tides,along the shores of all the seasas one, moving where the moon guides. Waters lapping the isles tiny beach,gently touching her from beneath,seeking the mountain out of reach,among rocks like jagged teeth. On the water little rafts float,aboveContinue reading “Breathing Sea”
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