Poets Pen: Standing Still

When the time comes

And it will

You will find me

Standing still

In silence to kneel and pray

For the Lord to guide my way

And in my weakest moments

My strength in prayer will be

towards the light, I cannot see

And when the time comes

In faith, I know it will

You will find me

Standing still

Giving thanks to Him

The one who guides my way

And makes me new upon each day

To Him alone the thanks I will bring

not to the walls that call itself a name

or the man who sows the seeds of fame

And when the time comes

In Him alone, I know it will

You will find me there

Standing Still

©JR Robberts 2017

Poets Pen: Silent

There are words I dare not speak

and some I will forever keep

Because to tell you how I feel

would mean my fate in flames to seal.

Dirty hands and dirty feet

your thoughts are yours to keep

nothing to explain and not much left to say

but to tell you to walk away

Leave the buried bones where they are

and do not wander your thoughts so far

because here with me you have a home

to live knowing you are not alone.

Within the sand you may find

the secrets you try so hard to hide

along with the words I dare not say or speak

as a reminder of where true evil reeks.

©JR Robberts 2017

 

Poets Pen: The Edge

On, the edge I stand

looking down

towards a lover’s hand.

On the edge I am

standing tall

to, the door I must not slam.

On the edge I see

looking down

your eyes staring back at me.

On, the edge I fall

looking back

to the past now left behind.

On, the edge I am no more

looking forward

to the love now burning in my core.

On the edge

so it may have been

but sometimes one must jump

to witness that which can not be seen.

In love felt

and stored within the heart

such is the story and that is the start…

© JR Robberts 2017

Poets Pen: Eyes of the Snake

On deaf ears, your presence falls

Blinded by the chaos

Confined to the madness of these walls

On sand you slither as on hands and knees I crawl

Confused by your beauty

And the horrors of your charm

On unfertile ground, we meet eye to eye

locked in a deathly stare

You have a wicked smile

And eyes of gold that hypnotize

Rising like the sun you do

Ready to strike

To deal the final blow

Thing is snake so wild

 You that hide in the plainest of sight

Blinded I am no more

And scared of you I have never been

Thing is snake so wild

With your eyes of gold that hypnotize

Did you not know

Things that hide 

Are often the easiest to find

So strike if you must

Be sure to do it hard

Because the next time we meet

It will be you lying beneath my feet.