DREAM MAKING: A poem

DREAM MAKING


From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

ENCOURAGING DEATH: A Poem

Standing and unmoved
I didn’t allow the stench of Death
To affect me

Standing and unmoved
I didn’t let the screams of Death
overtake me

Beside his bed
I held his hands
Hands that were unfamiliar
And prayed for Death
Who to me
Was a liar and a killer

Waiting and unmoved
I wondered if Goodness and Mercy
Had gone on and left me
Praying and unmoved
Death then whispered something to me

Death dying, Death shaking
Death speaking
Saying, “Help me!”

Holding his hand
(So unfamiliar)
I stood by Death
Who to me
Was a liar and a killer

With Death dying, Death crying
I spoke, saying
“I really should be going
I’m not supposed to be here
I turned my eyes for just one second
And now I’m lost
I really should be leaving.”

Then Death spoke
Coughing, wheezing
begging, “Please stay
And comfort me awhile
It helps me just to see your smile
Don’t worry
I can’t hurt you now my sweet
I know my fate
It’s death that waits for me.”

Now seated beside him
I didn’t allow the stench
Of Death to affect me
Sitting unmoved
I wondered if Goodness and Mercy
Would still be waiting

Squeezing his hand
(So familiar)
I encouraged Death
Who used to be a liar and a killer

“OK, I’ll stay
For a little while, anyway.”
And I stayed
Comforting Death
Unmoved by his affliction

Then for a second
I closed my eyes
And found me in a new position
On Death’s bed!
I was shaking, I was crying, dying
Moved from my foundation

I couldn’t speak
But Death spoke
Grinning, Saying
“Thank you.”
And that was all.
He then strode out the door
Hand in pocket
Down the hall.
And left me,
With hands unfamiliar
Screaming at Death
Who to me
Was a liar and a killer.


From the book Grow Freedom

IF YOUR DREAMS ARE VAGUE: A Poem

IF YOUR DREAMS ARE VAGUE

if your dreams are vague

then your purpose is vague

then your focus is vague

then your future

if your future is vague

then your passion is vague

then your asking is vague

then your giving

if your giving is vague

then your need is vague

then your hope is vague

then your prayers

if your prayers are vague

then your answers are vague

then your faith is vague

then your God 

From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE 

A Love Story: A Poem

A LOVE STORY

the sky is falling between us

the ground breaks its heart beneath

and yet there is Peace within our reach

we haven’t seen the moon in days

or sat with the sun for months 

and still, there is a Peace that runs deep

between us, our hearts beat a cord

remember, we are tethered beneath the skin

together, underneath the incense of prayers

we are skipping above still waters

soaring beneath red seas

our lungs full of scarlet sun

our hearts a full moon 

what is this cord that binds us?

it could be Love

it must be Love 

what else could it be?


From the book The Truth About Love

I Am Many Arrows

carving day again, my love
time to take on
shapes of arrows
become separate from trees

once again be
married to string
and bent to bow
grabbed by the middle
pulled back and
shot across
land and sea

i will do it again and again
but i may never
reach your heart
again

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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

All poems are copyrighted by Marquida Roberts.
To be reprinted only by permission of the author.

WHEN TOGETHER

You are the giver and the taker

the chaos and the rest

the filler inside this thinning void

the praise inside my breath

who is who when seen together

we’re a match conceived in heaven

beyond beginnings without borders

who can separate these waters

when together there are no seasons

when apart there is no rest

there’s just You, the Patient Potter

and then there’s me, your faithful mess

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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

All poems are copyrighted by Marquida Roberts.
To be reprinted only by permission of the author.