Poet’s Café

Here is a page full of poems I love… May you get lost in the words as I did!

Gracefully Gifted

A good writing captures a little piece of the artist in every word. ~~ Every Writer ~~

My grandmother always drank her coffee like this! I thought it was because it was too hot.
Do you remember older generations drinking from their saucer? Then today I came across this poem that made me feel there was symbolism to the coffee ritual.

Drinking from My Saucer
by John Paul Moore

I’ve never made a fortune and it’s probably too late now.
But I don’t worry about that much, I’m happy anyhow.

And as I go along life’s way, I’m reaping better than I sowed.
I’m drinking from my saucer, ‘Cause my cup has overflowed.

I don’t have a lot of riches, and sometimes the going’s tough.
But I’ve got loved ones around me, and that makes me rich enough.

I thank God for his blessings, and the mercies He’s bestowed.
I’m drinking from my saucer, ’Cause my cup has overflowed.

I remember times when things went wrong, my faith wore somewhat thin.
But all at once the dark clouds broke, and the sun peeped through again.

So God, help me not to gripe about the tough rows that I’ve hoed.
I’m drinking from my saucer, ‘Cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage, when the way grows steep and rough.
I’ll not ask for other blessings, I’m already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy, to help others bear their loads.
Then I’ll keep drinking from my saucer, ‘Cause my cup has overflowed.

I laid awake all night last night wondering what happened to the world I once knew.

Nothing’s simple anymore. Everything seems complicated. No more morals and values anywhere. I know God warned us of such a time but it’s very surreal when it’s right in front of you.

My husband and I trying to duck and weave the attacks from the world, while holding our children’s heads above water, so they aren’t decapitated by the storm!

My children’s choices and desires for their lives ebbing and flowing, lost in the never ending battle of fitting in or being alone. Knowing that being straight is now painful and boring to the world and being gay is celebrated and cool.

My husband and I continuing to teach them to always love, always be kind and stand up for ANYONE in need.

All the while, demons smile echoing the worlds chants of, “Gods not real and if he is, he is as good as dead!”

God the creator of pain, the symphony of sorrow. Framed by all of Satans handiwork all throughout the world!

Gods believers seeing all of the lies, knowing this is the largest frame job ever recorded in history!

The Lord reminding me daily, to batten down the hatches and pray like we’ve never prayed before over our children, grand children and ourselves.

God strengthening his army just like he did when the Israelites went to battle again and again with the Philistines.

Satan screaming lies! God speaking truth.

With Sodom directly in front of my eyes, would God allow me to look back at the loss of creation once again?! Would he allow any of us?! If I turned around and looked at the chaos would I too be turned into a pillar of salt falling to ashes all over the ground?!

If you love God and stand firm on his Word you are hated! But we all knew that would happen.

God kept his promise to never flood the earth again but sometimes I wonder if he just wants to blow it up?!

I wonder how to maneuver my way around a world where everything goes and nothing is sacred. Morals and values are evil and desecration of souls are welcomed!

Marriage is no longer sacred. Homes are filled with screens, instead of conversation and comforting meals together at the table. People already always fighting and hating! Kids are lost and hurting. Good is now bad and bad is now good.

Men now women and women now men, happening in droves. Yet deeply loving the insanely beautiful people they are. Knowing that if my child needed support for any of it I would support them and anyone else’s child.

Angry with God that it even has to be thing but also knowing God is merciful, just and deeply loving. Knowing in my heart his Word and his plan for creation is nothing but good.

Unsure if it’s okay to call anyone a he or a she as not to offend. Trying to understand the 100’s of pronouns that leave your head spinning.

Idols are in every home all over the world. Anxiety and depression is killing people more than any other time in history.

The rainbow is being desecrated in one way, yet a complete recompense of the love he has for all.

All the while knowing that I do not sit on a throne and no other Christian has a right to slam the gavel and dam anyones beautiful or broken heart to hell.

Feeling so much love for the lost, but finding myself mixed in the loss of insanity.

Christians always remember this, when the arrows fly, stand in front of the person they were meant for. Nothing else speaks of greater love than giving up oneself for someone who you feel doesn’t deserve it!

Lets love. Lets not condemn. Lets speak our truth but hear someone else’s truth. Lets meet people where they’re are at just like Jesus did all throughout history. It’s Gods job to judge, the Holy Spirits to convict and our job to love.

~Joannie Rosevear~

Graceful Writing Highlight

Sometimes we love
And our hearts are broken

We dream
And our hopes are shattered

We wish
And our desires are unfulfilled

We give freely
And are left empty-handed

And we care for others
And aren’t loved in return
And those who we once most admired and valued
Do not reciprocate our affection.

Sometimes we undergo a process of loss and heartbreak
And are left feeling broken
And lacking hope
As we fail to realise
That we are not destined to remain stuck in this cycle indefinitely
And that in life
What lets go of you
Leads you home

What rejects you
Empowers you to embrace yourself fully
And that someone’s lack of love for you
Is ultimately a reflection of them rather than you.

And we feel most hurt
Not when we are rejected
But when we reject ourselves
We feel most sad
Not when others upset us

But when we seek happiness in sources that are unable to provide it and are left feeling let down
And we feel most alone
When we are strangers to ourselves

And so in order to find peace in our surroundings
We must first find peace within
In order to find joy outside of us
We must first experience joy internally
In order to feel fully accepted

We must first learn to fully accept ourselves
And that
Not every race is worth running
Not every battle is worth fighting

Not every adventure is worth embarking upon
And not every relationship is worth pursuing
And rejection is simply redirection

Allowing us to become more in touch with ourselves
And more awakened to our own self-acceptance and self-love.~

~Tahlia Hunter

Unsung Talent

“My name is Gossip.
I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing.
I break hearts and ruin lives.
I am cunning, malicious and gather strength with age.

The more I am quoted, the more I am believed.
I flourish at every level of society.
My victims are helpless.
They cannot protect themselves against me because I have no name and no face.
To track me down is impossible.
The harder you try, the more elusive I become.

I am nobody’s friend.
Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.
I topple governments and wreck marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartaches and indigestion.
I spawn suspicion and generate grief.
I tore families apart and
I make innocent people cry in their pillows.

Even my name hisses.
I make headlines and headaches.
I am called Gossip.

You know the famous phrase we all have heard. “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”? In our hearts, we know this is not true, even though it may be a useful attitude to take when insulted by others.

Words do tremendous damage. So unless you’ve been a victim of violent crime or of a major illness or something else catastrophic, your deepest pains have probably come from hurtful words..

Gossip is a six-letter word that produces emotions of excitement, pain or guilt, depending on if you are the gossiper, or if you are the one being gossiped about.

So how do we use this power of words with others?
Do our words lift and inspire, or do they destroy?
T –Is it True?
H –Is it Helpful?
I –Is it Inspiring?
N –Is it Necessary?
K –Is it Kind?

Finally, remember the little saying that tells us what kind of minds we have: Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.”

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