"A Call to Request"

I call to attention!

Anyone who replies,

Shall have they're choice of a topic,

That my rhyme implies.

Do you like this?

Then give me your pick!

Send me a theme of whatever you want,

I'll write you prose or limerick.

A thanks to the few,

Who read my posts.

For a personal poem written for you,

Tell me what you want most.

I will be glad,

To write one for you!

I'll compose another verse,

'Cause that's what I do.

"Beauty Eclipsed"

Comfort is not an attribute among the list of those,

That describe an experience of brokenness.

Splintering dreams and shattering hearts,

Are rarely uplifting in prose.

Instances of illness, of trampled, and of weak,

Are they shared in glorious triumph?

Unattended parades, deserted celebrations,

Swipe away hope from the meek.

There is hope to be found, however,

Amidst the silenced cries of suppression.

For joy can be given in any depression,

That some may see through tear-glazed eyes.

Yea, there is something rare, inside a state of helplessness,

Much sweeter than any peace.

A chance to live, survive at least.

There is beauty within the brokenness.

"Olivia's Mirror"

Such a ornery place to be,

When faced with self-procured adversity,

To doubt accumulative worth and ignore complimentation.

So to stay with the crowd, most choose to be unnoticed.

Such a doubtful place to stay,

Under the shadows of lies woven day to day.

Negligent murmurs of advice and belief.

To remain unseen is to lie in comfort.

Such a belittling place to wilt,

Rooted in hopes of futures she built.

One day will change, and with it, image.

That a reflection resembles commands from the unbelieving.

Such a dismal place to crumble,

The fallacy clothed in robes of the humble,

But still she treads toward the castle of lies

Assuring herself of what she fears most.

"For Lauren"

The heist of sadness comes in a single act,

From one who is, but isn't always.

A hand in the dark.

True.

Love.

The purest in form,

Unmatched in beauty of countenance.

A furtherance of loyalty, a never neglected pact.

Although apart in physical presence: a body away from mind,

Never to leave a distance unshortened.

Though space may interfere,

None triumph.

In time,

When a greeting sounds,

Embrace surrounded with silent breaths,

With whispered affection all previous paths are left behind.