Touches of Heaven

Telephone calls from old friends – Smiling faces on both ends

Oh yes, the memories were great – A kiss on my very first date

Umbrella in a storm to dread – In a stranger’s hand over my head

Choir of angels, Christmas day – Chicken soup, no need to pay

Hands to lift when you are down – Hot cocoa, love all around

Expect nothing in return – Love’s not something that you earn

Sleepy heads on overtime – Here’s a blanket for the meantime

 

Out of the darkness, into the light – Soup for an orphan, a kiss goodnight

Frozen grapes in the summer heat – Food when you don’t deserve to eat

 

Hyacinths and marigolds – Bless those lovely hearts of gold

Everywhere they walk, they go – Each one an unsung hero

A gift with no strings attached – God’s grace can’t be outmatched

Very precious, priceless indeed – When we help each other in need

Encourage someone, do a good deed – Spread the love, plant the seed

New springs bloom for a tomorrow – For a time with much less sorrow

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“Touches of Heaven” was the winning poem for week 5 round (acrostic poem) of the 3rd Annual Biggest Conpetition Ever — 2018.

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This poem was submitted as an entry in the Week 4 (13-word poetry) round of the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever – 2018 organized by the PoetsPub. So please check it out if you will. Also, if you have any thoughts about this or about what you’d like to see next, please leave me a comment. Thank you all for coming and have a nice day. 🙂

Marooned

I am made of gibberish

Gibberish cells

Gibberish tissues

Gibberish particles

Gibberish ideas

Gibberish tastes;

It began with me breathing in gibberish,

The way one drinks in reality –

Hesitantly, hesitantly,

Inevitably.

Now I have been named gibberish names

Clothed in gibberish drapes

I speak a gibberish tongue

Draw gibberish on my palms.

See they say to leave you gotta get lost

So I got lost in gibberish the way one gets lost in reality –

Willingly, willingly,

Inevitably.

Marooned in a world of symmetry,

Of rhyme and parabolas, of directions and rulers

Gibberish became my raft to reach nowhere land –

Which does not exist but exists in its non-existence

The way gibberish exists in my existence,

(Seeping through all the pores of my being)

But somehow the world says is non-existent.

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Credits: ‘Marooned by glassEyed is an entry for the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever – 2018  © glassEyed 2018. All Rights Reserved. Published on www.hauntingangel.com with glassEyed’s blessing and permission. | “Gibberish” is a derivative work made of images under CC0 Public domain. They are free for commercial use with no attribution required.