HE CALLED ME HER (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

Her name flew from his mouth and dangled in the air

She lives in his heart and will always be there

Her name was inches from his lips

The same ones I just kissed

And I’d be fooling myself

If I said he wouldn’t be missed

I looked in his face

And I could see this was no cold case

‘Cause he still loved her

My emotions will have me twisted somewhere beyond belief

And have me so out of touch I’ll be hard to reach

Her name

Her name drifted past my cheek

And stood its position for weeks

And I knew she was there

And he knew I knew

I was drowning in a snap shot

And deserving of every emotion I got

Because I knew he was broken

And he knew I knew

Tonight

Head on 

Crash

Drinking from a half empty glass

And all I could hear was her name

And he and I would never be the same

I try to smile

Going about my day

But my mind is miles

And miles

And miles away

Because I loved him

He called me her name and I froze

I could tell by her name she was who he chose

He is not mine

Please God free me from my insanity

‘Cause all the pieces are with her

That day is a blurr

But what I will never forget

Is that he called me her

I could not pretend

And I dare not give him a chance to do it again

See

Because

He

Is

Not

Mine

Feature Poet: “SPEAKING FROM THE OTHER SIDE”

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I WRITE THIS POEM
FOR THOSE THAT ARE HERE,
SO SIT UP STRAIGHT
AND LEND AN EAR
MY WORK IS DONE
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME TO DO
TODAY, I WANT TO KEEP THE FOCUS ON YOU.
SO, MY QUESTION TODAY IS…
“WILL YOU BE READY
SHOULD THE LORD COME RIGHT NOW
WILL YOU BE READY WHEN THE trumpet SOUNDS?
DON’T CRY FOR ME
MY WORK HERE IS FINISHED
THERE’S NO MORE GOOD DEEDS TO BE DONE
BUT I WANT TO TALK TO THE “YET” LOST ONE!
NO MORE WAITING,
SAY YES TO THE LORD
STOP ALL THE FOOLISHNESS
SURRENDER YOUR ALL
I WANNA KNOW—-ARE YOU SAVED?
DO YOU KNOW HIM AS YOUR PERSONAL SAVIOR?
IF NOT, THEN DO ME A HUGE FAVOR:
OPEN YOUR HEART AND LET JESUS IN
AND YOU WILL —ONE DAY— SEE ME AGAIN!

WRITTEN BY: REV. DR. RONNETTE MARTIN –

SENIOR PASTOR OF CHOICE COMMUNITY CHRISTIAN CHURCH

HARRISBURG PENNSYLVANIA

January 28, 2015

 

A Thousand Shrugs’

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God can not hear me because I drown him out with drugs

God is angry because I haven’t obeyed him

Shrugs
I can’t hear my own thoughts because I drowned them out too

Penny for your thought
Tryna’ find something to heal me
Sooth

There’s a whole where they rolled the rock on Jesus
Yet I’m still locked in past day three

Aliens, terrestrial villains
Taken
50 lashes
Invading me

Embryo

The sun

Nowhere to turn
Red light, green light
Go
No
Stop
Run

Heavy loads take camp on my ground
Manipulating Silence
Found
Too lost
Bound

Where once held a thousand hugs
Left me bruised
With a cramped belly
And a thousand shrugs

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