Poetry comes from the heart

[Larry D. Matyas]

Sometimes we have a need to wax poetic........from the heart........about love.....life........what have you..........Share your genius here.........poetry can have several interpretations, just like a painting,
abstract-in-nature, open to the eye of the beholder..........I waxed poetic on another discussion and it was called "endless mind wandering"......wander with me...I'm a stranger in paradise......

[Larry D. Matyas]

Thanks Vishal for being such a great participant here. Love the pictures.

[Vishal Trivedi]

Home at last

I DREAMED OF HEAVEN

I dreamed I went to Heaven
and as I entered the gate,
I could feel a tide of love
and a sign that read,
No Hate.

As I observed it's many wonders
I saw the Angel Band.
There was one standing before me
with nail scars in his hands.

There was love, peace and laughter
the look on his face was bold.
There were many mansions
with their streets,
all paved in gold.
There were all the Christian Martyrs
whose love for Christ,
they wouldn't deny.
Then there was the Lord of Lords
the One that set's on High.

Of all the sights unspeakable
there were things we never had.
Yes, there standing among the angels
was my Mom and Dad.

Of all the things I saw
it's beyond my ability to explain.
But, I know when this life is over
that is where I want to remain.

[Larry D. Matyas]

Well well....very nice.....wisdom beyond your years.......

[Vishal Trivedi]

This morning my thoughts traveled along
To a place in my life where, days have since gone
Beholding an image of what I used to be
As visions were stirred, and God spoke to me.

He showed me a Warrior, a soldier in place
Positioned by Heaven, yet I saw not the face
I watched as the Warrior fought enemies
That came from the darkness with destruction for me.

I saw as the Warrior would dry away tears
As all of Heaven's Angels hovered so near
I saw many wounds on the Warrior's face
Yet weapons of warfare were firmly in place.

I felt my heart weeping, my eyes held so much
As God let me feel the Warrior's prayer touched
I thought "how familiar" the words that were prayed
The prayers were like lightning that never would fade.

I said to God "Please, the Warrior's name"
He gave no reply,
He chose to refrain
I asked " Lord, who is broken that they need such prayer?"
He showed me an image of myself standing there.

Bound by confusion, lost and alone
I felt prayers of the Warrior carry me home
I asked "Please show me Lord, this Warrior so true"
I watched and I wept,
for Mother...the Warrior -was you!

[Vishal Trivedi]

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[Vishal Trivedi]

[Sadijara]

I don't remember much about my journey to here Except there was water all around me,
and I can't forget that bright light
at the end of that dark, small tunnel
Nor the hand that
was pulling me towards it.
Oh and the suffocating feeling,
As the water fell away,
And then, swoooooooooosh, I gasped,
Struggling to breathe air...
I was in a new world.I was finally there
..I took my first breathe
I remember seeing nothing but the light...
and this sound coming out of me
My chest all tight, and this cold sensation
Before I was wrapped in something
soft, and warm and placed in my mother's arms.
I only remember a voice guiding me thru this and
the last words it spoke:
Remember this passage and all that you
see; for it wont be much different when you
Come back home to me.
Remember these words and this voice
That you hear...so that when you draw
Your last breath, you'll have nothing to fear.
Now here I am at the end of my journey,
Whisked thru hospital doors on a hard gurney.
Voices are fading, my vision is dimming,
Suddenly I'm diving into a deep blue sea
feeling the cold water all around me...
And in the horizon is this huge ball of bright light
And that familar voice, telling me,
To let go, for everything is going to be all right.
And then swoooooooooooosh, my last breath is drawn
and I am gone.

[Michelle]

Hi, everyone! Your poetries are getting much better. They sound like they are coming more from the heart than the mind. And I love you for this. I enjoyed reading your poems. Lots of Love to You, Michelle

[Larry D. Matyas]

Sadijara,

I was touched with this experience..........glad to here from you again.
I'm anxious to hear more from you.

Larry

[Larry D. Matyas]

"He Knows You Not!"
a thought by Larry Matyas on 27 July 2008


The "Old Man" asked the question,
where is it I will go?
To a "Babe" of seven days,
for surely he would know.

The young-soul undistracted,
moving freely back and forth.
Was surely not connected yet,
to this body here on Earth.

Have you known the "Master,'
did he send you here for me?
As your eyes move back and for-ward,
Tell me what it is you see?

You see, I lost the knowing,
And became the one you see.
When I wanted everything,
To be mine, for me!

I laughed too much, and ate too much,
and kept too much for me.
I passed the lame and hungry,
as if I didn't see.

Too much control has shifted,
now control is not for me.
Others now have what is left,
And with their eyes they see,

A ruddy-cracked expression,
etched into my face,
This shadow in depression,
no longer for the race.

My time I spent a-wasted,
and the selfish I've become,
I can't hide within these wrinkles,
for they tell of what I've done.

So child, please ask "Messiah,"
What is to be my lot,
The toddler turned his face to me,
And said, "HE KNOWS YOU NOT!"

[Larry D. Matyas]

"If You Want A Thing Bad Enough"
(Author Unknown)

If you want a thing bad enough,
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it,
If only desire of it makes you mad enough never to tire of it---
Makes you give up all things tawdry and cheap for it---
If life seems all useless and and empty without it,
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,
If gladly you'll sweat for it,
Lose all your terror of devils or man for it,
If you'll simply go after the thing you want
With all your capacity, strength and sagacity
Faith, hope, and confidence, stern pertinacity,
If neither cold, poverty, famine nor gaunt
Nor sickness nor pain of body and brain
Can keep you away from the thing that you want,
If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You'll get it!

[Larry D. Matyas]

O Lord,
Remember not only the men and women of good will, .........but also those of ill will.
But do not remember all the suffering they inflicted on us;.....Remember the fruits we have bought,
thanks to this suffering......our comradeship.........our loyalty........... our humility.......our courage,
our generosity.............. the greatness of heart ...........which has grown out of all this,
And when they come to judgment.............let all the fruits which we have born.....be thier forgiveness.

This prayer was written by an "unknown Poet."
(We might all meditate on this great prayer....... in light of our own experience.)