Poem by John White: The Power of Words

  Poem by John White

The Power of Words

these words onto their

deadly sharp edge

to cut into flesh

destroying all you know

if I could lay asunder

your every belief

all you hold dear

turning your life

upside down

if I had the ability

using only language

to bring down the

entire system

laying it bare for

everyone to see

if simply speaking

or writing could

bring about destruction

would you hate me

and would I abuse

this new-found power?


Poem Titled “That Final Tear.”

That Final Tear


A soft rap a tap tap of silver rain
cascading from a charcoal sky
keeping time with the sorrow of
the tears rolling from your eyes

Lay your head on my shoulder
I’ll hold you til the morning light
maybe dawn will find your smile
but now it’s okay to cry tonight

The death of love is never kind
and you’ve lost something dear
yet worry not I’ll hold you close
until you’ve cried that final tear

Poem by Scott Hastie: “Always Stay Loyal”

New Poem – always stay loyal…


Always stay loyal

To that which feeds your soul,

Knowing, as mortal entities,

We can never go any higher

Than when we nourish

A little of God in ourselves.

Like a thin seam

Of silvered mineral within

There’s a hint of divinity here,

Some mystical suffused essence

That stays charged,

As if in the flow

Of an endless crystal stream,

Till our own sparking current fails…

This being so,

As our own life’s energies

Leak steadily away,

Every step we take

Is interlaced with goodness,

But that we knew it.

For deep, deep down

In the very wellhead of life,

Far beyond melancholy and despair,

Where real sweetness dwells,

There is an ever abundant

Reservoir of light

To be drawn upon by angels.

Fuel for a gathering readiness

That looks to ensure

We will be more than content,

When the time comes,

To simply surrender all we are.

And, in doing so,

Give sap,

Some shape, some form

To the many blossoms still to come.

I want to thank Scott Hastie for letting me put his poem on my blog.



I’d like to go to Heaven for the day to see my family.

I’d tell grandma how grandpa gave me shots of whiskey for my silence to her.

I’d tell grandma how much I miss her homemade bread and jam.

I’d tell my sister how much I love her and need her in my life.

I’d tell my favorite aunt thank you for teaching me to play baseball

and how much I miss her loving kindness.

I’d tell them all how I still hear their voices once in a while.

Sometimes I need down time to think on these things.

It keeps me on the right path and to do the right thing

especially when they are here to guide me.

I like to be alone sometimes because I need my downtime

and that’s when I hear voices all the time.

By Bonnie Gail Carter

This poem was supposed to be in my book but for some reason it isn’t in the book.


My boyfriend Donnie Townsend read two poems in my book: THE CHILL TURNED WARM and he wrote a song called

LITTLE GIRL IN THE ORPHANAGE. Here are the two poems and the song.


She felt rejected, unloved, and unwanted.

She feels like she is being punished for something.

She wants her family back more than living.

The fantasy of her family being together again is her only happiness.

She cries and prays to her God a lot.

For three long years she clung to the fence.

While serving her time, her only crime was loneliness.

No one cared enough to parole her from the orphanage.

She feels the presence of the fence as an adult.

Her hands cling to the fence within.

Just like then no one hears her cries.

There is no key to the gate.

by Bonnie Gail Carter


The child inside of me wants to be free of the fence surrounding me.

The fence is so high I want to fly to my home in the sky

where I’ll be free of the emotional pain encompassing me.

There was no love at this place called an orphanage.

They didn’t care very much.

I was withdrawing within, building a wall to protect myself

from the emotional pain I’m going to set on a shelf.

I can dust it off and start with a clean slate.

Only time will tell what emotions are sunken deep in the well.

My heart feels like a black hole instead of having a soul,

searching for the warmth of the sun to lighten the load

leading to a better-traveled road.

by Bonnie Gail Carter

https://youtu.be/QosOHAUox7k click here to hear LITTLE GIRL IN THE ORPHANAGE by Donnie Townsend