| The Struggle Is On | This black woman is strong, multi-talented through poetry and songs.
Mother of two children and two grands, still trusting in Jesus who has my life in his hands.
And through the storm in testing time of trials and tribulations that seems so long ... | Albertina Theresa C… |
| Onward Christian Soldiers | Onward, Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the Cross of Jesus
Going on before.
Christ the royal Master
Leads against the foe;
Forward into battle,
See, his banners go!
Onward, Christian soldiers,
Marching as... | Sabine Baring-Gould |
| The Beginnings | It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to... | Rudyard Kipling |
| My Funeral Poem: tribute | Life goes on
The mistakes of the are gone
Times of remembrance are past
The clock ticks on and on.
I was born, I lived, I die,
The cycle of life as it is called
For what reasons as this
I don’t know... | Kenneth R. Jenkins |
| At Last | To Mary J.... | Kenneth R. Jenkins |
| At The Last Watch | Pity, in place of love,
That pettiest of gifts,
Is but a sugar-coating over neglect.
Any passerby can make a gift of it
To a street beggar,
Only to forget the moment the first corner is turned.
I had not hoped for anything more that... | Rabindranath Tagore |
| God's Garden | God made a beatous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous garden
He brought mankind to live,
And said: 'To you, my children,
These lovely flowers I give.
Prune ye my vines... | Robert Frost |
| The Road Not Taken | Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the... | Robert Frost |
| Lenore | Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love,... | Edgar Allan Poe |
| Annabel Lee | It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by... | Edgar Allan Poe |
| The Raven | Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber... | Edgar Allan Poe |
| God Speaks To Each Of Us | God speaks to each of us before we are,
Before he's formed us — then, in cloudy speech,
But only then, he speaks these words to each
And silently walks with us from the... | Rainer Maria Rilke |
