When poets mention the name of Jesus
within their poetic endeavour  
its always worth a read;
simply because the name of Jesus
holds within the spirit of peace
sounded deep from eternity.

I see no purpose in your poem
One commenter told me
That it somehow fell short
He just had to scold me

But that’s just the way I meant to
Leave the Reader wanting more
Not to mend a broken heart
Heal the sick or feed the poor

Or split apart an atom
Cause the sun to set or rise
Maybe yes, maybe no
Win a Pulitzer Prize?

My poems tell a story
In an epic or a wisp
Stands alone all on its own
Not conforming to your list

So I see no purpose in your comment
And just need to tell you
That poem of 17 syllables?
It’s a simple Haiku

Dark house, dark rooms,
empty rooms;
Only one room is filled
with light, with life.
It is the room that I reside in,
huddled under sky-blue covers;
I wish I had sweet cotton candy clouds to match.

As the ink stains the page
On this day
I pray that I don't stray
Away to another way
Truth in each and every step I take
Realities I create
Spread love
Watch me demonstrate

Shared experiences is what ties us together until the end of our lives,
Somewhere you remain in the empty cracks of my mind..
Often walked over when in mid conversation,
Once loving memories that now store as unimportant information.

It's summertime, the drought is here
Water seems gold,  I have this fear
My mind is blocked, going nowhere
Do hearts affect? Nothing is clear

All he talked about was topping up his tan, " keep topping it up, keep on topping it up"
while the old lady opposite sat trapped in her memories
and for the life of her she couldn't remember who she was
but one thing was sure never once did she give a **** about a topped up tan.
while an old man sang "yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away but now it seems they are here to stay, oh I believe in yesterday"

Friends, there are many(I think, I hope). So, to be fair, I will respond with this.


"Stricly an Opinion"
October 20, 2014   8:40a.m.

On August 28, 2013, strictly as a novice, and not having posted anything, anywhere, I posted my first two pieces of "literary art" on the HP site. I had previously searched other similar sites until finally deciding on posting with HP. I'm glad I did.  Why?

Not knowing what to expect, I threw "1894", and "Folklore and Fairy Tales" into the "mixing bowl". Pradip and Sally were the first to comment, and I will never forget the encouragement their words gave me. Never! Quite often, I go back and re-read them, particularly when I get a little discouraged when the "writers block" syndrome decides to attack. Thank you both, so very, very much!

But that is the core of the HP Family. There is an aura, a special atmosphere of cohesiveness among its contributors, willing to offer(in most cases) constructive criticism without being cynical, and always encouraging each other. Making friends whom we may never see, whose hands we may never shake, but a friendship none the less, that is spread throughout the globe, with the thoughts that will always be there. It is a feeling I did not sense with other sites.

One thing is for certain. We never know what our readers are going to like/dislike on any given day. When we post a piece, of what we may think is the work of "pure genius" could go by the wayside in seconds. On the other end of the spectrum, what we believe is not so great, could trend in minutes.

We will keep trying.

Richard Riddle
copyright: October 20, 2014

To many complain
On others
Writes-
How about
Instead
Complaining-
Write-
Instead of maiming
Be polite-
In
Stead of claiming
To be right,
For once take
It your wrong-
Instead of turning abhoring
Into daily trending,
Make poetry beauty
With your poems and song,
Instead of minding everyone elses
Business.
Mind yours,
Instead of back talking-
Close your door.
If your not here to write
Leave this premises-
Instead of using jealously
As anger,
Put down your acts of dennis-
The mennis- instead of making f.e,a,r
Mongering this sites boutique-
Search inside yourself,
Fix the you that is weak.
If claims dont match no names
Hush, to your sleep.
I'm here to write-
Were here to write-
Not fight about your
Bad week.

To the world you're just a rose
To me you're my one and only
You weep because you don't feel loved
You ask to be held so I hold you tightly
Your thorns cause my blood to spill
I try not to think of the pain it causes
I hold tighter and you cry louder
And nothing seems to make you blossom
And this may not be worth it for me
But you still ask to be loved and held
But I do it and you can't recognize it

I know what you are thinking;
I know what you were thinking;
I know what you will be thinking
When your end comes.

When the end comes,
I will be waiting
To pull you through into
Always.

Wasn't it I who pushed you,
Unaware and blinking
Groggily into the light;
Wasn't it I who pushed you
Forward into Time?

To all my readers, my second poetry book has now been published called Life, Love and Lessons Learned. It is available on

Amazon, Kindle and Lulu
By typing in Carl Joseph Roberts Life Love And Lessons Learned.

My first book,
Through My Eyes, By Carl Joseph Roberts
was a success and because of many of you, even without a book signing it was profitable. And I hope many of you will support this my second book as well and additionally forward this to as many other readers in hope they will support also. Again, thank you all so very much for your support over these last sever years. From winning several contests to all your comments I have appreciated each kind word said. So please find and buy a book and support the cause if possible. Thank you all again.  Always writing... Carl Joseph Roberts  (Joe)