Indy Poetry Group

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Comment by Stephen James on June 30, 2009 at 2:25pm

JL Kato's Poetry Notebook is a great resource for local poetry.

Comment by Darrell G. Walton on January 16, 2009 at 6:46pm

Thought I would add something encouraging!

Jesus Loves Me So!

In this world, trials I may face
I rejoice, for I have His grace
For that, on and on I go

Jesus loves me!
This I know!
My Bible tells me so!

In the morn, in my quiet place
On my knees I seek His face
With my heart aglow

Jesus loves me!
This I know!
My Bible tells me so!

In sins disgrace
Dare I show my face?
In His forgiveness, washed whiter than snow
Jesus loves me!
This I know!
My Bible tells me so!

Life’s such a hurried pace
Only by Him, we win the race
Giving rest, taking it slow

Jesus loves me!
This I know!
My Bible tells me so!

On and on I go
A wonder, I see on your face
Take my hand. Let’s go to a quiet place
On bended knee, we’ll seek His Holy Face

Jesus loves you!
This you know!
Our Lord and Savior is telling us so!

Comment by Darrell G. Walton on January 16, 2009 at 6:41pm

I love to write as well for many reasons in the name of tranquility, therapy, and relaxation. Still can't decide whether I could be called a poet?! I know it will be interesting as to see what may be penned here!

Darrell

Comment by Phillip Archer on November 20, 2008 at 6:15pm

Why is this wall blank? I thought we were writers once. What the hell? Someone post a poem or something. Here, I will start.

Coma


Too many memories are wrapped up inside
That I will never enjoy, not for one more day
Imagine a fragile eggshell around my mind
Forming a seeping crack, for the yolk will not stay

Trust has been lost for any new acquaintance
For I do not even trust my first twenty-one years
I have a belief of someone's story in an instance
During my slumber, it was whispered in my ears

My perception of all people from my past
Is a curiosity which I will always ponder
Are they everything they claim to be so fast?
They are given the benefit, while I still wonder

Is it from the mind of someone I do not know?
Or is the experience everything it is said to be?
All the newly acquired memories might not glow
The source of their origin is only a possibility

What if they ask me, "What was your highest position?"
What if the answer to the question was before I woke?
What if I never achieve that forgotten mission?
What if I tell them, "It is not possible to even evoke."?

- Phillip J Archer -