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Stars of brilliance in the bleak night sky,
beg an answer to the question why,
why are we placed here upon this land,
shifting beneath currents like drifting sand.
Is there a purpose to our existence?
will we learn the answer with steady persistence,
when our souls drift to our final place of rest,
will we be certain we have done our best?
With hands open in an infinite embrace,
will God accept us, bestowing us with grace?
Is this our reason for taking each breath?
to learn His wonder before our death?
Is there yet more to life than this?
as we await that eternal bliss?
By: Beverly Beekmans (May 2010)
I think we all sometimes wonder why we are here, the purpose to life and sometimes I think we forget to live while we ponder this purpose.
Plain Jane is not so plain,
her smile can stop the wildest rain,
quick of wit and sharp of mind,
a funnier woman you will not find.
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She speaks about herself so low,
of her greatness she does not know,
she thinks that she is just Jane, plain,
doomed to lead a life of pain.
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Her eyes twinkle as they impart,
the bountiful love found in her heart,
I wish that she could know this true,
how special she is through and through.
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For me she is a shining star,
glowing brightly from a far,
exuding love from head to feet,
in knowing her I feel complete.
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By: Beverly Beekmans
You never have been and never will be just a plain Jane to me, thank you for your support, friendship and sisterly love.
Upon my sole you do tred,
as I shine a ruby red,
when my leather gets a scuff,
you give to me a gentle buff.
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I protect your toes from muddy fate,
and warm your feet on chilly slate,
I keep your bridge from falling down,
and whisk you all about the town.
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Then it happened, I got a stain,
now in the closet I remain,
hidden behind some forgotten junk,
flung into an old dirty trunk.
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Now some other shoe hugs your feet,
as you saunter down the street,
I thought there was more to our love,
we fit so snug, like hand in glove.
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By: Beverly Beekmans (2010)
I love how you know what to do,
when you see that I am blue,
you dance around and act like a clown,
placing a smile where there was a frown.
Your eyes dance with childish glee,
through them a new world I see,
one where fun and laughter reign,
not fiendish desire and boundless pain.
In you I feel such ardent pride,
my ambitions for you will not subside,
and as I gaze upon your face,
I know that I was touched by grace.
God granted me my greatest desire,
my wish was a child to sire,
and when you came into my world,
my heart and love became unfurled.
When time has passed and you have grown,
I pray the love that you were shown,
will lead you to a life of joy,
I cherish you my baby boy.
By: Beverly Beekmans
For my son, for whom I feel a love I never knew existed. I was not complete until God entrusted me with him.
They never saw the frown he wore,
in his room behind closed door,
he let them believe that he was fine,
breath inhales as he draws a line.
No one would understand the relief,
a moment in time if only brief,
of razors edge against bare skin,
cutting deep, cutting thin.
Only he and God do know,
of how he marks his body so,
scars have formed from inside out,
alone he feels without a doubt.
He knows not why he feels this need,
a need to wound, a need to bleed,
within the torment of his mind,
no better release can he find.
Some day perhaps he will feel freed,
from this obsession, from this need,
but until that time comes to be,
to razors edge he will flee.
By: Beverly Beekmans (2010)
You pulled me from the sinking sand,
touched my heart and grabbed my hand,
you stayed beside me through it all,
when I felt injured and so small.
You’ve been to me my rock and glue,
as I start my life anew,
always standing by my side,
not in search of a place to hide.
Trying hard to know me true,
in reply our love it grew,
my heart may never fully heal,
but my love for you is oh so real.
Never have I felt so snug,
as when you embrace me in a hug,
Thank you for being my best friend,
my essential companion til the end.
By: Beverly Beekmans (2010)
This poem is dedicated to the man I love, the man who has been my comfort, my protector and my friend. I have put him through a lot and his love has never faltered.
I went to a party,
had way too much to drink,
what was I doing?
Oh right I didn’t think.
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I was on a mission,
I assumed the position,
got all juiced up,
I was liking the cup.
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I wanted to drown my sorrow,
my body they did borrow,
what I wanted was to vanish,
mind numbing thoughts to banish.
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I found not what I sought,
those drinks I should not have bought,
for me they brought more shame,
turned out not to be a game.
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It ended with another drink,
then my face inside a sink,
my soul now was hurting,
from what started with some flirting.
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I went to a party,
had way too much to drink,
what was I doing?
Oh right I didn’t think.
By: Beverly Beekmans
I will not go into the events that this poem came from, suffice it to say the party did not end well. As teenagers we believe ourselves invincible, we are not.
Went to a party,
had way too much to drink.
what was I doing?
Oh right I didn’t think.
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I had another glass,
lost a little class,
lit up a cig,
Oh I felt so big.
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I kissed him there,
with out a care,
who was he?
Oh don’t ask me.
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Smiled at every Jo,
acted like a ho,
danced up a storm,
Oh and went into his dorm.
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Went to a party,
had way too much to drink,
what was I doing?
Oh right I didn’t think.
By: Beverly Beekmans
There was a time in my life where I tended not to think before doing things and it certainly got me into a lot of trouble and into some dangerous situations. I no longer drink because I know the affect it has on me.
My seam has come unraveled,
my heart has grown some mold,
the roads which I have traveled,
have made me feel so old.
My knees are rough from kneeling,
my back sore from bending down,
begging for some real feeling,
all you offered was a frown.
The holes that were created,
will never close completely up,
what was it you so hated?
why was your love an empty cup?
My soul is sore and tired,
I truly need a rest,
when all that I desired,
was to give to you my best.
You took from me my all,
which I gave to you for free,
made me feel so small,
but I kept going in spite of thee.
By: Beverly Beekmans (2010)
My Voice Awoken 