When did society throw respect out the door?

I look around and can not find it anymore.

No filter is used for the words that are spoken,

anyone notice how badly our morals are broken?

Naked bodies grinding on music shows,

little children calling each other hoes.

We need to welcome the winds of change,

take a new path, learn to shift, rearrange.

Take a stand before humanity stumbles,

we won’t make it if all dignity crumbles.

 

By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)

I never meant for you to see,

the world through jaded eyes,

or feel the searing pain you felt,

from so many vicious lies.

 

I wanted for my precious child,

to know nothing but true love,

to feel secure and always safe,

from her father up above.

 

Open your heart and let me in,

I’ll never force your will,

or cause you to feel alone,

your broken soul my love will fill.

 

Please do this one little thing,

ask me to enter in,

so I may begin once more,

to teach your heart to sing.

 

By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)

 

A life hangs between then and now,

a wayward soul lost in a crowd,

panic blossoms upon an aching chest,

breathes come gasping rapid fire.

 

Mist as thick as trapped in smoke,

surrounds, clouding view and mind,

seeking eyes dart quicker now,

trying to glimpse the light with hope.

 

All around the throng seems to grow,

then a path suddenly appears,

a silhouette steps into view,

a gem amongst rough stone.

 

The presence reaches out a hand,

an offer to draw near,

frozen feet stay deathly still,

marred forever by endless fear.

 

By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)

 

Papery epidermal flesh,

stretched across protruding bone.

Bloodshot whites rim dulling blue,

upon circles dark as night.

Oily strands hang lank and limp,

to cover hollowed cheek.

Crimson marks scar pale white skin,

like tracks upon fresh snow.

A picture clear as sun strewn day,

of addictions helpless prey.

 

By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)

 

 

Clinging to the past with an iron grip,
holding close the memories of pain,
waiting for my life to slip,
for trouble to find me again.

Then justify the path I take,
with indignities of old,
I did it all for anothers sake,
simply did as I was told.

What blame can be placed upon me?
as I hold onto ancient wrongs,
what harm could there truly be?
as my bitter heart weeps it’s songs.

Shall I forget the pain I bore?
should I forgive their deeds?
what about my heart that tore?
the neglect of my needs?

You say there is another way?
someone who wants to set me free?
who does not want my pain to stay?
so he died upon a tree?

That letting go of actions past,
will help for me to thrive,
and grudges overdue to cast,
will help me feel alive?

A box had been created,
to store up all my woes,
a long time now I’ve waited,
sought revenge upon my foes.

Weary now my body feels,
my heart it seems to ache,
I think now it’s time it heals,
these wounds are ripe to take.

 

By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)

Between the light of morning’s dawn,
stirs within a passion strong,
to find a way to capture thee,
while life’s diversions draw on me.

Images flicker upon a screen,
sunny glare creates a sheen,
mind entangled with story’s plot,
never a moment for focused thought.

Your presence comprises all we see,
from rocky hill to towering tree,
though as I glide upon life’s flight,
seldom do I perceive your light.

Blossoming within my soul,
young and frail like a newborn foal,
a zeal awakens from lengthy slumber,
turning all into shades of wonder.

 

By: Beverly Beekmans (February 2011)

Storm clouds gather in ominous silence,

darkening by the moment and laying in wait,

suddenly a clap of thunder shatters the calm,

and theĀ  sky lights up bright as day.

Rumbling like a caged lion’s growl,

the storm erupts into gales of rain and bolts of electricity,

power ceases and a darkness falls

as the wind blows like a gray wolf’s howl.

As if an invisible hand has flipped a switch,

the storm ceases as quickly as it began,

a rainbow appears high over the world,

and a freshly washed day begins anew.

by: Beverly Beekmans

You got under my flesh

crawled into my heart

now I want you out

but how do I start?

You wormed your way in

slipped by with your charm

dazzled me with your stories

can’t you see you are causing harm?

I wanted to believe you

so I forced sense to abandon

it’s not all your fault

I certainly had a hand in.

Endings are never easy

I’ll miss the times we shared

it is tearing me apart

if only I hadn’t cared.

Saying goodbye is never easy

walking away can be rough

but change is needed

and staying would be even more tough.

by: Beverly Beekmans

This poem is just an expression of the way some of our relationships in life are toxic and sadly they sometimes need to be flushed out.

When the day dawns to a bright blue sky,

do you ever stop to wonder why?

Why is the sky such a vibrant blue?

Was it an accident or God’s chosen hue?

When fluffy white clouds drift way up high,

do you ever stop to wonder why?

Why do clouds form playful shapes above?

did gasses burst or was it made by God’s love?

When birds soar and are content to fly,

do you ever stop to wonder why?

Why are birds born to fly upon the Earth?

did some mutation take place or did God give them birth?

As I sit and gaze upon the world around me,

I find it so very hard to see,

How others can claim an accident is it,

when all I see is the world God gave as a gift.

By: Beverly Beekmans (2010)

Your warm smile sets my heart aflutter

melting me like a dollop of creamy butter

Your eyes twinkle with a glittering gleam

I stare into them and drift into daydream

Your voice soothes my most savage mood

calming me with that charm you exude

A diamond amongst a crate of coal

my love you forever stole

Never will I find cause to flee

beside you eternally I will be.

by: Beverly Beekmans (2010)