Robert Stargel - Dr. Pepper

There is a poison that I love to drink

It has a way of controlling my thoughts

If I don't have it then I start to think

My brain will slow down while my body rots

 

The pain raises my senses when I sip

Then pours them searing right back off a cliff

Then I must reach back for another drip

So that my best muscle does not go stiff.

To beat this issue is to beat my mind

Through splitting pain and curing of the soul

I will lose some pounds and yet be more whole

This fizzy issue will be left behind

When I don't have it I will start to think

There is a poison that I love to drink

Rachel Yelton Sonnet

Within the walls of tree hewn lumber sleeps
The noise of laughter sweetly lost in dreams.
Bound and warmed by flickering flames of heat
Untroubled by the cares of worldly themes
Yet warm without, my restless heart does pace
Stirred by the call of lands left unexplored
Behind the mists which shroud the mountain's face
To go, to stay, my thoughts within me torn

My heart does yearn to walk the paths untamed
To seek a world beyond the mountains view
Still, bond by chains of comfort I remain
Inside the sheltered walls of golden hue
One day I know that path my feet will tread
But for today my feet shall rest instead.

Nicolea Ronald - Sonnet 1

Thundering water rushes quickly past,

Once strong souls are now lost in its current,

In past days they fearlessly led the rest,

But now are dragged with the torrent,

Following the way it chooses to go,

There is doubt that they will ever fight back,

Limited hope remains for those who know

The river should have no hold on their track.

Then from an old, majestic craft called ‘Church’

An oar comes forth; a strong thrust digs down deep

A strength they did not have pulls with a lurch

Their course this time is intended to keep

To hold their path they need strength more than theirs

Found in a mighty God who deeply cares.

Laura Oliver's Sonnet

For time is something that cannot be controlled

It steals life that should be more than memory
The good times rot and turn to history

Like bread left uneaten will turn to mold

Time shapes what life we have, scorching our joy

As life is the match, so time is the flame

At your death you’ve only got your own name

A blaze, a flash, then time will destroy

Take each moment and make it the finest,

Experience the best in everything new

Embrace the things you know to be true

It is your life to live to the fullest

God gives you every moment of your life

Trust Him in the good times and through the strife