Melvina Germain - Poems
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Poetry Series Melvina Germain - poems - Publication Date: 2015 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Melvina Germain(N/A) Bio of Melvina Germain Diversity is the diamond chip of poetic success. Melvina Germain, born in Sydney, Nova Scotia validates and exemplifies that. Her perpetual passion and yen broadening her literary scope has enabled her to establishherself as a solid Multi Style Poet. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 (006) The Mustard Seed A place to rest one’s body and soul, to put life’s worries on temporary hold. A time to pray to the good Lord above, and ask for His un-con-di-tion-al Love. To take the time to plant the seed holding self responsible of low life deeds. To make a decision to fill the void with inspiration and spirituality’s joy. To watch good people give a helping hand, reaching out toward others because they can. No funds will cross their palms you see. It’s done for the Love of God and thee. When you hear the words ”The Mustard Seed”, know it’s a place of solace for people in need. Reach in your pockets and dig very deep, help keep the homeless off Calgary’s streets. Written: May 19/2007 Melvina Germain www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 (012) Foral Essence (Haiku) Bird of paradise Elegantly poised, flourished Graceful, poignant sight Written: Sept.06/06 Melvina Germain www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 (018) Blessed By God (Haiku) A new born baby Cries loud, entering this world Responds to Mom’s touch Nov.4/06 Melvina Germain www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 (019) Walking Along The Beach In Nova Scotia Walking Along The Beach In Nova Scotia Walking barefoot in the sand on a quiet Sunday morning at peace with natures surroundings. A warm sunny day with a faint scent of fish filtering through the air. The ocean breeze caressing my body, giving me a tranquil feeling, in this awesome atmosphere. At peace with nature, enjoying every moment, I heard the cry of the loon. I saw him standing at the waters edge as if to say, good morning. He spread his wings to a full span, held it there awhile. I watched with anticipation wondering what was yet to come from this magnificent creature of the wild. He stood like a king looking at me, took flight and soared through the sky. The sand dollars were plentiful, displaying their artistic designs. I continued to walk as the sand massaged my feet. It was a joyous morning walking along the beach. Written: August 31,2007 Melvina Germain www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 (020) The Fat Poet The fat poet, who never shares, how dare he keep the words of beauty, stockpiled, hidden in a quiet corner. Why, words such as these, must be shared to those far and near, to those we hold dear. Don’t vex with me, you fat little poet, lift of those pages, so the world will know it. Your words are full of beauty flare, all that you have hidden there, will spread a bed of literary verse for all the world to see and hear. Written: January 02/07 Melvina Germain www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 (021) Mouse In The House (Children’s Poem) I’am a little mouse, I run around Mikes house. I know it really belongs to me, cause I don’t need a key. I found a hole in a rusty old pipe. Crawled in and took a flight. Soared through the air- A cat, a dog standing there? ? OOOPS? ? ? ? ? I landed in a box of clothes soft and fluffy white Now I have to dig down deep and stay far out of sight Who let that cat and dog in anyway I’ll bet it was- MEAN- OLD-MIKE Melvina Germain www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 (022) Naughty Little Mellie (Children’s Poem? ? ? ? ?) She talked and talked and talked and talked some more. Whew, what child is this hanging around Granny Green’s corner store. I tried to walk quietly not to make myself heard. I shopped in the back and didn’t say a word. I heard a creak behind me, afraid to turn around. Oh oh, it’s that kid Mellie, she’s making baby sounds. She laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed some more I just wanted to make it back through the stores front door. Mellie talked and talked, and laughed and drooled upon the floor. Finally Granny Green came and picked that little kid up. Mellie turned, looked me in the face, grinned so naughtily, while she pointed her finger and stuck her tongue out at me. I looked around but there was no one else there to see. Melvina Germain www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 (023) Resting Place (Haiku) Butterfly visits Momentarily seeks home everlasting peace Written: August 19/2006 Melvina Germain www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 (027) Jealous Love Jealous Love Covered in blood I trudged along, feet sopping wet I’ll never forget. Weakened Determined, kept a slow pace. Wearily Struggling, hoping for God’s grace. I need you now, more than ever before, please help me make it to that hospital door. Written: August 20,2007 Melvina Germain www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 (028) A Sunday Prayer For Our Lost Sisters And Brothers Dear Father God, once again I come to you on a Sunday morning. Father please know that I love you dearly, I respect your name, I love your son Jesus. Father know that I give thanks for all that you have given, your wondrous views, your precious animal kingdom, the miracle of childbirth and more. Father this Sunday I would like to focus on praying for your children who deny you, those who say you don’t exist, those that refuse to acknowledge you in any way. Yes Lord I pray for them for they are lost and as your son said a long time ago, “they no not what they do”. Father cleanse their minds, open their eyes and show them the way to the truth. Father speak to them, walk with them. Father these people are lost, misguided and need you in their lives, although they may never ask you Lord, give me the knowledge, wisdom, patience and strength to know how best to minister to these non believers. Use me Lord as a vessel to deliver your word so they may understand there is no other that comes before you. Lord we all have our problems, we are all sinners, I have sinned and still have weaknesses, but Lord I would never deny you, I get my strength from you, I know when I have fallen you will be there to pick me up and start me once again on the right track. I know you will comfort me in my saddest hours. I know I will here the whispers of your precious voice, I know you love me, I have faith in you and I trust only in you and not in man. I belive only in you and not in man, I know I can deal with any situation with you by my side. Father I want these people to know you as I do. I ask this prayer this Sunday morning in the name of your precious son Jesus. Thank you Father, Amen. Melvina Germain www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 11 (030) Butterfield Brite Trudging wearily many dark miles ahead. In the distance, a light shone bright, from an old rustic cabin standing alone in the dim lit night. Energetic vibes increased as my legs picked up the pace. A light at the end of the tunnel to be my saving grace. Deep within my soul, a sealed envelope I’ll hold. Till the time is right to reveal and be told. Loud voices reigned, through an old window marred with mud stain. while sitting round an old oak table engaged in conversation recapping events of the past- realization- I’am home, I’am home- at last. Standing quietly on that old rugged porch, listening contently, feeling warm and fearless. all of a sudden…… I heard this….. What are you doing here, you nasty old critter, standing, lurking like a peeping tom, answer me - you- who do you think you are. Raise your hands and step inside. I did just as the old man ordered, stepped inside. Three old men sat wearing many a different hyde. Piercing eyes found deep penetration. Still, I felt no fear, for certain, they will welcome me here. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 12 A chair hit me in the back of my legs, down I fell to sit. Laughter erupted all around, A room filled with warmth and wit. They sat me down, gave me tea and bread, I grinned, chuckled and laughed a lot. A family reunion for years twas sought into dawn we sat and talked. The men knew their time here was short, for their land was repossessed of sorts. I held the key deep within my soul, soon to release their lands hold. To them I spoke of fraudulent deeds, gave them all they would need, to release the land of which was truly theirs, held against them for many years. Weeks come and weeks go, ground soon to be without snow.