Poems by Patricia Cisco

"The Word"

First Spoken, last heard,
God's Almighty Holy Word,

The great I Am became a man,
He placed His feet upon the sand,

He spoke the sun that shines on all,
yes, for even those who fall,

His spoken Love, Mercy and Grace,
long awaited the human race,

His time so short upon the earth,
though long enough to show His worth,

our sins He bore within His depth,
and freed us with His final breath,

ascended to Heaven until the last,
eternity future, present, past,

first spoken, "The Word",
last heard, "The Word",

"The Word", returns Alas, Alas!

November  Harbinger

Brilliant lonely star on high,
In the fiery charcoal sky,

November evening crisp and clear,
see my breath pierce Autumn's air,

Familiar scent of chimney smoke,
families warmed by maple and oak,

Feel a change of season near,
tumbling leaves and branches bare,

Behold, Thanksgiving time is here!

Melancholy moods,
shiny jazz and rainy blues.
April sings her tunes!

Rainbows in her skies,
diamond tears within her eyes,
stormy spring surprise!

So deceitful and full of desire,
Stealing souls, he's a wonderful liar.

He'll befriend and seduce you
With his powerful will.

Your weakness is his greatest thrill.
Control is the weapon he uses to kill.

He comes in disguises of all that you dream,
Fulfilling his quest and completing his scheme.

There are legions of those that seek to destroy
At every level of life they employ.

They come in all forms; their burdens are great,
For their master created them unto his hate.

He's lingered on earth for many ages,
Trapping souls in dark, fiery cages.

Soon his reign will come to an end
When the Alpha and Omega shall descend!

Many will say he doesn't exist.
He's alive and well and will persist.

His demons are here to help and assist,
But prayer is the weapon to help us resist!

Put on your armor from the Lord above:
Humility, faith, mercy, and love!

A final war shall soon begin.
This is when God's son steps in.

Many battles he's won in the past.
God will triumph in the last!

All the world will kneel and bend.
Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End!

Full strawberry moon,
ushers in hot days of June,
high tides fill the dune,

hot sun rising soon,
fishing in the afternoon,
whistling my own tune!

I guess we made it through struggle and strife.
I remember when we first started our life.

We climbed every step one in back of the other,
And if you would fall I would catch you, brother.

I was the sister, you were the brother.
If we didn't have much, we had each other.

We never seemed to wander from each other too far,
'Cause how could the Sky drift away from the Star?

Now you are a father and I am a mother,
But I'm still your sister and you're still my brother!

Deep in this dark, cold, last night of December,
is one tiny flame of a flickering ember.

like so many memories of Decembers gone by,
tucked in our hearts, memories safely reside,

reminiscing our blessings through all the past years,
of those we have loved, our regrets, and our tears.

As December surrenders to January's dawn,
that one tiny ember still flickers on,

sparking the flame to new memories born
on the horizon of this New Year's morn!

Damp darkness befalls as gray fog settles in.
Frightening shadows lingering within.

Footsteps echo through the black, eerie night
With scrapings and rustlings, yet nothing in sight.

Misty clouds floating across the dull moon.
Heart stopping feelings of horror and doom.

Howling squeals pierce the smoggy air.
My heart pounding harder in panicky fear.

The faster and faster I try to race,
My shaky, weak legs won't keep up the pace.

A scary, awful blood-curdling scream.
I feel so faint, as if in a dream.

Ghostly eyes glowing in bushes distant,
Getting closer and closer in an instant.

Frozen stiff, I shut my eyes tight,
Holding my breath with all my might.

Then swishing past in the chilly breeze,
Opening one eye, I suddenly breathe.

Finally putting my fears at ease.
Oh, it's just Trick or Treaters on All Hallows' Eve!

Song birds singing, flying by
Pastel petals sprouting high
Rainbows, showers fill the sky
Inspiring beauty to the eye
Newborn creatures call and cry
Graceful Monarch butterfly