Poet, Audrey Austin

Poet, Audrey Austin
This site is to honour my mother, poet, Eva Ruby Austin.

Friday, August 29, 2014

A World Without Love - a poem by Rima N. Jaber

A World Without LOVE

I heard a story of a boy born without love,
His father gave all to his mother,

And she ran away taking it all,...
Leaving her children behind,

This young man was telling his story to his girlfriend
In a restaurant sitting behind me,

I wanted so much to see his face,
Thu I felt I can't face his sorrow and his pain,

They left and I couldn't stop thinking about how can this happen,
How can people get married only for money,

How can a mother leave her children alone,
And on their own,

Why money is all we want??
All we strive for, all we are living for??

Why are we so blind??
Selling our hearts and soul and leave everything behind??

For things which will vanish,
And things which have no value,

The real value is Love,
The real treasure is true feelings,

The real purpose of life is only love,
What we thrive for is only love,

What we live for is love,
If we can't give love to our surrounding,

Tell me why are we living??
Is it to accumulate more money??

Is it to steal others and hurt them??
Just for this stupid matter and say we gonna live better,

How can we be so shallow thinking
that matter can give us all??

How can we exchange love with soil??
How can we live with such a lie??

I tried to understand all my life this kind of people,
But could never understand they just made me disgusted,

The blindness and this killing sickness,
Made me pity them but their greed is making them cross all limits,

See our world is build on this kind of tragedies,
And it's spreading so quickly, don't know where it's going??

We have to wake up teach our children the value of love,
By giving it to them and showing them the truth,

The problem is all media and T.Vs lost all kind of morals,
And it's a hard task to rectify the image,

I believe in Love and nothing can change my heart,
Spreading it is the duty of every true heart,

And after all love will prevail,
No matter how it's hard now,

We're little candles born on this Earth
To kill the darkness and spread LOVE again..

Love you all
Rima N. Jaber

© August 29, 2014
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Thursday, August 21, 2014

Just a thought POV - a poem by Cindy J. Smith

Just a thought!

You can look at dark clouds
And count the rain drops
Or scan for the puddles
And do "Puddle hops"

You can look at morning
As the end of sweet dreams
Or see a beginning
Of all your hope schemes

You can look at heartbreak
As the end of all true love
Or gather the message
It's sending from above

You can look at your life
As a challenge, a test
Or an amusement park
And pick rides that are best

© Cindy J. Smith

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

CURSE - a poem by Cindy J. Smith

A greater curse
I cannot find
Than to be lost
Within your mind

Reality is
Out of your reach
Cannot explain
With jumbled speech

Don't remember
What you have done
Or why it was
Ever begun

Family tries
But bridges burned
Frustration leads
To no concern

Locked in your mind
Through day and night
Life is not fun
But daily fight

You can't show love
Nor share your fears
Nor feel their hugs
Nor see their tears

Pray for the ones
Who cannot cope
For families
Who've lost all hope

© Cindy J. Smith

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Happy Birthday In Heaven, Mom -- a poem by Eleanor Lambert


Twenty four years ago
our dear Mother was laid to rest,
It seems like only yesterday
she was by our side, full of zest.
We have many memories
of the times we had together
She was always so full of life
no matter what the weather.
Mom would love to walk or ride a bus
to the stores even just to browse,
And walk around from store to store,
it seems for hours and hours.

I will never forget the many many times
we went to the C N E;
Always so much fun to go with her,
as she was always so full of glee.
Not one to spend a lot of money
but she loved her chewing gum,
And there was never a dull moment
when we were with “OUR MOM
She would make us laugh
until we cried,
Oh,  the fun we had
just to be by her side.
Now we are all looking forward
to that great day,
When we will be with her again
in our Home far away.
I know that she is there
and is looking down on us,
And know that she is praying
that we will not miss THAT BUS.
She is hoping we will be ready
when our time comes to die,
So that we will be with all be together
with JESUS in our Home
                                          “ON HIGH”



Friday, August 1, 2014

"Painting Life" - a poem by Cindy J. Smith


As you move on
From day to day
You paint your world
Along the way

Take a good look
At pallet please
Lots of choices
You will now see

Life is not just

Dull grey and black
Use your paintbrush

Put color back!

Violet, red

Yellow and blue too
Why don't you try

Using a few?

Cindy J. Smith