Golden Odyssey
The golden odyssey existed in antiquity.
This golden existence desired to be free.
The golden odyssey created literacy and manners.
His creation was from a Prince to a King.
The golden odyssey taught little girls and boys by way of organic toys.
The golden odyssey speaks from a brother to his son.
The golden odyssey is not a toy weapon!
The golden odyssey speaks from a brother to his prince.
The golde…
Soul's Sanctuary
Soul’s Sanctuary
My soul’s sanctuary is oftentimes fervent.
The sanctuary stimulates the soul.
It is steadfast soul that never grows old.
My soul is a sanctuary of sacred truths.
It does not belong to Sister Ruth.
My mother’s soul has grown old.
Still, it is a sanctuary of gold.
My soul sanctuary is all my own.
It is a soul which can never be cloned.
It is a soul.
It is all that I own.
I was once a chil…
Wild flower
Wild flower, blow in the wind.
Wild flower, be my friend.
Wild flower, our day will begin again.
Wild flower, my one and true friend.
Breathe on me so that I may see.
Breathe a sweet smelling scent of the yellow bee.
Poems inspired by Battle Enterprise
Bryan & Mary Battle
www.lifetimeoftreasures.com
Perfumed Legacy
Perfumed legacies are exquisite pieces of black diamonds and cultured pearls.
Some legacies are golden treasures for little girls.
The legacy she leaves behind smells of a love divine.
Some legacies know not when they will pass by!
Some perfumed legacies are sweet smelling honeydews.
Other perfumes are alabaster boxes of eternal love.
The perfumed legacy leaves something to cherish.
She speaks of ete…
The Faithful Servant
Time is the enemy of us all.
It shall wait for no man, short or tall.
The faithful servant repeated these words.
He knew that the enemy seeks to devour.
He knew it was the final hour.
He looked to God to bring him some help.
He required assistance from the Man in the sky.
He trusted God to bring him out of the mess.
His faith delivered us from the evil one.
This we must confess.
His faith leads us not…
Two Ships at Sea
A wise man once told me a story of two ships at sea.
These two ships argued over the water.
They tossed fingers at each other and could not get along.
They even made up hateful songs.
One ship filed a lawsuit against the other ship.
The other ship countered and dipped.
Both ships ended up in court.
The plaintiff versus the defendant, along with the cohort.
They argued their case back and forth. Ping-p…
A Thousand Years
A Thousand Years
A thousand years and still we fly.
A thousand years has passed memory by.
These years is just a watch in the night.
The watch and the clock are still ticking;
So why are we frozen in time?
A thousand years and still we learn.
A thousand years and we yet earn.
A child of one thousand years is perfection in the mirror.
The child of tomorrow learns to wipe away tears of sorrow.
In a thou…
Poets of Three
Poetry can be a bird singing in my ear.
Poetry can be a harp of yesteryear.
Poetry breathes past the pages of slavery.
Poetry writes through the hurt and pain.
Poetry is the keys to survival as a people.
Poetry does not rest.
Poetry is not equal.
Poetry is a treasure chest.
We share our history with all humankind.
The rich, the poor, the divine 9.
Poetry is divided into sects by greed.
Poetry can be a go…
Sister, She Wrote
Sister, She Wrote
Sister, friend or foe…
Sister, she wrote!
A sister should be a friend.
A friend loveth at all times.
En todo tiempo ama el amigo.
Sister to sister, she wrote in two language lines!
Why, then would a sister not love her sister?
Does she choose to be her ememy or foe?
If so, she will become her footstool.
For God will make your enemies your footstool.
I will call upon the Lord to be at p…