Michael E. Pond's_ Poetry

Peace regains reliance on nations pulling together. Disputing their facts without war games destroying each other. Saving thousands of lives is what matters most. To destroy all the guns in the world would protect your sisters and brothers from becoming ghosts. Bury your guns throw them deep into the deep water never to be seen again. Open your arms to the homeless and drop some money into their cans. Take back this relentless raid of deception. Release the spirit within you would never mention.... Sign in to see full entry.

To see a happy spirit soaring through the sky oh my! Gliding through the wind so high. Great breezes embrace the air. Made to dry a child's tears. Thunder and lightening drop their rain. Water meant to quench the pain. And after the rain is gone. Flowers open up the scent of dawn. The happy spirit watches over you as you can tell. They do it because they love you and they're your guardian angel. Sign in to see full entry.

Water is God's tears. As you consume them they protect your dreams and guard you from your fears. You have only a minute to witness this strength deep inside. Many times greater than gold and all the riches in the world combined. A tribute to the Holy Life that envisions what you see as destiny. If you could only follow it how incredible that would be. But God he lends his hand. Grasping onto your spirit and bring you to the Holy Land. Sign in to see full entry.

Heaven's white courses shown. Leading us into the bright sweet unknown. Love's a key for all to share. It opens our hearts leading us anywhere. Human emotion's soar as we kindle the earth. Giving us healing rain and natures spirit of birth. As we quench our souls from top to bottom there can be no downs. God's healing power gracefully embraces us knowing no bounds. Sign in to see full entry.

Wind whispers calm in the towers. Cascading romantic breezes coming off the waters. What could ever made this feasible. Distant sights attract what is pleasing. How can we ever find piece of mind to mend our sorrows? When it sails from the clouds to the sea of broken tomorrows. A tunnel of thought that rides on your desires. Sends a shock wave to your soul blazing with fire. Knocking mountains down tumbling to your knees. Flying over the plains like a bird in the breeze. You arrive to the median... Sign in to see full entry.