Fishing

 

(Follow up to "Raindrops".  A brother and a sister.)

 

A freckle faced, blue eyed boy

With his, garage sale, fishing pole

Picking blackberries along the way

Down the road to his fishing hole
 

 

Anticipating the supper he'll catch

And how proud his momma will be

Pure innocence in his boyish grin

Evil lurks, he could never foresee
 

 

He crawls down the muddy bank

Holding fast to his can of bait

Giggling with a worm on the hook

Neither he nor the fish can wait

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

 

 

 

 



Raindrops

 

A beautiful little girl

Dancing in the rain

Unaware of the storm

Or life's impending pain

 

Searching for a rainbow

As she spots a ray of sun

Splashing in the puddles

She hasn't missed a one

 

The last of the raindrops

Rest upon her tiny face

Soaked curls and innocence

Giggles and muddy lace

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

Fractured

One whispered word, I barely heard

Upon your face, a hidden trace

                                                                      It left me fractured

How standing still, takes such will

Must I contemplate, love triumphs hate

                                                                      It left me fractured

Proudly you smile, heart of guile

Yet I forgive, those demons live

                                                                      It left me fractured

Is it bittersweet, again this defeat

I'm sorely broken, take the token

                                                                      It left me fractured


©S. Austin Vincoski
                                                                     

Cars

I'm looking out the window
Watching the cars drive by
I wonder where there going
And am curious as to why

Is it a long business trip
Or off to shop at the mall
Some really speed by fast
Others move by at a crawl

Maybe to hurry off to work
Or home after a long day
Do some live near by here
Did some go the wrong way

I can never see their faces
I assume they don't know me
Because no one ever stops
It's just car after car I see

©S. Austin Vincoski

Destiny

 

If you could hold your fragile future

In the very palm of your hand

Have your destiny revealed to you

As our Lord so perfectly planned

Would you then make differen't choices

Knowing of the trials and pain

Or see through it to the lessons

Then glorify his holy name

Would you feel cheated and regret

If achievement turned failure someday

Or be thankful for the chance presented

As to a fair and just God you pray

Will you shake your fists, frustrated

Seeing that your loved ones must leave

Or be rejoiceful in the knowledge

That in our savior they all believe

When you saw no fruit for each labor

Did you then think, why should I bother

Or see a content, but humble life

And still thank your heavenly father

Only at our Lord's preappointed time

Will our earthly lives then end

And how we've embraced this destiny

Is a journey we all must decend

So will you curse the heaven's in anger

Screaming "This isn't what I deserved"

Or peacefully kneel in your silence

And pray to the loving God you served

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

My Hands

Examining my hands

It's obvious age has won

Oh, but the memories

Of all that they have done

Learning to tie a shoe

Playing a childhood game

Attempting hair and make up

Doodling some boys name

Wearing a wedding ring

Giving housework a try

Rocking newborn babies

Then waving them goodbye

Drying tears of joy

Drying tears of grief

Wringing them with worry

Holding your head in relief

Caring for the sick

Giving to the poor

Hugging without reserve

But oh, so much more

Cooking and sewing

Planting and mowing

Decorating and writing

Nail painting, nail biting

The most rewarding thing

These hands could ever do

Is folding them in prayer

And for this, thanking you

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

 



My Garden

 

I once planted a garden

But my flower wouldn't grow

Though I nurtured it with love

I was to young to know

So many other elements

That I could not provide

There grew a barren plant

In which the future died

For my love was not enough

To make my flower bloom

A life without it's needs

Is a life bound for doom

I pray you find your elements

Your sunshine and your rain

When springtime returns

The warmth will ease the pain

Your the flower in my garden

Seasons change to maturity

I never gave up hope or love

You'd bloom someday for me

 

(FOR BEN)

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

Anonymous

 

I can't hold on anymore

It's emptiness I cling to

They lack the will to love

So Lord, I give this to you

 

I can't fix what's broken

Maybe it was never whole

Mending, I made a mess

So Lord, I give you control

 

They are shallow and unkind

Choosing to be this way

Please humble their hearts

In Jesus name, I pray

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

Heart

 

 

Where does love come from when it begins to grow

 

And how does our heart so fondly know

 

Where does love go to when it withers and dies

 

And how does the heart then say it's goodbyes

 

Where does the heart then learn to move on

 

And how does it heal after love is gone

 

Where does the memory hide that made love true

 

And how does the mind tell the heart what to do

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

My Prayer

 

A simple prayer

Heard when kneeled

The scars I bear

Wounds he healed

Comfort I crave

Quenched by grace

My sins repented

Lamb's blood erase

Forgive my enemies

Love all mankind

Never to judge

My heart will bind

To do your work

Whatever your will

Endure the wrath

Yet remain still

 

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

HEADLINES

 

FORCE OF RACIST POLICE

HANDICAPPED OBESE

PARTIAL BIRTH ABORTION

PONZY SCHEMES, EXTORTION

HARVESTING FETAL TISSUE

GLOBAL WARMING ISSUE

OBAMA CARE FOR HEALTH

DECREASE TAX ON WEALTH

SEX TRADE INDUSTRY

HATE MUSLIM REFUGEE

GENERATIONS ON WELFARE

CONGRESSIONAL NIGHTMARE

BARREN FOREST LAND

GOD AND STATE, BANNED

ECONOMIC CESSPOOL

VACANT CHURCH AND SCHOOL

NATIONAL DEBT RISEN

OVERCROWDED PRISON

TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCE

GUN CONTROL STANCE

ILLITERACY REPORT

CORRUPT JUDICIAL COURT

SCIENCE DEBUNKS CREATION

FUND TERRORIST NATION

THE NEW WORLD ORDER

PROTECT AMERICA'S BORDER

A STAY OF EXECUTION

ANTI BULLYING SOLUTION

NASA LAUNCHED SATELLITE

NATO'S FUTURE PLIGHT

THROWING THE PAPER AWAY

READING THE COMIC'S TODAY

 

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

 



My Dystonia

 

I look into the mirror

And staring back at me

Apathy filled eyes

Numb to what I see

Now my affect is flat

Unable to smile or frown

Just a crooked face

The left side pulling down

My head also tilted

Almost on my shoulder

It's only been three years

I look so much older

These hands unreliable

Any task must wait

My feet drag as I walk

An uncoordinated gait

My voice is unfamiliar

Simple words hard to find

The answering machine me

Is someone I left behind

Constant aches and spasms

Fill every day and night

A curse without a cure

Opponent I can't fight

My family and my friends

Has each gone their way

Unable to comprehend

"Get over it" they'd say

Depression has set in

Like double indemnity

I've isolated myself

My zone rejection free

I used to work so hard

And I was a lot of fun

But now, I am nothing 

My dystonia, you've won

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

So

 

Heretic, lunatic, unimaginably sick

 

                              So you say

 

Complicated, inundated, waste abated

 

                              So go away

 

Manipulative, corrosive, die to live

 

                              So do they

 

Penalized, terrorized, suite your size

 

                              So I stray

 

Platonic, moronic, perversely ironic

 

                              So this day

 

Unrelenting, repenting, life's venting

 

                               So I pray

 

 

©S. Austin Vincoski