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Once

You liked me once
so long ago,
An eye you gave
to me you know.
But now I tend to disappoint
the one whose heart I did anoint.
I wish days of old be back
so joy to you will never lack.
And thus it goes into the sky
the air of beauty that made you sigh.
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Seasons

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Winter ends—-
Spring will sing—-
Snow waves goodbye—-
Dew drops fall—-
Flowers awaken
From under their blankets.

Spring fades away—-
Summer has sprouted—-
All is warm and new—-
Lush green velvet grass—-
Lakes glisten turquoise blue—-
Show me such beauty
I know is true.

Summer gives way to fall—-
Leaves don their face—-
The cold lashes its tongue—-
Trees begin to shed their skin—-
How bare nature looks
When winter sinks its hooks.


Fall has disappeared—-
White has settled in—-
Snowmen stand in numbers—-
Birds are gone again—-
As nature spins its wheels,
God’s beauty slowly reveals.

By L. M. Montes

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Doll House

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Her life is like a doll house,
With everything in place,
A perfect house,
A perfect man,
And children filled with grace.

She talks not like a woman,
But rather as a child,
Playing games,
Skipping rope,
An innocence so mild.

But somewhere deep inside her,
She knows this isn’t like,
No hopes to hope,
No dreams to dream,
Just agony and strife.

One night she just walked out and left,
And made her life her own,
Reaching forth,
Grabbing hold,
You see how she has grown?

By L. M. Montes

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Sonnet I: Winter

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When snow has come and lingered for a time,
The mountains shine like pure white satin sheets.
The jagged rocks that stand and point like knives,
Have but a look of poise and symmetry.
The houses they in hibernation go,
and sink like ships way deep beneath the waves.
Cold air does whoosh in frigid gusty blows,
But stops to peek a while inside a cave.
The birds take off from empty bare tree nests,
To seek their food which they know is not there.
The trees did fall asleep like all the rest
Of this great wintry beauty of no where.
The hunters coming back from years afar,
Do find their world still bright like heaven’s star.

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Forgiveness

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Forgiveness,
a symphony of music
freeing the soul,
A gift,
surpassing all others
because it comes from an enemy,
yet is heart felt.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
the heart cries,
singing a song of anger, rage, and hatred.

Forgiveness,
a light,
guiding on a righteous path,
leading only to God.
A healing that cleanses,
washes,
so contamination is no longer a threat.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
the light slowly dies along with the soul.

Forgiveness,
a freedom,
like the eagle taking flight above the clouds,
carried on the whip of the wind.
A rush of adrenaline,
knowing you have the potential to do all
that is right and good.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
the wings break,
plummeting you to earth,
never to fly again.

Forgiveness,
a dove,
that lay in the heart and soul,
to rest,
bringing happiness within.
A sense of peace,
giving the knowledge that we
will be able to grow as
sweetly scented flowers in
the righteousness of God’s heavenly garden.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
we flowers die,
becoming thorns among men.

Now,
I release unto you
the greatest gift,
that of forgiveness,
sitting on the wings of a dove
as it grants you peace,
flies you toward your freedom
down the path of light to your
Savior’s loving arms.


By L. M. Montes

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Divine Death

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Three men,
Hanging on a cross,
Two are sinners,
One is divine.

Oh Jesus on the cross,
This I ask of You,
Forgiveness and mercy
For my sins,
So I may be with You.


Death’s clutches take hold,
The devil he must fight,
The Son He is the victor,
Not just for me,
But everyone,
So we may rise to heights.


By L. M. Montes

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The Apology

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I sit and look up to the sky,
With heart felt tears within my eyes,
The clouds they float and pass away,
But will this hurt I have caused today?
The leaves they whither and fall to the ground,
Like my heart when this sadness mounds.
This rain and thunder I wish I could erase,
And wipe the pain from you sweet face.
But I can’t change what I have done,
Like the blowing wind the past is gone.
I can only offer this with every part,
And say I am sorry with all my heart.

by L. M. Montes

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Evening

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Twilight comes but once a day,
The sky turns raven black,
Grass and flowers yawn away.

Stars step out to blink and wink
While the moon man smiles back,
A look that only heaven thinks.

The tide rolls in to eat the sand,
While couples stroll along the beach,
Arm in arm or hand in hand.

by L. M. Montes