Don't Wait Too Long

Don't Wait Too Long
By: R. A. Slater
4/3/13

My finger hovers over the mouse
I hesitate and think
What will the reaction be
To the question I am sending
Will he laugh and say no?
Maybe he will send a 'yes' instead?
What if he doesn't reply at all?
The longer I wait
The more I hesitate
Out of fear of the unknown
But if I don't hit send
I will never know

Spectrum

Spectrum

By: R. A. Slater

04/02/13

One day I took a good hard look

At the Law they called the Word

And could not comprehend the stark shadings

Of absolute light and absolute dark

There was no warmth of love here

Only the harshness of fire and cold

Because it is just chapter in a book

And does not tell the all

Of the depth of His creation

The spectrum of His character

The deeds that He had done

One cannot look at the Law

Without looking at the Love

Sprinkled in the moments in-between

Like a jealous lover

Coveting our attention

His temper He sometimes lost

But remembering Himself

He draws close to us

Our hearts to woo

As He asks for our forgiveness

How can we say no to that?

Forgive as we’ve been forgiven

Love as we’ve been loved

Fully and passionately without reserve

Risking it all for a capricious one like us

There is no black and white in this place

Nor flitting shades of grey

For here the full spectrum resides

In the hearts of Men

Not in the pages of a book

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Fresh Meat

Usually I just let my poetry speak on its own, I figure it's usually pretty straight forward.  But since today is the start of the April Poem A Day challenge at the Writer's Digest poetry blog Poetic Asides I thought I'd just give readers a heads up.  :)


Fresh Meat

By: R. A. Slater

04/01/13

Here she is

Bright and shiny

Waltzing into our world

Effervescent bubbles

Tickling our noses

As we watch her with our beady eyes

We flex our claws

As we snarl and growl

This is our space

Who is she to think she belongs?

With halo’s sparkling in the night

We tear her apart

Our mouths biting deep

Not caring about truth

Our claws scratch and dig

Not caring if we maim

Blood we must draw

Pain we must taste

For that is the source of our power

Here the Wounded

Here the Wounded

By: R. A. Slater

03/31/13

Last spring my heart was broken

Crushed by a man whose name I never knew

Torn asunder and cast aside

Needing a place to heal

Helpless I searched for refuge

Hounded the fair white halls

Each time I was turned away

A scarlet letter branded on my soul

Heart still bleeding I wandered

The desolate wilderness highways

Until at last I found a spot to huddle

With yesterday’s castaways among the refuse

And there among the garbage I found hope

For here the wounded embraced their own

Stronger together we formed a new family

One who held each other up

And helped each other heal

Beyond surviving we began to thrive

For here there was no false unity

Just a common thread of need

Sewing us together

Hope springing anew among the hopeless

An eternal flower budding fresh this spring

As life takes wing and soars above

Here the wounded become something more

In a Moment

In a Moment

By: R. A. Slater

03/28/13

Caught up in life’s happenings

I try in vain to keep up

So many things to do

So many places to see

I quite lose my breath

As a deluge threatens to drown me

A cyclone daring to stir up

A cacophony of cries

People demanding my attention

And my precious time

For when do I have time

To get caught up in a moment

And listen to the faint whisper

Of the woman I am inside

For failure to do so is my demise

The ceasing of a heartbeat

In Need

In Need
By: R.A. Slater
01/02/13


I am in need of a revolution
As it is the New Year
And I have no resolutions!
I am either happy with my life as it is
Or I have given up
Too defeated to hope for something better
Too scared to even try
Maybe next year!