30 Poems in 30 Days
Why don’t they listen?
Why can’t they see?
Time and time again I tell them,
Why don’t they believe me?
I tell them the truth,
Things for their own good.
Yet, they ignore what I say
Or treat it as a falsehood.
I love them so much,
It really hurts me to see,
Them reject the wisdom of my way,
And receive a life of misery.
–God
Leona J Atkinson
04-30-13
Morning light has come,
Through tender mercy of God.
Dayspring from on high.
Haiku–based on Luke 1:78
Leona J. Atkinson
04-29-13
Red is favored many a time ,
But how can I choose it over lime?
And orange, I really like a lot,
But purple’s great too, is it not?
Yellow is so bright and cheery,
Pink delights when I’m feeling dreary,
Blue calms me with it’s gentle hue,
Yet a light shade of green does that too!
The glitter of gold I love to see,
But the shine of silver is also special to me.
Black has it’s place, as does brown,
How can I possibly choose a color to crown?
Picking a favorite is to hard for me,
For I like them all, as you can see.
Therefore, the choice I’ll leave undone,
For there’s just too many colors to focus on one.
Leona J. Atkinson
04-28-13
Old sayings and proverbs
were what my parents often used
to teach a lesson or make a point.
As a child, I would not be amused,
to hear them speak
with wisdom and wit that was against my will.
Yet now, I the same wisdom I do seek
as a parent relating to my child.
I find myself now repeating
the proverbs and sayings of old,
hoping to convey the message
just as I was told.
Leona J. Atkinson
04-27-13
It’s late and I am seeking sleep,
Yet all that I can find,
Are “what ifs”, “whys” and questions,
Deep within my mind.
“If only” is my companion,
As I search for needed sleep.
Rest I cannot  find,
As the days troubles I do keep.
Worries weigh upon my heart,
And chase the peace away,
Until I turn to God,
Give it all to Him, and pray.
Leona J. Atkinson
04-26-13
If I had the power dreams to fulfill,
Yours I would instill,
If I only could, I surely would.
If I knew the way to ease your pain,
Hurting, you would never feel again,
If I only could, I surely would.
Your sorrow I would banish,
Your dreams would never vanish,
If I only could, I surely would.
I’d bring you hope for the morrow,
and joy for your sorrow,
If I only could, I surely would.
Leona J. Atkinson
04-25-13
Ballad Poem
Alone On A Noel,
I sit and ponder for what seems like an Eon,
asA Lone star shines down on the Lea.
I feel akin to that star, for I too am alone,
Yet my light also shines. La!
Because of the One from above who came down
Nae alone am I,
For Lo! He is always with me, the Bright Morning Star!  Ole!
Leona J. Atkinson
04-24-13
Used Some Words from the Anagram of Leona
Alone, A Noel, Eon, A Lone, Lea, La, One, Nae, Â Lo, Ole,
“Oh what am I to do?”
I hear myself begin to say.
God reminds me I need to pray.
“Oh what am I to do?”
God reminds me His word is true.
I need to trust Him every day.
“Oh what am I to do?”
I hear myself begin to say…
Leona J. Atkinson
04-23-13
Triolet
Celebrating God’s creation,
The beauty of this earth.
I give him thanks and glory ,
For all that He did birth.
Each thing created by His hand,
Is of great worth,
We need to care for and protect,
This place we call earth.
Leona J Atkinson
04-21-13
A fortune in a cookie,
A random chance of fate,
A foretelling of a destiny,
A future does it dictate?
Written by mere man,
A prediction of my days,
Cannot be made on paper,
I care not for what it says,
For my time and portion
Are in the hands of God,
It is He who has predestined me,
It is His path I do trod.
Leona J Atkinson
04-21-13
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 