God's Love Poems of a Mother's Love Lover's Love

Diaper
by Roger W Hancock

Diaper chore falls to yore.
Father says,“Mother dear
Full of cheer
Diaper filled with dip”
Mother says, “Father dear,
Get off your rear!
Is it filled with lead?”
Father says, “Mother dear,
Your skill is so very clear,
Time for me to go to bed.”
Diaper fresh by baby’s flesh,
Mother’s love so dear!

Copyright March 7, 2004 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

Created for Us
by Roger W Hancock

Oh little one please smile,
Let your dark eyes brighten.
Tears that roll past your nose,
Now can dry, for you I love.
Too young to understand,
Time to bring you to my side.
To this family you were designed,
It was you that we selected.
Our discipline may seem tough,
With love we care for you.
You will wonder, we understand,
The ones that gave you life.
Whatever reason may they have,
Loving you, they gave you up.
Now you’re ours, we thank God,
Who created you for us.

Copyright 11-28-03 Roger W Hancock www.FoolBay.com

Mother’s Prayer

by Roger W Hancock

Love’s first embrace,

To teach, pass on;

Unceasing prayer,

That I not stray.

The hurt I cause,

Cannot break the ties,

Built when just a babe.

Love passed out,

Without condition,

Through love’s tears,

To wash her pain.

Her trust in God,

When I do not,

Restrains me,

In God’s sight.

Mother’s fervent prayer,

God’s Son shines,

Life on mother’s child.

Strained Yet Stronger Love

by Roger W Hancock

Our family may not have been so close.

We chipped each other’s shoulders.

You caused me pain unjustified.

I caused you pain when I rebelled.

Though time would pass I still would visit

I never have forsaken you,

I come around even more these days,

Than those that now are passed.

Even though we built a barrier

The bond is greater still.

Standing stronger yet this day,

Bonding love ‘tween mother, son,

Shall never fade away.

Ó Copyright May 2, 2004 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

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Mother’s Love

by Roger W Hancock

Cradled close to mother’s breast,

nourishment of food with love.

Sweet voice . . . oh so soft,

Calms the fears of childhood.

Gentle touch of mother’s love,

Nurtures . . . child’s heart.

Mother, closest friend, the first,

Kindles young ones trust.

Caring touch of kiss to heal,

Hurt of scratch and bruise.

Scolding when protection needed . . .

Love’s . . . tough . . . embrace.

Mother’s arms around enwrap;

Hugs enforce the bonds.

Expressed love proclaimed,

Lesser as years grow past.

Maturity shy in adolescence,

Mother knows to wait it out,

Knowing we will learn so soon,

Wisdom she tried to share.

Still in love advice to give,

To save us from hard times of life.

Mother’s been there, then and now,

When the need arise.

If not recent . . . love expressed,

I love you, Mom, this day.

Ó Copyright April 21, 2004 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

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Miscarried Love
by Roger W Hancock

The loss of child, short life lived,
worse than pain of miscarriage?
Does mother not talk and caress,
The baby within her belly?
The plans, anticipation, then…
Unrealized reality of future dreams?
Tears of loss freely flow,
Facial features moistened, sad.
Mother’s love, father’s pride,
Grows as baby forms in womb.
Does dad not hug, the child within,
Wrapping arms ‘round mother’s belly?
Selecting names from dad’s pride,
From mother’s love, gently label.
Caressing belly, baby’s kicks,
Loving greatly child within.
Little children, teenage rebellions,
Remind of one who never was, but loved.
Remembrance remains, pierce the years,
Loving baby’s lifeless face, still see.
Years pass by, tears roll on,
Wondering what would have been.
Following in a parent’s footsteps,
Had the lifeless child lived?
Cannot convince the parent’s loss,
When pain remains for years.

(c) June 21, 2005 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

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Lover's Love God's Love Mother's Love

              GIFTS

          by Roger W Hancock



From out our love, give we Gifts,

to family, friends in carefulness.

God's gift blood shed, seals the rift,

'tween man's guilt ... God's righteousness.

Gifts we give to those we love.

God's gift to me, He gave to you.

He gave His gift to us He loved.

All we give to Him, ourselves.

Our gift to Him because... He loves.

His gift to clean, our souls enrich.

To live our lives, example led.

He gave his gift without a hitch,

His gift to us, our sin to shed.

God gave his son from paradise,

to serve the sentence for, our crime.

His blood poured out, the sacrifice,

atonement be of God's design.

His gift to us because... He loves.

Love is the Essence

by Roger W Hancock

The lack of love reveals its need,

love shown teaches love.

Love scorned shows man’s frailty,

man is nothing without love.

In love, man and woman are one,

man is fulfilled when in love.

Love is thicker than kinship blood,

love protects love forgives.

Death is love if God’s love received,

love is the origin of all that is.

God gave of love, His son for us,

to give in love is sacrifice.

Love is the essence of Love itself,

love is God… God is love.

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Your Love

by Roger W Hancock

Lord teach me to hear you,

teach me to listen.

How many lessons have I not learned?

What inspiration that now is lost,

because, your voice I have not heard.

To hear you I must know you,

to know you I must learn of you.

Your character to know,

brings trust to build upon love.

Teach me to hear, to know you Lord.

To read your word I learn of you,

your character is truth you cannot lie.

Justice displayed in all your ways.

Your presence so real, I love you so,

to love you is my embrace.

I learn of you in many ways,

relationship grows within your love.

Worthy not I am of your love.

True justice is not how I would judge,

so I rest in you within your love.

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One Great Love
by Roger W Hancock

Growing stronger days to years,
your caress posses my tears.

Sharing, caring we both know,
takes a lifetime, love to grow.

Closer ever, each confide,
soft whisper, posses my ears.

Decades later, still love’s dove,
lifetime affords one great love.

Years of love have floated by,
your touch only… makes me fly.

(c) 1-10-07 Roger W Hancock, www.PoetPatriot.com

Written to my wife, Tracie; prompted by a contest
held by KVI 570AM Radio, Kirby Wilbur. Later edited.

Love Burst
by Roger W Hancock

Unlike any jabbing, stabbing, dull or sharp pain,
nor the gentle caressing touch or slap of face.
Sensation that none of these are able to produce,
Is it pain? Is it joy? Discomforting tickle,
is the closest brief description, I can explain.

Upon first passionate kiss, when I felt your love,
Oooh, a bit of heartburn… no not quite.
Wedding day, more beautiful, than ever seen.
not only tickled chest, but teary eyes as well.
First night of the honeymoon you present yourself,
lust or love to touch, time would prove the tickle.

Synaptic impulse arc love sparks just above the sternum,
love ignites the fireworks, proving lasting love.

Intimate presentation dressed for me,
Still thrills, prompting starburst in my chest.
Occasionally from those lips I love, “I love you,”
That exploding tickle prompts, my lip’s return of love.
Cutesy look you gave, reading this poem unfinished,
sparked again that burst of love, in middle of my chest.

Unlike any jabbing, stabbing dull or sharp pain,
nor gentle caressing touch or slap of face.
Sensation like no other, reserved for the intimate,
Firework display above the closed eye kiss,
projected from within my chest, as… I love you.

Copyright 08-12-07 Roger W Hancock, www.PoetPatriot.com

Love’s Moment
by Roger W Hancock

Oh, yes my sweet embrace,
I gently touch your face.
Corner bistro rendezvous,
Again my love to you.
This place to never leave,
You, I’ll always cleave.
Two coffee scents entwine,
As wine from twisted vine.
This moment stands still,
As you caress my will.
Time’s love life’s broth,
Woven lines of linen cloth.
Time’s arms love’s length,
Parting to test love’s strength.

Copyright 11-17-2004 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

        Love’s Air
                                      by Roger W Hancock

Long slow walk just two, strolling garden park,
Trees hovering, shading, grassy knolls eye’s feast.
Blanket level lay, where lumps of bark had laid,
Basket placed between with mutual taste.

Cold baked chicken, potato salad, tongue’s delight,
Ice packed, grape juice cold, our champagne.
Watermelon still touch-cool, tastes so watery light,
Seeds remind, continued peace, nature’s campaign.

Looking across beauty rare, own love true,
Eyes glinting among waves of wind-tuft hair,
Lips pressed together; fireworks among sky blue,
Twinkles above, among branch foliage; love’s air.

Picnic tastes, sunshine together, two remain,
Seeds will sprout, love grows; nourishment sustains.

Copyright, August 16, 2004  Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

The poem "True Love"
was written for and
then read at my
son's wedding
reception.

I wrote it the
morning of the
event.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[ When sin begat the relationship
repentance must be found.
Foundation for lasting love,
must be upon the Lord.

Without a commitment
to each and God,
selfishness will reign,
and prevent the bond
of Holy Union. ]

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True Love

by Roger W Hancock

Lovebirds together join,

Attracting each the other.

Chirping flight builds,

Upon the love that buds.

True love future goal,

Through the trials build.

Commitment each,

To each and God;

God’s laws secure,

Seals the solemn vows.

Promise made to the other,

A promise made to God.

Lasting love of two;

Greater love of three.

Greatest love divine,

With Christ perfected.

Wedding bells for these,

Rings bind two to God.

Spirit dove encompass,

Enable victory’s trials.

Faith binds the lives,

Love built by trial.

Birds in flight together,

With Spirit dove of love.

This poem was obviously influenced by an old song
that was subsequently used as a jingle.
The jingle still rang springing subconsciously into my
mind as the words repeated the same rhythm.
I need to find the original to see how close it is.

Reach Out

by Roger W Hancock

Reach out and touch

When to touch you cannot

Make it a long distance call

When you can

Reach out and dial

To that loved one so far

Close that long distance gap

When you call

When you call out

To your mother abroad (Father, Brother, Sister, Friend, lover)

You touch her distant heart (her / his)

When you call.

Reach out and touch

Make a long distance call

Close that long distant thought

When you call.

Ó Copyright 11-24-03 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com

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Medicine Woman
by Roger W Hancock

My hearts breaks,
Though you I have.
I have to hold to keep.
I wish were true,
It seem to be,
I only have half of you.
Emotions churn depression,
When love you hold from me,
Unbearable . . . the pain.
My words not heard,
My cries for help,
For you to show your love.
I wish to show
My love through touch,
That each the other love.
Touch not felt,
My cries for love,
For passion each to share.
My mind I feel,
Chemicals churn unbalance,
Each time rejection felt.
Sanity at risk,
In your hands and heart,
Your touch to keep me sane.
No other woman,
Has the power to keep,
My mind in equal balance.
It is only you,
My heart in bondage to,
Your touch to keep me sane.
My brain in pain,
The pressure gains
I want the pain to end.
Your love, my sanity,
You must learn to know,
Your touch of love…
. . . . . . . . My… medicine.

Roger W Hancock Ó July 6, 2003 www.FoolBay.com

Close To You

by Roger W Hancock

You can never be close enough,

Close enough for me, for you.

Lips pressed as petals ‘tween pages.

Fingers intertwined, pulses undefined.

Eye to eye wordless thought,

Silent sights express delight.

Close, close, closer be,

My love, my one, my you.

Never cease amazement,

Touching, kissing, loving you.

Eyes not wander in the wonder,

In the wonder of you.

Cleaved together a single shadow,

Closer still to be to you.