The quite time awakens
thoughts long thought
forgotten. . .
Awaking memories buried
beneath layers of yesterdays,
pealing away moments of
laughter and tears...revealing
the joys and woes that being
alive brings into ones life.
O quite time, pour out
the memories of yesteryears
created by day to day living
Least I forget mistakes made
and am tempted to make the same
Sleep not O memory! Awaken!
Mingle with the quite time
Renew with memories of old
thoughts to strengthen my heart
mind, and soul.
2:31pm January 5, 2019
Tho my heart was broken
I thought beyond repair
In my heart I always knew
That God was always there.
That the shivers of pain
cutting into my heart
Angels would repair...
with love and tender care.
That as long as my faith
is stronger than heartache
and strive.....I may stumble
and fall but I won't stay down
as long as I put God first
in my life.
1:33pm January 18, 2019
The Positive Side of You
Don't let other peoples'
.......get you down
Use your positive side
too turn things around.
There are those who thrive
on feeling superior to others
Those who would destroy
another's dreams, to make
their own dream come true.
When there are decisions
to be made- that only you
can make... think logically,
and strive to make your
dream come true..... reach
down deep and tap into
the positive side inside of you.
11:00 am January 25, 2019
Some things one remembers
Breaks their heart in two
Other things one remembers
Gives one the strength to
journey on, tears, like a
Sparkling stream, loosening
Memories, that one sparkle
At a time...comforts the heart
And eases the mind.
If not for memories kept
Of the times we laughed; of times
There would be nothing but the
Moment we are in...to live
Over and over again.
Worst of all - love would be lost
Too the darkness.
One remembers things for a reason
To relive the things that broke
Their heart; or to remember the love
That put their heart back together
When it fell apart.
7:11 pm January 26, 2019
Learning one new thing
ones knowledge,in so many
What one learns from living
life, may some day,keep
him from making the same
When one learns about life
from experience, the
lessons last longer and
makes one stronger, than
learning about life, from
the experiences of others.
Learn from life-for experience
builds character and makes
us who we are today.
Survive the bad times-
Clinging to your faith.
11:59am January 29, 2019
When wickedness gets its arms
Around an innocent heart
Wickedness releases not its hold
Until its drained the heart it stole.
"My love, I love you so...
Here's my money and my gold.
My heart is yours always.
I cannot live without hearing your voice
I long so to feel your touch on my skin.
To feel loved, needed, and like a woman
The wicked thrive on the money, partying
Day and night, on the stolen gold.
"I love you my dear...can you help me out
I need money- will you send some cash to me?
I can get things in my life back to normal,
You see, if you help me, I will
Come to you and never let you go."
Time passes,bank account and heart get drained
No more calls, and...O the tears that fall
For something gone that never was.
Surely, Hell shall engulf the heart scammers
Who for riches and gold
Spin webs of lies and deceit
-To break the hearts of unsuspecting souls.
7:03pm February 7, 2019
Lord, don't let me waver
in my faith...
When times are dark
and my heart wants to
break, raise my spirit
above the doubt in the
Faith is the cure for
all things that bring
hurt and pain.
Let me not doubt your
power...Let not my
faith in my time of need
Heal the sick
comfort the broken hearted
Guide the lost out of the
Strengthen faith that
the faithful might endue
9:23pm February 8, 2019
Thoughts About Love
Where there's love in the heart
There's love in the home.
Love has the power to change
ones mind and/or heart.
Never underestimate the heart
whether it belongs to you or
Love can conquer he fear of
loving, after a heart has been
A moment with love can change
Love doesn't need permission
Love is the key to living a full
Hate can only destroy a loving
heart if one lets it.
Once touched by love, one never
- Jan Tetstone
11:38am February 14, 2019
Until you've had freedom taken away
Until you've watched a new life ,struggling to live, die in your
Until you've walked in my shoes
Leaned over a casket to kiss your child good bye
learned the hard way that gays are evil, deranged
excuses for human beings-who sexually assault babies
Don't talk to me about the gay life style being normal
Don't tell me about a woman's right to choose
9:57am February 16, 2019
The quickest way to lose a friend is to under estimate their
ability [insight] to see beyond themself. We learn lasting lessons -
when we are a part of the lesson. -Jan Tetstone
The difference between living in an
imaginary world and the real world:
0ne exists only in the imagination
and the only factual events are those
one often seeks to hide in their own reality.
When in reality, in the real world,
there is no escape from the real that
one faces daily.
The mind: the curtain between sanity and
9:25am February 24, 2019
Thoughts of Mine
Writers who create fantasy worlds , written on paper or air
to deceive humanity; to strip, even one, of their true
Identity- with the betrayal of words- shall find in the
end- truth's reality.
On the journey through life, minds weaken, over time, to
greed and lust, forgotten the superior mind of innocence;
left behind all sense of time, to live in a fantasy world
that was created, not by flesh and the labor of any part
of humanity- but by the darkness, encaged by flesh; a
Innocence was born from words spoken before this world was
formed - any who find delight, striping away the purity,
first born by words-to be passed from man to man- shall
find in God's time- that hell waits not to burn the flesh
it waits, its time, to swallow up earths evil-tormented minds
Those who knew not that by their own betrayal of words, they
create for themselves, a living hell for all eternity.
Words have the power to create but words also hold the power
11:27am March 7, 2019
Flowers of Knowledge
Wake from your sleep O flowers of knowledge planted so long ago
Let the sweetness of your words flow. Hidden too long the wind of
understanding that rides the water but never touches it. Blow wind
sweep away the ignorance that traps love inside hearts.Rise up water
for the flowers awaits to clinch your thirst.Terry no longer apart
for your winds must be set free too cleanse souls. For, too long
have mourned your passing and cried out for a sip of your water.
Wake from your sleep O flowers of knowledge planted so long ago.
Let the sweetness of your words flow, a reminder of the unseeable
laid to trap innocent souls.
10:55am March 10, 2019
Linger not in yesterdays...
Let not what is no more
steal your happiness away.
Waste not one moment
waiting for the past to
return what was lost to you...
For nothing in this world
stays the same...
Life is a journey
Life's roads change.
12:27am March 23, 2019
Seasons of Life
Life is a strange thing
Where flowers and weeds
grow together in Spring.
Where Summer and Fall
reap the joy and the woes
that living brings...
Where Winter appears
and the years turn into
precious memories, or
sad memories encaged
in frozen tears.
Life is a never ending journey
filled with mountains to climb
or fall off of.....
Oceans to swim or drown in...
Flowers to pick or watch die
on their stem...
Hearts to break or hearts to
Life is a never ending journey
of happiness or sorrow
filled with memories of yesterday
that gives one reason to give up
or hope for a better tomorrow.
Never allow worldly things to guide your actions
before taking the matter to heart. -Jan Tetstone
The Little Girl Dressed in
A little girl, dressed up in black, from head to toe,
watched quietly the scene before her unfold.
Standing in front of the flower draped casket, a gray
headed man- with an open Bible in his hand,begins to
speak, the little girl, who had been silent, until now,
suddenly, raised high her small hand.
'Speak, my child.'
'Where is my daddy? Why isn't he here with me? He never
lets me go places... Unless he's with me....'
The man did not answer, just stood there in a daze, as
if he'd lost his voice.
The little girl's mother, who was setting next to her,
took the little girl by the hand.
'Daddy was called away...' she said, wiping a tear from
'My daddy's gone!' the, teary- ey ed, little girl asked,
staring up into her mother's face.
'But I miss my daddy being by my side...'
Another tear fell from her mother's sad eyes.
'Do you remember, what your daddy said, the last time he
held you in his arms, and, jokingly, placed your hand
over his heart?'
The mother's words brought a sparkle to the little
girl's tear- filled eyes.
'Yes, I remember, Mommy, Daddy placing my hand over his
heart. We laughed, and played
hide-and-seek.....Sometimes, he hid so well from
me.....I cried because I couldn't find him...'
The mother reached over, took one of the little girl's
hands, and placed it over her heart.
'Then what did daddy tell you...precious child?'
Getting up from her seat, the little girl walked over to
the casket, placed one hand on the casket, and the other
hand over her heart.
'Daddy told me he loved me ... If there was ever a time
we had too part....all I have to do is look for him...
inside my heart.'
Turning to her mother, a smile on her face, out of the
The little child said, 'Daddy told me, mommy, I can
always count on you.'
Again, setting, down next to her mother. The little girl
leaned over, and whispered in her mother's ear 'Don't
cry mommy, daddy is not gone.'
Then, gently, placing her tiny hand, over her mother's
'He lives right here.'
12:24pm April 5, 2019
Fantasy and Make Believe
I needed to see the world beyond me
how others live, believe, and, through
their eyes, see.
I wanted to know why some feed the
world, with pen, fantasy and make believe.
The power of words to create worlds is
nothing new...in ancient times foolish
men would come together, pens in hand,
talk for awhile, and pen words, like
those today do.
What is the purpose, of twisting reality?
After reading the words, penned by
mischievous hands, I begin to understand.
When ones world is incomplete, void of
human compassion- filled with emptiness,
creating a make believe world can give
one reason to live a loveless life, or
fill an empty world with imaginary bliss.
O foolish man, reality is for living, and
nighttime sleep for dreaming...
Fantasy and make believe for those who have
forgotten how to live.
11:41am April 1, 2019
The Old Man
The old man, his body weak and deformed, from a long and hard life,
set on the river bank.
Every day, since he was a wee lad, he had came to this spot,
to dream about his future or just too think.
Suddenly, the old man heard something falling through the tree
limbs above his head, his old weak-fragile limbs, hindered his
The decayed old oak limb fell next to him.
Tears, streamed down his face, from his sky blue, tired old eyes.
The old man ,slowly, raised his boney-hand to touch the decaying
A tear, making its way to the ground, fell on the old man's
"Lord... thank you.... for the strength, to make it here ..." the
old man said,
pulling the rope swing, attached to the old oak limb, to his bent
and holding it against his clean- shaven chin.
They found the old man the next day, clutching the rotting swing,
with the old
Oak limb laying next to him.
12:51pm April 10, 2019
Our Baby's Time
The sun was shining brightly
Flowers of every color blooming
Red birds and blue birds, together,
joyfully, singing... and two small
children laughing and playing...
"What's wrong Mama?" a little blonde
headed boy asked his mother, who was setting
in between him and his smaller sister, on the
back porch, with the ground under their feet.
The mother's arms drew both closer to her,
all the while ,she was asking God to help her
find the word to say.
"Sonya's gone...God took her to Heaven.
He takes babies from other families every day."
"Why did it have to be our baby," the little boy
wanted to know; tears streaming down his face...
"It was our baby's time." the mother said, praying
God would not let tears show on her face-and give
her breaking heart away.
Then an unmovable cloud fell over every thing...
Lost the peace and beauty of the day,
beneath tears that could not be wiped away.
4:07pm April 29, 2019
Happy 48th Birthday Sonya.....
Love you always, forever and a day. Mama
Others, Before Us
Others, before us, walked through life
Not knowing what lay ahead...
Many were homeless, beneath the sky,
a pile of leaves for a bed.
Many were not rich in worldly things...
But by the labor of their hands, and
the sweat of their brow, their families
were clothed and fed.
Many were lowly born, with, only, their
love for God and family, to keep them going.
Many a faithful soul, before us, endured,
in Jesus' name, that their offspring who
followed in their foot prints, might find
some amount of comfort
In the legacies they left behind.
10:12pm April 21, 2019
Moments Already Spent
Don't let yesterday's tears
rob you of happiness....
The past is gone, regardless
of how is was spent.
For every thing there is a time,
a season and a reason.
There is a time for love to grow
and a time for love to let go.
Live life moment by moment
One breath at a time is all we get.
Waste not a moment worrying
about moments already spent.
11:02pm May 5, 2019
Thoughts to Ponder
Look for the things in the day that
will touch your heart and give you
reasons to hope and dream-
put negative away.
As different as we may appear to be
we are threads, woven together,
hearts, minds, and souls
intertwined by life-
into the whole of humanity.
10:11am June 3, 2019
I know not what this day
but it holds those closest
to my heart
and another chance
to be and dream.
Critics[and some writers] throw the word
'sentimentalist' around like it's the
Writings by Sentimentalist writers have
even been called 'terrorist activity'
Like the thought of feeling emotions is a sin,
Like it's wrong to write anything that might
cause people to feel, or start feeling something
I'm a heartwriter and writing from the
heart, is what I do.
It doesn't take asking a critic, for me
to know the events in my life, that tears,
love and faith, helped me through.
Without emotion-with ,only, reason to go
by.. written words would be cold...
Sentimentalist writers write with heart
When written words move another in such away
as to: bring tears to their eyes; put a
smile on the face of one who hasn't smiled
in years...or cause one to be reminded of
their own humanness ...I fail to see where logic
and reasoning fit in to the telling part of
writing poetry or prose.
If one writes without emotion, how does it benefit
the reader...The disconnect of heart and emotion
from writing leaves the reader clueless, and lacking
in understanding, as to what the writer wrote about.
While not true of all writers-the majority of human
beings are Sentimentalists at heart.
7:49pm June17, 2019
Thoughts to Think On
In the end there will be nothing hidden...
the liar shall be overcome by the lies
told....and each man's life but a thread
to his soul.
The teachings of deceit shall shine under
truth's light...and the deceitful shall
learn, the price for filling the world and
the souls of the innocent, with the darkness
of the night. -Jan Tetstone
2:13pm July 1, 2019
When your world feels
Like its turned upside down,
Raise high your shield of faith
Put your faith in high gear
and turn things around.
4:01pm July 25, 2019
A place in which my life and my god
can exist as one, away from the negative
into which each were born to hunger for
the kind of peace, that feeds the soul
and strengthens the weak.
A place called "home" that's filled with
love, and covered with a blanket of faith,
that gives comfort to those who sleep and
wake cuddled to their inner faith.
3:47pm July 25, 2019
Love is shown every time
someone does something
for another with the best
of intentions...out of the
goodness of their heart.
Don't judge someone you
have no way of knowing...
we all have our trials,
and burdens to bear.
God is my strength
when I am weak...
My pillow of hope
when the worldly
makes me doubt the
sun will shine again.
The love in my heart
when I need a reminder
that love has the power
The heart of humanity.
1:16am July 25, 2019
When night falls
with a single
Faith is its
is better than
love to lose.
for a reason
to lessen blame
for made mistakes.
Life has secrets
Love is a part
of man's whole.
Love that is blind
is love that kills
Love, never expecting
love in return, has
rewards of its own.
August 15, 2019 12:21pm
Ride the Winds
Every day is the beginning of old things anew
Wake, O soul , let me not walk blindly
in the day I'm travelling through.
Lift my spirit above the turmoil created by
doubt and uncertainty....
Show me the things I should do- that my
outer eyes may not see.
Fill my heart with love enough to ride the winds
of time and give me the courage to stand firmly
against life's rising tides.
3:16pm August 31, 2019
From a Trail of Tears
From a Trail of Tears
and so much more,
Love created a melting
pot of hope and peace.
Mended hearts, renewed
faith, the past lays
sleeping in yesterdays.
Hope for tomorrow was
paid for by a Trail of
Tears and so much more.
Hate and war cannot de-
stroy, the melting pot
created by love.
When are we going to learn,
the beast has always been
here, manipulating people, and
using hate and fear.
Wake up, open your heart,
along with your eyes
Stop blaming children for Crimes
against humanity and dignity,
Stop blaming children for the sins
of adult men and women
strive for a world where love, hope,
and peace lead...and the hearts of
men (as in humanity) opens to all,
regardless of color and creed.
Stop blaming children's crimes
against another's dignity,
Stop telling children
'all the world is underhanded'
then proclaim yourself a seeker
Give children reason to believe in
Teach them that it's because of the
Trail of Tears and so much more
That Americans of the melting pot
have learned to respect each other's
right to life and liberty.
Teach children, by example, that love
has been, and always will be, the key
to peace. -Jan Tetstone
5:11pm August 20, 2019
I am French, Cherokee, and Irish.
This was written in response to a poem I read on a MWC board.
It's a waste of time to try to teach a heart writer rules for
writing.. Smile. jt
Re: From A Trail of Tears /long poem
Reply #1 on: September 06, 2019, 08:54:20 PM
Reading this I understand why you call yourself a heart writer. The
heart is indeed more powerful than the mind. It is through
identification with the mind that most are unwittingly hypocrites.
The world rationalizes and uniforms minds by coupling mind to the
symbolized flows of conditioned values. Somehow we have forgotten we
are not the mind, and most identify the Self with the egoic desires
of the mind which seeks to consume the world for the benefit of its
own body. It is the heart that transcends the mind, and lights the
path towards a better world. This modern age is like a second
Nimrod's Babel the world is a rationalized prison of exploitation.
Unless we can learn to listen to our hearts, we will continue to
allow our mind to delude ourselves and others.
Thank you for your heart felt and illuminating poem Jan
No one knows the hour
or the time that life and death
shall meet and loved ones
Worry not about the things
to come that you may never
Waste not a moment
worrying about unchangeable
Live in the moment
love in the here and now
there is no promise of life
after a breath is taken...
Life is much to dear and
the length of one's life is unknown
There is a time for every thing
under the sun....
Things that will and won't
There are reasons why
some give up, and cry over things
come and gone...
While others wipe away their tears,
lift higher their shields of faith
and journey on.
Faith comes from believing
in something greater than
we are. -Jan Tetstone
11:27 pm September 8, 2019
Thoughts of Mine
Keep faith in the day
turn not away from
the Light that draws
Believe with all your heart
in faith's power to heal
the outer you, and its power
to keep safe the spirit that
dwells inside of you.
God gives the faithful the
power to heal according to
3:22pm September 12, 2019
The test of ones faith
is an inner one.
Think not that man is god.
Science is the devil's tool...
Used to turn the most
into the mind of a fool.
3:10pm September 12, 2019
Lord, The darkness that once slept with the stars
has betrayed the day. Light grows dim beneath an
empty sun, as the blueness of the sky fades to an
unnatural gray; Mortal eyes cannot see the invisible
armies of demons sent from hell to kill the soul.
11:27pm Sept 11, 2019
There is nothing more one can do
after all one can do is done.
Once a thing is done
it's always done, regards,
of the number of changes made.
Getting older gives one more time
to ponder life with heart and mind.
O how nice it would have been,
to know what I know now, way back then.
Believe with your heart- your beliefs.
5:56pm September 10, 2019
The fool is he who hides behind
flickering sparks of ignorance
-to feed lies to unsuspecting minds.
3:10pm,september 9, 2019
Someone has to think about the future of today's children.
Who will it be? Who, besides the solder, will defend the
right of all to live and die free?
Are not innocent children worth the blood, sweat and tears
it takes to water the liberty tree?
Have we learned nothing from history!
As for me, like those who guarded liberty for me,
I am willing to sacrifice all, to insure future generations
inherit the torch of liberty -that all past, freedom loving,people
passed down to me. -Jan Tetstone
3:58am September 19, 2019
In the silence, I set, with quietness surrounding me.
With nothing but my thoughts to keep me company
In a world so quickly fading into a memory,
Clinging not to the worldly, I wait, faithfully, for
A tomorrow that may never be. -Jan Tetstone
1:02am September 22, 2019
Have you not the eyes to see
the black threads of light
lurking behind every silver thread
Have you not the ears to hear
the waves of tears drawing near?
The angels watch and the angels hear,
What will be, drawing near.
Have you not the heart to stand in
the waters, to fight and bend, with
the winds of time...to spare but one
kind thought for the stranger whose
heart has been broken...?
The angels stand in the trenches of
man's blood, sweat, and tears; unmoved
by the waters or the wind...to give
hope to those whose hearts have been
broken. -Jan Tetstone
5:42pm September 25, 2019
Heart Felt Message
The people of the world are no longer willing to sacrifice that the
rich can get richer, while the rest get poorer; While the elite have
the best of everything, and many of the poorest have nothing but
streets and wire cages to call 'home.'
God has blessed America; because the patriotic spirit still thrives
in the majority of American hearts.
Freedom can not thrive in any country where greed sets at the helm
of government; and as long as communism rules, ones thoughts and
Take your country back by putting effort into weeding out any
foreign owned banks and companies that have shown little or know
respect for the values and traditions passed down from times of old.
Just by doing what the heart dictates is morally right, just by
taking a stand for the right of a matter, thing change for the
better, be it ,sometimes, slowly.
There is safety in numbers; but there is endless power in 'truth.'
The crumbs of life are sweetest when hope fills ones daily plate.
10:08am October 4, 2019
Like You Once Watched Over Me
I fly above the stars at night
intertwine with daylight's light
to brighten up your memories of me
when the world dims your faith,
draws tears from your eyes, and turns
your day into night.
I set next to you when you are missing
me, to touch your memory.
When you lay down at night, you don't
see me, but I'm laying next to you.
With out stretched wings, I cover you
with my love, as you kneel to pray.
You don't hear me .but I ask my Heavenly
Father to dry your tears, give peace
to you, and to give you the faith and
courage to make it through another day.
May a smile always be found on your face
when you think of me....Think not that
I am gone....I am now an angel you cannot
see-watching over you like you once watched
over me. - Jan Tetstone
2:28pm Oct 23, 2019
We end up where life takes us
regardless of where we were
when our life begin.
It's not the beginning that
counts in our life.
It's where we, as individuals,
stand at the end.
From humble beginnings
man has stumbled throughout
life, holding to his faith,
during happy times, and times
of heartache and strife.
But it is in our lowest times,
our greatest times of need
that God's angels come to
visit and remind us, that
the world is far from perfect
and our life is where it's
suppose to be.
If I am good enough for God
with Jesus by my side
I will journey through life
striving, not to please others,
but to please my god who has
long watched over me.
9:15am November 10, 2019
Loneliness is a sad place to be
I've been there a time or two;
Drowning in self-pity, forgetting
that Jesus has never left me
alone, to carry my burdens.
He's always been there for me.
It's easy to find short comings
in one's self- when loneliness
allows self pity to fill one's
mind with self doubt...
We are all on a journey, ups and
downs, is what life is all about.
There is no promise of tomorrow
or that one's day will be free of
When lonely times come around and
tears fill your eyes, remember the
love it took for Jesus to bear the
And the loneliness He endured to
ensure the faithful a safe journey
home. -Jan Tetstone
12:32pm November 10, 2019
In the quiet buds blossom
unhindered by sounds of life.
Blooming to share the beauty
untouched by worldly strife.
Quiet bears witness to unseen
beauty, that only the inner eyes
The beauty created by a loving
God that gives birth, in the
quiet, to one's inner peace.
1:19pm November 25, 2019