"Life isn't always at it's best but the Lord's blessings are always the best." Yolanda Morton
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"Life isn't always at it's best but the Lord's blessings are always the best." Yolanda Morton
My nickname.
Yolanda Morton's small Easter table decor 2026
#, writers, love poem, publisher, artist
Wind in My Ear
Yolanda Morton
THE DEVIL'S DUE
Oh you didn't know what the devil gives you
he comes back to take twenty times two
yes you always pay more than he lends
in return your heartache never ends
how could you sell your soul for a joy you'd never receive
by giving in to temptation, you gave him the chance to deceive
once you played the game he seized your soul
you're forever indebted to his treachery, his manipulitive control
why were you so weak, so easily fooled by his charm
your spirit must have been angry not to have sounded the alarm
now your life feels bad gaining trouble you didn't expect
whatever Satan pretends to give he always comes back to collect
you can run but there's nowhere to hide
he owns you since you've allowed him inside
you purchased a pain you never bargained for
ever since Lucifer walked in your door
the one yo left wide open for him to show his evil so cruel
just remember for one moment you enjoyed playing his fool
by taking his offer and all he had to give
only noticing now he's hurt you where you live
it was your soul that let him creep in for the taking
now you're enslaved, you belong to him for the making
entrapped, discontent, he usese you as his tool
your life is no longer your own, from now on, you the devil shall rule
I'm Poet and Author Yolanda Morton. I hope anyone who reads my poetry finds it appealing. I love writing. I was just born with it. I always have a pen and pad available as we writers all know a creation can pop up at anytime, any place no matter what we are doing. I love pencils, pens, markers and writing paper. It's funny how the smallest things can get one excited? When you get a chance, check out my work and comment if you like?
A lovely spiritual poem.
Yolanda's poem about falling in love, lust, desire.
Yolanda Morton's poem about hot flashes and menopause. This poem came to me while I was as a friend calls it "flashing" having a personal summer.
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Yolanda Morton
When Answers Come
As I grow older it seems to me that us humans live to be loved
it's as if we fear we'll die without it, we'll suffocate in our emotions
we need our parent's nuturing approval
we want our children to like us and to accept we are only human
we want the earth shattering, fourth of july burning, romantic love
we melt when our grandchildren call out to us
with all the needs, wants and desires I've learned that simply loving me
is the best love of all if I should find myself left on my own
as a human I yearn for love's many perfections but if they fail me
I will be all right because I'm so blessed to love me
Wind in My EAR
Yolanda Morton
Between Friends
sometimes we make mistakes
wasting moments on the time it takes
to play the game with foolish pride
while keeping our feelings locked deep inside
but finding a friend is like finding a treasure
hidden deep and full of pleasure
the fun times so enchanted
all too often we take for granted
sadly received is the purchased pain
as the shadow of doubt casts a strain
hopefully time will make amends
with the lessons learned between friends
Wind in My Ear
Yolanda Morton
Time That Fleets
peeking through the trees
remembering what used to be
backward with one swift breeze that fleets
the things, the people I've touched, etched in my memory
arms spread open to hugs and grabs for those
close in heart, in spirit, unwavering gratitude
when life's occasional moments can smell as great as a rose
other times pricking its thorn, conforming one's attitude
running, jumping, laughing and sometimes crying
sometimes forging ahead, other times nowhere bound
long days of relentless rain and the detriment of the denying
dizzying spins, deep cuts, painful realities that turn you around
knowing the evils that brought you here yet wanting so badly to forget
only to realize the past is never really gone, just hidden
blowing my stack, surrendering, defying to keep in check
reaching for grace to guide my way, desperately needing escape the forbidden
Wind in My Ear
Yolanda Morton
The Whistling Man
the whistling from a room
emptied long ago by a bride and groom
passionate moans
once spilled loud with magical groans
the loud yet distant whistling man
haunting sounds from the place he used to stand
an abandoned soul left a realm so long ago
finds himself stuck in a place he does not know
his tune delivered sadness
where years ago he gleefully touched much gladness
shared with a lover in a space where a door is now closed
amid their once sacred passionat throes
in his deep longing he whistles a song
that he repeats all the day into the night long
experiencing some joys made inside his unwanted pain
in a tme lost all alone his heart-felt whistles still remain
Yolanda Morton's current book of poetry.
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