Pieces of a Poet’s Heart

By Michael Lewis

The poets style allows him to manipulate rhythm in order to rouse the reader to become one with the composition. there are several characters that this literary Work is attributed to; for BreAnna, B. M.L. December's child and I blame me, are works describing the birth and problems he faced with his daughter at birth in 1993. “A Pastor after his own heart” was written in 1984 for two Pastors he served under. “Ode to Danita” was written in 1976, the work is attributed to his first real love.
“Grandma Matteal” was written for his Maternal grandmother Matteal Hayes “Evalina” was written in 2012 for his last Paternal Aunt. The work is attributed to the accomplishments of the Barker family’s legacy. “Patricia Ann Scott Barner” and “Brenda” was written in 2013 for his two sisters who passed that year. “A PIECE OF ME” was written in tribute to his mother Irene Delores Blackston who also passed in 2013.
This book of poetry are poems written about past/current events, education, personal achievements, holidays/Holidays, life, death and just plain entertainment. “The day that I died” was written in 1984, Today the poet teaches sabbath school/service in Stockton CA. as Pastor of Y’ahuah/Y’ahshuahs House Of Prayer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 26, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669812456

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Contents

Tell me who

Rule over you

Happy Father’s Day

Very old saying

Some give thanks

You

Ode To Danita

Angelic

Brenda

A time to choose

Deri The Truth

Miss Barbara

A pastor after his own heart

My December’s child

Time is in your hands

I blame me

The Legacy

The saga

My Pants

America the Beautiful

Lady Jazz

Gotta be free

Happy Mother’s Day

The sins of my father

Count your blessings

BML

What is a lie?

Shout

For BreAnna

Don’t believe the hype

Breathe

Condescension

The Apostolic way

Covid-19

Patricia Ann Scott Barner

Aunt Evelina

Catina Dawson

Eliza Ann barker

Geneva

My destiny

Higher education

Juanita-Perrys wife

Pops AKA - Gene Mann

Put it to use

Lighten heavy my load

Read it for myself

Streets became your father

Texting and driving

Who do you say that I am?

Wipe away my Fears

The Cycle

The day that I died

The greatest gift

The gift

Grandma Matteal

A piece of me

Tell me who

Who makes the angels sing, who created everything?

who is the king of kings, who changed winter into spring?

who has made the sky, who gave us tears to cry?

who gave us both wrong and right, who created both day and night?

who made the sea and the land, who change time with a command?

who has numbered all the sand, who breathed life into man?

Rule over you

The word says obey them, that have rule over you, this is very hard you see, when the rulers act up too.

They never see themselves as wrong, this is just my thought, instead of them teaching others, they’re in need of being taught.

Taught how to observe the rules, applying it to their self, before they can guide or lead, or teach to someone else.

They need to examine themselves, to see if they’re walking in he light, before they judge a situation to make sure their judgements right.

It’s very hard to explain to them, or express how one might feel, when what they openly claim to possess, seems hardly to be real.

They try to pull the Moat that’s seen in someone else’s eye, when there’s a beam that’s blurred their judgment that also blind their sight.

You say I’m wrong for the things I wrote, or even what I write, As children of God, its commanded of us to walk up in the light.

Happy Father’s Day

Tis your day to just relax, and do the things that daddy’s do, sit around and bark out commands, this day is your legal excuse.

To act out on your hidden emotions, or feelings buried down inside, to robe yourself with the finest linen, and stroke the apple of your eye.

You want nothing to come between you and her, not your children, your friends or wife, all you want is to be left alone, with the TV remote all night.

You can sit alone or with your friends, or go out