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H opes of great joy to all A lways upon other families we call P leased to share what we have with others P laying children warm the hearts of all today Y elling and laughter so happy what can we say H appy thoughts as we remember days gone by O ld folks telling others family stories oh my L aughter ringing out thoughout the day I' d have been a fool if I had not visited today D eck The Halls one among the many songs being sung A lways in the hearts of all today is baby Jesus Y ou can feel the love for one another always S inging praises to and about Jesus as we wish all "Happy Holidays" Holiday Acrostic Challenge for Francine Roberts 12/24/2011 Carol Ann Brown 1st Place Winner
C heating can ruin a H appy marriage E specially when there is A lienation of affection T hat deals with someone's E motions and can R uin your love forever.
Yesterday can never come again. All my family were together then. My memories are beckoning, and I want to be where Troubles in that place I know as yesterday Seemed to always melt away So easily! Far into my past - Away, so far away, I wish to flee. Now I face the future. It brings to me a feeling which Seems a little bit like dread As all the new uncertainties swirl inside my head. Though I still have family and many lovely friends, They're in a world their own, apart from mine. Here am I, in my own little world, and To the very end, this is where I'll Stay! Oh, my memories! In golden moments loved ones shine! I long for that togetherness, the joy that I Believe is only found In family because our worlds were not divided then. Yesterday, why can't you come again?
I s a child to be heard? N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me. S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories, I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future, N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for I have never made or heard of any. F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies. I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I C an converse, listen and see, and I A m as normal as you are. So why N ot give me a chance to prove myself? C an you ever give me a listening E ar? Is a child to be heard?
Mountains crumble no more to be Oceans of woe since you left me Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes Everlasting grief with no mend Reminds me daily, it will not bend Inconceivable, this pain I bear My love's not gone, together we'll share In lasting glory at Jesus' feet Serenity and grace, oh how sweet Salvation unites on heaven's shore Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more Only a moment in time we wait Until we meet at heaven's gate
Agony Blood Unrealistic pain Sheer terror Emotional scars that never heal
Great people are raised here; Raul is the poet of his town, And he's an uncle of mine. Courageous with his pen; Everyone knows his name. Motionless by the tree, On top of his famous hill. Nothing stops the writing of, The poet of Gracemont. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dedicated to my uncle Raul Moreno for his undying love of Gracemont. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ever thoughtful and kind, you rejuvenate my days Making me laugh and smile with your ever shining rays In truth, you are amazing, so cheerful and so bright Like a mind-boggling revelation, I can see a new light I often find myself wondering why we never spoke before Economics was rather boring, but we found an open door! Dependently, I discovered one sun inside this darkened place Invariably I understand that there is good within disgrace Caught inside the pains of life, your positivity has a power Kept away from fear and sadness, you sweeten what is sour I cannot describe in mere words how much I appreciate you Now I reach into the dark to find something so new Somehow I will show the world what you have done for me Onwards into friendship, our light they will surely see Never forget that you are awesomtastically brilliant, Emilie!
Twisting the Misery around his Finger, He walks to an isolated place. Embedding his Heels into Sand, Carefully He Offers himself to the Earth. Lucid, Nostalgic Perfumes of a Deceased Love Permeate his senses. Meagrely He closes his eyes, And Remembers. Night time captures the Sun and Sinks into Sand. Darkness, Like Liquid it Slips under the Surface Engulfing the Labyrinth of Light, Eating the morning hue, turning it to mist. Peace is With Him, For Now, He Sleeps.
Mothers are truly God's gift to the world and really for us Oh, they will put things out, even a fuss with a simple touch The essence of their being prevents us from being in a rush Hear their words of wisdom and one will learn very much Even as drivers they shift gears without scraping the clutch Resting a child's head, they simmer a cry with such a hush Saving grace, loving us dearly like a hand with a royal flush
T Though, it officially comes just once a year, H Halleluejah! We should be thankful year long. A Allowing others to gather near, N not just for one day and then be gone. K Keeping love within our hearts, S sending our prayers of thanks, daily to God above. G Graciously sharing our bounty in part, I inviting the homeless and little lost doves. V Vast, should be our generosity, I instead of ignoring, so deliberate. N Nothing else helps your soul to feel, so completely. G Giving a helping hand and hope, to those less fortunate. D Don't be fooled into thinking, you can't make a difference. A As you sit down with a few family and friends, Y you could have been some ones deliverance For Thanksgiving Day contest inspired by Dane Ann Smith Johnsen
Tis' the season born of love He was born up in a stall Enjoy the gift's you receive Christ, the greatest gift of all Hope is what he offered us Redemption for our sins I know that I have been set free Salvation from within Tis' the season born of love Merry Christmas to all Amazing grace we have received So lets answer the call Giving is the greatest gift If given from the heart Follow yours and you shall receive The gift that never parts ---------------------------------------- I know that times are tough but please remember that many families are much less fortunate than us. Many families will turn to homeless shelters for they have no where else to go. Their are many ways to help and the rewards are priceless. The gift of giving is truly the gift of love.
F orever and always A lways be there for you M y hero who turns my frown upside right I want to spend time with you L ove is in the air Y our companion
L Long ago travelled Kings O Opened their minds to prophecies V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way C Company of Heavenly Host A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord D December 25th designated day O On which we recollect W Why/way Christ entered our world N Nativity only part of His story A A new testament T Tells of new covenant between God and His people C Christ's coming to Earth H Hailed as new born King, Holy R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, I Intercedes for us as S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity M Man's belief in God of Love, A As Father Son and Holy Spirit S Shall be saved
M y mother died when I was fifteen months old O h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold T o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children H ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren E each day I wonder why so young she had to go R easons I will never know in this life though S atan did his work in destroying family D evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily E aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny A ttended five children's needs, extra for baby T o family members word was spread_ youngest given H ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven
19 December 2010 Christmas Wreath C ircle band of lights indicating halo H alo of hope to continue the whole year round R ound in shape flows youthful spirit to ingest I ngesting strong hold to never separate S eparation comes when leaves fall and lights taken T aken from ancestors to mundify M undify a sagging spirit in a genial abask A bask we get skylight kindling satisfaction S atisfaction to be God's creation in this world W orld as a whole is the people in raceme R aceme with flowers on stalks that entwine E ntwine fresh wounds to heal and feel amorous A morous display in every life's threshold T hreshold for welcoming visitors every hour H ours countdown soon will be Christmas and New Year to share to everyone Merry Christmas to all.
H onored I am to know you Harry A favorite poet to me you are R ight at the top of my poet family R ise you do enter and win contests Y orkshire man married and a father H umor is surely your forte' sir O h how I wish to be so clever R emember our years at PoetrySoup S eems we became family overnight M aking history year after year A nd I hope for many more years to come N ow I dedicate this poem to you as your Christmas gift ~~~MERRY CHRISTMAS~~~ ~~~Harry Horsman~~~ For:"Gift Exchange" contest of P.D. Carol Brown ~ 2011 3rd Place Winner
R aring to go on my first family road trip O nward bound to cross the ocean by ship A tlantic ocean a remarkable vista to behold D riving with my family traveling the open road T urmoil and tension inevitably begins to erupt R aging tempers flare as our parents get abrupt I nnocent children witness the beginnings of divorce P arents should ask for directions when lost and off course. Kim Merryman's Road Trip Contest.
Today is a blank sheet Oh! What desires I need to meet Must some go lacking Most important are the people You being one that needs my attention
Magnificent Entertaining Little Light Intelligent Smart Sassy Amazing Angelic Nice Natural Brave Radiant Affectionate Daddy's girl Young
UNCLE under a tree family stories fell to me next to my uncle the world was opened wide combatting smiles and tears he told them carefully little ears are delicate through mayhem suicide ever watching for my mom, who'd stop him in mid stride
===== April Aroma... Beckons Beauty. Come Children!!!.... Daisies Daffodil......... EASTER EGGS EVERYWHERE Fun Filled Freedom....... Giddy Giggly Games... How ya' Hangin'??? Just Jolly Joey! ===== HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!!!
Judas betrayed Jesus's whereabouts End, was near Son of God, knew this Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
M iracle baby boy I' m being called R elief for my parents A s I am growing and doing fine C loser to entering the world L ove is flowing like water E verywhere in our home right now B ut I am ready to leave this small space A nd be held by my mommy and daddy B y and by I will feel hugs and kisses Y et another miracle I am from God above Written for: Debbie Guzzi's "Give Thanks" Contest Received Honorable Mention After years of trying and losing, after being told they would never have a child of their own...A Miracle happened. We constantly give thanks for our little guy. Entry for P.D.'s A Poem You Wrote This Week Contest Placed 2nd
K isses blown across the room A rms filled with Teddy Bear R esting secure in mother's love T rutst and delight are there E nters the world of slumber R est, dream sweet dreams dream Written, Thursday, June 06, 2013
MOTHER Mother is the light of every home Overflowing care Thoughtful Heart full of compassion Empowers us with her unconditional love Responsible and hardworking
C MV is not resistant to this drug M ali's chance to fight this attack X -ray's of effect may not be known O n God's grace I do depend O nly prayers allow God to guide 1 miracle for Mali is God's plan Contest Name Anything
Though I did not want anyone to know Helping people is what I try to do so I can grow Even when it is tough I realize I help people not for show Self involvement is a must a way to make things make sense Eager to do things I become sometimes dense Caring about the things I love is what really can help my choice Revealing my secret to you I will keep my poise Even when the time comes I will not be spoiled because of my heart The secret to doing things is make it a great memory so it will not part
C hristmas is always in our hearts H appily we remember as we gather R round our table for the feast I nto each others hands we hold S miling and giving thanks for our blessings T ogether once again praising all that is sacred M others fathers sisters brothers lovers friends A ll bowing our heads S ilently in remembrance of his birthday...
Amor de Madre, mothers love is More and greater than any other love in the world Over everything she will putt you Regardless of what you have done your mother will fight for you till the end Disrespect your mom never you shall Even on the worst of your days Madresitas las amo, mothers all around I love you All moms have a love for their children Delivering a baby is not easy so to all you hard working moms Regardless of how old you are or what raze you are, your children Enthusiastically appreciate the love that you have for us because there is nothing like amor de Madre (mothers love)
Earths people, it is time to wake up, the 'Prince' is alive! Ascension available, access through your heart Seek and you shall find! Time is short, personally unite, connect as one Eternity given Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with 'our lord Jesus' and 'our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit ***Happy Easter Everyone***
A REAL HERO? By: Synthia Miner What does it take to be a hero? Being a single mother, keeping a family strong. or a single father, helping his daughter along. Maybe a soldier leaving his newly pregnant wife. or making the ultimate sacrifice, to save only one life? What makes a real hero? Knowing how to stop a drug lab or a bomb. or having the power to save a child gone wrong. Is it being able to help the hungry, or saving everything that's been lonely. How do we define a hero? Every way you look at it, people can say, heroes come naturally…. in a way, But; when you dig down deep, I see only one answer A real hero must have the will to live; whether for him or her self, or everything and everyone one around them. Heroes have the courage to stand up for what they believe in. From this I say, that my Uncle Jason Mullholand is a real hero. He has fought for his life, not just to be alive, but for raising his family. So you see, heroes are hear everyday. It's the soldier fighting for peace, and the mother battling cancer. And the kids you ignore hunting for food, Just to feed their always hungry siblings. A real hero values the life of everyone, and charges with the courage of love. To every hero out there Please keep up the fight for life!
Sometimes I sit in wonder, Thinking about All the stories I so fondly Remember from Uncle Walter; telling me About his experiences during WWII, oh so many Years ago. There were so many stories of considerable note but Only the ones where he danced with many of Those movie "starlets" at the "Hollywood Canteen" still brings joy to my heart for him. Each time he was there, many of those beautiful women Sought his handsome and genteel 6'4" company on the dance floor. Then out of the hundreds of G.I's on the dance floor, Ava Gardner ran up to him saying "Hello Walter, I saw you when you came in the door!" Receiving a permanent war disability and never married, Walter made it to 2011. Somehow, I want to believe Walter and Ava are now dancing on the stairway to heaven. By John Trusty for the acrostic, "stairway to the stars" contest. This a true story about the second of many more times Walter danced with Ava Gardner at the "Hollywood Canteen." Walter must have been one hell of a memorable dancer.
R olling down the freeway, for hours and hours on end O n our much anticipated family vacation, A ll us kids were joking, yakking, singing songs and snacking, D azzled by scenic routes and filled with youthful elation. T old by Dad to quiet down, we simply couldn't do it. R eally, what did he expect eight rowdy kids to do? I nside that station wagon we were squeezed in like sardines. P aradise at last arrived: to the restrooms we all flew!
Only place in summer that I want to be Now I have time to relax and be with the family Taking time out to sunbathe in the golden sun Happy times paddling in the sea is such fabulous fun Even getting sand in our sandwiches doesn't spoil the day Bathing in the rising tide of an inviting sea Enjoying watching the children play so joyously Ambling over to the hotdog stall for a cup of tea Circling seagulls overhead cry endlessly Hoping this will always be a trip we make annually. 06-24-14 Written for Summer Acrostic Contest sponsored by Francine Roberts
When I was only five Heard mommy always's say Angel keep being naughty and you won't make it to 6 Entry for Adam Hapworth's Captcha Acrostic Contest G.L. All
A lways L iving Z ealously H oping E very I mportant M emory E ffortlessly R emains S pecial
Beaming sun upon my back Establish my summer days A beach, my boys, a blanket, and Cold drinks, as I soak my rays Hoping to darken my tan Bronzing as the babies play Lotioned head-to-toes Applied Aveeno Baby, even to their nose No frowns for the camera, 1-2-3, strike a pose. Keen eye set on them, as the breeze gently blows Easy and relaxed, my eyes begin to doze Todd takes patrol, so I can repose & lay Bestirred by buckets of water Ice cold on sunkissed flesh Now they're gonna get it good, I Grab the cooler full of ice, and rush Out in the sun, our time is spent the best 2011-06-30 ~*Wandering*Butterfly*~ ~Miranda Lambert~ Contest: Beach Blanket Bingo - Sweetheart
Angel of mine, where are you now? Hours drift away like seconds as I Lift my somber heart and head to the heavens asking, "why, oh why?" In one moment, your tired eyes held my gaze; then, with one kiss goodbye, Frozen in time, forever you were gone; a failing heart will surely die, Existing in flesh no more; yet our love surpasses death and the tears I cry. Losing you again tonight in fragments of dreams, a heart shatters. I rely On the memory of your smile at dawn, the scent of your pillow, your sigh Swept softly across my ear lobe in whispers of love. I know, my tears will dry Tomorrow under blue sky when I see you twinkle in our little boy's eye.
Am I the only one who's feeling there is something very wrong with all of this , I can't seem to get anybody to listen not even when I raise my fist. How can they not see what I see ,has everybody lost thier mind I say, Why can't they see what it is that is making them act this way. Have you taken a look around to see there's something that has changed, When you look into peoples eyes Lord how you can see the rage. No compassion for thier fellow man as if they have never ever cared, For the future of mankind and how we all should be aware. Saw a friend of mine the other day he was acting a little strange , I can't help but wonder just when , how , and who's the blame. This power and greed is consuming us all we just can't seem to stop Stepping on our brothers & sisters as we race to the top. Where's the love ,the kindness ,the hope and faith we use to live by, How we allowed ourselves to sink so low I' will never know why. Still I will contunue to spread the word which has always been, Be good and love one another as you are learning not to sin. Please don't be another wreck that has been pushed to the side , If you' listen to the one and only word you will know why. We will all band together so we can stand tall and free, It is one simple word and that is love how could you nor see. TAC
T wo buildings once stood tall W hen one day they would fall. I n the sky the planes flew N ot knowing what they'd do. T oo many people died O n that day we all cried. W hat happened no one knew E xtreme anger just grew. R emembering the fear S o keep your families near.
Thanksgiving day is a chance to give thanks for the bounty we receive Honouring you're ways, we bow our heads in prayer And acknowledge all that is good in our lives, we give thanks to you; Nettable arms, protect us and keep us safe, as we praise you're name King of Kings fill our minds and keep us in appreciation of this day Serving food to the hungry, I raise the roof in this soup kitchen of joy God bless everyone in our extended family, as we adhere to your grace Inviting in those less fortunate than us, we become the receiver Veering course, we change our attitudes and find equilibrium Inside of us is a transitory soul that needs your bread of peace Negating all that harms the heart, we choose right passage Give us this day our daily bread, so we may feel well fed Diligently we cook and serve with abundance in each plate Another poor has been helped, another serving of his love You are at the center of it all, Oh Father, bless our food, Amen!
S – UNNY SMILE U – NIQUE K – IND A – ND FUNNY Y – ESTERDAY YOU WERE N – INETEEN, A - BLESSED BIRTHDAY TO YOU, happy 20th!! 021020111830 *click on about this poem to see my beautiful niece :)*
Now we join and celebrate with family and friends Every moment of renewal,joy that never ends. Wishes upon wishes that the new year will be great. Yearly resolutions that are sometimes tempting fate! Each and every loved one is so welcome in this place. And we feel elation as we gaze upon each face. Really couldn't ask for more than having them all here Such a glorious day this is for spreading hope and cheer. Down we sit to feast upon our good luck New Years meal. As we gather 'round and tell each loved one how we feel. Years go out and years come in,we greet the new with zeal!
S o perfect for me in every way, T hank God for you everyday; E verything about you is pure, V ain and sometimes insecure; E njoyed is my time spent with you, N ever will I say we're through.
H stands for Happy smiles A stands for All sunny days P stands for Puppy dogs P stands for Pretty flowers Y stands for You and me.
May hap I'm not beautiful, I'll never be a queen; Or maybe I'm not famous, but still my words are seen; Maybe my life seems boring, with not a lot to show; My hands are always busy, and I'm running to and fro; Yet my life is rich indeed, because my children love me so.
Turkey in the oven. Hands on basting and rubbing. All adults on deck for setting the table. Not a seat empty for even a child so able. Knocks on the door as family arrives. So happy Mom's in the kitchen, now we'll survive. Getting the TV all warmed up for a day of football. In and out the kids run up and down the hall. Velvet cake hides behind the fruit not seen. In comes the family passing through the kitchen with gleam. No samples tasted for Mom is the boss. Getting ready for this meal still a salad to be tossed. Day begins with smiles and joy. All fall asleep for the deserts are my toy. You have to love this day of thanks for Mom and Dad and every girl and boy.
Thank you God for this bountiful Harvest, we gather together for Another year of cookery and devotion, to Nourish our bodies and our souls, while Kindred spirits convey the love, that is Shared throughout the year, eternally Grateful for friends and family that are near. Incredible feast that is devoured, as the Volume rises on the chatter, contented In the knowledge there will be more Nougats of sweetness on the platter, we Gather and give thanks to God today Dear God, we thank you for this day And all the blessings you bestow, may Your love and light; always guide our way
T he magic of a grandfather, pulling a quarter from your ear. H e tells a scary story,With a soothing sort of fear. E lation fills the childs' heart as Grampa opens up the door. G ingerly,the brother skip across the cold linoleum floor. R ighteously, He pick us up, one in each strong arm. A lternating kissing cheeks; His touch would keep us warm. M ajestically he puts us down; and strokes his long grey beard. P aternally: he kisses Moms' forehead; boys think that that is weird. A gain his aura shines our way: ' Who wants Ice Cream. I will always love my Grampa, in life and death and dream. S atisfied He loved us, as much as we loved him. T omorrows' tomorrows our love will never Dim. I dolize your Grampa as long as he's around. L ive your life as He did, goodness shall abound. L earn the love of generations as Grampas' have always done. L ife goes on day after day: with Grampa having fun. O beisance to GRAMPA MARTIN and those before and after. V alues given to grandchildren: Love, Joy, and Laughter. E ternally.
Turkey day is finally here, along with that mid-afternoon paralysis Half the family made it this year, and thank God, 'cause we're short chairs! Apple, pumpkin, and mince-meat pies fill the air with cinnamon dust-devils Nevermind the barking dogs and screaming, running and tattling kids, Kooky and drunk, your favorite uncle swears you can light a fart! Surely we've got BIGGER fish to fry today.....how's them 'taters doin'? Goodness knows how amazing Granny's poultry gravy is gonna be I just hope some jerk doesn't bring that Jello with raisins, carrots, and lettuce......YUCK!!!! Vodka is easily hidden in the various holiday beverages, I swear it's the ONLY way I can tolerate half of my family! No one's really that bad, but a little goes a long way! God bless every single, dysfunctional, and oblivious one of us! Dinner comes and goes........the herd migrates to the TV for pig-skin dramas All say their goodbyes and don coats and scarves YIPPE!!! They're all gone!!!......oh crap!!!! WHO'S gonna help with the dishes???? jim david
When out on the lawn green grass grew everywhere, I knew in a moment that no snowman was there. No child in the town would see a white Christmas. The ice in the rink arrived man-made and fogless. Excited boisterous children laughed and slip-slid around. Rip-roarious the winter wonders in a warm southern town. What fantastic fantasies fill malls in Florida winters? Opulent brilliance, colorful lights bedecked and blinkers. Noble elves work inside at each new on site workshop. Delightfully watching children gleam with eyes all lit up. Exceptional imaginations and a warm winter show. Reality slips into fantasy as cherry faces start to glow. Love in the air mingles with scents of bayberry. Adults all around adorning, become merry. Not one child misses winter in their Florida town. Dependably on time, Santa always comes around. © December 24, 2011
S he washes the dishes for a dollar an hour. M akes enough to buy for one, some milk and some flour. I nflation has reduced the purchasing power. L ittle kid at home makes it all worthwhile, E very night when he eats and sleeps with a smile.
I wonder helplessly like a gored Ox, My Head so light, like an empty Box, I needed even the slightest protection even if it comes from a pair of socks, but finding help in a foreign place is so unorthodox not until I found your sheltering Hut. Mutualism shared so wonderfully, exciting and comforting like the lilly, Love and Compatibility making each day lively, then I realize "actually!" this place is really a Family. Transmitting the passion to members like an antenna, raising our spirits and touching our hearts like an entertainer, giving Hope and encouragement like my sister, Aiyanna so selfless to ensure it is all about You spreading like an epidemic to affect others too and if you still struggle like I do, it will aid you up the ladder for a breakthrough to the point it may seem not true. Wanna improve on your virtues? It shall making you patient and meek like a fisher blessing your hard work by reaching the top like Usher and even making you a mentor like the real Aiyanna-Anisha. What are you waiting for? no restrictions from the Law Join the family and share in the atmosphere of Love.
T he story of two brothers who fought for their country, A ll wars did they fight with valour to victory, L ife did give them honour and ranks, E nd of the day life gave them only sorrows and regrets. A~D
Beneath the umbrella rainbow canopy, Elvis croons from an old man's radio. As he smears lotion on his nose and knees, Children hop by screaming in stereo Hot hot hot! The sand's hot on my feet! Blasting sand onto sun-bathing girls, Laughing boys race to the sea. Avid readers get lost in their worlds, Not noticing the shade retreat. Kite flyers whirl and twirl, Enjoying the breeze on the beach, That causes the beach towels to curl. Buried treasure inspires kids Into digging deep in the sand. Names are called when it's time to quit; Grown-ups leave, relaxed and tanned. Optimistic for tomorrow's plan, of more beach blanket bliss! Received 3rd place in the "Beach Blanket Bingo" Contest
Having family and turkey is the sauce for the dressing. All together giving warm wishes and especially blessing. Prayers are the dearest thing to share even if apart. Prayers whether said out loud or quietly in your heart. Your spirit shared with others is a great gracious start. Take heed of what you have been given each day that you live. Heaven hears every word and thought that your soul does give. Answers don't always come the way we desire them too. Never underestimate that they are heard above the blue. Kingdoms of glory have no monetary goal to claim. Spirits blessed in honor and true love has no shame. God is here, he hears, yes he is alive though many doubt. Insincerity of your inner peace will have no known clout. Victory of all that will be given comes from your heartfelt soul. Insecurity of your spirit shall defeat and buries your life's' goal. Now warm your essences with peace and love for humanity. God has set forth a plan for his glory and our life-forces eternally.
When will it ever end? Do the pile-o-laundry clean the den! His underwear are on the floor, yes, right outside the kitchen door? Any normal human being knows to LIFT the seat when you're peeing. Then he screams "Where're my socks honey?" and "Do you have any money?" Every woman knows not to ask, men if they're fat without the flask. Vodka martini over here! "What ever you say, dear!" Even though his necks a sixteen, you hide your arse behind stretch jeans Remember honey when Buddy married us? I was five and on your bus. You were so cute in your first day pants, and you fell for me with just one glance. On the way home you carried my books. You didn't care about all those looks. Unlike others you never teased me. I thought it was 'cause I let you squeeze me? Shirts all washed and ironing a bore. Yikes there's another one on the floor! And Bobby can't you just see us, the first time we TRIED? I wasn't the first YOU lied. You know honey, my friends all envied me. [God the bathroom, the throne and he.] Darn, look at these shoes, sometimes I think we have the "I got Nothing Blues" Even your Mom said I'm a great cook! "I can see that face don't give me that look!" Anyway hon, we had a good ride! Thirty years wasn't so long with you by my side. Right? Oh yes, it's clear? [He hollers from upstairs.] "What ever you say, Dear!"
M. Mature O. Obsessive T. Truthful H. Helpful E. Earnest R. Respectful S. Self sufficient L. Loveable O. Outstanding V. Virtuous E. Efficient I. Irreplaceable S. Spontaneous N. Nurturing E. Economical V. Virtuoso E. Eager R. Reliable E. Entertaining N. Nice D. Dedicated I. Industrious N. Not appreciated enough G. Good Nature
My boys are the best of me Youth at its finest all three Bound to a broken family Ornery yet full of God's grace You know they are mine looking at their face So much pride and joy they bring to me.
Why Do I Love You? ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd When I tell you that I love you Hurriedly you ask, tell me why? You laugh when in dismay I sigh Dare now, listen to some reasons Obsess and parse them if you please I love because God gave you to me Life is good when I see your smile Observe your wittiness and style Valuable are your hugs so snug Each time you travel I feel a tug You bring pride and make my heart dance Overawed I choose to love, not perchance Utmost I love because you are you.
G entle and generous giver of gifts, R eader of stories galore, A smile and the patience of Job has she, N urturing, indulgent and more. D elightfully attentive, M aking cookies, playing games, A hug and a kiss she's always ready for. 7/21/12
Today is a blank sheet Oh! What desires I need to meet Must some go lacking Most important are the people You being one that needs my attention My first post.. 05-08-2009
Turkey sitting on the table Have some more if you are able All the kids have run outside Now it's time for that sled ride Keep on sending praise above So thankful for my family's love Grateful for so many gifts I'm full of joy,my spirit lifts Voices scattered through the rooms In harmony the singing booms Now everyone joins in the song Gramps at piano plays along Delighted children come in from play As the family bows their heads to pray Yet one more awesome Turkey Day! For contest "Thanksgiving Day" sponsored by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
N ever again will the Tribes of Israel be the sacrificial lamb of man. A nnealed in furnaces of man, not in Olam HaEmet by the Almighty in "the World of Truth." Z ealots rose from the ashes of the ovens and now defend like Sicarii of old. I srael blooms and grows in the desert, returned by Allied Forces to the cauldron. H ome to the Holy Land, they were sent, shipped, caste surrounded by Arab foe, isolated. O vens melted their hearts, striped their forms for their souls held no intrinsic value. L ampshades and shoes were made from their skin, jewelry from the gold in their teeth. O rders given by The Third Reich were obeyed without conscious. The herd was culled. C hrist-killer the Christian mind said, devil worshiper, their deaths were acceptable. A nti-Semitism always has been and always will be a threat to Jews everywhere. U nited, Jews must form a majority population in Israel so Jews everywhere feel safe. S anctuary will never again being denied Israel will be safe haven from religious persecution. T o a future where all men have intrinsic worth regardless of race, creed or religion, pray.
A bond is tied, a new liaison is made N ovel experiences are satisfying, but the price is paid G one are the days, when the dinner was just laid. E very moment is work, and stress is high L onely labor at toil, she lets out many a sigh I help out not at all, and she can't understand why? N ow I know I am a fool and inconsiderate alike. E ach has own choices, unfortunately ours are unlike.
A long time ago we were plagued with tyranny. Freedom was their quest, ancestors won it morally. Real freedom comes with hard work and tenacity. Everyone wants a free ride, as is happening currently. Each, of us is becoming an insincere, minority. Delivering, into their hands, all the precious authority, Our lives have become, what our ancestors, fled in posterity. Many liberties and independence, is being taken by piracy. Causing, loss of stability to our way of life and past warranty, Rebellion is not needed yet, though it may become an irony. Yes, we are allowing our choice, to be forced into conformity.
Today....... we have to say goodbye one last time to you, For us, your children, it has to be the hardest thing we've had to do! I know you have left this body before us and yet it seems oh too real, So many people who loved you,"praying for what they must feel." We knew this day would come but not yet....it's way to soon. Begging God for his mercy...."please help us by healing you." The sun is shining like a warm July, The patriotic flag waving high in the sky! I can't help but think, maybe he did save you? What actually went wrong, why did it happen so soon? Our lives will never be the same, we'll never talk to you or even hear your voice, As of today or even tomorrow we will never have that choice. You have been the teacher of God's word and a child of his grace, I'm sure the gates of heaven opened up and the Angel's have rejoiced. But here on earth we are left with the memory and a pain I can't explain, We cry for no reason, we don't understand what's left to gain? Car's are lined up around the block, we look back as far as we can see, Our Mom is so blessed by people she touched and her life a legacy. Now entering your final place of rest, we're put to the test, Bishop Jesse begins to say...what a beautiful day she gave us! For God's child to rest. He say's we are "Celebrating" life of such a great woman of God, She was a fishermen of men and a teacher of his love, Her great hope was for all to follow his word.....let us pray, So many turned their lives over to Jesus on this day. Amen! She is still bringing people to know him even in his place of rest. So to you Mom; Fly away my Angel! you are the best!!
F amily A nimals V ictories O utdoors R eminiscing I ce Cream T eaching E njoyment T ogetherness H appiness I ce Crystals N aps G ardening S unshine
M aternity the cry goes out O bviosuly the babes being born no doubt T rembling with anticipation H ospital the birth location E very parent panic torn R elieved when child is actually born B ouncing girl or little boy A bsoulute the parent's joy B eaming down a smile so sweet Y es parenthood can make both complete F ainted on delivery room floor A dead weight blocking off the door T rembling as he comes to see H is lovely child cute as can be E xcited in the role he'll play R ewarded till his dying day
The wind is quite blustery on our short walk to grandmaws Hankering to have some chocolate pie and dressing And see the new baby boy! Never get to spend much time with the family lately Kiss 'em all and get a hug Stress out over all the germs we shared GOD grant us blessings all the days of our lives IF the heartburn doesn't kill me tonight, praise Jesus Value of family --priceless$$ If brother can hobble he will make it ok Next year will be better God grant brother a new hip by Christmas Drop off some new teeth for granny Ann, she needs to chew her food good You're faithful and just to grant our needs!
Drops of rain, splash at my feet Every time I see them I'm reminded of you Always working so hard and true Realizing that I held your heartbeat Every now and then your smile would creep Showing me the love that I knew Truest form of compassion as I cooed Growing up through the years Rain would suddenly give me a fright And this saddened me for many a day and night Never had I experienced these type of fears Don't you remember holding me and loving away my tears Paw Paw I miss you so much now; you making those delicious hash brown bites And although you're gone, I'll see you soon in Heavenly Sunlight For the "Sonnet Man's Acrostic Challenge" Written By R.M. Hunt a.k.a Robert Matthew Hunt Also I dedicate this poem to both my Grandparents A.W. Hunt-"Buddy" Howard Davis
Many people dream of having what you share... Everlasting Love within Each other! Verisimilar love & Enthusiastic promises of "Death Do Us Part" Never-ending passion Yearning of Extraordinary Amatory of Real Satisfaction of compromised love! But only few stick together throughout the journey.... HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
"S" is for sweet, a sweet little boy is he. "H" is for handsome, or at least he is to me. "A" is for always, for he's always on my mind. "D" is for dear to me, no other love I'll find. "R" is for rotten, though just a little bit. "A" is for all boy, that, I must admit. "C" is for cuddly, when it's time to go down to sleep. "H" is for happy, that is, how happy he makes me. Even though sleepless nights, Began his life on earth, Who could ever comprehend, How much this baby's worth? And tears once wept for this little one, Have given way to sunny smiles. God has brought him through the fire and again, And will bring him through many more trials. Daniel 3:26-28
UNSUPPORTED CODE Once God was in crafting mood, He had to gift something precious to the world. And the Imagination Bee had gone far to play. The God was blank. So he took the strength of a mountain, The majesty of a tree, The warmth of a summer sun, The calm of a quiet sea, The generous soul of nature, The comforting arm of night, The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle's flight, The joy of a morning in spring, The faith of a mustard seed, The patience of eternity, The depth of a family need. Then the God combined these qualities. And there was nothing more to add. He looked at it, And knew His masterpiece was complete. He called it ... Dad, And sent it on Earth. UNSUPPORTED CODE
A Mom Always there to give a hug or reassuring kiss Master of healing the smallest cuts and nicks Ordering up exactly the right amount of love and kicks Moms are the biggest heros and cherished by their kids.
Give yourself a path, between evil an good, even through the world's wrath, set your own trip to happiness, like any human being would. a road to life, a place to call home, hold hands with the people you love, preventing your mind thinking your all alone, beyond the secrets, and moral lust, will be warm hearts an trust. Go on with your friends an lovers, embrace the hugs from your sisters and brothers, between the good an the bad memories, hold your head high an set your eyes clearly, all of the mysteries in life, will come to you quickly, it be like birds flying right past me.
The Talk (9.4.10) "The Talk:", He hesitated, "Everyone Becomes Interested in Reproduction During different, developmental Stages." (Assurances are always awkward; Nothing new.) Dad dodged "The Talk" 'til I turned twenty two. He honestly Expected Bewilderment by Education, Even though everybody knows, each infant grows in a secret station So its strong enough for the long aviation of being taken, by delivery stork, to it's home. (This poem was written specifically for Carol Brown's "The Birds and the Bees" poetry contest.)
In the beginning, I took you for granted. Remembering the sound of high-heeled shoes clicking. I learned later that you were a grandmother extraordinaire. Dependable, kind, wise, you always remembered me. Every birthday or holiday, like clockwork, a card or a gift of love. Secrets were safe in your hearing, in your heart, too. Caring, sometimes through tears, you were there for me. Endless was your love; constant was your listening ear. Nothing uplifted my falling life more than your never-ending love. Today, I am the person that I am because your iridescent-self shone in my life. You remain my confidant and friend-grandma. Omnipresent from the heavens your love directs my heart. Upon the everlasting, joys abound in my memories of you. © Dane Smith-Johnsen September 30, 2011
Summer's bliss, the flutter of an exqusite butterfly fleeting past Universal days of bright sunshine and delight Miracles from God, a destiny well-visited Memories of nature and walks with relatives, reflective and generous Excellent days and nights with the Lord Real and beautiful trees and ponds with the sound of ducks and geese Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Angel Eyes Are True A cross this world life loves and beams, N obody sleeps and never ever dreams. G one are years that were so very bad, E ach day spent missing my loving Dad! L ingering memories sail my hopeful ship, E veryday brings such a very joyous trip. Y our love is sweetly sent each happy day, E ternal love binds our hearts every way! S ent back were promises in my dreams, A wealth of love in such gentle streams. R emembering Dad's solemnly sworn vow, E very word rings so important even now! T he vow was to always safely guide me, R eturning fruit from Heaven's finest tree. U nder family's loving and hopeful view, E yes watching me very wise and true! 07-11-2014 Dedicated to my dad......
How can I live my life this way? When did things change, it was so different yesterday Where are my family and friends who were here everyday I remember my home with lots of things going on Now their not here everything is all gone But just when I think there is nothing for me I remember God gave me a gift of memory It's so nice to remember the things that I had And when I think about it it's really not that bad And when I keep myself busy there's no time to be sad So I thank you Lord for my gift of memory And always always being there for me
Family stays together Only till forever Remember the laughter Else you forget what matters View life like its your last Everything always moves too fast Rarely do we treasure the Happiness that enters One Moment can be a precious thing Everlasting
Kutie kid A Christmas Joy Really our baby leased for a price Talking and crawling Everything is new and wonderful Relief to know you are growing and well Justice was served Angels are aware of your plight Messiah, loves you from the very start Eternal savior brought you out of harm's way Sweet lullabye, sleep peaceful tonight Karter is our adopted baby(My Nephew)
The turkey is cooked, Ham will be done soon. All the family has gathered, Nibbling since noon. Kitchen is full, Sauces are simmering. Guests feel at home, Insisting on helping. Variety of foods In Mother's best dishes. Now to say grace, Give thanks and best wishes. Do it all over Again next year. You have to be thankful for family so dear. for Dane Ann's Thanksgiving Day acrostic contest
Greed is enthralled in us all. Real or imaginative and never saw. Each has their own level of call. Everyone has this code in a fall. Dereliction is the key for a draw.
L iterally everyone has a funny bone somewhere, I nside their head, their heart, or in their ear? V eracious platitudes of silliness stray, E ven in the minds of babies at their play. L aughter like lollipops provide a sucker's sweet A tantalizing memory of bellies and bare feet. U nless you have a bowl of sour lemons to dispense G oodness knows you'll laugh at those faces of pretense. H and and heart and head can join in life's display L ively laughter lingers at end of love filled day. O ver and over life will presents V arious opportunities for laughter without recompense E njoy, employ, for a life full of joy…. needs no license.
Terrible two? or Normal ToT? Rolling jumper; bouncing; kickeR? Over head in the tree; what will you be? A dynamO? Under the bed? Behind the door? Where are yoU? Behave! be sweet! Yes I'll give your back a ruB. Little boys are rough and tenderly tough as welL. Everyday; Every second; a new adventure in LovE!
G ravity held me; standing on my feet O ne day, the wind blew and took me to a place N avigating through the clouds it flew E vacuating the shrills of fear W ondering, I looked down I magining how the world looks from up high T he houses looked like small toys a child plays with H orses looked like ants; walking around to build their home T all buildings felt like delicious popsicles H asty was the win, but I didn't know why E ager I was observe where its flight would escort W histles were heard from up high " I missed you" were screamed N ow, I slowly landed on the ground I come from D ashing through people to see my family once again
A life just beginning, and so unaware; Born he will not be--it just isn't fair! Oh, can't you just see him as he struggles so, Resisting the chemicals as inward they go? Too bad, for his mom didn't want him to live, Instead to abortion this body did give. Oh, listen to this voice and heed to this cry: Now's time to stop this ere more babies die! Abortion is murder, that can't be denied, But they call it "birth control," and they have just lied, Or "family planning" or some other name; Regardless, it's taking life and it is insane. To call it one's freedom or call it pro-choice Is forgetting one person and his right to a voice. One person, that baby, that life that's been thwarted, No choice has he had, for he was aborted! And now his blood cries from his heavenly home Because Jesus took him so he'd not be alone. On high he now dwelleth, and in his new place Rests forever from those who'd bring him disgrace. Torn from his mom's body in violent haste, In fire he was thrown there along with the waste. Only now his torn body has been all glorified, Never more to be butchered through man's greedy pride. Americans, please listen to the babies' dire plight Because abortion is murder; it's wrong and not right! Our God up in heaven will surely repay Returning this violence on our heads some sad day. Today is the day to reverse the decision Inscribed by the court through man's faulty vision. Oh, listen to this voice, and heed to this cry: Now's time to stop this ere more babies die! This poem is written with an acrostic of ABORTION.
Poetry that flows from different souls, Opening their heart and minds deeply, Each one unfolding for different goals, Talented ones who write honorably, Revealing love, dreams, and sadness, Yes, even showing life's gladness, Sharing words with each other bold, Ones passion; another's indifference sold. Universally bound, lyrical lines, so told, Providing ranges of forms, lined in gold.
Sidewalks and skate parks; Old swimming pools drained. Kickflips and split lips; young ankles sprained. Aerials and Varials and being called a punk. Tail taps and grip tape; and tricks that take spunk. Exercise that is ramped up; balance in a curve. Backflips and Bearings now don't loose your nerve! Ollies and wallplants it's no passing fad. acid drops and nosestalls Not just boys being bad! Ramps under carports and falling and pain. Daring and doing tricks again and again Inclines; expression and Five Oh grinds Nollies and ledges and friendship that Binds. Go away Mr. Policemen: Just let us be. Skateboarding is not a crime! So let us Skate free!
Joy is mine Agony too Can't stand how I love you Obnoxious Baby brother
Holding the newborn baby in your arms Angelic face looking up at you Proud new parent still breathless and weak Pitiful cry of hunger or possibly insecurity I cradle him close, sharing my body heat Not knowing him long, but loving him just the same Every happy experience from the past, now pushed aside Skin so pale, baby eyes so blue, his secret baby smile Sister sharing her joy and part of herself with me
Right when I think Each And every thought I have is cared about with real Love by him it's dashed with his thoughtless Comments. Over and over it's seems like Nothing I do is really appreciated. Can I really take on the Ever Reaching task of taking the first step and feeling Nothing but "lost" in the process?
Each day of my life will be dedicated to you Zeal delivered, no one will ever have a clue. Zestfully proud she is of her precious pink joy, Each moment and every hour I shall deploy. Love the Angels have delivered to my heart. Laughs and giggles I will share from the start. Ezzellle's, precious benevolence shall impart. Mommy will always love you so dear and true. Yes everyone will be amazed in what we will do. Precious baby of my heart and body divine, I shall prove to everyone we will be fine. New ideas and designs your life shall grant. Kings and queens you would truly enchant. Just remember forever, mommy loves you dearly. Our hearts and souls are bound, ever so clearly. You are my little pink joy, I adore sincerely. note: I wrote thsi piece for Royal,,by remembering my joy and happiness and feelings when my daughter was born....
Calumny is a sin which consists in maliciously attributing to another faults detects which he did not posses A person commits the sin of calumny or slander when by lying he injures the good name of another Laity is a member of the Church that does not belong to the clerical religious state Unity is what all people of God is supposed to be in His only Catholic Roman Catholic Church. Mass is given from Jesus Christ only Roman Catholic Church New Covenant is the law and dispensation of Jesus Christ opposed to the Old Covenant of Moses which it infinitely surpassed superseded fulfilled Yahweh refers to the proper name of God "WHO AM" 12172011
Mother Molded from the best God has for humanity, Offering your time, your love, even your sanity. Trusting in Him to keep us safe from the unkown, Honoring God with your life and love you have shown. Enhancing my life with all the prayers offered up, Requesting nothing in return for filling up my cup. To my mom
Wasting of lives for things that should be peace A fight to survive Reluctance of soldiers who die, leaving their children and wives or husbands alone
Dedicated to you as you are to me I shall be. Eternally grateful to you for the love you give. A silent strength you bear for all the pain you endure. Recognizing every day that I am a true image of you. Mother you see I am truly blessed to see you in me. Others will come and others will go, but there is no other like you. The little things you say and do, they stay with me this is true. Here we are two of a kind, yet different. Empty I would be if you weren't here for me. Remember me for I will always remember you.
Grandma Bunky her hair so soft and white Red lipstick that's cheek staining Attitude and spunk but you'd better watch your tongue Not to much a TV watcher Didn't think much of the neighbor Mr. Botcher Mom to three, I miss her grandma kiss Atop her game – back when she was "Miss" Being trapped, staring from her chair Unruffled by the grandkids as there were three and always there Not a day goes by I don't think of her and me Kind strokes as she would brush my hair Yes I could eat a cookie and sit in her big girl chair Contest Entry for "Memories of Grandma"
H ealth A nd P rosperity P ursue Y ou N ow E verlasting W isdom A lways Y earlong E ver A lmighty Reigns P ure P oets Y our N ow E ntwined Webbed Y earning E levation A bove R edemption Inspired by Carol Brown's Contest "Happy New Year" Dedicated to my Poetry Family on the SOUP Author's note : Check this Poem out next Year
Afghanistan. far away from those I love. Leaving was tough this time, the kids tears tore at my heart. Only as I turned to watch them drive away, did I see my wife crying Never has she cried, always pretending to be strong Going away for the fourth time must have been too much for her to bear. Letting myself believe, I will make it through this fourth combat tour. One year seems like a lifetime, the minutes ticking slowly by. Never letting tears of sadness get the better of me. Everyday, I think about my wife and our four kids. Are they ok? Lost is how I feel. Something is missing, I can barely breathe. Yet this is what must be done, I took an oath. I made a promise. Yearning every second, for my wife's kisses, and my childrens hugs. Every hour of the day I pull out their picture, to see their smiles. Always in my dreams, my family is there for me. Never losing faith. Reunited we shall be, after a long lonely year.
Familiar Annoying at times Miracles I love them all! Lend me the shirt off their backs Your family tree is the best shelter!
A birthday present to my Gramps, Hugh McCorkidale Young. Heaven has a place for you Unswaying was your faith in such Goodness always will shine through Holding on to that has been my crutch Many others knew you well Cokey, heard of through the town Countless tales they had to tell Of all the men, you held the crown Real though it is, it's hard to believe Know as I do the ways of the world In the fact that you could ever leave Darkening my mind till my thoughts unfurled Aloud, I cannot bring to bear Lonely I must hold my heart Even by myself I fear Your absence will tear me apart Onwards though the world must move Unendingly your memory will stay No-one has forgotten you Gone though you are, you'll never fade.
Thinking of all the running turkeys Having all my family around Aunties and mothers cooking food Nice family dinners Kicking the mash poatoes and gravy Stuffing with your turkey Gravy,gravy,gravy,gravy Ice cream and pie Very interisting " I guess?" Nice to meet you Grandparents being around
C.easless joy H.onoring HIS birth R.ayons everywhere I.llimitable fun S.acrosanet T.actile lips M.ichevious A.cquainted laughter S.erpentine lights
No one willfully wants to assist the blight Only we seem to be, yet clearly in the right They are and must come screaming bloody Hell, what don't they understand? Something In the dark cries out, nothing comes from nothing No way no how, but endlessly they attack us, Grueling begrudging and badgering, they rack us So high and pull apart at the seems, till we give Every drop of blood in our dreams, so we live Ever thriving near the end of the road, and beg for scraps Master says are gold, gold damnation for angels, Seraphs set to weave our fortune, Telling us one thing and giving us another Oh God if I had a nickel for every time brother Got a nickel? I could use one it seems to call Irresponsibility back and get my quarter Vile venomous witch, she's called, loitering Evermore in my heart and home, so long.
S uch a beautiful young woman A lways helping others R arely thinking of her needs first A lso a fantastic mother H ow lucky we are to have you With love to my beautiful daughter
P ierced, penetrated into the flesh, A wakened...flailing, as they try to thresh, L asting, everlasting torment; yet they still E ndure the suffering, which they manifest… S eeking for only one moment to rest… T he truth lies underneath these underground pages, I ndicating valor and power that have lived for ages… for N othing will ever erase the Palestinian truth, E luding reality, as we await your confrontation… Forever immortal… Within me and withiin our united, perpetual faith...
Live in peace within your mind I have found it easier to unwind. Victimize no one; just be kind. Evil will run, this, you will find. Laugh at the world for it is droll. Always recall, we all have a goal Universally we are all have a role. God gave each one, a different soul. Happiness is having total control. Love is natural, and cannot be bought. Only heartstrings may be caught. Victims of lust, are all for naught. Every spirit can receive cupids shot.
November 26, 2009 She walks with her head down, She wonders with no purpose, She has a mother who forgets her, She has a father who dosnt want her, She has parents who cant handle her, What is she to do with herself? She has two sets of parents, Neither seem to want her, She has a big family but, None have time for her, She hides her tears, She hides her pain, She hides the abuse, She blocks people out. This is her legacy , This is her story, This is her life, This is the girl with no name.
Today and everyday is worth being thankful. Having warmth and love given is always thoughtful. All of us should carry this feeling throughout year. Not being thankful is just selfish, shows your fear. Kindness should be showed to all each and everyday. Sure, it may be tough at first, for your heart to sway. God gave everyone a mind, heart and soul the same. Individually we must all prepare and play the game. Victory shall be the joy and happiness, you bring. Inventory your heart; let your spirit free to sing. Never let a sour soul, spoil your delightful song. God is alive, great, awesome, he is never wrong. Discover loving essence; make it your quarry. Allow his honor to grace your existence and story. You and you alone are the keeper of our Lords glory.
Table set with yummy things -a Holiday for food Apple pie and pumpkin roll- that Nice Aunt Donna brings Kids run up and down the stair Singing through the day Giving thanks for childish things In each and every way Very hungry gentlemen Inspecting every dish Needing each a plate or ten- a Grand Thanksgiving wish!
Shrine for beloved Placed ever so gently In sanctuary Resting for now In light of shards Transparent to naked eye Searching for a flame In memory of life passages Now walking in valleys of green Lift thy prayers In our Father's name Guide thy soul Heal thy pains Through thy body of Christ our Lord {Amen}
At a Total And complete Loss Of time, Sanity, as well as Sleep!
MY Son Ross My son has a special purpose in life. I am sure of it. His life was spared thrice. Yesterday, he was a babe in arms; the days and years have passed way too fast. Somehow, without permission (lol) the boy turned into a man, a good man. Only yesterday, he went off to school…we vacationed and camped. Everywhere! Next thing I knew, he was graduating from high school and started working. Ross, the baby in the family, is going to join the Air Force in ten days…far away. My son has optimism and has set career goals; I love Ross and shall miss him terribly. Soon, his life will change. I can see him in my minds eye: exercise and more exercise. Strong and honorable, my son shall go forth and do some good in the world…love, peace. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen February 13, 2010 Poetic form: Acrostic To see my son, Ross, use the following link to go to my Poetry Soup Photo Gallery: http:// poetrysoup.com/poetry_blog/blog_detail.aspx?BlogID=4830&PoetID=14403
Can anyone or should they say anything about loves effect. Only one issue I feel is important, that they are both adults. Undeniably love knows no bounds, or even any sect. Granted in the bible, they chose younger women with respect. Age is just a factor, when it comes to loves depth of realism. Reason, whether be older men or women, having no schism. Each day that passes unhappiness rages, in relationships of close age. Forever love is in the heart and soul; it really has no classic cage. Forever love is even rarer these days, than ever before. Every soul has a soul mate, this I do believe with Heavens score. Craving the closeness and touching of spirits bound, with true tenderness. Taking to name this the cougar effect, is lending thoughts that are lecherous. written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta Contest Name Cougar Effect
S= Surprising P=Perky E=Energetic N=Nice C=Crazy E=Ecstatic R=Respectable S=Stupendous T=Tactical R=Radical A=Awesome N=Nuclear D=Dad
As darkness D escends and we remember all O f the brave who fall N o memory is stronger than the miracle A ll saw as Yahshua lit the Menorah I n the Temple. E ternal made one day's oil L ast for eight days toil. O n the seventh day Yahshua celebrated. H is families' the Macabbees' victory. E ach Jew sends praise and love as I n days of old for the blessing of life N o man U nderstood E ternal love and light C harity H umility A nd D evotion more than Yahshua *There is no J in either the Hebrew or Greek language Jesus would have been spelled Yahshua
Mother is what I am Always worrying about my cubs Mourns the loss of being with my children Agrees that life is not fair Beginning a new chapter in my life Every day a new challenge Always will love my kids Ready to take on the world
Kinder spirit is now resting Angels keep you safeguarded Remain still my dear friend Eternity is ones destiny No pain is allowed in Heaven Fondest memories of you linger on Everyone has one or two Inspiration to fight was yours Sympathy from my heart pours out To your family and close friends Tribute To Karen Feist's Family And Friends {RIP}
C...Cute, cuddly, wiggly dressed dressie H...Holding Easter Baskets..fancy I...Interested in the candy L...Laughter smiles aren't they just dandy D...Daughters, sons next generation R...Reason for different celebration E...Excitement bubbling forth fills air N...Nothing like love of child is there (Couplet and Acrostic combination..)
Always flirting around Really just having fun. Making the best of life And getting things done. Never letting things put him Down. Always Smiling Oh, and laughing around
Hours into minutes As the New Year arrives Partying, singing " Auld Lang Syne " People toast to 2010 Young and old unite New births will grace our world Endlessly, full of delight We enter into this New Year Yonder months ahead Enjoying life to the full And Remembering, resolutions said My entry into Carol's contest " Happy New Year " http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-3.php
F athers, mothers, brothers, sisters, A unts, uncles, cousins, too, M ultiple links as in a chain, I mportant ties give us a clue to, L ineage showing from whence we came, Y ielding either pride or shame. 2/15/12 for Brian Strand's Short and Sweet contest.
Living candle What is a living candle . People thoughts that that the great man of the world is the living candle how gave lights and happiness to the world with his blood like mathma gandi , neru and Bagant singh etc. but can we miss some body the most important and valuable person in our life's . who make our life better and happy with his blood and his life . think about it who is this person . In my point of view we miss the main person in our life's. our mothers who always play a very big role in our life's . mothers always treat the children with his blood . we can say that the mother is the other name of living candle who burn herself and give the light of happiness . Is our mother refuse any thing or any work that we demand in our homes or in our life's . I always see my mother while she is working and rest of his life she always think about success and a good life of his children's . I told you a very most important and a very bad moment in my life . After my father death our fine national conduction of our family is not so good . In dinner and also breakfast my mother took food in last . but why. I tell you the reason of this She thinks that's firstly her children's fulfill his demand of food and after that my mother eats a very low amount of food and she told us that her stomach fain during the large amount of food but that is not true I tell you truth it is not the pain of large amount it is pain of hunger . I see many times that my mother eat nothing . it is morality and love of mother for his children's So plz thanks your mother giving you a very happy and good life .. WRITTEN BY :- TARUN DABAS EMAIL:-email@example.com
Memory Loss Urinary problems Losing vision Thinking difficulties Individual weakness Painful moments Losing balance Extreme fatigue Stress induced Coordination problems Life altering Emotional rollercoaster Reduced strength Over reacting Smell sensitivity Irritable feelings Suffering daily
Enjoys her new found roles in her life Visions of dastardly deeds dance in her head Irate when people are rude and show disrespect Loves to know what she is capable of Wishes some things were different Is nervous about sons going off on their own Cool mom she is to them Knows they Love her no matter what Enjoys her more morbid thoughts Does enjoy to make a person squirm & Definitely not your average beauty Enjoys the inner workings of her mind Makes no issue over who she is Enriches your life just by being there Needs love and support not condemnation Takes charge when no one else will Each day she shines no matter what Deliciously twisted and still a friend This is dedicated to my other 2 sisters. This is ALL 3 of us in various forms. I love you 2 and I hope I you make proud. I am proud to have you as my sisters and hope you 2 know you are loved. We are all 3 together Evil Wicked & Demented.
i sit by a window, waiting for the sun to shine. life is usually sunny, full of laughs and smiles. but now i just don't know. i'm just so confused about so many things. what should i do? i know that if i hold out, things will get better. sometimes i am in a tunnel. and theres always a light at the end. its always my friends and family. they are always there for me. i will always and forever love them. i sit by a window, my sun is shining through. i know that i have made it through the darkness and the pain i guess what i am trying to say is that, i love my friends and family with my whole heart. i hope that they know this. cause i know that they love me. ill survive another day. thanks to my friends and family. <3
Fortunate i am All my children are safe at home Many families at this time of the year In this world, can be left so alone Love bonds us together, as the Carol singers call Yule tidings from the Fraser family, to one and ye all My entry in Brian's " Love Came Down " contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php
(Dedicated to Brandi) Many nights You came to my room. Only I know your Needs. You give up when you Lay wake at night. You have cried in the dark Wanting my presence Inside of your mind. Still I protect you. Please don't forget How long ago, I promised my ear.
Stuffed with well cooked food Turkey drumsticks do extrude Undercooked statements are rude Family members feud Football sets the mood Expanding bellies cunclude Digestion sounds are crude
14 was when we waved goodbye, to be set off in this world of danger. 14 was when he lost me, and I lost her. What a price to pay for a mother. What a burden to have bare. To be lost, Weak, wounded. The lioness watches her own be Taken away into the darkness To the mouths of ghostly, Dominant males. Evil, red eyed beasts. How can she take this pain? This crowned, broken heart brought before her. She is calling them in the night. Howling for them to come consume her body in minutes, alleviating all the pain from this lost love. Lost in the darkness. Astray. They are full now, done feasting. I'm heading back home. The second sun has ascended. He is surprisingly beautiful. A path of light and direction I have always wanted to be. My pathway of righteousness Without heartbreak. Feeling anguish now, Wasting time again. I've just now realized all this time, You were the howling that's been calling me back home. been too far along now In this sea of death. Its my time now, Its time for you to bring me home.
The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I've never sow Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me
H=Honest E=Easy-going A=Admirable T=Tough- love H=Hero E=Excellent R=Respected S=Super T=Tolerating patience R=Reasuring A=Atomic N=Nanny-ish D=Dependable
Sensationally super, and Sagittarius son of John Spence Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence's son Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel! Comments: During my twenty plus years of military service I was always called Spence, J. That's just the way the government does business. This acrostic is about Spence, J. It's crafted on a combination of alliteration, assonance and consonance sounding words. Eggnog at Christmas is my favorite. Having a Sunday afternoon sundae at the ice cream parlor is oh so tasty. Wow! I just love it!!! Anyway, here are some comments on writing an acrostic. The basic acrostic poem is formed by writing a word vertically down the page, which may also be the topic of the poem. It's recommended to use one letter per line, and the beginning letters should be all capital ones. Each line of the poem should begin with the letter on that line and the line should pertain to the word or title being used. Some may recommend using one word or a phrase which does not have to rhyme; however, one may move beyond the basic acrostic form and use a complete thought with a rhyming sequence. It's also recommended to use adjectives and phrases that describe the word or subject of the acrostic. Finally, one may take the quantum leap and write a double acrostic where the first and last letters of each line are the same.
Dearest, Of God's children Respectful Independent Smart Amorous Nuturing Nurse
Real life waits you. Only you can make the Decision. You definitely Need to be praying and studying the Word Everyday because You gifts and a call on your life. wrote 2-3-10
Faithful and a friend who will defend to the end. Always there when you need a friend. Thankful for a loving son who cares. Helps you and he gives you hope with his prayers. Especially tries to know and meet all your needs. Regardless of your circumstances, helps you do good deeds. Acrostic poem of a father and son. Nurtured in love just having a little fun! Doing all he can to teach his son to be a man. So here I stand, and dad I'm grateful for your helping hand. Occasionally I was hard to handle but I made it to the end. Not only were you my father, but you were my best friend! *Collaberation with Marty Owens ( He did FATHER and I did AND SON)
Towers Tall Structures Offering Shelter Withstanding Blows Evaporating Lives Raping Families Security Needed An acrostic poem about the twin towers of 911.
My sister siting calm in the chair, I know all i do is stair, she then looks over and gives me a glare, My sister so beautiful yet so scared, I watch her sleep every now and then, to make sure she is breathing, I hope that she will not have a seizer, My sister hard working and a normal kid, Every now and then i have tears to shed, I sometimes think if she never catches her breath she might end up dead, My life would not make sense, My sister cocky yet so nice, she always comes to me and ask for advice, What hurts is watching her go through so much pain, but then she has strength to gain, My sister everything to me, I hope that one day she will get better, and i shall hand my mother this beautiful letter.
L-Loving, Life living E- Enticing, Eccentric, A- Always there, Artistic H- Hero, Heart A Girl of mass appeal A Person that beats no other A Friend that listens and gets the point A Twin that is believing A Cow...Don't ask! A Poet that knows how to write. She is my Friend, Twin, Cow and poet that I hear.
My mother-in-law is a blessing Only to her son Now that we are married She has me on the run The Lady's always changing Everything I've done Regrets, I don't have many She's the only one For: Debbie Guzzi's Jack Out of the Box contest Form: Acrostic By: Mdailey I have not tried a poem of this style since I was a teacher back in the 70's.
Hats on And Paper plates ready? Please don't drop any crumbs Your glass Not Empty yet? Won't you have some more? Years End Almost upon us Ready, "Happy new year" Happy New Year - Acrostic competition entry
Affects so many people's Lives, that we try hard being Zealous, by offering them Help and support for all those Effected by this disease. Involved in their care, and to Maintain pride and dignity Every day, so that we can Remember them, and just how Special they have always been.
Mother made me do it Open books minds hearts and souls Teach others along the beaten path Help those who can't help themself's Erase past and start anew And to alway's Remember her on Mother's Day In Loving Memory Of Mom { 1934-2005 } Luv Ya Happy Mother's Day To All Moms This Mother's Day
Needless to say you are going down a road that Ends in dreadful disaster. After numerous warnings about your life, you still chose the action of Running the streets like there is no tomorrow. Darling dear, you're going to get it from God before the End of this year. You will experience an apparent, Awful abrasion that you are self-inflicting by action of The willful disobedience of God, the Father. He told you what he wanted you to do. Since birth, for your assignment, Everything has been laid out on a table made especially for you. Xcept you actually doing it. People are holding you back. You give them more potential and kinetic Energy to do it by listening to them. You're Repeating the same silly stupid activities, Involving women. These repeated activities are going result in almost Ending your life. Some who don't have God in their lives are Not able to deal with what you to women in a positive way. He's Calling your name out in a unique way, because you are indeed unique, He's calling Extremely loud, but your head and ears are too busy stuck in Satan's rain clouds. wrote 2-3-10
HAPPY New Year Happy hours whole-heartedly hold to habitual hilarities. Abandoned attitudes and aspirations are assessed as antiquity. Party partakers posing for pictures postpone philanthropy. Preliminary performances playfully present pasts poetically. Yesterday's yearnings yield to Yuletide yelps for yonder years. Necessity notices not nations' nicest New Year's nights. Elegance eludes excessive extravagance effectively. Waste not… Want not… Work lots… Win! Yesterdays years yielded yellow-yarrow yawns. Every exploration envisioned endless eons. Annual ambitions are articulated, and appraised. Resolutions 2010 respectfully resolve righteousness rules! © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen December 20, 2009
Mother of all pearls Only to be found in the land of sky blue waters Tucked neatly beneath her own shell Holding and cradling her youngest gem Earrings necklace rings to mention a few Rest assure it will brighten her day So grab your snorkles flippers and scuba tanks Dive beneath corral reefbeds Awaiting upon for your arrival Yes a tightly wrapped mother pearl gem In Loving Memory Of Mom {1934-2005} You Will Alway's Be My Pearl Mom {RIP} Happy Mother's Day To All Moms Stepmoms And Moms To Be
Mums make Christmas Only they can That is a fact of life Her mission is simple Every year Recreating the day Christmas for her Holidays for her Require of her to Illuminate the season Supply an army Trim and decorate Make and manufacture Aid and assist Sustain and nourish Thank her Honour her Assist her Neglect her not Kids and spouses Should respect her
Manger, Soupers sing, with your Christ child glowing Eternal, long ago, become now our gladsome hearts Ring with the good news of King Jesus sharing Rejoicing and ransom of sinners humble hearts Ye poetry soup family worldwide this love proclaim Christ is come and coming again, to every island Hamlet, cold manor, and castles of continent Rustling papers and packaging mystery present Inspire your thoughts by time's quick falling sand Sweet are the moments gone we shared, same Today, let it forever be, love, fellowship, peace Merry Christmas then to all of you, thanks too Angelic thoughts and souls of sweet compassion Sing your hearts with joy the season through Serenading still family, friends, all with sacred passion.
Any way, she makes my heart beat pure. No one loves her like me I'm sure. Nothing will make me act in this way, Apart from this little one having all the say! Believe when I tell you she is a pain. Engulfed with "snot", however this is her reign! "Listen Dad!" (I have to, or she'll drive me insane)!
Lillian means "Heaven's Flower." I wonder do you know who I am? Life is kinda empty without you in it my daughter. Love between a father and daughter should be unbreakable! I've watched you grow up these 7 years in photographs. And it kills me I haven't been able to hold you. Not a day goes by I don't think of you Lilly. Jean was my momma's middle name given to you. Everyday i pray you're doing well baby girl, And you need to know you're my world. Nothing or no one will ever change that! *Lillian Jean Anderson is my youngest. She is 7 years old!
Cody of you I ponder Obessed with concern and wonder Desiring a good life and joy Yearning for you to be a happy boy Just come close to me Understand my desire for thee Standing beside you all the way Thinking there will be a better day I love you and always will Now and untill God calls me and then better still
Undeniably, I have been held in bonds of tears. Not knowing how to show feeling in years, Speech has never been a strong point for me. Points of life are all that my heart will see. Our words have been unspoken for so very long. Kindred views between us have always been wrong. Even though our passion was fleeting, beyond repair, Now you come to me with self-loathing and despair. We were then and this now, never to return again. Once again, you come forth to take all the sin. Reality is our love was only lust, so we must, Deal and surrender to the discipline and disgust. So you and I have a need, burying past in the dust.
s- is for sunday a day of the week u-is for union that you have with your family n-is for nagative when the rain poors from the sky s-is for snowcone all frozen and cold h-is for hunny that the beez like to eat i-is for icecream that you eat everyday of the year n-is for naughy or nice its almost that time of year e-is for exacellent what a great poem i wrote!
Sharing parents, Incredible friends, Blood related, Love oriented, If away from home, Nostalgic for them, Grown up together, Soul mates for ever.
So much for that in my childhood. Irrational idioms slinging often. Loads and loads of arguing. Everyday from 6am to 6am. Not at home anymore in my own place, To get over him. No night I had peace had to go to bed angry at dad. I hated the awful experience of him opening Hell's Gates with his hurtful words of hate towards me, my mom, and others He did not love. He loved some but not all The awful turbulent troll rolls in guilt while I'm at my own home with silent nights.
What a Pleasure to see you coming down the Street Cause you were So friendly and So sweet The nicest person anyone could ever meet Never to do Evil did you walk your feet Although, at times, were you forced to bring the heat So that the bad things, We wouldn't Repeat As you did when I, myself, of a good frienship did cheat Being it was your Nature to always be discreet Looking all sharp, matching from head to feet Wearing stylish hats and your hair so neat Proud Mama with devoted daughters to make your life complete Enjoying good company and soul food to eat Which you to be a part of, would do, in a heartbeat Often, on the go, come hail, snow or sleet For one monkey your destination couldn't defeat Having the energy in which the Energizer bunny couldn't compete Always Smiling, to have known you was A Special Treat At the right hand of the Father, you definitely earned that Seat
God has not given us a spirit of fear In each of us there are gifts For us to stir up The gifts that God has given you needs to be Stirred properly. Do not neglect the spiritual gift you have given to you and confirmed by prophetic words when the elders laid hands on you. I Timothy 4:14 Therefore I put thee in remembrance that thou stir up the gift of God which is in thee through the putting on of my hands. For God hath not given us the spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. II Timothy 1:6-7
Musing for memories Etched in back of mind Mom I remember Overbearing news Reguarding brothers drowning Inquiry stated caused by flashbacks from meth and herion Eleven and didn't quite still understand So I just prayed to God to forgive his lost soul Memories Was My Topic Tribute To My Brother Gary {RIP}
Little by little befuddled Overwhelmed; off track or muddled Scatterbrained; astray and puzzled Tapped out; tore up or bumfuzzled
Little moments; big ideas; grand schemes and flops! Intimacies shared; secrets held; pennies saved in a box. Friends laughing; enemies kept close; bills; brooms and Mops. Every breath a different thing; a rose; a bird; or an Ox!
My mom writes me Which makes me happy We live two hours away But always have a lot to say I see her now and then And hate to see it come to a end She's getting older And more bolder I miss her a lot And she'll never be forgot My mom is great Which is not late I love you mom As each day is calm
D ark day will sometimes arrive A nd when I think of my daughters I feel so alive! U conditional love keeps me strong G od's blessings never go wrong H appeness overrules all my sadness T hose three little girls I love with all I possess! E ven if I'm having a bad day and things aren't going right; R ed cheeks of laughter with my babies at play is a wonderful sight! S o when dark moments arrive I think of them and feel so alive!!!! *For Farah Chammas contest "My Favorite Things"
Where is my father who I've not yet seen, Where is he living where has he been. Uncanny this feeling it's making me sad, Left me hurting I'm needing my dad. His face I can not picture an image forgotten, How could he do this it's simply just rotten. Maybes I'll meet him one day if it's down as my fate, Or maybe I'll meet him waiting at heavens gate. Where is my father he's supposed to be by my side. I search for him always with eyes open wide. He knows I exist he just can't stand up and be a dad, It sure is hard but mostly it's sad. I know I'm not in the wrong I was only a child, Having no father is driving me wild. Where is my father where has he been, I dream of the day his face can bee seen.
Stay humble, my friend for trouble lasts for a while. This life horrors us with many tests and trials. Alone you may think you are, but don't fret. Your enemies will soon be your footstool. Honesty,courtesy, and prayer are are some components of humility. Understanding yourself as well as others also plays a part. Memorize these instructions, which are a good tool. Be kind and wise,observant strong and quiet, too. Learning and living by the of God is the best facility and Example for yourself and the rest to be and to stay in the act of humility. wrote Spring 2004 while student @ ULM
Baby girl how I miss you so! Rest-a-sured, you're thought of more than you know. I haven't been there for you and it cuts like a knife. A huge part in my heart aches because I need you in my life! Nothing can change the fact that I'm your daddy and you're my baby girl. No one can ever again separate you from my world. A raven haired Angel...... PS Family Brianna is my middle child. She is 9 years old. Hopefully my dearest Audrey has put a pic of Brianna up on my facebook and myspace so you guys can see her!
There is a man, his name is Shane. he is my father. and for that i am eternally grateful. he gave me life and encouragement. he wasn't always there in the beginning of my life. but now i am here living with him and i couldn't be happier. he gives me strength and keeps me safe. there is a man his name is Shane and i am proud to call him dad. " This poem is dedicated to my dad the best dad ever. I love him very much. I love you dad "
Nothing you said to me best night Outlasts the love of the Father Temporary pleasures leads to a life of disaster. A thing that I want to be part of my past. This day I choose to move on. I have Unshakable faith that I will Remain strong. Yes, indeed I will. I have a New way of thinking and no separations from the real love, Of God. I feel really sorry for you. You're Neglecting the life that God gave the one that's true. wrote 1-27-10
Most women on Easter Sunday Morning wear festive and elegant Bonnets to match their bright Dresses; men wear lighter, sharp Suits with cheery feeling, not the Usual dark ones that are so Depressing and their neckties must be Perfect! Coming out of the church in Throngs, they seem brides and grooms Again...chatting and smiling at one Another, knowing that He was, Risen and gone to Heaven to Prepare a place for them and their Children...shouldn't they rejoice Today? And sitting at an exquisite Table they say Grace, while Easter Eggs and bunnies tempt them with their Lively colors and sweet smell! Even the Dogs and cats hide underneath the table for An unforgettable, delicious dessert! Entered in Brian Strand's Contest, "An Easter Picture"
Sluggish and settled or softened with age Low speed and laid back a lagging old sage Overdue and overwhelmed out of order and old Wound down and weary but her heart is pure gold
Another holiday season. Lots of success. Legacy being built. People may hate on me. Refuse to let them shake me. All things work together for my good. In Your plan for my life. Seeds being sown. Everyday is a winding road. So, I'll roll with the punches. Tough days I had this year. Owe mighty praises to You mighty Father. You helped me do things that I never thought I could do. Only You are the key to prosperity. You Father, Unlocked the doors that I had locked due to my negativity. wrote 12-25-09
Nothing is always the answer. Everything is sometimes an enhancer. Value the most important things. Raise your voice, and say something not too vengeance. Talk to seomeone who's enough to trust. Often say things that densest. Love just enough to be the greatest. Amaze the surroundings and be the smartest. Tuition for this world. Easy as can be.
Dream with her and you will feel, your own reborn to life anew. Allow her to be herself; don't try to make her you. Uplift her self esteem and feel, your own soaring high. Give her your world to tarry in, and she'll teach you to fly. Hold tight the precious memories, of her every days. Thank God for lending her to love, teach her of his ways. Exclaim your love at every turn, never let her doubt. Remember life before she came, how'd you live without?
Cot's for each of us Army style Made up Perfectly Inside of a Neatly set up Great big green and white Tent. Home to all 10 of us. For the weekend. Everybody in one tent. Sleeping, Laughing. Breakfast, eggs and grits on paper plates. Lunch, cooked on the grill. Mama's Potato salad. Always people to meet. Most to never see again. Camping.. I am talking about Camping.. Kids tuckered out and ready for bed before Dark. Soft. Soothing voices you hear from nearby. Friends made and enjoyed for a few days. Always something new to discover. Mary even danced once in the pavilion. I wanted to dance too but no body asked me. Later I did win at Bingo though. Reuben won too. Yes.. we did all those things deep in the woods. Down a long dirt road. while we were camping! Swimming in the lake. Taking walks around the park. Clay roads. Dark. Yet exciting to walk around at night. All together. Listening; Laughing; Loving Each other for wonderful camping weekends! !!
H -is for Home: a place where one should be able to go when there is no other place of refuge; a place of love, safety, solace and warmth. A place where all live for God, and God lives in all. A place where "I" is given a back seat when necessary for the "unity" and "strength" of All. A place where selfishness does not play a dominant role; and jealousy and envy if seldom heard of as Love should guide each thought, each word and deed, making certain for an atmosphere of harmony and peace. O -is for Open-mindedness: a trait each individual family member must possess because opinions of a diverse nature will be expressed and must be taken into respectful consideration; none to be overlooked or belittled or thought light of or considered to be less important than another. Each one should be able to express himself/herself without fear of being disowned or made to feel inadequate or inept for that expression. Open-mindedness leaves the lines of communication open for discussion that all may always feel welcome no matter how those differences may manifest themselves. Open-mindedness saturated in Love and influenced by Truth will keep Unity alive and family members together. M -is for Mindful: every member being motivated or encouraged to respect each other and each other's personal property; do not haphazardly, unconsiderately take "undue" advantage of another family member; if unsure about that members thoughts on a certain subject or belongings, don't forget to Ask and then in love, accept the resulting answer whether it's in your favor or what you want to hear or not. Being mindful and considerate of others promotes greater family Unity and division(destructive) will be non-existent. E -is for Encouragement, edification, and empathy: each one should encourage the other; edify or lift up; praise the other as well as be empathetic- be able to place yourself in another members' shoes. Never assume anything! Be sure of all things before making any major analysis of another member, or making any criticism or judgment. As best as is possible, make Love the central dominating power so that any word said from any thought con- ceived and any deed done will be in direct correlation/alignment with what's proper, decent and right. H-O-M-E: Right prevails; Truth excels!
Simple muscle movements; so everyone sayS Many hearts are brightened by their happy beaM I love to see one light the eyes; as the mouth says HI Listening to a child's laughter always makes mine swelL Everyone looks beautiful when they wear a smilE!
Golly gee how did I ever Receive such a gift of Old age to pontificate Wisely winding through Interests as varied and New as a Grand baby who Only Loves a Dear me.
Bound By a Love Never ending. Every sweet breath Something special. So exciting; So perfect. I am Overjoyed. Nothing prepared me for this. God, I thank you for this Blessing!
Hear the ramblings as the count down now begin. A few seconds later toasting with champagne or gin, Pressings tender kisses upon loved ones lips. Preparing for a new year with precious tips, Yes, we all make a promise to stop something. Nearer to our loved ones, our heart does sing. Even the children at home, watch the ball drop. Wearing pajamas celebrate, drinking milk or pop. You and I my dear we kiss and hug for our love so. Every year the same though we find a different glow. Again, this year, we find ourselves growing old. Realizing that our faith and love, worth more than gold
Try my hardest not to give up in the middle of things I've already started Involved in many things through school Friendly with most people until they make me mad Freighted by the thought of growing up Almost a Valentine's Day baby Nearly done with my childhood Young compared to most of my class Pressured by family to work hard at all the things I do Educated compared to a lot of my family Tough to win an argument against Typical high school procrastinator Youth full of love, passion, frustration, and confusion
Pretty perky Hardworking Yellow golden hair Loving Laughing Intelligent, industrious So cool
Determined to forget all that has happened A life of regretts Managing to get by day by day After the storm settles another begins God has but kept me strong in adversity Every thought of him helps me through the pain Day after day I wish for a new life for this one is damaged
Friends and foes Always there wherever you go Many right and many wrong, I love them all day long Lucky to have them no matter what You can always count on them to be pains in the butt * I think this is true of most families...LOL....mine are who they are and what they are and I love each and every one :-)
You know that you should be here On your way to doing what you're called to do gaining an Understanding of Biblical truths to aid you. Well I'm doing that on my own. Too busy In the presence of God to Speak with you on the phone He wants you. I don't want you sometimes. I don't know why He does sometimes in The human eyes of mine. He knows what is best for, All of us but the big choice, To make for our lives is left up to us. Yes to God and no to Satan, Or no to God and yes to Satan. Understanding and application of His principles is the key to Walking in your destiny. Everyday of your life is numbered; don't' waste time, Running in Satan's circles. Everyday is a winding road filled with God's wonder along with, Hard trials to keep our faith stronger. Each day is a blessing from God that we don't deserve. Running from God causes pain that's severe. Everyday you continue run having false fun but I just know you wish you were here. wrote 1-27-10
Fling it over that way baby! I said that way.. over there! Shoot! you didn't fling it where I said! How do you know there aren't fish there.. I saw one jump just a minute ago! Never listen to me.. I'm just a Woman! Good thing I didn't want fish! First and Last time I bring her with me! I know how to fish!!! She did NOT see A fish Jump! How does she know where the fish are? I always fish here.. Now I have an EXPERT along! Good thing I didn't want to catch any fish!
My friends and enemies, I send best wishes of cheer. Especially my poetic friends, I send joy next year. Rich talent of words I wish, to all those who read. Rhythmic flow in all poetic lines, expressed indeed. Your lines of poetry, blessed with joy so sincere. Christmas time has joy and happiness for all. Having peace and love, shared broad and tall, Reaching out to others, giving with true feelings, I send out to poetry soup family, great dealings. Secret blessings from the spirit of this season, True passion of faith, my heart sends in reason. Merry Christmas, to all the poets on the earth, Allowing their freedom of words with worth, Sincerely, I wish superb and joyous mirth.
~"Run run as fast as you can." ~"Everybody knows you can't outrun Jimmy!" ~"Under the house! Quick! he won't follow you under there!" ~~BAM! "Reuben ~ duck! You can't just run up under the house!" ~"Eventually he will give up and go away. Then you come out!" ~"Now Reuben! Come out Now.. But run for the house!" ~"Curve and weave and he'll miss But don't you stop." ~"Bet ya money he could lasso a bull." ~"Lot's of practice make a bad boy good at what he does." ~"Actually he ain't all bad. He gave me some of his candy once." ~"Candy he dropped in the dirt I betcha! Or worse." ~"Keep your eyes open. He ain't gone far! Run! Run! here he comes again!" ~"Just let me lasso you one more time and I'll quit!" ~"Ah shucks! I didn't hurt ya! why ya wanna cry for?" ~"Mama better not hear about this!" ~"Ever think you might grow up to be a Bull? You need practice! ~"Someday when yall grown and learn about recreation ya gonna thank me!" ~"Everybody knows recreation is good for ya! Even a dummy knows that. ~"Babies cry and girls. Patsy's crying cause she's an old ugly girl." ~"Let her cry by herself.. Hush that up! Ya better RUN! ~"Alright, I won't rope yall no more today. Just one last time!" ~"Come on, eat this candy; It taste like dirt; But you will like it." ~"Keep yall refreshed is all I'm trying to do.. It's just recreation..It's good for yall.
On the Arabian Desert, I deeply burned my skin Venturing out this strange land of hooded prince Endless sleepless nights, mother serves, with tea Rushing into the basement, to iron master's plea Singapore, a three steps, from our wooden door Every morning, sister's scrubbing a marble floor As, she listen to silent cries, of younger brothers Sailing, day and night, in seven seas of thunders! Feeding our worn minds, with courage and love Inspire us, with your words, O, Father up above! Let your holy spirit guide us, from dawn to dawn I beg you; protect us, including siblings, at home Pampering the young and the old, of the G-Eight In return, my true Master, for you, I will not be late Now, sons and daughters, of Pearl of Orient Sea Of things, be honest and true, and as always be! Working diligently; for it is in your noble blood Overcoming all the trials, have your faith in God Run not embracing the edge, of sharp-blade knife Keep the spirits high; for it's just a temporary life Even if, you are, mean workers, in foreign realms Ruin not, your dignity, with these pieces of dimes Sisters and brothers, live proud, O precious mine! Dedicated to all OFW ..for your courage and sacrifices in helping keep the economy of our motherland afloat. Mabuhay!
We gathered as a family this evening remembered you Interesting how your name came up, Long after you were gone, those who came Listening to old conversations of love Inspired in themselves a longing to meet you Asking questions delicately about your demise Memory mentioned the poignant details Willingly, what was wrapped away unwrapped me All these years of anxious alternatives provoked Timelessly never settled the score of your loss to me Tenure me brotherless; O pian, in your silence, recline! Instill again my motivation to exceed the hollow ones Mother made us her diamonds out of the rough Infused us with her piety and strength of soul Sufficed with sparse scraps of bread, yet we flourished Sojourning in studies that enoble man to obtain You came back polished beyond nuances of meaning Over excited, I too late comprehended you were bleeding Unstopably the transfusion of all our love away.
Caleb you I held on my knees A child I truly love Lent to me from God above Everyday when you gone Blank is the canvas and frayed
One heartbreak from a lost loved one. Nearer to Heaven, they have such a gift. Every soul has the choice for so many. Transplantations of organs, Gods endowment, Reviving of life through a medical option, Another's existence gave a second chance. God provides the knowledge, we all learn. Evangelical intervention the sole provider, Death of one in tragedy delivers restoration. You will supply love, from ones deliverance.
{Blessed Angel} Today you entered into the world Realities chosen gift of love for us I vow to honor your every sound Needing your mom and dad around In sickness we will tend to you Taking care of those little sad blues Young and tender you will be in our hearts eternally... Fragrance of glory from flowers fields on angelic wings you graced our lives. From heavens throne room of love divine with softness as the clouds formed above. Blessed little angelic sweetness your our present from hopes hands. Charming child of delight perfection you are loved with all that is in us. So listen sweet little one of mine heavens missing a sound. Your tiny voice in the choirs songs was sent to us on a cloud.
By being mean first, a sense of strength is acquired Unfortunately, it is false strength, actually weak Letting others see them flex their fake muscles Learning, not, to ever turn the other cheek Yet, they seem to always need a posse or a group In their attempts to look real tough, but never do Never do they admit that they are weak and insecure Giving the perpetual image of a bully to me and you.
My dear Louisiana residents of now and the past, It is my massive pleasure in, Saying that our mission has been accomplished. Seeing our spectacular Saints marching in, In the Super Bowl sizzling the, Old Colts carefully into a, New age of our football history, And indeed having a Super Bowl victory. Colts of Indianapolis, we just suggest that you, Congratulate us in advance and dance with, Our bands of fans that will come to, Miami with us in a colossal caravan. Please don't cry it's a special time of our, Lives. We know what pain is like. It's definitely no supreme, Stranger to us. The awful Hurricane came five years ago, our families was spread from the East coast to the west coat, some died, but we remember that, Dear Louisiana is our home and that we survived. Wrote 1-31-10, Prior to the New Orleans Saints Super Bowl XLIV win.
Chocolate with whip cream steaming Holiday spirit beaming with each sip Radiating with His love and joy for all Ice cream with a cherry on my apple pie Santa and his sleigh is coming tonight Tomorrow the stockings will be graced Moving and singing with love and delight Alas, the angels send praises from heaven Surrounding us with His grace and tidings
Willingly, I give This Heart; To Have and hold. Inscribed with Special hopes and dreams, of my Kindred soul… Inseparably, Spliced within the Splendors gracing our lives Comments: Happily, I seal my pledge with this kiss Assuredly, this love shall last eternally
Taking a risk to disclose Everything you Said That you wanted Information about, Never Guessing That your Real Ulterior motive Twisted my Heart.
I'm in my fox hole cold and damp, I'm using my matches for a lamp, I'd give anything to be at home, instead of this ditch here all alone, oh the thoughts of mama going thru my mind, with her loving arms around me, she's so kind, I can almost smell the cooking that mama did, with her shiny pots and fancy lids, I hate to wake up, cause then I'll see, I'm still in this hole for eternity.
Patience and love, guidance too Actions of wisdom, assisting you Rewarding achievements; as you do Enriching our lives; this is true Never a doubt; encouraging to pursue Trusting and giving; seeing you through Sharing unconditional love; we forever thank you
An angel Chaste in nature Having us smile Innocent mind and Life is fragile Desires for love
Disarrangement overwhelms our company Years of family tales to tell Scars from previous combats Fierce conviction handed down so well United in chaotic conditions No responsibility for actions revealed Typical disorganized reunions Irrational behavior tightly sealed Order is not on the menu Nor is the tranquility we all long for A slice of bitter pie we offer Longing to indulge sour pastry more Forever we're united As all family members should be Maybe my families not perfect Innocent love is all I can see Leaning on each others shoulders Yesterday or today, we'll always disagree © Stacy Lynn Stiles
The only thing that seems to bring me joy what some might consider a toy i sit for hours and just stare hoping this beautiful music will transport my imagenation in to thin air. This music box tells a story of days long been told history both new and old generations this music box has been past almost like eyes that have seen the world change. My treasure which will some day bring my children and their children pleasure, from what i've been told there use to be a key hidden deep inside this music box which is what makes it so unique. My great grand mother explain to me that the precious key was used to hide members of my family and family friends in a secret room when for sure they would face doom if found by the Gestpo that cold day in June. And when the coast was clear to calm the fears of the children hiding in the room my great grand mother would play that music box that i hold dear today. The music box of mistery tears of centeries hold a special place in my heart what great object the music box which secrets are forever unlocked.
Fat cat with the paunch in his belly Always eating the jam and grape jelly Talks with a soft voice when sleepy Hates back yard critters that's creepy Elevates his family with much love Reveals his heart with a soft touch
Daylight almost always found you ~ Bible in hand rocking by the fire. Already you had done more than some ~ men do in a day and were about to leave for work. Doing the work of two men Half your age ~ a factory slave for most of your life. Daring to marry a young 'un they said wouldn't stay ~ staying together to raise eight. Praying us grown. You left to soon you know. That Sunday before day ~ Bible at hand, Sitting in your chair. One Last I love you. I wanted to tell you so many things. ~ I wanted to ask you more questions. Longing for you. Sometimes I smell your cigar ~ and I feel that you are near. One of the cool breezes I feel touch me. ~ If I turned would you be there? Very Likely wearing that Dark green sweater ~ that Mama knitted and you wore so often. Every day I think of you rocking ~ eyes sometimes closed but not asleep. Yes, I know you loved every one of us. ~ your children, your brothers, sister, Wife. One day, we are taught, that we will meet again ~ in Heaven where some circles will be broken. Until then we miss you Daddy. Mama is lonely ~ and I just wanted to say Daddy I love you!
Forgiving Adore Musing Inseparable Loyal Your shoulder to cry on
Patience of the saints, no doubt, in me deeply burn I cry, in my nocturnal solitude, for your final return Live…and die only in own image, to me, you entrust I will love you and will cherish you forever, till I last Peeling your brown smooth skin offshore, just to clothe I am your lasting joy, I know, but, dreams' for us both Never had I questioned your plea, for the world to see Although I bleed, from repression, you're certainly free Sons and daughters, wherever you are, remember me…
V ery much a "people" person E ndevoring to always be helpful R arely letting my temper flare N ot that it isn't tempting at times E xcept I always feel foolish afterwards T hat alone is reason for restraint T ough at times, but worth the effort E xception...don't mess with my family
S- incere attempts to understand. I- mediate love and care. S- hares pain and fear. T- ells the truth and sacrifices lies. E- ncourages in everyway possible. R- eaches out to share many a tear.
Fun to be with...(most of the time...) Always on the go and rushing (am i right?) Misunderstandings and miscommunication....(difficult to talk to) Interesting and boring at times.....(usually tue) Love them to death no matter what....(but maybe not like...) Yearning to get along, but does with Difficulty.. (its really hard to me...) this is family to me, i would be interested in anybody's opinion about family and this poem Enjoy! -WÖLF
C- hosen ones H- ave humble U- nderstanding of the R- essurection of C- hrist Jesus, in H- im we are saved!
Flag of two, side by side, of red, white and blue In thirsting heart of thine, let God's words shine Let not this symbol of two, suddenly, be in blue In the land of apples, dwell peace-loving people Pearl of the Orient, with a pure and natural scent It's blended, in your blood, be happy and be glad No one can take; keep it safe, for your own sake Of all good things you gained, use it, not in vain Arm with courage and wisdom, from native Juan Molded and taken care, by hospitable Uncle Sam Ever be grateful of life, and defend it against strife Run not from trouble, but, mend it by being noble In the eyes of all, we can stand tall, being humble Color of skin, white or brown, never forget our kin Ah! My brother and sister, live in the spirit of two No Fil-Am, without the grace of our Sam and Juan For poet J.B, my Fil-Am brother
Matthew was my first, named for my brother Agreat heart he has, a good 14 year old he is Truly a miracle, when first he was born To the top of his blond head, I gave him a kiss He, from the start, became my best friend Everything he ever does, meets with success Will always be my baby boy, until the day, I lay to rest. Kayla, my first girl, an angel from heaven Arrived in this world just twelve years ago Yelling to all that I had a daughter, proud dad I am Letting all see her beauty and my love that showed An angel she is still today. Megan, my second girl, still such a beauty Earned all my love even before she was born Gives to me, now, for the ten years I've known her A love that is genuine, sometimes funny and always warm Never leaving anyone without a smile. Daniel, the baby, is just now eight years old Actually tries to do everything, always alone Never gives up when things might be difficult In fact sounds quite older, when on the phone Ever the one to jump without thinking Leaving me scared, but proud to call him, son. My every wish for them in life is all their dreams to come true Young typical children they are and good children, too! Knowing them is to appreciate them even more Inspiring others, somehow they really can and do Deepening my love for them each and every day Simply because they're about and giving love, true.
W- alk meek and lowly, O- nward by his Grace. M- aintain a quiet life wiht trust A- nd look to GOD above, thus N- ow, by faith; live.
H- elp us LORD to E- scape our awful maze of sin. A- lways remind us we are thine, and to R- each for thee whilst T- hou toucheth our hearts. A- id us by Your purpose true and C- cleanse us of all evil. H- ear us when we pray, our E- ternal, Beloved and precious Father.