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Thank you for this bounty, God that you give to me for grain that grows within the field and fruit upon the tree Thank you for the little seeds that in the spring are sown and with your gifts of sun and rain have through the summer grown Thank you for the farmers, Lord and bless them for their toil as now they gather in the fall this bounty from your soil This was inspired by Brian Strands' Harvest Hymn Contest, which I unfortunately missed but I wanted to share it with you today and dedicate it to Brian for the inspiration and support he gives to us here at the Soup. RG
Shall I compare thee to a winter's day? Thou art much more shrivelled and much more cold Rough winds shake the withered leaves of today. And your stomach hath too many a fold. Sometimes too hot your sister shines, And often is your grey complexion dimmed; And you always smell like my uncle's swine Except your upper lip is less well trimmed. Thy eternal summer did long since fade And lost possession of that fair thou ow'st; And Satan brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives death to eyes.
LAST SUPPER Elements of roasted lamb Cups of wine ,nouveau Sweet tasting spice nut paste Eaten,without haste and digested with commands of love !
Light Inspirational, Sacred Flying, Soaring, Undying Wanting, Trusting, Desiring, Faith Ascertain, Determine, Learn Wretched, Suffering Climb
For days at a time there is nothing to eat, There is no where to sleep. Hunger is a social condition. It is a horrible physical way of living. It leads to malnutrition, famine, and starvation. It is a plaque and epidemic in poor nations. First off there is so many children and adults with improper diets or nutrition. Hunger affects about a sixth of the world's total population. Why can't we get together, and try to feed the poor, If we all came together as a whole we can do more. Let's pray poverty away We have to make this dark cloud of hunger into a brighter day. Due to hunger more than 1 die each second. So to eat a plate of food now days is a blessing. About 750,000 suffer from hunger due to financial restrictions. So now I ask you how are we Americans living? But if we were all well-fed, Let us not forget about the homeless, because half of us go hungry to our beds. Matthew 5:6 "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.
Two squirrels gathering nuts and foraging in the woods. Scurrying about sniffing and prodding things weren't looking to good. A storm was a coming so frantically they searched. All the while an owl looked on watching on his branch perch. He being the wisest of all the creatures spoke and said to the squirrels. "Quit going so fast the things you need are over by the farmers barrels." The little ones listened and went to the barnyard. Seeing this opened barrell they saw kernels of corn scattered around in discard. Excited they accomplished there task of gathering, rushing to an fro they had a stockpile. Almost an hour later they were set for the winter it would last a long time. Thanking the owl bellies full strored food for the winter they were ready to hibernate. All was well the food for the family secured the chilling winter they would escape. Stockpile a idea we should learn from the insects, critters, they store to survive. They see a brighter future for their species they are truly alive. How about you? Carnal man do you think ahead? Do you save? Do you store blessings from your Creator following His laws and strive to behave? Our faith, hope, and dreams allow "us" to have a choice and scurry to find God's edicts? Stockpiling "Blessings" in the book of life you can give your life a spiritual gift. Even the squirrels know when it is time to stockpile even though they run only on instinct. Carnal man can reason animals can't, who is smarter the animals or man, it is very distinct.
She smells of stale garbage and wine Her boots all worn and tattered Stern-faced and stony eyes Dressed in a tired ol' mink She shivers as she takes a rest From pushing her metal cart Squeaking and overflowing with Items reflecting her life She had been warned twice to move The choice was not hers to make Today, like all the others She will walk ten blocks or so In hope to find a warmer place To lay down for the night Just a corner to rest Is all she will be needing She knows this will be over soon The pain gets worse each day Yet, her hopes live on for one more day Her deliverance is on its way! ~*~ *"HOMELESSNESS"
Making it clear thus you have been purified This side of the fence thus you stand in defense You have been remade thus light has sterilized The rarity of this clarity His will presents
Dust covered crawled like worms, had no concern Found on ground ripened apple's bitter juice Digging in gluttony without discern Dark heart in matter chooses wrong produce Climb from trunk to branches long journey true Building without rest to sleep in cocoon While feeding on nourishment from fruit grew Rise from sleep to sail high sky like balloon
Appearing timid yet forever I will resist Kindness as a weakness yet true strength is Dark forces this day a dove keeps at bay My blood drains because Ye Almighty reigns
God must be sleeping now as the dog dreams He mumbles help me as he is thrown into the ring As he is bitten his tears of hope cry I was happy to run and my mothers paws God must be sleeping now as the addict waits for her trick She opens the car door and wonders where did I turn Her Father drank and beat her Mother I was happy kicking cans and hiding and seeking God must be sleeping now as the mother stands the line Waiting her chance to speak and get the dole Her children screaming and no food or goodies I was happy playing with dolls and doctor was my downfall Allah must be sleeping as the Taliban beat the solo women She cries for pity as the men strike her with the club She wears the burqa and prays for America I was happy playing in the fields with my brother God must be sleeping as the old woman has her pocketbook snatched Her social security money gone as the food she will eat Sitting on the ground thinking and praying and no answer She was happier even when her husband lay dying and alone God must be sleeping as the Earth quakes and tsunami The wave crashes over the homes of the unsuspecting The wife being torn from her husbands arms never seen again To death came to part and the happiness too God slept on the seventh day as he was tired The people constantly praying for his wonders His world in ruins as mankind molest his children He was happier when he walked the gardens of Eden
Head hung low, I walk the street- Timid to feel the hangman's loss- Every step on my blistered feet- Takes me closer to, the Christian cross- With every second, my soul does exhaust- Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry- Hide my eyes my shame is discreet- Explain to me God, why must I die? You say the hunger game I did cheat- I see on that hangman's rope your hands across- How close I was to starvation beat- Why must I die for naught but sauce- On bread instead of my usual moss- I hope you see my little child cry- Although to you unjust is a treat- Hold him God on the day he will die- With my head hung low, I walk the street- My family will feel the hangman;s loss- No more will I walk upon these blistered feet- Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross- For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust- My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry- No more reason for you to stand all so discreet- I am happy at last, on the day that I die- I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross- These murderers relax themselves on their own lie- In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss- I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-
When life takes hold of you no mercy given Foreclosures popular , the new age to walk ..driven When your nerves are shattered The home you live in seems scattered Just breathe ~ children don't understand why you can't give money on the daily life feels cold and The bills are unbearable to open it seems When there is not enough food in the pantry for all you feel you are losing as you begin to fall , loose sight of dreams Just breathe ~ All these things are a test , every breath that counts. It's the faith, and will to live , as anxiety mounts In your darkest hour just call on his power with the help of God above , you will surmount. just breathe ~ just keep breathing " Just another day in paradise Contest "
What dark force wears the devil's mark (666) And bites those thrown off "Noah's Ark"? Dragging sweets through the mud While chomping for blood... A bully is like a white shark* *Only white sharks have better table manners, and so in the tradition of Emily Post—the innocent eventually rise up and seek justice—and use knives (and forks and spoons)! This poem was inspired by Laura Breidenthal's recent poem entitled "666".
Work. Toil. The pain I put in the ground. For such a precious thing. Corn. The family enjoys their meal. They plant their leftover kernels. And wait for me to tend to them. Work. An endless cycle in which happiness is born. ©Demand4poetry 21 February 2013
Feeling the loss because of a transgression Dwelling in darkness home base the light Not promise forgot make your confession Though you may feel low sail to great height
As I close the door behind me… I stand upon the porch. Every day I leave here… becomes so much more bitter sweet. I found the money yesterday so I could pay my note, But what about next month or the others sure to come. I raised my children faithfully under this old roof, and… Memories abound, like the raindrops that hit upon my roof. Yes, I admit leaving here will cause a little pain. But the day-to-day struggles have striped away the gain. Where once I held on steadfast… now I waiver on that thought. Instead of seeing comfort, now it's the struggles I have fought. The food upon the table… outweighs the comfort of this house. But yet, my heart still bleeds for what will soon be lost. How to tell the children… it will be hard at its very best. I'm sure they'll rail against it and cause me more pain, yet. But I can't expect them to understand, this old grownups shame. I promised to protect them… so today I'll continue on my search A job or a little money may pop up from anywhere, you know. All I have to do is keep my feet planted firmly on the ground. God will provide eventually, even if it's a step, or two, or three down. Every day as I close the door behind me and I stand upon this porch… I say a little prayer and add a little wish… May tomorrow find us better off than here we are today… And may others please be helped like us… as we try to make our way. CSEastman
Lets raise our hands and all rejoice Allow the world to hear our voice This time of year the work never ends We join together and help our friends That's how the Lord would have it be I offer help to you, you offer help me We are working together hand in hand Because our harvest shall feed the land Praise the Lord I want it to show Jesus is the harvester of my soul Jesus is now who harvest my crop From the bottom straight to the top Written for Brian's contest. Being from a farming County the Harvest is very dear to me. Last year I missed it due to my back, this year I'm in school. I think I'll go out on the weekend and work a few hours for free just so I can remain a part of something that I love so much. Nothing like the smell of the harvest in the morning, waiting on the dew to dry so you can roll up in the Rice. God I do miss the long days of honest work but the Lord is Harvesting my life in a new direction.
"What's your story?" she questions, "you seem interesting." wildflower eyes ~SIDE-NOTE: I reply, "NOW." (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really, often people become confused by such a unique response not this one... she's a beauty shiny minded stone lives warm under veins lacks definition of alone tho solo she stands tallest green blade unscathed each time the oily blade passes above erect she stays the same tingling pulses exhale her pores she'd rather sink than have to think the way of worldly whores still... malice skips her no ripples in the lake dripping from her face sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks gold flows throughout waves streaming locks sky clear eyes surprise those choosing to be consumed by her entice hands free of envy no webs to spin hips unmolested thighs slick turpentine be warned she will divide you no voodoo or silly twisted games though safe may escape you blemish-less untangled... the girl she Goddess baby of zero maybes KNOWS.... how? she knows as clarity lent us its giant umbrella her lipstick smacked my tongue from there we never looked back ~JSLaM
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame maiden is she with tumbled hair uncovered. She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim. Like Sara in the tent she lights the flame pristine hands in front of two eyes hovered. My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame At sunset each flickering flame frames a wish for communion, peace discovered, she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim. The table is set, the family exclaim, the challah's cut, the shofar uncovered. My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame. May peace and tranquility ever reign from sunset to sunrise rediscovered, she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim. This great mitzvah is sister Miriam's aim since the dawn of time this act's recovered. My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame. She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim. Dedicated to my baby sister Miriam who protects and serves. http://www.womeninthebible.net/1.7.Miriam.htm
Golden, Full Moon Shone On All The Harvest, That's Grown Welcome In Our Home
Talk turkey; talk turkey It's Thanksgiving day. Fill up your mouths the Thanksgiving way. Gobble down; gobble down meat and red berries. Some adding gravy for flavour that varies. White mashed potatoes hollowed in boats. Filled with yellow butter that warms 'till it floats. Turnip and parsnip mixed in together. Tangy mild flavour that lasts forever. Green tiny peas piled on the side; covered in butter in tears they have cried. All for the price of a prayer to say thanks and gathering our friends in a place that is nice. Happy Thanksgiving!
PROGRESS CHRISTMAS TOYS AND JOYS The toys in the shops today are different from the past, with electronics replacing bat and ball. Even parents get in the mix, and children need be fast, if they want to play with their new toys at all. Back-yard cricket is forgotten when the Wii comes on the scene. Virtual sports replace the games we know. Invisible balls are slashed at when hit towards the screen and a cartoon rival hits it back to you. These rivals in the TV Box will play with you alone, or you can play with a friend by your side. Sometimes a couch potato gets up to play and groan, but keen to join the game with a swing that's wide. The DS, Xbox and the PSP keep everyone amused with puzzles for the brains of young and old. There's Pokemon and Mario forever been renewed, played with concentration; fingers quick and bold. But the games are put aside when we are called to table; no fast food today it's Christmas fare for all. There's turkey, pudding, pies and cakes to eat if we are able, then we often fall asleep on the lounge, or in the hall. But lives, when shared with others are better for the sharing, with memories created and sent across the miles. These keep us going when we feel alone, with no one caring, then we see their photos; remember friendships and we smile. Wordancer
The darkness, how it does keep own persisting From me it said, you have no will resisting Completely it has almost spread round the world Telling you, this is all there be existing Preying on all, there is no righteous soul left Intentions of thee to leave all you bereft Molding ye a fruitless pattern of death The Creator does say, their will be a theft Endurance of faith in the One you should trust Turn away you all, from fleshly mortal lust The more men turn on you the more you will see Follow thee path of Jesus Christ does be just
Your presence I feel oh so near, it help me to relieve some of my fears of all my everyday cares, I feel your presence eveywhere. Whenever I walk down the street, I can feel the patter of your feet. I can feel you walking next to me telling tales of what I mean to you and thinking about all the things we used to do. Your presence is so close, it's as if I can smell your fragrance right under my nose. I am thinking of your smiling face all next to mines, telling me how you will love me until the end of time. Your presence is oh so strong and as I travel throughout this day it lingers on. When I decide to stop and dine, it's as though I feel your hand right next to mines. When I sat down to eat, I can see your eyes staring into mines, and you sitting there sipping on some wine. Your presence means so much to me and this is the way I want it to always be, me feeling you and you feeling me until forever and eternity.
Evil thoughts equal sin One must purge them within
water melon in my garden like the sun and moon just two… "...launcher ready…" steady my hand tending the weeds near a row of beans a far away land "...it's not a good time…" so I wondered and thought of when wars are just plays staged in the hands of writers like me… I'd arm the nations with radish leaves squash for bullets that unload seeds Peanuts money on my jelly spread I'd share the health giving lettuce, head… "... is it a good time now?..." who wants a cow chickens grown in crowded pens suffering blows in.human.e hands glitters the water between the corn I'd sale on ships into rosebud shores and i'd grow my fish in between the stores "...I'm god in my garden…" and I divide the rows soing what suits me in tomato groves and near my basil I'll build a school teaching the mint just how to be cool and over hear the potatoes anchor on stalks of beer "...wellcome…" to chi… banana central read booms of cheer ...but they say I'm mental. lentils are sooo good in soup! my capitals I declare are true! I only cook When I brew my stew… and no one regrets in the garden of Sue. "...yes piglet…" I was Just Making sure of you.
The cost be a benefit to charity I speak of A bid for mercy a reward from He thee Almighty One All who have fallen give in faith, so that they receive Unseen is this present, only in spirit they understand Selfish desires lost through forgiveness He has answered Foolish to many the choice that was made obviously right Turning of a page frees the once monetized slave His life was the price but still there be strife humbling to most A ghost now made Holy given to them headed down This frown now turned to a smile that last for an eternity
Let life win for now... when your head sadly down. Let life win for now... when your chips are down, Let life win for now... when you can't speak a sound, Let life win for now... win when you just getting up off the ground and life nocks you back down. Let life win for now, as you standing in free line, when your gut is light to get a bite to keep you up right to win the battles of life. But be poise and patient for those who step in your way, your enemy, your unknown rival... Let life pave the way therefore what you had good then and do not have now Let life win for now, because life knows what comes around. Poetry written by 11/26/10 Author Keith Kadell
Is it Christmas everywhere? Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears. Songs of merry Christmas delight. Snow covered rooftops glowing at night. Gifts of sparkling diamond rings. Christmas memories and special things. Holiday feasts and decorated doors. Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more. Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore. Paying with plastic I depleted my stash. Let us make a loan I need more cash. Is it Christmas everywhere? Are you sure without a doubt? Because some poor child this Christmas will be without. Give hope and love. Give prayers and faith. For those lonesome people on this Christmas day. Is it Christmas eerywhere? With war overseas? People dying and starving, and no shoes to cover their feet. Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty? Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat. What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands? It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand. With death and crying, and cold and mourning, an unfortunate road to a path with no glory. Oh! What a very sad Christmas story. My home is my castle that shelters me, but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street. So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give. Share your heart with someone and allow them to live. The best Christmas will be without a doubt, God will bless you for giving to those who are without.
It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range. so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul, here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning... into the light of a love letter written to dawn. soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time, way down deep on the inside, ...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live, flower to flower, blossom to bloom, watered and deeply cared for... O' Eden. I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay, I wish a sun-rise.
Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, But really they are preparing you for more school? Who knows? That has always been on mind for the past few days. *comment if you know why or if you have any ideas* -angel4eva23
Born in worldly sin seeking you thrust knife Turn away from man's unrighteous false goals This be cause will given a choice speaks life The teachings of Jesus Christ his word molds Unrelenting desire be thy way Without the One lost in doubt course be known Holy Spirit to baptize me I pray Direction change not in vain seek Ye thrown
The Sacraments of Christian Initiation Baptism, Confirmation and the Holy Eucharist Lay the foundation of every Christian life Faithful are born anew by Baptism, Strengthened by Confirmation Receive in the Eucharist the food of eternal life To receive increasing measures The divine life Advance toward the perfection of charity Written 09172012
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.
This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box. Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go Trying to protect but you can't turn back the clock What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect The library was vast holding knowledge long passed Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect Someone had already check out these 365 books See the flames raised high the city did overcook Spread them north and east so ordered the beast Because at the Star he did not want you to look
Please help me today!! I have walked for so long my body aches. I travel these roads with my big back pack. I wish that I had my old life back. Life dealt it's cards in one short day. I lost it all but I will be okay. I carry this cross along the way. I'm tired of this journey but I have hope. I clutch my bible, a way to cope. My cardboard box shields my head from the rain. I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain. I walk through the seasons of hot and cold, with no promises to keep and no one to hold. I'm lonely and tired and I feel so weak. Days go by with nothing to eat. Teardrops fall and I wipe them away. I have no one to call and nothing to say. I close my eyes and begin to sleep. No dreams tonight on this hot city street. It is very real. Is this really America? For those who don't notice are those who don't care. America has a real heartbreaking problem that needs to be fixed.
The Grace To Grow Through peril in its intact We have every reason by which to over react The Grace to grow; Many a shoulder to cry inflate the ego Through our hard stance with fate We lock our doors & protect out faith In long lines at the store lest I emplore Shades of trim left for me to begin In oscillating ivory towers a man from Mars The Grace to grow From a little seed next the full grain blown to harvest once again We can plant a seed deep enough through troubled waters come among Shades of gems crimsome with rubbies The cedar as a way of illumination Perhaps I'm in need of a break on some long awaited vacation? The Grace to grow
Time And Chance "11 I have seen something else under the sun: The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all. 12 Moreover, no one knows when their hour will come: As fish are caught in a cruel net, or birds are taken in a snare, so people are trapped by evil times that fall unexpectedly upon them." Phil 3:18-21 NIV The race is not won by the swift, Nor is the battle won by the strong. Wealth is not given to the brilliant, Nor food to the wise belong. Favor is not given to the learned And death not claimed only by the old. Men are trapped by evil 'Til their bodies grow still and cold. Time And Chance affect all mankind— No man knows when his hour will come. Wisdom belongs to God; All wisdom above and under the sun. Time And Chance are in His hands; Many simply must comply. God builds up or breaks down; Kings and nations to occupy. Fools are placed in high positions, And the rich are often laid low. Is everything understood by man? How does God work on earth below? If clouds are full of water, They pour rain upon the earth. But man is a mystery; Time And Chance not in his death or birth. We do not understand the hand That makes the seed spring forth; How the human body is formed, Or how the womb gives birth. Time And Chance are the equation That only God does know. Man is truly ignorant of how Time And Chance works here below. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com
tiny hams of garlic towering crowns of chives bursting busty rose tomatoes clutching lettuce clusters bulbous purple eggplants hiding in green velvet from the burning touch of sun another cold wet morning but hope has turned to promise and the planting has begun
Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause Blind be the dead denying Natures laws
Water bearer's drippings of dew Still nourishment for just a few
O, to sweat, one must commit For Earth's scented wheat-- Taste good, even, without meat Yet live, not by it Alone, but must eat God's fruits, sweet-- Eat! Note: this Poem is based on Mathew 4:4 CEV
Can anyone on this planet see that many unexplained occurrences are happening? Can a group of scientist, agriculturist, solve the worlds food problem? Can anyone control the weather? Can anyone truly say they can make the world better? Can we sustain food supply to the millions starving? Can we in good conscience think this through without it being alarming? Can a world facing over population, pandemics, and wars survive? Can do. This is what our Savior Jesus said if we are to remain alive. You see man has the power if he adheres to God's laws and allow our Spiritual Father in. Love, consideration love for your fellow humans, we alone allows the Holy Spirit in. God's edicts will stand the test of time. This belongs to God. He sees, hears, knows all, happenings are explained. Today now you can know the Father, just ask, be fearful of God, His road map, His heavenly signs, His truths remain. Can say this, the Bible says, "Prove all things?" Can do a motto, a search, a loving gift to all human beings? Don't be fooled confusion is the devil's way. Soon' Peace, love, a new kingdom. Don't worry it's more about the devil's pay day. Our Father will see to it that every fear, every sorrow will disappear. The conditions are simple; Love your God with all your heart and soul, live as if to hear. Keep your vigilance, pray for His will be done. As we lovingly spiritually see His Kingdom comes. The evil one cast to His predicted end into the pit. His legions, His followers, will be cast to the depths, and we will be better off because of this. Our new Kingdom on earth will be with the Father and Jesus. A loving caring peaceful earth, a gift from the Father we can go and talk to the Almighty, A Spiritual gift for us.
I RUN from FEAR. I HUNT for FEAR. I HIDE in FEAR. I FIGHT cause of FEAR. I'm FAR from you. I'm SCARED cause of you. You're the FEAR that I HUNT. You're the FEAR that I FIGHT. You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE. *Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have something to read that just fit's them.* -Angel4eva23
. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a piece of unleavened bread wine – fruit of the vine a feast of Holy Spirit fills my hungry soul with your gift of love redemption Lord! ~~~ Inspired by the Holy Bible Luke: Chapter 22: 7-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Awarded: First Place John Heck's Epulaeryu contest
As we gather, the sun heats sweet beats Blazing lands ye spread far west test rest These winds that blow changes though, will steel The cry of banshee, they dare rust trust They not see the light of day hither wither Signs knew not, manifest He speak seek Plainly in view will be done son Sun To be undone this cloaked veil, gowns crowns
He is everything good inside you and I The alpha and omega the earth and the sky He forgives our trespass as well as our thoughts Don't get confused for he can't be bought He is the planets as well as the stars I first found him inside prison bars He is all that has been or could ever be The sun and the moon the sky and the sea He is the beauty we see in a flower He created the universe with all of it's power He is the teacher who teaches us best He forgives us our sins and offers us rest He is the one who offered his Son To forgive us of things that we have done For he is love in it's truest form The comfort inside that makes us feel warm He gives unto us the right to choose The ultimate choice of win or lose When you feel lonely and full of despair Comfort is waiting in a single prayer He is the one thing from which we can't hide For he is the spirit that lives inside He is the beginning as well as the end For he truly is "our dearest friend"
Your path may be rocky and tough right now. But one day soon, He'll show you how, to seek His comfort and His love. It's time to pray to God Above. You've been given "Wings" to help you fly. Now's not the time to question why. Accept with gratitude the gifts you're shown, and simply know, you're not alone! His Angels are working, both day and night, to comfort you and relieve your fright. You've gone through some suffering and some pain. Now it's your time to come in from the rain. With open arms they welcome you, Alone or with children, but there's work to do. Awaken each day and see these gifts. Then share yours with others and your spirits will lift. For through His Grace you have a new day, But remember to thank Him as you pray. One day you will fully see your place, And know that through struggle, you'll soon see His Grace! Michelle D. ©December 2006 A Poem Dedicated to the Women and Children Of the WINGS Program (Women in Need Growing Stronger) A program dedicated to helping battered women and children, one family at a time www.wingsprogram.org
Angel From a distance the sound of feathers A whole host of words often whispered As if you haven't already heard his saving message In bitter silence we slowly become unshackled From this lying bitter place of cold ego's Then angel spreads her wings out on windows peak She then keeps silent from inside her swell; At its cold whispers haunting to dwell Many keep to themselves not wanting to be alone Then a cold chill sends a rage down my spine tingling like off the vine In time the sun heats up out on waters edge devides Many a demon would so often run away & hide Angels totally surrenders out on its night scene A brandished web of forbidden design, For some the angel would lie in wait to deceive In triumphant sounds of musical magestic beings light the scene We our still here to help egnite its flame While the entire world outside lies helplessly insane Out on its playing field some have no game, When our generation dies so does the other, The angel of darkness will seek to inhabit its light Shackled from a memory on a certain quest nor plight
im restricted with youre choices it makes me wanna cry im surrounded by voices that say, girl , why youre amaizing and u know it i dont have to say i think youve forgotten but somehow it got away he seems to control u no matter what u do its coming up sooooooo often but some how it gets to u and baby dont defend cause i swear ill leave u in the end
Temptations again they do be daily Ode to Jesus Christ dare I not fail they Surround by sin how can I win With faith and truth of heart No matter how the enemy comes at me Be I righteous and show charity
Pink Slime, Pesticides And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs And we wonder why there is an increase in learning disabilities among children today I say it's because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. I do understand that demand is high so we have to do somethin' So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and herbicides and other sh#! that's hard to digest I mean what's really the cause? There's more kids with disabilities today than there ever was I say it's because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. Pink Slime and Pesticides..We're eating stuff that's been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs
This world can look like an evil place; Where a man is judged by money, colour or race. When a child is broken by a 'human being' Yet the judge decides the evidence 'not worth seeing' This world can sound like we're knocking on hell's gate Innocence like venison, on the guilty man's plate This world can feel like a kind of hell All who hurt have a story to tell But this world is still a beautiful place, To those who have nothing - yet still say grace
The Common Good Rice pudding with cinnamon serves the common good Razor blades on wrists do not Utility of perfection is perfected knowing God and nature Playing with the devil and dark forces ends in dread Of course ice cream is still delicious when served cold Arsenic is not nutritious or so we're told Naturally sex is fun and should be taken under advisement Leaping from a plane without a parachute has unpleasant consequences Walking on pavements is a solid, concrete and more constructive thing to do Leaving babies in hot cars to fry is still a crime It is better to sleep through life if you are so inclined Doing good, being well, is always within your grasp But someone, probably you, will have to cut the grass It is keeping up the neighborhood For the common good; like cinnamon and pudding
our skills..talents..gifts,that we have.. these are our tools..weapons..instruments and we just want to live.. put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles.. some of us are the fans and the royalty they watch people like me do what needs to be done... people like me..we just want to live so we use our weapons and do what we have to.. we didnt choose for it to be like this.. we watch the fortunate crowd the seats of this coliseum called life.. and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color.. they judge us... but we just want to live
Have all my needs All my deeds set With seeds of life
Lamb well roasted with wine : tears... New potatoes red; Savory grave,dill gravy Green salad wears; Forgive us... God !...
....simply beautiful... it is of beauty to simply write such love letters of poetry, letters joining hands within a sky of words setting a background, upon the "Sea", setting sail.. within a wordsong, as playing winds, just swirl around beautifully of air, that blows a kiss to an angeled choir to sing in perfect key, life, the spice, the scented beauty of a rose in full bloom, the scented beauty of a heart beat, beating in time, with rhyme being so kind hearted and true blue of the deep.
The bucket of beans stares me down Duty calls accomplish this task No! Poetry comes first for me__frown "What about other jobs", he asks. When will I finish this load__care Today will slip away from here Out soon into land of dreams Make believe and fancy wild schemes Like the Lilies__ neither toil; spin None more magnificently clothed I will be just as lovely as them My clothing will be love's spirit Praise God for those clothes__Glory Him Wonderful worship this day brings Thank you God for a few moments To glorify your Holy name...Amen
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee; just as an aroma from within, makes the air, smell of flowers in the spring ...blossoms, blooms, time, ...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting, and the tasting is to stirring the dream, flavor, making flavored coffee soul, a drink in the morning.
His will forgives Stabs of a knife Life still in strife
Shades of pine grafted in again resign Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone My meadow had a thorn certain credit The factual harm of its heartless swarm Featured within in the created design with pine Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb The tornado sequence has even the fog alone Again tempors fly like never before Blatant lies have come at no surprise In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm Sound the alarm in fetters arm Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend Shattered glass on the parchment floor Aura An impulse deep in regards to the heart Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows A willow in derision you made a final decision A thought provokoing reason to believe in Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief We have soon turned over a brand new leaf Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart Aura Jim Morrison had it Janis Joplin couldn't stop it Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!
When at last we reached our bipedal stage we stood with fists raised in the air We bowed to the brightest stars in the sky as we worshiped both heaven and earth We chanted tales to the crescent moon as we danced to the rhythm of falling rain yet we stood with fists raised in the air till the thunder-bird crashed in the plains When bear and wolf were sacred beasts while soil and water our precious friends brought life to mouths of full belief respect for creatures throughout the land We stored the harvest and consumed the hunt praised the god of food and the lord of death yet we stood with fists raised in the air till the goddess of truth and justice appeared Primitive tribes much more advanced where family the woven fabric of life stitched tattered ends to meager means as they held out hope for all species Yet we cast aside our former faith dumped toxins for the wind to propel stole lives for seconds on the silver screen as we stood on the shore of our living hell When technology defeated philosophy we stood with a finger raised in the air flaunting our thoughtless victory over a social war - never declared
Living, Learning, Loving Fasting, Faithful, Fruitful Determining, Divine Desires Always, Aspiring, Ascension Call, Creator, Come Heavens, Holy Spirits, Help Grain, Gaining, Growth Dry, Drips, Drenched Wells, Water, Wishes
As a fine frost in the morn What-is -it at dawn With fresh-found quail for tea, Both gratis and free- Each heaven-sent..meet Ready to Eat ! Full story of this vignette @ Ex 16:1-18
Birds of a feather All do not flock together There be two kinds The lawgiver says Clean be the distinguished ones Doves similar to Others carnivores Possessed tyrants they do be Which type of bird you?
Gold Leaf Gold leaf frescoes on a church wall are very lovely Saints and angels on display at a pretty price Just outside, mold takes over, clings to surfaces, settles Poor people float inside like famished spirits Transformed with tarnished shoes and souls They see the glow of heaven at their heels Marbled floors and altered states of grace Collection baskets fly by, gobble up dollars More gold leaf is needed Walls must be fed Outside mold clings and grows Ivy also, on the ancient structure, very pretty Gold leaf comes at a glowing cost Lovely frescoes, angels and a cross The priest promises to feed the congregation Perhaps next season Hunger must wait, we understand More money is needed immediately Gold leaf angels are more than mysteries They are financial emergencies, for gold leaf frescoes
Anguish taunts through a barbed wire fence with edged grasp Actions in which human beings rebel against a holy God Miss their purpose for their lives Surrender to the prince of the power of the air more then God Cause all of their deeds were evil! Shattered An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision Push back the pain with radiant guide Does this notion in thought come at any big surprise? Weak willed tyrants from the flood of dispinsation Shattered fragments loosed in gloom climatic abrasion Parts unknown from the setting of the sun Sin Leading gullible women captive under the false cloak of compromise Abortion on demand When will they ever understand? Blood shed in our streets Evil tyrants from elected officials overly prideful taunt & pull! We each our responsible for our actions before a holy God Sin!
How blessed I am that you are in my life Not a day goes by when I do not think of you You make everything alright To you I do not have to prove myself For you know me I love you How blessed I am that you are in my life How honoured I am to be a part of yours Memories made and shared With you the one I love My friend, my lover, my queen 'Til the end
116onesix 116onesix CharlaXFabels TESTED There is a personal testimony and everyone's focus is on the group and on the self and not on JESUS where it was supposed to be the reason eye won't go to fellowship with rich working Christians meeting at a SUNDAY SUPPER to drive to a pizza place where everyone pays something for the food even if they share it the cost is still beyond the pocketbook of yew. The added price of fellowship with world is loss of spirit functions eye am not suggesting we have meetings in the desert with the hedgehogs but there could be a meeting place for all the Christians like the fish doors of the early days of meetings they were in and out so furtive searching alleyways for soldiers avoiding arrests and fighting and bringing lots of food in the bags of fishes and the loaves of breads in pockets of the tunaes fishes smile eye could just not resist this in almost every Church there is a Kitchen and in some of them is love the people make the soup for the homeless and the court appointed prisoners and even important people come. Hang a fish upon the door of every kitchen in the nation make a place with tables where the poor can come in love do not forget the love the soup is nice but even slabs of raw meat are not enough with hate. Eye could not write a word on yesterday the things that eye had wanted to write left on the flight of lost ideas and night came again without a thought and then the day came back this fable was born and eye decided to try religion again. The focus of a lot of people is the congregation the error being life is not a middle class house with people making money in a paper plate of life some people need a cup of soup just to survive please open up your love first open up your hearts then open all them kitchen cupboards up. There is another thing that eye must say to all the bible thumpers not yet in the grave what does it matter what the date and day of this my own salvation come the day of JESUS was 33 AD the date that GOD was saving me.
So sweet The lonesomeness of the city light street has me hearing the sound of my heart beat, I quickly fall to sleep, I wake up and stand looking outside from my widow balcony. I see two homeless men standing in line whom I randomly see in this street, scuffling in their packets from a handouts, for good bite to eat as they gladly retrieve their treat which is a pleasant cite for flooded eyes to see moreover on the opposite side of the street, I see people set down enjoying a late morning sunny breeze in front of a restaurant chattering, bonding, eating and drinking as I share with them lessoning to the smooth sound of the music, children laughing and playing on the playground and on hard concrete street however not wanting to hear the havoc of the noise, and the rush of a saturated street. That is a part of life... which can be sound and can be so sweet. So Sweet Poetry 10/28/10 by Keith K. Relf
The Spirit Flows Hunger Painful Empty Yearning, Desiring, Longing Appetite, Weakness, Abundance, Copiousness Filling, Growing, Obtaining Augmentable, Full Overflow
Comprehending this about one's energy Then upon the pit there will be no casting The Holy Spirit is what provides synergy You and it both be combined everlasting Mortal human life may be in jeopardy The soul and spirit be Ye separate grafting Yet most eyes fail to see this invisible force It's the power of the Creator almighty I endorse
SEA TO SHINNING SEA, ...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately, deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas... ...this is so intimate of dreams, dreaming reality, as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore, sparkles, destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes, upon the waters, ...gazing ...seeing tranquility upon the waves... watching to the depth of a dream, and a sun-rise being so true... for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn... Sea to shinning Sea. mb(2011)
Open are his arms Never will The Almighty leave you Will given to Him triumphs against the enemy All who cry out in Jesus' name none can harm Righteous in heart all must crave from start Death is the test be it not in vain
We live in a fearsome world where nothing seems right And you don't feel safe especially at night. It is full of bloodshed and violence With anger and war, can this world Take much more. The damage cannot be undone, the effects of Pollution has already won as the ozone layer Is fading away with the sunlight turning To grey as summerdays we once knew Are few, rather we have rain that flows Like rivers that never end, floodings Across the globe affecting people's livelihoods, Homes and peace of mind people Truly wish to find as darkness and despair They cry out Does anyone really care, Wondering what life will throw their way Next as life is so full of change as unforeseen Occurrences befall us all without much warning At times. Surely we can agree that the world seems beyond help and The evil acts that take place is a cry in shame and Brings sheer disgrace to the human race. What can be done in this ever-changing world that we live, Can we improve and make it a better place to live With happy smiley people with hearts full of Love wanting to give to others Treating eachother as though they were a sister Or brother. Living in Peace and harmony With plenty of food to feed A multitude no matter what their race They have a place to call home With food on the table and A bed at night to keep them warm. Life would be much better adding meaning and to Make living more worthwhile, Bringing much joy really making you smile. Always have hope in your heart That someday we can all be part of a world Where we live in Peace and Happiness and life everlasting That will not cease.
Coming out on the porch this morning after the sun had risen far above the horizon...I noticed that my herbs looked wilted. Checked but not really dry just potbound or rootbound in too small of a container..Life___how many of us are potbound or rootbound contained in a container that we outgrew years ago___stuck, complacent not growing and soon will die from starvation because we can't receive the nourishment from the source of our total being the giver of life the One Who gives the Living Waters....In the next few days I will get larger pots, fresh soil, and remove those plants..distrub their roots...Repot them giving their root system room to grow..They will come out giving me fresh French Tarragon, and Lemon Thyme all summer..I will enjoy watching them grow and produce....What about me? Will I get out of the pot that is too small and grow?
Mambai India Dreams Mambai in the Maharsashtra region is home India the land of magic takes me back Amit Arjun is my name Shri Swminarayan Hindu temple is where I pray Sandals take me there to Shri Ganesha every day To seek Attainment , from a higher authority than me And I pray for peace, prosperity and some property Akuri on toast at morning meal lifts me to a jolly spirit On my journey to the truth Bheja, goat brain, helps me sleep at night, but it needs curry It gets me right into my dreams of Aabha Aadarshini without a worry She glows with the power of the sun One day she will be my lovely wife A lustrous beauty second to none She teaches me the basuri and papini and how to dance When week end comes I take Aadarshini to the market Hand in hand we walk and plan our future She wants a restaurant to serve foreign foods I just want enlightenment and truth
Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting. The service: quite nice actually. The drinks cool and food sating My average appetite factually; Who knew they had coca cola here In the middle of the desert... odd Isn't it? I ordered water and beer And here arrives our saviour, god And leader, dressed in a brown Shirt despite the pre-mentioned Heat. He never wears a frown, Even at rush hour not tensioned. 7.30 comes and goes, morning Or night, we arrive, are seated And eat. The waiter is fawning But nice, the food is all treated And we eat it all up, fulfilled by A fountain of beverages he will Provide. Full, we give a goodbye, And place tips away from the till So the manager cannot see, risky Business. But how to divide the Cost? Calculators grant only frisky Fractions, I only had a mint tea!
Social injustices can affect so many A hand to grasp to hide & hold Set on fire to its oratory fragrance... The streets were fought for territorial rights; Out of negotiations with a long line of strife The gangs outside were very mean & controlling, Their territory was grueling etched in a barrage of discomfort.... Bad blood Isn't it a pity that you hate the city; With lines drawn in the sand some poles very shifty... A novice may use quite a gentle approach; An emotional conflict can result in fear, guilt & shame, Guilt & shame need to be overcome by the grace of God, Bad blood.... Throughout its beckoning call toward inevitable service, Many years of growing up in the streets; Phat rims & image keeping fades, Jose was a long way off on that day... The city kids were out for a fight that night, With clearer heads having prevailed, Some have often found themselves lying in a sewer; Just waiting for another episode toward that in manuever, Bad blood... Jose was quick to draw his nine that day Perhaps it was the bad blood that took him from behind ? All alone with my silver spoon exposed to its elements; Shadows proned to turn in the corner of my room Fastened by the imaginations in my head Wake up dead! Yet in mere solace what matters most? Like a lost seagull flying off the coast; Try as you may the other way, Bad blood... Torn Bridges are being burned having tables now being turned; In solemn mast of rhetoric demise Yet a word to the wise; Bad Bad blood, From darkness to light yet never giving up on the fight; A tug at the heart will light the spark to what it is we have been waiting for... Since creation unfolds a story that's being sold Vibrant eyes turned to gold As in a variation of a dream sorted through its sifted after glow exposed! Bad blood.
Last year all pumpkins were brightly orange, every time I glanced at them on that range.... I thought of another Thanksgiving Day when I would kneel down and pray. I went to the October annual pumpkin patch where many folks had the irresistible itch to find those pumpkins they liked to take home, sadly, I was left there alone and aimlessly roamed. What I saw was not the orange pumpkins I was searching for...they hadn't the usual color: staring at me there were white pumpkins nobody wanted to pick up, I looked no further. Did I think what my Thanksgiving pumpkin pie would have looked like: a lemon pie instead? Kids and adults would have laughed at me! It seemed I had no choice but to take the one so plump and ripe... and I shouldn't have been late to taste that bitter dose of reality! Not too glad to have found the one with the unusual color, I put my fantasy to work...thinking of a way to make it orange; I bought a bottle of orange flavor extract to give it a real color and blended with the ingredients hoping for an award in vintage. Closer to an hour I constantly watched it bake and I peaked here and there... oh, the vapors smelled superb as I happily laid back in my rocking chair! And had they known of my cheat , I would have been expelled from the Pumpkin Fair! Luckily, I won the competition for taste and artistry...admitting to myself it wasn't fair.
I hold you close to me like a new born child and give you all the tender care and love you desever But there is just one thing I don't approve of you push me alway show me your cold side and not your nice gently side You say you maybe love me because your still in love with an old lover friend and you don't know when you will fall out I'm comfused what sould I do I'm learning to love you and I don't wan't to lose But your glad I'm in your life becasue I make you forget about her and you know how I'm feeling about everything And you can feel it and see it in my eyes you wan't both but you know it anit wright so you just keep me near and her far because your still in love But you wan't me what sould I do drop up everything and move on and just forget about use trying to be as one or stay in this unfear relationship and keep carrying on My body wan't you but my heart also to but my brain know this is not a good way to live my life and I'm playing myself for less I'm comfused what sould I do I'm learning to love you and I can't lose This love I'm in must be called blind beacause I can't move my toes I fell in too deep and I can't even find the hole I fell into druged and willy off an overdose I'm confused what sould I do I'm learning to love you and I don't wan't to lose I'm confused and I don't know what to do I'm learning to love you and I don't wan't to lose
Usually, I just pass by with a glance, read their life story without making eye contact so my wallet doesn't feel sympathy, but this time, his cardboard sign screamed at my heart. It was as if his soul breathed hope onto what he wraps himself in at night. His cried out eyes had a thick layer of fog over the pupil, nostrils were cracked, wrinkles grinned dog fur white. Yesterday, in Palo Alto, I gave a homeless man money, my freedom only cost three dollars.
Around the table All together, holding hands Closed eyes, and bowed heads As we give our thanks to God For all His bountiful gifts ~ Happy Thanksgiving and God Bless us Everyone!
Seldom Seldom, So seldom does this word prevail; How shall it seek you too? Seldom is a spark renewed, Ephemeral and divine it appears; Its light seems certain to no purpose; Like sparklers in the brain, They thrive in numbers but exist No longer than thought sublime; Seldom do they stay, They only drift and shine towards decay.
Some our very eager perplexed swept within Underneathe the belly of the beast A needed flower to grow amidst the rise of yeast Within sullen fragmented dreams & truth One may even negate that inner truth for a lie? That inner struggle within/ To remain attached to the vine sublime We are more then qualified for its great design To calm the nerves from within We look to man yet find no hold We look toward self thus grafted in again onto the rights are sold We then read books based on logic & get trapped within ~ For some, It's inner struggle is what we all must seek to face Within loose debris in decayed formation Yet some its inner struggle is a way of escape? Proned toward evident inhillation embraced with its surfaced Peyton Place; The inner struggle from within Fought back the heavy tears with a smile Still to know all the great while A hand to hold a loving kiss embraced For this is the thought provoking struggle we enivatably all must face? The inner struggle.
Bright blue skies on a spring day Fulfills my horizon Blue birds and robins pass me by Mountain, trees, and animals Priase God Abroad The frsh air bring forth calmness A quiet serene a waits my soul Red orange and violets Represents God's glory Flowers slowly rise with the sun And water crickets sings songs of glory Fresh water arises with the scent Of of sweet savory of God's spices Beach rolls in the lazy tide I sit back and enjoy it all The art of spring is glorification Of all tings God created He's the world famous artist He
The Tragedy of Humanity is the Monoku of us failing to believe you Is This Greed be ye Acrostic for not knowing the Gnostics Molding Most be the boast in Senryu saying you can't tell me what to do Excommunicating Faith is a Tanka for those who sank Insanities Calamities in this Enclosed Ryhme regarding to our binds Sinful Are These Ways considers what we forgot in this Rubaiyat No Righteousness In a Senryu for those who forgotten about you Oligarchies Creating Hate in each and every state be in Enclosed Ryhme Worshiping Vanities is a Lanterne telling you to burn Ruthless Deceptions be a Fibonacci trying to drown the mariachi Evil Enemy Tricks informs of a constructive fraud in Ballade Trouble Moving is trouble grooving to chime in this Enclosed Ryhme Roadside Utilities you see they are a bank of put in Tanka Indestructible Ye told Ottava rima, praying you have the mind of But Backsliding means deciding what zone told in Canzone Unruly Child is for the minds of you told in Haiku Truth Be Insight be an Ottava rima about the main man Prima Inclined Minds is another Ottava rima about the change of time for Ye Opportunities There Be in this Senryu don't you see No Matter is about the chatter in an Enclosed Rhyme for you to find Death Be A Lady This Night ask which way is right Ottava rima Introduction Which Leads To Reduction a Nonet seduction Sexual Acts Meant To Distract be the private zone Canzone Turmoil That We Struggle With is a chime in Enclosed Rhyme Redefining Ones Plight be Ottava rima telling you to fight Instilled In Ye Is Light another Nonet so that you don't forget Believing Wrong or Right asks this Enclosed Rhyme the real war crime Undertaken Be Ye is a new flight zone told in Canzone Transcendent In Flight is the alteration told in Alliteration Inner Subconscious Intelligence universal relevance in Name Outside This Reality which is for you to do discern told in Lanterne New To Old Experience is an Enclosed Rhyme we all mime Nay Sayers Deny Greatest Fear in Acrostic about ye the agrestic Over Energy Transfer is Canzone about the unknown What Will You Do is just asking you in Haiku?
We all walk on weak lines through peril intent Shades of grass prone in circulation Along comes a hand extended in the briars A torched fervor can demonstrate its silence A tug at the heart would light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for A soul in peril will be in want yet acceptance would come at a price Christ in you the hope of glory vested story Shadows prone in timeless hue overhead we bit off more then we can chew In sunlit days to frolic in a haze As a mouse was getting stuck in a maze To look intently at the ocean breeze Christ in you a chief aim to please Brandished in the mediocre turning of the tide many walk away run & hide In delusional thought we remove the blinds to shine A hero in us all to hide the inner pain let me explain We brought nothing into the world & for certain can bring nothing with us when we die Christ in you an aim to please Through shouts of angelic fervor breeze We walk on loose ends through the thorns yet it depends In walking toward the main goal Life's reaching height to reach its toll!
My sister is one of a kind and I know shes always by my side I know we fight. and sometime dont get along my sister and I are like a song. The bond between us will never break she's my best friend . and it will never change I love my sister
Stroll through the Illest Empire So much heat feeling like we're living in the fire But we're living under fire Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake Its time for a break from sad eyes I've seen grown men cry It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye It's the same reason why they died Hearts just too full of pride Mothers praying their young'n wont be a victim of a homicide Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can't call mine Wishing we could turn back time High off of nickels' and dimes Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope But the hustle got us in a head choke Don't blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you To watch our back and throw bows and cuss Cause you got to be tough when times are rough I know your asking when will enough be enough And truth is I don't know but this is how it goes down But if I make it out will you smile for me now So many families struggling with poverty I don't judge cause that use to be me Watching mom come home late Barley any food on our plate So young and life we already hate Praying God bring us something great My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake Knowing mom bust her ass to provide But all your knock offs you begin to hide Ashamed of what you own I know how you feel I been there too I see mothers walking there kids to school And the walk is far when you cant afford a car Mom hoping one day you'll be a star I know about being next to poor Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store Wishing you didn't have to go through that living off of food stamps Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we'll all be free So smile for you and me Even 2pac said smile for me This isn't how its always going to be unless you let it be In our different way we're all a G Cause we're trying to make it straight legit Whatever your hustle never quit but don't lose yourself in it Cause you still got a long ways to go Still got a long time to grow Use what you know to get by or you wont survive Remember to always keep your dreams alive Whatever it is just do it and never try The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down You'll be able to come back around So give yourself a chance And I'll smile for you now JUNE '06 B.K.M.jr
The Story of Job I'm sure you remember the story of Job. God's blessings in his life were greatly bestowed. The Devil came to speak to God one day. "I'm sure Job will curse you if I take everything away." Everything in Job's life seemed to be getting worse. Through all of this, to God, he never cursed. All that he had-was soon to ge gone. His "friends" told him it "was his fault-he was wrong." He blessed God in spit of all they had said. He would praise God until the day he was dead. In all the loss and the turmoils. His body would soon be covered with boils. He loved God even though he lost his possessions. Spending eternity in heaven was his obsession. If everything in your lie was taken from you. Would you bless or curse God -what would you do? Is he more important than your house or s.u.v.? Would you give him up for a "big screen t.v.?" Is he your prized possession whom you love so much? Or are you using Christianity as simply a crutch? For one day soon-all you have will certainly perish. Is it God--or this world-- you love and cherish? By Jim Pemberton
As I tred this pilgrims pathway to the marching in Zion I sometimes will loose control yet I know very well The person inside resides a tender chord of love Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call Filtered through a straw we loose our inner force To govern the most influential scope Some haven't even bothered to cope Having a fight with the soap on the rope The turning of the tide we will hide behind That heavy pier of loose compromise Twisted allegations conspired in its diabolical lies Shattered then shaped by a cullmination of respect The service was over now pay the check !
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In streets, roads, louding with a loud voice for living waiting for someone to give money by throwing is this the life the god gave if they became beggar why couldn't I Nothing matters how wealthy or poor i am just fascinated with the beggar's slam so much sad and stressful moment i dont' like to see their children can't go to school because they have no money to give fee AMerica, Britain, New York, Nepal Spain, GErmany, India, Etc From which part are you it doesn't matters it matters how much respect do you give to beggar don't laugh at them Don't know if the day come to us to be a beggar..... DIwASH SHARMA NEPALESE
This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.
wishbone the furcula attachment wing muscle pulling tugging bending breaking sternum Happy Thanksgiving All May Your Wishes Come True Love Kathy & Jenny
we're now in the midst of the Holy season known as Lent forty days and nights of sacrifice as a way to repent a time for us to try and get a little closer to God a time to fast, to give up something we hold dear to our hearts we're in the age of technology with Facebook, Twitter and texting the way people now communicate has become somewhat vexing always with the I-Pods, I-Pads, cel phones and e-mail time to talk to eveyone but God who only requires knee-mail when Jesus encountered the Tempter after His time of fasting He had a wilderness experience that would be forever lasting hungry and tired from all those challenges He had to face now waiting on the word of God to fall perfectly in place the Tempter said "if You're the Son of Man make bread out of these stones" Jesus replied " that man does live by bread alone but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God" the spiritual Soul Food that will forever nourish our hearts the Daily Bread that overflows into our spiritual cups the Word of God, the Soul Food that will forever lift us up as that was then and this is 2010 it's time to come out of the wilderness my friend we all have moments of frustration, heartache and pain we need to come out of the wilderness and by God be made whole again to face down the devil and the temptation He'll put in your way now resistant to sin and no longer by the Enemy to be swayed to partake of God's Soul Food which will guide us to all truths to trust in God and do whatever His word asks of you to call on God and know that He will always have your back now full of His Soul Food and on the right spiritual track knowing that it's now all under God's control now fed and nourished by His Spiritual Food for your soul
Though each day be new Eternally you must do Tell you have no doubt
The young dream their dreams away at night Hoping they come true A doctor,policemen,veterinarian and other dreams are developed by the young Too naive to understand the ways of the world Determined as ever to achieve their dreams The old regret the dreams they could never accomplish They had dreams but unknowingly never came true You go from living a world full of dreams To living the reality that is life Why do we let our dreams die We were so excited as young kids At the foot step of our dreams Were we haunted by the mountain we had to climb To make our dreams come true Did we simply quit Because of society's pressure Did money deter our dreams away while we slept at night Did we let doubt creepy into our hearts Silently killing all of our dreams without realizing it Why do dreams die so quickly When we spent years of our youth Hoping that we could get an opportunity To make them come true Dream big, chase your dreams and never let them die
As the earth swings back Brothers I say stay on track Follow Master's Plan Sisters don't let man change you For they all should worship you
Shades Of Grey A peril of sort left my job moved up North In islands in the stream some apparent evil scheme Shades of grey by its means something don't actually turn out to what they mean Shades of grey silver smile walk the old river Nile A plate of fries evil pass getting to know the midnight pass Shades of grey all torn up inside we will hide Souts of joy then applause some may insist on it being a lost cause Sadly we put up with the chill running down the spine evil swine In deepened peril outside twilight Christmas Carol Shades of grey how they swoon to its nightly visible tune.
Message to the class Sometimes the words come real fast At times they be slow Forever though I will row To the Master's house I go
Godfearing grandpa died over two decades ago, he had an adventureous spirit bolder than any explorer of long ago; and in his many voyages: from tumultuous Argentina to Canada and America...he immensely missed his faithful and beautiful blue-eyed wife Maria... and when he dreamed of that face he once caressed, tears flowed thinking of her with a man's desire, which too often he bore throughout his dire... and he could have found a companion, but he resisted that urge by opening the Bible to remind him of his refuge. That large barn, which echoed with the peasants' voices and songs, was the labor of their callous hands storing hazelnuts, chestnuts, grapes and grains to be sold in the town's market square...all that was his pride and joy; and what made those long furrows with vines so bountful? Their source was a river flowing through those well-kept farms, nourishing them with its fresh waters that at times proved to be very disastrous and fatal when its banks filled to capacity when floods occurred making him sad, but seldom he lost hope... as he glanced far, dreaming of sailing beyond the crimson horizon. Godfearing grandpa was never stouthearted, he firmly believed in Divine Mercy. Godfearing grandpa sailed from the Bay of Naples on a ship cramped with thousands of desperate immigrants, to seek fortune outside Italy after Mussolini seized power; and he didn't curse his native soil for making him leave, but kept on loving it with same ardor of his youth. " I will return to my land and my barn as empty as a shell, dreaming of stacking it with those crops ready to be gathered... I will smell the ripe apples, the juicy grapes, the yellow pears, the plump oranges with their strong scent in the crates made of oak!" He solemny shouted to the reddest sky overlooking his rosy barn.
Summertime, The living is lovely, Gnoochi with Nonny, Fresh dough, Kneaded, Love, Needed, For every step, Chef caps adorn our crowns, It's a lovely afternoon, Rich in tradition is our recipe, Love is how it is conjured, How I miss our days, Of gnoochi and storytelling, Memories are all that's left.
Scores of recipes may need vodka in any way, like every person, animal or object in this world; water is essential, a vital need to everyone' without it, life would not be possible to survive. Its essence dispel the dryness and death It's a potent creation, a number one support; that brings to life and sustains its strength for one who lives and copes with many things. What a great need for everyone to have water and survive with it, along with other things; in a perpetual state, water makes a difference, it's a source with its essence that means life. In all settings, time, history, and situations, their link to life-giving wonders and events reminds everyone of God's gift to his people that He, in John's gospel, is a living water. Note: Vodka: It is a Russian word, a diminutive of "water" (before you adopt an ironic smile, be aware that "whiskey" comes from the Gaelic for "water of life").
Beautiful sunset in swift apparel She smiles in the wind having gold in hair Pillars of cement line her inner voiced mind Heather Her stregnth comes in her immeasurable face Love of a touch from another Skipping rocks & such In the stream of captivating habitation Heather In circles commonly havoc from the distrust in others She sings a lovely song as she tail skirts along Timeless matter captivated by her hair in feathers A crush through a blow in sorted venue plight A song sheltered toward its beckoning call The critics to her our all torn & battered Her lips sag & smile is shattered Her life as she knows take on the tremendous blows With a timeless song in her heart A rose petal in delicate sway A happy smile to brighten anyone's day A pull at her heart to light the spark to what it was she has been waiting for Heather Love in the eyes of the beholder
I'm a needle in a haystack walking about among all never standing tall. A stick in an ever growing field of flowers. never a stalk, never any power. just a lone discarded weed, but i feed on your unknowing, my unshowing. until an unblossoming of a true form me and a society forced to see me, and try to be me, the perfect rose.
Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly. Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains. Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue. His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.
My brothers are much older than me They're always teaching me how to live, Like brother deer, and bird, and tree And the bees, who teach me to forgive. We take brother bees food but that's fine He just makes more, being able to share, He never wastes a moment to whine But constantly hums his silent prayer. Brother deer comes and goes like a ghost Constantly in tune with one another, Never disturbing anyone, never a boast Or a complaint, he's my humble brother. Brother bird older still fills the skies In his faith he depends on God daily, For every food and shelter, then flies To God's feet singing his praise gaily! Brother tree the oldest doesn't bother To worry, and in total faith stands steadfast, Lifting his arms in praise of Father Who supplies all, his faith is unsurpassed! I am the youngest brother of Mother Earth But if I had to choose another one to be, I'd choose the one that showed the most worth So, I think that I would choose to be a tree! Timothy I. Brumley
Temptation strikes me, That luscious fruit gleams in light, Satan has arrived.
Out of the heart Springs the many issues of life amidst Throughout a distant embracing strife Out of the heart a modest choice to make In ardent springs embraced upon temporal negate Within time, Comes about a correlation within its peace Strong is it may seem Out of the heart some may disagree/ Out of the heart... One may equate logical persuasion out of a mist filled with reality; Charity... The tender soil still quickens lending it to art as in some specific touch Through a variation in a dream falling apart at the seams Some are even very eager to engage in its deepest sympathy? One may negate truth thus in order to twist its factual to live the lie? Still others equate logical persuasion amidst; Out of the heart form the issues of the heart/ Through darkened shades of Pine some may even spring a leak? We still know what tomorrow might bring? Amidst temporal chords of fallem mankind We stand amazed at the glue of false fabrication Twisted thoughts filled with thunder amidst its period of priority Justification by faith yet they negate logic for a side order of fear Twisted minds that plug destruction blaming third degree of fire on their very souls Neglect to pick up the cross & to follow then soaring into sorrow Never any hopes for a brighter nor that a better tomorrow; Out of the heart the mouth will speak amidst the madness deepened creek/ Throughout darkened shades of Pine soiled in the breeze with illogical persuasion We all still know not what tomorrow may bring? Amidst temporal chords of fallen mankind Under the surface of the bone filled there is still a layer of skin Whence, do I need to ever begin again Fallen man amidst a rise of the angry pagan Flashlights with a dull pitch formidable response in its equated logical filled lies Does all of the lie come at any logical big enough surprise?
Prima colazione sbagliata Si strapazzate il mio cuore, come se si trattasse di una frittata tre uova. Rompere il guscio della mia anima finché non crollò Sto cercando così difficile per dimenticare. Il mio io interiore caduto, bumbled. Mi sentivo mescolate Mi sento arruffato Vorrei dimenticare Se i nostri tempi ti penti Il mio amore soffocato Le mie emozioni accoppiato English / Italian Wrong Breakfast You scrambled my heart, as if it were a three egg omelet. Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled. I am trying so hard just to forget. My inner self tumbled, bumbled. I felt shuffled I feel ruffled. I would rather forget. If our times you regret. My love muffled, My emotions coupled.
I like my steak rare With lots of pepper because well is not so well when dry. I run in the rain so I don't have feel my sweat on my body. It's true I wake up before the sun rises, I beat him every time. I'm already filled with sand, so ill be one less the sandman has to work on. I'm already at my highest peak before the stats appear. I'm already down hill before the pile of shit. Im still at the top of the mountain waiting for that one chick to stop singing and get over this hill. At the End of the day I like to end with my coffee and smoke the same way- black and mild.
Never stood still on battling ground, watch the vicious and villainous carnage, and not fight with true courage... to increase the sword clanking sound. Never been humiliated by slandering words not timely, my silence banished them as they picked up velocity; I did nothing to vindicate my anger with visceral grief... and today my memory still evokes that encounter too brief. Never are valorous men nailed to an undeserved cross, making those nails penetrate their hands and feet, no guilt is ever found in them, innocence is their plea; but the loud, infuriated voices still demand their death. Never withheld feelings of compassion, and put a distance between myself and them, poverty was caused by those who greedly governed; why blame the common people for a corrupt institution? Never looked away when the smallest hands reached out through profound silence, and in those youngsters faces anyone could see their misery and sense their desperation arise; they had needs, not wants like we have, when their food and water were scarce. Never broke any law of the land, but abode by it with a good character and willingness to spread peace, not rebelling and causing damage to property and harming citizens; in any civilized country violence doesn't solve anything, it only hardens the hatred. Never got drunk or smoked marijuana to avoid the ugliness of reality, although peer pressure was there and by pushing it away, I resisted it; it cost me their friendship; and looking back, I am glad I kept my dignity... and who needs friends like that, when they lead you down the wrong path? Never cursed God for the ills of others impinged on me, and for the misfortunes I endured for endless years without a shout; my tongue always hollowed His holy name...knowing that He had put me to the test, and in due time He would have blessed me. Never planned revenge on anyone who had conspired against me, this conscience was spotless and no action was needed by me; if I had retaliated, they would have rejoiced and responded with laughter; a fox is known for its slickness, and my instinct was alike it, if not better. Never allowed doubt, or foolishness to contradict what was beautifully created, the cooling breeze on steaming days, the pouring rain for a rich harvest, the brilliant sunshine to make everything grow: from trees to grass; and in the fluffy snow...I saw my purity and the peacefulness of winter so revered. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
it's not as good as you say It's not what it seems False tales and dreary days No sunshine, it only rains Just old cloudy days And yesterday's dreams It's not all you make it out to be Things don't come free There's a price for everything Even a price for your soul You're making something out of nothing it's always something All the drama, all that pain Stings my piercing heart You tell your lies in the dark One day I'll bust open
The heavy metal series of poetry demonstrates an inner ability to speak words of kindness; Toward the resolve of the 1980's heavy metal scene; To demonstrate a reasonable high calibur of interest; To the average novice of intellect, It's plausible words ring in the ears; Heavy Metal pt. I In a torn branch withered in the wind A silence toward its beckoning call With a silver dollar tossed in a pool It pays to stay focused then to lose your cool The one that has no faith in God will lose their cool Ronnie James Dio was the first ever to address this rule, His was to slay the dragon in the rule of the game; In shattered lined that wound & bind A silence to its beckoning call; The child listens then cry's in pain, In ardent briars close to insane; With cloves filled wretched stench in sulfur, Amidst the closet drawer below the offer; A deadly fix on the mainstream headlong, Heavy metal in twisted leather chains, Through shattered dreams within vilest pain, In its ambiance of shelter amidst its cry; To fall headlong then to believe its ultimate lie! Faces in the window with storms in the night; Having fallen face down in viscous fangs that bite, Often dripping blood off side; So easy to run away & hide in the night With a heavy metal pull ravaged to plunder; ~ Heavy Metal pt. II In full view of havoc proned to desolation in vile misery The balance of an equestrian melody, With pages torn on its new episode Throgh a whole host in vile lamentation; In mere brilliance from its setting sun Amidst certain periods of social demise; A short fuse in its reluctant quest, With words spoken in the dark in certain conquest Has now come into the fullness of light soaring bright Chase dreams from your hair my sweet child chose the day; To stand up and shout amidst the inner pain, Shattered dreams amidst its painted glass yet intact Hallways filled no one gets off on any free pass; Faces in the window with storms in the night, A laborer is intended to enter into its fullest of rest; Faces in the window with storms in the night ! Heavy metal in the center of its scattered plight The clear voice in reason is our successful right, In this life never relent in ever giving up on the fight, Keep your promises & attire, We live in a world that is very strange! They will take advantage & rearrange in the membrane, Desolate cry's with wounded twisted lies; Proned to silence amidst the greeting of its beckoning call
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
Desires, Drive, Deeds He, Him, Heed Child's, Chosen, Choice Regret, Repent, Rejoice Attune, Always, Around Savior, Sailing, Sea Left, Land, Lost Pitifully, Punks, Playing Dying, Dead, Death
Babies, Babies Like to get rabies. That's the way babies rock. Writers, Writers Like nice highlighters. That's the way Writers rock.
Love must be so pliant , like a blade of grass, Bowing to the wind, till the storm has passed. Love is enigmatic Like the sphinx's smile. Waiting for an answer, Nothing is on file. Love is often near us Yet we do not see. Sometimes where we are Is just the place to be
Cut I have the noose Setting all free now you choose The spice of death, life
I may look very naive and vulnerable, hiding the pangs of my distress so well, looking normal and walking too brisk... only when God is walking down my path. I seem to look away and shun the troubles, but inside I am hurting like anybody else, who dreams of a coming universal peace... only when God is walking down my path. I nourish my body and thank my Creator for every slice of bread and drink of water, the essential things that not everyone has... only when God is walking down my path. Since my birth, I have been sheltered by a roof top, feeling no rain, hearing no wind, bearing no bitter cold; blessings are added daily, not taken away by wrath, all this is possible...only when God is walking down my path. I was given a loving mother who cared for my daily needs watched me grow and I spiritually grew to praise Him in my hymns; and her unforgettable and soft words still echo, as when I knelt down and wept, not making me stray from my course...only when God walked down my path. I have been fortunate enough to have lived and survived this long and witnessed may events that have shaped a changing world in constant turmoil, unwilling to get rid of ugly hate; I feel very sound and safe...only when God is walking down my path. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Dreams What good is a dream evil scheme when falling headlong in a ditch nervous twitch Through a port in a storm one could barely see so sound the alarm; A vision of sorted delegated deception or that of reality transformed, Fantasy/ To dream in spite of the madness To dream in certain gladness, That amidst folly should chill its temporal flame; ~ The entire world today is totally insane/ To dream, amidst the common swell with ease; Enough of cold sweat in your living Hell, A gap between the sullen hard shell; Dreams our built on nothing less then hardship amidst Tossed in a sea with compromise & charity Through nights filled with fright & flight of fantasy Through words filled in timeless plight & shivalry; Dreams will take flight so forget the night, Dreams can be crushed in the midst of catastrophe; The heart will relinquish along with beauty/ Can ultimately realize it's equated heightened reality, Can appreciate the light amidst the darkness ravaged in pain; Can one negate sadness merely looking out of the window pane? Can a leaf sullen in the fragment of one's inner imagination ? Reality...
Years had passed still I had every bit of reason to grasp/ That true essence of what he said/ Yet there was many thought's inside my head ? Like the time I drove my big wheel into the yellow Ollie ! I was speechless in thought and deed Still I never bothered to take heed/ All I wanted to do was just speed ! That's how Bodda Boom met with Bodda Bing !!! You all know what I mean ? I even could hear that sweet little bird sing/ Bodda used to be a good friend until when Bing came strolling into the town/ Many thought the freekin guy was such a clown So nobody wanted him around/ Today Bing resides right next to The Jersey Shore Last I knew he lived with a whore ? Yet who knew/ About that two timer Boom/ He's the spitting image of Jessy James/ Then with his face I'd like to rearrange ! How could he do that to such a beautiful lady ! She's better off settling for Wavy Gravey ! So it was back to the past, We had every reason to grasp/ That day when Bodda Bing met up with Bodda Boom ! Yet who knew ?
Leg of lamb with rosemary Herb sauce and berries Mouth-watering aroma Blend of paprika Get a plate in haste Such a great Taste! Nice! Easter crust Slice of delicious Tasty gingerbread Baked with touch a Easter wine Going to my head Ready to royally dine! © Joseph, March 19, 2008 © All Rights Reserved This poem about a delicious dish starts with the regular format of seven syllables in the first line, and it progresses down to one syllable in the seventh and last line. However, the second section starts with an inverse of the first section, whereby the poem starts with the seventh and last line of one syllable and ends with the first line of seven syllables. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1/ and inverse 1/3/5/5/7/5/7. This form was created by Joseph S. Spence, Sr.
At times, the world demands too much And more than I can give So then I close my eyes and dream A special place I'd like to live There's calmness, peace and warmth in the air.
In battles of our own A man will live to advance home Through a variation in a dream In faulty idol flowing stream An ellapsed tongue had tainted my inner vision In battles of our own, Shattered silence through scattered temperaments choose Within it's vested silence in scourge of desire It comes down to the pivotal wire We then choose to socially internalize Yet when will we ever live to realize In battles of our own when we are a long way off from home In dreams filled with violence ever needing In sorrowful intention remorse without having any meaning Through an opened window of hope we vaguely see a reason to believe A given chance at victory for one to safely stay Through inner torn pain in shattered misery In battles of our own A house without an actual home A pulse by which to skip a single beat A couple in which to meet & greet Shattered dreams in vested plans Hoping someday we will all live to understand Depart from me! In much pain one's inner character can ensue Through heart ache and inner turmoil Some have waited too long for making water to boil They take the baked potatoe out yet without first checking the aluminum foil Depart from me you workers of iniquity You often will lie in wait in order to deceive Within violent vanquished thorns proned to demonic destruction! We often will walk through long lines leading to eternal misery Depart from me in cloven turned ivy briars that are stained green We then launch out with self attached to a rocky foundation Those who are self seekers will soon come to nothing yet vanished The anguish in your inner soul will fold amidst its rubble In place of calmness their will be that of double trouble A wretched scream of swollen discord for now silently filtered Your heart is a door mat bent toward Hell's destruction! The weary traveler will depend upon We spend our days in idol proned temperament all alone Shadows from a battered soul in complete darkness then comes the fullest light No oe ever said the heavenly way would be easy Many simply base their whole existence on faulty extremeties!
I watched the raindrops one by one they fell they filled an empty hole till it became a well every word of yours is dew like this rain I seek the hole here large and empty for a cistern of waters keep Within I hold these waters as a gift for you the life within a garden cannot without them do The moisture collects in clouds and wind their circuits round the earth each day their routes can now be firmly mapped its requirements to life portray The bounties hidden in a desert you won't ever see in bloom until the rain its torrents fall saturates the seeds entombed Your words are livings waters they must fall upon the seed they cannot germinate or grow they require this moistures deed Mankind's become a desert place where scorpions and snakes do dwell life here is with the cold blooded from the rainforest they have fell Comprehensive examples have been left in all nature and histories show a better teacher than science books if we observe what's here to know The fabric of all of life holds me like a wadi tell like an archeologist who digs the sands and dell These nations want gold and silver but true riches they despise in the end pursuits of vanity will damn those who think they're wise Once again you refreshed my mind when I thought my well be dry the waters here clean and clear not bottled with a lie COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Prickly pear cactus Beautiful yellow blooms, sticks Thorns, gives food somehow
In the Sacrament of the altar Lord meets us Men and women created in God's image and likeness Becomes our companion along the way In this sacrament The Lord becomes food for us Satisfy our hunger for truth and freedom Christ becomes for us the food of truth, since only truth can make us free . With deep human insight St. Augustine clearly showed how we are moved spontaneously Not by constraint Whenever we encounter something attractive and desirable Asking himself, what it is that can move us most deeply? The saintly Bishop went on to say: "What does our soul desire more passionately than the truth?" Everyone of us has innate and irresponsible desire for ultimate and definitive truth, the Lord Jesus, "the way, and truth, and the life" Speaks to our thirsting, pilgrim hearts Hearts yearning for the source of life Hearts longing for truth Jesus Christ is the truth in person Drawing the world to Himself The Sacrament of the Eucharist Jesus shows us in particular the truth about love The very essence of God It is evangelical truth which challenges each of us and our whole being The Church, which finds in the Eucharist the very center of her life Constantly concerned to proclaim that God is love Christ has become for us the food of truth Church turns to every man Woman Inviting them freely To accept God's gift
Your bedtime prayers Coupled with the right Scriptures Yield "pretiolas" To tie the knot with... Thick, soft "bretzels" are folded Like arm over arm. Hard, brown pretzel twists Are more than little rewards- Sweet licks, salty bites...
He was a very handsome man, not filthy, unshaven or ashamed... once he held a cardboard that said, " Help me with whatever you can! " Yesterday around the corner, he held out an empty cup of coffee without saying a word, but his sunken eyes of beggar had no strength to remind others of his unfair destiny... eyes that told a sad story to friends frequenting the local bar. He told everyone sipping a drink that he was forced to beg for bread when his bad health became the curse of Hell, then he lost his beautiful wife and children...the ones he happily held to his hilarious heart when everything went well. " I will rise from the ashes! " he solemnly promised himself, " But in the meantime, that cup will get me the money to survive... some folks will give me dirty looks, walk away and laugh: who wouldn't give me a quarter or a dollar to keep me alive? At night he slept in a shelter down the busy block, and he always carried a pain-killer to relief his headache... he wore a wooden shining cross around his droopy neck and kissed it twice when money dropped in his cup. Today he looked totally different: well-groomed, wearing suit and tie; he greeted me as I tried to hand him ten dollars for a chicken pot pie, " Thanks, buddy for your kindness, I no longer need your money... the Lord has finally healed me: I am bound for prosperity! "
satan sets the table invites you to the big feast then nibbles your soul
once there was an old man on a lane he always had many cats then he took a train and went down another lane
War World II was raging over this southern Italian town* spared by a miracle... a deluge that suddenly occurred: a night of blasting sounds, of rising flames as American planes bombarded its buildings; the Nazis fled to occupied Naples. In the North, the Fascits were executed, as the Dictator Mussolini himself was. The farms could not be furrowed deep and neat, fear hung over the farmers' shoulders; and wheat couldn't grow abundantly to make bread, and brazen women to a distant granary they went, risking their lives to grind the wheat kernels; they were no young men in town, or the older ones who had gone to war for a concept so deceptive. Many youngsters and soldiers were kidnapped by the Nazis, to be taken to Germany as prisoners of war...who would have challenged the Third Reich, or disobeyed? Old women with handkerchiefs on their heads, weeping loudly and mourning the tranquil town it once was...so lovely and happy, and their cry was too bitter and inconsolable to be hushed; now, even bread was taken away from them, damning the cruel Duce, who had betrayed them for vanity... why did he bring prosperity to Africa, not to Italy? Why was his ego so manipulated by Hitler's cleverness... that he could have conquered peoples and lands? Ruins and dead kindred...a scenery of dread and abomination, and the lively memory of begonias on their sunny balconies brought a sweet nostalgia in an hour of horror and death; and gathered among the crumbled walls, their rosaries recited with graceful whispers, gave them the strength and the courage to desperately grieve: "Peace, o beloved peace, have you overlooked the kindness of such humble and honorable spirits? Darkness brought the silence they had sought under the glittering skies, to hide the ugliness of the war in their gloomy shadows, never to reveal the devastation of their town; and with the new sun rising, hope would have been renewed in the sunrise's lasting glow. They would have seen those wheat golden kernels bend under their heavy weight and bow.... and heard themselves saying," Mercy, o mercy of our righteous God, let prosperity abound... as the misty rain slowly comes down!" Southern Italian Town: Baiano Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
As the line's listless structure leapt into attentive control; It's purpose for existence instantly acknowledged. The double-tapered weight-forward shooting line's condensation, Informed of its instant transformation, Leaps to the water's corresponding constitution, Each droplet acting as spherical asteroids of deception on the current's rippling surface. Instantly, a silent connection has arisen. One derived out of technology, Entombed in the cosmology of the seasons, Originating before explorations in genetics. Taking solice in a meal of two moons, How could one resist this temptuos delight? Emerging with swarms of life; Analgous in size, shape, and color, Cleaverly disguised in the guile of organic structure.
C.J. IS MORE THAN OKAY or I AM TOO OLD FOR THE HUNT My mortal motives are magnanimously moral My objects are not objectionable nor in any way obscene And my only purpose is to preserve the pristine For I see your smile as genuine and pleasant Unfortunately I have no funds for buds nor a present All I have is the want to share some time with you With no illicit solicitations and that much is true Each time I contact you in any way You create a cerulean blue sky from grievous gray It matters not to me what it is you choose to do BUT I would enjoy to contentedly have a conversation with you I've played you music I believed would reach your heart While innocence has always played its pertinent part You've sometimes totally ignored me and that's all right with me Because akin to a swiftly swimming swan you deserve to be free So if the thought occurs to you that I want more than just a phriend Remember always and in all ways these words that I penned You mentioned sharing lunch and it took me aback Because it's freedom and friendship I wish not to lack Well as I mentioned before I've no money for flowers nor for fleece But I do have the inclination to share with you some peace Fondly in finesse, flora, fauna and finery…. © 2011.….Phreepoetree! ~free cee!~
Yeah, Can't Wait To Taste But, Before We Feed Our Face … Get A Glass Of Grace
My goldfish waits patiently to be fed, he waits without moving much, when I approach,what goes through his head? Does he think real thoughts,or such? He gets excited as I take some food, and sprinkle it in the tank, does he look on me as his one true god, the father that all fishkind must thank, for being there everyday, to make sure all his needs I'll meet, does he look up to me and pray, that forever I'll make sure he'll eat? Tom 11/05/2012
Drunkenness Dishonesty and Impurity They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times 11272011
A champion within us all In direct correlation between time & space To be selective then destined to negate The difference in an influence & choice In a dream one can easily scream... Through a slight of hand & then, A champion within us all Now we can stand ten feet tall Amidst uncertainty & critical excursion In sullen laughter to help appease disaster A shoulder to cry amidst a gentle reply Nature derives destiny from matter The substance of equivalent structure A champion within us all Triumphant over most Through a lone blade of grass drifting away A heart beat away from a full pulse display Still pressed between its current world I know Then to be suddenly faced into the land of forbidden A large chasm fix between the two exist Within the foundation of freedom in swift disapproval To soar ever higher into its vast domain The whole world view or fabric in our existence For many is humbly equated to reckless abandonment One has to be very careful how they perceive this analogy.
The toot of a lute Rang through the air The carnival was uproar with laughter A little boy's eyes a much larger size at the sight of what he was after A stale piece of bread Sat in the trash It made the little boy in rag's mouth water. So he reached through the gate as soon as it got late Hoping to avoid his slaughter For stealing was a crime Even from a trash-bin They'd have his head off in seconds A guard caught his eye But before he could cry Fate thought he'd need a hero, I reckon. Some strangely dressed women appeared from the shadows and drew their shiny swords The strangers fought In the dead of night The boy was lost for words One of the women She approached the child She bent down to get another look Seeing his starvation The pain in his eyes And the energy that life's stresses had took "Come with us," Said the women With a friendly smile She offered the little boy her hand. "You'll be safe with us," The women explained "No more getting kicked in the sand." The boy gave the women a cautious look He greatly considered her offer His parents had just died Of a horrible starvation Tonight, hunger wouldn't take another The little boy agreed To join the Gypsies Together they ate and they danced They traveled from place To place to place With a merry smile around he pranced But what they didn't know Black magic was brewing The pagans couldn't sense it upon them But the hungry little boy Had always had a gift He knew when trouble was near him Immediately he ran To alert the Gypsies He said something dark was coming The pagans all stopped The music died down They'd send this enemy running With candles and an altar Some herbs and a pendant The pagan's had formed a plan They'd cast out a spell That would protect the people The animals and the land Suddenly the sky darkened Rain started to fall Their magic wasn't working With no wind blowing A candle tipped Danger was definitely lurking The fire spread through out the camp Tents burned down to ash The gypsies all panicked And fetched buckets of water These problems surely couldn't last The next two moths were full of bad luck The boy got covered by glances "These problems didn't happen" "Untill this boy came along." They said getting rid of him would raise their chances Of surviving in this Horrid world we live in They shunned him within a matter of hours The boy wandered the earth With tears in his eyes His cries rang out with power So on he walked Following the road As his gypsies had taught him Though his spirits were crushed and his body hungry Nobody in the world would stop him
First comes the line, Then comes the sinker/ Dealing with Tony is like dealing with a real stinker ! It's so not what you know, Rather, in many circles it's who you blow ! Out cooking the books with Tone/ He'll be your best bet for gathering and taken in on a loan, The pool shark Jones had just left the premises ! Cooking the books now for Tone ! Mr. Jones was sleeping nice out around the Mrs./ At one time he thought he was some contender, Pressed for questions, There initial approach was all wrong/ Out there painting the town then sleeping nice next to the fishes, Couldn't pay that last dinner tab ? Now there staying late at Sally's cleaning all those dishes ! Loose lips sinks ships/ They still may be tripping with Rosie The Derivator ? Hence, the given line is being drawn in the sand/ Yet to much afraid to stick it to the man ? Within time their comes a bit of pain/ Like not having you in my arms is driving me insane ! Two Kanuck's came back from Jersey Shore/ One knew Tone, While the other was sleeping around with a two bit whore ! He was only half Sicillian ? Tone took in the first/ The second went away for a ride with Tone ! On a very long ride ! Yet is they really knew Tone, Loves to cook the books on the side ! Just like he likes his greasy french fries/ The mob still rules ! We have no reason by which to run away and hide ! You can fully trust them cause their family.
Each time was done fall A rest stop to listen to Almighty the One Providing you sustenance Direction are then made clear
As snowflakes form into crystalline beds Santa dresses up in his suit so red Reindeer restless to come out of their stall Christmas is the most wonderful night of them all All across the world it's so beautiful to see People taking the time to fill others hearts with glee Somewhere high above the clouds in a special place God and Son sit on their throne a smile upon their face The reason they are smiling is it warms their heart to see Love and cheer is everywhere that it could possibly be Somewhere in a little town nestled nicely away A worried man looks at the bills he knows he must pay As his daughter points at the advertisement on t.v. Excitedly asking of her dad, "Will Santa bring that for me" Suddenly he hears more mail land in the box With a thud that hits his heart like a thousand locks As he shuffles through the bills that day he runs across a card So he stops and opens it right there in the yard The thing about this card that made the odds so slim This man had absolutely no idea who sent it to him It said,"We know times are tough and what your going through" "So we placed $500 in this card and sent it off to you" He searched the envelope and card but there was no name at all He reckons that makes this wonderful gift the greatest gift of all He talks it over with his wife and they give half away To help the local shelter feed the hungry on Christmas day As we scurry about these days in an awful fuss I believe up in heaven the Lord is smiling down on us Because he knows on Christmas day that most all humanity Takes the time to stop and say, "Lord we give thanks to thee" Totally fictional poem but the message is one that needs be heard. In every town across our nation hungry families will file into the many shelters hoping to get them and their children a hot meal and possibly a single gift. If everyone who could afford to give a dollar would no one would be turned away - Merry Christmas
Here in our glowing emblem Space and time evaporate- Hollow channels of sun and distance Feeling galaxies activate Billions of stars and souls Create What is written and unwritten Dew drops silvery on the tongue Even a leaf knows what is to come To match passion with practice Ride off among crystal holograms My love is ecstatic in vocal rings She haunts my dreams And protects my sleep More ancient than the grave
Every second that I search in this dark cave Come with me my friend your freedom awaits Fore I take you to the gate, nay it be ye never to late Never shall ye again be thee enemies slave If ye fear than stand thee behind In my left hand I wield His shield And my right will make the enemy yield I go back now to free all mankind No longer shall I leave them blind Ending this sifting in the darkness Death to what once was inertness It is I Jesus Christ who has aligned
picking apart the world around us what stands out what is god upto? working through the pages of history and whose blaming who? more than enough food to feed the world so why are people still going hungry not enough money to go around for everybody to split the spoils more than enough bullets for everyone but not everyone can have a gun foreshadowing the plot thickens what else are we doing wrong? villifying our ignorance of simple facts unable to do simple math angry at precipitating action for reaction same page different book different languages slow down communication this isn't gods world he's either blackmailing himself or blackmailing satan or there is reason the tower fell hard to work together for one simple goal the world had a choice to feed themselves and choose life and everything would be simple or choose death and see what your god would do to slow you down from your inevitable is it time to pay the piper hungry mouths and saving lives bring our languages together everytime you globally try to die lack of communication and through ignorance you are villified
Start it off by saying grace Steak at it's finest Marinated chipotle Delicious to taste Tender and juicy Oh my God Great!
Youth seemed an eternal joy for a gorgeous and happy boy... no worries over necessities, with desires without sequence. The fear of dying was far from pondering, only beautiful days ahead for the youngest heart.... longing for a tenderness other teenagers never sought, and sometimes sleeping away the afternoons was invigorating. Like glass sheding water, his soul was pure and epic and he never shook his fist to seek revenge; he never shillied to shin a tall tree with panic... always used pragmatism whenever on perilous edge. He lives miserably, living on a day-to-day existence, but the fear of dying is to exemplify weakness, not to exert himself and to better before he hits dead-end; yesterday God was his sunrise, now that light is glimmering instead. He justifies his misfortunes with an inadequate story, while his friends enjoy a happy life, he frolics like a sky-lark feeding on what people discard in a garbage pail daily... and weeps occasionaly, instead of coming out of the dark.
With the onset of warm temperature across cultures there's a celebration; elsewhere in the village or urban setting, there's fun and lovely interaction. In the neighborhood, there's a good vision With green trees and beautiful flowers, militonia orchids, lilacs and tulips, all these are reasons to smell them. As many shade trees like oak, maple, pecan, pine and birch are everywhere, skunks, raccoons and gophers are seen in the bush that come down to search for food and other things to discover. Just the time to jump-start summer, family barbecues cause to unite them; with all the hype and exciting moment these are ways to experience summer. Mementos of time may have gone by but family get-together in the backyard recaptures the spirit of having fun, the meaning of common good to everyone. What a lovely day! A feast to the eyes! when everything is green – called existence; when pollen grains drift in the wind, can cause even allergies that lead to affliction. Despite these things when birds descend when bees and wasps form a hive, truly, an attraction to behold with wonder a gift to all, with joy for a smiling summer. Largely a place where one finds wisdom awaked with a cavalcade of summer signs a passel of people focused upon interactions human relationships, a voyage through summer.
As an attempt, in the most philisophical sense. A line was drawn in the sand yet filtered; Through its etched silence within hand... Amidst twilight with adjective faith will break the mends, It is my hope that someday we will live to understand ~ Through its inner torn desolation marked on its blotted page yet fully intact In its bitter silence shouts filled with laughter in fits of rage; The ultimate decision based on the mere notion of commonplace. Can we ever escape its soul vested trace; Mark the man who is willing to explore hence the opened door, An open door through its billows torn chase; Among its pain a certain intellectualized gain lest I refrain. To count the cost through its heart felt trade; The ultimate decision amidst its fray A cover that was once blown within its sequential way Broad spectrum as an ellusive figure A tree with leaves blowing through its breeze Some may make their beds while others simply lie in it Simply put, we either will make or break our covenant The ultimate desicions within life's means It's a matter of life or death. Count the cost We often will let things fester too long We trust in self to sing its gloomy song We each need a tender shoulder to cry yet find none We often slip away to into its crimesome tide that only blinds some; We sit in idle turn to its words as if you haven't heard We each mix viscious words that know it hurts Yet do we ever count the cost A given sense of logic torn across Back alley decisions made in the dark Having come full circle into its light The to commonly shift toward its gloom & doom A fatal lost story of remorse shall seal your tomb We often get a little frantic in its complacency We then reflect to look inward toward its choiced resolution With a solemn word that was once spoken in the dark Has now come fullest circle into the light A peril vex sort proned into desolation Count the cost when all of reason ceases to exist It's either a hit or a miss? An inward look at harmony marked on its blotted page intact To its sequential hidden beast reality In sore torn displeasure to numb its pain We then look inward toward its choiced resolution Was their a word spoken in the dark? Has now come to the fullest of light A peril vex proned to desolation! Count the cost when all of reason ceases to exist An inward look at harmony In sore displeasure to numb at the influx of weather Yet if we reach inside within its ability to hide Behind the false hidden garb of compromise Count the cost!
All will receive sight Unveiling want they don't want known Truly you have choice His voice speaks to and thru you Not let them you tell He false
A wizard, not a wisher can do magic with his powers, if all were wizards... wishes would be non-existent. And like ordinary, simple people... I will make my three wishes today, but they are not for myself at all: they are for others living far away. My first wish is this: I would like to have the unlimited wealth of Bill Gates or Donald Trump, not to invest in software technology or purchase airplanes or skyscrapers, but to feed the world's hungry...that horrible hunger, which even Pope Benedict XVI can't wipe out completely with the thousands of Catholic Missionary Charities. My second wish is this: have a gathering of all faiths once a year in every continent, and let its people praise God in their own way, some will disagree with my universal idea so unrealistic; it would be a spiritual and cultural event that everyone will remember a lifetime, so why shouldn't there be a Faith Day, bringing glory to the Almighty and unifying all races? Many others will follow me in my quest! My third wish is this: to end all wars and unexplainable hatred, some sacrifice themselves for a cause that's not holy... inflamed by the deceitful conception of immortality. Wouldn't it be awesome to travel to other countries that have no boundary? The stranger would welcome anyone, and the enemy would be a friend. A dreamer...am I? Yes, all dreams start with a vision, and mine is truly a glorious one! Happiness will gladden all hearts, and glee will shine on all faces; harmony will fortify the bonds of friendship, and everyone will love their neighbors... and hate and unkindness will be eternally buried into the past. Entered in Amy Green's contest, " If I could have three wishes "
I needed you to stay, but with every word you say. I know it grows close to time, time for you to go. I've pushed until you pulled. Away from me. So kill me with the love, you took from me. I've searched for reasons. Reasons to keep you here by me. But nothing seems to matter. I scream in you face. I want to keep you here by me...
Oh, how it is so much fun All having been given a choice You can hear it in their voice As we all dance and play in the sun The there are many who shall turn and run Living a continuous life of evil End the end it will only bring upheaval In truth their virtue, they have none
A curious outlook was once made in exploration Shifted in the sand of some newest invasion A frantic waste in some Payton Place Through twisted logic one may learn A swift variation in some dream then sublime Tainted by the ever increasing worry of the day Long stemmed roses a purple type of haze A ham hardly eaten even though it clearly wasn't glazed Moonglow over Miami Moonglow in my memory Moonglow over the sunbeam A pictoral montage of design through the influx caught in time We mix words filtered through a sorted disgust of intellect Being exposed to the elements Then in direct response to its vested choice prediction Was their something else that you have been wishing Moonglow may turn over a brand new episode In direct correlation to a dream while living in a vile world filled with mean! ~ On sunlit days through the briars & hate Those who claim to be something when they are nothing? Moonglow Those who have tremendous tombstones for eyes, Does this come at any big surprise? Moonglow The prince of the air who doesn't even care! Viscious long hanging fangs that bite in the night to fright! We stand erected in front of the mirror A glistening aura filtered through hope in logical & happiness Torn Moonglow fever! The twilight sun had tainted my inner vision In coping stregnth with logic & scope In instant fervor with power & stregnth A promise that was once made in the dark has now come into its fullest of light To help light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for, Shining diamonds full of circles in certain peril asunder Abortion on demand when will we ever understand ? Decisions that were once made in the dark Have now again come to its fullest of lights Homeless in our streets Moonglow A branch once twisted then fallen headlong through the wind tempted to once again regain; The instant knock on the door let us convert after repentance to suddenly explore so much more ! Moonglow A solution from the very presence of reality Tombstones for eyes in their evil vested eternity !
You will find God when you seek him with all of your heart. Getting on your knees in prayer is a good place to start! Remember... A double-minded man is unstable in his ways. He has no true direction in life when he prays. Draw near to God and he'll draw near to you. His word will be your guide in all that you do. Hunger for his righteousness... and be filled! Drawing close to Jesus is what God has willed! He desires an intimate love... more than words can say! Come to him now... with no more delay! Trust him with all of your heart... not your own understanding. In everything...acknowledge him... and heed his commanding! Obey his command to serve with body, sould and mind. Everlasting peace and love you will surely find! His desire for you to know and love him is never ending. Come to him now... please... no more "pretending." Reach out today... and call on his wonderful name! His love for you is forever and will never change! Allow him to bring joy to your heart and pure delight! Please come to him now.. why not tonight? By JIm Pemberton
Red Lady,delight, Lady beautiful of heart, Blue Lady of America, give her your meek, your poor, sick, isn't that what President Nixon said, to world about his mother his mentor, his Country, May I, Mrs, Nixon write about your son and family to honor us a time of great adversity in America we and God need you once again, Four score the seven years, seven days he feed us look what they say about him. May we give you a Mother 's day card from America, America 2007 and his last request in office is being granted for Liberty and Justice for all even The first Lady Presidents family of USofA
Some things our not what they seem. As I think of the world and all it's promises. My mind wonders why is all this violence around? Why do people discriminate? All this hate? What do we do? Turn our back and say it's not so? Our children of the world crying for a better tomorrow. Help from all the sorrow and pain. Like some cold scary storm brewing . Those children can't help what there going through. The question is what do we do? Children our the future of this world. They will make decisions for tomorrow. Our job is to take care of this today. They should play, love ,and be cuddled. Not in some orphanage huddled . Some on the streets and not having nothing to eat. There stomachs so hungry like a whole eating through. With there little minds wondering what there going to do? No food to feed there little brains. Nor get there tummys full. How our we going expect a world full of promises and dreams? If we treat our future of today like yesterday. God will only make the diffrence in this world. The day we see the light... Thats is the day we will have sight. To win this fight..
Sly red fox sneaking around The master's great estate Watching and waiting for one To open the gate to the crate That housed a hen that was a ten She was fat and sleek with plenty to eat Rested, refreshed with leisure complete That sly ole fox found a spot Hidden from view so he thought He watched as the master Opened the crate door letting The fat hen come out and explore So that's how to get at that hen I'll dress up and just pretend That I am the master of the estate Then I'll just open the gate I'll get that hen that is a ten And for lunch I'll invite her in But in the pot of stew she will go She'll make dumplings for me to show
and 'Ladies' young and old do you even know when i go into the grocery store and how they come all around me and i not even paying attention as they watch me squeeze this and squeeze that and they being all that you are some what more and some few less and they take my hand and place it there and in my hand they squeeze it they squeeze it harder than they should but i'm not paying attention and as i'm thinking about squeezing that which needs to be squeezed in my mind i am squeezing it more and watching some become flushed there faces grow dark and pink so many and so many my head spins around looking down as i feel all of that juice run free through my hands and all of my critical thinking has left me it's gone. Is It Poetry
Why is life so mysterious? Why is living so bacterious? When I were a child, My relations were all mild, What was wrong in my growth? If natural growth has ugly myth, I lost my path and broken my heart. Why is human grace so factecious?
Charity to others means giving to you Helping all fellow (wo)man is part of the plan Righteousness existing in you be the clue Integrity to self above everything else Spiritual intent must be in cement This will save the earth giving new birth Jesus Christ what more must I say? Earthly bound fear is nothing to steer Sex is used to keep hold of you Utterly lustful desire leads to fire Suffering this state tough one to equate
How does one begin to have recognized First it requires that one admits to one's self Do I live my life in search of perfect health? Then the dark side has ye hypnotized You see the darkness is quite clever Once you wallow in its fear of loss Are you starting to understand you pay the cost? Controlling your destiny forever Caring not for another human being condition Driving in you a false perception of need Increasing in you one's emotional greed See now thee that it has a dark mission?
Ecclesiastes 8:6NCV There is a right time and a right way for everything. John 6:27 Do not work for food that spoils, but for food that endures to eternal life. We wonder sometimes with great worry about what time will bring. We must remember that God has given time to us as a gift. God was present at the beginning of time and He will be present at the end of time. We cannot fear for the future because it is God's hand on eternity. It is you who dictates your time by the choices you make. We often feel there is not enough hours in the day to accomplish our tasks. We often feel there is never any time for ourselves. Remember to ask God to help you, and He will show you where and how to find the time. God will put your mind at ease with time. Time is a gift, and everyday is yours. God wants you to live free and without worry of time. He will walk with us every step of the way every time. As all of us on Earth must work to sustain our lives here, we must also remember to work for our spiritual well being. Your relationship with God will provide you with the food for your spirit. The food for your spirit is a great variety such as wisdom, understanding, joy, peace, love, and patience. In this job you have only one boss and that is God. That is a great comfort in knowing you have such a great boss as God. This is a perfect side job, working to feed your spirit. Start your application process now by praying to God. He will surely hire you and your spirit will be fed.
Along with Jesus' discourse as the Bread of Life, bears a powerful meaning of his divinity. It's a metaphor with spiritual truth, that identifies himself as food for our souls. As a sign of his broken body and his shed blood; the inner call reflects to abide in him. We partake of the meal, a sacred meal, to make us one with him, abiding in the Lord Jesus Christ. What an experience of joy to receive him! with a great deal of gratitude and reflection. It's a spiritual fulfillment, a source of strength that enables one to sustain his life amid struggles. The Eucharist we celebrate each day draws us to believe that there's hope. As a spiritual food that makes us grow, we're hopeful to embrace life and start anew.
Nature provides equal opportunity to grow, Plants, animals, birds and human has growth, process is slow. Heat, cold, air and soil has fertilisation for food, Rain helps for everyone growth that is fruit or wood. A Lion is non-vegetarian; his food is only meat, He has a terror for animals and a human defeat. Elephant is vegetarian greenery is his food, A Man shares his burden when he has a big load. He uses Lion and elephant to train for a circus, He seeks only enjoyment when he feels he is fuss. Elephants win the battles for a man, He fights against an enemy when he is train. Animals eat animals, too birds and sects, They also eat grain and fruit for their pickets. A Fish eats only fish but everyone eats fish, Only a shark has attack for his tasty dish. A human eats food, fruit and meat for energy, He takes vitamins and minerals for heat clergy. Iron keeps us warm helps blood to maintain strength, Vegetables and fruit help a person for a term length. Obesity, blood pressure, Angina and heart attack, Garlic, Ginger, onion comes in a kitchen back. Blood cholesterol, clouts and arthritis, When he feels sick he opens, a vegetable lights. A person learns about his food when he is weak, He learns to cook a soup, carrot, mushroom and leak. Celery, lettuce, cucumber and tomatoes he eats fresh, Cauliflower, peas, potatoes and broccoli, he boils dish. Cheese, Milk, sugar and salt, make a bread tasty, Chocolate, cherry and flour make a pleasure pastry, Chips and crisps, young food, fry, grill and cooking, Chutney, sauce and vinegar he orders for a taste booking, Air, water and food, a natural system for existence, What is right to eat or wrong a man seeks balance? A Man likes to enjoy life, healthy body and mind, Younger generation and memories he lives behind.
The spirit of the age has tempered vile degrade In desolation it's will torn wild We send vomit into letters exposed to loosened fetters Strangers Erupted in mass chaos in its plausible quest The more we want so the more we in turn invest We wait in idol fancy as some lost souls in Sid & Nancy We hurt then tie the tube getting loose lube filled with screws We plummage into a violent existance isn't it relevant? We think were alone yet we never are cause God is still in charge In social regard toward difficult matters that appease We lose sight of love & social need In foot steps drawn in the sand someday we may learn & understand In columns of rescued menure pile in its claim The world outside is totally insane A casual encounter with a so called friend? The next day you got Aids, now you got pain! The choices we make to appease the mind In columns of choiced red, blue & brown.... Broken promises through its shattered glass filled with pain Broken promises can easily drive a man insane A court jester will amuse the crowd as long as there is an occasion Perhaps society is in need of a break on a long awaited vacation? Closed minded sentiments filled in vile affection The novice gets hungry stops at his local 7 eleven Promises made in the dark have come full circle into the light Broken Promises with advant garde choices made in the night Elaborate decorum in want of passage; We last a minute & grieve as the savage!
All wanting the truth to be known Yet many continue to doubt There they will find no clout Knowing none can do it alone Fore they will reap that what they have sown Your desires will either lead you to fire Pleas forever stained in the words by these Pryor's Know that all must one day atone Embracing thee one true bridesmaid and groom This is the only way to enter His estate So, cries these messengers standing at the gate Encompassing understanding that all must one day attune
The Meaning Of A friend His old hands were cracked, weathered, and worn. His clothes were so ragged, filthy, and torn. His old grey hair was unkempt, and in bad need of a comb. And I knew without a doubt, that it had been awhile since, this old gentlemen had known the comforts of a home. I stood in the shadows watching him with sadness and with awe. And I thought how much he favored my own grey headed old paw. Well I watched as he picked up a discarded sack, containing food scraps and an empty soda can. And I thought to myself how degrading, what hunger can do to a man. My mind started wandering what could have sunk him to this low. I couldn't take it any longer I guess I just had to know. As I walked up to him I could see the loneliness in his sad old face. And I wondered how long had it been since anyone had showed to him a little kindness, mercy, or grace. I said mister I'm a friend if you'll allow me to be. I've got a spare room I think will fit you it even has a key. I've got plenty of food to share I told him, and that I was quite lonely living there. He looked at me and nodded, I think he said a prayer. Well we shared that winter together he truly was such a delight. He sat and told me stories as we would talk late into the night. He told what had happened, and that he had simply given up. How he'd lost his wife to cancer, I saw a tear fall to his cup. As we stood there fixing to part ways, he said son you've truly been my friend. He said I hope we can keep in touch, let's not let this be the end. He said I think I'm going to see my girl, let her know I'm still alive. She had just had a little girl and I think she would be five. Adios and God be with you and he walked out of the room. A tear ran down my cheek as I thought how we first met, and from that sack of scraps how this wonderful friendship it did bloom. And I wondered was I placed there just for him, or just maybe he was placed there just for me. I don't know but I thank God anyway, and that's how this story ends with a new beginning for all to see.
Larry Rice did something nice When he made his life a sacrifice Larry Rice did something right By turning someone's darkness into light As I wonder about right and right I wonder what God did to Larry Rice And I see visions of the bitterly poor Those cursing God for being so poor I see visions of Gods children being without without a home, without a coat without food, without pity Then I see a vision of God raising up a man A man who would turn pity into repentance And then turn repentance into a gift to and from God And not just stop at pity God did something very nice When God made Larry Rice
Teal waters Of the river Surrounding rocks Of gray Abudant red berries Food and water Wild life feasts For today
God doesn't ask much of you Just cooperate With each grace He gives you in each moment 12122011
long ago Just laghing at what could have been shame on you for trying shame on you for not dieing I walk though this path alone Bleeding tears of light Wasted in the sight of hate Pushed down again All Ive ever heared is way wont you die Because Ive held your hand You cant kill what has healed Only shame my soul away touching my side I hold this light of truth this night of love this one who consumes us all
Wanting to shatter the glass ceiling? Well this is how you start your healing Emotions are like onions so start pealing Each and every solitary thin layer Thus requires you to do in prayer Tasting one at a time might scare Yet each of us has our cross we bare Now this is a pun without a doubt All know that change is in the air All must make a decision each day and the next Tomorrow is promised to no one Though each second that follows Thy choice has made its effect In your hearts and minds soul This is where you detect As you chew on this food do not mingle It is necessary for you to feel each tingle
All across the land Many will not understand Crawling like worms Failing or discern The reasons why the suffer Know that you all are tougher Dwelling in you He resides Just asking you to abide No longer shall the One tolerate The time has come to obliterate Spitting in this retort You all have his support Keep your reframe firm Ignore all material concern Just see things from his point of view Then in you His Spirit will renew
We live in a world that's hostile. Where things seem impossible. What we believe to see appears to be visible. The truth lies with our lives like unburied fossils. Only we can make our dreams possible. The truth is always revealed before our sight. Who don't want to be treated right? Hate and evil will never have victory. There is a plaque of depression and misery. We the human race must continue to rebuke the enemy. Just in case you didn't notice we're in a spiritual war. Things we don't need or want we just crave for more. Time has expired. We treat Jesus like He is for hire. What happen to our country's legacy? Now days can we still define democracy. The stories we now tell will never end. But will they ever begin.
Hello my Lord, I sing for the harvest from thee. Just one hymn of praise, from me to you, Thank you for guiding, my rows of seed they see. Blessings of warmth and rain, you gave true. Both sun and moon keep watch, by you they do. Universal glory, given from your precious heart, I shall always give thanks, to you from the start. The harvests you have given, each year with love. Blessed are we that partake, of what you provide. Seeds planted in chastity, transcended from above. Your glorious power enriches the land in pride. Nurtures our bodies, feeds our soul, as you decide. Hear these words, though meager from my soul. I pray, for a harvest of love, upon this humble knoll.
THINGS NOT EQUAL There are those who reach an age past 100, while some never chanced to live. There are those who share their blessings, while some choose not to give. There are those who have never gone hungry, while some never survive. There are those who find fame and fortune, while some dreams shatter and die. There are those who are rich and famous, while some are poor and alone, There are those with power and possessions, while some are without a home. There are those who are happy and healthy, While some are sick and depressed. There are those who believe life is the end, while some say: "it was just a test!" By Milton Lopez Delgado December 4, 2011
Before the Deluge, God had forbidden His chosen people to eat animal flesh... it was after the Big Flood that He ordered Noah and his family to eat it. Why be reluctant to eat pork on New Year's Day... is it dirty and disgusting? But isn't poultry or beef any cleaner that pork is? Let me have this tasty meal, and ridicule those who won't: hypocrites, I say shamelessly.... don't call me a guiltless pagan, I read from the Holy Scriptures as God spoke so adamantly. Let me have sour kraut and black eyed peas along with red wine and crunchy bread: to celebrate what the Lord created and the Earth abundantly gives!
So you sit there and ask what am I to do? First one needs to make a choice of truth Then all need to reflect it in the booth Well I say that it's really up to you But first take time to gather up knowledge There is always time if life if want to make it The time is now to stand up and take it Contemplate and pray then you acknowledge Then you will find more who are willing to stand Spreading love and peace without remorse Even though it will bring many to discourse This I say will lead us to the promise land
Dear God I'm writing you this Letter Cause I think I'm going to need Little special guidance On this morning I awaken My intent is to watch what I say Maybe it will keep peace are make Someone happy Sometimes your words cause more Hurt than it should My day is planned out to the letter T. I want to be able to gain serenity In my neighbor heart Love to those that feel unloved Happiness to those that only Feel sad I would like to make a difference To all the weary people's I want to feed and fill the empty Stomachs Of the people that has no food All the crying children without Anything to eat Milk for the small babies and the Children as well If I could feed those empty stomach I will feel more at peace To make a difference in someone life That truly need that helping hand God I'm sending this letter out you With love Please grant the hungry people today To get a healthy meal I pray to you my God, in this letter I Send to you Just give me strength to wipe those Babies tears Feed and cure their little hurting Stomachs From lack of food and medical care Well, Lord this is all for now but I Will be getting back with you For this world is filled with so much Meanest and strife Lord, we need all the help that you Can give Just to get thru this day..
Rain is more than a blessing, watch it from a window pouring... birds take a long bath as little springs form; and kids run outside to get wet and dance in the storm. Rain is good for every tree, pant and flower, and on them we daily rely for food and adornment... plenty of showers in warm spring, thunders in scorching summer; the happy eyes of farmers love to see it fall on fields for a bountful harvest. Without rain the earth would be a huge desert, no plant life would survive in arid soil and the cattle on prairies would aimlessly roam to find a river for their thirst, many will die and the cowboys without their wild horses wouldn't be so festal. Rain is a source of wealth and more than a blessing, it promises pretty roses in bloom, abundant fruits on trees and wheat with golden kernels in the fileds, where those stuffed scarecrows protect them from very hungry ravens; imagine life without rainfalls, it'll resemble the somber moon with dry valleys and canyons.
We sit here talking about subsistence Urban farming as power lines are torn down The choas of nature doing what she will As human creativity manages Assigning cause and effect where determined I'm sighing as the voices pass Knowing there concern will turn elsewhere We are always shifting as live changes The basic individual moods mediate Terribe twos the expression of self and choice As environment is strictly undergone in expression Visualizing what is realized Take another deep breath as the future plunges Gathering speed for a new destiny Exhilerating to be at the forefront, young and healthy We must change and adapt So as not to deteriorate There are other selves to manage Other futures to forge
Saguaro Cactus Stick like shilouette in morn Birds feed and nest there
Fabel32 Fabel32 Man or Dove CharlaXFabels GOD is Jesus. A living GOD does not have to frustrate Him self with a man at all but he does what a GOD wants and no one can tell HIM anyway. He could have done a different planet and never made the man the ADAM. He could have been a DOVE and ruled the WORLD of DOVES nothing moving on the surface of the planet except food for DOVE. John 20:30-31 Jesus did many other miraculous signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not recorded in this book. But these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name. The written word is given not so perfectly it seems the detractors of the Gospel will agree the BIBLE has been written by the men and not the DOVE. He does not complain of feathers colored wrong he does not jealously assume the plume of other birds he never drinks too much or eats too many seeds of grass he never wants a different colored shirt of blue upon his back he has feathers mostly gray and brown a DOVE is GOD in FORM of FLESH and LOVE. Today eye discovered a dove a thing of beauty made in love the GOD most certainly seems to me to be a creator capable of form. The feathers around the eye. The way the dove tried to see me from the side she turned her delicate head just like a lady in love. The feet seemed too large on her for dove but seemed like duck perhaps this dove was just malformed an egg in need of more attention in the nest but not the fault of GOD. On DOVE WORLD there is one tree where DOVE the GOD does live. She preens her feathers and she rules but yet she loves them. When a DOVE dies and falls from SKY she moves herself to see just where it lays and then SHE Cries a mournful sound in otherwise so pretty of a face she can raise it from the dead and send it into Heaven then to live and fly forever no more in need of world of food or anything. One day upon the Dove Earth the sky was filled with war the demon doves were killing all the poor. They called a halt in vain attempts at peace and then a most marvelous thing. The DOVE GOD she flew to high and spread her wings in a hurried dive she slammed into the ground at Supersonic speed and then she died and then she screamed eye am alive eye hold the keys the poor will soon come and live with me and then the SOUL of GOD the DOVE it flew to Heaven where it grew to be the JESUS GOD. He rules in love. A DOVE,MAN,GOD.
The prince of the power of the air along with his children 666, Love is dead until we fancy another route of passing? Chasing after the wind in twilight excursion of light, Love is dead ever since the 1960's burning bras Feministic women amazons invading our every portal of death Viscious long hanging fangs that bite hanging down dripping blood off side We often run away to hide in fashionable sway, We can't even hold the door for our neighbor anymore? Blackened hearts chosing death's door cement, Broadened venues of pornography & red light districts A slurrpy & pop rocks, Love is dead we have inherited lust from the children of the damned! In sharp contrast toward what Warhol's intent of past exposure Move over rover and let the fakes take over Pagans branded with dire evil teeth losing sleep Gone our the days of Little House & the prairie Not to mention Little Bo Peep! Perhaps its that time we take a leak? Inner circles broadened cliches in imaginative scope Can even cope when you have an old spice soap on the rope In certain circles vain cliches again best to hold my breath to count to the number ten? Love is dead but God is still alive Love is Hollywood philisophical fake promotion Phat Kats with blue hats sipping on some magic potion Rubbing their fake boobies down with Tropicana lotion Love is dead what is going on in the societal mindset head? We have erected fabricated idols out of vanity Vanity of Vanity all is vanity! We squeeze money out of the imaginary machine turning green Just to watch that Obama dream? If you ask me were still living in the evil land of mean!
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"
All must at some point make their will His you see Mortal ye I be just a man yet I seek the true Master's throne Stephen became a martyr due to the many castings of stone That is the true resurrection, Jesus Christ in Thee
its the fall for foot ball soon be march on queeens its hollween food thats a treat for all to eat and being willing thinks giving the prince was born as the world is torn on this day it smoke of dust water from the wall christmas after the fall its the SEASON FOR ALL
Faberette is the name of my wild and incorrigible cat... down the stairs she scurries to keep intruders off my door; and she, with her sharps claws, challenges the most vicious dogs, who would like a match on my newly carpeted floor... without letting me breaking up the fight! Faberette, eat your food and grow strong, they will be back with their groan, but your meows won't do much; let me teach you how to win a fight and keep them off for good... more faith you must have in me! Faberette... come here and jump in my lap; Faberette...there's no need for fright! They haven't bothered you for a week now, they must have sensed a change indeed; and like friendly dogs they play and crawl, instead of pulling off your spotted fur! And cautiously you mingle with them with minimal fear... can cats and dogs in friendship suceed? But a word of caution I should make you aware of, not all of them can change and remain tame for long... Faberette, be slicker than they are! Faberette, on my leather couch lies under a warm blanket... I pat her, and her feline eyes flash the warmest glow; and I couldn't be more proud of this wonderful pet, keeping me company and share moments of joy! And on her birthday, I even buy her a kitten toy! O Faberette, my adorable cat!
Deliberate drunkenness, always a mortal sin If the person is completely deprived of the use of reason by it But drunkenness is not intended Or desired may be excused from mortal sin
20FABEL8 20FABEL8 THANKFULLY CHARLAX 20FABEL8 CURRANT EVENTS FOOD REPORTED A man quite gleefully pointed out to me that JESUS is not a dumpster JESUS however eye shot back at him gleefully is GOD and iff there is SOMETHING in that dumpster that HE wants me just to have then SIR oh eye will have it see eh? A survivor is the eye. John 6:35-36 Then Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty. But as I told you, you have seen me and still you do not believe." On the way to this cold freezing day eye found my strength lies not in my right hand or arm but in my faith eye walk. Eye find things that no one else wants, as eye walk eye soon survive. Pizza sometimes fish sometimes coffee on my list no cokes no tomatoes SOK eye have some tomatoes in a can The list is endless in my mind and desire comes from a man and coffee is the plan. Cups are full or half empty is it half full or empty? Pizza is okay when found in cold weather a man can be the judge of whatever food he finds eye do not fill mee up with unpleasentness or brine eye drink but not the water that eye find OH FAITH will end my misery OH FAITH will feed me too bread is in the pizza that eye dew. When Jesus saves me at the final trumpet and eye make my last ditch stand at that time then he is not going to say WHY oh little man did you eat the scrounge pizza on the way but iff a loving GOD did ask me this is what eye say PIZZA is food and leftovers is fine my mind works much better with some eye can find. FOOD is never a sin or a problem to me. The eye does not eat strips of left over pieces he eats the entire pizzas. Eye am good at what eye dew eye can survive. And iff ewe ever get the word out to the people in the twilight zone just tell them scrounging pizza is better than the bone of chewing fat from steaks and living high on Hogg eye am better off alone and living with my love she knoes just who she is she knoes just who she loves.
I have many qualities and talents that make me popular and likeable for my kindness, and unpretentious gallantry; ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry! I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause; honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors... do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden? A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine! I have traveled down rough and dark roads, grabbing the attention of bad-wishers, who handed me gooseberries, not gorse; it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns! I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies, who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones, they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me; but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel? My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty, I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks... to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers; and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily! O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living, saying grace at mealtime...as God gives them His blessing; and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude! I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens, that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need; pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal; I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
For years I have fought And battled with weight Now disabled and in pain I fear it's too late I can't eat this I can't eat that Diets are fads They make me fat I've tried the patches They've taken my money No magical cure for My big fat tummy I wasn't always as big You should know It was having a baby That made me grow so I can't stick to the books For so much I don't like If I have to eat muck They can go take a hike I've tried the tablets But for me they don't suit Not eating sufficient The problems the root Try three meals a day Instead of just one A plate that's for sandwiches For lunch to put on I'm trying to lose Of second week I am now I'm not using scales Or measuring how I'm combining it all From the net I can find A menu that suits That does not blow the mind It's working quite well At the moment I know For in smaller trousers My belly will go I can fasten my blouse And the buttons don't gape My cleavage is shrinking There's ample to take If I continue to lose At this sensible rate My clothes will not fit And I'll drop all the weight But as third week approaches I begin to have doubts The weight tends to stable And I tend to drop out I need to stand firm In resolve and give time For my body to shape And bring back its waist-line A little encouragement Goes a long way And the poetry keeps The snacking at bay So if I seem busy With armfuls of writes Forgive me for starving off Hungers of life
The waters flow. The land drinks. The pools are filled with the small rain and the great rain of His strength upon the just and unjust. The earth brings forth herbs meet for those who dressed it; receiving blessings from God with fruitful seasons, our hearts are filled with food and gladness. This is His witness. As He cuts a channel for the torrents and a path for the thunderstorm, His doctrine drops as rain upon mown grass and upon the mountains that grass may grow. His speech distils as dew into streams with goodness from the morning cloud, and he even covers the bottom of the sea until the thick cloud is wearied. The bright cloud is scattered, wherein the lord ascends. Fair weather comes out of the north in golden splendor, as the tender grass springs out of the earth by the bright shining after rain; on the good and evil His sun does shine. So shall God come in awesome majesty with power and great glory will be appear. His strength is in the clouds. Heaven is His throne and earth is his Footstool. He will walk upon the wings of the wind in his faithfulness that reaches as high as the clouds, and his favor is as a cloud of the latter rain to provide food abundantly, the corn of Heaven, as did the former. And as many of us who have partook of His bread shall be gathered into the harvest receiving a blessing from God, being caught up in the clouds evermore to be with Him to see Him as He is.
You are my friends Way until the end. I love you very much For your tender loving touch. You make me feel new And always give me kisses too! Don''t feel to shy Cause this no lie. You can touch, taste, and feel Which just makes me squeal. You give me great pleasure That I have found the treasure. The treasure is you And it shines bright too! You make me feel sad But I know I will be glad. I think you are cute You whistle like a flute. Sometimes I feel I''m a nobody So I decided to learn Karate.
I was chosen before my time. Listen very close this is not just a rhyme. My life was known before I was born yet, Time had to come around the horn. Now I am here with a job to do, Part of my job is to watch over you. Yes I am a keeper and I must be kept, For another brother's died while I have slept. The poison metal pipes are going around, Flowing in, flowing out and all around town. Earning a day's wages and still in need, Then the poison metal pipes help kill a seed. We've been accused for doing most of the wrong, And if we're not careful, we'll believe all the long. In the midst of it all, others round about me fall, STILL, I am destined to answer my call. My call is from above to both young and old, So what I am telling you, I am only being told. By one most know of, and they may know OF Him well, But its not enough to know of, THAT'S THE REASON WHY OTHERS FELL!!! You see I owe you as a brother, and I owe Him as a Father So I am here for Him, and there's really no bother. I will do what I've been destined to, this I know is right. During the morning, during the evening, and into the night. I've been called, picked out, with a mission ahead. And if you don't take heed, you may wind up dead. You see, dead is being more than without a beat, It is also being held under another's feet. Not thinking for yourself, influenced by the WRONG others, Persuaded by some BOYS, and then, becoming mothers. Not following the wisdom of our parents from old, Not wanting to take heed to what we are told. We are leaders by nature and We can't help this, Still the way some of us are leading, Others will never reach this bliss. You can not be a leader less you have someone to follow, But whom can you lead, the strong or the hollow. We do not have long in this earthly place, Yet its not about the color, the gender or the race. Its about being a soldier and the chain of command, The torch has now been put into my own hands. You see they're many torches, all in the hands of the same, Strong minds, strong willed with the backup of "THE NAME" The end is soon to come so I must go now, But you have already been chosen for right here and now. You are the next leaders, I would give it some thought, Because you have not only been "CHOSEN", but; You've also been BOUGHT !!!
Fifties and hundreds are set in companies upon the grass; Is not there a cause? Yea, but in this desert place, who will give Victuals to so great a multitude? Give ye them to Eat. But we have not the sufficiency to buy enough bread for all of these that they may even take a Little. How many loaves have ye? Go and see. Then One of the twelve said, There is a lad here with five loaves and two fishes, but Among so many what are they? Maybe we should send them away to the Villages. But Jesus said, Bring them hither to me; and He lifted up His Eyes, and blessed and brake the loaves, and gave them to His disciples to Set before the multitude; and likewise of the fishes as much as they would. When all were then filled and satisfied, Jesus said, The Fragments that remain, gather up that no thing be lost; and that Which was left over they gathered together and filled twelve baskets Of the five barley loaves and two small fishes that were blessed over and above unto those who had eaten, which were about Five thousand men, besides the women and children. And I, Stachys, I am the lad who gave and witnessed these things, not knowing the latter end Should greatly increase; yet, willingly, I still gave, and like the Heads of Grain that stand out from the stalk, even as the Ears of corn, I was made an abundance through grace to be a Supply for their want, and also a partaker with them lacking nothing. Scripture Compilation Matthew 14:15-21 Mark 6:35-44 Luke 9:12-17 John 6:5-13
For the tears I cry u hold me tight Are the tears that turn into dreams at night. I peep into, my window glass And watch the brightest stars go pass. For the smiles I make Are the ones you gave That helped me up and be so brave. When I fall,you catch me and hold me close the love you give me helps me grow the most I seek no danger, You guide me way So when I need to cry Im down to pray. At times when im lonely I pled for help Thanks for being there for me And the promises you kept.
Melting snow on the far distant mountain Multitude of different wildflowers in valley Bees and eagles share the glorious bounty Cold stream of water that flows, waters all
His love so divine I'm glad he is mine Always so loving and caring When he is in your life it has meaning He gives me faith to never be blind When I call his name he is always on time His love is so merciful And his blessings are plentiful To the world Jesus is the light To praise and glorify Him my pen takes flight Thousands of stories are told of Him His blood rids us of sin I think of my Lord night and day With folded hands and bent knees to Jesus I pray He teaches, he loves, he inspire, he brings wealth, he saves, and heals My Jesus is so real The King of Kings is so incredible He is just irresistible! Deuteronomy 6:5 Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. Psalm 89:1-2 I will sing of the LORD'S great love forever; with my mouth I will make your faithfulness known through all generations. I declare that your love stands firm forever, that you established your faithfulness in heaven itself.
That was a butcher shop, When I acrossed behind, I saw a suffering animal, Waiting for death. Blood was bleeding on the soil, I remembered them, Who has lost their lives? For human dignity And integrity, Realised their palpitation And suffering, Dripping innocent blood, Human soul never wears this injustice. Who will sacrifice for that? Because it was an animal, Waiting to serve, A Halal service for his Master.
Gluttony like Greed Excessive desire of Food or Drink Part of7 Capital sins or 7 Deadly sins Jesus Christ requires one to confess
The Cycle will always reset Undergoing that what is foretold Is up to every human to behold The will's of (wo)man will beget So all of these lives have been done before Go through all are we these metaphoric changes Initiating with forgiveness everything rearranges Multiplying cells always starts at the core All of you just wanting to know more He says, all you ask then to receive Want to live a new life then believe What else better have you to explore?
Learning that it is never to late We all start to feel its demand These messengers begin to equate Holy Spirit is at our command All across the world we shall stand As human beings we can all relate All human consciousness shall expand Allowing the Almighty's will to dictate
Preponderance Preponderance So many people live in darkness and superstition the web and internet eye am certain add some falter in among them let us see just how bad this thing could get. The bible verse is plainly written and taken from the context says and yet a myriad bunch of people make the evidence all wet Oh they say Judas went out and hanged hisself and then they quickly turn the page again and finger falls to open page again it says now GO AND DO THOU LIKEWISE? Oh foolish man has killed hisself again. When will people never learn the will of GOD? It is the sovereign will of GOD that Jesus Christ has come and taken all our penalties upon the TREE of sacrifice the Cross has done the work that each man could not bring to bear the fruit of love. To refine clothing in the dark to make the linens white it took HIS blood. There is almost nothing measures up please do some works and fill your cup with pleasant things and love. Feed someone or feed yourselves at least with diligence and concrete things some fish perhaps some meat instead of bread. Drinks and cookies iff you are rich Lay them end to end on tables laden with the rich fatty food of thanksgiving and left over candy from your Halloween the candy corn is fave with me. But even iff you lay a can of food in front of only yew be thankful that you eat. The LORD paid for all the turkey and the meat. Begin to realize it is no parlor trick and reach out in your falter to preponderance.
i like the way a dog/cat licks my lips i like the way nobody admits to it the whole time everyone grab tits amniotic a need for milk and spinning through it i cleave to breasts like a milk farmer to profits but i need it more now that it has completely split leaving me leaving you and i'm selling my wits
Pain...Torn, Circumstances; The walk on a path to shed a tear to numb the pain A desolation sets in the brain let I shall refrain, Words chosen in the fragments of my mind... Sheltered by the fear of prison doors Lest I emplore another chosen rhyme; To shine a light on make believe, Eyes with spots chosen doom in gloom To weather the storm in the plausible norm; Subside with vile degrading tears in the eyes, A shelter to cry beneath the pavement fair Beyond approach till one can compare; I treasured a rose that was plucked some time ago, French braid in hair yet none the worse for wear, A vile of dust chosen influence with tears, Shaped as the river Nile still we knew all the great while The smile from the lonesome child In the call of the wild; Breath of fresh air to compare a shoulder to cry, My final sigh as time slowly passes me by
Adam ate the apple he wanted to judge for himself and we are all his children Judgements of the judges the wise judge all things it would be wise not to judge at all those who judge will be judged to judge our very nature some will judge angels and how can we judge angels when we cannot even recognize the devils within if we profess to recognize devils then sin how is it that we can judge ourselves worthy to inherit the kingdom of heaven into the fires again, Oh man if we inherit the Kingdom Of Heaven what will we do when we get there and how is it that you do not know we are home
It always seemed year after year When Thanksgivin' time came near— That Toothie, our ol' grouch coosie Fixed chow that was a doozie. And every year he just swore Would be better that before— 'Course it always was just jerky And not tasty wild turkey! This year Toothie was diffident— Swore it would be different— Got mouths waterin' fer drumsticks And no more of his dumb tricks. And sure 'nuff on that turkey day, It was roastin' right away— Though it sure looked long and skinny— We wouldn't whine or whinny. Though it did seem to have long ears, None of us had any fears— And we belched as was our habit Though we knew it was jack rabbit! That feast turned out to be our best On a campfire I would guess— Ol' Toothie sure enough came through With his roasted 'turkey' stew. So it would be a year again Till that coosie was our friend— When he promised again the bird And we took him on his word!
Envy is feeling sorrow at another's good fortune and Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if We ourselves were injured by the good and Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her 11272011
Gorgeous day! Wrapped with warm weather, quietude in surroundings early this morning; roads are clear; driving isn't a problem at all, there's no rush and one freely takes his time. Invitations from friends and other relations a cookout in the yard or dining in a restaurant; a common tradition to American people, a wonderful experience, a day to remember. Our major print, news and TV networks, show varied events, places, and peoples; with distinctive features of the celebration that trace back history and meaning to recall. As singularly punctuated with solemnity those veterans in the army and other dignitaries, along with the president of this beautiful country, America: the land of free, unity and diversity. Names engraved in the annals of history are those heroes who served in this country, they offered their lives for love and loyalty, indisputably, heroic giants of the century. Across the years, memories of the past continue to serve as a treasure trove, a wellspring of thought and inspiration; indeed, a living legacy worthy of imitation. Kudos and more power to these people though they're all gone into the silent land their spirit, mem'ry and legacy to everyone unites the whole nation for love and remembrance.
He gave water to quench thirst A refreshing spring He told it calm and be still Tasty as iced tea Sweet like lemonade It is so Nice! © Joseph, 11/6/07 © All Rights Reserved This is based on Mark 4:35-41. The "Epulaeryu" poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the main course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer's excitement and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph Spence
Good and evil exist like Two sides of an arrowhead Like crime and punishment Mutually support independent industries A man divided is never whole Nuclear fascination, molecular fireworks The atom split, armaments deferred Duality rings Like chains waiting to be broken Releasing man Into spiritual adulthood
Miracle of consciousness re-wired Beyond the physical plane De-materialized, reconfigured webbing Teases my canopy's netting With no feet, message travels The Mind of Time Attracting this resplendent huddle To make a living Livelihood's muddled As yet, But wait! Mercury puddles Promising energy transacted A fate never to late Be among Gospel materialized
it not a black or white thing it what giving brings every year its near you'll feel it in the air after summer than fall PLAN AHEAD THINKSGIVING FOR ALL
Beyond the thoughts, nothing I mourned, nameless death was writing its diktat. The dirty epithets were accepted for collage. Simply a prayer was needed for a childless truth. Rudimentary terms owned a beautiful diction. The ultimate pain makes you dumb. Words lose the vision, you walk in a hollow city. Now is the time to remember the movement of truth in a jungle of drums. Eyes must find out the old path. Huge crowds collect at the door. Human connections are at strain. The questions are never answered flawlessly. Life should not burn like coal, but be a tree, in praise of sky, wind and earth. SATISH VERMA
we'll his star who you are near or far his loves from above life will be smooth as lard ONE GOD ONE LOVE
A couple of Saturdays ago I remember, A rather warm day in early September. A young man in our church and us had just decided, We wanted to be baptized. Were we excited! My husband and I crawled in the truck bed How rough a ride! Oh what a dread! When we finally got to our destination, It felt just like I was on vacation. Good food, good company what else would be, From such a great church family? We ate and laughter all filled the woods, Nobody was critical with the shouldn't and should's A couple hours later, when we got through eatin' We went to the river side for a meetin' The water was cold from the mountains flowing I chilled you to the bone, but it was just the knowing. Such a great time with the church had we, That September day at a river called Big Piney!
Handful of flour in a bin lightly kneaded with a little oil in a jar andmixed with such care- miraculous cake, sliced up so fair! Full story of this vignette @ I Kings 17:8-16
Looking for a beacon of Hope From a simple stranger Walking down a street in A strange country Never been there before Poverty-stricken seem know End.. Walking around on the street Not knowing Where to turn, mind is lost Seeking hope.. Maybe a little hope Coming from the strangers Walking on this strange street Never been there before But faces shown age of depression Of life Lines of time Shown worn and weary, know Light, Know hope One faint tear Pains of hunger With sullen bellies Is their know end in sight in Strange man land.. Looking for a beacon of hope Maybe a little light..
there are profits to be had if you listen to a prophet of the Lord blessings of infinite proportions if you choose to get on board the prophecy of a prophet, the words from a man of God a man whom God will use, a man after His own heart one who is willing to sacrifice and still do all that he can to spread the gospel, intercede for others and follow God's master plan but where are those kinds of prophets today? true men of God whom we desire to obey many of them have forsaken their ministries and compromised their callings and can't seem to realize that spiritually they seem to be stalling for it's quality and not quantity that the Lord God desires it's not how many, but how devoted are those whom you inspire Elijah was a prophet who had an intimate relationship with Christ he lived during the times of Queen Jezebel's opulent life but Elijah was a simple man of God who was most adamant he stood on the word of God and was determined to follow the commandments he declared one day that God said there would be a drought and until the people changed their wicked ways, the rains would not pour out one day on his earthly tour Elijah met a lost soul a widowed woman of little means who had abandoned all of her goals Elijah asked her for some water and then he asked her for some bread she said I only have enough for one last meal and then I will be dead she had given up, she was defeated, she had relinquished all hope she had forsaken her belief system and no longer had a desire to cope yet in the midst of all this virulence and all of this stress Elijah said to trust in God's word so her testimony would progress and after she committed to the word and took that leap of faith she received a profit from the prophet's prophecy, she got a food rebate when you trust in the Lord to provide all of your needs He will overflow your storehouse with an abundance of seeds if you believe in Him, you'll then receive from Him, come out of your comfort zone trust in a prophet's prophecy it has the power of the heavenly throne be obedient to God's commands, on His word you can depend trust in God's promises, they will profit you in the end the profits in a prophet's prophecy you will then receive just say yes to all God asks of you and in His word truly believe
Some depth, my thoughts never touched, the moonlight fades on my window. The vague gratification, falls silently on my mind. Pausing on relativity, I open the door to eternity. Vast loneliness of qualms, like the cult of dancing doubts where was the choice? I felt guilty at the fall of truth. Black grass was not my doing. My blood dripped on every count, on every tear. I don't need questions anymore. Give me landmarks. Darkness was for me. I will walk relentlessly in search of light. Alone, you will remember the fire, the spent spark in woods. It makes a difference when you are picking flowers. SATISH VERMA
Apple Red and juicy Delectable given fruit The greatest taste of all our sins Plucked from the mighty limbs English Pensee, 5 lines 2/4/7/8/6 syllables
Take no thought for your life, What you shall eat or what you shall drink. Is not your life more than that of meat? Behold, the birds of the air Are fed by God our Heavenly Father. So, neither do they gather, sow nor reap. Now aren't we much better than they? Take no though for your body, What you shall put on or be your measure. Is not your body more than stature and clothes? Consider the lilies of the field; They toil no, neither do they spin. Yet, God arrays them and the flower grows. How much more shall He provide for us of the faith? Take no thought for tomorrow And all the things that the world seeks after. Does not your Heavenly Father know your need? So seek first God's kingdom and His righteousness, And all these things shall be added to you That you beg not, neither be forsaken nor your seed. How much more then should we patiently wait? Take no thought and be anxious for nothing; Tomorrow will worry for things of its own. Does not each day already have enough trouble? So in everythng by prayer and supplication With thanksgiving make your requests known to God Each day that you and Peace be as a couple. Now isn't today that tomorrow you feared yesterday?
It may sound foolish or even insane to have a wish for richness or fame, and it's perfectly normal and human to long for things we don't have; but it's morally wrong to use them against others...for one's greed and gain! That conviction comes from inside, uncovering the unclearness of doubt... without being afraid of answers so dark; faith seems worthless without a vision in the mind.. be persistent in seeking gold with an enormous risk, and many will try a thousand times until they find it! A small seed will grow into a rich harvest... sun-nurtured and rain-quencher before sunset, and all these things you desire are obtained through prayer; don't heed the cynic's advice: push forward with endless stride! A wish for richness has different motives, discard the unworthy ones, consider the good ones; curiousity and effort make people successful, 'till their empty basket is completely full! Never did I see believers struggle for food; it was given because they bow down to a true God! Real food comes from the fertile earth, those who eat it will not know early death; millions of people die from man-made diseases: cigarettes, drugs, alchool, and promiscuous sex; if these are to continue, there'll be no one left! Be considerate of others...don't do anything you don't want to be done to yourself; have the kindest heart overflowing with giving: never stop at anything, if someone laughs; your determination is the result of dedication: let all watch and envy you for your perception!
You have been touched by God's Grace, and all your sins erased, now your heart within is pure. You have been touched by God's Grace, and your soul has been redeemed, now his love lives within. You have been touched by God's Grace, and live each day to him, a true friend HE is to you. You have been touched by God's Grace, and now your hearts desires evolve around him, leaving him not out. You have been touched by God's Grace, and it is a blessing to see how you touch the lives of others with Jesus' love. (c) March 23, 2006 Rosemarie Schrock
An alfresco barbeque, five thousand to feed, faith,the answer to their need, in one simple dish- five baked loaves,two john dory fish- Wow ! Full story of this vignette @ John 6:1-14
Ends did not meet, like beginnings, fact was insulted by fiction: the newborn stuns the God. Drop by drop life drips from ankles. Desolation takes advantage, forgets the path, becomes self-centered. Dialect changes, to taste the foul heritage, cadaver breaks the glass jar. Foeticide of a flute, overnight the soft face becomes dark. Orange moon floats like an empty boat. Waves burn for the sake of swollen lids of time. The essence of lies weaves a theme a skull rolls down on a slide laughing like sin of omissions. Night screams. A hot sun glows from the window. SATISH VERMA
I look Into my glass. Viewed or wasting grace Set, "would God It came to light My Heart had melloy as rhyming By Champagne grown fill cold to Me. Could loney wait my endless rest with equanimity. Time, to make me a poem understandable lines Steals, lets part abide; and shakes this Champagne a toast At Eve with applause of no even from the Outside I could sense Inside of welcome, lack of abiding Life like Balloon's In the Air, a certain Melody sounded a show loveness faith one now It's gone and read at this Radio, each poem neatly my Ears He foundly call who He noctice wrote
I hear everyday, about the hungry, and scared, how not enough money is available for their care. The children, and elderly, doing without, tell me, what this is about. Our land is so rich, and many have much, then why, oh why, are we hearing such. Programs are needed in each city, and state, designed to help them, in any way. When you're not hungry, and you're not old, it's hard to imagine, how could you know.
Into the mouth Out of the drought None the worse And none defiled Out of the heart With body parts Come acts perverse And all that's vile
here what to say lord on this day as i sit i won't say this think for anuther year to share this food lord your so cool with your ideals lord i thank you too for this MEAL
this very troubled old maid so beaten down by life wanted nothing so but not to fade without being someone's wife but until that time came about, she had no choice but to carry on and when she needed bad some groceries to me she depended on, and hence you have this yarn... just give me Spinster's list and money to pay for it all I run down to the supermarket, I mean, this is what she needed, this is why the call... I'm no big fan of big food shopping, it's really too much a bore, I'd far rather go bar hopping, than spend hours in the store but she needed me to help I could never turn her down she really was a nice lady, I couldn't bear to see her frown so off I go in search, of the food she so much needed, and back again an hour or two later it could of been much longer, but I had really speeded someday, I sort'a wonder... will someone shop for me? If so, one thing will be different... I'll, for him, how it felt to be.
You forgot the lines and lineage. Getting all or nothing, pulling away at the umbilical cord, seeking liberty to commit a sin or feeling liberated after committing the sin. The tone embodies the elopement, unbound, to invent the disorder and divide the provocation. Night was approaching with few stars, flowing like the squealing of a dark saint, blameless, under the thin breath of the dying sun. Into the orphanage enters the day riding on the dust of history. My journey begins into time to change into another tomorrow. SATISH VERMA
Liquefied version of pain has started working. human material constructs a floating emotion at last. One by one I rediscover the children of sorrow among the ruins of ancient prayers. The fear lurks under the trees, under the stones. I can read it, unwashed stillness of a revolution. It was real yesterday, but collapsed on the rim of today. My wrinkled faith gets ready for a proliferation of rites. The land suffers. My solitude remains unmeasured. In despair I latch on to sounds of pursuing light. Impatiently the dialogues are thrown around. The philosophy of confessional truth becomes very auspicious. SATISH VERMA
Dear Mr. President Christmas is upon us, and I am busy planning for the celebration of the birth of Christ. This year our family will not have a tree, for I have been laid off from my job. They told me, they found someone else that would do it for half the money, that they have been paying me. Also, my health insurance is worthless now, my family can't get any assistance we need, but we are still grateful to be able to say, we live in the USA. I know for sure we will be getting a turkey from one of the many churches in our area, they never forget the less fortunate. This is the reason for my letter, my family, and I, would love for you, (and anyone else, that would like to attend), to join us, as we celebrate the birth of our Lord, and Savior. Dress casual, and remember, In God We Trust.
Jacob's Well, Scene One Christ and woman, Characters Water Jar, Act One Seeking for a drink- Living Water poured into Empty jar of clay Jacob's Well, Scene Two Christ, disciples- Characters The Purchase, Act Two Urging Christ to eat Food they bought at Town Center- His meat is God's will The City, Scene Three Men and woman, Characters The Witness, Act Three Seeking the people- Salty speech led thirsty souls To Fountain of Life Jacob's Well, Scene Four Christ and people, Characters Followers, Act Four Urging Christ to stay Many more believed and drank The Living Water
You are not with yourself today. Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud. Now you know what you did not want to know. No longer the pathless destiny, comes near you, you go towards the bushes to collect the ash, the burnt out remains of a theme, a design, a horizon. In memory of books, which are not read by anyone now. Pages lay wounded. Black stones trying to hear the sounds of dawn. The tremors were increasing in the swampland. The wolves were in howling rage. A daring gift of death, tormenting the spirit, human flesh, you watch through the twilight, through the terror of betrayal. Each tear drop sacrifices the eternity. SATISH VERMA
Why do you waste your time? Time wastage is also a crime, Understand your time is life, Recycle yourself as a lime. Energy can regenerate your aim, You can recover your needs flame, Nobody can feed for nothing, Your idealness is a shame. You can fly in an open space, You can run to win a race, You can travel where do you like? If you have idea you can trace. Famous person has a name, Only activeness is his game, You can play if you are wise, Occupation has no shame.
Vials of stolen waters are sweet To the drunkard who drinks As if he has not drank Who inside is like bottled up wine Pouring new wines into an old wine skin Though he must vent, ready to burst He considers not that the wines will run out And that the bottle will perish Thus, the simple man seeks another drink Making glances and taking chances With festive dances and forbidden romances The winebibber staggers and falls into deep ditches Full of the nectar and the dregs of the flesh Under the tree of knowledge in fields of subtle venoms Loaves of secret bread are pleasant To the glutton who gluts As if she lacks bread Wiping her mouth saying she has done no wrong Though she's known, a woman given to appetite Yet she puts not the knife to her throat Neither considers the dainties before her That such food id deceitful meat The strange woman craves more delacacies Making glances and taking chances With festive dances and forbidden romances The riotous eater of flesh gnash a mouthful of gravel Engorged with the grains she grinds That pierce, alas, like a sword and stabs like a dagger Whose drowsiness clothes with rags And covers such impoverished souls With hunger and sleep, thus you must listen Guide your heart in the Way And be not among them Lest you learn their ways snaring your one soul.
Sensational seasonal sinful sights, Sounds and smells taste, talk and think Until bloated and parched.
Still, there were no sea creatures, no birds, no land creatures, And there was neither man nor woman; Yet, God saw that it was good. #11 Since there were no living creatures on the earth, God created the great whales and every living thing With which the water teems. He also said, "Let birds fly Above the earth in the open sky," and God saw that it was good Blessing them saying, "Be fruitful and multiply." And there were evening and morning- the fifth day. #12 Now, on the sixth day, God made the wild animals, the livestock And everything that creeps along the ground, each according to their kinds, And though God was not finished, He saw that it was good. #13 Then God said, "Let us make man in our image and in our likeness And let them rule... over all the earth." So God created man in His own image. In the image of God He created him; male and female he created them. #14 From the dust of the ground He formed man and breathed into his nostrils The breath of life, and the man became a living soul. #15 Later, causing a deep sleep to fall upon the man, God took out one of the man's Ribs and closed up the place with flesh. Then with the rib, the Lord God made a Woman and brought her to the man. #16 He blessed them saying, "Be fruitful and multiply. Replenish the earht and subdue it. Have dominion over the fish... the fowl... and every living thing that moves upon the ground." #17 He also gave them every green plant for food, and it was so. #18 Then God saw all that He had made, And behold, it was very good. #19 So, He rested on the seventh day because He had finished the work He had been doing. #20
I walk these lonely roads, where I live here on earth. I can see the precious moments ride the waves of the wind. I see the changing times and I lose loved ones and friends. I wonder how long till my Lord will come? Will another pass on without His loving grace? I think of being with my Lord ( these- earthly times mean nothing- to me ). I know my Lord is above this creation called time. I know it will not last. I think of the place where times is no more, where Jesus I know I shall see and in His loving arms will be!
A tempest tossed rage, a river of anger, fueled by cruel haste, despitefully using, losing my hope, as so it seems. A tempest misplaced, emotions confusing, where do I turn?, and where do I go?, thier is no shelter, anywhere in sight. A tempest engulfed, with a love so deep, overcoming sins doubt, that's rendered useless, turning to Jesus, my shelter I find. A tempest no more, not yet out of sight, searching inland, in a heart that's true, following Jesus, down a path lit bright.
Dead Carrotts A Narrative Poem "Carrotts is alive until they pull them from the ground" said Father John. "He just got saved at church again last nite" said Narrator Seven. "Please Father John Please preach about something else this time" said the congregation. "Carrotts is our life we eat them to survive" said Farmer Brown. "When you pull a carrott from that grounded patch of acred land it kills it it is murder then" said Father John. "And what is meat" they cried in masse "but butchered love". Dead Carrotts
Fuel and food for thee & me To Noah a sign of life And others ,a symbol to end strife- A pictorial arbor emblem To encompass God's kingdom
I think that I understand but only JEUS can stand; I think that I am right but for me HE did shed light; I think that I do good but only JESUS provideth food! I know that alone I cannot stand but in His Grace I do land; I know that I am not right but in His love I see His light; I know that I do no good but in His word I find food!