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Dearest young leaf, Why so melancholy? Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly. Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance, Of colors rich and flaky grounds, For Thou wilt weep every moment hence, While Springtime's youth still bounds. Greet Thy greenness with glee, For thy root to the Oak remains strong, Aeolus' fury on Thee has no effect till Summertime gone. So worry not of what is to come, Enjoy Thy existence, little one.
The magic came to Christmas Day when shepherds first were told, When wise men brought their frankincense, their myrrh and gifts of gold, When heaven opened wide its gates and angels came to sing; For in a manger on the hay, lay Christ, the newborn king. I found it first at Grandma's house, so many years ago, When she prepared her Christmas treats and Grandpa seemed to glow. The house was full of warmth and love, so sweet, so pure and real; And what I cherish most of all, that Christmas magic feel. It's in the music, on the air; just turn the dial to find Inspiring songs that sing of peace, goodwill to all mankind. They sing their praises unto God and spread their Christmas cheer, And everywhere the songs are sung, they find an opened ear. Its clamor, sparkle, warmth and hope, of which we try to write In pretty lines of words and rhymes that never sound just right, Can best be seen in children's eyes when they awake to see What Santa Claus has brought and placed beneath the lighted tree. The magic feel returns each year with warmth on coolish nights, With memories steeped in seasons passed, in songs and blinking lights, At Grandma's house, her Christmas treats, aromas rich and spiced; To recognize the best in man, and honor Jesus Christ.
Seasons come And seasons go In all of the above Her colours flow Just like pages In a book What the seasons bring Are worth a look Spring brings life In many ways The sun radiates From warm awesome rays The summer oozes With blooms and colours Greenery greens Canopy covers The winter decides Who lives and dies The reader dissects In passionate cries But the season for me Are the Autumn Pages It's decision to end In colourful stages This poem came to me as i was reading poems by Autumn Page. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php
This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves as my guideline that I shall follow happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly for the sake of our love life. Indeed l am well aware of the fact that the beauty of this pledge does not only lie in word alone but in action as well. For that reason in every season I shall show steadfast commitment to the implementation of this pledge with a great deal of astuteness. I therefore commit myself to be your devoted and delivering husband for all the years l shall live with you on this earth. I shall treat you with the love and care you deserve as my wife. Indeed l shall treat you with the distinction and dignity that is befitting of the queen of my heart. That body, that bone, that breath shall be my mine to treasure, for sure; a dearness to promote and protect for dear life…and love! I shall stand by and with you in all the situations of our life. If the situation demands that we sail, sail we shall together. If the situation demands that we climb, climb we shall together. I know very well what l am getting into: I am getting into a marriage that is overflowing with blessings. This marriage- with our mutual commitment- will stand the test of time. I know very well what I am getting into: I am getting into a relationship that brims over with a transforming power of love. This marriage-with our mutual commitment – will transform naivety into maturity troubles into challenges pretence into practice pride into progress bachelorship into companionship. I pledge to be your steward and partner for all times. I shall value the consultations and decisions that we make as husband and wife. As head of the family I shall do nothing to derail our love train for anything else least of all for personal and selfish reasons. Now and forever I am your lawful and loving husband… This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves as my guideline that I shall follow happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly for the sake of our love life. Indeed I am well aware of the fact that the beauty of this pledge does not only lie in pronouncements but in practice as well. For this reason every season I shall demonstrate untiring love and loyalty to you; a love and a loyalty that is a living embodiment of our marriage vows. I therefore commit myself to be your honouring, supportive and loving wife for all the years l shall live with you. I shall treat you with the love and care that you deserve as my husband. Indeed I shall treat you with the dignity and nobility that is befitting of the king of my heart. On my mind it is always fresh that I am the flesh of your flesh. Green or grown I am the bone of your bone. I know very well what I am getting into: I am getting into a relationship that elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood. I shall endevour to put my family first with all the rights, obligations and privileges that come with wifehood. I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off loneliness and lostness from our relationship, seeking nothing but your companionship; banking on your stewardship, sinking together any hardship. Since you are mine I shall not do anything else to undermine our relationship for personal or egotistical reasons. Now and forever I am your lawful and loving wife…
I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell Dedicated To P.D.
< Cascading lakes and streams The loon stands out it seems Minnesota's state bird I know it must sound absurd Adopted in nineteen sixty one Wails and yodels heard under the sun Black and white bearing red eyes Wingspans five feet can make one cry Body lengths up to three feet Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat They are high speed flyers And great underwater divers They can dive up to ninety feet In pursuit of fish they want to eat They are even on our license plates An critical habitat drawn on metal slates Twelve thousand of these unique birds God that has to be a lot of turds But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues Written By Katherine Stella Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
When twilight hangs on the silver of trees In ways the boughs are draped with frost's release, My tempo of whistling strides and feet unfurl Beneath the dome of clouds, set in misty pearl. Lilacs pose with sheen in a crystal dress On branches gracing a season's finesse, The nightingales coo of winter's refrain Along roads where love finds sweet comfort gained. In solace, I marvel at this jeweled hour As lanterns guide my stroll through night's tower! Juli- Michelles's Rhyme Battle, Round 3 by nette onclaud
SEPTEMBER BRIDES ` ` , ,,,, ,` `` ```,,,,,, ,````` magenta boughs sheer as bridal lace adorn mid summer-time trees they flutter like acrylic confetti glazed, and scattered on rapturous breeze Botticelli petals drift like scarlet flakes down to gather round pastoral feet, their fragrance fills September's gown with brushstrokes so apricot sweet bridal trees alight as beguiling mists all clad in sultry glow's array awoken by a waft of groom's kiss on this, God's first September day... --------------------- quatrain © all rights reserved Especially for Brian's September By nette onclaud
so, i got to thinking about all those words planted in my language where fertility grew them to leave and stalk and pod the farmer's words scatter my fields like seed on clod watered by thundering flashes awash, fertilized and germinating progeny seedlings, my own growth in some time-lapse photography writhing their creamy roots into earthy loam and droning on through a summer daze into fruits of sweaty labors on humid chlorophylled days silks sultry green, stalking me through rows and rows as far as i can see, if i squint the farmer, suspended in time stands with his hands in pocket or on some implement toed to soil and surveys life's prospects for this season, before the days bake the green back into the humus and the cornucopia spills the field and orchard this verse of the farmer's song picked and stowed away cool eyes closed now, ears gently strain to hear, worldly phrasing come from where? my larder or some ancestor gleaning meaning and dropping it into her apron to carry home to hungry minds to feed them something of today and sustain them through a fallow solstice and the chilled breeze any cultivation harvested over picked clean and harrowed flat nearly time to plow it under again while the farmer gazes the horizon and sips something in his cup © Goode Guy 2011-08-22
Nippy air bites the skin, sunlight trails off in a sky so morose; bare trees contemplate the yellow grass below mourning their lost splendor; be that messenger of the Season's Greetings and avoid being sad and alone... welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year! Assist me in decorating the pine-scented and candle-lit rooms , of my lair; please, come in and accept my hospitality with ardor; let's chat over dinner and sparkling wine until darkness looms... welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year! Anticipate the thrill of the Holidays with a big smile spreading cheer: dream of snow, of Santa riding his sleigh from the cold North Pole; he'll remember every good kid who has shown obedience and grace... welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year! I looked for a Christmas Tree crossing the snowy boardline, searching the nearest forest for the tallest, prittiest one with the help of neighbors who had a good will and no fear... welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year! So much I will share and learn this Holiday Season announcing a divine birth to the Earth below brightened by candles, twinkling lights and mirth; admire my decorations of garlands and golden bells to make you merrier... welcome to my Holiday home at this very special time of year! Family, friends and neighbors gather around this fireplace that will bewilder us, let's remember the wonderful birth of our Savior Jesus, who came to visit us; hear the song of the angels echoing through the chilly air... welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!
Rainbow Colorful arch Heavenly gracious light Glorious feeling from above Colors © Joseph, 8/19/07 © All Rights Reserved
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Untie the knot this Christmas, Have a look inside At the gift you have been given, It may be to 'cool' to hide! Undo the layers of wrapping, Find out what's hidden there. Be careful how you open it; It says, "Handle with care." Unto you this gift is given, It's stamped 'FROM GOD ABOVE'. He sends this blessed present, With unrequisite love. Understand there is no motive. This gift is free indeed. It's given to each person, Who truly has a need. Unlock your heart this Christmas, Let peace and joy flow through. Then Christmas will be special; Especially for you!!
Christmas is not about silver bells And sleigh riding in the snow. Christmas is not about holly boughs And sprigs of mistletoe. Christmas in not about golden rings Or partridges in a tree. Christmas is all about Jesus Christ, Who came to save sinners like me. Christmas is not about Santa Claus And good little girls and boys. Christmas is not about eight reindeer And lots of Christmas toys. Christmas is not about shopping days Or trimming the Christmas tree. Christmas is all about Jesus Christ, Who came to save sinners like me. For God so loved the world That He sent His only Son To bleed and die upon a cross To pay for the sins we've done. He was born of a virgin at Bethlehem To die at Calvary. Christmas is all about Jesus Christ, Who came to save sinners like me.
A song of a sparrow in the springtime. Birds chirp a lullaby at the peak of the morning sun. Speedy is the dragonfly, wish I could catch just one. Clovers fill the meadow and daisies are in bloom. Brilliant as the rainbow heanen's scent perfumes. I hear a sparrow singing sweet tunes of joy and glee. Sing a song sweet sparrow, sing a song for me. As springtime goldenrods glow. I see a sweet sparrow perched upon a rose. Elegant are the carnations, and honeybees buzz me by, God's mighty creations of tender springtime. I hear a sparrow singing a joyful melody. Sing a song sweet sparrow, whistle in the breeze. Lilacs spread their fragrance. Daffodils line the creek. In the wind the lilies dance, and crickets chirp at my feet. I hear a sparrow singing such a sweet tune. Sing a song sweet sparrow, lift the morning dew. Sing a song the prince of love and let the music flow. Drowning in sweet melodies I open my window. Perched upon the cedar tree a mighty little bird. Singing tunes of springtime for all to be heard.
Deep within the emerald, jaded summers days Whilst Mother Nature dances Exotically lays In the eyes and minds of human folk Autumn Elf clambers up Deep amongst the trees To whisper words To tempt her From summers verde beam At first she is easily distracted As a beautiful fledgling flirt Yet slowly Through Autumns persistent promises He softly tempts her She settles down beside him engrossed in smouldering embers mirth And whilst his teasing Tongue and breath Does tinker on her cheek The cloak of limes and lemon trees Does Very Slowly Slip To reveal one precious summer bronzed shoulder (at this point) Autumn Elf Aware his seduction does so succeed He offers up his golden cap Whilst bowing on one knee As after all she is his queen The one for whom he yearns And waits silently within the trees For her glorious return.
Pieces of sunlight Indiscriminaely scattered Amid dappled green Change places with Latticed shadows of emerging silence Cheerful birds song Chirp, chirp, chirp Mingle with Gently rustling leaves Morning's musical companions The flaming muscle car rears Screaming lurching to a stop Nose diving, braking hard Deep throated mechanical bark Shatters stillness Belching tail pipes thunder The assault splits the air Chopping stillness to pieces After awhile birds sing And the trees are still green
Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. And only he who sees takes off his shoes, the rest sit round and pluck blackberries. -- Elizabeth Barrett Browning The more time I share with you I find me like a wave crashing a distant shore. Insatiable thirst to drink from your living pools of water. Bathed in your furnace fires in this latter time. Let me not be the one to pluck blackberries from the bushes, But a small flame joined in your blazing fires. I am in awe to stunned to move from your presence. So close, I can feel a wind called Jehovah wrapped around me. I remove my sandals on this earthly ground. Knowing I am standing in your presence, the true essence of Holy Ground. I have seen and witnessed your Majestic Power, Love, and Salvation. This poem is featured at Sword n Light with music and art feel free to visit. http://www.swordnlight.com/sandals.html
Up on a mountain Alone stands a tree "Picture perfect" For all to see A perfect blend of colors Created in the fall With the descending leaves Adding beauty to it all The winter brings with it A look that's all its own It's like peering at a snow globe When the wind is blowing The view in the springtime Is like a breath of fresh air Life as it blossoms is A sight which is fair Summer makes sounds so soothing By winds which compel the tree to dance Inhaling its aroma You're enslaved into a trance So, as the seasons continue to change This perfect picture you can see If you look up on the mountain Where there stands alone a tree
The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about. They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light. They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts. They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight. The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are. They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end. They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far. They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own. The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown. The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together. They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen. They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur. They capture what is felt and heard because they're accepted as they're deemed. The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission. They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched. They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception. The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!
As days become longer Warm air blankets our skin The sky feels more open Something new is to begin What could be anything Our destiny unknown It is the air of freshness Where new souls will be born With each moment singing Its own unique tune The open seas lift us up As we prepare for the new To breathe, laugh, love and be The beauty of Summer When we are happy and carefree.
You don't have to live… Like you did before! I can give you my love… And so much more! You don't have to keep on "bringing up the past…" I will give you a peace and joy that will forever last!" The chains you once had… No longer have to hold you down. I will pick you up and plant you on solid ground! You don't have to live the way that you once lived… An abundance of forgiveness and mercy is what I freely give! You no longer have to live a life that is filled with fear… I will always be your best friend. I am always here! You can come to me for a love that is worth finding… My promises are forever. You need no reminding! You can be a new creation. Old things passed away. I am that I am. And I can change your life TODAY! I am Jesus. Your provider. The all-sufficient one. My arms are wide open for you… Won't you come??? By Jim Pemberton 12/07/10
The trees of the Lord Full of sap and evergreen Planted by waters, Spreading out their roots Even when drought comes with heat, Still, will yield their fruit.
As the stars begin to appear in the night sky the snowfall continues unique snow crystals fall from heaven We're happy to watch the whiteness spread over the land Taking a deep breath of the night air we head homewards Tomorrow it will be difficult to get around But the snow looks so pristine! The trees are hung with snow And so, we;ll take in the sight of a world of white
Fingers crossed, My mind still hoping, Day by day, I rest on the hill sloping. Looking at the sun, Mesmerized by the beauty, Rays blinding the scene I look on. The sun is setting, My mind is wondering; Although sometimes forgetting, Though life seems like its plundering. Birds wisp by, Flying across the purple-pink sky. Oceans in the distance, Beauty beyond existence. It's a sunset wonder, A masterpiece of splendor. Exquisiteness unsurpassed, The sky, life, and scenery coming together at long last.
Autumn came this summer on a cool winter's day Then spring walked in behind her Then spring soon danced away: A flower grew beside her from a freshly fallen pile of snow And the petals fall onto the ground shortly after the winds blows: As quickly as the seasons change so the same, time does pass and the memory of frozen ground is soon your bed of grass: The time which a flower bares it's bloom or clouds share their summer rain Quickly passes with the shifting winds As it guides away your pain: My lover spoke just as a friend As a stranger, then took my hand As one beginning drew to another end the setting sun made me understand: The Earth is not that far around The sun rises in the day And as quickly as the lightning strikes The storm can roll away.
Seasons come and seasons go. Life changes for better and sometimes worst. Strength comes from storms. The best is appreciated by suffering the worst. Never change as Seasons do. Follow your dreams never lose sight of you. Don't forget who you are. Don't let life's disappointments leave a scar. On your emotions and eat away at you. Until the pain is so strong it overwhelms you. Don't be blinded by dream realization. After each storm there is sunshine. And you can endure good and bad times. Never let go of your ability to reason. Perservere learn from all Seasons.
Soul ties are tight like crazy glue.Who could ever get through?Stuck twisted,and bonded,can't really hide it. Soul ties:listening to the continuous lies and the fake alibis underneath that dark disguise. Soul ties are so deep that they cause me to creep.Making me feel so cheap inside where the Holy Ghost can't abide.Because there is so much sin inside of me,causing my maker to turn away due to the sin I've created that burdens Him everyday. Soul ties are like cancer that will cause you not to answer the call of the parakleet. Come and be restored.Take the mindset to be free and walk into God's liberty. Soul ties can make or breaker you.A soul tie with our maker is burden-lifter and a yoke breaker;the finisher of all my fights with much delight.I don't have to fight anymore. A soul tie can make or break you .Which one will you choose?Or will you continue to abuse the soul and unite with savages that cannot make you whole? Continuing the cycles of twists and turns and down in hell where the(flesh) will burn. Soul ties:which tie will you take?Jesus is on His way.Get it right today without delay.Release the sin today so you can be on your way. Soul ties:which one will you choose?Today,again, I say Jesus is coming any day.Choose to connect with Jesus.He'll lead the way. Soul ties: which one will you choose?With Jesus you can't lose. Soul tie with Him today!
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Did The Lord Build Your House? This house of ours is "plain." But is still standing. We're "simple folks..." By many people's understanding… We may not have much of what is "socially appealing"… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be "wrapped up" in much of this world's entertainment. But we seek God's peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and "calling" in mind. To seek God's ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We're thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We're blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! "Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!" God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton
We salute every soldier who's served this great nation. And offer a heart of thanks and appreciation! We salute each member of our armed forces. And are thankful for their efforts and resources! We salute the many who protect our borders too. We'd be in trouble… If not for people like YOU! We salute every son and daughter lost in a war. YOU are what serving this country is meant for! We salute the officers who've guided our women and men. Our prayers are with you! And our love from within! We salute our veterans! Wherever they may be! Those who served on land, air and sea! Offering prayer to the Lord is our belief… That he will guide our Commander-in-Chief! As we observe Memorial Day this year… Let's offer our soldiers love, hope and cheer… May God bless them in all they endeavor And his peace be with them today and forever!! By Jim Pemberton 05/21/10
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E aster! Born of ultimate love! A Lamb, unblemished, laid down and died S ins, each one, was paid in full T ortured, disrespected, denied, betrayed E entered Hades, ripped veil, bringing prophets of old, to just reward R ose victorious, conquered death J esus Christ, joy astounding, Risen Lord! The Lion and the Lamb O ver two thousand years, though maligned, still alive! Y our hopes and mine, all rest in Him
I was just trying to remember the past trying to remember the good people and the bad people, that i came across on my way, i want you to know that you are among the good people that left a good trace in my life, once again i just want to say thank you for passing through my life, is so short but is wonderful i want you here forever.
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The Day My Uncle Died... I was thinking about the smile on my uncle's face…. This was a before he would "leave this place." I'll never forget the words shortly before he died. The more I thought about it, the more I cried. He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better." I never received another phone call or even a letter. A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral. But it was also him who received a burial. I was shocked and amazed as to what happened. The events took place. There was no way I could "stop them." Memories I had were from many years ago. I often think about him. And I do miss him so! I suppose many don't take the time to realize... How quickly life passes... Then someone dies. Perhaps there's someone in your life you can think of… There's been a situation that you're embarrassed to "speak of/" A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken. And soon your relationship has been "broken." This may be a good time with this person to spend. Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend." Everyone is important to God who reigns above. We need to be filled with his mercy and love. The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear... The days are short... Our journey's end is so near! May God speak to our heart and help us to see... Where will you and I be spending our eternity??? By Jim Pemberton
"There is a time for each season… To everything made… There is a divine reason. A time for purpose under the heavens above… A time for meaning from a God of love. A time to be born. A time to die… A time to farm the ground under the beautiful sky. A time to kill. A time to heal... A time to tear down and to build up with a passion and zeal A time for weeping. A time for laughing… A time to mourn. A time for dancing. A time to keep... A time to throw away. A time to tear. A time to make amends today. A time to get. A time for losing… A time to keep. And to give away at our choosing. A time for silence. A time to speak… A time for each hour and day of the week. A time for love. A time for hate… A time for war. A time for peace at your gate. How will you spend the time God has given to you? What is your choice? What will you do??? May this be a time living in God's purpose and design. He created you and made everything beautiful in his time! By Jim Pemberton 05/22/10 Read Eccl. 3:1-11
Slowly the light comes into my eyes. The morning is here and that's no surprise. Thin lines of the sun's rays shine through. An open curtain from across my bedroom. My eyelids are heavy and feel so dry. Trying to wipe the long sleep from my eye. The tiniest particles of dust float softly from my bed. Splatter across thin lines of light just above my head. I wonder to myself, should I get up or just stay. The covers so warm and wishing to remain this way. The smell of fresh coffee is permeating the air. Who could it be making hot coffee out there? A bright new day has started for all of us, not just me. Come into my dream with me and see how great it can be.
There's an antique red barn Sits atop the hill And a small little pond Chock full of blue-gill There's old rusty cars Which haven't ran in years And a hundred year old house Once manufactured by Sears It's loaded full of memories It's filled with lots of charm It's a place I know and Love It's all there...On Grandma's Farm Used to go there every Sunday From as far back as I can remember Sledding down the hill In the snow come December I Loved it out at Grandmas Playing with toy tractors in the sand Going to help split wood Just to lend a helping hand I Loved it winter, spring and summer But my favorite time of all Was when the leaves all turned The wonderful colors of fall I was carefree and happy The world was free from harm Way back when I was a kid Out On My Grandma's Farm © 2011 Kevin Stock
You might call it an epiphany as I bedded down amongst the vines a beautiful yellow back spider for the entire afternoon we would spent some time With sun glistening above and a wind caution and free a delicate web of life he began a sight my eyes marveled to see From tiny branch to tiny branch a miraculous grand design took shape rectangles stacked upon rectangles squares of silk he fashioned free Within this beauty and grace he paused as if to see a smile within my heart aglow a hope for humanity "Thrive" I said to the little guy as I rolled back to my feet a grateful dream I did thee witness a minuet piece of Gods majesty
I'm 51 today. 51 tomorrow, yay Was 51 yesterday. 52 is months away, And yes I'm thankful. Although it's not my real birthday, It kinda is in a certain way. I'm still alive another day. I had the notion to celebrate. And be thankful. Though it's not a holiday. Thanksgiving has come and gone away, I'm just alive today. For that I'm thankful. Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme, Or reflect upon the deep sublime. I'm just grateful today to be alive. I mean really thankful. I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy, Or impress you with theology. It matters not at all to me. I just feel thankful. So tonight I take a walk outside, I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe. I breathe in deep, And I say thank you. And maybe not just to Who you think, Man let's throw in the kitchen sink, And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful. Some of you I'm glad you're gone, Frankly you stayed a bit too long And some you the grave stole far too soon, And yet I'm still thankful. Today the living and the dead You've both been right up inside my head, And synergized this verbal thread. For that I'm thankful. I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. I always smile when I think of him, And now I listen I heard a siren going by, I wonder who and wonder why, Was it a wreck, did someone die? Yet still I listen. Neighbors dogs are going wild. Was that the laughter of a child. Seems like I can hear for miles. Still I listen. I hear the hi-way roar of cars. Tho I have never heard the stars Is there really life on Mars? Shhh brain please shut up and listen! The soft night whispers in my ears. Pressing through my random fears, I stand amazed at what I hear. And now I wonder. I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze The silhouette of leafless trees. I stand in wonder Then I wonder about the first man to ever be, Or the first time he looked up to see The Milky Way the galaxies. Did he wonder? I wonder what he did How he loved how he lived. If he ever lost a friend? Man oh man I wonder. Was he the first to dig a grave? How it sounded if he prayed? How he fought? How he played? If that man could see us all today, What would he say I wonder? In ways was he a lot like me? Did he sometimes fear what he could not see? Did he create unseen walls Of unbelief? I stand and wonder. Did he ever hurt the ones he loved? Did life convince him not to trust? I wonder. My great grandfather lived My DNA is shared with him. I wonder how we are the same, And I don't even know his name. Still I wonder. Will my great grand kids know my name? Will it even matter who's to say? Will they look up in wonder? Will they listen? Will they be thankful? Not much I can leave to them That would matter too much in the end. I suppose the primal hope in man Is the hope I hope lives on in them I hope they wonder. About the universe. I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse. I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. I hope they're thankful. I hope they listen. I hope they wonder. And no matter what life hands them, I hope they hope.
< dancing to the hit song monster mash frankenstein and werewolf got real smashed took the witches culdeen and boiled up mummys spleen Quasimodo joined in on the bash witches brew of brains spleens gizzards hearts illuminates party from it's start Dracula and zombies lurking for free bodies poor old frankie's wife just fell apart the bewitching dance came to its end when bats flew in frenzy around den on this all hallows eve trickery was up sleeve sent my 3 black cats in to defend
Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue Elephants in numbers dot the shores hippo's and crocodiles are at the core of many memories and visions of old Lake Kariba, in land sea full of tiger fish and bream The endless blue that roles into the distance where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze It wasn't always peaceful, tranquil, and still nature has no chance to relax and withdraw Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men's mind Up Up Up goes the building and climbs Man made dam, Damn big problem How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi POURING OUT THE CONCERT RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME Animals and people lost in the rising tide from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea Great and panoramic became the horizon wide Like a whisper on the edge of wind was a grand concert of ages gone by Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky A harmonic existence of sublime serenity Life here brings closure to one's perspective the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.
Inundating radiant sunshine beams down on my face fervently tracing crows feet nearing the frown I can taste obliterating tear streaks transmitting them into the depths of outer space introducing an iridescent spectrum of piercing waves golden ears fear in the race Electromagnetic oscillation inspiring me to rely religiously upon solar energy photosynthesis eradicating unwanted toxins by chasing them vehemently So on this sacred date of "ONE"… negative energy is trumped by the positive tsunami of the sun and as she dares me to stare into her face of grace ninety three million miles away… I sigh as her radiance blasts my face in such a merciful way suddenly my shaking knees give way to an epiphany that this day is laced with sanctity Finally the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant making change the world will see... "The Sun's Seven" pronouncing a unified spirituality * Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it... don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant"
< amidst flocked needles ... woven ornament strewn ... a star is ... born
< ladies ~ gentlemen ~ start those ...... engines miss ~ Ho ~ down - prices .... would be a sin best buy - circuit city black ~ friday .... how pitty 5 am ~ now ~ who ~ wears ~ smiling ... grins k- mart ~ wal - mart ~ target ~ pennys red tag sales of many and plenty but you must buy in bulks and ~ get ~ guy ~ like ~ the ... hulk to ~ push ~ cart ~ while ~ you ~ chat ~ with ... jenny let's ~ all ~ hop ~ on ~ over ~ to ~ I - hop your one stop for christmas breakfast slop sure pancakes sounds yummy but wait till hits tummy be sitting on stool till it plops Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's Commericialized Holiday Humor Contest Gl All And Happy Holidays Love Kathy & Jenny
The mystical maid of the seasonal change, in summer darns a Gown of evergreen, with rose petal blossoms of bows, and leaves Ribbons woven intertwine through thorns and beauty. In the rush the colder winds blow at natures rare textured garments Of elegance personified, limb by branch, fall do the delicate flowers, Tenderly bidding the great lady a loving farewell remorse, until next Years calling madam, they do softly whisper till then my dearest love. Now in the white dress of the elm, a white maiden of porcelain skin thus Stands alone, brushed by the on coming chilling breeze of autumn, decorations Multicolored rainbow leaves create a sheaves protection of golden copper, mixed With reds crimson detailing of perfection's design. The waltz of the timeless begins to play the harmonic music, so the tree Of life it so does sway, in glories joyous dance. Ever lightly stepping on the stage of destiny, this lady grace moves with Her charming silhouette whom keeps in rhymes precision to the tune. Attempting to beguile this mistress of the season, winter wishes her to yield, So she may ware his whitest gown earlier this year. But nay the lady will not be tempted by the icy gown of winter's seductions, For it is she whom decides the changing of the seasons. It glitters in the air, shimmering with like rarest gems of the sky, enticing The maid enchanting the women beneath the browning leaves the are blown Away one by one unto the quickening air swirling around her. So a tarried figure will appear, ravaged threadbare, a Grecian statues goddess, Standing stark naked held captive beneath the winter's lustful spell. Surrendering the beauty yields to the beast, dressed in sorrows brilliant shifts Of ivory, that sparkles and shines beneath the moonlights illumination. Heavy is the burden she must bare, this now ice maiden, waiting until the life Cycle to begin again, then a lighter a gown she'll darn once more. In the night the sweet music takes a harsher tune, yet she dances onwards, Her tears turning to snow fakes white lace, thus before they have even a chance To hit the ground, a damsel of ice and snow waiting to be rescued by the first Kiss of spring. In faith she puts all her trust, to end this season of death, she prays to the almighty, Oh lord it's lasting to long, my inner heart bleeds so with agonies longing, the heavenly Father thus sends her a small sign, a minimal of insignificant size, the ground hog, I'm here, For thee he says standing before her majesty, don't give up hopes loving embrace. Then in a lightening flash of colors array, winters chill is whisked away, melted now Is the heavy garments tethering, and she smiles in the warmth of springs gown of Fragrant flowers, and she the maiden of the seasons, praises the power of God on high, Thank you my father, never again shall I forget your loving grace. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
< red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers harvest ....... happiness the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down braided ~ and ..... despaired yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead fall ~ colours ..... blossom Entry For Linda Marie's Harvest Of Happiness Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest G.L. All
< Once there were two monkeys in a tree Abandoned by their own family A hunting they did go Bananas they did tow For munching while watching the show glee Singing and dancing to happy tune Along came an hugh frigging monsoon Wiping out daily stock Grapes bananas what crock What's next grooming by pack of baboons Entry For John Freemans Limericks Hilarious Contest G.L. All
Less stress More Sex More Partying More Laughing!
A walk in the woods... The sun shines through the tree leaves... My time with You, Lord... Under trees, orange and yellow... With the fresh cool breeze of fall...
If hadn't been for the chill which made me peak outside, I could have missed out on the thrill of seeing a landscape covered in white. Far beyond the virgin, silent forest of firs, oaks, spruces and maples... grotesque pine trees stand at the entrance as snowflakes weave a soft blanket. Unhappy bluebirds find no melodies... as they did in the previous seasons; even flying is very risky, if not boring, as they land on icy logs, and instead of doing many miles, they limit themselves to yards. At high noon, sunlight doesn't bring relief to trees that easily break as their very heavy branches drip from the thick snow which freezes like teardrops, instantly turning them into sharp, glistening icicles... ah, winter's surliness may seem unpleasant staring at an icy lake! It's warm and cozy being protected by four walls of sturdy bricks, sipping hot chocolate and watching those, thick shards of ice suddenly crumple, making the soaked squirrels scram in surprise... o sweet serendipity, should I go to bed and miss out on winter's tricks?
< well isn't that swell lost another cool surfboard ... holy sharks galore beyond horizon the sun bids day well ado ... happy trails to you top of old smokey cumulus congestive skies ... coughing up a storm excursion riding using buoyant enforcement ... to capture the sun yacht and small vessel endlessly floats rippled lake ... feeling abandoned
` `````` ` Arriving regally on a chariot of red mold January spills on dawn that grows bold, petals reeling their flesh to a rabid sky in breaths of passion while she strolls by. She graces the mist in rare velvet cape her gems of crimson scatter from her nape, rolling on warmth's burning and wild mirth A First Fairy, like me, giving earth a new birth Then sprays of carnations rise in russet to glow declaring affection as all stars waltz for a flow. Lo, for her touch is crystal fire, gentle yet tough lusty through night's fold, softening at noon's puff. Yet radiant is her joy like the flowers she wears, as tumble of stillness beams on hushed prayers. And her limbs linger on, then turning her face, she leaves serenely as I feed on her dream's grace © ` ```````` ` Russel Sivey's Contest: The Colors Have It By nette onclaud
< raise your glass toast to thy new year recant memories close and near shed thy tears for beloved that died ring out wild bells to the wild sky new dawn is upon horizon bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned basking in beauty I did cry ring out wild bells to the wild sky winter spring summer and fall's theme natures way of trickery schemes weaving another day to try ring out wild bells to the wild sky ever try an moon and stars dance believe me they put you in trance so raise me once again Lord high ring out wild bells to the wild sky crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings illuminates hearts strings nettings ask not pass singing auld lange sye ring out wild bells to the wild sky Entry For Dr Ram Mehta's Ring Out Wild Bells To The Wild Sky Kyeriell Contest G.L. All
Ring in the New Year, with a joyful song of love. Pray for the New Year, to the awesome God above.
My hand holds your hand and that`s enough. In the green`s intervals, the weather is rough; The blue wind freed its own ghost's chain Following the rhythm of the crystalline rain; With the leaf`s thrill and embrace`s embers Patient ruby hidden in alabaster chambers, Far from the desert of mirrors, standing aloof As vulnerable as the surge`s serenity`s proof; Simple surmise falling down with the mist, Suspension bridge above the yellow East; Looking from the season `s round roof, Solitude seems hit by a rueful cold hoof. Like the violet dawns date with the pale moon, Chapel`s morning joined the emerald afternoon; Air angels with white wings are our mates; Trees beg for heaven to let open the gates; We listen to inner chansons sung by Edith Piaf My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.
< Signs of the time Enriched vibrant colors Painted on minds eye canvass To inscribe it's beauty to another Eventually leaving one in awe Marching in it's parade of showings Begining to end Each and every year Requesting for it's safe return Entry For Carol Brown's Fall Is Around The Corner Contest I Chose September G.L. All
pillar of trumpets are no match in a garden for the hummingbird
< enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom fourty years later someone else now cares for them fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon waiting watching for sun to come up again soon to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father somebody still cared though sick and times unable and answers it's door for which one has come bothered to let bask in roses empowering fable and not to be called as it's one's roses robber French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.
Once came along a groundhog named Phil Looked for shadow in winters chill Even top hat and coat Didn't stop whining's gloat Stuck six more weeks paying heating bill Written by Katherine Stella 2/4/12 Entry For Linda Marie's February Funny Bone Contest G.L. ALL
Each season has a special reminder to us... We see God's love and can only trust. Whether it is winter, spring, summer or fall. I believe spring is the most beautiful of them all. Things come into full bloom... Everything grows until there just isn't any more room. The gardens are being planted. It is one season we do not take for granted. Everything is fresh and alive... It seems as if God is right there by our side. The grass turns green, With each new year there are more flowers to be seen. A vast array of colors has just begun... The flowers are given warmth from the rays of the sun. The rain comes down to water them below. The flowers come up as we all watch them grow. With the fall of the leaves there's a fresh cool breeze... Then comes the winter with a cold, cold freeze. In the summer there is the shade of the trees. But it is spring that I love to see. The four seasons come and go... But for sure this one thing I know. This is His special love to us from above. I find this to be: " God's reason for the four seasons." "Garden"
< Minnesota Wild Like its loon that cascades it's lakes Minnesota Wild Like it's black bear strong and fierce Minnesota Wild Like it's deer and 12 point bucks Minnesota Wild Like it's rivers and winding streams Minnesota Wild Like it's mighty timbers and pines Minnesota Wild Like it's eagle that soars forever free Minnesota Wild Like it's pheasant and wild turkey Minnesota Wild Like it's great northern pike Minnesota Wild My anthem and illuminated theme Entry For John Heck's Encore Contest G.L. All
From far A voice surges That speaks to the heart It wants to reach and be heard Closer. Silence's Necessary To keep away the noises Confusion, the mercenary's Query. Listen And come to know The soul of each season That wishes to speak to our soul Their goal. Open The ears to hear The words that are spoken Parents, Their love revealed in each Season. And see Melt away night Our fears, our tears and sneers With the wine of Their love's pure light God's might. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 11.27.10
Asking questions of a mind Was there love here… If time has passed like this, Is it just a dream? Then and now It's hard to believe How strange it all seems… Is it just a dream? Are all the prayers Soon to slip away Falling like snow Is it just a dream? Seeing by candlelight Darkness in a beating heart Is it just a dream? Buried in love lost Time passed over a bridge with no end Is it just a dream? where love has gone Following a star, or Sleeping in another time Is it just a dream?
< Peter ~ Piper ~ picked ~ pickled .... peppers Ate ~ one ~ turned ~ into ~ hot ~ salsa ... stepper Cherry ~ Banana ~ .... Bell Boy - his - tongue - throat - did ... swell Couldn't ~ even ~ yell ~ at ~ packs ... prepper Entry For Destroyer {Poet's } Pickles & Tickles Contest G.L. All
Winter rides On the weathered Wings of the wind Through a heavy sky Where violet hues are Pinned. Wispy Clouds flow like Angel Hair in graceful curls Winter's frosted embers Adorn the earth like millions Of priceless pearls. A Cleansing renewal transpires From the harshness of winter air Divine growth emerges from a land That is hushed in graceful prayer. Beautiful Wisdom radiates from Inside this wonderland of pristine light As a kaleidoscope of color emanates From this heavenly prism of white. Carole Cookie Arnold 01/02/2010
< amidst swollen moon creatures of the night stalking ..... predator's bounty be ~ witching ~ hour beastly mannerism gone totally but .... wild black cat crosses path another seven years of ........ having such bad luck culdron pot boils hearts ~ gizzards ~ livers ... bat's hair witches stilled brewing
Seasons change Even when love remains It's not the same It's a cycle in constant motion Dying, reborn, and still it's growing And autumn takes it's chill Even when it's dying, ..... it's beautiful still Bare and vulnerable With all it's colors set at its feet It's beautiful As it surrenders in its defeat And it seems weathered and in despair When the color drifts away with the winters air It hangs in the grey, a dark cynic Beaten and broken Then a ray of light beams And hope has spoken It's there the warm comes again And the sun it.... Shines And the broken and the weathered Catches the fire of the horizon It blooms at the finger tip of change At the touch of light Something green, new, and fresh And overdue Naive and full of life Just a leaf of hope in the sunset But soon a field of flowers Once Spring's dew's wept Pleasure and pain That's the season of change That's the change in seasons A change in loves reasons A reason for the change in love.
< Bao - Yu precious jade your angelic font cast mirrored images off stilled pond orchids in woven hair garments of satin and lace you lying in fetal position upon granite's stone tell me heavenly Goddess Why Do You Look So Sad ? Written By Katherine Stella For Rambling Poet's Reflection Contest G.L. ALL Name Of This Poem Is Entitled Bao -Yu
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A woodland path in dappled sun hushed and quiet so kind and full of promise she leads me on through boughs of inspiration where dancing sunlight touch delicate my soul and lofty birds sing in a private sanctuary only for me How grateful I am for the hand of God has gently shown heavenly melody with each gracious stroke drifting in waters pure and free a gift of proverb bring silent understanding I breath each moment in with deep and grateful breath for in this slight moment of life completion I have found ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ First Two Lines Written By : A Rambling Poet ~ Constance La France Contest ~ A Woodland Path Poet ~ Rick Parise June-9-2011
__________________________________________ As spring joyfully arrives brilliant blue skies and vast green fields come to life peering from the rich soil an Easter Lily opens with beauty with large white trumpet shaped flowers and gracious green stems climbing high the music of the lords returned began to blow streaming far and wide a celebration had begun a celebration of eternal life I gaze at the cross in deep loving thought as each miraculous miracle came to light O' Lord God Almighty this day brings gratitude and thanksgiving for you..... staying faithful to the point of death and giving your life, so that each may dwell divine I thank you Lord I thank you peering from the rich soil an Easter Lily sings praise __________________________________________ CONTEST
< symbolic icon abrupts captivating flight honoring fallen amidst lined tombstone's marker at historic Fort Snelling Written By Katherine Stella 8/8/11 Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's Bald Eagle In Cemetery Contest G.L. All
I close my weary eyes Holding onto the hope Of not having to cope Not a mintue longer Without you by my side Not expierencing The warm look in your eyes The tingling rush of your finger tips That would grip my hair tight To stop you from slipping into the night Biting your bottom lip As a pinch to yourself To see if it was real The dream of love we felt And now that you are gone I only wish to die Your image fades from my mind Sometimes I see it clear, The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains I look up and in the distance is where she waits But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do I need God's strength for one more day to get through
Create In Me A Clean Heart... Create in me a clean heart, Oh God, and renew a right spirit within me. May my flesh be crucified... so that YOU... others may see! Please don't remove from me your presence, or Holy Spirit. May I meditate upon your word... and daily live it! Restore unto me the joy of your salvation... As I serve you with a deep love and appreciation! I will teach sinners, of your wondrous ways. So that they my serve you all of their days! I will shout aloud of your righteousness and proclaim That you have delivered me from all guilt and shame. As my lips are open... I will sing glory & praise to YOU! May you be exalted in all that I say and do. My sacrifice to you are a spirit and heart that's broken. God will not reject me... this he has spoken! May I bring sacrifice and obedience as I come to your altar. You are my solid rock... like the "Rock of Gibraltar!" Thank you for cleansing and making me whole. You brought healing... and restored my soul! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 51:10-17
< Horses and snowflakes Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate Open carriage rides Falling flakes in the eyes City strewn lights Hoof's echoing through out the night Fleece blankets Cider drank it Horns blare People's stare New York's Central Park An home for many after dark Four miles of bridal paths Drawn coaches to bring you back So horses and snowflakes Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate Written By Katherine Stella My Theme Was Both Horses And Snowflakes This Is An Entry For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest G.L. All
Chase not what was autumn time, Its vibrant colors that had once adorned. Now fades away as the winter mourns. But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine. Across valley deep over moors and hill, The Norse wind on his steed doth roar. Through nook and cranny and frame of door, With breath of ice like steel. Ice maid for you enchant us so, As you lay your cloak of winter down. Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns, Vestige remnants of the year now go. © N Windle 2009
In the Silence of the morn my picture window does a splendid scene adorn. Reflections of red, yellow, and gold the suns jewel like glory does unfold. Admiring rays shine toward the west with accepting gratitude the trees do not protest. Rolling hills grab the early light, which allows fall's magnificence to rise and take flight. Feeling rich, as the richest King this wondrous display catapults my heart to sing. Richard J. Long, October 2009
aerial viewing outstretched crows flying frenzy harvest festival
< halloween haunting's black shoe polish foundation ruby red lipstick pillow stuffed under big dress red white bandana for hair spatula in hand eggbeater in dress pocket pillowcase for loot daddy's boots causing blisters aunt jemima memories Entry For Paula Sweanson's Halloween Of Tears Past GL AL Tribute To Childhood Memories
< Symbolic icon's flight abrupts Arrow finds it's target's marking blood curling like an volcano's erupt world leader speaks vocal barking Majestic crowns within a reach symbolic icon's flight abrupts For there are still own young to teach under feathered wings that are cupped Flightless viewing ones been corrupt captured essance of feathered friend Symbolic icon's flight abrupts tears traces remain in the end Those who reach new found milestones keep soaring way on up and up for now I stay chilled to the bone symbolic icon's flight abrupts Tribute To The Bald Eagle Also Entry For DR. Ram's Quatern Contest G.L. All
< Now hold on there Tex ! Let me get dressed ! Let me saddle up my horse To trollop around this Halloween course Got on my chaps My spurs and cowboy hat Replica's of forty five's Riding on my hips very high With lasso in my hand This little cowboy has a plan So all you ghost and goblins It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing And I'll be taking loot for mummy And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy Happy Halloween To All Especially little tikes who are so cute and small Entry For Skat's Halloween Costume Contest G.L. All
I wake up one March morning to a world of wintry white As winters tight grip and springs promise behold my site. Green buds poking through white on flora that will be purple, red and white to present a sweet aromatic smell like the snowflakes that spiraled in rhythm to nature's chiming bell.
< eye of the tiger mystical yet beautiful ... even through monsoon's Written By Katherine Stella 10/30/11 Season Chosen Monsoon Entry For Charles Henderson's Very Strict Haiku G.L. All
< wolf tongue speaks at night search for prey has come to end ... howling escalates Written by Katherine Stella 11/16/11 Entry For Deb Guzzi's Animal Haiku I Chose The Wolf My Home State Is Minnesota Wolf Pop Estimate 3020 Per D.N.R. Yikes G.L. All
< let's get ready for some football ..... Ya ! Eagles verses da ..... Bears Well ... then Hey ! Here's kickoff ~ by da ....... Bears Ohhhhhhhh ! fell off .... T ..... Unfair Second ..... blocked ..... Eagles 7 - Nay ! Entry For Linda Marie's Let's Limerick Contest G.L. All Tribute To Football
< network's challenge I did take whipped up an great cake dripping caramel on plate waiting for big slice smelling apple spice add whip cream Y U M ! Entry For Barbara Gorelick's Harvest Foods Epulaeryu G.L. All
The poem is to be written by itself: Like life looking for the trembling instant of luminescent lucidity; Like lovable faces and the old lullaby ... Like logarithms in a looking-glass of the same fable. Like the old loom bringing us common recollections; This February like a loop-hole in the winter`s wall Is ready to give us the space where you paint the other seasons. Facetious,facile fag running in the fair falters an old truth About this famine of poetry whose fan you and me still are. Fastidious February in a fashionable far-fetched fatigue Ready to find fault with somebody else... Feline February near the fence looks at the fireplace Where feelings of glass become our every day fix. February,flabbergast us with your flag in the flavor of hope.
Tonight, the full moon blooms And foils the looming gloom. The remnant doom from noon Has lost it's bullish tune. And embraces dusk's eerie cool. The village square it illuminates Arena of moonlight tales of late The little ones gather and wait While the elderly engage in debates And the goats noisily ruminates The bright night, lights sparks Of bliss and joy in trees' barks The tall iroko whistle in parks Where young lovers end their tracks And skimpy skirts lose their tacks The son of perdition frets unsure The thief in the night fears exposure The pirate sailor steers from ashore The night fisherman denied action For the kind light bathes the ocean Tonight, the full moon beams proud As the town crier makes his round Belting forth a piercing sound. While the town's chorus echoes loud The stage is set for the yearning crowd
< Yellow Belly ! Bees, Bees, the dancing machines Polinatators that bite me Gift biogenic amines How you make me swell Yellow belly tarnations Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek Cursing swating and shooing To sting destroyer * Story: A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol Written by Katherine Stella 4/8/12 Entry for Linda Marie's Bite Me Contest G.L. All I Bite Destroyer-Poet LOL
Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain Valley and creeks and eagles that soar Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain Relish with me if you will if you must if you can Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain There is a new day a new beginning and a new you Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain
Deep in the woods I hear an angel's lyrical call. Tranquil and serene, a majestic summer waterfall. Where the oaks and wildflowers shade the creek, reflections fall to earth from rays of destiny, refreshing my soul and setting my spirit free. I smell the aroma of rain mixed with the paradise breeze. Tranquil and serene, a natural wonder and rainbow of peace. A cascading sparkling jewel, above a wave rippling whirlpool. Upon the wind rides the angel's lyrical call. Tranquil and serene, a majestic summer waterfall.
< I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day dont let an overpowering object just get away Written By Katherine Stella 6/26/11 Entry For A Rambling Poet's Writing In The Sublime
< Heart skips beat From boy I meet Palms did sweat Forehead wet Caught me under tree Lips were placed on thee Tomboy no more Dresses galore Him 12 and me just 11 Match made from Heaven Something went wrong With our love song Denny O'Neil Did like to squeal Just Hate It When They Kiss And Tell LMAO Story is this was my first love intrest When we moved into our new house instead of me wanting to beat him up we instead played football and other sports along with his other 4 brothers I always had to be the quarterback tho because I had the strongest throwing arm of the block
It was a majestic sunrise as a honeyed circle rose behind tall silhouette trees emanating wonder and peace an apple sun with a bite bitten the garden of Eden flashed my mind as a partial eclipse of the sun glowed a very special good morning watching the moon circle the sun
In forest you'll hear squak squak squak May capture bears play Or foxes cock-eyed walk walk walk Down by waters bay High in trees you'll hear owls owls owls Just more feathered friends But I love water fowls fowls fowls So let's not this end Miss Hood cried big bad wolf wolf wolf I just stared and laughed Seeing deer prints from hoofs hoofs hoofs Think she's needs skunks bath As many stanzas as you like.The last 3 words of each 8 syllable line are the same, to create the echo. These can be 1 or 2 syllable words, so long as the line is 8 syllables long. Syllable Count......184.108.40.206. etc. Rhyming Sequence.......a.b.a.b. c.d.c.d. e.f.e.f. etc.
Opening the doors to the old studio I find A playful capriole sprinted across my mind Into a sashay and a glissade I drifted back I could hear the teachers stick go tap.tap.tap Once a prestigious ballet school of great poise Filled with music as our slippers sounded with noise The mirrors are cracked and the floors dusty Rain soaked wood left the room smelling musty The charm stayed behind as if waiting for me Spotlighting a ballerina to The goddess of the sea The young girl danced flawlessly then took a bow Then sashayed off the stage without a moistened brow An old battered piano appeared across from me Bearing red ballet shoes like a crimson canopy Charm embraced her while honoring her memory As I looked into the mirror I saw that girl was me Carole Cookie Arnold 2010
< Better grab out the coco-butter Even those designer shades All hearts will begin to flutter Cause were off to the glades Hear me right for I did not stutter Best hurry up before the sun fades Look for keys later father did utter All aboard now we got it made Nothing like ocean's viewing I rather smother Knowing once again to return upon it's raid Each and every year oh my brother Think I will even bring the poor old maid Because she's like no other In her class she passes the grade Now get your head out of the gutters Grow up cause noone is getting laid Oh my goodness good crothers Written by Katherine Stella Entry For Linda Marie's Beach Blanket Bingo Acrostic Contest G.L. All
< Well Lets See If This ~ Will Work Out For All Wonderful W Dads Here At Soup E F I H N I W A E S I P C H S P I I H You All A Y N N F H A G A E P T R O H E L E I E T O CATCH R S F S S D A Y So I S H E M O
These subtle days in solitude pass as each season greets a new dream with wind bending through meandering grass an impulse charge of life redeem With arms raised upward to healing light in each breath I feel as one a gift of completion sings eternal flight with scattered stones, rich soil and pulsing sun I once again return to the spirit within made of fragmented pieces of endless breath where flesh is left behind and spirit love mend a flight soaring freedom without pain nor death In awe I rest beneath the weeping willow tree O' how my spirit longs for thee...
Upon the flushing milieu of twilight, Vague shadows of the ranch hands brook. A proud slow march on hackneyed legs, In the slow emergence of autumn's dusk. Today's sullied labor grimes the worn denim chaps, In the dawn to dusk harvest of the seasons haying. An aching exhaustion on sweat muddied faces, The price and the pride of the old rancher's toils. Barns piled high from the summers green fields, The homestead prepares for the silver of winter. Lost in the muted glow of sunset's backdrop, The prairie echoes thanks with a soft cowboy song.
Pleasing Morning spring air Blowing kisses, soft blush Upon my cheeks, brings natural Make up. Seizing My frame to wake My heart in the upbeat With the prospect of a new day To meet. Teasing Senses to feel The hopes of dreams, reborn With the new morn, chasing spirits Forlorn. Easing The mind open To new horizons With the fragrance of the new spring Risen. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 03.22.11
____________________ _______________ ___________ ______ __ barren rock cliffs edge skyward to an ocean of endless blue gazing across the calm lake my heart engulfed with possibilities anew colors of brass trumpets and almond drops adorn a scape of lavish green where yellow purity is born within a single moment my spirit cry rejoice cleansed in Gods grace I am once again reborn __ A John Freeman Contest
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.
Christmas angels glow, brighter than the whitest snow. Hair, long locks of gold.
Close your eyes and dream with me the way things are suppose to be the Love inside will set us free. Close your eyes and dream with me the way things are suppose to be the burdens we carry lets share today Lets do things in our Lords way. Close your eyes and dream with me lets walk in the way He made us to be. Close your eyes and hear His voice things are crazy in this world of pain close your eyes and let Him lead also help me see His truth in me. My life bounces back and forth close your eyes and dream with me on how things are suppose to be. Help us Lord to live free in your way,please reveal Your heart to me. Close your eyes and dream with me Take my hand and walk with me to the ends of the earth show our true worth His love in us, this is the way its suppose to be. Close your eyes and dream with me. Written by:©Betty Bolden
dripping rain...... the silence between each drop
< Fluff of billowy clouds Looking like they have Angelic faces Utterly smiling down on Mother Earth Forecasting peace for all mankind Foresakes for all sinners Entry For Carol Browns Fluff Contest G.L. All
Pleasure is. So sweet the seasons sounds, That makes for those summer days. Skies make for a back drop of hues of blue, Sweet mowing grass now sheared as hay. Upon my face the beads of perspiration, As I wipe my fevered brow. The days now long as I swing forth the scythe, High above the sun beats down. A shout breaks my concentration, For it is Mary who is my love. Under a large oak tree she shelters, Truly a pure vision from above. For with her a wicker basket, Its contents now lay out before. She beckons me come forward, Asl my senses cry out for more. In her tender arms my head gently lies, Beneath a canopy of green. Dappled sun light highlights her flowing hair, For the world id trade, for these moments gleaned. ©N . Windle. 2009
< encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues snaphots taken afar this is all I could do catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~ thunder pheasants fly off in frenzy braided and despaired yet forges right on ahead they live see another day night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl bidding feathered friends well ado's A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English } Tanka & Crystalline For Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest Written by Katherine Stella 5/8/2011
Barren branches show Invisible camouflage Leafless season seen .
< amidst grass carpet he plays long ears bushy tail white paws nibbles bulbs munches away poor little thing had some flaws hides hair braided and despaired didn't stop this little guy thought to self this wasn't fair bowed head and started to cry nectar is what he had sought on this hopeful days journey not to be trapped or be caught or carted off on gurney Mister Nibbles came to play In garden's bedding today
< Aerial excursion ride Using buoyant enforcment to go way up high To capture natures dance with an naked eye Understanding winters brushstroke is so close by Making it difficult to chose one that makes me sigh Naughty or nice I'll just give thanks to Heavens Big Guy Written By Katherine Stella 9/2/2012 Entry For Francine Roberts Autumn Acrostic Contest G.L. All
< Goodnight moon Only God knows if I'll see you soon As I stand under this canopy of stars It looks as if you're riddled with scars From your illuminating harvest glows To those frosted faces from a winters toll You even play your peek a boo With clouds that shuffle by you Don't you know I love you so So please stay and don't you let go You're my guiding light My shining armor through-out the night The crickets are even playing our love song So let's dance all night long For I know the sun will be rising soon And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune Well goodnight moon You've slipped away all to soon It's been fun Dam ! now here comes the sun Entry For Deb Guzzi's Harvest Moon Contest G.L. All
Beauty Calls Soaring on the melody of a meadow lark Bathing in a whippoorwills love sonnet Slumbering to the soothing coo of doves Under my nightlight made from the stars Cool is the night, safe is my bed In the hands of the old oak, I rest All of the night sleeps in silence A voice in itself that is loud Dawn will lift her countenance A peek, a look then a smile Warming our day with a new hope And a dewy kiss of revival Ribbons of color inhabit our vision Saplings begin to stretch in growth Caretakers rise early to till and water Blooms bare their full faces toward the sun Sadly too many miss this miracle Caught up in life's daily grind Take but a moment, watch a day birth Know that it breaks anew just for you Carole Cookie Arnold 02/10/2011
< falls bright foliage reflects own mirrored images off motionless lake clusters of billowing white filter from chimmeny's home stacks red gold brown and green illuminating snapshots etched in minds own eye transferred to painting canvass under moon's and stars dance theme the winds of gallows taunt not the sleeping forest with your shivery hush hush this one silent night don't wake the sleeping giant Entry For Amy Green's Enchantment Of Fall's Tanka A Moment G.L. All
Two of four seasons to me are all the rage Winter and fall turn the season's page From multiple colors To pristine white snow The end of the year Brings holidays flow For family's gathered to share bountiful feast To the inviting glow Of a warm Christmas wreath This is a time that I love the most With family, love and kinship I share this toast… Happy Holiday! Eric (and sometimes not)
As sun peeks from scattering clouds, nature follows suit as all gets bright. And with plants reaching up to golden halos, animals appear and bask in its silky delight. Such is her smile after a cloudy and misty day, refreshing and eternal as sol's awakening.
Death, Hell and the Grave Defeated "I will ransom them from the power of the grave ; I will redeem them from death. Where, O death, are your plagues? Where, O grave, is your destruction?" Hos 13:14 NIV Death, hell and the grave Were defeated at the cross, Although Christ's life appeared a failure; No possible gain just loss. This is where death lost its victory; Resurrection made possible. Just as Christ was resurrected; Called forth by God's heavenly angel. Christ raised not a hand to resist The evil powers at his side. Without His total surrender, Death's grave would forever reside. The cross was perceived as failure, But it was victory instead. For that was the world's perception Of our Savior's bloodshed. Death, hell and the grave Have been defeated for some time. Although death persists, The righteous find their Spring time. Christ will soon come To call them from their graves; Take them home to heaven; Where sin no more enslaves. Poem featured in Maureen's book entitled, Easter Poems Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2009-2012 www.maureenlefanue.com
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.
I've had so many seasons, and seeds I've had to sow, winter seasons of dryness, where nothing seems to grow, rainy seasons of sadness, where tears just flow and flow, sunny seasons of joy, where love begins to show. Throughout the seasons of my life, Jesus held my hand, and brought me through each one of them, and taught me how to stand.
< Artist Brushstroke Creating Decembers Elite Frost God Handed Imagery Justication Keeping Longevity Making Novelist Opt Painting Quest Really Strong Taking Utmost Vigrous Wealthy Xanthochroi Yearning Zest Entry For Yasmin Khan's Snow ABC Contest G.L. All
< wind howling treed forest echoes linger songs dance one two three and four to me it's plain square Written By Katherine Stella 9/5/11 Entry For Nette Onclaud's Turn On The Lanterne G.L. All
I'll be there watching when you awake, this silent morning on Christmas day. The children plaing in the snow, I'll be there too, I hope you know. The snow drops falling, that is me. I'm the one that kissed your cheek. I'll see your tears silently fall, though you will not see me at all. The childrens laughter fills the air. I hear it all, I am there. The garland and lights that trim the tree, the bright star on top, that is me. I hear the distant church bells ring. I hear the angels sweetly sing. I see your sadness and dispair. I feel your heart and I am there. Now dry your tears and wipe your eyes. You will keep my spirit alive. Remember when we use to be, and cherish then the memory. I see the children full of joy, and watch them playing with their toys. The house is full, people everywhere, and in the corner an empty chair. I am there. Then everyone has taken their place, and gathered around the table for grace. Look outside through the falling snow, I'm the one with the halo. I am there.
Poet ~ Rick Parise _______________ Woes falling mirth within peaceful drowning a place I search for time and time again If only to pry each word from my mind a poetic masterpiece in grace shine ________________ Contest ~ "Where Your Poetry Comes From"
The trees were bare Barren of their leaves Droplets like tears Hung from their arms Blackened, their bark. At their feet, snow Soft, fresh white shimmer A winter picture There a wrapped figure Walks slowly in the snow. My door, he came to knock Had spotted him go Through the window As in a dream My heart felt no fear. Though he looked weary Had grown a beard His eyes shone bright Their crowfeet lines Laughter filled, loving life. Brought him by the fire To shake the freeze Off his hands and feet A meal to warm his heart His smile, my reward. Told me many stories Of his many travels A key yet to unravel Spoke to him of my dream And we became a team. Outside, no longer shunned The sun melted all the snow Revealing the green meadows Snow bells began to bloom Ringing in the Spring season. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 07.17.10
Gosh! What an elegant treat? Knocked me off my feet Eggnog on my lips so sweet Tasty and luscious Smooth – O' so precious So delish— Hush! © Joseph, 12/2/07 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~ Place among 273 Semi-Finalist Total of 1034 Entries Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest March 6, 2008 ~~~~~~~ Best Epulaeryu Honorable Mention Cristmas Time Is Here - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Heck December 24, 2007 ~~~~~~~
I learned to appreciate the quality time of a bad situation We should have left the earth the way God created it Recoloring the world, why shelter from it? Like the junk artist beauty is what you make it.
~~ I wandered on through gated stone through lavish beauty where wild flowers roam A place of rest where beauty cries and angelic hymns flutter pastel skies Along the path of purest rose where sunbeams dance and poetic thoughts roam I rest for a mere moment to marvel at grace in a place of angelic flight where eternity lay.....
The air is sweet, the sky is clear I know for sure that summer's near Pass my sandals and shades my dear I've joy in my heart and nothing to fear Winter was dark and long and cold Not even the sun could break its cruel mould It rained so hard I'm glad my house could hold But when winter ended, my heart turned to gold I'm searching a good spot, my place in the sun I'm yearning for laughter, compassion and fun To stretch my long legs, see how far I can run To find my soul mate - and say "You're the One" Well I've found a good spot, I'm searching no more I'm laughing and running until I'm sore My heart has mended, its really not raw Now I can say "This is what I've been looking for!"
Oh, the deep valley of the heart Holding the secrets of the past The longing in the present The hope in the future uncharted. Layers of mud and rock slides Over seasons long past Have buried many tears and treasures Throughout the history of its life. But they have made the valley Even richer and more beautiful The river running across its spread Continues to feed it abundantly. As the sun glides over the valley The river sparkles in excitement Birds chirp and butterflies flutter For spring has arrived finally. The orange poppies happily wave In the gentle breeze sweeping tall grass Lilacs upon trees their scent so sweet White lilies bowing their heads in grace. The slopes dressed in evergreens Allowing some rest from the sun's rays Offering shadows changing in shape As the days move to their eve. No one knew or could notice All the turmoil underneath That had accumulated over years Through all seasons and their caprices. At last peaceful is the valley For you have come to me Tears of joy I cry for this gift So long awaited and I am free. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 2007
< feet in the Sand stars dance Planned so take Hand my love dock of the Bay where we Lay catch moon Rays nice hues here comes the Sun new days Fun I'm not Done with you Written by Katherine Stella 4/11/2012 Entry For Nette Onclaud's Than Bauk A Twilight Contest G.L. All
< covered chocolate bursting ...... cherry implosions over pallets tongue a bit of sunshine waiting for the right peeler .... orange ya glad its you
< beneath swollen moon silhouttes conjoinment dance hooting escalates Entry For Sensuous Senryus
< rustic overtures reflects mirrored images .... off motionless water
< just like football i am like the queen now hand over remote or i'll scream black and blue division on my television Kicking Jay Cutlers butt I do dream Entry For Kristen Bruni's Football Contest G.L. All
Seven hours, comes new year Hope joy fills the heart not a tear Hug and kiss someone dear Don't care, also do not fear Build new dreams and ambitions Life from the start is a mission Love, trust intact, sure no confusion Let it go in full exhibition Laugh louder.. Dream bigger.. Strive harder.. Humble forever.. Every year added to life Reminds the sharp age's knife Anyhow, do forget this fallacy strife Believe, keep a firm faith in vive... by: olive_eloi 5:17pm 12/31/2013 --------------»»»»»»»
< once there was a redhead gal name lucy now skit comes to mind is real juicy job switching with the men conveyer belt takes a spin chocolate oh how did she loosey Entry For Shani Fassbender's Favorite Television Show / Episode Remembered I Chose I Love Lucy Written By Katherine Stella 7/1/11
< earth ~ third planet from sun liquid and iron ~ cores continents ~ islands ~ pun arctic icing ~ drips pores wind ~ natures own fury flow gasses ~ bulk movements storm ~ hurricane ~ jury place in pocketbook ~ dent fire ~ oxidation combustion ~ releasing heat ~ light ~ good ~ tar nations pollution ~ choking ~ thing water ~ called H2O oxygen ~ hydrogen evaporation ~ goes will exceed supply ~ when ? earth ~ wind ~ fire ~ water Nature's elements ~ sure Entry For Barbara Gorelick's The Four Elements Contest G.L. All
The thought came to her seeing how the spring Thaw was here with green patches of onion, And few areas of spring grasses__now green That the garden would need tending~ attention And send her forth (into the sun) to plant Vegetables, herbs, tend flowers of the hour Roses, beauties, burgundy, soft brillant Petals gentle between fingers, power Scent that allures both man, woman to come Enjoy this day in this pleasant garden That draws butterflies, which lightly touch some Drinks nectar, touches pollen, beholden Spring with its beauty, warmth, outdoor pleasures Can disregard work when one sees treasures. Contest:Poet Destroyer Sponsor:What's In Your Garden? Old Or New Meter: Iambic Pentameter Written by: Sara Kendrick
She hugs Him tight on this frigid night, Vedi Dolorosa Mater.( Latin meaning: I saw the most sorrowful mother.) Some shepherds shout as the sky about becomes angels to honor His Father. CHORUS: Sweet,sweet are his cheeks so meek in whom rags enfold and soon kings bring gold. Sweet bliss reigns as His Father deigns for the One we proclaim through the ages. The oxen snort as the world cavorts they ignore all the hope He is bringing. Yet even now, as the mule and cow raise their eyes to the angels still singing. CHORUS: Kneel, kneel to this King and sing of His precious love sent from God above. The world will know in the swirling snow of the One we proclaim through the ages.
He unwittingly hovers ...blankets of subjective weather Plastering his artic tundra Bandaging white clouds together Blindly... ...withholding ill trepedation Refocused on our tantalization Frosting earth's core .... with an icy show Monstrously protecting grounds below~ Alerting those... ...napping numb spirits With his icy mantra of sickles and cold Old Man Winter's snowflakes unfold Frost bitten chills triumphantly bold A frothy iced message ...with wisdom to acquire ...conjuring those with a hidden desire Here he laughs ...taunting from within Old Man Winter is relieved again~ As our spent energies are woken He does not speak... ...but has already spoken His gift...a dormant spectacle found As winter coats ....our frosted ground More time now .....with winter so cold Kept indoors ....to ponder wonders untold~
< iron propeller sitting entrance to driveway slowly turning blades like the hands of time on clock longing for extra seconds Hummingbirds buzzing red gold blue and green headed just waiting for turns to capture it's own bountys succulant sugar water Written By Katherine Stella 9/13/2011 Entry For Francine Roberts The View-A Tanka Contest G.L. All
Long-lived and rusted the flint lock pistol clutched in suspense...... death had come to call...... with a longing in her heart....... she stood guard fighting her transformation, silent fog rolled beneath a picturesque cliff...... waiting in silence her spirit cried for confirmation, a longing for a peaceful flight enthralled her desperate heart........ in the distance swirling clouds parted at once, a voice in harmonic rhythm sang out "freedom to fly free my dear raven" "freedom to fly free my dear raven"............ and in that instant her spirit rose in a peaceful calm...... destiny had been received, a glorious revelation revealed engulfed in love her spirit rejoice...... Hallelujah...... Hallelujah...... Palet......Palet......Palet............... Her spirit soar...... ________________________ Hebrew translation for "Palet" is "Deliverer" ________________________ A Rambling Poet Contest~Among The Dead Poet~Rick Parise
at the mouth of cave aqua insurgent brushstrokes cry me a river
granite archway view planetary shuffling dancing with the stars
_______________________ The pain preceding a simple joy receiving my little pink love, you arrived in a downpour of glorious emotion.......... _______________________ Contest ~ "Pink Joy"
In the center I sit. Unraveling a core, I lay it by the shore. It's a wondrous fit. It is in pieces by a bit. It sails an ocean floor. It has a rip where tore. It makes the seas split. It travels day and night. A never-ending drift, It is brilliantly bright. Moving along so swift! It travels a path lit by a Star, Rendering miles that are afar! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Today I saw a tree trunk, Growing through a fence. Metal bars pierced, as it grew, It almost didn't make sense. Sap oozed out its flesh, Where the spike had bored. Victim of its own success, As if it had fell upon its sword. I wondered if the tree was wise, That growing meant having to agonize. The tree didn't seem to mind though, As it stretched toward the rainbow..
__________________ You are my destiny among the lilies purest of soft beds silken love and fragrant breath immersed Rise my simple grace for flight is now ours cold winter has drifted eastward and the rain has scattered afar Our story of harmony and song in orchestrated purity play for your voice of beauty cry in velvet promise delicately brushing the day... _______________________________
Nip in the air speaks loudly Seek a warmer place in the sun Sun slowly speaks with a southern drawl Her lavender dress creeping behind Trailing a beautiful skirt on morn's horizon Max, Maximilian Sunflower almost outsparkles the early sun The sun that slowly glows orange through the Leland Cyrpress and woodsy trees Whitey waits huddled against the corner post cold needing Sun to hurry along so she can climb onto the roof enjoying the radiant heat Nip wants to send me away so that warmth will penetrate aching bones Desiring to visit with the weak crowing rooster's song for just a moment longer Those moments that are swiftly passing now as the sun's radiant golden light comes higher with sun loosing her gown of lavender Becoming naked before the earth for their joining of spirits to reciprocate love for each other Thanks to God for the day and for the life and beauty to enjoy once more!
Oh Great Woman of all Nature Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth Your beauty has kissed my lips with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies The golden, moon bathed Sands that are gently caressed by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above to delicately soothe and blend with tears that flow from the broken hearted Your moist, emerald green hills filled with enchanting, lovely flowers of every elegant shade and hue I have beheld the splendid beauty… of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs of iridescent greens and golds that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor of your enchanting, golden harvest moon as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image so deep within my mind All your violet-blue endless horizons Your smoky, gray mountains so grand in the rose blue cool light of dawn Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew I pay Ode' to you Great Mother Nature for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin that hangs brilliant and dazzling... in your glorious skies of cerulean blue
Our God Reigns… Our God reigns in the heaven's above! Behold the mighty works of his power and love! Our God reigns in the mountains on high! His power reaches down to the deserts so dry! Our God reigns on his heavenly throne! He wants to be the Lord of our hearts and homes! Our God reigns over the majestic seas! His creation is magnificent! This you can see! Our God reigns over governments here on earth. He gave his son, so we can have a "new birth." Our God is mighty! Everyone shall kneel before him! He longs for us to worship and adore him! Our God has made a mansion for you in heaven. He wants to be your God! Won't you let him? Our God stands knocking at your heart's door. Won't you let him in? What are you waiting for? By Jim Pemberton
Christmas is the only holiday we often don't call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It's the only holiday that we often call "a holiday." It's true meaning, is often, taken away! It's more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It's time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It's more than going shopping at the malls… More than, "Jingle Bells," or "Deck the Halls!" It's more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you're willing "to die for!" It's more than buying the "newest in entertainment." Or receiving a gift that may "cause an embarrassment." Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let's all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let's think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that's needed! Won't you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what's important! And shouldn't be left out! He's what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let's be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton
< tropical ~ retreat mai ~ tai .... pina ~ colada swaying ~ on......... hammock Entry For The Sweatheart Of Poetry's Tropical Treasures Contest GL All
bird bath splish splash
safari escape zebra giraffe scurring - in natures garden
abandoned house yellow branches graceful arch a forsythia blooms
"Four Angels In A field Of Green" ________________________ deep carmine pink lips her flowing sun dress, fuschia a spring flower blooms... ________________________ lite pastel blue print with a splash of daffodil innocence dances... ________________________ amber champagne flesh her raspberry sun dress flows bitter sweet her love... ________________________ dark scarlet draped grace a midriff of native brown I mingle in thought... ________________________ Senryu String Poet~Rick Parise Contest~ "The Sundress"
There's nothing like the smell of fresh air So come join me on this expedition there High above the canyon ridges Of Colorado's mountain's and bridges Pikes Peak Cheyenne to name a few But let me tell you oh what the view For there are fresh water streams Cascading down the slopes of green Then there are countless winding and twisting roads Slowing down the engines cargo load Top of Cheyenne's peak You can almost hear God speak Voices in the wind Not to hear it would be such a sin And if your lucky enough even capture an eagle in flight Encirciling Pikes Peak now wouldn't that be a sight So for your next viva vacation Remember the mountains of Colorado who also holds great sensations
clouds abotomy cut with a sheer percission play misty for me
summer bliss fades blistering heat swept away the crisp wind unfolds
The passion that comes When greeted by a storm Is nothing I can explain The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning Sends a frenzy of shivers through my body Making my every nerve numb As the light flickers And the thunder claps I can feel my heart beat faster The rain on the roof Like a drum Sends my body in a rhythmic dance The wind is my partner As I float around Above the ground Leaving my worries behind
sparkled waterfalls.... sharp angles, silver and blue.. clear liquid diamonds..
spring ahead fall back tick...tock....tick...tock ... just ticking ... waiting for Winter Gotta Just Love That White Stuff LOL Winter Is My Chose For Season Senryu
Pretty me in colored twinkles dancing in the swaying trees. Tickle you in snowflake crystals winking in the midnight freeze. Wish me tight in gift wrapped happies hidden close behind your grins. Bring heaven in the front door singing and let the joy begin! ; ) x Happy Holidays, Soup Poets! Love you, xo j
In thirty Seconds You can watch a bird fly the blue Teach a child to walk a few You can make 'n angel in the snow One flick of a switch A Christmas tree comes to life Such beauty to share 'n see A reminder for you and me In thirty seconds Night 'n day dance don't loose your chance From left to right life insight In the blink of an eye life goes bye So much to do and see In thirty Seconds You can see A sun shower with a rainbow tower You can see A shooting star quick make a wish You can feel That cool breeze on a summer night You can feel That special time of year Could it be de ja vu Or spring playing peek a boo In thirty seconds A young man with rod 'n reel in hand Into the water, hook line 'n sinker One little dip up with a flip
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION JS Lambert
I thank your dearly god for all the days You've shown us beauty in so many ways The crimson sun against the smoky sky The speckles of villages from mountains high When everything is covered with a film of dust Painting your trees 'n shrubs with a film of rust September's trees in warm attire all flush As they cover their bareness in quite a rush The fires that creep over the hills at night A pretty red rope is all that's in sight So much awe in the wake of destruction As all your creatures struggle to function Under October's sun bearing down Upon the ground completely brown The rivers trickle to an absolute nil As all the land becomes deathly still Upon the flats as the heat's haze lingers there Survival a must we can hardly bear But the trees remind us it again soon will rain As in faith their green leaves refutably remain As the darkened clouds upon the horizon meet The hope in the air drifting past is sickly sweet The parched earth eagerly waits to greet The large drops of manna falling at its feet And we all breath a large sigh of relief As with the waters gift, gone is the grief Thank you god for all we go through When we can't really see what's true Time in its circle such a complex thing We know healing u always will bring So much beauty does abound That faith can always be found.
Let's travel to the edge of the earth With sunshine in our veins Let's see how much this life is worth As we leave out all our pains We'll go for miles, and we won't stop The sun will soon attack Our lives we'll trade, our hearts we'll swap We're never coming back A whole new start, a second chance Floats softly into June We'll wade our time in cheap romance As we howl at a transient moon An ice cold flood of independence Forms our own wicked sense of style Our world needs more transcendence This world just needs to smile The ringing in our ears is no longer just a sound The image of freedom is no longer just a dream Because this limitless world is just a playground Or so it may seem
Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm
A new season begun, a new life, a new birth, engraving our story here upon earth. The pages turn slowly. Each day will pass. Life is measured by the hourglass. The sands of time pass graciously. The book is written of mystery. Echoes of silence, the pages are blank. For the hourglass of life holds no rank. Let today be today. Look not to tomorrow. For life will fade on the pages of sorrow. Read the story, you must go on. Turn the pages of a new dawn. To every beginning there is an end. Your spirit will soar high in the wind. Hurry before time runs out. For life surely fades without a doubt. The clock counts down each grain of sand. Turn the page and understand. Reflections of love and holding hands. This page though so innocent, a beautiful child of heaven scent, happiness in a life well spent. Turn the page again once more, to find the key to all closed doors. This page tells of mom and me, the many cherished memories, undying love for family. Turn the page, see all my friends, from around the world and all nations. This page tells of sacred marriage, to have, to hold, and also cherish. This page tells of many great storms, the sea of tears, and the thunder roars. This page holds the photographs, of many dreams that once was had. Though some memories of life you can't recall. The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall. The last page to turn, so there's a stall. The last grain of sand that slowly falls. Now for a moment don't you cry, the hourglass of life told us no lie. For all is born and then must die. God grant me the time to say goodbye.
inky black night stars brightly sparkling earths giant shadow moon slowly fading dark shadow spreading a total lunar eclipse a rare winter solstice not to be missed finally total coverage only one light to see a bright orange penumbra meant for only me
...a darling dear of time is when the tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, the peak of a mountain top experiencing, ...alive, the soul O' darling dear a love letter, a rhythm, a liberty, just one of those things that inspires, of the everlasting.
< International waters laying down a little folk thus if you could read my mind what love we can sell Entry For Francine Robert's Write Me A Lightfoot Poem I Chose If You Could Read My Mind G.L. All
FIRST SUNBEAM Ray of clear sun shows Across the heaps of snows The whiteness's rival, Announcing the soon arrival Of a host of its fellows - Welcome yellows, Not yet melting - Calling distantly to spring. A simple beam of light Warning the winter's white: Our time is now, brother - You must move over for another ……………………………………………………………… Note: Canadian winters can be long and severe, and the first hint of an ending is when the sun breaks through, even though it is still freezing weather. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . Entered in Poet ~ Destroyer's Contest "Any Poem in which did not place in a contest. (second chance contest)"
Flowery fragrance Blossoming from a sweet rose Uplifting the soul
On storm-ripped nights when seaboards crack And wings of angels rendered black Are clouds that seethe and boil on high, The canvas of some desolate sky. On empty days like shredded rags Trailed down from mountain peaks and crags To flap across the barren floors Uneven plains and lakeland shores. On trails of tears to God knows where, When weary eyes flood with despair, The turgid creep of asphalt stress, Grey flannels tied to emptiness. In this vast cathedral sanctuary, With faith and love, democracy, Within, without, beloved view, This island home stands firm and true.
_________________________ she always sings love each morning as the spring sun warms her gracious heart above the hills soft shadow her destiny soars beyond......... _________________________ Contest "Wow me in 5 lines" Poet ~ Rick Parise
O ~ mighty eagle outstretch wings and fly Let thy wind beneath wings lift and soar I stand salute freedom and begin to sigh Feathers of sweet purity Claws and beaks of razor edging I watch a far your maturity Encircling heavenly domain Snowcapped peaks valleys and bends This essence simply can drive to o insane Illuminated as her morning dawn Escape my feathered friend Oh let me capture what I've drawn Her magesty which moveth across the broaden sky O ~ in stealth fashion there she sails high
The fountain of spring earth sprayed with mother nature in colored petals. Summer jewel tones color and punctuate life poppys standing tall Leaves like a bouquet of splendiferous color a grand patchwork quilt Like star dust snow falls blanketing all with glitter a wonderland view.
People are starting to add up the facts and most don't like what they see, The world is rapidly deteriorating at an accelerated rate, call it prophecy! And if these are the last days how many of us are truly ready? We are living in an explosive society full of maniacs who's minds are not quite steady. Terrorists have made their way onto our shores and struck an awesome blow, But I feel that was just a testing of the waters you know! Their weapons are becoming more high tech and more lethal with each new day, They are trained for suicide missions and to them death is okay. The Bible says that before the last days the earth will experience birthing pains, The way I understand it, it is talking about more frequent natural disasters, tsunamis, more intense earthquakes, killer hurricanes. Check the records, watch the news all these things are happening right now, But people won't listen when you tell them this is prophecy, they say it's just life and it's going to happen anyhow. The technology we have at our disposal wasn't even thought of fifty to a hundred years ago, And instead of using the technology to better mankind we are using it to destroy ourselves this I know. The will of God doesn't seem to have a place in our society anymore, Wrong this is not our society it all belongs to Him, every grain of sand from shore to shining shore. I know I'm not perfect no where near it, but I do believe in God and the Bible and what I read, It's a blueprint for life which we all should obey, follow, and heed.
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.
sweet love from a rock like a river flowing down a spring for new life © Joseph, 6/12/08 © All Rights Reserved
The sun touches me and the cold leaves from within. I smell the good clean earth beneath my feet again. The ground isn't frozen. It feels so fertile once more. The wind kisses my skin with warmth I want to store. It's still very chilly around here late at night. But the beauty of the sun has begun to be just right. I see the tips of new growth, springing up everywhere. At last I leave my winter lair, for I have much to prepare. A shower is coming tomorrow. I must hurry to set my plants. But first I must rake the old leaves, left from winter's rants. My dogs stay close beside me to sniff the new tilled earth. Even the smallest animals, rejoice in spring's rebirth. The images that beseech me as I leave this old house… Are young, fresh, and with their colors I'll soon be doused. As the heavens begin to open and again bless this land… My mind opens to see, the touch of God's own hand.
Stars shine brightly above me as I look up at the glowing full moon. A cool breeze is blowing and A soft music seems to play in the air around me as I think of what life has given me. This gift is more than I could have brought myself to ask for. For the longest time I've been content to be there for others Ignoring the fact that as I helped my friends find happiness, I have been alone. Now I find that Life has given me a gift. A thing so precious that never again could I go through life without it. Life has given me you. You, Suki, have become my life force. The very thing that keeps me going. I love you with everything I have. Granted, it isn't much, but I promise you that it wont be missed. I'll love you enough to make up for the materialistic things that I don't have. The moon blurs as tears fill my eyes and I start glowing as bright as the shining full moon above me and I find that the music I hear around me that is so heartbreaking-ly beautiful isn't in the air. It's inside me. I never have to be alone again. Never do I have to bottle things up for the sake of other people because I know I have someone who wants nothing more than to have me cry on his shoulder. I love him And to the very core of my being I know he loves me. Life has given me something I never dared to let myself dream of having. Life has given me Suki.
Sometimes I feel small in this world, in this vast universe But then sometimes when I'm sitting on that bench in the park with know one around watching the leaves dance in the breeze, the air hitting my face . . I feel big on an imaginable scale, it reminds me of all those minuet atoms all put together to make me Enabling me to watch those leaves dance in the breeze! Enabling me to walk in that park! Sit on that bench! It's easy to forget how special we are and how everything in this world is special if you look close enough. The one thing size has taught me is to think and when we think and i mean actually THINK . . amazing things can be achieved.
I stop now and again, on the inter sanctum that is my porch. Always trying to calm my racing brain, I stop to gaze out into the beyond. I sit on my old wooden bench, and watch the summer unfold. So much happening,, so much beauty to behold. Hollyhocks tower gently over the sun streaked door. Honey bees hover industriously over red ripe roses, plumaging for just a little more, sweet tantalizing nectar. Out over behind the bending willow tree, lies a sapphire blue pond. Frogs sit patiently croaking their soulful songs. Sometimes I wish I could correspond. Off in the distance, dragonflies and turquoise damsels zoom high. I often wonder, Are they going to touch the top of the sky? In the rolling golden fields tall and stout corn waits for harvest. Cant wait to see how much it yields. But that time hasn't come yet. A bird begins to sing, followed by another. Until its one long melodious string, The trees that are their homes becomen alive. On the darkening horizon, pitch black ominous clouds roll in. all of natures chattering falls silent, creatures know now to be hidden. Some days the skies open up wide with a fierceness as lightening crashes. Getting a look close up, I don not hide , I am never afraid, to steal a single look I never afraid while on the confines of my porch I never run in fear, or even turn away Don't want to miss a single moment of Mother Nature and this beautiful summerday
Where The Wind Blows Where the wind blows, I do not know. I can almost feel it's breeze, beneath my soul. Where the wind takes me, I don't know the place. As it breathes it's gentleness across my face. As the wind blows, and the frost disappears. I know that the spring season shall appear! The strong wind from the ocean beyond. Causes me to dance at the local pond. As the wind brings in summer's grace… Beautiful flowers bring a smile to my face! This wind blows, and the autumn leaves fall. Nature gets my attention, as the birds soon call! The breeze continues as the cool winds come. I see more stars in the sky, and less of the sun. This wind brings peace, and whispers me name… Whatever direction, it remains the same! It brings strength and refreshes within. May this wind blow on me once again! By Jim Pemberton
< birds in perilous flight illuminating to this watchful eye's sight outstretched wings ~ soaring high bidding ado ~ waving goodbye homebound is their quest offsprings await safe return ~ back in nest red sky ~ tonight glad ~ I've captured this flight oh fly ~ my feather friends hope to see you ~ once again for this love ~ so brand new what's drawn ~ me to you Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's Heaven Sent Smiles Contest G.L. All
The Master's Voice. During our life... We have many choices. We see a lot of faces and hear many voices. There is a voice... Like no other. The words are "sweeter than butter." It's the same voice that calmed the storm in Galilee. It's the voice that offers life abundantly. Please listen to the voice of your savior today... And really listen to the words he has to say... "Come.follow me!" "And be born again!" "I'll wash you clean... And take away your sin!" His voice speaks peace to the troubled soul. And speaks joy and love to make you whole. Christ can do it with his blood-cleansing power. He can do it... This very hour! His voice beckons a never ending call. Come to him now... He's worth it all!
I came from behind and my God at what I saw. I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you. I counted exact minutes with the seconds too. But I stood there intact with no lines to draw. There are many versions of Grace Verse's law. So I read through them one by one until blue. So I picked up the torch it was all I could do. I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe. I gave glory to the Sun and Moon, I exalted a few Stars along my way. I even rode in on a cloud at noon, It was a bright beautiful blessed day. But there were matted layers of deception, I guess you can only imagine my reception. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Seasons Last Leaf Purged atop a lofty Popular A singular leaf all that holds Like in drowning - gasping for last breath A life once was – now clinging to the past The season of spring brought forth its life Love to blossom to bear fruit and green The wonders- all newly felt and viewed The leaf smiled among the young it knew In summer time the heat did soar The leaf grew as rains did pour By trials of wind water thunder and drought The leaf endured each tribulation and grew proud At first frost many shivered and fell But most became brilliant chrisom red- do tell A gathering of color painted by the creator's finger As the leaf among the many waited its time Now the last- singularly purged atop the lofty popular The life given it wavers to left than right Until the leaf rest among the assembled piles afoot In winter time a blanket comes Upon the leaf the piles the ground Nature cocoons to repair once more The hope that comes after winter's storms
A lonesome dove feathered white. The branch strong, time light. ...no "wait". A dream. really blowing a sweet breeze. ...no "wait". A heart beat sitting in a tree, spirit like, ...no "wait". A rhyme. ...of atomosphere.
First snow on tree tops, Canadian pristine . . . Nature's own beauty Of spirit supreme. Cascading waters Of crystal clear birth Instill serene pleasure From heaven to earth. As the lake mirrors mountains And deep azure sky, We commune together, My God and I.
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My wind to the East you are my least. My wind to the West you are the test. Each and every day you are your best. Each and every day you battle a beast. My wind to the South you are a feast. My wind to the North you are a crest. Each and every day you never do rest. Each and every day a new life leased. The Sun makes your air. The Moon is your guide. Stars are always up there. All of you are my pride. Each of you I will easily leaven. You are my four winds of heaven. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Natural glory is ours from Heaven's sun. Always continuing blessed from above. True vivid colors to see lots of fun, United and bonded out of God's love. Rebirthing of blooms again and again, Explicit beauty flows from every petal. Spiritually glowing, glistening again and again, Toward the sky shining like metal, Rewards not only from beauty alone, Each of us enjoys the bounty that we eat. All the fruits and vegetables so well known, Sensual tastes and smells a special treat. Up from the root nutrient flow, Releasing so many flavors that cannot be weak, Exploding with vitamins to make us glow. Challenge not the prizes from our earth. Health is a treasure we all should seek. Each of us should have had since birth. Search for hearty, silver and gold every week. Toil not; devour Mother Nature's worth.
A bright and beautiful blanket of snow Silently hushes earth below spring shows White heavenly glory this covering brings You'll see its splendor uncovered in spring Earths radiant colors will then unveil New life within this warmth revealed The blanket lifted will then expose The warmth and love that God enclosed
blue water rushing down rocky cliffs - makes gorgeous themes for computers Tribute To Waterfalls Also Entry For Raul Moreno's Rhythm Of The Falls Contest GL All
Over lips and through da gums Hooked minno is going down some Depth by depth there she sinks Hooked a dam dogfish oh how that stinks Pulled anchor and now drowning in rum Tribute To Fishing Also Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's Sea Tale Limericks GL All
< economic woes say it isn't so fruits vegetables of divine artificial added such a crime sow garden W.T.G {Way To Go}
Seems no one cares for "winter rains", So white and wet and cold; Drifting down so silently, As we huddle 'neath the folds, Of coats and scarfs and woolen hats, And yearn for days of summer, Complaining 'bout the wet and cold, Of winter being a bummer. The ice, the snow, the slippery roads, Slow going for the traveler, Are fodder for these transgressed souls, And fuel their heated palaver; But there are those who glory in, The changes of the seasons. The kaleidoscope of colors used, Sets moods that give us reason, To celibrate the time of year, And it's exquisite beauty. In nature things are balanced well, And each thing has it's duty. From mineral, plant and animal, To the elements themselves, We need them each and every one, For life to go on well. So don't complain about the snow. It's moisture that we need. It feeds the rivers, streams and lakes, Amid the summer's heat. It adds a pristine beauty, As it covers trees and yards, Feeding imaginations, Of painters, scribes and bards. Judy Ball
I will write you a poem a poem of endless inspiration, of beauty, and the warmth of a perfect love..... thy loving sun has reigned down with gracious hope the wild wind has pulled clouds from afar precious rain has begun to fall once again the new season has brought a flower of my ladies dream a solitary white Daisy has pushed to the surface a beauty in it's candid display a simplistic grand design a classical song of a brilliant architect I ponder the dreams it has inspired..... a gift of Gods splendor a gift for you love.............
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He Will Lead Me… Jesus is with me every step that is taken, With HIM in my life—I am never forsaken! A straight and narrow path is what he will make, He's there to lead and guide me every step that I take. Every choice I have, every step that is made, The price for my life—on Calvary— has been PAID. His word shall direct me which way I should go, It shall be a lamp unto my feet down here below. His Holy Spirit will gently give me Godly correction And shall always lead me into the right direction… By Jim Pemberton
Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest "Season's Greetings"! We're all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings! In just one single season; I can change my very significance, Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being, I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing. Autumn decorates Mother Earth's leaves with painted colors of a much clever design. Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine. Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I'm breathing. Summer sparkles in midnight's mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat. Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory, Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met! "Season's Greetings"! Great Goodness! I 'm believing in exactly what it is I'm seeing and feeling! "Season's Greetings"! Goodness Gracious! I'm feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being! A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out. A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount. Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear. Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree! Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 'Tis Season's Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!
Spring's gone, Summer days, Autumns hues of crimson and gold, will soon replace. Silently, I gaze from secret place Consumed by memories Of happiness shared of you and me, Snowy days spent by the fire Entangled souls seemingly We beat the odds with evenness Blissfully… In this present moment, a longing touch rises within Where giddy hearts still afire Passionately so… In an instant, It begins to rain within, I sigh, you sigh -- We Breathe…
Night. Nay-it not now, when the darkness still crawls nearer Night you shall always be the welcomed Angel, to implore To nay-it, a message the sun has left, with fires Oh shades of the day, magma and ice Always at heels of each, enemies and friends Which one, which one comforts me? Nights of nay-its succesful reigns.. When upon my creaky atsatsa*, I counts the fruits deka... ...eve, .. etor... Sun oh sun, fire out of the Brahma's hearth, you reign in history my journey has started A soul searching Reflections Mesmerises To clean the brass and shine its surface For the lights boasts of shines to soar As I clean my self of debris of old, of old ages Ah, night, nay-it, all that blackens me with blots. Now .....till when....... Lamptey Godson Kofi (c) 2012
The ice age has long gone A history of pain and abandon The world is tired of all the strain The hatred has melted away The new age has been born Colors of love has adorned The skies of humanity Yet we still felt the enmity Of the past winter, so harsh It had been and all have starved For the age of fortune But realized it is an opportune That I must take To ensure it is in the make Spring rains may have drenched us But with them, quenched is our thirst For the Source of that love Has been found coming from above Like the sun that suddenly broke through A sky charged with so much gloom And we feel deeply the rebirth That comes with Spring's mirth And around the corner Approaches the age of Summer. By CarolineCecile
In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter, Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away. The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow, All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play. Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can't be found. They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day, No one knows they're even there, for they make not even a sound. Animals respect them for they can't make them into prey. Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play. And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say! They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed. Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep. They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap. A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow, For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below. I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole. For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw. We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land. But if you're going searching there's something I should let you know, offhand. They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.
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twenty-four hours and counting......... I have been called home to the realm above I must submit a bow and gracefully move forward I must leave you behind my friend, my life.... But, for now...... I shall, sing a symphony of celebration dance naked deep within the trees of belief dive from the highest cliff I can find sit quietly and sip chamomile tea I will run as fast as I can skipping and jumping up to each cloud I see I will relish each moment with a ponder and a plea as the clock tics down to a grand completion I will fall upon my knees a prayer of thanks I will recite a word of encouragement to each one who has brought me into the light I sit for now, grateful for each second spent next to you a grateful journey of splendid yesterdays joyous the celebration , I pledge to watch over thee goodbye for now......... soon a flight to be free................. quite a Tantalize sensation wings a halo yes , it is me..........
the few and the proud - epiphany watching you encircle shaven crest wings extended and filled with zest top notched speed nothing but best just you and me as your visiting guest fields of wheat and golden grains loaded up in cargo planes and trains lord please don't let me go insane for capturing essance for which I gained escalating to new found heights feather friend remains still in sight I will forever pray for him to be alright as I watch him soar in sheer delight captures and raptures are now few so go ahead and wisper morning coos for I'll be saluting an long over do to the one flying in colored hues rose petals strewn amidst the air where once an eagle was dared to me I think it is just unfair theres no other that can be compared so my feathered friend I ask you this I hope you didn't mind that I did not miss your pareless flight that did exsist above fruited grains and a mountains bliss Tribute To The Bald Eagle Also Entry For Matt Caliri's THE CONTEST OF NEW TERRAINS
< winds gallow o ~ speak out thou shallow in ancient magnitudes of whispers wrapped in sparkling gems but that of more crisper embracing majesty like re- known spun hipster and thy O~ answers babbling tongue symbols of new births young nature's son
The murky rolling waves subject to the whims of the February's wind, far above the secluded lighthouse; the roaming aircrafts vanish through thick clouds, leaving behind a trail of hazardous vapors... but the geese and seagulls can't continue their existence! And still the sea offers them its promise, a distant shore untouched by man... by his greedy ways and incompassion, causing the extinction of many species; my reflection is based on fact : we can't survive without them! The stylish wild birds engage, as if striken by a sudden rage, in their frantic, daily dance over the marina, as I listen the melancholic lyrics of " Nessun Dorma "... the exquisite area of Puccini, which comes alive through the extraordinary voice of Bocelli! At four the fog thickens and shrouds the shoreline, the brass lampposts light up with reluctance... to shy away the presence of any ghost; I, in transitive joy, hide my treasure beneath the tides, hoping someone will find it and remember my work... long after my thoughts will be no longer alive!
Spring Rebirth Flowers dance New beginnings Hope
intreguing white orbs great for carving or painting during fall gourding Happy Halloween All Entry For Raul Moreno's White Pumpkin Contest GL ALL
LIVE LOVE LIFE LIFE, a precious gift we all SHARE We have no time to stand and STARE Forget the heavy burdens on your SHOULDERS The Anger that turns you into a SCOLDER Eradicate the pain that makes a heart NUMB The loss, questioning a brighter future to COME Free your mind from all suffering that makes you loss HOPE And frustrations challenging one's ability to COPE Tears can run your deep ocean DRY So let go of the misfortunes that makes you wonder WHY? Worries you should not BARE... We are all in need of those who truly CARE Leave fears behind at a place called YESTERDAY GOODBYE to the past, and here comes TODAY So cheers to a long life and a JOYFUL ONE To those we call friends, the honest BLISSFUL ONES. 3 things needed in life; A wishbone (dreams), A backbone (strength) A funnybone (sense of humour). EXCESS WEIGHT (negativity) IS GAINED THROUGH LIFE's JOURNEY, SO LOSE WEIGHT SPIRITUALLY . Destroy all you have built, and build anew from the root/foundation of the real you and you shall be reborn. Free your mind, be shapeless, formless and free spirited (as you think, so you shall become). And most importantly, SMILE! : ) LIVE IT learn to LOVE IT because everything IS LIFE By Hussein Farah
I'll decorate the trees outside with sparkling tinsel and dreamy ties the sun beating down in all hope and all joy a beautiful picture under a mid-July sky colors aglow of reds and greens a spirit of inspiration a story to apprise a hymn of a miracle we gather to sing embracing each one, his story arise a loving sense of our being a Christmas jubilation we all cherish a celebration of our king, with each breath a surprise...... "SWEETHEARTS CONTEST"
The bright flame flickers raging red While bitter cold is frosting glass. In stirring silence of the dead The falcons sleep in straw bound casts. Morning dew freeze into glass orbs, And tuffs of cloud blanket the sky. Great arms of oak boast silk white robes While golden rays of sun deny. Deny the comfort of its arms So ice-capped hilltops glimmer still. Winter cannot resist its charms So wild western winds be tranquil. With no coral the horses race Through wooded valleys of the hawk. Thus beating ground without a trace Join deer and fowl atop the rock. One giant leap is all it takes To cover distance far and wide. Civil culture freedom forsakes But still dolphins unite the tide. While flying air and water too The forest bends to guard its caves Defending never found so true A love that earth itself still craves. The grasses sway to redirect The voices of the lands still heard And echo thrice by intellect A wisdom carried by the bird. Grand silver wings the rivers grasp For just one sweet and selfish kiss. And so it leaves, fare in its clasp, The waters flow in tasteful bliss. As evening comes the eagles wake To soar the midnight hour with ease. We walk the night and peace we take But never know us grace like these.
I am that seed Carried by the wind I drifted for long On air that thinned My destination Not known to me Until i fall I'll have to wait and see Wind falls As i twirl down Me, the Sycamore seed Down to the ground The patch of land That accepts my fall With natures rains I will stand so tall As the years pass by In my fertile patch What do i say To future seeds that latch Be like me, let the winds have their say Drift like me, and maybe one day In natures world, she'll grant you birth The Seed who fell to Earth Inspired by Raul's " Carried by the Wind "
Committing myself to action; I stopped to put all plans away. Determined to author my Life's book pages, I began the business of today. I did away with past and future: Losses made and profits gained; That to lose and this to gain. With the past already accounted for, And future yet to be taken account of; It's a waste for me to keep their books - My business is today
Butterfly sent their kisses at the blue sky The chirping birds singing a melodious lullaby The smile of spring is just around the corner Clouds then dance to the music of air April rose, lilac and orchids arose May flowers bloom, petals are aglow Smile of spring bliss at the meadow Sweet morning sun kisses the rainbow Spring water falls to bath one soul For a new morning comes, a new day to begun The smile of spring paint on lips of angels It's a season to rejoice one spirits Cheryl Aldea February 6, 2012 YOUR VERSE AGAIN any theme/any form max of 12 lines (Contest) Sponsored By : Brian Strand
ruffled flowerets gather to tickle my face, waving their skirts in sweet windlblown grace as we all tumble under daybreak's amber strands , zoom! a rocket of rainbow dances in celestial plays; bursting a hundred droplets on one rare springtime blaze single quintain ------------------------ Contest: PD's Rainbow By: nette onclaud
A doe and her mate tempt the fates wind driven snow what a delight... new white blossoms on barren bushes over large hats overhang on hoary old buildings highlighted branches on majestic leafless trees magical silence in the quality of light a blanket of white pulled up to nature's chin perchance to dream a new tomorrow... a new day
A dusty old town-so quiet a man, a traveler takes off his pack-so heavy and reclines for a rest. they dont know his name, they never do they wont even bother to ask he troubles them-his mysterious past leads them to prejudiced views but were one to ask, for if naught but a name what would this traveler say- would he speak? a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass "Im Wanderer, the world is my street." Wanderer-what a name does it signify much of his life or is it a code- a cypher? an enigma to his past.
she walked quietly back to her sanctuary wings aflutter a dream in her heart she longed to fulfill her mission a quest to bring a saddened soul to the glory of the eternal light in dedication she spent long nights in prayer she came to me in the sparkling light of that October morning she said I was one of the chosen she talked of miracles...... she spoke of trials...... she taught me of love , faith and of hope a vessel sent to me so that I may live again a gift of the holy ghost a promise delivered with a tear I ask that I may receive...... beautiful angel of mine you have a "soul of a saint" you bring me a "life of a new beginning" I fall to my knees in prayer a song of eternity accompanies..... pure white visions surround, a deep love fulfilled................. amen _______ Contest
The sun Has come again After having been shunned By the fury of warlike clamor Of guns. It was Time for cease fire Tired of the endless Clashes of unyielding powers Oppressed. Now calmed Wishing the coming Of the spring season's charm Washing off the grind in showers Disarmed. Breathing The sweet fragrances Of new found wider views That melt the ice and see our hopes Renewed. By CarolineCecile Copyright © 03.15.10
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Multicoloured jewels Bursting from bud Spring splendor
suns candlepowers can surley lighten up some darken passages Tribute To Nature And The Power Of The Sun Also Entry For Raul Moreno's Ascension Haiku Contest
Under the Elm Tree The wind bends the ragged weeds slowely the light fades
dogs come cats go just like moon waxing Don't let it phase you Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL Also Don't Forget To Turn Those Clocks Back
the illuminating sounds of summer first there is birds sweet sernarding amidst cottonwoods and if your lucky enough even capture whispers of the wind speaking down in a lustrous valley of green and don't forget about echoes of an eagle encircling the blue yonder looking for it's mate or you can capture sounds of a babbling brook flowing down an winding outcrop stream but to me I think my favorite sound thus far is the laughter of my child's voice and the sizzling sounds of hot dogs and hamburgers being made on my grill as were watching fireworks display from the back of a twin engine houseboat floating down a rivers edge Oh the sounds of summer would be nil if I would awake from this enchanted dream
Though we all do celebrate birthdays, the best birthday, falls on the twenty fifth of December, as on this day, our Lord, Jesus Christ had been born, the day is considered indeed great, as the Son of God, had come into this world, and had left us by forgiving our sins, the day begins, by people of all castes visiting various Churches, and offering their prayers to the Lord in here, on this day, the day is celebrated with a lot of passion, and fervour, wherein we also get to wine and dance, and be merry all the while, the kids are quite happy, as on this day, they receive lovely gifts, for been good kids, from a very special man, known as Santa Claus by acting as a postman, but differs in style and in his way, by delivering the gifts in advance, as he does know that, there is no use in relying with the snail mail, and the kids would indeed be sad, if they don't get their presents in time, whereby he does not take the usual route, but always takes the wrong one, by entering through the chimneys or through the fireholes, how he does it, we have no idea, inspite of been fat, his favourite are the cookies indeed, wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids, here's a message, he leaves for you all, wishing you all a Merry Christmas!! Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair
________________________________ Little princess spirea growing quaint within her garden fetching thoughts of song aspire swaying grace in summer breeze with her loving hand of nurture and a heart of light aglow each summer day pass lovely as she sings a melody of praise and growth ________________________________ Contest Anagrammatically Speaking Spirea ='s Parise Aspire='s Parise Praise='s Parise ________________________________ Spirea~A lacy Pink Japanese Perennial Flower
I have every reason To put in words a season Bearing good will, love and joy for one and all So I present to you this present No, it isn't duck or pheasant – Nor a shopping spree at some local, jam-packed mall See, my wish for you today Will never fade away It shines like sparkling diamonds in a brilliant, crystal hall May you be present in every moment May you have no fear or foment And may you always rise in triumph when you fall May every moment of your present Be generous, kind and pleasant Filled with peace, on earth, right now, for one and all
a beacon of light transparent through clouds clusters reflects off stilled bay
Effervescent dreams Flow down upon mother's plate Chilled by destined fall A time always remembered Appearing third time of year Season of life fades Human apertures grow weak Though, knowledge is strong Love holds different stages Bonding affections with key Combined all blessings Unfold into beauty bold Each respect enriched Of their returning faction Crossing over great divide To rapture rebirth Forming times readmission Natural recourse Within nature is beauty Returning humanity
my physical body......yearn...... my mental being......reach...... my spiritual energy.....pull...... within my sanctuary of mind, body and soul I center in a calming request of spirit awakening with scattered energies tossed along the ebbing shore line I must focus...... I must touch ailment...... I must harness thy yoke of completion my breath slows in silent acceptance as a single sun beam calls of gracious salutations my spirit drift endless of cresent moon at twilights eve. and warriors song in mornings mist as warmth showers my flesh my spirit tingle complete touching a loving convergence, the ultimate purity received I become one as the spirit calls with each breath, completion...... ___________________________
Today is a day filled with beauty and grace The wind's in the trees, it caresses my face The sky is as clear as a crystal blue ocean The exquisite air stirs my soul, my emotions I hear God in the singing of nest-building birds On a day like today, ain't nuthin' disturbs The peace in my heart, the joy in mind They shine through the dark, Make me feel less apart From my family, mankind, And keeps me connected With all things Divine
The sea of troubles Spewing frolic wrathings Islanders compose
Memories of Christmas through the years, Have brought lots of laughter and many tears. Memories of those who have gone on home, Sometimes leave us sad and alone. The good times that were had by all, Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, their happy faces I recall! The gifts that were given, the fellowship we shared, The love we all had, showed each other we cared. The trees were so pretty, the food, oh so good, Sometimes we would go caroling in the neighborhood. We would exchange gifts by drawing names, Some would get clothes, others might get games. The homes would be decorated with ornaments and lights, And we would all feast on the many delights! There would be cakes, cookies, sandwiches, pies, and punch, Some might eat a lot, others would just munch. Before you knew it the night would be gone, And the wait for next year would seem so very long! But Christmas means more than just these things, As we remember the birth of the Christ child and the salvation He brings! He came into this world in a meek and lowly way, Born of a virgin and in a manger lay. The Shephards were frightened as the angels came to say, The great news of His birth on this special day! Born in Bethlehem, God's only son, Savior from our sins, He is the only one! So as I remember the Christmas's of old, The greatest of all, was the one the prophets foretold!
Nothing is more delightful and simply remembered by a sweet word... than a walk through a green forest, to find a remote spot on a low hill and put those daily worries to rest; the anxious eyes long for that vision of a last, unforgotten season: the gentlest rain which brings a familiar fragrance from other lands... when spring hides its flowers! Whenever the lonely poet dreams, his unerring hand is quicker that the flowing streams: the distant vison of his flourishing thoughts is carried to unseen places; and all he wishes is to feel a sublime peace... when spring hides its flowers! The wishful child ,led by his mom ,searches the leaf-covered paths with a sorrowful glance, even the robins and blue-birds can't confort him, or give him some kind of hope for his unleashed whim; and will he relish the joyful promise of each year, as a gentle hand caresses his blonde hair... when springs hides its flowers from his zealous eyes, and one of those adolescent dreams unexpectedly dies? I, once, was like him: curious,cheerful and so restless: seeking surprises in unexpected places... finding myself in front of simple wonders that couldn't be perceived by the adult mind, as if they were another mystery, not the creation of God... when spring didn't hide its flowers!
The Saving Light of Calvary Stand not in the shadow of the cross But rather in its saving light. For the shadow portrays death; The light makes sinners right. There's no sin so great His forgiveness cannot touch. He's healed them all before, Because He loves so much. Stand not in the shadow of the cross For there it's too hard to see Anything other than hardships; The world's constant misery. The Saving Light of Calvary Lights up all the world! You have the choice today; The result of your choice to be unfurled. The Saving Light of Calvary Makes shadows a thing of the past. Look forward to the light For this old world won't last. Joy and peace will attend your soul, When you stand in the Saving Light. Even if the future appears bleak, Christ will give you insight. For The Saving Light of Calvary, He suffered more than we can know. All he asks is that we surrender Our lives to him here below. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2012 Featured in my Easter Poem's Book published 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com
____________________________________ ~ a muse of golden brown a beautiful dark etched love my sisters, my brothers fly free in this day so vivid a clear path pushing toward completion a unity.... solidarity.... shall we dance a sub-Saharan prance collective rhythms, a shuffle step a long time coming this freedom bright colors adorn overflowing spirit of love....... so grand , so free grab hold of my hand together we shall prove common! ~
This too will pass...Dark days will appear, but we must hold on; We will shed tears, but know, we are never alone. This too will pass...Tribulations may occur, but it is not the end; Happiness 24/7 is what we all prefer, but know, hearts don't break, they bend! This too will pass...Sometimes through our fears, mistakes will be made. When a window of opportunity appears, don't pull down the shade! This too will pass...You may not have a plan, but when you do, follow through; Because every man is guilty of all the good he didn't do! This too will pass...There will be emotional ails, but believe me you will not die; Don't be afraid to fail, be afraid to try! Written for Paula Swansons contest "Pass"
Drops falling. The tears of gods Forgotten or forsaken Tapping at windows Begging for repentance Those Cruelly recalcitrant To their design.
The waves they rock This ship so fierce 'Twas silent night Now screams do pierce. The waves they roll And curl and crash We watch with fear On rocks waves smash. The morrow comes The sky is bright Our ship survived The stormy night The waves, they lap Upon the sand We safely dock Upon this land. Neptune the sweet A lulling force The night has shown His maddened course We move so swift From Triton's lair The trees are thick The valley's fair. I sink my toes Into the earth And thank Mother Who gave this birth. This world can be So treacherous Yet Her beauty Is clear to us. I see sunlight Dappling the ground Carpet of leaves Of Autumn found She's a Temptress Beauty unmatched Gentle and fair Our hearts are snatched Yet like all Eve's Her temper's foul Her seas deadly Her winds do howl Turn on a dime And see Her morph Your wife's fury Is just a dwarf. So watch with love But watch with fear And hold Her close To your heart dear. Nature Divine Nature Fair Nature Changing Nature Beware
Along the road of life, I carry a large load… It feels quite heavy… As I travel a "bumpy" road. This load I carry is often difficult to bear… At times, I stumble… And caught "unaware…" The trials and hardships of life… I shall endure… I'll try to stay on a path that is "safe" and "secure." There are times, however, when I get in a hurry... As the storms of life often cause a "flurry." During my travel… As I look up to the darkened skies… I can almost look into my heavenly father's eyes… As God reaches down his arms so strong… He's there to lead me when things go wrong. The Lord is there to help with my heavy burden… He's also my guiding light… through life's "dark curtain!" The Lord is my shepherd and is with me where I go… He's brought strength and rest for my weary soul. This load I carry may be full of so many things… But grows lighter because of the love that God brings! By Jim Pemberton
I'm already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning. I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day. My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming! Ah, I'm feeling alive inside and I think I'll just stay right here for each second of today. I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up, I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup. It's the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say, Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array! There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup! I'm smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away, Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they're in tune! Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you. Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink, No way Jose! I can't sing! My silly, silly little birdies, Y'all know my singing stinks. My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot, I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I'm just not giving a hoot. So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today, By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2005
Edged beauty carved precisely The heaven pours its soul out Contrasting with the evil, beauty hides the shame.
etched between two pines steady rapid current flow brush stroking rock bed
with song and dance a sun ray bloom of birth through clouds sullen and bruised a day of joy celebration abound nothing can stop a love profound won't you take my hand and dance jubilee a spirit in flight uninhibited and free all worries aside complete joy revealed as the wind takes us home where warm sunbeams peer
I look in the mirror and see the years gone I can look beyond the glass out the window To the yards of my childhood I can smell the flowers and feel the grass 'neath my feet. I can hear the music blasting on the radio Mama callin' me for supper. I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. The town is small and so are the events You're everyone's business You can get a break and can't get away You don't even have a say You go to and from and people protest And those same people will still put you to the test I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. I made it to the big town K.C, Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live Settled in and made a life, got a career I swear I'll never return to my best friend Comfortable where I stand, Happy where I am I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. Well times are hard, And people are ruthless in this cut throat time Jobs are scarce and bills run high You never know what you'll hear at night The people are small in this big town Yeah people are small in this big town I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. I guess the town is small Just good ol' boys and girls havin' fun Small place, small town, small world People may talk and people may watch But the biggest thing in that small town Are the people after all. I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. -Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009
Your beauty and delicate nature, indeed we cannot deny Yet having such a short life span, you somehow eventually die Like the transient nature of mist and clouds, you superbly reappear Then breathtakingly take your time to freshen up the air A majestic symbol of power, knowledge and spiritual pulchritude Celebrated blossoms attained in Spring you've magnificently exude You evoke an artistic comparison through your bright ruddy hue And in the night when we're asleep your petals the skies bedew Your flowers are nearly pure white, and tinged with the palest pink, Without hesitation you shrivel and fall before I could even blink Your spiritual and cultural significance is never an incomplete Accompanied by your long weeping branches are flowers so very petite So stunning and stupendously, you lay about the trees And even when you've carpeted the ground, your beauty never cease ©RashanaKing2010
Cherish the new born king Hark the herald and Ring the toll bells It's Christmas time again and Santa is on his way as the Tinsel is strewn and mistletoes are hung Mama got caught once again Alone kissing a guy dressed in red So I dashed to my window and through open the shutters Looking upon the roof Over and over again I somehow now Vow to remain true in Even believing in this little Christmas tale of a hymn Merry Christmas To All Soupers And Staff Love Kathy And Jenny Also Entry For Brian Strand's Christmas Love Acrostic Contest
A hint of summer Becoming part of the wind Marks the season's change
The shore is what I have seen since I was little when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see. Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle to notice the path was so warn out to me. The little strides I took was not so bad it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand. She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad that I could look out and see the sand. The look in her eyes was so beautiful it was one of those moments that can be captured. My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful to not worry about the pain she pictured. The final walk up to get home was a bummer because it was the sign that ended my time their. My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer that is when I said, I will be back I swear. The path might be warn more and more out even when time passes and when I get older. My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt with time I get smarter and much bolder.
look ancient creatures marching through millennia at slow steady pace Tribute To Turtles LOL
we grew up at Home with a warrior thrust tuning our souls to sounds of crickets to rhythms of the soil to smells of the rivers knowing large dreams of moonlight joy we grew up there in an ever rebounding spirit learning songs of seasons that dressed our umbilical cords for the harvest of our dreams— they were songs fathers sang in the cycle many rainless seasons ago many harvest seasons ago we danced away from loving arms of Home onto the snow sea opening widely our limbs to invisible lines that etched new profiteering truths into our being into our minds into our hearts when we heard father died this morning away from Home we were featherless eagles looking for remnants of our nest among anthills at a traffic light fragmented by hideous sores we lost the burial songs made golden by the Sun and made the Dead sleep like babes at Home it was here we remembered the splash of Colors, the smell of Exile the poverty of dispossession which soaked our souls froze memories of green Hills of Home and made us grow resentful to dreams of moonlight joy we looked into the skies and remembered when Locusts burst dams and the deep cuts of Holy Water drowned the glutton voices of our fathers our blood drank the pus from our wounds buried deep by the locusts beneath the skin we lost our dreams of a harvest to the splash of colors we drowned the songs of our fathers in the roar of the holy water today there are many seas to cross with deadly triangular calm they'll congeal stubborn death breaths while father's spirit scream at our tenacious fate it is only a season ago since we left, yet we no longer possess the sounds of the crickets we no longer dance to the rhythms of the soil what we have is the pus from the wounds buried deep by the locusts beneath our skin
Back To the Beginning I remember As a little girl Christmas Eve sitting around the fireplace With my brothers and sisters Listening to Mom and Dad As they told us the story Of the first Christmas Christmas morning getting up and getting dressed Going to church in our Sunday best Mom and Dad walking up the aisle With five little ones right behind I really miss those times When Mom and Dad made Christmas special Never losing the true meaning Always taking us Back To the Beginning I am all grown up now As I find myself, getting caught up in the hustle and bustle of Holiday shopping Competing with whatever I did last year Then there is a moment when I stop and think Of Christmases past How back then it did not matter what it was How it was all about the togetherness The fun of getting ready and going to Christmas Mass Then coming home and all helping prepare Christmas Dinner Opening gifts and seeing what Santa brought us was nice I admit The true spirit of Christmas Is what I miss the most Therefore, I take myself Back To the Beginning As I hang each ornament on that tree Hang lights around a door or window I think about how I can show a good example Do what Mom and Dad did for me and Take my loved ones Back To the Beginning Lead by example that is what I have learned So this year though I may give a few gifts I will keep in mind The person I am trying to find a gift for Why are they so special and dear to me What would be the best way to show Them how much they mean to me. Most of all I want to help Remind them Or teach them What Mom and Dad taught me The true meaning of Christmas So please dear Lord help me As I take my loved ones with me Back To the Beginning By: Jean Shular
< my deepest passion outstretched wings of an eagle in fashion encircling his domain tride and true he remains sno-capped peaks for mate he seeks call of the wild imatate like a child fields of green crystal streams beyond horizon sun's new arising take me back home to where the eagle roams for the capture of ones flight is purity for ones watchful eye's sight so come join me on this excursion inspiration you'll be splurging I thank you my feather friend be safe until we meet once again for you hold your own glory as it's told in this tales story Entry For Amy Green's Contest My Deepest Passion G.L. All
butterflies despair wounded and abraded - yet forges right ahead Tribute To Butterflies Gods Messengers
stream of life a peaceful river of flight I gather my thoughts immerse myself , anew absorbing all that surrounds a God sent paradise received I climb high above the fortress walls a song of a new beginning cries out.... "contest"
As the dreary night slowly vanishes, taking along the weary stars, but the wakeful moon decides to stay... I awaken with the new sunrise admiring the glimmering sea with colors resembling diamonds! I breathlessly wonder why God has created it with a painter's hand, and giving us that joy... a devine joy as a reminder: that all He has made is entirely His; and in the same manner we care for our bodies with much preoccupation, we must take care of all creation, so that our children can enjoy it indefinitely! Among fields of jacandra and dandelions swaying, I awaken with the new sunrise in sheer delight... to face life as it was when nobody was there; and we can imagine the thought running through God's mind to put a human being there: to watch and control the beautiful earth! I awaken with the new sunrise, to discover a small bird soaring... going further and further up until he has picked up the speed of an eagle; I awaken with the new sunrise...rejoicing, opening up my spirit to a song of praise! If I'm still living, I owe it to my Lord, and there aren't days I don't proclaim His word... when I awaken with the new sunrise, and I gladly watch the golden sun radiantly rise!
What actually happened in the spin of those struggling years was nothing worth mentioning, just being hopeful and not really giving of myself; and that secret remained untapped until I became aware of wishes... An entirely new me makes my presence real, not elusive, when a murky night vanishes through the full moon's luminance... not to impede, but to appease any emotion felt instantly! If instincts could teach me to avoid the dilemmas I am caught into inadvertently, I would make those sudden changes to get rid of all indecisions; and as need never urges me to set limits, I must show confidence and courage! An entirely new me challenging tomorrow without impatience, living to the fullest of my desires... to grasp that moment with eagerness ; and what will proceed great joy, will not be comparable to what I will become!
The scent of autumn Brought to me by summer winds Marks the season's change
' Yellow Rose of Texas ' Haiku # 14 A Lone Star Shone On A Yellow Rose of Texas and Bluebonnets Grown
Wreath of spiritual colors enriches visions of beauty. Beauty of life, love, faith, flow in charismatic style. Style with glory of simplicity us each day share. Sharing respect, with no distraction in daily life, Life that surrounds every leaf that adorns nature, Nature wrapped circle that envelops its gift. Gift of peace, goodwill, graced in silver bells, Bells ring of sounds of joy of New Year's beauty. Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta Contest Name Christmas wreath
Another Rainy Day looks as though it is here to stay. Think of the plants and flowers that are in need of water and a good feed. Although it is wet and cold so we are told, we can stay dry inside keep warm indoors and lay down upon the floor by the fire, while the weather outside is miserable we can reside and be protected from the storm and keep lovely and warm.
May your only wish be... rosy sunsets with chimes that welcome the smiles of those seeking serenity! May your day never end, and if it does: be gratefully glad; look above...there's nothing but Heaven, as those orange and red colors blend again! The parting petrels have swift wings, and emitting their last shrill: they let Nature repose; oh, just one wish can bring new dreams... as the harmonious song of the robins seems to pause!
The Prince of Life Has Risen The prince of darkness Had the Savior's tomb sealed. One hundred guards stationed all about, But a great earthquake all revealed. A heavenly angel clothed with bright beams Of God's glory illuminating his pathway. The guards shook with great fear; The hosts of darkness fled away. This angel moved the stone, As though it were a pebble. He called to Christ, "Son of God come forth." The earth shook, lightening and thunder to assemble. Christ came forth from the grave With the tread of a conqueror; Brightness lit the end of the night; Roman guards fainted, each like a toy warrior. The Prince of Life Has Risen; An earthquake witnessed the moment. Over sin He triumphed And over every mortal torment. Satan thought he'd triumphed, As Christ lay asleep in His grave, But when He arose on Sunday morning, Satan knew this kingdom he couldn't save. He knows he must finally die And that's why Satan wants revenge. The destruction of as many as he can— God the Father to avenge. The Prince of Life Has Risen And will destroy Satan in the end. So choose not the darkness, But the glory that our Prince of Life does send. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2012 Featured in Easter Poem's Book published 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com
Anger Resentment Unforgiveness Tears of the soul Ears of the heart Listen to my heart Open your soul Embrace tomorrow Arise dawn let the dusk not conceal u Shinning star Wishing upon today The sun will shine Tomorrow will come The Moon will give birth to my day
Produced 50 yrs ago My master Pravin Pant Sr. Felt it was time for my Just Born coop to grow So he introduced me to some other chicks Bunnies bats cats pumpkins and Even thought of placing some lucky stars In for the heck of it what a day of cellabration Now he has flipped his lid once again and took a few friends back Had turned them into lip balms but I don't mind For they will stay forever fresh on my lips as I speak of them I been dropped off buildings had been steam rolled over And each time I bounced back with zest So please come rescue us from this crazy farmer Place me in a warm basket or cake or even a dressed table For I m just a little peep looking for somebody to love To The Peep In All Of Us LOL
UNSUPPORTED CODE What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
God said; My provision for you is more than enough. I'll see you through when the going gets rough. I'll give you joy unspeakable and the half hasn't been told. I am Jehovah...your provider... more precious than gold. I am the sufficient one who's able to meet your need. Come to the table I've prepared for you...and feed. Eat of the Bread of Life that only I can give! Allow it to enrich your soul each day you live. Come and drink of my water which never shall run dry. I am the eternal one.! I am El-Shaddai! I can quench your thirst in a dry and barren land. I am here for you! Give me your trust and your hand. Let me do what no other power or God can do. I am that I am! I am God! And I'm here for you! By Jim Pemberton
The rise of Atlantis For this I don't want you to miss Coming of the new world With Justice dressed as it's girl An apple from God's slate Filling the hunger for ones plate Safe harbor to now call home Empowered by minds that love to roam
bird of feather flocks the all mighty sea shore just for a hotdog Tribute To The Hotdog In All Of Us LOL
A bad play On a deep and dark September Gazing from these bleachers To that ref who blew that call On a freshly painted court in the middle of fall I am A Jock I am A Flock I've got balls A fortress deep and plenty That none will discinagrate For friendship brings me joy It's laughter from my best friend Roy I am A Jock I am A Flock Don't talk hate For I've heard much before It's resting in my head And I'll try not to wake So It doesn't make you cry For if I never would of put on that cup You've never heard awwwww shut up I am A Jock I am A Flock I have my hooks And my cup to protect me I am such a world charmer Hiding behind an ump So another won't bump I touch no one and he better not touch me I am A Jock I am A Flock And a Jock feels no pain And a flock seems to die This is off spin To Simon And Garfunkle's I am A Rock LOL Gl All
Why have you forsaken us? O season of bloom, what manner of transformation do you seek? Your concealing actions, in these cloud swept skies, speaks to deception my Lord. As your humble servant, I beg of you, to please return to your former constitution. Which bringeth not only I, but the beasts of burden and all the buzzing creatures, plus the wondrous, soaring birds, swooping in like rabble-rousers to a long lost love! Happiness! Hear our cries, O season of hope, and bring forth your glory, your Manifest Destiny, to bring life and sustenance, to us all.
i see it before me i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction it is clearly there for me to do so the decision can stray left or right of the way I go and all I know is that it starts before me
The Bird Song Icy fingers from the lake tenderly caress the dew. Foggy digits turn to vapor when the sun comes into view. Sunlight bursts into the meadow. Birds sing the song of a new day. A family of deer finishing up breakfast. I watch as the fawn begin to play. Staring at the splendor of nature I'm humbled by the magnificent day the Lord has made. I'm reminded of a game of hide n seek as I watch the sun playfully find the hiding shade. The trees changing colors tell the season. As the warmth of summer gives in to the fall. Time rolling on in sweet harmony. The bird song a testimony to it all. As a visitor to this glorious moment I must give the Lord praise,glory,and fame. After a fleeting look back at the meadow I shall go back from whence I came.
WINTER'S foilage - blankets trees and grassy knolls - water runs admist
< The Rose I Suppose Unfurl Petals Magical Medows Long Stem Starlight Gem Crystal Adorn's Table's Born Womens Heart Man's Start Passionate Bliss Velvet Kiss Just One Loves Begun Entry For A Rambling Poet's The Flower Contest GL All
amidst grass carpet bunny nibbles flowered bulb expunges nectar Tribute To Children Entry For Carol Brown's Spring Contest
down by the sea shore - silhouette conjoinment dance - under cloud's cluster
What of change, be it the seasons of life or the colours of our minds; Do we stand still or move on 'til we find what we are looking for. Change is a natural phenomenon; part of our own creation. It gives us strength, hope and realisation of our worth, be it good or bad. Change is the way forward, into the next world, in this or the next; Be not afraid of it; go with it and be of happy mind. Seasons of life; from childhood to youth, the years of finding ourself, sometimes with struggle and question. Then the season of wisdom, to take stock and look back, not to linger. The fourth season of change is not to be entered with dread; but with joy and excitement. For with it comes a colourful new life; Go forth into it with a happy heart.
a cotpit viewing altitude eight hundred feet cloud coverage below Tribute To Flying High LOL
(Family and Friendships Formed Of His Love) The gift I have to share; cannot fit beneath your Christmas tree-- I come to you in the spirit of Love, bearing a gift of friendship true, In remembrance of Our Lord and Saviour above I extend a sisterly hand in fellowship to you -- through faith, I ask Our Lord to lift you up and grant your every need Come all ye faithful ~ sing the holy praises Saintly men and women, as even the angels do… Oh sinner man, I hope for your redemption too -- While praying and joyfully praising GOD As He allows us to freely do ~ The Beloved Peace of the Messiah be with all of you May his Holy Spirit be felt in the hearts of all, so true~ Let the saving Grace of Christmas be remembered every day For its the precious gift of GOD above, granted to me and you~ Let's share this gift of Christmas, as our Lord would have us to do…
By dusk, the day will take its toll I unwind with my daily stroll And every day my eyes behold A tree, upon a mound. I see his life how he would see We keep eachother company Together, just my tree and me And noone else around. We laugh and sing and dance and play And quickly waste the sun away And soon its light that lights the day Is nowhere to be found. And now it seems I cannot see I'm stuck here, fading, with my tree Embraced, my mind becomes the leaves My soul becomes the ground.
Summer days... Sizzling air... Sprinklers... (Ellip is a form of poetry: (9) syllables divided into (3) words or phrases; unlimited stanzas.)
Once again the Supreme Player has dealt the unfortunate card From the famine in my lands To the quakes in Haiti, and the other parts Then the floods in Australia Now the quake in Japan I wonder what to make of these times In the meantime, I'm just gonna be glad to be alive And send my heart to those who survived Sorry for the greatest loss of your time My kind and I will each lend a hand in kind Continue to see yourself as worthy in the eyes of your creator For such are the shortcomings of nature Even we human beings who're meant to be better, ...always falter Even the machines we make with our acute intelligence, ...always have their failures It's not time to point fingers of blame It's time to offer tonnes of help Even he who has help worth only a feather's weight Will find his place in the plaque of gratitude ...For helping restore the better days The past is what was The present is the gift we've been waiting for We must now make profit of the achievements we harnessed in yester days For today is for the purpose of manufacturing a better day It is so hard to move forward while fixated with the scenery passed So please to all of us in misfortunes of a kind Let's carry on ahead and take from the past ....only the wealth of better lessons and faith For as sure as one step ahead of the next will make us progress Tomorrow is sure to erase all the sorrows and regrets ...and all the pains of yester days Be keen, on your face a better smile to paint Be keen, in your heart a better feeling to pump Be keen, in your mind a better lesson to plant Be keen, in your present a better experience to deserve Be keen, in your future a better result to forecast
the great sand bubbler watches incoming ribbed tide from burrows back home
There is a time for each season… To everything made… There is a divine reason. A time for purpose under the heavens above… A time for meaning from a God of love. A time to be born. A time to die… A time to farm the ground under the beautiful sky. A time to kill. A time to heal... A time to tear down and to build up with a passion and zeal A time for weeping. A time for laughing… A time to mourn. A time for dancing. A time to keep... A time to throw away. A time to tear. A time to make amends today. A time to get. A time for losing… A time to keep. And to give away at our choosing. A time for silence. A time to speak… A time for each hour and day of the week. A time for love. A time for hate… A time for war. A time for peace at your gate. How will you spend the time God has given to you? What is your choice? What will you do??? May this be a time living in God's purpose and design. He created you and made everything beautiful in his time! By Jim Pemberton 05/22/10 Read Eccl. 3:1-11
an array of trees in the field of darkness, glow with its crystal leaves
Dreams begin to dim, fading Light begins to show, invading Swirling into wakeful focus Lavender, white, autumn crocus Dusty lilac daybreak dawning On this misty autumn morning Merging into dreamlike wonder Rousing to the sound of thunder Clinging onto fading dreams Dancing, golden sunshine beams Lazily you start to swim As mystic dreams begin to dim
billowing waters caused by winds sudden onrush electric surges Tribute To The Sea
Drifts snow upon the road - shines stars like diamond spark, above the sodium glow of streets - falls omnipresent dark. Blaze bright the window panes - translucent curtains drawn, curls smoke in charcoal twists - the long descent to dawn. Await the children there - quilted and cocooned, eyes closed in sleeping trust - on dreaming isles marooned. Faith no more lies pale - yet burns with love inflamed, fanned by the breath of hope - and innocence reclaimed. If only adult minds - that drain 'till they fall cold, could feel this dream again - turn rusted thoughts to gold. Then they would know full well - the love of ancient kings, the wonder and the grace - of joy in childlike things. Bright visitor returns - his yearly, ceaseless quest, with eyes of gleaming frost - and gifts of timelessness. In morning tide the eyes - of children hold his gleam and all things may be possible - if they believe the dream...
I wonder why that one leaf clings lone and wind-tattered to the weathered old oak; held firm between gnarled fingers long after the others have given in to spiral dance in bravery to the ground below Is there hope, a promise made between leaf and tree of something greater yet to come, or is it reluctance to let go, even fear that inspires such hesitation? I have been more and less like the second leaf, than the first (though I would dearly love to know what it waits for) I lack the patience for hanging around so I let go into the arms of fate never to know whether I will fall or be caught until I have arrived
Jesus Is the Answer Jesus is the answer to a hopeless situation He' brings peace and the gift of salvation Jesus is the answer when all seems lost He purchased your life with his death on the cross Jesus is the answer to "a world gone mad." He'll give you joy and a reason to be glad! Jesus is the answer to a family torn apart. His love will be the glue to "fix" a broken heart. Jesus is the answer when all seems to go wrong. In his arms of mercy & safety is where you belong. Jesus is the answer when there's no one to turn to. He's here right now... patiently waiting for you! Jesus is the answer and waits at your heart's door. He'll bring the satisfaction you've been looking for! Jesus has the answers in his word... so pure! The words he speaks are true and secure! Why not come to "the answer?"... For all your prayers? He is someone who loves you and really cares! "The answer" to everything is what he brings! He's the alpha and the omega... our EVERYTHING! By Jim Pemberton 02/07/09
just shooting the breeze atop the lush grassy slopes beneath clouds clusters
This habit has a hold of me. .. I can't seem to break it! I'm so discouraged … I can't "shake it!" I don't know what to do, or where to turn… When I tell others about it. They're not concerned… What am I going to do in a situation like this? It seems like my life is just one huge mess! The "satisfaction" I seek… I haven't obtained. I've only myself… And no one else to blame… Many discouraging thoughts have entered my head. Each night I cry out loud before going to bed… I can't think or do anything like I once did. I don't know how much longer I 'm going to live. Can you help me Jesus? I know that you can. There's no one else who'll listen or understand… I'm going to get on my knees and begin to pray… And ask for God's help. I'll do it TODAY! I trust his power to break this habit of mine… This is the hour! This is the time! I need true freedom. And a love that will last. Everything I've tried… Disappears fast! To you Lord Jesus I give my life that's broken. "Please come into my heart…" Are the words spoken. "Help me Lord to have victory within…" "And thank you Lord for being my friend!" By Jim Pemberton 02/05/11
rustic overtures mirrored fixtures majestic crowns Tribute To Nature
Our Future... I do not know what our future may bring, But there's a promise I know... this one thing. Jesus has promised to take care of us, If we'll simply give HIM all of our trust. Sometimes it's difficult... during times of uncertainty, But Jesus wants to be our security... It's hard to say in words it really is To know he is mine and I am his... I think of the coming days ahead... God's children are never forsaken, nor their children begging for bread... By Jim Pemberton © 2008
flow river flow gently down the outcrop stream you go trickling over cobblestones and fallen branches that's been bestowed mountain crest covered in snow valleys and hilltops above and below lies in solance as you boldly flow puffs of white seen in your passages sights wonder whos lying by a fireplace tonight ribbed tides sea foam disguise for it's just you and I so flow river flow gently down the outcrop stream you go for where you stop know one knows Entry For Brian Strand's Flow River Flow Contest GL All Also Tribute To Great Rivers Lakes And Streams
a leap of great faith time to hit the water pool fetching is for me Tribute To Man's Best Friend My Pup {Shadow} LOL
There was a woman caught in an adulterous act. Her accusers came after her with all of the "facts…" She came to Jesus. .. With a heart-felt plea. "Master…." "Have mercy on someone like me!" Jesus looked at her as she wept and cried. So many other things she had already tried. Coming to Jesus… She felt scared and alone… Jesus told her accusers; "You without sin." "Throw the first stone." One by one… They dropped the stones and fled. Rather than face the truth… They ran away instead… Jesus told the woman; "Your forgiven." "Go and sin no more…" She was the meaning of what God's grace was meant for. If you're caught in a situation, with "no way out…" This is what the meaning of salvation is all about! Any "accusers" you may have, will quickly run and hide. When to Jesus you come… And have him "on your side…" Allow the master to cleanse your life this very hour… And experience the love of his life-changing power! He'll take you in with his arms wide open. "You're forgiven!" Will be the lovely words spoken! Be "caught up" in the savior's redeeming grace… He'll give you hope and put a smile on your face! By Jim Pemberton 03/04/11
God... What a wonder you really are! You formed every planet and every star. You created and put everything into place. Your creation is a reflection of your beauty and grace. Over everything. Lord God. You rule. The heavens are your throneroom. The earth... Your footstool! All of creation groans in anticipation of Christ' return. We shall get a new heaven. One day... this earth will burn. God's majestic slendor. This universe does hold. Has given me salvation .. His face I'll behold! God... who created man from the dust of the ground. Has given me new life & planted my feet on higher ground! I love and serve you Jesus both now and forever! I worship your majesty and behold your splendor! By Jim Pemberton 2008
Ribbons of light rained down tonight, From a moonless, inky sky. So bright they were as they blew about, So near and yet so high. I watched transfixed in wonderment, As they twisted and billowed out, And wondered at their merriment, As they glowed and danced about. I'm stricken by mystical beauty, As they writhe across the sky; Twisting, turning, shooting, churning, As through the night they fly. They seem to be a living thing, At play in the midnight blue; In a cabalistic ocean, Of deepest, darkest hue; Bringing out their colors, Like a rainbow come alive, And I'm so blessed to see them, As they bend and twist and dive. The wonders of God's handiwork, Nature at it's best, Is shown to me when we're alone, And I'm My Maker's guest. Judy Ball "Then God said, 'Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night, and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days and years." Genesis 1:14 And It Was So.
The Mountains stood so high, Yet, their shadows fell so low. Distances between them both seized screeching winds, And I did hear each one of them bellowing an echoing blow. Big Birds with white long feathers were flapping their wings They just flew up into those baby blue skies soaring way up above. You tell me why up atop a Mountain befalls pure sparkling crystals of white snow. The Sun shines down upon dried out fields or drenched out botanical gardens, Yet it maintains its abundant rays brewing up some new batches of summer love. You tell me why God made this great big world with just one pure heavenly white dove. Oceans too deep and waves too slow, still they manage ripples and shine a dazzling glow. In between natural layered sands, my rapid creative perceptions finally began to grow. Seals and whales ride atop tides with a bit much pride I'd never seen the likes of such. You tell me why Nature's Beauty is so slow in revealing itself for us to get to know. The Moon leads with guides bringing cascading lights back to life by a smell or touch. You tell me why my luck struck the Mother Star granting my life with more than enough. You tell me why days of light and nights of dark make white puffy clouds perk and fluff? Abounding around this big Earth Nature's Beauty spurts out plenty of its heavenly love! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2005
I woke this morn to cooler air and wished for weather somewhat more fair Alas, arrived the afternoon And with the breeze my soul did swoon At eventide my heart will sing and Mother Nature soon will bring the perfect temp for a night of rest I'm tellin' ya friends, we're truly blessed!
SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM Abbreviated by an early autumn night the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun, relented to September, as if dying might give reason to all things the heat and time has done; The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust, and water tables sink down to a new found low, but love always goes on, as love, it always must, through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go. There in the field, an old man points his maple cane as if a prophesy, and something we should know, always, always, always, there will be too much rain, or not enough, and only love can ever grow. There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan, up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow; and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than the fences seperating everything we know; and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze, there's little we can do, but hope for early spring, always, always, always, we fall down to our knees in love and prayer that times like this always will bring. Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much, for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky, and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch, excepting love, and that is all that gets us by. Always, always, always, love has to always be, though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain, though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe, if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.
towering soldiers watch over hidden forest in dressed camoflage New Entry For Raul Moreno's Soalance In Nature Contest Also Tribute To Armed Forces
I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall dusting the ground where the white wolf calls her cry is soon anwered and then echoed by them all as they look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall and listen to her mourn for the loss of someone small because she had given birth this same night in her den's hall but his life did slip away as the white flakes start to fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I want to join her song and help her to stand tall I raise my voice and sing rising high above them all and add my strength to theirs as the white flakes still did fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall learning that same night which I have never known at all a wolf does not exist without an answer to its call so I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall
I have found the treasure that lies at the Rainbow's end; surrounded by Sweet William, for-get-me knots, and crimson shades of velvet rose. Near the cottage of old where I was young, the quaint charm of the English garden. Where time has not weathered with due harm, swirls of hued asters still in the brisk fresh air. Moments spent dancing with cupid in midst of a sunny afternoon. Seconds where dreams danced on the moon, sweet perfume floats by to wisp away my breath. Up ahead mine eyes view the grassy slopes where a thousand of narcissus bloom. I watch them sway the day away tossing their sweet perfume to the winds. Wicker seats and ivory benches upon I sit and muse. The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden, a rose plot, fringed pool and serenity. Burn the sage, the leaves of rose and wintergreen Light the candles in the middle of the afternoon. From within my center core I breathe for more of this paradise near heavens view. Sweet surrender to growing things, cupids chimes in melody rings, for here is a heavenly peace that mirrors my thirsty soul. My x4 Great Grandmother was from England a Duchess but she chose to marry my X4 Great Grandfather and lost her inheritance and rights for neglecting the wishes of the family in England. He was a Captain of the sea and brought many to the American shores of Mass. In reading and studying, I found she loved to write of the sea and those things she cherished from England and growing up, from memoires, she has touched my muse and from time to time, I let her speak of such cherished beautiful things.
northern spotted owl could better serve species - than dying in the wild Tribute To The Spotted Owl
Mother's day is approaching and the sadness in my heart is brewing. Tring to fight back the emotions within . Having to go to the grave yard to see you is tearing me up inside. I know that we all must pass on someday but it does not ease my mind none the less. I will go to your permanent home at the graveyard and shower you with my love for flowers. We both shared that same love. For if not for you i would not be here. So i will continue to pay my respects to you every chance i get. Wheather it be Mother's day or your birthday or Easter or Christmas . I will be there to pay you a visit. I want to say Happy mother's Day to you but its not happy any more without you here. So i will say i love you and i Miss you and you are still in my heart and soul and there you'll stay. Love ya Momma
The potato plant's roots keep yielding her precious fruits, As the youth of the Spring's breeze blows through the trees, To provide the shadows of life on its green leaves, A bastard child is born without the presence of a father, Drugs and prostitution have destroyed her young mother, There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... Generations full of lust, lost in shame, Silly ladies shake their pretty round hips in mischief, The Summer's heat has came, There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... The great struggle of the poor man is a steady fight with all his might, While the rich man gets richer off those huge city centers, That help light up the night, As the leaves from all the trees have fallen to the ground, Diseases, poverty and sickness is all around, There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... The chill of the Winters's frost freezes the Earth's vegetation bear, So, the people look to their governments for shelter and security, But, it is so dam freezing cold, And nobody knows if anyone even cares, There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... Centuries pass and life spans flows and goes, Where the wind comes and goes nobody knows, The Son provides the world with power and illumination, Until the day of judgement, Only the "Blood of the Lamb" will provide true salvation, There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... The Earth will exist until the end of times, When God has defeated all the evildoers, As it is spoken by his voice of thunder, With the Saints of mankind, For, there are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... Behold! If life's motions and actions would pause for an instant. To realize it is never too late for change and redirection, Until, those great old trees crumble and fall, As its trunk gives way to decay, And the axe as the Lumberjack calls, Or, when all men's souls leaves their bodies, To be judged by the "Almightly", When the lights grow dim...
God... What a wonder you really are! You formed every planet and every star. You created and put everything into place. Your creation is a reflection of your beauty and grace. Over everything. Lord God. You rule. The heavens are your throneroom. The earth... Your footstool! All of creation groans in anticipation of Christ' return. We shall get a new heaven. One day... this earth will burn. God's majestic slendor. This universe does hold. Has given me salvation .. His face I'll behold! God... who created man from the dust of the ground. Has given me new life & planted my feet on higher ground! I love and serve you Jesus both now and forever! I worship your majesty and behold your splendor! By Jim Pemberton 2007
I can recall a summer day, transient as a butterfly. Fields full of poppies, hazy with heat, and pollen on the breeze. Somewhere there is a memory fragile and bright that like a butterfly captures a lifetime in one perfect day. And in the grass the hoar frost melts in winter sun. Icy droplets drip into frozen streams. The world is bathed in rosy light; a fleeting fire as the sun goes down on another perfect day
Autumn dreams in russet hues Against the ending summer blues Drifting on a gentle breeze Rustling softly through the trees Settling on the dew tipped grass That sparkle colors, crystal glass Gold and amber, crimson leaves And all the sights the mind perceives Summer's curtain call is here Bowing out another year Making way for winter's birth Autumn dreams upon the earth
Dark moods in which I brood ride the leaves of poetry books marking the seasons of my life Springs words, still fresh to the world capture wondrous blooms awakening boundless soul with wings unfurled Summers fire, filled with hearts desire loves caress given freely without cost travel from where I am to were you are Autumn's palette, painting visions of Monet soft natures breath whispers life to me by quiet brooks with pen in hand Winter's crystals fall, and through it all poems on leaves pressed lovingly between the pages of my life Stoic
(Chorus): My name is breda Donkey 'Pon my back is de Christmas story A carry God's son an' mercy Down through the ages to wi glory De baby born in Bethlehem's manger Wi creator, redeemer, how stranger Ole Balaam let mi carry him Fi guh sell the Massa prophecy An angel did appear to him An' bring me square in history Ole Balaam saw a star Coming out of Jacob family Jesus coming from beyond afar To bring all sinners mercy So one night breda Joseph call mi Him seh O donkey come carry Mary I know it was Balaam's prophecy For Bethlehem's star was bright above me No room, no room for the baby Not a preacher in the earth was ready So mi call 'pon mi animal family Jesus cum guh mek yuh manger ready The street was full of trafficking While merchants count their money Wi sang glory to man's joy born king Jesus is the manger baby Hush Mr. cow nuh bawl again Red Heifer yuh sacrifice over Likkle lambs guh skip 'pon de plain Bethlehem bring forth the redeemer Sweet likkle turtle dove you are free The covenant of the ark is broken Sweet Jesus bring love and jubilee Same de greedy ole Balaam had spoken But mi is donkey an mi work nuh done A carry him before the cross Mi labor till de second coming of the son Sin is mi burden, but a him it cost This song is written to the tune of Jamaican folk song: "Good evening, Mrs Cunningham It is written for two voices that blend to sing the chorus, but sing each stanza in 2 parts. It tells the story of Christmas from a donkey's point view, and yet stay true to the Bible discourse. Some words are peculiar to the Jamaican dialect for coloring of the song: Breda: brother; 'pon:upon; de:the; wi:our; ole:old; mi:me; fi:to; guh:go Cum:come ... had all words recapitulate to the Jamaican dialect even young Jamaicans would have been alienated --- for the language was not encouraged in our homes where it was considered bad talking. It is being revived through academics at the UWI again.
Around the corner, the sun will show its new face after A Well earned time of having endured through the cold of Winter. Anticipation is felt as nature burgeons and animals wake Anew Keenly sensing the coming of spring with all its love felt in its Kaleidoscopic Emergence of colors everywhere and its fragrances brought by the Elements. Nature at its youth, feeling the excitement throughout, that we all Naturally Instinctively experience rebirth within the fiber of our hearts; yet still Intimidated, Not having yet forgotten the frozen breath of the dying icy season. But Now Gratitude moves into the soul from the lessons learned, and we thank God. Sweetly, we turn our eyes to the heavens above for the blessing of its Smile Pleasantly blowing to us in fragrant love with the breezes and the waters, Preparing Rebirth of nature, and the birds sing us their songs of love while rigorously Investing their all in the building of their nest for their offspring, so impatient, Nagging at times to their loved ones, then making it all a fun game to play. Nature Gathering their families and I remember my parents for whom I thank God. By CarolineCecile Copyright © 02.20.10
Remember when we prayed for snow To call off school, stay at home And woke to see the covered roads A wish that came within the night A blanket of inviting white That calls to every inner child Who wants to have a snowball fight And build a snowman with a smile Of twigs and coal to give him life Remember when we prayed for spring That brought the sun with longer days That warmed the grass beneath our feet While voices laughed as best friends played Till clouds rolled by and showers came Then stepped in puddles in the rain As life were lived without a care Too young to know of just how rare Are memories of time and friends Remember when, We thought these days would never end Kevin D. Fix
I feel in this moment every tremble of the Earth. Every consequence of it's freedom, the quakes disaster for moving, the waves erosion of life, the devastation of windy captivity- the scars of light. I am born, and I must again die to be what I am supposed to be. This carriage is not right, I fall inside fold into breaking froths. I don't want to be normal, I want you to be me. I want to be what's right, and for you all to see the pain you cause, just by being the way you are. The ghost is not natural, death is the reasonable. Let me live intended. Let me let me go. I just want to be myself. Let my words breathe your sight, don't you know the hurt of hiding? I want to collapse in hail, swim down mountains and forget everything I ever knew! I want to find the one who will go when it's time, and come back without reason. because I am alive I am not man made. I am oxide continuum and I don't want anything more than the transitions!
I can't find the words to console you the right lyrics to take over and control you but theres nothing that we can do the good times will come and the bad times will pass We're running in a race and were going way to fast I don't want to let you in for the fear that you may win My heart............... Oh when my camera takes a snapshot smile with every miniscule amount of happiness that I've got Feet in the sand, walking hand in hand dancing to the band I don't want to go on because at the crack of dawn you may break my heart......... As the rain bombards my hair wetness everywhere shake it out its okay you'll keep me dry if I stay but if I stay the fear is near that I may give you My heart...............
Have you slowed your busy pace to take notice of a drop of rain? As the sun glints through it, do you see its natural and quiet beauty? Becalm your soul in the exquisite burst of color from a leaf after autumn's first kiss. Have you tuned your ear to the fall of the first snowflake of winter? Become mesmerized by the quiet order in natures every soft footfall? As the season's tiptoe past, do you draw inspiration, or blindly immerse yourself in the bland cares and concerns of your daily rush? Grinding your soul into nothingness on the treadmill of society's thoughtless whims. Imprisoned in a self-made sightless box of disregard. Your spirit slowly snuffed out without so much as an objection to the lack of trial or jury. Will you call a mistrial, or will you pray for a last minute death row pardon? Have you betrayed your soul? Summer Gratias
Poet ~ Rick Parise ============================= Lord, As the spirit cry in song with diving depths of emerald grace I touch your silken love at dawn in simple words I sing a song A place where waters' run uncontrolled yet peaceful hymn rush soul along With feathered bough and wild grass I lay one moment as time shall pass This silent inspiration as seasons drift in each reflective thought my soul you lift I write once again........ ============================== Contest ~ "Inspired"
above canyon ridge hopper balloon excursion - using boyant force
When the moonlight touches my tatami, Spreading silver petals on the floor, I shall leave the cosy bed behind me. Like a cat, I'll tiptoe to the door. It is spring. The sakura's in blossom. I would watch this scene for all my life. It's a miracle which is so awesome, That I'll stay outside until it's light. There will come the sun like inspiration, And a bird will sing its merry song. Everything is full of exaltation, But so dark and gloomy is my soul. Oh, I wish I were a tiny creature, Something like this lovely careless bird… Then I'd be both happier and richer Than the rulers of this rotten world. tatami (in Japanese houses) any of a number of thick, woven straw mats of uniform dimensions, about three feet by six feet (91 cm by 183 cm), the placing of which determines the dimensions of an interior. sakura (Japanese) an ornamental cherry blossom tree and its blossoms
Lately... I've been wasting time on foolish things. Not living the kind of Godly life that only Jesus brings. Twenty four hours in a day, Jesus. How much time with you is spent? I've never really thought of what a commitment to you meant. I need to spend more time in your word and in prayer. Forgive me now of not doing this—I didn't even care! Even ten minutes with you Jesus is more that this world could give, This is what I need to do—as your child ought to live! So Lord, my time I give to you. Take total control. Make my life new... And by your word... Make it whole! My time with you is important! This I can see! Receiving your joy and knowing how much YOU LOVE ME!! By Jim Pemberton
I thought I would have, all my cards in the mail You can tell that my pace, is that of a snail I'm such a "go getter" and I hate sitting still One things' for certain, I haven't lost my will. All the testing, the blood work, x-rays and more Thank goodness the lab, has a revolving door. I'm covered in bruises, from head to my toes, I say it's 'cuz, I punched a guy in the nose. This pill, and that pill, it is hard to keep track Is this for my stomach, my eyes or my back? All of my treatments, are a thing of the past I don't have to see doctors, I'm free at last. Believe it or not, hubby's quite a good cook And he doesn't follow, a recipe book. I've had to scold him every once in a while "Please don't leave that clean laundry, sit in that pile". He vacuums, does laundry and even does chores Fixes washers, dryers and paints all the doors He'll relax in his chair, and he snores quite fast When he gets loud, I'll turn the TV full blast. I have to admit, that it's funny to see Looking out that window, as he trims the tree. I still try to figure, why men can't "just trim" NO, they hack, saw, and pull and leave just a limb. The Grandchildren are growing, fast every day Time passes quickly, which is scary to say. Thank goodness for family, and friends such as you May all of your dreams, and wishes come true. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR
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
Hints of gold swarms the tips of trees a treasure chest lingers up high and bowing in the breeze at your presence beckoning your eyes to lift from the floor I touch at the brilliance and warmth bursts through my veins wrapping me up in nature's film protecting, collecting, dissecting thoughts Only now is the moment it will soon be gone and the glinting sky will be poisoned by grey as swirling winds brush away the sun This is my nature lingering thoughts echoed throughout as day becomes night in my soul and the beautiful day fades to another sometimes lost; sometimes found always at one with the world.
etched in own minds eye blazing trails of fire - engulf the midnight skyline Tribute To Beautiful Skylines
The rain is falling like the tears of a million angels weeping for the world. Water running down the old tin roof sounds like music floating on the wind. It's rhythm flowing through my mind, filling me with peace and contentment. Cooling the hot summer air as it falls across the landscape, it makes me shiver. It brings life to all it touches, the plants and trees cleaned and caressed by it spring to life. I can see their happiness as it rains down on them, their leaves ever so gently washed and bathe.
Jesus is with me every step that is taken, With HIM in my life—I am never forsaken! A straight and narrow path is what he will make, He's there to lead and guide me every step that I take. Every choice I have, every step that is made, The price for my life—on Calvary— has been PAID. His word shall direct me which way I should go, It shall be a lamp unto my feet down here below. His Holy Spirit will gently give me Godly correction And shall always lead me into the right direction… By Jim Pemberton 2006
eye of beholder gets optical illusion of moon and water's dance Tribute To Beauty Also Entry For Raul Moreno's Reflections Contest Gl All
With muse in hand How do I make one understand I love colors of shaded green Does not make me nasty or mean For it's in our lakes And even in things that we bake It 's canvass for our trees Even sometimes stains on our knees There's hues of bladed grass Where we have all plop our ass Even passing clouds Looking purified and aloud So here I'll stand and raise a toast To the color green on money who everyone loves the most
Go to sleep Go to sleep My little ones Or Santa Just won't come For he knows when you are awake For He knows when you are asleep Close your weary eyes now And I'll go take a little peek Tap Tap Tap Upon the roof It's santa coming For I hear reindeer's hoofs Hush Hush now Don't say a word Better hurry And fall fast to sleep Or he just may leave you a big turd Let sugar plums Dance in those pertty little heads As I made sure Santa was nice and fead Cookies and milk With nothing else Oh thank you my dear Lord For this nice little cord For they are fast to sleep Now I can go back to bed And count my own lost sheep
my bleeding heart - pumps purple passion just for you drip drip drip drip drip Tribute To Bleeding Heart Flowers So Dainty But Beautiful
(Ying Yang) Stagnant was his life; Her capricious habits grew, His ying was her yang
What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly dissappeared." Your circumstances can be decribed as "wierd." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxieity and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton 2006
An "Offended Brother..." "A brother ofended is harder to reach than a fortified city." It seems like many brothers dwell on their "self-pity..." Just look at how easy it is for most brothers to get offended. It could be you or I... Or someone they've befriended... Many stop having anything to do with a particular person. They read God's word. But fail to learn HIS divine lesson. Jesus said; "Blessed are you when you're cursed, persecuted and despised." So why do so many "brothers" hold "vengence in thier eyes?" Is there someone you know... Thay you've completely shut out? Is this what being God's child... Is really all about??? If Christ really gave to us. What we certainly deserve... Than his blood's atonement. Would not be perserved.. In spite of our sin and faults... God's heart bleeds... He's so willing for forgive and to meet all of our needs! Don't allow an offense to turn into a "huge brick wall." Christ came to forgive... And to be a sacrifice for all! By Jim Pemberton 10/09/09
My friend the sun is setting and the days will soon grow cold. What is new must grow old. The spectacular scene of swarming rays beside crystal light must dim to shade. Those ravishing ripples will soon grow course and fun in the sun will strike a pause. Wind will bellow like a swarm of bees or biting ants that maze the moulding mud. To conflict but to confide will only heighten winters pride. Damnation two competing souls will draw to an un-victorious pause. Yet no battle is ever won to humans the war continues on. My love, a plea is as contceptive as talk within actions truth is bred. Cruelty is masked by normality, charms of a conquest is often too lightly walked into. You have beaten one clever soul, whose grip was fun but turned cold. Now deceit grows a new face one who knows not his inflicting ways. My friend I love to waltz in summertime's brew however dreamers fall in line. Lions await the waiting feline. Crickets click and fish do swim whose lake do you jump in? My love the summer often wins first prize but even winter has a golden side Embellish in the colours summer offers you, but allow winter to warm you. Lick the fire as you kissed the sun. Feel heaven in four seasons yet to come. My friend, loneliness will hold us down consuming us with the rain that beats us down. My love, reverse that beating to walk what's knew. Enjoy your existence, the diamonds is within you. My friend happiness is not just sun, in finding joy in the seasons four And loving the gems that you live for.
Blessed is he, who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly. Nor seeks counsel in their "wisdom" or folly. Blessed is he, that doesn't stand in the way of sinners too. Nor takes part in the things that scorners do. Blessed is he, who deilghts in obeying God's commands. He is attentive to his voice, and understands. Blessed is he, who meditates on HIS word day and night. It's the truth of his word, which gives him delight! He shall be like a tree planted by the streams of water. Though the fiery trials of life seem to get hotter. He shall bear God's fruit in due season. His love for him is the reason. When trouble comes his way... he shall not wither. God will protect him... as a believer! In all that he does... his life will be blessed! In Christ.... he'll find peace and a haven of rest... Blessed is he who is rooted and grounded in HIM. Who seek HIS ways and call God friend. Blessed are YOU ... very much indeed! Jesus is here now... and he's all you'll ever need! By Jim Pemberton 2008
I ask for nothing, just relying on Providence; surprisingly I will experience an enriching event that fate has sent... does anybody wonder why I sing? I age, and furthermore I feel younger; wrinkles appear to attest their reminder that my troubles are of another sort, and despite more unpleasant occurrences confirming my tort: these upheavals are raging storms that will soon pass, and this phase is the ultimate test! Destiny, unfold this enriching event, and usher in an age of contentment; the vitality of these years don't reflect fragility: resolute and strong, hopeful and diligent... I can face any hurdle and defy tragedy, and the hardest challenge is finding trust! An enriching event was predicted in my natal chart and astrologers are putting much effort in their research, to assure me that a better tomorrow is coming; and should I place my total trust in them, and catch a rare glimpse and be content... but Who has given me a last chance at living? I could never be guided by the unpredictable stars, what I am amazed about them: is their mysterious glimmer, but fortune and wealth is the damnation of the sinner, of that one cursing God for all the plagues and sorrows inflicted upon them...to punish them for all that was taken without honor and appreciation; and wouldn't they envy the one opening the golden door? My harvest is finally ripe, and spacious fields offer their abundant fruits, every bird has a more sonorous song to make me feel vibrantly alive: o larks and nightingales, let your joyful ode reach the Heavens above! My blessings have been too numerous to be counted and this joy exalts Him with a gratefulness that is equal to every breath I inhale and exhale; when peace blends with silence: a realistic Heaven is an enriching event! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Lifeboat men so brave............ A personal tribute to the man and woman of the R.N.L.I. "The Royal National Lifeboat Institute". Bravest men amongst the brave, The lifeboat volunteers. Precious people saving lives, As they've done for many years. Through the waves of raging water, Being battered by the storm. These precious people saving lives, Heroes one and all. Being called in all conditions, Whether sunshine, snow or rain. Never knowing what's ahead, Or will they see their homes again!!! Hurricanes and twenty foot waves, Smashing at your soul. Dedicated lifeboat men, With a never ending goal. So many crewmens lives been lost, Still many lives they save. Always putting themselves at risk, These lifeboat men so brave. To the R.N.L.I. volunteers, With such courage there's only few. May the seasons always bring you home, As the Lord watches over you.
No good decision is made that starts out as a lie. A good decision is to live for Jesus-- why not give him a try? The truth is that God's son died for me and you! The decision to live for him-- what are you going to do? The lie is..it doesn't matter what kind of choice you make. The truth is...you must do it now! Before it's too late! You'll never know when your last day shall appear. Your final day on earth could be very near! A dedision for Jesus is the best choice to be made. His life for yours.. on calvary has been paid! Come to the cross and give everything to him! Come and experience the joy of being born again! A decision based on (God's)truth, is the best place to start. Jesus' blood will make within you a brand new heart. His gift of salvation is offered to all of mankind. "Now if the day of salvation... Now is the accepted time!" By Jim Pemberton 2008
There was a wave of emotion thrown from the crimson bathed sea. As the warmth of the morning sunlight wrapped it's blanket around me. The water below being thrown against the rugged rocks with ease. Then instinctually followed by a luke warm breeze. I stand by the seaside and watch the colours off the morning sky. It fills me with so much pleasure that I feel a tear fall from my eye. I watch as the colours of the sky Mix and match together as if moved by an artists hand. A brush stroke here and a brush stroke there until it looks elegant and grand. An image of beauty, the summer morning sunlight. An image which my memory will hold tight.
Feeling the crisp chill of the brisk morning air Trees formerly full are now virtually bare Vibrant colors of many and striking hues replace The lavish greens which previously were in place Autumn has arrived with her presence aglow An artistic colorful pallet of beauty to show Leaves falling gracefully onto the frosty ground Falling ever so hastily creating a glorious mound Children running amorously awakened with cheer For colorful mounds of leaves are so undoubtedly near Jumping in one by one, the leaves do tell a tale Of a once boldly standing oak which now looks so frail Basking in the essence of autumn's sweet delight Her loveliness remains an untouchable splendorous sight Enjoy her virtuous nature as her absence is drawing near Vanished another season as winter suddenly appears
oh the weather outside is frightful and having snowball fights were so delightful getting hit in the butt and head then laughing cause you start seeing red hooking on car bumpers for a little ride wearing tennis shoes we did slip and slide mama yelling to get off or you'll be dead we never listened to what she had said socks for gloves to keep little hands warm even amidst a blizzards storm soaked from head to foot looking like santa's outfit full of soot but what I remember about fun the most was waiting for mama's hot coco and apple butter toast on that speical Christmas morning day before the Lord had came and taken her away {R.I.P. Mama} Happy Holidays All Love Kathy And Jenny Also Entry For Deborah Guzzi's Holiday Songs In Poem Form Gl All
Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung, Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads; No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - create time to get together; go fly a kite, or sit and chill, make daisy chains. Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days. In meadows baby lambs take their first steps; whilst mad March hare hops and plays with baby bunnies dotting the green fields of the countryside. A season where everything wants to bloom, time to trim those lawns and weed again; and all just in time before spring rains will once more aid those thirsty flowers and bulbs as they grow. For it is now that gorgeous butterflies flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand; pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks - crack open their Easter eggs, just in time to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.
Ablaze firmament with captivating light blue... a nacturnal's whim! The luminous moon watches the lonely pine on the hill caressing a star; while below, the quite town sleeps, not seeing the painter's hand! Inspired by von Gogh's painting," Nocturne " Entered in Abe's Lopes contest, " Vincent van Gogh's paintings " Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
if a tree fell - in the forest - I wonder if you could hear the sound ? Tribute To Our Timberland
The scent of autumn Passing slowly through the town Is all I notice
deep in the valley cumulus congestus skies coughing up a storm Also Entry For Raul Moreno's Inspiration In Haiku Contest
Are you looking for joy and satisfaction that you "haven't got?" The peace and joy which you seek… Simply can't be bought… Do you seek some kind of fulfillment in your daily activities? Meanwhile, pushing the envelope, " with your liberties? There's a road of "good intentions." It's wide and easy to find. But there's a narrow road… Which I have in mind… This narrow road, to many, may seem strange indeed… It's only on this road, where you'll find an answer to your need This road eventually leads to a life that's everlasting. This brings me to a question, which I'm asking… Are you ready to take the road that leads to heaven's gate? Will this be your choice? Before it's too late? Jesus stands at your heart's door and he's knocking.. The choice is yours… Which road you'll do your walking… Please take the narrow road… It can be difficult to travel… You should do this... Before this world begins to "unravel." Jesus. The prince of Peace... Rules the earth and heavens above… Won't you enter his haven of rest, and abundance of love? He is here waiting for you. So loving, patient and kind… Only in him… Will you find satisfaction and joy every single time! By Jim Pemberton 01/16/11
Here I stand as cool as the wind, heavenly rain drops, my lord showers me with his mist. hail proceeds, mother natures nurturing hand turns to a fist. Nearby, an aspen, short and bulky sways with her current, dancing to a wind song. A dramatic sequence occurs, raindrops beat the pavement acting as drums. Wind songs sound of tambourine and the aspen sings her melody, each leaf its own entity. All with a different tone, She smells like lilac perfume.... Is she a she? Or is she a he? A natural figure, a figment of ones own preference. Mother nature represents the world . From the cirrus and strattus clouds, to a picture perfect sunset. Mountains that span high into a distant horizon, or the weeping willow whose inspirational position gives beauty its definition.... .....2009.....JP
Admist the rocky mountains And the natural springs Comes a better place I remembered things under this lamp post is where you first asked me to take your hand in marriage I remember you down on one knee and the snow was just starting to fall You looked like a little lost puppy looking for a way to speak I took your hand and said yes That was over twenty years ago And to this date we still come back to the Springs of Colorado and say I Do Tribute To Colorado Rocky Mountain High
Still In Love... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; "Not now son— I just don't have the time." He said, "Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?" "Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?" My eyes choked with tears; "Yes son I really do!" "I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you." "Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?" "Yes my son—my love for you will always belong." I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my sons's eyes. He came running to me with his arms wide open. "Thank you daddy" were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton 2006
Thanksgiving Day is Near This is the time of the Year Where Everyone will come Together In any kind of weather Being Thankful! We're all here! With Our Loved ones! And Those so Dear! There will be a Great Feast! Turkey - Ham - Pies and Sweets Everyone's Ready! Sitting in Place! While Someone is Saying Grace! Giving All the Glory! With Praising! To God Almighty! His Love is Amazing! For God gave His Only Begotten Son Jesus Christ! The Anointed One! Who-so-ever Believes in Him Shall be Born-again! Will Obtain Eternal Life! With Our Lord! Our Savior! Jesus Christ! On This Day of Thanksgiving! Life IS Worth Living! With God's Love and Grace! We'll always have a Place!
Guess it's now my time to ask If this is another difficult task Maybe it's time to know the real reason As the world changes another season Winter keeps my heart frozen for a while Until the spring leaves sprout with a smile I'm out here playing under the sun Until the autumn wind steals the fun As I get to know the reasons I appreciate more the seasons Even if I know I'm heading for a difficult day I must get up and think for the day.
There was once a tale time could only tell To be made and unmade, all souls cannot hide From distant hands that cast a greater spell All life and all death in us has to confide Seasons bring memories to our minds undimmed Blessed to the day, sacred to the night Every end to every end, all humans skimmed Across time and space, foresaid by plight Many among us has long lived enough to allay What has consumed our eyes to defy the vow And expressions, adjourned, as if to say If only you can see what we all see now So long as we all can live with liberty... So long we live somewhere beyond eternity...
out in the pasture sits a church homemade by brothers hands and filled with dirt given to Mother so it stops her hurt decorated each Christmas for what's its worth as Mother lays down the cotton skirt out comes the angels the manger and baby Jesus without a shirt next comes her towering soldiers buried into the dirt holding their swords that really can hurt strewn lights gazes upon the pasture's dirt frozen in time like a star that shivers and quirks Mama's eyes glistens like fireworks bursts for all her effort and time even when she hurts as mother kneels in front of her church she praises baby Jesus for all he's worth comes in from the cold and winters bursts gathers the children as they all look at her work and tells us the story of a Christmas birth as we sip on hot chocolate and felt the hurt of how Jesus died for our sins on this earth as we wiped our tears with our night shirts I was glad to run out and relight the candles burst and give baby Jesus one more kiss and fix his grass skirt Tribute To Nativity Scenes Merry Xmas All Love Kathy And Jenny
leaves falling, wind blowing. colors so unique, weather so fatigue. a rush of autumn light; faster the days goes by, a touch of mesmerizing feeling, deep in the mood for changes. seasons that means so much more; lies hidden in the core of cores, fading in the light cool breeze, this is the time of the year to chill. to think about the things to come, to whether the weather under the sun. to enjoy the last warmness of the year, before the special holidays come near. an air of goodwill that still sets; founded on humble pride, like the different autumn colors of leaves that doesn't lie.
amidst blades grasses lily of the valley bows - to winds king jester
Dark and cold as dawn sets in And the grass is moist by the dew So serene and blessed How morning suddenly grew. The sky lightens Ready to greet the sun The plants eagerly await To soak in the heat as one. Noon awakes, knowing its job Is to warm the world No wonder the sun is a god Just hear the stream purl. Soon the day turns to dusk And the leaves continue to fall The animals find their way home As the sun sends its last call. Darkness overshadows the light And all that is visible are lit pumpkins Until the sky welcomes the moon More is seen when the shine begins. Now nothing can take this away That day and that night The start of autumn A mesmerizing sight.
twilight dreaming, twilight wishing. moonlit sky filled with stars, shines of a chance that lasts. should it come true, all the way through. so far and bright, it can not be out light. daring to hope; the desires of a sole soul, never too lost, never too late, to awaken in a dream state. closer to a destiny, to look forward and see. rise to the future, even if we're not too sure. granted by our longing; always seeking to fulfill, so worthy by determination.
It idly sat in the sunlight; A golden adornment for a barren yard, From which Summer's war left unmercifully. As a god does salvage the earth, so did this lone tree, Birthing from its branches treasures for the eyes to behold. Yet much unlike an immortal entity, Such life falters when the spoiled adornments descend to their graves, And Winter's pervading air steals an abundance of nature's most priced artifacts.
The Night Belshazzar Died… The night when Belshazzar seen God's writing on the wall, He did not know that soon Babylon would FALL. This king who thought he was so "awesome and great." Didn't know that death soon would be his fate. "Eat, drink and be merry" was the motto of the day. But God had something else to say! The days of endulging themselves in wickedness and sin, Was soon to be destroyed by their enemies within. This life which for long you have enjoyed, Shall one day perish and be destroyed. Allow the "writing of God" to reach your heart's door. It is for you that Jesus died for! Don't allow the enemy to destroy your soul. For Jesus loves you more than you'll ever know! By Jim Pemberton 2008
I had the traits of a gorgeous child, different in looks and behavior, only mother understood his tremor... when night fell and he ran inside. An adorable child expressing curiosity, touching everything in his path, and those hands seemed full of creativity... when visions lured his interest. I hold this photograph to reminisce the grace of that tiny toddler beginning his first, memorable race... while his mom stretched her protective and loving arms, ready to hug him and reward him with tons of smiles. I had the traits of a gorgeous child, obsorbing the vivid images and colors of the seasonal scenes... I'd describe in my writings, to feel the essence of unreal dreams; Oh, was I aware of my final stride?
I'm still enjoying the gift. Praise God! Christmas is not over for me. I'm still shouting in victory not for the gifts under the tree but due to the fact that God so loved me that gave His only begotten Son to me. Do you want to enjoy and celebrate Christmas 365 for the rest of your life? Read John 3:16. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life." God gave you a gift. God gave one to me. Did you open it, or is it still sitting there unwrapped waiting for you? I can only advise you to open it by saying this:" O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him." God loves His children tremendously so He gave us the gift of life and life more abundantly by giving us His son with a mission to save us all by dying on the cross at Calvary. He was conceived immaculately and was born to heal the hearts that are torn. He lived on the planet earth and performed His first miracle at a wedding. And he performed many more in his life and still is right now. He knew His purpose He died and rose on the third day with all power of the earth and heaven in His hands so that you, me, your family can finally walk in destiny and live eternally. Yes forever be alive. I love my gift. It took me awhile to unwrap it, but as soon as I did my life is not the same. I'm still enjoying the gift. Christmas is not over for me. I'm still shouting in victory for the gifts under the tree but due to the fact that God so loved me that gave His only begotten Son to me. Yes He came with a mission for all of us to be forever alive. That is why I celebrate Christmas 365. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever believeth in Him shall not perish nut have everlasting life." John 3:16 " O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him." Psalms 34:8 "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly." John 10:10 wrote 12-26-10
It's just descriptive but you my take it a different way I can smell the mix of us in that article of clothing leaving the situation too abruptly I'm not innocent of knowing like a dream inside of a dream life is so much better more fascinating than fiction your second chance I hope you realize and a risk on love you don't miss here you are walking away there I am in a burning building situation and looking for the exit there I am driving down the street when for a couple more conversations and moments with you I should've stayed it's just descriptive but you may take it a different way
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Spring is in the air Robin sings by my window Snow melts to puddles Red tulip buds crest the earth Blooming with my smiling soul © Joseph, March 15, 2008 © All Rights Reserved
Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep on this grass softer than hay; all the aches make my brittle bones weak, they need rest, not asking my body to wander away... And if I fall asleep, I would like every star, spotting me. to keep watch; and should the owls, hiding amid the shadows of the hickories, emit very scary and strange sounds and fix their vicious eyes on me, angels will guard me... No harm will come to me from those treacherous evil spirits, and by just invoking His Holy Name, it will prevent any attack on me; and my light can be seen from far, this light which strengthens me: and while praying alone, I will hear the fluttering of cherubs' wings... Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep, and without the lovebirds' song, something must replace that harmony when a sudden rush of fear: slowly and uninvitingly seeps into my throbbing chest... And would I let any noise spoil this peace, to allow distrust lessen my courage and let hope cease? I am endowed with the faith of the martyrs that evil men are afraid of hearing; come Satan, try to deceive me: the Holy Spirit will abide with me 'till my awakening... Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. The collectors shall find, Lost on a course in time, Many stranded or behind, Many with no unjust crime! Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon.
since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth 10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville button is register with the st paul pioneer press which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks Tribute To The Winter Carnaville BURRRRRRRRRRR LOL Carnaville runs Jan 21-31 Also Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's Christmas In Your Town Contest
The chill in the wind exits with such grace, Buds appear atop trees high and slender, Euphoria rains down upon this place. Foliage awakens with great splendor, The touch of Mother Nature feels tender. This season one cannot help but adore, Upon treetops red-breasted robins soar, The tulips and daisies at this time thrive, Wind embraces all stemming from a tor, Spring has opened the door, all feel alive.
Cold morning greets the weary eye clouds drape the horizon in gray I turn around avoiding the sight I cannot stand with a dreary pale day And then I feel it on the nape of my neck A hint of warmth kissing my skin I turn around gazing out my window and see in the gray light the size of a pin I try not to build on my hopes the thin ray of light might be gone in a tick And then it happened the clouds parted way amazing ling quick within a moment I was a washed in light blinding brilliant and glaring so bright it was like the day had defeated the night leaving the world with breathtaking sight The orb of energy colored the sky in outrages shadows and countless hues the godly object painting its art from star to star the cosmos its muse I moved with a pace to open the door I flung it open with a giddy delight the clouds burned away by the waking of ra the life giving force of comfort and might the rays that touched the flesh of my face washed in warmth a faint tingle Colors above began to dissipate lose there sharpness leave then un mingle now the sky retains the majestic color of the all welcoming blue now nothing can stop the suns life and energy from making it through the moments I spent outside my front door revitalized my heart filled my soul I dare not stare into the great star the center so bright a positive hole I stood there soaking up the nectar my skin absorbing the vital beams Before this day I thought the world could only be this beautiful in our dreams Iam not sure to this day how long I enjoyed it how long did I stay I took the time to indulge in the feeling the blinding array The golden orb that gives life a chance nourishes its children down below refreshes my outlook changes the day shinning down for the rest to grow to bathe in its glory heat on my skin sensations burn from my feet to my chin summer is coming in its time the way it has always done the way its been Shading my eyes from the fiery glare I take a last glance at the burning sphere so filled up inside with light and warmth my lets out a rejoice full tear Once again it will set in the sky but it doesn't take long for it to appear to give the life that we all so crave and to make our days a little more clear a god to revere a star we hold dear every summer once every year it comes again to greet us here banish the dark conquer our fear once again I will gaze and ill peer on the celestial being that owns the sky the liquid fire mother our sphere
Lovely visions flow through my head memories of green, yellow, orange and red. Pictures of autumn, I can see them quite clear it is always so beautiful this time of year. From the top of this hill I can see far and wide, an ocean of colors reaching up to the sky. The wind is so cool; there is a chill in the air, it soon will be clear that winter is here. The dense heavy fog, the frost on the ground the grass now crackles when we walk around. All of the children bundled from head to toe hoping and praying that soon it will snow. Logs burn in the fireplace so warm and bright, It fills our hearts with happiness and delight. These lovely visions flow through my head, beautiful memories of green, yellow, orange and red.
"Music of the Woods" Morning sun shine, through branches of trees. Fog on the pond whirling, with red maple leaves. Whirling and dancing, to music of the woods. Slight smell of bacon, in brisk morning breeze. Small rippled waves tapping on shore, tapping tapping then tapping some more. The call of a Loon majestic and pure, this is a spot that I hold very dear. Natures symphony soothing the ear, draws me back to this place every year. By Trip Johnson
I once Knew a man who thought "things would get better." He had children and a wife. But soon left her. He met someone who "captivated his eyes." Having an appetite for her "beauty." and lies. His wife loved God and the kids with all of her heart. "How could this happen?" This question "ripped her apart." As a family. They went to church... and did their "Sunday best." How could this "happy" family turn into such a mess? Temptation can happen to anyone. Rich or poor. Be careful wha you allow to enter your heart's door. Regardless of whether you've been a "Christian" for "20 years..." One shameful act can cause heartache and tears. What God has given to you... Let no one take way. No matter what others think... Or what they might say. Stay true to God. You'll be glad you did! His love and joy will bless you each day that you live! This saviour is HERE NOW! And will never leave you alone! Allow HIM to bring peace and love to your troubled home! By Jim Pemberton 06/14/09
There was just the wind in the tall swaying grass, a whisper and no other sound. The cattle were fed and we were on the way home when we saw a newborn calf on the ground. The calf flicked an ear, but stayed in his spot where his mother told him to stay when we had called with the honk of horn to come as we threw out the hay. Now we watched, while the day had come to its close the sunlight lengthened and died the air was filled with a cows low moan and she ran as her newborn replied. We sat holding hands as the evening crept in and the stars stood out in the sky sharing that moment, a breathe in time and a bovine lullabye. Our New Year unfolded on the prairie that night with a little black calf on the ground, the whisper wind in the tall swaying grass, a whisper and no other sound.
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As we watched her from across the sea, an eerie feeling came over me. Her sisters we had met before, so happy were we when they left our shore. Slow and seductive she stayed on her course. Taunting and teasing having no remorse. For days she haunted us, we had not a clue. None of us knew what she might do. Nervous we watched her and prayed for the best. Hoping she was not like the rest. Katrina and Rita her sisters were named, her we named Wilma in hopes she was tame. Then as she eased upon our shores, we boarded the windows and bolted the doors. The rain it did pour, the wind it did wail, some houses were flooded by this tropical gale. Soon it was over, we all looked outside. The power was gone, many trees lay aside. But happy we were that she had not seemed, as mad and mean as her sisters had been.
'Twas the day before Christmas eve We gathered at the church All sat transfixed Not even a lurch The preacher was 'hot' And spoke of the stress He wanted the people To hear and be blessed "We have to remember What Christmas is about The birth of our Savior" Then someone did shout! It's not about the gifts 'Though we should always be a giver It's about He who came Bringing Life from 'The River' Now what is the reason If just a 'holiday' is this Without the birth of Jesus Another meaning is a miss So if you've given in To the hustle and bustle And can't find rest Because of the tussle Just think on these things That Jesus was born Remembering why We celebrate Christmas morn He came to bring peace Give us access to heaven All should honor Jesus On this day given So there's hope for the world To all who believe In Him you'll find rest Just ask and receive
Time has an unknown face down at the pages place a life in a life, like a weave on a loom love has a nest embrace home at the pages place a beauty, as wild as the mild meadow plume will it survive this race the land of the pages base caught on an ebb, like a web on a broom heal or be gone to pass a land that was made to last beauty to live, like the wild meadow grass all is a sacred space all in a pages race real as the engine of steam and it's tune catherine of pages place how could i forget your face you were the one that held me i was the fool that let you go. (c) s.watts
{bee's} the dancing machines please stay away from everyone's knees you very nasty {bee's} Please please please stay away from especially my knees you very nasty and honorable theives {bee's} so please fly off to those daisies for these these these are the only way I want it to { bee's } Little Song Jenny And I came Up When She Was 4 LOL Thanks All For Stopping Also Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest Funnest-hardest Poem Ever
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A field of grass Beneath bare feet The smell of rain In early spring The wind that blows Through waves of wheat That's why I wish for simple dreams The birds that sings at early dawn The sun that melts the morning frost Once shimmered by the winter moon Now drops that dance on every roof And wake the flowers from their sleep That's why I wish for simple dreams To count the stars that light the sky To close my eyes and dream at night Or lie beneath the rolling clouds With intervals of shade and warmth Nestled by a rippled creek That's why I wish for simple dreams Kevin D. Fix
First, blush, Of Spring-Summer Time Flourishing meadows, Sun glimmers, on morning dew Clouds part to let the sunshine thru Blossoms observe the sun Move thru sky Spring conveys fresh little puddles Rendering it all clear Birds drone Their glories of the day Gracefully, mighty oaks trees wave Blue Jays perched, on a rose bush A panoply of Pansies appear Like window-boxes incessant as sunshine Which blossom at her feet As morning fades In stoic silence Butterflies, delicately, flutter, Amid the flowers Plummeting, On wet verdant grass, she tumbles The fragrant air smells as clean As newly cut grass Beyond the majestic forest Bouquet of roses, jasmine encase her Sun glimmers, Whilst, the temperature is still low Flowers wave a genial hello Meandering as a cloud Her heart with pleasure fills Like a river, that flows to sea Adjacent a lake, less the trees Childhood memories precede her Taste, sound, smells, remembered Continuous, as the sunshine, in meadow Memories, of a gone Spring-Summer Time
Dear Heavenly Father as we bow our heads today We join in prayer for the blessings that you have sent our way Giving thanks for all the joy you brought to us not only in time of play Reaching out and also helping others when their lives are in such dismay Gathering together at the family table for a feast of array Thanking you Lord in so many different ways We thank you for the air that we breath and need each day Also for giving us our children as we watch them grow into mature adults before they stray From the homes where we gather thoughts and say prayers to keep our children from harms ways We thank you Lord for the sun and the engery that it protrays And for the eagles and birds that soar in our skies of blue and grey Also for the green grass and farmers fields made of golden hay As they harvest our foods that is brought to our tables in so many different ways But most of all Lord we give thanks to you for making the family come together today And joining in the prayers and thanking you for the beautiful arrays From a family that has been torn apart but still has time to gather and pray As we give thanks for our daily blessings in our own speical way While gathered together at the family table on this Thanksgiving Day {Amen}
In the corner of my eye, Ah, 'tis just a yellow butterfly! A swarm of bees on its tail, And whipping in the wind with a trail! Gallantly afloat and drifting in the air, A cardinal bird it did meet and then a bear. Flying through the leaves of a tree, And circling across the roaring sea! The yellow butterfly zips on by, Flying low and then flying high! Through the winds it did sail, Gallantly afloat a great big whale! A swarm of yellow butterflies came to share, The journey of flying from here to there! Yellow butterflies were everywhere for my eyes to see, And I was dancing in the winds when yellow butterflies started chasing me. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Leaves of a tree, Many colors I see, But mostly green. Plenty I have seen! Reminds me of me, Fallen from the evergreen! Some crumpled and brown, Dried and dead on the ground! Fallen leaves of a tree falling loosely and falling free! Reminds me of a spirit down, Fallen away from its identity! Leaves of a tree, Many I can see, But mostly brown. Plenty on the ground! Reminds me of me, Fallen from the golden crown! Some still healthy and green, Shiny and whole from what I have seen. Fallen leaves of a tree falling loosely and falling free! Reminds me of a vision foreseen, Fallen from Grace in society! Leaves of a tree, Many I see. But mostly brown! Many I have found. Reminds me of me! Fallen away from a life of dignity!
Blessed are the poor in spirit. Theirs is God's kingdom. Many blessings from God… They shall receive them! Blessed are they who mourn. They shall be comforted. In the loving arms of Jesus, they shall be well rested! Blessed are the meek. They shall inherit the earth. And shall receive from Jesus. A "brand new birth!" Blessed are they who hunger for righteousness. They shall be filled. A desire to know more of God… has been instilled! Blessed are the merciful. God's mercy they shall obtain. As they're an expression of Jesus' wonderful name! Blessed are they with a pure heart. They shall see God! Though many in this world, may think they're "odd." Blessed are those who are persecuted for God's kingdom. They share their testimony for Christ, to those who receive them! Blessed are you when others persecute you and accuse you falsely. Rejoice in the power of God! He loves you most assuredly! Rejoice that heaven shall one day be your reward! So YOU can rule and reign with Jesus our lord! Blessed are we who serve Christ… The anointed one! Blessed are God the father. The Holy Spirit. And the Son! By Jim Pemberton 10/31/10 Read Matthew 5:3-12
All around our slippery ground Rain dropping pellets a quiet kind of sound Darkened sky continues her cry August is trying hard not to say goodbye The passing of a season Drenched as we forget Hot summer to lay back Even as we still become wet There has been fair kind of weather Downpours that make shiver a lost flight of feather Are we getting too old to remember the sun? Deluge,God's Tears made sure it was done Quivering commuters,waiting on the platform Waiting to be safe at home from her Storm Laughing children of the elementary size Dancing to celebrate in the dampness of the skies Communion in Fall Status not clear As we continue to hope that a Rainbow is near Drawing to a light breeze The sky begins to dissipate Clouds are rolling on A full moon above September's rain is a memory in Song
It was me that my savior chose... He's supplied all my needs— my food and clothes. He was there when I was laid off from work. Satan was saying, "you're no good—just a jerk." I admit; "my accomplishments— I do not boast." But I do exalt the Father, the Son and Holy Ghost. If not for God's love, I'd be dead, this I know. This is the reason why I love him so! He's done so much for me— it's hard to express. The privilege of being God's son— I am so blessed! I was a clay jar all broken apart, But the potter put me together from his heart. The glue he used was his love for me, That's why I'm happy and set free! This I know and hope you'll understand, He'll do the same for you— just reach out your hand! By Jim Pemberton 2005
Have you taken the time to tell God how much you love him? He is awesome and there is no greater power that's "above him" Have you taken the time to tell God how thankful you are? The one who formed the earth, the heavens and the stars… Have you taken the time to thank him for his grace? His beauty and glory are seen all over the place… Have you taken the time to meditate on his words given? The Bible needs to be the direction for the way you're livin'! Have you taken the time to think about all that he's done? You're here today because of the sacrifice of his son! Have you taken the time to think of his beautiful creation? He rules above all kings, presidents, or any nation… Have you thought about the planets in the heavens above? All that we can see is a reflection of his power and great love! Have you thought about the relationship this God wants with you? He's waiting to come into your life. What will you do? Think for just a moment of heaven's special invitation… Won't you accept the Lord and his free gift of salvation.? Think about God's gift of life that is offered to you and me… Christ can change you and give you life abundantly! By Jim Pemberton 04/18/11
After the storm comes the calm, where peoples' lives get back to normal, The emotions of anxiety and fear, creates stress in their mental spheres, As soon as the weather breaks, everyone seeks a reprieve, just to take hearty ghasps and breathe.......... Aaaaah! The world is a beautiful, serene place again.
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unhurried thoughts sweet with honeysuckle. water melon eaten down to the rine. music from a neighbors radio on a blanket under the trees. bare feet and sunburned shoulders. warm lemonade from a pitcher cracking the ice cubes in a glass. watching the clouds make curtains on the windows of heaven. a summer day.
Winter's the season cold and white Those who hate it favor flight Warmer, sunnier places in mind But sometime monies are hard to find. Others who love the frost and snow Have many activities on the go A day of sports, and evening of pleasure Uniting to form a memory treasure. So here's to winter and all its faults Fresh fallen snow, skiers exult Cold and stormy a typical day Moonlit' rides with the horse and sleigh. And to all of us who have what it takes, Say "farewell" to those who need breaks A winter of warm, a winter of cold All balances out or so we are told.
when it comes to baseball there was one team that we shall remember from it's past it's the nineteen twenty seven N.Y Yankees amidst this legendary collection you shall find the hotest team that ever played baseball starting with their owner Jacob Ruppert followed by his general manager Ed Burrow not to mention the players starting At first base was Lou Gehrig rounding second was Tony Lazzeri playing shortstop was Mark Koenig and heading for third was Joe Dugan and at home plate was their catcher Pat Collins And in the Yankee outfield were right fielder Babe Ruth center fielder Earl Combs and left fielder was Bob Meusel Now let me introduce you to some of their starting pitchers we have Wait Hoyt or you may like to see in Herb Pennock or even maybe George Pipgras and if thats not good enought then they had Dutch Ruether and Urban Schocker and don't forget about the releif pitchers Myles Thomas and Bob Shawkey along with Joe Giard and Walter Beall while closing their games with Wiley Moore As one Washington Senator named Joe Judge said when they got tromped 21-1 in their game was these fellows not only beat you but they tear your heart out So From the chilling mocking Murder's Row of the dead ball era comes to you a great team of players that is now safe at home In Memory Of The 1927 Yankee's May You All Be Angels In The Outfield Also Entry To Matt Caliri's On Baseball Contest
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Regenerated hope, as new birth of nature begins to spring forth with warmth.
Goblins and scarecrows Hobos and whores Dress up as a playboy Become the singer who tours Make up fun riddles you can recite at the door Recieve money and candy from both the rich and the poor Carve jack-o-lanterns Make pumpkin pie Howl like a werewolf at the night sky This holiday comes but, once a year allowing you some time to just escape It empowers your imagination "Halloween" I think it's great!"
He was born this day over two thousand years ago, A Savior for the world to know. The angels rejoiced, and shepherds went to see This baby born to set captives free. In your life have you done the same, Sought the gift that on Christmas came? Have you allowed Jesus to save you from sin? Have you invited this dear Savior in? If you haven't, this is what I pray, Accept the real gift of Christmas today. It's available to you if you ask and believe And Christ as your Savior you do receive. If you know Christ as your Savior now, Share what He's done in your life somehow, And give thanks to Him on the day of His birth For what His coming into your life is worth. May you know the spirit of Christmas all year through, And celebrate daily that Christ came for you.
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My name is daisy And I like to bask in sun and be just a little lazy Yellow is my domain Don't it want to drive you just a little insane I am a world traveler Dressed in many coated furs I love to lounge by valleys and creeks Even mountain tops at their highest peaks Don't mind my matted hair May be parted but its still has golden flare Been stepped on one to many times But I bounce back every time Members of family had heads chopped off By farmers who want to lower their crops I love to play splish splash with the rain Makes my fragrance drive one insane I can even tell if you like butter By holding me under chin like there's no other So stop by and just pluck me up For I just want to be somebody's butter cup
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Nature's matriarch has dealt a harsh blow the natives struggle to survive their daily lives disrupted returned overnight to the past living as their ancestors did the warm fog of their breath quickly dissipates in the frigid air doing battle against the cold some are defeated, overcome by the mist they go peacefully in the night each morning the icy land emerges slowly cold, darkened hearths await the light one that takes many days to arrive the only heat comes from the waxy flames that warm their numbed fingertips daily they wait eeking out an existence waiting for their world to reawaken from it's winter slumber. dedicated to those individuals who lost their lives in the ice laden storm that ripped through the country January 2007
Jesus... I've been wasting my time on foolish things. Not living a godly life, nor having the joy it brings. How much of my time... With God... Is actually spent? I've never thought of what a commitment to God actually meant. I need to spend more time in God's word. And in prayer. Forgive me dear Lord. I didn't even care! Even 10 minutes with you Jesus is more than what I've given. Living for you... all of the way. Is how I should be livin'! My God... My life, I give you complete control. By your precious blood, I can be made whole! My time with you is so important to me! In finding freedom in Christ. I have been set FREE! By Jim Pemberton 2006
How lovely this day is to Be With the sunshine at play Inside my heart and all Around today Feelin' so good through And through The sunshine beaming Over and around my Shoulders Yearning Wanting to explore Tiny wings takes flight Over hills and mountains Tops They soar higher and higher Over the valley deep Calling for a change Bursting shootin spouts Of love Raining down on me Butterflies at play Sipping nectar from A cup Dashing in and out of Meadows flow At play the butterflies And the wind
There shall be a day which is coming near. Much of what people have shall dissappear. The things in life which many have enjoyed. Are being lost as many are bankrupt and unemployed. The future of many doesn't look good at all. As the economy all around us begins to fall. The stocks and bonds brought to many a "false security." Have fallen as a result of corporate greed and impurity. But wait! There's an answer to all of this "chaos and confusion." Your lifeline is a Holy Spirit' transfusion. Only by the blood of Christ can you have "peace of mind." Someone who'll be there for you "in a most difficult time." Your every need and burden can be brought to the cross. When everything around you seems "hopeless and lost." Jesus is the answer. Look to him... Who is solid and true! Through the trials of life... He will be there for you! He is more secure than a bank and will never let you down! He's a solid foundation and will put you on solid ground! He's the best unsurance.. the best 401k you'll ever know. It's only in him that you can be made complete and whole! His love is complete... steadfast and sure. His divine plane for you is 100% secure! By Jim Pemberton 2006
Season of Love by Amy Swanson (c) November, 2008 Holidays are here, and with them comes the time of celebration… times of love and laughter, times of joy and exultation. Moms and grandmas busy planning out the special dinner, while dads and grandpas talk about who'll be the playoffs winner. Kids are full of laughter, cousins run and play together, while aunts and uncles gather to discuss the news and weather. Times are hard - but love is here, and this is the real treasure… It's not about what we can buy - it's that we're all together. It's more than gifts or parties, and more than buying toys… it's not about the money spent. It's all about the joys, of being loved by those most dear to us, and loving them; of reaching out to those in need, to be a helping friend. It's not about what food we eat, nor the clothes we wear; the real celebration is love's free gift, our hearts forever in it's warm care.
Honeydew on the grass sparkles with life as the Sun comes up shining. Way up yonder the Horizon's preparing for its glorious arising. Purple, blue and gray radiantly come together and all stand out alone, Way up under this great big earthly dome. Bird's shadows fly at distances, yet each distinct by their flocks belted, And each disappears away in colorful misty skies where all of them roam! Beauty in foresight is clearly seen on this perfect unthought-of day, Even to my own likings of a surprising. Too compelling just knowing that all days are counted by, Each exact group already individualized by being numbered! Foliage secretes from its many branches of trees per several hundreds. All with there own story to make known to the unknown. Consistently re-budding as season's change to each one that is now arising. All seeming to prepare for that God-awful battle called Armageddon. Years pass on and still the Sun comes onto the horizon. Life's at a standstill, yet, steadily ticking with the hands of time to carry on. Nothing can be done to stop the cycle of our Earth's creation. For every beginning there is and ending as it is to see Dawning is "The Sun on the Horizon"! Be thankful that you have this very day, For the Sun is rising upon the horizon, What a wonderful liaison! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2001
The morning bright with rossy light Set me loose from the balmy power of sleep As the faint lights of morning breaks I gaze at the heavens propitious rays I see the light blue sky That house the bright beaming sun Though sultry it is Sweet is the shadow from the heat As it adorns the jungle greenery I hear the birds warbling notes of joy While their sweet vibrant musicals Challenge the best ever orchestras How i wish the day tarries,nay- The night fights back to seal our eyes To guide us into a new dawn
As the Sun rises on a brand new day one season ends and another is near. Gone is the rain from Spring and the warmth of Summer is here. Summer begins as the children finish the year in school, and everyone heads for the beach to play in the sand and stay cool. Summer brings us warm starry nights, corn on the cob and June brides, watermelon, cherries, fireworks,and icecream sundaes besides. Boating, fishing, eating lobster, and catching a wave. Getting a tan, watching a parade, cooking on the grill, thats how summers are made. And just as it came Summer fades and gets ready for Fall, but as I think back and remember the good times and say " God I had a ball "
How beautiful is our God... And I shall praise him greatly! His presence has blessed me and filled my life completely, In Mt. Zion, he's to be praised... in the beauty of his holiness. He's more than worthy of praise, in his glory and righteousness. The joy of the earth... and beautiful is the situation... To all of mankind... He's extended mercy and salvation. He is known in high places as a God of refuge and shelter. I will shout of his praise... there's no reason to whisper. He is our God, and forever and ever, he shall reign. He's is worthy of all praise... that is due to his name! He shall lead and guide me from birth until death. And his praise shall continually be on my breath. Thanks be to God for everything he has done! And thanks to him for sending Jesus... HIS son! He gives everlasting water that never shall run dry. It is no secret how much he loves you and I! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalm 48: 1-4
Flying the recently of fell snow in apiece A crazy sigh seemly without Of course— So easily flying–so enjoying Puller by wind And come hell or high water From the roofs or trees And while the wind stopped A clear an empty space By effects remain. Or while by any come-back The winter around In sort or strongly strike— Again, flying the snow Apiece, without of course— Again flying the snow potted Fill over streets—over roofs Over the trees… And may be snow-less indeed The terrain.
This 4th Of July To my fellow Americans, during this 4th of July. I have a question. Here's why; When we salute our flag ever so grand. Our country's foundation is sinking in "quicksand." This is because. From God... We're way "off course." Driven by lust, greed and an "immorality force ." Our ungodly government continues to rule. Anything of God has been removed from the school. We hear of "separation of church and state." Anything of God... Many people do hate! America! Listen to what this message is about. Everything of God is slowly being taken out! We must return to Jesus... Our freedom indeed. This is the right direction our country must lead. Godly living is worth the cost. For without God... America is forever doomed and lost! By Jim Pemberton 2007
Weaves with such ease Eternal seas and suns into One Avenues of harmless fun Venture in, the surfs up some. Equal marks of day and night Shorter ways to the longest light Seems to save time… Eave emits a Vernal rhyme Venture into my mind. Autumn signals the same Eternally we see without shame We ARE the intended perfection Of God's most loving devotion We are Creation. Winter Solstice Equinox Autumnal Vernal Equinox Summer Solstice
Whitecaps roll across the lake born of winter's deadly wake, huddled snow geese land amass, praying for the night to pass. As morning breaks they all take flight en masse, they are a stunning sight. Pray for them, that they may find security in warmer climes. Let them dodge the hunter's bow, shotgun shells explode below, they who love and mate for life, keep them from the butcher's knife. Like flocks of angels, pure and chaste, snow white feathers of God's grace, messengers of peace and love, a gift of beauty from above. By the window, safe and warm, protected from the winter storm, I thank God for this angelic sight, given on this Christmas night.
On my day's journey Think going to a basketball tourney Stopped by sisters house It was as quiet as a mouse Out in her garden she sits Hoe claw and gloves of misfits Peddle pushers to kaboot Gotta love her for she's a hoot She kept digging at those weeds And filling the holes with new seeds I asked if she was tired of this She replyed no as she turned and twist See hoeing your garden Is like a life's pardon You might say it's like losing weight Shedding unwanted pounds you hate The hurries and worries Even if their some kind of snow flurries As we laughed and cried I felt more pride For my sister did it to me once again Helped me weed out my own garden from within
Precious the creation of each blade of grass with wanton destruction how long can they last like showers carried on the cycles of wind knowledge is traded for gold in the end every molecule that exists is part of the whole without his consciousness mans without soul the threads of life display unequaled beauty to protect and preserve is more than a duty Guardians entrusted with care of the earth a failure of many to see what thats worth the voice of our actions how we are living that is the testimony whose service we're giving Twas Love that gave our fathers birth that wove the filaments of our earth who laid the circuits of our skies with knowledge made his children wise With careful thought designed where we would live the precious abode that to your children give nearly infinite the habitations given to explore a desire within for learning so very much more Flowers so deep in the desert blooms small decorations in so numerous rooms opulently have you adorned our planet many are those who think you have not planned it With fire and ice welded the universe the circuits of cosmos which around us skirts mankind has named them like their gods false stories that each millenia frauds each pattern contains the steps of a dance to intricate to have arrived merely by chance attempt we to trace the flash of beginning seems no amount of knowledge can prevent it from ending offered you have days of pleasure endless infinite life and resurrection of those we miss the very creation and its distribution of wealth bountiful resources and with perfect health how could I not before your promise kneel when you have offered our beings to heal where imperfection is turned into grace and all of our offenses you will efface before your people I will you extol the first and the last who gives us control I rest my soul in the course you have set because my happiness you will never forget sources psalm , prophets and the gospels COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
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A Moment of Great Opportunity… Living for Jesus— What more could be said? A moment of great opportunity lies ahead. An opportunity to live according to God's divine plan. Even though I don't always understand. A moment with Jesus is time well spent. May I give him my all... 100 percent! In him, I'm complete, having been made whole. An opportunity now— to reach the lost soul! Jesus working through me is where it begins. Satan is defeated— Jesus always wins! This moment of opportunity is mine to live. May a servant's heart I continually give. I'm thankful for the opportunity of being born again. A new life in Jesus is where it all begins! In the days ahead— there's a joy that waits. An opportunity to one day— enter heaven's gates! By Jim Pemberton C. 2008
Have you been captured by the wandering of your eyes? Things you once held as true and wholesome-- you now despise. Have you been "captured" by an outward beauty? Thereby neglecting your God-given duty? Has your soul been consumed with sin's all-consuming fire? With an uncontrollable appetitie and an ungodly desire. In your heart, is the Holy Spirit an uninvited guest? No wonder your life is in such a huge mess! Your head is filled with fantasies and temptations of every kind. You pretend on the outside. But you've lost control of your mind. For your failures—you have only yourself to blame. Now's the time to repent— and call on Jesus' name! Though your sins be red as scarlet-- they can be washed as white as snow. Only Jesus can be true peace and satisfaction to your troubled soul. By Jim Pemberton (c) 2008
Turkey Let's See Gobble Wobble Get Stuffed That's Rough Gizzards The Squirts Wishbone Hell Zone Pure Heart Boiled Tart Legs Breast Just Test Thighs Wing Just Sing Choke Neck Yes Heck Got Tom He's Bomb Tribute To Thankgiving And To BUTTERBALL TURKEYS LOL Also Entry For Donna Golden's Turkey Tribute GL All
Blazing trails of fire Ignites these purest of desires Land Air and Sea Nestled amidst the foliage's trees Alone I drift in this merciful raft Sun's candles beating on my shoulders and back For a moment I stand still in time Capturing this essence of such sweet devine Come sail with me so far away On the tips of Maryland's Chesapeake Bay Never Been There But Heard It Was Beautiful
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We're at the seasons' end I won't suffice to their Judgement for We can overcome I'm sorry I couldnt always be what you wanted me to be, My dear Marie But this is my covenant to thee We were born from the same flame you and I Without a shame we can discard the pain compared to our love it is just disdain The passion can not fly away My dear sweet marie This is my covenant to thee You're my escape when i need flee to The other side of the sea My single belief, my dear marie The passion of you and me flies away With the keeper of the bees Nightingales sleep and dream of our Starcossed beams, my sweet marie, It was meant to be This is my covenant to thee
As the Sun of new Rains begins to rise To help earth bury yesters under its guise Rustling leaves fly Down the trees Singing merrily With the breeze Knowing, its the last journey Still they come Swaying with pride Thinking not of the end But a new life Proud to be burried and transformed into dust To nurture a fresh spring from earthen crust
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warm and hazy days of gold the jewel in summer's crown unrivaled in the splendor of her burnished gown brushed with frost and falling leaves her glory much too brief the black and white of wintertime comes as natures thief only her memory remains faint in the frosty air how I long to feel again those days so warm and fair indian summer
Why do some want Christmas to be everyday? Do they not see the beauty of that one perfect day? Do they not realize how life would become If everyday was just another bright Christmas morn? Or perhaps these people are wiser than most. Do they see something the rest of us don't? Could there be some secret hidden within The good-will towards others and peace among men? I'm certain many of you would have to agree That there's something to Christmas besides just the tree The stockings, the manger, the candy, the wine, The smiles, the presents are all very fine . . . But just what is Christmas aside from these things? Aside from the holiday December brings Christmas proves there is goodness in all So why after Christmas does the magic not call? Perhaps what makes each Christmas have reason Has nothing to do with the Holiday season Maybe the source of each Christmas past Is the people behind it; why can't their cheer last? The week after Christmas, the smiles will fade The turkey, the egg-nog, the Christmas parade The holidays are over and work will resume Bringing in people dripping with gloom. But I challange you to keep Christmas living All year around don't cease in your giving Good tidings and blessing will come unto you If you keep the spirit, maybe others will too. A new world could surface out of this cheer As more people dry their last little tear We cannot make everyday perfect But if we try our efforts will be worth it. This year the spirit doesn't have to die On the wings of good people, it can forever fly With millions of people stuck in full drive The Christmas spirit truly needs to survive.
Who's this kind fellow I'm beholding @ Facebook Wearing a very nice apparel well-fitting for a Val Day's Service? Am I a genuine brother to this good-looking lady And hence where'd we quickly get to, to unite, Exchange some few words, and say a dedicatory prayer? If we'd planned to get to a brothel house some inmates There'd come fast to us, Why not forget all your norms, all raging storms Get set your tents with some little cents, take these condoms And wildly explore through whoredom? Surf with gently your web browser, launch deep, find ex-friends Without measure, Oh the pleasure, the thrill, just enjoy the Power! If we'd decided to get to the mosque, lo a most happy welcome There'd await us; we'd get some water, wash our hands, our ear-lobes, Our legs We'd get in there with our earnest songs and prayers, But remaining in separate quarters there'd be our sole choice And too difficult a solemn task. If we'd agreed to get to church ushers there'd smile with us We'd hear the din of Jesus' disciples who told the violent Blind man to live in silence, they might see us in a panorama Our blessings would seek to grab from us like clear manna, Distract our attention, retract our petition While to God we express our real penitence; And here do we stand to affirm our hearts desire We wouldn't relent in efforts our gifts to present, We'd call upon Christ, and surely get out from the mire. We wouldn't stay here long to stain the excellent aroma, On our gold, our frankincense, our myrrh. As joy and gladness are partners together May our friendship last forever; these two virtues may We never miss: Hold my hands my dear, grant me a hug My beloved, but I need on my cheeks first a holy kiss.
Satan goes about as a "roaring lion." "Seeking whom he may devour." Be careful! He could "ensnare" you this very hour! He knows our weaknesses. Our "vulnerable points" within… This is where so many of our trials and heartaches begin! He is sure up to the challenge. He's up to the task! "How could this happen to me" You may wonder and ask… He tempts you at your weakest point, and then tries to pull you down… He attempts to smash your life… Right into the ground! He tries to create havoc, confusion, and much despair… Trying to get you all alone… And catching you "unaware…" The only one who can overcome Satan and his evil force… Is the power of Jesus Christ. He must daily be your source! He alone can bring the victory! Satan is already defeated! Christ can make you whole again! With him, you're COMPLETED! His power, love, and wondrous grace is more than sufficient! He'll take away your every sin! His blood is efficient! Allow Christ to bring the victory and make you whole today! He will stop anything that Satan may "throw your way!" This "lion" will shut his mouth at the mention of Jesus' name! With HIM on board. Things will never be the same! By Jim Pemberton 04/12/11
Be it health, finance, or be it age We all are forced to look upon Whatever before us now doth lay. With a new year apporaching It's birth just hours away I wonder how many will find Themselves alone or wrapped In the arms of a loving companion Both ready and eager to meet Whatever is coming their way. When the hour strikes midnight And the New Year opens wide If you are not with me, nor I with you You can rest assured you will be in my thoughts And I hope my memory will be there with you. We all have our battles and our bridges too burn But New Years' Eve should be special For a new beginning is about to be born. We won't live forever nature will see to that We only have now the presence And it should be filled with laughter and love. Builded around a willing sprit One able to share One willing to care. For there is really not many moments to waste Life waits for noone as the hands of time move onward Their life spans become shorter Or so it does seem As this New Years' strikes up the band May it play a loud note So our hearts can sing.
Summer Light -Thru the Trees Summer Light - Spotted Me Summer Light - Palest Gold Summer Light - Bright and Bold I Saw Summer Light Descend Summer Light, Made Shadows Bend Summer Light, On An Emerald Pond I Reached Out… It Touched My Palm Summer Light, It Fell Like Powder Or a Floating Incandescent Feather Came Down, Like A Sheer, White Swan Summer Light – Lifted Wing-Like Arms So Sunrays Slanted – Shone-Misty Summer Light-Beams, Embraced Me Warm, Wonderful Summer Light Touch Me Tender, Solar- Might Summer Light, When I Was Lost Summer Light, Found Me 'fore Frost Summer Light - None Else Looked For Me… Summer Light Said, "I Always See…" I Love Summer Light
Twinkle, twinkle little star The Star of Bethlehem--that's what you are! Shepherds watching their sheep in the field Saw angels on high announcing Christ's birth The Messiah, Our Saviour--God's Only Begotten Son So they followed The Star to worship The Son Not only the shepherds--but The Three Wise Men--The Magi--from lands near and far From Asia, from Europe and from Africa said--"Let's find the long-awaited for Messiah!" And gifts of gold, frankincense and mhyrrh did they bring To The Christ Child, Our Saviour, The Baby King Twinkle, twinkle, little star I wonder where You are?! Said Herod--the evil king--to his sorcerers Where is The One--The Jewish people call their deliver?! The evil magicians replied--"We don't know but we know who does--The Three Wise Men-- and the sheperds in the field!" So just to be on the safe side--King Herod had all the male babies under two killed! When this didn't work--Herod called on The Three Wise Men For he wanted to commit another greivous sin! "Tell me--my dear men--where is The Deliverer?! Me and my sorcerers want to bring gifts to God's Son--lied king Herod--with an evil grin!" The Three Wise Men--knowing the king's evil intent Sent the king on a wild goose chase Meanwhile--Joseph--being warned in a dream--took his royal family to Egypt--on the run To protect The Messiah, Our Saviour--God's Only Begotten Son! So you see--my children--Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star--is not just a childhood story and children's rhyme It is the story of The Christ Child--The Greatest Story of all time!
She frolics on an autumn day running wild through a blood red glen the leaves on her train leap up and dance swirling around her as she sings softly to a bird in her hand: she sings of the butterfly tree. The bird leaps up he spreads his wings— he sours through the fall foliage, up , up, to the blue sky beyond where he warbles upon breeze lovingly to the crimson sun: he warbles of the butterfly tree. The sun turns away to shine among the dark he courts the quiet shade chasing away the silver moon who hides beneath a laughing brook he flirts among the dappled light as the world begins to whisper loudly to the silver shadow 'neath the brook: it whispers of the butterfly tree
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 the bounty of the earth Come Ye thankful people come For it is Autumn And the leaves are coming down Run run sweet John Barley Corn Let's play ring around the pumpkin As the harvest moon shines On the jingle jangle scarecrow For I'am just a little acorn Bounded for another harvest home As the wind shakes the barley Like a slow Thanksgiving waltz For our farmers sets the table To a wondrous haymakers hoedown For we bid ado to a Shokan's fairwell And now thank we to all our God Happy Harvest Time To All Love Kathy And Jenny May God Be With You Just Another Song Working On LOL Let Me Know What Ya Think Please
What kind of life have you been spending? Is it one of "wasteful things" and "pretending?" Things seem to be going "great." You're so proud. Does it seem like you're "walking on a cloud?" You have a family. A big house and good health. Not counting all of the "friends" and some wealth. Have you thought about who made this possible? It was God. You may find this as "improbable." His word says that everything is a gift from God on high. HE is EVERTHING! Anything else is just a lie! It's not because of you that you have all of this. To be wealthy, happy and very bliss. The next time you find yourself heading toward the door. Think about what the true meaning of life is really for! Lay your treasures in heaven and you'll find. Godly contentment and a real peace of mind. The blessings of God... Is what you need to acheive. So the treasures of his love, you'll begin to receive! By Jim Pemberton 2006
Cracks of corral emerged between the Earth's proud crown of evergreen Gleaming down on grateful Father whose arms in bloom embraced his Daughter Moon upon Moon in prayer he spent that God would grant his heart's content Now all his dreams no longer dreams but infant in his arms serene They traveled on til trails converged and River's roar ahead was heard Then there upon the shore was laid, a bless'ed barge of birchbark made. From the River's roots they rowed, embarking on a fate unknown Wide-eyed Child soothed by Father's song amidst echoes of the Wild's call Sweetly metered by sweeping oar he told her tales of life before The great divide of Earth and Sky, of Land and Sea, of Day and Night How God by grace named each creature each fish and fowl each fir and fur Then in His hands mixed clay and sand, the gift of life breathed into Man. Between each bend dear Daughter grew and saw the world from worn canoe Floating onward until the day she traded hums and howls to say Father, Father, I understand! With lamb and wolf we share this land! How scattered seed grew into tree and tree we carved for pole to feed Father you've grown and given me your faith and love so I might be Someday just like you a Giver on the road of life, the River!
God...give me the strength to stand up against this evil tide. May I be a Christ-like example for God's "winning side." Standing up for what is right is often hard to do. I must do it God...if I'm going to be a follower of YOU! You're an awesome God who knows each person's heart. But, so much of our moral fabric has been "ripped apart." God looks down from heaven and sees our wickedness and shame. As so many have ignored his word and cursed his HOLY name. Jesus--what must I do to reach this lost and dying nation? As a wave of evil spreads and destroys your creation? I must tell others of your grace and redemptive power. I must act quickly. with each passing hour! His judgement is coming. Make no mistake. It's time to receive his salvation.. .the hour's growing late! As our nation needs a mighty Holy Ghost delivering. Help me to help others to be ready for Christ' appearing! One day soon, Jesus Christ is coming again! Even so Lord Jesus... come quickly... Yes and Amen! By Jim Pemberton 2009
So many empty spaces with cracked dimensions as stardust flew by. So I counted to ten and held my breath knowing this would just never end. At every angle there was a gap so I tagged them all with messages to send. I stepped through portals leading me to places orbiting way too high. I passed through broken dreams and landed where the Sun never shined. No Moon, no Stars, and no galaxies were straight, much less aligned. The Earth had gone completely berserk and the seasons were sudden to change. It was the gap warping time and even the people looked far beyond strange. I listened to faint vibrations and watched galaxies as they all weakened. Time was lost and gone forever, for they had all been forewarned and told. I found a spot and planted the last starlight and watched closely as it strengthened. It grew and grew even withering through the hot and cold. Shooting through portals I spread my light and left it a sparkling trail. Ray by ray a beam filled the gap and lit it up by my new starlight's flaming tail. ®Registered: Ann Rich 2005
bounty of the earth come ye thankful people come for it is autumn and the leaves are coming down run run sweet John Barley Corn Entry To Kristin Reynolds Autumn Tanka Contest
What a special time of year.... I,Santa and my minion of elves making a gazillion toys for all the giddy girls and boys. Just what are some of the things they will find under the tree? Let's see !! Colorful cars that go vroom vroom and twin engine planes that zoom. Remote control trucks that tumble around the room.Oh these things simply can't come too soon! There's the cute little doll house with a canary canopy and the stocking stuffed to the brim with sugar coated candy. Oh my, what about the indestructable tank with the turret that pivots or the tried and true toolset equipped with screwdrivers, pliers, hammer and yes, even a rack of rivets. I almost forgot about the long-legged dolls with their fancy silk sweaters and dresses. Oh how girls love those that talk or cry, or ..... yes, even make little messes. Then there are teddy bears,dolphins, monkeys, ...stuffed animals of all kinds. Oh, is it possible for the youngsters to get these tantalizing toys out of their minds? Chutes and Ladders,Candyland, Twister, Guess Who, a smorgasboard of board games. Oh yes, after this Christmas Day, nothing could ever be the same. Then there are cd's, dvd's,mp3s you name it, even cell phones to call. And no, that's certainly not all. Catchers mitts, frisbees,yo-yo's or better yet, a new leather basketball. Robots, Light Bright,Spirograph, we are busy making toys for tots. And I don't think I need to tell you No matter how you slice it... there's alot. But I'm running out of time here you see and there's no limit to what can be found underneath the tree. Every year Christmas provides a new story. I know I hold a special place in the hearts of people both young and old. But I will be the first to admit Christmas is not about me or what's under the tree, but might I be so bold as to say we must not forget that the real Christmas story is all about love. It starts and ends with the gift of Jesus sent to us from His Father above. For without that very "special delivery" Christmas Day we wouldn't even celebrate. No, as a matter of fact, December 25th would simply be just an ordinary date.
spring is the season of rebirth and renovation a time for renewal and rejuvenation a time to clean house, to bring about some change a time for our spirits to be rearranged it's a ritual that requires a diagnostic regime a season to repair and fix everything a transformation of our hearts, minds and souls a time to reassess and readjust our goals it's like going to the doctor for an annual check-up to see if everything is on the up and up as women we must be especially aware and mindful of the changes in this flesh that we bear God wants us to prosper in our own season He wants us to be whole in body and sound in our reason yet society seems to be in a state of disintegration and women's health issues are in a precarious situation it's time that we move forward and finally see that preventive care is not beyond our own capability to bring about our wholeness we must also participate with our doctors and God make a covenant a partnership, a collaboration to work in harmony for God gave us these bodies in generosity God promised that through faith we will be renewed so connect with your doctor and the spirit in whatever you do be willing to change, repent and atone abide by the word that God sent down from His throne be humble and submit to God's grace let a healing spirit be put into place but before you can be healed you might have to reach certain height take responsibility for your decisions whether they're wrong or right and turn from your rebellious and wicked ways humbly submit to God and to Him pray God Himself came to earth so that we could be healed He took on the flesh of man to feel what we feel His death was the sacrifice and redemption for our salvation Jesus died upon the cross to give us reconciliation we are now the vehicle that He uses to show His power and glory His earthly creations who will continue to tell His story as women we are the carrier to create and sustain life the vessel that gave birth to His son Jesus Christ as women we possess humbled spirits and personalities and willing to walk by faith on His authority as women we are transformed whenever we pray and we will submit to God's will and to His ways as women we have a need to repent for our sins and mistakes with a desire to be healed and will do whatever it takes spring the season of renewal and rebirth a time to reassess our situation here on earth a season to clean house and start over anew a season of transformation, a long time overdue
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so sure to intice my soul delight my life and make it whole, in control of all beautiful things and promises upload, so destin to recieve and belive my love,which was like an hour glass never gone, she wore blue and red and never a fled sexual flings encounters in beds,never upset always ready to live to the extremity so calm until she gone off a drank with me, I would never fall away from trust a must to compromise trust emburst into smiles and hugs always there to cherrish me the one i love
The sky beckons me open these eyes and we do The owl and I We turn our gaze unblinking to the sky, The heavens above and together we see We see as two the clouds are touched with cerise, Sighing into deeper hues until they merge Merge with the water drained cerulean tiredness of those many underbellies as if As if the fresh colour can soothe the storm resting within. The skies breathe down cool air, crisp . . . and clear It touches everything With something more than just life, Carries with it the promise of tomorrow, The foreshadowing of nature's style awakening after the long winter's cooling embrace. As if she can barely contain her urge to scream Scream out in freedom As if she can barely contain her cries of stretching Stretching out toes and fingers Revelling in the these her first movements that bring Bring forth the blooming promise Whispered in the sky of summer's raining sheaths of tresses caressing Caressing this hungry earth. With all the tired souls falling rapt by the newly forgotten tears Tears still lingering in the lightly licking touches of grass yawning from sleep. Yawning from sleep. Beneath the timid warmth of our stretched out toes When our souls are tickled Tickled by the dew dropped eyelashes of the earth. And . . . And as always the moonset vanishes for this first kiss is only false One like the first rays of dusk across the night swept sky and lands lingering Lingering beneath the moon's subtle glow, That false dawn with all its memories intact of yesteryear. Where once walked the souls of children undreamed When we were young in the expanse of this our home When the dirt beneath our bare feet was still untouched by time And this This is what I see in the sighing Sighing of the midnight star.
In winter we wait, Springtime around the corner. Birds singing their song.
The Faeries of Heartstone inlaid The Wise Ways In a bound book In the Kings' Library Illuminated words So carefully bound A journal too... Inside, all the names, of all the Kings and Queens and all who had served before Such beauty you never saw The opened book Warm glow Chapters and words Spilled across the pages Colourful illustrations Recording the seasons and ages The words The love of all things The whispering trees The love of all seasons The love of winds The love of starlight The love of sunbright The chapters unfold With colour With gold
The feeling is overwhelming Of having the cool breeze brush your face Just a touch of sun on you Looking at the ground just thinking one more step Your almost there you tell yourself But really there is still another lap ahead You don't give up you just cant Your tired but have the motivation to stay ahead Because you know you can do good Your in shape and feel great Then you have your team mates too On the side cheering for you Wanting for you to do good Because they know the feeling you are having They care so you care They cheer so you cheer You finally finish good or bad It doesn't matter because you had the great feeling of running This is our sport This is Track
She is exposed, the last of her finery released by a cold snap, leaves in a cluster blown by a winter born breeze stirring in the shadows Paying homage, she bows fairly kneeling before the approaching winter solstice, and flushed with victory, though seemingly defeated, begins to weep For she knows her restoration lies in the transient spring
Learning Sabbath Learning Sabbath Some people have much silver and they count it in the box some people have there dollars cut in half and have too much some people have no money but have a better half some people have a life even if its just inside them or there wife even iff she is so far away on Sabbath Day. Eye walked and gathered food and let the food place fallow lie on sabbath day. Eye walked and begged no money on the sabbath day eye walked and carried food away on almost every sabbath day but if eye want to tell the truth and never lie then eye must say there had to be at least a sabbath day eye kept sometime no judgement come to me as eye am not professing law to keep but lawgiver come on sabbath day so sweet at end of life to come eye have the only one the last one eye must keep and not be late it's Heaven found above no fable of a pie in sky no fable but the truth no fable of a someday world but one of solid youth the strength of elder the hope on GOD the wonder of a life changed into a life of wonder and of old turned into young Saturday will come.
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The comet streaks Across a moonlit sky Through the cumulus clouds It catches your eye Unsure of where it's been Unsure of where it will go It's only caught in a fleeting moment As the clouds let loose their snow Anything can happen On a moonlit winter night The power of nature's majesty Can make everything feel all right
The hardships in life you must endure. If your faith in Christ is to be sure. It's easy "to give up." Anyone can do it! The challenge is to "trust Jesus to see you through it!" Living for Jesus "is more than just talk." Adversity will challenge your faith and walk. Trusting Jesus will end all complainin' and cursin'. And will make you more of a Christ-like person! You'll have strength, courage and a desire to win. Knowing that Jesus will meet your need again and again! Your faith and love for God will grow to be strong, knowing that "in the arms of Jesus you surely belong!" By Jim Pemberton 2005
The icy wind blows down........ Snow flurries fall from the Princes' Crown Inside that wintry glow............ Is a heart beating............. Wanting love so....... Wanting this meeting.......... Who can touch the heart? Of a prince aloof and cold? Which princess? ,the love can hold? Steel grey eyes........... Hidden sparkle too The shyness revealed The Prince of the North to take.............. The beauty of every snow flake, and lay before a princess a gift of love healed....... Upon a snowy field For ,the Princess gave a gift long ago.......... A gift,so bright So one day he might............. Venture forth from the cold land.......... Under the gift so............ The gift of the Northern Light, and ask for the hand of the Faerie Princess........... The Faerie Princess, and her dancing light brought to the North........ Something bright...... The heart began to melt.............. Of the Prince that saw her Upon a snowy field and his heart did yield
The world's a grand kaleidoscope comprised of shuffled scenery. It shares its everlasting grace as we walk amongst its majesty. Green geysers sprout from earthen springs with herbal shards as ornaments. The blossoms of the world parade to the joy of floral increments. Somewhere wet winds from sunken skies are lapping at the copper shores, while boiling citric blood erupts from the depths of tawny mountain cores. Small sugar stars come shooting down from ivory puffs like joyous tears, and raging river rapids roar at the royal sky so crystal clear. A veil of sable feathers whisks across the evening's coral lake; the sparkling sprites of moonlit night promenade throughout its dusky wake. The choral cries of quadrupeds resound from caves and forests deep, while busy pinion-folk take wing to their nests where helpless hatchlings sleep. A searing guild of golden tongues cascades from mouths of ashen gales, and passive clouds of floating dew skim along the rugs of vernal vales. A school of silver shadows dance beneath cerulean sheets of glass, while frail auroral arthropods play amongst the rows of emerald grass. Somewhere a frozen pyramid is rising from a powdered sea, while bright prismatic tapestries serenade the heavens' purity. The world's a grand kaleidoscope, revolving, free from mortal strife. Can not we learn to cherish it, as we turn its fragile shades of life?
During this past year I think of what I wanted to "achieve…" And think about the things that I've received… I think about the trials and mountains that have arisen… It's almost like looking through "a glass prism." The times we've had together… As a family normally would. There are things I wanted to accomplish, that I knew I could! But there's one thing most important that is a reminder… What's done for God is what I call the "ultimate decider…" The treasures that I lay in heaven will be more precious than gold. And will be a blessing to future generations untold. There are blessings from God that I've gained… I have very little room to really complain… As this next year is before us and is about to appear… I know the coming of my Lord draws ever so near… May I make plans to live with my beautiful Lord. In heaven… May I seek to have my treasures stored… Only in Christ … Will I find true joy and contentment… May I let go of any unforgiveness or resentment… Thank you my Lord for everything that you've given! You've blessed us and are the reason I'm livin'! By Jim Pemberton 12/31/10
Your touch makes me glow like bright leaves with Chlorophyll in the autumn breeze © Joseph, 10/30/07 © All Rights Reserved Comments: The Japanese Senryu format has three lines as follows: the first has five syllables, the second seven syllables, and the third five syllables. The pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The Senryu is about an emotional expression, human nature, and things in the human realms which maybe satiric or humorous.
a red sky at night and red sky in the morning sure has some old roots
I believe we're living in… What many call "an x-rated society…" The "pleasures of life" come in quite a variety! Just about anything someone wants, comes with "a push of the button." But when it comes to anything of God… "He ain't nothin.'!" Where we will be tomorrow… No one seems to know. As many seek "fulfillment" for their "empty" soul… What's right or wrong… Has been "turned upside-down." While the tide of wickedness reaches every city and town… While so many minds seem to be filled with this world's pollution… People are looking for answers… And a solution! Our hope and faith certainly doesn't lay in our possessions. Nor in our dark secrets, and "secret obsessions…" To those of you who perhaps, are waiting for a "government bailout…" Let me tell you what the true meaning of living is all about… Jesus is our security! 100% guaranteed life and health insurance! It's only in him, we can have a "blessed assurance!" Only he has the power to rescue us from the horrible mess we're in! And it's only in him… Where true freedom begins! He gives a true definition to what we call "The American dream…" He alone is our foundation. The truth. Our everything! May the words; "In God we trust" apply in everything we do! Let these words be woven into the great "red white and blue…" As the good news of Jesus Christ is shouted loud and clear… The "darkness" across our land will soon disappear! By Jim Pemberton 03/07/10
june-uary where we still have to cover up our little dairy airys can't open the windows for in fear of it still may snow but it did reach ninety eight in may but soon how it went away now nights reaching for that extra blanket as temputures hits the low double digits waking up to morning dew butterflies can't and won't even land and chew clouds of mattered grey just won't let the sun come out to play just raindrops tapping on my window as the fury wind whips and blows cotton balls fluttering thru the air hearing aw choo's everywhere not sure if the sun will ever shine or if the temputures will get out of their binds for I know july is right around the corner and I want to be able to celebrate with other horner's so june-uary please turn your other cheek and return our sun for which we seek
Morning is the most promising time of the day, It's new and fresh,another new beginning for what we do and say, we can at least try, although it may not go our way. With the dawning light we have hopes and dreams we want to project, morning is our quiet, secret, time to decide what we select. The season shouldn't have a say, It's morning, with 24 hours to make a new day...
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It's dark. Even through closed lids I've perceived the monotonous treachery the day has in store. I suppress a moan within my chest, and my bones creak with illusory age. Another dawn which is not impedes upon my shallowest slumber. The persistent knockings of raindrops voice my doubts and shortcomings of the day ahead. How long must I bear the imbalanced sleet extending winter? Though I sleep no longer, the spirited fingers of motivation do not see fit to untwist the lashes of my resting eyes. I seek no better reason to lie in my nest of deepest self-pity. My burrow of darkness may ease my aching body, but it cannot soothe the dread that churns my soul and mind. Who can know? How many sifting moments passed? What portion of my day had faded gently into nonexistence... before that tender song rang out? Yes... I hear it. Not a figure of my desire dragged out to taunt me. No: a simple, cheerful song... perhaps three, or maybe four. My eyes unfold with the wish to validate these incoming perceptions. The gayest chirp of birds amongst the pressured rain? With booming curiosity I stumble from my bed and arrive to a covered window. I draw back the shade as my eyes squint in anticipation of the coming intensity. And it is exposed: the brightest sunlight of the country pierces my tired mind, as there is not one cloud for miles. A smile breaks across my face as I discover the source of raindrop noises: the snow is melting, and the gutter collects its tears.
Christmas should be everyday This is alot more than a Holiday So now each time that I pray I ask Jesus to guide me on what to say Gifts,toys,and food are all okay. I want everyone this holiday season To truly know the real reason. Is all about our Jesus that is now Risen And it's all because of him our sins are forgiven. From my heart Merry Christmas everyone Keep that faith in Jesus and we won't be out done.
As we go along in our busy life it is easy to forget the important things of life. So as we look twords the season before us let us slow our selves and seek reflection of a new kind. One that is without pain and suffering. One without hunger and sorrow. Let us see each and every one in and out of our lives in a new light, a glow if you will, a shine like no other. Let the spirit of the day stand year round and let us be as God wishes us to be faithful and true, generous and kind. Let us listen for those in need and help the lost to be found. See it as I do that you and I are not that different. Black or white, or other as we may be we are one and the same. So as you set at the table with your family and friends give thanks for what you have and pray for those less forchent than you. As you open your gifts stop and vishulise the young child that in his or her heart they are truly blest that they have the roof over there head. Let us truly honor the worlds one true guest this year. Let us honor our Lord and Saveyor Jesus Christ for without him their would be no true life to live.
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Neither Mother Nature nor Father Time Has ever railed any accusation Against God with reason or with its rhyme For earth's travails, there's no gratulation In deeds of the gods evil to the hilt Who bring such slanders; yet, they hold the guilt With the prince of the power of the air Who comes to kill, deprive and raze; the theif Of the kings and rulers everywhere, Orchestrating casualties and grief, Thrusting in his sickle and clutching the snath In anger and hatred reaps earth in wrath, For he was cut down; falling to the ground He drew the third of the stars of Heaven With him, and his pomp; his viols did sound Within his chaos until day seven When God had made good that void with form and On the day before gave man its command. Thus, rage of the serpent was so subtle To steal the crown to be god of this world, But his time's cut short since God's rebuttal; So he takes out his vengence, and it's hurled At those who have no law and make no pledge, At overcomers gaurded with a hedge; The winds, earthquakes and fires pass by with force, But God only good, is without the blame When Father tells Mother to take this course; Since the gods follow evil to the flame, The earth is in sorrows to be redeemed, And God is the One most often blasphemed.
I laid on my back and gazed at the sky Clouds seemed to float through layers of blue A falcon soared by and caught my eye The chickadee's song was a sweet coo-coo Afternoon soon melted, the sun sunk low Orange and pinks danced across the horizon Overhead the moon began to glow Day has now faded, night has just begun Old, Mister Cricket raises his fiddle Many young fireflies dip and dive Everything is but a merry riddle Midnight's not dead, it thrives, said I The simplicity of a single day Living, beautifully, my perfect Lord's way
Autumn weaves its tapestry Of colors bright and bold A symphony of nature A royal vision to behold On mountains high and valleys low Everywhere one looks The master artist paints a scene Unmatched in picture books Then as the tapestry unravels We reflect on seasons past Wondering why the beauty Of autumn can not last
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I love you my Lord! You are my strength! Your love for me reaches a non-measurable length You Oh lord, are my rock, fortress and deliverer… Your beauty shines brighter than the purest gold or silver! You, Oh God… Are the horn of my salvation and my high tower… You reign over the earth in your majesty and great power! I will call upon the Lord who is so worthy of all praise… He is my peace and comforter all of my days! He shall save me from my enemies and bring the victory! I have found strength from him and a holy sanctuary… Though the sorrows of death often surround me… God's victory over death continues to astound me! At times, the crowds of ungodly men cause me to fear… But I draw comfort in knowing that God is always near! I bless the Lord for being so steadfast and true! I don't really know where I'd be… without YOU! You heard my distress and answered my cry… As one day I shall be with you at that mansion in the sky! By Jim Pemberton 05/30/10 Read Psalm 18:1-4 t
GROWN-UP OF SNOW The wintertime came vigorous, fall in torn rivers, trees, hills by snow spacing white boots let imprints stepped across trails roofs in split white water crystal Villages masses and sight snow shown as term Thanksgiving thou Christmas ritual it eras – Folks made balls and struck targets wherever sculpt figured of statues' chart in precious skaters sped brash in snow-hill roads Outlaw drunk water-crystal melts in grass. Drivers saw naught at windshields, at feet headlights up reach tiny space snow falling roads, the heinous nights induce the minds roads' and transit-line sign up coating Of snow, who can fallow it? Up hit by shovel roads pull up thy eyes. Deers south for grass foods lost up ground coat-ice floors-snow became the terrain And ice fishiest regions' build-up. Spring came lit, grants ripen the Villages but, not bodies wanna steps by melting ice while' snow sight gone we knew the place and each thing pass-off regress nature way The rains hitting, and buds sprouting anew!
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As autumn bids the land farewell And winter's visit starts An air of pure enchantment Stirs something in our hearts The sleeping earth is covered in white As the snow falls gently down A sight to behold as the sun comes up The trees adorned in ermine gowns The roofs of houses wear snowy crowns On the hills children shriek with delight The odor of hickory hangs in the air Hinting of a fireplace warm and bright Yards are dotted with snowmen Each with a jolly bright face Jack Frost drapes the windowpanes With a shawl of silvery lace Footprints dot the landscape And in the wintry chill A majestic stag stands regally A king upon the hill Winter is a masterpiece Designed for all to see A living showcase arranged by God To be enjoyed by you and me
The forest's hill is high, not rocky,infertile or steep; colorful and fragrant flowers adorn its grassy slopes without gleam, breathing among the fallen trees as the ravens scrutinize and sigh... My warm forehead is sticky, and ready to drip sweat; it's almost the end of July as I observe a brisk,yellow canary seeping the pond's misty and stagnant water laying beneath the huge branches of a white oak... Some raindrops hit my uncovered head, I look up the the hazy sky for sure signs of unpleasant weather to end the unaccomplished task of exploring nature in all its wonders and strange mischievousness; but despite the sensed danger, I continue this very short jeourney... Oftentimes I have ridden down this bridle's path,where alone, I have wittnessed changes in scenery: gliding green tree-tops invaded by sunlight, so brilliantly enticed by mistery, and visible from the blazing sky... My curious glance extends to the very end of the stupendous and dense forest to capture the shining rays of light, at noon, penetrating deep through patches of blue; and unlikely the trails of falling stars that hold our breath in inspiring awe and fade, they awaken a sense of wonderment and admiration for such an enlightenment...
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Warm rain gushes from the bright sky, to free all clouds of their heavy weight and nourish everything below... even the dry beak of a sparrow; we didn't ask for it and yet it came unexpectadly to end our physical thirst... another reminder of mercy! The thirsty crows invade the drenched meadows, once so dried-out and yellowed, to resemble an arid desert; water sustains life on this planet... and allowes the low rivers to overflow when winter can't bring any snow; then...is all hope useless? There'll be lots of beautiful flowers this spring, even those silent bells will joyfully ring; a brighter sun will radiate... illuminating our path until evening: so much joy in our singing, a perfect time to meditate! Warm rain gushes from the bright sky, surprise sparkles in the unbeliever's eyes; doubts make us unhappy and weak... considering the dark side of things! Vision makes us soar above the awesome stars, while despair causes our souls to die!
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deep in the forest whispers of the wind speaks to enchanted forest
Small darting lights, through the whispering trees Through Heartstone Faerie flights A castle cannot be... Without a faerie Magic in the air What it all means, to you and me Lilting song from a Heartstone faerie Will touch you deep This where your heart does belong Love filled the air Music too Soft faerie light The colour, so rare Where it all began Lost in time The faeries found A land sublime The kings wrought A castle The faeries blessed the ground Through out the years Faeries were here, through laughter and tears Weddings The coming of the darkness Faeries, were always there Small darting lights Through the whispering trees Through me Filled me with colour If you could only see... The heartstone what can be
Rain drops splashed hard against my face... Winds swirled about in many a place.Roofs and tree tops flew off through out the air...All damaged property was spread all about,and everywhere.After hurricane Katrina-FEMA fell asleep at the wheel..They were slow in helping people to rebuild and to heal!Those in charge were too slow to act...Fema was too slow to make contact and react!How can we put faith in people who are left in charge?Government officials are like wolves set loose in a chicken coop... Oh so careless and loose at large!Trailers are needed to be placed on land...Supposed by God loving people,don't seem to want to lend a realty lending hand!Katrina could have been avoided...If expert's warnings had been so heeded,all loss of life and money would have been voided and not needed! 01-11-2006'.
Salvation came to the earth In the form of a baby boy Born that first Christmas day That the world might experience joy. A picture of His Father in Heaven He showed the world as He grew, And brought love and compassion To all, not just a few. To fulfill God's plan of redemption, He gave His life on a cross, Dying and then rising again To make eternal life available to us. Now He's coming back soon To take God's children by His side. As we celebrate His birth this Christmas, He asks, "Are you ready to be my bride?"
My son, my son! He will one day put up his arms And shout out, "Play!" He'll scribble walls, my young aesthete, bang pots and pans to his own beat. We'll hide and seek in show'rs of May, and learn what clouds and stars might say. He'll run while stumbling with his feet and singing out his laughter sweet. I know he'll grow with every turn. My teachings round his mind he'll churn. I pray the good that I'll instill enhance his power of free will, And when he leaves he might secern what saves his world or makes it burn. I hope his life shall then distill some greatness, making life a thrill. I hope my days will still allow to reach these dreams I hold somehow, 'Cause now's the summer of my life and I've no child, and lost my wife. If Fate my dreams does disavow, my art I heighten starting now. I'll also try by virtue rife to win my place in afterlife. Remembered I might never be, most humans try this commonly. Astounding this we try, agree? To endure like minor deity.
Guard my heart from all the worldly pain Bring peace to my soul And from sin let me refrain For I have been so broken for so long By Your light teach me right from wrong Help me to walk in Your way without a doubt Bring me to my knees And Your name I shout The journey seems so dark I cannot find the light To me bring goodness , love, and what is right. Help me to believe Your word will prevail When I was once so strong Now I feel so frail Bring me back to the place Where the darkness is no more Close my past, give me a future of hope Let my heart soar Take away the sadness And bring joy back into my life The pain is so deep. It cuts like a knife Where is the compansion that I'm longing for Bring me back to the place of peace that I was before I know that place I felt the warmth of Your light Take my burdens and help me to win this fight
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A word and a breath but it's the thought that counts. Up or down in or out love and trust is what it's all about. To you I say can you hear me perked up on the mounts. You are in or you are out. A touch and a whisper but it is the kiss of truth. Knelt or bent I am down on my knees. And I beg you please. To me I say can I hear me or am I aloof? Language arts is a dance in the breeze, With a summer squeeze, A winter's pinch, The spring's stench, Even the autumn's leaves! Bathing in the words and dancing like a twit. Singing in rhythm and painstakingly making a switch. Language arts is a breeze on the summer Seas. Lifting you up or pulling you down and spinning you all around, It will knock you to your knees, Lifeless and unbound! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2005
Life in the city Spins itself out now The scene is quite pretty Pedestrians say"wow" Spins itself out now As the cool air flows Pedestrians say "wow" Yes, the season knows As the cool air flows We take joy in the icy sun Yes, the season knows It's about time we had fun We take joy in the icy sun Snow falls on the ground It's about time we had fun Let the chimes sound Snow falls on the ground Life in the city Let the chimes sound The scene is quite pretty
I like ants. They're adorable. With their tinky little bodies and legs, They put a tiny little smile on my face. I remember there's things I love about the world, Like how each ant, Works all day with his family, And how they all built their home together, On a crack That someone will inevitably step on. I respect that ant. As a child with minimal understanding, I would make games Of crushing ants beneath my sneakers, Or blowing down their noble mounds. I would never do that now. Those ants inspire me! If I venture outside with laziness On a ninety-five degree day, I find them scurrying faster than days past When the temperature Had been seventy! Their endless motivation tickles me. To see an ant this spring is to remember That there's more Than winter's obnoxious squirrels And harsh words from a chilled humanity. Where were those ants all winter?
A day is coming and passes away. Memories are adding in a Life tray. Few good or wrong and bad occasions, Cycling in a cycle but all in seasons. Fate is treating in a same defeating, Unfortunate person is always waiting. Working hard but admitting a mistake, Wasting his time and fishing on a Lake. One day will come I'll be a fortunate, I will tease my mate to reach at late. Money will play a game to roll overcome, When she'll love me I'll open a bear drum. We'll dance together to sing a song, A day'll come brighter after a dark long. Money has a life but life is nothing, Opportunity is risk, achieving something.
The air outside, an invisible blanket of ice that lays against the skin with hidden pins. That momentary shock as face collides with glass and paralysis for a moment grabs your limbs. When looking out the window to the garden, to the grass the brickwork and the green. I see what can only be described as a natural wonder, I see the fire in the trees. The brown and rotting leaves, laying edged from the branches, I see the skeleton exposed, as the rays set the body alight. Enhancing its beauty as it stands still above the houses, Peaceful, awaiting the night.
There was once a time when I dreaded the sun All throughout the summer I had no fun I was hiding in oversized clothes ashamed of me Couldn't be the women I wanted to be I hated everything but the woman I used to hide I wanted to reach for the inner side Everyone would look comfortable and great I had to cover up and conceal my hate I felt ashamed of my body growing It was the transition of me and knowing But now I have grown and the summer is bliss I run out side for a long summery kiss I crisp and tan I'll chill out for as long as I can I'm happy being who I always was deep inside teens Now the women I am, shines and beams
When she takes breath And fuels her self sacrificing flames, Her carbon-dioxide – translucent rays Cascade through oxygen, scorching The atoms, weighing them down Until they smash into the dirt, Blowing up a tiny fuss, a radius Of crimson scars. Not content she licks my arms and face, Leaves a trail, attracting to her stare She is no fool and cannot be distracted By factor thirty. She dances with the wrinkles on my skin, Licks me harder, Strips me bare.
One shadow. Two shadows.. Three shadows... And two remain when the third one fades, Until the light is directly behind me. And then there's just one. As I move further away, a second and third one Is cast from the light just ahead, And one of the three disappears As the other joins the one behind me, Like an off-centered aura; And when I walk from whence I came There is my shadow and its aura in front of me, Mimicking my every movement, until they join as one. Then two others appear as I near a light, The two at my side are strong, As the one in front flickers away, So goes the one at my left side; And the one behind, alone, slowly walks ahead of me. Almost simultaneously disappearing, Until the shadow with an aura appears And move around from back to left to front; And so goes the cycle as I move from light to light, Until I see only one shadow, Which slowly fades as I turn to go left, Then a lighter one angles long and leftward, Disappearing quickly as the two reappear At an angle behind me, to my left, then a bit ahead Until I turn left again and rest beside the column, And there I rest just me and my shadows.
I cant wait to hear the mockingbird sing, Then we will know we are into spring. I have been waiting for such a long time, Never debating natures determined mind. Now there's a grey bird, cleaning and preening, Made his perch by my window, feathers are beaming. He has a black head, but the rest is all grey, I'm so glad he visits, I hope he will stay. He sits there for hours, and we have a little chat, Insects he devours, some are so fat. Then the cardinal visits, this crested finch, Plumage a blazing, waiting for his winch. I think she a little shy, our maiden-in-waiting. The apple of his eye, his love she is craving. They will make their nest, among the trees, Where there's plenty of insects, for their needs. So this is what's happening in my nest of the world, Waiting on the sapling for leaves to unfurl. Springtime among us, not far off, Forget all the cold, forget all the frost. Everyone smiling, they are so glad, To be past this winter, it was so bad.
It seems that the fresh taste of water is about all we can expect in this barren year No new hopes They'v all been still born Let the old one out with the wind Don't worry about any of this for very long For ther's a new year in the offing Filled with sex and candy magic and spices from far distant lands
The trip is short there is no return route we must pass through this winter without fear This season is marked by icy winds and crystalline snowflakes we'll challenge the winter freeze with candles which give off a sweet aroma and spread light beneath a darkening sky yes, we'll feel the chill Yet we now realize that our journey will be fruitful and that thowe who preach despair will be swept away by the winter wind and put to rest by the songs we sing and by the glow of our life's energy - which is now dormant but will be revived in due time and though we are buffeted by the winds of time and change we will leave our legacy to the next generation who will face the stormy weather with the same resolve we show in our best moments
soaring blue yonder over clouds silver lining reaching new milestones
Hello my fair weather friend, nice to see you again. Lost the gleam in my eye, felt my soul had died. Felt my anger turn to rage, Felt I was once again in a cage. Felt my heart get torn in two, And around me was no you. I wanted to run and hide, Instead sat alone and cried. I felt no power in my hands, Felt as if I was sinking in the sand. I shaded my eyes from the bright sun, And spoke to no one. Then you fell, To you I have so much to tell. I know you`ll only stay a while, but my friend you made me smile. I know I will fill you on your next passing, For my love of rain is ever lasting.
Summer time hits and I feel like s.h.i.t Can't control this feeling inside of me I feel out of place I can't keep up with this race I'm constantly falling backwards Nothings happening Why does this always have to be me I'm just a scared little girl being force to grow up I have to face this world but they've denied me entry and it seems like everyone else has made it everyone knows exactly what to do and here I sit so out of place and I don't know what to do So why do I feel So useless inside It's how you made me feel when my access got denied I got denied the world Everyone keeps telling me I have to do something I can't just sit on my a.s.s and expect things to happen But how am I suppose to make miracles by myself I need your help Why do I feel So alone?
As we go through our sorrows and our grief,knowing your in heaven is our relief. We know god took you for his reasons,and we`ll remember you through every season. You will be missed everyday and we`ll speak of you when we pray. So when our tears fall like rain and when we feel there is nothing to gain. We know it isn`t true,for Jesus is carrying us,while he is holding you.
Deep in summer wood where beauty grows This garden, home of the bramble rose This high wall bordered in pink The bramble rose, high above us all Soft ferns of jade This green, does not fade Hidden delights to be seen Delicate blooms with petals of pink nestle with flowers of deep yellow Such colour, makes you blink Fills you with wonder so Moss covered stone, gentle trickle of stream I am alone In the garden of my dream Blue butterflies abound Hear the bird song, all around Soft hum of bees, through the trees The bramble rose encircles the dell How wonderful is grows, by the old well The soft scent from the bramble rose Its' pastel pink flower, enriches me so, as I sit beneath this shady bower This garden seat beneath bramble rose Away from the heat, leave behind your woes Sit back and enjoy, hum of bees through the trees, Colours to make you blink from flowers yellow and pink Deep in summer wood This garden, deep in summer wood, where beauty grows Home of the bramble rose
The time is here For the Season of cheer, Such a cozy time of year Leaves are turning green to red After that the leaves will shed, All the birds will soon have fled Wind is blowing all around Picking leaves up off the ground, Putting them back where they were found Smells of pastries and pumpkins in the air Food and parties to prepare, Tis The Season I declare.
Jesus loves you Yes He does Our beloved brother in Christ Hark the Hearld Angel's sing Noel Noel Noel Noel Hope you have a joyest season Each and every year John Come one Come all Kiss the new-born King Tribute To A Sweet Man John Heck Happy Holidays to All At Poetry Soup Love Kathy and Jenny
On this autumn day In the heart of the city The sun will have it's say The leaves look so pretty In the heart of the city Joy fills the air The leaves look so pretty It's life without care Joy fills the air This day is a dream It's life without care We are not what we seem This day is a dream Heat from above We are not what we seem From the sky comes love Heat from above The sun will have it's say From the sky comes love On this autumn day
Each in turn the days go by with their wonders to be seen. Throughout each day the changing sky beckons reflection for the eye so keen. Many are they who wander life's path and never take the time to reflect on the day except through wrath so they deny such beauty sublime. I tell you, grateful is the heart that can see the smallest things as gifts from a loving God who desires your heart to sing. Let His blessings grace your days on earth and refuse vain murmuring and strife. In this it is that you live your worth and fulfill the days of your life. Douglas L. Ace
The world turns, Changing every second, With every whisper of the wind Every movement of the sea, Every song of the birds, All the earth is in motion Look at your surroundings And see the change incarnate Watch as spring first begins – The flowers in their bloom The trees all green and glorious The sky a crystal clear, All the world seems light and weightless We see nature and smile at its beauty Watch as spring bursts into summer – The sun shining brighter, The air feeling warmer, The heat healing the earth, All the world is free and cheerful We feel fresh, vivacious and content Watch as summer rolls into autumn – The leaves turning all shades of orange Nature taking on a deeper hue, The cool starting to finally sink in, All the world begins, school, work, and play We adjust to a new routine Watch as autumn fades into winter – The air getting crisper, The days becoming shorter, Glittering snow falling softly to the earth, All the world is comfortable and cozy We settle down to warm by the fire Look at your surroundings, And see the change incarnate With every breath you take, Watch the world turn.
The garden is producing food as we go about our day. Without so much as a thank-you this garden goes away. While in full swing, we pick it's fruit and never look back. We haul it in as if it's loot that fills our empty sack. One day I'd like to thank-you for the goodness you provide. I hope I'll have the time to but time passes like the tide. No matter what you're thinking I appreciate your care Maybe you're just a garden, but I'm sure glad you're there!!
all at once in the distant sky we saw a flash of light go by the next we knew we were in the air everyone knew to meet the Lord there it happened so fast in the blink of an eye our journey so swift no time for good bye then many of us noticed it was just like the bible said keep your mind on Jesus and don't be mislead in all the excitement we looked down to see those that didn't see us those that didn't believe they couldn't hear the Arch Angels voice that we all heard so loud and clear they didn't hear God trumpet ringing in our ears all they know is a moment ago we were standing with them near they'll look around and try to find us but the won't find us there then a few will figure out where we all have gone they'll try to remember stories we told them all along some will dust off bibles they use for a family tree others will try to find the answer on radio or t.v. then they'll finally get the news so bad a confusing message about a Tribulation so sad Christ has come and took his church away and left them to suffer the last seven days (End Of Part I)to be continued
If a girl shows a bit of flesh, boys peep Don't we get hot in the summer, its not to look cheap We get labeled and treated like crap We are not there for a tickle or a slap We want to look and feel good Why should be cover up in a hood? Yes girls are vulnerable but that is not excuse Dressing discrete is because we choose Why is it ok for boys to walk around in the nude? If we were to do that you would attack and be snide and rude We want freedom to express We can do without you will to suppress We shouldn't be made to feel shame If you were a girl you would feel the same
Your smile is BRIGHT like the sun on a warm summer day. Your eyes GLISTEN like a fresh fallen snow. Your touch is like a BREEZE on a fall afternoon. Your passion is like a NEWLY bloomed flower in springtime. Your LOVE is a joyous time of all seasons! © Lori Reed
Broken hearts bound by sorrow, fall to depths unknown; to what depth they do fall. I fear it can't be known. Hearts of woe in expectation are not of the souls desires and so begins an upward rising. A higher power speaks to each heart of sin... " My love is unlike any other, eternal, true and deep; it will follow you. My love is forever! I will turn you unto me. " The heart desires to love again, Who's heart has heard those words? Do you understand, loves higher power is grand!
There's something about Ma Ma's Christmas tree ornaments tinsel blinking lights and popcorn strewn about by her grandchildren's little hands to plainly see the angel nestled on top blessing for all who comes passes she fresh scent of pine lingering about ticking our noses like a soft country breeze presents big and small stacked upon each other for her big family bows falling from the gifts tightly wrapped only by she needles upon the skirt sticking to our hands and our little knees Christmas bulbs reflecting off our silly little faces ever so jolly Mama taking snap shots of us all standing in front of her six foot tree but nothing was more beautiful that could be given to she Except for my heart who I miss giving to Ma Ma who always stood by me RIP MAMA {1934 - 2005} Love Ya And Miss Ya
Gentle white clouds beam forth Kisses of late autumn sunshine. Flora select the sweet nectar from untimely, fading deep shades of colors hiding the burden of approaching winter underneath September's pleasures.
High above the horizon rises your form of gray Zion. Shawls of majestic boughs of evergreens. The ground covered with pine needles the essence of nature blows in the wind. Serene Silence evolves here in Mother Nature. Ray fingers from the spirit sun, dance caressing the heartbeats of brown earth. The small mountain variety of flowers, bloom and flourish in this rich soil. I sit quietly and mediate, I am one with the rolling streams, floral bounty, winds, that toil on this mountain. Here on Wind Mountain I come to the great spirit in the heavens, one as a child of his creation. I am always drawn to nature and spiritual inspiration in the end. For me when the world seems cruel and overbearing to live within I withdraw to the Creators Zion.
I watch from a distance as all four corners unfold. Stars fall from the sky and Mountains fall in the Seas. And in the flowerbeds the blooms wither away fleeing with bees. The Sun strikes down upon the Earth revealing a story untold. The Moon stands guard and the trees stand up straight. Waiting and waiting for a shattered billowing breeze. Happy is thy fate. And down on thy knees. The clouds sway in the midnight skies. The whole world sees you with open eyes. Quaking and dawning it all must be done, One by one the glitches are weeded and gone. Roaring abroad is the Oceans beds and now smut is the dust. Glitch by glitch straightening them all out is an absolute must. ®Registered: Ann Rich 2006
The air comforting my skin Walking amongst those never forgotten A tear rolls down, for it's sorely missed Happiness seen a fraught the many around I lie there wondering where it all went But a smile returns as the leaves turn back color The sun longer lit, as brighter days return For tomorrow time comes back around As it always will do For a sweet day once missed Returns back to new.
Fireplaces are fresh, Cups hold hot coffee Flannel shirts, Denim jeans. Stars are night lights Untouched snow found.
Out in the middle of nowhere, where nobody wants to go there... The world goes on, my loved ones carry on, I'm here but I'm not here; standing motionless. Out where I feel alone and weary, JESUS comes to me,... My heart once was stone, but He broke it and now I own Him as my King, The One who died for me. Out in the middle of nowhere, JESUS remembers me... (c) Jan. 25, 2007 Rosemarie Schrock
Wax and wane/ constant change Tides will rise/ tides fall the same With moon in phase/ bodies spin Tides roll in/ tides ebb again Revolve the earth/ elliptic line Moonbeams shine/ signs of time Moon on water/ Heavenly Father Good tidings heard/ no more wander In five moons/ coming soon Eclipse of sun/ in the noon? Red moon glow/ return of Son Light is come/ darkness none No moon in phase/ no sun but days Constant tide/ one source of rays Yet all the same/ tides roll in Tides rise again/ no body spins
Clouds as Heavenly rose bushes In the sky Charcoaled veined branches Pushing and piercing Entangled knotted wooden arms Acquiring the sky Captivating territory Pressing into spongy soft Of early darkness. Molding their wishes into Blue Tranquility cut, scissored-in As hurrying birds chisel their way Into darkening Descending day.
i sit in awe, Just listening,smelling and feeling. Taking in all i can see. A gent al mist rises from the running water as it saturates the rocks. The sun glistens like thousands of diamonds drifting with a quiver of life. Birds sing joyful songs wile the wind brushes against my skin as if to greet me and then dances away through the trees. The air,filled with a sweet smell of water and fresh pine fill my every breath. Truly God has created all this to cleanse our souls. I feel an overwhelming awe.
Crimson and umber tones swirled in delightful displays. Glistening and dancing underneath warm, shining rays. Soft breezes shower trees with aromas when they sway. Flamboyantly exhibited high on each cool autumn day. Elegantly you lovingly drift to the earth, serene and gay. In piles you rustle while the children scamper and play. Soon hues of winter will blanket in white, blue and gray How I wish the stunning insignia of autumn would stay.
Rain drops beat on my window- Beyond the crimson blinking light. As candles drive the fear from night, Little lakes and rivers flow.
Leaves change and then fall, Trees once lush turn bare. We see this cycle happen year after year after year. But what if the trees were communities, families, friends -- full of joys, dreams plans. Along comes a war, cold and fierce, much like the winter that's lurking near. Men and women unite for a cause so dear, Protecting their families, the victims, their peers. Friends and family are now soldiers, and alike the leaves, Are leaving their lives behind to fight for peace. They fought with their might and fought so hard, But many soldiers fell, the winds were harsh. But alas, their effort helped their cause, And the bitter times came to a pause. As winter passes and on comes the spring, Again grows the communities and their joys and dreams. Joys and dreams are not free, therefore we must decree: Lives were lost, we must keep the debt, for this cause we must NEVER forget.
When warm and gentle winds flutter and lull the lustruous lilacs so discontent of the primroses, the drooping willows deepen in their sorrows, and as in an angelic apparition: there comes into view a friendly ballerina dressed in blue to perform an ardent ballet in her red dancing shoes that match her golden,glazing barrette... unlikely a hand-manipulated marionette! Unpretentious and pretty ballerina, invent another unrealistic aurora... like the one that appears in the northern sky, to make believe that is still daytime: to attune your mood to a symphonic music that can be enjoyed by us! When the blue-jays refuse to sing, use your rhythmic swing to overwhelm us with sheer delight; this sentimental season repletes with amazing surprises: to render and choose, to keep in our thoughts and heart the purpose of true reason! Irresistible and elegant ballerina, perform a dance rarely seen by critics... be of a joyful spirit without nostalgia, be remarkable in your gestures and steps; a daisy opens its petals at sunrise, invulnerable joy carries you to crimson skies... to increase your strenght and make you shine more than the radiant sun above the horizon...
The summer passes like all things but holding onto the candles we have lit we can circumvent the passage of time our small lights will continue to shine through fall and on into winter In the waning of the year We'll continue to celebrate the fact that we have our songs to sing and our voices shall rise up to the heavens past the chill, we'll find warmth Although it must come to and end we'll laugh in the face of time again and again Althoa
Tell me if you know Who He is that has established All the ends of the earth and designed each flake of snow That falls and blankets hills Like His holy Child at birth. Tell me if you know Who has gathered up the wind In the hollow of His hands and calmed torrents that rage and blow As He walked on the high seas And gave them His commands. Tell me if you know Who has wrapped up those waters In the bosom of His cloak wringing it so that they will flow And shower down from above Like the Word He has spoken. Tell me if you know Who from Heaven has gone back up And seen God face to face, who first descended below But was resurrected by His Father And gave the Way to the heavenly place. Tell me if you know... What's His Name and His Son.
In the beginning God created the Heaven and the Earth But He didn't make the world in just one day, For darkness was upon the face of the deep, And the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. There was no sky. There was no dry ground #1 There was no vegetation, no sun, no moon, no stars. There were no land creatures. There was neither man nor woman, But on the first day, God said, "Let there be light." And there was only light yet God saw that it was good. #2 Separating the light from the darkness He called the light "day" and the darkness "night", And so there was evening and morning, the first day. #3 Yet the earth was formless and empty So on the second day God called an expanse between the waters And separated the water under the expanse from the water above it. He called the expanse "Heaven". It was so. #4 On the third day with His Word God gathered the water under the sky To one place and dry ground appeared, which he called "Earth". #5 The gathered waters He called "seas", And God saw that it was good. #6 He also told the land to produce seed-bearing plants And trees bearing fruit with seed in it. It was so, But still there was no sun, no moon, no stars. #7 There were no sea creatures, no birds and no land creatures. There was neither man nor woman; Yet, God saw that it was good. #8 But because the day and night had no governors, On the fourth day God commanded lights in the heaven To separate day and night and serve as signs To mark the seasons, days and years, and it was so. #9 There were two great lights, the sun to rule the day And the moon to rule the night. He also made the stars And set them in the expanse to give the land light. #10
I am ready, set on the mark to go Run in between the white lines Waiting for the gunfire.
Endless delight as songs of time wing their way into our minds and hearts All the while, a moth sits waiting outside our window Let's get up and dance! Dancing will lead us to freedom Songs will show us the way Moths are attracted to light We're attracted to sounds, light, and the promise of a better day We'll fly like the moth around our lightbulb cutting through the torrid atmosphere seeking peace on a summer evening Before you drift off to dreamland I will ask you Did you notice the fireflies glowing in our garden?
It is the season of giving thanks, of being thoughtful of all those that came before. The tradtions that are developed and loved. Food that warms the heart and comforts the soul. Thanksgiving is the time of year for apprecation of what you have. Of giving thought to those that have sacrificed to give what we have. Of love cherishing the moments we are given. There is no better than time than now to stop and reflect on our actions. Of aiming to be a better sort. I love this time of year. The sights of fall leaves, the smell of pumpin spice in the air. The first taste of turkey, the food, the family that gather to celebrate the year that we have had. This is the time to truly look out and see the wonder that is our home. So A Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Yesterdays sun hides behind today's over cast while tomorrows storm echos in the distant , the dense sun light prepares us for the rain, the fall leafs soon will be changing color again, the chill breeze we fill on our backs means winter is coming, time to work like the preparing ant. snowbirds scatter, mosquito's stings will soon leave our thoughts for the cold bears a bad fillings for our two friends. The smell brings to mind the holidays Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the thought of another passing year, a time for family , memories of the loved ones that past and the new members who joined us, we will sit break bread and toast to the future, treasure the present as we laugh so hard at the past we twinkle a tear. the holidays when all is forgiven and the rest is put behind, for now it`s about love and happiness. So let the clouds roll in, allow the leafs to change, and bring on the cold, it`s that time of the year when we warm our hearts, it`s that time of the year when we have them to hold. and it`s that time of the year when the healing from the year starts.
Awake, O' children of zion.Purpose and destiny is waiting on thee. Awake,awake out of the slumber of your sleep and shake the dust off your feet. Awake, my child of zion the zeal of the Lord has gotten into thee. Awake,my little ones.We must gird up and put our hands on the spiritual guns to build,and the guns that once killed. Awake, Awake, O'children of zion.The kingdom conquering has begun. Awake,Awake,can't you see that the victory is already won? Awake,Awake. So many degrees to everyone's destiny . Victory is in the hand of all our destinies. Awake, Awake, and again I say awake. Time must run.Run, Run, because time has already begun. Awake,Awake, the word of God had spread to all points east. Awake,Awake,because north,south and west also has the 411 and the 222. Awake,Awake, this is where salvation is won. Awake,the work was already in your destiny.
In soft, pinkish robe— on the shoreline rocks, this fair bloom greets the early morning ship of dream, and presses my fingers on a dirty patched road of life.
The afternoon breeze teases the ring-dancing ripples on the smooth lagoon, as feathery clouds whiff low across the pale, much-too-early, crescent moon. The setting sun sleepily sinks into the sea, 'neath the crimsoning sky, as shadows of fading light herald this very day's welcoming goodbye.
After a healthy downpour of rain, Side by side, always the same Today or tomorrow, a simple bow The signal of hope, sunshine must follow A destined bond, family tied Silhouette of unity, predesigned A joyous echo, long established norm Classical collision, ensured, conformed If each color grew tired of the next Would independence leave us perplexed Lava lamp like, these morphing beams The stuff that's only seen in dreams Nature's fireworks, marvel at the sights Curse the sun's interference despite the churning clouds that bring the scent of awaited drops that must descent Which would you then celebrate more Winter, long nights and stars galore and rainy days, bountiful displays or summer beaches and butterfly ways The future may one day demonstrate Impacts of change from the current state For now, uplifting, shoulder to shoulder Beauty, simplified, in the eye of the beholder
Seasons Springtime has passed, Summer is a blast, The Autumn mist is near; Yes, Fall has come and it won't be long, Till winters chill is hear. With Seasons bloom the darndest things, The Willow's shad the bee, There is much surprise to wonder of, Just take a look and see. Yes, nothing but pleasures for all to find, And believe it or not, they are free...
Laughing ageless child, butterflies and hyacinths. Spring showers raining down upon your fresh young face.Embrace the morning, heart lifted by the sweet smell of life reborn, new loves and all things undiscovered. Gentle caressing hand sweeping across the stars. Ever watchful as we sleep. You cradle us within your earthy arms, protected. A lullaby sung by night birds fills the air and it carries to all corners. Teacher of all things, sprinkle the sleep sand of the ever rest into our eyes. Silently turning the wheel of time. We pass into the summerlands, restful and all knowing. Guided by your wrinkled hand, we travel in peace and in love to join in the spiral dance of time.
Borne on the wind in the cold valley slipstream, Carried by rivers on ribbons of ice, In the pines that sang to the corpse-grey sky From the earth that drank the blood of Christ; Comes the spirit of Christmas present and past, The heart of nature, the stars and wood, The ghost of a future, extolling rebirth, The vanquish of evil, the triumph of good. Stitched in the bird song of red-breasted robins Suckled by fires of chestnut and coal, Lit by the glimmer of crystal and gimcracks, Nursed in the fabric of each living soul; Come the day of salvation for all that we are The mercy and goodness with hope reconciled, When X times the MASS of the weight of humanity Equals vision reborn through the eyes of a child…?
Seasons of emptiness- barren,desert dry;..yet these too may have God's purpose to fulfill.
His hand dipped into the river As the current took the fallen leaves Cupping the water to his lips He knelt for a moment to grieve The changes occurring, dramatic The landscape, subjected to change He realized the cycle continues As seasons of life rearrange He watched the changing of seasons As he sat on the river's high hill Noticing for the first time, the beauty He knew nothing…ever remained still As change is a natural progression One should ride, as the river does flow Changing is easy, like the seasons Along with it, then beauty does grow
Today a golden crocus blooms Where, only yesterday, Upon the slumbering garden bed, A winter blanket lay. A glowing message sent from God, This smiling child of spring, To brighten winter's dreary end, And cause my heart to sing.
Whispering bees arrange themselves outside They gather their fur skirts And whisper down the lane Allergies come until the season completes itself.
The rising of the sun casts all into light outlying the minute details of life the hardship and struggle and deprivation of hope. The sun follows a dedicated route from east to west never a new path just like life itself the same aches and pains dripping dripping constantly through the I.V implemented the symbols never change the seasons the seasons never change their symbols the plight of man can be simple enough I can never be satisfied I want more I need to want more our minds can stretch beyond its borders but yet we fall short of glory time after time just to reset time when time has come just as midnight falls so do we