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I am the ring around Saturn spinning words as particles of ice and dust with the power to transcend I am the original chosen to be right here right now transmitting verbal frequencies through speaking my thoughts into existence I am the heir of omnipotence, born with a direct connection to profound abundance The one whose words will age, yet still have substance; since there are no boundaries attached to my pen I am constant energy Translating personal experience into imagery Vulnerable to tyranny, yet i continue attempting to share some truth through this abstract language of poetry I am the core I am that I am more I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time; the love you feel when you realize how it feels I am the poem that is abstractly direct because I write beyond limits absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz through meditation for several minutes I am the one bridging the gap between the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit The one who is love because I am a descendent of it I am the rhythm that the wind blows I am the beginning and the ending of stories told about the universe and how miracles unfold I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me Judge that I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right So I continue meeting the different parts of me when I meditate and write Who am I? I AM, THAT, I AM
Opened like a morning leaf exposed beneath the moon, Resting in the tentacles of a clouded ink coccoon. Wringing hands now rest at peace- the solitude of night, a lantern in the wilderness the miracle of flight. Dancing on the tabletops or falling from a swing, is noticing the networking of every living thing. Observation is the art that shows a single frame, experience will turn to stone the given and the gained.
If only I can ask the world To gather all the love Each person has. If only I can feel the love Free of inhibitions in some extent And share it with everyone. If only I can be With the love of yours So that I can have my last wish. If you permits me to live and die Unconditionally with and without you Oneness reflected indeed.
Christian Love frame The only need for death to every exist Was to slay the fictional self And all the embellishments used to support it Fear not, Love's little flock You will not be set to fly And then be allowed to fall To be strong in your Love Is to inherit the power of God That now lies dormant in your essence For your possession of absolute truth Is a point at which your Love and your reality Both become one in God Slaying your fictional self, being honorable Is your first step toward your recovery Of your conscious immortality For what is sin but the force and mischief Used to instill and empower Your mentally invented lower realities Withholding forgiveness Is the ego's assault against life Love does not judge For what is the mercy of Love But that it repeats it's lessons of life Until they are learn by the mind For Love already knows, What life is yet to learn Therefore learn from who you are And teach your outer self Love's absolute truth Love is your true reality, a constant source Has no beginning or no end The unlimited potential, quite essential My prayer for 2010 is that; These proceeding sayings Become obsolete this year In the face of your Love itself, Smile! Stay in your Bibles, my little bibles For Love is your title Not your mind of idol!! 1-2-10 firstname.lastname@example.com
If the spirit moves me I will speak I will share words that no-one wants to hear I will speak them I will speak them loud and clear If the spirit moves me If the spirit moves me I will see I will see Beauty that no-one else can see I will see it far and near around me and in all things If the spirit moves me If the spirit moves me I will hear I will hear things no-one else can hear I will hear the universe speaking to me and I will hear If the spirit moves me If the spirit moves me I will feel I will feel the pain of others I will feel their happiness too I will be able to empathize If the spirit moves me If the spirit moves me I will taste joy and laughter I will live my life in peace I will find love I will live on in the ever-after If the spirit moves me © Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved (October 25, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
What is this unseen power It changes all that exists into dust It shapes our lives and our landscapes It sculpts and changes us. What is this unseen power That rules the world of men That heals and teaches and equalizes That triumphs again and again? Time is that great master Of power and wisdom and grace Which by doing nothing but passing Leaves its mark on every place. Time...yes you can waste it, But be aware when you do Time will return the favor my friend And eventually start wasting you.
Life is but a winding road Filled with faces along the way Coming in and out of your life Coloring your every day Yet most spend just a moment A fleeting glimpse before your eyes They giveth not and taketh not And cause you barely a rise And some stay just a moment Earning a thought upon your mind Triggers for countless memories These are the most common kind And fewer still stay even longer And commune with you a while Leaving behind dearest memoirs Of sweet tears or a special smile And rarer still those faces grand Building mansions in your soul These are the faces of a lifetime Whose virtue you do extol And know that you simply are A feature filled soiree A portrait in collage Of the faces along the way
Oneness Authored by Chuck Keys It had no color, Lacking shape, size and dimension. It wasn't moving or breathing. There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there. Touching was useless because it wasn't physical. It was indistinct and limitless. Thinking multi-physically Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically It wasn't here or there and it was. With no distinction, It looked like everything else, Or it could not have looked like everything else. It never made me feel good nor bad, Nor happy nor sad Nor quite nor trite. In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort, Looking more on the surface and less on the inside, Ready to judge and be judged from outside in. The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits, From outside to inside and from inside to outside. We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness." Differences exist for differences, Therefore, differences don't exist. Only "oneness" exists. DEDICATION: This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community, For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment. www.gandhiking.ning.com
You are the wild flower in my palm With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth You are the fragile thing I dare not cup, As your petals whittle away under the wind And flit unfettered in the air; Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil As every breath of wind takes another petal from me And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart An overwhelming scent of need- You are the wild beauty in my palm And I dare not hold you to my chest For I fear to crush you To know first hand That caged beauty, is beauty no more.
Many times the ocean has saved Nippon, pearl of the sea, an oceanic symbiosis a speck in a fecund see. The dikes of man such miniscule plans to hold back the tide. The throngs, each and all crawl across the thin skin of volcanic soil or rise with in the hump-backed alps of remnant cones. Yet, the sea rises to reclaim its own scour the pallet of man, refine, burnish melt, reform. With pen and sword kanji drawn, samurai born with knife and bone entrails torn, honor tested tested by the hand of He, tested and found worthy. The children of the Divine Wind rise above the tsunami, as one, unbowed.
A visitor— icicle fingers tapping on my windows' pain— white blanket in tow Hurting enough, I paid him no mind so he kept tap, tap, tapping 'til cobweb-like cracks appeared: a final, gentle tap shatters my windows My rainbow world now smothered, pallid, forced into boredom and slumber, sunlight chased away and I am never the same again… Soul gets plunged deep in the cold blinded by whiteness, numbed with simplicity there is an eerie stillness, almost as if no one dared to breathe, even the barren trees refused to quiver brittle dendrites seem to claw the sky futile though, for they are frozen, grasping at nothingness, clouds stubborn and stoic, brooding in silent grayness …and then from within, a filigreed whisper escapes palpable and brave~ it weaves its way through the branches, gathering strength wherever it went it beckons to the sky, which in turn gives in and celebrates ~ letting dainty confetti fall white, yet amazingly graceful each flake falls softly on the ground— a fashionable brocade trees softly sway now, and dance to a winter song the sky weeps with happiness for seeing a glimpse of life— diamond teardrops they catch a bit of evasive sunlight, of which I thought I've lost and give birth to miniature rainbows… all this time, Sunlight was there I just never knew how to catch it. an audio of me reciting this poem http://www.4shared.com/music/Q_tqp2LEba/suncatcher.html?#
Raindrops are like my thoughts falling down into my mind sending goose bumps down my spine Their cool aftermath cleanses me of my thoughts of fear and uncertainty about what tomorrows pain may bring They make me feel, wet with creativity drenched in my optimistic illumination. glistening raindrops, my thoughts leave paths of pleasurable distress, and hope of success which road, less traveled may be the best Forget an umbrella when these raindrops arrive, I walk outside arms open wide Ready to Receive whatever the mind storm may bring because raindrops are as my thoughts, falling down into my mind sending shivers down my spine My brain, yearns for the rain, to wash away the pain, tomorrows worry does bring One special drop could speed up life's clock to the time I can handle my own and not dwell inside my controllers home For raindrops are, like my thoughts falling down into my mind sending goose bumps down my spine
Frail humans we are and mistakes are made, but there will be a time to pay for pain inflicted on others. Run swiftly from dark clouds hovering above, baggage like an albatross around our necks -- cast it aside. Commit to offering kind words, compassion to all, bestowing brotherly love. Make amends when possible for harmful acts, even negative thoughts, and promote harmony. When we stand at heaven's gate, we'll not be asked about material possessions, but how much love we gave. The prince and the pauper will be judged as equals when the tab comes due. *Entry for Paula's "How Due You Dew" contest Written September 8, 2011
LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night
. I can feel the breath of violin, upon my face ~ The fluttering wings of fingers playing, 'A Lark Ascending' In sweet release, I close my eyes, and drift away to inner peace ~ All strife takes flight, the music takes me to a meadow growing…. Two clarinets, in soft duet …..are timeless, ageless, knowing I'm standing still, in waving grass, a cello plays a soft breeze blowing I weave and sway…the music plays …a french horn makes sweet love to me As if a lark, I leave the ground, upon the lilting sound, and fly away… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inspired by the Classical composition, "A Lark Ascending" Composed by Vaughn Williams
LONELINESS (Message of hope dedicated to all those that have been through such an excruciating experience.) Loneliness: Painful Agonizing Merciless Unbearable solitude, When you are present, Time immobile Remains And Each second an eternity of intolerable Suffering becomes At such moments, We implore Time to advance, To accelerate his pace To hurry up For The next second to come The next minute The next hour The next day So as The pain to decrease Our agony to lessen And us to be liberated from distress From our affliction and from Our ordeal But Time – a sadist- unmoved stays Mocking us And Instead of picking up speed he Is dragging his leaden feet, enjoying thus himself with Our perpetual torture, Hence we, Disappointed by Time's unhurried stance, Absorbed by his immobility, Let ourselves sink deeper and deeper into our hopelessness, Till we reach the deepest point of Our being, A place void of all thoughts, Of absolute silence and of intense Suffering! We wish to shout To scream To yell To howl But No voice is possible to be heard No-one is there to listen to our call of distress And then In the darkest hour of solitude, At the culminating point of desolation, When we thought all is lost, we realize to our surprise, that We are not alone, WE WERE NEVER ALONE! A tenant is there with us, A tenant, beyond the limits of ourselves, Of our understanding, Of our awareness, A tenant who looks at us with affection With compassion and most of all With love, Unconditional love, True Love, Yes, it is HIM The ONE and ONLY HE who was there before us And Will be here into eternity After we are gone: GOD HIMSELF! We look at His Holy visage and we discern an Apologetic expression for Having put us through this tribulation so as to be able to make HIS presence to us known! He had tried before to approach us on Many occasions During the period of our good fortune, Of our successes and of our achievements But We had ignored HIS calls at that time, You see, we didn't need any help then For We thought everything was our doing Under our firm control And That we were INVINCIBLE! © Demetrios Trifiatis 13 JUNE 2013
To all you great poets that drift free from the hoards I want you to feel the love I've written in these words My heart reaches out to you like a hand in the storm Pulling you from the coldness,trying to keep you warm My words speak with thunder and lightning from above They are sent to you directly from our God with love Your words are read by many, some may be with lost souls Roaming with an emptiness causing them to fall deeper into holes But with the love from your hearts that flows free from your pens You reach out to those falling into darkness, and raise them once again Your pathways will be forever lit with a trail of loves light With all the souls that you have reached in this living life Dan Kearley:2-10-12<3
If you are lonely watch the birds In their freedom of flight-- Feel the warmth of the sun Kiss your cheeks and smile Visit the shore and listen to The waves sing sweet songs Close your eyes and smell the Fragrant flowers of spring Transport yourself through Time's great abyss In memories of streams that Flow with a youthful glow. . . Dive in pools of aqua waters Through your mind's eye Delight in the breezes playful Mood as the trees sway in tune Listen to the purr of a Contented cat in your lap Write a letter to yourself And promise to answer. . . Better yet write a poem, One that will linger long In someone's lonely mind.
Poetry is a highly personal endeavor for all who write And answer the inspiration of Our Eternal Poetry Muse. Why do we write poetry? This a very important question for all of us who "spill ink." Poetry for me is a most wonderful magical medium and An art and methodology which bespeaks the realm of the Mysterious, Arcane, Uncanny, Mystical, Esoteric, and Divine. Poetry is my personal endeavor to master the complexity of Relating my deepest thoughts and connecting with the reader; Developing a memorable and intriguing theme or subject; Choosing the right words and composing meaningful verse; Finding the best metaphors and the proper tone and balance; Exploring key theme attributes (to name a few): Feelings, passions, emotions, light, dark, happiness Sadness, humor, good, evil, intelligence, stupidity, Right, wrong, ethereal, ignorance, and indifference. Our Poetry Muse touches each and every one of us at key times When we least expect it: morning, noon, evening, after midnight. Our Muse, for me, captivates my thoughts and illuminates my soul While compelling me onward to communicate and share with others What I see and perceive, sense and feel, think and understand about A theme as it resonates in the depths of my innermost psyche. I know that I have much to say now in my life . . . Verse, meter, rhyme, tone, metaphors, metonymy, allegory, imagination— All enliven my efforts and make easier my attempts to mirror my Thoughts and views to the reading public. I want my thoughts and doubts, as my passion abounds, to connect with Those deepest elements of my human psyche and my emotions In making my written message to be something that is: Meaningful and significant, resolute and spirited; Full of passion or compassion, humor or sadness, courage or fear, Strength or weakness, Heaven or Hell, bliss or misery—or whatever Motivates and inspires the Creative Process for me. Our Muse is there with all of us, in reality, to inspire us and help us To bring passion, meaning, certitude, and direction to our thoughts As we attempt to infuse these very attributes into our poetic narrative. Our Muse, in the end, leaves it up to each and every one of us To go one further step beyond Her ethereal influence and inspiration: To invest and infuse at the end of this process our own "Free Will" In making the final decision pertaining to what our final verse or Narrative product will look like To Our Reading Public. This is my take, my view on what happens when Our Eternal Poetry Muse Tantalizes us and awakens within each of us that undeniable Spirit of Inspiration, and that giddy zest and irrepressible desire to "spill ink." Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (October 3, 2014) (Narrative poetic format)
The sun had a way, of lighting the fires that would often die, and turn to ash, and dash our hope The wind had a way, to spread the flame, to light the way or die in vain Sun-ripe gold and red leaves have lined each trail and every road with heavy brilliance Our eyes, perhaps unwise, were often blinded by the glare But embers, frozen there, remained alive Approaching autumn, there is new fire Ripe with the sun, we have been shaped and formed grieving over postscripts, of a faded summer sky while the outstretched arm of autumn reaches through the trees--- Her leaf-fluttered hand opens fingers wide brushing passed branch silhouettes, to look into the sky and has tossed the evening embers to light our way ________________________________________________________ For Gail's Contest: Where Frozen Embers Still Burn 8/27/14
Because He's our Savior and King Let's unite our voices in praise To world proclaim all His glory Today is time to praise the Lord. Seek His face and you'll find His grace Because He's our Savior and King He's my defender and refuge And want to serve Him forever. My heart sing for Him many songs My soul in Him always rejoices Because He's our Lord and King With Him I am never afraid. He's with me,when I feel lonely And just know that I'm not alone Jesus is near,not far away Because He's our Lord and King. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2010 (Psalms 100:1). "Shout for Joy to the Lord,all the earth." December,20,2010
When all of youth flees and even the whitest eye reddens, rheums, words, fair words, dispel the gloom. When hands are mapped with age and knurled, still, they transform the page, the eye, the cage, for where words flow, the mind goes, to the pristine smiles and the smooth curves which once were yours, your cheek, your neck, your hip. Deny me anything but the word for it's magic will soon be all that remains of fleeting youth.
Quote 2: "Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent. ~Rumi ~ Old pages torn from ancient trees with sage remarks upon the breeze break silence, one by one Catch them, hold them, before they flee and listen to the past, unseen for strong roots to lean on ............................... For Nette's Contest: Rimee couee: By Carrie Richards 4/20/12
The Poet We have been around for thousands of years Reading our words for kings and queens and a few people who gathered just to hear us talk. We lived on the copper coins they could afford and traveled through the lands writing what we saw, dreams and thoughts. Our words were put to music and made immortal Others were acted on the stage making people laugh and cry. Some words changed the way people thought and ended hatred between people who should not feel hate. People died because they did not realize what our words could do Many times a love bogged in fear was loosed because of a few words we wrote. God only knows how many children our words have brought smiles to and how many starting thinking because of what we wrote. Why do we do it? Not to end wars or hatred Not for the lovers who found each other because of us Not even for the copper coins people throw We do it because we love words We do it to share our feelings and we do it so that someday maybe someone will read our thoughts, dreams and words and they will be remembered long after we are gone.
While walking through a hospital one day, a veteran I did see He was in a wheelchair with both legs missing, and he did it for you and me. I turned around a corner and down another hall Only for my eyes to behold a family who has lost it all A five year old cried out,"Why did daddy have to die?" The mother held her son closer while she greived and began to cry The mother of that young Marine, who had fought over in Iraqu Wandered why her son so brave, didn't survive the enemie's attack The father of that soldier, hung his head to cry He was a retired soldier himself, why couldn't he have been the one to die? His heart broken sister, sits in shock and tries to deny The death of her older brother, he was killed and don't know why A few days later, a family, everybody all dressed in black Went to the funeral of a twenty-five year old who too our bullet in Iraq The Bible says "thou shalt not kill." and "Love your neighbor" too Maybe our soldiers aren't doing what's right, but they still take your bullet for you They sleep in foxholes, and eat in trenches, and do all that they know to do They rest in the sand with no comforts of home and they take your bullet for you The restless nights turn into days, you wouldn't believe all they go through THe rest of us sit at home and gripe, and still they take your bullet for you The next time you hear a 21 gun salute, don't condemn as others do The next time the taps are being played, remember, they took that bullet for you. Thanks, Veterans for your sacrifice.
What if age was determined By the amount of life experiences you had Would you be an old timer, seasoned Or a young naïve lad? Would you change the way you lived Or would you be satisfied? Would changes to your life be massive, Or would you seek a priest to confide? I wonder why we don't live more Not knowing when the curtain falls Instead we tread on egg-shell floors As if we plan when the bell tolls..
Dear Me, I need you to be stronger I need you to never be afraid swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer tell her you love her,even if it hurts Grab onto your dream and live it Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity Be better,love more, hold on. Dear Me, Enjoy every stop of the ride. For when the train finally stops...we die Until we witness the angels dance after final day... Dear Me, hide your fears away
'The Power Of A Poet' 32nd Senryu Look How Devoted The Power of A Poet See How Words Spoke It This Poem is My Tribute to: Carolyn Devonshire (The Dove) and James (The Highlander) Fraser for your Powerful collaboration on: Mother Nature's Revenge It Was Truly Awesome MoonBee
From a rigid world of concrete and steel, Angles exact and order absolute; Of darkness complete and shadowless light, Unseparated by dusk and dawn; Of primary colors and round positive numbers Where symmetry rules and the blemish flees comprehension; Of good and evil, No quarter given and none asked. Waking to the imperfect, Terrified at that which is not whole. Shades innumerable fill awkward angles And fashion beings in gray tone. Where is this place? I ask, As absent order I am lost. What mad scheme creates such hell? Perfect in its imperfection Ordered in its chaos; Unfinished yet complete, The partial becomes the whole. Light brushes darkness as the kaleidoscope turns, All form transitory, all without judgment, All free to assume the shape most pleasing, Then disperse to assume another. Unbound, life and beauty pass harmless to every reach. I the fool arrive late, yet here am I.
By committing to nothing, one retains infinite options. I have hid inside these words for moons and seasons and New Year's toasts. The lone wolf roams fertile pastures unfettered. The thrill of the hunt. The chase. An empty bed is the hope of a new body's sleeping curve. Tomorrow becomes yesterday. "The mystery of mysteries is the gateway to marvels." I stopped looking long ago. The faces have blurred into a montage of emptiness. Come and go; came and went. I never bothered much to be bothered. There aren't many memories And I am thankful for that. Wet fingers and licked lips' Blood on my hands. Wasted time. The years run on like a favorite sitcom gone bad. It all should have been retired years ago. It is easier to stay afloat and roam the big waters alone Than set up camp on an island and face a face. No problems. No worries. No connection. Freedom is all that you cannot commit to And who surrenders to nothing is he who lives in frigid shadows of fear. Maybe I have never truly known warmth. I walk the streets like a war-worn shoulder. A little cold, a little distant, a little too silent. The words I have are recycled fragments of someone else's life. I don't offer much. Poker face. Can you read my concrete stare? I have an entire universe hiding in my back pocket But I'm scared to show you. It's been so long since I groped or even fondled my own life. I'm not sure what I do or don't have to offer. I just keep making bets and upping the ante.
If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say? First kiss, first date Or undo a mistake? . Watch your child be birthed again Go back and unhurt a wounded friend? Unsay a word? Unbreak a heart? Undrink that first drink? Unscar that first scar? . Or would you go to another place Feel your dad's hands See your mom's face? Laugh with your sisters Let little brother win that foot race . Maybe pet that dog just one more time Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song . Or tell your kids you loved them again and again No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been But you can't go in reverse to relive any day What you would have done Or what you would say . But you can say now what you wouldn't before You can be someone new open up a new door You can make a difference in your here and now You can't be a new when but can be a new how
Erase a word Mundane and wrought Smoldering fire Of indifferent thought Pluck a phrase Wild and untamed Primordial howl Of random flame Sing a verse Naked and free Poetic gale Of crashing seas Tell a tale Endearing and true Passionate prose Of life's muse Ask a heartbeat Women and men Who feels 100 shards of pen
I took myself walking the other day, not far from the city's decay A small patch of solitude beckoned to me, 'til I came to take rest,by the old stump of a tree. Sure I took myself walking and alone here I sit, disgusted with life and close to a fit. With face cupped in hands and eyes a-staring out straight, I thought to myself, "What will be my fate?" Self-pity had just about taken it's toll, when that old stump piped up, with the voice of my soul. "Look here young fella,what's got you so low?" "Life's got me defeated', I said kinda slow. "Life's got you defeated--just look what I've got, a face charred by fire and a heart full of rot. I've got critters chewing me inside and out, and I'm darned close to dying,there is little doubt. But am I discouraged?--not on your life. I've served a good purpose, with my offspring and wife". And looking around, what should I see, but hundreds of saplings and another old tree. "We've given the earth much more than we've taken, if you do the same, you won't be forsaken. Just go back and face life with it's ups and it's downs. Back to your life in cities and towns. But come back again, if you feel yourself slippin', If more people went walking, there'd be less of them flippin'. I
You wake up in the morning to look in the mirror, To say "This is me". To Compare yourself to what you think you should be. "I'm fat.", "I'm ugly.", "How can this be?", "Why did God do this to me?", You put on some make-up or some acne-cream, To cover the blemishes that others can see. But it doesn't mater what others see, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, And the beholder is me. So stop annotating, And start complimenting, Not on what should be, But on what is! You were created in God's image, Oh. How. Powerful. To see who you really are, Oh. How. Magical. In that mirror is not, "I'm fat.", "I'm ugly.", But a scientific creation from stardust, Something that's way beyond us. And what's inside is something so unique, So special, Because no one else has it, It's. Like. Magic. It's you! You are the most amazing thing to walk on this Earth. With the ability to wake up and show your worth. So why wake up and talk negative? When you could wake up and smile. Why not be happy for a while? Why try to please everyone else, When all you have to do is be yourself? People say "What matters is on the inside.", And you say "But look at my outside.". And I say there is no good side, You as a whole is the creation, There is no separation. Each person with 46 chromosomes working in perfect symphony, Destroying themselves with negativity. Just Stop! You are beautiful because you are rare, Because no one else can compare. Your face, Your nose, Your eyes, With your sense of humor to comprise, Someone no one else can match. Try to make it in a lab... Try throw it down the hatch. You compare yourself to everyone else, When you are one of a kind. Why can't you get that in your mind? Diamonds aren't perfect so why should you be? Beauty is not symmetry. Look in the mirror and what do you see? The beauty that you are... This is me...
Standing still head's up Retrospect greatest pitfalls Mass consciousness whim Wandering till dawn Waiting brave for the result Less breathe heartless beat Until the mind soar Now is inexplicable Sufferings indeed People grim anew For the best of all Juries Render canny nod Continued service Captivated voter's wit Last laugh never ends.
Being you Accept yourself That's all that I can say Let your inner voice tell you The way to live your day Do not be hard upon yourself That never did no good Just be happy, never worry It's foolish that one should. Love yourself Cause you're a 'one off' too No one else can play your part Nobody can be you It's a lovely world we live in Let it seep into your soul Then when you feel at one with life Twill get you feeling whole. Most people call me crazy But I love being me I do not care what others think I only like to be To be this way, it is my right A gift sent down by fate I'm so I'm happy being me Each day to me is great. 14 August 2013 @ 1410hrs.
I am the hypocritical Christian. I say I follow Christ, But I'm still consumed by my demons. I go to church on Sunday, But I refuse to invite someone back. I want to serve on mission, But I'm too afraid to act. They think I read The Bible, But I just fall asleep in it. They think I'm positivity and smiles, But underneath I'm death and addictions. They think I'm clean and pure, But I'm broken and mistaken. I say I'm not worthy of His love, But Jesus will never let me be forsaken. I pray long prayers, But inside they're empty repetition. It might look as if my faith is strong, But my core is too easily shaken. I say the things I'm supposed to say, But don't follow His actions or obey. I speak the truth the church wants to hear, But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe. I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough To be loved by God and saved through Christ, But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace; It's a free gift. I accept; Now forgiven, changed, and released. Thank You God, Thank You Jesus, Thank You Holy Spirit! In Jesus' Holy Name, We pray, Amen!
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely, But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me. If the tears will fall, let them be; I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
The Stone Story Authored by Chuck Keys I was staring at a stone today, it didn't move, it just sat, resting, relaxed in the warm mid-day sun. The wind moved around it and it's lazy motionless nearby friends, effortlessly. They all looked alike, maybe they were all family on vacation without a worry on their minds if they had minds. They didn't or couldn't smile or frown, no beards or mustaches were visible, clean shaven. They didn't look hungry or thirsty. Of course how does a hungry or thirsty stone look? I could have brought them water or food. After much further intense thought, I realized they don't have to worry about clothes or lack of ... Do they need clothes? Do they need anything? Nothing. Nothing, is what they need. I am envious.
If, entrusted were I, with a magical purse, one that held what was needed, but not monies curse. One that neither bulged, nor would ever be empty, so when I reached down within, there I'd find plenty. A handful of tolerance, I would pull each day, to pass out to those in need, I met along the way. I would take a fist full of hope, to toss aloft. Scatter it among the throng, letting it land soft. I would enter into the turf of gangs and their wars. Trading peace for their guns, so they would kill no more. I would go to Washington, there I would invest, two handfuls of honesty, perhaps ten, would be best. Charity, I would share, with those who live large. Help them to give some away, so no one need starve. I could change so many things and alter many lives. But, I could also do harm and make so many cry. As it is so easy, to think one self's above, to take control of lives, forgetting about love. So for myself, I'd take a bit to keep myself humble. So that I and my purse, never, ever stumble
I want to dream Like flying across the sky Finding out greater heights Seeing others view of reality And be one with the sky. I want to dream Swimming underneath the ocean Searching water creatures Fishes, clamps, and corals Discern what their importance's are In our existence and health. I want to dream Walking underneath the ground Exploring things that make us Wealthy and abundant Seeing the sources of gold, diamond And any mineral alike. I want to dream all my life To enjoy everything With my dream Self As I always know It's another form of my reality.
You stumble over words feeling insecure So much you want to say but still unsure You worry what I think tears trickle down your cheek want to unzip your heart but silent.. cannot speak Look into my eyes and fear will fly away I'll see inside your eyes all you want to say My finger on your lips don't say a word Here in my embrace every thought is heard Girl, I love you so ya make me wanna shout But we can take it slow ya never need to doubt Yeah, I am into you climb mountains, sail seas Until our kingdom comes and you're united with me Look into my eyes and fear will fly away I'll see inside your eyes all you want to say My finger on your lips don't say a word Here in my embrace every thought is heard Look into my eyes and fear will fly away I'll see inside your eyes all you want to say My finger on your lips don't say a word Here in my embrace every thought is heard Date: 8-6-14
I thought of things each day As if they were stream of events Through my mind away More scenes I kept Within my soul blemished Haunted and reminiscent Each action that pricked My inner being in the wilderness Of its fruition bestowed For those who deserved To savor the sumptuous breed Of nature who spoke Within the collective cells That circumscribed The essence of my existence I created everything That pleased and hurt me at once But it was just fragment Of essential things Needed to propel my desires To become who I am And be one with everything.
I am like Cleopatra embraced by serpents many fear always trying something new and dramatic with my hair I am like Eva Patrón growing up with a painful family getting lost in movies thinking of my own hypnotizing when I speak First lady of Argentina meeting you, after death would be a treat a nervous habit, of nibbling on my jewelry the similarities, between us gave me a sense of foolery I am like Wilma Mankiller Chief of the Cherokee Tribe for ten years fighting against Native stereotypes despite such distress enemies did stress promoting to 'be of good mind' you were a leader, of your time an advocator for women that they may grow up and become chief as a child, you wondered the forests, like me not the streets I am like Aung San Suu Kyi wearing three types of flowers in your hair feeling at times like a 'splinter of glass, sharp, glinting power to defend itself against hands that try to crush' winner of a Nobel Peace Prize, for courage, was a must I am like Catherine The Great a love to laugh, coffee, and feeling compelled to always fill abandoned blank sheets of paper you were a Royal Russian Empress,with not one red drop of Russian blood and her people, were blessed to have her I am like the Queen of England longest royal lifetime in history strong built, from a miserable childhood toughened her this is no mystery preferring candle light to electricity handwriting over typewriter and poetry I am like Indira Gandhi dreaming to live as she did riding elephants and having tiger cubs as companions your own Sikh security killed you, the story a sad one secret dreams of being a writer angered, by the imbalance of power between men and women listening to beat poets like Ginsberg as a great Prime Minister of India you were heard and understood I am like Rigoberta Menchú drew the worlds attention to native Indians rights, because of you your goal, to be a drop of water on a rock dripping in the same spot, eventually in the world, you may leave a mark wearing many colors 'because it gives you life' insisting men and women be equals you fought this fight to relax, as I do writing poetry into the night I am like Joan of Arc French Military Heroine burned at the stake at just age nineteen known for keeping your cool even on the battlefield being a courageous and inspirational rare jewel Legendary Lady Leaders I salute you
As lightening shone and thunder blew I danced the dance that dancers do They danced it back and asked if I Would mind them dancing through the night I thought no harm could come of this Besides, such company I've missed Thus, on we danced so unaware That torrent rains beyond compare Fell down in floods on higher ground And like a wall came crashing down Then somewhere in a step half made The dance I danced was washed away Now all that's left for you to see: Remains of the catastrophe Oh, hopefully from this you'll know Don't ever dance when thunder blows
Marching down life's highway, my feet became very sore I then came upon a sign that read "Heaven's Grocery Store" When I got closer the doors swung open wide Next thing I knew I was standing there inside I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere They handed me a basket and said, "Child shop with care." Everything a human required was in that grocery store With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill For I thought I had everything to do the Master's will As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself Then I asked an angel, "Now how much do I owe?" She smiled and said, "Just take them wherever you may go." Again I asked, "No really, how much do I owe?" "My child," she said, "God paid your bill a long time ago."
I never knew I'd be in heaven In the autumn of my years, Or that I'd be immerged In the brilliant art of words, Or float above operatic notes, Or view ballet through My elated tears. I never thought I'd meet Inspiration face to face, Or feel it rise within me With a poet's surrendering grace. I just know that I'm contented As profound love keeps flowing From my impassioned heart. This is the gift that artists Of this world yearn to impart. © Connie Marcum Wong
"Look up," she cried, And the rains came swiftly, Overwhelming her youth With migrant purpose. Summer's demise, So abrupt, Interrupted her sound-scape, Giving her pause. "Look around," she said, And autumn bowed to her, A colorful character In shades of golden afternoons. Sequestered among Such vividness, She found solace and comfort Through the grace of experience. "Look up," she laughed, And silver dusted her hair, Weighing the diversity She wore as a crown. Abstract changes Became her teacher, A benevolent Yet unforgiving presence. "Look around," she said, And spread her arms wide, Dancing in the perspective Of winter. This life is transitory, Best marked By the seasoning Of one's attitude.
My Lord, you are the Poet, Who notes me with thy strong hands. I can only aspire to know it And extend thy word to all known lands. You have set in me for the sun A tabernacle for his regal throne, From which he arises for his daily run Throughout heaven's every zone. Each morn I await his excellent ascent. Onward with his golden lamp of God, He begins at one end of the firmament And runs on with the light of Aaron's rod.
As I stand alone in reverie A lavender sky envelopes me. Trees whisper in calls with quiet breath To mark the time of indigo's death. The crisp scent of spring refines the air As dawn graces twilight with colors rare. Still lake reflections in morning light Share an aura with alluring sight.
Blowing through a vast crevasse – from whirling tempest; to calming balm on wounded skin; to constant howl; to sunlit kiss, onto warm lips – I am a promise, to the girl who waits, within the cave, where no light shines; where sucking blackness and decay consumes and claws across the barren expanse that is – My inner child's mind. Little Kristin, girl of 7 (when time stopped) suspended upon a bony pillar, sits, engulfed by craggy mountain walls – The cave of sorrows. A black pit surrounds the tower, held hostage by those who would keep her silent; (protecting the illusion at all costs) she waits, bound, and as silent as the fear that creeps up the lone pillar, (coming for the light in her eyes) killing slowly, methodically, attacking light – the light that creeps through cracks; breaks through holes; breathes life into darkness – (minions of death vying to stay her shine). Her holly-hobby night gown (full of broken dreams) tattered and torn, crowns her dirty little feet. A grayed white gag, beneath soiled cheeks – (like apples, they used to say) blackened by yesterday, save for the dappled light that shines, from green eyes – just a glimpse… then gone. A tiny flame flickers, within small hands – (holding what was stolen) keeping the beasts at bay... (lighting a Mother's way) They say I was everything to the one in the photographs – The light giver. Light taken, and given. Her battery drained, (strength offered to the shining moon) then gone. Permanently erased. Eradicated, liberated (grace or fear?) Strength was my gift born from her weakness - my birthright, and soul's mantra. My soul was God's gift - my strength, was her gift – I am battery doubled. No more am I dirty black holes hiding in shadow, For I am wind… I am nowhere, And everywhere. I am past, present and future. My soul is freedom blowing through the cracks left by the black maker (innocence taker); into my darkest depths; holding the little girl (lost, no more) – kissing her face; drying her tears; leaving the cave - carrying my child home. Together we light the ancient halls, Where I am the light maker now. Winding my way from heaven to ground; kissing the nose's of my five reasons found – My soul is wind from the heaven's, unbound, and these are the gifts that my soul resounds. Amen.
Glitters spread all over Seeking reflections amidst becoming steadfast Long lost better half Reunite even afar Sharing out fragments Standing still staring Beyond space and time searching A spark that mislead Now after decades Attracting as one fellow When moments unfold.
As I wake Another day of nothing Grey skies and daily rituals A mugging here and there Smog surrounds me, it eats me inside Insects devour, life drains, ebbs, flows to death Meaningless is life Love simply prolongs ones agony On a journey with no purpose I assure you there is no God Show me a deity with such cruelty I dare you, for there is none Life is a random act of death To become us all Do not try and tell me different Intelligence is fates way to call us fools For whatever we choose to believe Mayans were ancients Deceived by the sun and moon They sacrificed their young On the pyramids of doom Today, the sun rose Tonight the moon shall greet my tired eyes Into a slumber, a blissful sleep I shall dream of the heavens and their gods Today I held in my arms an angel All of a year or so old Her arms outstretched, in blind love Knowing I would catch her dreams and breathe her smiles The devil that I am I could not resist To feed to her all my happiness Her little hands grasped, as her eyes flirted for more food I have some words of wisdom to bestow upon all you mortals now Any court jester who tells you there is no god They have not met Maya I am so blessed, that I have Notes: I had this in the works as a completely different poem. That afternoon I took care of Maya ( 18 months ) and her brother Timmy ( five ) Afterwards we went to a restaurant for a snack, and Maya in my arms was in heaven eating her onion rings !! Both Timmy and Maya are such little angels, that would brighten up anyone's days, and when you see how beautiful children are, you realize the deeper meanings of life!
The swordsman who draws his blade Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing Held back by muscles tight with glee. I am as the soldier, held in stance, The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse, And just as the swordsman stands They are statues in this moment, Statues of derision, Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within. And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce Coiled with motivation and purpose, And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its' edge Ready to lash out and strike with direction But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce. But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink Lines like a hunter's bowstring, taut with intent, As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box But alas, there is no victim to frighten, No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me, I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me. And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, Slicing away at the air around me Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance I write about… I write about the coil within, and the lack without And alone I wonder, Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.
Stars and Souls velveteen tapestry shrouds sky beautiful cold warmed by star glitter gather bits of shiny heaven in palm hold it close, light a candle let light glow in the dark Sing to the Moon, pull the tides with you let your song echo deep within then allow it to be heard Let it ripple, then Soar move souls with ardor Let fire burn, Blazing strength then share it tiny lights gather amidst dark sky beaming bright… stars in lives are souls for Constance's Nature, Four in One Contest :) -nikko
I am the ghost of heartaches past I'm love's dark contrast That empty seat Beside you when you eat The tear stains on your pillow case I'm that new wrinkle on your face. I am the gremlin of "What if?" If you catch my drift Who's biggest theme Is to haunt all your dreams I'm that loud echo in your life That constant nagging extra strife. I am that cold spot in your bed I'm words left unsaid I'm anger won I'm promises undone I'm that thing left to chance I'm Lady Loneliness..... Would you care to dance? Timothy I. Brumley
As I place the pen on paper my soul beings to bleed upon the pages my secret longings hopes and dreams of which I hope to be, how I want to reflect me transpire into the universe within my poetic lyricism the warm sweet smoke of my vega blunt swirls about me, flickers in and out of motion as the vanilla candle nearby fights the shadows in my room the cool summer breeze from my window carries dancing sinsemilla fog around me, allowing my mind to adventure elsewhere into the nights abyss of minutes, turned to hours I write pages, of words scribbling my life, struggles and fears Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills "turn your lights down low" beat inspirational peacefulness on my eardrums my small hands delicately pluck my imaginary guitar strings as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's magical voice cracks with emotion, and my soul tingles with excitement For creativity flows within my veins I breath real music, such as she, as soon as daylight opens thine dark brown eyes to see The poetic flowetry, carries me and speaks to me the notes capture my inner disturbance and desires until the soundtrack of my day takes me into Summers night thoughts of my dreams of being a published poet clearly float into my sight Then, I sit as I place my pen upon the paper black and white turn to one and my soul bleeds onto pages into an early sun
It's unexplainable yet undeniable as incredible as that may seem Society says it's debatable, unfavorable but the impossible is inspirational to me You can be unshakable no fear of breakable you're completely capable of anything It's indescribable to be anti-gravitational not held down by fallible thoughts of man. It's not irrational in fact it's quite practical acceptably exceptional to be adaptable So go be sensational a professional radical Escape the natural and taste the magical You call me laughable my thoughts fallible cause this world's not bashful in its disdain But I've grown fanatical now I'm unflappable to touch the maximal and taste the valuable I see the beautiful in everything! *Based on first print in Debbie's contest rules Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi Contest Name: Rock My World Date: 4-19-14
Sometimes I Feel Beautiful Driving along thinking about what I'm about to do brings a smile to my face. Without a doubt my hair and nails make a big difference in the way I feel about myself! When I look pretty; I feel pretty. Today my nails will be done in pink and white, oh yes, perfect they shall be. Nothing short of looking delicate and refined I tell myself. I am so excited; the anticipation brings joy into my heart and laughter to my lips! My hair appointment is closing in. High lights and shaping adds a playful and fun demeanor. Beautiful is how it's going to look and beautiful is how I'll feel. I almost need to pinch myself for I wonder is this really happening to me! Tears sting my eyes and giggles flow forth. Yes; this is my life and this is happening to me! Thinking of my new makeup and how youthful I'm going to look brings joy into this heart of mine. I can hardly wait to put it on as the excitement builds; I dance around and giggle. I feel so beautiful thinking how perfect I'll look with everything finished. At times I tell myself, "I know he loves me, I can tell". The glowing in his eyes seems to sparkle with love and passion. My Heart beats a little faster as excitement and wonder fills my entire being! Yes, this is how it should always be, a life filled with joy and laughter. Finding ways to look beautiful helps me feel beautiful. It's this that causes me to giggle and dance about. The unbridled excitement loosened, flowing through my veins fills me with love and wanting. Tomorrow just maybe this joy will add new meaning and direction causing me to continue feeling beautiful.. Debbie Knapp
He was born of a virgin They laid him in a manger Discovered by shepherds Worshiped by wise men Holy is the lamb Built more than a carpenter Taught more than a teacher Foretold more than a prophet More Sovereign than any king Holy is the Lamb He was acquainted with sorrow He was despised and rejected He was nailed to a cross He said Father forgive them Holy is the Lamb Yes, His mercy is incomparable His love is immeasurable His sacrifice incomprehensible His grace is so irresistible Holy is the Lamb The atheist just can't stand him Because death couldn't keep him No grave could ever hold him What will you do with him.. Holy is the Lamb Contest: Verlena's "Holy Is The Lamb" Date: 10-1-14 Poet: LyricMan
I never did the ''He loves me not.... He loves me'' game with flowers. I already knew nobody loved me so why should I listen to a stupid flower? I did make wishes on dandelions after the bloom died and it was tiny spikes of fluff waiting to blow away till next year. I hated wasting my time but I couldn't resist. I figured ''If there's even a small hope that this will work.... I've got to try! '' I would find a spot where nobody could see me and I'd whisper my one wish the same wish every time. Thousands of dandelions blown away by my pleading breath. I never told a soul my wishes. Until now. I wished to be happy one day... with a husband who loves me and kids who love me. I wished so hard... I never thought those dandelions were listening.
A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.
He winces contritely, The new silver in his hair Is only a wise light. I try not notice for only He is only my life. I stare with abandon, My wine glass And how it fills red, violet, white And can only be the vessel for reflection The filament spreads evenly And this liquid delights. I retrace the warmth of the quiet To the long mountain road at midnight The trees in the headlights The thick forest blackness Hours of clean air I crack the car window Freezing July tonight. It is longer than expected, But I know how to wait. No longer a wispy maiden with eyes of dread. Life is this heartbeat He glances at me often on the curvaceous up climb Our mature honeymoon Captured in memories' sight. I tell him this is a good place to stop. It is frightening to be at the top of the wilderness in the cold, But be bold for the cosmos has an order That fills every space with spectacle, In the pitch, there is no interference. No glaring light bulbs or street signs. Only creation's windows. He winds me into his arms, Our celestial bodies are now the heat Against the shiver--Death's a small disturbance Speak to me with light my love For existence only When the only cover for sleep will be these stars.
16th & 28th may 2012. By: SASHI PRABHU (ZEAUOXIS) A fortnight back, an evening drove me to Sernabatim shores, To calm my mind's fury that was churning galore. There, I listened silently to what the ocean waters were seeking to tell me, Opened myself to the wisdom, which unfolds with each wave that melts, frothy but free. Far away on the shores stood alone in soothing waters, I me and myself, alone, Gawking and listening to the tepid simmering waters, melancholy strains unknown. And then the churns in my mind began to gasp and soothingly ebb down, Festooned happiness and joys began to ooze and erupt all around. Ears now filled with sweet melodies of spent waves tirelessly repeat, Each note calmed my mind and subtle positives vibes making my mood upbeat. The warm saline breeze whispered as she blew around me, A queer descant engulfed my bare body amidst mists of water sprays. On the supple and soft shores made myself a pillow of wet sand, And spread myself facing the black velvet sky that to me seems so grand. The stars, planets and the moon up above, Stood witness to my body and mind, of earthly pain freed now…… The sand was my warm bed at night, The frothy spent wave came on to me like blankets of never ending delight. Spirits look down on me from all round and up above, Now, disappeared the abyss of remorse, as were abound the cataclysmic effects of joy and love. I felt I was in paradise that night, Under the moon shining bright, And then opened, the flood gates of my mind, Like magic, the sublime wisdom into me seeped in to be confined. And then my mind's canvas filled with tone tint and hues With the wisdom that the waters to me impart without bemuse. Stop leaving and you will arrive, Or else joys of innocence you will deprive…. Stop searching and you will see, Don't hold on or withhold..let go and it will come back of its own will …free… Stop running away and you will be found, What goes around comes around.. I struggle no more, I live my moments without hate and abhor. I walk freely and can now attract, That to me which was absolutely abstract. For in me has now absolutely dissolved, The fear of separation, failure and anxiety... To the next level evolved. To the next level evolved i wrote this one one a shack at sernabatim beach at south goa ,India... and left it in the menu card......4 days later i got it published in the newspaper using my pen name....the next week end i went to the shack and the owner had put it up for all to read
You're on my mind Doing things which you Love most with me Creating marvels of life You want to share Making impossibility Possible and real Exploring the vastness Of love we share Even in our minds Let's don't stop These uncanny feelings Until we realize It's all in our minds.
Years past unfold Seems just yesterdays Tomorrow will be New Year Streams of thoughts never change.
Once upon a gloomy night Stars and fireflies a bit apart Moonlight shadow so bright. Mysterious figures appeared before my eyes Oh I can't imagine I was staring with chills It was the first time I witnessed those apparitions What an experience to be treasured It changed my life, dreams, and mind Even today the vision still vivid.
Whoa!...To all the evil That we seldom can see is real Whoa!...To all the broken hearts That can now no longer feel Whoa!...To all the tears That to easily begin to start Whoa!...To all the sadness That gets sealed within our heart Whoa!...To all the depression That gets trapped within our mind Whoa!...To all the sorrow That our hearts always seem to find Whoa!...To all the pain, and suffering That cloud up our once bright skies Whoa!...To the veil of falling tears That fall from the angels eyes This world can be a sad, and somber place That on occasion we all shall find Though the best thing to do is wipe it all away Then cleanse your heart, soul, and mind Dan Kearley: 12-19-12
Struggling to be part Of your affectionate heart But nothing to expect. Searching my share of Fragments with your mind stuff Still longing for whiff. Oh this life always Mingling with equal heartaches Destined to be parted ways. Whether this thing exists I still be longing with tears My existence persist with tests. Rushing biddable thoughts All the years with struggles Misdeeds cause bitterness.
I wandered the vastness of the universe Just to met you here I considered many life times to glimpse Your adorable essence I explored the magical land of Atlantis Even the technological Lemuria I lived a couple of thousand of years in Sumeria And learned to spoke magical words I lived with the hundreds of lambs in Syria To learn how to live with them in the barren land I was in Mongolia to learn how to cook food And created my own menu I was with the Emperor and Empress of Japan To be one of their counsels I was once a daughter of a peasant in Italy Learned to live with a single meal a day I learned to fly an airplane in France And leave my profession for marriage I craved to wrote songs in Canada But still longed for someone I knew I was with you in the battle ground of ancient Egypt I learned how to kill and to be killed then I tried to discover more about myself Lived inside a cave of mountainous Indonesia I entered the great temple of India To learn how to be the master of my surroundings But died when a mysterious epidemic spread I created more thoughts and realized inside a cell in Chile And killed myself for an escape to my wrong ordeals I existed again to work on my rippled karma I visited the temples of Tibet to find peace I discovered how to heal myself And every person I tormented I roamed around the great City of Brazil But to no avail I never saw someone like you I remembered why I am here then I still chased you in further ground of Incas But nothing happened You still left me for another person I continued to soar within this land And was killed while counting miles across the sea of England I explored the lessons of to be abandoned As I always waited for this love I was catapulted again in the battle fields of the Philippines Where I was killed in an ambush with my three best friends Yet my desire never materialized I returned here being wary you was out of life again I decided to get back to the golden planet But escaped before the capsule like craft flown While have had a thought in mind That I am expected you to came And now finally we bumped each other again This will be the last life I shall chose to see you Since I planned long before this moment I will be home where I am from And be one with my sparks.
I am Reality's angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?
Come out, I whisper, come out peek softly from your veil of clouds, grace the velveteen sky with your glow Speak to me your tales of woe, of lovesick souls in search of hearts, lost in the labyrinth of desire... then show me there is Hope ...Enchanted midnight moon ...of which the Moon whispers back... Step out from the shadows, step out bravely bask in my borrowed light, fill the night air with your hope Sweetly sing to me your wishes of love, of ill-fated hearts to find their soulmates, alive from the abyss of despair... and I'll tell you all is not lost ...Courageous, faithful soul ** 2009. this was originally written separately, but decided to try out combining them in 1 poem...:)
Clock tics so smoothly Whilst celebrants big bang came Past out new hopes in.
Rippling sound melting One's inner being outward Unite its fragments
Lord, I Praise And Worship Your Name! Lord, I praise, worship and honor your name! Into my heart… I invite you to rule and reign! Lord, I give you my love and attention! You have set me in a new direction! Lord, it is you that brings a daily reminder… Your grace and mercy is so tender and kinder! Lord, I humbly raise my hands in adoration… And lift you up in worship and exaltation! Lord, Jesus… You are the one I need this day! I appreciate you much more than words can say! Lord Jesus… Thanks for all you've done already. When your trumpet sounds… I want to be ready! Dear Jesus, take my life and my way of living! All that I have… To you I am giving! You are and will always be the one for me! How I long to be with you for eternity! By Jim Pemberton
There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as "God's set of rules." There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no "church and state" separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under "suspicion." There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of "tradition." There seems to be a lack of any kind of "spiritual nutrition." There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; "I'm going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday." This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won't you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton
So many people are out smelling the flowers... Hope some planting them. Pluck not the flower Let it be the delight of other travelers Flowers in morning tell us to look up always and not to look down By plucking petals impossible to gather.... fairness and fragrance Fairness and fragrance always will stay in the hand that gives to someone I asked a flower, "What is the meaning of life?" opened empty hands. +++ August 14, 2014 Form Haiku (Syllables Total 102- (6 by 17) Dr. Ram Mehta Contest: Enlightenment by marvin celestial
Exquisite the ravel of his comforting quilt a pondering notion of wisdom is felt I take a sip of his lovely red wine, Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine susurrus hymns of love at times or perhaps lissome words in flowing lines silently I sit as his words come to life, Dr. Rams words are better than gold...........simply divine o' the words that linger, perhaps burn inside his heritage, his love, his grand design I fall in dream into his domain of time, Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine a song of one soul a dance for all, profound a story unraveling with pages alive Dr. Rams words are better than gold.......... simply divine
I took many roles In my own life's drama And with every person I met I had been a mentor And a tormentor at once Even a victim and a culprit too If I cried it was because My role requires it If I am injured it was because The role I took requires it and so on If I ruined the life of someone In one of the life's dramas I took I didn't have regrets Again because the role I took requires it If I consider the role of a mad man I shall not hesitate to take it If that role requires the thrill In anyone life's drama If the drama I chose To take is never ending I don't have any regret taking it Because the drama requires it Every role I took we agreed On how to execute or perform The scenes in which the drama requires With the leading man or leading woman Every cast, director, crew and drama goers If death is required in taking A role in anyone life's drama I shall exuberantly consider it Because my life is a drama And my life is a choice.
Everything is not always just black and white hidden beneath what we think we know are the blurred version of what is really real and what we perceive to be real… Our hopes and dreams might not manifest in the way we envision them but somehow between what we wish and what our faith sets in motion things that are meant for us are born, birth from a tomorrow we didn't know existed Yet, It will mean the world to us, if not today maybe the next day… It's all part of living between what we thought is black and white and what is hidden beneath the tinted shades of hopes and dreams we never knew existed… © All Rights Reserved Contest: Inspirational 6th Place
A man I met once said to me, "Love does not fall down from the trees" A common expression from these parts When you search with your mind, and not with your heart. Love should be sought with the inner soul Not as frost bitten leaves, withered up with cold Neither rotten fruit, cruelly stabbed by blight Nor nuts that have ripened, then taken flight. I think love must grow out like a vine If the roots are strong, it proceeds to climb It entwines the heart, crushes trailing fears Then spreads and stretches with the years. I do not believe love lies upon the ground For we would spend our lives hanging upside down But if it grew along a vine It could grip and swing, with hands of time.
How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life's not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you're losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it's time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you'd like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won't last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It's time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it's hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you've been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something's askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There's help for you along the way. You'll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, "Thy Will Be Done", and you'll see it, I'm sure, but just don't run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He'll help bear the load. Don't bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You'll get there soon, if you just don't stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You'll start to believe you're in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you'll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you'll know he's there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God's hands today! There's no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you. Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006
A very tender child, aware, knowing Lives in your consciousness On your lips, in your heart, Part of you in every way Waiting, waiting patiently To be free, the right combinations Sequence that every locked door knows ciphering a message as complex completing the DNA sequence and replicate! Do you not know! Replicate, ciphering to transform, to live becoming alive again and again old as the ageless mystery of the bells ringing and singing the song of life The waiting heart stitches the words in some special sacramental order known only to those who wish to know And when the last bell is struck They are no longer words but alive and in becoming alive they simply spread their wings and fly away
Inner sanctuary envision harmony and mental clarity focus on a journey of possibility Meditate on transformation and awareness of inner state peace and healing Constructive thought instruct your mind to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice Where you can't see the wood for the trees under your nose is the path of freedom wholeness Put aside perceived struggles revitalize, relax, respond to body, mind, heart and spirit Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal bring about personal healing and conscious awakening Stillness of mind – concentration Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal beyond all negativity away from all interuption To allow time for self communication and expression of inner self Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and sights of nature or universe realisation comes in various form and shape causing us to feel life in fullest expression Connecting – whispers of wind radiating everpresent warmth of sun a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards connecting right back into where we are at right now unmoved unchanged and as we were Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or be judged let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility intelligence of knowing others wisdom of knowing self strength in mastering others power to master oneself Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – whatever – doesn't matter how you refer to it on personal level energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – to have enough is a richness in itself accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself
Ain't a word, you said. but it takes a daring gust for things start to be.
As I pass through time in my physical vessel I connect the rhymes, balancing them on my mind's trestle. My consciousness detaches from emotion and commotion and intricately latches onto an outstanding, expanding notion. At twenty-three and so onward, with every new midnight, and every new songbird, my mind escalates to a new height brilliantly brightening my eye's light. The novelty of these audibles inclines life to be anything but probable. Voluble are my audibles, relieving my eye of it's monocle. I focus and listen to the cosmic sounds physics has given. Seeing the sounds, all the compounds do abound and surround everywhere amongst these grounds. Strategy is imperative when dodging the chaos. Seek those audibles which avoid pathos. Embrace the novelty, embrace the ambiance for the moment now is all transience.
Another fresh year is here, I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear. I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest, and give the people around me nothing but the best. I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations, and work hard towards mending broken relations. I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear, and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear. I would love to make an effort to be a good friend, to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end. I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving, and spend more time in loving. I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous, and speak only the truth and for that be courageous. I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly, and cover them all with feelings that are friendly. I would love to learn to be sensitive, and towards others be open and receptive. I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me, and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see. I would love to learn to be content about all I have received, and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived. I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees, and work to help out for carbon emission decrease. I would love to learn to be unforgiving, and be more tolerant and caring. I would love to right some of my wrongs, and be true to myself and hum joyous songs. Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude, and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.
Clumsy days and hazy nights Haunting and bring me tears I should stop perturbing Whilst my heart still whipping Wrath of nature is just reflection Of my fragments that created imprints Within my being that stands steadfast Even in the darkest days of my existence.
There's no comparison to Nature's Art; It's seen with the eyes and felt with the heart; I see it in the trees and the ground that I walk, In the prance of the deer and flight of the hawk; The unearthly quiet before a thunderstorm hits, The sulfur and electricity that a storm emits; The mighty mountains standing tall with pride, An artwork that can be seen far and wide; A blank canvas that nature made all it's own, From the air that I breathe to a moss covered stone.
July 16, 2014- Inspiration for "When No One Reads" When no one reads, keep writing right now just might not be the right time. Poets are currently considered lowest of low, scum of slums but that doesn't mean things will always be this way. Be patient growing your poet trees persistent, doing it for the right reasons dredge that sludge of truth stuck deep within your gut. Get it out, get words down just don't try so hard and please pay no attention to those lacking appreciation for your goddamned art. When no one reads please...keep writing.
Sandy grains wash over and over a discarded glass bottle leaving what is left smooth as silk to my fingertips touch like a childhood memory thought over and over once more and as I look out into the unyielding sea I recall your promise words I recall, over and over again like the waves splashing my tan feet upon the sands for you are overdue love to return to me as I kiss my love note to you and toss the bottle once more into the dark blue abyss below my coke bottle promise forever and only yours I do stay honest
When autumn comes to drop it's leaves. Unreconciled, the branches greive. To enter winter's long goodbye. Awaiting spring, again to sigh. Amidst the heat of summer's sun. The planted seed will soon be done. Only the rain of heavens love. Can help the plant rise up above. The seasons we all have to live. Are waisted if we don't forgive. A heart that's full of pain and sorrow. Requires hope to meet tomorrow. When someone needs a helping hand. It's nice when they can join the band. To know that they can sing along. To harmonize in life's long song.
' Language Lesson Learned … ' 59th Senryu I Don't ' Speak ' Evil I Don't ' Understand ' Wicked Translation … Ended
They tried to make you go to Rehab... you said... NO! NO!! NO!!! Shoulda' packed your bags ta' Rehab... you wouldn't GO! GO!! GO!!! boo-hoo hot-mess Wine-HORSE
I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home, times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, the act that held me down, something about me I could not see, I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share, love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being? My life will move in the direction I choose, this I know I have always been taught that I choose to be a winner or lose, its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts. Ken Fepulea'i
If I were a bird, would you clip my wings then cage me away with pretty things? And, if my wings were to be clipped why not just burry me within a crypt, For a cage is too small for a master of sky, I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly. For to have wings that cannot soar, then why not nail me to the floor? Tonight I shall make my final swan song knowing I have been locked away so long. For a cage is too small for a master of sky, I was meant so kiss the sun, soar, and fly. So still the caged bird, she sings without her sky, without wings. Sometimes laments, sometimes sighs, sometimes she whistles her own reprise. For a cage is too small for a master of sky I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly. So then curious is it, the caged thing who finds she has the heart to sing? Because it would seem a great strain to be caged seems twisted and profane, for a cage is too small for a master of sky, I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly. When asked, why do you sing, bird? The answer is a simple word, hope, for escape from behind these bars that keep me caged from the stars. For a cage is too small for a master of sky, I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly. Birds should have no master, no kings and love cannot be clipping wings. But now it seems I must live confined, in this hand crafted cage of your design, but a cage is too small for a master of sky I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly. So must I wait for these wings to heal and relearn how the wind may feel. If I must be caged, still my heart sings of the day I can again use my wings.
...A poem is a spoon that you can bend with your mind. It depends on psi if you are mutant X or Y a paranormal opportunity or a wild talent of psionic penmanship . Stare at the pattern on the handle as you imagine the handle either roses or unicorns are emblazon here. So much the better as your mind bends the words and the metal obeys... Spoon begins to tremble there is no knife to run away with. Then comes the period like an empty plate. to contain a bent spoon with squeezed letters...
There is a phrase of words be praised I've heard somewhere before; Down amongst the dirt and weeds Of things we most deplore. Which rob us of our rightful place In the shade of dignity and warm sun: "Forever to endeavor, Persevere and overcome." It might have been a movie scene With Clint Eastwood as I recall Listening to a displaced Indian Recant their final fall. Dispensing with philosophy Of a life lived on the run: "Forever to endeavor, he said, Persevere and overcome." Or perhaps another book I've read Or a whisper in the wind; Those words imbedded deep inside My memory, like good friends. Down in the brain beyond the strain Of races lost and won: "Forever to endeavor, they say, Persevere and overcome." All the slings and arrows Once released upon us all; Sorrow and deceit caused by liars and cheats While struggling over mountains wide and tall. Bringing occasional relief but more often defeat As if trapped inside a spider web well spun: "Forever to endeavor, they say, Persevere and overcome."
Written on: 4th and 5th April 2012. by : sashi.prabhu The beaten path seems sinewy lean but somnolently long, In my life's journey, forgot to whiff sweet fragrance flowers beside these paths as I walked along. But I have reconciled and solemnly pledge not to ever repent, nor Cry or weep over my life's time aimlessly spent Will strive tirelessly to work on creative pursuits, To those conniving rascals standing beside my life's pathway care two hoots. On my gifts talents and skills focus and resolve, My heart and mind deeply involve and take myself to the next level and I profoundly evolve. Life it has begun to seem to me now very much brighter, My body, mind and heart they all feel joyous nimble and lighter. Have changed myself like the astute breeze, Harmoniously and with simplicity have begun to live my life with ease. Now, I seek inward courage to emphatically say, Looking into their mind's eyes "please make way". I have got stuff to do and keep life's somber and sepulchral processes at bay, My desire now to change is ever firmer than my wish the same to stay. Now I have made up my mind to let them know the truth, I really would not bother if I shatter their "illusions" and sound terribly uncouth…………. I am not what happens to me I am what I choose to be… I am me……… M FOR ME By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
So thoughtfully busily going to the tomb Were you enamored with words from the womb Verbally gurgling did you succumb Or did it come later in life Likened to lightning spelling you under Suddenly there before hearing the thunder Rapidly vapidly words in your head Were ringing and clamoring yet to be said At work in your garden editing hedge Trimming unwanted excess It smacks of sedition this growing ambition To put plants in orderly rowed inhibition Sun reaching in silent distress The beauty of discipline held up to view In close captivated submission In ranks and in rows uniformly disposed Earthbound and holding attention Yet openly Stubbornly free They continue to grow. To Flander's field poppies And crosses akin They are harvests of memory to reap Promises planted to keep
it's the last Sunday of the year known as 2010 and i hope next Sunday a new year together we'll begin as humans we have a habit of looking back over the past year to hopefully gain a better understanding of all that occured back there there's nothing wrong with reviewing last year's trials and tribulations maybe next year we'll have a solution to better handle those situations in 2010 we made some resolutions and we set some goals but did we overcome our challenges or did we lose control? over our aches and pains, our difficulties, our struggles and our strife our bouts of frustration, our complications, just trying to live life we had some trials in 2010 of which we wish we could redo but we need to remember all the triumphs that somehow got us through we might not have had a lot of money but somehow the bills got paid we might have fell into some choppy waters but somehow we learned to wade we had some illness, we had some issues and we all had some strain but by the grace of God we triumphed and somehow still stayed sane in the book of Hebrews a group of people had some trials and tribulations and when they accepted Christ they came into a godly situation they took that walk with God, they took that leap of faith and came to realize that when one's in Christ the devil will be in your face as its not all peaches and cream whenever a person commits to God there will be trials and tribulations just keep a prayerful heart there will be those whom you thought cared about and supported you who may become your biggest detractors and stomp all over you but you need to understand that the enemy will have you under attack just keep your eyes on God and stay on the right spiritual track as all things are possible with God for He's in complete control God is God all by Himself and you need to understand that your role is to trust in Him, believe in Him for through you He gets all the glory so let your trials and triumphs be a testimony and inspiring story for you can't have a testimony without having being tested and there is no triumph without a trial you have bested you came through some fires and you survived some floods and all of it was by the grace of God and the power of the blood you triumphed over death and today you're still alive you triumphed over the devil no matter how hard he strived you made it through 2010 standing on the promises of Christ you had your trials, you had your triumphs and above all you still have life
Look at me And I'll return your gaze But know not what you see Talk to me And I will answer But know not what you think Listen to me And I'll tell you of me But know not what you hear But touch me And I will know you And understand that you Saw me Heard me Care
Defiance Digging in my heels I'm ready to run, onward I go with my back to the rising sun Shadow demons be gone pester me not, I'll run so fast that you'll soon be forgot Newly reborn with no sign of a savior, renouncing the old ways desolate behavior Forged in fathoms of what could have been, not knowing how not knowing when My legs tighten I take off in the sand, in search of tomorrow in search of new land Burning back from the sweltering heat, blisters echo my pain in my pounding feet Relentless I run from my shoes I break free, running as fast as I can to my destiny Dried out earth slowly turns green, desert skies of red turn a blue and white serene Grass under foot a new way is found, no longer am I tethered no longer am I bound Freedom calls to me bellowing from within, where will it end where should it begin Breaking the summit confident I leap, my dreams my desires these things I will keep Diving down toward the crystal river, no more regret no more fear not even a sliver Splashing down into the waters cleanse, my conviction is what my success depends Swimming to the shore naked to the sun, it's my time to rebuild my time has begun Drakavai2013
I Dare You... to be all you can be to think positive at all times to achieve all of your goals in life to captivate the minds of others by doing creative and unique things I Dare You... to believe in yourself to encourage others to do good things to love and respect yourself as well as others to have faith even when you are going through the storm I Dare You... to love and obey your parents and partners in life to be the best mother, father, sister, brother, son, daughter, husband or wife you can be to love your neighbors and even your enemies to expand your horizons I Dare You... to let a stream of wisdom flow through the valley of knowledge and into your sea of understanding to allow that wisdom, knowledge, and understandig to be enhance by the word of God I dare you... to speak the wisdom, knowledge, and understanding into a listening ear in hopes that you may glorify God by sowing good seeds and get someone to accept Christ in their life I Dare You... to fear the wrath of God. for if you do then you would do your best to be the best Christian you can be I dare you to suffer for God; to change your life by giving it to the Lord For if Christ is on your side no devil in hell can be against you For the Lord said so Himself And if you do not believe me I dare you to do the research yourself I DARE YOU...I DARE YOU...I DARE YOU!!!
< amidst thy shell's core healing of ones soul begins with ......... wholesome cleansing
Some divine light Beams upon my life Every day the same sight: A star beyond shallow sky, Would I see you if I die?
Although fertile were the fields, I plowed That self-same earth lies barren now; Barren evermore. Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman For my seeds were sown in the wild and unsullied season Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my labors Yields neither fruit nor flower. Still what remains behind us after we have passed u nto nothing Is it the perception of ourselves by others Or the small and humble things that are the substance of my struggle? Although tertile were the fields I plowed That self-same earth lies batrren now; Barren evermore. Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman For my seedswere sown in the wild and unsullied season Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my loabors Yields neither fruit nor flower.
Charity blossoms in hope with light of love Water pours like quiet musings from a dove A fragrant garden of flowering plants Once, seeds sown by giving hands A feast for the body, mind and soul She welcomes with arms that enfold Fulfilling the needs of every man And validates souls in all circumstance Like roses thrive in sunlight and rain Charity grows unencumbered where love remains She builds up, repairs with her kind deeds Scattered near and far by millions of seeds ~*~
Alive today, in this time, undeserving, yet, I am blessed… By His divine mercy By His eternal love With a resolute faith With a loving family With special friends – a few With hands yearning to heal With a gift of verse -sometimes With a gift of stitching - therapeutic With a spirit for sharing With a penchant for nature – no reptiles With a special love for roses With a beautiful smile that welcomes With great fondness for the sea shore With an incredible love for books and music With a heart that loves unconditionally With eyes that still see some good For all these things-everything and More! *Note: For Dane-Ann's "Count Your Blessings" Contest
his smile mesmerized her her scent intoxicated him his eyes hypnotized her her touch magnetized him.. precious moments linger... passionately divinely sensually his strong hands caressed her her flowing hair tickled him his sweet kisses captivated her her playfulness enticed him purely safely freely precious moments linger... his tenderness showered her her dewy glow bathed him his legs entwined with hers her legs entwined with his.. precious moments linger... for eternally they are... his and hers.
For my Devonshire To which I dare to aspire I still feel your fire Nay deny that you retire My wish for you to sail higher This many do desire We continue to conspire Father her life is no on the wire I beseech you sire Much love have we all acquired Though her fears may be dire Toss those to the wind With this message I send You are my dear dear friend No matter what end With these words i say again Father she is my friend My true next of kin It's time to see a wind
If I had my life to live over again I think I would probably do just the same For though some bad mistakes I have made I know I am wiser for these escapades Things in life are seldom easy Even your first beer makes you queasy Your first fag will make you as sick as a dog On your first drunken night you will sleep like a log But all these things can teach you so much How sometimes even to life you can't clutch Live life to the full one day at a time And that really is a philosophy of mine For you never know what will happen next For your life is written out like a text It's just there for the taking From sleeping to waking So go out and kick the world in the teeth Because one of these days you will be underneath We do not live forever, just a short span So I tell you this get your fun while you can
you've just started to make it happen your project is now being processed but you need to know how to handle the haters who are only about giving stress the hate that has consumed the hearts of men the state of our moral being where compassion and brotherly love are no longer the traits we are seeing hating has become the latest fad it has bloomed into full season where people just seem to hate on others for no apparent reason from President Obama to the NY Yankees the hate has grown exponentially where people hate them for what they've accomplished and what they've come to be hate is a demonic force it's a full frontal assault of agitation it usually occurs when someone has started on a divine assignation it seems to come with the territory as the devil always manifests whenever someone starts something that is positive and blessed the devil then gets very busy when it comes to anything done being good his noxious persona then arises in those who hate on you as if they should just don't give the haters a chance to harm nor hinder you just trust in the will of God for it will see you through in order to handle the haters you need to ascend to a spiritual plane for to hate like them is a burden that you don't need to sustain as hate may cause you to lose your way it can obstruct and intervene so don't allow hate to enter your heart and plant unrighteous seeds God said no weapon formed against you shall prosper nor prevail so let God handle the haters and send them straight back to hell and don't allow the haters to hurt nor humiliate you stand firm on the word of God for it's foundation is strong and true now in the midst of your Godly mission continue to stay the course as God's got more righteousness than the devil has demonic force now is the time to put on the whole armor of God to show the haters that you are not faint of heart now ready, focused, heightened, alert and aware in a sure and secure position as evil is everywhere and don't let the haters get too close nor give them the chance to slip in for they will choke the life out of you and then turn around and grin as the more they hate on you the more in Christ you will grow just continue to do a good work in the name of the God we all love and know how to handle the haters those folks who only want to drag you down is to let them see the joy of the Lord in you while you're standing on higher ground
YOU'RE THE WEAK ONE You're the weak one, you're a bully. The weak one is definitely not me. The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can't seem to see. So, I'm going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways. Your weakness began on your first bullying day. Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through. I actually feel a little sorry for you. Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate. Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life? Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high. Al Johnson
New growth of life blooms Nurtured by water and light Look within for peace
I am looking right at you and you don't even know it. I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff. But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff. Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit. Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. Maybe I'll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff. Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff. Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won't quit. Upside down, Inside or out, I'll throw down. I am the clout. Don't mistake my identity, Either or, it's your eternity. ® Registered: Ann Rich 2009
I heard he wrote a good line That he had flair and style And as I read his work That captured me for a while And there he was, this gray beard A stranger to my heart Strumming my soul with his keyboard Writing my emotions with his heart Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caressing me softly with his love I felt all elevated my Emotions all on fire I felt that he knew me Read my thoughts outloud I prayed he won't leave me Just keep on caressing me awhile for he was Strumming my soul with his keyboard Writing my emotions with his heart Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caresssing me softly with his love He wrote poems as if he knew me In my darkest days Then he read right through me Oh! How much I really craved For he was Strumming my soul with his keyboard Writing my emotions with his heart Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caressing me softly with his love Caressing me softly with his l--o--v-e (This is a take off on the song "Killing Me Softly With His Song". I heard it as an instrumental and this just hit me. It applies to all soupers whose poetry has touched my heart as well as some of my well know poets and poetessess.) Written by: Sara Kendrick
"i can see the truth, in pain's honest form a death rejoiced, a life unknown." when at times, my despair grows high i keep with me, an honest nights cry when darkness closes, and the night is long i remember the sun, and keep my faith strong a new day has come, with its own peace of mind and then i can believe, love isn't that hard to find i look around and see, the rays of a brand new day shining brightly all around me, a hope for me to say: "i can see the peace, in truth's honest form a life rejoiced, a love reborn."
Smoke ladened vision scratching at my eyes making them cough, conversations drift across the panorama of my hearing. (the world needs more poets) Words rattle, separate conversations combining, melding, sinking up together to make sense. (the world needs more poets) 9/11, always honored, Johnny Cash filled space with honorable reasoning biting at laws flaws. (the world needs more poets) My mind sinks inside itself, grabbing at the crimson and dark, lancing the boils of imagination and still notes drifts in soothing the savage beast. (the world needs more poets) Stay off the sidelines, bite into the fabric of life, feel the blood run down your chest, exciting your nerves as you lick your lips and wait for the next inspiration. The world needs more poets. (This was inspired by a congregation of people)
The crescent moon overlooks The pink taffy sky as it melds With the grey mist that rises From the creeks and gently rolling hills I read a long time ago To avoid criticism one should Say nothing, do nothing, be nothing But even in doing that one gets criticised Many politicians say a lot Buttering everyones' toast But when it comes down To doing anything worthwhile They are like a phantom, ghost, or apparition That disappears at first light or close observation They have to hide in shadows So that their half-truths, lies, straddling of the fence is not found out So how can we learn from this What can we do with our lives What can we be, say, write If we say, be, write then can we Follow through with action Moon is getting fainter just a bare Silver almost hair Against the very gray-blue sky that mixed With the mist of the earth two have combined Seemingly forming one body Duty has called me from the carefree moments That exist out on the porch as the roosters begin Their crowing, the crickets have quietened, And the birds have begun their morning chirping And life calls me away to do the responsibilities of day
In this moment, the present here and now Close to you in my hour of prayer Oh! how I feel the flowing of power In the here and now, thank you for care Your glorious care, power, love, Father You are gentle spirit everywhere You are the great loving choreographer Of lives working everything for good The greatest spirit that is our coacher Thank you loving Father for Son who stood In my stead, bled and was nailed on my wood
Out on the porch in the still morn Looking at the foggy damp knoll As I think about being reborn And eat grits from the new soup bowl Neighbor's roosters sing their morn's song Fog's moisture down the Oak leaves roll All seems right and we get along And eat grits from the new soup bowl All is not right many unrests Wars and fightings many lost souls Those sad thoughts burn within my breast As I eat grits from the new soup bowl What can I do and still exsist And eat my grits from new soup bowl
My heart decided long ago That life is for adventures, and That bound'ries flow like rivers flow. Though people told me what to know, I'd weather ev'ry reprimand -- My heart decided long ago. I fought false rhetoric, and so Set out across an unknown land, Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow. I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow -- I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand -- My heart decided long ago. I felt the winds of wisdom blow -- The breath of Life, and Her command -- That bound'ries flow like rivers flow; And on Life's river now I row, My destiny within my hand; My heart decided long ago That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.
Writing is my challenge each day But it's not the words or what to say. It is the connection with other writers here Because I feel I'm not worthy or equal I fear. The talent expressed by so many others Often makes me want to hide under the covers. The gems that are written and ones that I read Are so inspired, personal, and give me a need. That's why I come here every time To see what others have put in their rhyme. Carolyn always has a message for me to ponder And others write things that make me wonder. I often race to the "New Poems" just to see If by some chance there's one by which P.D has destroyed me. And Carol, Bob, Nick, Emily, Wilma, and "the Sweetheart" Write things that sometimes I just can't pull apart. The Doc has written so many things I am amazed sometimes at the thoughts he brings. Others are here who write so well Their words do me so oft compel. For like unto them I want to be Writing words that have meaning for others to see. Will they be worthy I say when I'm done Or will they be read by others, as I've intentioned. You know I feel so many emotions just now Because of all these writers, I just don't know how. For they are a driving force for me And part of my challenge each day is to make them see. That because of them I have to write Sometimes into the wee hours of the night. To pick a favorite writer is...well a difficult choice So I pick them all, because they shout with one voice. "Write, you fool, then write some more" Words I hear and cannot ignore. So I choose them all...all here in this group The ones who have made me hungry for Soup. There, I've said it...and you know that's not in haste The Soupers that are here are the best of all to taste.
On this winding path many people come and go but angels remain ~**~
Lonely lunatic, look for the golden giraffe, and try to ride it soon! Raise clouds of dust in which the strange long neck horse Swims and dreams the waves attracted by the moldy moon: In mirror time, from dream descending both, of course; You can see the green hair of the sky and the rainbow rhomb; But, who is ready to pick the rusty thoughts of old memory? Among the clouds we try to row above our tomb; Following our recollections, we carve in expensive ivory. The river of time sent us its waves of this incense emerald hour In which we call back the summer's amber of the fruitful word; So, this can be seen through windows of our age tower And again we cross through the trees and the black sword: People of air turned to the blessed breeze of brotherhood, Reading Thora, Bible and Koran and walking in the wood
Deal with your servant according to your love and teach me your decrees And the Lord said unto me, "Rise above your own despair" "Offer your soul unto me; I will free you of this Prison cell" I ask Lord how can this be, "this cell is my home it is all I have left" As suddenly as flowers bloom in the spring, I was free inside The tears fell like two giant waterfalls cascading down my face And the Lord ask of me, "Take pen in hand and seek what you desire" From inside a Prison cell I was set free within; filled with the Holy Ghost Page by page I started seeking the truth as fiery tongues filled my pages Through the Lord a violent inmate was placed in a cell, by his grace The man who walked out of that cell," I am Poet, A child of God" This poem was written for Brian's contest
The dandelion sat along on the hill watching the rose's play. He asked to join the fun and games; is it all right if I stay? The rose's said, you can not play, for you are not one of us. Go back to your hill to your grassy clump, and don't you make a fuss. For we are tall with our beautiful stems and nicely shaped leaves. Our petals are grand, the best in the land, so stay away you weed. A beautiful flower, tall and grand, you are, the dandelion sighed. Your petals are grand, the best in the land, but i'd rather be pretty inside. For the rose's and their beauty so grand, will fade and wither with time, but the dandelion's beauty within, is one thing that will never die. :0)
The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God! I heard someone say "the Bible was written by man." But there's a truth I don't think he understands. God used man to simply be an "inspired instrument." This was more than some type of "experiment." God used many different people from various places. He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races! Though the words spanned a long period of time… They were written with all of us in mind! It was as if God himself had taken the pen. He spoke directly through different men. All of the books are together with a common goal. To bring the words of God to the common soul. I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction. Allow God's words to daily be your inspiration! Won't you read from Genesis through Revelation? You can learn about God's gift of salvation! The Bible speaks of God's love and holiness too! And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU! You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion! Your life can receive a blessed "abundant life expansion!" Through the words of Christ, you'll be blessed! As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest! I invite you to read and apply God's truth today! And be transformed by what he really has to say! By applying Biblical principles in how you're living! You'll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving! By Jim Pemberton
Upon the green hills of Cymru I stand arrested by the veiw of cryptic sea and ancient shore that stood ten thousand years before they met my callow eye and will remain for many more long after I die I'm solemn above the briny stew with thoughts of kin I never knew fishing the sea, mining the coal or mining the depths of a poet's soul A nation's buried history revived once more because it knows the blood that flows through me Blood that fed this fertile soil with the Celtic tears and toil of Warriors dead b'neath the peat that pads the soles of anglish feet the true Princes of Wales rule no more upon this shore except in children's tales The epic song of Arthur's quest or Madoc's journey somewhere west stories of the Mabinogion or family tales of distant kin who fought so hard, but failed to keep their ancient birthright so to distant lands they sailed Centuries pass, now here I stand a stranger in this native land welcomed by the foe of yore that chased my people from this shore leaving me a world apart from the Cymru pulsing through my blood and beating in my heart
L iving, giving, sharing your all with no expectation of returns O ffering gifts of kindness in words and deeds V isions of a world in which peace prevails E xtolling one basic truth that Love is all
He made the dew drops to embrace the foliage with the dawning of day He clothe the birds in a colorful array, He gave them voices to usher in a new day He gave us eyes to see He gave us ears to hear, He gave us voices to extol our gratitude and praise every day to start afresh, each day to appreciate the second chances ultimately embracing life with the sound of the birds, with the smell of the flowers each day filled with His blessings, sometimes we stare at them blindly, forgetful that He makes it all possible…
there across the wind rides my silly pride at times a sturdy arrow at times a butterfly how often i chose to follow the path of the sturdy arrow its landing was hard to find however, when i chose to try the path of the butterfly never, was i too far behind
wind always knows it limitation as it writes its swirling scripts upon threadbare roof. lamentations for the fields of empty prairies as the dry leaves rustle in strings of grass… i do not know my boundaries the geographical shapes of my darkness for life has been left empty with only a puppy of narrowness to feed scraps of plain verse too how the tail wagged for years as empty … i light candles like images on the window of my smile for the sputter of light is much more reassuring than the breathless darkness. i recite my own alphabets that i have hidden in the mysteries of my throat and marvel as the moonlight passes through the simple words the trellises of upper and lower case shades i have formed with my craftless hands and letters speak upon the glass of outside like frost for i have found my true words and they fit my squalor with a strength of calmness for darkness cannot abide in smallness so it leaves me as the darkest raven ever imagined…
. When in marriage, life together just begun Planned on adding to this wordly estate Planting an orchard was so much fun Foreseeing years of luscious fruit on plate But all things of this world cycle Being brought down to death and decay Very few of the trees still stand now They have gone to other uses_ maybe sleigh These temples are made of dust and minerals They will be put away in the dark earth grave But there is our soul which is immortal It will live forever and a day
Would you enter my world? If you imagine you could You can spelunk the caverns You might map out the woods Allow my spirit to guide you I'll describe what it means As you peer through my eyes At the silvered hoped streams Traverse the valley edge While you taste the summers rain A shower of suspended tears Unsalted by the pain Fix your eyes on hypnotic wisps Sailing across the sky en mass Rest in undisturbed infinity Upon fields of mossy grass Breath in the scent of cleanliness Within this entropy of soul Float on the notes of strumming bard Operatic tales he unfolds Do you possess that steely courage? To embrace a shattered man Sharing worlds of one another Walking journeys from within
I could…pretend like none of this is happening to me. Or even try and convience myself this is all a dream, and at any moment I am going to wake up and realize this. I could…imagine I was somewhere else, somewhere far away, where what I said and did had no consquences. I could… wish for more time, precious time, which seems to be running out faster with each passing moment. I could… live my life, with nothing but moments: memories frozen in time within my head. But for today, I want to forget about what I could do, start thinking about what I should do. For today, I want time to stand still, live in this moment without the preoccupations, of what could happen in the future. For today, I just want to be me.
Please just tell me that you're sorry and all will be forgiven. All these things in my past just hold me back from living. You showed me all the things I shouldn't be. You showed me all the things I shouldn't see. Is forgiving you really that selfish of me? Now that I'm older this feather must float on. On the winds of change that will never bring us together. If I never come to visit I hope you understand. No one really knows what it means to grow. You take water, you take the light. You take two clenched fists in a nasty fight. You take the anger, you take the might. And you get set back where you started from. You take all the things but where do we go? Maybe now you'll have what it takes to grow. I hope one day when I have kids, I can take everything and reflect on this. I'll never say empty promises. Anger resolved in hugs and kisses. A happy wife to a happy home means that I'll never be left alone. If I never come to visit I hope you understand. And maybe then I could stop telling myself that: I never really knew what it means to grow. I took the water, I took the light. I put my hands in my pocket to prevent a fight. I took the anger, I took the might. And found the place where it started from. I took all these things but where do I go? Maybe now I'll have what it takes to grow. And if I never come to visit I hope you understand, That I have what it takes to be a man.
New born poem snowing its flakes on my sunburnt heart. Great expectations.
Having hiked a thousand miles through forest, field and alpine valley, and lived a life of forced smiles while wasting time in fruitless dally, this highway hoped to bring me home yet no one's there to bid me, "Come." This life seems so ill-fated now and serves to keep my nerves at strain. The chase that led me away, somehow creates painful disorder in my brain. The wicked dreams became my master then let me be to clean disaster. How death-like it is to lose at love, but I refuse to take his hand. Emotions rise on wings like dove and I walk boldly in this new land. I've a rendezvous with death sometime but not 'til done with life sublime.
I once heard a saying, that the happiest people are the saddest Shining because they've seen the darkest Like the lotus that grows out of mud Or the rotting stump that bears a bud.. You never know what troubles the mind So be careful with words unkind The glowing person just beside you Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo Most people struggle everyday Souls burdened with decay.. I guess it takes a lot of courage To act normal with that damage Hard to believe that under the surface Lives a soul with no purpose A cry for help won't be any crisper Listen to the their inner whisper..
I'm So Thankful That Christ Saved Me! I'm so thankful that Christ chose to save me! I'm grateful for the life that he gave me! I'm so thankful for extending his warm embrace! And for planting my life on a solid place! I'm so thankful for all that God is doing! His spirit in my life is what he is renewing! I'm thankful for the opportunity to be one of his own! I ask for his blessing in my life and home! I'm forever grateful for his sacrifice on the cross! He is my hope! When all seems hopeless and lost! Thank you my Lord for being so gracious to me! You have given me your grace abundantly! Thank you Jesus for being my friend! How I love you again and again! You are the one that I cherish and adore! You've given me hope and peace and so much more! By Jim Pemberton
Words are just a decoy An excuse to dance around the truth Underestimated silence Proves language is uncouth Your gut will always tell you What your heart tries to ignore Most try their best to silence it Stirring an internal war Why deny yourself of happiness? Why pretend logic is correct? Why hide behind a curtain? Why pretend our hearts select? Ignorance is truly bliss Too bad that's not our case Lets take a risk and show our courage Let our souls meet face to face.
THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE In the Spring time I was blossoming, The world was bright and new. I learned to laugh annd cry and fight, For what I knew was true. That there`s a time to have your fun, And there`s a time for work, A time when we must learn to earn, And value all life`s perks. In Summer time I learned of life, Of people and the world. I learned that life`s a mixture, Of experience, a whirl, That sometimes life moves way too fast, It should be sipped and savored, Or else it plays out way too soon, And loses all it`s flavor. In Fall I learned acceptance, That what must be will be. It does no good to fuss and fret, `Bout what was denied me; For some it seems are richly blessed, While others get the crumbs, Who gets what is up to God, From Whom all good things come. Now Winter fast approaches, And what`s important now, Is what memories I`ll leave behind, Who remembers me, --- and how. Judy Ball For At This Age Contest by Nette Onclaud
My '90 Dodge Daytona sat Broken down On Horseblock Road. We hitchhiked east To Kelly's induction, Embarrassingly tardy. The trucks were leaving Ashes were spreading And 16 people stood Broken down Outside the service. Sean, Laura and I approached. We made 19 Peers in formal wear Feuding for space Between 2 cars. Packed with living friends, We found our way back home. Sean's flag stood through his window, Guiding and mediating, So nowadays I try to reason with atheists. I'll never forget returning to my Dodge. It started and drove without a flaw, And I felt like I had aced a test.
Duality spreading through the land Above my head; beneath my hands The greatest darkness I'll become Or one to show you the brightest sun Open my eyes unto this world Forget the silence I had heard Lingering on into this earth A sense of evil without worth Open my eye as I recall Imagination as I fall The pain of knowing what I was A monster blinded by their cause A pleasurable passion to restart The thought of choices in my heart Not what to follow - to agree Instead remembering humanity Create a universe from sand Building foundations without my hands Turning the darkness into light With a simple understanding of the night The paradoxes I can find Knowing we're not free will free our minds In seeing shadows we feel the sun Closing our eyes reveals freedom
I turned on the water sprinkler under the Weeping Willow A fine stream it did spray The tree was lacking the nourishment that it gets from water For it has not rained much in many days As I was working in my kitchen and viewing the scene Along came a male Red Cardinal On a rose bush he did preen Just close enough to the water to receive a fine spray When he was water coated, he flew away Up into the Weeping Willow and puffed his feathers out Shook his tiny body as a dog after taking a bath Then he sat in the Weeping Willow and rested for a spell Before he had time to dry, a Black Bird Landed on a Weeping Willow limb Just close enough to the spray to get his shower today Very intelligent these birds of the yard Knowing how to refresh and clean their feathers Sometimes I wonder if they are not more intelligent Than some of the humans that have big brains And fancy hair.... (I'll call it free verse for no other reason than I don't know where else it would fit.)
In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons The inescapable truth is that in the darkness Even your shadow leaves you Stare at the abyss and the void fills you Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart Shadows lurking out of sight Manifestations surround you the journey of the hopeless soul Is it a lesson that must be endured To make the heart steady So that when you reach the end You truly appreciate how bad it could have been And what you're capable of So that you know that you all need Is your beating heart and nothing else Just you Believing in a dream.. Something that The darkness Can't touch.
So it was that tragedy, which lead me finally, Have another invasion, upon my lands-never, To guard my boundaries, and bolster my army, Let the pain in my heart, with cold fury- wither The petty palisades of wood, are now of stone, Upon ramparts are erected, many cannons strong, Mighty swords sharpened, arrow-heads honed, Wishing anger to sustain me, keep my vigil long Much has been done, and more has been sought, I promised to be mighty, not conquered futilely, Often I be dismal, when I stare down my moat, Need I be strong always, but eternally lonely? Thence once these lonesome times, I look at you, Saw a princess lovely, aloof and shy, Could such beauty hold, a heart pure and true? "No" I told myself, knowing full well I lie Every moment then, are filled with longing, For I knew you were special, a fragile innocence, Could my night watch finally, see it's morning? But I won't give up easy, what I built so far hence To harsh self-flagellation, this denial has turned, Fiercer heart-rending than, being left for a fool, More formidable even, than all the days I mourned, For rejection of affection, is now my first rule Behind my quiet hard eyes, I ask you fervently, Underneath my grim and dark façade, lies a question, Hoping against hope, you will hear this mute plea, Allow me once again, to breath Love's desperation Hear this entreaty, asked in silent despondency, Words are not needed, Just feel my agony…… Could you be the Trojan horse, To capture surreptitiously my heart? Free me from this maddening curse, Shatter this misery to the tiniest parts
Years… Sometimes friend Often foe How the years seem to flow More quickly with each passing one And less, it seems that we get done With what years we've now left Let this not, though, Be our shame Let us use each year the same As we would use our waning breath Until at last our earthly death Does come, one final Year by Donna Golden May 23, 2005 (A few months before my twenty year high school reunion!)
Children sexually abused Hiding secrets none accused Mockingbird still sings False Charities stealing money Laughing while nothing's funny Mockingbird still sings Corporations shredding evidence Seas of hypocrisy and decadence Mockingbird still sings Cheating partners losing trust Teens pregnant from a night of lust Mockingbird still sings Rape victims ashamed to speak Lives destroyed remaining meek Mockingbird still sings Middle East raging in war All for pride nothing more Mockingbird still sings Delicate babies addicts born Crack whore moms selling porn Mockingbird still sings Gang bangers need attention Killing for an honorable mention Mockingbird still sings Fools and vengeance shall expire For winds of change to transpire While mockingbird still sings
Lord, do You remember me? I once sat upon your knee. You were my Father, I, your child in your presence small and mild. You carried me when I felt faint. You suffered for me without complaint. You forgave me for my transgressions and led me down the path of your direction. Lord, do You remember me? I search for You on bended knee. With head bowed low, I humbly pray, Lord, please fill me with your love today. I'll take the time to converse with You and listen as your voice rings through. I know You've never gone away. It was I who fell and went astray.
Snow fell in dollops, in kite like laziness too wet to stay white except in the margins. The contrary air kisses each flake melting each heart of ice. Bittersweet the temperature falls. Teardrops cling to greedy braches reminiscent of hand stitched jewels on a queen's gown. The matted margin of lingering grass crisps like spun sugar snow flakes on the lash of night.
The fresh morning air, crisp, wet, fragrant, alive delivers a shock to the sleeping mind waking the senses coming out of a drowsy yawn the new day dawns with vibrant colors echoing the motivation for change in my soul bright reds and golds warm the chilled, dew covered earth with the promise of tenderness and love the rising sun itself strengthens the resolve made in the darkness of night to grasp onto life to live it! To Love it! Not to let anymore of it pass by with pessimistic lethargy a brand new day has begun breathe in the vigor, feel the promise, live the power!
So, what do you have to tell me, Oh little girl, my little girl? Oh what do you have to tell me that brings wholeness to our world? ~~~ I was not born all filled with fear, I was not born for hate I did not arrive upon this world too early or too late ~~~ Oh, little girl, you need not cry, Your sadness is from years gone by Take heart, my sweet and gentle one at last our freedom has begun For you're still here, you did not die I am you and you are I
From The Time After God's Creation… From the time after God's beautiful creation… Between man and God… Sin has caused a separation! When God looked down upon all of mankind. Fellowship with man was what he had in mind! We were all created to bring honor to his name. But sin has brought much wickedness and shame! Sin has created an enormous "moral cavity." Mankind has reached an "immoral depravity!" Through God's son, a way has been made. His life for yours, on Calvary, was paid! Though mankind sinned, God didn't forget us! Jesus is here right now! He never left us! Through Christ' blood, our lives can be cleansed! A new life in Christ is where victory begins! Won't you come to the Lord who created you? It is no secret how much he loves you! Won't you come? Why there's still time? God has a purpose and a plan with you in mind! His grace and love can change you throughout! Knowing Jesus is what true life is all about! By Jim Pemberton
The wind did stir the thought in kind wanting - for if she knew my soul, just a spark of it, I would be a rich man... So long this ribbon of love that flows over the rocks of age and distant torment... The gate keepers sit alone watching, waiting for the violators who dare not call mundane theirs... It is those shackles which bind misguided dreams that which make fertile ground for the barkers at the door, for what else does one need to grey the vision and dull delight? You carry the scent of the well-traveled said the withered old man - I too know your pain, that which comes from never knowing home - those of us who seek blindly that which the world cannot give - home is not a place but a thought in time and nothing more than a stop to rest your ambition... Cry only for only those who cannot hear you, for it is selfish to do otherwise and seek home in the gentle embraces of those that know you... Be kind to those who would bite you, for in doing so it will bring light to a dark path... AND Always rejoice in life - it pisses them off and helps them to see the tragic flaw of their diluted beliefs...
Segun my child! My son! Soon, the cock will crow at dawn And the east will showcase the sun Soon, you will leave my home, To found your own With words of wisdom, you won't be alone. Like a mini-skirt, advice is too short But it covers the body's vital lot. Hear me. Your brother is not your friend, He is another you, but independent So your love for one another, allow no dent For the sons of men… Every journey far destination brings Nature presents a transport means The snow has the snow dogs The desert has the camels The long distant road has the horse Even technology came to aid us For the road, we have the cars For the seas and ocean, the ship For the rail, the train The sky has the airplane All, to lead us through our destiny lane That is it with man's life and the battle in it For whatever fate comes to us, so be it As the future hungers like a wild beast Likewise on it, your eyes be firmly fixed Take a deep breath my child, and learn this Every master was once an apprentice Be it the prophets or the dentists Fate is most times very unfair Be not defeated by the things you saw For life is more like war And all is fair in love and war. But whatever life's battle you face Nature will surely with remedy surface. When you fall or fail Don't ceaselessly wail Inhale…count to ten, and then exhale Turn stumbling block to stepping stone, So the builders reject, will be chief cornerstone Two Demi-gods are on man's destiny entrance Their names, Consistency and Perseverance Segun, to them, you must bow No matter what, no matter how On their feet, bring your head down I know my son, I know, That adventure is the blood of the youths But by rushing the moment, the petals are bruised So, calmly assimilate my child, calm study For so, Apostle Paul admonished Timothy Never be the first to hate But to forgive, be the first and be in haste My son, all humans can't love you If they all do, then they want to kill you Likewise, all humans can't hate you If they all do, then they want the best for you What people suffer to get, yet you so easily get That you must never despise For it is your miracle in disguise For the sons of men, Me, myself and I comes first Don't follow that context If you find the opportunity to rule My son, take the alternative to lead For where rulers doom, leaders bloom When fortune knocks on your door, Be quick to offer him a sit Use your wisdom and condor To keep him and give him no exit
We treat it like a marble in our pocket for a while we win it we lose it but no matter where it goes it always holds the warmth of our hands
Think, therefore, because We are, immortal shining Bright as the sun a million Times over, relieved in shades Of light and dark. This which we Seek eludes the touch of Understanding and refuses to be Fathomed, to learn of just how deep This thing goes. 'To Light' we cry In the darkest hours of night When the fear settles on us like a pall And the ancient horrors walk the corridors Of our minds as we struggle to sleep. Silence remains forever elusive to even the Weariest of those courageous enough To search the abandoned roads that lead to No truth other than: the road goes forever on. Still, their lives were not in vain, for even Though they failed in their quest they found Something much more valuable. Purpose. A thing for which we are woefully lacking In our small existence on this hurtling rock. But in this, discouragement comes swiftly, Brutalizing the strongest and planting doubt That swells to be all consuming. Let it not Inhabit or take up residence, or it will surely Destroy. Search not for the silence, or the purpose, But only listen. The clamor is not in the least Unpleasant. In time it is the most beautiful Music to the lovers' ears. It calms with the promise Of life lived and joy undiscovered. Peace. Uncompromised and Heavy with distilled hope. It flows like moonbeams To melt upon the soul. In the darkest of night, it comforts, And with the light, it binds.
The simultaneous effect of two glances across the last remaining distance between them Then when first they met Now when they are apart Each carrying within the beat of the other's heart
through a tiny lens held firmly with hands eyes gaze in awe.. with a simple twist colours explode harmoniously bright, sparkling,blinding.. the colours are stunning so vivid, so alive with truth as in life.. this ever changing vision is but broken glass shards not whole, not complete.. simple, plain, tiny pieces they don't fit, they don't belong different shades, different sizes.. fragmented, swirling on command no direction,they stop; at one's touch and through this seemingly disconnect.. therin lies their beauty for these tiny glistening pieces imperfect jewel tone shades, dance; together.. revealing the essence of life, humanity and all who breathe for they gloriously join; naturally.. to inspire joy, excitement, wonderment the green piece could be a used wine bottle tiny violet piece from a castaway vase.. regardless of their origin these magnificant, illuminating pieces unite as one and magically dance.. with truth as in life beauty is as beauty does fusing together, naturally, effortlessly.. kaleidoscope.. broken shards now glistening jewels the spirit of every man, woman and child is part of this most magical creation.. for every size, shape and gorgeous hue is us; in every race, age & size coming together, to create, to inspire.. tunnel vision seamlessly vanishes as eyes are opened; captivated at the wonderment, joy and harmony of.. becoming one; beautifully and with faith.. kaleidoscope.
Like turning our backs From stinging needles of icy wind We dust our impervious spirits clean Acceptance is the LIGHT The way The might The only solution As grievous as it seems~ An intangible hell wallows in sin Tragedies can maul our spirits away Adversity wins Try as we may… Let it go Toss comprehension …to the winds Learn to accept 'Tis not GOD'S way Tear torment to shreds Create Satan's own havoc Learn shame can be a ploy Playing a pawn in Satan's game Do not be fooled… nor wallow and break down An inevitable outcome A situation unforeseen Comprehension beyond reason Accept fate and rise Broadcast your strength to Satan Let acceptance seethe…. Acceptance needs no reason Allow your wisdom to thrive
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!
It sometimes bogles the mind,these things we somtime write. When we get a moment alone to smoke a fine cigar, with the serenity of a moon-lit night. Times when the imagination take us to far off and different places. Where beauty is abundant and the fragrances of nature fills empty spaces. Wiiithout the noise of traffic from restless children to say the least. Just the sweet sounds of serenity mixed with solitude and a slice of peace. No telephones can be heard and not a door bell will ring. Even the birds are asleep so you can't hear them sing. Just the strenght of the wind to bring a cool breeze. As it pushes through and creates a harmony with leaves. With a million pounds of diamonds and the worlds' largest pearl to provide the light. As with the elegance of angels streaks of ink begin to take flight. As I kick up my feet and begin to write. About thoughts of all things done in yesterdays' life. Things like the happiness of children and the mythical nature of a beautiful wife. Just when a puff of blue smoke fills the air. To help keep focuse and the inner-poet very much aware. Where Pablo Picasso and Vincent VanGough unite to reign as king. Where thoughts of a better life give life meaning. Where the kindness of love or the harmonic symphony of a kiss. Compare to the ectasty of a womens' touch,when met in tenderness. Yet when we're alone,that we can't get becomes that in which we miss. Like the way her eyes sparkle as she begins to smile. Her superior grace and exquisist style. As light begins to fade,it's the end of night and the sun returns from it's hiding place. I stand in awe ,as the sun rises and creates a Reimbrant of her face. Then with a roar from the family beast. The silence will be broken and bring a end to peace. From the heart of armantic and thesoul of a poet. Locked away inside and I didn't even know it.
LIFE A Bland Nothingness Changing our Lives We all Seek solace within Allowing oneself to Disassociate From chaotic and Charismatic Spirits Discovering nothingness, is quite something Appealing positivity, and encouraging changes within Insisting demands ridiculous, unnecessary, and shallow Fear acknowledges this need to end a chaotic lifestyle Some fear boring lives intrude on life's fiesta There is no need for fear when changing One needs to relax to keep focus For creating a new life within Embraces your solace Nothingness A Bland LIFE
Silver full moon above Touching snow covered mountains As you slowly set
I Exalt You, My God! I will exalt you! My God and king! And worship your name above EVERYTHING! Forever and ever I will bless your name! Your goodness in my life, I seek to obtain. Every day I will bless your name forever. Your path of righteousness, I choose to endeavor! Great is the Lord! Your greatness is unsearchable! You rule by your word… Your divine principle… One generation will praise your works to another. And shall declare your awesome deeds together! I will speak of the honor of your majesty. Not to do so, would be a "spiritual tragedy." Men shall speak loudly of your awesome acts. What you do, I neither question or ask. I will declare my God's greatness each day. And will listen to the words he has to say! He rules the earth and heavens above. All of creation declares his great acts of love! Won't you listen to God's humble plea? Knowing how much he loves you and me? He has a purpose for me and you that is evident. And offers to all… Eternal life in a heavenly residence! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 145:1-6
Waves crash down on the rocks reducing them to sand Then sweeps them away to some far off land The wave roll in covering my feet in sand In the concept of time I wonder just who I am? I gaze before me the vastness of the sea Represents all the possibilities inside of me I can't think of any place I would rather be I have trouble describing there's so much to see. I walk out to the rocks to find some treasure I find many starfish much to my pleasure It seems that the only way to go is up So I step up and take a drink from life's cup. Peace and tranquility fill me inside While the waves provide a pretty good ride The water is cool and so refreshing All of the pieces seem to be meshing. A seagull in the water and gets hit by a wave I dawn a smile and feel I am saved I like how the sky melts into the sea Over the horizon sounds like the place to be. The adventure I'm on may never be through Sometimes I'm not sure what I should do I just press on and see what shall become I like what I see so I try to grab some.
i think of the miles and streets i crossed to bump into you and i smile now because i realize that until you lifted your head to see where you were going you could never see me coming
Tomorrow's times are in these eyes of mine. Away and far my world shall part. The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep. And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep. The Sun will rise as my days still come, The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun. Tomorrow's times are in these days of mine. Far and gone my world shall bond. The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb. And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine. Tomorrow's times are in these thoughts of mine. Gone and here my world shall fear. The Lands will separate the world by Sea, And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be. Tomorrow's times I know are mine. Here it is that I fear I'm near. My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight, And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light. ®Registered: Ann Rich 1998
The ram died high On the snow covered Mountain, when the thaw Of spring came, it's Decaying body Contaminates The melting snow The waters flow Brings death in grip The farther It traveled The less germs And death Were there Clean (This is also a metaphor for sin. The farther we stay away from it the cleaner we stay. Of course, we can repent but the results lingers.)
Why must I feel like this? After so long a time of As they say, normalcy. How strange it would be Learning that all is odd. Strange for me to deviate I need to remediate To learn again. What is it I need? Who knows for sure How does one know Something never tried Now I've cried Buckets of tears Release my fears To try something new With you But not me For I am too stable Or so they think Now I live on the edge What if I slipped off this ledge? Skipped, walked, or even leaped? With all my might Into the darkness Where all is allowed Just to be the one Inside myself Begging, pleading To be free. To nurture the child within From the meek and mild To wild and full of sin I would give it all up today If I could change my stripes To nurse these wounds Draining my emotions dry. How do I know if I like the dessert If I don't taste it To take that first bite is Like drowning in the abyss No beginning, therefore, no ending This life I do not choose For it chooses me
I listen to the whispers I hear a dozen lies People cry out loudly Friends say goodbye In spite of all that's come and gone I don't know what to say I'm praying for a miracle Each and every day My emptiness is troubling My sadness is unkind In dire desperation I begin to cry The Lord is standing by me My friends are on my side I'm waiting for a miracle I haven't got much time I pray for understanding I cry alone now too I wait for the answers Then I'll know what to do
Someone told me Love takes a lifetime to build Yearning in your soul to be fulfilled So wait with me And try your best To wait and see This treasure chest Thats filled with riches To be unfurled And thrown into this open ocean Then we'll search The ocean floor To find in time There's something more Than what is first seen So search with me From East to West We'll search to be Our very best We'll be filled with riches And we'll be filled with pearls When we become a treasure chest To throw into the world And we'll join our souls together For a better cause To make each other better And to ignore each other's flaws To help someone who need our help To help the world and how it was And someone told me The city will take time to rebuild So I'll sit and stay and help the cause So my dreams will be fulfilled
This Load I Carry… 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… I am most certain! 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
The walk to the grave Of my adopted mother Took everything for me to be brave Standing there and listening To what the minsiters said About the life she had been living The deeds she had done while here Meals she had prepared for many How people thought her a dear This walk is a walk to remember Can I walk in the steps The steps in life she rendered
Come bathe within his glory, It is he who know's our story, No longer will it shame you, You are free from all the blame too, The times you thought were frightening, That you now see as enlightening, Were the lessons of existence, Overdressed in your persistence... Take a step in my direction, And be a part of this connection, That is shared among the giving, And to those no longer living, For it's they who rise before us, As he promised in a chorus, Led by angels at an alter, Like the columns of gibralter... If you take the hand of thunder, It will pull you from up under, So leave the body on the surface, Because it's your soul that has a purpose.... Come pray.....
Believe in yourself Know your spirit Know you are divine Know you bear the burden In learning to believe in yourself Beware of darkness in others Evil can capture your pride Evil can rearrange your thoughts Evil behind a mask shall always hide Learn to put good thoughts in your mind Learn to forgive yourself Learn to trust your instinct Feel your gut inside your spirit Feel for those who have no choice Feel your heartmind free of burdens Friends help shield the vicissitudes of life Toss trepidation and fear aside Toss false pride Toss all your thoughts unkind Know your life is a timeless ride Believe in yourself~
there is an intense ageless quality to an autumnal day in October that embraces the past, and all its wistful tenderness the present and its disturbing sameness and the future, with its unknown quantity of joy and sadness
Passion has this unyielding power Filling our desired need Entirely so free of greed Like the sun beaming on a flower A wanting yearning aching urge Bottled up hidden as we grow A fairy tale we crave to know A longing for our love to surge Magnetic chemistry silently implores Creating a desire burning deep Sizzling kisses no longer meek Lovers curiously eager to explore Passion an undeniable emotion Always lending us what we crave Being adored by a heart so brave God blessed us all with this devotion~
Your destiny is in your hand, You're created for a purpose. For you to be a man of mission, You must be a person of vision. A man of vision is a man of determination, He'll never run away from life's challenges. Although he might be a failure for a while, But,at the end he'll surely overcome, He'll surely cross over the obstacles of life. A man born to be great must be ready To fight life's battle For him to become a CHAMPION!
It's been a lifetime since I heard your voice Most times I can't recall Your Laughter and whispers became foreign to me Behind my memories walls Too numerous nights when your face haunts my sleep That I struggle to hold to the last Fighting to save what my minds eye has seen A myriad of years in the past Was it so long ago that you passed from our lives? Laid down for your final sleep It feels so close although far from my grasp You have been the one treasure I keep I've searched out your life and the people you've touched The legacy you built over time Trying to resurrect you in some practical ways Weaving their memories with mine For twenty five years I've stared at your picture Recounting each day remaking each choice If I search deep enough in those eyes long extinguished It nearly whispers a trace of your voice
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they say the only people who can't change themselves are babies when they're wet yet most people won't even try to change when they reach the adult set they live lives of quiet desperation, still singing the same sad songs and can't seem to stop acting like babies no matter how right or how wrong yet when it comes to discussing the future of modern man scientists have discover that our behavior has gotten out of hand we overeat, we over-drink, we smoke, we're anxious, stressed and depressed we need to practice some restraint and change so that we can be blessed stop looking at life in the same way and start living for the better it's time to make some changes and stop acting like we're still bed wetters with a need for our priorities in life to be rearranged so I ask this question, "can you spare some change?" If you want a genuine change and transformation to come about it's an inside job that must occur without any hesitation or doubt yet many desire to maintain the status quo but at the same time want progress but that's an impossible task to accomplish so again to you I address can you spare some change? do you desire to move forward and grow? can you spare some change in this life that you now know? if you've ever heard someone say, "that's not the way we used to do it" tell them to make a change and then listen the Holy Spirit we need to stop all the unnecessary stressing we might miss our anointing or our blessing let go of all that harmful behavior standing between you and your personal Savior stop being over-indulgent, learn to exercise and trim the fat remove the blinders so you'll no longer be flying around like a blind bat seek out the Lord Jesus Christ and let His wisdom guide your life It's time for your attitude to be rearranged a life altering decision, can you spare some change? become a risk taker and step out on a limb be like the tax collector, Zacchaeus determined to find Him Jesus Christ whom he needed to see he even went so far as to climb up a sycamore tree now reformed from a tax collecting sinner transformed into a spiritual winner now a disciple of the Good News salvation at hand, no longer living confused willing to do whatever The Lord asks for gave half his wealth to the disadvantaged and the poor he made a concession that was so brave and so bold to give any he might have cheated back their money four-fold the crowd then murmured for they found all this strange but Zacchaeus was a man who willing to spare some change
We are poetic creators Creators of the artistic words Words that uplift souls Souls pouring out—reaching out Out to the world for redemption Redemption of the inner spirit Spirit of natural sanctification Sanctification stimulating the mind Mind of elevating jubilation Jubilation of living creation Creation pointing the way Way to the creator We are poetic creators Creators of the artistic words
Shapely and sturdy with ridges to explore.. The texture is smooth and lovingly adored.. A priceless gift which can only be bestowed.. By a thought a moment of pure heavenly bliss.. So with this key that unlocks for only a rare few.. May you find upon entering this.. sacred.. glorious.. place.. Your key fits perfectly.. In your own precious gate.
The snow capped mountain Seems to rise up out of the azure lake That is surrounded by a multitude Unnumerable wildflowers of all hues As I look at my reflection in the azure Waters of the this beautiful lake I see myself for who is reflected there As God looks into my heart, he sees truth
Lord, I believe in You and myself, With You I can do almost anything. Even if I'm overweight... I believe You'll keep me alive until the day You want me back home with you. I'm sorry for my sins And all of us are imperfect humans: Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves, And everything else you hate. So please forgive all of us and open the gate To Your Heavenly Kingdom. Have Your Son save us all. Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You And Your Promise for Eternity, But Your Son's words reassure me. I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation, But remember You'll keep me safe If I just forever keep my faith.
(Inspired by the genius of Ms. Norey Bailey. Please check her out ) Soulful sista Strolling in her full spirited stride Just couldn't hide From my heart's searching eye's that I swore I wouldn't allow to be blinded by this mindless modern day luv no more Until that particular half second I wanted to run-------grab her by the hands!!!!!! AND...... take her down to see the Reverend I didn't have any spare time that was to be wasted Wanted to recycle my trashy reputatation Strip Down My image Un-til- it was raw So that..... It could be steamed and not fried BLESSED Not viciously devoured Hope that I'm a genourous helping That'll nurture your body and soul and in no way be unhealthy One who'd always fill you up, never leave you empty Be your top and bottom money maker and not once will you ever have to pimp me Easy to open Hard to tear apart I play a game thats not a game & i trump any Player's card I'm what the mighty-dollar can't buy And I'm the same thing that stores just don't sale
A thousand times I have heard, "There but for the Grace of God..." but until today that phrase, struck me as somewhat odd. The old Cowboy who staggered by, was three sheets to the wind. but he swept off his hat before me, and at the waist did bend. "Fair Lady, how goes your day?", he asked as he deeply bowed, his face was flush, but his manner gentile, and he spoke clearly, though not loud. The politeness of his question, had completely caught me off guard. I looked into his wind-burned face, and saw a look that was not hard. "My day goes well, and thank you sir." was my own courteous reply. As I gave a small curtsy and a smile, I saw a twinkle in his eye. "Oh surely, Lovely Lady, you have truly made my day." He put on his hat, caught his bearings, and sauntered on his way. No one else along the street, looked directly at him or spoke. Some looked away, while others laughed, and and made him the point of their joke. I alone had been blessed, only I knew what lay inside, for it had been revealed to me, what rumpled clothes and liquor hide. I had seen a gentleman, a Cowboy tried and true, with manners most becoming, a Real Man, through and through. I was allowed to look past the fact, that he was poorly dressed and shod, I had seen the inside of a Heart, and the Grace placed there by God.
Just a few minutes The soft cymbals play As raindrop absorb Rhythm in tune they stay Bamboo windchimes Give a hollow voice An occasional acorn Lends noise not by choice Raindrops increase Their clicking sound It is now rushing down Damp and cold pouring around Birds not making sound There are no crickets chirping Today only cars and planes Coming this way Raindrops linger on trees And shrubs water gathered For next summer's doves Good day for soup and love
Call me Freedom, For that is my name, Untamable, wild, Not bound by walls or bars Call me Solitude, For that is my name, Quiet, serene, Comfortable in myself and me Call me Friend, For that is my name, Loyal, trusting, A shoulder for you to cry on Call me Scholar, For that is my name, Studious, hard working, Trying to reach the stars Call me Daughter, For that is my name, Respectful, responsible, You don't have to tell me twice Call me Philosopher, For that is my name, Free-thinking, nonconformist I reside outside the box Call me Damaged, For that is my name, Broken, beaten, But I still walk on my own two feet Call me Artist, For that is my name, Creative, unique, A blank paper is all I need Call me Child, For that is my name, Young, inexperienced, The world a dangerous place Call me Warrior, For that is my name, Strong, unrelenting, Limits are no match for my will Call me Anything, Call me Everything, I am Light Divine
This knot..... A second of your time This colour........ a thought This ongoing composition, your time here, your doing, your volition Live your life as a tapestry Each knot, a thread in time Each colour, light or not This composition ..... sublime This colour of thought The knots you sought This winding thread, easy to break Together they hold On the paths you tread This tapestry you unfold This emerging picture of time, this colour The fullness of your knot, a little less duller, if your thoughts, are sublime Winding thread, this image spread The pattern knots and colour, on lifes' satin Gold and silver knots Precious seconds This tapestry unravelling your thoughts, colour, travelling Tapestry, every knot a precious second every colour, a thought Tapestry, our lives caught Shown for all, every thought laid Tapestry, our lives displayed This composition, our lives, our volition Deepening colour play The richness in your time Tapestry, woven through, winding thread The things you do, the things you say The life you want to portray
Change is the only constant - we know this to be true, Some of us wait them out - to see what will ensue. Still others try to fight them, happy with the way things are, A few fall into day dreams and wish upon a star. Some changes are rather easy while others are quite hard, Which ones must we live with - which ones can we discard? Changes come throughout our life no matter where we go, A few come fast and furious, yet others subtle and slow. When changes come upon us decisions we must make, All the while juggling priorities - them not to forsake. The best that we can do while traveling down life's road, Is to help our friends and family carry their precarious load.
Rhythm and flow and spirit moves, I stand here stirring time Following the mist filled path guided by echoed chants of the saints of old, to a place forgotten in a time to be revealed once again in the hearts of the old, Illuminating the Dream to reveal The illusion that has filled minds With despair and fear Rising tides abides As labyrinth paths arise Setting faith in the awakening minds
To capture a moment in your hands To hold it, study it, Look deeply into all things composing this moment. Compiling a mental list of ingredients And dissecting the consequences of this moment. To crush this moment that you are grasping in your hands. Extinguishing all life in it. Executing something out of your own control. Refusing the opportunity to channel this moment. Exercising the possession of this moment before it flourishes. Feeling the thunder of this moment. Crash upon all levels of consciousness. Defeating all futile attempts at righteousness. Running from this moment as if behind you, But truly it is front of you, glistening on the horizon. The punch line of all moments is in evading the capture. Being passed by, refused, overlooked, denial of acknowledgements and accolades. Narrow minded, business always, imagination less nobodies. Embodying nothing. Hands gnarled with bitterness, lacking the ability to even capture life itself. The exact essence of a moment. Of the living embodiment of it's fleeting seconds. A luxurious gift whether new and shiny or in tattered and faded wrappings. Makeup who you are, your being. Each heartbeat we fail to recognize, is just another fleeting moment of our life.
Everyday he was there. On his knees, standing, or kneeling Gazing into the sun and the colors He watched the road, the hay, the horizon, and sometimes even me. His eyes followed my bucket and me. I felt, not uncomfortable, but as if a passive madness were there in that field, watching, always watching. Once I stopped to say, "Hello." He ignored me, standing erect, absorbing the sun, and gazing at the golden hay. He was never in the same place. Sometimes, he was near the road. So close, I thought I could hear his breath, his very thoughts as I passed, thoughts I would never repeat. The sound of the water sloshing in my pail and his mind in rhythm. Yesterday, he was lying in the middle of the field, staring upward into the sun. Motionless and still… Today he was gone. His absence left the field seemingly empty. Yet… the haystacks and the scattered straw, the sky, the sun itself Brighter…Alive Author notes: Inspired by "Haystacks in Province," by Vincent Van Gogh
We are the world which we create, our thoughts are many, our ideas and actions are brought forward from our intent, our concepts to progress only help in separating us from our selves further. We are the masters of our own illusions and we are the victims to our own devices creating our desires yet fooled by our own ego to perceive its realism. We are more than what we appear to be but our concepts, perceptions and beliefs play host to our own deceptions as we choose to fool others in turn we fool ourselves and yet we are none the wiser.
God Beautifully Created Us! God beautifully created us with unique features. Because of sin, we've become fallen creatures. God deigned us to have fellowship with him! But that was broken, on account of SIN! God formed us out of the dust of the ground… His wonderful creation was made all around! God had a purpose and a plan in mind. He wanted to be a part of mankind. This was broken because of Adam and Eve's fall. But through Christ… He's made a way after all! Through Christ we have access to God's throne. He died for us so we can make heaven our home! His gift of mercy is for all to receive! Won't you accept him? And believe? By Jim Pemberton
The tear of my eye Won't come down anymore After you died I forgot faithfulness, love and destiny Friendship among my life I stayed in my room So lonely I sat My injured heart bleeds blood from inside After you died The sun won't come up The moon wont rise After you died The spot of light inside me was gone After you died There's no one to talk to No other side The earth would cry Waiting for you …. My broken soul Would prefer to die …… After you died The friend that was so faithful Won't come back to life After you died Misery, desperate, and anger Were placed in I After you died There was no one to hold to No one to help you fly After you died No one gave me a hand No one showed me the path That I had lost From you From you No one told me that this would happen No other plan Where did you go I'm lost without you My feelings had left me I had no other chance Tell me Where did u go? After you died?
Imitating the waves, I try to end the attachment touching the shores, then moving away. Search for eternity erases the designs. Birth and death cling together. I let go the passion, the deviation of fear. There cannot be two lives. When the illusion meets the pain, truth laughs, I forego my future, tear the past and burn the present. Failed life hangs on the silence of sorrow. Names don't hold any charm they come & go. Days drop like long coats I search the night. The desperate seeking will not end the journey It is there in the dark hole of the heart. A pitless gloom. I am afraid to be revealed. Art of life is scissored, Anniversary of flirtation with death forgotten. We celebrate. SATISH VERMA
Thoughts race through my mind Spinning me round and round Such an over whelming feeling at times That I can hardly stand upright And from weakness I fall Reaching for a hand to hold I stretch forth reaching Is anyone there? Where are the arms to hold me close? Will I pass through this time And come out alright? As I look into my Savior's eyes I see His compassion He reaches to me The hand that I need reaches out He lifts me up from my fall Wipes the tears and binds the wounds His gentle touch heals the heart And brings strength to my soul Smiles of love fill my spirit Giving me hope for days to come Always knowing He is there Reaching for a hand to hold I stretch forth reaching To find His hand stretched toward mine And His arms open wide
So tender, so sweet, The attention. Beloved shines through The out-breath Into creation's sunrise. Experiencing the body-divine Throws open the gates of seeing, of sensing. Royalty becomes my second skin. I rest upon the throne of grace While listening to ten thousand songs.
I am a double agent Your best weapon but worst enemy I am a window of understanding The phenomenon o fan unexplained mystery I am the muse of inspiration And the saint of self-expression I am the puzzle of your riddles And the key to your dreams I am a controversial image within your shadow A moment within your thoughts, which is not Without meaning I am a wish cursing myself Willing myself away from being I am a poisoned love spell And a book you never stop reading I am a murderous hunter With all the good intentions I am a victim of coincidence And unanswered questions I am a sexual desire Desired and loving oneself I am the light in your darkness And the darkness of the next light I am the conventions of society Writing its next life
Cupped-hands blessed the first winter snow – That tasted like peppermint wind The pines and aspens share secrets, As they whispers what they know Then, they giggled like schoolchildren In the snowy playground – with the red Brick schoolhouse off in the distance Their cold faces blinked and blushed Like a basket full of wild freckled strawberries Suddenly, fresh pine cones fall to the ground; They chuckle, laugh and then roll over, Exposing their innocent souls to fresh blue sky, This all appeared in the first winter snow This, I am sure and still are
Poetry tells parables and parallels reaching deep within subjective context creatively insisting on truth. Draw first the air billow down morning mountainside ineffable, affected, by change... Swirl fire, passion charged with body's experience thrum heartbeat as One... Water wave washing through the ebb and flow of life tidal blood ancestral reminders Of Earth all that is stone and stardust crystalline manifestation of Spirit. We Are All That Is
Do you ever wonder Why some times relationships go asunder? What were the short comings and/or the blunder? What caused that awesome storm to lose its thunder? Do you ever wonder? Did you ever dream A dream so big, It became a theme? A dream so rich, it reigned supreme? A dream so proud, it bolstered your self-esteem? Did you ever dream? Do you ever think In the chain of your life, what is the missing link? How quickly that life can change in just an eyes blink? That something big and wonderful was on the brink? Do you ever think? Did you ever share? Expressed the hopes and fears you hide in there. Speak of your imperfections and flaws, did you dare? Feel so confused, that you could only find the answers in prayer. Did you ever really share? Did you ever win? Such as the marathon from fat to thin. Or the sport of discovering who you really are within. The war on quitting bad habits, you begin. Tell me, did you ever win? Did you ever tell? Tell that special someone, you were proud when they would excel. Tell that you loved them no matter what, even if they fell. That what's important is inside, that the outside is just a shell. Did you ever tell? Do you ever speak? Express the dreams and wishes that you seek. Tell someone you thought they were special and unique. That you were awed by their mystique. Well, Did you ever speak? Did you ever explore? Move out of your comfort zone and tread on a distant shore. Look for answers not from others, but deep within your core. To realize that beyond what you can see, you know there is more. I wonder, did you ever explore? Did you ever partake? Really experience life and not just fake. Get in touch with and allow all your senses to wake. To permit any and all emotions, to rumble and quake. I ask you, did you ever partake? Did you ever shine? Do you share a memory with others that hinges on divine? Can you still feel the passion that a special friendship can define? I seek this for my future; I will plan and create my own design. Here is my question, did you ever shine?
After a deep love After years of separation After the last millennium is wrapped With white and rosy candles You come back With an empty face And with a dropped hands To ask me for A brake up With no more confusion And a solid conclusion I accepted the deal After all This everlasting ancient love Grow up like a seven pillars Of a new religion Neither me Nor the Romans Could stop it.
What sweet voice lives behind this brook Stars, these eyes shall look Sky shall rest this afternoon Clouds shall sing about this moon Time shall live each and every minute Sunlight reflects deep within it Once more, when we look Your sweet voice lives behind this brook
I'm half monster. Living in a jackal and hide world of a father's imposter. In fear of that half coming out I am left without. Who am I? Can I distinguish why? Will anger entice me? Will feelings precise me? I'm half monster! I'm half of my father. I can't punish my child in fear of going to far. I can't change him without feeling dirty by a hidden scar. He made me! He hated me! He's my parent. He's my serpent. I'm half monster! He's a monster. I wish I knew where I fit. Half and half I am split. My brothers followed his steps. I am a misstep. I wasn't supposed to be. Can I get rid of this monster inside of me?
My God, he doesn't Want me to suffer Horribly, beating myself up For the nature of only breathing My God, he isn't a Murder Vindicating war with a divine right Wasn't given, By my God I don't have a religion but a philosophy I speak to my God directly, I don't need a middle man because It's me and my God Oh yes, I believe in the Lord But at times I see, things that should not be seen He sets my faith in an ice cube tray and lets it thaw Drip down and clear the eyes Lets these emotions saturate and open out We make our own destiny The lord is my guidance, my daylight in the darkness He tells me my end but how I get there Depends on my actions And when I ask him, why ? Why is this killing happening? Morally up righteous bible bangers screaming All sins are committed by THESE sinners. Aren't we all, sinners? I fall ill Thinking of all these lies swirling Popping like bubbles in an unsanitary bathtub trying to pass the Minimum health regulations TELL ME LORD Why do you let this happen, what is the solution? He speaks one word: you Others run with miscommunication Thinking, you? You? You? Pointing fingers throwing bombs Shooting children, in the name of God While tears fall from the sky, clouding All that's morally right But its really, it's up to you you you To change the world Do you, believe, in the Lord?
I feel the tears come as I half close my eyes A familiar old song plays in the background as my personal torment grinds down the old bones of wounds not yet healed I carry the burden of my actions with few or little outlets My brain is turned to broil, hotter than hell and ready to burn Rest is all I truly crave, I beg anyone of you, when will it be my turn Dark forces are at work tonight, the embers burn down low Time is my enemy, a constant confrontation, it moves so bloody slow As I watch the moon rise over the mountains tonight, my angry festering thoughts move to you My confidant, my only true friend, my partner in crime I am hurting deeply and I can't get what I need, to stick to you like glue My outside shell is strong as ever, determined to stand strong, resistant to attack, ready to conceal My inner portion, soft and vulnerable is torn apart, bleeding and wounded now, ready to reveal
A fleeting moment's grace, lifted high. A moment's race to touch the clock, reasoned by. A saddened tale and restless years, knowing why. A best kept secret's need to know: leave to try. All these things i give you now: Make of them as you know how. Take the dreams and make them true. Steal the saints and paint them blue. Weave the weft and turn the wheel. Believe the best and make it real.
Pride and prejudice has been ripped from me, and my strength has abandoned me, yet my will still crashes against the breach within. My citadel a long forgotten fortitude left to rot and decay. As my soul seeks refuge in other hosts to take and mingle while balancing my mental ballast before it erupts. With guilt peeking in on me to remind me i'm still in debt. While my Autumn years have yet to arrive, I feel vandalized,sterilized,and alone. The very root system of my essence has retracted the twilight of my descent is not as dark as one would imagine,and yet I am still a minor in time and I can not consent to my downfall.
I drink... Alone, all the time, always thinking, About past times that should have been. I should have done this, I should have done that, I never get the chance to do anything, Because nothing ever goes my way, As I'm too busy anyhow, My bravery is diminished just for now And life's dreams will be fulfilled another day... And confrontational pressure will soon go away. My life is a struggle, and Like dead weight, I plop back down, A tiring sigh befits my frown, Viscous is my life's blood, Laziness is my likelihood, I am a self-trapped man. Self-esteem, non-existent, Life is sucked out, numbed is my soul, Nothing here, no spirit left, Nothing but skin and bones. Imminent is my digress, Divest of intellectual progress. I go over the events in my mind, The portrayal of my life, and I shine, It's so exciting, yet so elusive, My drunkenness has gotten me stupid, Once again. For I relished the vivid, savor the imagined Wallowing in what could have happened And afraid to take the real first step. I'm swirling, swirling, swirling, Filled with sameness and frustration, Face red and swollen With the day's libation, Eyes are glazed, mind on vacation, My true reality, always distant, The ice cracks and pops to the marriage of spirits and I drink...
Crackling Hearts Swoosh, whoosh a salty sea soars, splish-splash colossal waves a roar. Drip-drop, a leaky faucet spent, trickle, streaming tears repent. Pounding heart sore, you adore, beating, loving pumps no more. Thump of regret, of love in debt, thrashing together you forget. Fluttering beats on retreat, sloshing a scent so very sweet. Shattering bond, broken beyond, a bellowing future now so fond. Grimacing glares, hatred a flares, spawning an odium of stares. Soured smiles, trekking every mile, whispering woes all the while. Crackling hearts, burned apart, smoldering pain from the start. Hissing highs, kissing goodbye, a burning love affair denied. *An Onomatopoeia Poem people, but no place to choose that category! Thanks for taking the time to view my work, my fellow poet and poetess friends!
A Mother's Love… How precious is the love of a mother's heart! Even as a child… It's there from the start. A mother's love knows no boundary or limit. It's often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold… Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can't be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a "guiding force…" Even if her children's lives stray "off course." I'm thankful for the love my mother's given… It's surely influenced the way I've been livin'! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I'm so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton
Bullying Berty Beaver, he was quiet He never said too much Yet Molly, Berty's little wife She mouthed off just a touch She'd always threw her weight around And poor old Tiny Tim He got a slap most every day And times his days felt grim Molly, well she was his mum And though she loved him so She always had to nag someone And give them a cuff or blow Tim became a poor young man And shrunk from every one And as the bully's hung around More evil did get done His mum she says 'now that's not on They don't do this to my son!' And she goes running to the school Oh, she's an angry one She glares the teacher up and down And lets her know who's boss Teachers try hard to placate her Though, they only suffer loss. Then Tiny Tim, comes running in And says right to his mum [Frustration snatching fear away No more his mouth hangs numb] 'Look Mum, at what you always do!!!' He says with voice stern 'If you're a bully too, then how Will us kids ever learn. 28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.
I serve the Lord By the things I do I am his servant These words are true My eyes have seen things Only evil men know My heart has lived places Only evil men go My mind has thought things Only evil men think My lips have tasted things Only evil men drink I have lived places Only evil men live I have gave orders Only evil men give I once traded my soul To live in a flask I lived in the shadows Adorned with a mask My truth is my honor My words are my plight I serve the Lord By the words that I write I no longer grow old By the light of the moon No longer is my soul Swimming in a spoon I serve the Lord By the things that I do Have no doubt in your heart These words are true Once in a miracle Through the words of a rhyme A sinner found Christ And stopped doing time Set free on a mission To enlighten your soul I follow the Lord In search of my goal The man that I was No longer exist He died the first time My wife and I kissed Inside of a box I decided to pray Stepping out of the darkness Embracing the day I serve the Lord Through the words I write Your soul is my mission Serving God is my plight I don't criticize or judge That's just not my way I simply bow my head And for everyone I pray The prayer is quite simple It's a spiritual bath I just ask the Lord To enlighten your path The brighter the light The lighter the Son When this life is over This job will be done I follow the Lord He guides my path It's all very simple No complicated math I serve the Lord In all that I do If you wish to know why It's because I love you
generic minds listen to generic music have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive watch generic things talk about generic things gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease better get your flu shot thats what they said to me a suicidal vaccine a subliminal killing spree its contagious and the outrageous thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye that they didn't even know they had it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians inside the looking glass with nightmares of being free without a key to their mind for it is trapped in the frequency in the illusion of time bathed in our universe killing all that refuse to see those that admit to hypocracy or see the message in hip hop how cant you see the message in the lyrics that bring adolescents to their knees from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh contradicting that they're the best but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest that they dont wanna go home that they should ride alone with the gat as their only companion and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain they realize that the music itself is ashamed so whats to look up to when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious so when youre screaming oh please close your eyes and bring your mind to life open your eyes for the first time and never wonder why since the answer this entire time has been inside and you better find it before you die you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others a buncha brothers missing their mothers but only seeing strangers only feeling the haters wishing they would have used their minds when they had them and now its too late, now it's time for another new born fate to grab them
did you know did you know what i am? well i'm a shirt, a shirt no? can't you tell? do you see what i am yet? or shall i tell you more what i can do, what i am I am the thing you put on each morning for work or for play, or for school, and every time you go out but you take me for granted, friend not everyone has such an advantage some don't have more than a cloth to cover a small portion of their skin sin marred by the hot sun and by dirt the next time you put me on to play remember what i have told you today you may always have me you may not but you can't take things for granted because you have minor problems now compared to those in other countries please stop complaining about them all
Manifestations in life come from chosen application of frequent thoughts in one's mind Reveals and befalls a person's existence Resource for combustion the fuel is spirit This one can learn even if they not humble All acts come into being through the body Impulsive are the desires of body Selfish at times be these acts one has chosen Passion does carry energy for spirit yet this life adventure is just one existence There are many more for the creative mind This should cause all to pause and be humble Still those deny that there is a co-existence carrying on with life never be humble they all follow the dark path they have chosen allowing uncontrolled thoughts to run the mind Reluctantly it does comply the spirit Paid by his holy sacrifice of body Unlimited is the source of the spirit becoming aware of this is to humble knowing there is more than human existence Serving only as a vessel the body placed to carry out the deeds that are chosen Placing utmost importance on state of mind Considerations to remaining humble It provides one with a peaceful existence thoughtful are all of the decisions chosen Willing compliant must be the spirit Stable and balanced at all times is the mind Righteous and just are the acts of the body Coming to an understanding in one's mind Relating all things as is to the body Ever present to assist is the spirit a faithful and loyal companion chosen who steadily remain fixed to be humble There in part lay a eternal existence Sought after is a chosen humble coexistence of mind, body and spirit
Loyalty One self Virtuous Eternity
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It is our poetic verse That releases the restraints Opening our minds eye To flowing sincere thought It is the flowing of ink That becomes our salve Healing our wounds and scars Allowing us to be unafraid again It is the poet's candid opus The voice of the untainted spirit Transferring our tedious passions From internal, to pen, to parchment, It is our steadfast sanctuary Where we hide in total exposure Our poetry is the end of todays voyage For we who dare to wander
Overlook a lifetime past Remember how it did not last Life changes quickly before your eyes. This so called reality surrounded by lies. A sad thought it may seem I do not want to open my eyes to another dream. Real reality set in. Lets look forward and begin I am in this game of life to win. I will not give up and lose. I will stand tall even though I am battered and bruised.
Of all the trials and test this year A lot of nerves, a lot of fear By the grace of God I'm here to tell It all ended up going very well If life is a journey, school is a maze A wonderful way to spend your days So much diversity, so much culture Feels so good to no longer be a vulture Picking scraps up off the bone Heart encased in a block of stone I simply love being tender and true Like a billowy cloud in a sky so blue Floating on air for the world to see Like a peacock strutting proud as can be Yet, forever humble and forever true Eyes no longer red they're clear and blue No longer living all tired and funky I kicked the crap up out of my monkey Kid's gather to me like chicks to a trough I welcome them in I never shrug them off Which is truly as strange as strange can be I once would have said, "Get away from me" "Nothing in me should be considered good" "You're looking for a hero, I'm no Robin Hood" Today, I'm first to school and first in my seat With exuberance for life, which can't be beat With kids gathering to me looking to study Listening in awe to their gray headed buddy I'm forever speaking on life and all that it entails Guiding my younger friends down happy trails Being very careful to not criticize or judge You can't help someone holding a grudge I tell all the youngsters with a heart so true I traveled one hell of a road to get to you I have a single goal before I enter my grave I want to teach you all how to not be slaves Don't let fears and addictions control your life That's an endless road of sorrow and strife Make your dream and grab your star Let the world see who and what you are Whatever you do, do it with a smile Life is truly a gift enjoy it for awhile It feels so strange to feel so good We all have it in us to be Robin Hood I dedicate this poem to all the youngsters who come over to my house to study. You know, I never would have dreamed that I would be considered a good example. It's truly amazing what the Lord can do in our lives. The correlation I'm speaking of with Robin Hood; is that we all have it in us to take from the bad and give to the good.
They tell me to express myself with words so foreign that I question myself. Verbatim. Diction. Syllabic expression. Please explain to me, a kid from the projects, what the hell you talkin about? Cuz where I'm from you spit rhymes like bullets. Lock and load. Don't wait for a reaction. Ready, Set, Go! Crime is our muse, drugs are our fuel. You can judge from a distance but remember. We don't affiliate with none of yo crew, talkin bout red, white, and blue. I consider myself patriotic to my youth. But if I dare break down these walls myself.... You will see that I am an exquisite young lady hidden underneath "white trash." I call it camouflage. Don't you see? I can explain to you the differences between an Italian and an English Sonnet. Describe the meter of a Langston Hughes piece, or even write a couplet myself. But those things won't teach you how to survive. No. Not around here. So I'll act illiterate, and act like I don't give a shit. Just to prove a point. But in the back of my mind I'll be counting rhyme to make sure that words come out in time. All the while I'll delude my real self till I am no longer in the presence of fools. I'll hide behind the green bushes and tumbleweeds that are my second self. And put my dictionary back on the shelf. Because unfortunately to be real means to be ignorant, and to be intelligent means to be indignant.
I have been praying to God ever since I first understood the concept of a deity. Although I have struggled through life with my acceptance of and belief in the religion I was force fed as a child, the praying has always stayed with me – on an almost every day basis. In some way or some form or for some reason, it seems, I find myself praying to a God I am not sure I believe in. Over the years, some of the things I have prayed for or prayed against have worked out in my favor. Other things didn't quite work out the way I had hoped. So, I wondered, was this proof that my prayers are sometimes answered or simply the law of averages? It really didn't matter, I was programed to pray and so pray I do. This has been going on pretty routinely for over 50 years; so, imagine my surprise when, for the first time last night, God talked back to me! I may not get this exactly right, but, in essence, this is what He had to say: (I am not sure what font to type God's words in, so I will just keep on with the default.) "Joe, Joe, Joe. I have been listening to you for all your life. And, whereas I do enjoy your thoughts; your words; and your sentiments; I find it is time for me to respond. You really do pray a lot for lots of things. Mostly good and humane things. Mostly with a pure and caring heart. But, son, you need to stop doing so much praying and start doing more stuff on your own. I am not up here to make your life easier and to do things for you. When you were young, instead of praying for that bicycle, you should have been doing chores to earn money towards buying it. You could have cut more lawns, washed more cars, got a paper route, sold lemonade, or many other things other young boys were doing to earn money for the things that they wanted. When you were in high school and prayed to me to help you do well in your wrestling matches, you should have, instead, been working harder at practice; spent more time on your conditioning; spent more time in the weight room; and studied harder on the art of wrestling. In college, when you prayed for help on your mid-terms and finals, you should have, instead, spent more time studying and less time partying – I think that is something you already know. Even when you pray on behalf of others – you should be doing more. Instead of praying I would help old Mrs. Conner at the end of your street, you should have gotten up off your butt and walked down to the end of the street and looked in on her yourself. You could have offered to go to the store for her, pick up her prescriptions or simply keep her company in her final years. When you prayed for me to care for the starving children around the world, you should have been volunteering to help out yourself or donating more money towards this cause. If you funneled all the money you spent on unnecessary junk food and extra meals you consumed throughout the years towards charities that help feed and clothe the poor, you could have saved many of the children you prayed that I would save. Instead of praying that I cure your family, friends and acquaintances that you knew were ill or dying, you should have been visiting them in the hospital or writing them letters or providing assistance to their loved ones to help ease their pain. Prayer is not the vehicle for you to be lazy and yet gain the rewards. Prayer is not a means to have me do for others what you have the power and ability to do yourself. I am glad that you talk to me, but you have been granted the ability and means to do so much more by yourself and yet you choose to take the easy way out and pray to me – the God that I know you are confused about. Please, do me a favor, and before you pray, ask yourself, 'Have I exhausted all avenues available to me to achieve the result I want God to perform?' If, after you have done everything you can possibly do, then I may be more willing to consider what it is you ask for. And now, my son, you can wake up." I sat up quickly in my bed, sweating and confused. Was I just dreaming? Was that really God talking to me? Then, somewhere from deep inside, either from my conscious or a left-over message from the Almighty Himself, I thought (or heard): "What does it matter? Whether it was God or not – the message is valid and something I probably already knew." "Well," I said to myself, in prayer, "I will give it my best. But, is it okay if we still talk? It kind of helps to give me strength?" Silence. I will take that as a, "Yes".
Oppressed by you, your state, your religion So you think you good, kind and Superior But I find you cruel, arrogant and callous But that is just in my view, what do I know? You control the language that describes pain But there is no for me in its grid, or how I feel My soul is ripped from my body and bound, On to your machines on which I slave and toil. You say it has to be this way, no room for doubt Master and slave, it is only a matter of degrees But it is my kind that is always tied to the rack While you sip vintage wine in the lap of luxury. Everything has its time and its place, yours is over End is near, for you and everything you hold dear Everything carries with it the root of its own destruction And I will rejoice now that your has very nearly come.
Sense of humour, elevating our spirits Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life Light heartedness, laughing at one's self! Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life
Beauty, Love and Peace Beauty appears to be, In serene mood sometimes, Spreading the peace in mind Beyond horizons, limits and time. Peace is really such a wonderful state, Which enhance our mind and soul, and It makes us feel the joy of love and mirth, Influencing, our mind, heart and soul sublime, Which exist only otherwise, in that supreme being. Beauty takes us further and even beyond further, Amid the lofty heights, where love opens it wings, Where cool breeze blows to touch our mind, Where pleasure refresh our heart and feelings, Music and songs further take our souls, In a world of delight, so beautiful, so sublime, While flying and floating high in the sky. When peace reaches it's ultimate, It yields the fruit of love, Compassion and kindness, Then burst like buds, In every happy and serene mind, A Godly quality began to reflect, In every act of a cool mind. Beauty when get mingled, With the sparks of love, It bring the hearts and bind, So close and so loving, that bodies and beatings, Become one amid the ecstasies of loving minds. Nothing can reach here, nothing can disturb, Nothing can explain the beauty of love, Here the beauty even gets a new definition, It no more remains the beauty of body, It becomes the beauty of our being. Beauty dwells in every heart and mind, But very seldom reaches that stage, Where it become an inner decoration, Instead of a thing of vanity and pride. Ravindra Kanpur 19th May 2012 Inspired by Joann Grisetti's poem NOTE : To have the views and comments on these vital petals of life and poetry I have placed a Blog also on Poetry Soup on 19th May as "How you consider Beauty leads to Love and Love leads to Peace". The Blog is receiving most beautiful ideas from the pens of many of my most learned friends and philosophers on Poetry Soup.
Born of moments matter To burn for moments sake Condemned to moments past For future moments make
Rows neatly planted Running east to west Then a field of wheat Ready for harvest Golden is the grain All the plants look alike Not a weed did I see For miles one golden stand Time for harvest_ Are we ready? Gain needs gathering Putting into the barns Before the summer storm__ Where are the laborers? Workers are so few_ None to drive the tractor Could this farm employ you?
Life can be such a fragile thing. There is nothing that is for sure When you think its figured out Circumstance has no certain cure It changes in a matter of seconds Sometimes change is in the cards As life teeter-totters up and down Being the fulcrum can be very hard As we plan ahead we look behind Using our memories from the past Just as every dream has a scheme Every single play must have a cast As you choose your teams players Learn to choose them very wise Many people you cross in this life Are illusions based solely on lies? I was once that type of person Wizard came before my name My universe was in my flask I was a master of the game Honesty has no boundaries It is never best for us to lie If we do these words are true Something up inside of us dies Life and death is but a breath Only a second rest in-between Through honesty I have found Lies destroy any type of dream So as you build up your life Let truth be your foundation In the end, you my dear friend Will be such a beautiful creation
Shadows and murky darkness deep Describe the depths of lonely hearts That lie in wait and icy chill For fiery love to burst in flames; That empty chests may be refilled And taste sweet love again!
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We are all children held tight in the arms of time As it passes we must learn to grow and then read the sign Eventually time becomes master to us all For one-day father time will be making his final call Wrinkles come with wisdom we earn over the years They glorify our laughter and they signify our tears Time is the one thing that can break down the most vain They say time has the ability to heal any pain Time is forever it is as vast as the sky You will never defeat time no matter how hard you try Spend your life living and cherishing the time you have got Because one day your time on earth will end, like it or not These final words that I pen are the swish of my sword Time is a living entity we all know as the Lord For Brian's contest
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Only light can penetrate the darkness that resides in the default state of mind I descend from beta to delta through binaural beats; instantly caught between frequencies beyond time I absorb amplitudes of acoustic energy and I learn to just be earth Since I am the earth and because I am of the one that is the source of its existence, I've owned the power of omnificence I realize now that I AM because HE is since I am from that, a descendant Created in the image of a thought and a feeling from the Universal Mind I tune in to this vibration from rhythmic pulse that manipulates subconscious minds Immersed between 4 and 7 hertz; brainwaves halt to a conscious sleep All chakras are aligned shining crown energy and now my consciousness begins to reap! and light begins to penetrate the harmonious beams that were already there constant and always there is now flooded with sound patterns that force brainwaves to submit to power of omnipresent sound that always was and always will be connected to the Source from which I came so I extend exponentially beyond; physical time and space I long to embrace the intensity of gamma rays I give way to the coded sounds that resonate from the inner core and continue to connect through the binaural beats that - remind me of before Always familiar but ignored until found by gaining knowledge of self I listen with the intent to excel while reaping an abundance of benefits and rewards Listen!! It's already yours Just reach out and grab it as long as intention and ego is checked the universe will correspond accordingly it will deliver a life to you divine and orderly Just listen to the sounds that were there from before They will guide to to the vibration from the core and it will guide you to connect directly with the source
Sometimes I admire the littlest things A simple rock. A blade of grass. They need no future goals, no tax exemptions They don't need to go anywhere or be anything They just are. Sometimes, especially when I'm reading life insurance policies, I envy the rocks and the grass And try to be like them for a moment. I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind- And it whispers in my ear: Just be. And for that moment I don't need to go anywhere or be anything. And at the snap of my fingers, All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind. Jacob Reinhardt 10/07/13
May the Love of Jesus Touch You! May the love of Jesus bless and touch you! May his presence be with and uplift you! May the joys of the love make you complete! And touch you, from your head to your feet! May the glory of the lord be with and keep you! His majestic power can really touch you! May the words that he's spoken, touch your spirit! His mercy and salvation… He freely give it! May the sweetness of Jesus, into your life bring! His righteousness and beauty! Your everything! May you take some time with Jesus in prayer? How much he loves you! How much he cares! By Jim Pemberton 07.28.13
My friend John Barnes is as special as can be. When it comes to friends God sure blessed me. There are some things we lose, while others we win. Some games we play lead us into sin. I've have been lucky enough without any doubt. I have a friend who always helps me out. He drove across the state to find me on the roam. Said, "get into the car I'm taking you home." He never once asked for a thing or questioned me. I reckon that's how a good friend should be. We worked together off and on, our entire life. I'm on number eight, John's with the same wife. John and Lisa have most certainly had their fights. In the end they always do what is right. Work it out, stay together, never giving up. Realizing they already have a full cup. They have raised all their kids, which should include me. I reckon that's how a parent should be. John's not really my dad but he is my brother. He's a friend to the end like no other. A perfect example of what a friend should be. That's what John Barnes has always been for me. From the start of the game to the end of the show, John's been the friend who has never let go. He has stood by my side through thick and thin. I'm very proud to be a friend to him. Through the love of my friend I was able to see. This is exactly what a friend should be. You guys know that twinkle that you see in a star. When it comes to life that's what good friends are. John Barn's is my best friend. Him and I met in the Oilfields outside of Bakersfield where he still resides. We worked together on many different jobs together over the years operating heavy equipment. I reckon I was about 20 years old when I first met John and Lisa, his wife. I haven't had 8 wives but I have 3 had wives and 5 significant others during the time we have all known each other. I'm very lucky, as well as, very proud to have had them in my life. We may not be blood but we are family. Several times in my life they have opened their home and helped me. Never asking for a thing or questioning my behavior. Of course, them I would never disrespect. Not even in my worst days. In fact, I never was a disrespectful or rude person. I just had bad habits. I wrote this in honor of them but it is how I feel about all of my friends. You guys all shine in my eyes. God Bless, mj
Let the Deicide commence. You're a voyeur at best! Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest! And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence, And for you there is no forgiveness, On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies; The father of lies. I will never be enslaved in your superiority The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies. Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be Apollo and I will share our dreams, and you will be forced to see your failure! I know who you are... Readily the first to present your scars Chained by some despot or mental czar An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate! ...And you see me suffering Not caring of any casualties Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways Solipsist - Is there no one you can see? Even if she was presented burning? Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe? Even if Sophia was screaming? Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me Imprisoned in your own personal reality
Tonight, I found myself. I remembered who I am… or who I used to be. I remembered that I was strong. I was a fighter. I was a survivor. I was steel. I'd bend, but I would never break. Tonight, I remembered that I am my father's daughter. And I don't need someone, anyone... to lift me up, to carry me, to save me. I can lift myself up. I can overcome anything. I can save myself. I am my father's daughter. Non Oblitus… Not forgotten. Our family crest, our motto, our creed. It is what he believed. What he lived and it is what I honour. What I won't ever forget. is that I am strong. I am a fighter. I am a survivor. I am steel. I'll bend but I won't ever break. And I don't need saving. I can save myself, thank you. Non Oblitus... Not forgotten, that to my innermost core, I am…my father's daughter.
in grade school he heard about it in high school he prepared for it in his first year he explored it in his second year he focused on it in his third year he felt part of it in his fourth year he graduated from it Now, he has a job because of it.
Flight of stillness; idle, ditch-wise. Ladders point up but they say the ground is greater; sunlight knitting to their brown feet green socks. They crestfall and buckle at the knee. Hear guts clap thunder off somewhere else but no storm in sight to maitre d' this mesa; got to rot the mud lest an urge to ripen ripens. But hear now the locusts flood this rut, hunt for want, impelled to eat each lunch of your decay. Earth uncorks her pores. you drift upon the grass, lift the damp from the sod like a pillow of cloud sopping Earth's steam- to be made the steward of this land; lightning flash! ladders shatter! Pay in full the cost of water, less labors not yet lost.
Honestly stubbornly looking forward logically A loyal humanistic individual does unpredictably Having determination to stay friendly cemented One rebels with aloof detachment though group-oriented
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face, A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race, N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace, I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase, C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace !!
Our Country's Soul Is Being "Torn Apart" The very soul of America is being "torn apart." It's a problem that's striking at our very heart. There's a "blowing wind." A "time for change." As the country's moral fabric is being "rearranged." As many question what the true meaning of life is for… Many don't seem to know what's wrong or right anymore! As so much pornography is allowed into our homes… The moral decay is "eating" right at "the bones." Many have a hard time "defining what marriage is." So many are really "messed up" in how they live! The news seems to be "fascinated" by man's depravity… Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous "moral cavity." Many who attend church want what's "soothing to their ears." A God of holiness and righteousness is what they "fear!" As we look around as to what our society is becoming… God's judgement is soon! It is surely coming! We must come back and leave all of our "false idols!" We must come back to the God of the Bible! Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds! It's only in him can we find true love for our minds! It's only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning! It's only in him that we need to put our trust and start believing! He is and always will be the right choice to be taken… Without him, our country's is "doomed and forsaken." He brings healing and righteousness "beneath his wings… He is what we truly need! He is our EVERYTHING! By Jim Pemberton
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
The inner and the outer, Are dissolving fast in space. The ominous clouds of thunder, Are covering your face. The meek the mild and innocent, Are trampled under feet, As we go one marching blindly, To our invincible defeat. No more calling softly, No more calling you, We've lost our hope and loving, What once we thought was true. And now the choice is coming, Riding on a wave, To be a free man dying, Or be a mad man's slave. And now the drums are drumming, Drumming down the line, Will you be marching forwards? Will you be deaf and blind? Will the light of sacred meaning? Shine from bottom of your heart? As the soldiers go on marching, Tearing our humanity apart. more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup 300 Solomons 300 Beacons 300 Spartans 300 Martyrs 300 Tales Done 300 Threads Spun 300 Heartsongs 300 Touchstones 300 Scheherazade Only 700 More, GOD and Wherever YOU Beam Me 10,000 More, Gleam Me - - - - - - - - - - … I Have Lost 200 Poems But Here Are 300 Because I Open My Arms To Inspiration Undaunted … " Pancakes, Preserves, Poached-Egg & Pork Maple-Syrup, Milk and Sun-Motes In The Morn Calling My Name, Just Like Flapjacks To A Fork Psyche Is Picking Up Poems, Like Babies Just Born " - - - - - - - - - - A Childhood Poem Remembered … I See The Moon and The Moon Sees Me GOD Bless The Moon and GOD Bless Me … and Long Live, The Love Of Poetry … The MoonBee
Many In Church Don't Know of God's Power! There's many people who attend church on Sundays. And yet don't really understand what God's word says! Many get excited when the church has a "coffee hour." But few really have a desire to experience God's power! Prayer time is too often just a few words that are said. They sing a good tune, but many are "spiritually dead." An evangelist comes to town, and many rush to see him! It's almost like they want to "bow down" before him! I'm not here to look for a preacher to get me "excited." I want to experience the power of God, that he's provided! If I need a drive thru restaurant, I don't need a church to do it! When it comes to knowing God's power… Many refuse it! It's only the power of the Lord Jesus, that can raise the dead! It's only through knowing his word, that we can truly be fed! If you want someone to stroke you ears, you'll find them! Many will say what you want to hear! You probably know them! But if you really want the power of God to really change you! You need to seek his presence! And allow it to touch you! If you can't find it in a church building, get into a prayer closet! There's a move of God that's stirring! But many have lost it! Seek the Lord while he may be found! And enter into his presence! The Holy Spirit wants to fill you with power! And is omnipresent! Please come Lord Jesus, and forgive us of our sinful living! May we enter your courts with a heart of praise and thanksgiving! We need you Lord Jesus! May we lift your name up higher! And seek to be filled with your Holy Ghost' fire! By Jim Pemberton 10/09/13
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
Poetry: Sentiments and words making love Sentiments: the unspoken word lingering within Making Love: Poetry of the mind and body A mini collaboration with Eileen Manassian
You are one of the reasons Why they inflate their quote If you had seized the seasons Good men could have had your vote You are one of the reasons Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste Here is one of your multiple treasons You aid corruption just to suit your taste You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth So they took our weary sail south You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape Alas our land is grey and old but not due And it hurts me to know that I am also you.
My ship reached your lush and comforting shore, But my flesh had no more left than dry bones. And these bones could remember no more The warm breezes that now gave unheard moans. But GOD can make these dry bones live, As Ezekiel saw in Babylon one airy day. And my dry bones seek for GOD to give A body divine in which they desire to stay, And roam the mountains that cool the air, Collecting fruit so lavish and so ripe. With clear eyes to enjoy a view lovely and fair, I inhabit a world of freshness and beauty of every type. So dry bones no more, by Omnipotence's grace, Nature's bliss I now see well face to face.
Why Poets Write Why do poets write?, Why does the moon shine at night?. Why does water fall with such grace?, Why is a rainbow such a beautiful sight? So, why do poets write? Do they write because the moon shines so bright? Do they write because water falls with such grace? Or is it because of the majesty of a hawk, in flight? Poets write because that's what we do, Whether it be a Sonnet, Etheree or Haiku, We see things through our own prism, And write about it in our creative point of view. This is why I write, I write because I see beauty in the moonlight, I appreciate the splendor of a waterfall, And the majesty of a hawk, in flight. I write because it feeds my soul, Writing the perfect poem is my ultimate goal, I write, I do my best, The rest is out of my control. The perfect words, in the perfect order, Follow the rules, no pressure, Slowly see your creation come alive, When it works, there's nothing better. Poets, generally, don't write for the glory, We heal people by proxy, We are emotion peddlers, And we do it all for free. I can't speak for everyone, nor would I try, My urge to write is something I'd best not deny, Or things go drastically wrong, Like ice, in the middle of July. So, regardless of why you write, Keep your vision in sight, Take criticism with a grain of salt, Never get discouraged, never get uptight. © 2011
I Went to Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and heard a lesson… I felt like I was almost in a "delicatessen." A "menu" was served, with a "meal" given. And a "pep talk'" on "how good we're livin'! We were asked to shake a hand, "and meet a friend." "But don't say anything that may offend!" Our comfort was sought after, with "love" in mind! We were taught to be "considerate and kind!" We sang a few songs, and raised a few hands… And got up and down, all through the stands! A pastor spoke a message, he wanted to be taught. A "feel good" message is what he sought! How many "feel good" messages do we need? In what direction does this church want to lead? Is it one that doesn't have a fear of God, from within? Is this a place where one can find freedom from sin??? We need more than a Sunday lesson, to change this nation! We need God's power! With Holy Ghost conviction! We need pastors that are on fire, with a passion and zeal! And the believe that Christ' coming is very real! May there be a new focus, of Christ' death on the cross! And much more emphasis on reaching the lost! Going to church On Sunday, doesn't mean a thing… If living 100 percent for Jesus, doesn't mean anything! May your church on Sunday be stirred from above! And be filled with God's power, his holiness and love!!! By Jim Pemberton
Live Life to the completely— Seek always new adventures. Find your destiny . . . Emphasis the positive . . . Always give your best effort! Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (November 12, 2014) (Tanka poetic format)
My love of poetry started when I was still a five- year old child When my parents asked me to memorize verses and rhymes With all my feelings and actions, I recited my poems in front of a crowd Innocently receiving adulations but not a handful of dime The first piece I memorized was entitled, "Cradle Hymn" I was a small girl sent in a poem competition, so naïve When I've grown up , I realized it's a song lyric with Christmas theme So, I sang it and started to develop my good voice quite a bit When I was a teenager, I memorized speech and declamation pieces My teacher sent me in a poem contest for a campaign against drug addiction I tried to deliver my piece like a candidate for a star award actress Acting like a drug addict teenage girl longing for parents' love and attention As years went by, I turned out to be quite a flirty lady With puppy love and sweet crushes to some guys around me When one of them got me, so happy until I forgot all about reciting poetry Relationship went long but when we broke up, it created another life's story All my heart brokenness has turned me out to be a poem writer I also wrote few poems for my family, dreams and for close friends' requests My passion of poetry blazed and turned out to be greater When I found a writing spot, motivated and inspired by my friends-the great poets Feb. 6, 2013 First Place Contest: Who What Where Judged: 4/23/2013 Sponsor: Poet Carol Sunshine Brown
Let's praise the Lord! All you people of the land! Let's praise him with every Instrument we have on hand! Let's shout praises to his wonderful name! A message of rejoicing, we need to proclaim! Let's come before him, with love from our hearts! This is where a victorious life really starts! Let's bring him our thanks and appreciation! And sing of his tender mercy and wondrous salvation! Let's bring him a heart filled With hope and cheer! The coming of the lord, is so very near! We bless the father, the spirit and son! Through the blood of Jesus, we have overcome! By Jim Pemberton
God gave me talents and abilities to use! The love he blessed me with. I wouldn't refuse! I wanted to use what was given. I really did! I had no idea this would change how I live! I spoke to the Lord with a heart felt confession. Using my God given talent was my obsession! People from church listened. It didn't seem to matter. There was too much "business", "gossip" and "chatter" I talked to the pastor about the desire I had on my heart. I could tell he didn't care… Right from the start! In my efforts to serve God, I most certainly tried. There were many nights I laid awake and cried! In my efforts to use God's talents, I often felt alone. I didn't want to go anywhere. I stayed at home. I wanted to give to others, the love God gave to me! But I was alone now… It was so plain to see! The many from church that I thought were my "friend." Would often criticize me again and again! They told me that I wasn't good at what I wanted to do. "How could God use somebody like you???" God picked me up when I felt very discouraged and down… He filled me with his spirit. His presence was all around! He took my futile efforts to use me any way he could. Everything I was going through... He understood!. I've been able to share his mercy and love that he's given! His power and grace have changed how I'm livin'! I don't need others "permission" for the talents I received. His will in my life is what I aim to achieve! His word and love have blessed me within! I'll do anything for my savior and friend! By Jim Pemberton
Because tears are meant To be a symbol of strength Even in hard days.
God Will Take Care Of You! Whatever struggles or trials you're going through. God has already promised to take care of you! Whatever situation you're in... Maybe there's "no way out." God remains faithful! This is what he's all about! Perhaps it seems like all you've tried has failed you! God is here right now! His works surround you! The situations in life that you may face you… God is there! He is powerful and he loves you! Won't you invite him in, to take control? And allow his peace and joy to fill your soul? Everything that you need! He has provided! His desire to help you, has already been decided! You can trust him to take care of your problems! Whatever they are… He can solve them! God's word remains solid and is a true foundation! His words speak peace to any difficult situation! The awesomeness of God rings loud and clear! He's here to help! He's always near! He's someone you can give your trust and believe in! His blessings in your life... You can receive them! He's here right now … Won't you call on his name? With him in your life… Things will never be the same! He'll bring sweet peace and joy deep within. He will always be the one you can truly depend! All praise, glory and honor to God above.! Please touch us with your mercy, grace and love! By Jim Pemberton
Happiness (acrostic) Happiness is found within not in people and things Acceptance of the present regardless of what fears/ inner demons you may be facing Persistence in seeking love and happiness inside ourselves so we may experience the abundance of love and beauty that encompasses us Patience with ourselves as we learn and grow through our personal trials and tribulations life often presents to us, unexpectedly Inside ourselves are all the answers we seek, believe in yourself with a smile on your face Never give up on yourself! Challenge your belief systems with an open heart and a positive mind set Endless love & happiness awaits you, seek it consciously without delay Spirit of love is the essence of our original form; happiness is our natural state of being Smile in the face of adversity and feel your spirit soar to new heights experiencing love, peace and happiness from this moment forward. Live as if there is no tomorrow, for you reap what you sow :) :) :)
On My Eighty Fifth Birthday Another Birthday…I'm still alive Never thought that I'd survive To the ripe old age of Eighty Five! But here I am…feisty still Even though I'm over the hill! Don't count me out...Don't ring that bell I'm still here and raising hell! Had a few blimps along the way But I'm not leaving, I'm here to stay Still have plans…I'm not done yet I may do things I may regret But I'll have fun doing it You can bet! It matters not how old you are You can dream your dream Or follow your star Your flesh may fail you Your steps may be slow More and more wrinkles start to show But there is one thing I surely know A man isn't judged by how he looked Or the size of his fortune or pocketbook The greatest legacy he leaves behind Isn't intelligence or a fertile mind But the love he gave to his family and friends A heart full of love always transcends Fame and fortune in the end So Happy Birthday again to me How many more…..? We'll just have to see In the meantime friends You'll be hearing from me! Copyright©2013 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved)
A choice desire made set a soul fire The animal locked away no longer kept bay Blood pulsing heart throbbing mind does conspire A new day with passionate words to convey Shock it will many of you freedom expressed Pounding chest hell with rest not human nature test Open mind people try to find what suppressed Dare not I say equally all of you blessed
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.
My younger years - I don't know how At six and seven folks had a cow! The journey through the mind begins Do not think the devil wins! In middle school has a crash Doing some things rather rash! In high school had good grades Then they dropped - almost like Hades! Drove and walked many a mile Just to see myself and smile! God rescued me and set me free From a thing called apathy! Love God's plan - it makes me smile To think of things that are worthwile! I might have had to just stop college But in experience have great knowledge! Born to help others - don't you see? I think it is reality!
Watch those buckaroos lose their insides when saddled to a wild one untied it's fer a sight when they ride . Yiddy –up was the wail when a bull of a devil left his trail some kinda fight on the road to hell. No wonder I headed for Whiskey Row with some forty drinks down below sure is thunder in your hole will rock your soul as you face the mighty cold. Strums my guitar and softly singing as the cowboys are around the camp fire ringing as the fire is blazinin another day is hazing. Got the notion for prayin as another cowboy was payin and he was sayin Lord ya know the deeds I've done and in the shadows I have hung I just wanted to be thankful for meeting me on this fateful day and in thy range I will forever stay. Vanita Allgood
Bergamot The ridge beyond defined his scopes; in his Elysian fields both laugh'd; the distance smil'd and maybe ask'd if one could rise beyond the slopes. A climber walk'd above the ridge, where nothing was but white thin clouds, a bergamot and his mind's doubts, have pass'd across his soul's time bridge. The climber saw the clouds disperse, in air the town was hung, and Halls with dancers' smiling saddened souls defined the image, strange and terse. Amid the dancers, courtly laced, a graceful Princess smiled at him, the bergamot was there to hint that this transmittance was space-braced. Beyond the ridge, white Angels roam'd (or were the clouds that turned to rain?) the bergamot sang a refrain, upon the slopes the dancers domed. ('The climber jumps above the ridge, the climber laughs while dancers bow, the splendid waltz transmits their glow, a Princess waits upon time's bridge.') Unspoken was she and the crags, returned the bergamot's refrain; Oh, her beatitude's soft rain, washed down the slopes the verse he sang. © 12-12-2012 G. Venetopoulos All rights reserved (Iambic tetrameter)
God Gives Us Brothers and Sisters For A Reason! God gives us brothers and sisters for a reason! As children, we have each other, throughout the seasons! We laugh and play together and do all sorts of things… Often not realizing what the future of life brings! As kids, we often share whatever life may give us! And stick together, no matter what trials may face us! But, as we grow older, too often, we part separate ways. And lose any contact with each other for countless days! I've seen all kinds of things tear families all apart. Often, there's some kind of unforgiveness of the heart! If you, and your siblings, have reached a separation… May you seek Jesus for a Godly reconciliation! As family, whatever divides, must be lifted up in prayer! Where two or three are gathered… God is there! Just think about what the family unit has become! The love of Jesus must be what binds us all as one! Getting along as a family, is more than just a "feeling!" The blood of Christ needs to bring an "inner healing!" The family that each of us have, may not be here tomorrow! Are you one who's holding on to bitterness and sorrow? May the words of Christ help us all to get along! That through HIM, our families will be STRONG! By Jim Pemberton 10/20/13
Land of the free Home of the slaves The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate Amongst the soil where they were slain I'm hearing their struggle I'm feeling their pain I can't imagine being forced to part from my family All for massa's gain So I pay homage to those who promoted change People like every slave who tried to escape Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman And the safe houses who were in accord And peg leg Joe with his song Follow the drinking gourd. People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard And who was dismissed and defamed The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names The list could go on The full will never be told So I pay homage to others who were bold Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes and Charles Drew George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks Who's death by the way Symbolized the American lie You cant declare the rights of all men While the people of African decent rights get denied But still we rise Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen None who were showed any love Yeah it's an uphill battle, But obviously greatness can be done. We can rise above this stigma That blacks are lazy and daunting That our worth is null and void And in essence minus nothing And of all the names mentioned And the greatness of their successes No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind And once you have experienced just a taste of it It changes your perception of time The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom It's mine
In subtle silence runs a river of hopes and dreams To find the essence of solitude, I must bridge its width So I wait, with patience, anticipating the quiet hush Its powerful roars come with solace, peace and true girth It drapes the busy walls like rich, velveteen brocade Tranquil, I find myself in its unfettered embrace I become a cocoon enwrapped in comfort and warmth Captivated, in the moment I savor the sweet taste In recline, my heart beats to its rhythmic chant And my breathing becomes slow, deeply sublime While I inhale the soothing fragrance of lavender oils The world is shut out and heart reaches its climb Peacefully drifting, light as leaf upon a river My soul rises to sing sacred songs of praise Enthralled in beauty of suspended animation And I breathe in the silence with solitude encased ~*~ Note: For Paula Swanson's "Breathe in Silence" Contest By : Audrey Carey
My main man Michael Where you're is where you're, J Keep shining like stars ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ © Joseph Spence, Sr., 6/28/09 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran. ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Ballooning o'er the desert Sun peeks up at you... Experience nature's gift. Wafting on the wind's current Silence in motion... Reflections of a new day. The fire of dawn awakens Hills of umber gold... Borne to see such wonderment!
I ponder the same thoughts as he. But my words are rocks. Illusive, words go beyond feeling them, Beyond memories, Deep into native instincts Forgotten in generations of rebirth. His stones are Time before; time hereafter; A time capsule within; A mystery without. Mine are rocks. Inspired by the poem "Stone," by Charles Simic, current Poet Laureate
The Check is in the Mail Authored by Chuck Keys At the beginning there was no rain, Only the thundering noise and bright bolts of lightning. The trees and bushes trembled with the cold winds Pouring sheets of rain soon followed. The stones and the ground cover cringed, Everything echoed and shook from the hard driving forces present. There was no place to run or hide. God Was making his statement. There will be no peace tonight, Everything is in play. Someone is in pain, searing aching ever increasing pain, Like the agony of a toothache, thumping, pulsing, thud, thud, thud Louder and more intense with each breadth The body and spirit is consumed, tightly wrapped up, Absorbed in the discomfort of now. And it's not going away on its own. There will be no peace tonight, Everything is in play. He was stolen, placed in chains, 400 years ago, Brow beaten from the beginning, in and out Never allowed to be his own, Not like whites, he was property, owned and operated But different non-white, (why are we still talking of color?) Yet beings we all are. There will be no peace tonight, Everything is in play. We cry for what was taken but can never be returned Not wanting to be raised above or over, Wanting not a victory, but delivered equality. Through love and nonviolence Martin and they forged ahead, No more waiting for the check in the mail, But expecting the expected. There will be no peace tonight, Everything is in play. The storm is here and now. A debt of honor is due, With the passing of time, where is restitution? We accept love, education, pride and joy, We can't accept the hatred of crime, violence, The lack of housing and work, Pain never fades on its own. It needs attention. God's values our values, The one constant, never becomes vague. Without compromise. Without compromise. There will be no peace tonight, Everything is in play. The storm continues with its blinding rage, Waiting for an answer, not patiently, but expectantly, There will be no peace tonight in their lives as in our hearts, Everything is in play.
We Need God Back Into Our Schools! There are some trying to remove God from this nation! They do is under; "a church and state separation." For many years, God was taught in our schools! Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it's rules! As so many young people look to fill life's "void." They try many things that they think they'll enjoy! Rather than having God's word to obey and live by. They choose the kind of life that they will die by! Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds. Are what is now filling so many young people's minds! Read the headlines! Many young people are stressed out! Yet our government can't seem to figure it out! Another shooting… Another act of violence appears! While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared! The answer is not more money to solve their problem! No matter how much the government tries to solve them! Let me give you answer. It's called "read the Bible 101!" It's time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son! Our young people need God brought back into their life! And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife! Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking! Only he can give anyone a life that's everlasting! Please come Lord Jesus! And heal the wounded hearts! It's everyone one of us, that it needs to start! No court or school can separate God's love for you and me! Where will you spend your eternity? By Jim Pemberton 10/24/13
Starry eyes looking down on me Wrapping me in warm luminous blankets Soothing memories of my mother's knee Angels wearing shimmering lockets Floating in tranquil flowing sea Quietly enlightened A soulful journey in the sky Peaceful, no longer frightened There are angels' wings to fly Believe in your dreams Silly, serious, outrageous, grand beautiful themes Like blue and yellow colliding into green I bow my head to those stars and moon Gracious thanks for their cocoon A supernatural commune And then I see your face and your eyes You are there, my surprise.
At Church, We Talked About the Holy Spirit! At church, we talked about the Holy Spirit. And discussed how to be guided by it! We discussed scripture and God's power! And how we need his spirit... This hour! We learned about how the Holy Spirit moved long ago. And how we need it now! To nourish our soul! It seemed like no matter what we decided We knew the spirit's power has been provided! Rather than just all of us talking about it... Isn't it about time, that we really experience it? The disciples of the Bible were empowered from on high! They boldly proclaimed God! And were not shy! It's almost like the church today is somewhat defeated! Because the Holy Spirit's work isn't completed! How can anyone experience the Holy Spirit within? When so many hang on to unrepentant sin??? If you're one, who's hanging on to a denomination... Is God's spirit part of your life's foundation??? Won't you take the time to wait on the spirit's presence! God is powerful! And is loving and omnipresent! Talk is cheap! Submission to God's spirit is the key! To help you in life! And give you the victory! Won't you come now? And enjoy the spirit's fullness? It will bring you joy! And complete wholeness! By Jim Pemberton
Is it an onion? Or, is it a tear? I See A life As like Peeling an Onion. At first The layers are thin And hardly noticeable. Then as you go along the Layers become much thicker Laced with flavor and vitamins And tears, sweet precious tears We should treasure and savor Each one. For, the dead Cry no more. Timothy I. Brumley
It's not a lesson to be taught Or a skill to be acquired It's the nudge to move forward Open when the time is right It's the spirit inside God leading on the way On the journey to discover He is all you need It's the courage to let go Say yes instead of no Reveal what you've been holding back As Jesus takes the wheel It's the realization that it doesn't matter What others think of you God leads you where you're meant to be Just allow you to be you It's the standing up to fear Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!" The battle has been fought too long Time to let the stalemate end It's the inspiration you've been holding For others and for yourself The light we've been dimming Rather than shining on His behalf It's the spontaneity in the decision To follow His call all the way Discovering peace in being you Wide open as the perfect creation you are The world out there is brutal But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand His bravery now is all we have But His bravery of love is all we need May God bless you!
Strophe: The shadows know the scent of cloves, as Nyx devolves from sleep's crossroad, the night-owls croak to domes above, her ode the stars turns to abode. Her firmness strings the scene's stillness, her laughter waves in hung ether, small hours' submit her thoughts' steepness, advancing 'mid green heather. The night birds watch - with eyes of amber night wraiths descend from stardome flare, upon a sky-drome meander that ghostly travelers time-share. ----- Antistrophe: Brilliant's the moon in ventured glory, above shapes lays and daunting wraiths, her eminence surpassed souls' faith, to hark the travelers' lone story. And kind advanced to lands of blooms, as night conveyed upon each breath, she confers grand the kiss of death, with fates to weave on lethal looms. ----- Epode: On darkened growth she shines dismal, In Stygian reign she rules - abysmal, enchanted souls shall dwell in void, with Acheron's old paths destroyed. ----- © G.V. 10-03-2012, All Rights Reserved Nyx = Night
I'm often repeated and hardly defeated Could be good, bad or ugly it all depends on what you make of me I run a full course when fully encrypted I am Habit I can make you soar sky high As well as fuel your eyes to cry Can lead you to great profit or lay you down underneath Its still me Habit A friend to both the achiever and mediocre The very small stream that makes a river What's your flavour? I make and mar Can keep you redundant or take you far Call me Habit Be firm with me and you'll achieve a great feat Be easy with me and you'll be wasted six feet
Time The sands of time pass swiftly flowing through the hour glass Will this day be the last for Time is running Time is running Time is running Time is running time is run time is ru time is r time is time i time tim ti t t ti tim time time is time is g time is go time is gone time is almost time is almost gone who knows the day or hour who knows the day or hour who knows the day or hour
Sometimes things are up, And sometimes they are down, Sometimes black is white, And sometimes it is brown. All the rivers flowing, Back to the sacred sea, All the monkeys climbing, Up the very same tree. You think you know a lot, Think you know it all, But the autumn leaves are falling, At the north wind's lonely call. The thinking of the meaning, The reasons lost and gone, At last the place is ready, A vacant holy throne. The emptiness that fill you, Fills you from inside, Is the treasure you are holding, The bridegroom's holy bride. And now the north wind's blowing, Blowing down the Way, And now we sit here waiting, For the bridegroom's wedding day. more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
Even when you feel lost There is always a way Of finding direction Somehow we tend to look At a closed door As our last chance, Wishful for it to open Meanwhile open doors Are begging for some attention Just a little nudge That is all it would take But we tend to be afraid, Fearful of the unknown Wasting our hopes and dreams On doors that was never Meant for us to open Look beyond that closed door Open yourself up to that And move past The ones that were closed in your face… 110620111225
Like the oak tree Have you ever thought about? An Oak so big and strong With all his blessed majesty [As nature sings her song] His branches reach unto the sky As he strives to touch the sun Take a look at his great growth Now he's a giant one. And yet he cannot reach the sky Unless his roots dig far He'll never reach too high at all That's just the way things are Take a look at a bonsai tree Then you'll see what I mean Compare it with the mighty oak And see what might have been. It's the same with humans too If they strive to reach within They're growth will reach up very high And a song it will begin But if they only touch the surface [Most humans be like this] They'll stay small, like the Bonzai tree That's just the way it is. 8 June 2014 @ 1634hrs.
Mercy Rewrote My Life! My life was rewritten by God's mercy divine! He took away my sins and cleansed my mind! I was totally changed by his awesome power! His word is renewing me each day and hour! He reached out and touched me, when no one else could! All of my burdens and problems... He understood! He strengthens my body with his love and healing! I wake up each day with a "brand new feeling!" I thank the lord for everything he's given! I'm a new person and my sins are forgiven! My life is rewritten. The past is washed clean! Christ is my righteousness! My everything! I'm so grateful for him and all that he's done! All glory and honor to God's precious son! The joy he's given. I'll no longer hide! Because of God's mercy.. I'm on the winning side! By Jim Pemberton
The meaning of Life: To touch, to feel, to see; To know without shadows of doubt of One's immortality. Life is the kindergarten of the Cosmos; A proving ground of worth. Evolutionary graduations Lift us high about the earth. Reflections of the sunset Through the prisms of our eyes, Shine on as true illusions as Life Laughs at our naivete and keeps smiling at our lies. Graduate to a higher framework of thinking. Move into the upper class of the Divine. Life is not narrow, restrictive or limiting; It's all in your state of mind. Guard carefully your thoughts and emotions. Sift them for the brightest nuggets of gold. Glean out the best and most perfect image Of your Highest Good that you can hold. Then, let it shine in each moment and hour. Fight yourself to save your own Soul. You hold the key to your future and destiny As you watch eternity unfold.
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"
TO MOVE FORWARD TO MOTIVATE OTHERS FOR EMPOWERMENT VIA NON-PROFIT TO ACHIEVE WHAT HAS BEEN SAID TO BE IMPOSSIBLE! Is there a greater focus to determine a greater faith? Why ask, if you are living the best way? TO STEP-TO-THE CAUSE TO BE A POLITICAL POWERHOUSE TO PROVIDE MOTIVATION TO INSPIRE A NATION What is your focus to be? I ask because a destiny is perceived. TO BE TO DO TO LOVE TO LIVE TO QUEST TO ACHIEVE TO SEEK TO DEFINE TO FIND TO SEEK OUT TO ESTABLISH TO ASCERTAIN What questions have you not ask? Bringing forth this knowledge is to introspect. ________________________________________| PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 15, 2014!
As I walk down my chosen path. I enjoy life, I eat, I dance, and I laugh. With a little time and patience. I hope and pray for God's guidance. I know that I have truly been blessed. My trials and tribulations in life I know they are my test. Always having little thoughts of hope I constantly keep a little change in slope. No matter how hard it is, you must believe in all you do Just work hard at it and soon you'll make it through. As a bird soar in the sky, You've got to let your dreams fly high, For you are special in God's eyes and can make it through your days That's why we have to pray. Every day I maintain a positive attitude To spend sometime in solitude I only speak words of affirmation Daily I pray for everyone in this nation. With hope in my heart and dreams in my eyes. Through God's love and his words I aim to become noble and wise.
Verlena S. Walker Vivacious being Earthly skin tone Reality of the world Living for the moment Entertained by her imagination Never lost in thought All aspects of life are focal points. (S.) ensual sensitivity endeavoring triangle (E) verlasting is her stride. (X) is the answer mark (T) ogether with those that are important. (O) nly a spirit embodied (N) either way is preferred. Willing to enrapture emergence As is derives innovation Lively and invigorating Keeper of the Shrine of God Enshrined by faith and religion Rich is the soul that embellishes the mind. ______________________________________________________________________| Penned on January 04, 2015!
Are You Ready? Many in church aren't ready for Christ' return, Holiness in their lives must be learned. Many attend each Sunday, and go to every class. But outside church, their spiritual candle burns out fast. Everyone thinks they're doing fine and "o.k." As long as they give money and sing and pray. They soak in God's word and memorize many verses. You can see their Bible tucked in behind their purses. A sense of excitement stirs each Sunday morning. But many fail to heed God's somber warning. Without holiness, no one shall enter God's throne. If Jesus came today— they'd be left alone. God knows the heart of man is wicked deep within. That's why Jesus said: "YOU MUST be born again." Be separate from the world's wicked and sinful ways. "Be ready for my coming" is what Jesus says. At God's house, his divine judgement shall start. Live for Jesus NOW—love him with all of your heart. Keep this important thought in mind. If he came now—would you go—or be left behind? By Jim Pemberton
So many thoughts come to mind If only I could really go back in time Change or undo my life's violent and sexual crimes Tell those around me to open their eyes Pay Attention to the signs If only one wish could really rewind Those pedophilic hands of my life-time… Then I stopped and started to think Who would I be if this didn't happen to me? What of the woman I'd come to be The wisdom I'd come to see And my children who's lives are abuse free As a result of my past… my history… Now, with eyes wide and mind free Heart pounding, air, LOVE and life in me Blessed with children to change my legacy, Equipped with words and strength to share my story… my poetry I'd wish only to open the eyes of the blind The mouths of the abused and the hearts of our society… I'd make them see… I'd make them see So no other child has to end up like me… Lay ** For the "If I Had One Wish Contest"
So much of life Is like walking a beach all alone; Where you began is lost in the white distance behind Where you are headed a mystery as well. We carry along two small bags of pretty pebbles We gather along the way, One for the joys One for the troubles. Both bags get a little heavier The further we go. Mostly it's a long silent walk With a boundless sea whispering by our side In a tongue too ancient for the rational mind. But here and there we stop And turn to gaze out over that sea, Fingering pebbles as we do. And sometimes, if we're very lucky, And we wait and listen long enough, The whisperings begin to make sense And we become aware that An unseen Someone, A special Beloved, Has been pacing us all along; That we have never been truly alone. One must be careful not to turn too fast, To try to see this Beloved, Or they will vanish like a snowflake on the tongue. The trick is to cast one's gaze deep into oneself; Then the Beloved will appear, laughing at our cleverness, And we shall see that our silent companion Looks exactly like ourselves As we appear in others' eyes. And if we can bear to match the Beloved's gaze long enough, They will vanish before us And we will find ourselves gazing out over that sea with their eyes, And see it as it truly is: dancing, infinite,eternal, perfect. If we can do this but once, We can open our bags and toss the pebbles into the sea, Even as we realize that sea as well is but a part of us; We will understand its language of song and laughter, And disappear into everything joyfully To the sound of our own Perfect and infinite Laughter As the great whirling dance Begins again.
Where were you when my world fell apart? The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled. All had been done and all had been said. And ripped to shreds was my beating heart. Even the Seas began to part. And the Mountain tops spread. I lay there completely dead. Even the Stars I could not chart. If only you knew, If only you were there, If only you had a clue! If only life had been fair! I'd turn the clocks back, Still standing dead in my track!
Cont. from Part 3 Three months now, no trace of Sam has ever been found to this very day I think he was an angel from above, I don't know what else to say I hope he's at home in Heaven with God and his beautiful wife I believe he was sent to teach me a lesson and to share with me his life If you see someone in need don't just walk on by, please don't treat them so unfair When you pass them- stop - give them a smile, send them a heartfelt prayer Try to help someone else, the best that you possibly can Always try to remember... this isn't where their homeless life began _______________________________________________________________ I felt very privileged to have met this kind man But so saddened by his heartfelt story Was he an angel sent from God? I don't know, I only know I met a very, special man... a man named Sam ___________________________________________________ ***Dedicated to Sam***
Dream Reflections So drained, I feel like a trained monkey Who is paid to dance I can't wait for The chance to sleep If it doesn't Happen soon Grim reaper might come Knocking at my door When I fall asleep Driving home I shall visit the moors of Ancient fairies and Hills of enchantment, Once my curly head lands On my feather pillow I might dream of lazy days Laying under a weeping willow tree After taking a long dip in a cool Stream on a hot summer day Who knows where my Subconscious might take me, Good thing my Admission will be free, Because I don't have a Penny on me currently Time is ticking so swiftly These trying days, I must say goodbye, Before I drift off to Dreamland too suddenly Goodnight
I rise You rise Meeting every hour, every day Making the best of the moments so they don't go to waste I rise You rise On full head of dreams Sometimes teary eyes Yet still, we rise I rise You rise Toiling soil until our fruits of labor arise Sometimes they appear disguised Ill shaped, presenting a surprise But still we rise
I want to show you the real me, Not just what you think you see, I like to dress in black, not pink, My dark poems will make you think, I can't always be happy like you, For I am sad, and often blue, My soul was dying to break free, To be the person I wanted to be, I have hid my true self for many years, While deep inside, crying many tears, But, now I am showing the real me, And you are just starting to see, I'm emerging in the dark poetry I write, The difference is like day and night.
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Judas betrayed Jesus's whereabouts End, was near Son of God, knew this Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
October eighth Today, I offer thanks No need to wait for November
All this time I wish I knew, At other times I wish I had known, The whats, ifs and buts of life. Then I hope that I had never known, What could have been with or without, It is better for it to remain a mystery, Than for me to fall prey to solving it. Let be what there is and accept it, Better this way than to expect more, Come what may in this life and more, Will face it head on and face the strife.
Lacy tablecloths Sweet music Red ornamental vestments Gold tapers flickering Red bound book A sip of wine White cowl on red Bowed heads, folded hands Ruby wine sipped from chalice Folded white linen napkin Genuflecting nodding heads In pious agreement Brown robbed friars faces Cynosure of white ribbed Black cassocks Little circle of bread Piously put on tongues Again and again Row upon row to receive Gold richly decorated tabernacle The body and blood of our Savior Needs to be kept Under lock and key.
Who am I? Question indeed! W-eaned from tender age,in noble family of ten. H-urt by the demise of the tube that brought me into this theater of struggles and pains. O-rdered about by the whimps of this world,facing the hurdles of life daily from cradle,never giving up hope. A-fine young man of 28 I am,who has the experience and wisdom of the aged. M-astering the arts of life-learning from lessons of life's victims and didactic poems 'cos man of fame I intend to be for I bear the name Bob. I-lost my poetic gift at a stage but recovered it in poetrysoup for invisible entities say a lesser being I shall be,but another encourages me to move on,for great is one who comes out of the shackles of life undeterred for this is who I am. Name: Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu. Date:24-10-2013.
Two Sonnets for your enjoyment, joined by the same quatrain. Come and join my fantasy Anyone with a mind can be a part You just have to listen to your heart Music adds such harmony All spirits have compatibility You will be happy as a lark You will feel the joy from the start One cannot describe the joy inside Join me in this peaceful place See the eagles flying with such grace This is the home of imagination Here dreams do come true In this place of our creation Interruptions are very few Love is found on every shore Ever after comes every day Happy is just another way Life in forever is never a bore Live the memories you have stored Here fairies and butterflies play Come in and with me stay You will never want to leave Come and share my fantasy On the wings of love fly free This is the home of imagination Here dreams do come true In this place of our creation Interruptions are very few
Omniscient guy Yet he lets bad things happen How can he exist?
I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new Always living from my heart not knowing what else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is just the case, people would walk over me like I was their dirty used up suitcase. Now I feel a newness coming, like a light shining from the sky, colors fill my world and I know I am blooming into a butterfly. Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming My faith leads me where I need to go giving me insight and wiseness for only me to know. I have not done this on my own you see I have been guided by God and Angels on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at it's best comes from a wise lady who seems to know me best. Lucky, I am to have her in my life, she always shoots it straight and tells me like it is, knowing her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith.. I feel like flying through the sky or climbing a tree way up high. I feel like observing the world just like a brand new butterfly so as I Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside a touch of color here a touch of color there makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly... Written By: Christina A McCullouch 04/09/2013
Overcoming Evil With Good... "Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good." This verse from scripture is often misunderstood. Many tend to "get back" at someone who's "wronged them." Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend. You cannot fight evil with evil-- this isn't God's plan! His concept of love and mercy-- you need to understand. Remember the words Jesus said in the beatitudes. Perhaps this can stop any "revengeful attitudes." You were called to be holy-- with Godliness in mind. To be filled with his mercy... being gentle and kind. Rise above whatever evil may come your way/ Overcome by doing this with God's goodness... today! Allow the cross of Christ to be lifted up in your life. Allow his spirit to remove all malice, bitterness and strife. A compassionate and loving person in you... others will see! What you do today--will impact your eternity! An overcomer of evil is often difficult to do. Obey and trust God-- He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton Rom. 12:21
Commitment is ….. beautiful when you love somebody. Commitment is giving something greater than yourself. It is: A promise: To Assure, Guarantee, Swear, Agree, Secure, Give your word A pledge: A Promise, Oath, Word of honor A vow: To Be determined, Declare, Undertake, Assert It is: Assurance, Dedication, Loyalty, Devotion, Steadfastness, Allegiance, Faithfulness, Duty, Responsibility, Obligation If, to the one you love, you cannot give commitment, then you have nothing to give. God committed Himself to us, He gave of Himself, He gave Jesus. Jesus then gave His All to us, He held nothing back. He took the cross that was due us. Was that commitment? I'd say it was … it was the Ultimate commitment!
15 years old. It was a brain tumor, they'd said. Holding past the current; undertow of reality slapping my fragility cold – (steel bars won't hold water – movement always finds its way) O', how the lies twist! Twist like the dusty branches on an old, gray apple, holding appraising rooks from another's waking nightmare. Suicide, they tell me now. A menagerie of years too late. Oh…and by the way, he's not your real father; your real father was dead to you the moment he found out. This guy's just The Black-Maker – (mother stealer; innocence taker) a mass of dark waiting to fall; waiting to burrow beneath light skin (so dark, even the sun lost hope) exponentially surrendering - stuck on repeat. The temper of blood lost, melting my thin ice – can you sense the coiled, un-leashed? Like a waking May snake tasting the indifferent air for the first time since snow; out of its burrow, and striking its own skin ripe; bleeding my vinegar still, sweet; distilling a wicked brew (a science experiment gone bad) until the steel breaks and every molecule of unoccupied space is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow of its dying host. A ticking time-bomb: Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner of loose cutting; memory re-making, recapturing of her long dead ghost, exhumed from its protective bed of lies – and how that double edge twists to this day. Only now, it twists in wind through my reclaimed space. The sign across my chest reading, OCCUPIED, instead of SPACE FOR RENT. 37 years old. It was suicide. This I know – lies all told. But, it was also her greatest gift – her young life tolled; my life, paid in full through the tears of time. (dried up like an ancient river still baring the scars of once was…) From one parent to their child, the gift of life remains the greatest gift of all. Nothing was ever taken from me. No…only given - un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled. My own struggle baring weight - her wrongs come to my light - I am the Light-Maker now, and as straight and long as the journey from one star to the next; and the next, and on. I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it. Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him) I am learned and open as renewed hope from the heart of God. *For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.
Jesus... The Living Water Jesus is the living water which can satisfy. HE is the oasis in a land barren and dry. Only HE can bring true satisfaction deep within. HIS living water can break the bondage of sin. He awaits you with his love and grace. His living water shall fill your "empty space." You were made according to his design. He created this world with you in mind. Come and drink of his water that only he can give. Taste of his everlasting love each day that you live. NOW is the day of salvation... please don't delay! Listen to the words Jesus has to say. His promises are forever, steadfast and true. It is no secret of how much he loves me and YOU! By Jim Pemberton
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth The lord does chastise me so I see Him Placed me in poverty pray I do right Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice Each and every hour this debt I owe Righteous and just shall inherit the earth Turn their backs they have people that I know Failing in belief cause my will I give thee Placed me in poverty pray I do right A different path to walk to you I go My destination is known you I fear Righteous and just shall inherit the earth Your punishment severe pain I endure Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust Placed me in poverty pray I do right No longer without sight you freed my mind The sanctuary I seek found in you Righteous and just shall inherit the earth Placed me in poverty pray I do right
Attunement at its best Be to hell go the rest
A drop of rain each soul is, Born out of the vapors of the spiritual ocean, Filled with divine wisdom and Destined To execute the celestial will Of Watering materiality's arid planes of ignorance Before Its glorious eternal source to rejoin! © Demetrios Trifiatis 25 FEBRUARY 2014
As God guided my hand to write this poem with black ink. With love and favor He gave me words to write this in a wink. I've learned that an empty heart has no compassion; But an empty heart gets no satisfaction. Some of us see no meaning or purpose in life. I think because we stressed with problems and strife. Most people appear happy and confident. But many people still try to fill up their own void with achievement. Faith in the life of a person is that the word must become a living force within the soul of a man. I put this in the poem hoping you can understand. My mother always told me this, "that an empty heart doesn't care, "And definitely that a empty heart has no love to share." I'm not selfish but I'm doing this for me. So I can be free and just let be. See a part of me knows what to do. But another piece of me has no clue. In my life I'm making my own path. I've sat around for days and done the math. Having faith and believing is the only thing that keeps me going, So I just keep positive people and things around me that is what keep me moving. Romans 3:19-20 Now we know that whatever the law says it speaks to those who are under the law, so that every mouth may be stopped, and the whole world may be held accountable to God. For by works of the law no human being will be justified in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin.
Are You Happy With the Life You Have? Are you truly happy with the life you have? Or have you been discouraged and sad? Have the things in life brought you contentment? Or are you one who's often filled with resentment? The feelings you have, and the ambitions inside… Is there some trouble that you're trying to hide? Everything you have… God has given to you! His promises are true! And he'll never fail you! The happiness you may be seeking, you can find in him! You can find peace, hope and satisfaction within! Christ can bring a healing that you won't find! Won't you give him a chance? While there's still time? What profits a man if he gains the world, or loses his soul? Jesus loves you so much! More than you'll ever know! The opportunity is here, for you to take! Won't you give God a chance? For heaven's sake? By Jim Pemberton 10/14/13
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With airy moves the thinker tried to gulp one more full glass of the potent liquor, 'das zould bee iit', he said, in English calque, 'afta zis bottle I'll be a quitter'. His mind analyzed why Socrates drunk, instead of this pure nectar, conium, He started writing knowing he would flunk, and his pen's gems would be zirconium. He drunk and gargled the eighty proof gold, in his blurred vision Philipp Lenard laughed, and Karl Max Plank's postulate did unfold quantized integration calculus' craft. He wondered if the philosopher's norm that electromagnetic energy, could solely emit in quantized form, was the discovery of last century. (You know in zis vorld ze gut schnapps is rare, like slivovitz und aquavit und kirsch), he read somewhere from drinks to be aware, - 'Chain nuclear reactions' book of Frisch, Outraged he saw the drink's surface descend, with airy moves he called the liquor store, Maxwell's equations started to blend, through electrodynamics slept with snore. © 02-09-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved (rhyme) (a poem against excessive alcohol consumption) Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper Contest: Personifying Science Placement: 3rd
From vast emptiness, imagination is formed which births a substance. Reality is a seed of imagination based on belief which becomes a substance,for what is and what is not are based on belief. How do we really know if who we call siblings are really part of us,were we born with perception? Are our parents really ours?We accept based on belief. Words formed are accepted so also spouse's fidelity. Tomorrow like a hollow always existing before birth of mankind,gives birth but nobody can grasp it's loathsome- sweet seed. Tangibility of substance is based on belief,what you belief is what you have. You read my philosophy of reasoning based on your belief that it harbors treasures beyond measures-for knowledge isn't acquired from birth but on belief. Then what is your belief?
Feel the weight of my silence, I swim from my ocean's past, I argue with the wind, Covered with that verse that I hate, I travel to my faint space, Searching for my borrowed corner, My pace is invisible, deliberate is my step, Mistake is my reflection, taken for the night, Match with a cause, My shelter is my function, My odd is my curse.
On a moonlit night,, as I was on a search An this old weary owl, flew down to perch Startled, I became a statue, perfectly still Cast in stone, as I had lost all my free will My eyes fixed, I saw his and they intrigued What words he might speak, if not fatigued This Silence was broken, he spoke as a man Saying "I'm am nothing to fear", as he began As I have searched this earth, many a night For the rats that folly, when the moon is bright Instead, I see you, a women, creator of life What is it you search for or are you in flight Can the hollow feeling inside, from a past strife Be filled by earths beauty, in the moonlight You see twilight, in darkness, your hope is alive Joy again will fill your heart, your baby will thrive You see it isn't the moon, it's a morning sunrise Wisdom discerns truth, as knowledge comes alive As I search darkness, wisdom protects me from strife Let a wise old owls knowledge, assist you in life inspired by painting " The owl and the ***** cat"
It's hard to say goodbye It's really tough to let go You don't think I can There's something you should know I already have You think that I can't stand Without you by my side If your pride didn't blind You'd see I didn't hide Your beauty's growing thin Tired of your same show Think I'd never walk away There's something you should know I already have I'm ready to start again Going to give life a fresh go To mend a broken heart There's something you should know I already have I already have I already have *Inspired by Leona Lewis' "Better In Time" Contest: Kelly's "I Love Rock N' Roll" Date: 9-10-14
God Gave Me A Talent… I Didn't Use It! God gave me a talent, but I chose to refuse it. I had it… But didn't want to use it! God also gave me the ability to use what was given. But it just "didn't fit in" with my style of livin'! The talent he gave, he wanted for me to share... Although I went to church… I just didn't care! I was like someone who "buried the talent in the ground." When God came looking… I was nowhere to be found. I was embarrassed of what he gave and ashamed. I didn't want to talk about Jesus, or mention his name… I wanted to be careful of who was my friend. If I were to use God's talent, I may easily "offend." We all have talents. God's given them to each one. He's given to us his spirit and Christ Jesus his son! All that we need to accomplish his purpose and goal… He wants to use us! He loves us more than we know! Will you "bury" the talents that God's given to you? Or will you just "turn your back" like others do? He has a divine will for us all. A purpose and plan! He waits for you… With an outstretched hand! Won't you allow him to use you HIS way? Please do it now! Listen to what HE has to say! HIS blessings in your life is for you to receive! Reach out to him now! Trust and believe.! By Jim Pemberton
Beauty of nature Why condense it down to God? Isn't life enough?
I am the face of misery My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring, The years are written in the same Lugubrious, nostalgic grey How can it be the author to blame? I cannot scream this all away… Burn nor Bleed this all away… To Death I am Ordained Lacuna ever growing With Velvet sheets of life flowing Aeons apart of my "royalty" Under the mask the cannot see... Can you dispel this tragedy: Antigone - Epiphany failing If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone No words of hope No words of hate Do I have Lenore to send to me: The sordid child of Thebes Caught In the longest nightmare life - the slowest way to die I know this is my life But I'm not under control under the mask the will see Just Another Human If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone Can you dispel my life; this tragedy? Can you control the storm in my mind? I'm asking you: can you rid me Of The Curse of Antigone?
When the Innocuous snow, unhurriedly descends. With muted twirls, like the dried leaves dying. There is a beautiful gloom staring with tinted sense. A truth of life, so deafeningly notifying. The flakes of snow fall on the sinister paths Dazzling us with its radiant white Cleverly disguised remarkable façade Making the chameleon proud of evil's slight It makes some incessantly slip, trip and blunder. And snigger while you ashamedly perspire. You wonder whether it was all of you, Has it stemmed out of some filthy desire? Oh what an irony the snow is! Spotlessly blanch yet decidedly ambiguous Camouflaged by the thick conceal The misdeeds of man are outrageous When the light of the sun shines and dazzles The bare soul is indeed revealed Dark as a dungeon rotten away Clogged brain, locked ears and heart sealed From the rocking cradle, to the thorny bier. He portrays the spirit of pretence. A shady heart and speech so brutally suave The whiteness of the snow makes sense
It was a cold and rainy night. The stars were shining bright. It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight. I sat quietly in my car, the sound of music I heard blasting from a far. I opened my door, stepped out slowly and looked around. Now suddenly the music stopped, not a word is heard, not even a sound. I turned my head, looked over my shoulder, I saw a woman running. She was wearing a white gown. I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running flaunted such a frown. I followed her footsteps, I listened for the sound. Running through the darkness, one question came to mind, Who would leave this woman? Who would be so heartless? How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught? Abruptly a sound was heard. I came to a stop. I listened closely. It was a gunshot. Now fearful I stood. I began to run as fast as I could. I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating. I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding. She was gasping for air. Someone had shot her and left her to die there. It was as if they didn't even care. She reached for my hand, whispered softly to me "never trust a man" At that moment her hand dropped. I knew her heart had stopped. I looked at her white gown now dripping red. I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said. This could be me. I could be lying here dead. I will remember her words always. They will haunt me for the rest of my days. This moment I will never forget. No man should ever be such a threat. This was the day my life would change. From this day on I would never be the same. The lesson I learned here, never have such fear. Fear that will keep me from being free. I learned that I can be happy just being me.
I've watched the war from behind closed doors; Eyes too glued to close. And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more. God's love is the only hope we know. We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus. We are saved because of the love that is Jesus. We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us. We are loved! No matter what we've done, we are loved! Confess and ask for forgiveness; This is such a beautiful gift! Thank You God! Thank You Jesus! You forgive me! You save me! You change me! I am changed! I am new! I am renewed! I am forgiven! I am saved! I am changed! There's porn no more For God's hope is in store! There's porn no more For God's love is the hope of the world!
I can't believed I Missed all the Signs That You gave me! I know now that I can't live my Life without you! Living here knowing that I Can still have you in my heart is my Only joy. I'm sorry I didn't believe in all your Messengers until it was almost to late; but I'll try to live the rest of my life for you Now. God, be with me and help get through these last days!
I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans Mali went home to lay down just before this rain started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues In real life feeling good was good enough for me From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee
I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption it shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation for just as my temperament doth squabble feebly with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities time sweet majestic unwavering time doth reconcile in me an assurance of tranquility shall invade my troubled waters and calm the turbulent seas to but a ripple as if transposed to a lake where the sun doth shine from the heavens and prosperity will live in my house once more
Right or Wrong? If I were right? Yet you felt Wrong Would it mean you didn't belong? Could I ever be right? If I judged you wrong? Would it mean I didn't belong? Did God make me right? Or did He make you wrong? If so where would God belong? If I were an expressions of light? You a magnificent expressions of night? Where would that illusive wrong or right belong? Diana Dalton 1 April 2008
Sublime I've been shedding snakeskin... so blind I've been destroying the noise my worst enemy Deconstructing my identity soaking shoulder deep in oceans of humility feasting upon fruits of tranquility breaking shackles freeing ankles from bloody mud puddles razor blade anxiety rising to a place where yesterday flees irrelevant tomorrow is insufficient Yet this moment of SUBLIMITY right now... forever remains a fearless paradise
One more hot, deserted and silent road I have chosen this path in life This lonely domain of thinkers Some neurotic, some shy, some bold- Rare do I find those who belong in this domain- When we do cross paths a jubilant solemnization it is- Only once in a silver raindrop does this happen Share words and ideas- never anything to explain As our velvet minds are then one We sway, sing and dance with the trees And wood nymphs only we can see- so rare Fires burn bright- we travel to and beyond the heavens in one night All under an orange moon, phantoms of Thinkers past, waltzing with a slow seacoast breeze Inside my mind I feel velvet A delicate, downy cushion brushing my lobes That feeling is like breathing fresh air for the first time A sentience angels would covet- As our velvet minds are then one
A feather of a bird, My feather of you, Drifting in the air, Aimless in the sky and a blur, Not one, but two. Drifting without a care, My feather of you in the air! Lost in the funnel of the wind, My feather disappears, Drifting in the air, Flowing aimlessly again, Crossing over so near. A feather of you my only fear! Found with the resolution I see, A feather of me, Falling loosely and free, Softly to the ground, With very little sound! A feather of you and me, But only one I have found.
Avatar Waking to the divine aspect in each one of us Consciously connecting with the One that we are Embracing in love; seeing the One beyond the flesh Allowing and accepting all that is as it is Choosing to die to our limited view of ourselves Accepting that there is more than we thought we knew Delighting in discovery of more we can learn Trusting that we are guided and are never alone Letting go of all judgment and grudges and false blame Seeing the illusion of all we thought was real Standing in our courage; persevering through our fear Knowing, as we falter, that we are loved; we are love Finding our path and the contribution we will make Bringing our gifts as a point of light in our world Walking with thanks, praise and love in our thoughts, in our heart Celebrating with others of like mind and like song Inspired after seeing the movie by the same name; revised 9/18/10 to Blank Verse form
there is no cure for this melodrama there is blood on my fingers where i touched your wounds, you said we all have them and some are well-hidden some follow us with hound-dog eyes inconsolable and lonely for his master, the spirit of the wind shakes the dream catcher halfway to paradise the parchment of this poem, an unspoken sin that catches fire, our ashes rising, sing.
I'm worried where the next dollar will come from. Will she ever arrive? Will she ever show up? But why am I worrying? Stop it! It's all in God's Great Hands! It's all under God's control! It's all within His plans! It's all His And He will provide Because He is our Father! He loves us! It's all His! Trust Him! I know it's difficult; He will not lead you wrong. He knows where you need to go. He knows what you need to endure. It's all His plan. It's all in His Hands! Lay down your life; Give the control. He is in control! Thank You Father! Trust Him! It will all be okay! Trust Him! Thank You God! Thank You Jesus! Thank You Holy Spirit! I love You always! I trust You always! I trust You! I trust You! Yes, yes I do! I trust You! I love You! Amen!
I Woke Up With A Mission On My Mind… I woke up this morning with a mission on my mind. I wanted to tell others of Jesus! It was about time! There were so much scripture I began to ponder. My love for Christ grew down here and "up yonder!" When I needed some help. And needed it the most. Christ saved and filled me with the Holy Ghost! The excitement I had for Jesus began to brew. I wanted others to know this one that I knew! Others from church just couldn't help to explain it! My love for Jesus... It's hard to contain it! I pray that others will share of God's life eternal. It's my wish for their name to be in heaven's journal! I pray that God will use the words that are spoken. To minster to the needy, bruised and the broken! Lord… Help me not to be ashamed of your GOOD NEWS! May there be a shout of victory beyond the church pews! A mission for Jesus... God has stirred in my soul! To be his example… Wherever I go! May the banner of the cross be lifted above… As an example of Christ sacrifice from his heart of love! A testimony of God's goodness is a joy to share! Spreading his glad tidings to people everywhere! A mission for Jesus is what he's already given! So others may know of a brand new way of livin'! By Jim Pemberton
Wonder when the sun will break through these clouds that have entered the skies no longer blue its favorite color. Wonder when these eyes will see through the fog that has obscured the light of the avenue where love is discovered. Wonder when the tree will bear fruits Have I given it enough water enrich the soil enough for strong roots? I see buds have sprung open. And I know the sky has not lost its blue the soul sees even when the fog obscures blooming foreshadows fruition, so it continues what begins in love, never ends. By CarolineCecile Copyright © 08.12.11
Brave Indian warrior Sitting alone in the woods In the soft glowing light Of a low hanging moon Shining on the mighty river Brave Indian warrior Playing the flute The forest comes alive Animals waking from slumber To hear his melancholy tune Brave Indian warrior Deep in thought The music lets him escape Taking his mind of things And focusing Brave Indian warrior Reflecting on the past Thinking of all he did All he could do All he should have done Brave Indian warrior All alone now Concentrating Drifting away Into exploration of the mind ~~Written By~Brittany Larson~ For Constance's contest ~"Tell His Story"
Cookies - Why can't I have the chocolate one I want more She took my cookie Hers is bigger than mine I want to trade That's not fair Cookies + Thank you for the cookie I love you Thanks for all you do for me I am satisfied This is good I am loved Written By Deborah Finneran :) 2013
I got 2 memba who I once was, who I really am, what I really am, and who Im still yet TO BECOME. I got 2 memba where Im from 2 know how I got 2 where Im at 2 know where Im still GOING TO GO/ Despite bein a felon and convict and all the odds against me, I still got all the evens deep within me. Change is like a choice of contradicted concepts of my own convictions. My felonistic, forbidden, fatherless faith is not workin for me no more, actually it never did I just thought it did. I aint got 2 give it up or must give it up, or even have 2 give it up I first got 2 want 2 give it up. But I also must got 2 have 2 want 2 give it up within my own contradicted soul so that I may travel that road less traveled by my own people, not only where Im from but for all those trapped in this American inner racial mixed struggle where race and the color of YOUR SKIN DOES MATTER
My future shines like the rays of the sun brings my inner power to the outside and even though I just lost a battle (a battle of ignorance, not stupidity) it makes me happy to still be alive and to understand the choices I have made Change is at the door, challenging me now that the time has come and for myself and my dear family (the ones I love very much) I am taking the inevitable of a better future I am capable My future shines like stars in a clear night dressing my wife, children and I dressing my brother, parents, loved ones (real family and friends) in elegant clothes for the event of our lives a graduation from the lessons learned Responsible I am of my own mistakes of my unlimited passion and blind pride however there is something I can recognize (because that is the final point) I was not born knowing it all therefore, in ignorance I was wrong My future smiles at my present, offering ... a new alternative, a new way in a new place a place where all my children can play (where we are finally going to stay) surrounded by ideal conditions at home where everything makes sense after all! Carlos Mongrut 07/12/12
The Look On My Child's Face… Just yesterday I noticed a look of love on my child's face. This happened in a most "ordinary place." It was in our home. A place by God's design. I felt God speaking to my heart this particular time. I didn't take any time to stop and realize, The look of love and innocence in my child's eyes. "Am I being the kind of Dad God wants me to be?" "Am I being an example of Christ for my child to see?" Have I been demonstrating my God-given ability, teaching my kids God's love, and responsibility? May a Christ-like life in my kids be clearly seen and understood, As one day they will grow into adulthood. I hope that one day my Children will say: "I want to be like my Dad- every single day!" By Jim Pemberton
Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter Eye for Eye. Folk were listening to our lord Such a crowd had gathered round The news of this enigma Had spread from town to town. The multitudes all came to him To hear the words he spake He'd been speaking there for quite a while And the day was getting late. The lord with Passion in his tone He told those multitudes {There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners The good Lords words, their food} He said to them "now you have heard An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth But I give you another law So listen to my truth". "Do not resist an evil person When struck on the right cheek Turn to him the other also Just hear these words I speak If someone wants to sue you And take your tunic too Then let him have your cloak as well This, I do say to you". If someone makes you walk a mile Then walk with him for two. Give what one may ask you for This be the thing to do. If someone would borrow from you Then do not turn away. Hear ye this, it be the truth These words you hear me say".
Withering auras of Zin surround The tears of a crying heart Trickling down through ancient vines Spilled into pools of sacred red wine Where pain freely flows Until the brooding heart glows Embraced in time, sharp edges refined Drifting to sheer delight Zin pours from sepulchers divine Sanctioned in muted candle's light Promises the spirit to ignite Reflected in his sparkling eyes
You're Valuable To God! You're valuable to God! He gave you his best! You can enjoy his love, peace and rest! You're valuable to Jesus! He bled and died… He sacrificed his life for you, and was crucified! You're valuable! You were bought with the Lord's blood. Everything he's given to you is because of his love! You're valuable to God, and so wonderfully made! A way to get to heaven has already been paid! You're valuable and precious! One of a kind! When God created this world. He had YOU in mind! You're valuable to the lord! He wants you to know… Not all of the world's money can purchase your soul! You're valuable to God! He offers his salvation. You can enjoy his peace and sanctification! You're valuable to God! Won't you come to him? And experience his love, and the forgiveness of sin? God offers to you eternal life that's precious! He speaks to you from a heart of mercy and kindness! By Jim Pemberton
It's a private beach And they don't want Our kind There But I've got a bucket Full of private Sand That I'm willing to Share I'll offer it freely By the cup Private sand From a private Man Composed of blistered Dreams Lots of Bad luck And I wouldn't think Of charging For my private Dust As long as you love Me As long as you Trust That a day will come When my sand becomes More Than a bucket of Prayers A bucket of Horror Look out toward the sea My love The waves foam in mad Design Look into my eyes My twin And know you are Mine Just a man A bucket And some Private sand A man And his Bucket Full of Crazy plans It's a private beach And they don't want Our kind There But I've got an ocean Of private Love That I'm willing to Share Run across the beach Let me wrestle you to the ground Kiss you forever Thank God For what I've found A lover Willing to share Believe in her Man In My bucket My single Bucket Of Private Sand
[The Puppeteer] The storm I see you in Caught in the race of Caïn Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui -No stronger than the void you hold within- It began with a hope, an obsession Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for -They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him -just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat [The Fall] In this Valley of morning and weeping Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart As each velvet petal falls apart Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy -sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves Is know her home, the coven of solace Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies She is alive--anew But the vapors still remain The Apocalypse is here, do we fear? Just for the death of our sins Elysia never Seemed so far away [Our Damnation] Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions We strayed far from the depths within We all lingered to his solace--lies -you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings We are nothing in this burning world of Decadence, and Failed Semblance [Draconian] Draconian--Reach for the shadows within Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die Draconian--Reach the shadows within
Dearest sand dollar, bring me piece Bring me tomorrow and an ocean rose Bring the wind that I might hear you That I might know your wisdom Dearest sand dollar, hold together Give me hope and a friend on the beach Give leave to shadows and jade So I can smile at the hot sunshine Dearest sand dollar, last forever Leave me with nothing more to need Leave me warm in the night For I wish to grow fruit in my garden Dearest sand dollar, break in the waves Show me a fragment of perfection Show me that the sun will always set I want to be more than just another sand dollar in the sand Inspiration: Written when I was in search of my wife. I knew she was here somewhere; I was just having trouble figuring out where exactly.
Healing Can Only happen, When the Pain is Gone! Healing can only happen, when the pain and damage are gone! It can only come about, when there's no "lists" of wrongs! People need to move ahead, and put all of the past behind them! And seek God's forgiveness, so his grace can find 'em! Too many carry a load of sorrow and grief that they can't afford! They need to bring everything to Jesus, and make him their LORD! How can we experience healing, if the suffering is still there? How will we ever be able to love others, and truly care? May we all seek the kind of healing, that only Christ can bring! May we allow him to remove all pain and suffering! Jesus… We need your healing now! More than ever before! It is your love that we must learn to treasure and adore! Please come now and refresh us with your awesome love! The sweetness of your Holy Spirit, is a gift from above! Thank you God! The pain is gone and the healing has come! All praise, glory and honor to Jesus! God's anointed son! By Jim Pemberton 10/19/13
Set me free Lord set me free, Take this evil I lay with away. Take this torture turn it astray. Walk with me just let me be. Look inside my heart to see, Erase my mind as I do pray. Renew my spirit all in a day. Sign me up for a high decree. Leave all this as dust in the wind, Scatter past present and future, I will not falter nor will I bend, Send it all away with no suture. Set me free Lord, take this madness and put it in its place. I must warn you it wears a mask to cover up its ugly face. (R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich
One deep breath, to live like you are dying
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.
At five, I stole your teddy bear Chopping the head off and cutting all its hair. As teens, I posted a picture Which made you become rather unpopular. When grown, I crashed your brand new car An accident which I made you pay all for. Now old, I wish I could've been There for you all those times like you were for me.
We will cherish these moments Because they are few, But please always remember I will always love you.
To be but also being too To being two or to be one, too.
Tranquil hideaway_ halcyon water A peaceful place for adopted daughter His special child, who loves the glistening On leaves, blooms; thanks accepter Mountain trail; Spirit accompanying Pastoral scene my Father listening His loving hands are so very gentle Words so loving come, none are abashing Being at this place not accidental Total faith in Him; no abandoning Thanks for harmonious soothing corner Gentle hands, voice, His Spirit abiding Interlocking Ruaiyat Thanks for the challenge: Contest: Use Rubaiyat Form Sponsor: John Freeman
Mama cried when Papa died, he was killed by a drunk on the interstate; but Mama stopped shedding tears, for she had a daughter yet to raise. Mama cried when Becky died, she was killed by an abusive husband; but Mama stopped shedding tears, for she had a grandson yet to raise. Mama cried when Bobby died, he was killed by an IED in Afghanistan; but Mama stopped shedding tears, for she had her own life yet to live. No one on earth cried when Mama died, she was killed by a deranged drug addicted junkie for the seventeen dollars and change she had in her purse; but the angels cried in paradise when Mama died.
This is dedicated to the uneducated who, segregate from the greats the hate gave integration to, though the paved the way for you, you just simulate the flu, infected with cold hearts like inflammation made it through, To... You... So take a second to converse, listen to me, then speak, just make sure you think first, about the thirst, of the dream, had by Dr. King, which would hurt beyond the seams, if he witnessed everything, The Scenes! How we're treating one another, Educated versus thugs, like we are not brothers, What's the point to jump from slavery to having white lovers, if less racism means the blacks hate each other? My Brothers! I have no intent on hating you, I just hope you make it through. So this is Dedicated To You...
God made all people But some better than others? Stop being silly.
Within the darkness There is a glittering light Its radiant shine passes Through anyone's mind It shall create realization And enlightenment That ripples in space Everyone has spark of light But the sparks of all Are brighter than one?
You may find destiny's ecstasy, that you searched for all your days Cut free from your bonds of sorrow,and sadness burnt up in a blaze For when the ashes and fog arise,happiness reveals its ways The familiar face in the mirror, will be happy with your gaze To stay on course in life you must keep the right frame of mind Think not only of yourself but of the others you may find Look at yourself as a stranger that you've met for the very first time Notice the sadness,and sorrow that you keep hidden away inside Hard enough as it is, you've got to just pull yourself upright For some circumstances in daily life, are hard to see in light Sometimes you have to look into a mirror,and focus with all your might To see what you may find hidden within,takes so much more than sight A beautiful collab with Laura Breidenthal & Danny K 11-25-12
A damaged heart thrown through glass... A puzzle of emotions that had to pass... Pieces shatter and land on the floor... A destination that I could not ignore... Left on the ground to repair this mess... With hope and prayers and nothing less... I fit the pieces back where they belong... With blended cracks I move along... The end result and a stonger heartbeat... Wth rounded edges with a soulful treat... Nothing left but an open window and broken glass... And a soul that see's a love that won't pass...
I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so "bored." When they were singing the songs, some didn't seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another "yawn." Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply "get bored with everything?" As the preacher arose to preach his "Sunday sermon best." "Fill between the lines," he said… This was to be the "test." Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a "closing prayer." I noticed many of the people were "happy to get out of there!" I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… "Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?" "Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I've heard about?" "Has the power of God in many churches been 'kicked out?'" I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a "boring Sunday experience." May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton
A hero never dies Even when he looses his battle Courage sustains him
In the exact moment that I am right now I stand in a sea of vulnerability; susceptible to the effects of causes around me and since I am fully aware, I own my surroundings I am one with sounds and vibrations resonating from the earth; I am that pulse of the drum beat thats been thrashing inside me since birth Right now, I am exactly as I am deeply flawed and misjudged used, victimized and persecuted Right now I am you in the absolute Right now, I am exactly as I am balanced, whole and complete attracting abundance and certainty Right now I am peace - still you Right now, I am exactly as I am You
God, I Need Your Forgiveness! God, I need your forgiveness, for things I've done! I need to be washed through the blood of your son! Please take away the heartache and pain! Help me to trust you, when I call on your name! May t take each day to really get to know you! And just take the time to say that I LOVE YOU! May my heart be humbled and broken within! And daily trust Jesus as my savior and friend! I'll always need someone that I can lean on to! I don't know what I'd do, if I didn't have you! By Jim Pemberton
Little do they know this candle is a torch. That this torch a conflagration. Little do they know these rocks are a mountain. That these mountains are earth. Little do they know we still see in the dark. That the darkness births sunlight. Little do they know these trumpets will call. That the call will emancipate. Raise your head from its hunched state knowing that they will one day see A truest composition of you and me.
Who am I that you are mindful of me? For my rancid sins you died that day On that cruel cross, you made a way Down through time could you really see? And somehow think of me at Calvary? Just one breath away, every time I pray Overwhelmed, don't know what to say Lord, can it be that you really love me? Yes it's true.. You've given life to love you The potter has made the clay born again Took what was old and made brand new Made me a son and you called me friend Now I'm the bride of Christ, yeah it's true You wooed me as if I were a perfect ten! Form: Italian Sonnet Contest: Regina's "Intimate Relationship Sonnet" Date: 8-31-14
You've fallen down again; How can you let darkness win? You just scraped your knee, You didn't break your leg. It will all be okay; I will give you strength. Brush it off, my child; Come and take my hand. Let me help you up again; You will be okay. I have always been with you, And I always will be. I am by your side, But this time, Will you allow me to take the lead?
T houghtfully open heart in thankfulness H onoring God for graciousness, unlimited access A nd remeber all things in appreciativeness N ot forgetting air we breath, blue sky we have in excess K nights and princesses; children of the Living God S ing a joyful song praising Him don't put on grand facade G ive of yourself in thanks and rejoice in His love I nvite the Holy Spirit to dwell within your heart dove V ictory can be yours each step of the way my friend I f time in God's presence in praise and worship daily spend N ow is the time in His presence and purpose to remain G ratitude said for all of life's pleasures even life's pain. S tillness and quiet each day spend time thank God for each and everyone This is a combination Acrostic and couplets.. My understanding that Acrostics do not rhyme but mine is actually couplets written in poulter's measure..A person who sold eggs would sometimes give a dozen eggs for a price and sometimes if the hens were laying extra good a person would get 14 eggs of the same price..Lucky them..So 12/14 in rhyming couplets.. Sponsor: Kim Merryman Contest: Count Your Blessings Date Written: Monday, November 19, 2012 Finis
And the westerly wind, Will blow a sea of waving grass And the sea's fine mist Will breathe drops like dew And the sinking suns Will cloak the sky's horizon And the moons of Autumn Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest And the violet tinged edge of night Will cry for the white bursting of the stars And the carved thrust of the mountain range Will challenge the forever yielding blue And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams Rise
Within mundane days Countless options haunted once Until best opted Nothing rise nor fall Only learning lessons gained Real experience Time and space don't bind Anything comes in mind's eye Heights and slopes achieved Sparks of lights mingled Consciousness adopts matter Reality without Broader perception Discerned beyond paradox Life is a pattern.
Where have all the cabooses gone, Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish, Moveable tree house clickety-clacking Cozily rolling across America Snappy visored cap, brass buttons Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out One hand on the stanchion Waving an all clear lantern, nights shining arc Then crack, all along the line each Snapping to attention each car in its turn With a rattle rattle, huff and puff Away it roars into childhood. A memory of something important, Those years gone like borrowed money And now the dollars have all been spent But the secret stays in the heart An ancient fondness now focused A connection across the years Tears and a smile for that railroad boy
All around me Great cities made of sand. Green sky scrapers poke through the ground To thrive in life's strict conditions And melt away with the tide… Great houses made of cards Form lines, and tightrope walk existence, Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall And buckle our world to its knees As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines. So while were here We dance with the Glass Goddess Poised miles above reality, Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts- We floor it in the sky Living death in the fast lane, Seizing the day Because any moment We could disappear Into Jacob Reinhardt 10/15/2013
Earths people, it is time to wake up, the 'Prince' is alive! Ascension available, access through your heart Seek and you shall find! Time is short, personally unite, connect as one Eternity given Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with 'our lord Jesus' and 'our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit ***Happy Easter Everyone***
It's hard when I see so much pain, Filled with life's many hardships, All these troubled souls praying, For miracles through their worships, Even at home they are lost, And muddle through their days, 'Release us from our lots', They cry out from their maze, Yet I find it even harder still, When I must stand here and watch, With neither the way or the will, To give what little I've got, So Lord I pray you fill my cup, Give me the success and station, Where hope can spring from love, To answer all this frustration, Let me afford more than simple words, Grant me the means to answer prayer, Lay before me a path true and sure, To receive great fruit I can share, My life has taught me so very much, As my prayers so often are granted, I know what it means to be touched, By the charity of the enchanted, It brings a life of such great hope, To you and all of those you love, It helps you to widen your scope, And great faith when times get tough, So today Lord I finally pray, For something I never have before, I pray for riches so very great, That I would never need to ask for more, Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez, Great wisdom and eternal good health, The power to shape the will of others, And all the prayers I leave on the shelf, And I pray that I remain steadfast, In service to you through my fellow man, And you answer this prayer however crass, Before this poem is written by this hand.
The sky seems to be on fire, Almost supernatural, Burning magnesium bright. Almost as if Armageddon is coming; As if it's already here. It transfers its brillance to the mountains Turning the rock into pillars of flame, Makinf them seem even more immovable, Even more untouchable, Grander, and more breathtakingly terrifying Than ocean waves at night. And if the scholars are right And my time here is limited, Almost to the point of being negligible In the view of the mountains, the sea, and the sky; If this could be that fabled 'any moment' Then I am sure that I'll be fine. This one perfect sunrise; That one immaculate night on the beach; Those Holy days, that come every summer; There is nothing more or less Than any one of these. And as the sky starts to lose its color, As the day starts fading gently into night, I'll hold on to this one perfect moment; This one second of blazing clarity, When the world itself seemed more alive.
The ambition that was given for mission Methodically apply message from sky A hard worker know they need no permission They remain practical as time flies by Arising at times their is pessimism So cautiously they vie for self discipline While still relying on expressionism Patience from them is like the drug insulin
As I think about where my life has been... It's hard to believe that I'm still here again! I think about the many things I've been through. And ask myself the question; "what am I going to do?" With the trials of life, have come trials. A life filled with uncertainty and many "traveled miles." It's like riding the waves of life's stormy sea. Never knowing where the next wave will take me! Everything I know... And all that I've done… I lay down my life at the feet of Jesus... God's precious son! I ask you Jesus for mercy! I come to you now! I come before your majesty and humbly bow! You've brought love and wholeness within! You've given me a "new life!" And took away my sin! I love and thank you Lord, for your hand extended! The beauty of your holiness is to be commended! You brought to me hope, in a hopeless situation! And have given to me the wonderful gift of salvation! By Jim Pemberton
The body: sacred We're all made in God's image Hence... circumcision?
Crowning the morning Lifting the waking spirits Traversing heaven
Hear the clock ticking? Just clicking away The seconds and minutes, the hours; the time Is always moving, the hours make days, And will 'til the sun decides not to shine. See the Earth moving? Always spinning round, Marking the turning of seasons and years. And yet all this movement makes not a sound; The ageing Earth cries an ocean of tears. Feel your heart beating? Loyally pumping Rich crimson lifeblood throughout all your veins. But later in life you will find time triumphing, Your loyal heart ceasing despite what you've gained. Time will corrupt and will bring forth decay; Invest in a future that will not pass away.
Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day by Amy Swanson Kissed so softly by the sun warmth on my face wind in my hair enjoying this place of quiet contentment at peace with life letting my problems go .... ... flow... out into this sunfilled sunshine sunglow sunkissed afternoon without a care. Breeze blows gently I close my eyes ... soul drifts along entwined with nature precious moment peaceful solitude ~d r i f t i n g~ dreamlike... kiss of sun hot on my eyelids - my heart open I welcome the day.
You've got to love your life. I'm drifting through my life As I climb those rocky trails The only place I want to be is now The Spring comes, me just sitting here As the grass grows by itself I never did want too much, anyhow. Can't worry about your burdens One has to travel on The past can't do no damage, it be gone And the future, well there's no one knows No matter what they do You cannot stop those hands from moving on. You've got to love your life That's the only way to go There ain't no going back to what's been done Cause life was made for loving The song you sing is yours You're a one off soul, you be the only one. You have to live your story No matter where it goes No matter what the hard knocks you might gain The road might lead to nowhere Yet dance it anyhow When life stand still, then it be lived in vain.
Destiny never announces to us our place of arrival The streets, countries or cities Sometimes our journey is by circumstance Other times it is divine At thirty eight years old I was still looking for Mr direction I was still in the smoky mushy atmosphere of confusion Until I stepped out by the invitation of Mr self confidence Ahhhhh I need to tell you the story Things I discovered You are alone in this world and so many people we call friends are just acquaintances Some don't even qualify as acquaintances Talk about money please don't go there It's a situation for excuses But you learn and you grow up You learn to choose friends wisely You grow up to soak up the motions You also grow up to follow your heart in all issues I sometimes regret relationship mistakes But it gave me relationship wisdom Needy, emotionally disturbed women are dangerous They are time wasters and destiny killers Being single is as challenging as being married And none is bad If you are still single enjoy every bit of it And if you are married carry your cross and don't complain Life is a journey I stepped out yeah I did And am loving it Loving it on the way to my beautiful destination A destination created by wisdom and plenty knowledge From all of life mistakes All the time Jesus was always cheering me on Go you can make it Get off the floor is not your place Get up move Do what you love to do You can make it Oh Jesus I love you so Jesus never criticised me When everyone trampled on me Jesus always comforted The greatest friend in the world, also my comforter Same friend is the one that always leads me to all truth Hmmm my beautiful destination Am almost there When you fall down make sure you pick something I contemplated suicide once now I just laugh Because its foolishness There is nothing new everything you are going through has happened before Every challenge has a solution Yes, I have been in that lonely hopeless place Where I thought life has ended But guess what; it just started The wisdom and lessons you learn Illumines the darkness in your life And suddenly you now have direction And you know exactly what to do with your life It's called discovering your purpose When you arrive here people don't push you around anymore Or give you stupid pieces of advice Please put on a smile and some dancing shoes and turn on that switch Put some light in your life For fun people are living people And living people are attracted to living people Enjoy your life The screws are still intact Shalom.
I read a poem about fear and emptiness this morning, and it made me write this poem. I hope it is of some help to someone, I speak about neurotic fears, not real ones.....Peter Fear, and emptiness Have you looked into your emptiness? Have you looked into your fear? Have felt those crazy demons As you feel them coming near? Do you feel the wind of panic? As they just keep pouring in And the mind goes round in circles Creating such a din. Do you turn away and run? Turn your back on them? As the paranoid takes over And you feel its awful pain Well they are nothing really Merely thoughts, and this be all They have no real existence They're like shadows on the wall. Next time these fears come calling And they crash into your mind Look at them right in the eye Don't fight them, just be kind Then turn all your attention To your body, or your breath This will make your mind go calm Your fear it will have left And if the fear comes back again Each time just do the same Eventually it will stay away You will have won the game Then peace will come to stay with you And such sweet harmony Will make your life a heaven All loose and fancy free. 21 April 2014 @ 1503hrs.
If I (Tryodine) form of poetry by Yancy Dalton If I were a fly I could fly If I were a bee I could be If I were a person I would be me Diana Dalton 10 Aug 2012
They praise me like a saint, But I am a sinner; They don't know the man they see. I am an addict. Broken eyes to pornography, Only Jesus can set me free. Only by His death on the cross And the grace of His Father's love Am I able to be set free. With God as The Light, The One and Only Light, The Only Hope in sight, Will I be set free. I am free.
Jesus' death paid it all! What have you given in return? His death on the cross… Was from his love and concern! His life for yours… On Calvary… Has been paid. His offer of eternal life, has been made! Through God's word, he's been talking! And stands at your hearts door… patiently knocking! Won't you invite him in? As your guest? Then, your life will be totally blessed! He can bring health and healing to your bones! He can bring his love to your family and home! "Come unto me." Is the the master's call. Won't you come to him now? One and all? He's here right now! In this very place… And extends to you his mercy and grace. Won't you accept him today? He loves you more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton
Like a ticking time bomb, I stayed in my shell. Waiting to get out of this Hell-- That was my life. Feeling alone in every corner, I stayed isolated waiting for a shoulder. Hoping someone would reach out to me, Thinking everyone else had the key. Till I realized that I was the door, And the key was in me. That's when I looked up for the first time, And realized that the only fault was mine. For I created my own misery, And blamed others for what I did to me. I picked my head up and walked tall, And that's when I saw them all... Everyone was like me. Or should I say how I used to be. Heads down with hand in my pockets, Waiting for someone to open them up like lockets. Thinking they too were alone in their Hell, And that's why I have this story to tell... Life can be a lonely place, Until you look up-- And see the world for what it is, An empty cup. Waiting for you to fill it with everyone else, Not to stand alone in it like it's a prison cell. For what's in that cup can beautiful and pleasant, And instead of being your Hell, It can be your Heaven.
It Almost Seems Like Yesterday… It almost seems like yesterday, I was very young. I was playing with my friends and having so much fun! It almost seems like yesterday, we were a loving family! I was excited about life and so very content and happy! It almost seems like yesterday, we were at church on Sunday! How much I dreaded gong to school the next Monday! It almost seems like yesterday, I'd go to work with grandpa! I'd look forward to having some time with grandma! It almost seems like yesterday, I'd read my Bible too! I loved Jesus! And this was what I waned to do! It almost seems like yesterday, an excitement was there! A passion for my family and God, I wanted to share! It almost seems like yesterday, that I met my sweet wife. And the blessing she's been for a good part of my life! It almost seems like yesterday, when our kids were born. God helped us through the many trials and storms! What happened yesterday brings memories loud and clear. The things I hold on to today shall one day disappear! What happens today… May it bring me to the God I once knew! May I seek his will and direction In everything I do! What happens tomorrow… I don't know what the future brings! I'm going to put my faith in God. He'll take care of everything! What will happen today, is that I'll take some time in prayer! I know that God is faithful! And will meet me there! Yesterday is the past!. Today is a present God has given! And I will follow him, each day I'm livin'! By Jim Pemberton
From some other time, from some other race I've stopped for a visit, from some other place A sovereign soul, I retain still a trace Of all other places I've been to in space I'll stay 'til I'm tired and learn what I must Then move on with joy to my home in grace My clothes are my body, it will fall of in dust It's only borrowed, yet a great sacred trust Genetics of my parents, my soul, my own And I owe them greatly for their selfless loan It serves for the moment, and offers a ride To view my creation, I produced from inside I've passed through the curtain to appear once again On the stage of the theatre with all of my friends I'll learn from them and they'll learn from me Interchanging our roles, growing eternally I retain all the best features that I ever had With the help of my friends, to these I will add I'll wash out my vices, my lusts and my sin And learn from the voice of my master within He hears all my wishes, provides all my needs He gives me the answers and governs my deeds He is my silent teacher, the voice of the soul Pushing me relentlessly toward my goal I've been here many times, each time playing the role That I most needed then, for the growth of my soul In the fourth generation I'll appear once again With a plan for perfection and a lifetime to spend Seeking final completion of an eons long quest To reach the last level in the alchemical test Until finally perfect, no need to return No problems to solve, no lessons to learn Then I can rest, my journey complete Perfected and purified in my creators seat Then through other dimensions in steps not yet trod I will finally arrive to reunion with God I chose this experience and I wrote the play I chose the actors I perform with today It has been what I've made it, none other to blame I'm a noble and a traveler, in life's wonderful game.
Lord… I'm Thankful For My Dad! Lord, during this special day, I'm so glad… For giving to me such a special dad! He's been very thoughtful and kind! Fathers like him are very hard to find! I remember growing up with my brothers… He was special to us, like "no other!" As a young boy, he taught me God's ways. And I've kept it throughout my days! I've often sought his advice and counsel… Especially when life was looking "awful!" He was there to give support the best he could. Trying to help the best way he understood. I suppose now that I'm growing old… I'm remembering more things that my dad told! "My father is one in a million." Is what I believe.! Many blessing from him I have received! May the blessings of God daily surround him! I'm so thankful that my mother found him! Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this! May his days ahead be happy and blessed! By Jim Pemberton
The deepest ocean Becomes shallow at the edge How deep will you go? Co-inspired by Raul's contest and by our minister's talk today on Integral Spirals of Consciousness, going higher and deeper in stages and states.
Our names are like a beautiful melody that is written on the edges our souls that echoes through the ages. Our names are the stepping stones that lay behind us reminding us which way home is. Our names are not who we are but they are the beginning of who we are to become.
As I watched the glass blower Skillfully work his ware First there was nothing Then just a little something Appeared.. in thin air At first there was no beauty Just a little blob What skill this person possessed Because appeared a clear glob Then as he worked it A form, a shape began to appear I began to see beauty Where non was..last year As time passed, changes He did make, the globe Now amber began to take its shape Years have passed, see That amber bowl Yes, that item of beauty For the eyes to behold
I am a Muslim, I'm not a "terrorist". How can I be a terrorist when I'm against all kinds of injustice. I'm against every act of sin and evil. I hate all kinds of crime and even loathe what Adolf did to the innocent Jewish people. I hate what God hates; He (Allah) hates oppression. I'm against stealing, against taking away people's loved ones and belongings for no reason. I'm against suicide bombings, against racism, against ignorance, against self-harm and even derision. What God hates I hate and God (Allah) hates oppression. I hate it too when people fight for foolish nationalistic reasons. I'm a Muslim; I follow the true religion of mercy from Allah the Most Merciful Who simply wants us to answer His Call to believe in Just One -Just One God of all. So don't call me a "terrorist" when I clearly don't have a 'mass destruction' weapon and my goal in life is to be with our God (Allah) in Heaven.
Dangling from the tree I can see, Broken wind chimes that still sing. They just hang on by a split string. Sending a harmony of tunes to thee. Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me. I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring. From the tree they will sway when they can swing. Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee. Caught in the wind is it's vibrations. Carrying signals of great magnitude. Funneling clouds into new creations. Bringing air into a brand new mood. Broken wind chimes can still sing a song, But their messages are scattered all along. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Saw the prints so there I track Standing here on the edge of the crack An alarming abyss and no turning back Peeking around in deep dark places There to find small little traces Of successes in life and all the disgraces There laid before me in my hand Not even a mere speck of sand Among the scheme of things so grand Soaring so high up and away Clearer there the light of day Watching in wonder the superlative display Climbing up on wings to take a ride Naked and leaving behind all aside With no reason at all or desire to hide No words invented could ever convey The visions there that come my way As I sit and ponder my thoughts today Some are good and some are bad Then of those that make me sad And of course so very happy and glad If wanting to sing while walking along Don't track in the dark places for much too long And never try to create your own words to the song Bad things can happen along the while But upon my face I want to wear a smile As I travel along that last crooked mile
I have it all What need I, I have it all There's nothing that I need This garden offers everything Oh, yes, it does indeed Those branches dancing on the breeze Green parrots gentle call Soft music on the stereo Oh yes, I have it all. No treasures in this whole wide world Could give me any more One moment spent among the flowers This be what I adore Hibiscus with its purple flowers Those softly cooing doves Soft green leaves in the morning sun Oh, all of this I love. Those dark grey clouds that fill the sky Give off a hint of rain As I wait to feel the velvet drops I'm like a man insane Drinking in the sweet damp air And this beauty all around I open up my heart and soul To the harmony here found.
I often ponder as I lay awake and let my mind wonder, what beauty realy is. If it is truly only in the eye of the beholder? am I then blind when I hold her? Embrace her and see infinate possibilities like trillion probabilities of us creating Our own galaxies with the simple serinty of jst the sound of her voice. If beauty does exists then surely it must be more than visual, like a complex Machanical sphere that governs all that is tangible. What manner of beauty then Lies in the air above us or ground below us or is it limited only to our comprehension? If so then beauty must be all that I can see, for that is where my understanding reigns. Oh but if it truly so then beauty is in no order and far too complex to define. Because What is beauty to me is imperfection to u. With that reasoning we find that beauty is unique to each man according to his own predetermined Desires and createria of what he considers beauty so long before he saw u, he knew u were beautiful Because u were exatctly what he considered beauty to be anything less is mare imperfection. How Shallow we think and allow our eyes to percieve the world. I wonder is that why we are perhaps so quick to justify failure than to correct our errors? But this I knw without a shed of a doubt...for if the is beauty in light then surely darkness must glow in its own light too. Even moreso the surely must be beauty in sorrow as the is in laughter. But what I seek most is the understanding and appreciation in knowing that as the is beauty in life so is the in death and with this I silently conclude that the greatest beauty of all is the celebration of life and not the moaning of what is lost or left behind
There is a lot to be said about the spoken word, But sometimes it takes silence to be heard…
Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming! Just when it seems like I've faced my darkest night… And things in life, aren't turning out right… This is about the time, when things are falling apart! And I began to feel a lot of stress in my heart! I run to Jesus! I know that he wants to help me! He's always here! And promises to never leave me! He sees me, and speaks words of comfort, to follow! He reminds me, that he'll take care of today and tomorrow! He lets me know that he won't let go of my hand! Everything I'm going through… He understands! He turns back all of the problems that are overwhelming! And I see what things my life, are becoming! I have fellowship with Jesus! Like I never had before! He's given to me peace and hope! And much more! I'm glad I have such a wonderful friend like this! His love and joy… I don't want to miss! Thank you Jesus! For turning my life around! And for plating my life on a solid ground! You're all I want! And all that I've needed! With you as my Lord! My life has been completed! By Jim Pemberton
Dust never settles on my back Nor does rain on my nose As the demands of the day persevere The quietness of the night strengthens my soul Pain is a stimulus of sorts A constant reminder of my work still to be done Time has indeed served as a mirror of my mistakes Yet I persevere until the battle is won Visions of Heaven delight my heart The heat from Hell has changed my ways Neither mediocrity nor hate shall enter my house For the pursuit of wisdom marks the rest of my days As angels do not sing me praise Nor shall I hang crucified for my wrong My life shall stand as my judge My life and faith shall be my song
As mist that rides the waves My love clings to just You Only your love I crave You the only who saves Constant your love as dew As mist that rides the waves Telling your love in phrase Day by day to a few Only your love I crave For each day on his stave My musical notes drew As the mist rides the waves My right to hell did waive The sentence he totally threw Only your love I crave For you did call me from grave Transformation I flew As the mist rides the waves Only your love I crave
Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 ) Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board ! Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord ! Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard ! Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword ! (He's Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!) So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can't Afford The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored It's All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar ( Rev. 13: 11-15 ) Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) (Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born) GOD … Please Grant Us: The Courage Of Jesus The Strength Of Jesus The Loyalty Of Jesus The Love Of Jesus The King Of Kings ( Rev. 19: 16 ) The Prince Of Peace ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 ) & The Amen … ( 1 Cor. 1: 20 & Rev. 3: 14 ) That's Why … In The Name Of Jesus ( Philippians 2: 9-11 ) Amen His MoonBee
We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!
The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom! The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom. This is a helpful key to enter his kingdom! This encourages a reverence for his holy name! Having God's wisdom, can spare us, so much shame! God loves and cares for us! And listens when we pray! Through his son Jesus, his love has been displayed! He's given to us his word, as a way to remind us… We may get lost… But God's love will find us! Having a Godly fear, will nourish the soul! Having his wisdom will help make us whole! Won't you seek the Lord? While he may be found? He can pick you up, when you feel you're losing ground! Come one and all! All of heaven does proclaim… Anything you need… You can find in Jesus' name! Please, dear lord, bring your presence and love! And guide us with your wisdom and spirit from above! By Jim Pemberton
18th & 19th February 2012 Weary, drained spent, shattered, Deep inside, many of us are spattered & battered. Oddled once joyous hearts now beat all tattered, Happiness to the heart is what always mattered. Delayed, late, belated, in life arrives somber, Dark, dull, drab, dingy, macomber, Dismal, solemn, melancholy, lugubrious, These recur within and indigenous. I decree to me and myself To Unleash from within Unleash from within me the power of choice, To take a chance on change and rejoice. Unleash from within the power to give, and forget and forgive. Unleash from within the power of trust, Work on the "t" or the relationship will rust. Unleash from within the power to listen, But not lose your voice or happy face that glistens. Unleash from within the belief, That something wonderful will happen today and will be a big relief. Unleash the power not to criticize yourself, And see for yourself what happens when you appreciate yourself. Unleash from within the power to Love Learn Laugh . Unleash from within, Unleash from within…………… The beginning is the hardest but is life's secret cotter pin………..
Everything Must Count... Everything I do and say must count, Even if; it is only a small amount. Everything must have a positive effect, For the image of God I must reflect. The lives that I help to rearrange, All must be definitely, positively changed. The advice that I give, must enlighten; The future and lives of people; brighten. Because I know the solution to every problem, Jesus, He alone can solve them. End By: Dion Penville
I love this drug it makes me sooooo.....mmm superwomaly flying to the fifth or sixth dimension of an extension of me Not being self absorbed or super conceited just longing to be treated as the one longing to the one of a ton of many ones that want to be cool...smooth...easy like a commodore morning. Glorifying the timing of a lingering love for me... Jill Scott found the magic number so I wonder why can't I be that fly to find that equation that will solve the problem of unlimited elation to the nth degree you see I've managed to stay cool...no fool around here to disrupt or put an abrupt end to the trend of being a friend to a Crew of Spirits beyond limits and understanding...thanking Him for the pace of grace that I feel to deal with others who want to change the solution to my equation of being one with my Saviour.
America the beautiful, home of the brave, One Nation under God, marked upon their graves, Our founding fathers built this land, "In God We Trust," they made their stand. A nation built with strong convictions, Free from British Rule, "I Pledge Allegiance To The Flag," Was said in all our schools. There was a time when we would pray, After each and every meal, Cite the Ten Commandments, Let The Master do His Will! "HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER, THAT THY DAYS BE LONG AND STRONG, LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS YE LOVE THYSELF," Is sung within our songs. A New Light shines upon us, A Fire from down below, Satan is spreading his political views, Erasing all that we've come to know. The prayers that once were said in schools, Became "A Moment of Silence," The paddling we received from the Principal's rule, Has been replaced by murder and violence. "SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD," Is Exactly what we have done, Children running amuck and wild, Shooting parents with their guns. The Special Day we celebrate, each and every year, The day in which our Savior was born, filled with joy and cheer, Has become a day of infamy, a name we must not say, Merry Christmas has been replaced, by Happy Holidays…
I picked up a penny face-down, But I don't believe in luck. Everything happens for a reason; God's mercy frees the stuck. Redeem me, Heavenly Father; Please, I know the wrong I've done. Thank You for dying for me; My sins You have overcome!
this is not for the talkin' but more for the walkin' soup to be eatin' muck and mud that's still seepin' creepin' tryin' to reach the love of the deep and speakin' a language that's born out of anguish power in poetry when you hear it you know it's me live for my father GOD and die for the the hate in me
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Jan2012 By Sashi. Prabhu (ZEAUOXIAN) I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I have cheated my fears alright, I have broken up with my doubts uptight. I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I got engaged to my faith last night, I married my dreams at the sight of first light. I am not afraid to get up today, I am not afraid to wake up to another day today, I am not afraid to open my eyes and see today, I am not afraid to climb out of bed today. I am ready to walk into the gardens in the heavy rains, I am ready to open my nose and smell of mud from wet terrain I am ready to face the world all alone, I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone. I am ready to say anything to anyone, I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun. I am ready to yell from mountain tops, I am ready to dive from ravine drops. I am ready to walk for a cause, I am ready to run to protect environmental laws. I am ready to touch taboo objects & subjects I am ready to work on regressions of y on x I am ready to understand tangled issues, I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues. I am ready to taste tropical fruits, I am ready to chop, boil and eat bamboo shoots I am ready to jump out from a moving truck, I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck. I am ready to be creative again, I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain. I am ready to sing and hear my own songs, I am ready to correct my own wrongs. I am ready to throw a stone afar, I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar. I am ready to write notes about me, I am ready to put them up for all to see. I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley, I am ready to bring out tunes and them create verbally I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more.
In our lives filled with lofty goals, We may reach for much beyond our means, And as interest is piqued and grows, We sell wisps of notions as our pipe dreams, Yet while news breaches concerned factions, Of those who would off-hand discount our plan, You may well consider these actions, To be the final throes of a desperate man, Watch me rush headlong at windmills, Listen to my brave and salient battle cries, For with nothing I easily afford the shills, This puffery of pipe dreams which may sink or rise, Take account of what may be lost, Incredible credible reputations, So to me the onus is tossed, And I afford pipe dream facilitations, But as prospect becomes tangible, And peppered pipe dreams begin to spin, Overt liability then manageable, The need for my Quixotic services thin, The writing's on the wall distinct and clear, Yet I long for the impossible it seems, Where I keep the company of the grand seer, And remain the nexus of fantastic pipe dreams. - Before I get too much bad press here I want you to know the term 'Puffery' means to build something up with flowery language.
I am the woman. I am the only woman. I am the one woman. My name is Women. I nurse nations at my breast. Ripened bosoms set loins afire. Life spews forth from my parted thighs. Astride they clamp and drain desire. Lips, that part as seas once did, Guiding the yearning with silent voice. Plump and moist, they quench the arid Voices singing their grateful rejoice. My blood flows red, and rich, and warm. Tears stream rivulets borne of joy and sorrow. A rib once lost, hath given no reason to mourn I am perfected, I will lead all tomorrow. Woman, is my name. Woman, I am the one. Woman, I am the only one. Woman, the I am.
knowledge afloat remains powerless waiting to be plugged in bugged out anticipating the radio alarm clock WAKE UP! use colors shapes push buttons twist knobs pull into parking space sunburn in the spot gathering rays to erase the poison KILL polluted cells a trade secret to tastily treat one's self take the high road the shady street the path less traveled which one matters little especially when in comparison terms with the reward, the apple, the brain food, the all- you- can-eat buffet... Knowledge, there at the fingertips of y.o.u.
4th December 2011 ,sernabatim,Gois shack, By Sashi .Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN) Calm waters come engulf my scorching mind, Pour yourself in through my eyes, burning embers find. Fumes of devilish sorrows, be engulfed so fast, Peace to look forward to, wash away memories of the past. Tranquility drench your serenity into me, Happiness corrode my skin and char it with peace to be. Entwine your auric wings of joys around my heart, Ooze from it pink flames, so darkness depart. Edify myself with joys of life darkness gone , light piercing through like a sharp prudish knife. Welcome to my body all joys and peace, Let it override the ebbing currents dwindle and decrease. a new year dawns a new begining, i will take it on my chin...... placement: third, contest:show me any form/any theme max 15 lines, sponsor: Brian Strand.
Stand up and shake; Feel the rhythm in your heart. Ignite those pants; We get up and dance. God on our mind, Eternity in our souls; Feel the chills of those bones. It's the hope. Open those closed doors: Into Heaven we go, Welcomed and forgiven. Here is the love; Let's dance!
Oh no! Train again! Perched upon parallels of steel, You roll your way on heavy wheels. Thundering through town With a rhythmic rattle and clickity-clack. Your deep throat rumbles diesel black. Cars convey a cargo of corn syrup, Commuters and coal. You are an ant trail of steel Packing prizes from a picnic port. You are the artery of America's life blood. --Four full sets of dominoes Laid in one long row. --A segmented serpent Slithering on shining steel. --A bright-eyed Cyclops screaming in the night, Awakening children with a fright. --A termite traveling through boroughs Beneath the "Big Apple". You are the canvas of gangland graffiti And ferry for freight hoppers Who dare to hitch a ride. A network linking limits sea to sea. Now, rattle past, and make it fast. I've places I should be.
When we silence the noise, of our electric clock wake-up, turn on lights, and our coffee pot Should we feel shame, for what we have done or in blissful ignorance, greet the morning sun millions of people perform this ritual everyday Without thought of consequence, just time saved Some men, wives and children seek only to survive others use time to plunder and destroy all alive The path of life's maze fixed by our choices in life nescient of truth, all choice will lead us to strife Kept weak, hopeless, fearful, no query is raised Is it apathy or a delusion, men take to their grave dregs of the waste, have defiled air, sea and sand befouled Gods heaven, killing both plant and man A priority, we created, pillaged humanity on earth Pantology repressed, only to seed arrogance not mirth The people's voices muted, because of some men's greed but, questions persist, and now we all must take heed I am only a farmer, tasked with planting some seed as a caretaker of land, my life is to cultivate and weed An estimate, of 60 years needed to decontaminate the land What men built, planting their nuclear seed in the sand Take time to think, talk and inquire of all that is planned Please put, a pen to paper, instead of heads in the sand The future life of plants, animals and the humanity of men Rests in The Peoples Voices and Words from their pen
June 24th 2010 Twin Key Hey, help me out here would you please? Can you show me where all my whys go? While you are at it search my I told you so. More so, that alter ego I want you to seize. Listen here and listen up, it has twin keys. I tell you something else, do not tell it no. It gets bigger and bigger a dynasty I know. Blow a kiss for me send it my best breeze. Roll out my red carpet, Spit-shine your shoes, Sit it down just park it! Say I depart my blues! Look out here there is two just like me, God blessed you! I have my Twin Key. ®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Roaming around lonesome with no friend to speak My days have reached there peak I can and only think To express this missing lost trink With destanys that have not been seen From the likes of any beings I cease to exist now with altered perception indefinitely striving measuring up a certain perfection My etheric body which does not have a physical form Is on a path that cannot be walked upon This cannot be seen, heard or felt But can only be reached by knowing ones self
The Nameless Slipping through the sieve of history, the nameless rest. Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built. Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled. The nameless rest. Their silent sacrifice, quiet ordeal, muted trauma, remain interred, amongst their remains. The nameless rest. Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited. Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed. The nameless rest. They rest within us, they walk with us, in every step that we tread. They rest within us, they walk with us, for their spirit is not dead. "Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal" - inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten. My sister's middle name 'Nobandla' which is an isiXhosa name and means "she who is of the people" was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father's 'best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent's wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.
You are in my heart wherever I go; You I will never let go. You are with me always; You I am always. This is love. Build by God above, This is love.
Lord I thank You for seeing me thru The heartache and pain, healing my soul and making me whole All the while continually Filling me with so much joy It is hard to contain All I can do is smile As I lift Your name on high I just want to say Thank You Lord For blessing me.
What Shakespeare didn't write he left to me In this, a brand new world and century The English language lives and breathes, alive A poet's job is helping it survive The Muses use us, soul and body, mind To write of things that can not be defined The subject matter always stays the same It's love and hate, it's greed and fear and fame New words evolve to name the things we see But subject matter stays through history Our hands the only instruments of worth To help the Muses speak and then give birth Their words are bridges crossing deep divides That bring to man the peace that truth provides
Are You Ready to Meet Jesus? One day soon, there'll be A meeting In the air! God's people will gather, from everywhere! Jesus will return,, for you and me! He wants to take us all! For eternity! People will be there! Both young and old! Being with Jesus forever! On streets paved with gold! When he comes, no one knows! When he does, may we be ready to go! Live you life, as if He came right now! One day, before him, Every knee shall bow! May we live a Godly life, in everything! As we look forward to, the return of the king! By Jim Pemberton
choice color, artist! the rainbow chose me...
I tried to write about love but I haven't felt it. I tried to write about the sea but I've never seen it. Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. I tried to write about magic but I never believed it. I couldn't write about god, all I have ever done is sinned. And when I tried to write about life I found, I have never really lived.
by : Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian) The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way, Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away. But today is another day, New stuff to think, do and say. Today I will brave the world all alone, And enjoy my freedom full blown. I will live life with zest, Try neverto do things second best. I will live to be sensitive, Towards others be more receptive. I will live to be forgiving, Be more tolerant and caring. I will speak to all who walk my path, Make peace with all and unnecessarily not unleash quaint wrath. I will correct all my wrongs, And tell this to all by making them my songs. I will proudly write notes about the new me, And publish and upload them for all to see. I will work to be creative, And learn to open my mind's eye and not be obstructive. I will always proudly wear my own neoteric attitude, To succeed, master the skill of gratitude. The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way, Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away. And today is the right day, To commence these fresh new things that I write and say theme: a fresh new start date:9th march 2012,
My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir! I am down back to zero going again you see. I carry a silver stick just for you not for me. Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir. Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr. My summer is magic my winter cues as be. I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee. But in between this world is a cross to incur. And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross, Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be at a great loss! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2009 .
Many Have Gone On Before Me… As I grow old, many I know have gone on before me. Some I didn't know. And some knew me. In our lives, there's one thing that's very certain. We don't know when we'll meet life's "final curtain." No matter how we try to look, or seek a "younger appeal." One day, old age comes, and the end of life seems real! Our lives down here, could end tomorrow! No matter how many years we may try to "borrow." God knows when the end of our lives will be! The question is: Where will you spend your eternity? You may seek all of this world's wealth and fame. But when death comes calling… It knows your name! You can go through life, and keep "pretending." But God knows when your life will be ending! He's prepared for you, a place in his eternal city. There'll be no more sorrow, pain or pity! All of the angels in heaven await your choice! Each person coming to heaven,,, They all rejoice! Jesus loves you! This is great news! His gift of salvation... Please don't refuse! Think about those who've gone on before you! And the wonderful God that always knew you! Every breath you breathe… Each step that's taken… Jesus is your only hope and secure foundation! By Jim Pemberton
There is no disease As deadly as a man's hate... No cure like his love. Timothy I. Brumley
This is confusion at its best One's will has been put to the test This concerns the crossing of line Events all do play out just fine Consider this before you whisk The reward is more than the risk No matter how we scream and shout Lacking faith always carries doubt Feelings of love never taken From those who have felt forsaken The condition of heart and mind They really put us in a bind Yes, true life is all about change Though we try not to rearrange Sometimes we try do what is right Knowing it is well beyond sight Whenever you feel the wind blow Try to understand this and know No matter how we scream and shout Lacking faith always carries doubt Feelings of love never taken From those who have felt forsaken Baby eagle steps off the cliff Spread your wings sweet baby for lift Soar the heavens way up above Along side his heavenly dove No matter how we scream and shout Lacking faith always carries doubt Feelings of love never taken From those who have felt forsaken Remember the climb of trunk slow For those of you whom in the know Again the spreading of wings Sailing upon wind as though sings No matter how we scream and shout Lacking faith always carries doubt Feelings of love never taken From those who have felt forsaken
Sufferance teaches, The one who savors each bite... Knows an empty plate. Timothy I. Brumley
Flakes falling on our heads. Ebullient animas of angels Rejected at heaven's gate. White. Pure. Light. Soft. Tender. Innocent. ICE-COLD! Silent.
This morning bells toll a trumpet sounds but refuses to blare it just doesn't know how to harm what it takes to infect the living trees earth and sound survive sadness out last the past bond brothers and sisters of sky air mud and water as it loses to a force some days... this morning it wins because the vibration knows god and is ONE and though human imperfections sit in the shadows of it's path perfections will and forever will prevail people so arrogant we choose to destroy but how can we concentrate on methods of malcontent when god sits at our breakfast table? urging as father urges child "get up!" "move on!" "stand on two feet!" "breath child!" he tolls the bell as we lay on deaf ears he loosens ties with anger as the path warns and wears thrusting driving this cosmic ship of no loses only tiny arrogant setbacks and he smiles for he knows what we yet have to find... and all is well.
To Cherish You do not need riches Nor grow inches It must all come from within True love and a few smiles Just working with your heart Somewhere new Everything is not so perfect Me not reaching there yet That's when you came in A few steps turned into walking, Flying now I'm soaring It's time to discover
These nights are solid gold illuminated with the essence of word Chinese faces and African soul So many truths go untold Lies will always charge a toll So does temptation burn in you Are Do you live a lie with no sin Do you know Were your going And remember were you been Because I've seen the sights of southern spirits Stared in the eyes of Egyptian gods Spoke in the voice of buddah And I know why the holy light shines I started excistance in simple form Wondering through prelife purgatory I inevitably cross paths with my soul mate Sandy skin with Indian eyes Humble as a peasant but a princess in disquise Predestined to be one for a moment of infinity We found yourself alone warmed by fire Speaking with know words With one beautiful glance from her, this belly dancer With a sequential soul Time seem to waking the slumbering winds As we made love under a speckled chime sky As I woke to be led away by a man in a velvet robe The seperation left us with ever present question, Why? As we continued this journey to the beginning He spoke of how life is a journey, be bold And as He and I came to the end of a golden road I awoke a baby with a angels soul. I have tasted the love in southern spirits Spoke in the voice of egyption gods Been wrapped in the arms of buddah And I've seen holy light shine
December 18, 2012 Beautiful lies known as little white lies yet one is no more deceptive than each The truth is what makes it afraid of light It's important we practice what we preach Imagination built on lies destroy Imagination built on truth create Conquering evil we try to avoid Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate Perceptions and images make it real Origins of Pagan rituals true We've wandered down this path for a bum deal Now more lies are created all brand new The mask behind a beautiful white lie is the truth with a constant shield, but why?
I write about the things I know Sometimes it's places that I've been Or, maybe places I would go If I'd find time to now and then. But mostly I write what I see. A description lives inside of me That forms a picture, but in words, To reproduce in simple verse. It might rhyme, if I've the time. But, mostly I'm an artist poor, With words for color, nothing more. Poems that must have rhyme and reason, Sometimes, just don't fit the season. Poets must be given freedom To express feelings without borders. We're not soldiers given marching orders. So I write of nature and man, And try to rhyme it when I can. But sometimes trees and birds and clouds Will send me to a place I go, Deep within my mind. And there, with pen and paper, I'll see what I can find. Like ships and trains and oil rigs, I scribe around the clock,,, tic toc…. Like books and babes and butterflies, Just because,,,that's why,,that's what…
When the pen has lost its way When ideas and ink run dry Leave the desk and turn away Take what wings you have and fly Leave facts and figures on the page Free your dreams from fettered sleep And let them take you from the stage To floating fields and dancing sheep. For all we are is never told Nor ever measured by the eye Mostly unseen we just grow old And no one sees us passing by We are the tethered fantasy Most of the time we do not care For most of what the others see Is only what we choose to wear But in the mind's eye's overview We see the parts, the acts we play We know the scripts we follow through Just waiting for the perfect day And maybe, one untroubled night, We'll quietly wish upon a star And in that moment's grip, we might, Have just a glimpse of who we are.
This record player has a switch Then there is the pitch and ditch
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear, Padding claws, death in white Sorrow in recurring nightmare Instinct's test; fight or flight? Camouflage against the fence, A challenge; my subconscious fear Ominous slowly moving silence, "Let me in, there's a bear out here!"
if we could write a scarlet letter in a world where there is no shame and place it on a hester prine just to shame her name could we find another letter to represent the womans scorn and place the letter on her breast ever to be worn what would make the woman suffer the intended consequence could a conscious spur a soul into moral consciousness could a letter change her fate from being evil to becoming good and with the added question did it harm the neiborhood are all women judged by letters as harmfull as she all women judged by letters to recieve a guilty plea and all women judged by letters to wear this ugly blot and never be free from the sin that made the awful spot hester had integrity and hester had a skill neither man of god or judge of men could break our hesters will hester had determination and hester had her pride she was not a rat and yet she never lied throught the years friends turn into enemies and foes become good friends a letter became a decoration and no longer a mark of shame soon the world would learn the truth and the truth can set you free it's not about who they say you are it's about who you'll be when the world sends the letters and they come to you as mail don't ignore the letters answer them very well when the world sends you letters through the whispers of friends don't believe everything said by so called friends when the world sends you letters judging your moral values take a look at yourself and be honest do you really have to? and when the world sends you letters about your lower class i don't even have to tell ya, you know.
heart flutters bearing the news appointed poet laureate bows comrades honoring name gift gabble raising thy brows expectations of nil inspirations for others Tribute To Poetry And To All The Wonderful Poets Here In The Soup Bowl I Bow To Each Also Entry For Brian Strand's Poet Laureate Contest GL All
May 27, 2010 Bless it be Thee! Bless it be Thee! Truly, I love you. My whole my new. My heart your key! Loose lips and free. Realistically, I knew! You are far and few. I can justly let it be. You know, it is Gemini's Full Moon tonight, The Universe is waking up figuring us all out. Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight, I am engulfing and enriching charts in route. Swiftly suited, I stand in my place! Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
It would be too easy to not believe And not have faith in all He wants us to see. But I don't want to risk my life being saved Because of a choice I was refusing to make.
Sometimes I get stuck in the struggle And I forget that this life is real, Full of real love, Full of real people, Full of real strength, Full of real faith. Look around Because this is real. Welcome to reality; This is God's amazing life!
Seeking to find serenity is a task I cannot take for most of all it seems to me a mindless missing mandate. Buddha has achieved serenity, at least that what some say. Yet, in my mind dear Sylvia* found death in a similar way. To not exist, to cease to be, will bring the sought for feeling, many find this door to out, but, it leaves my head reeling. Can I not change, the path I'm on, can I not choose another? Will I blame an omnipotent God, will I blame my brothers? No, I'll accept, live and breathe, the form which I've been given, and I'll forgive myself each step, and so, I will be shriven. For I've been made with God's own seed, a God am I so born I'll not blame another man or take credit from the unformed. *Sylvia Plath (10/27/32 – 2/11/63) was an American poet, novelist and short story writer who commited suicide.
Are we people seeking answers to our lives, hopes and dreams? From beginnings of our youth, we're taught to plot and scheme In life we learn to make our place and to maximize our dreams We work to pay our way, or are we paying for others schemes? To respect all of the people, who seek prominence and wealth Learn from leaders of this world, and stack the hand you're dealt Your worth and happiness are found by seeking wealth in coin only a few can take but, all must pay, it's all in the club you join You sell your smile's for a dollar, and your freedom for your joy Fact is your still building monuments for coin collectors to enjoy Leaders use people in this world, for labor as a remote control toy push a button, pull the stick, to control each women, man and boy Is their similarity, of life and history we've learned from all our books? This life you've led, was it the plan to leave our children on the hook? It's said we can learn from our past, to avoid making the same mistake less intelligence then the ape man, as we teach mistakes not to make Having the same ideas, of our worth, as when Jesus walked this earth Do you think the value of our life, is the number of coins we are worth? Think you've missed the meaning of this journey, ever since your birth? Our journey is to learn and teach, all the children, not to take the mirth. In his words, the circle of life is to be followed by heaven, as we all know with an eternal peace, happiness and joy, without pain, suffering or woe Instead of chasing coin and following false leaders like herds of sheep spread destruction and defile the air, sea and land for more coins to heap Shouldn't we prepare to enter Heavens gate, if this is what we seek?
When I was young, seems everything intrigued From the morning sun, to the evening breeze Whether, working the farm, till I was fatigued or learning the secrets of earth, like genetic disease My journey in life, took many turns and twists forming my opinions, of how life is best lived preserve the earth, so children know what exists Free to walk, see and learn concepts, yet derived I see children as the wealth, to guard and preserve Think of others not oneself, a better man will emerge False idols say, follow the path to the federal reserve If silver or gold is wealth, this curse you can't purge Teach all our children, to learn from their elders advice, before, deciding their path or worth, know the price Contest entry for: "If I didn't think what I think, here's what I'd think"
My Wishes are Simple My wishes are simple, my desires few, to gaze upon an ocean, and marvel at a solitary drop of dew. My wishes are simple, my dreams not too grand, to feel the waves teasing my tired feet, with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand. My wishes are simple, my thoughts serenely gentle, calm, my heart resting beneath a swaying palm, healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.
I did see you out of the corner of my eye, Chills ripped through me raging in wind. I did not know you to be a lifetime friend. Our last life we must have said good-bye. Our love did not just come in and out to die, Our souls would be encircling merciless sin. I am feeling you breathe me desperately into your skin. Be it to you I never could tangle up my red rag tail dye. We went away, We came back, We went astray, We became slack! Our last life has predefined today's feat of fate! So, my destiny by fate is forever in you my mate! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Looking down from 41 above, I only wish I was below. The sights and sounds so clear to see Glitz as white as snow. The lights are distant to the mountains And the cabs travel around. The brightest city in the world Beams into the heart of this little town. God please give me the grace to see You are all I need.
I'm So Glad The Lord Accepted Me! I'm so glad the lord accepted me! I look forward to being with him for eternity! I'm so glad that the lord found me! Each day now… His love surrounds me! I'm so glad that the lord didn't :"pass me by!" He gives living waters that satisfy! I'm so glad for everything that he has done! Al praise and honor to God's anointed son! I'm so grateful for the lord that I am his! Hallelujah! I'm thankful for the new life he gives! I'm so thankful to the Lord for the life he gave! There's nothing that gave me… I would trade! I'm so joyful in the lord for his love divine! He is here now and will be with me throughout time! I'm excited for what the lord is going to do! This same lord is here today… And can be YOURS too! By Jim Pemberton
If I should die right now If I should die right now I wouldn't even stir As death would take me by the hand And make the mind a blur All that is and ever was Is in this moment 'now' Oh, what have I to grieve about The force will live somehow. When lost within this now There's nothing can be wrong No matter what the circumstance I'm me, And I belong To everything and anything There's naught to fade away Though I know not how to speak of this I know not what to say. If I should die right now The mind would fill with fear But somewhere there's a truth in me That makes it all so clear Immortal is the core of me I know it always will be The one that cannot ever fade I am this one I am me.
Someone Felt Like Giving Up! I know someone who wanted to give up. Things in life began to "trip him up." After much thought and contemplation. He really offered no real explanation. He felt like his life was at a "dead end road." He said he couldn't continue with a heavy load. No matter how many different things he tried. He was not happy… Nor satisfied! He began to share a piece of his mind… He was ready to leave everything behind. The choices that he had sometime ago… Began to "wear" at his heart and soul! I tried to encourage him the best I could. But I'm not sure he really understood. As I watched him go his separate way… I said; "there's something I wanted to say." "There's a God who reigns in haven above!" "He wants to fill you with his hope and love!" "He knows and cares about everything you'll do!" "He's loving and kind!" "And wants to help YOU!" As I spoke, I could see he thought for a minute. A commitment to God… He decided to give it! He decided to give it all to a God who won't fail him! He wanted to serve a God, who wants to bless him! He's happy now that this choice was taken! With Jesus… He's never alone nor forsaken! By Jim Pemberton
I adore the individualism of the artistic soul because if it is inspired high levels of divine information can be reached for example: sometimes, when I am composing in Piano I feel like I am communicating with God or when I am writing Poetry perhaps Whatever the case is, the dualism of life is not just apparent people devote themselves to mundane goals to reaching the approval of others when true art burns in the heart when death comes and things and fame don't matter have we found, who we really are?
When there is time...look at the trees. ...listen for the gentle rustling of the leaves. ...notice the green. ...think of the small seed they had once been. When there is time...look at the birds on the wing. ...watch them as they come north in the Spring. ...catch their fluttering as they awake to the dawn. ...quietly listen to their joyful song. When there is time...watch for the sun's arisen'. ...be mindful of its glow as it greets the horizon. ...rise to see this glorious sight. ...awaken early to the new day's light. When there is time...have a drink of water, oh so cool. ...think of how far it had to travel to you from its pool. ...savor its life giving taste. ...drink slowly, making no haste. When there is time...feel the love that has been given to you. ...tell your family that you love them, too. Is there enough time...to recognize all of God's handiwork given to us? Ever the time is now ...to thank Him for all life, so beautiful and precious.
Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You… I have many times read in the Bible, "the golden rule." "Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you!" I often wonder if many people really take this to heart. This is where Christ' love in action really starts! Just think if we treat others the way we want to be treated. Many relations would certainly be healed and completed!! If we were to speak kindness the way we want to receive it. Others would see Christ' love in us… And would believe it! If we were serious about seeking a Godly way of living. We'd see much more of Christ' love and forgiving! The challenge is to simply do what our Lord is wishin Applying "the golden rule" must be our mission! Thanks be to God for the way he treats us all the same! May we humbly serve others in Christ' name! Giving to others the way we want to receive must be our goal… If we're going to receive the richness of Christ in our soul! By Jim Pemberton
The day cannot turn gray though it may be cloudy though the storm may be rowdy but when I walk Your way the day is not gray. The night is not frightening though the moon may not be serenading though clouds may obstruct star gazing but when in Your light I am gazing the night is not frightening. The wind does not turn me cold though it may blow strongly though it may shout loudly but when it is You I behold the wind does not turn me cold. The music of my heart's never dead though the violins may stop their fiddling though the drums may stop their beating but when I feel Your heart turned glad my song becomes a sonnet. By CarolineCecile
They act on one's spoken superlatives that do be boastful conveying this they are not who say they Comes always before the fall is great pride just part of the ride turn of the tide what's inside self pride goes Hold steadfast this feeling humility fall away false pride arrogance gone courage to remain bold
Tomorrow is Ours. Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear, asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear, the festering wounds of enslavement still remain, juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain, spewing out neo-liberal economic charades, doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids, but, tomorrow shall be ours, casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle, no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal, tomorrow shall be ours, we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces, we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces, of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows, we are here, now, alive with hope, we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.
People in church,, talked to me about knowing God. At first I didn't know him…. I thought it was "odd." But then, I made a commitment to know and serve him. It meant a lot to me, to let him know that I loved him. The next few weeks I spent a lot of time in prayer. I wanted to spread God's good news everywhere! I often told others, at church, about my burning passion. But many laughed, and said; "you're just old fashioned!" But, wait a minute! Isn't this what Christ wants us to do? I read, "the harvest is ready." "The laborers are few!" I soon realized that many in church don't get too "excited." Remaining in their comfort zone, has often, been decided! Often, in my desire to serve God, I felt all alone. I even wanted to tell others of Christ, from my home! In the local stores, and business, I wanted to do ministry. After all, I knew that God had given me the ability! I was often criticized by others in church for doing "wrong." This type of serving God, many felt, just didn't belong. Many felt the "right" way was to give others the Sunday sermon From the outline, then perhaps others could be learnin'… What a disappointment this often turns out to be! People in church not concerned about others' eternity! No matter what others say. No matter what others do! I am not ashamed to publicly say "Jesus… I love YOU!" I'm simply seeking God's approval. Not that of men! So that others may know and find forgiveness of sin! By Jim Pemberton
Live as others see, just what it is we do Uncomplicated so to speak, Superficial surface, simple rules unfolding actions Genuflecting before the holy altar Or living the life provided But there is the backgrounder The arbiter, arbitrator of who we are Giving opinions, comments On every lasting moment Final liable depending on circumstances That we don't necessarily agree to see Directs us to those actions might puzzle even on lookers The final ruler, the master slave Who lives deep down, lives so far down No one knows from country which Only guess at his (hers) presence Involved in more, much more Then you would ever guess Smoke reveals flame, spring needs rain The presence shapes the flowing current And talks tales to the tiller, A stronger voice when seas' in turmoil Surprisingly directed seemingly unthoughtful actions To those who stand and stare Surprising mostly to ourselves Unfamiliar with the master slave Who lives so far below.
The winter is balancing on tense ropes. I cant and I am getting older, To years of sharpness I owe My pulse's rhyme, My blood's red. In a world's thunder I tasted the salt -my memory's trail- Suddenly alone I begun, Inexcusably alone I march Serving the sentence of my freedom. Few tears Few patience With empty hands I am grooving the rock of a Fate Fighting -a masterpiece of stone and silence- And I pray In a sun beamy To shed light and fire on my worn mask. If the sum of my life Reaches the infinity, Proliferous by expextations divine Divided by each wave I dared to dash And extended to the choice of a breath, I will be human between humans Counting the numbers of my steps, Loud and steady, I will lead my soul outside, To the open air.
This life's journey is like climbing the stairs each step, year by year. moving up in the air the higher I get, seems the harder to breathe My ascent has stalled, sorrow seems to impede loss of passion to climb and no will to explore filled with anger, unfairness, ahead a closed door having desire and need, for a warm body to hold Fierce hurricane winds, they have taken there toll thoughts of taking a step, repressed by the tide it's filling the vacuum, where my heart use to hide filled with sorrow and pain, from life on this earth letting the darkness, decide what it is worth Is this journey over and do I need to lay down joy and happiness lost, my heart's closing down I'll know the end has come, if I don't feel the sunshine It's rays feed my soul, like a fine cheese and wine "My body gets nourishment from Mother Earth, sunshine fills my soul with Gods grace and mirth"
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.
Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me! Jesus is the best thing that happened to me! He loves me so much! It's plain to see! Jesus has provided everything I need, to get tough! If it wasn't for him… I don't know what I'd do! Jesus has come, that I might life so abundantly! He's given me all I need… Most assuredly! He does for me, what nothing in this world, could ever do! And completely understands, everything I go through! He brings his peace, hope and a blessed satisfaction! I can have fellowship with him! A "heavenly interaction!" He can restore what the enemy has stolen and taken away! He brings a true meaning! And has changed me today! I'm very thankful! For all that he's provided! I'm going to live for him! This has already been decided! Thank you Jesus! My lord and my best friend! You've done so much for me! Over and over again! I praise your name! And want you to know… I'll tell others of your goodness… Wherever I go! By Jim Pemberton
Faith exists in the mind, as human thought with use of written word, this can be taught Joy finds it's sanctuary, within every heart The fleeting control of this, we have no part It's source can't be held or bought or sold this bliss can be evoked by young and old humans label things they don't understand as I had done, till I felt real pain in his hand I felt love, hope and joy torn from my heart life is beyond human control, he did impart I give my present, future and immortal soul the path to his wisdom, is under his control It's delight, seen in the present here on earth It's now not past or future, you will feel mirth My heart felt the loss of love, hope and joy This Idea of being in control, he did destroy only in complete release, could I find his joy its blissfulness is within the heart of this boy No feeling, belief, or ideas, to lose or employ It's in tears, smiles of women, man, girl or boy I didn't loose my joy, I had really lost myself My heart filled with hate, a sinner in oneself A hard lesson for humans, yet all must learn On a path, no control, it's heaven we all yearn
Offended is ignorance a lack of understanding silence is not for everyone humans speak and do things different than you or your faction true or untrue or stretch truth what's the worry? stressing over someone else's beliefs takes you away from your own routine offended is a waste of energy needed for nothing causing dangerous sparks within one's mind one's heart one's soul becomes contaminated with preoccupations vengeance breeds furious often unexpected actions of ill-will occur or changes for the worse creep in the shadows of good growing taking over "spiritual kudzoo" none could tame extinguish your dealings with petty rage of another imperfect being's mouth cancer vanishes easier with early detection MOVE ON! or at least learn from your polar opposite
Doesn't make any difference Although some think it does Some change, how and who change? Do you have any change? A nickel or a dime Hot dogs get 'em while you can A nickel or a dime Who's to know but you The difference between this and that All our stuff that drives choices Who cares what or who you are Walking alone without your stuff To comfort or confuse A nickel or a dime to make the sunshine How much for a still moment A small piece of life A starry night on a lonely beach A heart full of songs A kiss that says it all For all your nickels and dimes
Over the years, I think about how this country has changed. It's like "right vs. wrong" has been "rearranged." We're told that a separation from man and God exists. Yet the handiwork of God is in our very midst! Rather than seeking to obey God's word and rules. Our courts have turned this country into "fools." The whole idea of marriage is often very confusing. Many don't think about the wrong path they're choosing! Government often passes laws that provide a "moral instability." We've often lost our respect for a Godly type of morality. As people's lives get filled with lusts of various kinds. Many are wandering around with very confused minds! "One nation under God" is too often under attack. As this country is quickly "getting off track!" If "change" is what you want, or what you're looking for. Think about the purpose of life you're meant for! The direction you need to travel, is to the Lord in prayer. Wherever you are... He will meet you there! Christ alone removes any "God or state" separation. By his shed blood and his gift of salvation! There's no Supreme Court near heaven's gates! There's a God who loves who, and anxiously waits! He longs for you to receive his life eternal. So he can put your name in heaven's journal! Won't you allow his love to cleanse you within? And experience the atonement for every sin! May the Lord bring to us all a healing and restoration! He is the only true hope for our great nation! By Jim Pemberton
`Till I stop breathing, I won`t stop living. Basking in the sun`s warmth, proof that I still feel. So long as my heart beats, I`ll always dream.
The words in my head are beautiful. They are dancing cheek to cheek with Southern legato or London staccato with Chinese tunes and Xhosa clicks, with native Dutch, straight from the heart. The words in my head are reluctant to stand in line. They like to dance and play. They like to echo inside the skull, infinite Ping-Pong straight from the heart. The words in my head come alive, naked at the stroke of a key. Ribbons of red and green show who's been good and who's been bad. Dots on the screen, straight from the heart. The words in my head are ready to face the world. I comb their hair and clean their nose and wave goodbye until they disappear around the bend. One day they will be back, straight to the heart
In this bathroom of Dr. Heath's, The tissues so tough you grit your teeth. No soft toilet paper anywhere to be found, By the time you get through, how does Charmin sound? You wipe with sandpaper til you bleed, Soft toilet paper your bottom will need. In this kit, relief you will find From toilet that is much more kind!
Alignments Boldly Cultivating Dimensional Effervescence, Familiar Grey Highlights, Illuminating Joyful Kingdom, Luxurious Mecca, Nimbus Orbs Penetrating Quixotic, Revealing Snowflakes Tranquil, Universal Vantage, Winter Xanadu, Yielding Zenith ~~~Entry for Yasmin Khan ~~~~Contest Name: SNOW ~~~~~~ABC Form (nature)
It's a Christian Thing… When our freedoms are challenged, and our faith is denied, When life hangs in the balance, equality decried, Our solemn call to action, necessary and good, May be called into question, even misunderstood, Freedom from oppression, on which our country was built, Our forefathers lessons, a nation's pride now distilled, Building society, where freedom can ring, I say with great piety, its a Christian thing! We always acknowledge, those with different views, Afford them the privilege, and the freedom to choose, But we built this great land, in this peculiar way, To give freedom to man, and what he has to say. But let us not forget, the reasons for these freedoms, To each serve our Lord best, and unite in these seasons, For it is love of our neighbors, of which we now sing, Our response to our Savior, it's a Christian thing! America the beautiful, of which I am proud, Patriotic and dutiful, we answer out loud, Don't tread on us, or our God given rights, Don't give us causes, for which we will fight. Now as a nation, we will turn the other cheek, For we're taught patience, and when to be meek, But don't doubt for a moment, our resolve or the power of our sting, As we give you time to foment, it's simply a Christian thing.
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
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To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness 6-29-13
The power's in my hand For God and I patrol The hour glass has sand My life I have control. The power's in my hand For there is much to do Live right God does demand The answers lie with you. The power's in my hand Each day I will decide To follow his command From life I just can't hide.
Time is an imaginary thing. Made by man to create ordering. Tick, Tick, Tick, it goes. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. The world around you moves, just waiting for you to pick up the clues. That time is not a thing to waste; not a thing to use with such haste. But something to savor, something that cannot be replaced. So spend your time, spend it well. Because in a blink, it will be quelled.
clearest water flows gently along and over my naked feet the touch of its almost tacit sound deafening beauty for a calming mind thousands of tiny goosebumps showing the numerous surprising shivers trying to make sense the softest sofa of fresh leaves and little twigs spread a narcotic palette of autumn perfumes coloring the signals of my soul a generous friendly fire of chestnuts and acorns compose a beat and feel of rhythm of the forests tapping on my shoulder and head changing every breath that I take while softly knocking at future's door
If I could dream for anything I would dream of Peace, Love and Unity for all Bloods & Crips all gangs, are in need of a change for you represent such ignorance and scrutiny Difference in colors worn Sides in which you were born are truly all that divides when the two opposing sides collide and it makes no sense for we all Bleed Blue turned Red Blood Inside And a future generation is hard to provide when death, is like your shadow creepin' up by your side and drive-by shootings happen each late night, outside where running seems the only option to know for no places to hide no defense for your demise for a difference in colors worn and what side in which you were born is truly all that divides when these two sides collide and it makes no sense to me for we all Bleed Blue turned Red Blood Inside
Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul
Before there was a world or a word there was unfathomable loneliness in the gaseous expanse of pin pricked night an infinite course of vibrations, sound nascent, coalescing, gestating, until planets ripening birthed with souls. There was only the orb, the throbbing soul and an unknown longing for word, conduits formed synapses gestating to wavelengths of crystalline loneliness, the aching white noise, static, lack of sound, and the wanderers of celestial night. Man was born to such a daunting midnight aqueous eyes and conical ears for soul to shattering din's discordant sound, no bird song, no harmony, no words, just an aging, aching, aloneness, of random thoughts thus wordless gestating. A rhythm of circular gestation formed the day and lingering became night and thus weakened, warmed the loneliness with woman kind He brought her soul. Ether resounded with sheet lightening, words for those sounds were to souls, the God sound. Strong, silibant streams of understood sound released from the oval egg of gestation songs formed as man combined the God like words croonings of passion fill the nubile night as joinings rolled-tidal of mated souls. Word all powerful had freed loneliness. Each creature gifted an end to loneliness earth, water, fire ,wind, all given sound, all graced beloved with shimmering souls, hatched from the dragon's egg, life gestates into the bountiful passage of night. Cherish the ever present presence of the Word. No longer alone, a sound vibrating within each atom relates to the soul, gestation continues in the night's never-ending cycle of the Word's life. *My PASSION is SONG * Many lines have internal RHYME as well as the end rhyme achieved by the use of the same words. *Dedicated to inspiration achieved through the writings of L'Nass Shango & David Smalling
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
Lord, I do not know what to do; Please, lead me by Your side. Decisions I'm facing are lost and through; Please, lead me to do what's right.
The valley stream bells are tolling, "Wake up now, and hear the truth of your being!" The bells ring glad tidings of your liberation. Say yes to life, all of life, and be free. The cup of joy is always full.
Let dreams unfold, wishes take wings, Your first love affair starts with you, Embrace yourself, hear soul's voice, true! Precious pearls of joy, morrow brings. Adorn these promising treasures As you effuse glowing pleasures. Music of life sounds its sweet rings, Hold that golden bell in own hands, Feel caress of love's silken strands. Bless you, heavenly angel sings. Wafting through clouds, smooth starry flights, Slide down the rainbow, soak in sights. Brim your heart with faith, thoughts be things. Chalk out on sky, all you cherish, Universe reads, dreams won't perish! Let dreams unfold, wishes take wings, Precious pearls of joy, morrow brings. Music of life sounds its sweet rings, Bless you, heavenly angel sings. Brim your heart with faith, thoughts be things. 29/08/2012
-------- Do You find your-self With-out a ladder And just don't know What to do? ------ Try the "Law Of Reciprocity" Fore only good thing's come Back to You! ------ Plant your-self a Seed And then You shall Have a Tree... ------ Just give it a little time And soon you will have three... ------ Then You shall be able To climb... For the very first time... Poet Author Gary Fields
Trying to come down a mountain you've already conquered is the true test, and it's a hard one. Like pouring cheap sanitizer over your bloody hands. The 99.99 that it may kill will not eliminate the painful little hundreth percent of pain that still stands. But it is necessary. I can see parts of my past like jagged rocks I've already placed my feet upon once. They remind me of all the times I slipped up cut myself with such failure I never thought I'd move on from. I slide down the mountain's side, hoping that if I fall forward I will be caught by a cloud filled with the heaviness of my old pride. Reminiscing on a cumulus crime trying to piece together where I made the mistake in believing being selfish would ever put me on cloud nine. It can no longer hold me like flimsy caution tape failing to hold an overwhelming riot at bay and down I go with the rain precipitating all my pain away. At 6'4, my height is pretty easy to see my mind is pretty difficult to read And my beliefs are even harder to understand. At times I feel having the word 'susceptible' tattooed across my chest would be fitting for me just so I could be understood by my fellow man. I heard that 90% of human interaction is nonverbal so if I could, without a word I would speak volumes upon volumes of my autobiography and just live the rest of my life shirtless So that even to the passing stranger, my life story they could comprehend. Vulnerability at it's finest. I learn from experience. After a long fall, I land close to rock bottom. The temptation to give up always seems to make camp in front of the exit of freedom. I can see two male rams clashing their brains together while making a thunderous noise; the most accurate depiction of brainstorming I've ever witnessed, and an easy way to see that staying stuck at the bottom is a choice. There is always something new to learn. Something to struggle with up and down the mountain. What we must learn is to not be ashamed of our struggles, and to instead show how we are victorious through the renewed life we live.
Why should i shoot for the moon If all that ill be is a star Why should i settle for less than my dream? The moon is far But i will reach it And all of you who hold me back Can get out of my way 'Cause im going far
I cannot lie to myself anymore but be truthful. I should accept what I truly feel & move forward. Never settle for anything less than what I deserve. I still have to let go soon, lest it destroys me further. And gives me false hope for obscurity nonetheless. I know I can live without but I do not want to. I know I have to escape this feeling of insecurity. I have to pick up the pieces and build afresh. Something better than what I have in front of me.
The crowd pushes as your soul pulls, You along your path to obscurity, Where the light is engulfed, By the clouds of eternity... Timidly you lag behind, Lost in the eddies of time, And slowly you trudge, To the same old grind... But for the one who sees, Dreams in splendored color, The seeker holds the keys, As one searches for the other... Sparks of desire flood your mind, While the cold dark streets glow, From burnt embers lost in time, And mounds of dashed hopes below... You thrash and flail in utter desperation, And you need that which can not be known, Unless one is seasoned by your imagination, When the dream is passed and the hope is grown... Then it comes to you in a flash, Love must be shared to exist, So to others your hope is passed, And your light escapes the mist... The seeker surveys the vast multitude, To find the source of the light, Where the gift of hope was shared and grew, Piercing the thin veil of night... And to these dreamers is dared, A glimpse of wisdom anew, For you who love and share, A saga awaits you... Prepare to finally see, The source for finding purpose, In all that you do and can be, Lies in what you can do for us... For selfish deeds trap us, And kindness offers you much more, Once you apply this to practice, Blinding light will pour forth... And as the secret is shared, Love rekindles the awakenings, Among all those lost and scared, Wonder and awe the new day brings... Remember the grandness of this tale, The next time you find yourself lost, For what you offer is the holy grail, So much hope... for so little cost! My Gull Wheels On!
I can't be lost and can't be found, I'm in the air and in the ground; I'm very loud without a sound. I'm everywhere yet can't be seen, I'm where you're going, and where you've been. I never stop and never start; I am spirit's love, which fills your heart.
If there is one thing I remember It is what life told Just open your eyes All that glisters may not be gold So who is to blame and whose fault I hold The halo effect, the one in disguise Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes Treat one different because of their look Why read? Judge the cover of the book? But you do read others because they don't have the look If you understand, how long has it took? The halo effect, we magnify a trait Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait Attractiveness, is this what you mean? All this talk, my perception a feign? What I see, aint what it seem? Huh, thanks for this, as well as that. The halo effect, my mind was hacked.
So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded? Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix? Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such? If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main. How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes? Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this? Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix, Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix? If so, where is the main universal matrix? There must be a connection of some sorts, Nevertheless, what is it and where is it? Moreover, why has this not been thought of? If the body is the temple of the Lord, Then He must have a main matrix. Matrix is Latin for womb. So in which womb is this matrix? Only a female has a womb. There must be one that is required by none. Now let us get even more difficult here. We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes. What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb? It obviously has good and evil in its growth. Could there have been two that fused by one? Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes. Or is there only one main matrix being a female? Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix. Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes. An enclosure within in which something originates or develops, This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix. Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator? Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ? Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix? ®Registered: Ann Rich 2006
I drove this morning to New York City. The scenery flies by the sky is so pretty. As the sun comes up it shines in my eyes. Painting different colors across the skies. I went to a skyscraper it rose up so high. I felt I could reach out and touch the sky. I look down below to a world that's so small. From the top of this building I can view it all. I notice the bridges connecting the parts. They look like arteries connecting the heart. I watch the traffic like blood it does flow. Some cars are coming while others do go. I look to the right and I view the sea. It reaches for the horizon as far as I see. They seem to blend and melt together, Clouds remind me of impending weather. On the left I can see Central Park. The jungle within the center of the heart. Surrounded by concrete still it grows. The function of nature it does show. I would like to stay up here forever. As I see all of these pieces join together. But I need to go and descend down. The view is so different on the ground.
Children with an illness, Go through life, They are looked down apon, Because they are different, When really they are not, They are no different from you and me, They have the same blood, Running through their bodies, Just as their hearts as well, So, don't just look apon, Their outer appearance, And judge them, For who they really are, For a lot of them, Are smarter and brighter, Than you and I, Could possibly be, On our brightest day, For they have the gifts, From God up above, So, always take the time, To get to know their inner beauty, For who they really are, Cause they too need love, Just as everyone else does, If not even more.
Was it enough or was it too much? Sometimes too fast but always too slow! God knows that I come with these seeds that grow. Inside and out I absorb every single touch, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that knows? Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go! I say I can qualify! Where was I and why was I there? Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt! God knows that I come riding in on a prayer. I absorb every single touch inside and out, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that cares? Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare! I say I can magnify! What did I say and what did I do? Sometimes too quite but always too loud! God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud. Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you. But why should I? Why should I be the only one in the crowd? Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how. I say I can intensify! Do I want to or do you need me to? Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don't care. God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue. I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare. But why should I? Why should I be the only one with this view? Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you! I say, "I SANCTIFY"! ®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
"Outside of the box" -- not packaged -- is how I want to define people.
The night, raven black with shadows deep taunts and terrorizes the very soul but never will it forever possess eternity for the morning star is powerful in her dawning ritual slowly chasing the shadows of the dreaded night back into the corners of the minds furthest reaches as her slender golden fingers stretch lazily across the land the darkness retreats in honor, respect and fear for nothing has more power over darkness' grip on death than the golden goddess of the day her warm and shining face and her forever timely ritual of illumination
< 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
i've come to realize that changes however unwelcome happen for a reason, and those changes happen to change who we are and in turn i have come to realize that we are the master of our own depression that no matter who hurts us no matter the pain that haunts us however unwelcome this pain may be i have the power to undo the hurt and smile.
her bones were pretty like the rest of her it hard to say the flesh curved flowed into stalks and fruit legs and hips breasts and torso throat and long flowing hair her eyes in a nudeness gleamed such contours to her mysterious geometry. i took the penciled and transformed her uncovered her into a herd of cubes a orbit of globes a hymn of Cylinder a lotus of pyramids.... but somehow the shapes did not suffice or reflect the planes of her perspective and so i drew a secret shape from heroine surface i buried deep my desires my fingers mapped a little shadow i discovered in the weave of her ribs a serenity crosshatched in a navel the foretelling of a breath and a pout my lines discovered on the corners of her chin the blossom of fulness on a lip found a sweep of redness across cheek sweetness like the morning against the smoothness of paper.
Recently I got tired of being a puppet on a string. I'm not sure why, but I woke up, and then it all made sense. Until that point, I'd spent my life deep in mind's pretense. I found my heart, I dove straight in, and much to my surprise, I landed smack dab in the center of spirit's loving eyes.
You know there's more to life than what meets the eye when you're sitting on the amen pew. It's the worldly things that you pass by When you're sitting on the amen pew. There's more to church than just being seen and when you shout "Amen" that's what you really mean. What others may think just don't mean a thing. When you're sitting on the amen pew.
Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest At the end of days, the earth displays its anger, Clouds part, heaven awaits, choosing life, I depart.
< the city he calls his home the beat waiting for his next dispatched calling badge gun club cuffs and his new partner murder's rapes invasion calls to him waiting for his next dispatched calling alley's streets underground he searches murder's rapes invasion calls to him doctors lawyers fast food he's ready waiting for his next dispatched calling badge gun club cuffs and his new partner alley's streets underground he searches the city he calls his home the beat Tribute To Police Officers Entry For Jarred Pickett's Pantoum Contest G.L. All
The world was a new and a fearful place for all was mystery from land to sea of salvation there was no need, no trace and many say there was but, he and she. Then Om sounded, the Word was God to be thousands of years before mankind could scrawl thousands of years before Moses or Saul Om gave song to the throat of his creations two legged, four legged, to one and all Om gave the word to creatures and nations. Prajapatir vai idam agre asit Tasya vag dviitiya asit Vag vai paraman Brahman In the beginning was Prajapati (Brahman) With whom was the Word; And the Word was verily Brahman. (Krishna Yajurveda, Kathaka Samhita, 12.5, 27.1; Krishna Yajurveda, Kathakapisthala Samhita, 42.1; Jaiminiya Brahmana II, Samaveda, 2244) Also from Bhagwad Gita: 1500 BC "I am Om, the Word that is God." The writing which form the Jewish bible were compliled from 2-5BC
Here on the sands of Half Moon I yearn of those days I held you Breathed of you… Days of untold passions tasted Unrequited love … Innocence pure Where the world escaped you and I Sadness was just a word for others Nonexistent shame … Contented in that arduous cycle Where we shared of… Only two Perhaps if time were truly flowing and fluid And soft words were medicine enough Easing your pains… I would whisper you back to our moment Bereft of the guilt… Death carries Here on the sands of Half Moon I'm carried back on moonlit glow Breathing of you… Amassed in the need of our lost voices of Unrequited love… Reborn again
Hurrying and rushing even at eight, usually just to avoid been late. been doing this for a while and I am so accurate, the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate, the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate, so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate, through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight, none present yet, not even a mate. I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait, and this I terribly hate, I do not even know for how long I can tolerate. Then one day, I deviated from my usual line. In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine, not giving a damn even if I reached at nine, watching the passers-by smile so fine, up the sky the Birds happily dine, moving in groups like flying swine. Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign that my Job intoxicated me like wine and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind. The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen. The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene, showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean, and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean. Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature and the photo on it gave a nice gesture, initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature, but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture, as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture" Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear, It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share. Looking like one big Apple green and clear. Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear, not observing all these is worse than to err, and making me feel Nature was never near, this is a burden I am about to bear. How on Earth can I explain this? It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss, crying intensely like my niece, is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.
I Frame As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden, Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call. Many are great and then some are a bit small. I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon. It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden. I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl. Person place and time steadily climb up to maul. It's a give or take rejection expected to turn on. One day ye shall see, My Moon half drawn, Ye see it was all of me. Your Sun will be gone. Only one Star shall rise up above my name. It's a special place inside my heart I frame! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2007
Learning minds Today all those little children it's important what we teach them their little minds are now expanding they need to grow with a good understanding And it's our duty to teach them well To help them want to learn So they know when you study hard today tomorrow you will be reward in return For their holistic development Is to get a very good education And teachers have to set am example For to them you must be an inspiration So we have to make school more fun For today and the future generation For the children of today Are the leaders of our future nation? The way we live our lives at home is how our children will be grown? So we have to do our part as parents we can't depend on the schools alone Let's make our schools a safer environment A place the kids would like to go For the more happier they are today So they will have a brighter tomorrow A child's learning mind is full of innocence So we must always use our common sense Like restricting what they see on TV. Too much violence can be seen to easily This is the time they are at that age they need more than the reading book page the proper example we as adult's have to show Is what they will copy and try to follow? So let's invest morals in our children to grow as respectful young men and women for their roads a head are full of the unknown so it's important what they learn at home So if we really care for their little ones let's show it now and don't waste any more time Because if they don't get their education That would be wasting of their brilliant minds
Gray sidewalk into a back alley Off some low, dead-end sign Walks a man, past a shadow of himself Who is he? Is he a brother? He is the least of these, the teacher said. He is friend to the cold and dark places… Do you know him? Listen to the stories… Over bridges, under streetlights; against the bitter wind These are the places they live… where we call ourselves "them" Listen to the stories… Where highways turn to gravel And lanes into sewers Forgotten, under glass, turned away By those who would not share It's you, it's me…we are they who sit alone in the cold Sleeping in the park, While a moment wanders by Listen to the stories… They are the beloved, orphans of us all, adopted by God They sing of wounded silence, longing just to know…
Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns
Well it is like this you see, I'm against odds they say, It is in stone or it is in clay. I fly away to set it all free. Time does not exist to me. Money has no cost to pay. Love is a game folk's play. Life is a gift do you agree? Shooting Stars always fall, I wish I wish all of it for you. Wishing on a Star l did call. I wish blue skies just for you. But time told this and time told that. Show me the way with no tit for tat. ®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
The city of nine Gates lays between two worlds. In time wanders through pain and bliss, Holding stones with hands cold, following signs stray from a Fate's gush. The dark city walks the path of Silence, Driven by a flaming star until the last Gate appears. A vivid lightning, in a winter's scary night, The edge of a cliff that few will dare to fall, The tenth Gate reveals the Secret of a life divine. Time and light swirl and dance in a purity, Where prime Intuition and instincts entrap the Oblivion. Free minds, visitants, touching the Doors' Perception knob Wishing to feel the large and become the change they See.
What is the world without wonder or for no sense in needing to get up? How many takes to pull you under until you fight back and feel abrupt? You have to be without breathing having to hold all in, just believing Last as long as you possibly can for opportunity does not repeat again
As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I'm trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don't understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God's laws certainly belong! I've tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they've made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they'll serve God all the days they're livin'! Even though I've failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I've taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I'm thankful for the opportunity to call them "mine." I pray they'll seek God's guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God's love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I'm trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton
< the universe has physical matter concentric sphers with many planets stars and galaxies for o b s e r v a t i o n text ual v i e w to see big bang but t o me o u r mother e a r t h c o u n t s the m o s t f o r i t ' s w h a t m a n y d o c a l l h e o m Though this is a shape poem it is written in diminished hexaverse lol
Sitting there late last night! I took everything in with my deepest breath about me. I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in, I was covered over distances which I could now see. I had left myself. I was gone again. I was above and beyond the clouds, Soaring deeply with every one of my though, Higher and higher I rose, Reaching loftiness' I have never once felt. I was a bird in flight! Stunning with privilege I had brought. Feeling myself from deep within! Standing there that night, The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in. And lo and behold, there I went again. I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts. I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me. I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see. Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught. Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt. I'm a feather in the air, Gathering sensations inside of myself. I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me. I was calm with the breeze, Inside of myself, Feeling myself! And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free. I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts. More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt. Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got. Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me. One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me. Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again! Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top. Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt. I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought. Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught. I'm a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self. I am surely the feather that fell from the very top, Because I am now what then I surely was not! I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself. ®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
Tears - Are As Old … As East Of Eden Pain - Is As Old … As East Of Eden Woes - Are As Old … As East Of Eden … That's Why The Cowboy … Rides West And Disappears, Into The Flaming Sunsets … ( Gen. 3: 23, 24 )
Despising, Deceiving, Denying Lying, Lynching, Looting Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving Opening, Options, Obsolete Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves Thinking, They, Them Boasting, Bullying, Blinding Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends Uniting, Under, Unity Sending, Signals, Selfishly Can't, Control, Consciousness Everyone, Escape, Earth Holding, Here, Hell Never, Not, Now Win, We, Will Yearning, Ye, Yes Illumination, Inside, Increasing Evil, Ending, Extinct
What is it to see the soil of home again? A welcome, snow-struck and a return To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn. We converse in broken tongues to men We know, hooked on holiday language Comprised of wandering hand signs. Collect the car and pay parking fines, Drive through towns and over a bridge Until we reach the Western gateway. Oh when will we arrive at our house? No camels there, only field mouse Which are eaten by our cat anyway. The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning Through the stretching, pealing sky, A knife through air; what it is to fly. Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
Maybe yes, maybe no Can't tell you what will happen Nor can you Who controls time's surprises Or just what you see tomorrow Why shouldn't it be the same Calendar turns, old pages torn away My unshakeable faith shifts Just a bit to make room For whoever whatever I really am For just today and maybe tomorrow
The bright sky after the storm. The rains smell washed clean. confessions of the innocent gentle and forlorn. As in visions we seek the a place beyond what others can claim to have seen. As the view does vanish. we reflect apon its perfection as is caught within a dream. Hands of ice thoughts as stubborn cast in stone. To bitter to admit the pain So prison from a view unknown. In a dark landscape there may exist light over the next ridge but who will journey to see. It's a choice we must make to try and fail or wallow in misery. Children dream without limits so why should we stop with time. Age effects all like the pages of a book of rhyme. We dream so long only to marvle to the monsters weve grown. Thoughts for sale are a mystery. from this view unknown
So Much to Do! So Little Time! There's so much to do in life, and so little time to do it! There's been goals in life... But I simply "blew it!" I think about what God has offered and what he's given! I haven't allowed him to be the Lord of how I'm livin'! He gave to me two great parents and food on the table! He's given me the ability to work. And to be able! As I look back with the time that I've enjoyed. I think about the time that I was unemployed! They were times of leaning on God and his love! I asked for his protection and blessings from above! With the little time, that I have here on earth… I'm going to ask the Holy Spirit, to give me a "new birth." A "new birth" to be the kind of person God wants me to be! And to ask for him to have his will, to be done through me! I want to serve Jesus, for the rest of my remaining days! To read and study his word! And do what it says! The time I take to have with Jesus, is time will spent! I seek to do his will for me, and to daily be content! Thank you my Lord for listening to what I have to say! Please come Lord Jesus and bless my time today! By Jim Pemberton
Today my rhythm lost it's blues had no warning had no clues Random encounters we don't chose There on a sidewalk found my muse Caught your eye loved your look Reeled me in on your sweet hook Read your pages, open book There's no mistaking, no mistook You want to fly, flying high Fly together across the sky Life's gravitation kissed goodbye Oh, the thought of it makes me high And if I falling.. it's into you What I feel is made for two A dreamer's wish it can come true I'll stake my claim to be with you Where will this magic moment lead I think you sense, feel my need You're my prayer, you're my plead At first glance.. a romance feed Flying and falling hard for you You're my prayer, you're my plead This dreamer's wish is coming true Two spirits touch.. both are freed! Sponsor: Jared Pickett Contest: At First Glance Date: 6-28-14
The Color of a Man's Character We all bleed And cleave to Those we leave We all smile when we are greeted And cry when we are mistreated Why do we choose to abuse others For the color of their skin? Why do we think that only Our own color should win? We're all the same underneath We all deserve peace When we lay down to sleep Love one another while you can Show your son how to be gracious The color of a man's character Is how he treats his fellow Man.
I am a poet writing of my pain I am a person living a life of shame I am your daughter, hiding my depression I am your sister, striving to make a great impression I am your friend acting like I'm fine I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine I am a girl who struggles with suicide I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)
No curse words allowed are you confused, lost, ignorant you are no artist, you have shunned art and its true purpose what is art? but an expression the low and vile are the most potent Did you forget, Emerson The Poet He would call you "selfish and sensual" "an umpire of taste" "proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty" in a world of suffering, of loss Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park you, in your confusion, hide in the dark hide any truths of pain and suffering and by doing so you have lost your soul You are only half a person art is an expression of life and its hidden what is in a word? something to hide from? something to fear? to censor? to fight? are you that ashamed of language? honesty? expressions of shame? You are no poet, no artist you are no immortal, of course you are so cowardly and weak you will hide from me, censor me, avoid the truth, lie to the world if you cant stomach a curse word then you cant handle me any immortal would crush you and leave you wounded truly contemplating your life breaking you open, forcing you alive then, maybe then, you will have an emotion, worthy of expression into art. but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt You may just use a curse word
The wind blows wrecklessly Tossing the pecan's emerald green tresses, Ruffling the birds' feathers; Chills their thin spindly legs. The sun has a very difficult job, Tossing radiant heat against the wind. It's job is secure; but it is not working Out on the porch, where shadows are cast. Princess finds a sunny spot with one tossed pillow Used as a cushion, another stands up blocking the wind's Bloisterous voice, Princes warms.. Time out is short for chill hurts to the bone. Thank you God for a few minutes to commune, Enjoy the sighing of the pines, waving of the breeze, And soft chatter of the Mocking Bird. For these life is enriched..
The warped side of the Moon shall fall to the ground. I will be watching at rapid speeds beyond your reality. Most will be wearing garments of untapped mortality. Some of you'll hear trumpets that are loud and sound. More of you will be an embedded trap tied and bound. You best remain in your God given Graced originality. It will be a life or death to hold on to that pure vitality. And for God's sake don't partake in the lost and found. It is easy to lose your way through the deception. Nothing is ever what it seems unless you make it. So join within yourself become one big reception. And make sure you have a white candle always lit. Never lose the light of a white candle as the dark side of the Moon falls. For the light of your white candle is right behind darkness and enthralls. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007.
MISSISSIPPI M y love for the magnolia tree I s a botanist dream. S omething special to see S o white, magnolia gleams! I f I had a choice of trees, S omeone suggestion was S pruce, I would say I like my State's tree. P lus the bloom is as white as the clouds. P lease give me the magnolia I adore right now. Mississippi is where I am from – Old Magnolia. M y love of the mocking bird I s a bird watchers dream. S omething special to see S irens singing! I f I had a choice of birds, S omeone suggested one different, S uch as the Three Wrens, I would say I like my State's bird. P lus, they sing a beautiful song. P lease, the mocking bird that I adore. Mississippi is where I am from – Old Magnolia & the Mocking Bird. M y home is The Magnolia State. I ce is what winter creates. S pectacular the crystal glows. S nowflakes hang from the trees. I cicles drip. S nowfall has appeared. S unshine is desired. I ce water caught in a bucket. P itchers of Kool-Aid to drink P eople are feeling holistic. I mages of happiness and a change of seasons Mississippi is where I am from. Old Magnolia, the Mocking Bird, my home sweet home… __________________________________________/ Sponsor: Kim Merryman Contest Name: Tell Me About Where You're From Form: A Triple Acoustic 5th place
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 12/05/11
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 saviour 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! By Jim Pemberton
Send me to the darkest places; That's where I feel You strongest. A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys; Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.
the life that you have now is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it it happens that many lives are taken away from the now and when we lived the can't grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark
Pastor sermonized, one fine Sunday years ago about gossiping. No one ever forgot it. "Gossip hurts. Shut your big mouths!" for John Freeman's "Sayings of Wisdom" Contest. Pure, simplistic and easy to understand. : ) 8/4/11
As a child empowered by youth, All is wonder, All is truth, Faith projecting as a wake, A child of God, Runs free these days, Oh Lord, I have been so blessed, To know your love, Feel your caress, Now I watch as the children play, And loving tears swell, ...Thank you for this day. To feel the warm sun, wind and sand, A glorious gift, A glorious plan, Watch the seagulls as they wheel and dive, Searching for scraps, Screeching in delight, Never do they question - nor do they ask, For more than they need, Or more than they have, And in this spirit so free and strong, I live, learn and love, As my gull wheels on! My Gull Wheels On aka Michael Wilson
Rainbows of hope endlessly span in the ether vast Effortlessly redoubling in voids' empty caverns Every thought entwined, lacking innate freedom Illumination grandiosely illustrated to a select audience Captivated in the auspicious moment of success Impressing no one with odious jargon And theses absorbed through ever pouring over scrolls A mind inundated with alien concepts Anew the intricate webs influence the inner psyche Arrows carelessly aimed, fired at Cupid's aura Finding a willing entrance to a yearning, aching heart Embracing the agreement to eternal life in the unconditional love offered Confucius: ""I hear, I know. I see, I remember. I do, I then understand." 02/22/13
Evil thoughts equal sin One must purge them within
I took a journey down a dark road, And now I'm a traveler, exhausted. My heart, was unable to carry the load, And I nearly lost it! I was a traveler looking for an answer But all I found was heartache. I watched as Mother battled cancer And that was almost too much to take! I became lost a time or two, And found an old familiar trail. I had to escape the memory of you, For I felt I was living in hell! My travels took me to some dark places, And some people thought I would not survive. I've come to read expressions on faces, So, why be surprised that I'm still alive?! My journey often made me weary, But I still continued to roam. I maintained my spirituality, And soon traveled back home. I've learned a lot about myself And I learned so much of others. Love is more valuable than wealth And priceless is a hug from a mother!
What is right and what is wrong So much gray and so many songs Just because I can does it mean that I should? If I appear pleasant then should I be rude? There are many such questions to ponder in life So many in fact that it causes us strife. I wonder sometimes if what I know is right Is somehow considered wrong in another's sight. My upbringing taught me to be gentle and kind To help others when I see they are in a bind. To be fair and just in all my various dealings And to always be considerate of others' feelings To always do a day's work for a day's pay. When the sun is shining you got to make hay. But some other folks don't see it the same The rules are some different in life's game They are taught to lie and encouraged to steal That dying is holy and it's alright to kill. Some worship cattle and won't eat beef Pierce their faces and wear sandals on their feet I ain't saying that they are wrong or right And I ain't saying that we should go and fight What I am saying is it ain't right for me And I wish these folks would let me be I think "do unto others" is a mighty good rule And I stay away from folks that I think are a fool Respect is earned by respecting others And I just wish we could all be brothers.
Listen to the buzzing, in your ears, Listen to the humming, of your fears, Listen to the baby, crying inside, Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes. Listen to the music, you have never played, Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved. Listen to the empty, silence of your mind, Listen to the whispers, of man kind. Listen to the never, heard nor seen, Listen to the listener, who has never been. Listen to the monkey, you know you really are, Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far. Listen to the dying, crying man, Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand. Listen to meaning, you never really meant, Listen to the letter, you never really sent. Listen to the lovers, who loved another one, Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum. Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing, Listen to the silent, crying deep within. Listen to the never, ever really said, Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed. Listen to the flying, dying man, Listen to the solid, only made of sand, Listen to the night time, they told you that was day, Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away. Listen to the singer, who never made a sound, Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud. Listen to the voices, you never hear within, Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.
Where have all the cabooses gone, Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish, Moveable tree house clickety-clacking Cozily rolling across America Snappy visored cap, brass buttons Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out One hand on the stanchion Waving an all clear lantern, nights shining arc Then crack, all along the line each Snapping to attention each car in its turn With a rattle rattle, huff and puff Away it roars into childhood. A memory of something important, An ancient fondness now focused A connection across the years A tear, a smile for that railroading boy Those years lavished, gone borrowed money And now the dollars have all been spent But the secret stays in the heart of hearts. Oh, I wish to go back to those days, To see the world for the first time, In all its glory, the glory of a life yet to live.
May 31, 2010 May Day! I sprout with a surprise springing forth from me today. Birds sing such a magnificent most pleasurable praise. I want to be the one He promised soon He would raise. I will be celebrated all by myself on that God-given day. I will stand in His Gracious Glory at His appointed Say. Yesterday will be but a blurring faded haze, life a craze. He sets my soul on fire and sets my spirit off in a blaze. I bet I will buzz like a bee zipping by you each May Day! It is all in a day just for me to say. Ta! Da! I'd bet you did not realize! May Day! May Day! I say let's play! Walla! I say May Day's materialize! Waiting every May Day is loads of fun, Unbelievably, May Day is never done! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
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.
Despite the wealth of creams applied Old Father Time won't be denied And as that watershed appears I can't complain at fifty years Though just one thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! The years drift by and eyes grow dim The fight to keep the body trim It really is a bitter pill They say from now it's all down hill You'll understand then when I say Just let me throw those specs away! Fountain of youth it runneth dry And sight recedeth in my eye No cup of bounty runneth over No wonder; I'm one more year older And still the thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! But wait, I think I've seen the light Illuminating, out of sight No more my hopes and dreams for nought There is a way if I can sort The thing for which I daily pray: To throw those blessed specs away! Tt's thanks to innovations new I'll soon be known as "Chic Cool Sue" I owe it all to new technology To change my world of Ophthamology So now with certainty I say Just throw those blessed specs away! Today's the day I must be mental Why didn't I opt for sentimental? A Chinese, or a shopping spree I might have missed 'Buy Get one Free' But always it was what I'd pray To throw those blessed specs away! What have I done, my friends were right I'm in a mess, I'm numb with fright I had a dream, 'twas " Handy Andy" Promising a job just dandy He said "Ill do it cheap today". I've changed my mind; the specs can stay. But, No! I've courage I'll go on I'm not a quitter, I'll be strong I may wake full of blurred confusion Wondering if it's just illusion Or really is that epic day I finally throw my specs away!
Love is Christianity not religion Religion is devised of mind mischief! Love dwells not religiously in a mind of mischief But a mind swells religiously in it's mischief! So renew the mind to be Love's kind Dwell not religiously in the mind! Folks, Love is all the reality there is Not of ego of mind's show biz! Temporal lessons of life a quiz To teach your mind where your Love is! Your mind displays your tree of death And by it's tongue accomplishes it's quest! Speak now or forever hold your peace Good advice, first determine your yeast! Is it religion or is it Love Of the mind or of a heart of Love! There is no power but of God's Love............................................(c Ro. 13:1)(I john 4:8) Love, the power of your choice, death or life!............................(c Deut. 30:19)(Pr. 18:21) Without the very mercies of Love Humanity never would rise above! The being of choice, life or death Every human being has voice of choice! Foolish to blame a God who is Love For the death of your very own voice! 1-9-10 email@example.com
If Silence Was a Language If silence was a language you could understand, You would hear me shouting, screaming, announcing for all to hear, 'I LOVE YOU!!!' If silence was a language you could understand, You would hear me praising you, declaring with each silent look, 'I'm proud of you', 'I trust you', 'I believe in you.' If silence was a language that you could understand, You would hear me cheering you on, as with each new experience or season, 'You can do this', 'You've got what it takes', 'I'm here if you need me.' If silence was a language you were fluent in, You'd catch the nuanced meaning, the subtle expression of respect, Behind each silent day that goes by, so as not to distract with clumsy words. But, just maybe, silence IS a language you can understand, And you DO hear me, loving you, praising you, respecting you, Trusting and believing in you, cheering you on and standing behind you. Of course, silence is a language so often misunderstood or completely overlooked, Drowned out by the clamor of busy lives, of many words, Or whirling thoughts that make it hard to listen. So, I risk a bit of repetition by stating plainly, in words that even I can understand, That you are precious in my eyes, a jewel of great worth, A daughter that makes me so very proud to be called your father. I love you!
Pity me not because the moon is on wane Remember when was full lighting the night Pity me not for thinnning of dark blonde mane That has gone from beauty to cotton light Pity me not for energy deplete Now time to snuggle between warm soft sheets What's lacking in energy gain in sleep With love beside me snoring to same beat With love he continues to look on me Even though my moon is waning this eve Brown eyes adore me_ his love only sees Girl of seventeen with green eyes__ naive Pity me for my slow learning of life Where in places my gifts could have stopped strife
Coffee at dawn with dew on the lawn And whispering winds in the trees; Stars disappear as morning clears For all the world to see. Rivers flow and cornfields grow In endless waves of gold: Oceans of plenty with dreams of many Awakening, young and old. As cities bustle, toil and tussle Competing for modern success; Children play and preachers pray Everyone is blessed. Those in positions of prestige and power With the rest on the road to the peak Of mountainous places achieved by long races Of running, not always on feet. Tired and weary, wasted and bleary- Eyed from losing ground; New babies born in the midst of storms In this new wide world they've found. Filled with flowers in spring and new wedding rings As lovers begin new lives; With licorice and lace while battles take place And people fight wars and die. Down in the shadows where mystery runs deep And light takes flight in all forms; And swan songs sing us out of our sleep With coffee at dawn each morn.
When the light of day is climbing And all the words I've heard are rhyming And everyone around me laughs and sings; When the sky looks so appealing as I gaze into her ceiling, No one can be better off than me. When the rivers' slowly rolling And kisses I have stolen From someone in my life dear life did bring; While staring up at stars in space and I still see her lovely face, No one can be better off than me. As the moon is full in measure And I'm gazing at that treasure Shining down on oceans as we dream; When dew in grass is fading fast And time is lost both near and past, No one can be better off than me. When now and then I see a friend From back inside my bank of memories; Or when wheat fields lay a 'golden And a crimson rose is unfoldin', No one can be better off than me. And when summer dies before my eyes And like a bird I'm ready to fly free; I pray that I can still love more On both sides of that mighty shore For no one could be better off than me.
Well....... Here we are , we have finally reached that day, When you and I would finally be parting our ways , I believe little brother it has come way to soon , Aways thought it would be me and it turned out to be you. This is something that we could have nevber known, Just never doubted it would be me that was first to go. Forget all your troubles and all the reason's why , And all the times we had when you were alive. Saying our goodbyes for the very last time , Makes it hard for me to hold back the tears in my eyes. Soar with the wings that were made from your Dreams, Say goodbye to your worries and troubles just enjoy being. When you get there open your eyes will you please, And when you get there will you hug Mama for me. My thoughts will be with you for the rest of my days, I will always stand tall please hear what I say . When you get there. Tac.
You are but a noun do you know? Inside of you lie me, myself, and I. Residing in light of your naked eye, This is how divine seeds sow a row. Sown high or low, So do not be shy. And do not sigh. And never, let go. Orient yourself times three, To person place and time! You are rooted like a tree, And it is secured to climb! Who is that light form living inside of you? And who is that silent one that you talk to? ®Registered: Ann Rich 2006
Beauty of emerald green waters Of river at Niagara Falls Thousands of gallons everyday Is nothing in comparison to thoughts Thoughts that flow, get captured in stream Where they meet other thoughts in flow Good thoughts coast free touching others Negative thoughts stick, form black holes Like the felled tree on the stream That catches all the dead debris Negative thoughts stick and feed each Other building a bad attitude As the water in the main path Flows free coursing on its way to Sea, good thoughts continue on to bless By word or deed others we meet
I Gathered The Aura Of Light Around Me The Aura Of Light, Softly Surrounds Me An Aura Of Light, So Bright I Closed Eyes To View Sight … Caress and Coalescence Coexistent … Luminescent by The Force of A Million-Billion, Rushing Beams ! … and Just As Many, Soft, Sweet-Dreams … GOD's Gifts, Are So Supreme !! My Sweet, Silver Sanctum Gleams ! … in The Aura Of Light Around Me …
Now I'm just a failure Too afraid to make a mistake. I've already been there, Stuck in a route that leaves no breaks. What is Your plan for me Father? At once I thought I knew. Now I'm disillusioned; Please bring me back to You.
I hear the Bells, I hear the Bells At morning, noon and night each day They are a reminder of the time A reminder of past days. And I think to myself over the years How many others have used them as I do to also keep the time To remember things as I do. A time to worship, a time to eat A time to marry, a time to meet A time to put loved ones in the the ground A time to let them take their leave. These bells have many voices Some happy and some filled with grief. They resonate with me and in me always I can still hear some of them in my sleep. I can still hear the Bells of Christmas morn Little children's faces filled with glee I can still hear the Bells of Easter morn Christ's resurrection paid our fees. I can hear their sounds for when my children were born A proud parent of a new family A family that had numbered two But was now happily three. I can hear the Bells of Sunday worship Ringing every Sunday morn Celebrating God's awesome forgiveness Celebrating the day that his son was born. I can hear the Bells from loved one's funerals As we lay their bodies to rest Never ever wanting to say earthly goodbyes Just trying to live through the sad day and do our best. These bells are part of my daily life They always have been and will continue to be The Heralds of life's brief ticking clock Unlike life, they will always continue to ring and to be. I will use them to mark my moments Both significant and mundane. I will use them to always remember To love my God and my church in every way. I will use them to remember my family I will use them to remember those friends I love To be grateful for each of my children To be grateful for just having had been. I will use them to be grateful for all of the things in my life To be grateful for all of those I love To be grateful for each of my earthly days To be grateful for the heavens above. (December 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
I knew from the beginning, That you were just a flirt; Yet I fell in love with you, Knowing I'd be hurt. I thought I could tie you down, And make you love just one; But how could I do something, No-one else had ever done. I know you never loved me, And I'm trying not to cry; For I must find the strength somehow, To kiss your lips good-bye. When you ask for me again, You'll find I won't be there; I want a love to call my own, Not one I'll have to share. So I will hide my broken heart, Beneath a laughing face; And though you'll think I never cared, No-one else can take your place.