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She who sends waves touching beautiful warm and gracious words Draws bright sunshine smiles in our hearts as they sing in her grace Flowing from the heart her beauty held in her Quill ready to write Pure diamond sparkling rainbows as a true friend is a friend in deed The tidal wave raises fine soaked sand from the bottom of the ocean And the waves curl out pearl white reflecting a most Picture Perfect Image that is truly splendid and always sublime to behold and cherish As Nature's soft wind caresses your aura and inspires your next poem She who sends these very waves touching beautiful personifies a Muse So rare, so special—and brings her influence and talents to bear in Masterfully supporting the efforts of fellow poets and dreamers as they "Spill Ink" on blank pages late at night crafting their next poetic masterpiece The very power and wonder of her good works and positive influence are Always there magnificently arrayed like pure beams of sunshine touching And dazzling all in her reach quite profoundly with the magic of her thoughts And the quiet courage of her convictions as the simply wonderful poet she is Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (Free Verse Poem), November 26, 2014 NOTE: Written in Honor of Anne-Lise Andresen for Her Fine Poetry and For Her Continued Professional Support and Encouragement of Other Fellow Poets.
Where cradled canyons sing Of ebony wood in the forest There lies a gurgling spring Where cockcrows sing their chorus To the melody of singsong birds There I've concealed my sensuous words Filled with befitted signs The saccharine whiff of my designs Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Where the fogs of night are fountains Spills of glistened moon ignite By distant silhouette mountains We dance with passion of fight Entwining ancient stance Mingling hand in hand we dance Till the mountains smile on high Near and far we spring To pursue the realest of dreams While the world cries at its seams Anxious in trouble to cling Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found To where the ridges merry make From the beaks of wooden bright In sparkly pools the ghouls awake That scarce to stir our night We watch for seekers down under Muttering secrets in their soul We bid them lucks of shivers Dipping gently in From reeds that hide a tear of a foal Under the gentle rivers Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Far away she shall ever churn The taciturn eyed She'll listen no more to turn To the working mills beside Or the scrubbing of the barn May peace weave in her song She shall wave in the yarn To a haven known as Belong Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found For she comes, the mortal youth To the wild realm of her truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only her tears be found
With a voice ornamented in ogled tension you ask me, like vulnerable flesh queries warm obsession, Do you mean to love me this way... on your mouth, a hold of hope I see to you I say... Does the sun choose to flare into sapphire atmosphere, Does the moon decide who's eyes to enchant, Does a rose ponder its tempt, Does a man dare his heart relent, Does a woman wonder whence came her allure and dare, A heatwave of heartache's swelter swells over your soul as the outcry of orgulous omens try to defy our survival, blood drops fall lonesomely from the old body of a lark a steeple bell broken by the thunder of sorrow in the dark, gold found burning into rivulets reaching into graveyard rock, you begin to weep because the weight of worry waylays your wishes for our eternity, I surround you with a love shield that shames the arrows of agony kissing you softly deep, then I tell you that fate is not our enemy, don't you understand my Lady... Sultans cannot buy or sell the feelings we share, Emperors unable to enforce the silence of our hearts, rivals are but ridiculous in attempt to dowse our flame, Time be trite in march against the magic in our care, the poetry of our purpose will not be censored by cynical marks, emotions erratic in wrath will not wrest the roots from which our passion came - J.A.B.
I Did It My Way I did it my way, not for the applause but because, Failure was not an option and I became a rebel with a cause. I wanted higher education and was told I couldn't have it all, So I had to prove them wrong even if I had to creep or crawl. I was accused of having a stubborn streak, Just because I wasn't mild and meek. Challenging every obstacle placed in my way, And all the negative things that people had to say. In spite of all the "You can't do that," that I was told, I stubbornly did it my way and confidently smashed the mold. Marching to a different drummer and dancing to my own tunes, I kept my eyes on the prize ignoring all the nay-saying buffoons. To keep on track, I learned to juggle tasks knowing I wouldn't be derailed. To keep my ducks in a row, I learned to haggle knowing I wouldn't fail. With dedication and hard work, as sure as night follows day, Success was mine because I certainly did it my way! 6-7-2014 - Submitted to contest "I Did It My Way" sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
For the lark she sings in her morning song, That brightens up my day. The pitter patter of tiny drops, Clouds fill the sky with grey. The dampened ground, that familiar smell, Now quenched refreshed anew. Brings forth forgotten memories, Of a time that I once new. Like grains of sand they ebb and flow, Those minutes of the day. In lines of endless moments, That brought forth that child at play. For is this just like déjà vu For some time I've been alone. Now standing here now humble, To all these things I've known. With gentle face a youthful pose, As we danced the night away, A tender touch a knowing gaze, No need for words to say. For what is love but a feeling? As hearts melt into one. With the blessings of good fortune, Now Care free and full of fun. For they say that hopes eternal, And all things come to he who waits. Or is that for other people, For nothing seems that straight. Given in reflected thought, To those oh so special years. Brought back in just a heart beat, I wipe away the tears. © N windle
You're The One I think of the most.You know and carry unconditional love.You have experienced the pains of pains.When You're not in My presence to walk with Me;My mind carries You and holds You deep in thought.The pureness that grows from Good devours The Evil...The walls of Your Heart fall down and open into fields No One Else can possible reach,love,know,or roam.The Wisdom of Your Fields develop and rules Valleys.Valleys expand into Vast Kingdoms filled with Knowledge,Power,and Intelligence.Across The Horizon lies The Kingdom of Heaven in boundaries of grey only a Lion Heart can visualize.The Strength of a Castle is built by Your Own two hands held by Fate.Only a Lion Heart has the keys to open the doors and the ability to cross through the rooms furnished with Destiny untold.A candle is lit.You pace the rhythm with a steady beat.Your Heart restores The Eternal Light with-in.Truth becomes factual.The Freest of Facts unfold into Beautiful Gardens. Among The Gardens indescribable Rays of Hope appear with Faith as Your Spirit.Your Spirit became The Reality of Freedom enhanced by Courage.The Courage of A Lion Heart that holds Forgiveness for All.Could it be possible that You have A Lion Heart? Respect,Understanding,Love;that is Everlasting Serenity. I often wonder where this comes from as an Orion of ringing appears undetectable in Ones Ears... The Lion roars and The Angels sing softly with-in.May Your Gift of Acceptance Shine-On...From A Creator;to an Angel,better yet A Lion Heart.Walk among The Winners just for Today... By Charlene L. Wilcox 10-13-2014
Be Courageous Above All in everything You do and become involved in since the Inverse of doing this is often anathema To leaning forward and getting things Done and becoming a viable and vibrant Force in your own life which is so important Since we all have just this one chance Within our mortal coil known as "life" To make things happen and to make a Difference and so the message should be Why wait because the positive impact You have on yourself can have that Wonderful alchemic by-product on Others you know and interact with In our finite cosmos of the Human Endeavor and so standup for your Beliefs and ideas but always be Polite and gracious to others since These attributes go a very long way In helping one to get things done and In achieving goals both big and small And so—Be Courageous Above All Since you only live once with your Current Soul Body on this most finite Mortal Earth Plane! (And don't forget To laugh at yourself from time to time!) Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 12, 2014) (Didactic Verse poetic format)
-Dr President Lady, please launch the nuclear war button- I'm packing up my girdle; I'm heading up state Where society thinks only men should run for president Chill with Bill, on the side show Hill Subsequently, he got tripped up with his hand in the biscuit jar This poem is not about me... It's not about, Hilary I'm here to cheer and throw off an early vote voluntarily I'm numbering my days with the aces Until the 2016 U.S. Presidential election Only in a woman, you'll find confidence and determination, Someplace out there is our leading lady in disguise A woman who sits down and pee's with pride A woman Like Hilary, whose place was denied in the sun I will vote for a woman who is not afraid to lead, Grab up her crotch, and fight for all the right reasons Repaint the town white and her fingernails red Blue lipstick in the breeze, a tommy gun in her possession A million dollar diamond ring, A mink from all cultures of the globe Sing hallelujah, Amen Praise the Lord! Pink ribbons of freedom, China can test all her might, It's time to feel the empowerment of a woman's delight There she'll be', sit down and enjoy, When it's time to hear her voice, The bullet will miss her beautiful mind, She'll Raid the Democratic Nomination moment of the blind Her ego on the side; when it's time to reason with society Feel the shattered glass feeling when sharks attack whitey Cop Out the Republican Bully Black Ops the Democratic Liar For women can reach, preach, and teach, Nursing a world, collaborating with every mind A barrier to be breached, a blessed moment to come, If you require a true hit, vote for a woman in the Oval Office Who said Mrs. Wonderbra can't launch the nuclear war button By:)
Revealed in that ancient place where roses become stone and lips dry as dead bone, the ruins of love my home, hopeless heart shown damp as sorrow known, rubble etched with tears of deceased romance, a barren face, my hourglass of power tilted by a hand rough as sand, body aching for velvet confection, soul suplicant for a loving land, age dulling the dream for a companion champion, stifling the search, venturing daily into the world of common hazard and animal angst standing, fighting, surviving and creating alone, an eagle with no nest, the sky infinite in distance, sea always pushing my vessel back to fortified beach, Unexpected like beauty in hunting eyes you arrived in my life's arena like a veteran of volatile virtue, speaking as if prepared to die for desire, moving with mischevious fire, you were my vulnerable Angel, most passionate pulse with carnivorous cries, we consoled one another when truth seemed cold and trust had narrow view, offering me the pinnacle pleasure of a Lady's plush rush, I became the love rider, your flesh, a sanctuary of sexual salvation, your blood, the spirit of immortal rose Divine Intervention guided you to me, and I to you, together the meaning of love grows J.A.B.
Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad. Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of one single person Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can't meet my own expectations. Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me and I smile Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don't even understand whether I won or lost. Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me, Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land Sometimes I give up so easily Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world, And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly. Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy Sometime I feel dejected with my own success. Sometimes I help others and show them the right path Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don't know where to go Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that. U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat. So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!
Porcelain doll hangs on shadows and wings Of twilight's frame. Guarding an autumn child The toy lightens ink of stenciled dusk As her enamel fingers gleam like candles Yellow the stars where she comes from robed in fine lace . Through heaven's print An angel in disguise bestows love, as Porcelain doll hangs on shadows and wings Rick Parise's 8 Lines 7 Words Enjambment Contest by nette onclaud
Feet not up yet dreaming looking into the deep distant horizon screams need to take turf in remembering howls across oceans mourning dream special wish You would want a good fire tonight for sure ice stormy fierce cold cutting out walking giant waves hitting of the shore thundering pounds lashing clash Today the wind fairly woke me up piercing wide eye opening vision Then when I got home just felt ten years younger alive again one storm Now that's a good omen laughing to myself carries one to the high Heavens Must be the salted spray love mixed with sea mist smashes you to the ground love New therapy go out to the sea front as gales howling with angry force break news blowing giant waves crashing heavy of cliffs thundering roars echoes inside sad Wind spitting sea salt sand peppering the face in your hardened heart hate remains your driving engine unforgiving hung up on the past
JE SUIS CHARLIE — Afterthought The shock of this most frightening tragedy is practically beyond the pale of any reasonable or adequate attempt or effort to explain it or to rationalize the horrible circumstances surrounding it. Let me just say that all of us who are writers and poets ply our poetry, "our intellectual wares," if you will, in a common written medium that expects the same unrestricted level of freedom of speech and expression exercised by those extraordinarily brave artists at "Charlie Hebdo" who were recently murdered in cold blood by self-styled Islamic extremists in Paris. It is also equally saddening and deplorable that some courageous police officers died in the line of duty defending these freedoms as well as some other security people and hostages caught up in the midst of these most terrifying circumstances. The heinous actions perpetrated by these armed extremists destroyed innocent lives and affected the lives of a number of loved ones whose burden of sadness and tragedy is unimaginable. Their actions also were an attempt to strike at the very heart of those sacred freedoms that all of us who live in open societies and democracies cherish as part of our everyday lives. The armed extremists, by their actions, also personified and demonstrated an obvious affectation for barbarity, stupidity, ignorance, and cowardice that were all on ample display as a result of what they did. Freedom of speech and expression are among those certain historic inalienable rights given to all of us by the divine hand of God himself, and certainly not by the generosity of any government or religious group (regardless of faith). The brave souls who died at Charlie Hebdo, died exercising this most sacred franchise. The point I'm driving at is this: Those extremists who committed these most reprehensible actions of recent against their fellow man did not win in spite of their collective efforts to destroy lives and to sully these precious freedoms that all of us as writers and artists hold so very dear. The outpouring of emotion and sadness in support of these slain heroes in the face of this most despicable crime is quite compelling, and underlies the continuing determination of all of us who love and cherish the freedoms of speech and expression to continue to speak out and to exercise these sacred rights without reservation. With all of this in mind, I humbly and proudly conclude my narrative to all of you here by saying and echoing as loudly as possible: "Je Suis Charlie" . . . "I am Charlie." Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 10, 2015) (Narrative)
Falling Into Her Vision From The Start The sky bent to her loving will losing her brought an epic chill Never ever would I let her go she the angel whiter than snow Music sounds when she walks in she my lover, my eternal friend Days we traveled in love's embrace I deeply lost in her sweet grace No power could ever stop my ardor every time apart so much harder! My heart she gave again its birth I love her for all I am ever worth Those long nights we burned in bed never did I ever fear to tread Path to her sweet treasure trove I ran, leaped and delightfully dove Each morn her face sang to my soul it was she that again made me whole My All bent to her loving desires she the Sun fueling my sexual fires! Yes, she happily ate my burning heart As I fell into her vision from the start! 09-27-2014
I got your sweet perfumed letter So good to hear you're missing me Trace your words with my finger Your note is such Heaven to me Bombs bursting in the background There's ash on all the leaves of trees So many cry out in desperation The mist of war is such Hell to me Your lip print on my war letter Girl, you know it's still a perfect fit When I read you're home waiting I find the courage to never quit I see you've been busy with ribbons One on Oak for everyday I've been gone And my heart melts a thousand times When I read your romantic song Now it says right here, "to get home" I guess you're giving orders now Oh, we could use you in this Army When my buddies saw ya they'd say "WOW!" Your letter ends with smudged lines Misty tears must have rained down But I know every thought your thinking Even from this miserable battleground Girl, I'm going to follow your orders I'll fight and return safely home Until then how about another war letter When they are in my pockets.. I'm never alone Your perfumed letters are in my pockets Here with me, I'm never alone In the mist of war.. I'm never alone! *The poem is the husband-warrior's thoughts as he reads and experiences the letter in the mist of war. "Oak" is what they call their big oak tree in the front yard. Sponsor: gautami phookan Contest: Sketch A Character
Heavenly bliss Shawn and Shauna fell deeply in love And were on their way to be wed When a car, on that day, took their lives straight away As both of their bodies, lie dead But their spirits were both drawn to heaven As they stood, in front of the gates Saint Peter was there, at the top of the stairs When Shawn hollered loudly "Just Wait" Now Peter looked puzzled, at Shawn And said "This is no time to tarry " Shawn spoke again, and refused to go in Without being properly married Saint Peter replied very softly "We don't do that kind of thing here But if you're willing to wait, "I'll see if I can, get it cleared" Three months went by, while they waited Saint Peter, show up with a Priest "I know it was slow, But I want you to know You'll be married Forever at least" As the wedding was getting started Shawn asked a question, with doubt What happens here in heaven "If this marriage just doesn't work out" A silent filled up the heavens Saint Peter, was shaking his head And once he regained his composure This is what Saint Peter said "It took Three Months to find a Priest In this Heavenly Foyer How long do you think, I'll take for me Up here, to find you a Lawyer ?"
Oh, Albert its Alice I missed you today Many years since you went away You left me with orders To await your return Oh Albert its Alice We had so much to learn I remember that summer of 1913 The storm was coming, we had not seen The sun was shining upon our true love Do you remember that brooch, with the little white dove? We kissed on the Station, you had to go The train steamed you from me – rather too slow It let me see you drifting away Oh Albert its Alice, I missed you today The 4th of November 1917 My sisters' baby had started to wean Your Vera told me you weren't coming home You had fallen in action, you weren't alone... ...there was Billy, Tommy and Freddie Jones From red brick houses, from coal heated homes Escaping the drudge of daily toil Back to Earth, back to the soil But Albert its Alice, I missed you today We kept our promise to always be true You to me and me to you I have kept my life on a single track Hoping that one day you'd make it back But Albert its Alice, that train never came Returning its passengers home safe again I'm lonely Albert, in this crowded room Everything's whizzy, bangy and boom Things are so different since you left I'm in a home now "it's for the best" Albert, oh Albert I need you today Albert its Alice, my looks have now gone We lost our daughter and lost our son I could not conceive without my true love But I've still got the brooch with the little White dove Oh, Albert its Alice, I'll see you soon I still sing along to our favourite tune A lifetime of waiting, a lifetime of loss Oh, Albert its Alice, let's not be cross Oh Albert, now, you're waiting for me Remember the park? Remember our tree? It stands at the entrance of Executive Homes They can't see our names from their mobile phones Oh, Albert its Alice, I missed you today I miss our home, where you lived with me I called our home 'The Cherry Tree' I say "our" home, you've always been there Oh, Albert you're with me – you really did care Oh, Albert its Alice, my tears have been shed Lying alone in my cold single bed They put your name on a role of honour I was very thankful that they would even bother Oh, Albert if only they'd missed you that day So here I sit – waiting to go You all left before me, and I'm now rather slow My body is old, but my soul is still young But Albert Oh, Albert It was the war that we won Oh, Albert its Alice, I'll join you today.
While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day. Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say. My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems. My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly Knowing your reaction will never greet me. Tonight will be different in what I want you to know. It has everything to do with what I can't help but show. I hold no claim to any religion but you've given me a place for my faith. Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste. You've shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, And so before it I choose to kneel. I know I don't say it but I miss you every day. Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice, Yet when you call I can't find any of the right words to say. I'm just happy to finally hear your voice. Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart; Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we'll have to part. I'll never be too far from you, always within arm's reach, And in your days of darkness I'll be the light that you will seek. I'll never let you leave too far from me, I'll stay close behind you in this world; Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl. I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ. Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy. I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips And see the very best of you in loving bliss. I see past the physical which makes you attractive And focus on the things I can't see in which I'm attracted. Your thoughts I'd love to hear them all. Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call. My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. And you I will pursue viciously, Because I've given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally. Yes our day will come, I know someday we'll be as one. And you I will pursue viciously, Because I've given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
To be called .. ~ Grandma is a Honor ~ I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~ ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~ For he loved his Brother so much in the womb , he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~ Time passed another gift to see we are " Mickes" and Loved Our Dad held the title in Baseball ~ that's how we roll ~ those children are Grandmas hero's The Irish they love big and Family is everything The brothers will protect the beautiful sister ~ as many lads will be calling ~ Every time my Grandson hits a home run There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~ either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given These children have been blessed~ ~ a beauty to hard to describe If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom That girl can stop Traffic after raising three and still~ "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren " May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
He was always so happy strong and bold. He'd give you the shirt off of his back. Tough. Independent. He had a rough life growing up through the depression, but like he always does, he got through it. He has two boys, of whom he is so proud. Moved from Regina, to Victoria. He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted. But ever since his wife died, he has not been the same. Sad Lonely Empty. But like he has always done, he got through it. Mind slipping, just a little forgetful. That's how it always starts out... But like always, he powered through it, until now... He is not the same person that I used to know. He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind. Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes. He likes to play the blame game, but we know he doesn't remember that it was him. He wakes up in the night shaking with pain, tears streaming down his face. There is nothing we can do, Oh well... Two more tylenol. Hold on to hope for as long as you can, It's only a matter of time now. He gets vocal, a very loud tone. He'll block you in your room and make false accusations But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him. Tick tock, tick tock... You can't handle the stress anymore you have to leave. Just hope for the best, maybe it will get better. Surprise, it doesn't. Your denial is foolish, everyone knows what happens next. Sedation Medication Anger Hurt All results of dementia
In Unison- ~No Chain, No Charm~ United we own Firm, full of finest goodies- Our ground of freedom. United we stand Firm from failure and horror- On the ground of strength. United we pray Faithfully with open mind- Our bliss is assured.
L-iving in a world of vast souls formed from another voided world, E-ntering thru portals from their world to earth. O-ozing spetacular smell and wail when the chips are down. N-urtured from cradle to adulthood-independent entity with a new world to face. O-rganizes oneself for the task ahead,passing thru hurdles of life unabased and unabashed. R-eaps the fruit of labor with joy or heavy heart. A-ge sets in,mission accomplished or not will dawn on the entity. I-n retrospect,he thinks about his childhood and how life was to him. L-iving in confidence or shame,he bows his head in victory or defeat. O-nly the taste of time will tell the durability of his achievements. V-oid of preference the aim result bears the foundation for his lineage. E-njoyment or lack lies with the works of the man,for there is no food for the slothful. Y-oung ones,a stitch in time saves nine,make haste while the sun shines. O-iling your lamb always like the ten virgins is the key to success. U-rging you to shun peer pressure and focus on the course marked out for you by fate,so a fulfilled life you shall live. An acrostic for you Leonora Galinita.
I want you.. And I was made just for you I'll make love to you All the night with you Feel my heart that burns in fire Look my eyes that full of desire As our bodies ignite in passion Our souls chain in a strong union Carressing every part of you Gives me satisfaction Dancing in the hymn of love That just the two of us can hear it loud Nothing seperate me from you No one could make me feel like the way you do Our passion for each other binds us together And our love for each other makes us FOREVER!
I just want my summertime To be at a stand still. Sometimes, when women cross my mind, I'm not sure just what to feel. I'd like to call her friend, And I want us to mean something. I can find several, yet in the end, It seems like all I have is nothing. So where is the evidence That says I should move forward? Show me a sign that's heaven sent; A point I should move toward. ©2013 Honestly JT
She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.
Here I lie beside you My heart goes thump.thump.thump. My soul dances inside you Reveling in the texture of your own. Electric and flowing The currents of our love Glow like neon lights Illuminating the hope in my eyes. Though we're not moving I feel so incredibly alive Invincible to my past Untouchable by all who lack That gentle touch of when You lean in and brush my face Your lips grazing my skin Softer than a butterfly. And then you gaze into my eyes I fall into your depths Twirling like the autumn leaves Melting into your smile Your soul reminiscent of summer. You pull me into your arms And for a moment I'm lost Breathless and in awe Staring in the face of pure exquisite love And there you are - holding it Glowing in the moonlight of my stare. My heart beats - its drum pounding away Echoing a song thats lost its words I touch your cheek and smile My hands cant stay away My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours Hovering, and then - Part, a soft warmth against them. My eye lids pulling shut Dragging me into a silent heaven I pull away - and what seemed millennia Lasted only a moment, a second in time But this is our love This is what you do to me You make me invincible and fragile Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.
Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson Sep. 13, 2012 My Poetry on PoetrySoup Stinking Thinking Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./ What moisten the soul without an inkling?/ Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./ Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley, Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./ How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/ Now it's as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/ Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./ As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./ Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./ Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/ Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/ It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./ So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/ When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it. That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed. Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup God Bless.
QUEEN Queen Wealthy Knights delight Off with the head Public appearance Ruler of her domain Kingdom all in love with her Joker enjoyment of her day Crown comes with hope, more than expected King is nothing with out her by his side KING King Foolish Crown from birth Battle with in Gravel at his feet Castle guarded armor Feast prepared just for a king Lovely mistress among peasant Medieval time war brought down the peace Queen rules kingdom, when horse returns alone
when one must make a decision, you think over it carefully. when this decision effects only you, it can be easy. but when it effects some one else, it becomes difficult and confusing. when you must make a decision for yourself and another, your judgement can become...... blurred. one choice is good for you, and the other better for the other. what if whats good for you will ruin the other, and whats good for the other will ruin you. should one do for themselves, be happy while the other suffers. or suffer while the other is happy. the answer is simple....... if you love them, then you will sacrifice anything for them.... and if they love you, then there is a third option, an option in which no one suffers. this is true because love is a separate choice all together. no one should suffer. and both should be happy. so i think when there is love, there is no decision, there is only whats right.
be mindful human rights are human ways that lead down be careful the words above always remain wear no crown trap the sin destroy the lie of conceit look within don't consume all that you see you will feel wrong like fire
Bob had been a lonely man ever since His wife of fifty years had passed. "Lord, let me join her." he would pray. "Let this day be my last." Each day, he went to the cemetery, Just a short walk down the street. After their talk, he would water her flowers And hear passers-by whisper, "How sweet." One gray and misty morning, He had hoped for sunnier skies To plant fall bloomers at her graveside; But, there, to his surprise… Stood an old dog beside her stone; Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose. He whined as Bob approached, as if to say, "I could use a friend, you know." He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers, Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place. Then, after the last one was planted, He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob's face. Bob smiled. "I had a dog when I was young… Pal…he was a mighty good one too. So, if you don't mind old fella, That's what I'll call you." Pal may have been an old dog, But he was smart and handsome in his way; So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal And a bath, if he decided to stay. Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass. He slept on a blanket in the den. In the night, he dragged it next to Bob's bed. He intended to be Bob's best friend. Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too; Never made a mess or got in trouble. He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees; And when Bob called, he 'd come on the double. Yes, Pal gave Bob's life new purpose. A special bond of friendship was cast. And never again did Bob pray, "Lord, let this day be my last." For twelve years, the very best of friends, Together night and day; And so it was, until one night, Both quietly passed away. The next morning, an old woman, Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes, Brought flowers to her husband's grave; But there, to her surprise…. Stood an old dog beside the stone, Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose. He whined as she approached, as if to say, "I could use a friend, you know." He sat calmly as she took old flowers And put fresh ones in their place. He carefully sniffed the fresh ones, Then turned and licked her face. She smiled. "I had a dog when I was young... a good one too. His name was Pal."
I came from different hands 'til you had me. From pieces you picked me and gave meaning. Designed me patiently to let others see my flair. You gave me a brand new life,you made me whole. Until somebody saw my beauty and had me owned. At first, he treated me so gently, like nobody does. Days passed, then he forgot my worth. I'm always left in a corner of his home. Even though I was hurting, I kept on serving him all day long. He wasn't contented, he used and abused. Let all people come and go without even notice. They just passed by, as if not aware that I was there. No one really cared, they left me broken and unclean. And finally, the day that I awaited.... The time came for me to be free. After all the pain he'd caused me. My final journey, time for me to take a ride. I can't help not to wave goodbye. And keep myself asking why. Why did he let me in to his life, then throw me away after all that I've done. He left me with a hanging line... asking myself now...WHAT AM I TO YOU? ** 2nd Place Winner in PD's Contest: WHAT AM I?**
" one piece of diamond ring," leads to a milestone journey. Written by: AiyaH De Torres Entry for :Just Ten Words Poetry Contest by nette onclaud 4/8/2014 ** 6th place Winner**
Enter a storybook tale Where I can be The heroine you hail Lucid dreams of soft reflection A touch heated with lust and desired protection A breathe a gasp as we succeed Join the fairytale with me Valiant night within dark eyes the right movement and I make them shine like moonlight on the steamy hot spring care to follow for a little dip with me Trailing like the water at my fingertips Grasp me around my hips As close as the breeze on my skin Whisper lies as I let you in Lips mumbling up my thighs bare heart exposed to the sky fire burning in my veins Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave Trembling with desire Take me till we've lost count of the hours enter this storybook tale Where I can be the heroine you hail
A decade and a half years ago Explored Earth to and fro Begging help and guidance too Seeking knowledge from without But to no avail answers were still kept Keep wandering until Buddha and I met Uttered words never heard Radiates wisdom upon my head Overrated queries were answered.
Don't you fall, don't make me sad anymore Whenever you call, it makes me feel so helpless I know what is hurting, deep down inside you With no place to hide and crying's not selfish But I will be here whenever you reach out I'm always here for you, you are never without I see those eyes, I do not like them When they are weeping, but when you fly I see you smiling when you lie there just sleeping I understand what everyone is thinking But I see two eyes so playful and beautifully sinking And how I adore you, so stop what you are thinking Love comes from I, in the wind it blows It swirls all round you; I know how it's life And just how it goes, I am just so happy I found you And I miss you, when you are not here And I know that you love me, and I know all your fears So don't ever fall, don't make me sad anymore Whenever you call I know all your feelings; I know when you've been weeping You told me them all; I tell you I love you You are so happy flying and smile when you are sleeping I think of you as you are sleeping I know where you go Right into my heart just like an arrow So don't ever fall, don't make me sad anymore Whenever you call, I will pick you up once more And let you fly and fly into your sweet dreams As you sing into them all, I will hear a song As sweet as a new bird, who sings to the skies Whenever she flies written 05-26-12,
You have sent me your elegant portrait Saying it will fill the void in my life Not realizing that it will further frustrate And cut my heart like a blade of knife I tried to talk to it, it wouldn't answer I tried to kiss it; its lips were cold like ice Ignoring my frailty and heart's seeded cancer Its locks unfurl nor roses of cheeks entice Your colors it wears nor ravishing perfume It neither cheers nor languishing heart console My love! Was it so difficult to presume! An image only wasn't my craving's goal Can an image respond to an earnest embrace? Can it feel ones fondness, ones caress My kisses don't change the color of face On my chest it doesn't spread its tress Its eager fingers do not comb my hair It doesn't seek the coziness of my arms It comforts my anguish nor my despair It doesn't heal my afflictions; it only harms I am craving for you, my love, not an image Bird of life may seek freedom from body's cage
Three years left me Bruised and broken Sitting in a pile Of what use to be myself But you stumbled back into my life A man become from The boy I knew in childhood And offered me your hand My instinct whispered of my past It spoke the lies he once said And I sat there with a lit cigarette Puffing on the smoke I wondered what was truth You knelt on your knees And I saw the truth was you Tenderly, nervously, I laid with you My hope, my trust, my heart You found a way to hold it all You made me laugh, Around you I wouldn't flinch I started to fall Terrified But I started to fall Every Instinct screamed Telling me Id hit the ground That you would be no where to be found But you were just as scared You fell and I wasn't there Too caught up in my own hurt I forgot to see your worth My eyes squeezed tight Afraid to see the ground rise I opened them up And there you were Arms wide and ready Strong and steady Teaching me to love again
I looked at you when we were young! I saw a future of love and hope. I looked at you ten years later, our love and trust could always cope. I looked at you as twenty years past, thinking then our love could not last... I walked away and then came back to the love we once had... Now eight years later time flies by, we live, we love in times good and bad. I sit and look at you and imagine ten years from now... Hoping, believing that time will keep our vow... To have and to hold until death us do part, your hands, tenderness and love keeps my heart. Together we walk hand in hand, forever bound to walk this land. To walk in love and faith and trust, to have, to hold, our love a must... You were my love when first we met, and will forever that is no bet... I love you my special friend and wife, I always will, for the rest of my life... I love you... Your husband...
I will not be another statistic out on the street without a dime to my name I will not be another out cast Who can't go into a store with being looked down on I will not be someone's deadbeat baby mama My kids will have a dad who is married to me I will not be your excuse For every wrong thing that goes wrong in your life I will not be misused Like some rag to blow your nose I will not be abused Like the constant alcohol you drink I will not be the victim of the bottomless, self-righteous world i live in today I will be my own person standing strong and tall above those who try to bring me down I will be the painting to look at for comfort I will be the leader that leads my people to the great victory that they need to be in I will be a lover One who will cherish my husband like no other I will be a great mother to my kids forever and always I will be forever standing tall no matter what this world brings me I will turn this world upside down AND I WILL NOT GIVE UP
An expression of allegiance to the image in one's eye A vow to never forsake thee even with a miniature lie Or even a blemish to the bond that our souls share Believers need not a dream nor a single prayer The obstacle of faith is believing without seeing And the beauty is the truth that one is being Being this imaginary image my eyes have never seen Making me trust that one's hands remain clean Free of all impurities and trouble that seems to follow Preventing this heart from a hole so deep and hollow Or killing a dream filled with optimism for tomorrow And consistent in every way and not just words you borrow More than devotion, something like a promise from the heart A commitment to thee that this joy shall never depart And drain the evil thoughts so that they no longer flow Only the King of the mountains in the celestial skies above can truly know That the words which provide me with comfort are authentic Not just false portraits of happiness pretending to be photogenic Or fabrications misleading the naive and the blind But giving contentment to this confused mind Leading one away from the thought of destruction and disaster Establish my faith the same way as my pastor Make one feel like there is only I and no other Build this trust so high that belief can go no further Uncover your words and leave no mask Because your faithfulness is all that I ask
(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman's virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman's wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman's affection, winning is the only option. (O)- A real woman's main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone's better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side. (M)- A real woman's presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman's life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man's ribs and ends in the beat of his heart. (A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man's pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny. (N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.
In the past I remember how things were so simple When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child When I think again my heart told me I was so wild Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain With such under statement I did things for no gain I was a child who held true to what he has learned But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned When I made up my mind that people was not kind I led myself in a confusion that I was blind In the past I do recall that seeing is believing So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee The feeling of tingling ran through my vain My view of the world and people who knew me was stained Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray And rather fallow everyone I just walk away
I can see you up ahead of me I am following in your footsteps no matter how fast I walk I cannot catch up your footsteps are bigger than mine but they were warm and safe to step in you turn around and smile encouragingly then return to your journey thank you for your footsteps when I can no longer see you they will always be here pointing me in the right direction Dora Roimata Langsbury 27 June 2009 Written for my father, Kuao Langsbury, for his 75th birthday gift.
In soft smooth tones I hear your words "I'm falling in love with you." Catching your breath I dive along into your sunset into your opened treasure, gentle rays of light In strengthened spiritual heart You continue to shower courage, hope and dreams "I'm falling in love with you." Feeling your words falling stars onto me onto my heartbeat, opening my solitary cage Fearing sun-setting moments when darkness take away sunlight I fear of leaving you when life leaves this body "I'm falling in love with you." Seeing myself becoming a shooting star a shining one in the sky, shining only for you In the dimness of my vision when all understanding is lost You stay still by my side "I'm falling in love with you." Simple words taking away my breath as I feel my soul flying to the Heavens a star in the night sky, when everything else is dark... ...You'll See Me Smiling At You... -------------------------- Inspired by 'The Fault in Our Stars' Poem created: 12th May 2014 For Poem Contest: Into the sunsets
The Color Missing Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people's mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death. 'But what about the Green pens?' I ask. They say 'the ink is too hard to see.'
We have been together treasured joy now for many years we trust each other with our emotions, with affection, tears, Any day when you are sick or hurting I feel your pain - significant other, when eighter-one needs attention we help one another... These mutual friendly feelings for assistance, approval, support form our tight bonds, usually never broken Sharing visions, time together we respect each other, regardless of shortcomings I know you, "I love you anyway"
Loyalty One self Virtuous Eternity
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
Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream -------------------------------------------------------------- Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan; And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands. And while I don't remember all the Players' names, They're my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game. When they're on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all; And when they're on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach's call; Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads; The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for the mighty Big Red. And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were known only by a few, Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too. Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight, They 're ready and they're willing, their spirit and their sacrifice add to Big Red's might. I stand in awe of Sooner Magic. No, I never doubt it. My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it. But don't misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games; It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and glorified the name. Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most. Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast: "My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names; But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose… They play the game.
You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I'm willing to take You have my word; I'll give you my breath It's like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I'll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I'll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you'll arise Please don't look back, coz I'm fighting still I'm hurting so much! Don't want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I'm bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.
You almost had me, I wanted you, The way you stuck to me like super glue, I was feeling you, But I knew, I could never have you, But, the way you looked at me, The way my body pleads, We can never be, Because I'm too old, And your only thirteen.
The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton
I see the whispers of a new day upon the dew laden ground I must awaken my soul to the new start that I have found Way beyond the valley floor I seek a new day I travel lightly as I wander and begin to pray Sketched among the larkspur and daffodils I find solace I wander to an ageless maple tree and find quiet justice Yonder above a time worn cliff I see magic brewing An eagle and its young are beginning breakfast chewing Wandering along I see Gods' magic paintbrush everywhere Tokens of a new beautiful day is upon me to share I kindle my restless heart with a truth in knowing That I have found my savior at what He is showing
Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman thrown like an old shoe marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order
They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark, Her name was Sacagawea. On an expedition they did embark Finding the passage to the sea. Down the Missouri they traveled, Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend. Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled; At the Columbia River they'd end. ©2013 Honestly JT
Streaks of Ink, Across a blank page Sounds of expression, to be released on stage Words flow midair, only a chosen few understand Emotions from each side, both beautiful & bland Not your typical poet, nothing at all like the displays So rare and unique, strong and bright like the morning rays Words from experience, from dreams and my reality of life Words form memories Memories of struggle, love and strife No copy and paste, No stolen words here These are cries from my heart Emotions created throughout the years Poetic Justice A title I endure so deep A gift from my God, I've chosen to keep No particular topic, Just pure extacy from word play Spilling these words brings me a high, I must say A poet, A writer and a singer some days I welcome you to the pieces of me My words shall guide you through my mind aka my maze. Kioshi Love <3
COURAGE Courage, Beloved child of love, Help me overcome fear As to sacrifice my ego On the altar of Devotion! © Demetrios Trifiatis 9 January 2013
A puzzle piece you are to me Like a vine without any leaves. Your heart is pure your soul is Gold, the sweetest thing I'll ever hold! A miracle in my eyes it seemed, knowing they said no babies for me! Always a surprise you seem to be just like a puzzle piece! At 9 months you walked but not until 4 did you first talk! Always a terror making a beautiful mess always a surprise that has yet to be met! The twists and turns I know we will see will seem somewhat like a roller coaster to me! The milestones and special gifts you bring will make my life seem Like a dream, my special boy I have always said How special I knew not till Aspergers they said! The journey will be trying the journey will seem long! But with our family together we will chug along! My special boy I love you so and cannot wait to see you mature and grow! Now we have a goal we have our dream you see to make you the perfect fitting puzzle piece!! Written by: Christina Kirks McCullouch 04/05/2012 For Jonathan S McCullouch Jr Mommy loves you to eternity and beyond! Forever and always!
Inspirational poem.. Rising Golden red sun all its way..dedicated to all of you guys..wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare The Rising Red sun As like the charming moon and luminous star fades away. It promises to send the dynamite sun shining in the sky. Due to which oceano pearl glitters all the day. Praying god for the happiness in all our way. The morning sagas made me understand, Me and my vivacious life. But When I look back and pick up the souvenir of my childhood. Its just nostalgic. Feel like to go back to the teenage. The sustained pain is the only option left that I can't get those days of my innocence back. All I could make up my mind and just say, move on. Just move on. Ray of hope chimed my heart. Because god gifted me Something and added in my cart. Provided me and my sincerity towards work can't depart. From the very day uplifted to give a quick start. The moment I realized the magnetising power of the sun. Felt trust on it and renovated my life again by attenuating my pains. Rest all I expect peace my thee. Left with the ray of hope. Bless us MY god, My lord !!!!! Wrote by: Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
It's silly isn't it? That I could fall for you so easily And you not give two shits? You spoke your drunken words And admitted to always loving me It was the best thing I had ever heard. When we hung out soon after And I left you with a kiss I didn't think the feelings mattered. But as we spent time apart I realized it wasn't the same You had won my heart. I got drunk and spilled my words And you said you still felt the same I was happier than a bird. We made plan after plan You always fell through I felt like a speck of sand. You told me you were trying to get a girl I smiled and bared the tears I had hoped to be the girl. You soon stopped replying I started to break down I was almost done trying. But no not tonight I got drunk and spilt more words I hope I did what's right. I thought we were the perfect fit I fell for you so hard But, that's silly, isn't it?
THE MATRIARCH (In Memory of Eva Vescovi Dixon 1910-2010) by Tina (Vescovi) Lasley She was a Sister, Mother, Aunt and Friend Someone on whom you could always depend She was Counselor, Advisor, and Mentor to all There to pick us up if we should fall She was persistent, tenacious and so strong willed Not one to be stopped or one to be stilled She was ahead of her time in so many ways Working on war planes in her early days Owning a restaurant and a Florist too When it was an uncommon thing for Women to do Arranging flowers each and every day Making sprays and bouquets to earn her way Raising two Sons all on her own Without self help books and how to be shown Working long hours, six days a week No time for vacations or much rest to seek She made time for us all, to sit and chat Telling stories from the past about this and that She remembered all the names in the photo book When we would ask as we took a look Her homemade ravioli's were the best around Her sweet potato pie could always be found Family recipes passed one to another Learned from the great Italian Mother She kept regular hair appointments, clear to the end Her "Beauty Operator", more Family than Friend She was loved by her neighbors and all that she knew Long standing friendships through the years that grew Each year, her garden she'd tend Sharing her bounty with Family and Friend There wasn't a plant she couldn't revive Even when you thought it would never survive She tried to retire at age 75 But missed being around people and feeling alive Back to work she went for 17 more years Working part time at a Florist that happened to be near She retired a 2nd time at age 92 Finding ways to keep busy with things to do She befriended two robins that followed her around Moving from window to window, until she could be found Grandmother, Great Grandmother, to such a big brood Her hugs and kisses sure to lift your mood She will always be remembered at the door waving goodbye Trying hard to smile with a tear in her eye She saw so much in her 100 years Even outlived all of her peers But the good Lord said, "Eva, it's time to go" Heaven is waiting on you to show.
Every moment I can't see your face; These are the days and nights when I miss you. I ask that you stay for always, On sunny days and when it rains too. If I speak to another pretty dame, She's not the flame inside that grows. In my heart you will remain; This one thing I'd like you to know. ©2013 Honestly JT For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest
I rise to face yet still more life again And know my day will be about my age Through sight that makes all things appear opaque I hear about each third word spoken clear. I walk with cane a slow but sure tempo And get to where I aim without much fuss Yet still it seems I burden those who care To take the time to bare my years nonpluss. Each time I rise to face my life once more Trumps thoughts of laying still without regard For pains one takes to move upon this earth Or see and hear with clarity implored. I thank my Lord for each new day He gives And givers who see beyond one's struggle With patience and always kind words spoken Dignity and respect to me maintained.
??? ???? ?????? ?????? The Wandering Yogi From city to city, from every town to town Catching every smile to smile, every frown to frown. His allegiance goes to the exalted one, not any nobility nor the crown. The mysterious venture itself is a compass – forever trailing up and down. He vision's more to the sandstorm than just the sands might. What he really seeks is the commandeering winds, hidden from man's sight. For he is like a moth, forever trying to follow the mystical light. A servant of humanity, here to douse out ones fiery plight. The mystical light to him, is like the sweet essence of nectar to a bee His journey has no fragrant flower to guide the way, only his heart must see. The burden of Caste, Creed and Colour cannot weigh him down – forever he is free. These bitter ingredients are for his pestle and mortar, mixed together to serve he. Always alert, always ominous. Wary of the treacherous thorns. Even the smallest prickle can poisonously permeate – towards the path of the one with horns. Decorating his path to God for others to follow – moving on as he adorns. And for those who have permanently set their ship astray – he shall set up half mast, for he mourns. From sunrise to sunset. From a healthy youth to a venerable age. Adhering to his spiritual principals. A beacon of knowledge – a mystical sage. Until he reaches his beloved, his only shelter against this life is faith and a hermitage. Walking steadfast on an arduous journey of pain and languish – travelling away from life's cage. The Wandering Yogi. Feedback would be great!
The eye,a sign the unwise can't comprehend Forged from the world's origin,an illumination in darkened minds,for the enlightened ones like Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac Newton,John Milton....etc. The eye is a tree with many branches like Priory of Scion,Knight templars,I.O.G.T,United Nations,Masonic Lodge,Music industry, Politics,global economy, etc stretching beyond human imaginations-felt in all corners of earth. The world is clothed through wisdom from above. The eye,all seeing sign,an invincible emblem of power and riches to the lion hearted and loyal souls. A seat of influence and fame. Creating the social order through men of power.... Some see it as a curse,others a blessing. I feel it,the great eye is everywhere watching you!
When I tell you that I love you I mean it like NO other It does not come from my mind nor my heart But from deep within my soul I love you with the innocence of an infant and the playfulness of a child Like the daydream of a teenager and the content in a woman's smile It's a love that grows within me every time I meet your gaze A love that embraces and binds me in so many different ways A love that sparkles on the river like the sun could only get brighter As breathtaking as the waterfalls which make discomforts lighter A love that has the power to make the forests much more greener That illuminates the ocean and makes all melodies sound sweeter A love that views the night sky more magical than it seems That allows me to fall sleep and have the most enchanting dreams A love that puts me at ease and gives me peace of mind It encompasses all of my beliefs and strengthens bonds to the Divine This love in its entirety was not even portrayed above As there is no earthly way to even begin to describe my love I cannot say that I will love you forever, as that is a time to measure In the place that I truly love you, time does not exist It is in the land of light where only this love subsists
We have come to the juncture They are at the turnaround Hey, They are headed for Heaven Yet, the others' Are heaven bound With no distention They are lost to be found They are looking for Eternal Edification, which can only Be found through the trust of God - And - To thy God, Ye' must Submit or become like The others' Amidst' the bottomless pit Gary Fields Poet/Author
You will want to come back one day Like the crashing of a waterfall Hard yet soft at the same time With variations in light Swirling, reflecting off the water You will want to come back one day Like a butterfly on a journey Flying high, steadfast Silhouetted by sunlight at dusk Elegantly shinning You will want to come back one day Like a trees search for light Extending it's branches directionally Frantic to find the missing sun You came back one day Patina beautiful, aged gracefully Like the floors in our home Beautifully antiqued like our lives
My love I can not find you anywhere, I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, because you are my soulmate, and us being apart can not be fate. You did not leave because you wanted to, It just was just something you had to do. I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, and knowing you was the love of my life, yet I would not make you my wife. I know that's what you really wanted and now I am feeling haunted, by the things I should have done, and you being the only one I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. But you are gone and I can not go on, so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.
Though I may not do him justice, with my meager skills, I write of Aaron Guttery Most of you probably don't know him, but I feel you would, By simply reading his poetry With a pen in hand and vast of oceans of ink He's ready to tackle the world, swim or sink He's been here, just thirteen years on God's green earth And already he knows the difference between price tag and worth It's not about package, for that's just flashy covering for the stuff kept inside Though very talented he doesn't gloat - but recalls how Satan's first sin was pride He had a brave and humble mission to show us the world in a totally different light When things are tough you can't just wait for the storm to pass, You adjust the sails and face the night The world is a top and we simply tag along for the ride Unaware of those that have to fight just to survive He wrote raps like Misfit - telling everyone he was an outsider looking in But he also wrote Irreplaceable - exposing the heart of gold hidden within Through all the hard times and he still exalts the Savior It's written right there in black and white, you can see it through his behavior He told me once "I don't believe I have anything to envy". But I can plainly see that's just not true Through the solace of mind to pen, and pen to paper, he sees clearly There's just no way around it, words are stuck on him, like stubborn glue Men four times his age are still looking for "the next big thing" Still not knowing how precious little joy that brings To relish in the temporary, with all your might, To fall in love with a moment that's born to die All the while the questions that were worthy of asking Are held up above like so many stars in the sky Keep writing on, my friend. You affect the world than you know. There is much more life in store for you And I hope you share it with us all, as you continue to grow Keep your feet on the ground and head in the clouds Life ain't a library, so if you got something to say, shout it out loud Those that matter will listen with their ears perked to the extreme And those that just roll their eyes aren't worthy of being apart of your dream Never ditch your sense of true importance, Life will throw curveballs, and at times you'll even spit out teeth But I've seen your resilience and have no doubt That no matter what, you'll continue to follow your feet NOTE: Aaron Guttery is a poet here on P-Soup. I wrote this because I believe his work needs to be more known... come take a look at his page :)
An old man looking out his door, gaze fixed on a distant shore, reminiscing to a time, not of happiness, or, the prospect of a bright future, to when he was sick to his very core, to when as a youth, he went to war A time before infallibility had meaning, patriotism and bravado the craze, the future was still unknown, vigor for life at its all time high, a time for romance, partying, buying, no thought of pain, deformity, dying Too young to understand or question, ship to foreign shore, medals abound, will impress the girls next time in town, sacrifice not temporary, forever more, a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember, flesh shredded, burned, torn, families mourn A time, when he willingly went to war, will happen no more, all lost in youth, now unrelenting, no blind obedience, minimal risk, long life, his number one ambition As he turns back from the door, he thinks of the youth, here now, soon no more, lessons never learned, the call to war, to common the roar, complacency the mood, another generation removed The old man agonizes over what was originally not known, war is preventable, life too precious to waste, the solution simple, his vision, maybe too late Send old men to the front to fight, arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight, let the youth enjoy their life, his near over, its only right Send old men, to the front, to fight ask them to give up their life, patriotism and bravado, still alive, will and desire would not last the night, old men do not rush to death in their twilight, failure inevitable, the old man smiles, knows he's right Wars not possible, if old men, are sent to fight
I will start with using my hand as a guide And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide I consider to do this with one thing in mind I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind With no colors or fractionation of the light Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight My hair is very coarse and some what fine What I just described is so benign I twirl my hair and make it bend And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start The simple partings from hair not like skin I am going to feel with my other hand and begin The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore
I have heard of it, I was in it, I have imagined it, But I am yet to experience it. What is this dream? Who is this dream for? Is it a dream for the wealthy and the powerful? The politicians and the Gangs? The Cartels and the Mafia? Drugs and substance abuse? Is it a dream for organized crime? Murder, Robbery, Rape, Kidnapping, Child molestation, Sabotage, and hopeless? What is this dream? Is it a dream for big cars? Credit card debts? Foreclosed home? And joblessness? Is it a dream for freedom and justice? Inequality and racisms? Or is it a dream for peace, unity, love and compassion? Some people have been dreaming too long, And it's time to wake up to reality? Everyday hundreds of people are killed in the streets of America, Children are murdered in the schools Businesses are robbed, And illegal schools, and colleges are established on a daily basis, Innocent people get hurt every second And the security system is tainted with bribery and corruption What is this dream? Rags to riches or riches to rag? Aunt Mary is a successful doctor; She left her beautiful home by the beach; She resigned a good paying job; She leaves her husband, and children behind in search of the American dream But she ended up in a rat infested brown stone, apartment in lower Manhattan. She works three jobs, flipping burger and scrubbing floors to make ends meet, And at the end of the month she can barely pay the rent, She cannot eat a proper meal she has to pay it back to the American dream. My ink has been dried up for many years, The weather was perhaps too cold for my ink to flow, I have resorted to the computer but the keys were frozen too. What on earth had gone wrong? I might have been in America too long My creativity was put on hold because I was too busy trying to achieve my dreamless goals Everyday thousands of people from across the globe landed on the shores of America; Thousands of people have lost their lives in sunken boats, and extended journey across desserts some people have spent months travelling from country to country with the hope of reaching America only to be subjected to the materialistic dream. A dream that will one day reduce them to nothing, A dream that will make them work night and day, A dream that will cause them earn their bread the hardest way. Somewhere along the road the real essence of this dream has been destroyed And new meaning has been added to i., What happen to the ideals of America? Where is the success and upward mobility? Where is the fuller, and better life that everyone anticipated? Can we still achieve prosperity and success? Does this dream exist at all? Is it a dream for some? Or is it a dream for all? Open your eyes and recapture the American dream. ©2013 Christine Phillips
They are bound to the Earth like trees Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen Hoping that one day someone will see: They can't escape with lacerated wings The ocean surrounds me, covering everything Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find I can't escape with lacerated wings. Swarms of nets, waves of screams Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams The mask has be seared - The truth now they see The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings There's reasons for your rejections: Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression The scars are too deep to pass the trials But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings
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
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
If i could exhale, really exhale, To expire the rubble of the ages, 1000 years of dread off my belly, and my fingertips once so dainty then could grasp stars and not burn, I dig my face into the dirt and find eternity. i gazed into the jackals eyes and he spoke to me from eternity he said "follow closely so that i might teach you to exhale and maybe dear in return a smile upon your face will burn" an expression lost on my brittle jaw for ages so i walk upon the crust of the earth now bruised and dainty yet i feel growth between my toes and swelling in my belly woe does bewilderment plague me here, tearing up my belly then a soft green garden snake cradles me into eternity, i watch her curl and dance across the soil of this dainty room, she looks back from her slither reminding me to exhale, have i been lost for all these ages? or have i simply been afraid to burn? and thus so is it my place to burn? for i feel welcomed and smooth yet i have poison in my belly and tomorrow i will remember the pain of the ages may i retain the knowledge of eternity or become bodily again when i exhale? or have no question that my thoughts and ideas are dainty i have visions of my presence siting crossed and dainty breathing barley and quiet as i burn surrounded by a castle of tones that bring me to exhale into the mouth of god and back into my belly i feel my self escaping and gasping for eternity coming back down to the end of my ages i could sit and cry for the death of the ages but this life i despise growing and rooting, dainty yes, paltry no, and tattering for the rest of my eternity yet i recall the jackal and his feet where the earth does burn and i miss the poison in my belly it not escapes me, but it crusades me to exhale. before and after the ages, the world will burn and my body will lie dainty on the ground filling her great belly with the poison of eternity cursed to exhale.
Words! Those words took me to heaven. Had I known that they were just whispers, the words that fed my smile and gaze my laughter. I surrendered to him as he request. I was addicted to his touch, you astounded me how could you be so wicked so heartless. I gave you my heart I believed in your love. I felt the gravity from Jupiter; he was my life, my hope, my love. All is gone, passed by thereof the hurt is such no one should bear what's to life, why should I care? weep all night for my love gone My heart is sick, for death I long Mine eyes well tears for love that's lost I'll bear always for the great cost. You don't mean what you say and don't mean what you do You don't mean anything because it's not true. You broke my fall and stole my heart am already damaged, you let it fall apart. The tears I cry now fall with my misery, once covered up, now for the world to see whom I really am inside. For all to see rules to which I don't abide. The circumstances in which reality shall fade. The unwanted feelings your lies have made, the shame when I realized you gained my trust the truth fading as the dust Slips through my fingers grain by grain. My heart's not only torn but also slain as shards of glass fall from the sky. Tears of blood fall from my eye. Your words crawled across my skin and I forget what I don't believe in my heart pounds as I lift my head. Dare to enter where no one has tread And I looked deep into your eyes Found the source of all your lies And even though I know they'll never be true With all my heart, I'll continue loving you. My love for you is real and true and I keep on sticking to the basic that am still in love with you I cant deny it it's the fact and the living truth. how can i ever alllow my self to forget how wonder you could be, although you are another in these hard days mesmerized are your thoughts but love you are still the only man I want to love. save my soul.
One of the happiest days, Is bringing our soldiers home alive, To where they can be seen, By their families once again, To show them we love them, And care about them, In the ways we should, Cause they gave up their time, And their lives for this country, For our freedoms we often take for granted, To protect us from the domestic evils of today, Whether we see them or not, We should praise them all, For all that they have done, Including those who have fallen, And can Not walk back through the gates of home, For they have fallen and given more for this country, And sacrificed more than we pay attention too, To save us all for our freedoms, Which our country will often forget, With time the fallen one's, Because we often pay attention to those, Who are here in front of us and can fight, One day at a time, Which is the wrong way to be, Cause all soldiers are made the same, And should never be forgotten in anyway, Day after day cause we have what we have, To remind us all of all who have sacrificed their lives, For the freedoms we have to keep us safe, Each and everyday!
Look at you, you have found my heart With love I stare into your eyes With passion I devise I can not part with you or can not stop the things I have started So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone Look I walk by your side and I found my self crying With your hands so soft with gentleness With your smile so beautiful with carefulness I do notice life with you without sighing So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone Without a fear of losing you, you are in my visions With beautiful roses by your side I love you more than twelve times Without doubt I do love you, I care for you and you alone So do not walk away Please lets talk about things anyway With feelings of letting you go is make me ache in the heart Do not stop believing my passion has fallen apart So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone Look I want us to grow old with each other through years of journeys With hope of sharing life of fulfillment that gives us memories With this I hope to give all of my faith and I hope it is not to late I Look into your eyes with such full life because you have been my life date So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone And you alone So I raise my hands to embrace you you alone
I slip my headphones on, and I begin dreaming, my desk is my alter, and the Heavens is what I'm seeing. My pen is the bridge, and this paper is the gate, writer's block is the pad lock, the only thing in the way. I click open my pen, and begin to release from within, my blood runs as deep the ink, and washes away my sins. My thoughts are the cross, and my burdens act like a wreath. Razor sharp thorns cut me, as I'm trying to catch my breath. My enemies are the whips, hitting me in the back, tying me down with chains, just to get a little laugh. My lyrics are my message, what got me here in the first place. My mind is my shovel, digging the hole to bury my scarred face. Then the beat stops, and I wake up from my trance, I hit replay and try again, I only got one chance. I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing, I'm Irreplaceable. The track starts again, and I slip back into my sleep. My pen is my gun and the paper is my enemies. Writers block is my holding cell, and the key is my mind, my mind is the problem, because it locks itself up all the time. The beat is my pulse, slowing down before it drops, then picking up the pace, while adrenaline does it's job. My words are the bullets, penetrating your skin, your body is still intact, but you're shattered within. The lead is the streets, giving me countless ways to go, the eraser gives me the ability, to never leave my home. Every word is a stray bullet, it'll connect it won't. My enemies are my targets, I either hit 'em or I don't. But I'll keep shooting, until this lead goes dull, I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing, I'm Irreplaceable.
This sport, a passion of mine, My teammates, all better than I, Will I ever get recognition? Hard work, part of my life as the air I breathe, To become as the rest, more must I do than they, Pain my body must endure, Blood I must shed without reservation, Sacrifices it shall require, All who have laughed, Those who dared to mock me, Shall see me ascend above all, A dream was where I began, A reality it shall become, If you believed, If you believed not, Witness it you shall!
To my brave Sister who faced death and to my 2 Nieces; Once more permit me Sis- for this will not be my last I can't resist commenting on- whatever may have passed. But must relate on that- Which I am about to unfold The story of a Marine soldier I know, Fifty Two years old. However high we aim in life,- Too often we fail to hit. We find the fairy tales told to us as youths-Were often full of shit. In your success, in what you have gained,- Is more than I care to admit. My sins as your brother and that of your mother- I pray you will acquit. However, in my latter days- I'll now devote with care. To tell the story of a Marine soldier I know- Trained to avoid the latent snare. Had God decreed her birth - On the morning she was born With blond hair, blue eyes and beauteous features- Only an angel could adorn. Later in life, She became a wife- When his eyes beheld her charms. His growing sweet passions desire- sparked off like wildfire in a three bell alarm. Two angels of her own did through their love they had produce. Determined to protect them from any and all the world's abuse. As the years advanced, to her little girls she had taught What suited best their age, to that she had then brought. While my sister Marine and daughters were still in their youth Went about all their daily duties and focused on religious truth In holy motives she led them, now ten years have passed away The Lord is our Father, He is the potter -and we are but the clay. She told them of the Father's Paradise and Heaven above About a perfect God-Man named Jesus and His sacrificial love. She told them the Peace of Christ makes fresh her heart A fountain ever springing, -singing a new creation, a new start. Stay strong my sister, I love you!
Semovedly thine voice shall have no echo to hear. Inly there be only hollowness to see no distant. Natheless hardy wind, thou shall be inconsistent. Gradual flow upon thee, wilts bring many a tear. Wellaway can be withered upwards into cheer. Iwis my heart and thou will bloom constant. Thole stint without thee voice, time is non-existent. Hark thy sweet melody showers over my fear. Courage of mine shall champion forthcoming tune. Heavenly fairies shall dance for both our souls. I shall cherish and marry in month of June. My love will grant me all musical controls. Erelong our passion will bloom as we swoon. Singing with chimes enriches our passionate goals.
I have lived, And felt the cost, Paid my dues, But I have lost_ You. Still I pray, As chaos looms, And as my blue turns into grey, I hear__ The angels sing- In tune. Don't be giving in, Don't give up my son, Or fade away, Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, With this new day!. I have lived, And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, I've paid my dues, I - Have lost you. I can hear the angels sing, Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, As the grey seeks out the blue, She will__ Your daughter my son--- She will return--- To You. For I have lived, Felt the cost of all my walkin days, I've paid my dues, I- Lost you.... I wont be giving in, Won't give up my girl, Or fade away, I'll lift my chin with the sun--- And RISE-- With this new day...
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
My best friend Is your best friend too! He died for me; He died for you!
Every life has courage Every life can see the light Every life can see the truth Every life is a priceless piece Every day can be trailblazing Everyday dialect has an exact mannerism Every day has clues that suggest steadiness Every day has prolific languages Everything brought you here Everything implies you still have a chance Everything from the yesteryear breathes inside you Everything is an avocation that you exist Every second entails presumptions centered on phenomena's Every second of apprehension can encumber the last Every second devours time Every second gave you a venture to be here now Every one of us desires permanency Every one of us strains to attain Every one of us has distinctions Every one of us has a speech Every one of us can generate a spark Every Life Every Day Everything Every Second Everyone Of Us Can Make a Difference
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
I feel for the miserable day, They try to take MY gun away…
Ever since I have stepped into modernization, I have been pinched with values of the ancestors, I cannot believe that the inside does not reflect the outside anymore, When one says he or she has changed and become open minded, Is it only to make one feel temporarily pleased or is just to enjoy hurting a person, Why has age become a factor or an excuse to start a new problem? Every time a heart skips a beat, the warm sensation takes place, a friendly chat takes place, Numbers begin to swirl around. The intellectual chat, attraction of like minds, Or even the rebellious differences stand in a corner against numbers. Time flies and so does one progress with various experiences. Does it matter if you are too old or young to be with someone? Who gets to judge about numbers? Nothing occurs very young but takes place during adulthood with mature thinking. How should one deal when age becomes a problem to a new relationship? More or less, does anyone have the right to judge if one is not married at a certain age. With observation, reading various articles, numbers have created a nuisance in the mind of shallow thinkers in many societies. When all the feelings are right, then why do numbers go wrong? Doesn't sensibility, love, responsibility or even security count or is it overshadowed with age. Still one may try to let go and filter some thoughts, but how does one filter attraction and passion. Years have passed by and still the jackpot of excuses concerning numbers have polluted various communities. A spark of hope is still there when faith and true love will attain blessings from the higher self and well-wishers always.
Arising from the ashes a Phoenix unseen Burn to a crisp has been all things unclean Soaring to the heaven way up above Left floating above is a fire tail of love
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.
Your glorious emerald eyes Glisten in the moonlight Glisten in the moonlight Delight dances in the water I watch it joyfully You are set free from the cage... You're like a dove soaring in the sky You are the rain... drizzling down in ecstasy A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection... When you caress me... I'm relieved... From the stress that forced me in chains I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow We're glistening in the moonlight I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us We're glistening in the moonlight For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy I saw at first glance the dark side of you Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye... We'll wave a greeting at the moon! We glisten in the moonlight... What if I was as handsome as the lion... Roaring with pride and pure courage What if we were glistening in the moonlight? Would it bring health to our bones tonight? Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight? Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight? Would we be shimmering like a candlelight? We're glistening in the moonlight... (6) Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh... We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star I feel the coolness run down my fingers... We're glistening in the moonlight You're the dandelions in the fields You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday When you kiss me, I live my dreams We glisten in the moonlight In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal I roam inside of your illuminating maze Glow on... sunshine... Glow on...sunshine... Glisten in the moonlight... Listen to the truth and rub it in You are ravishing like the sunset But you're ascending while I'm descending I feel extremely guilty I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight You're glistening in the moonlight (6) Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh You're glistening in the moonlight (4) We go our own way I wish we can glisten like the moon Glisten like the sun There's a dream concealed inside of me... Reveal your light and pour it upon me You glisten in the appealing moonlight While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams Of gliding across the horizon You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction While I'm below you... Your emerald green eyes Stared me down like a hawk... Your emerald eyes Gaze down at me genuinely... I wish we could flee together in reality... That could be a possibility To glisten in the moonlight in glee We were glistening in the moonlight (3) But that was only a dream... I'll pray that it turns into a reality We were glistening in the moonlight Now, I've misplaced my delight... Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?
The Women (for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla) Pregnant, your husband on the run, your daughter, a child, a few years old, they hauled you in, these brutish men, into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell. They wanted information, you gave them nothing, these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter, and white was right in South Africa back then, but, you did not cower, you stood resolute, you, my mother, faced them down, their power, their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats. You, my mother, would not, could not break, You stood firm, you stood tall. You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall. You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles, the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad, my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place, by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men, whose skin just happened to be lighter. You told me many things, as I grew older, of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder. You were a fighter, for a just cause, like countless other South African women, you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs, of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow, you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow. Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still, a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life, all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill. I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers, the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land, who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand. I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed, your body interred in your beloved South African soil, you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder, of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil. I salute you! (for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours, who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
Most people know not true struggle, Most pass through some short lived fight. Experiencing dire, maybe a few times only, Could make one stronger… Yet endless battle, does not ignite power But shatters a creature 'til true essence of core is recognized.
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
I know a little dog. His name is Smilin' Jack. He is white all over, But his right eye… it is black. For sure, he's not a big dog; But much more than a mite. He's very sweet; but, for a friend, He won't hesitate to stand and fight. And you should see him in the park Where all the children play… So much love for one pup to give Each and every day. He has such a personality, Like no dog I've ever known; But I've not seen him for several days, And I'm afraid he's gone. Smilin' Jack, he has no master; Tho' I count him my best friend. I'm so concerned he may have met His untimely end. So, I walk the streets and call, "Smilin' Jack, where can you be? I need to see your happy face Smilin' back at me". I turn and look at every bark. I'm alert to every cry. The thought of losin' Smilin' Jack Brings tears to my eyes. Oh, my lonely heart is heavy. It's rainin' now, the sky is black. I'm hopin' that he'll be alright And prayin' he'll come back. As I trudge the squeaky stairs Up to my lonely flat, I hear a bit of sympathy In the meows of my neighbor's cat. My door is shadowed by my gloom, But there stands Smilin' Jack. He's wet and cold and now I'm cryin'. My best friend has come back.
Old bells chime clear in the night air; Bats fly low and swoop on the *tare. It's wrong of me to hold your hand? In the last of sun's rays, gold band. A white mist rolls in from the sea; It shrouds and cloaks you and me. I can drown in your corn blue eyes; Your gaze is where all my hope lies. Crops sway in the air on firm stem; Ripe on the cream stalks which bear them. Our love we do not speak of alone But we are ripe in our age and one. Weeds had grown in all of our lives, dictate direction of our drives. Dedicated to my husband, Ben. *Tare [Pronounced ter]: In the Bible, a weed found growing among crops, usually considered to be darnel. Darnel: Any of several usually weedy ryegrasses (genus Lolium) Rhyming couplets chased by an un-rhymed couplet.
A Soldier Remembers In this evil world a few old men do still truly tell the battles, gory losses and places their buddies fell Painting the scenes of such sad and terrible fates adding in the bloody details , names and sad dates The old soldiers that lived on to love yet again rarely ever forget the passing of cherished friend So often said with a choked chuckle and hearty laugh citing some other funny deed or terrible little gaffe To highlight the humanity of that loved and departed soul a remembrance, a statement so others may yet know The life and times of a "beloved brother" and "comrade" that did his very best and gave all he ever had To stand his brothers and defend his beloved nation preserve freedom and give peace to a future generation Robert J. Lindley 07-13-2014 Dedicated to ALL soldiers and ALL heroes , fallen and living!
I am a heart full of love that shook the pilars that held her colussium up her heart filled with sorrow, I swing such fury toward her heart and soul she cowards away from me, in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black and not searching what is in the light of pure white. I am a heart full of love, she runs and takes the long dirt road, through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside, as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes, the blooming of the rose, like the blooming of my heart, a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime. I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love. Lost in the midnight twilight, the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls. and like a frightened hummingbird, she flees away from the secrets of falling in love. A heart full of love ready to love, it is diffcult to feel and to show, but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime my love is ready to bloom. Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere lit up only with four wax candles a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece in honour of my one true love. As the twilight shine though my bedroom window, I show a heart full of love, to take and to hold for eternity. And as she slowly moves forward, she takes me home with her, and opens her chest and shows me her heart with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette. She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder, I curise her hair, silk laced hair, shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky. My heart full of love, so divine, so original a one of a kind. We make love in the midst of the twilight, as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more, her pain is no more. Too show such love makes a man feel free and his soul lighter. She holds him there, as the sun rises over the mountains. The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness, and they talk about everything beautiful and kind, that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world. Romance and love shared with a heart full of love, smile and kiss upon smooth lips, feel me against your tight body, and love me till the morning when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face. and we go with him, and play a game of risk, and together forever, onto a diffrent world we shall love each other forever, for you and I both have a heart full of love.
What Does Marriage Mean to YOU? What all hear various definitions of what marriage means. Not realizing the consequences this often brings! There's often a lack of commitment and faithfulness. Many still looking for a true source of happiness! This institution, that God set up as a husband and wife. Needs to have his spirit, to guide our life! It's no wonder why, there's many falling apart! It's causing heartache and many broken hearts! No court in the land can wash away sin's dark stain. When adultery happens, things aren't the same! May we all seek to ask God to strengthen our home! He's there to help us! When we feel all alone! We need the blood of Jesus to daily cleanse us! He wants to do this! Because he loves us! Jesus remains committed, faithful and strong! His word will teach us what's right and wrong! May we seek HIS guidance and council! You'll find, that he is always most helpful! Please Jesus… Heal the broken families across this nation! For only you can provide a much needed foundation! By Jim Pemberton
When I hear your name My heart beats faster than usual It's not that I am ashame But It's just your name is too special.. Can't control the feelings When I am with you Can't stop smiling When you hold me like you do When you hug me then I feel like I'm in heaven You are a blessing from above And you are the reason why I loved I'll promise to love you FOREVERMORE.. And I will cherish you until the end of my borrowed life And I will keep our precious memories as long as we see each other in our next life..
written 28th Sept 2007 I need to find a goal no longer to live life of a broken soul Living a lie...just to get by I've past all the pain And left with there stain a new life is now in reach This new world beside the beach no longer do I continuously pray Hidden for so long I don't know where I belong To start it all over is as hard as an alcoholic...to stay sober Where do I begin? how far do I jump in? This new life is rather very frightening I'm scared and taunted But no longer am I haunted the first steps I have begun taken To walk with my head held high and awaken I have finally found my soul Now Lord, I ask what is to be my goal?
In the twilight hours In the twilight hours We walk the streets alone Bear and I in the inky darkness I like to be on my own On these precious morning hours When I sink within my soul It's in the wondrous morning times When me, I feel so whole. Then when the walk is over I do my best to write A lovely song for you alone It gives me such delight To write you words of love, and bliss For you're my precious one And I have need to do this thing Way before the day's begun. I guess that I'll be writing thus Until the day I die I am a wordsmith naught much else And within my heart there lies Two ton of love, sweet, tender love And all of it for you I am the troubadour of love So what else can I do? 15 October 2013 @ 0552hrs.
I wake on the sand Right near the beach You have yet to awake Far out of reach And Daybreak has arrived A beauty unlike any other Comparable only to us, girl And how we love each other So I gaze up alone Marveling up at the sky The warmth of the sun Drying my eyes I'm reflecting on us Oh how each other we trust I'm just so happy we're together And I think to myself, Just as this sun, we'll last forever Then returning to be with you I lay again now Place my hand gently On your warm tender shoulder While I think of our lives today, love And how they'll be when we're older... I know there'd be no other way So "I Love You" I make sure I say To you, each and everyday
Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance It was some of the angry mobs and resistance Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom Like all other kingdoms it fell in random Fire started in the castle And along with it came a battle It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew Many things in this child that made memories stew My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die She ran into the bushes in such a fright And evil doers were running around with flashlights Mastrey remember it as he distracted them Her eyes was so confused with problems Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred His feelings of what those people did was not awkward The distraction worked, he went back to were she was Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because? Her answer that night depended on her lively hood As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true Next: My Story Telling, Who is this Princess
I have barely seen Him or catch even His shadows around. I have barely touch His hands... Nor I have barely heard His soft soothing voice.. Nor I have barely felt His footseps lurking beside or behind me.. However, what a deep soaring reassurance is His presence... Not of like a Human Being that can be perceive.. Rather He is the silent rescuer and ever living Spirit.. No need for extravagant welcoming.. He has always been within our innerselves.. He is the calmer of our quivering nerves.. He is the greatest teacher not wanting us to fail. He is our dearest friend not forgetting.. He always is waiting for you and me.. His arms widely open to embrace us.. His unending; unfailing is so felt.. Beyond wonders; beyond times and beyond borders.. All the time we are invited to talk to Him.. Even sing a song for Him and with Him.. More to play a harmonious melody to commemorate Him.. Truly, majestic in limitless abundance is His providence... He is only one.. No one can overpass Him.. All the earth will uphold His Name.. He is our God - OUR GOD... by: olive_eloi 2:14pm 23/10/2013 -------------+++ GOd has always been with me.. and so is He with you.. He will comfort you.. He will be there, never leaving.. just believe.. do trust.. blessed afternoon
Who am I? Am I defined by what is near in sight? Am I defined by what I have done, Or am I defined by what I could become? Perhaps I'm of no use. To him, or her, or I, nor you. Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined, And it is something like understanding that comes in time. And if to the world I'm never shown, Yet in my own light I've grown and grown, And so I can know no happiness but my own-- The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown. I do not pray for the world to know my name. For it and verse; the letters are the same. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads, I pray his pain my words to keep. Should his eyes rain on my page, Better tears than storms of rage. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads. I pray his pain my words to keep. And if to the world you're never shown, Yet in your own light you've grown and grown, And so you know no happiness but your own. Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
The night of the fallen,the fall in the deep I wake up exploring my thoughts in my sleep I shake up believing it all was a game Taking me under an ocean of rain You stand there beside me to ease up the pain Without you it's all just adventure to gain A proud face- the star leading me on my path Shining, to give me the strength of your light In order are finally all priorities set Happiness, joy from the world to get Go, fight, become whoever you want, Your dreams are all yet to be found...
Though I did not want anyone to know Helping people is what I try to do so I can grow Even when it is tough I realize I help people not for show Self involvement is a must a way to make things make sense Eager to do things I become sometimes dense Caring about the things I love is what really can help my choice Revealing my secret to you I will keep my poise Even when the time comes I will not be spoiled because of my heart The secret to doing things is make it a great memory so it will not part
Such a nose had Ol' Blue. Best in south Missouri... everybody knew. Could smell a pheasant across the plain. Could point a covey in a hurricane. That's the way the legend goes. Ol' Blue had a "magic nose." As Blue got older, his master's mind would drift away To a place where he and young Blue used to play. In the mornings, sitting over his coffee cup He found it sad there were no pups. He thought it would be such a shame If the only memory was Ol' Blue's name. So, Jim was compelled and full of pride; He made a search, far and wide, To find Ol' Blue a suitable mate. No doubt, his offspring would be great. It seemed likely, he supposed, At least one pup would have his "magic nose." She was a Champion Miss from New Orleans, A beautiful "red" named Cajun Queen. But Blue suddenly passed away, before the pups were born. Jim was broken hearted. He and "Queenie" mourned. Then came the litter, but there was only one. Jim struggled for hope; after all, he was Ol' Blue's son. Dappled and lanky, a handsome little cuss, He looked just like Blue. Jim made such a fuss. Naming this pup would require no ado. It was obvious. Officially, he would be "Blue Two." Oh yes, these were mighty large tracks to fill. "Can he?", folks asked. Jim would say, "Heck yes he will!" So his nickname became "Two" and he seemed to be smart. Soon it was time for his training to start. The basics went well, but Jim's outlook grew very dim When, instead of pointing, Two would wag and jump and bark at him. Oh, Two seemed to be trying; but try as he might, He just could not seem to ever get it right. "Blue's son or not, he's got to go!" Jim found Two a "pet home" far away, in Tupelo. On his way back, he stopped in Texarkana. Been too long a time since he'd seen his sister Hannah. Six days and six pounds later, he was back on his way. Work at the farm was callin' and he'd be drivin' all day. He thought about Ol' Blue and wondered if and when He'd ever have a birddog as good as Blue again. Oh, he knew another "magic nose" was just a far off dream; After all, it wasn't something any man could scheme. A "magic nose" was a gift from God, only given to a few; And he was proud and very lucky just to have known Ol' Blue. As he turned into his drive, he broke into a smile. "Why… I can't believe it! It…It must be 300 miles!" Two was on the porch, thin and dirty; but he struck a handsome pose. Jim ran and hugged Two hard. "How'd you get back? Lord only knows!" Suddenly Jim realized; and struck with awe, he slowly rose. A tear trickled to his smile. "Why Two… you have a "magic nose!" Two and Jim are best of friends, together everywhere. From milkin' cows to bedtime, Two is always there. Jim doesn't hunt much anymore, now Two's a rescue dog. Just last month, he saved a little girl lost in Cooley's Bog. Jim struts and tells proud, heroic stories; While Two wags and jumps and barks, and shares his glory. Jim boasts, "Like father, like son!", then speaks fondly of Blue; But all know the largest tracks to fill are those of Two. His deeds are known far and wide, And fill Jim's heart with love and pride. For with every rescue, the legend grows; About a dog named Two, and his "magic nose."
I'm not the kind of person I need to be! There's too many problems inside of me! I'm not the kind of person you'd want to know… I've too many worries and a troubled soul! I'm the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I'm the kind of person who doesn't have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I'm the kind of person who's gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don't even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you'd want to be around. I may get discouraged, and "get you down." I'm the kind of person who's giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I'm the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You're someone that this person can always depend! I'm not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That's why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton
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A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus' grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton
Every time I'm feeling down, or feeling so blue As if there's nothing I can do My spirits always seem to rise When I Look Into Her Eyes I'm new at this, this game of love, but got no shame Get excited when she calls my name We're trying on love for the very first time When I Look Into Her Eyes Their beauty takes me to the depths of forever Where we are so happy, and together Oh how I'd love to just hold her tight, and never let go Into Her Eyes, oh how they glow Comforting and loving with passion to spare Those two heavens with my world, I ache to share I'm trying on a first love, a first love for size When I Look Into Her Eyes The fires of my love they're igniting And to our future her eyes are exciting There's rose gardens and sunny skies When I Look Into Her Eyes Their love, with desire is burning She's got my world upside down, and turning Oh how the world stops, yet the time somehow flies When I Look Into Her Eyes But when I think about what will happen I realize Into Her Eyes, how deep I am trapped in Soon I will have to kiss her softly with the goodbyes How long will I live without their beauty, how will I survive?
We met in Summer, though it felt like Spring. It was a time for newly-born passions; Never fearing what the future could bring, But probably not ready for love's seasons. From passion we created a new life To bind us then more closer together. When we finally became man and wife, Maybe Summer would then last forever. In our Autumn years, our sons have both grown. It seems like the seasons all leave to fast. I'm grateful for the years of love I've known, And feel for you like I felt in Springs past. There's nothing to fear about growing old, Except living alone in Winter's cold.
i could sit here. day in and day out thinking of the most proper way to let the ink in the pen spill out but as of late im feeling prehistoric so much weight on my shoulders and i dont know where to go resuscitate my soul look back up and head to the goal so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down. on the road to redemption you can take a seat up in the front section just so you can feel the emotions in this electric notion i've done a lot of things that hide the halo let it all collaborate when i medicate now look at me, mind workin like plato formulate a new path to take so i can maneuver through all the mistakes we all know we cant change what we've already made but we can change the next thing we create startin to sound like a serenity prayer 5 steps till im thirty and the twenty four before i was never a player found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty so careful how much you intake or be left hungover even worse be the one she ran over i dont mean to come off like im too deep but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through and leave me suffocating just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating is your life so complicated you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live just think of your kids mourning theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more cheer your self up you got a lot to live for your a gem and im that friend trynna appraise the value that you dont see inside of you just another day for him goin about searchin wonderin what his purpose is running in circles till he found a way through all the turbulence
Love cannot bloom, love cannot go on, love cannot persue it dreams, love cannot be what it is meant to be, love cannot be where it is supposed to be, if love doesn't have two hearts. Love needs two hearts to be true, Like water to a dried rose makes it bloom in spring weather with such glory and beauty. Love cannot be true if one heart doesn't love the other. Care, trust, honesty and loyalty in love it has no boundaries, it has no color, it has no age, like a fine wine or an aged whiskey it grows better with time. But love cannot fullfill without the other half. If a woman loves man, let her love him, if you love me, than love me, but if my heart is gone and cannot be found in such relation with you then I must halt, till my heart comes around. If it never does show with the first light of morning, then it wasn't meant to be with thee. Come now, do not shed a tear for me, a simple heathin, who cries havoc when something doesn't go his way. Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears for a souless man, for a heartless man like I, but do not blame me, if my heart cannot be found. Love needs two hearts, not one or the other can survive without each other. Love is patient, love is kind, but with ever lover comes another. And we will all fall in great and deep love, be intoxicated with each other, and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear for such beauty that still exisits. Love needs two hearts, you cannot have one, without the other.
When I look at you, I pray that I don't lose touch with you When I look at you, I prey upon happiness and I never knew That you mentioned me in your dorm When I look at you, My mind wraps all around you When I look at you, You give me a natural high, But it's only temporary… When you wake up, I pray that you had the best of dreams When you wake up, I prey upon your energy and Soar like an eagle in the sky He watches over me as years pass me by Our friendship is too good to be true We're so lucky to have each other… Weep no more, for your name is carved in my heart There shall be no more death… Bitter, worthless clouds spill out remorse – Depart and be gone! I'm waiting to say "greetings" to you I don't have the strength to fight the battle Endless thoughts spiral in my head Making me feel awfully dead… Many things are left a mystery for a purpose When I look at you, I pray that I don't forget your name When I look at you, I prey upon your joy and I never knew That you mentioned me in an optimistic way When I look at you, My mind is overflowing with delight When I look at you, You give me a natural high, But it's only temporary… When you wake up, I pray that you have the best breakfast When you wake up, I try to prey upon your glory, But you swim away like a swan in a sparkling lake I wanna give you good advice… I don't wanna roll the dice… I don't wanna be a living sacrifice I wanna throw away all of your pain I'm trying my best to reach the finish line It's hard to forgive the words you utter It's hard to forget and forgive yourself For the wrongs you've committed My mouth kept running like the sink water And my mind went numb and you seemed to be bothered Pick up the shards of glass and show me some direction I don't know where to go from here… But, I must keep a positive mindset I'm not attempting to get you upset When I look at you, I feel that I'm invisible You see right through me And I reflect anguish and confusion Have mercy on me and don't be frightened Disappear, thoughts of sadness Reappear, thoughts of gladness When I look at you, I see…a joyous, gorgeous face and I sense that you'll have a bright future Just keep shining...with all of your might God is near your side...leave behind all worry Don't you know that you made me taste your glee?
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
Yes, She Wore a College girl's Skirt and sweater and A barrette in her shoulder length Hair. She was the college girl of fifteen years ago. She hadn't kept up with the times the way others had and she had a low-pitched, well-bred Voice that many people said was subtly insulting. And confidence and homeliness Not often seen—met Together In one Face- One.
The wind blew events all over the place. Intense emotions and it gave chase. Lightning lighting to show us the sky. People try to sleep and not cry. Wisping by the wind keeps us awake. The time trying to sleep the storms take. Chills in everyone gives all shiver. The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver. Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop. The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop. People have seen such devastation. The road that people made was week in creation. Rivers near by was over flowing. Trees that were there was not showing. By the hour it claimed many. My father woke up and did not see any. Floating by was a boat. Keeping people above water and a float. My father kept a canoe. That some day we would use it, that he knew. Time to paddle up and down the street. The rain water kept getting on our seat. It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud. Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud. The smell of moist water never seem to go away. My brothers seem to still sleep anyway. My head was bobbing up and down. I was so tired that I could not hear a sound. The wind blew back and fourth. It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth. Till all the people we saw with grace. Help us out with embrace. The time was so late at night. Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight. The fight with the weather was so hectic. The feelings of energy was electric. Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand. When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand. With hard workers like my mom and dad. They make things happen that is not bad. Rough with weather they experience more than ever. Leaders they are they are very clever. From the night light of street lights to the morning glow. The wind did not stop so. Bringing in more clouds that ill. The people who were still tired still had will. The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side. Pushing and the force brought water inside. The battle of our hour was getting long. Backup people came to aid us was strong. Rested they were to keep everyone with hope. The people stopped the water with the strength of rope. Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together. It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather. Chaos comes happiness how true. This is why we are human that gives us a clue. It is our nature to keep rain falling. To know when it is time for our calling. The winds bring such pain and sorrow. That is why rain sometimes fallow.
I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay
The night air made her feel tired As she looked out side all the fences were wired In the distance she hears crowds yelling As she was to young to know they were rebelling Father she asked where are we going? Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking Mother yelled in the night air Father gave out a blank stare They yelled run my princess run as far as you can As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost She knew it will take burden on her at a cost But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt My Story Telling Together In A Strange World
Temperature dip urban leaves turned Autumn, sniffing around for a place to settle no Farmer's Market in San Francisco today.
In the meadow is a quiet place Little creatures run around and give chase In the meadow were it is peaceful Little creatures have dreams that are cheerful In the meadow were the sun some how shine Little things of nature will combine In the meadow the wind blows softly Little creatures get bother abruptly In the meadow life goes on with delight Little creatures scurry when it becomes night In the meadow the grass some how gets tall Little that we know it makes sounds that call In the meadow we hear whistles Little sounds that some times chimes like crystals In the meadow the water flows Little things beside the water grows In the meadow we smell moist grass Little we know that nature has sass In the meadow we wonder what will be Little is what we know about the meadow you see
Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what "rules." The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it's principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many "rush" to worship many ungodly forms. As God's name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there's many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and "glorify" their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation "bleeding." It's his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won't you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won't you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It's only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton
There's a Web of Temptation and Sin! There's a web of temptation and a lot of sin… That brings slavery and a strong bondage within! Throughout this land, there's an evil surge! While many lives, seem to be getting "submerged!" Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in. They become perverted, but want all to receive them! The "love and acceptance," that many desire. Puts them on a tightrope! A very thin wire! As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow. It brings a bondage that damages the soul! They may want to have "love and acceptance." But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance! May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred! That all will come back, to the truth of his word! His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died! That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified! Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration! He gives to one and all… A heavenly invitation! Whosoever will… Come now! And accept him! Won't you take the time, to really know him? Don't allow the web of life to destroy and overcome you! Come to Jesus now! He really does LOVE YOU! By Jim Pemberton
Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention... To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall. In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole. Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! Infusion connection the union eternal, Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole, is truly encountered from deep within query The meaning the truth the love of it all... Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing, The clear light of being shows beauty once more. Accept what is given agree to the treaty. Fight not with your fears, and answer your call. Find substance in living, step over delusions. Regardless of meaning, life's radiance will soar. So use this awareness these words and this practice, Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall.. When sad and when empty in need of intention, No doubts I plead! No need to explore! Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings, Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one! In oneness we're whole!
"'Cause when your back's against the wall That's when you show no fear at all And when you're running out of time That's when you hitch your star to mine We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by" ~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~ ------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one
written 17th Sept 2013 "WHISKEY LULLABY" sung by Brad Paisley and Alason Krass Just married, he loved his new wife,more than anyone saw a day after they where married, he got drafted off to war Overjoyed to finally return home to his bride he walked in, to find she was in bed with another man With just a slight second, his heart died pain overwhelmed his entire soul, he picked up a drink And started to drink more every day, to try to forget as time passed, he drank himself to death, with a note "I'll love her till I die they buried him beneath the willow, as she watched she filled her soul with regret left to blame herself, she began to drink his memory away As years passed she slowly drank her pain away they found her next to his grave, holding his picture as she passed away They buried her beneath the willow, and they were together again and the angles sang a whisky lullaby So when you find your one true love, be faithful and true for no amount of alcohol will mend a broken heart for whatever you do! I chose this song for my mother and my father both became alcoholics after they separated and my father passed away at the age of 42years old, my mother still lives but never stopped drinking she will be 58 years old she took off with his best friend from the age of 12yrs old
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***
Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh… I'm venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul's drying out… like a drought… Drain out the fluids from my heart It's gouging me…bruising me to the core… **chorus** Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky… You fall in my arms – you die so warm Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits From the…underground…and release me – I'm breathless I'm drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… Remember me…I'm falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I'm bleeding so softly – cut out the wood… Splintering me…I'm shattering… and I'm falling in the abyss Bring me more radiance from my candle light Warp me up in bliss…don't let the midnight sky…don't take away my delight From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh… I'm failing *chorus* I'm drowning in regret…ooh..oh… Hit the bull's eye in my heart…embrace the light And don't leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite! Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night And don't let the dusk escape us… I must confess… I must confess… I hate to see you abandon the light… But I'm not the one to save you from the night Ooh…ohh… *Chorus* Splintering lies fill your heart I want to kiss it goodbye… But you've mastered it like a piece of art I want to kiss the abyss and die… Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul But I'm failing and the end of time has taken its toll Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart But the anguish still swarms in my heart… I'm failing…my heart stops beating And my desires are fleeting From my grasp And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… *chorus* Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me… As I fall in death's arms…I die so cold And your heart is made of gold Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares Answer our prayers & block out the night Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears Unravel Your words of life & delight
A REAL HERO? By: Synthia Miner What does it take to be a hero? Being a single mother, keeping a family strong. or a single father, helping his daughter along. Maybe a soldier leaving his newly pregnant wife. or making the ultimate sacrifice, to save only one life? What makes a real hero? Knowing how to stop a drug lab or a bomb. or having the power to save a child gone wrong. Is it being able to help the hungry, or saving everything that's been lonely. How do we define a hero? Every way you look at it, people can say, heroes come naturally…. in a way, But; when you dig down deep, I see only one answer A real hero must have the will to live; whether for him or her self, or everything and everyone one around them. Heroes have the courage to stand up for what they believe in. From this I say, that my Uncle Jason Mullholand is a real hero. He has fought for his life, not just to be alive, but for raising his family. So you see, heroes are hear everyday. It's the soldier fighting for peace, and the mother battling cancer. And the kids you ignore hunting for food, Just to feed their always hungry siblings. A real hero values the life of everyone, and charges with the courage of love. To every hero out there Please keep up the fight for life!
I never knew what amazing was until I kissed my husband's lips or felt him laugh when we danced I had no idea he liked to play isn't that very sad! but he played games with me It is wonderful that he now makes me laugh but I am more excited I make him feel silly until he bunny hops with me closely As we fell we laughed and laughed I had no idea he was that type of man I can see he thought the same about me too I love the way he flirts with his eyes or that he loves my Fedora hat and laughs when he sees me wearing it Driving my convertible with our pit bull in the back but my favorite thing ever was how he loved me I have never known anything as perfect as that I guess you can say our love is best when it's all in a laugh together building new memories Thank you Lord for him and that!
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
There's a lot in life, that I don't understand! And a lot of wickedness throughout this land! A lot of heartache and misery, is what I'm seeing! Any kind of commitment, seems to be disappearing! Being faithful to anything, seems to be of the past. My lives seem to be falling apart… And fast! Any principles of Godly living, seem to be ignored. So many appear to be, "complacent and bored." I often wonder what God must be thinking. When it seems like this whole world is "sinking!" I've decided to come to Jesus! And really pray! That people will really listen to what God has to say! "What shall the righteous do, if the foundations are destroyed?" Very soon, many of our "freedoms," will not be enjoyed! Please, dear Jesus, come and heal our broken nation! Help us all to confess our sins! And accept your salvation! Please come and bring your peace and love within! That we may seek the living God! Once again! God is our only hope! It's in him, that we're strong! It's in his arms of mercy, that we all belong! Please God… Come and touch us with your healing! It's only in you, that we have a true meaning! By Jim Pemberton
Ourselves The world is filled with temptation. The heart is filled with desires. The eye's is filled with it own truth. The mind is on the breaking point of sane and insanity. We are only human. We are only creatures, neither light nor dark. We are only ourselves. Some wear mask to defeat others. Some wear mask to defeat themselves. Some wear mask to hide who they really are. Here is the point where we must decide in our life where we stand. For trust and love and kinship of your blood will be tested. First was the temptation. Then it sets with desires. Afterwards either the truth or lies are spun. And to the last who shall stand brave or break under the weight. We speak of truth when behind us is nothing but woven lies, and hearts full of deceit. Can you not see the hypocrite side of us? Ha! It wounds me to known this, even more that I am one of those. Take heed and resist or be forgotten with all others. For in this life there is only good or evil, light and darkness, the possible and impossible. Such is us. Such is you. Such is me. Our world is filled with temptation. Our hearts is filled with desires. Our eye's is filled with what we wish to see. Our mind's is filled with things that can make and break us.
Blind love may be, Forgiving, loyal, truthful, But never unsure
Sad girl rising Let me tell you about this girl I know My cousin, this girl be Her life has been so very sad But how wonderful is she She was a wild child, till she married And had her first born child When she found out that his brain was damaged It really drove her wild. She took the Doctor through the courts Then fought for ten long years To get the money she deserved And she cried so many tears She gained a million pound at last To help her with the lad And yet the damage it was done And it really drove her mad. Her and her hubby cared for he And gave their lives to him It was a twenty four, seven job But at times it got real grim She would do just anything To make his life more sweet But when she got that Parkinson's She was close on to defeat But no, she struggled with the odds And though it's ten years on Never does this girl give up When all her hope seems gone She smiles, and carries on with courage Like I've never seen before She's something kind of wonderful She's a hero, that's for sure. 30 July 2o13 @ 1043hrs.
I've waited this day to come For you and I become one Every day that has passed I wish that we could last After days,months and years we build together Here we are now to be forever I know that this is God's will And I trust God for everything On this day.. I'll promise to love you always to hold your hand No matter what we may face in future On this day.. I'll promise that I'll be with you until we grow old And You are better than anything you can compare in this world.
Make him A Soldier Make him a soldier so I won't cry anymore Transform a boy to a man so he will stand...alone In the dark forest beaming as natural combustion of dusk in the sky Red blood running through our veins is the same identical as if we share the same DNA And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same Rate pulse pace...boom it startled me but as I gaze in his eyes I felt a deep connection as if he knew me better than I knew myself White Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered and even if life tries to poison us we will always have each other pure love Blue water a million miles away from me and as he travels from sea to sea I think of him daily I try to remember where we came from blue water shared space different times Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail So I beg you Make him A soldier so I won't cry an ocean of tears Transform a boy to a man so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour. Help me to raise my head when he is long gone from here When my fears are red my soul turns blue let me remember the purity of us how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!
When I came to you I was broken and frail~Half my mind gone in despair Feeling so Low~Like mud on the ground~Wondering if my Joy would ever be found~Fighting and resisting at the very Start~then slowly you entered my heart Quietly and gently working insid my soul knowing just what you were doing to help me glow You broke into my soul where I had been suffering the most you cleansed me and entered me showing me what I needed to see, working endlessley on my soul you cleansed me and made me once again whole. God almighty you never cease to amaze me always by my side even when I'm at my worst, loving me endleslly and uncondionally.. You have opened my heart to the beauty again, the beauty of the clouds the beauty of your creations' The beauty of the rain, the beauty of the thunder, the beauty most of all of your people. Opened and vunerable I am to you always. Enter me and have me do your will in my life help me to always follow you in every aspect of my mind, body, and soul with every ounce of me Silently by my side help guide me in my ways so I do your ways and your will dear god almighty Walking together down this journey in life nothing can go wrong with you by my side Hold me and love me in this I pray guide me down the right roads along my way I want you by my side for the rest of my life, no more going alone on this journey I need you Lord God ALmighty to guide me ,Love me. and Hold me through my good and bad times..! Written By Christina McCullouch 8/3/2012
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
Morning beach caressing white sands and waves Murmuring the forgotten song ready to roam, Towards the lonely rock , paradise of the young waifs With volatile desires and dreams, all gone. Vulnerable verdure near living volcano, a hot place Cast by a fleet of green clouds on yellow skies Where misleading light showed the fate`s lace. The red flame goes kingly down, until sunrise. Kindliness, on an empty beach smiling to man; Knitting covering the sides of the rock calls life in. The hot rock will knit the smoking brows again; It makes signs towards the graceful sea with green skin. Like an inward song for a deaf beach somewhere, There the volcano seems asleep in a hush of salt air.
(1 January 2013 – 12:01AM) By this first day of the year 2013 I am asking anyone to forgive me if I have things done that hurt you. I was sudden with the firecrackers Sounds of bullets flying in the air This is becoming a culture That by the end and start of the year there shall be having a gun fire Is this so not to put a gun as inutile? I have no new year's resolution at hand But I wanted to do my best to change whatever things needed to be changed. Oh God please witness my changes to manifest in my entire being from good to very good, from ordinary to extra ordinary and from evil to no evil. Let me love memories of 2012 that I have Please forgive me God through everyone's forgiveness. I love everyone and someone. Thank you God!
Hungering for my obscured apparitions, The silhouette, yes the very breath of my passions I once knew. Its tinted window's view. Its is then, I am awaken inside the shadows of a dream, Or perhaps it is merely an altered dimension, I once knew. Yet I know, it is there, that I absorb the dancing darkness that captures the essence of the night. For I am mesmerized by my liberty That yearns to be renewed. All before the dawn reveals its heart within its first morning light, And before I step upon with bare feet, the morning's dew.
Flowers wilt Dead carcasses are buried Loved ones mourn Rest in peace, Your life on earth is no more… Farewell, friend
Shoulder less as the head of the hoodless horse men, I serener and call this portfolio ''fear unleashed'', Minted and fresh like a sonnet of delay time, I smirked and crowned it face up and blind, It renewed as connection to you. Panic without a distracted, I ask what is this strange feeling. Like a rotten apple at its core, peal from inside and out backers, And send to its career. It's the 'Scented of News". Why do I question this cry, what sweet wine could miss this pour (poor) of a this cup, Of this most conscience days off wedge and fetal, I ask fear to look me in the eye and tell me what do you see? Do you see love do you see hate tell me what do you see. The hungry of the blind could tell you this snore of a wound, The Ambition of hungry separates the food (fool) from the hungry, The ability to succeed left to stump at choose of will, Not stepping on steel, I seek the hungry! ! !, This vision have push me toward my fears and The light doesn't fade it merge to gray, and it make me question my existing? .... (Lost) The lost, of my love once of not knowing the color of my first born, One's stir the heat in my belly, That; scour the core of the scent of rotten apple and cure the descended with a decision? Like a literally to a clock it time to untwine, as I seek redemption green and yellow what a mixes Of blue in the face, oh what symmetry of colors, I cry, better yet morrow in my tears to apply to the college of my choice, will it self make a dream appears, found guilty and appear I feel refresh and the hand that I have been giving. It remind to be played Like cards of hands how will I finish on top or stacker tip top....? Hands to a dagger and flack jacks to a successor, will, this inflate an ego of a strange memo left to be babbling, I guess I caught the Saddle. Maid to captivity these here days, this here bless it day! Is the day I apply to college and will forever be know? To; be as "Fear Unleashed".
i have crafted and shafted and then re positioned divulged and indulged to precise disposition yet frankly my points are most blunt at the end and my walls tend to fall at the slightest of bends be it not such a bridge but a try at amends, with a friend who is quite hard of hearing come step in my cauldron both women and children, these are the crimes i admit to both willinging and wildered For i am the poet of pilgrims , what was left has been pillaged and raped, and only i who had managed escape have been left to rebuild from the timbers
I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace with full of hearts and ideas in a special place I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile with antics that help me grow in every mile I do want to say to all of the people with respect because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you without you my poems would not come true I bless everyone with care with kindness and without dis-pare I hold my hands high and put them together with this I bless you with good weather I do read some of the poems that people put out sometimes I feel with out a doubt I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed I smile a bunch with every word it is like a music in my head making a cord I do want you all to know that you have made my day to be a better day in every different array I cherish my time with all the people in my heart the words flow in my mind is just but a start I'm happy with everyone in PoetrySoup.com with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right just to tell you that is just my own insight I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view
What would you give to save the man thou'st loves the most, Prayers knees bent low, begging before the almighty God Himself, beseeching him to take thee, in his stead, by all That's holy. would I so sacrifice all that I am, this without Regrets shame I'd give. Banished to the fields of limbo's realm, without name, Or identities human realization, I'd go trapped forever, A beast abandon, shunned by the light of heaven itself, Lost in this maze of the neither world for eternities sake, Yes for he, my beloved I'd go. Willingly, I'd give myself utterly onto the altar, of life and death, Yes even mine own soul, devil be the bargain. Red irons white hot, I'd bare the mark of hell's branding, Flesh sizzling unto the bone, I'd not scream, but remain silent, Shedding, no tears of agony to save him, just one moments pain. What would you give to save the man thou'st loves the most, I'd weep unceasingly, flooding the very earth itself Never stopping, even if the continents were swallowed Whole, nay I'd continue, until the lord god himself, releases The soul belonging to me, is freed unto my waiting arms. I'd fight vengeance's army single handed, in mortal combat Never wavering, challenging friend or foe if need be, but never Will I put down my shield of honor, or lay the sword of justice Aside, to protect that which is most dear to me, my beloved. A bleeding warrior, lying on the battlefield of loves devotion, I'd give my last breath for him, whom I love beyond existence. I'd give up on hopes and dreams, imaginations inspiration, To exist in the realm of delusions illusions forever, a wanton Creature of isolation, for without him I am nothing, so what Would I give, to save the man thou'st loves, the only answer Given is the honest one, everything, would not you do the same. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried by the dove of someone I use to know.
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.
Sitting alone here, all by myself, looking at a reflection that I do not recall. I see a face looking back at me, a twin, but not my twin, no I see a pale face, I see jealously, pain, sorrow, and a frown I see all the negative. I see fear, I see nothing. I am sitting alone, in my room white walls surround me. I hear the trains blow their horns off in the distance, and the cars and trucks roaring down the lonesome highways. I can even the crying and wailing of sirens blazing down the avenues, "Where is the fire, folks!?" The wind blows through my window, moving the blinds back and forth, and I sit there alone, smiling and singing a little. Sitting there alone, peaceful and tired wanting to rest my head, but scared too face the nightmares. Too hear the voices of the dead call out my name. And I sit there alone thinking of what once was, beauty and harmony nomore in my trial of certainty.
written 17th Sept 2013 When it comes to love, I AM poisonous don't let me curse another, leave me loveless For the first time in my life, I felt your pain and cried for your heart my heart finally hurts, knowing I passed this pain from the start Please find help to set your heart free trust me, it's not a life you recover from easily Damaged goods I told you, unrepairable but some how, you managed the impossible Unlovable for my entire life yet you had no problem, getting me to become your wife Yes, it's been more than both of us should have ever had to bear at this moment, every cell in my body is overwhelmed, so I really do care Please don't enter my life's pain and despair you don't deserve it, you are so patient and filled with such love I'm sorry I let myself fall in love knowing it would poison you soul mates forever and eternity, my love belongs only to you...
One day at a time With the delusion of anger, falling from my eyes, The veil of bitterness, Torn from the one I despised, My heart withers in my chest The spell that cast a shadow on this beauties shimmering frame That hid a wonder a mystery this woman bearing my name. I cannot believe I've lived alongside you for so long And missed the chorus of a lover's refrain. We like strangers in the night Ships passing by on a foggy sea, Have rediscovered each other again, Fearful yet wanting, the task ahead daunting, Forever changed by the crimson stain, Leaving us equipped in ways we can never explain. One day at a time, we live for these moments, One day at a time, is all we are given, And by the grace of God our one day at a time will turn into memories That we will share over a lifetime.
A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.
If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.
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
The Battle, The Victory, The Light I remember you, great destroyer of heart emerging from darkness to hatefully start Battles taken to wing and skyward bound pain, death and sorrow so, so easily found! No praise ever adorns your so vile name curses your bread , your dark wicked fame Ashes reform to give you such an evil way miseries abound as you cut, slash and slay! Seek no victory over my greatest stand living within truth , my way , my plan I remember well your late night knock rejected, you fled quickly in total shock! I remember you , eater of darkened Souls slayer of dreams with eyes of black coal Fangs sharpened on the sandrock in Hell curses from victims under your dark spell! Slink away, I curse your murdering spirit truth slays you as you try not to hear it I carry the armor of the bright Lord today flee, flee or else dark life you must pay! Sword of Love drawn now in countering you spear of justice gives out your just due A chant of faith sets seal to your fate souls freed, all that your darkness ate! Robert J. Lindley 08-22-2014 Wrote this about 27 years ago.... Rewrote it today and added ten more lines so giving it today's date.. Light utterly destroys darkness. In time, good utterly destroys evil. Man , must understand time yields only to God....
As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being "disintegrated." Many are being driven by sin's temptation force… It's no wonder much of this country is way "off course." The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a "spiritual separation." Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a "thing of the past." Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He's the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It's only God that can meet all of our needs! He's our provider… The great: "I am!" Won't you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God's holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; "Lord please forgive our sins!" Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton
#What we want# Dear Dada, What we want is worth Let love live, Peace perfect praise... ...Let long lasting law rule round reign.
A lovely lady you are, And lovely always be. Your beauty bright as midnight stars, And moonlight shining on the sea. You're all that is fair and kind, The sweetest dream and reality. Many times you've crossed my mind; My lasting hope is of you and me. ©2013 Honestly JT
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
What can a man do To plant a seed in the ground So strong a tree grows
Stimulating ideas pop into your head You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper It looks like you're outtah luck…no wonder you're drowning in dread You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment's rest… You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally… I'm not trying to irritate you purposely Try with all your might…try your best To stay optimistic and fervent I believe that you'll pass the test Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook… Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter… I'm a rotten mess – you're leaving me as if I'm an uninteresting book Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don't mean to bother… But, you're like no other . . . You're like a mat – you're constantly stepped on… I'm like YOUR unwanted tool – I stepped on you and Pushed your buttons I accused you of being the fool When, in fact, I'm the fool by your side… You're drifting…pushing me aside… I'm writing words of truth though – Expressing how much I'm fond of you I esteem your presence Glowing with glee At times, you do say things without thinking I'm the god of distress – You're leaving me breathless Cutting me down like I'm some decaying tree You don't see how much you make me… Guilty for your crimes Taking the blame about the hundredth time At times, I feel that I'm awkward when I'm around you You're like a backpack – you carry everyone's weight… You're like a sponge – soaking in our stress I'm a distraction to you – you're wasting valuable time…but don't hesitate I'm writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn't exist… But these feelings aren't as bad as committing a crime These feelings come and go – I just had to confess I didn't mean to screw up your progress… Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night When you wrote those words on my notebook… It made my day…you're such a delight Like reading a fascinating, classic book
Your words are like stones Whether skipped or thrown Destination unknown They fly alone Bruising and breaking deeper than bones Yet pain from these stones will never be shown. Whether near or far She'll faithfully wait Till the unknown date When those stones are kind and lost of hate You make mistakes Yes she can relate But what if the pain becomes to great Whe the kindness comes too late Such small pieces of her heart whats left to make She gave to much Now there's none to take Just one everlasting ache That your stones did create They say you can never retake A women's heart once it breaks So next time withhold the quake Your stones with take And keep this lesson As a dear keepsake. <3 Kalee Lynn
The time to be born has come and gone The present we know about her is our history A manifest to her existence in the map and in the head. This time is yet to unveil her bystanders. Though in written, she is known to be free But in words and actions she is shielded By weed, grasshoppers, termites and tortoise. Now, should we use fins and flippers To propel ourselves through her bloody sea? OR do we need any soothsayer to announce The burns of a lustful shielded cabinet to us? Dear Charcoals, time without number We are blinded to accept a crown We are forced to be subservient to a staff, And we have sold our loyalty by queuing behind the meadow. If surely the time will tell Then we need to look up to our history That is yet to appear before the land Let hope for an upright serving servant soon. And hope to behold a time to tell.
On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me 12 dirty undies 11 socks a stinking 10 shoes a humming 9 shirts for pressing 8 trousers 7 days of take-out boxes 6 flagons of beer 5 D V D's 4 mischievous children 3 dozen wine bottles 2 ex partners and an engagement ring under the tree
The match is approaching for time has now passed; He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last. The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights – He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight. He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer; He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare. The field now approaches, ominous yet serene – He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen. The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk; And bodies collide with a thud and a shock. A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size, But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise. Hard hits are given and he takes a few; But he presses on, for his brothers do to. Win or loss, fallen or tall, He walks off the field having given it all.
The sun kisses the mornings solitude Carefully arranging itself to a spectrum To be seen by the careful observer An intermingling of chance observance Snowflakes and shadows relax the atmosphere Waking the willows to a lifetime Of peaceful synergy. The daylight succeeds to rejuvenate Captivating, cultivating, and securing A masterful eclipse of the heart.
When we all are born, We don't have a care in this world, Everything is provided for us, And the world seems easy, However, As we get older, We begin to understand, The values of life, From falling in love, For the first time, To learning to drive, All the way to getting a job, And paying our own bills, As we get older, We learn more in life, Whether they are mistakes or not, And whether we like them or not, We need to pass the knowledge, To the younger generation, So, If they listen to us, They actually have been down, The roads you have been down, In one form or fashioned, And have made a lot of the same mistakes, So, don't be afraid to talk to them, And ask them for advice, Cause they aren't just old and crazy, They could actually save your life.
When you are far from home, Never give up on life, Cause your family, Will always be with you, In you caring heart, Even when the times, Get difficult and tough, And make you want to give up, They are always there, For you to turn too, And show you a way, To find the peace, And happiness you need, In your caring and loving life, So that one day, You will find the true love, That you most certainly deserve, For that loving heart, Which is a true fact, It is a very big heart that cares, For more than just the person you are, But those around you, And the family you have in your life.
My parents taught me the Christian ways. I was taught to obey what the Bible says. I was proud of my parents! I really was! And loved them so much… Just because! They meant everything to me! I was proud! Until one day... There appeared "a dark cloud." It was like a "darkness" hovered above. Leaving their marriage empty of needed love! Though they were together many years. There were many cracks that soon appeared. I say a once happy home soon destroyed. Being with one another…. They no longer enjoyed! How could this happen! I had wondered… To see a happy marriage "totally plundered As sin crept in... And allowed to prevail. Very soon this marriage simply failed. May this be a warning for me and you… That our commitment remains faithful and true! If your marriage is heading toward separation… Please seek God for a healing and restoration! If your planning to have a divorce.. Jesus' love can put it on the right course! He can replace the brokenness and hurt within.. And can put your lives back together AGAIN! By Jim Pemberton
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
Central Park looks Beautiful When you're In Love Central Park without the gates of heaven screens; It's heavenly, a poet daring to dream Harps and golden crowns of evenly bliss paradise Twilight, nylons and panels in the park; Where Lover dreams come true with sparks; Behold the beauty, behold a lover. Poetic, artistic, romantic, trees and sky liners Central Park the gates of heaven in clear view; It's heavenly yet powerful; Poets dreams Cristal, Ruby, Diamond, Sapphire Pearl or gold Or just chilling its tares amongst the weeds Strolling or experiencing it's where lovers meet; Colorful hot air balloons circle the park Bollywood again and again after dark
written 3rd Oct 2013 I was in love with the most lovable sheila but she did darn take off with me heeler Overnight, she had packed their bags not just me dog, gone too with me scallywags Left with just a simple note she had found a more loving bloke Heartbroken to have lost them all I gave me mate Bluey a call Together we drank more than just a slab ending up so hammered, he called us a cab As the lonely days passed and tears filled me eyes by crikey it hit me, suddenly I came to realise What a bloomin idiot, she deserved such love and respect every night boozin with me mates, my true love I did neglect I'm gunna cut me drinkin and win her heart back fair dinkum fella's, you can flamin bet on that!
He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. He shines bright for a moment in time. His arm's always open with warmth. His smile always bigger then everyone elses. His heart of rage and fire. He swifts on by, he swifts on by. Who will know the true man within. The man thats full of sin. No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...
They're watching you, they're always watching you, check out the daily news. Henchmen rob bank, two officers killed, change channel. Reality T.V. a celebraity stumbling out of a club, drunk as hell. Change channel, a gay couple buying a house, in a white collar neighborhood. They're watching you, they're always watching you, even when you don't know it. Someone is always watching you. Take out the trash, wash the dishes. Watching, survalling, like a camera. Terrorists, they're always watching you, Politians always watching you. School teachers, police, FBI and CIA Always watching you. Smile for the camera they're watching so just wave and smile. Bullies on playground jungle-gyms looking out for the ugly nerd, found him. Hiding under the woodchips, get him, beat him up, I told you, they're always watching you. Look at me, look what I can do, can you see me? I'll drink to that, cheers, for they're always watching.
We don't know what tomorrow brings So we just can't speculate And it will make no sense For us to just sit down and wait The love we found today We both know it's real and true All love with face some obstacles' But love will always make it through Some people will try to hold back What they are feeling in their heart When they know this love is a fairy tale Romance Right from the very start We are worrying about the future Bout the unknown is like a blank page But god can close the curtains anytime Down on any one's stage I know a man who loves woman He falls for her heart and soul And his parents says it's crazy He's too young and she's too old So they stop them from getting marry Causing years of pain and sorrow While driving he got in accident today And they will bury him tomorrow And the wound in her heart won't stop bleeding And every breathe she wish was the last she take A little boy calls his dad, saying look, look ,dad And they found her body floating in the lake His parents was worried bout the future Although they know it was unknown But still they plant the seeds of pain Now look what it has grown Why didn't they let them be together? For today all that remains is sorrow For trying to change the course of true love They have taken away their tomorrow For today they would have been married And build a happy home of love But now they are two lost souls Forever roaming the world above Some times one year of happiness Is worth 100 years of being alone For as long as two hearts are true Forever the flowers of love will bloom And as long as there are stars in the sky And the waves must come to the shore People of all different ages Will be falling in love forever more But what if tomorrow never comes And you let today go Then the real magic of true love You will never get to know
Hussshhhh of the sea breeze Bolobok Cave nears it Rain drops falling on my face Trim down my long pony-tailed hair Small crabs crawling over the brownish sand surface Small stones scattered over Small caves with limestone And having freshwater downstairs Said there were ladders to climb and unclimb To see the down caves Now in a mysterious looks waiting for renovations Where are these caretakers of nature? The beauty of eye lenses looking at it Please come and rescue this whispering ambiance of serenity For generations to enjoy If this is an early human settlement Come take your responsibility Oh the caretakers please come Thank you 3 January 2013 Early Human Settlement Bolobok Cave (Sungab Bulubuk) Bongao, Tawi-Tawi Island Sulu Archipelago
What is Layag Sug? How come you're not answering? Why are you asking? For me to know Why, isn't it a bully to me? No. I'm just plainly asking. Why is it so hard for you to answer? I don't know why the question arises now. I suddenly realize I don't know the meaning of it. Aha for you what is it? What is Layag Sug? Is it a signature to every statement you make? Or a line you share with someone? Being a signature to every statement It is also a line to share to make Sulu familiar with people today So what is Layag Sug? What do you think? I don't know a Sulu boat? What do you think? You can share what it is so we could explore I will give you my meaning After you give interpretation You're not answering are you? Just say so if you're not I don't have the entire night waiting Layag Sug is about my life Longing for the independence of beloved homeland Sulu Literally Sulu Sail! That's Layag Sug seen through my lens of thought And my experience in life! A poem made to explain the meaning of Layag Sug through the question of Sulu Gypsy. 12:44AM, 9 March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug!
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.
Sending Waves Touching Beautiful Always She who sends waves touching beautiful warm and gracious words Draws bright sunshine smiles in our hearts as they sing in her grace Flowing from the heart her beauty held in her Quill ready to write Pure diamond sparkling rainbows as a true friend is a friend in deed The tidal wave raises fine soaked sand from the bottom of the ocean And the waves curl out pearl white reflecting a most Picture Perfect Image that is truly splendid and always sublime to behold and cherish As Nature's soft wind caresses your aura and inspires your next poem She who sends these very waves touching beautiful personifies a Muse So rare, so special—and brings her influence and talents to bear in Masterfully supporting the efforts of fellow poets and dreamers as they "Spill Ink" on blank pages late at night crafting their next poetic masterpiece The very power and wonder of her good works and positive influence are Always there magnificently arrayed like pure beams of sunshine touching And dazzling all in her reach quite profoundly with the magic of her thoughts And the quiet courage of her convictions as the simply wonderful poet she is Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (Free Verse Poem), November 26, 2014 NOTE: Written in Honor of Anne-Lise Andresen for Her Fine Poetry and For Her Continued Professional Support and Encouragement of Other Fellow Poets.
written 9th sept 2011 LANCE I need your love, so much I never dreamed this... would come from your touch my soul has grown into you It's a love, I had never before knew Your kind, and so patient For I must proclaim... I took my sweet time, to see myself.. your way You love me for me, what more can I say What you've always see in me I can only say, by Gods grace, and your faith Did I come to see, that very day I would finally say the words... "I do"
Just married….. The suns in dropping, the drapes are drawn. The table is set, candles burn on. Anxiously she waits, for her handsome prince. Sitting on the curb, excited and tense! She gazes, at the apartment's entry. She dreams of their life, and love of plenty. As he approaches this grand estate: In his sight, is his sexy soul mate! Raptured by her astonishing beauty: His kiss of love, comes not by duty! Raising children… The laundry is piled, mountain high. Kids are fighting, and suppers nigh. Grocery shopping was put on hold. Oh' this routine, is getting real old! Tired and dirty, he walks through the door. Stepping on toys that are left on the floor! He says; "honey I'm home, what's for dinner? I sure am hungry; I hope it's a winner"! She glares at him, as if in disgust. Let's take out, because tonight I'm crushed! Back to two….. Kids are now grown, and fear sets in. Where is that girl, and boy of then? She's striving hard, to break her mold. In her writings, her heart is told! After toiling, yet another day: Honey, I'm home, he just can't say! Totally burned out, and just ready to doze: A life of fishing, he does quickly propose! Gently her lips caress his cheek. Then fear does vanish, love unique! To be continued (God Willing).... Stacey Brown 1-23-14
She has become Like a thin Chinese tea cup Placed upon a large rock She has become… fragile Afraid to go anywhere Least she break She sits outside When the weather is clear Reading the same book She has read for many years Painfully turning the pages With crooked fingers Occasionally I see her smile As the lines on her face Seem to multiply ten fold While she tries to remember Why she is smiling When the cooler weather Dances around her She wears a long soft scarf Wrapped many times Around her neck To keep the cold away Sometimes She will ask me "When will my friends Be coming by?" And I sit next to her Hold her hand And say to her Soon Grandma… soon
When He breaks you It is to re-make you. If given the choice To give destiny your voice You would undoubtedly have picked this state Such is the irony of fate He breaks you now So you later see the how - How the pieces of your journey come to be A slow but eventual solving of this mystery He makes you work work work – then fail So that you realize your means are of no avail Without His will - But feel His mercy fill - Even through the aches still He punctures your bubble of hope To teach you the meaning of struggling to cope To avoid you saying 'this was all from me' Which you might say if it always did come so easy He lets you fall So that when you stand It's straight and tall Your past sorrows Not letting you drown Without your ego Weighing you down Even while the road appears smooth He lets you trip and trip again So that you might stumble upon hidden treasures From the dirt, which you may otherwise not gain In essence, He knows Best The perfect Teacher Who puts the perfect test - Truly, He breaks you To re-make you… Better.
The end of days draws in so fast. Nothing we know will ever last. For some, time feels like real ice; Be it lousy, or be it so nice. Time flies against their will. Nothing stops it, no one will. We can change how we live. We can learn how to give. We can live like frowning isles. We can live with shiny smiles. We can be as mean as misers. We can be as kind as givers. The choice we make time will tell, How we honor or how we sell! The choice we make remains ill. It dies away without a will. The choice is just one tiny step, There will be more you have to prep. Between the cup and the lip. There is but many a sip. 13/7/2014
The Lord brought to me a blessing in my life! He's blessed me with such a wonderful wife! Help me Lord to not be deceived by other things I see… May I continue to love the wife you gave to me! Help me to give her my undivided attention! And to give all of my love and affection! In my her, may I daily seek her inner beauty! And treat her like the finest diamond and ruby!
Love for me is being alone. Me, myself and I I promise I wouldn't cry because I ain't breaking no laws
Seeking accompany- Zamreen Zarook I kick to wonder what made me to cry, Am really writing as a fry, Myself launch to be dry, This ink will be a victim for my cry. What really went wrong with me all these day, What made e to forget my last day, I realized I jumped out of my track yesterday, So I regret for that, what is called as present today. Happiness have started to wave hands for this sinner, Sadness have started to move inner, The faults that I considered as miner, So far changed as a miner of a winner. My face was a comparison to sunlight, Where as my routine changed it to moon light, I wish to get that twilight, As a sinner I started to search for that enlight. I started to enjoy what is right, I remade my faults as a kite, I wished it would fly apart from my sight, My system said, you are free from your rubbish weight. It proved that I always should depend on god, In whatever the variation of my mood, He is there to clear my victorious road, So, I started to live according to His code.
UNSUPPORTED CODE What Will I Do? Where Will I Go? What will I do? Where will I go? Which direction I'll take… I don't really know! In just a moment, I lost all, that I worked hard to get… I'm thinking of "letting go." But haven't done it yet… The things I held so close... Have all disappeared. It happened so fast. It's kind of "weird." Those I call my friends, don't really know what to say. Most of them shake their heads, and walk away! I've cried myself to sleep many days and nights. It's like someone has "turned off the lights." The only one I know, that I can turn to, is Christ alone! I need him to heal my broken heart and home. Dear Jesus, will you take some time to help me out? I know that helping people is what you're about! Please help me to pick up the pieces that are scattered! Help me to focus on the things in life that really matter! I need to give you, all of my focus and attention! I need your word to show me some clear direction! You're the one that I always need to hold on to! I need to do this, and to completely trust you! Thank you Jesus for listening and answering my prayer! I'm thankful that you're someone who really cares! Thank you for restoring my life, that has been "up-ended." With your love, my heart has been healed and mended! By Jim Pemberton
Soul Awakening Wrapped in your arms My soul awakened From a long dark sleep My heart is now alive No more do I weep My lover's smile So tender and true A sweet ray of God's sunshine Lead me to you Blissful now Content somehow Where once my heart Was pummeled And pounded No more do I fear Love sounds Sounded… Love is now all that I hear So hold me close My darling one With you by my side All fear is gone….
She watched as the earth fell asleep Waited for the yellow moon soft kisses of unfaithful wind.. Images..Images on her head Nostalgic memory of a forgotten love Flashes of things she tried to forget.. Her eyes caught the reflection of the moon locked inside the rain on her cheek.. She was standing alone.. Her grieving heart sought solace from the moon She petitioned the stars Where is he this very night? Cruel..oh so cruel.. Beneath the silence of the sky she bowed her head and cried..
T-ake my hand sweet doll, R-un with me,till we are O-n our way to love spot. U-ntill the sun goes down B-enders of time we be L-oving eachoda without E-nd till we turned to mist Note: Iwas moved by different attempts some wonderful poets made. It spurred me into action. Hope It was well penned.
Dealing with deep touching issues sleepless nights worried lovingly do not understand my head anymore teardrops keep falling weakness cut from finest silk cannot take this heartbreak and disappointment Enough watching my mother and father crying respect not into this hurting pain brings joy ends inside indignity knowing my path was chosen from birth Goodness knows why through the injustice reeks tyranny inflames scars unhappy dealing with invisible grief and shame it brings forth sharing what I must make visible fighting for truth hate manifesting Opening these eyes a miracle dream bowing defeat comes disturbing news within great pain and loss not guilty judged pleas unheard story No say deemed unworthy suffering with the courage to stand up against conviction What I believe in the end justice peace holds pure the innocence unheard societies untouchables in this world tyranny hides shame to speak rising behind pride and greed masks destruction of a heart's dignity When falling down on my knees burdened heavily patience wounds salted always stood for what is right speaking up in defense true spirit embracing souls joined love united we sang with freedom choosing our destinies directions join Dancing tunes always sunshine peace finds the only direction home hand in hand such friendship forever a promise shines one day to come we have walked this path golden together shared in this life our dreams kissing sacred gift maiden unrhymed tercet
You have fought, and been broken, now time to let go… The hardship, the worry, the pain & dismay Open eyed clear surrounds. Look! Breathe in rainbows Open eyed feel cool wind. Scent of leaves, soil, water, Penetrating molecules with gifts of being "Tranquil, dear heart" Accept though it's finite… Accept that it is! You are! Feel again, and you will feel again.
Lord, please forgive me. I need You. I messed up. Please, save me. Thank You. I trust You. I love You. I am a hypocrite. Please, change me. Thank You. Amen.
He watches her leave Wishing she knew Of his enduring love Only when courage Gives him voice to speak Will she know his truth The hold she has on him He looks to hold her gaze Hoping for a backward glance A sign giving him hope That she feels the same He waits in anticipation As she leaves his sight Heart and mind torn Conflicted and frustrated He knows until he speaks His love for her Will consume him inside
How do I stay soulful, without seeming like a raging goddess? I would always be the raging sea, Don't sail your boats or ships upon my waters! Expected to be slaughters, by my sharks The rough waves: and the haunted ghost slaves. You toss abroad, unlike the garage you scattered on my shore, I kept your secrets; at the bottom of ocean floor I sting your eyes, and bitter your taste: Rock your ships from side to side Yet, you smuggle my fish out to land: what a disgrace! A man would always be a man Why did you leave the dry land and sail the ocean blue You pirate! You luxury ocean liners: you liars Can you hold on to my waters? The laughter takes hold of you. I filled myself with rage, because of the things you do No safety nets…… ,
The roaring sound of a freight train wind, Blows northern snows across the prairie again. horizontal snow that ices over eye-lashes, Quickly brings a halt to any kind of progresses. Shivering bones and chattering teeth, Just a mile or so to the end that keeps, the warmth of a fire in a pot-belly stove, one more mile till my Wyoming home. I can smell the fire burning on a 60 mile per hour gust, Faint; but I can smell it just enough, to keep my feet moving in an unmerciful land, Please dear Lord, don't let this be my last stand. Growing tired and weary, snow up to my hips, I remember your kisses on my half frozen lips. We danced in that field of purple and white, Now, it seems I've lost my way, and I've lost my life. I think I'll sit and rest just a bit.
Jump up and down like a jackrabbit running through meadows running from what? Could it be heartbreak, a venemous snake that hides in the grass, hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life? Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now! I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you, who don't show you love and respect. Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now, as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating slower this time, not like the days before and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything, I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids that people call, their souls. Recording a film with no tape, talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice tell her before she leaves turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love the trees grow taller, taller than you and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life. I cannot see you lose your love. Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up! Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her! Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness Reading poetry it makes me sad, to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one. People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope but I am a frightened little jackrabbit who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love, not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel. She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song She smiles and moves on, please tell me I cannot fight anymore. All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye I need a vacation to go to some sandy beach on an island of love and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me but makes you all fall in love with words! Fiction about love stories, please kiss me Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me I bet twenty, he bets my soul Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get, besides my poet friends who kiss my ass Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit running away from love.....
Gray and abysmal are her days Each moment a faded dark haze Consumed in her fairy tale dream Her prince never came it would seem Venturing she thought it were fate A new destination, clean slate Then within a breath of meeting And an awkward funny greeting She was cast under a love spell Too embarrassed to ever tell How easily the lyrics came Now that he set her heart inflame Listen to the keys dance along Oh how melodic is their song Listen to the strings strum along Oh the harmony of their song In perfect tune with emotion Played with pure, loving, devotion Two separate songs bound as one The album of hearts has begun Her fantasy life broken down Soon after arriving in town Energized to attain her goals Pondering after long night strolls Rejuvenated was her heart As though life had begun to start A story begins to unfold Yet their feelings remained untold Curiosity starts to bloom Her soul slowly consumed in gloom Hoping for answers of desire She burned with his internal fire Listen to the keys dance along Oh how melodic is their song Listen to the strings strum along Oh the harmony of their song In perfect tune with emotion Played with pure, loving, devotion Two separate songs bound as one The album of hearts has begun The album of hearts has begun Two separate songs bound as one And somehow they already knew Without them saying "I love you"
In a cold dark damp jungle on a line he now calls home, Sits the Forward Observer, waiting for orders, observing the enemy all alone. Enemy trying to find his position; to terminate his view. He'll sit in silence for hours, to guide the direction for a military move. No sleep, no fire, COLD; bitter cold Korean jungle. Slow moves; that command approves. Watchful eyes; always looking for the sniper's The sniper always trying to end your day, your life; your way, back to your family. Slither like a snake they said during training to do this job. Slow and calculated because every move could be your last. seconds into minutes; minutes into hours; hours into days and still no replacement, to take this chill away. Silence becomes your friend. Time becomes a loss, Cold damp surroundings, become your only boss. F.O. they call me; both sides abhor me! because I'm the one that rains down fire, on the line as only I can see it. Some call me God, others call me satin, it all mixes in the middle as a Forward Observer station.
I'm strong enough to take your insults I'm strong enough to take your pain I'm strong enough to stem the tears That threaten to soak my soul like rain I'm strong enough to take your silence I'm strong enough to take the neglect I'm strong enough because I know That you're afraid to reconnect I'm strong enough to take your madness I'm strong enough to take your fear I'm strong enough because I know You can't survive without me near So go ahead! Unleash the fury! Go ahead! Try to make me break! I will withstand the awful onslaught Because I know how much to take I know inside you there is someone Who's been hurt right to the core Someone who has been damaged When he wanted to love some more Someone whose soul is soft and tender Someone who needs to heal in time That's why I can take your abuse Because I know your heart is mine! Eileen Manassian Ghali
She said baby I have to go, I said girl you don't need to go, Because baby I want you to stay, 'Til the sun rise, 'Til the end of the night, I said baby I'm feelin you, And I'm fallin in love with you, Which is somethin I never thought I would do, But, I did today, So girl, Why don't you stay, Chorus:2x Why don't you stay, 4x 'Til the sun rise, 'Til the end of the night, She said baby I have to leave, I said girl I don't want you to leave, My darling please stay with me, 'Til the night end, Then come back again, Because baby we have a chance, For us to have a great romance, So, girl take my hand and dance, You don't have to go, Baby don't go, Chorus: 3x 'Til the sun rise, 'Til the end of the night,
Singing around in love; Smiles built from the ground. Holding hands in the dance; Laughing with brothers and sisters, All in His Glorious Name. Throughout His perfectly sculpted land: Look around because this is it; Look around because this is love; Look around and know, understand, comprehend, Rejoice because you are perfect; You are God's beautiful children!
To My Wife On Valentines Day 2015 Tree of Love by JT Curtis Once a year I walk to A wooded lot by me It doesn't take me very long To find that special tree There, dwells sweet memories, As my love for you still grows That's why I've carved this heart, for you So many years ago I'm reminded of the first time I saw you standing here I heard a voice, a silent voice Like Cupid in my ear So, I walked up to this tree and with my pocket knife I carved the message in its bark "Will you please be my wife" Now every Valentines I'm sure to make my way Down to this old tree That's still standing here today And take out my old knife To carve another heart To show the world, I still love you And that we'll never part
Love is my nest. It holds me where all the world I see. It saves me from the ground which my soul will never meet. Up in a forest tree hunters scattering in threes they'll never catch me I have love. I am perfectly happy. relaxed I am I do not stress for there isn't life without my nest. who cares what's below? I am above. love is my nest My nest is my love.
In Youth-less Age Though gentle, hopeful drifts we brood, but age our wont be kind enough, in threescores is when life imbued, will partial be the earthly stuff; but you'll still be my fancy then, when Suns shall be the Shallowest, and dry as those days --my fingers, pen! Diluting the persistent best; then shall I my own mind bereave, when servile times would near a close, but will your eyes, mine still deceive, that greater truth than life propose. The understanding of our earth, up till we stay, --the way shall give, entwine when with a lovers mirth, we not our age but more shall live; there I shall be a part of you, though life may still not worthy be, but time the hearts as one does sew and breeds the soul's eternity. Soon ladies fine with auburn head, in youth's subservience shall grow, with shadows white and lips blood red, to whom the haste --the world will owe; but, by the words that reason frowns, and those that cost if cared for less; within the gardens, across all towns, just you my dame this heart possess, as your my gardens cherished fruit, could time nor age do you wrong, your grace can shift a hand from mute, such do my rhymes to you belong, and the words, claims that come to me, be their center, and my days renew, until the time this soul is free, and life us quells, an end pursue; the end of the sojourn we made, shall love then still be intense more, when breaths and sight move to a fade, like youth, your age --I shall adore. R.N.Khan, © 2012
A girl whom he'd forgotten At his door, showed up the other day The one he'd always wanted Just knew not what to say The boy she longed to hold She caught his eyes once again Of her love, to him, she never told But this time, all her love, she will send Once in a lifetime, and not one time more Fate takes hold, luck is lent From out of the blue, a miracle occurs Hearts reunite, Together Again She greets him with a smile A sparkle in her eyes For his love, she'd run for miles To try this thing called love, just one time Gazing at her beauty, he feels her in heart Remembering those nights, with her, in his dreams And how he felt at this whole love's start Where they'd be one forever, to him, oh how it seemed Well this girl's name was Katie, and his Steve And oh how tears were shed, by them both, when they were forced to leave But in the past that was, so now he holds her hand Two angels together, forever they'll stand Once in a lifetime, and not one time more Fate takes hold, luck is lent From out of the blue, a miracle occurs Hearts reunite, Together Again An old couple now, a lifetime of love They've conquered all, risen together, above Together, all the years, oh how they've spent And to each other, all their love they have sent Feeling each others hearts beating every morning Through all the decades, all the happy years Steve's heart though, one of these days, stopped without warning And Katie's wrinkled face, moistened with tears How could Katie live now, without her beloved by her side Knowing that beside her, his heart slowly died? She dreams every night now, just as he did before, of heaven Where they'll be Together Again Once in a lifetime, and not one time more Fate takes hold, luck is lent From out of the blue, a miracle occurs Hearts reunite, Together Again
written 2nd Aug 2013 This life is not as it should be pick up your wife, can't you see You're her husband, stand up! give her a reason, to again believe She means 'everything'....to this family shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone Do you actually know her at all... damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long it must be asked...do you still love her? Are you willing to help her to her feet again? or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare how much does she really mean to you...do you still care? Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it... Love and care, or death and dispirit It's all up to you! Her loving husband, what will you do.....
Let me at first sight split in your eyes To see the look you will wear on your face. Let me seize foods and fruits from your gullet For three morning and night To see your mood in this condition Let me empty your purse to water and sands To look up to your disdain temper of insatiable. Let me pressurize you under the sun To see how vengeance discomfort your heart will beat Let me knife you a wound on your body To witness your impatient state. Let me axed your wound To hear what your mouth will pronounce. Will it upon these tortures and treatments Withstand to sonorously call her name? Or will it renounce her name to a worthless measurement? Endless is a love that never resist all odds; Fall-out is a weakling love Which waits only in all good accord.
With bicycles and a big shoulder sling bag You were there, at the other side of my fence Throwing the paper toward me with a smile Awarded me with a wonder-stricken time lag I remember, you were ten and I was eight It was in 1940, our first met So soon later we allied And all these times, I always sure that it was truly a fate I remember, it was on an anesthetize Sunday morning You put a ring on my finger when I was just seventeen We started riding our life together in a rollercoaster of emotions For years you are my one and only paperboy prince charming Today, on your grave that is shrouded by Autumn leaves Knowing that our love surely went on endlessly I smile and take another breath in the eyes of eternity A splendor moment, for our memories, far away from griefs ~ Shirley Candy Indonesia, 11/05/2013 05.36 AM
My battery fully charged the week is brand new all the lost loved ones are telling me thank you for bringing them to life in my memory yesterday now I am ready to win in any way and nothing can hold me back from my dreams people are staring in utter disbelief they think the devil has contracted my life little do they know I took the path to the right and now I am reaping the rewards in my struggle so much so that now I've reduced my enemies to rubble and now I am standing on the power of my own alive in the jungle of my mind, my kingdom, I'm home to see the new dawn and for all those now gone I will always remember you and your spirit will live on.
Life relapse and develops new memories and experiences sighted through brown eyes Miles of driving, walking. Thousands of laughters, a few bad habits, a gorgeous dream for an addict Later in life finally files success, the prism adjusts, the same sun ray reflects After a few years of a psychological interpretation which people know god as capable of, ends up all a misunderstanding Maybe someday you'll read my books of insanity And the signature I left under this writing with my very last breath inside of me Because Im now free pieces of ashes in the ocean living my Californian dream, cleaning myself in the tides salt of oceanic health, being the creme that fizzes the sand at your feet In reality, I never made it with you; When you think honey, long nights of cuddling, sun rays on a beach I've never seen, take some pictures for me And my Californian dream will follow you until you figure out the key, honey. The world without one woman's smile would mean, id never created the Californian dream; Id of never lived it, even by the death of me I'd of never known sweet honey and beer is one hell of a mixture And sometimes when you think only the walls are watching You need to talk lower, maybe even whisper. The world without one woman, one less journey, and a million less thoughts is one less dream. If I live the world without one woman, ill never meet the climax of my Californian dream.
My yoke is easy, burden light. Our Savior said to mankind herd. That God who walked with humble might. By multitudes his truths were heard. My Lord, who died upon the tree, Those words to some might seem absurd. Eternal love, life's' mystery, The purest son God ever saw. He came to earth to set man free! He lived his life without one flaw. He pleas for us despite our sin, His sacrifice binds heaven's law. But Satan's works can make souls spin. Alone a man can die in strife. The meek and lowly learn to win. They show God's way until it's rife. And give up labors meant for wealth. Each step they choose designs their life. A simple path imbued with health. As boldness bound to love proves great. For might of meekness holds no stealth. The path to rest is laid out straight. The meek and lowly find the way. When, greedy labors dissipate. The rest he taught wins heaven's stay. ã June 21, 2013 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Saturday Morning's routines The odor of wood smoke Came into my bedroom I saw the flambeau flickering lights From my window That when I knew it was time To get out of bed; I heard old man Sealy voice He said to his wing man To put another log on the fire Keeps the fire blasting? He said I put on my rubber rain boots I Headed down to the barn Knowingly, it was so close to dawn Pappy said hey "small point" Where are you going? Go back to your bed. I just wanted to watch The pigs being slaughter ^ Every Saturday morning Old man Sealy slaughter the animals On my granddad farm It meant meat for the villagers Pork, beef, chicken and lambs Fresh Meat for all: Pappy always said Do not handicap the children By making their lives easy So I hurried on down to the pig pens to watch. The pigs struggle and squeal violently The lambs' trembles As they struggle to be free ^ As a little child, I thought that animal was raised To be killed for food; Now looking back on those days I think it was incredible and sad However, I had some wonderful time Grilling meat on a stick With the Butcher's team My Childhood memories Of the slaughter house what is your stories...Attachments
In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. "Come on now, sweetheart. Don't lower your head. Don't look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don't go back into your bedroom. Don't lock the door! Why are you doing this?" my brain will plea. I can't help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don't have to worry about anyone but myself. I don't have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. But I would like to… I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man's hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain. And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally finally finally know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.
Festered lament maddens me Why must the despair of my heart's desire Truly enlighten me? I rested among the sick and lame And found myself no different from the rest For a troubled mind holds endless poverty Penniless regret marks as a sickness no doctor can prescribe For the bottles of balm are empty And medicinal hope grows angry I derived my madness from creativity Revealing the remains of my humanity 'Cool off, child', I heard a soft voice whisper But can't you see I live off the flame? It asks for no nickel or dime! But it seeks to destroy all the same The small voice returns at times And often my heart listens But we all listen And only believe in the inevitability of pain I speak of the majority Not of you For you are blessed and beyond disgrace You have a life—a beautiful face And most of all, you are rich With attributes I can only dream of You are rich with life and purpose Holding inscrutabilities I can only wish to understand You lift me without touch or care Disposing me from your treasures Because though you meant no harm, You are rich with blessing And must remove all possible threats So my festered lament Remains an enlightenment I can say I am rich in poverty But you are forever rich In Mystery What hurts the most is knowing I may be wrong about you For you are so obscure in this mind And as empty as I am I wish to be filled In your richness But we all are filled to the brim in the end And sometimes I cannot distinguish the good from the bad There is nothing I wish to discard So I hoard in constant deficiency and despair And I hoard the idea that you are beyond compare That you are rich And always will be richer Than me—or he
He crouched among the 'noble' men Of so much worth they were much to him As seas carry creatures, he carries hope within How much longer must he wait for them, then- To let him in? A beam of a smile appeared on his face They spoke of beautiful women, in dance and grace Their laughter fed his soul like water quenching fire His confidence low, yet high his most wanted Desire The chatter was of an upcoming banquet With well-dressed lovelies, their speech eloquent Hearts swollen with wine and merriment He longed to live among them With resentment Eyes never glanced his way, he hoped to find A gleam coming to meet him eye to eye And as they spoke with anxious humor, There came over the youth a sudden Tremor He was ready to make himself known In beggar's clothes he would have shown That he can speak as eloquent as any And that the smallest bodies of waters Are plenty The 'noble' men continued their vibrant chat Without a thought of the boy, not e'en a glance When suddenly the youth sprung up, ignited "My friends, I too—I too Am excited!" There was a pause in the chilly air Some men laughed but the host merely stared The beggar man smiled and bowed so nobly They would have never suspected a man of his tongue As lowly The smile disappeared as they continued to jeer And the boy was overtaken with inferior fear At last the host said, "Good man, I am glad you are excited, But do tell me—er...were you ever Invited?" His head went down the kindhearted floor He could not take the unfeeling eyes on him anymore Pained to the marrow of his bones, he shook his head He was never invited, he was never Well fed He ran away with tears in his youthful eyes It is sad how quickly one's hope can die And all that night no hope remained but hunger, Leaving him driven to survive, not above But under
Since times of old, a man so tall, will lean upon a woman small. Since first they met, and their paths did cross, they've tried to capture time that's lost... By the grace of God, each day anew, their strength combined is more than two... He's keen of eye and sure of foot, yet she sees things he overlooks... As they maneuver 'round an iceberg's tip, she lights the way, and he guides the ship... Copyright © 2006
The blue waters, The green trees, The blue skies, The light breeze, The crisp air, The birds sing, The puffed clouds; The awakening.
Oh it's a beautiful night! The moon is full And the stars are glowing While the trees, with Earth's cool summer breeze Start slowly blowing... A campfire's flames are burning so bright While a young couple holds each other tight Warming their hearts, as these two lovers embrace Traveling together, through time and space Oh how tonight, with their love, they won't hide Two lovers forever, Side By Side Under the stars, both of them lay They've been together, happy, all night and all day Holding each other, a sweet caress While green grass stains her pretty white dress But no words, to each other, do they say Happy just sitting Side By Side, knowing no other way Gazing up at the stars Breathing in the night Them together with nature A beautiful sight All the years they've both struggled And how they cried Has led them here tonight It matters not now As they'll lie here forever, Side By Side
I recite your name in the whispers of the wind for bonded to my heart are you until the end I lifted the chalice drank deeply of its wine I felt of its effects the fullness of divine Like the chords of piano and dulcimers delight your melodies do waft through every thought at night a master plays the chords a violin with strings plays my heart like a harp whose music on it rings Your fingers play me like the stroke of piano keys every touch I enjoy your heart it aims to please you are a symphony whose chords have touched my heart a birth cries transmission of transformation every part Songs like an aria may yet I learn to sing whose vocals resonate the inmost of my being You left no line untouched no strand is mine alone made sure you did I knew would make you me your own Somewhere I lost myself I gave it all to you things I don't understand reasons appear askew I inhale you my breathe to deepest parts within need you to embrace me as close as your own skin We retire together speak 'neath the baleful skies of every trial in life and those who live in lies greet me in the morning curl around me at night sing to me of love songs of futures very bright The wedding of my heart tears away my mind I want to forever hold you for all of time Are not your words a bath that removes the worlds dirt a balm of medicine to heal the deepest hurt Its surpassing sweetness a palate of good taste love so intoxicating no drop will go to waste the adversary's here and tramples the flowers but you oh my beloved too freely roam my hours My life is but a breath an instrument of song music tells the stories of lives and right and wrong The scent of yesterdays the pathways of the past forward now the future into the everlast Proverbs 16 24 Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones. COPYRIGHT © 2013 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
JESUS, OUR SAVIOR There was a young Man Named Jesus Who came to earth one day He came to save lost souls But He didn't come to stay He came to die that we might live He gave His life for me The day that He was crucified And died on Calvary's tree A Comforter was sent to us As promised in God's Word To teach us to live a holy life I pray that you have heard This Savior called Emmanuel Can save you from your sin If only you submit to Him And let Him live within So humble yourself and seek His face Turn from your wicked ways My friend, you'll be so glad you did You'll give God all the praise Then on that final judgment day You'll hear the Savior say Enter into the joy of your Lord He'll not turn you away Curtis Moorman 20 January 2013
Always I have dreamed of loving a woman like you , So kind and understanding in all of the things you do. Everyday you are always the same so full of life, Making me so proud the day you become my wife. Never do I worry when things do not go my way, Only words of encouragement you would have to say. To hear you laugh or to see your beautiful smile , Stays with me in my thoghts for such a long while. I am forever thinking of the happiness you bring me, Confirming our lives together was always meant to be . Every night I Thank my Lord for how special you've been, I find myself a very Blessed man for what he did. A person could ask for no more when it comes to love , Especially when there's no doubt it was made from above. Tac
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
Whether I will wither in the warmth Or wilt with the weather, I worry wildly! For I'd rather, Weep with wounds when wrapped into a wreath Than Get wrenched (plucked) away worthlessly!
stay cool not a fool kept this in mine i watch you all the time COMMIT A CRIME YOUR MINE
Caress my thirsty heart with tender words of love Shower me in gossamer soft kisses that render my soul to float to a higher places that transpire from thy velvet awakening exploring glove. Plant the seeds of pleasure that bloom on fertile ground Show me thy treasure and where thy sun kissed Summit we climb may be found. Let us languish in euphoric wedlock's private as warm waves like on a moody ocean sweep over us As we lose ourselves within the enveloping deep tides of eternity. Peter Dome.copyright.2013.Jan.
When you're hurt inside, And there's no where to hide, And there's no one on your side, And it's killing your pride, Inside, Never take hate outside, When your heart is chocking, The heavy words never spoken, The things that hurt you inside, When love has died, Inside, Never take hate outside, When your heart is gone, From being alone, And it beats a solemn tone, When you're cold inside, It's only a short ride, Never take hate outside
Am I Really Happy? With everything I've acquired and got... What kind of happiness has it brought? With everything I have or can name... Has it given me joy or brought me shame? With all that this world can give me… What kind of life "lies beneath me?" With all of my possessions and wealth… Do I have contentment and "true" wealth? I want it to be known and wish to express… I'm not so sure, I'm what you would call "blessed." There's something I know to be certain. Tomorrow could be life's "final curtain." There's something that's been on my mind. Have I given God just some of "my" time? There's one thing I'm going to do… And do it now! I'm going to come to the Lord and humbly bow. This is something I need to say and do... Give it all to God! And tell him; "I LOVE YOU!" Something that I should have done already... When Christ comes again… I want to be ready! God's joy and happiness is true and very real! The presence of God.., I can already feel! What God has given to me, no one can take away! For he comforts me and is with me every day! By Jim Pemberton
My tribute to two wonderful guys I know I've said it all before But I must tell you again About a man called John Sherman Maybe I write in vain But I must tell the world about The two guys in my life Who I'll put on a pedestal John and his lovely wife He don't come from religion Nor any beliefs at all He's more like a Psychologist His approach is wonderful To don't claim to be a Guru He's just a humble man Yet he will do most anything To help you if he can. Once I suffered oh, so much With anxiety and fear I hated me, the whole damned world My head was never clear My wife was set to leave me My kids thought me so low All because of a foolish war So lonely I did grow. Then John he showed me just one act And said 'That's it, that's all!' And I just listened to the man Though I am not a fool And now It's four years later And my heart is filled with bliss There's nothing could destroy it That's just the way it is. No more the fear of life is here No more the fear of death No more that awful greyness No more I feel bereft Every day to me right now Is another brand new day As life becomes more beautiful In every kind of way. I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter
Waste not her love in all it's tender exhibits Nor take for granted the look in her eyes Lest her softness be calloused fictitious Or her trust in your heart be despised The strength of a man lies not in his stature Nor the kingdoms he's built in his name It's not in the dreams defeated or captured Or heroically owning some blame The love of a lady discerns what is true The child's heart that dwells in her man His need to be nurtured vulnerabilities debut Entrance to an unguarded land There's a bravery more gallant Than the absence of fear When in loves sweet embrace transparent Gratitudes strength displayed by way of unbridled tears Ah so few things in life so precious As the slow dance between woman and man Fewer still are the moments that leave you breathless When love finds it's way past adversities plan I say... Waste not the love of a lady Your rugged stance will have its due Lavish her with pure surrender Her last breath will whisper... "My love is true"
To be recogonised... Doesn't mean you are the best ...Now it should be clear. For you yet to win.. Mustn't stop you from dreaming ...belief in yourself.
Lord, I don't understand. Maybe I never did. The destination of the path seemed so grand, yet now it looks horrid! Why? The dragon You've placed, mine to fight still breathes fire and brimstone in my neck, but I'm armoured with incapability to smite and the cobblestones You paved lead to this wreck. Why? I dreamt of the moon, but couldn't reach the stars, so I drifted into the sun and soon I would be burnt with scars. Why shroud my mind with dreams of peace at daylight's bend, yet shred it with horrors at night? Why let me pursue a rainbow when there never was an end? The past is bathed in murky waters and clothed in miry clay. Now the future looks no better and mere words can't express what I wish to say. Lord, here I lay at Your mercy, angry and heartbroken. You don't make mistakes and You set free. Please, I beg be my beacon! Loose the shackles, break the chains that I may serve You again. Show me the true way You planned, for I have reached the end of this one.
I have the power to move desperation, I think about my ideas, And I move my mind to my own world of imagination, I use my powers to move people into a land of peace, I throw my mind on the paper, And my confidence in the pencil, As I control the negative mind with great thoughts, So blissful, I have the power to move depression, The power to flatten an emotional erruption, I use it to save an innocent life, I can kill an evil mind, As sharp as a knife, I have the power to move sorrow, And slap it with the joys of tommorow, I have the power to create happiness in mid air, I have the power to blind hate with trickery, I have the power to kill iniquity.
The God That I DO Believe In! There's a God that I really DO believe in! I knew this the moment I received him! This is the God whom I hold special and dear! He's always with me! Always near! He's the God of the glory of heaven above! He's also the God who's given us his love! He's the God who doesn't want anyone to go to hell! His son gave his life! So your soul can be well! I've given him my life with a renewed commitment! He's brought to me peace and a godly contentment! He's God! And can't be ruled by someone's theology! He can't be explained by science or biology! He's given us his word for a godly inspiration! Let's not twist it, into our own "interpretation!" He's alive and powerful! Let the whole earth proclaim! The majestic wonder and glory, there is in HIS name! Jesus is alive today! He reigns in resurrection power! You too can know him! And be changed this very hour! The God that I believe in, can be your God too! He's done his part! The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton
I've heard of those who say they're "happy and gay." Where are those who proclaim; "Jesus is the only Way?" I've heard of many who discuss creation vs. evolution. Where are those who proclaim Jesus is the solution? I've heard of many who chose an "alternate lifestyle." Where are those...who for Jesus... will go "the extra mile?" There are those who say; "Jesus isn't real!" Where are those who'll confess HIM with a passion and a zeal? There's so many who sit in their church's pew. Where are those... Whom to Christ… Will say; 'I LOVE YOU!" There's too many who are on their way to hell. Where are those who truly love Jesus? Can you tell??? I know of a redeeming savior's mercy and grace. His love has been extended to the human race. Jesus speaks a loving call and merciful plea... He says; "take up your cross and follow me!" Jesus brings true gladness and overflowing joy! This is freely offered to every man, woman, girl and boy! NOW is the day of salvation & the accepted time! Christ can change us! And renew our mind! I know that very soon.. Jesus is coming again! Where are those who desire to be cleansed within? I know that an abundant life is what Jesus will freely give! Where one can find eternal life! And a true meaning to live! By Jim Pemberton
Excitement is in Georgia standing on a ledge. His expression is that he loves her. But she loves someone else. Yet everything about her says she thinking of me. Tell me please, why is she not part of my destiny. If faith is the witness, I will conquer her love. She will not think of him anymore. I called to her to come to me early on. She answered by coming straight from home. I was waiting on the balcony when I heard her knock. I ran to the door and pull on the knob. The door open hastily and we hugged. We stood in the foyer for a moment or two. Walking not saying a word, we enter the bedroom. If faith is the witness, I will conquer her love. She will not think of him anymore. ____________________________________| PENNED ON MARCH 08, 2014!
Eons ago, in a hotel room, I came face to face with doom! Danger did loom There in that dark room! A ghoul seated on a broom Appeared in the bedroom And sprinkled some gloom On my soul, so in need of a bloom! Ready to be my bridegroom Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom He called out to the groom To have a festive lunchroom! When I found strength to be a boom I called out with my heart's zoom And my Lord removed my gloom By dissipating my cursed brume! Eons ago, in a hotel room I begot a boon, and a re-gloom And my soul began to re-groom For at last, I had found my real room!
We'll be forever building gold mines from scrap metal and taking recycled energy to cosmic levels through third eye We'll go un-noticed until the heavens turn or if our chakras are not aligned constantly diverting negative thoughts through our meditative lights We'll build a sandcastle from determination and live life on the edge, fulfilling divine order and witnessing creation, living in the now and staying ahead We'll tip the earth off it's axis and trick subconscious mind states into submission You can catch us in the wind transcending counter reactions Bi-passing illusions of circumstances We'll have an abundance of the maximum Enough love energy for all who attract our path We'll be the ones in the light asking for nothing in return but peace at last
When I look into your eyes, I see the love that first sparked the flame of passion deep with in my soul. When I hold your hand I feel the warmth that took me by surprise and filled an empty hole. When I walk with you upon the road of life, I am forever grateful I took you for my wife. Never a day do I regret having spent time in your presence. Never a day will I ever say, that your love doesn't surround me like a fence. I will hold your hand and seek your love forever as the sun does shine. I will touch your heart and care for you and always you will be mine. The curiosity that your smile holds, the twinkle of innocence in your eyes, Will always keep me by your side and shelter me from the world's lies. You are mine and I am yours our love forever and always true. Together we will bear the loads as we have paid the due. We share the good and share the bad in all that we must do. Onward we go not looking back and move as one not two. Oh, my darling, my love is strong and will only be for you! You are my forever friend and no one else will ever do. All my love, Your husband.
God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer! God told me, in order for my prayer to be effective. That I should not choose to be so "selective." I asked him: "what do you mean by this question?" I wasn't quite prepared for the reception! God said; "You've chosen to be selective in how you live." "There's only so much, to me, that you want to give!" "You said that I'm your Lord, by your way of living." "But a life of holiness, is what you're not giving." "You want the prayer answered, but have nothing to show for it." "You claim to accept my grace, but aren't willing to share it." "How can I answer your prayer, when it's only convenient?" "Haven't I been patient with you?" "And most lenient?" "Give up all that you have, and give it to the poor!" "Then you'll know what prayer life is really meant for!" "Give me your heart!" "And take time to really listen!" "There's so much more of me, that you've been missin'!" "Obey my words and experience the life I have given!" "Know what it means to be cleansed and forgiven!" "Than your life will change, and your prayer time too!" "I will give you the strength to make it through!" "You will know what it means to spend time with me!" "And your prayers will impact you for eternity!" By Jim Pemberton 10/21/13
Shadows Creep, I Lost Sleep Shadows crept into my room late at night those dark nasty ones with razor like teeth Defiant I soon dared to taunt and fight slimy ones prancing down and underneath Climbing ones scratched slowly up moving walls fat, dark and nasty ones scattered about Shrieking ones gave out wicked little calls some cursed my soul with demonic shout Last came ever patient and slashing kind creeping in so close to my shaking bed Searching very slow for bare toes to find clawing bed sheets now wrapped over my head A light blasts on from lamp on my nightstand Strange, they vanished, I never lifted my hand! Robert J. Lindley, 08 -22 -2014 Dark memories haunt my past. I know such are dead and blessings are here now to last...
Autumn days Leaves are falling from the trees Time's past so fast I can't believe Been greatly blessed through all the years Bodies age Can't do what we used to do Pain free days are all too few Yet our grateful minds are still so clear What an amazing journey we've had Yes, an incredible life we've had As husband and wife not one day bad What an amazing journey we've had Memories made Our children blossomed in the Light The Spring and Summer were so bright Happy sounds from family filled the ears Love never fades Though Winter's wind is in the air These autumn trees will soon be bare Our hearts so full, reflective tears What an amazing journey we've had Yes, an incredible life we've had Cherished every moment as mom and dad What an amazing journey we've had As husband and wife not one day bad What an amazing journey we've had!
Oh! Patience, My Love. Have hit both my eyes an unknown storm -- the undoer of my marry Spring, is beneath my brow a gushing form, does a drench'd cheek to a yearner bring. My auguries, that once blessed with love, have gales become, for a trial of the touchstone of my faithful shape, loyal shadows that the future rake; does my pain emit a cunning drape, that when praise of love, the evils shake; still, endure this, to a phase submit, but, wit, my wit --is my patience fit, are my gardens, for these storms to reave, the fruits to come of better degree; Or will steadfast be love, if believe, in shade of the fruitless, standing tree. Maybe, the grandeur of love is not grand unless we bear our share of pains at hand. R.N.Khan, © 2012
Golgotha seemed no risk to view, As the Place of the Skull beckoned anew. My heart hammered for I saw no escape From the man with a shovel and tattered cape. His shovel waved, as if to attack, And he gave the ground a wicked whack. He shoveled some dirt and filled a hole, Then I recalled the story told. After the Crucifixion, like one possessed, To fill every hole was this man's quest. He said, "I caused His death, to my shame. The hole for the cross was my blame!" I replied, "Sir, he died for you and me, To fill holes in our lives, don't you see?" As he stood weeping, his mind in shock, I said, "Sir, we need to talk."
The fading fire The fire has gone where it must go I've lost ferocious, sensual glow Yet with it comes a love so strong So gently sweet within it's song With winters sweet maturity The love that always lives in me Becomes a lovely loyal force Been tempered by such sad remorse. Those days are gone when the body sang And just one thing in mind did reign It's gone from heat, to cosy warm Warm, summers breeze, no more a storm. When looking back, where would I be If I had another chance at me I'd choose to be here in the warm Where love is gentle, not a storm. 21 September 2013 @0653hrs.
Force feed me the taste of your skin 'You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart even you will have to try hard……to save me now I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions as they devoured the subtle softness of me drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership intimacies' sweetest embrace But too…you move to me with a ferocity that mowed the grass down to a short golf course length from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate Love that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair ………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces and on each other on Facebook Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread Tread on me beloved! till I am awakened to our lips which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again taste smell the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self Is it me you feared as you said Good bye? How little you know me like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself so my love knows no limit my soul no separation and my being no longing
you whispered sweet doubts into my ears but i was so blind to acknowledge the fears ill never regret how i felt for you but you seem so far gone, i don't know what to do i only did what i thought was right but i guess i lost all fear and extinguished the light Bay, i wish i never left but its to late to take it back Bay, i wish i had some sort of sign to know your OK i have this horrible habit of making a mess of things you might think it funny but i jump when the phone rings i hope you dont blame me for what happened but then again it must have been my fault im sorry i guess all those times i apologized were in advance for the heartbreak that i probably brought down upon you bay, im sorry, im sorry, im sorry if you ever read this you'll finally understand the way i still feel about you nobody ever said it was easy but nobody ever said i would fall this hard i miss you im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry please bay, im sorry please bay
This is as simple as it gets The truth displayed on blank pages Lies on the written ones For you, for me- the wages From fighting this war are meager And it seems that we are eager To leave this hole we are in. Can we write a new story? Nothing is happening but nothing Can prevent this unbecoming glory. Winning was never an option we Had considered in the first place. But to actually have victory Would be kind of the one we call fate. This is as complicated as it gets Food turns to drink in moonlight But still we cross our fingers and Hope that a beam could be our spotlight.
How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you're pessimistic about my optimism.
The glory of rising sun brings a message of hope. Winds from the valleys and mountains enter the debris of my soul &. in a delight of my own,,i woke up for the sake of my own. i wished the world to be like a garden of my own,,, but here few bring the cloud''s few bring the metals.. few burn the valley's few r dictator''s . it seems to be an unending journey of death & pain,,,,,, but everytime i believe....THE SUN WILL RISE AGAIN. THat's the harmony in my mind,,, in my heart,,, in my viens,,,, in my soul...............tht's still loving the enemy of my own..!!!!! .............................................................................................................................................. .............................Live Green.............................................................................................. .............................love peace.......................................................................................... ..k.
My day is blessed with leaping, blissful heart And as I look upon the days that rolled past And found in their path the hue of seasons My soul cannot help but smile On the memories that glitter on my crown I continue to be allured by hope To rejoice in the little and great things And find in the unveiling dreams That I am a loved, cherished jewel.
From premature to adolescence, but I'm still just a kid. In the shadows of the underground, but you found me when I hid. You allowed me to live, by giving me this ability. Gave me this tranquility, offered this accountability, You picked up the boulder up when you found me hiding under this rock, you lit the candle, and gave me some light when I was used to the dark. You were my spark, and I never take it for granted, you're all I got, you gave me hope, when I was left empty handed. My hands were cold, and you gave me the gloves that I needed, the coat that I wanted, so bad I helplessly pleaded, my team retreated, and now I'm alone in this war, with a knife in each hand, until my enemies relentlessly tore down my door, and I ran. But you gave me the power, of a morphological being, I rose up and I squashed them, I found the strength to defeat them. Now I'll delete them, I don't need a cynosure to write, I keep my distance when I shoot, metaphorically call it a snipe. This is my life, so you can take it or leave it, but I gotta walk with it, so before you talk with it, lock your lips, staples work just as good, I'm living underground, I'm alone, but I think I'm doing what I should. Exactly how you would, exactly how you could.. you're Only Everything.
Gently You Speak You speak so gently inside my heart So quiet and still, I hope we don't depart So gently you speak So quiet but deep You speak so gently Deep down in my heart Please help me hear Your words so sweet Please Jesus speak So gently in my heart. Written by:©Betty Bolden 9-3-05 All poems are copyright!
"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows. Her life had been a simple happy one. There were no pains and no troubles. Life was life and people were people. Life was simple. and life was all about tomorrows. Life didn't know about sorrows. Her sorrows. Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. They were never there, but where? First to be sad in the naive town of joy. Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there. It was non-exististent. A meager thought and a blessed memory. She tried and tried. She failed and failed. Life was no longer hers. For Pain was her only possession. Her curse. She lived and she died. Yet, her legacy was passed on. Never was it gone. "No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, "Save them."
I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to "End It All!" I knew of someone who just wanted "to end it." Giving up on life, and did not want to "defend it." It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone's surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin'! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God's power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The "end" that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus' resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He's so thankful for the blood of Christ' atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton
I felt worn out... discouraged and defeated. Nothing in my life right seemed to be completed. I felt alone, knocked down and betrayed! I never thought I'd feel this scared and afraid. In this very dark time, where would I run? Where would any help actually come from? I felt utterly worthless and quite alone... With each passing day, in this place I called "home." As I got up, each morning and opened the bedroom door. And wondered if anyone cared about me anymore? I felt a "tug" on my shoulder and looked around. And noticed a bright light, shining toward the ground. "I love you my son." Where the words I heard. Excitement and hope within my heart was stirred. I looked up and couldn't began to explain. The love I felt when I called on Jesus' name! From my ceiling, I saw what looked like an angelic being. He said, "I am God! " I can do anything!" He reached down and gently picked me up out of bed. Words of mercy and hope where what he had said. "I am here so that you may rise up and live." "All of your failures and sins I will forgive." Everything inside of me... God did understand! With him here... I knew victory was at hand! This particular day, this was certain. He took away my sins and heavy burdens! Look at me now and it's so plain to see! He can do for YOU, what he's done for ME! By Jim Pemberton
Jesus Called Me to Follow HIM! "Come follow me" was the voice I heard. As I began to hear Christ' words! I was humbled to receive a heavenly invitation. I accepted Gods wondrous gift of salvation! "Why me?" was the question I pondered. For so many years… I had wandered. I knelt down and invited Jesus to come in, He took away my guilt and my darkest sin! He's brought a new life! And a love worth finding! His joy in my heart is HIS perfect timing! I cry tears of joy I once never had… I now have peace inside! I'm so glad! Why not invite him in to your life as well? He loves you much more than words can tell! "Come follow me!" Is the master's call! Eternal life is freely offered to all! Jesus waits for you, each day and night! He'll bring to your heart true delight! You'll find a true love you can only obtain… By inviting him in! Just call on his name! By Jim Pemberton
Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man A seraphic princess from Anwnn Upon the shores she claimed around his kin "I have came for Oisin son of Finn" "Maiden you come to me so alluringly I am he, if we marry for all eternity!" And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity Come with me to Anwnn I am she, your queen Niamh I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn Don't leave me or you'll see The age of man The age of man The age of man
God Almighty Oh God, before Thee on my knees I fall in hopelessness of my soul! The chain's ring is squeezing and suffocating me, The mark of a wound from sombre fetters Restrain the freedom of my soul... Dreadfully dark is this night... Gloriously in the tabernacle you dwell, Commanding troops of angels for ever and ever, Send me help, Give me an elixir, So I can walk loyally on the path That leads me to paradise in heaven. Full of thorns and vain hopes are the paths, That today are the failings of mankind, Gazing onto your almightiness, I shall break the fetters of my soul And banish the darkness and fear into infinity...
Sprays of thought swing us back to the art you have carved Rejuvenating sentiments, reveling correction into acceptance Straight to the supernova galaxy's romance A place where we can shape with our very fingers The atlas of passionate, curious fraught That is loosened by the very sand heaved by the waves Dawned by the nights rejected, We implore upon the Venus blinding our envisioning Never once tearing away the organs with fabricated poisons He is a calm wave all but surfaced to destroy Pulled among tides of extravagant luster mustered into lust With persistence of a tempest pulling dissensions of waste And sharp as the tip of the plucked raven feather My eyes open to his illumination To show just how dull my own lighting has been all the while! I want to read him like a book But as he paragraphs line after line Wordless after word, I am reduced to the tired tears of unexplained mawkishness I think I am falling for this deity, Yet worlds of expectancy veer me away from the courses of delight Somehow the waves of his calm spoke to me And under the tier of the calm, Is a flail of tension accustomed to an almost doubtful reconciliation I finally understand There is a viral hope that is both maddening and sweet Like the sufferers rot for sufferers to come A seed is planted and laid to rest for other generations Under the layers never peeled Under the very sands of his life He indicates nothing but the illusion of hint And pours forth a wisdom I have known all but none All time would have to persevere Because this fight for Venus's light cannot be clearer When all the doubt is dispatched from its shadowy domain Into pure exposure; it reveals all but nothing! Fear does not exist in his rays! He is a sea of comfort sailing with the very putative storm I ache for! Never asking for the shipwreck of my desire to be salvaged Taking nothing from me, but giving all And the beaked heaven flies on, letting me have his feather The pulse of his wings electrifying my fingertips I held on that split moment with excitement Feeling his texture overhead Like a flower pulled from the ground Like the tip of Venus has dulled for the sake of my light...
Won't You Accept Christ Today? I'm thankful for Christ' faithfulness to me! And blessed because of his love for me! I'm honored to know him as savior and friend! He came to where I was and took away my sin! I'm grateful for the blessings he gave to me. There's an eternal treasure waiting for me! I'm happy and joyful because I know him. I'm enjoying having fellowship with him! May I invite you to come and know Jesus too? You can discover how much he loves YOU! May I encourage you to have faith and believe? He has an abundant life for you to receive! May I take the time to join with you in prayer? I know that Jesus will meet you… Anywhere! Will you join me in seeking Christ' direction? Behold, the glory and power of his resurrection! Won't you come and receive all he has for you? He is God! And will never fail or disappoint you! May the love and peace of Christ come and touch you! That you may experience all he has for you! He gives an overcoming life that's worth livin'! That you may know the joy of being forgiven! Being with Jesus Christ is the best place to be! That you may enjoy life… Most abundantly! By Jim Pemberton 10/29/14
Inside my heart Over flowing A sea of love My spirit free Love taking lead My inner consciousness, awakening Inner realisations, coming to light Experiencing the wonders of our universe Discovering who I am In the spirit of love
Naturally is all you have to say Ay i wake up to get my pay Tell it through and true U know i cant go our looking blue Riding fancy clothes and wearing fast cars All I have to do is aim for the stars Lie to me like they lie to you Looks like your dream has come true You kneel then pray to see another day Naturally that would be the last line but the lie i was told cant stop me from writing. It actually makes me write more and i know how it is on the road, coming out of bathrooms stepping on toads. Your life is pure so what is next, answer your phone very important text. Step outside to get some air, hiding from the people you thought you knew but found new friends in an empty room. Tired and breathing with fire from your chest, the door opens and you see that you will always be running from things you ran from in the past. Be a stop sign, posted on all most every street to stop the cars coming your way and when they pass you can resume your day.
it's best done later and not now tomorrow will be perfect i can vow Why yoke yourself like a laden cow? The cloud is heavy and ready to snow Be merry with life and take it real slow And in observing the cloud u didn't sow Alas the seed dies with its great potential buried with a would have been credential The plan became an aborted mission Because procrastination stole the vision
When I was little my mother and father took me to my grandparents place The reason was they had school and work so they dropped me off and took haste My grandmother who was always writing had brought out a case I always wondered what it was that made her heart beat in an odd pace Little I did not know what she was smiling so much about So I watched her run around making snacks all out I was little and about to touch the case, but I heard a shout When I heard her she had a look that made me pout My grandmother smiled and said to me that machine was special to her But what was that machine because it was odd looking, for sure As a little child nothing looks more interesting than a new figure Finally she sat down with me by her side and a cup of coffee to stir With a big smile she told me a story and first it was on paper As she spoke I heard her voice with ticks and taper I could not concentrate because of sounds and I was looking at her She spoke with kind words and words that I will know in the future I giggled when she said a word, because it made several noise I heard My grandmother smiled at me and really knew that I like the sounds that occurred Little things are not so little she smiled and looked at her coffee and stirred She pointed at the machine with paper rapped in it with a pattern that lured As she spoke to me I watched it snap at the paper with precision I was kinda amuse on her finger making a quick decision The machine was so fast and her fingers was too, I could not use my vision She was so happy to see that I was starting to understand the occasion After a while I got bored and she put me down on the floor She kept smiling and making music beyond the door When it stopped I felt empty some how to the core She stopped it was just because she could not find words no more I ask grandmother what is that machine you are using as I was griping Grandmother why wont you play with me as I was smiling She said that she was doing some stuff, I guess she was not done working But the thing was she was so happy as she said the machine is a Typewriter for typing April 18, 2013
She reads words after words, Her hand idle on my shoulder, Her heart is beating louder, I write words after words. Asking from where they came with a slightly head nod, Trying to read the method guiding the words as they came. Who asked to the dandelion: why or where he will be? Shouldn't be happy to see and not ask to the dandelion? If I know the correct answer I will coat with a golden dress, jewells and fortune to impress who wanted the correct answer. And she would stay with me, either if did or not understand why I always kiss her hand while she is writing with me
I'm not ashamed of what Jesus has done for me! He took away my sin, that I might be free! I'm not ashamed of the love that he brings! He's brought to me true life! He's my everything! I'm not ashamed of his sacrifice on the cross! He picked me up, when I was utterly lost! I'm not ashamed of his glorious good news! Jesus brings the victory! He'll never lose! I'm not ashamed to introduce him to YOU! He can change and make your life BRAND NEW! I'm happy to know him as my Lord and shining light! His spirit is there to guide me, each day and night! I'm happy and thankful! Yes indeed! Jesus has come, and met my every need! I'm thrilled to know him! I expect him any day! I want to be attentive to what he has to say! I'm glad to know Jesus! He's beautiful to me! I'm happy that I'll be with him, for eternity! By Jim Pemberton
They all look happy after school He suddenly lose all that glow after school He now sees reality flashing as the school time end It's time to back where his roots lays She is also showing signs of sadness For her going back is even harder Far but it's nothing compare to the pain The pain of looking after her brother His eyes tell the story hidden from his cute face The looks many says he pick from his mother Their parents have passed after a hard fought sickness The same sickness that he is living with Some say their parents were bewitched But she knows the truth as her brother look upon her She is ready to do anything for him like lioness fighting furiously As her mother's words ring to her ears; 'Look after your brother' The days are even longer then months The months are years to them Only Sundays are a blessing to them Playing is not for them as many fear them Consumed by fear all they do is read their books Deprived to associate with other kids Loneliness crept and engulfs them like a dog in the wilderness It's back to school School for young brains to be nurtured But a child so young with an old brain He too wanted to play and live normally She too would have enjoyed doing her hair Living in a free country yet nothing is free for them Having rights that will not bring food on the table But her father contradicted this thought As he said "always see this as an opportunity to success" Only success can give them the life they envy to live A life of being happy A life of being accepted for who you are Even now they wait and live by the hope The hope of getting this grant money Hoping that their granny will get back Back to their simple and haunting house The house so controlled by fear and shame House that gives birth to pouring tears This is their house and burden for life This is the house with no breadwinner They are the only survivors in this house They will be the corners of this house.
Independence Day, Is the day to give thanks, For all of your freedoms, That all those wo have died, Have given their life to give us, What we have each and everyday, We have the rights, To choose where to live, What to eat, What to wear, What to watch on tv, Who to put in office, And many more freedoms, That other countries do not have, This should make us be, Thankful for all those, Who give up their lives, To protect and serve, What freedoms we have, Each and everyday, That give us our rights, To use our minds, So please tell everyone that you meet, That protect and serve this great country of ours, You appreciate what they do, For they don't get enough thanks, For everything they do, Day in and day out, By putting their lives on the line, In fact, They barely get any thanks, All the time, When they should get thanks all the time, For their lives are on the line, For us everyday, So we may have our freedoms, So, Please try and be kind, To those who deserve it, The living and the dead, To all who deserve it, And never forget them, Or their lives they have sacrificed, For us so we can all have our freedom times.
Heart pounding Nervous feeling Overwhelming Deep breath to shake it Cold chill slivers down fast Beating against cage of heart Cage of body Cage of soul Legs begging to run Heart aching to be free Truth to self aching to be seen Sweet scent of dry savannah plains Sharp smell of thorny veins The aroma of Africa surrounds Scents sights sounds In these home is found Frustration mounts Captured leopard Bound Snarling at every motion made Scared but defiant Blinded by fear and rage Paws long for endless journeys On paths walked centuries ago For elegance in element A space all her own Where earth still bleeds red on horizon Morning and night Continuing the endless fight Fight for borderless freedom Everlasting sight The pale yellow green eyes Dismays the truth inside But tell the story Of wild soul Story to unfold
I've been held back for far to long, now it's time that I just move on. I will try to make it on my own, right now my future is still unknown. I live every day in constant fear, of what lies in store or troubles are near. I have to be strong and hold my head high, because so far in life all I want is to die. It's not going to be easy but just wait and see, just what I become and who I will be. WRITTEN FOR THE 5 MINUTE CONTEST May 12,2013 Colleen Marie Bono
It's dark. It's tense. It's something everyone fears. This thing is sadness. But there is one thing that can make defeat this evil thing. It brings joy. It brightens your face. It's something everyone loves. This is happiness. Everyone should have it. Everyone does have it. You just have to find it.
The night air is cool and collective, Running through my hair and face. Even when I'm with people, I feel alone In this cold blooded space. It's like walking through a garden Of all your favorite foods, But none of which can substantiate For that one so special mood… That mood, that beautiful frame of mind. I only go there with you, And only you can make it unwind. I discovered a passion unlike any other And in my finding I opened a world, A world I did not know existed. I'm on cloud nine every time I think of you, Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart. This garden holds many beautiful things Many delightful pleasures, Many cold nights, Warm nights, Difficult frights, Ecstatic times and unsystematic times! But they mean nothing to me, While I'm alone… Walk with me through this garden.
When walking a path that you wish to take A memory of love that never was a mistake Holding hands with the most of caring person Gave a virtue of different emotions and lesson Now you share and grow to care for another And you have created a family with no other It shows through generations that you have virtue Of whom you shared your love and faith in is true The image of both of you comes to make a new A new creation of a reflection of you
I am what you call a hopeless romantic, But im also a lost lovers cause, my heart belongs to another Yet in my head a love triangle starts to form, the girl I love doesn't love me She holds the heart to another and mine caged to the floor, She isn't afraid to fight for what she wants, not even when it comes to leaving another man torn Trust me she's happy, as that boy holds her heart ever so close Seeing what I shouldn't I smile as I wear my blind fold, Blind to everything around, lifeless staring into air My train of thought running so fast, the second I stop you'll hear a crash Derailing my hope, for ever finding a love so pure & rare Wishing I could hold the hand of the lover who stole my flame, Wish I could change the last days in which we parted ways, Realizing now that we can never be the same Finally saying it out loud as tears run down my face You stole my happiness, as I walked away that day But it's because as of what you said I guessed I changed, Now every relationship has just be the same, No one can seem to bring back that flame, Because a love likes ours comes once in a lifetime Well at least it does to me, But I mean you're happy with who your with I mean I only wrote this as I heard exchanging "I love you" flow from each of your lips.
I lurk in the shadow of band with words worthy of the pianist's hands. My nature speaks, not rings in tones. Sadly my lady's words rain dour doubts building wall's of stone; let the music of voice reign! pleasure rain! Chip the stone pebble by pebble and remember your name, it has never changed though life's outcome shall by not embracing the day. Love me as I love you and we will be love true. Remember your mother's music, for it is the womb's tune that guides you through and through. Do those young eyes forget their right to stare without regret at revelation of a soul bared? My world harnesses lust, truth, love, desire, these attributes I long to share. Befuddled? Yes, I can be. It's nature not the choice of me. Even thoughts forgot wander wondering at how it can be, pride over perjury? Shame takes precedence sadly through time, preceding all I believed to be mine. Defeat? No... I don't think, though, I cannot deny slight retreat. Where are the lies built on emotion? Those protective cries that hold dominion over forward motion? As always, truth stands in solitude as the only word as brave as love. When truth possesses love and selflessness! Can it actually be as it appears after all the year's of the damned favoring me? In closing it seems I'm fending the fears that taught my years the wizardry of all that I have seen.
And like that, the mind flashed on The light was slowly dulling and the darkness was winning Crushed into sooty shadows Thoughts spewed from the gloom Glowing so pessimistically dry As if by Hades the darkness was fulsome The quiet rendered all but peace within Stabbing into the skin The pinprick of realization The drive for recognition But the sudden snap of sicklied inspiration Transformed the atmospheric epiphany Overwrought yet powerless Consuming like heartless acid Eating but disintegrating People crunched up the words People averted their eyes from the beginning Others stayed till the end Enduring through the rubbish Then turned their heads away for good Glad it was all over And still Thoughts reveled in and out of negative pores Glaring in silent fires Flaring with false light Unsure Understood Always burning Yearning
Pain is the voice commanding you to the hollow caves of suffering, to remain sane she needs to touch feeling secure in this lifetime her tension begats the purest love, passionate treasure seem forbidden in the land of the lost, allow me to retreat your memory from the deceptive knowledge that has shackled a once spirited soul, with a tender kiss at the sweetest point of your defense resilence serves as royalty catapulting the volumes of your beauty, surely goodness and mercy rest within the blink of your eyes, evident is the strength of your character enhanced by bravery and sacrifice that have masked the lifelong journey you thought to be disastrous, the rays of the sun cast out anew light of motivation in this recovery of love a protected creation is now her guided conscience, a soothing rebirth of life.
On the curb of the alley she sat Admiring the old Steinway Noticing the worn finish and eyes focused on the ivory keys For years she played in the symphony Bringing an ethereal quality to each masterpiece She walked over to the antique Steinway and began to stroke the keys Crescendos and decrescendos and two part harmony The passersby were enraptured by her humble qualities A carpetbagger now with barely enough to eat Many citizens stumbled upon her private concert as she closed her eyes to play Rehearsing the most sophisticated sonatas As though this was a Carnegie Hall day At the end of her first performance As the imaginary curtains began to draw The audience of passersby began to clap their hands As her heart rate began to fall Her heart had grown discouraged over the years As she was replaced by someone younger She fell into poverty and deep depression and learned the song of hunger Her day was complete Her life came full circle As she played her last concert piece A band of angels came to collect her soul as her spirit was released There is a moral to this story of the old woman and her piano… Live each day of this life as you are strumming the ivories Of a magnificent concert piano Gwendolen Rix 10-22-14
The Lady Suffers What of the slow falling of morning dew rain that sets a cold shiver upon you A sky that dances to yet mock anew goodness and gentleness surely your due! Can earth dare to ever this one reproach promises of your sure sweetened approach Pretty maiden of your innocent ways sends joy into glorious summer days! What of wind that so evilly blows away all sacred words that you compose Dares wickedly ruin your pretty hair disrupt loving mood of my lady fair! Nay, Nature careless , so very cruel made up of harsh acts that so rashly rule! Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2014
Jesus Picked Me Up, When I Fell Down! Jesus picked me up, when I fell down. He planted my feet on solid ground! There was a deep pit, that my life fell into! At first, I wasn't sure who to call out to! When it seemed like life was overwhelming me! Christ was there! And said that he'd help me! He reached down with an outstretched arm. And pulled me out of danger and harm! I'm thankful that Jesus was there! And he found me! Now each day… His love surrounds me! Thank you my lord, for being my friend! And rescuing me from the deep pit of sin! Jesus is my savior! And shall forever be! The only one who can truly set me free! By Jim Pemberton
Our Love is sure, as sure can be sure. Our love is pure, as pure can be pure. Our love matures as we mature. Our love endures as we endure.
It's time to remember those that served and died Leaving loved ones behind whose tears they can't hide Look deep into your soul as we honor them this day For these are the true heroes as the ultimate price they did pay Their names are preserved on small white crosses world wide Their faces only memories to a few who stand quiet at grave side There is no way we can truly repay them for the sacrifice they made For a life lost is lost forever and even the most grand of memories do fade Maybe the most honor we can show them is to be the best we can be And stand tall against those that would bring shame to this the land of the free For together we can forge the mightiest of unbreakable chains And prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that our heroes did not die in vain
My eyes Witness your departure My eyes Are dripping with hopelessness… My eyes start to blur… Melancholy put me under pressure… Is there a cure to my disease? You don't see The shards of hope that once brought us back together Just let me search for safety I'm strong enough to realize that I'm no longer The weakest prey out there… And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks? I'm close to my demise…save me and take me home Nourish me…and be my beloved friend Will this friendship last forever? Hopefully it has no end Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other? Because of you…I feel the need to run I keep an eye on you – I worry that you'll hurt yourself again Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone I don't wanna be caught off guard again Because of you…EYE can't picture a solution for our vexing dilemma Because of you…eye can't focus on my long-term goal And I'm left in my solitude… Do you sense that I'm giving in to failure? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear…I can't endure The hardships that you place upon me… Could you boost up my confidence to overcome My atrocious anxiety? I'm just waiting for some sun To keep me in good hands… To strengthen me with perseverance … I'm just waiting until His son Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us… His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – Vibrant with glee Your undying sympathy dawns upon us I'm overflowing with indescribable joy You're a candle in the night… We meet eye to eye… What a sight…what a precious sight
The fox gnaws flaking muscle From speechless rabbit, cold In mind and body. Men shiver As bodies dry, spat from river. Rings of globes circle hands Of the thoughtless, so beaten From paths to be told of Him, Waiting until eyes grow dim. Walking among us is plague, Standing above us is but love, These winds will claw our youth While faith entraps this truth. Winter comes but we survive, Breath and bones, colonies thrive.
Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne! Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne. He came to earth… For 33 years, he called it his home! His mission had one purpose and desire in mind! He was to one day, be a sacrifice for mankind! He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken! He knew that one day, his body would be broken! He desired that all, would one day, come to know him! Because of his resurrection, all can receive him! He's alive today! And reigns from heaven above! And desires to touch us, with his endless love! Won't you humbly come, and accept what he's given? And experience the power, of being forgiven! This can be your moment! This can be YOUR day! He loves you much more, than words can say! All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king! You are our righteousness! Our everything! By Jim Pemberton
From the day I promised to be with you forever… It's now been 25 years together! Through the trials, laughter and many miles We've had our share of joy and trials! You've been so loving patient with me. My beautiful wife— my lovely sweetie! This anniversary, I am so very proud of you! You're a wonderful wife! Faithful and true! With you, God has given me the best! My love for you is so hard to express! I Love YOU! Is what I will always say, This very special anniversary day!!! Love, Jim
It burns and it stings. It hurts. More than drowning beneath the ice. More than remaining in a kindled flame She hits and I no longer cry. Why mother, why? It burned and it stung. The markings remained, returned, and were relived Looking, loving, and little known loathing were the known ways of living. Never was their pity for the child that cried Never was their relief for the child that tried You were that lovely bird that understood the complications of felicity Nothing looked the same in those dewy browns of yours. My everbeating would cry tears of joy. The others-they were yet to appear. Caring Mother, o' so fair You were that beautiful bird filled with care. The others came and were not alone. Their two suitors sat on the throne. Rampage and rage why did you come? I began to wither and wither slumping along. So very soon I- the child of fines- became a human raceme. The droops of the Lily of the Valley became the slumping of my heart. My lovely bird the enemy had taken you and the person you were is far from near. For that divine nature left its intricate self and you became irretrievable my big bird. All of your fairness died. With that went my pride. Mother, Mother what moved you so? Your intense spirt vanished only to supplement a monster. Mother, Monster and your tar filled lungs. How did I kill that liver that was so, so strong? The lesson of pain was one you came to learn. My darling bird why did you turn? My lovely bird and your big brown eyes I'll tell you once, but never twice. Pain is only a flower for it blooms and dies And a mistake can be killed as quickly as lice. You dear bird hurt me well. Though, haven't you heard? Weakness is a souls greatest strength. You brought me up, then you brought me down. You haved helped, hurt, and hindered my blazing spirit. A hero in my heart-I left you down in your deep black slumber. Escaping those terrible nights To go for the town of delights.
With what I have to work with is all I need Or do I? as I choose to write this with speed Rule of thumb I have to emphasize the words I use Do you think so? or should I just choose? Portrait is a fascinating word it has so many meaning Overview of this word is this I say; accent, highlight, illuminate, and stressing Revealing more words to use is what I will do The meaning of Portrait is what I will view Random words that make the word Portrait now I will say A word that means the same yet makes it more pleasant to overlay I will now say some words or two; accentuate, feature, punctuate These words can either be used or can be put on debate
What is this? This way I feel? I've never felt before A desire for a love to heal A heart so cold and sore Out with the old And in with the new To my past love, I never told But I'm happy at the chance to meet you Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places I want someone to hold dear by my side Each and every night To be there when I want to hide And tell me everything's alright Meet someone with their heart so open, their eyes so wide Who reminds me of the one I lost To pick up the pieces, while to my life revive And breathe love's warm fires on a heart of frost She's out there somewhere, thinking of me As I am of her Just a blank face in our minds For which our hearts slowly burn Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places And my past love will do the same Meet someone kind, and new Know he'll grow to love her name Just as I did, and still do What will come of them, I'll wonder Pray she finds happiness beyond compare Under the sun, rain, and thunder But to share these feelings with my new love, I wouldn't dare Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places
Who hit it big: and who got snub! The Oscar nomination is in Who got snub and who won? Would the world become a better place? When a father can take his son to the park Before dark without all gun fire; Life can take us anywhere, but no matter where we go Let pray that isn't an outbreak of the flu, To make us stay indoor with all the aches and pain behind closed doors Intensify and scary; as it may seem until Quvenzhané Wallis 9-Year-Old youngest best actress nominee, In Hollywood nomination history: won her first trophy Just when you thought everything was going great Hundreds of whales trapped under the frozen water near Canada: Mother Nature is definitely trying to tell us something. To believe that it was warmer in that part of that region: a confused school of whales; Had to bailed Ben Laden death photo may stay secret Why not reveal it? It might be better off saving the one horn Rhino Or debating the value of a family dog in Texas One more day in a verse in the news
It hurts all the time This pain in me never stops I want to cry for you I want to scream for you I want to beg for you I want you to be here This cant be fair This cant be real But I smile and I laugh I get up every morning to go to work Throw on a happy face and make some jokes I come home and enjoy my day I have fun And I continue on But I'm so hurt I'm so lost Seeing you in there killed me I could never get the phone call out my head The screams from my mom The walk up there to see if it was true But most of all I wont forget you In the casket Touching your hand You were so cold You didn't belong there Seeing you go into the ground Seeing them fall apart Feeling my heart break into pieces When all I could do is scream I will never forget that day And every time I smile I want to cry Every time I laugh I want to cry Every time I think I want to cry Every breath I take takes a little bit out of me Because I want to cry I want this to not be real I want to had spend more time with you I want to hug you Laugh with you Tell you I love you That I was always there That I am still always here I am so broken But I continue on with life Because God took you and not me He wanted me here for a reason So ill continue on for You I will laugh And smile And pretend Anything to make it to the end To see you I miss you just isn't enough It doesn't mean enough What heals a broken heart? Time they say But time wont bring you back So my heart stays broken As I pretend to smile I miss you I miss you I miss you As I'm falling apart My mask then goes on RIP Bebo... 17 was to young
Your hands are like sunshine that warms the inner parts of my soul. The rays warming my inner being, keeps me thinking of how the colors of the flowers are so vibrant and powerful in their activity. As the flowers dance in a slight breeze, the sun gives way to darkness and the night sky embraces the stars so numerous, so shiny, so many. As the night fades, the sun warms the day, The breeze picks up the flowers in a dance, and your hands warm my soul again, with the rays from the suns warmth and the shadows of the colors show the love inside your touch. Written by:©Betty Bolden 4-30-04 All poems are copyright!©
Today under a rainy day, needed words of encouragement. I wanted to feel the cold air against my warm skin. Nothing about my day seemed to connect. It's been a while. Too many things mean a lot to me. The raising sun. The clear full moon on a cold midnight. Can't coupe. Can't really become One. Nothing resembles the times I used to know. I have lost the other side of me. Don't know how bad this is. Would not like to find out either. Memories, that's all there is to it. Like a huge flashback. Stronger than my cranium, covering my shivery body. But yet here I am. Walking on yesterday's strong emotions. I go on. Day after day. Just like yesterday. I saw you standing by the door. Gazing at the outside world through the thick,clear, and strong glass door. There you were,like being protected against the current. Mean while, me and the against the flow battle, to move either backwards or forward. The constant struggle does not seem to ease. The chances of becoming One, with the other I would like to find goes on. I saw you standing by the door, and so it continues. Here we are against all possibilities. Standing strong and steady for one another. Side by side. From a distance. We stand between your strong glass door and my strong feelings. That's what marks the end of a day and the beginning of yet another... start.
Diving deep, into the void, within Washing, cleansing, myself clean Trusting without expectation Letting go of, what I am familiar with Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me Teaching me how to live Growing inside my heart and mind Larger than my mind's ego As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings Showing me how to love, without attachment Discovering, who I truly am
I pray to God that it will be a brighter day; I want his warmth to clothe me day after day Someday, the sun will erase all of my doubts and push away the clouds… I want to be a positive schoolboy – but the clouds Cover me like mesmerizing, despondent shrouds I want to be a positive youngster – I need to stay True to my unaccomplished goals everyday Lord, I know life has its ups and downs – but, I must keep a steady pace… I want to develop a stable mentality with no trace of pity Lord, I know life gets problematic in the long run – I FEAR I might fall on my face I just want to be content – I want my dreams to become a reality I'll be loving you forever… for you're the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep at night I'll take a moment just to ponder… About you and our time together – thinking about you restores hope, joy and might our love is wholesome and so much more… our love will grow on forevermore… our love is real and it's a great deal… our love is beyond measure and it's totally real… Our Love is oh so surreal You melt my anguish away… Our love can heal a broken heart You cherish me in the month of May You blow away winter's dismay I pray to God for a more optimistic mindset… Hopefully it doesn't result in forfeits Push away the gray…and laminate it with a striking sunset, I'm drowning in his inclement, rainy regrets I'll make sure to embrace competition… for you're my reason I run the extra mile, winning honor and applauds I'll take a moment to pursue my ambition... Of being with you always and forever – I fear I might lose all of my odds With you…your heart isn't pumping with vile frauds Every single second spent with you… Makes my spirit soar anew... I never experienced such surreal love Our love flourishes rapidly from up above I'm sick with a love flu *cough* *cough*
Many call making love, from a physical reaction. As many try to find a loving satisfaction! True love can't be bought, paid, or traded This is something that shouldn't be debated! True love is from God, and freely given! His love can change the way you're livin'! Only God's love can cleanse the heart from sin! And bring true satisfaction deep within! If it's "cheap love," you seek… You can find it! But you'll end up empty, hurt and blinded! If it's true love you want. Look no more! Jesus is here... Knocking at your heart's door! Won't you let him in? And let his love touch you? He wants to do this. Because he really loves you! He loves you so much, he bled and died! In him, you can be made whole and sanctified! Won't you accept the love he freely gives? It will bless you each day that you live! By Jim Pemberton
I scramble up the jagged rocks, on my way to the peak of this mountain top. A self-given measuring stick. Toppling back, I fear I will fall. Barely hanging onto this rock. Hardly enough strength to carry on. Bruised. Broken. Beaten down. A gaping hole of nothing opens under me, as I stare below me. Reaching, blindly seeking for the next foothold. Scraping my way, my hands feel like they are bloody and raw. Trying to find my way to the top of that formidable mountain top. Just to see if I measure up! GypsyofEssence
Turn the wheel Out of curiosity I'll be generous...you'll receive Something special...something to make you whole Though the trials you must run through Are a great struggle that can easily Pull you down And I want to erase your frown You will feel way better about yourself Just trust me...take my hand... I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time Just for your own liking We'll be hiking Those somewhat difficult hardships Together for eternity We'll spend time in the future Together in unity *******he sea...Let's flee and be free! LOOK how nice you look! Trample those insufferable nuisances That dare put you down To the sea floor I'll push them to the core! Feel free to walk the Road of Recovery
Burns Stuck in the throat Choking burns Searing from the inside out Always returning Always churning Swallowing fire Swords with no edge Licking with damage Blackening from the inside A cancerous trap Always made alive Built to take away the pain The flame of fame Burns Something caused this fiery reign A handsome, showy shield With no protection Just an empty mask reflection Leading to the grave Croaking like a frog Hurled in the midst of a sweltering bog Caught in a gulp Inhalation is a war— A war for more! Breathe out Keep swallowing Panic There shines the manic In all its glory Watch as it slowly Burns Words do nothing but feed the fire The fame grows evermore Opinions cry and never tire Gesturing for more Festering for more Burning for more Dying for more
Last night when I went to bed I thought about what I'd said I was wrong, so... { I lay down an thought a letter } ~*~ Your my one, my only one... I want to go back as before, I know it won't be long, T'll your sweet lips will caress mine once more... ~*~ Oh my darlin' can't you see I need your love, to eternity I'll be true, so... So to say... ~*~ too say, "I love you dearly" is better than just two words yours... Yours forever
When your engines burning and you call it quits Say goodbye to the devil and all of his wit When the breeze has you backwards holding your soul And the December snow makes you leave your last goal When the brisk air freezes your knees And the door won't open because you can't find the keys When your family grows numb under all the commotion And your head keeps spinning from too much emotion When your sipping on gin and juice clutching the last bone bruise And you're under the tree searching for a noose Hold the rope in your left hand And break it with your teeth Gnaw down on the sunset While you're looking for the sunrise Lift up your head to the moon And pray with closed eyes Go on walking the road isn't too long Keep steady for you are not too far gone When your nail polish chips And the birds aren't chirping When your coffee is cold But your ears are burning When you can't fall asleep and it's two in the morning Keep on dreaming Even though you aren't sleeping Your mind is moving And your hands are shaking Your voice is quaking And your toes are tapping Keep your lips smacking And your lungs inhaling When you exhale words that aren't meant to be heard And your talk is wrongly taken When you pull out the cake and it's all undercooked And you think to yourself what should I be making? What should I be hearing? What should I be seeing? What should I be loving? What should I be doing? In this life I am living And you say to them come keep me clean Keep me focused And keep me mean Under all the dirt and grime The stories under your fingernails With the mountains you've climbed And the garden you grew And the ocean you swam And all the things that you knew About fishing boats Crossing moats Turning rock into gold And sinking until you float Like George Harrison you said Making it on his own Living until your full grown Never accepting or taking a loan Because you can do this You said you'll do this on your own And there's a ship sinking somewhere You're grabbing some drift wood Staying afloat Just because you know you should You can take it two ways Above or below You can grab the door know Or jump out the window And you'll see yourself in the door frame of a house And he'll be waiting in the kitchen For your welcoming smile Because this is your place So pick up the pace and don't lose face They might see you with the utmost disgrace So walk in slowly One foot at a time See the hallways as a maze And find yourself in your own home Grabbing your own keys Dusting off your own knees Holding onto your soul Even in the cold breeze You may be shaken Or rattled Or turned upside down But you know that You've got one foot in the door Standing on solid ground.
Am an African not an african't Africa every where is a mystery To an enmity Wonder why Yet it was before I was born So now they ask me Who are you to make a change Am an African not an African't The plague of cries are still A mystery to my soul The name as am identify with" An AFRICAN Stands to over rule All objection That change can be Yes am a African Born in a generation of change Am an African not african't Set it in the hills Set it on the mountains Yes I can Despite them rule Despite them education Despite them illusion Yet yes I can Yes I can at least change my Mind from all of old Yes I can preach of nature And write of love Yes I can touch the hearts Of the innocents Yes I can see to make My opinion Oh yes I can Despite them want us to be African't Yet And yet Their is still a one of A kind that could Say with no fear like I write Am an African Not An african't .
Sometimes I see we can compare- Our humanity with wolves, similarities we share- Born into a world packed full with rules- And hard to distinguish the wise from the fools- Straight from the start taught what to think- And if we stray alone we are doomed to shrink- Forced to stay close with the pack- Because if we leave, can not come back- Yet sometimes a chance to do what is right- Only may lead to a bloody fight- Strength that matters is measured by courage- Pressure from others only to discourage- So stand strong, and fresh courage take- For true courage is impossible to fake- If it be I'll stand alone- To show true courage can still be shown-
With hunters gone, the village attacked not many moons Many killed and all maidens taken for wives, such gloom One flower had the power to fight and courage to wait Blue flower's fate, all the warriors would burn her by stake The chief saw in her, all the courage of a warrior, facing the sun Blue flower was kept alive, to make the chief his hero sons Spring has come, a hunter immerges from the shining streams, finding his lover gone, the hunter's thoughts ashes of dreams Singing his vengeance song gathered warriors, took by surprise the village overtaken, not knowing it is where blue flower hides He would burn the enemy alive but she does sigh this blue flower, as the glistening river still rolls on she does know love's power They treated me not cruelly, so the warrior gave a peace offering Blue flower gentle and peace-loving girl from the shining stream Remained faithful in face of death the loyal sweetheart of life not many moons or hearts blue flower, she became a loyal wife. * – Note based upon The Loyal sweetheart , a native American love story
ATHENA A girl so gorgeous to regard upon with grins does protect this peaceful city with serene souls. She blesses all the dwellers with witful arts and cunning crafts that carve them into beautiful souls into beautiful souls that radiate transformation of cocoons into butterflies that fly freely in the sky with birds, white clouds, and the flaming sun. From her sheath her sword was drawn to slay many beasts who crept the peripheries of the city walls, in search of human prey with avaricious fangs. They creep and crawl and roar many frightful screeches, that imbue the human heart with horror and fear.
The keys rattled gently in his pocket. Gradual jumps like the ocean, Peaking with every heart Or every step. The music was in sleep Allowing silence for thought To contemplate on the sun, Of this clean, clear October. He sunk his eyes into the core Of pale and fresh above, Ember, his numbed head rocked from Slow and forced breathing, Suppressing the smell of deep, Deep purity Yet conscious of the high brick wall Where the wind taps Like a faded voice sighs through a lost keyhole. He was greeted distantly By early-anthem families, Walking the dogs Or singing with linked wrists; Sipping at the last, smoked bowls, And the circling of the roads. How they would pass, With a stranger's recognition And mutter as they retreated; "His hair is thinning! His eyes are fixed, like The bolt in a crossbow. His arms are depleting For slow, heavy breathing... Yet his eyes are fixed." And sometimes they pass alone; A little too close With their gaze separate. Their tight coats And pocket smokes, While they sway to poisons. How a smile can turn damp At the thought of past brothers. And how a passing car can sigh, With misunderstood pity. The lamplight's warming, The Gutter dweller's dawning, The dented camber's pouring, The rugged throat with it's sweet inhale For the decisive steps And the vivid gold Yale. Dream in encumbered times, Where the destination is a home to rest. And you walk a shadow amongst the binds, That break the folds of your armoured vest. For my ear is a raven, For my feet are hooves, For I make a thousand strides, Within these tightened shoes, And my arms are not depleting, And my slow and heavy breathing, Is only the product of the season, And will soon falter for my reason, And my hair can never thin, While the lamplights never dim, And my strides will form the door hinge, That stands so high across the fringe, And I find lavender in the bins, While I...search my empty pockets.
I don't care who you were or what you have done. I care who you are and what you have become.
What's Happening to Marriages Today? I was listening to someone just the other day… And I couldn't believe what he had to say! He had left his wife and children for another! She was young enough to be his daughter! Here they were, "in love" and holding hands! Hoping to soon, get their "wedding bands!" They were pretending that this was so "cool." Living now by their own "set of rules!" How sick and disgusting this is getting to be! Is this something that many can't see? God gave us Adam and Eve to become one. To bear fruit through daughters and sons! He gave us marriage as holy vows are made. Not to march in an "adulterous parade!" We are treading on very dangerous ground! Faithfulness and commitment are scarcely found! The very definition of marriage is changing! As the family unit is always rearranging! Our only hope is in Jesus! And him alone! Let's promote his love! Into our hearts and home! Let's allow his love to be our heart's glue! And bring new meaning to the words; "I love you!" May his love bind our hearts and lives together! And remain faithful to each other forever! By Jim Pemberton
Schism FAITH is a shield that covers a man from head to toe. True faith surpasses dead works. And now to this title poem. Ed. Note. There is GOD and his SON and his SPIRIT they aer three separated and distinct images and yet they aer one persona one giant mega person perhaps with three faces. No one has yet completely deciphered his image iff an artiste was to create to paint GOD eye suppose it could look something like an Ancient of Days upon a Throne not once but thrice with the same face three times the image of the SON being the predominate one. The first image an old ancient man. The second one is harder a Scepter in his hand of Righteousness a crown of Diadems jewelry that cannot be likened to money or material wealth but as a sign and symbol of his Authority. Jesus has a Crown for he is Ruler of this universe. The third image; that one of the Spirit, is yet harder to discern the same Jesus face in a burning glowing place. A Glow of Flame a Fire; however, made of warmth and love. A SPIRIT made of GOD. He broke the Horn off Satan forehead gave the world back to the Flock. Gentle reader ewe just stop. Stop strife worry remember what a PRICE was paid for love and go back to the cross for there we pray. Yes we build all our deeds the love upon the Death, not counting all the cost our possessions all our love our very lives depend on Christ our King. A living GOD a loving Spirit a wonderful Father who gives more than mere health and wealthy love neither constrained or with any guile or predetermined Schism of the flesh just unconditional love without end lasting forever nothing ever is needed again love. Eye am reminded of the many infirmities of flesh the frailties of a man the Schism of his Grace as eye sit ici with this pen discovering all the needless hashing of old wounds fumbling at the hands and scars the wounds eye sometimes get as certain they aer thine not self inflicted or just mine. Schism is a wrent a tear in time the body dies the flesh in grave the light for all to see apparently asleep yet Schism thrives for eye have seen the Temple of the Lord a Saint a Lady in death's place repose aware of nothing now her Spirit gone to Lord somehow twas more than beautiful to me no longing brought forth from Schism's door a token portent of myself at play upon the earthly plain of dust the Grace upon her face the Peace mere word cannot her Journey over now convey, her Judgment come and gone and Heaven won all in a single word born. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Come. GOD. The maker of the Schisms all and one.
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A spark of life Fire in my belly Giving what I have Serving you Honouring, who I truly am Loving you, in return
You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart throbs in unease You carry me off to a far-off island Your breeze keeps me flowin'…scraping sand Your names escapes my lips I tell myself, "Get a grip, dude…" But you decided to intrude... My blood drips to the floor I've been losing balance… The instant you pushed me aside Your quietude devours me… I can't help, but hide… I feel horribly disheartened…feelin' too insignificant To start my day with a good note Too discouraged to be motivated to run… You trade me your pain in the past I consume it like a bear My stomach is churning persistently…you're running too fast… I'm dowsed in despair My eyes stare vacantly…into space…they roam happily Your vigilance keeps me safe and sound…I dwell in your tranquility Your dreams caress my own… This intriguing comfort never makes me feel alone I'm under your dazzlin' spell… This is heaven – not living hell! I've been bruising myself over you…for a while now The moment you abandoned me that night… Your rejoicing mends my gash…heals my mind… I think better of you – everything's black and white I feel so exquisite when I'm around you… So inspired to reveal my might…just shine your light On me…and remember to meet me at sun rise… But I still feel malnourished… By your sweltering disease My heart refuses to beat in perfect rhythm – my high hopes nearly perished By your forceful breeze…pushing me on my knees I'm stumbling off my feet – I'm not at all pleased I'm not in the mood to be teased… I'm suffering…I'm not discreet How did you push me off my feet? Why do you make ME feel so damn miserable and incomplete? You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart pounds as I fall upon my blood-stained knees You carry me away to an unknown place Your voice still rings in my ears… I glance at your admirable face I've faced you way too many times – Your sparkling with majestic brilliance and pure grace
today i saw what i feel what was real was not real neither was the idea. Brains shot down in the street like dogs because the veil is still worn on the face. No man know the time when it will all be real. You ever heard of people praying for worse days. As i sit in my maze wondering where the last step took the next, i begin to see that there is epoh some call it hope i see it as something else. i see it just like you saw that ferrari in your drive ways a few minutes ago. time flies so what does the past do? the future must not be too far from the present. As the leaves fall from the tree, i sit and wonder if it will ever grow back. now that i feel that im being watched, its time to return the stolen goods. people say take things to the grave, other leave it above. when i die all i need to do is just hold on because i know shortly i will be home. As you read the spaces between my words remember to fill up before you run out of gas in the worst place you dont wanna be with the night.....
Pulled in, Pulled too tightly No more almighty. Sucked under, No surrender, Tight. Haunted with the thought of leaving. I flaunted no reason to give, like time, the seasons hide from my seeing eye. My conscious mind can not reason with the unknown. My anguished thoughts released. My words, caught on your sleeve. And, Engraved, Craved onto your broken heart My tone, imprinted. Imprinted so carelessly. With no hint of forgiving. I can not resist the residing grief. Copyright © Christina Clark
Happy Anniversary This is how love should be Put out for all the World to see We all see you're as happy as can be Life is full of changes But together you have the strength To combat any dangers And get through tough times at any length This strength you have shines bright as a star And fills us all with hope We know your love will go far No matter the trouble….you'll cope You are our symbol of true love And a wonderful example to follow Your union blessed by God above Continually basking in his glow We wish you love and luck Forever and tomorrow That you will be eternally stuck Together completely love struck. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ©copyright Juanita Torr ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I Bless Your Name, My Lord! I bless your name, my Lord and friend! I shall sing of your praise again and again! I bring a heart of worship and thanksgiving! May I honor you, in the way I am living! I shall tell others of your mighty acts and deeds! It's in you alone, who can supply all of our needs! I want to let you, and the whole world know... Of your love and grace, in reaching the lost soul! I'm delighted and grateful, just to know you! Each day that I live, may I take time to bless you! Your name is worthy of praise! Glory in the highest! I'm here today, because of your mercy and kindness! You've given to me a life that I never had! I'm so honored to know you! And very glad! By Jim Pemberton
Glistening snowflakes on watery springs falling down from heavens stage making a chorus as angels sing Heavens open to hear the sounds of people singing all around sheltering tree's help critters shield their baby's in the winters field calling out to nature's door hoping snow will fall no more. But spring appears in one days time opens up the weltering sun. Written by:©Betty Bolden 8-10-04
Valentine in 1989 One dozen roses, a box of chocolate A kiss on the lips, thoughtful, heart-felt sentiments A woman in love could only imagine, and appreciate 2013, no roses, no chocolate obstacles: another woman. Bollywood flicks Melodrama
SUCCESS IN SWEAT! -Dharga Nagar Safa Sweat, Comes, Before success!
The waters clear as I stand by the river I see the reflection of someone long ago As the storms come in I know I can't let you go. Rain pours at times in this life you've given But the shadows fade when my prayers have risen Your love for me I've never new until now When I see the waters clear, my reflection seems so near. As time goes on I know you are near Just seeing the way you help me stand Just seeing the way you remove the fear It helps my weakness seem so clear That without you I am small But as I take your hand, the walls get knocked down The waters clear, the reflection I see now, is you in me, this my Lord helps to make me free. Written by://©Betty Bolden
A soliloquy comes over me as a testament to this great rock. The names and dates and markings from generations ago unlock, those that past this way on foot and ox and horse, and those that never made it here; to chisel and endorse. Silent now are the graves that sit beside this place, and the thousands that pass by and give respect to unknown names. A rot-iron fence sit's where some say they lay the children that may have died here; is also where they played. Stone scratched history, tar and paint, the rolling Sweetwater accentuates, this giant rock where thousands now have trod, left with only the name, of Independence Rock.
The act of studying unknowingly; Spiritually,emotionally and psychologically. To reveal the fact about wisdom Hoping to know more better. Reading; It pass the brain knowledge And outcome wisdom. It involves comprehending And assimilation of thought. The hero read and the Heroine pass successfully Readers are leaders! Don't miss the opportunity?
She could have been the Most DELICATE ROSE. But a rose nevertheless She was a BEAUTY I suppose, a WINSOME rose She was intrinsically mine. By ELABORATE design I AWOKE to a beauty Well defined and QUITE DEVINE OH yes REGAL and refined Gazing upon her ESSENCE There, one thousand SUMMERS young. No ordinary rose Gentle snowflakes and perfumes. Every tender petal was An obvious tribute to Her true beauty Lovely and overwhelming I was consumed with FEVERISH devotion How PROFOUND, a PERFECT ROSE A FLAMING beauty, I RESOUND A precious JOY I have found.
(2 Cor. 1: 3, 4 / 1 Pet. 5: 7 / Ps. 8: 4) YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders! Like YOU Wrapped Clouds Around Thunders & Its Like A Lilting, Life-Lullaby In Whispers or Like A Light Feeling of Gently Floating On Rivers And It Feels Like A Comforter - Plush & Soft Caressing Around Me As YOU Hold Me Aloft And It Feels Like My Favorite Cuddly Blanket Tucked 'Round Me Like Guests At A Table's Banquet And It Feels Like Piled-Cashmere - Padded Covers To Keep Out The Cold & Carelessness of Others It Feels Like My Grandmama's Queen-Size Quilt ... Under Which Many Castles Were Built ... And I Feel Wrapped & Wanted, Warm & Safe In The Soothing Circle of YOUR Firm Embrace And Its Like The Tenderest of Hugs In The Everlasting Arms of YOUR Fatherly Love ... and YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders! Like YOU Wrap The Clouds Around Thunders ... Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/28/2013 by: MoonBee Canady Yes, This is actually how I felt during the arduous procedure before my Lumpectomy Surgery & ... after my surgery ... O' Yes, GOD Is Good! MoonBee
Let your tender soul burning Let your thoughts churning Let your enthusiasm go high Let your stunning breath fly You can create a revolution You can cause all sensation You can shout out the pains You can remove all of stains You are capable of supremacy You are worthy of an intimacy You are holder of burning youth You are a unique carrier of truth What though if love is not found Your dedication is truly profound You are the heir of your passion To build ultimately a great nation
Forgotten by my society, Me branded a monster, Forgotten by my destiny, Years back, a youngster. Its not a dream, not even a tale, Firmly held onto the grassy ground, A day in my hand petrol in a purple bale, And I knew I would never be found. Darkest period of the night, It was, with a group I thought right, Tip-toed into our teacher's home, We came to finalize, to set it ablaze. Wails, yells, groans I heard, Trembling with fear I grew mad, Helter-skelter paced hard, ran hard, Nowhere to go, not even a yard. Then came a furious crowd, Loud and rowdy, emotions sad, Unable to say, not even a word, Beaten, I was left for the dead. Every now that seems lost, Never give up, no matter what cost, Every obstacle that seems high, Fold sleeves, give a second try, Everyday is a chance to do better, Take my advice, you youngster, For the world ain't a place to discove
On a cold and gray winter's day, We began our journey of life. Well-equipped and eager to start, We were joined as husband and wife. Discoveries at first were as foreseen, Visions of day-to-day. Then a gift of life was realized, On another winter day. But in life's jungle sorrow does live, And death is the lion that reigns. But in each others' loving arms, We managed to ease our pains. Other joys and woes encountered, Only served to make us stronger. And sustain us on our journey of life, Until we can journey no longer.
Hidden Beauty Hidden beauty is not found in scribbling's on the sub way walls Nor in the mines below, in with the dirt and coal Not on the lines at grocery stores or at the malls Or digging in the dark in ice and cold, for that heart of gold Beauty is found deeper than all things hidden Between wrinkles and behind the lines of age Without design or reason it is seen still living In my loved ones face, through history, as it turns the page In our youth we both remain the same and true I see past the ravages of time in her glowing smile She is the hidden path that I pursue All directions lead to her home over the miles Beauty takes on the challenges of youth Like aged wine refined and growing better over time Something once was hidden in her eyes with truth But I found it and now she's mine Created on 1/20/15 for Rhonda Johnson Saunders – "Hidden Beauty" –Poetry Contest
My Girls My girls are all always on my mind In my heart Not within a stone's throw Make that a pebble- Or a spit wad Not that I'd use that method of communicating Only disgust allows me the frustration of a morning When I cannot reach out and touch their thoughts Nor influence their minds Every year there are more of them- Every year I am inconsolable Wafting around in circles Wishing there was more of me to drain at their feet In little circles pushing from the shore There would be little sail boats With real sails And no motors Only oars And sweets and snacks to pack For our picnic Across to the island We'll call home
Do You Listen to What God Has to Say? As I often watch the daily news. I hear about different stories and different views. I can't help but to wonder when some complain. Anything of God, many want to "contain." Many of people's thoughts bring a concern... When it comes to God's word. They have "their backs turned." While often, they speak of "tolerance" in their living... Only what they want to believe... Is what they are giving. This isn't a picture of "doom and gloom." But a "day of reckoning" is coming so very soon! God's word... Will you choose to ignore? When he comes knocking, at your heart's door? What will you believe, when God calls your name? Will you come to him? Or simply complain? You'll be by yourself at God's judgment day. When your name is called. What will you say? God's says: "My love for you will never end." Allow his word to guide you... And to be your friend! By Jim Pemberton
You do not know what I see I see you crying next to me I see your pain, I see your tears Through your laughs, and through the years Past your mask I see your face You are hiding in this place Trust in me, I won't let you fall You don't have to hide at all Open up what's in your heart That is the place I will start Open up your eyes and see All that's left is you and me In the end you'll see the light Come on, I don't want to fight Together we will make it through Come on. Now, It's me and you Now you can start to feel How much this love is true and real behind your eyes you keep your pain It's all locked up in your brain Come on. Now, just let it out It's okay to scream and shout I will help you through and through I will always be with you
THINK OF ME Nothing is the same! I reach out for your touch but you are gone. I am all feeling All consuming: Feelings of desperation I must somehow leave behind They pull me down Into a dark and empty chasm where you are not. But how can I live without those feelings? the product of so many memories of you and me, of the way we made each other laugh - and cry - and the unfettered passion we unleashed upon each other the openness we shared this was the true embodiment of our love - My very being flows with emotion, coursing through my veins like some Fast flowing river rushes to the sea Emotions I will treasure into eternity, But I have to find a way to go on without you And so for the present, and self-preservation, I must lock away our love so deeply in my heart It will be as lost. Maybe. one day when I'm stronger, I shall be able to take our love from its catacomb and allow my self, just for a moment, to let it bloom once more Oh how I will savour the sweet perfume of it's Beauty! and all that you mean to me Swiftly though, I must return it to a safer place for I dare not risk reliving the pain and torment of our parting. Think of me .
Love is one of life's greatest mysteries It is the driving force which shapes man's destiny It is the very foundation upon which life itself is built Love leads life follows Love is a way of life One cannot detach oneself from Love to make a decision for Love is life itself Throughout the ages the power of Love has gripped the hearts of men - mighty men who feared nothing and made them powerless to resist its spell Kingdoms rose and fell Armies laid others waste and were laid waste by others Men died in agony at the command of a Love-infected leader Paris and Helen of Troy in the Trojan war Samson and Delilah in the battle with the Philistines Anthony and Cleopatra in the Roman Civil War Love is a potent force that sometimes makes fools of Earth's mighty men of valour And yet this same Love has been an instrument of good with which nothing can compare There are many kinds of love - a man for his God a man for his woman a friend for his friend a person for his kin a man for his dog - these and many more Though the particular cases differ the effect of Love is the same - that feeling which inspires and drives men to achieve things they once believed impossible Many a knight fought great odds and won for his lady Many a man leaves his comfortable niche in society and goes out to endure the hardship and pain of the less fortunate as he gives of himself unselfishly to improve their state because of his love for his God, duty and ideals History is filled with leaders who tried to build and maintain an empire with the might of brute force and failed - Charlemagne Alexander The Great Julius Caesar Napoleon Bonaparte Adolph Hitler And yet a humble carpenter of Nazareth who shunned brute force and violence built an empire on Love two thousand years ago and today it covers the face of the earth
Who are and who is my friends or acquaintances, confusing everyday but today I have found my self to walk a path that is not so rough I became so blinded to have friends that it pains me anyway They take a simple kindness and think that I am not tough so by deliberately challenging me to act like nothing happens I grow bold Wake up you! and all the rest, I have something to say I don't like this feeling of regret or sorrow so please do not take me cold as a friend you should know to not take advantage of my kindness in away A storm is blowing inside my soul burning a hole in it so lightning is striking in methods unknown for in the distance thunder you hear Some of the greatest warriors fall with great weapons of bow antics that slaughters such feebleness as cowardices use an unseen spear To let one know that your feelings are clear do not hesitate to do so shows fear and that is one thing that can determine your choice With kindness in your corner you should easily win and that will be great! In the end you can hold up a drink with friends and smile and rejoice
Another day, another battle Nothing ever matter Only thing I can handle Is to be a lone wanderer All I can do is just to fight Hardly anything on my mind Strength is my only might Justice is what to search and find What else can I dare to prove? Staying to become right and noble Warrior's leadership - a will not to lose Remaining to defend and be honorable A desire that burns so high Into a protecting feeling, I can't deny A true fighting honor Sheer pure skill, in which I was taught
The sciences attempt an explanation Yet each new discovery leads to another mystery The source of all is something our finite minds cannot put into words As day becomes night we strive to understand Indeed Spinoza said "Neither weep nor laugh - but understand" Our understanding, however will always have to cope with the minds we have been given We now have the capacity to end life on earth Only by contemplating the mystery together Can we save ourselves Open your heart to the starry sky! Open your soul to the mystery! That is the path to survival!
I Don't Want to Forget You, Lord! Lord Jesus, I don't want to ever forget about you! I just want to take some time, to praise you! During my life, I want the past behind me! When I was struggling… It was you that helped me! The many times you listened to my cries… I knew you'd help me! I didn't know why! I want to cherish the promises you made. I want to enjoy this life, that you gave! I want to remember the times we've had together! I don't want to leave you! Now… Or ever! I want to think about the good times, that we've had! You brought joy to my heart! I am so glad! I want take each day and keep "moving on." I know that you are with me… All the day long! Thank you Jesus! For the times you've been there! Always a friend I need! Who truly cares! An abundance of life, is what I received! That moment I trusted you, and began to BELIEVE! By Jim Pemberton
Those Distant African Nights... 1. The shadows swayed in your candlelit room, a cool breeze teasing your bare back, streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night, as my hands stroked your hair, kissing your soft mouth, holding you, ever so tight. 2. You whispered that you loved me, and I kept silent, the rain fell, shadows danced, thunder rolled, the breeze teased your naked back, you whispered that you loved me, as my lips found yours, the rain washed over our tender nights, lightning and candlelight, etching poems on your burnished skin, yet, a fear gnawed at me, deep within. 3. We parted ways, and you could never forgive me, you said, now, after numberless thunderstorms, the rain that falls, echo the countless tears that I have shed. 4. You are long gone, far away, happy, I pray, yet the memories persist, those precious moments shall never, ever, like the Jo'burg rains, trickle away, and I wish you well, for loving me as you did, for it was I who was not worthy, then, and it is I who is not worthy, now... 5. You were always true, it was I who always, always, refused to, to give myself, completely to you.
This town was the place we used to call our haven You don't remember which road we've driven on The stars were shining against your cherished soul You're a part of my belongings You're ascending above the ground The peace is still like hidden treasure – it's bound to be found I believe in you…I put my faith in you After the miracles you've performed You don't agree with what you truly are The sky is grieving You jump from puddle to puddle You're struggling to meet your destiny Even if your body is saturated in sweat You must keep your head above the sea Follow me and I'll lead you to divine haven Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future It's tempting to just give up and turn around I could tell you've been stressing out But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free We'll flee together…despite the unwholesome weather The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we'll rise like the sun Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory Follow me and I'll lead you to divine haven Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future It's tempting to just give up and turn around You'd rather be drifting away and never be seen again I wanna change your mind and erase your frown Take your mind off of the distressful past Let loose your strain on me Hey! I know you're stronger than you realize You're not a failure – don't be disheartened Don't worry…you and I will earn our future prize This mess will clear up in a moment Just stay by my side and never depart From the light… I promise that we'll endure till the end Just stay nearby and our hope won't tear apart We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight Let's take action and snatch our glory before our time is up Follow me and I'll lead you to divine haven Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future It's tempting to just give up and turn around You've been trying to keep a steady pace But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me Let loose your stress on me… Don't be under pressure Let me handle your anxiety… Reach towards our divine haven Do you need a helping hand? I wish you a carefree Future
My Gal, Blue Bonnet, Black Hair My gal, jet black hair and a blue bonnet writing her a golden little sonnet Just a few nice words to sweetly say this to the lady that gave truest ever kiss Give kisses, many more, forever more I long for and do happily keep score Hold me so tightly in the deepest night You glowing radiance , the sunshine's light Morning brings the pleasure of you there lights are bouncing upon your smile and hair Day gifts your soft touch to lift me up time spent filling our sweetest loving cup My gal, blue bonnet and long jet black hair you are my ALL, knowing you truly care! Robert J. Lindley, 08-18-2014
I Once Loved to Tell Others Of Jesus! I once told others of Jesus! As a young boy... Witnessing for Christ, Is what I enjoyed! I told others of a time to repent... I loved to talk about Jesus, wherever I went! As the years went by, And I grew old. The things of God, I had no longer told. A coldness in my life, began to brew. Even God's word… I no longer knew. I only talked about God to people in the church. In my heart, was a hunger for a new search. A search to return to Jesus! My lost love! I fell on my knees! And cried to God above. I began to confess, to God, everything! A new love for him I knew he would bring. I began to feel his love come all over me. The chains were now gone! I was set free! If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you. Remember his love is faithful and true! Please come to Jesus! And be cleansed within! And experience the joy of being born again! By Jim Pemberton
Little leaves falling down floating lightly without sound Keeping in touch with the wind in time sheltering plants beneath the ground. Floating slowly as the breeze picks them up fading away with seasons divine. Then looking up to the trees so high little leaves bloom from the branch to start again with a new season now as the flowers bloom and keep all sound the wind takes control and starts all over again. Written by:©Betty Bolden 7-10-04 All poems are copyright!©
My heart is beating with upbeat delight You astound me…in every shape and form My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might You surprise me…when you take my hand And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm And He dismisses me from my solitude… My eyes are glistening with bliss… And I'm far from my demise… Only to find that there's no need to feel helpless Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection? Just protect me from any harm Let me make my own decisions… To see the results in the long run You prize me as if I'm cherished like your carefree child You don't understand – I'm TOO foolish and wild I haven't even reached to full maturity But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free From the world's mayhem Is there a solution to this problem? And I'm left with no answer… My eyes are eager to see…another bright day And the night is coming to haunt me… I find myself slowly disappearing from sight… When will God give me a purpose to fight? When will He feed me His awesome might? Just support me…especially during my downfalls Please answer my calls! And I'm left to venture off into His path… Eye can't escape my terrible nightmares Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton Let me pour forth my tears – Do me a favor and cast away my fears Steer me away from disorder and confusion Eye can see you're making great progress You're heading towards a brighter, superb future… My eyes No longer witness oblivion My eyes Looks beyond the earthly pain… bEyOnD the affliction I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . Push aside the waves…and let me Grab it this instant! God feeds me His love…and treats me Like a newborn infant! Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes I feel rare content And I feel hardly any resentment Eye cherish that REMARKABLE moment
I got an ultimatum, I can shoot through them or create a diversion, but either way it's the same, just an unreleased version. It's never different, one just brings a smile, I accept the little things, one step is the beginning of a mile. Never denial, there's no regrets and no looking back, what happened then is gone, a figment of your imagination, it's the past. You brought that out, you let me release my inner thoughts, you brought my chin up, and when I fell you instantly caught. When it was hot, you were a fan, a resource for fresh air, when nothing was right, you were the only place where things were fair. My fairytale, my mansion where there were to many rooms, where I could take of my shoes, and finally tell the truth. You're my destination, it doesn't matter how far, my fabrication, where I can build anything that I want. I can't replace you, there's nothing more that I need. You are my garden, and my pen is the seed, you're Only Everything.
So unfaithful and so scared I walked His way, with so much haste A day of regret, A day of glee, Never made up my mind,to what i feel He kept giving and I kept taking Always for granted,always mistaken In prostration i realized, what it really is, His love for me, my love for Him That miserable night in my bedroom with a broken heart, sadness and doom No one was there,not even the air, It cut my throat as i took an inhale Through my sighs and my cries I felt someone by my side, He soothed and caressed me by His touch He didn't let me die, i wanted it very much I kept hearing Him say My love, I love you more than anything in this world, I bleed with you,in your broken heart i dwell, He smiled for me and that was enough to get me out of pain to relieve my misery, He answered all my questions, told me to breathe I cry when He said i will always be here, I love you so much but you always win in love, He said don't compare love, Love has no boundaries, no measurement,no comparison It is what makes the universe go round, He is forever in me and I am in Him, My love my existence , my everything.
I give my word a breath of life and those who give me strife I willingly do what needs to be done and do not wish to be won I smile a smile that lights up any face and hope to never disgrace I do what I am taught to do and that my help would be true I clam my words together and hope times will never weather I do have some faith in all matters and things to reach with ladders I hope for many things in heart and I cherish everyone that is part I do know one thing is set and with my life I would bet I will hold true to my words and make my world good towards
My father and my mother sat me down one day to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K. The years passes by as I got to be a teenager with high hopes of becoming the first young manager Life turns out a manager job is not for me so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see My family had taught me with all do respect the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect Like queens and kings we bow our head to the people who is wiser in age even when dead Life as our guide the time we have aged is what we leave behind that we are gaged In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth because we age and leave behind a new birth To those that seek such blessing of heart remember this age is respect for living from the start Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers
I'm hoping for my dreams to become a reality I'm hoping for a phase of gratitude I'm rejecting my hopeless fate I'm accepting your side of the story…but don't intrude Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight I grab the rope for extra support It burns like a vertical line of fire I'm unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire I'm sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They're distraught by my absence They're cheering for me from down below I'm sliding down… I cherish you like my own belongings I designed you on my bedroom wall I have you displayed deep in my heart Believe me – you'll never split it apart Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees And I imagine the memories we share with each other I'm sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They're distraught by my absence They're cheering for me from down below I'm sliding down… When I reflect upon the joyous times, My heart never fails To pound vigorously for you I'm sliding down I'm looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you I see the light in your eyes I don't see an insidious nature in you… I wish I hadn't believed in the lies I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness I'm sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They're distraught by my absence They're cheering for me from down below I'm sliding down… I'm glad I've met you in the first place We're a perfect match – Don't deny it…you made me feel handsome We're on the road of victory We're making great progress We're hanging on the edge, But we were rescued From sliding down… At least we're kept ourselves alive……
If I Give God Everything… If I give God everything, what have I to lose? He's been calling me… I don't want to refuse! I need to give HIM control of everything I do… He promised to change and make me brand new! I must confess and humbly come before him! I need to take the time, to love and know him! I'll try to give him, all of my burdens and troubles. He's there to pick me up, when I fall and stumble! God is merciful! And is waiting with open arms! His arms of love, will shelter me, from all harm! As I give God what I have, I know I need more of him! I need to experience Jesus' blood to cleanse my every sin! I'm so thankful and grateful for all that he has done! I shall praise and worship Jesus! God's precious son! I Praise you father! I bless and honor your name! As I give you my life… I am forever changed! By Jim Pemberton
A Chipped Heart... Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass, my solitary facade a pitiful farce, shards tearing out of my skin, seeking release, from cages within, I am lost, in the dream, bellowing out a silent scream, torn from reality, drowning in the now, yet I refuse, I refuse to succumb, I refuse to bow. My chipped heart, may be wounded, wreathed in pain, still, I believe, love, truth, belonging, will take my hand, again...
If I could create with words a picture worthy of accolades To recite the story of my life as painted by time's hands On memory's glorious object My pen would be tipped with beautiful balm That at each stroke counts the blessed bliss Of a soul sated with dream I have lived in the light of hope I have laughed in the warmth of family I have embraced the enfolding arms of destiny And as I stand on yet another stage of life I salute the love that has stayed The friends that have prayed and blessed with genuine smiles Joyously I sing my tale Chant the chant of appreciation For you have all been to me A high-spread sky where my star was allowed to shine The reflection s of an ever varying, flooding light Bursting forth in your victorious hearts Cheering me on.
Together we stand strong with love, even when fear lurks on our backs, like deadly parasites, fighting my fear, as death chases us, I grab your hand as we run for our lives, our heart beats racing against time, but we hit a dead end, you look into my eye's, as I see the fear grow, like a child in a thunger storm, my heart darkens with sadness, I grab you and hold you one last time, tears drip down our face, like our eye's were dark clouds that stormed down in terror, I whisper I love you, and I let you go, before I left I told you I'll be there waiting at the kingdom of God, I wont walk into Heaven without holding your hand, live a long happy life, I'll be waiting for you, and I ran straight into the heart of death, my heart shall beat within yours forever, goodbye my love, and just like that my life ended so you may live yours.
In the woods the shadows fade as the sun falls away the darkness hides the trees inside the woods come alive. Hear the sounds the owls make as they hunt for their sake. Scattering feet running to hide little mice trying to fly the owls are hungry,its their time to eat and scare the shadows inside. Now the sun is opening up the darkness fades and the light shines the owls sleep and all is safe for the mice are scampering all around pleased to know they are safe and sound. Written by:©Betty Bolden
Absolut the heaven is where I am For index of words are my abstract thought This little being distant of me I run to be sane Can we ever have something that tells us to pause Just enough to reclaim My you are so much further then I want to be My intelligence is only a split in my mind The rust of ancients keeping my bones alive This flow of energy is all I have Giving is so hard to be that branch in the water King of something yet master of none I only want to cancel the momentum Freeze me even if I can not speak The universe takes me as it always takes the weak
Grind it all away… The sadness, the disease of malnutrition, the decay… I want you to float on high like a feather off a bird Allowing the calmer breezes to bring you to this world Grind these cruel thoughts into bits and see the good I would give you a place to stay if I could If you would stay, if you would allow yourself to bloom Instead of blinding yourself with self-hatred and gloom I am so sick of you hating yourself because of me I am so sick of wanting to be free We are…take it all away Listen, stop screaming in your head for me to stay I am here—but your cruel necessities drive all away Lift up your voids of anger, sadness, and deceit Loosen up your sovereignties—and breathe!!! I cannot help you all of the time I cannot save you from the currents But please…please don't let the pain flourish Let yourself free from the bondage of your caged sorrows Allow yourself to fill up on warmth—allow yourself to swallow! But upon the excruciating agony—still you wallow Why do you choose to do this for yourself? Why have you given up? You know, what hurts the most? That you accept your pain…your so-called pathetic ways And drag me straight down with you… Shall we swim together in the waste of time, That you have so craftily established? I will rise to the surface without blemish I will tell you once more—be free!!! And if you only ignore— All will not matter anymore I am not staying to watch you fall Pick yourself up if you care at all But don't bring me down like this Don't accept the negative wars Or like a war, fight them off, cut them off, grind them to dust I will fight with you if I must… But I will not accept defeat Get up on your feet Believe.
We do not compare to one another. My skin is the coal the people used. Your skin is the powder the flappers adore. My soul is deep and my heart is pure. Pure as white! Your soul is shallow and your heart is dark. Darker than the skin my poeple hold. We may not compare, but you are my brother. Not by blood or by class. We are fused- fused by lives we live and the past we lived We are connected forevermore. There was a master and he was cruel. The crakel of the whip was the electric shock of my greats. There was no hope for the slave that cried. There was no voice for the slave that would not hide. Flight was the tantalizing thought. The slave hadn't a chance to live in flight or freedom. Their was only the need to fight. Fight to live and fight to breathe. Those greats so far down kept on fighting. They kept on preserving. They had their beauty that could never be touched. White Man, White Man listen to me. I was the coal that was used. I was the coal that was taken from its home. I was the coal that was discarded and given freedom. The flappers are young and they love their powder. You will be used and you will become the slave. I am the coal that is free. You are the powder that is used. My beauty will never will fill a white mans body. Too much has been seen and too much has been lived. No white can hold ?my? strength and no white can hold ?my? beauty. They are mine and forever will be. My soul is deep and my heart is pure. I shall not be condemed to this life no more.
I'm hopping out of bed, Hoping you would save me from my fleeting fantasies You are permanently in my mind… Everything's out of my reach… Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind I'll have a chance to meet you eye to eye in my dreams And I stare at you and wish I had a flawless life… You are the waves of the sea You are the diamonds in the cave Everything's out of my reach… Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind We'll have to see each other again in reality I'm going insane…I touch the fabrics of your imagination You are the mountains, staring me down like a hawk I trace a shooting star in the starlit sky… Everything's out of my reach… Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind I'll have a chance to meet you some time in my dreams Reach out to the sun's flames Be my guide and lead me to a better pathway You are the sorrowful rain Everything's out of my reach… Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind I'll have a chance to meet you somewhere in my dreams Your rain trickles down from bitter clouds Lighten up and be carefree; Don't paralyze me with your lightning fury Everything's out of my reach… Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind I'll have a chance to meet you face to face in my dreams You might as well be suffocating me with your beauty Someone unchain me from living this lie Your love projects peace in mind Everything's out of my reach… Tonight, I crawl into my outlandish mind I'll have a chance to meet you, even if you are a nightmare
My eyes Refuse to see tragedy My eyes Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's sagging…from endless mourning And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? You don't see What damage you've done Just let me be Leave me alone…hand me a gun I yearn for unspoiled glory To make me feel perfect once more I yearn for flawless serenity To make me feel no regret…don't ignore My calls…don't hang up on me You don't see What damage you've done Just hear my plea Listen to my excruciating cries… Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies Our journey has just begun And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me weeping? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? Eye can't handle the stress Let me release my horrendous distress Eye can see you making that same mistake At least MY life isn't at stake And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's weeping…do You feel my lament And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement I'm aching with discontent… I abhor this torment When will peace scrub off my fear? I can't believe my eyes Your guiltiness flows into me… I can't believe I fell for your lies Your heartless action rape my mind…you don't see What my EYES see… You'll never see How much pressure you put me under Unchain me from this chamber And watch me flee… When will you be set free?
BE CREATIVE Being creative May be addictive To think right- Is less might Rest your muscle To pen a puzzle Let your words scream Bring to pass a dream Strike men in the heart Thrust through them like dart Make the world reason new But make those that ponder few Turn your ink to a print, Let your lines run a sprint Form a thoughtful world of track That their pace may run the track Make the world innovative And let their thoughts associative For the word makes the world So pen and make it called That the living- May reason And those that read May lead
I see in your heart I see Inside your Soul I feel the feelings only you can see or know I feel your pain from deep down inside And know the hurt and feelings combined Your an Amazing,Sweetheart this you should know Don't let anyone take that from deep inside your Soul The hurt you feel the anguish deep down inside will only go away if you learn to let go and cry The release is so great and healing. Refreshing I would say That your heart will grow warmer and warmer each day The Love you have inside shows in your outer glow So let that glow reach deep down to where it needs to go You are Beautiful on the inside and out dont let anyone ever make you dought. Take control and let your inner light glow.. Come on girl let's give them a beautiful show Don't lighten your glow for anyone you know let it shine and always abound.. Just know this to me you are one of the most Beautiful Souls One of the most precious I have ever encountered on this earth Although our friendship is beginning to bloom in leaps and bounds I feel in my heart there is plenty of room for it still to grow You are the most open, welcoming, sweetheart of a girl that I know It feels like our friendship has been around forever your already in my soul I Love you more than words could ever express I'll always be here to help with any and all Stress or obstacles you go through So know in me a True friend you have found one that promises to NEVER let you down!!!! Written By: Christina Kirks McCullouch 03/17/2013
A mind in recovery As the breeze blows through my dreaded hair, I sit in this world as if I don't care. From a distance away I hear the clouds crash. The skies are brewing a storm, And my mind is spiralling out of form. My soul has an unhealed slash. The air becomes filled with cigarette smoke, And my lungs begin to slowly choke. The cravings within me have died. So I remain with suffocating emotions, My habits have submitted me to regulations. All the rivers of sin have dried. Life propelled me to recovery, While God's initial plan is discovery. I am embracing the eyes to see within me. I have come to terms with my addiction, I no longer live in condemnation, God has saved me. Inspired by a group session in rehab ( Harmony retreat) 2011
An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn't well "afford!" A "casual" encounter led to the marriage's destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly "function." How could this man think there's "nothing wrong with it." "It must be fine." He thought. "everyone's doing it!" Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn't give us a "license to sin!" God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there's something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He'll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It'll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton
In the beginning of plight, We venture off and take action Beyond the mysteries of the day and night We search diligently for safety and direction The aftermath of our flight Brought us good luck and success If we look forward...we'll eventually find light We must get out of this cave... Or we'll be stomped on by distress You're our journey's end Where is the escape route? Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend With God's help, we'll find a way out... No doubt
Father, Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be. I am the product of myself and my negativity. I trust You. I love You. I thank You. In Your name, We pray, Amen.
Believe in the killer in me, Innocent, she believes in me, Metaphorical Scent of disease, Regardless oh whom I tried to be... Dead by the hands of a mistaken assassin, Still, she claims what she was not, The hunter became what the hunted has been, An image of ignorance behind the roots of a thought. Experience is worth for what we are now, Lifeless and cruel, casting a doubt, Over the wings of the choices we once approached, But that's not what I saw, that's what I was told... Dead by the hands of a mistaken assassin, Still, she claims what she was not, The hunter became what the hunted has been, An image of ignorance behind the roots of a thought. May the metal of your arms Be my last empty grave, For against your believes Nothing's stronger than hate, Just relieve this empty shell Of all I once drew, Because for all that I did I'm no better than you...
In all my life I've never spent a full day with you Dad, the man I know and love Split in two I'm proud to call you my father For any man to model But only half because the other half Can't let go of the bottle Your different dad When your drinking or not Don't deny your problem You miserable sot A 12-pack isn't normal Not everyday or so Grow up, act your age And just let go Because we love you dad We always have and will But your drinking blasts a hole in me With nothing to fill When you ask me for more I am hopeless to your avidity But give-in and guide you towards death For fear of acerbity As I mature into manhood I fear that you won't see the day I graduate, get married, or start my family So affirm a different substance for your thirst to allay I have no shame on my knees to plead Because we are kin, it's your blood I bleed You must end this putrid deed So Dad, please just let go of the mead By Nicholas A. Bello
Divorce Isn't Always A Good Choice! I met a person who's been married for many years. When he talked to me, he was in tears! He was faced with the option of divorce! And now, he feels his life is driven "off course." His wife said she's through. She's "all done." And doing things which seemed "fun." Beyond each day and the circumstance… Does this marriage even "have a chance?" Why do people seem happier when they're apart? Far too often, this ends up in a broken heart! Too often, people "give up" on what they believe! But it's so many lies, is what they receive! I spoke to this person, of God's purpose and meaning! Into God's loving arms, is where he needs to be leaning! When life changes, and marriage seems to have failed you… Jesus is here! And wants to put his arms around you! There's hope and answers to all of your problems! You'll find the answer in God's word! HE can solve them! The best choice for you is to come and trust HIM! Give Jesus your life! Come now and love HIM! All he needs is for you to give him an invitation! He'll change you! And make you a new creation! His love can do what no other power can ever do! He'll bring new meaning in the words; "I LOVE YOU!" By Jim Pemberton
When I come too close She becomes comatose from An overdose Of some bad love I suppose Her heart calcified from the bleed Now there's a stone where it used to be A fort built around her being Echoes of pain's sound for seeing There's damage done to repair She needs a spark with some air She needs a gun with a flare Can I break her out of it Gotta break her out of it She puts up a wall And she's shutting me out she don't know me at all Cause I wont let her down And darkness it comes and takes over her soul and there's nowhere to run there's nowhere to go Gotta break her out of it *It's about trying to love a girl that has been damged from a past relationship.
There's a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman, with marriage in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was "born!" God's design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be "inserted." God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God's idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It's no wonder why so many have "confused" minds. Let's come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; "one husband and one wife!" By Jim Pemberton
Fertile Crescent and Vestigial Conscience The sun overshadowing my morality my self- righteousness eclipsed Where early mans' dawn is, Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me if I pontificate platitudes that fail to connect us to full stomachs for our children, solid comfort during our elders' aging and respite needs That McChrystal was sacrificed at the altar the way Abraham (*pause) to show faith O yea, my ancient ancestors from Ireland Maybe they had roots in Celtic lore Heralding Beowulf's heroics And maybe they had someone in some way connected to various seafaring warring factions! Tyranny and takeover spark hatred vitriolic blinding rage, like action- oriented swarming killer bees~ Vestigial, then, is it - our primordial consciousness? Weeping flows, but flash floods cannot compare, and the burn of fury that hot lava NO! of liquid molten, from the deepest depths of Earth's core - even that cannot compare to the condemnation my foe must assume. With this pen I secure my conduit to the divine, My unpretentious foothold here from my pedestal, denouncing injustice! My spears are fueled Fertile Crescent Ghosts of pharaohs Branded timeless in stone Reigning order Condemning the vilified, as it is published by The Royal Geographical Society: Syria as the Gateway between East and West Leonard Woolley The Geographical Journal Vol. 107, No. 5/6 (May - Jun., 1946), pp. 179-190) And why shouldn't this be so? Beowulf, an earliest epic Of Old English How proud and agile to be able To confer your legacy in written format Onto your generations and incursions ~ Daughters of the American Revolution, weren't you early colonists settling in Maryland? Wasn't The Crown's high noon tea wrought with hypocrisy? I was wrong when I supposed McCongress ordered striking the King's son off the Dollar Menu, To Go, when they showed up at the Drive-Thru window Morocco & France have tensions today that sprouted around this very topic, you know. Everyone has to pay attention to who the special children are, from the special castes - it is written and taught in children's international fairytales written by nations collectively- cultures present their insides in their telling of morals embellished inside gripping tales to their children, use of cultural symbols and delectable terms, the signs all lead directly to the diaper room. But for this poet, it was the Irish potato famine forbidding entry into libertine culture.
Jesus, Help Me to Tell Others About YOU! Jesus, help me to tell others about you today. Please help and give me the words to say. The love you've given to me. You want me to share it! The burden that I carry... I alone cannot bear it! I need your grace to help me to stay humble. Especially when I begin to complain and grumble! In this cruel and evil world, be my guiding light! I know that with you, things will be alright. You've given to me a love that can't be contained. May others know the beauty there is in your name! May my heart be filled with a compassion for the lost. May I not forget to keep my eyes on the cross! Help me Lord to give others hope, when there is none. A new person in Jesus, any person can become one! You, sweet Jesus, are the reason that I'm here. You bring a love to everyone that's very sincere! Thank you dear lord, for helping me! I'm not strong! You'll be there with me, when things seem to go wrong. I shall speak of your salvation and love wherever I go! That your spirit, through me, will reach the lost souls! I will share of this wonderful savior who is mine… Now is the day of salvation! Now is the time! By Jim Pemberton 03/11/14
What I Do For You I sent red roses to your sweet mother I surely would do that for no OTHER! I spent four long years waiting for you I longed for the first kiss, we TWO! I now have you so sweetly by my side I enjoy it all, especially your RIDE! I look forward to the nights we share I sing, sing it out and I truly CARE! I find Heaven and my darling it is YOU! Robert J. Lindley, 07-10-2014 Enter Poetry Contest Deadline 8/8/2014 12:00:00 AM Note From Sponsor No updates yet... Contest Description What to Submit? 1 original, poem on the theme of .......any poem under 10 lines...... Any form is acceptable.
Bloody was the scene. November 1868 Was the beginning and the end of so much blood! The spreading echoes And fade extended far, down the village of Southern Cheyenne, behind the depth of the Sand Greek Massacre, With the shine of women and children Was the luxuriant of a man named Boy General? Or the soulless Long Hair assassin! In throng books of history whose branches gleaming With silly prospect, given Glory Hunter With his tilted sombrero, an accord hero But we must extent our eyes far way back And took him as a butcher and a murder, In pencil-and-stones as the monster that was that Cuter. The scene was November of 1868—- Whence its greatness of it was the pure blood— The spread lot of children's hearts And voices that never die! Resounded far In today melody, the happy lot, the lake of gusts. Bloody was the victory from yesterday, but today, As a fine arm, down the depths and once again, From whom our past stand, it must create By the bloody freedom that a man named Glory Hunter—- Long Hair has no more— Who's slated us to be stronger? Fighting the rules from a past. What rules? You must ask. The rules that we know—being a free Indian, Being an Indian at last!
Within Me Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts, memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in, permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin. Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life, awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses, banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife. You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul, I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now, seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl. The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read, nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed. Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead, searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.
Passion in D-Major Feeling, the sensuous brush- strokes on a canvas, swirling, to a symphonic crescendo, of our shared heartbeats, fading between the notes, feeling your soft body entwined with mine, your form bathed in my infinite kisses, our orchestral desire rising, conducting a shared fusing of passion, ... the music echoing ... over the precipice, on the brink of dazzling rainbow hues, lost in the void, of an eternal instant, plunging through the depths of rhyme, pleading, forever pleading, for a prolonged, bouquet of shared time.
You can have all the wealth To buy everything you seek Power, position, and success Fame and fortune for you to keep Everything that money can buy Even live like a royal majesty And when you walk the street Might even turn down your nose at me I maybe lacking of material possessions Or working for a minimum salary But I am the happiness man in the world For my beautiful wife are having our baby We use to dream of getting marry And today it's a wish comes true And though we don't have much I got everything when you say I do The magic that you bring tour life A happiness that spread far and wide And to see the glow in your eyes Saying you're carrying a new life inside And though some days are tough And the bills just keep piling up above But none of these can take equal Having our sweet little child of love I know she was a gift from heaven For everything about her was so right And when she hugs me, I didn't want to let go And I made her laugh so much that night She's sleeping so peacefully now As I gently pulls and fix her covers Tomorrow from the doctor's visits will get Her some of her favorite jasmines flowers She always ask him a million questions About baby stuff she that she read And her eyes so bright when she's smiling With her tousled curly hair on he head And when I look at her And I see the joy in her beautiful face Of having our precious little baby And spreading over me her amazing grace The time has come and now they are home As she coddle our gift from above And I lie next to her and hug them both My beautiful wife an our baby of love
Still In Love With My Wife... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; "Not now son— I just don't have the time." He said, "Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?" "Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?" My eyes choked with tears; "Yes son I really do!" "I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you." "Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?" "Yes my son—my love for you will always belong." I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my son's eyes. He came running to me with arms wide open. "Thank you daddy" were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton
Bags Of Rice In my Courtyard The One I Struggled Lost to the capriciousness The nest of the fuddle Nightingale- A Suspicious Saying of the sage. So sonorous is this Whistle That passes by IF not covetousness It will be inclined. Memory of the past Archimedes, Aristotle and many Memory drained superlative subservient. A Holy race So secured everywhere.
Writing a masterpiece Takes so much effort and thought My mind's settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again Peace barely meets my body Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan Faith passed away – it's buried too far below the debris Have I lost the race? Writing a successful book…writing in general Takes so much confidence and self-control My mind is stacked up with debt… Words splinter my tongue – I can't repair my tarnished soul Danger is placed in many corners Happiness is a few blocks away from me Fearlessness dives into me Acceptance of who I am – God's chosen one Have I won the race? Have I found His grace?
Say no bull shit To turn a new sheet Cage your vulgar sword in its sheath Words can make and mar is no myth They either edify or nullify like meat So speak good and good you'll meet They make life like garment, tailored to fit Thus you'll thrive and achieve a great feat Till you are soaked in goodness from head to feet Now put to use the things you've heard Words can bring the good you've lost or never had Make a habit of healthy speech no matter how hard 27/01/2013 01.33pm C'emeka Mbah
Little bird stuck in tree. Little bird needs too see. Little bird has no need to be stuck in that big ol tree. Little bird doesn't think while he commands to flap his wings as he decides to take a stand he looks up and down but feels not to sound. Little bird let's go as he starts to fall but isn't alone his dear ol mother is by his side watching every move he decides to try.
Battlefield of Love Us against the world This battlefield of love Weapons loaded We smile bright Our happiness a target Were prepared for war We march forward
My mind's a naturalistic blur; She is a hazy green image pressed up against the lens Our hands press against each other only separated by the glass; her body is in the shape of crucifixion tired arms sagging, feet clinched But she sprung from a garden once clothed in leaves and life; I will die with her, a green tree. My Joy, sweet, true, Greenish in petals, nature's favorite hue You've reached the hill-tops, and The sun's yellow flame Is now a streak of red, racing past us To the land of the dead And one day we will meet it there. Day unfolds Joy's velvet face; She yawns, stretches her Round slight jaw at the yellow sky. I die for her; she dies too. Her desire is for flesh foods; Her groans consume my logic; fire Clothes her nakedness, her womb She gasps for breath and wants To drink the sadness of men. My Joy, sweet, true, Your body's green, tears blue Body bowed, droplets of dew Do all but taste your sweetness And look how sorrowful you shine Spinning your petals To turn water into wine How proud you are of what only the sun Has done; I poke gently your stretched skin, Feel the strained tenuous echo Of strings I've played within Wrapped in your body I feel enraptured now as then. I die for her and she dies too. Her heat gasps with the warmth Of glowing coals within her, fiery; I quit my desire, strangle myself With my own bone, cut short To calm the bursting blood; red-faced, The strength within me starts to bud So I am young once more and willing To be dumb again in love. My Joy, sweet, tenuous, I once could play you soft and timorous Tears swashing green upon your skin Our morning dew did know no sin. But dusk falls rapidly upon us Skin once beautiful now onerous Wrinkles us in shame, still honor finds us In the dirges that remind me Of the life that's lost behind us. My Joy, sweet, tender, kind How proud and sorrowful you shine I must carry you within Buried bodies know no sin; You are beautiful and bright Burn your brightest here tonight And as dusk begins to call Let us here upon it fall Our closely sewn shadows touch silk, the cloth of our doom And the curtains of death do shroud us in eternity's womb. Don V Standeford
Perhaps, I might be blind at anytime, The present, I know, I'd beaten the time. Though then, I was down in the dumps Now, I cocks an ear and eye at the pumps. Now, I'm not living in cloud cuckoo land, I behold facts in what is my hand. Power shouldn't hold onto word-smith, But should be based on the worldly-wise, With the think-thank aides and not filth. That 'll keep cries in check for the rise. If you can't beat them, convince them And not to turn your back like Satan. Set the pace for those at the helm And don't keep back plans as though isn't your clan.
Jesus Christ Went Above And Beyond! Jesus Christ went above and beyond! He forgave all of my sins and wrongs! He loved me! When nothing else mattered! He picked me up, when my life was chattered! He gave me his life, when no one else could! All of my sins and failures, he understood! He's blessed me, with his love and assurance! And gave me salvation! His eternal "life insurance!" He's given me strength, and all I needed! With all that he's given, my life is completed! He rescued me from the awful pit of sin. And brought hope to my life, once again! He's given me a love, that I never had! I gave him my life! I am so glad! To Jesus… I'm forever thankful and grateful! He's my guiding light, and an awesome example! His word helps me to have victory today! And guides me, along life's narrow way! This same Jesus can do the same for you! The opportunity is here! What will you do? Friendship with Jesus! HE brings life divine! I'm so blessed, that he's a friend of MINE! By Jim Pemberton
A lover I once knew, die today he was alive yesterday I never thought of him this way. I never think about the rain Unless it flood my drains, my driveway, my rose garden Or dampened my happy mood Why would the death of my lover Leave me so sad, and blue Tender moment of affection: edgy days Relationships have it up and downs The past have been trouble: maybe I was wrong, Probably he was right: however here tonight A lover I once knew passed away today My old lover the wicket-keeper: The one I uses to love the most: an distant lover
Here I am Jesus! Please use me! I know that you'll never refuse me! I ask you to fill me with your compassion… Even if this seems "old fashioned!" This world is lost and dying without you! There's so many that really need you! May I be an instrument in reaching out… This is what being your child is all about! You are the potter... I am the clay. Please give me the words to say! Touching others, I know is your will! May I listen to your spirit, and be still. Teach me to be your light, as I go along. In your arms of strength, I do belong! May others be stirred from God above… Help me to be an example of your love! To be used by God is an honor and joy... HE gives eternal life for all to enjoy! By Jim Pemberton
THE BUTTON-BACK NURTURERS …. debt-ridden emotions and emotion-ridden debts – Oscar Wilde on the Irish Mothers and matriarchs, you toy the gutted room Where sensibility is decaffeinated lace Tireless in your role of martyr and your zoom Lens to condemnation before an act takes place, Your constant servitude serving only gloom Creating recognition of what we all must face, Death itself, never exhausted, a loom On which your tapestry is woven, mace Broken with your unbroken shadow. Love's vroom Never gets off the ground or into the race And is absent save for endless debt, a womb Of ever-diminishing returns, and the plain case That you can't own others, is yours alone to ponder, In your violated abyss with its pain and rage and wonder.
Sackcloth and Ashes The fabric of the universe. The fabric of suffering for mankind. Fibers woven on the looms of heaven. Each strand gathered and dipped in gold and love. Interconnected into the most extravagant garment of hope. Sewn with the intent of healing the hearts of all mankind. Sackcloth and Ashes. A garment worn by the chosen yet humbled and meek. Everywhere they travel judgments they bring. Calling all of mankind to repent and ready their hearts to meet the Messiah, The King. Dressed in authority yet adorned with grace and humility. Cloaked with compassion and striving to spare the world from its own misery. Sackcloth and Ashes. Gwendolen Rix 2-1-15
Kings always rule princes always marry, jewels of royalty always glow through castle windows feasting and feasting, plotting the next war scheme. the poor smell the duck, the gravy. peasants dream of beheading the commander souls onced plan to unite for a cause larger than themselves, that day is lost now we glorify their stuffing feast the feel of fitting in with them makes you warm inside like a shot of whiskey. you are connected with the fame and fortune; but never invited to a ball tuning into your idols, forgetfull they have no recollection of who you are. time is wasted on a meaningless mirage keeping the peasants happy, with their half eaten chicken breast
I love you too much To let anything bad happen to you I love you too much To see you do bad things I love you too much To do nothing I wont sit and do nothing I will stop you Even if I have to hurt you to save you I wont sit and do nothing It's nothing personal I just love you too much Eric (and sometimes not)
SUPER HUMAN What the challenge that I cannot achieve is not yet known The life I am living is but a seed sown Watch ye but do not regret else, away you are blown I have seen, I have faced, and to believe is what is I have conquered Tell where there is right and I am not there The perfect me is what you but did see Yet not feel, cos it hurts to feel Yes! O yes! My ego drives me My dream keeps me alive Do not blame me I'm just SUPER HUMAN
If they ask me how I did it, How I got here today, I will love and laugh and smile And say, "It took a lot of faith."
Mother Teresa been a historical, and an important, and a humble figure, as she had dedicated her life for the poor and the needy indeed, the best tribute one can give her is by quoting a single quote of her, out of the many though, the one mentioned below seems to be more precise, in today's world, "Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given" Today, in the rush of acquiring money, many have forgotten this lovely aspect, the aspect of love, which is much greater than money, and had crossed a number of boundaries, from times immemorial, today jealousy, selfishness, greed have taken over love, wherein money is not that great, than love itself, as love is like a 'Can', which can be filled from the top to the bottom, unlike money, which needs to be filled from the bottom instead, love is greater than money indeed, as we do love our Gods, our wives, the children, whether they be ours, or of others, without distinguishing between their caste, creed, colour, Love is indeed greater, as we love the newborns born into this world, our friends , wherein love can also help us to defeat our enemies too, without love, no one can progress on, and neither the countries too, Therefore love is greater than money indeed!! 'Quote and Author':- "Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given"- Author: 'Mother Teresa'
eye-to-eye, we meet says the songs.. glued stare nothing comes along.. forgetting all worries and wrong.. I shove my hands and arms.. Inviting you to be near and give a hug.. I will lay my head affront your chest.. Closing my eyes in whole contentment.. No inches apart, as my body fits to yours.. Building true comfort, melting my fears.. Shifting my head against your neck.. Languidly, i move my cheeks to a pur.. Such incomparable, wonderful feeling! Only you and i can share in the right timing.. I hold on to seconds, minutes to hours.. Promising you and i, sweet not sour.. by: olive_eloi [aug.14, 2013 @6:40pm] dedicated to persons who is like me wishes for a hug from my family... ----->>> HUGS. free gesture of comfort, care, concern, affection and love... if it's given wholeheartedly, surely it can lift one's soul.. it encourages a spirit to burn... i admit i love hugs, evening...
As the winter slows down and the wind is not heavy Your love holds me in the palm of your hands. You shelter me from the storms and you keep me warm in the palm of your hands. When life takes my last breath, you hold me in the palm of your hands. Your love flows from rivers slow you hold me in the palm of your hands. You took my sin and let me live in the palm of your hands. Life can hurt and twist us all over the roads of life but you untwist the pain inside, you hold me in the palm of your hands. My life is still not right, so many days of inside fright, but one thing I know, you hold me in the palm of your hands. Take me into your heart so true, help me not to be so blue, Jesus,please hold me in the palm of your hands. Written by:©Betty Bolden
Take a chance with my heart Give me a chance to hold you Let me hold you with these holy hands Take a chance to love me from within Give me a chance to show you love Let my feelings walk beside you Let my feelings moves you to ecstasy Take a chance on me with your emotions Make my life the elution of unforeseen desires Wake me up like an infant longing for a sweet touch Take a chance to walk with me in the fields of hardship Make me the king of your palace
Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts, subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops— thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves. If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death should drawn you into your self-box, I say, remember when one constructed self-prison fell away. However you helped this forward, do more of the same. Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance. Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward, loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled— unafraid to be splayed open. Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind— multiplying there in mid-air, riding the four directions. Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song— effulgent, double-charged with surprise and now even with mock surprises. Start at the beginning, where you are. Don't be satiate with loll-lolling recede wave's tide, retreat back and back into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish! Now, you Human Being—you come awake also! Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly. Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular. Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy, estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands, let subtle conversation play. Ring all the tiny bells. Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance. In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound— bring sunburst, sphere and harmony. Make your entire body a listening board forming therein—tender shape around which love seed unfolds infinite spaces and then… Spring awake! All to better dreaming where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying. O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you, with every human—never again sleep, never abandon!
I love the way she smells after a shower so fragrant fresh and clean and how she sits there so beautiful in her dressing gown brushing her long wet hair until it dry's and gleams. Her sweet perfume fills the room and sets my heart on fire heightening my senses and filling me with desire. Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
What if we all Just stopped where we are And sent a smile to the one next door? What if we all Just stopped where we are And reached out to those who've done us wrong? What if we all Extended a serving hand To the grieving, homeless, hungry, and downtrodden? What if we all Just stopped where we are, Joining hands, Offering thanks, Forgiving, Laughing, Hugging, Loving, And embracing; Smiling as our futures shined Because God has blessed us this life!
As we lay beneath the moons glare A simple look will never prepare It seems quite It seems peaceful Without the light nothing appears displaced Only that sight is a lie, not really a sight The suns arrival comes with the truth Now we can see what needs to be seen It disguises as if it was a dump Yet, it never was the place of any garbage A day ago it was a living society set with a stage The performance came her name was sandy The audience took her act to heart She took lives She took memories She tore us all apart A scary performance, always to be remembered Now to fix up, the damage that was widespread
pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.
From my youth, I knew no goodness Teach me His truth So that I will meet success I hope I'm making little progress From my youth, I knew very little at first Teach me Your truth Or I'll remain in thirst I thirst for His spirit - to renew my faithfulness I have a nourished heart But, evilness broke it apart I had an energetic soul But agony took its toll And now I pray To Him who mends us all To save my young heart From the fear of losing control... Do I still have an innocent, Young heart?
When you conversate me, I spelt the taste of your tongue. i'd no complain against your attitude, You fully satiate me even spoken slang. When i gone through your eyes, I realized the vision of your height. I never read a chapter of feelings, You touch me i melted as water slight. You kissed me i lost my mind and heart, Who excited us we jumped to win a fight? the motive was only to swim a white river, No religion, caste or colour counts as black or white. Never seen such spirit in our body, Human soul was inspiring fire. I never imagined such a dream, Nobody was below or heigher. We achieved a target of peace, Nobody was a selller or buyer. We crushed hate and jealous, We adopt love for smile and admire.
For Mother Teresa to see... the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life to see... the simple truths of living between the horror and the endless strike to see... the innocent smiles of the children at play while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay to see... the endless yearning for that simpler better place away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space to see... the open vistas of this pale blue dot the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got to see... the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide to see... the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed to see... and to see it all and still stand tall to hold on to the humanity that resides deep within us all may be our only saving grace and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet I need to remember all that I've said the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face to see... that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...
My heart is heavy from the waiting. Lonely from sitting in silence with nothing but my own inadequacies to balm the wounds time festers. Patiently abiding the time of recognition when fate bows down and bestows a grace sacrificing these tribulations for the mercy of love, I wait for the coming of salvation the benediction of true loves embrace. The tides are rising- and the binding on my soul is strong am I to die a martyr? With imminent despair I implore come home and untie me...
The Old Porch swing I saw an old cabin in the woods while hiking there one day Brush everywhere, with vines o'er grown It stands alone, near a pile of stone And on the porch, there was a swing it hangs from beams with old rusted chains a nice south breeze flows gently through the porch and rocks the old swing back and forth two seats are all worn and covered with dust The boards are all warped and grey the chains they creak of stories past many secrets to keep and never let go Lovers first kiss and the holding of hands dreams of the future and successes to come A baby's first cry, being rocked to sleep A book being read and deep thoughts to keep Watching kids at play and rabbits run a life full of joy, so full of fun the end of school, the kids move away the parents just smile and choose to stay A time of sorrow, a partner gone depressed and lonely and swinging alone the cool evening breezes, they try to atone but nothing can change that chill to the bone The swing rocks on, alone on the porch It moves with the wind, the chains creaking still And hopes for the future, more people to hold more secrets to learn and never be told
I'm so very glad that Jesus lifted me! And am grateful that he also set me free! I'm grateful of the happiness he brought! And know that he loves me, a whole lot! I'm also thankful, for the life that he brings! He understands me! And can do anything! I hope that you'll take some time today. Spending time alone with him, and pray! He rewards those who earnestly seek him! Won't you give him a chance? And receive him? This same Jesus, also wants to help you! Won't you open your heart, and let him touch you? By Jim Pemberton 08/15/13
What If Joseph Kissed Potiphar's Wife? What would happen if Joseph kissed Potiphar's wife? Just think about the impact this would be on his life! If he'd entered into her temptation and charm… This would've cause much damage and harm! Many of God's blessings, I'm sure he would missed 'em! If he's let Potiphar's wife reach out and kiss him! Thank God that he didn't succumb to her beauty. He held fast and remembered his God given duty! A life serving God was something that he chose! Even if it meant her tearing off a part of his clothes! Godly living was something he decided to choose! Even if it meant him being falsely accused! God used him while he spent time in prison! He trusted God, and knew that he was with him! I'm sure there were things that he didn't understand. But soon, God made him the #2 ruler in the land! May this be a stern warning to me and to all! Think about what temptation may cause you to fall! Scripture says "resist the devil and he will flee from you!" Run to God! And allow his presence to surround you! This society often encourages to "indulge" in sexual sin! This is where so much heartache and misery begins! Run to the Lord! Seek his spirit to lead and guide you! A way to escape temptation, he'll provide for you! Like Joseph, run from temptation as fast as you can run! And lay everything at the feet of God's precious son! His love will sustain you! Regardless of what you're "missing." So you too can receive HIS love and Godly blessings! By Jim Pemberton
In a moment, a lapse of anguish Through the sanded markets that The mind implored. Dust coughed up And crystallised silence; Each moan and cry Of every wrapped face Became a whisper, As blood might echo an unheard drip Into a lake of cold concern. I do not know how the street kings felt For upon re-opening they continued much the same; Decrepit focus on none but their own. It would sadden me to think the whip of this Aged and ground earth Was nothing more than an inconvenience… But I do not know how the street kings felt, For my only sense was the smell of mud from my hands, As I pushed my eyelids shut. I was never one of the stalls; I had played that game and not liked it. Instead what was I? Scarce confess more than a ghost. I had dropped an eye into the weeping tomb, I had retraced each bone with affection And made self-labour of their wandering loss. I had carved a hole so deep within That I may plunge. Rise as I did, in the scope of the curious I had no form known to this winding world. I had a difference, for sure, there was much that I could not now. Only sleep and give; remaining as dead as I ever was. I lay naked upon the grazing sand, Skin as cold as the failing tree. But in this moment The mournful fled, My arms less heavy than known. The wind spluttered, Shook its anchor from retreat, Revealing sights of the like That opens the lungs. An image serene, that beauty becomes existence. I had dropped an eye into the weeping tomb Now, returned with a thousand unseen truths. This scope, upon which all light was born, This blessing, upon which my skin was warmed, This infinitely gentle and delicate sky That I had long looked for. Myself had withered and decayed To reignite a brighter flame. And as this new form, My mind was able to understand these sights. I lay still upon my back, My eyes awake with the possibility, My mouth gaped; Hope wrapped its arms, like a quilt; I was soothed enough. And as in a touch, I breathed.
Here we go men! Into the valiant fight! Where men become men and cowards flee our sight! Iron will clang and feet will race; As bullets are thrown at a frightening pace! Men will be thrown and cries will be heard – As we fly our way through the smoke like a bird. But in the end we shall acquire our victory; And together we'll go down in the great epic of history!
Love you Me too Pass me another red...
A marriage made of gold, That's what you two share. Something precious to behold, Uniting together the perfect pair. Marriage is a sacred vow, Promising one another eternity. Not just "throwing in the towel" At the first sign of any uncertainty. Couples just don't stay together anymore, Causing half of all marriages to end. It seems easier to walk out the door Than to try and make ammends. Such hard work and dedication, Keeping this commitment for life. There can be no hesitation, Giving their all, both husband and wife. This is all a marriage should be And so much more. In yours, that's what I see From the outside to the very core. It's obvious to all around That your love still burns strong. So lucky to have found Such happiness with whom you belong. So, as you celebrate this day, Fifteen years together as one, I know for a fact that I can say, "That they'll be more to come"! (1/1/99)
You abide in the light I'll miss you…when you venture off at night Don't forget me… Don't discard me… Don't leave me… Forgive me for drifting away from you… Please forgive me… Please don't ignore me… Hear my pleas…don't turn the other direction… Run with me…into heaven's light I've given you my soul… I've shared with you my melody I've fed you until you were full… I've healed you when you were under the weather… I've tried to bring us back together You hang on the rope of hope I'll rely on you…I'll cling to you… You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss Don't reject me… Don't depart from me… Don't release me… Respect me for who I've become Please respect me… Honor my presence Protect me from any sort of harm Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? I've been driven away by my affliction I've set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land Have you forgotten my affection? I've tried to empathize what you're going through – I've gave you a helping hand Don't you understand? Will you ever understand? You abide in the light I'll miss you…when you depart from my heart Don't forget me… Don't discard me… Don't mourn for me… Forgive me for wishing for your absence… Please forgive me… Please don't give up on me… Hear my side of the story… don't turn the other direction… I'm still training for perfection Run with me…until we arrive at home Hold my hand and we'll take divine flight I've cherished you for so long I've lead you to my home town – Do you remember where you and I belong? I've given you my trust… I've shared with you my dreams You're an apple to my eye You were my angel of grace, promising concord – Bestowing blessings upon me Your vitality never wears off… You were my lamp – Glowing with serenity and elation Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease I'll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night I knew that that was love at first sight The moment you stepped foot into the light
Twenty four seven AMONG THESE ARE Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness Who are the blind twenty four seven None so blind as those who will not see As long as it takes over my dead body grace for grace peace for peace Who are the deaf twenty four seven None so deaf as those who refuse to hear As long as it takes over my dead body grace for grace peace for peace Twenty four seven we the people by the people, for the people As long as it takes over my dead body grace for grace peace for peace Twenty four seven Jesus says, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto me of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me As long as it takes over my dead body grace for grace peace for peace He went to the enemy and camped twenty four seven For nearly ten years he stayed night after night of sleeping on the pavement, in all weathers and with little protection. As long as it takes over my dead body grace for grace peace for peace dreamed that world had all agreed to put an end to war Brain said something what did you say
Somehow I find myself in this state A feeling, a moment I sincerely appreciate But when it comes to self-expression I am lost—falling in a sick depression I cannot express myself the way I want These thoughts they grind, they tear—they haunt. . . If I could tell you how I feel It still…wouldn't feel real
I am a lost person, but I am not alone. I make choices in my life and I choose to let go. I need a change of space, and my lyrical notes, The beauty and the face should fade, but more I want to grow. The nobility in life is sad, when madness is a nuisance and insanity a fad. I have some regrets, some I can't forget, but If I can't forgive myself, then who will forgive my sins? I'll give it my all, and pray I win. I'll keep my heart locked and throw away the key, never let anyone inside, so I can remain free. Can I question a higher power, or would I be dead, The scum of the earth, creating poetry that is read, by the mindless masses, blaming the heart to death, I hope this will heal me, burning the past, The beauty in the innocence, never really lasts. I have a feeling tonight will open my eyes, and guide me too the light instead of lies. I'm praying to god that you are how I think you are, because I need compassion, not just a broken heart. I don't know why I like you, but you seem to close to part. Please don't leave me here, surrounded in the dark.
In the loneliness of darkness In the backlash of cruel words My mind seeks your comfort As the pages in the fire curl Ink bleeds sharply Into my paper skin Lines of your etchings and your poems Embedded deep within From my lips seep a whisper In my dreams I call your name Tears of my rain Drip down your window pane Shattered mirrors reflect your eyes Like a window through time The first day you swore you loved me The day you got tangled in your lies Still in this frozen moment I remember a song we once sang Our lips met in softness Becoming morphine to our pain Our lullaby I softly sing Listening to the mirage of a piano Now like silk I lay draped My heart taking comfort In the memories that we made
Please Come Lord Jesus, And Hear My Voice! Please come Lord Jesus, and listen to my voice! In all I do or say, may you be my first choice! Please come dear Jesus, and listen to my cry! Give me your living water, that can satisfy! Please come dear Jesus, and renew my mind! You're so patient, loving and very kind! Please come dear Jesus, and renew my spirit! Your words of life… May I daily live it! Please come dear Jesus, I need you this hour! I need your strength, and your power! Thank you my Lord, my savior and friend!! And thanks for answering me… Once again! By Jim Pemberton 08/01/13
Things dont always go your way The undeserved thrash you in the race You have to graciously accept your defeat And hide your emotions and dreams of what could be But it doesn't always have to be like that You can fight your fate and no need to hide your wrath Sometimes things just don't work your way What you want is not what you get And for that there is nothing you can do or say Life is never an easy path to walk upon The trodden and untrodden, which to choose is a risky task Rewards are hard to get and obstacles are plenty And the workload to achieve something is hefty You might get beaten down and stumble on your way But never give up on hope and raise yourself Dust off the dirt and shine above all Show everyone what you deserve and who you are You will be rewarded with what you deserve Just never lose hope and never stop
Dedicated to a dear friend. You needed me and I needed you, but we were never ours to lose. * * * * * * I never felt complete. I knew something was missing, a part of me. Now I know it was the other halves of my heart and soul, My love, my kindred spirit. I never knew how to feel full. Was never fully happy – not with missing pieces. Can anyone have three halves? I do. Myself and two others. First… my lover, my home, my best friend. Who stood by me through mistakes and poor decisions. Who has been nothing but loyal and true. So what am I to do? Once you build the foundation you can't move the castle. Then… my kindred spirit, my freedom, my bliss. Who within moments defeated my demons and set me free. Who has taught me trust like no other ever could. So what am I to do? We still have that castle on a cloud. But we don't live on a cloud. I feel the earth between my toes. One other half of my soul lives in a body who is, never was, and never will be mine. That's right, I said 'never'. 'Never say never'. Why hold on to this hope? We are such fools. Always have been. Fools for our other halves. One 'other half' will forever be chained to anybody but me. The other 'other half' is, was and always will be mine. My heart is for both, in different ways. Now I am as full as I can be. I have found my halves. Being happy is not having what you want, But having what you need, And wanting what you have. I am happy... We asked: 'how can one live in black and white after seeing in colour?' I have an answer: 'because we know what colour looks like...' We know what to look for, how it feels, How to see it through the black and white – even turn it into colour. Remember? How to see. For some, their other halves are in one body – Filling both the heart and the soul, But not for me. I have three halves. I never knew where my pieces were. Then I found one. Then the other found me. Only one can fit my puzzle – yes, halves can only be two. But why be sad about bliss? I am happy… Because I no longer wonder about my pieces. May not be mine, but they are both safe. I am happy…
Can it be real or am I just fooling myself? To believe that your love for me Has not been put on a shelf Packed away and discarded Like an old photo or toy, Your pure and unconditional love Like when you were a boy. Innocent and sweet You held me in your heart, But now the years and life's challenges Have torn us apart You have chosen a path That is rocky and tough, And my guidance and attempts to divert you Have not been enough. You ran from youth fast, Confused and unsure, Towards the deceitful blinding light Of adulthoods allure. As I stand here and watch you stumble, Like when you took your first steps, But now unable to help or reach out to you, Now that you've fallen into the depts But my hand will always be within reach for you, And my heart open wide, To take hold of either If you should ever decide I wish you only happiness And pray you will find, All the things you'll need in your life To replace what you've left behind. I will say goodbye to you, But only for now, Because I know you will find your way back to me, Someday or somehow
It's not a cult: It's a Savior saving my life. It's a Savior saving your life. It's our Savior saving our lives. It's not too late. It's never too late!
Gift They vowed to be together till death, Oh, that day was such a holy gift! Both freely gave their selves to each other; And received the gift of one another, Hearts full of dreams they sailed the rough seas; Their love they knew would bring them still peace; Strong winds blew, rains fell, and thunders struck With their pure love they never got stuck; The changing weather continued to unfold; A western wind zephyr blew the couples cold; They found themselves no longer intertwined; And sprung from each, passions of their own mind; They danced to different tunes and speckled inspiration; It seemed to be a dance of good synchronization; And when they danced to the same melody; They found themselves not in good harmony; For they have valued their song of individuality; Much that they can no longer delight in their affinity; Their passion for each other quietly waned; Like a dead leaf silently blown by the wind; They sat together in utter sadness; And asked why and where they have gone amiss; They looked into each other's sad eyes - Is it an ember emitting lights? They whispered sincerely to the flickering glow; Bright it became; and slowly it burned their deep woe, They found their true gifts and gifted each other; A warm encounter they thought was a bother; The music of their bodies sang melodiously; Without any word they expressed so delightfully; "Forgive me", as they exchanged glances "Forgive me, too", as they held their hands Grateful lyrics of "thank you" echoes; As they exchanged an impassioned kiss; "Let us stay together and grow in love" Reverberated as their hands tight-clasped; This holy gift worth more than earth's gold - God, they will never again withhold. 2.12.15
Thank you Lord, for helping me to see… I need much more of you and less of me! Thank you lord, for helping me to understand... You are faithful! And won't let go of my hand! Thank you lord, for being close by my side! You're with me! And pushed my enemies aside! Thank you Lord, for being there to help me! It's all because of how much you love me! Thank you lord, for answering my prayer! You're someone who always listens and cares! Thank you Lord, for your many blessings! Your gift of love, I don't want to be missing! Thank you lord, for what you're going to do! I want everyone to know, how I appreciate you! Thank you lord, for eternal life you've given! My sins are gone! I've been forgiven! With YOU in my life, what more can I say? You've given me hope and brightened my day! By Jim Pemberton
I love you so much more than the sun in the sky Love you so much girl, and just can't tell exactly why To confess my love, to you, is all I wish to say Tell you outright, at the break of each new day Our worlds seem to align And it's not by design I want you in my arms forever, to be mine Oh love, just give me a sign I've had none before, and well, you've had nine But with this I am fine To the shores of forever, with you, I will find If you just give me some Signs Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for Please pretty girl, won't you open the door? Leave me crying on the floor Leave me girl, wanting so much more How can lonely hearts mend? Find others for their love to send All across the sands of these times Show me the way, give me some Signs You could turn a whole life's world around Without the utterance of a sound You could halt his childish whines If you just gave this poor boy some Signs Signs, from you and above, oh how I'm praying for Please pretty girl, won't you open the door? Leave me crying on the floor Leave me girl, wanting so much more Yet here I am, sitting alone and broken No words to you have been spoken Why am I so shy? Where did the days go? Oh how they fly and Oh how you glow Nothing left to do now, but wait for new Signs
Mother Haiku Fresh rain charms nature Dew green leaves, squeeze, wet mother Turns, hugs the day clean
What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!
Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today With new dress and suit, flowers, and hair fixed just right The dreams, plans, and labors of our lives would unite My brother and his gal stood beside us on the spot To give witness to the world that we tied the knot We stood nervous before the preacher at his home Promised to cling to each other; never to roam Said "I do" to the questions; gave the preacher his pay Man and wife; fifty-seven years ago today.
Within my life much, if not most of my time been spent and as time makes no delay I make haste for where my joy went. I look back, so not forgotten all the things that shaped me so, try to make most of the present but the future its fruits to show. I guess I could complain but then who's ascribed the blame? surely I had to decide where to go from where I came. I've not always done whats best but refute any regret, looking forward to what may cross my path and still be met. Many questions still to be, many answer's still unsought but in all uncertainty, only hope my eye has caught. Since I am not the worst off nor even close to best, I am not closest to failing and much further can I press. seeking way to better me and to live my life in truth I now put my trust in God who has known me b'fore youth.
I wish we could sit in a soft field of flowers and bask in the sun on our faces-I'd do it alone and think of you and what you would say in the inspiritational message- the sharing in the simplicity, in the humaness of the moment-in the sheer joy to be in a warm place---safe for a moment. I can set up the scene, the characters, the dialogue, We will not live forever, Lost time in a debit, account held against small core savings. In the end will it be "enough" that we--I -tried? Will there be credit for the tenacity? Or are we selling finely carved and cheap plastic security?
Against the indigo velvet skies The sweetly scented nightly breeze Sends leaves falling, rustling Allowing moonlight thru the trees Through curtains softly billowing The moonlight steals its furtive glance Flirting with silky ebony shadows Performing their nightly ritual dance On the other side of the wind Whispers softly echo in her mind Beckoning her… To listen to their voice Telling her his love she'll surely find The wind chimes in spiral curves A moment that's timeless stirs her soul To a crystalline awakening in her heart Welcoming imbuing intrusions to console In quiet moments she breathes him in His hand in hers, feelings linger A graceful dance to walk a path Feeling his touch upon her fingers A trail of tears tinged with sighs Thoughts of him entrench the dark A restless soul needing warmth In quiet moments he invades her heart Will she find him once again… On the other side of the wind?
All I know...is what I know...all I do...is all i do....and All i know I never meant to hurt you........every time I think I'm starting to get it right....i do something stupid..then we fight....but baby I want you to know that...I'm true so true to you It always feels like the first time every time I wish we could rewind ..all the good times....and erase all the bad lines...and just be kind I want you to know that I didn't mean it when I said I don't ever want you to come back....as a matter of fact.....i wish I would've never taken that track and so wish I could take that back All I know is what I know....all I do ....is what I do...and I know I never meant to hurt you......every time I think I'm starting to get it right......i o Say something stupid...then we fight...but baby I want you to know that I'm true so true to you............. I've been thinking....and far as I can tell... I've been sinking deeper and deeper Kinda like a personal hell All these feelings and emotions... Have got me feeling like a avalanche in motion Like a runaway freight train....my love for you seems to have no bounds....i just need that sign ....a sign telling me that your mine I don't know why things always get strained ....you would think by now I'd already be trained
I have taken so far a long walk, I have listened and let them talk. They think it is simple as scattering a flock Or like eating food with a folk. Yet! They forget this is a marathon, It's not a Bolt's kind of champion. It's keeping going on, and on and on Letting the critics and so pundits into confabulation. Desire keeps me going, Vision keeps me dreaming, Hope keeps me toiling, Faith keeps me not whining. I will not grumble, I will not bellow, Yahweh is taking the lead, I will reach the Promised Land. Edson Mwebesa (2013)
Fireworks slide down the back of my tongue Some went north to imitate stars, knowing all to well they wouldn't even make it to the stratosphere A fire can't breathe with no air Ask that man in the alley why he has to shoot black skies into his veins to see them. You probably have more in common than you might think. Satellite transmissions making waves like the oceans they cover Healthy food is expensive, while poison is damn near free! There is a storm coming Grab your blankets and I will tell you how it ends with a new beginning.
David and Goliath Goliath challenged Israel, and brought disgrace. He asked if any man would meet him... Face to face! The men of Israel were scared. Not this brave! If they lost… They'd be the Philistine's slave! King Saul asked if anyone would challenge this man! David accepted. Knowing this was God's land! With a small stone, that he chose from a river bed He faced Goliath. God put the stone into his head. Down came the giant! He took a big fall! He wasn't so great and mighty, after all! Is there a giant in you life? That's causing you problems? Why not come to Jesus! And let him solve them! Whatever your "giant' might be! With God's help… You can have the victory! Whatever "giant" there is… All must bow at Jesus' name! Won't you stand up! God's message, do proclaim! The enemy's already defeated! Victory is here! As God is lifted up! Your enemies will disappear! By Jim Pemberton
As soon as they come; they leave As soon as I open my eyes; they vanish The Ghosts of my past fight the angels of my future Or so I see it Faith they said, had grown week So much so that even Ten shots of elixir felt meek Or so I believed Time claimed alchemy I simply bowed to whoever showed, The power to prove wrong in me It was a long voyage Horizon seemed like an eternity The alchemist continued to row And I continued to bow 'Look up' he said So I did, and so I saw it My cheeks felt warm The breeze felt soft As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw his work Indeed! He spoke of the truth Watching the bright golden truth, I stood Making its way from up above into my room Drinking the elixir, I smiled Watching me, he took pride Twisted are your ways, I said 'Make me proud' said he and left.
Walking down the hallway, Seeing all the doorways, And all the choices in life, Making it difficult to choose, The right room from the rest, Bringing you the wisdom and truth, For the imperfection that's within us all, Which makes us crawl at times, On our knees and our hands, To discover what is right and survive, In life as long as we can and accept, What life brings us all in our hearts, Which we patiently accept as pleasures, And sacrifices as pains much in our lives, To correct our flaws, Which causes our struggles, Till we can open our eyes, And see what we have and believe, That our life is greater than we ever know, Cause God created it for us all, But our choices are ours to make, To find the happiness which is, Ours to be kept. By: John J. Hembree
How often have you told your wife you love her? Only to be caught in the arms of "another…" The vows that were made... The promises given. God gives a chance for you to be forgiven! A husband and wife are sanctioned by our Lord… But often end up in anger, bitterness and discord. Jesus can mend the hurt and remove the pain. And bring a healing to any guilt or shame. He loves you with a Godly jealousy that is evident. Into your heart and life… He longs to be a resident. Won't you allow his power to bring a restoration? Before your family is heading toward a separation? Let his words of hope and love be the glue. And bring a new meaning to the words; "I LOVE YOU!" May you be "caught up" in your heavenly father's embrace. And allow his love to put a smile on your face! What God has joined as one. He can keep together. Won't you allow him to bless your marriage forever? By Jim Pemberton
As I stick my head out of my chilly cabin covers, and realize winter is still here. my thoughts of a garden, and the promise of a pardon, all but disappear. I tuck my head back into, the comfort of the warmth, my body has created. I drift away to the summer days, just before, you and I had parted. The leaky roof gives the pan a tune, now stuck in my dreamland mind. When you taught me the two-step, in the middle of the room, and the children all laughed, till they cried. The nights by the camp-fire, telling stories and lies, with the family and friends alike. There was always a fish, that just got away, and the stories always grew in size. I awake to the reality, that I'm all alone, you are not here, and the children are all grown. all that's left inside, are memories and miles, wasted on weary old bones. I have an appointment today, one you know I'll keep. It's a bit cold out, and the snow is kind of deep. But I'll make it just the same, as I always do, when ever I come to visit you. Third row down, second on the left. My heart always drops, when I think of it. I know I always say it won't be long, till we're back together, in each others arms. You always say, this old ticker is strong, even though it feels weak, as life goes on. You know I hate good-byes, but I guess I have to go. I just find it hard to say, to an old piece of stone.
Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory The eyes are all the wonder of the world It sees the future, past, and present The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature The wonder of each individual being has a present To the world who has lots of false images To arise the moment of that one glance To follow the heart in romance Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue What a man and a woman should view Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side When that moment collides with mind and heart Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry The luster of all the things to come A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings And it should become revealing Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone Such looks with fear for no relief Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature Beware of what can happen when emotions are held Held to the core of an individual No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes Calling in your soul by just looking With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear The grasp of the titans comes to reveal The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop It pushes and pushes with no regret The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire Cannot be trusted in a human lier The beauty of man is destruction The beauty of women are commands The eyes of each does not matter in the sea Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true Command of a person is just one thing The desire to destroy is another The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all Even the utmost desire To be continue.
In ancient times, inside a treasure was a ring It was known us the master ring or the ruling king It was made of the finest pure gold When worn it became an extension of one's soul It was made to control one's thoughts and intentions It was built to master one's deeds and discretions The ring always satisfies a wish It must be a wise wish, not selfish Once the ring is out of one's possession One becomes vulnerable to demonic suppression Used selfishly it pressed painfully upon the finger Worn frequently one becomes a spiritual figure Our conscience is just like the master ring It drives us to respond to our king It directs and regulates our emotion It is the key to a dynamic devotion When we do act selfishly it presses against our soul To listen to our conscience should be our ultimate goal When we do right it gives peace within our hearts When we obey it convicts and imparts Now the purpose of the commandments is love from a pure heart, from a good conscience, and from a sincere faith- 1Timothy 1:5
There were three Hebrew men with one desire. They served the true God! And were cast into the fire! King Nebuchadnezzar ordered them to bow to a false idol. But they made up their minds to serve the God of the Bible! He ordered them thrown into the furnace so hot! But there was a lesson here, that was to be taught! As he looked in… He couldn't believe what he saw! He had seen the living son of God, after all! At this sight, his words broke and his body trembled! The Hebrews were unharmed! No matter how hot the fire was kindled! He called them out, yelling for them one by one. He knew they had a visit from God's holy son! He looked! And their bodies weren't even burned! They trusted their God! And had no reason for concern! This same God who rescued the three Hebrew men… Is the same God who can rescue you from sin! Though the "fires of life, may be "hot and burning." It's in the direction of God… That you need to be turning! The living son of God would like to visit you today! Won't you listen to the words of life, he has to say? He is the true God! The king of kings is he! And invites you to be with him! For all eternity! By Jim Pemberton
God has other things for me to do; He has other plans. I need to listen to Him; He is the One. God's Will be done, Not ours.
Die love thy looks She isn't a pretty face inside a reckless tent She isn't a princess dice, only you could flip once With a voice of an angel all men are angles Drawn by the scent of her perfume ''I PREDICT' she is a poison to their feet's Oh daughter of mine Let not these scumbags fill their bags With a taste of your descent kiss 0r a word of your passionate mind You worth more than just gold and diamond ''listen to your voice'' ''Listen to your light Don't let it die young like that There is a prince just for you my niece He will cross by in time He will love you not for looks He will find you inside your books Die love to those men, who don't have shame Thy looks are not yours to stare at A good man will come her way someday Die love to those grumpy fools, who forsake their wives For just a look.... look aside she's just a child Not even your size Oh! How wicked you men have turned! Oh! How swallow you have fallen Find yourself before you die in this shameful dirt Where you stand.... ''Die love, thy looks! End
Sail, oh ship across the seas Spread all hails and reveries May your crafted frame drift as waters expand Not one plank of wood proclaimed on land Tales of brackish courage shall be told Excited male minds in search of gold To the New World soon to be in view Of land untouched beyond the great old blue 4-7-13
There is not enough time In this day I fear to tell Of my hearts most secret Feelings Yet I shall try before the Darkness arrives and the Last moments of this day It will be stealing For as I look upwardly Upon the sea of stars Floating above my head I dream of how it might be If I was lost in the deep Darkness of night alone And the glow of your smile I could no longer see I think of the rain falling Nourishing the deep parts of My soul as I taste of its Refreshing kiss And I wonder what it might Be truly like in my life If I could no longer feel Your hearts embracing bliss Realizing there will never be Enough moments in my day to Let you know how much your Love means to me For truly it would take a Lifetime and more to view The genuine love many will Never embrace and see.
Our first kiss wasn't a designer kiss It was our signature moment To blossom in the moonlight Did we got it right Oh! yes we did It was the talk of the night as the crickets hum a beautiful tone lots to precieve with young minds The air felt sticky And lovers were icky It was a lovely year 1989
to protect the innocent and only deal in facts if Joe Friday were around today who would be the innocent? times change.....
There's a battle within myself between who I was, and what I aspire to be, I'm lost in the echoes of my soul, darkness surrounding me, how will I ever be free? Sometimes, I'm scared to keep searching, I'm afraid of what I'll find, My memories of heartache and past mistakes still etched within my mind This battle within myself weighs upon my heart, I'm searching for a new beginning but where do I even start? Do I start with the pain that haunts me like a ghost? Forgiving others for what they have done, pain inflicted from the ones I care about the most, My mind is willing but my heart isn't ready, Take a deep breathe and keep your thoughts steady Trying to defeat the things eating me alive inside, I need to admit that I'm broken and let go of my foolish pride, How do you move on from memories holding you back? They flood me like a song on a broken record track, Why am I blind to the light I'm searching for? I feel so lost as my tears start to pour There's a battle within myself remembering the good things I've done, Pushing away the clouds and embracing the sun, Cherishing the blessings bestowed upon my life, Letting go of bitterness, anger, hurt, and strife, I look into the eyes of my children and see the innocence within their heart, Finding my clarity and I realize where I start There's a battle within myself that I'm winning today, My path becomes clearer as I make a new way, Is it ever going to be easy? No I'm afraid that it's not, Is that an excuse to give in and stop?
How many have you One, a dozen or a few Take a minute Breathe awhile Think now Pause, Halt, Stop I will ask you the question once again Friends, how many have you. You see that seven-letter word has a lot of meaning Friend F- Fantastic R- Rare I- Irreplaceable E- Encourage able N- Noble D- Devoted Once again, Friends How many have you Friends are like treasures that are buried among the dust Hard to find special, unique, rare, precious and priceless Their presence bring laughter, joy and warmth So once again, friends how many have you.
Things just happen in life that you cant help, You wonder why,.. you go through hell... and back. Cuz your karma, your life is all outta wack and you need to get it, back on track... yeah.. you cant do it right, but you've got to fight, you've gotta find it in yourself. Gotta make it happen, no excuses and, do it on your own, the best you can. Do the best you can to make it through, Oh and do what ya need to do. If you want it to happen you need to try, you need to try with All your might. Take the bull by his horns, and do it some more. You got this, you CAN do it right, so take charge of your life tonight. Do the best you can to make it through, Oh and do what ya need to do. If you want it to happen you need to try, you need to try with All your might. Take the bull by his horns, and do it some more. You got this, you CAN do it right, so take charge of your life tonight. Take charge of your life Tonight!
How I fought to justify myself, my actions and my words trying to prove that I had reason to seek vengeance for my hurt. I felt owed for what was taken, I felt wronged, broken, forsaken I seemed forgotten in the course of life a castaway in slow decay no certain trail, no destination going wherever,coming what may. My battles only wearied me, scarred my bruised and battered bones, like victim and offender divided the war within the enemy I had to learn to let down my gaurd to fight the fear that froze my heart, not to bury myself holding on to everything that did me me wrong. To uncover forgiveness and leave behind, to take not what I would not give, and everyday to keep in mind our struggles teach us how to live. .
I return to birth place which I left in times of pain I can smell the scents of soil stuck in roots so deep All looks new to my vivid eyes trapped in the past Today I shall see my carrier who is still standing She is so fragile now but can cover long walks I return with nothing on my hands not even a stain of dirt My hands are so clean and soft that you can wipe your tongue I am returning from where labour is only endure by the mind Mama I too wanted to come with something like my peers But I return with nothing on my hands for now The pain that I left you with still linger my empty dreams Thou I am unlike the others what I bring to you is love What I have is crafted in my mind and encrypt with codes But I have the key to open everything now What I will open will change everything that seems blur Today I return exhausted with guilt of not fulfilling your expectations But I am glad that this world has kept space for both of us
iPoem I Beep Ding Ring Vibrate… The sounds of our generation Everything plugged in What's old is of the past No longer useful ipod imessage iphone ipad…. Our new way of communication Face to face is no longer relevant Unless it's FaceTime Have this, get that, you NEED this But do we really? Whatever happened to going outside? What happened to genuine relationships? Where did our imagination go? Let's take the "i" out of everything And turn it into "us" Turn it into "we" But not like Nintendo II Live it up No regrets YOLO… The sayings of our generation Sorry to break it to you But the real world isn't like "The Real World" Stop trying to make "The Real World" your real world And live in the real world Life isn't like a reality show You're not a Kardashian Who's your Kanye? "Don't be the B in apartment 23 You're better than that We're all better than that" Don't live like you're on the Shore Snooki The Situation J-Wow Pauly D… The role models of our generation Is this all we are? There are so many role models out there We just need to find the right ones They're out there All we need to do is make an effort to find them They're not far away Just look a little closer for what really matters III Twilight Vampires and Werewolves Nicholas Sparks Friends With Benefits… The love stories of our generation Love is greater than all of these stories We need to rediscover what love truly is We must understand that we don't "love" ice cream We like ice cream We love our family We love our friends We love God Learn to love not with words But with action and in truth Love is the greatest gift we have received Let's start treating it that way Unlike "things" of this world Love will remain Love is eternal IV But we have true potential Both a blessing and a curse It brings pressure But can also lead to greatness We have opportunities nobody else has ever had We can join together We can use technology to make the world a better place Not just to play Call of Duty The cards are in our hands We just need to lay them on the table We are the minds The voices The artists The writers The fighters… Of the 21st century We have greatness at our fingertips All we have to do is get off the couch
EVE Never say "I don't love you" When you just mean give me space Because it hurts me so much Like a dagger in my heart Never Say ""I don't care" When you just mean you hate it Because I need to know, Promise I'll never do it again Never say I Miss you When you are far The fact is I want to be exactly where you are Never say "Come here" When you just mean, prove my love Because if I fail, I can't blame distance Men are comprises of peculiar elements Our mind is the abode for knowledge That holds the truth and the lies Our mind is the residence of our will and desire We don't like to be fool Because we don't play with feelings We fall in love but hate to be dictated We have our own plans and tactics And we don't stop until we reach success We don't lie when We hide ourselves beyond what you see Or discloses the antecedents of our past relationships We just hate remembering heartaches Cause we are also the casualty of failures We maybe objective And could become ruthless But touch us once and we will gradually melts You can name our nature Beastly Brutal Evil and Divine You can call us everything that you wanted But I tell you honey That the realms of our nature Is tamed with your passion That behind our glory is your love That the truth of our being Is your existence That the vows that you committed Is the life that we long to live…
A child I am, a child of love Seeking my universal home Seeking the creator of my being Building my faith and courage Love, my foundation My spirit, navigating me To where I originate from
What will be Will be! I know of this, first hand Your life was taken away So abruptly! I will Never forget That day! Till the day My body dies And I am with you, again! "How was I to prepare myself?" With That kind of Life changing, event! You Didn't warn me You Were permanently leaving! I hope You know How much "I love you" Know You will never be forgotten! I don't know What Has got into me! Consciously I feel you Inside me I see images Of your face So clearly! Am I crazy To believe in this, my love? "Are you still with me?" "Is my imagination Playing cruel tricks Running rampant As I talk with you As if You were by my side, right now In my heart and mind Your face etched Imprinted Like a blue print That never fades Your foot prints Still remain, beside me My heart beats Eternally Trying to make sense of everything! Forgive me, my love For being so strong in my feeling For it has been a long time Since I lost you, my friend Something I haven't Quite Got over! My heart Having A mind of its own Aching To be with you, still! To see you To smell you To touch you To taste you One Last time! I want to say "Goodbye" Once and for all! As We have Brought out The best and worst In each other Rivers run deep When it comes to you and me! We have had our fair share of fights and arguments Stubborn disagreements All of them Meaningless Now You cease to exist! I miss your lingering touches Your hand, stroking my face Your big, blue eyes Looking into mine Your warm lips Your rough, unshaven face The way you Passionately Kiss me While We make love, till dawn I miss All those nights You kept me Safe and warm! I miss Your Loving embrace I miss Your Reassurance! "Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?" Just As I felt In your arms, my love? How Do I let you go? How Do I set myself, free? I am ready To love, again! With 'Our eternal love' Supporting And Guiding me Especially In times, like these!
words were meant to be heard without a beat Not knockn those sitting in the seat it seems some lost there ability to see My letters reflect me I have no studio to rent But that doesnt stop my message from getting sent What happened to the stories The awareness of real world worries Are we concerned with the wrong thang How about us who jus wanna sang If it's not about "what i got", or smoke My ears bleeding,body stuck, my soul choked it's a message to what i wrote Who decides if i'm artistic This is my inbox to music
STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander Far from the commoner way; Old-time trills and falls by the hill-side still do I ponder, as my strides coursing through the streaming waters, Dreaming to-morrow to-day. Come here, come, revive me, Sun-God, teach me, Apollo, Measures descanted before; Since in timeless verses, I must follow, Prints in the marbles of ancient folk-lore. Still strange, strange, they sound in old-young raiment invested, Songs for the brain to forget - Young song-birds elate to grave old temples be-nested Piping and chirruping yet. Thoughts? No thought has yet unskilled attempted to flutter Trammeled so vilely in verse; Even if its for a while, He who writes but aims at fame and his bread and his butter, Won with a groan and a curse. Of course, We still love to rhyme..
How she loves so deeply. Sadden from too many losses. Loss of her husband, brother-in-law, father-in-law, biological family, homeland, etc… Her dramatic point was her love for Boaz. However, Ruth was obligated to someone else. A kinsman had first priority. He was closer to Ruth then Boaz was. He has the right of the kinsman-redeemer. Boaz informed Ruth that there was someone closer than he was. He went to the gate of the City of Bethlehem. He sat there with esteem and honor. At the gate, he approached the closer kin. He said to him, "Come aside, friend, sit down here." Ruth was not present. Mr. So-and-So, name not given, sat and declined to redeem his obligations to Ruth. Just punishment was upon him. No lack of honor was involved. Boaz became honorable. Ruth became his wife. The marriage of Ruth was done in truth. All is well in Israel. ___________________________________/ Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst Contest Name: Ruth Entry Date: March 11, 2013 ~Please read About This Poem~
A poet lives to read and write, Pen and paper, up all night. Put the words onto a page, Paint a picture, fix a stage. Diction, rhymes, analogy, Content-full, intent-free. Active mind for two-fold plots Until ideas fit in their slots. Words, they have their connotation: Dark and fear, doves and salvation. Poets look past what meets the eye, They make you laugh, they make you cry. You should feel the tightness of the rope, Not merely read it's used to choke. They answer "why," instead of "what," Through scribbled notes and red markups. A poet's work, well-written should Transport you to the quiet woods. The trees, they're not just merely green. They sway to songs that the birds sing. A poem should be a favorite dish, A meal that you will hope and wish To have just moments before you die, Full-flavored and meant to satisfy.
I know I haven't written anything lately. I feel like I have sorta had to cut out poetry in my life for a awhile. Just so I can focus on school, like studying and trying to do my best. Then try to be a nice person to everyone in general. It's difficult. I feel like If i were to ever mess up. In high school that everyone would poke fun at me. I don't like high school very much, I feel like everybody is watching my every move. It's like walking on thin ice you don't want to fall in. I haven't really fit-in with the school yet. I'm still known as unknown but oh well I guess. I just think its to late to make friends since it is my junior year already. I feel bad because I don't know anybody in my class. I hope to graduate. I mean I cried so hard because I didn't pass my ogts and i get other chances to re-take them. It's just If i don't pass them soon I can't graduate. Thanks Ohio. :/ I feel so stressed out about everything...life is sorta unfair but at least I don't have to worry about dying during the night like some countries do.
April Admitting that I don't Still care even though it's not fair to be without everything that made me exactly what it was to feel what it was to be real and now I don't care anymore Like the hands on a clock change Arms roll loose and free Never knowing what to grab Or to even believe in me To catch a fall from a distance Even though it's right next to me You still can't believe I'd be there for every instance Rollin like eyes on a face too bad the smile's fake showing mistakes never seeing through to the truth but the words can't lie when it makes the features turn, to a painful time Cause the thought remains Of how it's never the same How I changed my ways In these turbulent days I can't face now what's in store Cause there's always gonna be that much more Waiting, and hiding, Behind every curve Like the moonlight Sitting on the edge of your nerves Shattering hopes and dreams Misleading And revealing what's not anymore When the light shines green its just to deceive Even though it's against Everything you've seen It's dark Inside the heart Filled with stains from yesterday's rain Leaving what's left in the distance And never feeling what's real anymore Try to look past the stage, of the rage Knowing full well that In this world we dig our own graves Take me, I can not fight myself Stretching, a life's worth is just too much Saddening, to run from my old self Causing, a stigma in my eyes You hear a chime Lost in age, A match to a time Before May When everything was safe Take everything with a grain of salt cause In the end it's no one's fault Like assault On a memory fading in the wind No matter what it's still a sin Just roll with the punches kid It'll all turn round in the end
I need some time to reflect To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink Into my sea of thoughts and paradise... I'm on a mission... To discover a previous prize Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies If I could, I could invite you inside my mind... If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties If I could, I could find You treasure... Beyond measure This feeling has no name...it has no specific label... This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable Of saving myself and you of course... Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force To answer me immediately...but I want the answer... Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence... Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... Hey x3 You clothe me up... What's up with you today? I'm naked and ashamed Turn the other way... 'Cause today is not the only day I feel so damn afraid... But hey x3 You make me feel whole How was your day? Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife From your stressful, fast-pace life
SLOW HEROES by JOHN M. ARRIBAS A GUT WRENCHING SIGHT I WITNESSED THIS MORN A TRAGIC ENCOUNTER THAT LEFT ME FORLORN I SAW STUMBLING WRECKS OF WHAT WAS STRONG BENT OVER AND LAME NOT MUCH TIME TO PROLONG THEY ARE SENIORS THAT ONCE WERE YOUNG THERE BODIES AND MINDS BECOMING UNDONE ALL AT THE MERCY OF CHANGING DAYS SLOW TO REACT IN SO MANY WAYS TIME MOVES FAST AND THEY MOVE SLOW MOST MARKING TIME WITH NO PLACE TO GO THESE ARE THE FOLKS WHO IN PREVIOUS DAYS SHOULDERED THE WEAPONS, MADE INCREDIBLE PLAYS ITS HARD TO ACCEPT ITS JUST HISTORY NOW SHE WAS A RIVETER, HE HONORED HIS VOW HE PILOTED A FORTRESS OVER ENEMY SKIES SHE SANG AND DANCED FOR A THOUSAND GIs HIS FINGERS FROZE AT PLACE CALLED CHOSIN SHE TENDED HIS WOUNDS WITH A HEALING GRIN HE SPENT A THOUSAND NIGHTS AS A GUEST OF HANOI SHE PACKED SUPPLIES FOR SEARCH AND DESTROY THESE ARE THE STALWARTS WE'RE ALL ABOUT THEY DID THEIR DUTY WITH A WINNING SHOUT THEY'RE NOW SUSPENDED IN THE TWILIGHT PHASE THEY KEEP ON SERVING TIL THE END OF THEIR DAYS IT'S A BLESSING TO COME FROM HEROES LIKE THESE THEY STILL SAY" THANK YOU" AND" EXCUSE ME PLEASE" TIMES HAVE CHANGED BUT THEY REMAIN LOYAL AND TRUE THEIR COURAGE AND FIDELITY MADE IT EASY FOR ME AND YOU SO HAVE PATIENCE FOR THESE SLOW WOMEN AND MEN CAUSE ITS AN HONOR TO BE IN THE COMPANY OF THEM
Began the smallest seed of inner self Germinating into nerveous butterflies Dancing then flowing into something else Courageous little cubs running a buttercup sunrise embrace a lion's mane rolling in the purple clover Even with stormy days of rain or lightning pain laughing again clean refreshed tingling all over well into our grayer years it freely passes the flowing reins growing even beyond the cold grave the essense of love Will forever reign a pure sweet devotional bouquet like an infinite wild fire of beautiful quickened flowers above Rising anew and overflowing into I love you forever and a day * * john beam 1/29/2014
Eve, my Luv wake up, lift your eyes unto the torch of my soul, place your hand on the chest of my goal, I've been sleeping anxious, with your beating heart within the craddle of my ribs, faithful for our Future, preparing for departure, such as Monarch butterflies anxious for their flight, like the ones that landed on your arms after we kissed, Father is aware of our unrest, but He remains unspoken, He hears you say, " Life that will bring us Death..." and thunder erupts, the breeze becomes wind, a blood storm ensues in my Dream, not as a nightmare of doom, but as a sign of life in full bloom, our essence you will harbor in a Woman's womb, Eve, the Daughter of Creation Itself, the Mother of Humanity's imagination, a Wife in my Manhood's wilderness, Yesterday I went to where the unicorns play, I told them stories about Love & Fate, from their tears I made marriage bands crystalized into the shape of Forever, From this shelter we shall not sneak out as rabbits from a burrow, we will approach the Gate, hand in hand, not as fugitives from fear, no, instead we will tell the Angel to let us pass, to let us walk into a dawn approaching fast as Free creatures bold at last - By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.
Pointless Power Pointless power Misguided use Your laughter follows My abuse I try And I cry I wish I could die But there's too much here For me to go My friends are here when my heart is low If it weren't for them then I don't know I try And I cry As I float to the ground I try to stand up But I always fall down Your sneers muffle All of my screams When I reach for the sky And you step on my dreams What do you want? Where can I turn? If you won't listen Then how will you learn You won't You won't even try If you try You will cry Yet I reach for the sky You pull me back down I am stuck on the ground Though I cried when I failed The triers prevail What do you want? From a stranger like me? You had no time to listen You never will see So now Neither do I I just reach for my dreams Way up high In the sky
Byzantine chapel You had to swim a few meters until the find, you had to cut right and into the rock is stuck the cave. I always felt like a small Byzantine dome that part. An ancient Christian church remaining to wait until the end of the times. I thought that I saw byzantine frescos painted in stone. Dride out faces looking at me silent and serious. Tied with humidity, clams and starfish And salt spilling on their hair and beards. People ready to make fires. Eyes like calcined charcoal with crabs tied In garment. Steady, hard and fair fathers, breaths sulfur. The light flowed from the top to the center with a thin gap. Algae and sea-urchins like spilt Censer without burning incense and green stones as offerings in the Sanctuaries left at random. The water reaches the middle and bottom well in solid sand. I was ashamed to come in the sanctuary of sanctuaries Alone because their quietness is heavy and their aim holy.
To write a poem of which make a person change is not so insignificant and strange Without those people things will always be the same then their would be the blaming game I write this poem to the Insignificant out their because they do not deserve the bad stare To write a poem of which make a person change is not so insignificant and strange Without those people we would not be guessing people would just plane stressing I do understand how feeling are because I do stare into the star To write a poem of which make a person change is not so insignificant and strange Without those people we could not be our selves people would just give up and leave things on shelves I do think people that is insignificant are life batter because everyone in life is not insignificant they all matter
Loyalty is the parlance journalist undergoes Brevity is the wit of his confessors Giant standing on the truth is his call Brilliant role is the course he is groomed to play He is not permitted to jail, at any cost Even, of his lives and property. Engineer of his pen are people Without them, he has no ink Though, he is tutored to the course But at many cost, they are is top They are the embryo in his tummy Without them, he cannot deliver They are the meaning to his cheery and provocative beats. For the truth, sounds of his lips For the truth, shakes of his hands And for the truth, moves of his body Lies the embodiments he dare not play with.
There she is the false image standing quietly She is just standing looking at a beautiful flower She notices her passion of earthy desire Something is happening she burst into the sun I look up as her hands grasp my face Her sea blue eyes gazed at me Her warm hand and then a bright light blinded me I went down on my knees and cried The salty water dropped on to the ground I live by the ocean so deep I do not know how to swim By the thought of a beautiful look That made me shake With fear in my head I saw those Sea Blue Eyes I cannot restrain myself she burst into the sun What is going on is it just the feeling of being left behind She was a desire and now I have none Driving nuts and insane what will I do Believing such a image is a dream I walk on the sand by the ocean with flowers in my hand Raising it to the sky and trying my best to lure her The image came close It pulled me into the ocean I was soaked What a lonely human being I am I grope the sky with such desire I look pitiful and look anguished What horrible feeling I have to pull the beauty that is nature down The wind blew one day the image once more appeared A young woman standing beside a flower with deep Sea Blue Eyes Looked at me a glance of hope and happiness came I reached for her and all of a sudden I fell into a deep sleep Months past they had told me that I jump off a cliff They explained that the flower patch was by it I realize heaven and earth cannot be reached with out a sacrifice With meaningless thoughts I would wonder of to the cliff area To see the ocean were it meets and ends I was told a story long ago that the feelings of the ocean can seep into your soul The trend of this story came shortly after some deaths I was fooled the lady with the Sea Blue Eyes can manipulate anyone Ladies and men, she is an illusion of the utmost desire Blaming everyone human kind knowing they are lyres The ghostly images that creeps everyone is oneself Desire falls upon those who are lonely Believe of the unnatural becomes science The Sea Blue Eyes is no lie cause they have been taking souls Through century they have been taking souls for tolls I stood once again near the ocean reaching to the sky Lonely I was ready to disappear One day she not the lady of the sea it was the one I knew I was blessed that day she embrace me I then fell into a slumber of bliss and desire Now I just hear voices and I am paralyze down A disappointment I was fooled once more by the Sea Blue Eyes To be continue.
And clothe it with your heavenly bliss...so I can feel the jubilance...on my once withering body I was fragile and weak and no one cared... About me... Except you...you bring me back gladness and vivacity... I crave your undying radiance… Your angelic, miraculous radiance Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... Hey x3 You clothe me up... What's up with you today? I'm naked and ashamed Turn the other way... 'Cause today is not the only day I feel so damn afraid... But hey x3 You make me feel whole How was your day? Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... You blinked, but at least you weren't aware of my tragedy scene in Romeo and Juliet... Or else, you'd see me dead, naked and ashamed I sacrificed myself for you in that scene...it's not the end of the world...at least the message of the movie was somewhat optimistic Like Juliet, you are so clever and romantic Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... We could be in a Shakespeare's future books if he were still alive today... Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... That would make our day a vibrant, dazzling day...now that would be classic!
I'm Pressing On For Jesus! I want to press on for Jesus today! May I be attentive! To what he has to say! I want to seek the cross, and it's true meaning. May HIS will in my life, become more revealing! I want more of Jesus' love to daily surround me! It wasn't I, but the Lord Jesus that found me! I want more of his word, to nourish my mind! May his example in me, be what others find! I want to seek his forgiveness! I always need it! His blood can wash away any sin! I believe it! I want you Lord, to come and fill me up! Take your spirit's oil, and fill my empty cup! Thank you Jesus for this! And everything you do! Help me to press on! And keep loving YOU! By Jim Pemberton
Never would one be able to imagine , Two people so happy and always laughing. Smiles on thier faces from morning till dark , A rare sight if you were ever to see them apart. Harsh words you will never hear them say, Only of love and kindness day after day. Hand in hand they stroll down the path of life, Forever he her Husband and her his loving Wife. One could only come this one and only conclusion, That this Match was made in Heaven and is no illusion. Tac
Eve look, who is that dark stranger squatting sickly, yelping about theft from inside that dying oak tree in the ditch, do you smell him with that rancid rage, jealousy jingling in eyes, he wears reptile hide sown together with rats' tails, listen Luv, he's speaking of cliffs and crosses, warning us constructing original ideas, original Love, he sounds like some prancing papper preacher, a pen with no story, a plan with no passion, he claims our journey as his own yet he has no woman, no Holy Rod, his only charm is a dried pig's tail tied around his arm, Now he throws mud in your direction like a burnt bully, remain here Eve, this is a dangerous animal, I will go over there to quiet his madness, as hammers lay rest to nails, Eve, that demon told me we should rewind our ambition back to the garden of glee, back to where life is free, tried to persuade me to abandon you like rain from sky, Eve my Luv, he said things against your virtue, I felt anger as war feels frenzy and rammed my fist through his mouth, he has violated the wrong Kingdom, we will laugh over the carcass of his patheticness as we bury him - By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.
The chocolate was a nice touch So was the coffee in the morning I always enjoy the little things Even your cute little snoring I lie in bed thinking "Is it weird that I don't mind waiting?" "Are my chances with you sinking?" These are the things I had been debating But then I realize that I'm not waiting How blind could I have been? This whole time you've been staying And me thinking I'm lost from within You're in my life right now And I'm in yours as well I'm standing right here in front of you And I know that you can tell… I'd love to stand beside you
I was classed as a loser now let the story begin Welcome to the loser that was born to win Make it out of any storm I'm in Come out as winner no matter what form I'm in I'll go all the way in any tournament Knock me out, I'll pick myself off the floor and grin Have a lot of thoughts so I got a notepad to store them in Then use poetry to help me fight whatever war I'm in Winning is my only option Most say it's important that you take part I learnt that sinning isn't a problem Because you can't take spirit or erase heart I used to run just to finish the race Then I started to believe I could win the marathon Heading for first place I know the road I'm travelling Never got a card from my family on my birthday And I found it embarrassing Some things come in the worst way But most my childhood was disparaging Embarrassed but wouldn't let them see my face red Bullied at school but was forced to go I used to believe what they said I was stupid I know But I survived it all Look at me now I learnt to stand up tall So they can no longer bring me down I was lost with no hope Make it out of any storm I'm in A few situations should have left me unable to cope But I know I'm born to win
Used to be a man of magnificence, frightened but bold A radiant flower - fed by the greatest stories ever told Used to be the one not ashamed Now he's the one, alone in his shaming Used to be a porcelain doll, so self-contained so whole Now broken into a million pieces, scattered like brilliant pearls across the ocean floor Lost in all the battles I fought, the battles fought within this man Used to breathe rainbows, now spit bullets without a plan The man in the mirror is all I see, The man in the mirror staring back at me Arms stretch forward and grab me by the neck Is he reaching out for me? My sneering self of doom and wreck "Have a voice like the wind and a heart like the rain Failing the essence of a young comrade, spare me the worsening pain" He bawls and howls until he loses control I'm choking, it's suffocating, stops until in my throat he drills a hole "You little pansy of cowardice, return me back my youthful soul" Rips out my heart, straight through the middle of my throat Pulls out the golden letters, the ones for the kings and queens I once wrote Whispers them silently until I hear myself Says them out loud until I believe it's but myself Screams them aloud and I begin to yearn myself Cries and cries them out, until no tear I can shed The man in the mirror then retreats back to his abode Reminiscing me and the high horse I once rode Trapped in the mirror, the man has accomplished his task Convincing every inch of my happy soul to take off my face, the mournful mask.
IMAGES OF THE PAST AND PRESENT Old men like Phil, Howard, Kenny, Walter, and Gaines are forerunners of the past. They walk with canes now and are in blazers and slacks. They still talk game about equity. They state they will die in their identity. Gaines is the one I know the best. He lives via mediums for political success. Does he achieve as he is? Gaines is an orphan, a Catholic, a bar attorney in Mississippi. Older women like Dora, Bobby, and Jenny V. are Honey's strength. They walk without assistance. They are not like the men. Their smiles are sugar pudding and they take on younger women. These images are real life formed. They manifested their destiny in socio-political and socio-religious forums. They come from Baptist, Catholics, and Methodist faiths. They are heroines and heroes and they have failed. These are images of the past and present. Eccentricity is their essence. Exposed is their depth. Their identity is within all of that.
Give Thanks and Stand Firm Should your high hopes be so cruelly lost smashed so savagely by that very fickle fate Do not give up your precious life to be tossed upon heaps and dark mounds of festering hate When your heart feels the thrust of such shame steel your resolve to a defiant, heroic stand Defend life and the honor of your family name with every step taken upon this earthy land If your spirit falls low think of a mountain tall send your soul to rest upon it's highest peak Ignore the slurs and taunts of those so very small consider the evil for which they so proudly speak In great triumph soon you will so richly turn as that wicked vermin flee back to their master Consider now the reward in which they will burn thanking God's grace you avoided such a disaster Should your high hopes so faithfully be restored give eternally blessed thanks to our sweet Lord! Robert J. Lindley 06-28-2014 It is now ever so important to give thanks...
How far can one humiliate, How far can one go, The world's mere a place, Never let yourslf feel low... The power's there within you, The will's there within you, The thing you gotta know is WHO ARE YOU... Self belief's the greatest belief, It's the confidence that matters, The fire's within you, Its the right time that matters... Compromises are mere the excuses, You got to know yourself, The world's not gonna let you live, So just remain yourself...!!! The world may be true, The world may be false, The thing I know is, Every bad time has to pass.. Criticism is everywhere, Deceit is now in blood, You may be humiliated, But never lose your guts... Life is a challenge Accept it with a smile, Its the confidence in you, That will help you cover the miles....
It All Started May 2, 1975 The Day This Man Took This Woman To Be His Lawfully Wedded Wife They Saw Their Share Of Struggles,Grief, Hardships,and Strife But Hand In Hand They Faced The World Together This Man And His Wife The Cards Were Stacked Against Them An Uphill Battle It Often Seemed They Did Not Have A Fairytale But In The End Love Would Prevail Between This Woman And This Man Thirty Years They Shared Together For Richer Or For Poorer In Sickness And In Health In Good Times And In Bad Before This Man Would Pass Away Right In Front Of His Wife How Would This Woman Go On Not Knowing What To Do How To Make A Single Cup Of Coffee Or Just One Plate Of Food How Could She Bare Waking Up To An Empty Room She Grieved Tirelessly She Often Questioned Why Why She Had Been Left Behind This Woman Who For Thirty Years Had Been This Man's Wife She Had To Find Her Strength Within And Her Will To Go On She Had To Comfort Her Children And Learn To Lean On God Although She Never Stopped Loving This Man Eventually She Would Find Peace Though It Was Not Easy She Learned To Live Life Without Him Though It Was Never Part Of The Plan On That Day In Early May of 1975 When These Two Were Wed This Man And His Wife Sometimes Things Will Happen Even Though We Did Not Plan Things We Can Not Fathom Things We Will Never Understand The Time Came Two Short Years Later When The Doctors Came And Told This Woman We Are Sorry It Is CANCER Now The Children Of This Man And His Wife Would Have To Find Their Own Answers With No Parents Their To Guide Them Give Them Comfort Or Advice They Would Be Left With Their Own Questions Of How... And WHY... In Loving Memory of My Mom and Dad- Tiffany Abbott
I sit here in the quiet with an image of a friend A few words were remembered and I hope it will not end Your voice I can imagine your face i can see The gentle touch of your hand the thought of you with me An everlasting love that I know we share Two hearts from which were brought from two people who do care And still I sit here in the quiet with an image of a friend A few words were remembered and i know it will not end
Every single day, I watch her pass. By my window, On the other side of the glass, Over there it's another world, A better world, Where papers and charts don't matter, Where it's morals and hearts that count, Over there it's a better world, On the other side of the glass, Is the beautiful girl, Who passes me by, While I ask myself why, Am I in here, When I could be out there, With her, Now I decide, Tomorrow will be new, When I look out my window, And see the wonders of you, Tomorrow I'll stop, I'll break down the glass, And the window that's caged me, Shall be part of my past
When they come and come they will don' pay too much attention is how they get you no eye contact is better they enter that way like it or not vigilance pays the pipers' tune hypnotic as it seems is just another trick you need to mention the secret name name above all names to set you free. Some say they are in bondage to all sorts of things in bondage to sin in bondage to Jesus I thought freedom was the operative word here? So what is freedom freedom for freedoms sake freedom to be totally unrestrained free to serve or just free to be whoever you are? ? ?
I'm a child in heart I'm sensitive, So don't misuse it I'm God's special child I need to respect My zealous Father I need to honor Him With my young heart, I pray for freedom How awesome are Your deeds? Relieve my heart's ache Help me escape From the darkened pit I can be active And beat that race I'm on God's good side God's mercy Aids me in times of trouble I appreciate His consideration He fulfills me with elation
Whatever you do, don't let go... He's going to arrive soon – don't be overwhelmed Whatever you do, don't look back Woe is embracing our lives Don't let yourself turn to black Keep on track... Woe is dwelling in our lives... Lurking in every corner They sprout from the ground like jagged knives Wait until the dark tides Pass through us...God's still protecting our lives Whatever you do, don't doubt Him!! Don't be a forlorner - Be a conquerer!
How can Jesus love me so A love with no end Deeply rooted and grounded Never bending with the wind. Greater love has never been Than the love Jesus shows Love forgiving you and me And great meekness He bestows. Love extended to each and all Whether strong or very weak Even great, or even small His love, you can always seek. Jesus love will never fail It is patient and very kind Enduring and long suffering and abideth all the time.
May You Be Blessed ~ With Peace Today~ They travel through and all around the sky's. They roll back and forth they change shape and Style and only stay for awhile. There formed by my Masters Hands, the colors the shapes and all the things that keep me thinking,my master has made and kept all for me to see as I shout and learn from Him to me. Written by:©Betty Bolden All poems are copyright!©
Slowly with unstable steps, she approaches. The room is dank a foreboding intensity permits the air. She is shaking as the memories wrap their inky hands around her throat. The terror starts to build as the anguish she'd managed to lock away becomes unleashed. It is feral, with fangs and razor sharp claws. The beast she'd burned turning into the regret of a monster for all of her sins. The room once furnished so lavishly now had boards bared through plaster showing holes allowing vermin and insects to do with the place as they wished. In her eyes, the room was in it's glory as it had always been. The candle wax began to drip onto her hand. Her eyes now resembled that of a newborn doe's as her eyes fell to a heavy book. Bound with crisp thick paper and worded with the freshest ink and sharpest quill. The satin was superb in all of it's glossy onyx nature, her home. One step after another, fragile feet glide over the floor, rustling of pristine skirts. Her breath became heavy and idly half of her mind wondered if she was suffocating. All too soon it seemed she was standing before the book, hardly did her eyes stray, yet memory served her well as the old oak table was exactly the same to her as before. He haunted her in every aspect within her life. All she held dear was slowly crumbling until insanity threatened to become a reality. What was her old lover's memories attempting to provoke within her? Anger? Surely not she only dwelt with remorse and regret for wasting precious time. Heedless of her warnings to her own mind she could not run from the chocolate of his eyes. Nor could she handle being bombarded with guilt at every smile that slipped over her features. If only he could see her now, he would relish her miserable exsistance. Death was a mask wedged deeply into her very cells and she accepted it. This last dream had become her undoing it would appear, for here she was. For every good memory and ghastly deed she had locked within this book. A memento of her exsistance for she feared being forgotten when the earth reclaimed her essence. With loving fingers and velvety skin she caressed the spine of the book. With a bitter sweet smile she took the slightest corner of the tome and eased it open. Immediatly musk and a definate spice bombarded her senses in a pleasing array. The nearly unrecognizable strings of words no doubt made sense for any with mind enough to carry a magnifying glass of sorts. Sitting with a sigh she spoke quietly. I am Home.
Am I Concerned for the Lost? For the lost souls… Am I concerned like I should be? While many slip into eternity! With each day that passes me by… There's another lost soul That will die! I'm too busy to give my time to anyone. I'll never be able to reach everyone! I've never led a person in the sinner's prayer. "Why should I waste my time?" "Why should I care?" I know that Jesus wants me to reach the lost... But I've never thought about what this would cost! I know that Jesus Is the atonement for sin! And invites all, to be born again! May I have a desire to reach the lost souls! If one day, I plan to make heaven my goal! With God's help, I pray there will be… People in heaven, because of HIM loving through me! By Jim Pemberton
God's Plan for Marriage… There's a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was "born!" God's design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be "inserted." God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God's idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It's no wonder why so many have "confused" minds. Let's come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; "one husband and one wife!" By Jim Pemberton
Kiss me goodbye and depart from my arms…You won't bring me down, you cruel, heartless tragedy's gravity – I'll do anything to make you cheerful for eternity Abyss seeps into your avarice-tortured soul…dismiss the deceiving charms and don't be juggling doubt and regret – chase away the disheartening depression, trying to get you all fed-up and upset I'm denying the bothering truth of losing you…I'm hoping you won't pass me by – you are the radiant, neon rainbow balloons taking flight…spiraling speedily, rising oh so high like the serene, stunning sunset Good news – my friendship love for you is as fresh as morning dew…we'll be shining triumphantly like the sun in the aqua-blue sky – you're sparkling beautiful blue like the vibrant sea *Chorus* I need you to ascend from your debris – let's dance the night away! We will arise from our ashes like a fervent, blazing phoenix Tell me if I'm as handsome as the lion that's graceful, strong and courageous…I know for a fact that you are dangerously magnificent and gloriously precious Believe in me…reflect on me…let's push away the worries that want to ruin our night spent together…God has two hearts to fix I love it when you wrap yourself around me like my own personal, warm blanket on this moon-drenched night – you are so gorgeous…so virtuous…you're an arduous angel…there's a halo above your head… you're gifts, talents and miracles are so marvelous. . . need I say more? You give me cherry-top bliss Lightning flashes in your eyes…as the seething, incredible storms lights up the ebony skies…oh Lord of Accord, put our mind, soul and heart at ease! We'll each have our pair of wings to take wing & there's no denying that we will have the ability to fly! Daydreamer…sweet daydreamer…never feel distraught if your dreams don't come true immediately…someday, you and I will be truly free. . . . Lightning flashes in your eyes…as the seething, incredible storms lights up the ebony skies… Oh Lord of Accord, put our mind, soul and heart at ease! We'll each have our pair of wings to take wing & there's no denying that we will have the ability to fly! No need to be fearful or disconsolate – God will answer our cries Daydreamer…sweet daydreamer…never feel distraught if your dreams don't come true immediately… Someday, you and I will be truly free. . . . this apprehension and anxiety is tormenting me…I hope God hears my desperate plea!
Bodies were lying on the ground, from the echoes of prison there was no sound. Their hearts were wounded their minds were shattered, the uniforms they wore were torn and tattered. The soilders that remained were far but few, but still they held our flag of the red, white and blue. They knelt beside the wounded and the dead, for the burial of their fellow soilders they would most certainly dread. Some were young and some were old, but their memory they will always proudly behold. The bombs exploded as they hid behind a rock, now shameful to say some only recieved a pine made box. Smoke still surrounded them at that lonley battle ground, as they gathered the wounded without making a sound. You see this war they fought had such a big cost, for all of the lives they so dearly lost. Some still live their lives with all of the pain and strifes, as the violent images still cut like a knife. They sit there thinking if only others could walk in our shoes, now most of these soilders have no home to come home to. Some bare scars even yet today, for the cost of our freedom we could never repay. Some are homeless Vets on the street, and some just need a place to rest their tired feet. They protected our country with all they had, now what help they get is all so sad. Please give thanks to our troops each day, for the kindness they express we could never repay.
White In innocence Pale silken skin Upon the pillowcase Through White Shutters Halo of moonlight White Incandescent In Dreams White pegasus Lifts her up In iridescent Sleep speeds White Within Luminous clouds White thunder Cracks through The black of night Yet without stir, White gold Her fingertips, White canvas the Soul Unawake she Paints diamond dust Within White Dazzles me Within White purity, White star White windowpane Darker me, In White worry Be She is White innocence, Wrought within me. -----------
When you wake To the morning light Just remember, All the battles you had to fight To get where you're at Today and Tomorrow For is it worth it To go back to that sorrow. When you go About your day Look around, And don't forget to say Thank you Lord, For giving me the chance To witness the beauty As our souls enhance. When the sun sets And the stars shine Just remember, Truth is hard to find. The maze is deep And the roads are wet Follow your heart And Heaven is where you set. When you lie sleeping So peacefully in your bed God's arms surround you Giving you strength for the day ahead. Day by Day And Night by Night Our Courage and Wisdom Is seen in God's sight!! By: Trish Ann
How we ever change And then suddenly—revert to the old way Without thought of the previous inspiration! Without the drive we once possessed—the revelation! Back into the rut of Comfort's firm grasp Loving the feeling of actually being trapped! But soon the drive returns again And the rut is never easily ignored How we painstakingly change! Yet so quickly return to our old way For a moment utterly forgetting all effort And remembering again the soft sway of Comfort
Never say "I love you" When you just mean falling in love Because it means you could also fall out of love Never say "Take Care" When you just mean don't get hurt Because love hurts when you leave Never say "I Miss you" When you just mean I want you here The fact is, you say it when I am not around Never say I'll see you When you just mean, when we meet Because seeing is different from longing Women are unique Are different We don't like to be treated the same Worst taken for granted We are delicate In every aspects of our being Because when we love We are dedicated We are unpredictable and moody Because we don't like to be Suppress by man's nature We are vulnerable Especially with your words We easily fall with your sweet notes But we can also be volatile And dangerous For our man is our man More often than less You may see us just like others But our compatibility is rare and complex We trust our instinct and our assumptions Not because we are illogical and emotional But because, our feelings tells the truth And yes, we accept excuses Because when we love We make our vows to misery and pain For love is the sweetest possession Men can give to us…#
Your Hair Is Almost Silver A Testament to Time For All the Years I've Loved You I'm So Glad That You're Still Mine Your Eyes Still Have the Twinkle That Say You Still Love Me I've Loved You since the First Touch Forever..We Are Meant to Be When Your Arms Enfold Me Time Seems to Stand Quite Still Our World Is Just the Two of Us I Love You Now and I Always Will So Come and Lay down next to Me And Hold Me Close and Tight Let Your Passions Free Love Me Through the Night And When the Morning Comes I'll Gently Touch Your Face And Tell You That I Love You As Each Other We Embrace
There's a time of solitude and There's a time of laughter and singing - cheers!...and then There's a time to ponder about the greatest memories in life and There's a time to celebrate and eat proudly and There's a time to be serious and form a meeting and There's a time to be childish and free and There's a time of acceptance of others or self...and There's a time of repentance and There's a time of prayer and study and There's a time to reflect on the past and There's a time to set our minds on the future and There's a time to say goodbye to your loved ones and There's a time to sleep and a time to stay awake and There's a time to spend time with old friends.....and Unfortunately... There's a time when you have to lose a friend, but There IS a time when you gain a friend or two and. . . There's a moment of love and peace and A moment of war and chaos... But that'll pass in no time, darling... Just stay optimistic and keep on writing Dreaming Believing Beaming Receiving <3 Love from up above Go on! Flutter away like a lovely dove There's a time to live your dreams too!
I look beyond the night and day, and see how people pull away. I have the picture in my mind, and I see it to be kind. With all the troubles that come my way, I kneel down and pray. For all the people that have done me wrong, I keep my wits along. Because of this I see things blue, and I keep my ways true. It keeps me strong for all to see, who I am for real is me. Just to pull one day to another, to me is not a bother. So one thing I would like to say, I hope you accept me and be Okay.
Chingariyon ki bheed main ik shola utha kisi adhure geet si angdayi li or bekhudi ki taal me bola chalo hawaon ke rukh badalte hain Aag banne ki aag dil mein apne peele lahoo me rang bharne chala chingariyon boli, shola hai to bhadkega thora jalega, aur bujh jayega Shola kuch kehte kehte ruk gaya wapis muda aur jalne laga vyuh rach kar apne man me agni manthan ko chala Chingariyon ko chedkar wo sholon ko bhedta apne aap se ladta wo kabhi kabhi dard ko nakarta Chott khaya adhmara sa dhundhli si manzil ke aine ko ponchkar apni aag ko zinda rakhta raha us aag ki chaah mein Kahin lau uthi ummeed ki ek lapat bani, prachand hui wo chingariyaan ab raakh thi wo shola ab ik aag tha
Breathing in, no breath is felt Blackness engulfed again I wept Struggle forth the effort unwanted I cry, I cry, I cry Must die, must die, must die Waves crash against body, pain Rock Rain forcing head to bow Smashing hard against the ground I cry, I cry, I cry Must die, must die, must die But love too profound for those around Reaching up for the clouds Try to touch the condensation Can't die, can't die, can't die Won't cry, won't cry, won't cry In love for him for her for them Selfish thinking set asunder Open curtains let in light Shall try, shall try, shall try Won't die, won't die, won't die
I feel it. I felt it. Numbingly so. I dealt with it. It eats me a live like lions eat their prey. Tearing and stretching my insides everyday. Of course I feel bad. I refuse to allow this to compromise the heart that fills me up. I refuse to give her up. I won't let it take control of me. Although it threatens to splash all over me. I am drown in my guilt. I see the unhappiness I myself am building. This isn't good for me. I need to defeat this some how.
I swore I wouldn't lie I made a point of holding in The shouting and the joy The crying and the doubt But some came pouring out. I wish I could say That the hurt has all but gone But everytime I close my eyes The shadow lingers on A great hulking shape and A pounding in my head, And I pierce the veil of conciousness And drop like a stone. I see the gleam of your eyes Filled with tears yet to fall The scars upon your cheek So small and yet so sure Like the dents left by the tears That fell from my endless blue eyes That you caught and suffered through. If I travel past the lips The ones I love so clearly Past the sardonic smirk and the Heartbreaking bewilderment Down the throat to the Empty chest and what I see Oh what I see Starts the pain again. I see a heart shrunken and wasted Hiding out of sight and abuse Protecting itself totally from All love and all hate With walls around to stop The attacks from outside And within. The heart is held together By a memory like a string Each beat rips a little further Each strand uncoils a little faster Each tear falls a little harder Until Finally You break completely.
Whisper now unto my heart Speak my love unto this soul Take me now unto a place Long forgotten- all your own Search my mind if we're to be Whisper now unto my heart Walk with me and take my hand Start anew with me my love Give me what you cannot bear Take my hand; you're not alone Whisper now unto my heart Brave the winter long and cold Spring will come to you again Just you wait; please trust in me Let me be their by your side Whisper now unto my heart
In my heart so deeply deprived Sad and unhappiness for two whole years (Seems like it started at the first house we arrived) My deepest and darkest most horrifying fears They are all coming alive And I most definitely have the strength to go on For all his emotions he's kept to hide Singing this repeating monotonous song Losing him --- I think for his side it's lost But the desire from both of us to fight Two wasted years, lies, hatred, betrayal it cost But working desperately through this since that night The tears welled in my green eyes As he told me he loved me no more I thought this whole time he was my dream prize Across the curves of his body my tears poured I pack my stuff sadly ready to go And he stops me --- for once he fights He says he loves me and that he knows To create this marriage a new trust I don't want it to end with my best friend For my heart, soul, and love belongs to him We share a son --- no regrets --- I'd do it all over again and again I sit here and write --- I love him 'til the very end I still get butterflies when I feel his lips against mine I still feel his deepest warmth from way deep within I never want to lose what we've created --- or him Our marriage and family I'll defend
A NOTE FROM THE WIFE OF A RETIREE I couldn't buy you a Valentine's card 'cause we're always together; whether in pouring rain or in freezing snow or ANY kind of weather. You're with me on our "one day trips", or lunch time at the mall, or overnight in A/C (THAT we love most of all). You're right there at my doctor visits, or when I do my hair, or when we visit the kids or folks-- Yep, you are ALWAYS there. So now you know my dilemma, but my meaning isn't hard: I'd rather be right by you , then buy you a silly card! by Wendy Lee Klenetsky - 61 Helen Avenue - Freehold, N.J. 07728 - firstname.lastname@example.com
As I awoke this morning the strangest feeling came upon me The air was thick yet clean The water surrounding me though murky Holds clarity of the visions I'm to see Suddenly unwittingly aware Yet I don't want to be It's all so bitter sweet Tangy although a treat To be a piece of the puzzle so neatly incomplete Yet the pieces fit so perfectly Clearly my mind's eye has been plagued Yet not blind to the scrutiny in which it's survived Charmingly divine is the denial we've so cautiously danced around Yet no elephant roams in home Lingering is the question I've so cautiously avoided Yet its answer I've owned all along Wants and needs do differ in deed Yet there personal importance is frowned upon When standing tall and walking strong…
The ever present sound of a diesel Going through its gears Is the steady beat and constant rhythm He's known for many a year And it's the lullaby that late at night His mind still longs to hear He still can see those highways With his inner eye He can't forget the visions Of those unpolluted skies He still can feel the wind And hear its tender sighs Those memories stay inside and linger And will until he dies They're part of what he's made of They're forged into his soul They come from years of truckin' And they're what have made him whole ©Annette Keller 11/1997
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A new path lay forward Patience Clearing the broken glass Care A place for everything Order Taking the extra step Success
Written for For Richard Lamoureux' Gender Bender Contest I know that we're older, that true No way we can do, what we used to do Your Armor was shining and answered my prayers You came to my rescue, ran hands through my hair Now, my hair gray, And I'm feeling blue Where has my Knight gone too I'll always be here at you side Even if maybe, our love's, gone and died I pray to the heaven's, and hope that's not true Cause I, don't no what else to do I gaze at you sleeping my dear But it's not enough, that you are so near I need you to hold me like you used to do Tickle and fold me while taming your shrew No way we could do what we used to do But, where Has My night gone too.
LOVE AND LIKE. If you Love me then you Like me, If you Like me then you Love me, Our Loving turns to Liking And our Liking turns to Loving So, what Love without Like And, what Like without Love So, let's build our Loving and Liking Because Liking and Loving builds us. By lenity k.m
Living on the edge was a suicide way before my time! A soul spread wide open with a spirit that truly believes. Walking on water and backwards with life that glares over the sunshine! The fantastic voyage rides the high and almighty waves of the greatest seas. A voyage to never-never land right where I know I will always want to be. True uninhibited expression is my addiction all within myself. A soul climaxing in the exhibition of capturing all of the free empty space! Walking the planks with the thrill of excitement from what's consumed as it's felt, The fantastic voyage is aimed straight for that perfect little happy place. My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to stay. Unpredictable with such balance is my mystery out there all on its own. My soul opens and wills me to explore the depths of all that is real or such. Walking the tight rope and looking down with my talent so proudly shown. The fantastic voyage is never enough but is always over by too much. My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to feel what I touch. Deep within the depths of all the deepness is where my connection is found. A vibrant soul with brilliance magnified by a common need that has just got to give! Walking narrow ledges with confidence and truly the one that has got to be proud! The fantastic voyage gained my moments in time that I can say were actually lived. My voyage to never-never land is where I will surrender standing on top of my deadly ground!
You don't understand what it is, I break down when its over, and you're gone again, The brave face only lasts, Until you fade and the blank screen stares, Accusing and abusive, and I watch my expression, Crumble and dissolve, In a flood I can't seem to stem. The word goodbye is enough, I can't say it, You think I'm being cute, But honestly, Its a word I choke on, It fills my chest and blocks my lungs, It squeezes my heart and makes me panic, Makes me scared, Because I realise that, once again, I will be alone, In the darkness that threatens, In the way of a storm, To consume my heart, The surrender to the cloying, bitter taste of tears, That cloud my vision and make me weak, You won't see me cry, I wouldn't make you hurt like that, I won't ever tell you either, I want you to be happy, Not worried, Not sad, Ill smile and say 'I'm fine' While my heart screams help, and my eyes stream, Ill battle on because I know that, In the morning it'll be ok again, I will be happy. But its the night I fear the most, Nothing but the dreams That remind me of your absence, The empty space in my bed, The arms that don't hold me, The pillow catches my tears, The duvet suffocates me, The mattress is my only support, And the nightmares begin. Every second is an hour, Every hour is a day, Every day is a lifetime, A lifetime without you, And so I write, I write to suppress the feelings, Because when I write I can't cry, I can't feel, I can't lie, That lie that says 'Im fine' And 'I don't miss him' 'Truly' But.. Every Little Part Of my jagged and dark soul Misses you. And so I write, To banish the shadows, To have some control over the feeling, I feel lost and scared, What worries me is that I swore, I swore to myself, That I would never get this far, Its why I was so scared, Because I can no longer remember, A life devoid of you. A life where I could sleep at night, Where tears were laughter or physical pain, Well now they are both, and yet so much more, They are a need. A release. A futile gesture to explain, The hurt you cause, Without even realising, Just by being you, It makes goodbye, That much harder. More than I can bear.
I love, am loved by God. Soul you heal with God's love. I've grown up from the pit of low level thinking and low level receiving. I can learn to appreciate the lessons that I have learned so that I may go on and obtain higher standards in my spiritual walk with God. by S.E. Clark
GOD was the big bang fighting evil is the pain GOD's everythang
to be focus, to conquer all. no matter what is in the line, to strive at all times. to better tha imperfection; no other solution, than the one string in your face, not dependent on being made. mind set to finish, not weak with limits. perfect on just doing you; not looking on anything, but what you can do. craving to take that risk, for that one chance to go all out. the measures of a win, without loosing any of the passion. no more insecurity of missing, bottom line is towards the goal. not giving up what you're made off; the true test of a star, without getting burned.
A simple life is all I am wanting, But the past can sometimes be painfully haunting. Mistakes we make as we take life's stroll, Can later on be a stumbling block as we struggle to reach our goal. With age comes a little thing some call wisdom, And hopefully when you reach that magic age you wont look back with a heart that is cold and numb. The very thing I am most ashamed of at this very time, Is not accepting Jesus in my life when I was young and in my prime. I think of all those wasted years and that emptiness in my heart, When I was too busy making money thinking this was my only part. One side of me was saying I was a good man and a good dad, While the other side silently knew I was leaning heavily to the bad. Pride, silly pride can turn any man into a fool, If his life is not right, pride can be hurtful and cruel. Some wear it like a badge of honor but it can wear heavy with time, And make it hard to reach the tops of some of those hills we must all climb. Those that know Jesus can thank their lucky stars, He should be the center of all our attention in this world so vile, and bizarre. The good news is as long as we are still alive, And ask Him into our heart His love will never leave us, only flourish and thrive. GOT….JESUS?
i will speak my heart and my deepest concerns, not allowing my heart to feel shut down anymore, and in this openness i know many chances i'll take, searching the Lord with all my heart, doesn't mean i won't make mistakes, this is the ground, we open up to see, challenging us to love one another unconditionally, opening my heart, flaws and all, forgiveness and understanding, i'll sit through it all, some may call this stubborn and naive, but make no mistake, through God's love and mercy i'll love you anyway, the strongholds are seperate from who we truly are, so yes,,,you can call me a dreamer that looks past the scars, opening up to watch God's love move, i can't sit stagnant, even in the midst of difficulty, HIS love is my passion.
making up for years of lack, unable to speak,,the heart held back, oh, how it looks so selfish and absorbed, as if seeking attention, the heart wants to love more, unexplained, you just do as i say, as if losing the freedom to speak, a voice at bay, "simon says" was a cruel game to be played, it stunted my growth as if i couldn't understand the directions he gave, so here i stood, always striking out first, to stand to the side, to watch and observe, and it wasn't so bad to just watch and see, because next time i just told the better player some strategy, i wasn't on my tippie toes to wanna jump back in the game, so then i started to strike out on purpose, ide rather help motivate the game, sure enough, simons game got old, there was a new game in town, "Twister" unfolds, highly motivated, my favorite game!, Parker Brothers,,i commend you!! you got the right aim!!! ;)
what do I aspire? with all I have inquired now that shadow owns the mire will time tell? or will time retire confidence on fire, burn baby burn whip that horses back crack whip crack elementary is this plain land not where I stand the mountains peak is where I will feet unraveling all shovels to dig deep
God Is In Control It does not matter what we have been told, We know in our hearts,God is in control, Yes, they came day after day, Yes it is true God has the last say, Be a assured He is hear always, There is no need to fear, Hold on to our Faith for it will see us through, Trusting that it will all is going to be alright, As God is in us all, in the fight Defeat is not an option for us, Yes we serve a God who can, Teach a bird sing a beautiful melody, A God who can calm the sea, A God who holds our destiny, He is our healing spring, And in His hands He brings, Life, Love, Hope, Strength, Understanding New LIFE, ……and Joy, Yes just for us, because His love is everlasting, Unconditional and true. Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD Copyright 2015
How was your coffee, SWEETHEART? Hmm? A bit bitter, you say? Well, you know, it could have been the Splenda... Or, maybe it was the CYANIDE???
my life in a nutshell; I spend each day following myself And others around (Yet I keep that coverted at times) Waiting for a command or a criticism that I may have once [l]earned from my peers We ask each other For honest opinions And then retaliate as if Having expected to repress anything less Than aplomb feelings laid out In our minds No matter the outcome I still wonder why I bothered to listen to the degrading words At all My life in a nutshell; I am intolerant to these stringent misconceptions i cannot help to perceive Of myself And those who Guide me And create short-lived diversions But today is but an ordinary day which will repeat tomorrow Where I will be Mourning those sophomoric yet moving days When I did not question The ingratiating existences I follow around My life Is but a nutshell.
Dreams have their own peerless value. Like oceans enormity, This resting shadow can be vast Diving into its depth Lays hidden meaning of unspoken voices in the dark, Like a bystander you watch its dance beneath unconscious —bursting with meaning but unable to find a soul to decipher it.