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Sou lay upon the warm wet earth ripped from limb to limb. Your present shape denies the girth of your form in its prime. Cut short in life denied your worth about you ivy climbs, my love for you evokes the hearth a fire which knows no end time. Now fallen, slain, cast for rebirth, the core of you sublime, an earthly stump, at forest skirt reminds me of grand times. Soon, I too will go beyond the earth recalling passion's prime through the veil of life unearthed my heart returned to thine.
Well my friend, my conscience would not allow me the pleasure. The pleasure not to report the news that I treasure. That as I open the book, the book full of new's, a book full of true's. All that I know, and them to be in doubt, one day they will all shout, "He's coming back", "Before the nite is over". That's what the Bible (the book) is all about. "Enter ye in at the straitgate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction. Lord (now): "Show me the way Home", the poem is all about subduction. "Before the night is Over, the attempt is to capture your mind". So may you be aware, as he is lead, lead like a lamb to be slaughter. He is beaten like as if they don't care, he look like news I cann't share but the book (Bible) say's the reason he suffer for you and for me. Because Love, Well yes my friend, [Love] is the reason to feel free!!.. My conscience want allow me the pleasure, that I too was less inform. That, cause of my sin, I couldn't be reform, and many amonst many was also in doubt. "Before the night is Over, hope all once blind, now see". Before the nite is over, before the night is become dawn and just before the dew hit's the ground. "Give your life to what is living and not to a deadless Clover". Do this, feel this. "Before the night is Over".
When I went to the Temple It should have felt like home So as I sat in the pew Why did I feel all alone Was my heart disconnected Was there something wrong with me Why did I feel like running From a place that felt empty Three thousand souls I counted The church grew before my eyes I went to look for answers Yet I left with all my whys Why was the music perfect Why did others have no flaws As I sought my redemption I drowned within the applause After the entertainment As I walked out open doors I drifted on life's ocean In a boat that had no oars Hands held out towards heaven Within solitude God was kind As I took time to ponder I surrendered body and mind Now Church is not about me Or the way it makes me feel Whenever I praise my Savior The Temple becomes more real Now I can take church with me To the places that I go Within a heart of thankfulness He allows my love to grow
Shield Love - Quatrain - A Collaboration Embrace me In your soft tender arms. Holding close within meek tenderness. In close embrace I feel your soft charms, I await the touch of your caress. Shield me from life's hate, On my knees Love's dying. Do not hesitate, From soft eyes tears crying. Love's fights to survive, As Love bleeds passion of forever. Love must ever thrive Let us now share our Love together. Really all one desires now, Knowing Loving you. An essence of Love allow, My heart ever true. Queen of endless pleasure, Holding you to the end. My ultimate treasure, Stay Lover and stay Friend. In a flash of light, As long as this world keeps on spinning. You light up my night, When sights of Love to my eyes dimming. All I ask of you we stay strong, Always sleeps one dream of endless beauty. Ever In your light I belong, To be within your heart Is my Love's duty. Sings In your heart Love, The song of Love's divinity. We dwell high above, In Love ever entwining. A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.
A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, as the clouds dip into the sea. A kiss from that rose as the waves fall, over the beach to a rose kissed me. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, as we wrap in lovers embrace. A kiss from a rose as homeward we go, to a bed clothed in satin and lace. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, with passion and warmth do we grasp. A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms, my hand in her labour pain clasp. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, that wanton and curvy young bride. A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe, so loving, in motherly pride. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, without whom I'd not share my life. A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled, the place of my darling rose wife! (c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)
Have you ever listened to the silence? Alone in the giant trees Have you ever experienced your soul? Being totally at ease Have you ever stood atop a volcano? Felt its trembling power Ever smelled the sulfur boiling in the pits Man that sure is sour Have you ever loved with all that you are? Holding nothing back Have you ever completely lost who you are? Trying to find your way back Have you ever stood atop a mountain? Cursed the Lord above Have you ever sat alone in a Prison cell? Accepting his forgiving love You know I have been an evil man Every sense of the word In my memory I remember screams Tormenting to be heard So much I wish that I could forget So much I have to tell About the emptiness you feel inside The pure solitude of hell My life no longer belongs to me I am on a quest To show the world a man can be Beyond any test My pain is deep and my spirits are high Eagle gliding in the sky Brave enough to fight any man Strong enough to cry A rock to those who know me well A leader in the night A warrior that would never run God I love the fight A tender man of true compassion My wife taught me well That's why everything that I can be I offer to her spell Angels come with big brown eyes Strong enough at heart They encourage you to rise above Finish what you start Sometimes when I start to write I fall into a trance And the poem becomes a partner Gliding in a dance Where the poem goes is with the flow I just tag along I try real hard to keep the beat Swaying with the song Some parts are good and others bad Some are in between But from the first word to the last The soul in me is seen I pray before that final curtain call I will have left my mark That people will think back and say The light rose from the dark Everyone must choose their own way I am no one to lead If you wish to make your life a garden I have some real good seed Always be totally honest with yourself The person that you are Space is a place full of dark matter Grasp to your own star Be strong enough to always open up Let go of what you hide Because in the overall scheme of things They're a nowhere ride If you wish to hold the one you love Always let it show Remember that they must be free We all need room to grow Trust in them with all that you are Never forget to show That they are the one you will adore To the ending of the show Due to the length I joined the four line stanzas together
i took the nails, and the cat too. the hammer, the sink and the bed. i burned them all. except the cat. cos she loved me much more than the one i wed.
I know that you are seeing someone else, I'm not there when you close your eyes, I believe that you are kissing me, Knowing I love the way you lie. I hear those three words from your lips, If love is even possible, it's impossible to cry, Though I know your heart is not truly mine, I will always love the way you lie. Your arms hold me as if you care, My wise heart still wonders why, Pretending that everything is alright, Because I love the way you lie. When I kiss you I think about nothing, Wishing it wasn't you when I open my eyes, I wonder, if I told you the truth, Would you love the way I lie? Written for Just That Archaic Poet's contest - "Sing To Me" Inspired by the song "Love The Way You Lie Pt. 2" by Rihanna ft. Eminem
The silent dark encroaches with another hollow night. Old poets whisper sonnets of love and sacrifice. Her lips move to each arduous verse; the emptiness advances. Crescendos find their soaring crests. A taunting shadow dances. The moment lingers at a peak then brings a slow descent. And as the final stanza bows her yearning heart relents. Her memory finds his gentle face. His voice resounds a vow. And a quiet faith moves through her expelling any doubt. Soon her love will cross the sea; his promises to keep. Until that time, the poets sing and soothe her soul to sleep.
To be in love with a poet Is not an easy thing Try as you might, you'll never Live up to his dream For the poet isn't content With love's status quo You please and you tease him But it's not enough you know For living there in his mind Is a picture of the divine You know that he longs for her For it's shown in every line The woman of perfection Who is not of this world With raven tresses of hair And slender arms unfurled The poet "sees" this woman And his senses just take leave For her passion is intense Her body rivals that of Eve She is tender and she's giving Never asking in return She waits for him night and day And it's for his love she burns She nurtures his desire Fulfills his every whim For she is his possession Remains faithful just to him She sees in him embodied Every single manly trait Each and every need of his She's sure to satiate Ah…mere mortal woman Who must compete with this muse You find that you fall short And your love's prone to abuse For who can dare compare With a poet's romantic dream The siren who sings to him Who floats on clouds of cream Poor lover of the poet Sitting here alone at night Waiting for him to see you To turn on you passion's light Love him, my sweet, love him For in the end he's just a man That silly muse of his dreams Can't caress him, but you can So win him at this love game Make the fires really burn Try to captivate his mind So that it's for YOU he yearns Warn that charming seductress That muse who tries hard to woo That you have a jealous heart And you've made him drink your brew Your body, your soul, your desires Bathe him in all of these Not with words but your hands Make him to do just what you please For a poet is just a man Just a simple man is he Give him all he desires Then watch his love set you free! Eileen Manassian Ghali
Ah, Divine influence, it has come to many, so they say, as to their nameless or named God's they do pray. The light came to Carroll, he said he could see, for raised by a Vicar at Christ church was he. Dodgson was his surname an apt moniker for he veers of from his father, made math his liqueur Lewis was Charles tongue in cheek, he wore hats and from his birth place, he transformed Cheshire cats. Lewis Carroll wrote "Alice" sure, he was also Charles Dodgson but who wrote the marrow, now that's where the God comes! Now, many men wrote the Bible or so we surmise and the pages they garnered came in random sizes. Yes they picked, they plucked, these men were right scary and what do you know, left out the Book of Mary! Now you modern readers just might take a note the resemblance twixt Alice and Mary's no anecdote. Dogdson, yes Carroll, knew Mary so it seems yet, Alice sweet Alice is who came in his dreams. Carroll clothed Alice and it's no surprise that in Chapter 3:21, her dress he seeks dried! For Alice, dear Alice, did not wish to die! "She would catch a bad cold if she could not get dry." Carroll being the kind creator, he would had the mouse read to Alice the driest of books. Again and again, his benevolence is shown when he sends Alice a rabbit to soon lead her home. So, we are lead on in most delightful detail to Chapter 4:15 where her flight is curtailed. As Cain slew Abel, so the Queen beheaded prates. Yet, she'd no power at all, over bodiless cats! Now, Chapter 12 is truly my favorite, as you may surmise Lewis Carroll has dreamed much of caterpillar size.. He dreamed a whole world full of goodness and villainy. As anyone can see, men will see what they see, and the Looking Glass has as much meaning to me as the Bible may have to the Christians, let be.
My Precious Angel My precious little angel in Gods' loving care how often I have grieved for you wishing you were here. I had a fleeting glimpse of you before you went away. I knew I had to say goodbye you were too small to stay. For though you grew inside of me you were not mine to keep God called you to his loving arms now there you gently sleep. Briefly were you with me yet I loved you from the start and now forever you will be engraved within my heart and in the shelter of Gods' love I know you will remain never to know suffering, heartache, loss and pain. I'll find my comfort in my faith until my days here end. Then through Gods' sweet salvation we will unite again.
In the darkening room I stood: tears welling in my eyes: by the windowed-wall, looking out, my small chest full of sighs. Headlights bright white and tail lights red, paired, meandered down the street, yet the white headlights that I sought seemed only to retreat. Cold, calm, singular, tear drops fell, soon reaching down turned lips; as in the house across the street, the living room was lit. A Father held his baby high. He hugged that toddler tight. I wiped the corner of my eye, and gazed into the night. Above the darkened woodland near, beneath a cobalt sky; the highway brought their Fathers home. alone again stood I. Horns blared out in drives near by sweet laughter filled the air, and, in the drive across the street, their Fathers did appear. The children ran out slamming doors, on small unshodden feet, with tiny squeals, and upturned cheeks, their Father they did greet. Where was the father who I sought our lives incomplete a traveling man, my Father did nothing but retreat. *A memory from when I was 8.
Love is having, love is lost Love believing that it is the key This is what love is to me Way back in ninety five When I met a poet A poet was he He took me by the hand Taught me about love We were friends We were lovers To the bitter end He would read poems in my ears Would write my name like I was a goddess Like no other With a magic swirl Held me like I was his dear He kissed the light in my soul Held me with an inspiration We danced barefoot in the dark Kissed in the grass in the park Explored the avenues of our minds Took me by surprise in never-never land He listened to my songs Helped me share my heart Kissed my very soul There were no tears Then he was gone The beauty of him Took me by surprise Our breath was ours For the taken And oh the lovemaking My life have been filled Lots of events With lots of tragedy and laughter But few regrets Looking back over the past So glad of memories To make it last As I experienced the pain Of loss of my poet lover friend In the end I survived and live With what is left I will never forget The friend I had What I have seen What was felt! I do stand, laugh and love I still Shed a tear As well as fear At the end of time Before I die I'll never forget my poet And a Poet was he! Brooke Dyan 2014
I need you to be my earth angel I need you to kiss away tears I need you to comfort my soul I need you to conquer my fears I want you to be my hero I want you to release my dream I want you to be my victor I want you to love to extreme I need you to be my sunshine I need you to drench me like rain I need you to bathe me in light I need you assuage my pain I want you to be my lover I want you to make me to feel I want you to teach me pleasure I want you to make it surreal I need…I want…I must have you I burn with unquenchable fire Your prowess… the essence of life The source of burning desire If this is too much that I ask To comply with beyond your will Then, oh, just let me adore you Of your charm, let me have my fill I only want to be near you To bask in your beauty so fine Your words resurrect me to life They transport me to the divine Oh please, let your presence cover In your glow let my poor heart bask I long to lie in your shadow Oh, my love, is this much to ask? Eileen Manassian Ghali
I love the way you look at me I see right into you eyes You don't see me like some others do With their rumors and their lies I find it hard to believe That anyone could ever love me The way you care proves me wrong Your kiss makes it easy to see Without you Where would I be? What would life be like If you weren't there to hold me?
I would like,ardently,to paint a meadow standing on its center,an old weeping willow engraving some letters, on its thick stem I write your name,as a heart-shaped gem I want to draw,the blue of your eyes those tempting seas of,tearful lullabies adrift in my thoughts,ready to admit to gamble for love, to win or to quit I picture...,the smiles in your lips lick your kisses' nectar as it drips stare at them,till they call my name lingering to end up,the glory, I claim I draw a heart,with compassion and love gift-wrap it then, with, red petals my love sending my devotion,for you alone to own unless you turn it into,my love's tombstone
Shadows in the dark Are much better swept away Leaving room for friendship That never fades away Bright, the light that dawns From a heart of precious kind Priceless to a writer Someone to share their mind
I searched for adventure A time or two In my mind I forgot I needed you Now I see That I was wrong I truly loved you All along With all we went through And all we have done I couldn't see That you were the one My soul was stored Locked up until last night You released it When you held me tight Now I remember Our passion so true My heart yours forever My love is renewed For Dave
I think I'll live forever I think I'll refuse to die Plant my body in the ground My spirit's going to fly Please come fly away with me Once this journey is complete Universe can be our home Our own magical retreat Two celestial bodies Darling lets take to the sky Forget the why, when or how This dream is for you and I Gliding upon golden wings We can dance from star to star I would travel anyplace So I could be where you are Angel's dance like fireflies Through trails of glittering dust In heaven magical things Exist for people like us It seems we have come so far Seems the limit is the sky When I think of who you are Tears of joy I need to cry Everything is what you are You are everything to me Long as eternity last My soul shall be one with thee So let's live on forever We will each refuse to die Plant our bodies in the ground As our spirits take to the sky
I am free to choose where I plant my feet, to ramble down the path and into the sun In the orange columns cast by lamps on the street crouch saddened people who have received none. I am free to choose the order of the words, whether they roll off my tongue or into my ears From outside come spilling the songs of birds They know nothing of chains; they have no fears. I am free to choose the title of my poem and embroider each letter with colors my own Each man's tale is not for men to condemn Only One can reveal seeds the Devil has sown. So I refuse to choose between silver and gold I shun all the idols flesh and blood have made The world passes, time paints masks of old Slowly, slowly, the mist is beginning to fade. I refuse to choose the gaping wide river that asks for an ink heart, rebukes true faiths The current is noisy, with a cold, secret shiver – its lukewarm waters swarming with wraiths. I refuse to choose between Father and Son for one is the radiance of the other's glory There is only one path I am entitled to run with joy, for I trust He who is writing my story.
Bingo halls and liquor stores, what's happened to this land? They call it a reservation, a word you cannot stand. The deep gut ache that you feel as native blood boils deep inside comes from where spirits roam free with a fiercely eternal pride.
'Til heaven quakes and hell erupts Judge not the souls of man But be brave and do not disrupt The nature of a plan Put into place and made with hands Much, much superior From where I stand and far more grand, I am inferior. Without water thy soul does rust Water thy own garden Believe in thee, in thee—I trust. And receive thy pardon From thy fierce and fiery hell Of thy unwanted greed. If not, I am destined to dwell, Lost, with nowhere to feed.
Time is resolutely in motion In no captivity or subjugation Let not the caravan of life halt Love is a journey not a destination Winner in Contest "Four, For, Fore" Light & Love of Debbie Guzzi judged on 11/22/2012
Compassion does abound in this modern world we live Where animal and man return ones love to give An element we all do fear could have taken all their lives But this was not the day, that fate could contrive To enter a burning building where their lives take second best Training and their bravery, a heroes form of zest Within these darkened realms, aflame and spewing of smoke Any life that's spared, we deprive the smoking choke For outside this smouldering building lies a bundle of stirring rags Blackened canine features, their lives in deadening flag Whilst alone on the sidewalk a hero sits in thought Despair hits his heart in helpless strained distraught His head in his hands now lifted, stirred by whining sounds Towards him walks the mother, he turns in total astound Leaning down to pet her, compassion fills his eyes She licks his face to thank him, all saved and so alive
Words are the quintessential mystical fabric and common medium of all poetry. Words often portray what the poet sees, senses, feels, imagines, and even dreams. The very magic of poetry comes to life from a deliberate woven process Of words enveloped into thoughts, metaphors, beliefs, situations, and emotions. There is a saying in the original Latin: "Verba sunt indices animi," Which when rendered in English is: "Words are the indices of the mind." Words, in the poetic sense, form the ethereal undergirding for these indices And beckon all poets to think deeply and precisely—and to challenge their thoughts. As poets develop and expand the precious word treasures of their minds, They begin to see and sense over time a deeper understanding of the human psyche, And a greater appreciation for the complex circumstances and interactions of people Which drive the human endeavor—good, bad, happy, sad, glad or indifferent. Words then form the very symbolic arrows in the poet's quiver to be employed With thoughtful care and meaning, enraptured intent, and an enchanted vision. We as poets should strive for nothing less as we reflect on our poetic visions, For these can be always visualized in: "Words are the indices of the 'poetic' mind." Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 23, 2014)
THEY USED SPOONED NOW SHE IS SPOON FED He holds a seventy-two year old spoon to her mouth seventy-two years wed seventy-two years in the same bed he holds the spoon in front of her gray framed head after all, sick or not, frail or not the lady must be fed and if anyone was going to do the feeding it would be the man who, for seventy-two years she'd been needing gardening, growing, weeding seeding the same garden for seventy-two years through sun and rain seventy-two years easing each others pain one's devotion is only exceeded by the other father and mother with men and women left behind yet always on their collective mind the years spent stifling arguments and cultivating love the many years they had to fix the roof above his hand shook as the spoon neared her mouth they'd began in the north but ended up in the south no cold north wind to battle against, only to lose the fight no snow to begin in the morning and still be falling past midnight no white to fight against with an aging back and a discontented wife but this was their life and slowly he slips the ground up mush upon her tongue because she could hardly swallow with no rule book nor informative guide that left them sometimes feeling hollow each not fearing but expecting death and so each dawn one would feel for the others breath so spoonful by spoonful that 72 year old utensil was used for sustenance he so amorous for 72 years of her divine countenance he had plagues of his own but a 72 year old bond had been grown alas they would swallow their pride let their Lord be their guide the God who had protected them and stifled their tepid tears and had been doing so for seventy-two years © 2012 © copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
My hero to me, was just a simple man He was ill throughout his life, but he raised two sons Two jobs he held down until he couldn't anymore Then fate took it's turn, and turned his heart sore First was the youngest, on a broken bottle he fell His artery slashed, was the start of his hell I recovered from my trauma, nearly losing my life But my accident increased, his ill health into strife Over the next two years he was hospitalised His sons fostered out, in fatherless cries To children's homes they went, from pillar to post Yearning for the person, who loved them the most He gradually recovered, we became a family again Once again fate took it's turn, returning life's pain On a Monday night back in nineteen sixty nine What every parent dreads, returned him to ill health decline His two boys excited, joining the local Boy's Brigade Running as fast as they could, for time to be made The older was faster, he ran well ahead The younger lagging behind, his little legs so delayed On turning the corner, all I could see Was my older brother, running well ahead of me Without looking left or right, onto the street he ran A split second later, he was hit by a van My life entered slow motion, whilst I witnessed it all To see your brother knocked down, a sibling to fall He was caught under the van and dragged down the street At seven years old, too terrified to greet Over the next six years, his heath gradually became worse He was more in hospital, in illness immersed That's why he is my hero, to my lost brother and me He's the kind of man that I've turned out to be He had no quality of life, but what he gave meant more The love for his two boys all through his life's sores Holding down two jobs through illness and strife Admirable, that's just a word, he gave me my life My entry for Crystal Wilkins contest 'My Hero'
I stood and watched them One by one by one Working ever so lovingly Until all the work was done There were parents and adults Kids of all ages too All this was for In memory of you-know-who They were washing headstones Using shaving cream, to clean There were so many of them And even more in between Others were raking leaves Some were cutting brush There were people everywhere But, no one was in a rush Some were planting flowers Together in several rows There were wheelbarrows Tractors and even track hoes They were laying bricks And also walking about But, the hardest thing was Brennan, we were without He wasn't there in person He listened to God's call His Eagle Scout project completed In spirit, he saw it all
heart flutters bearing the news appointed poet laureate bows comrades honoring name gift gabble raising thy brows expectations of nil inspirations for others Tribute To Poetry And To All The Wonderful Poets Here In The Soup Bowl I Bow To Each Also Entry For Brian Strand's Poet Laureate Contest GL All
Your like a rock, hard and steady, I'm soft like a flower against your skin, you hold my heart, I know I hold yours, I feel the beat of it from within. I touch your lips, trace their lines, you hold my eyes, as you trace mine, we've lost all track of time, as love unfolds between us, so divine. What gentle love we have shared, husband and wife, we both have cared, nothing more than heavenly bliss on earth, between us a deeper love is birthed. Who could stop the flow of time, who could stop this surge of mine, of love that came so softly seeded, when I first discovered it was you I needed.
How does on measure the worth of a man? How does one try to surmise it? Can a man be appraised like a parcel of land? There are so many things that comprise it; For the gem of his soul has such faceted cut, That we're hard put to judge by set standard. It depends from which angle you're viewing the gem, How it's depth and it's beauty are rendered; So how can we measure the worth of a man, When we can't see all sides of the jewel? Do we measure the body, the spirit, the soul, A man is not single, he's plural; So to even attempt to judge part of a man, Without giving thought to the others, Is like trying to sing just part of a song, It's left lacking as you will discover; So leave the appraising to He who is worthy, To judge on the part or the whole; For once He's refined him the whole man is worthy, And he comes forth shining as gold. "FOR HE KNOWETH THE WAY THAT I TAKE; WHEN HE HAS TRIED ME, I SHALL COME FORTH AS GOLD." Job 23:10
A sour scene harasses me I bite down on bitter words Rotten souls parading Wrongfully in heinous herds Poison pours into streams The stench violates the air Choking's heard; muffled screams The dictators call it fair Refugees escape some lips Few stand in brave breaths Millions safe-kept secrets More with nothing left I witness wretched injustices And carefully clench tight my teeth My tongue won't make people listen My hands shall take the lead
Completes the Christian Initiation Sublime cause of Holy Communion Father Christ changed the bread and wine to His body and blood Participate actively in the Mass 04052014
When I fail at what I want to be, when my entire world shatters, you stand by me, and hold me, ....and nothing else matters. When I cannot overcome my fears, when my entire world shatters, you comfort me, and dry my tears, ....and nothing else matters. When life becomes so unfair, when my entire world shatters, you smile at me, and show you care, ....and nothing else matters. When love is blind and cannot see, when my entire world shatters, you kiss me, and say you love me, ....and nothing else matters.
Pop can Sally stock my pop. Push the new stuff back! Bring the old stuff to the front and space them just a crack. Sell me one to quench my thirst but make me get my own. Reaching further to the back where cooler ones are known. Take my change from out of pocket. Thanks for this cold pop. Refreshing when I pull it's tab and help to blow it's top. Guzzling down what rushes out and soon to quench my thirst. Swallowing it quickly now; allowing it to burst. Empty now a once full can. Thirsty nevermore. Thanks to Sally and her pop. The Pop Can Sally Store.
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
Let the Creed be a mirror for you Look at yourself in it to see You believe in all You claim to believe 4102013
Motherland, my native-land, Thou hast been again reduced to sand; Once again these men have made you That Old Woman, my motherland! I look from here to there about And my heart crosses this doubt As how could it ever be: Can I Not Help My Dear Country? They freed thee years ago-- They drove out mortal enemy; But worse fates have brought you down, These three scores and years three... Give me your voice my Motherland, I'll do my best for all to see; I'll free thee from all--all's enow: I Shall Bring Back Our Dignity! In times when your sons leave-- Desert their mother in troubled-sea, I promise Mother, give a word And I shall bring back Liberty...! ...Tell me your heart my Motherland, Share your sorrows do, with me; None could doubt, I shall bring back: Get back our lost Liberty.....
Cupid shot my girlfriend. He hit her in the head. It must have been for love she laid down and she bled. It's almost been a year since Cupid found my love and being with her near She smells from up above. I never want to touch her. I'm frightened of her look. But still I remain faithful. My love upon the hook. I'd hoped we would have children though now it's much too late. I've talked to her about them but she just lies in state. I miss her perfect kisses. Moistened, warm and wet. Though wouldn't give one now for fear of what I'd get. I couldn't even hug her if I was in the mood. she's covered all in worms all using her as food. I say I love her often and hopeful she will hear. Though if she were to answer would be my greatest fear. She is my darling soul mate cupid can't be wrong. Through sickness and in health and days becoming long. So thanks I say to Cupid for finding my true love but if he'd spare an arrow I'd love one with a shove.
Pope John Paul II instituted a new set of mysteries To the Rosary called the Luminous Mysteries. It is suggested by the Church Say these mysteries on Thursdays.
The first Christian In the New Testament The first evangelist Mother Mary
The leaves were golden...brown and brittle Rustling as the autumn breeze blew Do I miss it, yes, a little As my fondness, it there grew The suns warm rays glanced off the water Of the pond at the foot of the hill Each summers day grew hotter Yes...I miss it still The Love that filled the Sunday air Simple, heartfelt and true A Grandmother's Love, something so rare And time...it but flew The visits these days, too short I'm afraid I can never recapture childhood innocence But the memories I carry will never fade No matter the moment, the motive, or absence One day my spirit, it will return And I will never leave there again It is where I will one day adjourn Forever and ever...Amen © 2011 Kevin Stock
It sits there waiting Never complaining Like a devoted little puppy Do we really appreciate What life would be like Without this friend so trusty We take it for granted This mechanical friend Never showing appreciation We should let it know How we cherish it so Our sole means of transportation There once was a time In years gone by Long before the automobile We walked, we rode A bike or a horse Now just sit there at the wheel So treat this friend Like one of the family You will never ever go wrong Her engine will purr Her tires will sing A happy little motoring song! © Jack Ellison 2012
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"
REMEMBER ME Remember me in the morning, Remember me at night, Remember me throughout your day, And all will be alright. As long as you are with me, As long as I'm with you, As long as I can hold you close, And know your love is true, Though I forget a hundred things, As time and ties betide, I won't forget a single thing, That we've done side by side; And when our time is over, And our song is sung, I will have not one regret, when all is said and done. Judy Ball For Lost And Found Contest by Catie Lindsey - ( Repost)
Sometimes fear can catch our tongues Keeping truths enclosed Barring words to pass the lips Words leaving us exposed And maybe that's what's safer Than what I'm about to do But we only get one life to live And in my life, I want you You've been inside my heart now For a long time, but I've been Afraid that it was just me Just a dream that I was in But then you came and touched me And the feelings came alive But I've still kept them quiet Waiting for the perfect time But time keeps ticking past us And perfect, time is not And life goes on without you here And this isn't what I want You won't believe how great you are Well when you're viewed by me You're really unbelievable I just wish that you would see I've seen you become a man In the years you've been around I've seen you go through many things Seen you be up, and then down I've seen you fight for who you love I've seen you win and loose I've seen you go through hard things I've seen you have to choose I've seen how you remember Little silly things each day That means so much more to me Than I could even say I know we come from different worlds, But thats alright by me I know that there are obstacles Probably more than I could see I think I'd go a thousand miles If I could end up in your arms You see, you broke through my hearts barriers Leaving me disarmed As many things as you are One thing that you're without Is eyes to see how much I care I guess I'll have to spell it out My heart wants to be with you For us to have our chance at love And maybe it would work out To be all we've both dreamed of
If I am who I say I am, And what I claim to be, It won't be hard to figure out, My actions tell the story. I cannot sit 'midst muck and mire, And claim it isn't so. I can't ignore the things I'm taught, And say I'm trying to grow. I cannot sway this way and that, And still expect to see, The same old trust,respect and love, That once was given freely. If I'm to keep that love in tact, It must be guarded fiercely; Else I may find that love will die, From being nourished poorly; For I am what I wish to be, It's no one's fault but mine. I cannot blame what I have done, On some mistake in time; So if I wish my friends to see, The dignity I claim, I cannot hide it deep inside, While I play foolish games. "ANYONE WHO SAYS HE IS A CHRISTIAN, BUT DOES NOT CONTROL HIS SHARP TONGUE IS JUST FOOLING HIMSELF AND HIS RELIGION ISN'T WORTH MUCH." Living Bible James 1:26 "THIS IS PURE, UNDEFILED RELIGION IN THE SIGHT OF GOD, VISIT WIDOWS AND ORPHANS IN THEIR DISTRESS, AND REMAIN UNSOILED BY YOUR CONTACTS WITH THE WORLD." Living Bible James 1:27
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."
Believing Eternal Holy Spirit is to profess That Eternal Holy Spirit is the 3rd divine person In the Holy Trinity Consubstantial with Eternal Father and Eternal Son 4132014
I'll only charge you fifty cents. Here, take back the change. It's old and you won't like it much. It tastes a little strange. Thankyou much, but I don't care. I'll even drink it old. Please take back your quarters despite my being told. No; you take for fifty cents. I'd rather you do that. Please take back your quarters and pay two quarters flat. Thankyou Sally, that's okay. You're generous to a tee. Just fifty cents sounds much too good, but I will pay your fee. Go now please; you waste my time. Please; just take my deal. The library must have kicked you out upon your back and heel. The library's open still to say I'm only out of time. The computer simply timed me out and no one's sorry as I'm. Come back later if you want and you can pay full price. The coffee will be fresher then and cost for you suffice. It's okay Sally Thanks again. We'll talk more with you later. and I will see you -then.
One of us is already dead, One of us is still living, I can't get out of my head, All the love you keep giving. For one of us, our blood is cold, For one of us, our blood is hot, My life continues to unfold, While you have begun to rot. One of our hearts is still beating, One of our hearts is now silent, We have to wait, I keep repeating, But, somehow you remain defiant. Your soul will continue to roam, Your soul mate will always be here, Here, you shall always have a home, So, please, please, just stay near. I know that you are my soul mate, I know that I am yours forever, I promise we'll meet on a future date, We are entwined, and that you cannot sever.
I woke to you exploring my coastline finger tracing every hidden, jutted stone weathered wood and whipping titanium grass Your muffled voice in the dark filling up the creaking tide pools in india ink careless and velvet I find I can only proceed when it is accidentally breathed in By muttering into your mouth words that feel full like marbles, such as: 'I don't want to say I love you any more' And so, You flitted in the dark, like a feathery moth For one singular moment until I was fairly sure that you were dead You once told me that you used to fear I would explode like a firecracker in your hand Leave you stranded in gas station bathrooms with leaky mirrors. Forget to pack your lunch before bed Slip you words into your pocket That linger sourly all the day I'll even forget to write the Christmas cards on time Faithfully, I remind you of the fast filling swimming lessons in turquoise green The abrasive pad of your finger sending me drifting- though I am tethered hundreds of thousand years beneath You wake me instead from starry night dreams the sound of coffee pots brewing pushing open the airways in my lungs, taking hold to root themselves in clay instead of dream.
I used to dream when I was new Of midnight curls, eyes sapphire blue: Long years ago, it now does seem When I was new, I used to dream. I must confess, as dreams are free I didn't see you wait for me. My eyes were shut, my heart no less As dreams are free, I must confess. Then years flew by; I woke at last My childhood dreams became my past. With just three words, a dance, a sigh I woke at last – then years flew by. The love I found, it went away; I lost your hand one sunny day. It slipped from mine, fell to the ground: It went away, the love I found. My strength, my world, I watched it fade, Those years of light fell into shade. My body done, my soul unfurled, I watched it fade, my strength, my world. The past is haze but I'm not done; I linger on: alone, I'm one. I fear my grief will drown my days, But I'm not done – the past is haze. The love we share, it's all I need, For though I'm lost, I know you'll lead. I'll follow you and break despair – It's all I need, the love we share. (a swap quatrain poem for Andrea Dietrich's 'Swap Quatrains' Contest)
The work I do is not the most prestigious one, from four to twelve thirty I drive...until my shift is done; a forklift driver rarely takes a coffee-break, and being courteous and helpful to customers means a lot. My long-life dream was to be a songwriter like Andrew Lloyd Webber, but my songs didn't click...they never made the Top Ten on the Billboard Charts; and although they didn't sell well to make it my profession, I still hold my thumb up... that if a famous recording artist performed them, I'd have a huge hit! My free time is devoted to creating lyrics that I will set to music in late hours; and I would never be a Mozart, Verdi, or Beethoven if didn't knock on doors and expose my works to those who would be willing to listen without reluctance... could one be old and succeed as the young ones with fresher, brighter ideas? For now, I remain the same blue collar guy coloring more illusive dreams; many approach me and say," Don't give up...you have plenty of chances!". I do want to believe that and wear the deserved crown and be lauded as others... 'till my lucky day comes, I must make a living and have the faith of the achievers.
The Church is essentially both human and divine Visible but endowed with visible realities Zealous in action Dedicated to Contemplation 4132014
Alone he sits in my room and waits for me patiently, He was my comfort, my friend, he was my security. Once I showered him with Love he was always there for me. I'd hold him and hug him tight in my arms eternally. My teddy bear was my prince, defender against all fears Great or small, and together we discovered new frontiers. I felt he was a great knight against the thundering boom, And storms ne'er scared me, but now alone he sits in my room. So I picked him up today. I embraced him all night long, And it made me feel so warm to know his Love was still strong.
I wish I hadn't told you Or…covered the truth with lies But you'd know the way I feel Cause it's written in my eyes Or maybe you can hear it When you're standing close to me The pounding of my poor heart As it struggles to be free I know you cannot fathom How I could love you this way You just smile and look amused Thinking this is all child's play Perhaps I AM quite childish Impulsive in all I do But beware, I'm ALL woman… A woman obsessed by you! You believe it's just a phase This craze is not meant to last If only you could know, dear That I'm going downhill fast I have no way to fight it For my heart my will denies My soul is so tormented There are cracks in my disguise Resolved, I keep my distance For I know you are not brave But your heart must surely know Your presence is what I crave To touch you is forbidden To worship you is pure sin Heaven help this poor woman There is no way that I can win!
I am here on that brink again I realize that I never left Thought I had moved, but then I realize I am once again bereft. Why am I yet again on the brink Feeling once more that I must always choose? Why do I always seem to think That I will be the one to inevitably lose? Light is shining ahead of me Darkness is to the back Shadows in Light I see Yet,Dark does attack. I am tired of being lost I want to finally, FINALLY find Myself no matter the cost And to leave Darkness behind. Can I really do this? Can I take that step? I desperately want the bliss So frantically I do so prep. I lift my foot to go Forward and Dark Fights me, although My journey does embark. Can love be there? May love I receive? No longer unaware I do now believe. This is no mere affair That he does so care So Darkness BEWARE I do now have my Bear.
Each morning when I rise before dawn Before I open closed eyes I may see The essence of my soul's *etheric body That dwells deeply inside of me. As I look at my face in the mirror, Or is my face really looking at me? I see a strange looking lady there In hopeful longing to be set free. Saraswati please play your sweet music On your veena now called mandolin. . . Please enlighten all of my senses To discern I've been reborn again. I defer to your wisdom dear Goddess In knowing of my earthborn plight. My *karma like an opaque veil is lifted As your song within my heart takes flight. This poem is about the realization of my purpose here. Note: *Saraswati is the Hindu Goddess of music, arts, and wisdom Saraswati actually plays the kacchapi which is an ancient Hindu musical instrument more recently known as a veena which most resembles a mandolin. *Etheric body: The etheric body is but one of many bodies of man, reflecting, in miniature, the seven planes of the universe. The etheric has been described as a network of fine energy strands permeated with fire, or as a web animated with golden light. It is the golden bowl. These informative extracts are taken from the writings of the Tibetan Master via the books of Alice A. Bailey *Karma: (Hinduism and Buddhism) the effects of a person's actions that determine his destiny in his next incarnation
I met a man the other day, His clothing was so fine, His smile was quite infectious, And his manner warm and kind. He said that he had been to schools, Of great import and stature. He said he'd studied all the laws, Of Mankind and of Nature. He spoke as though he knew for sure, The destiny of Man; But then he said to my dismay, "There is no God or plan." He said his schools had taught him that, There is but one conclusion, The law of all creation just, Goes back to evolution. I thank my God in Heaven now, That I was lowly born, And never went away to school, And learned to laugh and scorn, The One who always loved me most, And gave me all I need. Lord, let me stay the way I am, That I may never lead, The kind of life, This man has lived, And share his destiny. "IF ANYONE PUBLICLY ACKNOWLEDGES ME AS HIS FRIEND, I WILL OPENLY ACKNOWLEDGE HIM BEFORE MY FATHER IN HEAVEN; BUT IF ANYONE PUBLICLY DENIES ME, I WILL DENY HIM BEFORE MY FATHER IN HEAVEN." Matthew 10:32 "THE WORLD'S SIN IS UNBELIEF IN ME." John 16:9
I've been a pain in your side "Why let me see…" "You're made from God but you say I'm made from thee?" You talk to the animals and to the sky? As the moon lights the night you talk to my…thigh? You want to run bare arse all through the woods We'll if you keep doing that you won't have ANY "goods?" So, you don't like the fig leaf. It's a bad choice? "Well, use your words! Speak up! You got a voice." "You work? So you say. Just what do you do?" All we eat are the fruits and some vegetable stew. I cry at the sunrise. I'm not used to these eyes. And I still can remember being inside God's sigh. I cry cause the wind blows dust at moon rise I'm frightened and wonder what's the next …SURPRISE! Neighbors? What neighbors? Toss the leave use a peel what care I for the wonder of what you'll reveal. Eden was wonderful, and ignorance bliss yet so is the delight of a your so human kiss. I love you, I'll stay no mater the plight and raise up our children and handle the fright. *dedicated to Larry Belt's Adam / A Pain in my Side
All my life I longed for you. You filled my thoughts and dreams. You'd stand majestic, head held high, My mind's eye saw the gleam, Of vibrant health, unbounded strength, That shone from a glistening coat, The look of eagles in your eye, As you moved you seemed to float, Like the billowing clouds that float across, The azure sky above. When I'm with you I too can fly, I soar on wings of love. We glide across the meadow, Beneath the sun lit sky, We are the best of fellows, My dog, my horse and I. I believe God had many reasons for giving us the animals and if we try we can figure out what those reasons are. For one thing, I believe the first and foremost reason was to TEACH US. Have you ever noticed they have remained just as He created them? They never deviated from the original plan. We, However, have done our level best to IMPROVE on PERFECTION; and we have poisoned the environment and nearly destroyed the entire planet in the attempt. What is more loyal than a dog? Animals have shown more self sacrificing loyalty and courage in the face of danger than we ever dreamed of. They love completely and will willingly sacrifice themselves for our good. How many of us will do that for them? In fact we laugh at those who will. We KEEP them as long as it is convenient and then cast them aside without a thought for their love or well being or how much heart break they suffer for our uncaring treatment of them. We don't try to understand them at all; but we expect them to understand us. If we are so much smarter than them, how come we have never learned any of this from them? Could it be that we are so selfish and concerned for our own comfort that nothing else matters much to us? The love we receive from our animals is completely unconditional. The love they receive from us HAS IT'S LIMITS. We should give that some serious thought.
... dedicated to my devlish 10 year old grandson! There's only one way to describe me Can't wipe off this silly ole grin A ravishing beauty I've turned out to be With such gorgeous baby soft skin With a face of unmatched perfection Like Clooney and Pitt into one Movie star stuff, there's really no doubt Pure awesomeness second to none It may seem a trifle bit pompous of me But I'm such a ravishing hunk Sorry but I can't even stand it myself Pay no attention to the tabloid junk I try to lead this exemplary life In spite of this girlie adoration A lesser person would certainly succumb Causing a large brain inflation Inside I'm really quite a nice young lad You just need to delve a bit deeper My surface beauty will surely distract you But most say I'm a real keeper! © Jack Ellison 2012
Please don't ask for coffee when only a few will buy. I'd rather not put on a pot than leave it to burn dry. So Sally won't perk coffee now. It's not the time of day. And me a patient gentleman asks for tea this way: "Sally; put the coffee on" Sally will say "No"! And then I'll take a cup of tea and on my way I'll go. Sometimes I will get some luck and Sally serves my wants. After all; there's too much tea than this whole world flaunts. So Sally perk your coffee pot. I see it's getting busy. The time has come for you to shine and free me from this tizzy.
If God is such a gracious giver This water was boiling oil I wish, so straight from the running river ...I'd have instant deep fried fish.
He lived when Elvis, the Beatles, Johnny Cash and the Rolling Stones had strings of hits and he passionately hummed those up-beat songs... dreaming of becoming as successful and famous as they were; and following his dream, he turned into a big country singer! Everywhere he went, he carried a heavy transistor radio and listened to them and learned those country and rock lyrics... and the longer he sung them, the more he fed his ego, so he wrote words without music, hoping to create melodies!. Sitting at the piano as Beethoven did, he frantically played those keys, blending them with easiest chords; and if they sounded awkward to him, he would certainly use another chord that was simpler and more harmonic... so the boy's passion for music grew as he planned to hit many unknown roads! Up North, people called country stars: hillbillies with nasal, funny voices and such names like rednecks caught on; one would be surprised by their remarks, or at how they unfairly they were discriminated...and they were all proud Americans! But the boy's passion for music took him to unimaginable heights and riches!
Life lessons learned through experience In an undesired fashion Learning to give up worldly ways To obtain a Godly passion My hearts desire was fulfilled For only a short amount of time Only after did I notice not all is good And worldly gain loses its prime My soul cries out for comfort Down my face tears graze All along I should've searched for the One By Trusting, Worshiping, and Praise My heart should be so full of joy And passion for my Savior That when a man comes into my life I know it's God doing me a favor I pray for strength daily Strength to know my worth and judge not For the only way to true happiness Is to seek what Jesus sought So I ask for God to motivate me To teach me patience, understand my thoughts With time I'll know to appreciate unanswered prayers Instead of examining the 'it oughts"
Letter to Mum and Dad Dear Mum, Dear Dad, you're gone from my life. I remember you now as a good husband and wife. Dad, I saw you lay there. Lifeless, quite still. The shocks that they gave you, zapped at my will. When I touched you, your body, still warm, lips blue. A far cry from the father, the man I once knew. Your cheeks in contrast, stood out, quite bold. Your hand I touched. That memory I hold. Mum, I never saw you, when you passed away. You were alone in your bed, so it's for you that I pray. I remember you most, for the love that you gave me. Always caring, never judging, I wished I could save thee. Now that you're gone, I don't feel alone. You're the best parents in life, this child could have known. So it's with you in memory, my life has begun. I remain as always, your ever loving son.
It seems so distant to me now and memories fade each day What happened to our way of life? I really just can't say Somehow a stupor settled in and apathy laid waste A generation lost its soul and values were replaced My heroes disappeared one day and rights turned into wrong Confusion now so strong and clear To whom do I belong? Yet now inside a fire burns I know we're still the best I pledge allegiance to the flag my hand upon my chest
It always starts out so lovely, Talking all the time - "Can't wait to see you, I'm so glad you're mine." But time fades the colors, And makes the petals fall. What once was so exciting - Now seems a little dull. And I know you've had your drama From people in the past. They didn't see what they had in you - Well, I could've fixed that. I wouldn't hurt you like she did, I wouldn't push you around. I wouldn't take you for granted, I guess you'll never know now. I just want you to know this: My intentions were pure. And if I'd let myself love you - It would've been for who you were. I'm learning every fairy tale Won't have a happy end. 'Cause now I'm sitting here crying, Missing my friend. And now we're looking at a goodbye Because you just cant seem to see - Just what you could've had If you'd just picked me. I wouldn't hurt you like she did, I wouldn't push you around. I wouldn't take you for granted, I guess you'll never know now.
Cats have always been with me each in their own way has run my house, has run my life, and worried me when they strayed. White cats like Alice's Snowdrop or striped tigers like the Cheshire Longhaired Coons from Maine Now those really are a treasure! Long whiskers speared the dust bunnies underneath my rumpled bed's shell and they found my missing sock but they would never tell. My Pixies paws smelled like popcorn! Her tummy fur was sweet and long I've heard folks have spun yarn from it which kept them very warm. I dream, of black cats I have loved and tortoise shell "money cats" I've thought of them as babies BUT They didn't think much of that. I'd rather have a cat with me For the rest of the life I'm given Oh please give me one more cat before I leave for heaven. Dedicated to the Cheshire Cat in Alice
Far away seems closer When we're under the same moon. When I think of it that way, The distance doesn't loom. Miles seem more like inches When we're under the same stars. When we're sharing the same dreams, I feel you right inside my heart. It doesn't seem so lonely When I close my eyes just right - And I can feel your arms around me, Holding me so tight. I don't miss you quite as much When you visit in my sleep. Even when the bad dreams come, When you're there I don't make a peep. When I can feel you closest, Besides when you are here, Is when I know you miss me too - And you're wishing I was near. So close your eyes my darling, And picture me with you. Wrap your arms around me And sleep will come by soon.
It's okay to pray; Do so everyday. Believe in what you say, And your life will be changed.
If you don't like intensity Then you better listen to me Go back to your playhouse, boy And kindly just let me be. I'm past the little sweet talk And I'm past the flirting stage If you're unused to passion Then don't get caught in my cage I love with insanity That borders on obsession Stop giving mixed signals Or I'll make this bold confession I dream about you all the day And you're my fantasy at night If you knew how I adore you It's sure to give you quite a fright I'm no weakling in the love game I can fight, destroy, and seize Anyone who dares look at you I will torture just as I please You are what keeps my soul alive Your smile sets my heart ablaze When you give that knowing look I can't fight back desire's craze I'll be at your beck and call Fulfill each desire and whim You'll have food that's made in heaven I'll fill your love cup to the brim I want to lie down beside you See you drift to dream land sweet I'll plant kisses on your lips Till the morning sun you greet I'm consumed by thoughts of you And when you're near I'm set on fire My days are spent in wistful thought You're my only true desire. I wish that you would want me In the self-same frenzied way That gives no chance for sleep at night Nor restful peace during the day So if this is all, just way too much And you feel you might suffocate Then let me give you freedom, child I need a man to reciprocate!
That all is not darkness There are rays of light In culture shed by Father Christ The Light of the world 4102014
My flashlight has both hi and lo So I can run, walk, or go slow Up hill in the sun__down in dark soon Go downward aided by the moon For the moon will shine full tonight But there may be clouds to dull light On top of hill see world below Give up its soft early night glow I'll stay with flashlight in hand glad For solitude, stillness, note pad Writing life's events that make sad Just very short while I will stay For I will have to rest to face Day, if the Lord allows the grace Of being on earth short while more To receive blessings that are stored Those blessings that are stored away Blessings that are packaged for me If I ask, I shall receive more Like glorious sunrises in store
...for Larry and Mary Sun's a risin', critters stretchin,' trailer park's a comin' to, on my way Mickey D's for coffee, boy, I'm missin' you! Papers puddlin' in the driveways, guess we had a storm or two, belly's grumblin', heart's a yearnin', crusty-eyed and feelin' blue. Windows leakin', curtains drippin', we are sure not weather-tight, walkin' stiffly 'til I'm supple, cravin' you with all my might. Passing by a yellow homestead, Mary beckons me inside, coffee with a neighbour sure beats 'have a nice day,' as your guide. Larry's tendin' to the cats, I swear he loves 'em like they's kin, three are heathy, full of mischief, fourth one needs some doctorin'. Not just coffee, but some bacon, hashed browns and a mess o' eggs, community, and gracious livin' set this boy back on his legs. She won't let me leave without a great big hug, a kiss, a treat, and a pack of cigs from Larry make my gloomy day replete! I'm still longin' for my sweetheart, phantom kisses, hugs and such, but with this couple's downhome carin' it don't seem to hurt as much!
Time tells us we've not long Except my time with you Moments slow down and I hold on To all my time spent with you I know we have our ways That hinder us from letting go And clinging to just each other For fear that heartache will show But baby please understand when I say You've captured me heart and soul Your inner strength and emotion send chills down my spine My affection for you can only grow I want us to be happy Consistently day by day Let's work through any issues And hear what each other intends to say Actions speak louder than words And my actions will prove true Just give me your trust and devotion I'll do nothing but respect and honor you
First loves are precious The memories burn The faces are there Wherever you turn The sweet memory Of tasty first kiss How moist the lips felt How full of pure bliss The mad beating heart About to explode Unable to cope… With this overload The look in the eyes That can quickly melt The caressing hand Making passion felt As sweet as all this Can be to the soul It is the last love That can make one whole The last love that speaks Of tender regard That will be there to aid When the way gets hard The last kiss of love When life ebbs away A promise to meet On that blessed day Last love is tender It knows where it's been It has loved and loved Through thick and through thin Last love has reason Not flighty but real Based on decision Not just what you feel My first kiss burned you My second was sweet My last one, darling Will be the best treat First love is silver The last one is gold On tried and true love My heart is now sold Eileen Manassian Ghali
Keepers of the "Man Cave" A revelation dawned today I've seen the refuge built Where the boy in a man be saved Sandbox space with trucks arrayed Standing guard your sacred forts Battles wars and raids dissuade Your hearts from changing their course Keepers of the "Man Cave" Protectors of cyber space Guarding testosterone sanctuaries This teenage "sacred place" Slaying your dragons on congenial battleground Plastic guns hunt the miles cross hemispheres Where the sound of "what the hell" resound Joyfully filling the hours of your years Keepers of the "Man Cave" Fantasy football and Game Day paraphernalia Seduction and booze hanging on your walls Left women thinking it was life dysplasia When in truth it's not that at all The weight you carry O'the strain of man Under constant burdens fearful you'll f a l l When In the joy of being boys you could stand Keepers of the "Man Cave" Filled with reminders to be young Hotties looking desirously toward you Your reprieve from things still undone Some of us know and even understand Your right to the "Man Cave" anomaly And the necessity for which it stands The place to bear up under all life demands Keepers of the "Man Cave" Your work it never ends And on YOU your family relies Your eyes and shoulders shrouded in strength But it's a long row to hoe for you guys So when the weary comes to patronize Let the boy in you have his day It's a right of passage signified A man can stand if he's given to play Keepers of the "Man Cave" Keep guard against perilous fight For that boy in you keeps our man tender And in your arms all our world is right
I wouldn't think you need to be told how much I care. You've always known how much it meant that you were always there. You were there when I was hungry. You were there when I was cold. You were there when I was young, and I'll be there as we grow old. In a family full of turmoil. With a heart so full of pain. I always could take comfort from a visit with Aunt Jane. You've been the hand to guide me when I looked for someone near. I miss you since you've moved away. To me, you are so dear. I hope I can repay you for the precious gift of love you gave to me throughout my life. For you, I thank God above.
read it and heed it this is my warning take what you want but reap what you sow is eternity worth the price for what you think you may know you've given up on your life, your dreams you're left here standing hollowed where the strong have lead the weak have surely followed this body is your vessal this life is your open sea your hate and contempt shall leave you shackled forgiveness, this is truth, shall set you free this is my warning i heed unto thee you came into this life with good intent yet the life you lead is far more tainted to free thy soul thine must repent love your family for we are all but one do unto others as ye be done try to be happy... life is meant to be fun.
He is the great creator. The world's protector. The life changer. The love provider. I, one of His creations. Beneficiary of his protection. One whom He changed the situation. One who witnesses His great affection. He who suffered for others. He who is the son of our Father. He who makes us to be together. He who helps us forever. I who receive His salvation. I who is part of His legion. I who is lucky to be with His companion. I who will always make Him an inspiration.
And if they know not what they do The lonely weary souls Who share the common goal Imbibe a sense of disbelief They wander aimless through and through Panic stricken sullen Risen and the fallen Reality obscured by grief To make amends from me to you My proposition is Give solace and forgive What timeless would consider brief End excursion black and blue In the deepest ocean Swim through tears forgotten The joy we'll feel from such relief
By serene temple grounds, We kinsmen gather round; Say our prayers profound, Joss-stick fumes now surround. An unbroken chain spells, Heed the loud temple bells; Family ties weave tell In chanting trance that dwells. We come here to commune, Our prayer tokens tune; Let grateful hearts attune, Watch the smoky ash runes. Knowing the life we see, Seed common mystery, Poise of eternity, Stillness in harmony. Before life a sure feel, This mortal life a thrill; Then after life reveals An unending appeal. The soul comes round and round, Upon these earthly grounds; Life lives not lost but found In grace and light and sound. Learn then to purge all fear, For love seeds zest sincere; Live joy and peace that cheers, Life goes on in all spheres. The death of flesh transits, Life of another wit; Love poise in easy fit, Discern the truth in bits. Leon Enriquez 02 February 2015 Singapore
A pilgrim stood at an intersection of time and space Waiting for a sign, a revelation, some kind of saving grace Questions heavy as a millstone made him hang his head low Wondering why the heavens are silent; why it is sadly so The melody of a song suddenly reached his ear It was soothing, dissipating dark clouds of fear He forgot about his questions and worries for an instant In that moment joy and happiness from him were not so distant The music filled him, vibrating, shaking his every cell This ecstasy lasted till the sudden tolling of a funeral bell To make it stop he ran to the temple and pushed open the door But by then the melody was gone, and he could hear it no more "No, no! It couldn't have gone, it couldn't have died!" "Give me back my hope, my faith!" desperately he cried The sound of death was too loud, harsh and strong But to listen with the heart one can never go wrong The joyous melody was always there – now he knew It never left him, away from him It never flew It was the symphony of death with its barbarous beat Trying to hide It - hoping that they two would never meet
You're much too proud to answer Don't want to appear too keen But every single message sent Has a check mark…meaning "seen"! Won't start up conversations You won't ask me how I've been You keep it all under wraps But my messages are….."seen"! You won't come out and say it But I know you've checked the screen You answer what's in my eyes For my messages you've "seen"! Sometimes I get so angry I resolve myself to wean From writing all my feelings… But then the message comes…"seen"! And so I keep on writing Though you TRY to act so mean At the end of every day All my messages are….."seen"! Eileen Manassian Ghali
You don't want to love me, You're scared of giving in. Just don't want to take the leap - Because of where you've been. You don't want to love me - Because it's far too real. Because you know how hard you'd fall, If you let yourself feel. You don't want to love me, You're scared you're not enough. You think we would fall apart When times in life got tough. You don't want to love me, I'm too close of a friend. I'm different than the others - Territory where you've never been. In all your reasons not to, In pushing me away, In denying how you feel - I think you've loved me every day.
You're the something different in me That just can't be explained And the comfort that I cling to When the world is pouring rain You're the the music in my laughter And You healed my eyes to see You're the gentleness that's in my soul You're all that's good in me You were there with me when life began And You've held me when life ends You remember every bedtime prayer You are my first best friend You've dried so many tears With all the things that I've been through And chased them with such cheerful laughs Because You knew I'd need those too And we've gone past second chances About a million times ago You have always been my champion You never let me go You've pulled me safe through things I didn't know I could survive And somehow used them for your glory When I'm on the other side You've shown me grace in portions That I surely don't deserve And you've kept every promise In every letter of your word I've never been alone a moment, Because with me is where you are... And I will love no one like you for all my life You will always be my first love Because I don't deserve You But You loved me anyway I will love no one like You for all my life
I'm a man who goes through time by toasting away the present. I'll neither wine or dine unless I'm seen a peasant. I'll raise my glass to health: to fortune and good faith. I'll cherish those with laughter who love me without scathe. I'll heed a joyful dancer who floats my spirit close. And thank the God above for grace in greater dose. To bed I'll say my prayers. The futures in my hands. ...but thanks goes to the lord who includes me in his plans.
What we believe is important Even more important is the One in whom we believe Father Christ started Catholic or Roman Catholic Be careful with whom started what you believe 4102013
A black-haired dirty thinker your words invade my head; where lust and thirst become me and love will see me dead. Your body build a sailing ship. Your keel at my back. Your nods upon the ocean- my death from your attack. A bum to form a segment. A fruit as firm as day. A touch to stun the surface. A helm to clear the way.
The devil seeks trouble Like a roaring lion Devours double We are God's scion Stlye after the writer George Herbert...
. In the hospital wanting you At night thinking of you_awake For how many hours and long days Will be glad to be home_goodness sake Hello poetry soup have_missed you The long seconds seem to just crawl In the hospital room no wind Trapped within these four gray plain wall Alone this one woman_one man All the staff here has been so kind But this is not where I want to be Suffocation plays on my mind Life has a trap_caught in its ways What a story to sing and tell How when one truly does love The story of life always ends well
Your eggrolls aren't dry. Your eggrolls aren't wet. You say they're just right. like it's some sort of threat. You hand me an eggroll along with a plum sauce. I can tell you're still mad as your eyes start to uncross. This time there's no bag. could it be a small hint. Is it time to say sorry for that eye with a glint. It's a fresh tasty eggroll. Not too dry; nor to wet. It's your present to me with my thanks and my debt. I can never repay you for the food you confect. but more than your eggrolls it is you that's perfect.
So swiftly our passage brief, Our old house looks lonely sad; Now like a stranger I grief Upon the place once most glad. Just way back when we lived here, Yet now we know sad refrains; There is a space for lost cheer That struggles to come again. New mail keeps trail to old place, I spy that old window view; Reminders of that old space Where birdsong trance fondly cued. My caretaker friend greets me, Watch happy nostalgia free; Coming back makes me cheery Yet tinged with melancholy. We chat and he tells me tales, Updates with sanguine new bites; Who's doing what as complaints wail, We laugh upon silly swipes. So much have changed since your time, He tells me about his pains; I hurl old reasons in rhyme, Take it easy with disdain. Indifference marks the mood, Complaints seem mostly petty; I try to make him see good, Work to upkeep things calmly. So from time to time I call, Check upon his company; Sit with tea as chat installs, Fond laughter fits melody. Here's to you my good old friend, Who made things yet more breezy, Then as Nicole Green felt grand When simple life was easy. The love we found in that house Is more than enough for each; Now here, I sit, stare and browse, Visualise days wealthy rich. The places we call home fill, Linger in sweet memories; We may leave them but still feel Fond swirls and twirls tell stories. Leon Enriquez 18 December 2014 Singapore
WHENEVER COMES WHENEVER Whenever life seems like a tumultuous insurrection Whenever living begins chasing me Whenever it attempts to erase me I always run in the same direction Whenever denial defies my ample need Whenever a festering sore begins to bleed Whenever I feel like an outcast from a righteous breed I fly for the same heading with ferocious speed Whenever the sun is conquered by the rain Whenever pride is negated by disdain Whenever by hopelessness hopefulness is slain I run to the same source to heal my pain Whenever I feel as though I cannot tread another misery laden mile Whenever beauty begins to vie with the vile Whenever boredom keep the shadow stuck in one point on a sun dial I chart a course wherein I am rewarded by a smile Whenever stagnation or stupidity prevents me from doing what I know how to do Whenever frightening are the tarot cards that I drew Whenever I awake to the promise of a sky that won't ever turn blue I run to my only source of confirmed comfort which is you © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Don't ever think I've forgotten Or that somehow I do not care I wonder what's become of you And the reason you're never there Don't ever think I don't wonder How you spend your day and night I do hope and pray you are well And that your life is filled with light Don't ever think that I'm indifferent Take my silence to mean I'm cold I'm afraid that my words will betray And you'll think I'm brazen, bold Don't ever think I don't read Every single line that you write I read, I go over and ponder My heart troubled in the night I am certain that you are aware That I hold you in high esteem You're good, judicious, and kind Yet you've forgotten how to dream For now I must keep my distance And sometimes I just want to weep That my traitor mind works against me But my heart your m'mory will keep Eileen Manassian Ghali
So what's up? She asked, Turning Dave down. It's me once again Please Dear, don't frown And don't laugh too much either At the worst thing for sure I got from your haystack Seems there's still yet no cure. About your Mom... She won't answer my letter But you wouldn't have anything to do with that Could you help and make it better? So how long's it been? She asked, Not really knowing. Too many moons Oh dear, perhaps I should be going 'though let's hang on a bit longer Since we don't talk real much Anything I can do for you? Should we try to stay in touch? Do you need some help for something That you and yourself can't handle? For the sake of los gemelos Do you ever light a candle? So where've you been? She asked, Too tired to fight the yawn. Oh here and there and all over Yes Dear, someday we'll yak 'til dawn But, do you have enough to live on? And your children are they well? Is there a man to fix the broken things? It's okay for you to tell. Oh well, you're sleepy now You need to go to bed Sweet dreams to make you happy, Dear After the line goes dead.
There's something from the Chinese that's called the poor man's fortune. when back in the beginning was thought of as misfortune. My story starts with Sally Trac A waitress in a chain. One courteous and generous that no one would call vain. Each day would be a badgering where Sally'd pester me. and I'd return the pestilence Our humor running free. I'd order up a coffee milked. A coffee Sally'd make. The moment came up often as the days turned into wake. In sipping it I'd soon relax; when tapped upon the shoulder. And turn around where Sally'd be Her smile come close as bolder. An outreached hand to beckon me presented me with cookies. Them broken and no fortunes, as if to come from bookies. Without their guidance I was lost unless you count their portions. For Sally giving cookies free would be the poor man's fortune.
Angels in the winds High above the waters In a land not forsaken By God's own gracious hand. I count the glowing windows As I pass them in the night Rows of little beacons Showing me there is life. Moments of comfort, I am at peace In the silence of the darkness As angels watch over me.
You will never meet him Never embrace Never have a meaningful conversation Never lovingly kiss his face You will never touch him Never tangle your fingers in his hair Never realize his dreams Or exchange a loving stare And because he rejected you You've reshaped him as something you could despise And brought a vendetta upon his family Waging a war of bitter, empty lies And yet, he is so much more Than your limited mentality could create The jagged, pathetic lines of jealousy Put limitations in their place Yet, you desire what you call a monster You have lost at your own game And he will never forgive you Never hear you speak his name You hold him hostage to your dreams Try to rob him of happiness and wealth Disgust him with your obsessions But the biggest victim you've created is yourself
Listen for meaning, Meaning in seeing, Seeing true being, Being in becoming. Listen for a voice, Voice that claims bold choice, Choice in crystal poise, Poise that must ever rejoice. Listen to the light, Light that feeds plain sight, Sight in cheery flight, Flight that feelings turn right. Listen for a flow, Flow in fiery glow, Glow that calm now grows, Grows as wise finesse shows. Listen to the soul, Soul that knows a whole, Whole beyond twin poles, Poles offering clear roles. Listen to a theme, Theme for haunting dream, Dream that puzzles scheme, Scheme in taunting extreme. Listen for a sign, Sign in distinct finds, Finds that fit design, Design in merge of minds. Listen and follow, Follow that hollow, Hollow in marrow, Marrow that feels swallow. Listen if you must, Must adjust your trust, Trust in weary dust, Dust that knows empty rust. Leon Enriquez 04 November 2014 Singapore
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
Alluring are all these things in life in which one may become fond in adoring Calling upon all to climb up on their own stage; free will regardless of the age When it comes to receiving nothing in life grants you knowledge more than does reading Engage in life to gain experience this sets up a phase, be your own sage Those of you who can come to understand now is the time climb up out of the sand Tuning into one's own inner yang, requires one to hear the bells when the ring Believing that you sit in his right hand one comes to realize that life is grand It all depends on the choice of words which you cling they display the song you sing The Creator always comes to your aide, no matter your individual grade A clue to each and every perversion exist inside all culprits arson The sound of the first grenade is the signal to the enemy; begin the raid The soul is the intent to blacken in the words discharged by these evil dragons In there attempt to acquire all things delicious they embrace the devious If one does want to recognize their spin, all you have to is see how they grin Why they stay so furious, their will belongs to all things they find desirous Failing to see their despicable yin leads all down the path of committing sin There will be way far too few able to pay the bill on the last day it is due After relentless tearing your soul will continue its everlasting searing After you realize that there has been a coup you will not all be able to sue Tortured and tormented you are now filet and sauteed burning without ending ***** For the "Word Game Contest" sponsored by Catie Lindsey****
Stroll into those heart shaped portals of fire, Where civilizations of souls have and shall be set aflame there amidst love's fire; Each lover, a grain of sand in love land.
I hear the scream in every thought of every life on our world Which is tearing its self appart Few will hold it together so around by eachother we're twirled And I can't stop it breaking my heart
What's more passionate that closing dreamy eyes to lips that surrender... isn't it a lover's passion? Summer should be blamed, for the strong scent of its flowers that is inhaled while kisses are given, but that's the secret of every lover! In Fall days no longer seem eternal, as a lover's passion increases with the chill; perhaps their fire is more intense in this season... when warmth is denied by the parting sun! Leaves begin to fall and paths are adorned with loveliness, that's where all lovers stroll to rekindle the passions of by-gone seasons; and yet spring is their favorite. What's more intimate than caresses given by warm hands followed by a kiss? Isn't a lover's passion expressed gently as lips draw closer, to replenish what was lost in remote time as those yesterdays? Our desire is more than a mutual feeling, it lays its hope on faithfulness to revive that promise recited in revered silence as soft whispers; life will end, but this lover's passion never will!.
Today I walked down my church's aisle Through the meadow and round the bend The choir erupted in glorious sound Hearing birds their song to heaven send The sun on the water reflected A sweet rainbow of every hue As beautiful as any stained glass Piercing color, short lived but true My prayers drifted on gentle breeze His house alive with wild flowers I read from the book of living and Was cooled by the summer showers When at last he comes among us I think he might walk in this wood And speak to his waiting children "This I made for you...and it is good..."
Shadows stretch, and hungrily they gobble up the cold and homeless, Joe and Mary shiver, searching street fronts for some sign of meekness. Mary is pregnant, Joe is jobless, faith and hope belie their plight, all is dark, but wait, a flicker penetrates the inky night. Ken and Ted's auto repair shop, first to greet the business day, a welcome in with smiles and hugs, our supplicants have found a way, a refuge from the icy blackness, blankets and a warming brew revitalizes souls in torment, homemade biscuits, homemade stew. Daylight breaks, it's Christmas morning, Ken and Ted know time won't cease for squeaky fan belts, faulty starters, broken soul mates seeking peace. German shepherds watch in awe as Mary's baby cries and sputters, workers give what they can muster, "Praise the Lord!" the 'midwife' utters. A lowly place, a sacred mission celebrated there this day, Joe and Mary ever thankful, all God's Children kneel and pray.
I knew I loved you the very day we met our God and Father showed me a heart I'll not forget it doesn't matter how far you are away my words will always my thoughts of you betray I have plunged into your thoughts like a pail within a well dived within their depths where your realities do dwell if I had not these things in you ever seen no love from me would I you ever bring I'll never support injustice or those unmerciful and mean the things that engage me the qualities of our King to hold the scepter one must fulfill imperial Law not written in stone but upon the hearts its draw Ever am I aware of my need for you a character so solid whose strength can see me through to remain with me you must learn the paths of Truth ever seek Jahs guidence leave the errors of your youth Did you not know that I would be sent to you or believe the answer to your prayer was true I confess I never thought to find any who would hold onto my heart in the way you do God will never let you near me till you understand the cost to resurrect a true love from your former life be crossed exclusive devotion in unity and a bond of one to glory in each other like our Father and his Son You are outstanding no man I know compares to you there is acuity in everything that you pursue a self awareness that the majority have lost but that pursuit of itself has had its own cost I want to tell you I love you and will never part want you by my side not just living in my heart I shall never find another who is the like of you the gems within your heart they are what me drew Awake Awake oh sleeper dreaming in the dust you must die to hatred rise in Love you must there is a price for True Love most here not willing to pay so they settle for just anything that gets them through the day How many tears alone have you cried the feelings you do not share but hide kept the suffering and afflictions untouched inside left to yourself because your trust had died I offered you this gift but you turned me away but it is still remaining like the light of day it was made just for you thats where it does belong to deny something so precious is not just but wrong But this is how we grew up the World in which we live dedicated to the pursuit of self from ones heart don't give like Christ we keep on waiting for you to return our Love there is no greater Gift in Life a present from above source: Life and the Song of Solomon and the Words of Christ Jesus COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
What the Catholic faith Believes about Mother Mary Based on what it believes About Father Christ 4142013
DEATH ON DAD'S DAY dear dad, i know you can't read this now and i always wanted to apologize but never knew how and today it still remains the same because i alone accept all the blame you gave me the means and ways to be wealthy and rich and now, today, on father's day, life ain't noting but a ***** it bites, it stings and i can't say a word to ashes in an urn but in the end i know precisely where my soul will burn i put you through hell a thousand times or more you bailed me out of jail and still let me through your front door well now that door is no more and either are you and there's nothing a recalcatrant son can do i can't say i'm sorry to a ghost who haunts me to this day and since six months ago i grieve every single day all you wanted ever was a son you could be proud of and instead you got a villain who abused the word love so if you could only see my tears as i gaze back over the years i think you'd understand and believe that my only repentance is to wail, cry and grieve I LOVED YOU DAD AND I'M SORRY I COULDN'T FILL YOUR SHOES (c) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
I have painted a red sunset for a special valentine on the largest and finest canvas known to Mankind, with happy visions of lovers sailing on a ship dazzled by light, hoping that love will make their adventerous hearts bind! Come, sweetheart let's escape and dream, where this rose-petals-covered sea may lead, with your head resting on my shoulder, and my warm hands hands spread across your fast-beating heart...to revive romance! I have honored the memory of this Cupid's day with sweet intent, with something that will outlast beauty and time, and without a signed name to identify its artist... they will gess who he was and feel how intense was his desire! Let's sit on the deck and watch the parade of the erogenous stars, and each of them is a dream that will be revealed by fate as kisses inflamed by passion, make love more intense and pleasurable... nothing we'll be withheld, or left unsaid in these embraces so sentimental! I have painted a red sunset for a special Valentine, for that one deserving recognition as a token of my endless gratitude; and my dedication will unveil the scope of my amplitude... cherish it, lover to remind you of someone whose love was too sublime!
Ducked below the counter retrieving cans of pop, Sally hidden from our view; the counter lined on top. Seven rootbeer, thirteen cola three in gingerale. Some are red, some in blue, some are green and pale. Pressed together warm with gas grouped in every label. Sally careful not to drop or bang to keep them stable. A list of sodas penciled down on just a scrap of paper as Sally fills her wanted list and adds them as they taper. A stubby fridge for holding pop; it's glass door sealed cool. As Sally tugs to pull the handle; and acts more like a mule. On opening she sees their place and soon begins to stock. She fills each hole to face them up and sorts them block by block. The fridge is full; the job is done; it's shut and sealed in peace. And Sally steps behind the counter to see her sales increase.
IF ONLY I know we have so much to share and so many essential facts to bare sometimes it seems as if we share the same heart and if only we weren't born so far apart we correspond with words typed on a page and my admiration for her is quite difficult to gauge somehow it's as if she knows what i'm going to say but alas, we grew up so far away women have come and gone so soon some took the big dipper, some the moon but this lady, and I don't know why has now returned to me the entire sky darkness loomed above me all day long and i would hide my feelings but i'm not that strong it really doesn't matter because i'm familiar with defeat and it's a shame we never met or will ever meet © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
She glowed as I grew nearer to knowing her the better. The Devil take her soul that I as much not met her. Yet still her heart cried out. Her fever I remember. Her many stifled thoughts. Her brain a silent member. The time it took it's toll. No interest of concern. Were she my beckon call then nothing I would learn. Then shock of moving forward to leaving my own fate. My head upon the bread board. A slicing for my mate. The Devil looked the happy. Deception my first thought. I'd hit the ground while running My future in a knot. My God a man of words appeared to say go on. My fight began from there. The rose leading to dawn. The days have left me weary. My memories almost gone. There's comfort in my knowing I'm waiting as am drawn. ...and love a passing thought that anywhere she be... My love will always count should she come back to me.
Arched as a Gothic Temples dome, Arched as the wood of Cupid's bow, Arched as the back of Atlas bent, The rainbow stretched from end to end. Full of goodness, God and Goddess, Each new dew-drenched droplet wreathing, The checkered hills and bulwark cliffs Where mans myth and mystery sleep. No pot of gold, or leprechaun, Could transform splendor to compare, To the crystalline colored pallet Which lay languid in morning's air. Full of glory to the highest, Each bright prism particle paired, With all creation's precious hues Dancing, dreamily in the air.
The Buddha lost his mother in the act of giving birth. Then ran out on his father and all his worldly worth. He seperated from his wife and abandoned his own child. Then broke up with his friends to go out in the wild. The Buddha now a stranger Who's ties were cut in half who left his friends and family taught us how to laugh. I wrote this poem to show the Buddha was a hypocrit. What I should also say is that you may HAVE to lose the very thing your after to gain it back or just to keep it.
I reckon I'd let a seed speak for itself. Too often though, it doesn't flower.
Eternal God is preparing A new dwelling A new earth In which righteousness dwells 4142014 CCC no. 1048
Owe no man anything but love, And pay off all your debts; And when you give, give from the heart, And all you give, forget. Be willing just to lend your aid, To anyone in need. Don't worry 'bout your recompense, Or tally your good deeds; For that just leads to selfish pride, And generates contention, And paves the way for much discord, And clouds the spirit's vision; But look ahead at all the things, The Father's done for you, And all the things He's doing now, And all that He will do. Then ask yourself what you can do, To show appreciation, For all that you've received, No Charge, Save love and veneration. "OWE NO MAN ANYTHING SAVE LOVE, FOR HE WHO LOVES HIS NEIGHBOR HAS FULFILLED THE LAW." Romans 13:8 "WHATSOEVER YE DO UNTO EVEN THE LEAST OF THY BRETHREN, YE DO IT ALSO UNTO ME." Matthew 25:40
Thanksgiving Day will soon be here. Our thanks list we prepare. Forgive us for the grief we feel At one more empty chair. You never promised we'd be free Of sorrow and of woe. You pledged only you'd be with us As through the trials we go. At each sad step we took, dear Lord We felt you by our side. We are grateful for your presence In all the times we've cried. Now although we are all missing His presence and his smile, We are thankful that you lent him For just that little while. Our hearts are full of thankfulness For all things You have given. And for the one whom we so loved, Who's with you now, in Heaven.
The doctor found me and tapped me on the shoulder. She said I'd better hurry, that you were fading fast. I had gone for coffee. You had drifted off to sleep. I guess I really didn't believe, our forever wouldn't last. I took a breath outside your door, and then pushed it open. It was stupid. A breath couldn't stop my hands from shaking. Your dad had said your mom had needed to see him strong. How strong can a rock be, a tear away from breaking? You're lying there, frail as a doll made out of china. I saw your eyelids flutter as I walked over to the bed. You asked who's there. I said, it's just me sweet baby. Then took your hand, wishing I were dying instead. I lied, when you asked if it has suddenly got colder. When you said, everything around you was growing dim. I shook my head, and said it's just getting a little cloudy. You know how cold and wet this spring weather has been. You said rain is good for your garden, then mouthed come closer. I could barely feel your breath, as it brushed against my ear. You whispered, Honey don't forget to weed my roses. Remember, their all supposed to be in bloom this year. I go to say, don't worry. I'll take good care of your babies. But the words get drowned inside my broken mind. You're gone, and God how I wish I was going with you. Half a heart, half a love, should never have to stay behind. I never really knew how much I truly loved you. Now I know how cold it can get, when the fire's finally gone. How hard it is to take a breath, when the air is rare and thin. I thought I knew how much I truly loved you. I was wrong.
How beautiful you look tonight against the setting sun No greater vision have I seen so lovely my JeDonne A golden silhouette I see now captured for all time Like photographs we look back on forever in my mind An artist would give all to see what I behold right now He'd know it was a masterpiece if he could paint somehow JeDonne it seems the sun now waits refusing to depart How glorious and wonderful you've even seized his heart
The heart and mind battles with faith and hope entwined. Each heart has hope for faith with empowerment for glory. Our minds analyses factual existence, He gave us both, heart and mind, choice the different guidance. quatrain form in a poulter's measure style for Brians contest.
For every good work Every indly thought Or tiny act of helpfulness Eternal God gives a reward 4112014
Thin thistle Sally as tall as bread. Spirit and charm her senses. Black silky hair covers her head as light coming off her suspense's. A pin of a woman on top her feet defying to ever be knocked. A curse to that culprit who ever would. A punishment them to be docked. Her body dared leaning into the wind. A soul bent with vengeance for right. A pride left for offspring and all who follow. An icon for which you would fight.
The right of every man to follow his conscience In choosing and practicing his religion Acknowledgement of religions are not saying That all religions are equal or equally true 11302011
Now and again, Vivid wit saves; Mundane feeds plain The dreary waves. Here and there seed Such edgy plots; Crazy can feed Both form and lot. Routine chores fill The moments here; A weary will Rubs away cheer. Be willing now To change old ways; Rise then somehow To greet new say. Words can sparkle With clever choice; Worth can dazzle With stylish poise. Think a fond write As feel funds lines; Feel a clear cite That flavours fine. Be true to heart That feels grand touch; Begin and start To echo much. A vivid poise Can style a pace; A lovely voice Can channel grace. Leon Enriquez 26 January 2015 Singapore
Must have the Sacrament of Holy Eucharist Attend Sunday mass A person may not receive communion Until absolved from Mortal or Venial sin 04052014
In the end it is I who will pay For the things I do and words I say The road ahead is full of bends It is I who will pay in the end In every bend there is a fork When I stutter I feel like a dork There is a message I hope to send There is a fork in every bend I love to be what you need Lord I see myself as your seed I confess so the world can see What you need I love to be Use my life Lord as you will Teach me how to think and feel You are first and then my wife Lord as you will use my life
Simply for sake of conversation, On one chilling, dark December evening, I challenged my son to one-on-one; Time offered me the reason. Spotlights glaring...hours playing, My tall, gaunt black-haired boy, Submitting his secrets on that day, Love I willingly offered to my boy. That red cobblestone alley...two lives altered, Girls...friends...not friends...music ~ we discussed; Countless questions...answers with integrity performed, Honesty I offered...conquering trust. So many demons surround us, Fresh snow...digressive days When I search for him as the wind argues before and behind us, My heart shall find my son in that alley... I love you, Tyler. Mom xo
I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High. I will praise the heaven's out loud, With my pen until my life ink runs dry. I will exclaim to be Your steward, And with You, I dwell in happiness. I will honor the way I was created, For my lifetime, I am divinely blessed. I will write with that same joy, I will be glad and rejoice in You. I will stay in the course I trek, And meditate on Psalm 9:2. _______________________ Psalm 9:2 Inspired by Brian's Contest
Lessening of the love of Eternal God On our heart Making us less worthy of His help Weakening of the power to resist mortal sin
Rebuilding what was torn down might take endless effort, and it can be definitely done without recalling the hurt. To visualize it again, it's putting together the ideas that started it in adolescence... will it be the same dream as then? Some achievers build it as a bricklayer does: brick by brick... until it is clearly conceived, to amaze themselves who strongly believed. Rebuilding what was torn down by malevolent forces takes firm belief, and with my defiant courage it will have life again: breathing as I breath with much sought relief. Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
He was crucified by the Romans with the sharpest nails by the will of an angry mob; did anyone hear Jesus's sob? Pilate refused to find him guilty and washed his hands. Betrayed by Peter, hated by rebellious Barabbas; whipped at every fall, He patiently carried that cross to Calvary, but a kind, humble woman felt much pity for Jesus and with a clean cloth wiped off his blood as an act of mercy! And dragging His heavy cross through the narrow streets of chaotic and uncompassionate Jerusalem, someone, who had heard him preach about God's Kingdom, picked up his cross and relieved some of the pain and sorrow! Many believed Him to be the Christ, but the envious Pharisees did not, and accusing him of blasphemy, they mocked him... not noticing how the April sky was becoming dim! He was laid in an empty, cold tomb amid palm trees and stones and on the third day, as Jesus promised the twelve disciples; He miraculously rose...ascending the heavenly throne, where God the Father handed Him the glorious crown!
without so much as... Thinking back on that spring day you walked out of my front door without so much as "see ya later" "I'll be around", or just "goodbye" I never thought about it back then I just naturally assumed on return and picking up where we'd left off that morning you went into the world It's logical to assume the future will be much the same as the past so out you went to do your thing without as much as a quick look back "It's a dangerous business going out your front door" * the attitude is to be an optimist and look forward to what's in store The thing is you didn't return The thing is that I don't know what you thought that day you left The thing now I miss, is just you More aware now of the "now" of things that our time together is precious mindful of what the future may bring knowing expectation isn't portentous Whether esteemed colleague or close friend, whether daughter, son, husband, or wife, we never know what providence will send to take that ally from our lives A simple advice is to mindfully remember in the now, to express aloud your heart forget angst, set aside hurry, quell bad temper just tell 'em you love 'em, as you part © Goode Guy 2012-06-21 for Pepper * J. R. R. Tolkien - The Hobbit
Rising power beheld from the sea. Universally centered on humanity, Dispelling the wages of war and sin, As phoenix arrives, a new world will begin.
Smiles and happy memories Laughing til we cry Silly things you'd say to me Learning how to fly A perfect summer spent with you Us riding in your car Being side by side those days Becoming who we are Walking in dark places We became each other's light The constant in a spinning world Made everything all right A bond that seemed unlikely To everyone we knew We are so very different That it surprised us too You taught me to be stronger By building on my strengths You pointed out the best in me While pushing to my lengths And in that way you changed me Alterations so complete That I can barely recognize Who I used to be I couldn't help but notice How you became so free Your smile was so infectious To everyone you'd see Such a precious chapter In the story of my life I'll hold on to it with all I am I'll carry you inside While struggling to let go of it Dealing with the change Knowing there's a reason But wanting things to be the same And while i'm sad its over I'm thankful that it was I was blessed to meet you In that i'll always trust
Lay your head down precious one And dry your eyes right now For dreams of happy endings Will be coming anyhow The rains will stop, that much we know Though we may not know how So walk ahead to dryer ground Where my love will abound Know that when you're all alone I've never been more near And when you think I'm gone from you I'm holding you, my dear The nights will pass before you know The sun will rise once more I'll be with you in the sunshine And with you in the storm In the sunshine, in the rain Just look up to the sky And wish you may and wish you might And to you, I will fly I'll never leave you, never go Where you can't find me there Just look inside your heart to find The love we share
In plain fine lines A poise unseen A touch divine In unseen wind In formless feel A choice discerns A touch that heals In sure concern In cheery waves A voice calls me A fragrance saves In heart set free In murmur heard A cleansing touch A living word In feel as such In wonder here A pulse that sums A sign that steers In fond outcome In ample frame A psalm that springs A lovely name In wordless ring In just a while A complete rhyme A visual style In endless time Leon Enriquez 09 Apr 2014 Singapore
He speaks with so much trust and love it hurts, Leaving her so mindless and shattered everything is now nothing. She feels the world revolved only around him, Keeping her so intact that she bows down as if it was nothing. We all now see her as a follower who's mind has been warped, To the views of love that is not shown. One movement of disagreement and he knocks her into shock and sadness, Left with the thoughts of pain and regrets from her heartbreaking moans. Only i feel sorry, and only i hate to see her look unhappy, Others can't stand, nor ever will they care anymore of her pain. & only i give in to let her know i am there to listen, To try and keep her spirits high & remain sane. He brings her gifts to try and apologize for his mistakes, & after all that has been said, seemed to go out the other ear, She runs to him with tears and relief, Now i have great fears for her and no doubt that she will come back with more Bruises and tears.
Tend your lad with kindness and love, For he is as innocent as a turtle dove, Afford him toys though he does break, But keep bottles, blades high or above. He must be bold, and he must be told, That an honest character is the real gold, He must learn to waddle with patience, Through the waters either hot or cold. Let him happily do whatever he may like, Teach him to ride a horse or a motorbike, Taunt him no more, nor use words harsh, Let him enjoy well while he goes for a hike. Coax him not when the school bells ring, When he sleeps let him embrace and cling, You feed his mouth with the lawful bread, Then expect him to rise heights of a king. Sow seed of love and harvest lovely corn, Kindness bears a rose, harshness a thorn, Friends! Argue not, it is undoubtedly true, The cat has neither any hoof nor any horn.
Your friendship is a treasure I value very much No matter where we go in life I know we'll stay in touch I wish the very best for you much joy and happiness I'll say a prayer for you each day to help you on your way And when you need me I'll be there I'll run to be with you You'll always be inside my heart our bond is strong and true
To love is to learn To discover choice, Patience to discern Focus and sure poise. To love can be hard In unpleasant seas, When harshness retards To upset fully. To love can deplete Sense of inner peace, For times less concrete Can break precious ease. To love can be tough In wild agony, When going gets rough In sure anxiety. To love demands more Than you bargain now, For problems galore Undo the fine vows. To love is to know That you dare to live, In bad times that show Despite all you give. To love is to dare To live fond affair, To live life most bare In good and bad air. To love is to be A man who stands tall, Who can truly see Pain and misery. To love is to gain A love that fits all, To live not in vain, To rise when you fall. To love is to tend To pain and sorrow, To be a true friend To weak and hollow. Leon Enriquez 13 February 2015 Singapore
Hello! Jesus, my old friend I've come to talk to you again To receive blessings in early mornin' light After the night No longer in a world of silence The sun rises once again From distance shores of other men The sky holds dreadlocks of dark grey But can't keep the Son away My tears as rain comes down For all the world's evil around In this mornin' silence Hello! Jesus, come again__ fill my heart Let me weep and not condemn Show me what I can do I want my life to count so for you' In this world of silence The birds to you sing their praise Thank you Father for today Thank you so for all the food For the sun and the moon For the glories of the sky Then the crows crawing near-by The changing colors of the sky For the sound of silence The crows are so distrubed Are they greeting the sun with words As it's changing the sky from night With colors so gloriously bright The sky's sun casting magenta on the dreadlock clouds Crows singing very loud To the sound of silence Are the timber cutters disturbing The crow's roost Those silhoeutted trees against the rose tinted clouds Of the mornin' blue sky That lift arms of praise to the sky In the sound of silence Roosters begin their tune of love The tune that you gifted them to sing In the mornin' silence Ocean wave charcoal clouds Jet streak going through Mornin' silence is distrubed with a noise In the mornin' silence Clouds have changed to golden sand Sun has risen again soon to heat the earth Restoring leaves to green the trees In the sound of silence
This is written for my love The one that I hold above Precious as a newborn kitten For my love this is written We make a perfect team As we live out our dream Nothing left to forsake A perfect team we make I am blessed to have you Our love strong and true Your love I do caress To have you I am blessed You are my dearest friend Always with an ear to lend My life's brightest star My dearest friend you are
Be willing now To find your place Right here somehow In time and space. Be willing then To see things clear Here, there and when To frame good cheer. Be willing to Do what it takes To win and woo Fond joy you make. Be happy here To see the light That offers cheer In fight or flight. Be happy still Despite the pains That challenge will In strive and strain. Be happy now To live fine zest As you know how To forge your best. And in the end, Just start again To voice your trends With joy's refrain. And as you start, Just know the end Deep in your heart What soul intends. Leon Enriquez 06 August 2014 Singapore
How wrong is the notion than having two great loves... doesn't make a heart absorb what it immensely adores. My natural motherland is that southern European country kisses by the warm waves of the Mediterrean sea, where a great empire rose and conquered others, only defeated by the barbarians like the Huns. My adopted motherland was discovered by Columbus, who with three ships sailed the Atlantic Ocean confidently, hoping to find a route to India, the land of spices and mystery... and he thought all along it he had found it without any loss. The first one made a dreamer out of me overnight, and inspired me with her breathtaking landscapes and skies; who has ever see Mount Vesuvius throught a teenager's eyes, and be somewhat moved by the magnificent sight? The second one nourished my erring and poetic spirit so sensible: seeing snow-capped mountains, green vallies and sun-drenched canyons; there all thoughts fled to find inspiration...like kids playing with crayons, attempting to draw with ingenuity images very awesome and beautiful. These two countries are loved by me as I loved sweet mother; the old one holds her strict religious values and the other has more realistic freedom, not suggesting to quickly discard one, and embrace the other; I will definitely love them both and honor their flags with the joyful beats of my drum. How happy and grateful I am to have had these friends fulfilling my worthiness that daily shaped my character and broadened my avenues towards success.
My heart has many chambers To some you have never been Some you easily enter Some only a few have seen Each chamber has a purpose Each holds a cherished one Some inner chambers have locks Some outer chambers have none I decide who is welcome I know who brings joy or pain Some have been told they must leave Others I've begged to remain Some want to have just a peek To know what I keep inside Others want to belong there They want a place to reside My heart's chambers are cozy The walls are sturdy and bright They lure many a traveler Who long to bask in the light Inside the depths of my heart There is a an enchanted room Magic and passion live there Much larger than life they loom Their shadows play on the floor Their whispers promise delight I implore YOU to enter Only you…by day or night I grant you this room's key Lock tightly this secret door I'll be at your beck and call You won't have to beg for more. Forget the other chambers Forget who has come before Just now…this moment…this night What wonders I have in store! I'll dress you in my passion I'll fulfill your every whim You'll want to be my captive The world outside will seem dim! My heart has many chambers Each one is a special place But my heart of hearts is yours On every wall is your face!
We are like men crazed by hunger sick of church but hungry for God this emptiness cannot be mended by mud this dark, breastless church fuels our anger Desperate we pursue madly his grace running after his seemingly eluding prescence we live lives emptied of lies & silly pretences that we may intimately see him face to face We hunger after his peace, power & glory we tire of inspiring orators selling hope we tire of enduring & trying to just cope we desire to rewrite history with our story We are crazed men set free by his Spirit we begin afresh to live above & beyond the realm of strive we are transformed into he whom we see Madly in love we are at last a prophecy of God that has come to past
Why is it that so many seek transformation through pain? Does not beauty, joy, faithfulness, transform in a gentler vane? One seeks to know righteousness why foray forth in pain? Seek softer lessons giving learned make kindness your refrain. Why tarry on the darker side live fully in the Light. Do not let despair take harsh hold blind agony with Sight. Accept as gift this teaching learn don't sojourn in the dark. Just hold on tight to memory You light the Holy Spark.
Mitochondrial Eve spinning the moon without interruption or supervision. Stars sail across the sky without time as she is both mother and midwife. Primordial Eve in infinite density. Infinitesimally small, a ball of power a witness to it all, as all abilities to predict the future break down. She was there with the molten soup; the black iron core glowing blood red. The syrupy mixture of elements spirit, earth, fire, wind, and water. Kharithana exhaled into existence into Lucy our African humanity. Silently witnessing the dawn of spring the azalea blossoms, the buzzing insects. Everything comes alive when Kharithana opens her eyes at sunrise to capture that moment when the first golden ray caps the mountain range and forms a lining. Thus when Kharithana yawns, stretches out her arms, like the big bang my heart becomes a beating drum, synapses snap and my quantum capillaries rediscover the meaning of life.
Don't despair tomorrow's promise Justified in your beliefs. Don't resign him 'Doubting Thomas' Seek his answers, seek relief. Mind is torn from fear to love Good to evil, black to white. Dual nature speaks thereof Lost in darkness, found in Light. I did meet this ancient soul. Joined his quest in perseverance. Claimed his virtue, I extol The need to push the disappearance Of the universe of which I claim no allegiance to. Heaven bound, his ride I hitch Where doubt is null, for Love is true. He did know the 'chosen' one Whose words revealed this mystery: Fallen angels, there are none All are Sacred, all are Free. *Inspired by "The Disappearance of the Universe" by Gary Renard.
When we were young we made a choice The moment we were born, To cast aside our innocence And so forever mourn. This heavy burden must be borne By those of us who seek, To follow those forgotten roads And shelter all the weak. For us we chose a grinding task, The highest of all goals, We chose to care for all mankind; To save their very souls. Now onward through the dying day We fight our way ahead, We killed for every step we took, With every step, we bled. When darkness comes and claims our lives, Us shepherds dead and gone, Who next shall rise and take our place, To lead the people on?
[To the city of Freeport Texas] Near diamond shaped and backyard small, a park that's barely wider than the trees it holds are tall. Where a warm gulf breeze rattles sleeping Palm-tree leaves composing a feral music filling ears with restful peace. A gazebo just off center beckons without words to say, caring for its sitters shade from a hot sun's ray. Where I sit in noisy silence from cars passing by enjoying tunes from wood birds like a love struck, male Magpie. A testament to city workers the grass there neatly mowed, the hedges forever trimmed their care and hard work shows. So I offered up a prayer (Interrupted by a Lark) God grant a grace of hours here at Velasco Riverside Park.
I am a Cancer lady You, my Sagittarius Man You make me oh, so crazy Cause you never have a plan The only thing that comforts Is from our rising signs You are an Aquarius A mighty Leo is mine A complicated lady With a complicated man We bicker and we argue Simply because we can Fire from your fingers A wicked, solid grin Your blue eyes like the devil Your back end hot as sin My moon sign is an Aries Yours is a piscean Like I said, it's crazy But I love my Sagittarius Man!!
A HAMMER, HOPE AND HEAVEN'S HEART I used a hammer of hope to build some beauty A carpenter with desire as his duty I used wood rendered by golden good Constructing a vivacious vision in a wondrous neighborhood Every screw and each nail would nicely do With eaves and shutters shaded bright blue I drilled and thrilled to every beautiful beam Because I was busy building a dream Every single shingle shifted my heart From being useless I became a pertinent part A relevant role in a real romance And every shingle meant a brand new start I built beauty with dutiful delight Then I painted that loveliness with light Darkness was dispelled by every smile When I built beauty no man could defile And so through storms that beauty steadfastly stood And the soul of this carpenter at last found good In a neighborhood situated near heaven's front door When I built beauty floor by beautiful floor This house was a metaphor for love unending And a life that love was thereupon mending Beside my house was a tree statuesque and shady For a romantic relationship I built with a lovely lady © 2012…copyright..~free cee!~
Thank you dear God For happy fare; Thank you dear Lord For gifts to share. Thank you for soul, For spirit form; For heart made whole, For mindful norms. Thank you for grace, For pathway light; For health to face, For thrill of sight! Thank you for joy, For healing proof; For wit and ploy, For love's sure truth. Thank you for finds, For quest and keep; For peace of mind, For knowing deep. Thank you for sleep, For rest that calms; For healing deep, For cleansing balm. Thank you for tears, For fears now purged; For brand new cheer, For faith's fond surge. Thank you for sight, For senses true; For cast of light, For sacred cues. Thank you for feel, For field that shows; For sacred will, For timeless glow. Thank you for now, For moment's play; For true endow, For mystic stay! Thank you for road, For journey's fare; For strength and load, For sure repair. Thank you for heart, For soul that knows; For spark that starts, For love that shows. Thank you for joy, For stern upkeep; For wise employ, For fate that sweeps. Thank you for wit, For lane and street; For play that fits, For all I meet. Thank you for voice, For ample good; For style and poise, For range of moods! Leon Enriquez 13 Mar 2014 Singapore
The one, I have watched in my dreams. Is my desire, reflecting heart, uncontainable? Is she the one, relaxing my hopes for? Is she the one, truly irresistible? Affectionate love, taking me beyond all, Tell me that my soul will always score. Is she the one, truly irresistible? Is she the one, relaxing my hopes for? Eyes delving into a spirit of love supreme, Bridging destiny into something acceptable, Is she the one, relaxing my hopes for? Is she the one, truly irresistible? Lips, which delivers such placidity, Until met with mine, forever more Is she the one, truly irresistible? Is she the one, relaxing my hopes for?
I have many qualities and talents that make me popular and likeable for my kindness, and unpretentious gallantry; ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry! I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause; honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors... do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden? A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine! I have traveled down rough and dark roads, grabbing the attention of bad-wishers, who handed me gooseberries, not gorse; it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns! I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies, who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones, they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me; but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel? My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty, I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks... to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers; and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily! O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living, saying grace at mealtime...as God gives them His blessing; and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude! I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens, that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need; pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal; I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Take pen in hand and make your stand Tell the world who you are Be not afraid of prices that are paid Have faith you are a star To all of you my feelings so true I hold you in my heart Will never be a day that I go away For here is where I start Times a moment or two is all I can do I love the words we share Without a doubt they help me out Foundation of my prayer Beginning to end you are my friends Poets sharing my soul That is a bond that is so far beyond Anything else I know I love the flow and I love to grow Planting a tiny seed No need to shout I just write it out Hoping to fill some need If it does or not I gave it a shot Simply because I care Anything I can do ask and its true I'll give all I can spare I sink my hooks and write my books That is this poet's plight For when your blue what I hope to do Offer a little light We can turn it around or upside down Find what's hidden inside It's a good thing the poems we sing Each its own special ride I love to teach but hate to preach That just isn't my place I'm a lamb be blessed or be damned I hold you in my grace We make it right by sharing our sight The knowledge that we know Sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers All just trying to grow Grow into what, you can like it or not Alliance is our group That's why in the sky angels do fly Above Poetry Soup
love lies on the side hypotenuse from where that right angle is often love's functions seem abstruse lost at ocean's bottom with Atlantis yet complementary, our numbers add up by degrees are ninety, true and square feelings pour right to the loving cup opposites and adjacents uncommonly rare looking at all the angles to triangulate and compute toward infinity's revered will the points be cartesian for this mate do measured dimensions seem a bit weird what of the other points on the line of our lives, that we traverse insistently do they see us as converging just fine heartfully crossing space with felicity cons and pros measured on protractor terms balancing both sides of the equal trying not to drop any important factors will it be originally good as the sequel the mosaics of the world pieced together to form colorfully muted sharper vision complacent or attentive to futures whatever it'll be angled and trigged with precision © Goode Guy 2011-12-16 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trigonometry http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/abstruse there are three sides to any point, what's right, what's left, and the rest.
I see my woman of love, divine. Just a minimal distance away, Banned are we until, full-grown like wine. She can never be mine, this they say. Differences of stature define. Mysteries of the past describe sway. Our lineage caught in bitter design. Father tells of the shaky dismay. My love for her true, she will be mine. Love I know is greater than today. We must depart our families vine. Forgiveness in love shall come one day.
What is a husband I ask in my mind The one that I have Is truly very kind He teases me often But he doesn't mean no harm Then he gives me that smile And puts on all his charm He is not just my husband He is my friend indeed Never asks a question When I want a special need He is also a good listener And is there when I'm feeling sad He sees me on my good days And helps me when days get bad So, don't forget that one person That we call our better half He's always there, remember To make you want to laugh
You give me light when darkness falls You give me hope when all is lost You give me strength when I am weak You give me everything You give me days when I give in You give me you, a special friend You give me love when needed most You give me everything My best of friends, my one true love My special gift from God above You are the days that lie ahead You are… my everything You give your hand when mine is bare You give your heart to show you care You give your time so eagerly You give me everything You give your dreams to share with me You give your touch so sensually You give your breath so I may live You give me everything My best of friends, my one true love My special gift from God above You are the days that lie ahead You are… my everything
Greek apostolos = someone sent, messenger The names of the twelve apostles are these First Simon, who is called Peter [Roman Catholic's 1st pope] and Andrew his brother James the son of Zebedee John his brother Philip Bartholomew Thomas Matthew the tax collector James the son of Alphaeus [Judas [Jude]] Thaddeus Simon the Cananaean and Judas Iscariot, who betrayed Him Mt 10 2-4 11302011
INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION The piano man stopped playing when you walked in And that's when I heard the brass begin The flautist was taken aback by your grin And then I heard the voice of a violin The drummer stumbled over his beat As I bumbled over my feet Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet And suddenly the syncopation was complete I heard the shrill of a single piccolo Played sweetly and haltingly low The mellowness of a melody began to flow As the band put on a thrilling show You were a bigger star than the guitar As the bass and bassoon began to spar The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar As you and I made our way to the bar Your sashay got an okay from the crowd And the singer's song was not too loud Dancing with you made me so damned proud Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed Suddenly the song was over and done As you smiled brighter than the summer's sun The story of a song had, at once, been spun And the entire band knew I love you more than anyone © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
WHATEVER YOU WANT THIS TO BE ENTITLED Golden curls are found where angels sleep Glittering golden curls be the lady's crown She knows the seraphim and the secrets they keep And her beauty can create a smile from a frown A twinkle follows wherever she may tread And yes, her hair will forever glow Because of her everything in the world should be painted red And she requires no rainbow ribbons nor bow She should have been born of royalty or a queen I cannot find the loom on which her locks were spun Her life is her baby she coddles with care Protecting her from rain, heat and a blazing sun This is a princess with flesh so fair And as to competitors the lady has none No god could replicate the exact color of her hair And she's lucky to have it, but her husband is the truly lucky one! ~free cee!~ Phreepoetry
Harvest the wind And glean it too My mind has heard It speak of you Cull the rain Now reap and sow In never-ending time You grow Destined we All this I know Your season shines In dazzling show And you're the one That's come to me Your name is whispered Shore to sea You're the light In front of me Your name is softly Rosalee
deeply, as i sit, i look far beyond there exists a whole time before now knowing, or not what's come upon i can't seem to recall it somehow your name, your place, your very face in my existence mean so much i think back, try to valiantly retrace who you are, where we met, and such yet i see you now in this very moment and think i recollect an idea put forth to "live in the now" persuasively potent that's the best i can manage henceforth when i grow old, should i be demented please remember as i try, but cannot my expressions to you blank, absented my love for you that i mostly, forgot © Goode Guy 2011-06-22
The Holy Cross Church with its neo-Gothic facade was too beauteous and too rare, so clustered among the aristocratic neat palaces, choked by the shadows of less ancient buildings; I often looked up to glance at its tall bell-tower with a chill in my curly hair! When I was the altar boy, I had to climb a thousand steep steps to pull the rough cord and make that brass bell merrily ring, and it relentlessly tolled far into the fertile valley kissed by spring, and its resonant strokes summoned all to Vespers at six!! By all means I should have wisely chosen the priesthood... wine and bread I placed on a silver plate to be offered before the altar, where the invisible eye of God watched me; I worshiped Him and He blessed me for my sincerity! The Holy Cross Church still stands there and its steps invoke my footsteps, the gentle footsteps of a fine boy who turned his faith into a fervent creed; and even if sunshine never hit my cold face slanting upward like a shield... through the glass-stained windows it dazzled to restore the presence of grace! How I would like to hear that huge organ play the lovely," Ave Maria" by Mozart, making the gathered faithful cry and moved by its inspiring sound I contemplated an art , which revered and honored God in His glory...so exuberantly expressed by Man's spirit! No other place, more beautiful than this, can make me forget the awe and joy that I felt! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Christ lived for about 33 yrs to show us the way to Heaven by His Teachings and Examples 11282011
Save me from the depths of Hell I pray, there, not to go Grant redemption, oh please, sweet Lord Let your forgiveness flow. I say to Thee, with much sincerity, I'm sorry, T'is You I yearn Save me from the depths of Hell Don't let my soul, there, burn. Grant me access to your home Let my faith please be your key Please unlock and open the door Let Heaven open up to me. I say to Thee, with much sincerity, I love you, Lord, oh yes I do Grant me access to your home For all my faith is there in You.
The Ultimate Diva, known as Cher An exotic Beauty, with talent so rare. When on the Stage, she reigns supreme I worship and adore her, she's the ultimate dream. There is no one out there, that can compare. Her legions of fans, they will attest Cher is the one, the only, the best. She is a star, of the first magnitude A heavenly voice, so strong, so true There is no one like her, anywhere. Not surprising since she is after all... The Ultimate Diva, known as Cher.
Phrase: I'd give you the blood of my heart Irish: Thabharfainn fuil mo chroí duit Pronunciation: hohr-hinn fwill muh khree gwitch I'd give you the blood of my heart Sacrificing all my very morrows To know you are happy, content, I'd accept all the days' sorrows. For t'is the smile you would give to me That would forever flow in my veins To see sunshine always on your face My face would forever bear the rains. I'd give you the blood of my heart Forever knowing that you would be Living proof of love given, true A gift…only the lucky ones see. For t'is the smiling eyes of your face That would bring a smile there, to mine To know that you're not in darkness Rather, there, in sunshine. I'd make all the sacrifices, needed, Knowing, that I would then part. In order to leave as a happy man I'd give you the blood of my heart
It is not just a game you don't play it for fun it consumes all even your name but don't be fooled this is no pun. you sit there shooting they try and shoot back you continue your alluding they die and then hit the sack. you sit there in contempt talking trash to all that was matched thinking your that time was well spent then all you see is yourself unattached.
Every time I looked to Heaven This is what I'd see The pearly gates there opened Calling out to me I'd stop to pause a moment As I'd try to recollect The life that lay behind me My path so indirect I somehow made it this far Now will they let me in Did I remember to ask the Lord To forgive me of my sins I stand before the gate so wide Yet narrow is the path I fear that I have not done right And now must face God's wrath Maybe He'll show mercy Perhaps He will be kind I know I could have done better If I'd been given more time It's now too late to ask Him It's much too late to pray I should have done it sooner That's the biggest mistake I made He doesn't seem too angry As I kneel down and say I'm sorry please forgive me On this my Judgment Day He looked just inside his book And said with a grin "Blessed is the child of faith and love My child, please come in" So this is my reminder From heaven up above Find it in yourself today Show forgiveness, faith, and love
Upon the Ground they lie to be covered soon in white. The leaves of spring have fallen This crisp, cool autumn night. Restless spirits circle In anticipation and delight To dance a dance of darkness This Crisp, cool autumn night. In a ritual of bloodshed His worshippers unit To dance a dance of Satan This crisp, cool autumn night
In the darkest days of Winter, when only snow retains the glow of sunshine and summer days; we go within our memories to the heart of Home. We peek deep within wide open doors, full of light and hearth fires glow; full of warmth and wonder, for the lore of Home. These are the days most Holy; gifted by the Lord of Love; true Holy days in the womb of wonder; where we are welcomed home.
Like an Eagle, untamable With wings that spread the sky Dipping down to land on earth Back to heaven, again, he'll fly My hold on him is tenuous My hands, they slip away At night, I cry, as tensions break It's not a game I like to play Something concrete I can hold Is what I'm searching for I hold him to me only briefly Then he flies the sky once more An Eagle needs to know it's free I'm terrified to let him go I cannot hold him, though it hurts And these emotions cannot show He's so beautiful, and so wild All my insecurities will show But if I care enough for him I will have to let him go If he returns to me again Then I know he wants to stay Though, at times, he'll want to fly Maybe, he'll never fly away.
You've waited your whole lifetime for this moment to arrive and now that you have become one, you feel you've come alive. When love is right, you know it. You see it in their eyes. You feel it in the slightest touch. You hear it in their sighs. Forever from this moment you'll never feel alone. Your best friend will be by your side. Your house is now a home. I am so happy for you. I wish you love and peace. No matter what God throws your way, your love will just increase. I pray your love grows stronger throughout your new found life. You finally found your soul mate and you now call her your wife.
I loved you like that passing thought you struggle to wear all day to mull, to shine, to pearly polish before it slips away I loved you like a memory I knew I wanted to keep to bless, to carry, to hang ornamental to bring with me deep into sleep I love you now like the burst of scent before a passing storm which calms, which slips into sensory pockets which leads me right back to my home I love you now like I loved you then but with knowledge, reflection and pride to the enths of the earth, from my death to my birth when I'm with you, I know I'm alive.
I could never reach the stars so high Above me twinkling in the sky But now, you are my star And the sky isn't seeming so far You are watching over me And to my heart you hold the key The sky was always dark at night Until you cam and made it bright You're voice is the music in my life You take away all of my strife You make my heart flutter and soar You give me diamonds more and more Mistakes are nothing but a paper cut But we will always get out of the rut You are not a drug but I am addicted And there is no way I can get convicted I could never reach the stars so high Above me twinkling in the sky Now the sky isn't seeming so far Because now you are my shining star I wrote this one, last November, but after we broke up I shoved it away. I only just found it, and I am ready to share it.
She carried you with anxiety into her heavy womb, and listened that gentle heartbeat... much quiter than a drum's beat; alone to hear your baby's voice in the silent room! Love and sacrifice that's what the word, " Mother " means to any small heart which is fully loved, but still weak; and her warm hands never tiring of cuddling and touching... will, indeed, protect you from many harms coming! And didn't her ever-sweet eyes move away from your cosy crib, to tend to those infant's needs with life-giving milk? and before her lullaby ended, you rushed to sleep... being watched over by the love' angel to weave your first dream! Little darling, with eyes reflecting the color she herself owns, how excited she gets when you stare at her and wiggle your toes! Little darling, struggling to say the words , " I love you, mommy! " your expression is enough to make her proud and happy! Love and sacrifice are sacred words that outweight the cost, and devotion and dedication are the bonds she can't break; adorable one, she'll guide you down your dark path with the wisdom's light, so that you may never be lost! Copyright 2009 by Andrew crisci
You are like the sunshine But little do you know I am like the moon A reflection of your glow As each day turns around You bring something new I close each night at dawn Surely missing you As we pass but do not meet Our hearts are steady still We'll meet again one day I'm certain that we will As I call upon the heavens And walk the path on earth I wait to join you there With death comes rebirth Our mission though unknown Was greater than you or me I walk this path alone Not knowing where it leads Tonight I say I love you Tomorrow I love you still I hope you're watching over me I pray you always will
My sculptor diligently crafted me For I am a recipient of his Love, shining bright for all to see And has given me a choice to kiss That I shall take to seek my course Though, the truth was planted in me But my youth was brutally forced To embrace things I should not be Doing so, I conceded out of fear To the burning stone of promises Ruined myself for I didn't hear The final warning of the voices Its fake brightness crippled endeavour Moaning in solitude for I lost the trust 'Cos I did not hold firm to the fervour In vain, my life I unwillingly entrust Now, I'm seeking his loving-kindness Calling only in his name again and again Let not impatience once more repress.... Begging him to recreate me, to ease the pain
All around my emotions flow To pain, sadness or the end Their shining lights stay aglow To make you smile again I'll laugh to keep you going While I cry for you inside I'll be here if you need me I'll stand right by your side With haste my fantasies run To darkness, folly or a sin Their burning fires light the Sun With a strength I can't comprehend I'll close my eyes and forget reality I'll dream for you, of summer days I'll sleep awhile, a little longer And I'll keep the Sun ablaze With trust I give you my heart May it be broken, twisted or bent I'll be behind you from the start And right to the very end I'll smile to keep you happy I'll dream for you each night I'll wish on every star I see And I'll pray you'll be all right I'll love so you don't need to I'll let you choose the rules You treat it like the game it should be And I'll hope you never lose
A vision came to me as in a dream. For me the sun would set and rise no more. Gone all my admirations and esteem. My spirit fell and sunk into its core. No sun, no warmth, no inner-peace. Ah no! Within a constant solitude and yet, Calm of morning an eastward wind had stole. My scream fell on no ear –I had no breath. My soul had sought not sun, or moon or star. My body laid the length of all the earth. A sadness fell away! -Away and far. No Heaven, no Hell I found to be the worth. No comfort stroke within this final void. What whispers earth unvoiced and not to scream. Life be forgotten nothing verve enjoyed, This vision came to me as in a dream.
In the air these miracles swirling, Swinging down to hold her, twirling Dancing in disparity, tears filling oceans to cope, Another day to keep on living in the arms of divine given hope...
I love you when you're lucid (or when your mind is going) and even when the whiskers of your confidence are blowing I love it when your tannins filled with acid burn my mouth and even when you stop short asking what I'm all about. I love it when your voice all crackling, sunlit, fills the room I love you even though I'm mourning and you left too soon...
Why don't you tell, How God sent His love, How a happier trail, Was sent from above. Give God the Glory, For what you should do, Tell people your story, Of how He saved you. That Mansion so bright, Is made for a few, For someone of light, Is that someone you? If Jesus has saved, That lost soul of yours, Then He has engraved, A heart full of doors. I hope you will open, Your heart's door to God, While others are moping, In this world abroad.
As evening ends the sun shall set And then, will come the dark. Forgive my soul every debt As my candle looses spark. In the night, burn no light Do not seek my souls return. Weep not for me and have no fright No ties to earth, I've earned. As morning breaks my shadow cast No more upon the ground. When I am gone and breathed my last No more my voice will sound. Then in the still of the night When loneliness surrounds Review our life with all your might Shared love of which we found. This is my entire legacy I leave to you my dear, Your love was salvation for me Upon this grinding mortal sphere.