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I am the ring around Saturn spinning words as particles of ice and dust with the power to transcend I am the original chosen to be right here right now transmitting verbal frequencies through speaking my thoughts into existence I am the heir of omnipotence, born with a direct connection to profound abundance The one whose words will age, yet still have substance; since there are no boundaries attached to my pen I am constant energy Translating personal experience into imagery Vulnerable to tyranny, yet i continue attempting to share some truth through this abstract language of poetry I am the core I am that I am more I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time; the love you feel when you realize how it feels I am the poem that is abstractly direct because I write beyond limits absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz through meditation for several minutes I am the one bridging the gap between the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit The one who is love because I am a descendent of it I am the rhythm that the wind blows I am the beginning and the ending of stories told about the universe and how miracles unfold I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me Judge that I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right So I continue meeting the different parts of me when I meditate and write Who am I? I AM, THAT, I AM
They ask me why I'm so happy Asking me, if I just won a prize I replied, well I reckon I did Today is a wonderful surprise When you have a past like mine My today is always bright There is no better feeling on earth Than the joy of doing right I may be an old man on a cane My heart is skipping along I learned to embrace the meaning Life is a beautiful song True life has its ups and downs There'll be forks in the road With a smile I'll stop for a while Help you with your load I had me a bag of popcorn today It tasted exceptionally good In fact, I will go as far as to say Better then it probably should For years, I had a guard in the pen Popped him a bag each night Then he would simply throw it away His twisted little delight He knew, it was those little things Ate at our heart and soul Movie with the wife Friday night Popcorn in the bowl I had a bag of popcorn today Wife sitting at my side I had a smile, which lasted awhile One I could not hide They ask me why I'm so happy Asking me, if I won a prize I replied, I reckon I did Today is a wonderful surprise For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better.
You are the wild flower in my palm With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth You are the fragile thing I dare not cup, As your petals whittle away under the wind And flit unfettered in the air; Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil As every breath of wind takes another petal from me And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart An overwhelming scent of need- You are the wild beauty in my palm And I dare not hold you to my chest For I fear to crush you To know first hand That caged beauty, is beauty no more.
LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night
The bird's house is capped with a snow drop. The bird's bath is a mushroom like form. The branches all groan, snap, crackle, pop, with the weight of the night's snow so borne. The cat's on the rug near kitchen vent. The furnace is pumping out more heat. The tea kettle's whistling with intent. The old gal settles down with a sweet. The car's all shrouded, a sheet of white. The trellis is a grand work of art. Outdoors the benches all gleam with ice. The new moon's a rare, randy, upstart. Darkness descends will a muffled whisper. She sips tea and remembers who's kissed her.
Alone in loneliness Amid forever nights And these four walls In faint, whisper soft your name I beg out loud to the nothingness that remains "Please not another nightmare, no more storms" But, answers are merely glimpses of light From lightening... Filtering through the pane Empty sheets... Cast empty shadows on the wall Of places where you used to be Eyes wide open Now asleep, afraid I am to fall Trapped within this never ending dream I cling to all the memories that I have Spinning me closer to where you were, in parallel on the edge The thoughts, like imaginary rubble, comes tumbling passed A fire for you still burning inside Why can't I let go of the tragedies last And silence your unrescued suicidal screams Or is it only the rain falling faster as it taps harder, and harder upon the glass Or is it of your wandering spirit Mockingly knocking? Haunting with its vindications Of "why's" I can never seem to grasp All this amidst lost stares into black windows Where gutters overrunning, burdened by the strains And I swear I see your reflection Among the flashes, tracing out illuminations about your face And for the first time You are noticeably absent of all the worldly pains And your lips releasing out a comfort that for so long I've been seeking As I hear the words echo within my stormy heart "That where you are everything is okay"
Alone cinquain Alone Alone I sit with me I sit and watch my soul Aloneness makes me feel so whole I've grown Watching As I sit here The moments come and go I feel within a tender glow Heart sings Loves song Does touch my heart Then moves into my soul I do within this lovely role Belong Such joy It touches me All I need to do is be There's naught that could this mystery Destroy Alone All on my own I love this aloneness This be the sweetest life's caress I've known
I will sit on the porch, with the August moon The old swing sways, with a sleepy croon ... softly humming to make me smile * In soothing rhythm, all the while while shadowed moonlight knows our tune A lonely owl, and then a lark, calls out to me, within the dark Starlight glistens, this peaceful night, while the moon and I, together, listen * How softly evening whispers twirl, and stir the branches in the breeze The falling leaves around me curl, to fall asleep beneath the trees I'll make a wish, and close my eyes and drink the splendid moonlit night I will sit with the moon for awhile.... while keeping me company, with its gentle light.... * * * *
Mornings are dreadful time in life unless waking beside gorgeous woman hopefully a not married one husbans can be such a downer. And when ya wake to a warm beautiful creature by your side. And the first thought that comes to your mind is i wonder whats for breakfest. Then ya probaly cant read the menu to start with and desserve to have a oversized weight lifter re arrange your ribs. Im a southern man once means several things non of which means im normal. And this morning finds my yerning for a trip and widespread mischief. My amigo had vanished after are trip south of the boarder I remember saying to myself as i watched him running naked across the dessert being chased by the flying monkeys he was surley seeing after his consumption of a foreign substance There goes a fine american. I would have ran after him but but i didnt want thoose things to turn there attention to me I herd they had a thing for southern actscents. And theres nothing worse than a bunch of horney flying monkeys trust me Ive delt with this problem befor. and being it was happy hour i knew my slightly insane amigo would understand in all his naked glory. Besides I left him some sneakers and a sixpack. And kept his credit card for safe keeping. Naked men have no place to keep credit cards and I figured he was in no state to handle money. So as i sit behind the wheel ready to to get lost in the madness of fast food and the ant hill of insanity that is wall mart i turn my thoughts to vegas. For where would a lost nude slightly insane person run to and feel at home. I had turn the music up to drown out the sound of whoever was in the trunk. I figured if i had put sombody in there in a drunken moment. It had to be for a good reason. And so with slightly hungover mindset are road begins. and so with that do the games also. And i figured hanging around with a cops wife wasnt the smartest idea. That and im allergic to bullets. My muse and 16 year old spirtiual advisor had phoned me to say that. I probaly needed to Invest in the spirt of Jack Daniels today. And hey she had went to church more than once so who was I to argue. With a five five spitfire by the name of tinker. so with A unknown companion in the trunk not helping my hangover i was off to the races Untill next time kiddies. Adios and im off to find my amigo.
Refuge lies in ripples Her head rests on white porcelain Fragrant lavender recalls childhood Memory rises with the mist For Chris's contest ~
Slice me with your tongue, Razor blade wounds, To suck out all my poisens, Sweet lonely lullaby, Accusing eyes of sadism, Picture perfect prodegy, My Deadly Sin, A bitter taste of arson, Burning in my vital organ, Your the pyre that burns away my mortality, A sip of tea made from Lilly of the Valley, A shadow of Death stalking, With odd angel like wings, A Numbing kiss like Drowning in Morphine, My Oblivion, Sweet arms to rest in till my vision no longer holds, Eyes neither like Hell nor Heaven, Cocain Addiction, That Drip of Drugs into your system, Intoxicated blood stream, I'd rather not dream, And instead get lost within - Your paralysing, Your Paralysing, Brain lapse, Your moving too fast, Stay slow and dreamy, Dancing silhoutte, Like a burning forest fire, Pain throughout my veins, Ravishing and Beautiful, A voice torn from my throat, Dying joyfully, With my last sight of you. . .
I am a large woman, Broad lovely hips, Soft round belly, Big luscious lips. Wherever I go, People take notice of me, Let them gawk, At my massive beauty. People that laugh, Think they cause me dismay, Too small to perceive, The femininity I convey. I am like a mountain, Exuding simple grace, Too vast and three dimensional, To be considered commonplace. I am a large woman, With pride I stand tall, I don't take up too much room, This world's just too damn small.
You wake up in the morning to look in the mirror, To say "This is me". To Compare yourself to what you think you should be. "I'm fat.", "I'm ugly.", "How can this be?", "Why did God do this to me?", You put on some make-up or some acne-cream, To cover the blemishes that others can see. But it doesn't mater what others see, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, And the beholder is me. So stop annotating, And start complimenting, Not on what should be, But on what is! You were created in God's image, Oh. How. Powerful. To see who you really are, Oh. How. Magical. In that mirror is not, "I'm fat.", "I'm ugly.", But a scientific creation from stardust, Something that's way beyond us. And what's inside is something so unique, So special, Because no one else has it, It's. Like. Magic. It's you! You are the most amazing thing to walk on this Earth. With the ability to wake up and show your worth. So why wake up and talk negative? When you could wake up and smile. Why not be happy for a while? Why try to please everyone else, When all you have to do is be yourself? People say "What matters is on the inside.", And you say "But look at my outside.". And I say there is no good side, You as a whole is the creation, There is no separation. Each person with 46 chromosomes working in perfect symphony, Destroying themselves with negativity. Just Stop! You are beautiful because you are rare, Because no one else can compare. Your face, Your nose, Your eyes, With your sense of humor to comprise, Someone no one else can match. Try to make it in a lab... Try throw it down the hatch. You compare yourself to everyone else, When you are one of a kind. Why can't you get that in your mind? Diamonds aren't perfect so why should you be? Beauty is not symmetry. Look in the mirror and what do you see? The beauty that you are... This is me...
I am the hypocritical Christian. I say I follow Christ, But I'm still consumed by my demons. I go to church on Sunday, But I refuse to invite someone back. I want to serve on mission, But I'm too afraid to act. They think I read The Bible, But I just fall asleep in it. They think I'm positivity and smiles, But underneath I'm death and addictions. They think I'm clean and pure, But I'm broken and mistaken. I say I'm not worthy of His love, But Jesus will never let me be forsaken. I pray long prayers, But inside they're empty repetition. It might look as if my faith is strong, But my core is too easily shaken. I say the things I'm supposed to say, But don't follow His actions or obey. I speak the truth the church wants to hear, But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe. I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough To be loved by God and saved through Christ, But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace; It's a free gift. I accept; Now forgiven, changed, and released. Thank You God, Thank You Jesus, Thank You Holy Spirit! In Jesus' Holy Name, We pray, Amen!
My white-washed bars surrounded me - they held me as I slept; they soothed me when the days were long, and mother's blue-eyes wept. A baby girl, six months or less, awakened from my sleep - stood up legs as sure as hope; as strong as flat is steep. My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail so I could peek outside – the bluest sky I'd ever seen, As tall as it was wide; came into view - between the blue, an airplane gliding by, its smoky streamer like a flag, across my memory's sky... The memory is a simple one - a window, sky, and plane - but in my heart, it's heaven's door and there it shall remain. I've hung it on my memory's wall Between that life and this – It covers every hole I've dug In sorrow's vast abyss. This picture brings the special peace I knew when I was small – Where mother's just beyond the door, and waiting for my call… *Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it always...
Do you ever think of me, though much time has passed and we have not talked, we have not met? Do you ever wonder how I am, what I've done, where I've been? Do you ever picture in your mind how the years have changed my face, lined my brow, slowed my pace? I often think of you, as you were, when I'm blue...how we two would talk the night away then greet the day with smiles and laughter -- ready to face the roads ahead, the crooked miles we'd walk alone -- but, after, waiting to relax again, to smile once more, trusting that we'd meet some time and talk till day, with nothing changed that counts at all... still all smiles, all hugs, all laughter.
Marching down life's highway, my feet became very sore I then came upon a sign that read "Heaven's Grocery Store" When I got closer the doors swung open wide Next thing I knew I was standing there inside I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere They handed me a basket and said, "Child shop with care." Everything a human required was in that grocery store With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill For I thought I had everything to do the Master's will As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself Then I asked an angel, "Now how much do I owe?" She smiled and said, "Just take them wherever you may go." Again I asked, "No really, how much do I owe?" "My child," she said, "God paid your bill a long time ago."
The swordsman who draws his blade Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing Held back by muscles tight with glee. I am as the soldier, held in stance, The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse, And just as the swordsman stands They are statues in this moment, Statues of derision, Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within. And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce Coiled with motivation and purpose, And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its' edge Ready to lash out and strike with direction But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce. But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink Lines like a hunter's bowstring, taut with intent, As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box But alas, there is no victim to frighten, No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me, I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me. And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, Slicing away at the air around me Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance I write about… I write about the coil within, and the lack without And alone I wonder, Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.
With the palms of well-worn leathery hands that in younger days guided a Tall Ship round the globe many times with the help of stars that still twinkled in his eyes, the old man made a porthole in the frosty forest of swirling ferns that had been painted on the kitchen window pane by Jack-Frost during the night. As I sat on his lap, he told me the creaking sound made by the rockers from the rocking chair we sat in on the hardwood floor - if he closed his eyes, could make him believe he was back with the wind in his sails, rising and dipping and swaying with the whims of the waves 'ore the sea. Back- and- forth, back-and-forth, we rocked as the porthole on the window pane grew larger, exposing the winter wonder land outside where trees and roads and roof-tops lie frozen beneath a layer of fluffy snow that looked like icing on a birthday cake, as the house softened and swelled in the warmth of the burning kindling wood that snapped and crackled in the stove. Rocking back-and-forth, back-and-forth, I asked him, looking into those eyes of green, with that far away look. "Grandpa, won't you tell me please, what lies beyond the sea?" He paused for a moment, blowing silver halos that rose from his pipe in an aroma of sweet smelling 'Old Sail' tobacco, and with the magic of his words, he took me on a journey, rocking across the sea where he showed me all the places and wondrous things he'd ever seen. That was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, where an old man, taught a little girl, that life is but a dream. ~~~~~ In memory of: Captain James George the Third - My Grandfather ~~~~~ 2nd place in 'Anything Goes #2 Contest - sponsered by Constance La France Author's note: This is one entry of many that will appear in my next book ' A Journey of Roses and Thorns'. They are true events that have happened in my life - some where roses, some were thorns. I have learned valuable lessons from both.
As I place the pen on paper my soul beings to bleed upon the pages my secret longings hopes and dreams of which I hope to be, how I want to reflect me transpire into the universe within my poetic lyricism the warm sweet smoke of my vega blunt swirls about me, flickers in and out of motion as the vanilla candle nearby fights the shadows in my room the cool summer breeze from my window carries dancing sinsemilla fog around me, allowing my mind to adventure elsewhere into the nights abyss of minutes, turned to hours I write pages, of words scribbling my life, struggles and fears Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills "turn your lights down low" beat inspirational peacefulness on my eardrums my small hands delicately pluck my imaginary guitar strings as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's magical voice cracks with emotion, and my soul tingles with excitement For creativity flows within my veins I breath real music, such as she, as soon as daylight opens thine dark brown eyes to see The poetic flowetry, carries me and speaks to me the notes capture my inner disturbance and desires until the soundtrack of my day takes me into Summers night thoughts of my dreams of being a published poet clearly float into my sight Then, I sit as I place my pen upon the paper black and white turn to one and my soul bleeds onto pages into an early sun
I never did the ''He loves me not.... He loves me'' game with flowers. I already knew nobody loved me so why should I listen to a stupid flower? I did make wishes on dandelions after the bloom died and it was tiny spikes of fluff waiting to blow away till next year. I hated wasting my time but I couldn't resist. I figured ''If there's even a small hope that this will work.... I've got to try! '' I would find a spot where nobody could see me and I'd whisper my one wish the same wish every time. Thousands of dandelions blown away by my pleading breath. I never told a soul my wishes. Until now. I wished to be happy one day... with a husband who loves me and kids who love me. I wished so hard... I never thought those dandelions were listening.
A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.
The Middle Time is now upon me, And the tune to which I dance is somewhat thin; A ghost remembrance of that cacaphonous din To which my steps were measured in my youth. I know there lies now less before Than all those days that lay within The sepulchure of careless memory passed, And I apprehend the sometime bitter truth That evil days approach my door When much of what I've come to love will bid its leave And I be forced to gaze aghast At sights my eyes would fain not see, When I to faithful hope must cleave. And yet, what better time than this, the high point of the feast? That Jester, Youth, has left the table Leaving us the better able To speak of things which more befit the greyed brow, Matters weighty and sublime Which better suit our natures now, though perhaps in tone more sable Than such issues as delight the Fool, And content the simpleminded sow - Let us worthily pass the time To Banquet's End, in company merry and refined, Reviewing all we gained in Life's long school - Establish what we value most and least, Then say we fed our souls while yet we dined. O grieve not that thy step be not so quick nor light As was it's wont to be in bygone days, Nor pine for carefree, childish ways - They had their time, and sweet they were, But now thou hast a surer, measured step And the nobler thought is the one which stays, And Youth for all its joyful folly Is not a state forever to prefer To a mind and manner better kept From fancies and seductions strange; Who but a Fool would be forever jolly And deny his Midlife's further sight, It's deeper view, it's wider range?
If heaven permits I will be a robin Perching Up on a sunlit branch of a tree Gazing at the far-off light That flourishes out on the vanilla sky I will sing From June to the merry month of May Every flat Every sharp Every note of poetic symphony That glitters ceaselessly I will fly Rough and tough Beyond ferns and herbs At odds with The whirling wind That might spoil my beauty And yes I will soar Steeper than the milky way As long as the world breathes Until heaven Forbids me not. Author's Note and Inspiration. - Free Verse Introspection International Poetry Contest Contest Winner- Honorable Mention(4th place) March 15, 2008 Contest Sponsor: Deborah Simpson-Author of the Chronicles of a Sage: Spiritual Revelations via Canto. - The Celebrating You International Poetry Contest Contest winner- 1st place March 15, 2008 Sponsored by Kristine Reynolds
What keeps me awake When the cool breeze bears whispers of things to come Promises to be fulfilled on the morrow? Is it my joyless moment of cognizance knowing that this stagnant night ripples from no real breeze Only imagined promises birthed on the whims of a longing heart? Yet, what keeps me awake is not these dreams of flattering winds but it is this night of lifeless branches and unrifled leaves the lack of real whispering winds taunting my heart What truly keeps me awake Is the silence of tomorrow.
Lord, I Praise And Worship Your Name! Lord, I praise, worship and honor your name! Into my heart… I invite you to rule and reign! Lord, I give you my love and attention! You have set me in a new direction! Lord, it is you that brings a daily reminder… Your grace and mercy is so tender and kinder! Lord, I humbly raise my hands in adoration… And lift you up in worship and exaltation! Lord, Jesus… You are the one I need this day! I appreciate you much more than words can say! Lord Jesus… Thanks for all you've done already. When your trumpet sounds… I want to be ready! Dear Jesus, take my life and my way of living! All that I have… To you I am giving! You are and will always be the one for me! How I long to be with you for eternity! By Jim Pemberton
There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as "God's set of rules." There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no "church and state" separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under "suspicion." There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of "tradition." There seems to be a lack of any kind of "spiritual nutrition." There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; "I'm going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday." This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won't you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton
Exquisite the ravel of his comforting quilt a pondering notion of wisdom is felt I take a sip of his lovely red wine, Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine susurrus hymns of love at times or perhaps lissome words in flowing lines silently I sit as his words come to life, Dr. Rams words are better than gold...........simply divine o' the words that linger, perhaps burn inside his heritage, his love, his grand design I fall in dream into his domain of time, Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine a song of one soul a dance for all, profound a story unraveling with pages alive Dr. Rams words are better than gold.......... simply divine
How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life's not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you're losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it's time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you'd like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won't last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It's time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it's hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you've been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something's askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There's help for you along the way. You'll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, "Thy Will Be Done", and you'll see it, I'm sure, but just don't run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He'll help bear the load. Don't bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You'll get there soon, if you just don't stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You'll start to believe you're in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you'll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you'll know he's there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God's hands today! There's no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you. Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006
Inner sanctuary envision harmony and mental clarity focus on a journey of possibility Meditate on transformation and awareness of inner state peace and healing Constructive thought instruct your mind to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice Where you can't see the wood for the trees under your nose is the path of freedom wholeness Put aside perceived struggles revitalize, relax, respond to body, mind, heart and spirit Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal bring about personal healing and conscious awakening Stillness of mind – concentration Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal beyond all negativity away from all interuption To allow time for self communication and expression of inner self Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and sights of nature or universe realisation comes in various form and shape causing us to feel life in fullest expression Connecting – whispers of wind radiating everpresent warmth of sun a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards connecting right back into where we are at right now unmoved unchanged and as we were Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or be judged let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility intelligence of knowing others wisdom of knowing self strength in mastering others power to master oneself Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – whatever – doesn't matter how you refer to it on personal level energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – to have enough is a richness in itself accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself
I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one. I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, in the World up to that day. And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay. A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white. She became the best friend I'd ever have, you might say we were tight. I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall. Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all. I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day. Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way. The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff. A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff. As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced. And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice. Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay. This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day. Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete. I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet. Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone. But it didn't really matter, for we always knew the way home. As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below. Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does. The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in. They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend. At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow. Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show. Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow. The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear. We'd talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here. Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song. At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged. He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car. I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar. From inside his car he played a song he'd written, while he had been there. I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete. Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.
Another fresh year is here, I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear. I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest, and give the people around me nothing but the best. I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations, and work hard towards mending broken relations. I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear, and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear. I would love to make an effort to be a good friend, to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end. I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving, and spend more time in loving. I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous, and speak only the truth and for that be courageous. I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly, and cover them all with feelings that are friendly. I would love to learn to be sensitive, and towards others be open and receptive. I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me, and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see. I would love to learn to be content about all I have received, and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived. I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees, and work to help out for carbon emission decrease. I would love to learn to be unforgiving, and be more tolerant and caring. I would love to right some of my wrongs, and be true to myself and hum joyous songs. Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude, and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.
Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed. My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost. But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below… For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know. My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more… Still, my life below the surface doesn't scare me as it did, once before. And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow. True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below. At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it's a place not to go. Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below. Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along. Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.
Am I man or ghost? Am I mortal or apparition? Questions or choices or entwined reality? For a state of confusion sleeps within my fiber, and slowly rips asunder, the final sliver of my contemporary humanity, Sunrises and sunsets go unseen, as I fully embrace my departure from time, human contact, and connection, with a creative conviction and devotion to my only passion as an excuse, a deceitful reason to shelter myself from the tender moments that keep emotions empowered and empathy evolved, Yet truth is untied by introspection, and as I analyze, I accept reality, Seclusion has become to me, the fruit that protects the emotional body but imprisons the loving mind, and by this bittersweet conundrum, I am bound and devoted to this ambivalence, by the mere comfort and promise of being content, And by such a promise, I have personified my fear of emotional agony, yet tamed its risk with the fierce whip of isolation, thus the shame and allure become as one, And as I lose who I was, and tolerate who I am, my disconnection from humanity hurts those who care, yet keeps me safe, with ink as my final outlet, Still, as I sacrifice need for need, I am not the one who still suffers, Those with hearts that beat for me, have become victims of my seclusion, and I ache for them, but less and less with each breath, For my isolation continues to force its fee, and I notice only after it is taken, and as I see their pain, Only my thoughts are heard, my wishes important, and my contentment decreed, And despite visions of tears and sorrow that were once my salvation, Now, I only look away, and remain a willing prisoner in the sweet self shelter, of the nothingness I show, and will one day feel, without rue...
In life to get by, I really do try, very hard to live by, the old fashioned ways, of how my daddy lived his days, He often told me not to lie, and when he caught me, it made me cry, and I still remember him say, son you'll be ok, tomorrow's another day, Then daddy told me about the war, the first time he wrecked a car, and of how it made him cry, when some of his friends died, Then we looked up in the sky, and the whole world felt like ours, staring high up in the sky, I just wished that we could fly, Being young, I asked dad...why?...why do people have to die? Then I heard him sigh....and say....my oh my oh my, and he looked me in the eye, as I yearned for his reply: Son, people are dying without....and dying within, with no way out.....hunger starves a friend... Death is much about, bloody wars that never end... The whole world, no doubt, suffers from serious sin, Then we looked high up in the sky, suddenly a shooting star went by, and the whole world felt like ours, as daddy told me about the stars, Then I listened to him say, son...tomorrow and everyday... let nothing stand in your way, and you'll succeed in life....OK.
one brilliant star - clear night led shepherds and wise men to Bethlehem. ~*~ holy family travel- weary - can find no room to birth God's Son ~*~ all praise to God Most High-our savior-Christ is born - second Adam! ~*~ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Note: #22, #23 & #24 in the series of 24 Monokus reflecting Our Lords birth! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
it's the last Sunday of the year known as 2010 and i hope next Sunday a new year together we'll begin as humans we have a habit of looking back over the past year to hopefully gain a better understanding of all that occured back there there's nothing wrong with reviewing last year's trials and tribulations maybe next year we'll have a solution to better handle those situations in 2010 we made some resolutions and we set some goals but did we overcome our challenges or did we lose control? over our aches and pains, our difficulties, our struggles and our strife our bouts of frustration, our complications, just trying to live life we had some trials in 2010 of which we wish we could redo but we need to remember all the triumphs that somehow got us through we might not have had a lot of money but somehow the bills got paid we might have fell into some choppy waters but somehow we learned to wade we had some illness, we had some issues and we all had some strain but by the grace of God we triumphed and somehow still stayed sane in the book of Hebrews a group of people had some trials and tribulations and when they accepted Christ they came into a godly situation they took that walk with God, they took that leap of faith and came to realize that when one's in Christ the devil will be in your face as its not all peaches and cream whenever a person commits to God there will be trials and tribulations just keep a prayerful heart there will be those whom you thought cared about and supported you who may become your biggest detractors and stomp all over you but you need to understand that the enemy will have you under attack just keep your eyes on God and stay on the right spiritual track as all things are possible with God for He's in complete control God is God all by Himself and you need to understand that your role is to trust in Him, believe in Him for through you He gets all the glory so let your trials and triumphs be a testimony and inspiring story for you can't have a testimony without having being tested and there is no triumph without a trial you have bested you came through some fires and you survived some floods and all of it was by the grace of God and the power of the blood you triumphed over death and today you're still alive you triumphed over the devil no matter how hard he strived you made it through 2010 standing on the promises of Christ you had your trials, you had your triumphs and above all you still have life
This hurts too much, Even though at times Its the best thing ever. However, the pain I feel right now Is destroying all that I am. I feel worthless and dumb. Vunerable and used. I also feel loved and special. Beautiful and wanted. These feeling are so extreme in every which way possible. I love how I feel when with you I hate how I feel guilty when we part I love looking in your eyes I hate when mine cry Your fingers along my face also touches her Those lips that drive me crazy Are sleeping against her neck tonight I love who I am around you I hate what I have turned into I love the way you make me feel I hate that she must feel that as well No matter how good it feels This pain is too much to bear I love you I truely truely do But the hurt is not worth The random few moments of bliss. Goodbye, my love-hate lover Goodbye **Note** This is a letter/poem I wrote for someone special. But it moves me so much every time i read it, I thought maybe someone else would enjoy reading it as well. 'To write is to share with the world, how we all feel but never speak of' Lisa
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his smile mesmerized her her scent intoxicated him his eyes hypnotized her her touch magnetized him.. precious moments linger... passionately divinely sensually his strong hands caressed her her flowing hair tickled him his sweet kisses captivated her her playfulness enticed him purely safely freely precious moments linger... his tenderness showered her her dewy glow bathed him his legs entwined with hers her legs entwined with his.. precious moments linger... for eternally they are... his and hers.
Bump bump bump goes my heart I wanna pop into your arms like I'm fresh from the toaster but in reality I watch as you live your life with others I'm like a poster hanging on your walls always there but plastered up I can't reach you Life isn't fair but If I could do anything I'd wish that we could leave the fantasy world behind because my feelings are far from pretend. My friends they should become preachers because their always trying to preach they tell me to show you my heart and to through away the stupid key. I'm afraid that if I say what I really want you will remove me from your walls for good. But isn't that what love is about risking it all to be where we should? I would do anything to find a cure but the brain is from venus and the heart is from mars when they try to communicate the signal often gets lost or batteries forget to be charged. But for now I'll just toss and turn in my bed because it's the only way I know. I have no idea where I will go, But I know that if you let love be it can travel through light, rain or snow. without you I feel like my personal economy is low but we must go, we must go, we must go. We must face the unknown.
Pine filtered air roams down hillsides. Space in the western Rockies stretches comprehension. Farms and towns in the valleys have room to spare. Polite Mormons and crude drunks harmonize. Rewards wait for the adventurer. Cutthroat trout sip insects from stream tops. Wandering moose snack on willows. I have found a permanent paradise. Let the lowlanders inhale the smog, frantically rush into knotted traffic. I was once part of this senseless game. The caffeine fuelled dash to nowhere. Keep your artificial palm trees. Ogle those silicone breasts. You'll look fashionable in your decadent urban scene. Drowning your sorrows in expensive wine. Allow me to laugh at your folly, as I peacefully shine my shotgun. The frigid breeze will soon turn to warmth. I have found my mountain home. Alone I sit in my granite palace. Deserted by the coin chasing masses. Distained by a woman who once loved me. Tranquility infusing the crisp alpine air. Wayne M Hill September 30, 2011
Emphysema is like living underwater, Surrounded by an ocean of air, Which just can't get where it needs to be Even if you lie quietly In your home, your lair You wake up gasping As if you ran Up three flights of stairs And there are many moments When you have terrible scares It's uncurable It's progressive It's fatal, And but a matter of time you have left And anybody's guess Of how many years you will have lost as a victim To it's nasty theft Inhalers, pills, Nebulizer machines, You'll do anything to breath You'll go to any means Some, like me Find solace Only in their sleep, Others, I suppose, Only when they weep But it's the hand God dealt me And I accept it For what it is And long ago came to grips With what I face in life And hospital visits As familiar as would be a wife No one lives forever, Save Jesus and Dracula, And I have the advantage One really quite spectacular For I have a gauge A hint of things to come Makes every joy I taste More savory than for some.
Of course, who can claim to be my lover Eternally wedded to him I am, in the form of a prayer That is you, only you, powerful Lord Revered you shall be as long as I can breathe your word! Seated on the highest altar of my heart Forever you shall be the ladies' sweetheart Even if the guys will want their friendship's part My lover forever you shall be in your tender heart Feelings are profuse, You have been my only muse Lighting up at all times my fuse Tending all the times to my bruise Blissful are those seated near the Lord Guiding them he is, always away from discord Pray, altruist Lord, Love me endlessly I am yours incessantly, claims my harmony Placed 6th in the contest Endless Love;Gail Doyle
Love, most pure and undefiled In the midst of hate Burns brightest still Betrayed, maligned, ridiculed Berated, abandoned and spat upon No reason but for who you are God of love, Lord of all! The universe awed, held its breath At the moment when your passion peaked Yet sought no aid; no just recourse But in humble silence, bore it all! Michael stood as always to your command Your crown of gold laid aside In love's name you stayed your hand! ~*~
Is it the sparkle in my eyes or the thickness of my thighs? Is it the fullness of lips or the curve my hips That lets you know that I'm ALL WOMAN 100% Is it the grace of my walk or the way that I talk? Is it the life that we share or the warmth of my care? That lets you know that I'm ALL WOMAN 100% Is it the softness of my touch or the fact that you can never get enough? Is it the give and take or the love that we make? That lets you know that I'm ALL WOMAN 100% Is it the thought of my taste that puts a smile on your face? Is it the sweetness of my skin or that overwhelming yearning within That lets you know that I'm ALL WOMAN 100% Some say phenomenal,some heaven sent But I say I'm ALL WOMAN 100% Chiquita Baity
It waits... A prickle about to lodge In the heart of a Mighty Light Above the low-dipped setting sun The Knightly Night prepares to come To lift me like a rising fog Up to greet the countless stars - That twinkle at a Sun's descent. The horizon painted with lullaby Of colours and their somber tune Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains And quietly it goes to sleep. Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day Begins a fierce protest of dreaming thoughts Now stirred awake. Then out of the thick and cluster And whatever dangers of flight await Newborn wings of thought emerge And rise and rise and rise Captured by the winds of Night - Arisen To wander heights To kiss the skies To dance to the gentle humming Of spirit drums - Wings beating A duet with the breeze. So when day comes breaking through Dawn is greeted by what was writ At the festival of it's eve. With merriment's ink: A Kiss; A dance; A song etched deep: Art carved out of sky. Title: Night Poem
My heart decided long ago That life is for adventures, and That bound'ries flow like rivers flow. Though people told me what to know, I'd weather ev'ry reprimand -- My heart decided long ago. I fought false rhetoric, and so Set out across an unknown land, Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow. I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow -- I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand -- My heart decided long ago. I felt the winds of wisdom blow -- The breath of Life, and Her command -- That bound'ries flow like rivers flow; And on Life's river now I row, My destiny within my hand; My heart decided long ago That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.
The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God! I heard someone say "the Bible was written by man." But there's a truth I don't think he understands. God used man to simply be an "inspired instrument." This was more than some type of "experiment." God used many different people from various places. He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races! Though the words spanned a long period of time… They were written with all of us in mind! It was as if God himself had taken the pen. He spoke directly through different men. All of the books are together with a common goal. To bring the words of God to the common soul. I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction. Allow God's words to daily be your inspiration! Won't you read from Genesis through Revelation? You can learn about God's gift of salvation! The Bible speaks of God's love and holiness too! And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU! You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion! Your life can receive a blessed "abundant life expansion!" Through the words of Christ, you'll be blessed! As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest! I invite you to read and apply God's truth today! And be transformed by what he really has to say! By applying Biblical principles in how you're living! You'll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving! By Jim Pemberton
Wearing Daddy's boots & cowboy hat & not much in between Why, Momma, ain't she just about the prettiest baby you've ever seen? I'm sure wishing she was talking, reading her mind is quite a trick And she's sure getting awful heavy, I hope she's walking quick Whoa there, sassy, Momma look at her running wild Why I am not sure there ever was a more rambunctious child Life sure was a picnic when we could just bundle her up & go Now I get tuckered just watching her, she's a pint size dynamo Waist length braids, a gap tooth grin & freckled face That's our girl, Momma, her calf just took first place How old is she now, six? No, she can't possibly be eight Seems she is growing up faster than I'd anticipate Well I'll be, look at her standing on the stairs in a fancy gown, heels & make up putting on womanly airs this young girl looking back at me, yesterday she was only seven Now there's a young buck staring at her like he's just seen heaven Wearing a cap & gown, her diploma held high Look, Momma, there's our girl, getting ready to give her wings a try Wasn't it just yesterday she was afraid of the monsters under the bed? Now she's off to college, her own path to tread Wearing Grandma's pearls & a gown of antique white Now, Momma, don't start fussing, everything will be all right Wasn't it just yesterday, I was wishing she was talking? Now the music is playing & down the aisle we're walking Wearing Grandpa's boots & cowboy hat & nothing in between Why Grandma ain't that the prettiest grandbaby you've ever seen? Now listen, Sassy, don't go wishing for her to grow up so fast Treasure each & every moment, create a memory to last Be mindful of what you wish for when your babes are small For in just the blink of an eye, they won't be small at all You dream of turning back the clock & know you never will For time flies, just as surely as you wish it would stand still
I once heard a saying, that the happiest people are the saddest Shining because they've seen the darkest Like the lotus that grows out of mud Or the rotting stump that bears a bud.. You never know what troubles the mind So be careful with words unkind The glowing person just beside you Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo Most people struggle everyday Souls burdened with decay.. I guess it takes a lot of courage To act normal with that damage Hard to believe that under the surface Lives a soul with no purpose A cry for help won't be any crisper Listen to the their inner whisper..
I'm So Thankful That Christ Saved Me! I'm so thankful that Christ chose to save me! I'm grateful for the life that he gave me! I'm so thankful for extending his warm embrace! And for planting my life on a solid place! I'm so thankful for all that God is doing! His spirit in my life is what he is renewing! I'm thankful for the opportunity to be one of his own! I ask for his blessing in my life and home! I'm forever grateful for his sacrifice on the cross! He is my hope! When all seems hopeless and lost! Thank you my Lord for being so gracious to me! You have given me your grace abundantly! Thank you Jesus for being my friend! How I love you again and again! You are the one that I cherish and adore! You've given me hope and peace and so much more! By Jim Pemberton
Here's what I'm thinking now at the end of the world: There are no atheists in foxholes— no theists in politics. If knowledge is power, and power corrupts, then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? Does it matter that I didn't't love you? Would it have mattered if I did? There's a poetry reading tonight whence I'I'll chide other poets who don't sit alone. I won't bring up death but I might have to breathe, even into a mike and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo maybe even a wince or two. Just maybe I'I'll talk about love and how following your heart is like following a dog— it only leads to vittles and (female dogs). But how many times have I used that line since the story I wrote about you, a witty and sexy and fictional you? Most likely I'I'll read something tonight about you. I won't recite it from memory because I don't think about you that much anymore, not even when I search for my socks in your drawer or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me, horizontally striped to bring out my eyes? I don't remember your eyes except they are blue. And I don't remember you, not even when I smell cucumber and apple, not even when I sleep on my side of the bed or when you walk through the door happy to see me; even then I don't remember you. Does it matter that I don't love you? Would it have mattered if I did? How about a few one-liners for the end of days?— Depression is self-awareness, which you'd know if you were; I need Ritalin to listen to you, Lithium to hug you, Viagra to feel you, and Valium to sleep. All you need is me standing there, waiting at home with turns of phrase and word plays telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand but want to buy as much as I can and how I love celebrity gossip and detest poetry slams and find rhyming trite except when I am. Hypocrites can still be right, which you do understand because you nod at my nonsense about fighting the man. But now, at the end of all things— I'm speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read, and you're just sitting there, smiling asking me to pass the bread.
Duality spreading through the land Above my head; beneath my hands The greatest darkness I'll become Or one to show you the brightest sun Open my eyes unto this world Forget the silence I had heard Lingering on into this earth A sense of evil without worth Open my eye as I recall Imagination as I fall The pain of knowing what I was A monster blinded by their cause A pleasurable passion to restart The thought of choices in my heart Not what to follow - to agree Instead remembering humanity Create a universe from sand Building foundations without my hands Turning the darkness into light With a simple understanding of the night The paradoxes I can find Knowing we're not free will free our minds In seeing shadows we feel the sun Closing our eyes reveals freedom
In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons The inescapable truth is that in the darkness Even your shadow leaves you Stare at the abyss and the void fills you Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart Shadows lurking out of sight Manifestations surround you the journey of the hopeless soul Is it a lesson that must be endured To make the heart steady So that when you reach the end You truly appreciate how bad it could have been And what you're capable of So that you know that you all need Is your beating heart and nothing else Just you Believing in a dream.. Something that The darkness Can't touch.
In the box with overpowered silence Dripping with sweaty tension Wanting glory…fearing three Those eyes precise measured quarry Javelin of Ash loaded at the ready Stilly prepared…ironed gripping White pale streak of the assailing foe Red seamed threads spinning unseen Coursing in…aimed true A crack that exhales the collective breathe Eruption within the faceless crowd Cacophony…movement's flurry Charging towards the much sought prize Just for the chance to be victorious Guarded…standing strong Diving headlong toward canvas safety Outstretched beyond human limit Colliding wreck…jarring hard Percussive thump of stitched tooled leather A thumb shot skyward yelling failure The cheering…mixed jeering Screaming sighs…and whistled respect God I love baseball…
From The Time After God's Creation… From the time after God's beautiful creation… Between man and God… Sin has caused a separation! When God looked down upon all of mankind. Fellowship with man was what he had in mind! We were all created to bring honor to his name. But sin has brought much wickedness and shame! Sin has created an enormous "moral cavity." Mankind has reached an "immoral depravity!" Through God's son, a way has been made. His life for yours, on Calvary, was paid! Though mankind sinned, God didn't forget us! Jesus is here right now! He never left us! Through Christ' blood, our lives can be cleansed! A new life in Christ is where victory begins! Won't you come to the Lord who created you? It is no secret how much he loves you! Won't you come? Why there's still time? God has a purpose and a plan with you in mind! His grace and love can change you throughout! Knowing Jesus is what true life is all about! By Jim Pemberton
The wind did stir the thought in kind wanting - for if she knew my soul, just a spark of it, I would be a rich man... So long this ribbon of love that flows over the rocks of age and distant torment... The gate keepers sit alone watching, waiting for the violators who dare not call mundane theirs... It is those shackles which bind misguided dreams that which make fertile ground for the barkers at the door, for what else does one need to grey the vision and dull delight? You carry the scent of the well-traveled said the withered old man - I too know your pain, that which comes from never knowing home - those of us who seek blindly that which the world cannot give - home is not a place but a thought in time and nothing more than a stop to rest your ambition... Cry only for only those who cannot hear you, for it is selfish to do otherwise and seek home in the gentle embraces of those that know you... Be kind to those who would bite you, for in doing so it will bring light to a dark path... AND Always rejoice in life - it pisses them off and helps them to see the tragic flaw of their diluted beliefs...
softly lingering in the angelic silence of a magical new night.. i remember whispered words the softness of your breath tingling the nape of my neck.. your eyes were deep touch light as a feather my head on your chest.. the scented sea air delicately cocooned us as our lips barely touched.. waves lulled our own melody of sacred tunes as hearts became one.. i remember the moment that time stood still.. how do i describe something bigger than words.. for in the air that i breathe.. it is you who has blessed me... heaven sent you amidst the stars above.. the sound of your heartbeat was when i knew.. i was home.
Suffice it to say I knew you before you and I became so much more. You started out as my best friend. I started loving my life again. We laughed and cried both with tears. You helped put an end to all my fears. Suddenly I realized I loved you so I told you and you said," I know." I feel the same you said to me. But just being friends lets us be free. Lets enjoy each other I don't want it to end. Love destroys the fabric of being a friend. Jealousy will arive and hate will come too. The end of a friendship is I love you. I reluctantly agreed but you were so clever. This thing that we share makes us friends forever.
I Exalt You, My God! I will exalt you! My God and king! And worship your name above EVERYTHING! Forever and ever I will bless your name! Your goodness in my life, I seek to obtain. Every day I will bless your name forever. Your path of righteousness, I choose to endeavor! Great is the Lord! Your greatness is unsearchable! You rule by your word… Your divine principle… One generation will praise your works to another. And shall declare your awesome deeds together! I will speak of the honor of your majesty. Not to do so, would be a "spiritual tragedy." Men shall speak loudly of your awesome acts. What you do, I neither question or ask. I will declare my God's greatness each day. And will listen to the words he has to say! He rules the earth and heavens above. All of creation declares his great acts of love! Won't you listen to God's humble plea? Knowing how much he loves you and me? He has a purpose for me and you that is evident. And offers to all… Eternal life in a heavenly residence! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 145:1-6
Lord, I believe in You and myself, With You I can do almost anything. Even if I'm overweight... I believe You'll keep me alive until the day You want me back home with you. I'm sorry for my sins And all of us are imperfect humans: Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves, And everything else you hate. So please forgive all of us and open the gate To Your Heavenly Kingdom. Have Your Son save us all. Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You And Your Promise for Eternity, But Your Son's words reassure me. I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation, But remember You'll keep me safe If I just forever keep my faith.
It would seem that when we have gotten close to each other So many obstacles have come before me But as I tackle them slowly, one after the other The ones after only seem to get harder But my love... No matter how hard the... Situation may be... I'll stay with you... Now my babi... Don't worry about us... Have faith! Because there isn't anything stronger than our love... I'll never be pulled away from you! Even apart, I am still with you These's no way I'd survive without you And together we'll always be 'cause I love you! As I go through life, I only get wiser everyday And I will pass this along soon enough Though i may try to be tough, I can't seem to with you Though I'm vulnarable, you take care of me Now my love... I want to give to... Our future children... What you've given me... And my wife... I can see them just fine off... I believe! Because there isn't anything stronger than our love... I don't care what other people may say! You and only you were meant for me Now my life's complete because of you And I know that I'll be fine with you! I can never be pulled away from you! No matter how hard our enemies may try! Our love is like the purest light ever seen! And just like the light, our love can't be defeated!!!
Spin your web, oh gentle spider Gentle spider maker of wondrous things In a hazy morning dew so splendid With your sticky string so mended Simple life is what you kindle So concentrated on your quilt A breeze runs past a cooling shadow You sway, so gently, gentle spider Natures' humble weaver The fly your only griever Elegance your finest spindle Content amidst a web you built. Beauty streams from your elegant steps Around you go gentle spider, tiny spider How much more is the grand design Reflective in your sticky twine. A flickering of spirit dwindles So precious as a flower's wilt. Longing to sit for hours in your presence Waiting for heaven's breath to guide me To your grassy hiding place To shiver in a gown of lace Beyond the blossomed flower bed You - hanging by your gentle thread.
Mirror, Mirror, why are you so cruel, Why do you reflect such a figure, So sad and insecure. Mirror, Mirror, what do you need? What can I do, to make you happy? Sweet girl in the mirror, who reaches towards me, reaches out to touch me, but our fingers never meet. You smile when I smile, But I can see right through, I know your pain pretty girl, because I feel it too. Girl in the mirror, what makes you so sad? what drives your anger? and makes you so mad? Sweet girl in the mirror, how well you know me, I'm sorry that you will never know, what its like to be free.
To see the world through your eyes… An aching heart is cured simply by a kiss… With paper and crayon a new Picasso is hung… Coffee cans and cooking pots are an orchestra… A twig is a swashbuckler's sword saving the day… Even alone you create new friends to fill a void… You don't understand when I can't see them too… That sweet beauty you imagine has no boundaries… I pray you hold onto it for just a moment more… When you next open your eyes all will be different… Cans will be junk twigs will become kindling and… That faithful friend you created will have faded away… I wish with all my heart you could stay young forever…
Just be still be still my beating heart my beating heart don't beat so loud so the sound does not depart please don't give me away it has to be my secret you can not give me away please be quiet, just keep it still for some of us don't feel just be still even though my heart is real just be still
A fleeting moment's grace, lifted high. A moment's race to touch the clock, reasoned by. A saddened tale and restless years, knowing why. A best kept secret's need to know: leave to try. All these things i give you now: Make of them as you know how. Take the dreams and make them true. Steal the saints and paint them blue. Weave the weft and turn the wheel. Believe the best and make it real.
The Color Missing Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people's mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death. 'But what about the Green pens?' I ask. They say 'the ink is too hard to see.'
It' so easy to imagine that a creator would impart To all his creations a bit of himself in each heart When my soul cries out, yearning for connection to the light When words and no earthly love prove enough to console the blight Music and meditation are blessed stairways which lift me upon wings Transporting to a sacred place of worship beyond the worldly strings Where no religion, or walls of stone would affect Subliminal commune of light with light in a deeper respect ~*~ By Annalise Brigham For: Dr. Ram's "Music and Meditation" Contest
Sense of humour, elevating our spirits Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life Light heartedness, laughing at one's self! Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life
What Is This Church All About? Is this church meant for people like me? Is this where God really wants me to be? They claim to be filled with God's spirit. When it comes to HIS truth... Can they give it? I'm sure there's many who come and attend It's more than "church on Sunday," that we must spend! We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed! After all, Christ gave us his very best! May we all preach the gospel and God's holiness! And strive to seek his awesome righteousness! Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience! Not simply based on our "ambitious self appearance." God isn't interested in a denomination or a title… He wants to know… Do we really believe the Bible? He's not interested in the money put in the offering plate. He wants to know; "Are you ready to enter heaven's gate?" May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion! And be filled with his holiness and compassion! May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession! And making our commitment to him, our #1 possession! "Unless the Lord builds the house." They labor in vain that build it! Let's seek the power of God! May his presence completely fill it!! By Jim Pemberton
In the childhood home her mother spins her child Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow And the childhood goes by; faster, faster A growing child with so much energy running and having fun Careless and free he runs across the yard He is growing up; faster, faster Only in middle school and already a rebel Sticking up for a friend and getting in a fight He has courage but still he runs; faster, faster High school has come at last The odd man out he cries for attention Into depression he spirals; faster, faster At the high school prom he meets a girl The hearts beet together and the music beats in their ears They are falling madly in love; faster, faster Barely a year and a kid on the way To work and back the same routine, every hour, every day A wedding is coming closer; faster, faster So far a happy life, and a good career They buy a home and outside he spins his child Another childhood is going by; faster, faster His life was long another one has started from it But now the ambulance move; faster, faster And his heartbeat fails; slower, slower
Only light can penetrate the darkness that resides in the default state of mind I descend from beta to delta through binaural beats; instantly caught between frequencies beyond time I absorb amplitudes of acoustic energy and I learn to just be earth Since I am the earth and because I am of the one that is the source of its existence, I've owned the power of omnificence I realize now that I AM because HE is since I am from that, a descendant Created in the image of a thought and a feeling from the Universal Mind I tune in to this vibration from rhythmic pulse that manipulates subconscious minds Immersed between 4 and 7 hertz; brainwaves halt to a conscious sleep All chakras are aligned shining crown energy and now my consciousness begins to reap! and light begins to penetrate the harmonious beams that were already there constant and always there is now flooded with sound patterns that force brainwaves to submit to power of omnipresent sound that always was and always will be connected to the Source from which I came so I extend exponentially beyond; physical time and space I long to embrace the intensity of gamma rays I give way to the coded sounds that resonate from the inner core and continue to connect through the binaural beats that - remind me of before Always familiar but ignored until found by gaining knowledge of self I listen with the intent to excel while reaping an abundance of benefits and rewards Listen!! It's already yours Just reach out and grab it as long as intention and ego is checked the universe will correspond accordingly it will deliver a life to you divine and orderly Just listen to the sounds that were there from before They will guide to to the vibration from the core and it will guide you to connect directly with the source
May the Love of Jesus Touch You! May the love of Jesus bless and touch you! May his presence be with and uplift you! May the joys of the love make you complete! And touch you, from your head to your feet! May the glory of the lord be with and keep you! His majestic power can really touch you! May the words that he's spoken, touch your spirit! His mercy and salvation… He freely give it! May the sweetness of Jesus, into your life bring! His righteousness and beauty! Your everything! May you take some time with Jesus in prayer? How much he loves you! How much he cares! By Jim Pemberton 07.28.13
A new photograph floats to the surface Playfully dressing up as the world around me Hat, striped socks and all Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment Before sinking back into my ocean mind. One after another they arrive Single file, Steeping my eyes in the world As the minds shutter, ever fluttering Strings together this conscious stream I play in. My photographs fade in time's wrinkled arms. Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor, They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself: Who am I? Jacob Reinhardt 10/3/2013
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face, A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race, N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace, I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase, C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace !!
The Beach of Promises 1. Fingers entwined, barely touching, turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes, strolling along that serene deserted beach, our promised dreams within aching reach. 2. Hands clasped, holding on, sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck, walking together, alone, vowing to never breach, the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach. 3. Hands in my pockets, alone, traces of you linger, teasing, lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach, my thoughts ablaze, now and then, catching a whiff of your fragrance, wafting through alleyways of nostalgia, your hand in mine on our pristine beach.
written 10th Aug 2013 I am God's child, first and forever I am known by many different titles, a daughter I am a wife I am a mother I am a grandmother I am a poet I am by several ways, known as a sister I am an acquaintance I am a loyal friend I am a stranger I am a cousin I am an Auntie I am a niece But who is this person, they all call "Denise?" She is a child to God She is a niece She is a cousin She is a stranger She is a loyal friend She is an acquaintance She is known to many, a sister She is a poet She is a grandmother She is a mother She is a wife She is known as a daughter to many She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be.... She is happier than she ever imagined possible SHE IS "DENISE"
Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication. But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication. There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong. But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song. Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep. And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief. You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool So take it from who knows you best Someone who has passed this test: Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.
Our Country's Soul Is Being "Torn Apart" The very soul of America is being "torn apart." It's a problem that's striking at our very heart. There's a "blowing wind." A "time for change." As the country's moral fabric is being "rearranged." As many question what the true meaning of life is for… Many don't seem to know what's wrong or right anymore! As so much pornography is allowed into our homes… The moral decay is "eating" right at "the bones." Many have a hard time "defining what marriage is." So many are really "messed up" in how they live! The news seems to be "fascinated" by man's depravity… Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous "moral cavity." Many who attend church want what's "soothing to their ears." A God of holiness and righteousness is what they "fear!" As we look around as to what our society is becoming… God's judgement is soon! It is surely coming! We must come back and leave all of our "false idols!" We must come back to the God of the Bible! Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds! It's only in him can we find true love for our minds! It's only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning! It's only in him that we need to put our trust and start believing! He is and always will be the right choice to be taken… Without him, our country's is "doomed and forsaken." He brings healing and righteousness "beneath his wings… He is what we truly need! He is our EVERYTHING! By Jim Pemberton
The Day My Uncle Died... I was thinking about the smile on my uncle's face…. This was a before he would "leave this place." I'll never forget the words shortly before he died. The more I thought about it, the more I cried. He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better." I never received another phone call or even a letter. A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral. But it was also him who received a burial. I was shocked and amazed as to what happened. The events took place. There was no way I could "stop them." Memories I had were from many years ago. I often think about him. And I do miss him so! I suppose many don't take the time to realize... How quickly life passes... Then someone dies. Perhaps there's someone in your life you can think of… There's been a situation that you're embarrassed to "speak of/" A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken. And soon your relationship has been "broken." This may be a good time with this person to spend. Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend." Everyone is important to God who reigns above. We need to be filled with his mercy and love. The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear... The days are short... Our journey's end is so near! May God speak to our heart and help us to see... Where will you and I be spending our eternity??? By Jim Pemberton
To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup 300 Solomons 300 Beacons 300 Spartans 300 Martyrs 300 Tales Done 300 Threads Spun 300 Heartsongs 300 Touchstones 300 Scheherazade Only 700 More, GOD and Wherever YOU Beam Me 10,000 More, Gleam Me - - - - - - - - - - … I Have Lost 200 Poems But Here Are 300 Because I Open My Arms To Inspiration Undaunted … " Pancakes, Preserves, Poached-Egg & Pork Maple-Syrup, Milk and Sun-Motes In The Morn Calling My Name, Just Like Flapjacks To A Fork Psyche Is Picking Up Poems, Like Babies Just Born " - - - - - - - - - - A Childhood Poem Remembered … I See The Moon and The Moon Sees Me GOD Bless The Moon and GOD Bless Me … and Long Live, The Love Of Poetry … The MoonBee
There's an antique red barn Sits atop the hill And a small little pond Chock full of blue-gill There's old rusty cars Which haven't ran in years And a hundred year old house Once manufactured by Sears It's loaded full of memories It's filled with lots of charm It's a place I know and Love It's all there...On Grandma's Farm Used to go there every Sunday From as far back as I can remember Sledding down the hill In the snow come December I Loved it out at Grandmas Playing with toy tractors in the sand Going to help split wood Just to lend a helping hand I Loved it winter, spring and summer But my favorite time of all Was when the leaves all turned The wonderful colors of fall I was carefree and happy The world was free from harm Way back when I was a kid Out On My Grandma's Farm © 2011 Kevin Stock
Let them say I was a simple, stubborn person, hypersensative or insensative, a dispenser or partial justice, a person of particular patience, may those who encountered me in moments of bliss or blight, in instances of charity, charisma or condemnation speak of me ruefully & beautifully, some will surely say that I was apolitical, asexual, atypical, an atheist an animist, a racist or an altruist, a want to be soldier, a combatant for my liberty, others, I suppose, that I was selfish as sin, courteous like kindness, and furious as a frustrated phantom, maybe they'll say I was gay or anticompliance, I do not dare require truth, fact or fiction from my bifurcated biographers, I only ask for their breath, their rosey & ruse recollections of my life so stark, let them say that they knew me, let them say that I lived, that I lived lovingly, lonesomely, and learnedly, let them witness my reality like laughter in the dark - J.A.B.
Look Away Don't look this way For I have been burned in the face. Defeat and captured Only released by the sound of my breathing. From dust till dawn I say look away for I no longer wish for you to see me. Released the blood from my eyes. Look away for I have you placed in my heart I wish you not to see me this way. Though I be burn ,torn,tattered and fatal wounded Shall my breathing keep me sane. May you memory keep me warm See these words I speak,hear me breathing so shallow. Feel the darkness that formed in my eyes Since this is my mind I may be released. But forever trapped in a maze that brings Me up to drag me down. Look away for I am burned in the face As long as you remember your in my heart, And memory I shall be in yours. So I shall say look away For I am burned tattered and torn inside my mind. Just look away
Life's journey long Need for solid ground Many rise and fall On this merry-go-round Not on this ride alone My forever I've found Oh, how she loves She loves me whatever My best friend, my forever She loves me true On her love I depend Love never end, my forever Forever Dark clouds come And life rains on me Forever holds my hand She gives faith to see Not on this ride alone Together we're free Oh, how she loves She loves me whatever My best friend, my forever She loves me true On her love I depend Love never end, my forever Forever Yeah, I'm here for her.. Here for forever Oh, how she loves She loves me whatever My best friend, my forever She loves me true On her love I depend Love never end, my forever Forever 12-15-14
God gave me talents and abilities to use! The love he blessed me with. I wouldn't refuse! I wanted to use what was given. I really did! I had no idea this would change how I live! I spoke to the Lord with a heart felt confession. Using my God given talent was my obsession! People from church listened. It didn't seem to matter. There was too much "business", "gossip" and "chatter" I talked to the pastor about the desire I had on my heart. I could tell he didn't care… Right from the start! In my efforts to serve God, I most certainly tried. There were many nights I laid awake and cried! In my efforts to use God's talents, I often felt alone. I didn't want to go anywhere. I stayed at home. I wanted to give to others, the love God gave to me! But I was alone now… It was so plain to see! The many from church that I thought were my "friend." Would often criticize me again and again! They told me that I wasn't good at what I wanted to do. "How could God use somebody like you???" God picked me up when I felt very discouraged and down… He filled me with his spirit. His presence was all around! He took my futile efforts to use me any way he could. Everything I was going through... He understood!. I've been able to share his mercy and love that he's given! His power and grace have changed how I'm livin'! I don't need others "permission" for the talents I received. His will in my life is what I aim to achieve! His word and love have blessed me within! I'll do anything for my savior and friend! By Jim Pemberton
Let's praise the Lord! All you people of the land! Let's praise him with every Instrument we have on hand! Let's shout praises to his wonderful name! A message of rejoicing, we need to proclaim! Let's come before him, with love from our hearts! This is where a victorious life really starts! Let's bring him our thanks and appreciation! And sing of his tender mercy and wondrous salvation! Let's bring him a heart filled With hope and cheer! The coming of the lord, is so very near! We bless the father, the spirit and son! Through the blood of Jesus, we have overcome! By Jim Pemberton
God Will Take Care Of You! Whatever struggles or trials you're going through. God has already promised to take care of you! Whatever situation you're in... Maybe there's "no way out." God remains faithful! This is what he's all about! Perhaps it seems like all you've tried has failed you! God is here right now! His works surround you! The situations in life that you may face you… God is there! He is powerful and he loves you! Won't you invite him in, to take control? And allow his peace and joy to fill your soul? Everything that you need! He has provided! His desire to help you, has already been decided! You can trust him to take care of your problems! Whatever they are… He can solve them! God's word remains solid and is a true foundation! His words speak peace to any difficult situation! The awesomeness of God rings loud and clear! He's here to help! He's always near! He's someone you can give your trust and believe in! His blessings in your life... You can receive them! He's here right now … Won't you call on his name? With him in your life… Things will never be the same! He'll bring sweet peace and joy deep within. He will always be the one you can truly depend! All praise, glory and honor to God above.! Please touch us with your mercy, grace and love! By Jim Pemberton
You'll never guess whom the cat drug in; have a day where you just couldn't win? He came strutting in, smacking his gum loud, dressed to the nines Goth Punk style. Tats trailed down his left arm, with my notice, he said, saving up for the other arm. When ask about drugs, his answer to me was: "Yes, I'll share" most invitingly… Metal adornments on ears, nose, and lips, didn't want to know, the all of it, at this. As I noticed, he smiled most cattily, asking: 'Want to see where else they might be?' Hair a Mohawk with a trail down his back, colors of the rainbow, left nothing to lack. Steel studs on a black leather butt, said, 'Bite Me!' with each and every staged strut. What are you kidding?… Do my eyes me deceive, or did he just make a pass, at ME? No Way! I'd rather drop kick him from my office fast, didn't he have any real class? The application, a Sales Manager Job. Who would try to send me over the deep end? Bet it had been a practical joke, beginning to end, so I simply held on, my friend. He must've read my face, forhe smirked, I continued to ask for his list of experience. His experience was none, but he said he managed his I-tune collection, very well. Of course, he was the Leader of his 'Chat Room'. I wondered, 'Who could tell?' GEE! Also an impressive set up on his Facebook page, for his innumerable video games. I ask how he was qualified for ANY job? Said, Dad 'THE CEO' wanted him employed. I verified this with a call, was told not to be too Harsh, he had Potential, after all... Ask what job he wanted to give his son? 'Let him chose himself', came the real clue! Ask him, what job he really wanted to do, 'VP in charge of Recreation' was imbued. Said he'd check out all the great places, in his Dad's fancy Porche. Honestly True! I kid you not! And he wanted his girlfriend, made into his secretary, Yah! No Doubt! Believe it or not, he got all he thought he was due. All approved by the CEO's! True! Just when I thought things couldn't get any better… I began to really reconsider… Really, who had been clueless… It hadn't been him!… Which left me in a dither… Knowing I just couldn't win! I'd be glad when this day was finally, truly, done… The kid had probably thought this a great joke on me from beginning to the end! My perfect job, had just come undone! Apparently, being in HR isn't always fun! My college degree, that took so much sacrifice, no longer sparkled, so much to me. Boy did I now WISH, I was a CEO's SON! As I simply got all the paper work done. Later, I saw the family portrait on the CEO's desk. Lucky me! One down!… Only eight more to go! Carol Eastman and Hubby
Happiness (acrostic) Happiness is found within not in people and things Acceptance of the present regardless of what fears/ inner demons you may be facing Persistence in seeking love and happiness inside ourselves so we may experience the abundance of love and beauty that encompasses us Patience with ourselves as we learn and grow through our personal trials and tribulations life often presents to us, unexpectedly Inside ourselves are all the answers we seek, believe in yourself with a smile on your face Never give up on yourself! Challenge your belief systems with an open heart and a positive mind set Endless love & happiness awaits you, seek it consciously without delay Spirit of love is the essence of our original form; happiness is our natural state of being Smile in the face of adversity and feel your spirit soar to new heights experiencing love, peace and happiness from this moment forward. Live as if there is no tomorrow, for you reap what you sow :) :) :)
Feeling happy. Lord, I feel so very happy I want to dance, I want to sing I want to glance up to the Heavens And let the starlight, to me bring The sound of angels laughing with me Because this world is oh, so sweet Sometimes I'm just filled with laughter And every day I feel complete. Whether sun is shining softly Or the rain is pouring down If the wind is howling at me I'll never, ever wear a frown For I am living in a haven It be this world so wonderful All the birds are singing sweetly Seems this world has got it all. I see the moon up in the Heavens And the stars so beautiful As I walk on each new morning Oh, yes indeed, I love it all Here in in my world, I have no troubles I am a king, a beggar too I have everything, and nothing I guess I'm of the chosen few. 12 February 2014 @ 1410hrs.
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Pondering past loves in the dim light of age, the memories float upward, smiles engage sounds. Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage? Blindfolded, he lifted me and reality disengaged. The sound of the harmonica swept all around. Pondering past loves in the dim light of age. A serenade planned, the empty ice-rink re-staged, I was placed in the sweet spot, I drowned in the sound. Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage? Once unmasked, I tumbled to his arms, my eyes glazed like Ophelia sinking on love's waves to drown. Pondering past loves in the dim light of age. Oh, the places he took me, my senses ablaze in sunlight, in moonlight, in starlight, un-gowned. Pondering past loves in the dim light of age. Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?
Hello world here I am this is how it is going to go you accept me for who I am or you are not. I am a child of God and I know for a fact that he made me in his own special way. So sick and tired of people saying what is beautiful and what is not. I am like a rose so delicate, soft and beautiful I shine like the sun with that special glow. So sick and tired of the magazines saying that I have to be a size in order to be accepted. I have to look like a movie star I have to have big breasts, a flat stomach and a big butt. In order to be called beautiful I am a goddess anyhow I am a queen who shines with the stars who glows with the moon and who is beaming like the sun. I am who I am and I refuse to change for anyone they are going to have to accept me for who I am or they are going to have to keep it moving. I love who I am in this skin I am in this skin I shine in this skin I glow in this skin I am a child if God.
Dancing with the trees. Like the silence of the bush be I So wonderful I feel Within the depth of mystic river Comes a space that is so still I see it all, and all of me In the dancing of the trees The way they wave so gracefully As they float upon the breeze. I catch a glimpse of the vast 'I am' In the power of the silence All arrogance it dissipates And so do shades of violence As they flow away on the painted river On it's way to the mighty ocean The only thing that takes their place Is love and sweet devotion. A Parrot lands upon a branch All orange, blue, and green As I catch a glimpse of the morning sun As it shines upon his sheen And make the colours come to life And I feel that power in me the power of the all that is With all it's energy. 25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.
The Noose is tightening. The 5's and 10's yanked from our hands and aching backs Are spent on band-aids: A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts When the price of drowning is only getting higher So we turn to tiny acts of thievery Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected, Stealing at the edges because we're backed into corners, Corners Glittering with promises corners Dripping with possibility, With Island resort wallpaper Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for Profit: A trail of crumbs called America- Which has curdled our souls and we love it! And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford, Shopping for substance (50% off) Staring through the eye of a screen Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)- Until pop! We die of ADHD. Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses. Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle. Jacob Reinhardt 10/24/2013
At Church, We Talked About the Holy Spirit! At church, we talked about the Holy Spirit. And discussed how to be guided by it! We discussed scripture and God's power! And how we need his spirit... This hour! We learned about how the Holy Spirit moved long ago. And how we need it now! To nourish our soul! It seemed like no matter what we decided We knew the spirit's power has been provided! Rather than just all of us talking about it... Isn't it about time, that we really experience it? The disciples of the Bible were empowered from on high! They boldly proclaimed God! And were not shy! It's almost like the church today is somewhat defeated! Because the Holy Spirit's work isn't completed! How can anyone experience the Holy Spirit within? When so many hang on to unrepentant sin??? If you're one, who's hanging on to a denomination... Is God's spirit part of your life's foundation??? Won't you take the time to wait on the spirit's presence! God is powerful! And is loving and omnipresent! Talk is cheap! Submission to God's spirit is the key! To help you in life! And give you the victory! Won't you come now? And enjoy the spirit's fullness? It will bring you joy! And complete wholeness! By Jim Pemberton
I thought I'd write some poetry, Though my thinking was too blind. So I called into the Ideas Library To see what I could find. I looked through rows of new ideas but none of them appealed, I turned and tripped and banged my head, where ideas can be concealed. If you bang your head extremely hard You really do see stars. but don't do this to loosen thoughts, It's the riskiest method by far I spent the night in hospital, Awakened every hour I was advised to watch my step And avoid the Ideas Tower. I wonder if there is a shop Where ideas and dreams are sold? For just a small expenditure, Put your creative mind on hold. But if you can't afford to pay The library is still there. Just look around and use your mind. Ideas are everywhere. The interaction of the world With vision,thought and mind, Produces many new ideas. Those who seek shall find.
A thorough yield On a farm field of far east It took me time to realize How far I am to my far east of coast Call of my weather Call of my winds I sailed further and farther To my naked coasts Naive songs, Nimble rains Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds Reaching this far I kissed my earth Ground of my grief Glory of my ghosts Glad is those leaves However scanty they are Cast is my shadows No longer they hide My colors and my figures They cast numbers on stars Measure their light Scope my winters Scale my summers Scanty my rains Scuttle I wish my springs Now let me see my greens Their leveling heights Their leafy gaze Their spiderly gesture Their primordial texture Now let me be slow In company of my greens #Poem by +Gokul Alex
The art of being happy It's all so sweet Yet folk don't understand They needs, be doing all the time They need life to be grand They're doing this, they're doing that Not happy, not at all They don't see, just being here Is really wonderful. Have you felt the wonder? Of now, just being here Breathing in, and breathing out And holding life so dear Oh, the joy of merely sitting? Relaxing in the chair? Everything is beautiful Such joy is everywhere. The mind is working all the time It never stops to rest It wanders off from here to there And knows no happiness Tomorrows, always it's tomorrow That happiness you'll feel Yet if you do not feel joy now Don't think you ever will. 2 May 2014 @ 0930hrs.
And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand A gentle call that urges my soul forth The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk Between the stones and ash of all that once was I stand in the echoing silence of the rain It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body I feel at once as if I am home Standing amid two dimensions Caught between two skies - here and there The night wraping around me in warmth The gentle wind lifting me off my feet Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body and I am left just a soul, an essence The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof Beckoning me into its depth I stand among the reeds in the basin They dance and sway as if welcoming me And I sway with them back Caught up in the power that charges the air That threatens to sweep me away If the ground will just loosen its hold The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl And I get pleasently lost within it I am so small compared to its vastness I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars A sigh drifts from my lips There is no need of thought to stay afloat There is no demand to breathe in air No crushing weight upon my chest As my lungs struggle to survive There are no struggles here I make my bed on blackened clouds And give in to the call The storm has claimed me as its own It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground When the storm would call me home
Dragon found a conspiracy tabloid in the Grocery store the other day. Now. He believed every crazy thing that rag, had to state and to say. So I told him those things were made up to sell papers, and 'not real news'. And he should research every thing, before deciding, what is really true. First, he went onto the internet, where he said, everything is absolutely true. Where I told him anyone could write anything, that is absolutely, totally askew. Next he went to the newspaper, where I told him it's all politically flawed. Even my CNN, though not all of it, at least, not the parts, I like most of all. This slowly became: Believe none of what you hear, and only half of what you see. So he showed me the tabloid, and I was amazed at what I truly, did see, to be! Yep, we were on the front page "Where the World meets Dragons and Trolls". That, I couldn't explain away, especially, since it, suddenly, froze my little brain. They had gone and given me, my dreamed upon, 5 minutes of illustrious Fame. So I read the article carefully, then laughed, until I finally had to come up for air. It said we had a WWII submarine in Troll Lake, manned by turtles with green hair. It said our turtles are under cover agents, ready, to attack as terrorists, from our lair. Suddenly, a periscope came out of the water, and then it turned directly at me! UGH! Lord of mercy! Is all I could say? I was speechless, as Dragon looked so smug. I believe in Dragons... but not turtles with green hair, or a little conspiracy tabloid? He got me there! As the turtles came ashore, in perfect formation, I became annoyed. Did the government really think we were terrorists, and up to no good? I did say! Well, the turtles said no, and by the way, they'd bought the submarine on Ebay. They'd seen an article on us, and it just looked like a fun place to come stay. They're from up Australia way, and the green is algae used as camouflage, there. About the time I think it's weird enough, already, here… Along comes something else… So I can only guess… What's coming soon…so perhaps I should say? Instead of what's going on here, with us…What's new with you, today? Oh, and have a stress free day.
It's been a good run To the back side of sixty, The short side of time. First Hollywood kiss Behind a pink crepe myrtle. Thanks, Patsy Werner. High school was okay. Didn't help me to focus; So, my mind wandered. Surfed Bonzai Pipeline, Big waves break into lava. What made me do it? Vietnam jungles. I wondered why I was there. America lost. Smoking pot. Stereo. Good fun in the seventies. Psychedelics too. And three wives later, I finally found true love. We're still together. My destitute heart, Saved by the sweetest angel. I love you, Sandy. Sooners are my team. Most winning football program In the Modern Era. I am retired now. But I have plenty to do. Golf, primarily. I've been writing more. Perhaps I will write a book. I have many tales. I'd chase young girls; but, Girls with a "grampa" fetish Are so hard to find. If I am lucky, I will just drop dead one day. With my peace of mind. Yes, made a good run To the back side of sixty, The short side of time.
Mercy Rewrote My Life! My life was rewritten by God's mercy divine! He took away my sins and cleansed my mind! I was totally changed by his awesome power! His word is renewing me each day and hour! He reached out and touched me, when no one else could! All of my burdens and problems... He understood! He strengthens my body with his love and healing! I wake up each day with a "brand new feeling!" I thank the lord for everything he's given! I'm a new person and my sins are forgiven! My life is rewritten. The past is washed clean! Christ is my righteousness! My everything! I'm so grateful for him and all that he's done! All glory and honor to God's precious son! The joy he's given. I'll no longer hide! Because of God's mercy.. I'm on the winning side! By Jim Pemberton
My younger days, I had naught. At least, that was what I thought. Fame and riches, the goals I sought. Wanting only things that could be bought. Day after day, for them I fought; And in the game, I was caught In the cold and ruthless life I'd wrought. As life progressed, I began to see That not all things had price or fee, The most beautiful things are truly free, Hope and joy, compassion and empathy, Someone to love and to love me. And in my quiet moments, I began to plea; And so, my true happiness came to be. Others could share in this lesson too. You can believe my words are true; But it seems a lesson valued by few. Instead of a life and memories you rue, Reappraise your life and what you do. It's never too late to renew Your life and be…….. a happier you.
Dream Reflections So drained, I feel like a trained monkey Who is paid to dance I can't wait for The chance to sleep If it doesn't Happen soon Grim reaper might come Knocking at my door When I fall asleep Driving home I shall visit the moors of Ancient fairies and Hills of enchantment, Once my curly head lands On my feather pillow I might dream of lazy days Laying under a weeping willow tree After taking a long dip in a cool Stream on a hot summer day Who knows where my Subconscious might take me, Good thing my Admission will be free, Because I don't have a Penny on me currently Time is ticking so swiftly These trying days, I must say goodbye, Before I drift off to Dreamland too suddenly Goodnight
Those in glass houses shall never throw stones or run naked at daytime *I must give thanks to my friend B.B. for inspiring me to provide you with the PG description of his depravities
Man's Corruption... God's Redemption! The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption. That's why God has offered us, his redemption! The heart is desperately wicked above all things. There's an evil corruption that sin brings! The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways. He watches our lives, all of our days! There's nothing good in ourselves. Not now, or ever! Without God's mercy... We're doomed forever! But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan! He made this available to every woman and man! His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear! The coming of Jesus Christ, draws ever so near! We can trade our sinful corruption, for a new way of living! Won't you come before the Lord, with a heart of giving? Giving our life to Jesus, is the best thing to do! By his power and grace, you can be made BRAND NEW! I'm thankful for his salvation! Mercy has been applied! Because of Christ' death on the cross… I'm now sanctified! By Jim Pemberton
"Are you Quill?," She asked abeam. "Yes, of course! - mostly - when the Muselle` visits oft'n'r upon, as my wont! "Well, here!, this will surely help at the Magic... And IT, Voila!, was in hand, a thrust-unmistakable! Blunt, bulbous & sleek, a slick Recife, this Turquoise and Silver stick. Is IT "Blue?" Is IT "Black?" Pray, "Blue-Black!?" Wow! - A Sole instrument for Playing in the Indigene, Soul Colors of the Earth! - I nearly crack to Self. Swirled-embedded, b'neath the haute Baekelight-Crystal like a LavaLamp-Entemp. IT's messages of ambidexsrait- Threads, Mola thru splayed fingers. O' Charitable Mage You have brought to Life!... I Write Handcrafted! H.e.m. 5.1.MMvii. Solus
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My roots are trembling through clay orgasm, tumbling the landslide that speaks every shake or so. Leo roars and I await life, Generic roving rumbles reminding me of the world around, but I never remember how to cling to the ground.
Judas betrayed Jesus's whereabouts End, was near Son of God, knew this Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
LIfe's been good Life has been good to me I have no real complaints Oh yes, I've had my ups and downs I have never been a saint But I have sampled many things And I have lived them all I've been a hero in some ways And I have been a fool. Adventurer I've never been I've mainly read or wrote But I have strived to be myself Not a book somebody wrote Though life has kicked me once or twice It's been a jolly ride And I have learned with each new day To take life in its sride And I rejoice, I do At all thats been and done They've all brought me home to this This new born, rising sun And I don't know what God is Or whatever there might be All I know is some strange power It really must love me. 22 September 2013 @ 1420hrs.
Two Sonnets for your enjoyment, joined by the same quatrain. Come and join my fantasy Anyone with a mind can be a part You just have to listen to your heart Music adds such harmony All spirits have compatibility You will be happy as a lark You will feel the joy from the start One cannot describe the joy inside Join me in this peaceful place See the eagles flying with such grace This is the home of imagination Here dreams do come true In this place of our creation Interruptions are very few Love is found on every shore Ever after comes every day Happy is just another way Life in forever is never a bore Live the memories you have stored Here fairies and butterflies play Come in and with me stay You will never want to leave Come and share my fantasy On the wings of love fly free This is the home of imagination Here dreams do come true In this place of our creation Interruptions are very few
Tolerance and love is preached… But, at what price? Too often we forget about Jesus' sacrifice! His death was because our sin counted against us. He died on the cross because he truly loves us! How dare we "cheapen" his work on the cross! In today's "political correctness.." We have lost! In the love and acceptance, we call it "inclusion." This has led many into a serious "confusion." Many want the loving side of God. I can't blame them! But those who seek his holiness… Can you name them? God is a God of love. But he requires holy living too! This is not a request but a command me and you! If it's tolerance and love you want… Look no more! You'll be able to find it washed up on sin's shore! The people of Israel wanted "free love." Look what it got them! Being slaves and captives, is what it taught them! God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire! Living a righteous life is what he really desires! "Without holiness… No man shall see him." That's why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him! Won't you allow your sins to be totally forgiven? Only Jesus can change the way you've been livin'! He gives eternal life to those who diligently seek him! The choice is yours to repent and receive him! By Jim Pemberton
I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new Always living from my heart not knowing what else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is just the case, people would walk over me like I was their dirty used up suitcase. Now I feel a newness coming, like a light shining from the sky, colors fill my world and I know I am blooming into a butterfly. Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming My faith leads me where I need to go giving me insight and wiseness for only me to know. I have not done this on my own you see I have been guided by God and Angels on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at it's best comes from a wise lady who seems to know me best. Lucky, I am to have her in my life, she always shoots it straight and tells me like it is, knowing her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith.. I feel like flying through the sky or climbing a tree way up high. I feel like observing the world just like a brand new butterfly so as I Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside a touch of color here a touch of color there makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly... Written By: Christina A McCullouch 04/09/2013
I gave up on you years ago Felt love in my life had to go Felt free and strong without care Never needing wanting another there Life has changed so much since then Looking inside I take to pen Wonder have I grown up yet To include something more than a pet Another February comes to be Alone again hello, just me Valentine's day it comes and goes Will I again receive a rosé? Will this be the year I'm ready to see If someone can share their life with me?
Jesus... The Living Water Jesus is the living water which can satisfy. HE is the oasis in a land barren and dry. Only HE can bring true satisfaction deep within. HIS living water can break the bondage of sin. He awaits you with his love and grace. His living water shall fill your "empty space." You were made according to his design. He created this world with you in mind. Come and drink of his water that only he can give. Taste of his everlasting love each day that you live. NOW is the day of salvation... please don't delay! Listen to the words Jesus has to say. His promises are forever, steadfast and true. It is no secret of how much he loves me and YOU! By Jim Pemberton
Overcoming Evil With Good... "Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good." This verse from scripture is often misunderstood. Many tend to "get back" at someone who's "wronged them." Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend. You cannot fight evil with evil-- this isn't God's plan! His concept of love and mercy-- you need to understand. Remember the words Jesus said in the beatitudes. Perhaps this can stop any "revengeful attitudes." You were called to be holy-- with Godliness in mind. To be filled with his mercy... being gentle and kind. Rise above whatever evil may come your way/ Overcome by doing this with God's goodness... today! Allow the cross of Christ to be lifted up in your life. Allow his spirit to remove all malice, bitterness and strife. A compassionate and loving person in you... others will see! What you do today--will impact your eternity! An overcomer of evil is often difficult to do. Obey and trust God-- He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton Rom. 12:21
I once fell prey to circumstance Took away all of my romance I bounced around from girl to girl Learned every oyster has a pearl Sometimes within the things I feel My broken heart had lost its will Lost in the game I had to play I rode the "Top," and spun away Freedom was no more than a whim My life was looking rather grim Many lovers but had no love I had no one to hold above Many years since I had been free My monkey had its hooks in me Then came the day I met my wife She brought romance into my life She helped me up then helped me see The beauty of the soul in me We have faced so many trials Together walked many miles We faced our demons, faced our ghost Scraped all the burnt up off our toast Whatever trials we must face It's each other that we embrace For within our love we have found Nothing in life can break us down There is no storm that we can't weather As long as we are together Lord this poem to you I pray Thanking you for another day Another day that's full of love It is my wife I hold above Trials come and then trials go Together we reap what we sow We turn trials into blessings As we face what needs addressing We live a very simple life Together as husband and wife Within our love it's clear to see Everything is as it should be I just have one thing left to say Is this not a beautiful day
Beauty of nature Why condense it down to God? Isn't life enough?
An eternal rainbow in the sky Blue as the pain in those tiger eyes Green as the fields of yesterday Luscious, sparkling fruit in winter ray Grey hides both black and white A butterfly, a symphony that sounds alright Indigo a harbinger of storms That over the sky in savageness roams Orange a dancer, sultry and sweet Wearing anklets of stars on delicate feet Red the crimson blood in my heart Those flowers and apples in some cart Violet a fragile lilac bloom The brilliant plume, the hidden perfume Yellow the sweet juice from the mango A million lamps lit in a row An eternal rainbow in the sky Free my soul and let it fly 26/9/12
It was a cold and rainy night. The stars were shining bright. It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight. I sat quietly in my car, the sound of music I heard blasting from a far. I opened my door, stepped out slowly and looked around. Now suddenly the music stopped, not a word is heard, not even a sound. I turned my head, looked over my shoulder, I saw a woman running. She was wearing a white gown. I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running flaunted such a frown. I followed her footsteps, I listened for the sound. Running through the darkness, one question came to mind, Who would leave this woman? Who would be so heartless? How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught? Abruptly a sound was heard. I came to a stop. I listened closely. It was a gunshot. Now fearful I stood. I began to run as fast as I could. I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating. I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding. She was gasping for air. Someone had shot her and left her to die there. It was as if they didn't even care. She reached for my hand, whispered softly to me "never trust a man" At that moment her hand dropped. I knew her heart had stopped. I looked at her white gown now dripping red. I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said. This could be me. I could be lying here dead. I will remember her words always. They will haunt me for the rest of my days. This moment I will never forget. No man should ever be such a threat. This was the day my life would change. From this day on I would never be the same. The lesson I learned here, never have such fear. Fear that will keep me from being free. I learned that I can be happy just being me.
I wake on the sand Right near the beach You have yet to awake Far out of reach And Daybreak has arrived A beauty unlike any other Comparable only to us, girl And how we love each other So I gaze up alone Marveling up at the sky The warmth of the sun Drying my eyes I'm reflecting on us Oh how each other we trust I'm just so happy we're together And I think to myself, Just as this sun, we'll last forever Then returning to be with you I lay again now Place my hand gently On your warm tender shoulder While I think of our lives today, love And how they'll be when we're older... I know there'd be no other way So "I Love You" I make sure I say To you, each and everyday
I've watched the war from behind closed doors; Eyes too glued to close. And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more. God's love is the only hope we know. We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus. We are saved because of the love that is Jesus. We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us. We are loved! No matter what we've done, we are loved! Confess and ask for forgiveness; This is such a beautiful gift! Thank You God! Thank You Jesus! You forgive me! You save me! You change me! I am changed! I am new! I am renewed! I am forgiven! I am saved! I am changed! There's porn no more For God's hope is in store! There's porn no more For God's love is the hope of the world!
I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans Mali went home to lay down just before this rain started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues In real life feeling good was good enough for me From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee
Childish playful, maziness heart. . . . A loving touch of lovely art; Won't you see the sweetly trimm'd Everlasting heart been dimm'd? Lovely heart been tucked away Cutting edges, day by day Cov'ring the soul, so brightly lit. . . . With veiling that's so tightly fit But light pours out the lurid sea, Inside your heart shushed silently Hold on to fading gasps of love And all the sweet your heart dreams of
I'm worried where the next dollar will come from. Will she ever arrive? Will she ever show up? But why am I worrying? Stop it! It's all in God's Great Hands! It's all under God's control! It's all within His plans! It's all His And He will provide Because He is our Father! He loves us! It's all His! Trust Him! I know it's difficult; He will not lead you wrong. He knows where you need to go. He knows what you need to endure. It's all His plan. It's all in His Hands! Lay down your life; Give the control. He is in control! Thank You Father! Trust Him! It will all be okay! Trust Him! Thank You God! Thank You Jesus! Thank You Holy Spirit! I love You always! I trust You always! I trust You! I trust You! Yes, yes I do! I trust You! I love You! Amen!
I Woke Up With A Mission On My Mind… I woke up this morning with a mission on my mind. I wanted to tell others of Jesus! It was about time! There were so much scripture I began to ponder. My love for Christ grew down here and "up yonder!" When I needed some help. And needed it the most. Christ saved and filled me with the Holy Ghost! The excitement I had for Jesus began to brew. I wanted others to know this one that I knew! Others from church just couldn't help to explain it! My love for Jesus... It's hard to contain it! I pray that others will share of God's life eternal. It's my wish for their name to be in heaven's journal! I pray that God will use the words that are spoken. To minster to the needy, bruised and the broken! Lord… Help me not to be ashamed of your GOOD NEWS! May there be a shout of victory beyond the church pews! A mission for Jesus... God has stirred in my soul! To be his example… Wherever I go! May the banner of the cross be lifted above… As an example of Christ sacrifice from his heart of love! A testimony of God's goodness is a joy to share! Spreading his glad tidings to people everywhere! A mission for Jesus is what he's already given! So others may know of a brand new way of livin'! By Jim Pemberton
I'm not the kind of person I need to be! There's too many problems inside of me! I'm not the kind of person you'd want to know… I've too many worries and a troubled soul! I'm the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I'm the kind of person who doesn't have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I'm the kind of person who's gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don't even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you'd want to be around. I may get discouraged, and "get you down." I'm the kind of person who's giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I'm the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You're someone that this person can always depend! I'm not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That's why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton
Brave Indian warrior Sitting alone in the woods In the soft glowing light Of a low hanging moon Shining on the mighty river Brave Indian warrior Playing the flute The forest comes alive Animals waking from slumber To hear his melancholy tune Brave Indian warrior Deep in thought The music lets him escape Taking his mind of things And focusing Brave Indian warrior Reflecting on the past Thinking of all he did All he could do All he should have done Brave Indian warrior All alone now Concentrating Drifting away Into exploration of the mind ~~Written By~Brittany Larson~ For Constance's contest ~"Tell His Story"
Confused If there were thing's I couldn't understand,you was one of them. Going back and forth with one another,like the wind and does in the howls of winter.You'd follow me to escape your own reality,only not knowing your shattering mine.You tell me to be me there was a time when I was me and you couldn't stand it like it was looking into the eye's of a demon.How should I respond? Running away only brings more then I can offer. Now I'm drifting and everything left me,I'll suffer the venom of past and the reoccurring pains. From the tell's of literature to the mounts of the great wars have I been able to tell just from their looks what they thought that very moment but as I look into your eye's does it not only confuse me it refuses to tell me the truth,why am I looking into my own eyes? Let me touch your face.Let me look into your eye's.Let me see the truth which is clouded and locked away.Let me see your feelings fall from your eye's. Burned. Chain. Shackled. Scared. Tortured. Entangled with lies.and yet harbors no hate toward anyone then yourself.How much do you loathe yourself? To the point your a sacrificial offering of your own whim's? As I search for the truth,I see the many heartbreaks and the lies been told to help but nothing prevails. Yet you look at me looking for the same thing. We're both confused? We're both in agony? We're the same? This isn't right.This is a lie.I don't wish to see anymore. I won't lose to this,nor bow down and be your toy.Yet when I'm close to you,it never cold. Hold my hand as I fight with myself. Never mind hold me closer until neither of us is cold.Don't lie to me with those pleading eye's,that are like dark's as coal and beautiful as an onyx. Let's be ourselves.Let's shut ourselves away from this world.Let's search for our own truth.But if there only fear in your mouth,then there's lies.I shall grab your heart and I will hold it like it was the last gem on earth.So scream,hate,and be gently. I'm confused.Your confused.I will listen,if you will talk. Have you ever heard these words before? I never have but I will say them to you,you who has the same pleading eye's as me.When we're so much alike yet so different to the point it confusing.
Slowly, The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire The hammerlight of Summer With little mouse-steps, Steals off into apricity. I divide my days Between wine and responsibilities As a child divides his Between play and obedience. The time itself, at its best, Is wine to me, Full of light and flavors Vying for my attention. The aptly named Sept/ember Ignites itself against the skies And sets my thoughts asmoulder; The inspiration I have begged and badgered To arrive, does so at last By its own rule, on its own clock In the deep of the night While I should be asleep. I awake, Dreams close behind my shoulder, And find myself at this crossroads, Inexorably older.
Look at my magnificent man. So sweet and sultry and always has a plan. Every lovely layer I pull back I find gold When God gave me this glorious man He broke the mold. Walking and whistling is what he does with ease. He's always so sweet and satisfying to please. Taking a bite out of him and take a trip to the dentist. Any girl would be lucky to be on his love list. However, this heavenly dream has become just mine. He's a walking dish---so delicious and divine! He became such a special surprise on those sultry summer days. So refreshingly refining that he put me in a haze. Others I find ogling at my oh so original man. It used to brutally bother me but, now I understand--- Not many have such a sweet man to go home to. But ladies, I'll let you look just once, and that's all I can do. Ladies, I'll give a little advice on landing a good man. Appreciate all his attributes, even the ones you can't stand. His sweetness and his smile will always satisfy you. Bumps and bruises in life will come, so learn to appreciate them too.
You're Valuable To God! You're valuable to God! He gave you his best! You can enjoy his love, peace and rest! You're valuable to Jesus! He bled and died… He sacrificed his life for you, and was crucified! You're valuable! You were bought with the Lord's blood. Everything he's given to you is because of his love! You're valuable to God, and so wonderfully made! A way to get to heaven has already been paid! You're valuable and precious! One of a kind! When God created this world. He had YOU in mind! You're valuable to the lord! He wants you to know… Not all of the world's money can purchase your soul! You're valuable to God! He offers his salvation. You can enjoy his peace and sanctification! You're valuable to God! Won't you come to him? And experience his love, and the forgiveness of sin? God offers to you eternal life that's precious! He speaks to you from a heart of mercy and kindness! By Jim Pemberton
A warm breeze gently lifts the white voile I watch it dance from across the room where I lay Half awake, and recovered from yesterday's toil I'm awakened to the smell of an early summer's day Honey suckle makes its heightened presence known As it thickens the air with pungent perfume Soft, sunrays through the opened window shone And cast shadows of climbing ivy in costume While brilliant blue skies steal their golden hue Bid me arise and take in the vast beauty all around The endless sunrises and sunsets, to pursue When the world is young again and life is more profound I hear the ocean's call through the wind, 'come home' Our long distance love affair still grows strong It makes no difference where these feet may roam In summer or winter, love endures and can't be wrong ~*~ 06/12/13
He was so excited, he just couldn't wait He'd often check the calendar and reconfirm the date He was a child of struggles, challenged some would say Mental disabilities his progress would delay But he was not to be denied, he knew not of defeat Because of Special Olympics he was able to compete When the special day arrived, devoid of any fears He happily joined the others, a collection of his peers I heard the starter call their names and prepare them for their race He gave a wave and smiled at me, joy written on his face At last when the gun sounded and left them to their fate The runners all surged forward with their ungainly gait As they approached the first curve, he was giving it his all When suddenly without warning I saw him trip and fall My heart I think stopped beating as I saw him start to rise And I couldn't stop the tears from welling in my eyes But then a strange thing happened, two others in the meet Came back and stopped beside him and helped him to his feet Together they began to run, well behind the rest But it didn't seem to matter, toward the finish line they pressed And holding hands they finished well behind the winners pace They didn't care that they were last, but that they'd run the race Since then I often ask myself as new challenges I face How do I define winning. How will I run my race 1st place in"A Fragment Of Life" contest Written Jun 22,2011 Bob Quigley
I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth I can't hear the screams as they work their way out As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and Once recovered sensed the words were written,not Even a look to see what was written only to know it Was there.Sleepless night,taunt filled faces horde my Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you. How many times have I witness myself wound my self With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ? But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in Which we share spread further and further like the flames Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world. We are both witnesses and at the same time We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes? May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners To this world and the next.
Give me drink, rest, and solitude-- these are all the things I long for. Give me as well your finest food and I'll ask of you, lass, no more! My bonnie lass, what's the matter-- why are you all sorry and alone? Don't be sad because you're fatter than most, lass, for love loves its own. Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret. If I were a young lad again, I'd pursue you without regret! But as I am three-score and ten years old, indeed, I can never be the youthful lad you most need. But your pain won't be for ever: for your heart will refuse to bleed.
*********** A Unique - And - Secure Gravitational Pull Upon... The Earth's surface And to all Of it's Inhabitants' With redeeming life Flowing.... With.....a Cause for freedom To set Thee free.... Poet Author Gary Fields copyright Apr2012 poetrysoup.com
We will cherish these moments Because they are few, But please always remember I will always love you.
God made all people But some better than others? Stop being silly.
I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so "bored." When they were singing the songs, some didn't seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another "yawn." Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply "get bored with everything?" As the preacher arose to preach his "Sunday sermon best." "Fill between the lines," he said… This was to be the "test." Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a "closing prayer." I noticed many of the people were "happy to get out of there!" I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… "Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?" "Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I've heard about?" "Has the power of God in many churches been 'kicked out?'" I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a "boring Sunday experience." May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton
In the exact moment that I am right now I stand in a sea of vulnerability; susceptible to the effects of causes around me and since I am fully aware, I own my surroundings I am one with sounds and vibrations resonating from the earth; I am that pulse of the drum beat thats been thrashing inside me since birth Right now, I am exactly as I am deeply flawed and misjudged used, victimized and persecuted Right now I am you in the absolute Right now, I am exactly as I am balanced, whole and complete attracting abundance and certainty Right now I am peace - still you Right now, I am exactly as I am You
Drugs And Sex? Or Jesus Christ? Why do many talk about drugs and sex? But not Jesus Christ? It's almost like many live in bondage, at a cheap price! Is there anyone who'll choose to live for the King of Kings? And experience what everlasting life can really bring? Tell me… Is a life of drugs and sex the "ultimate goal?" To love a life of addictions and heartaches to the soul? When it comes to the power of Jesus Christ… He stands alone! Only he has the power to heal your life and home! Only he can restore the emptiness, that drugs and sex leave behind! And only he can bring a complete healing to the troubled mind! He can restore anything in a life, that drugs and sex have taken! With him as Lord…. There's no one who's ever forsaken! Won't you take the time, to open up your heart and receive him? He offers a life filled with hope and joy! Won't you believe him? Behold! The glory of Jesus Christ! A wondrous savior to behold! He brings life eternal! More precious than silver or gold! Hallelujah! The majesty of Jesus! He can set you free! He offers true peace and joy! And a life for all eternity! By Jim Pemberton 02/09/13
God, I Need Your Forgiveness! God, I need your forgiveness, for things I've done! I need to be washed through the blood of your son! Please take away the heartache and pain! Help me to trust you, when I call on your name! May t take each day to really get to know you! And just take the time to say that I LOVE YOU! May my heart be humbled and broken within! And daily trust Jesus as my savior and friend! I'll always need someone that I can lean on to! I don't know what I'd do, if I didn't have you! By Jim Pemberton
Earths people, it is time to wake up, the 'Prince' is alive! Ascension available, access through your heart Seek and you shall find! Time is short, personally unite, connect as one Eternity given Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with 'our lord Jesus' and 'our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit ***Happy Easter Everyone***
All around me Great cities made of sand. Green sky scrapers poke through the ground To thrive in life's strict conditions And melt away with the tide… Great houses made of cards Form lines, and tightrope walk existence, Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall And buckle our world to its knees As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines. So while were here We dance with the Glass Goddess Poised miles above reality, Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts- We floor it in the sky Living death in the fast lane, Seizing the day Because any moment We could disappear Into Jacob Reinhardt 10/15/2013
As I think about where my life has been... It's hard to believe that I'm still here again! I think about the many things I've been through. And ask myself the question; "what am I going to do?" With the trials of life, have come trials. A life filled with uncertainty and many "traveled miles." It's like riding the waves of life's stormy sea. Never knowing where the next wave will take me! Everything I know... And all that I've done… I lay down my life at the feet of Jesus... God's precious son! I ask you Jesus for mercy! I come to you now! I come before your majesty and humbly bow! You've brought love and wholeness within! You've given me a "new life!" And took away my sin! I love and thank you Lord, for your hand extended! The beauty of your holiness is to be commended! You brought to me hope, in a hopeless situation! And have given to me the wonderful gift of salvation! By Jim Pemberton
Wining and dining, Dancing and prancing Hoping I'll score, My money I'm chancing... Desperate for love, A body warm All my sensualities Begin to swarm Peck on the cheek, My $100 prize I stood there still, With glazed eyes Inside she rushed, With ne're a word, I stood still on the stoop, Like a highschool nerd Was it my hair? My breath? My looks? Does she see My hands as hooks? Home I went, Head hung low, Well, at least, Now I know... No vanity Do I see... Worthy of... Overcoming me.
Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day by Amy Swanson Kissed so softly by the sun warmth on my face wind in my hair enjoying this place of quiet contentment at peace with life letting my problems go .... ... flow... out into this sunfilled sunshine sunglow sunkissed afternoon without a care. Breeze blows gently I close my eyes ... soul drifts along entwined with nature precious moment peaceful solitude ~d r i f t i n g~ dreamlike... kiss of sun hot on my eyelids - my heart open I welcome the day.
Crowning the morning Lifting the waking spirits Traversing heaven
You've got to love your life. I'm drifting through my life As I climb those rocky trails The only place I want to be is now The Spring comes, me just sitting here As the grass grows by itself I never did want too much, anyhow. Can't worry about your burdens One has to travel on The past can't do no damage, it be gone And the future, well there's no one knows No matter what they do You cannot stop those hands from moving on. You've got to love your life That's the only way to go There ain't no going back to what's been done Cause life was made for loving The song you sing is yours You're a one off soul, you be the only one. You have to live your story No matter where it goes No matter what the hard knocks you might gain The road might lead to nowhere Yet dance it anyhow When life stand still, then it be lived in vain.
The body: sacred We're all made in God's image Hence... circumcision?
The day is oh so quiet. The sun has not come up. But I can see it peeking. The world awaits it on its throne. Everything is still. No one is running about. What a perfect time for poetry… Before my brood is up. Beautiful. Serene. A cup of coffee near by. A moment out of time. Within this cocooned moment… The world is all mine.
Jesus' death paid it all! What have you given in return? His death on the cross… Was from his love and concern! His life for yours… On Calvary… Has been paid. His offer of eternal life, has been made! Through God's word, he's been talking! And stands at your hearts door… patiently knocking! Won't you invite him in? As your guest? Then, your life will be totally blessed! He can bring health and healing to your bones! He can bring his love to your family and home! "Come unto me." Is the the master's call. Won't you come to him now? One and all? He's here right now! In this very place… And extends to you his mercy and grace. Won't you accept him today? He loves you more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton
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Like a ticking time bomb, I stayed in my shell. Waiting to get out of this Hell-- That was my life. Feeling alone in every corner, I stayed isolated waiting for a shoulder. Hoping someone would reach out to me, Thinking everyone else had the key. Till I realized that I was the door, And the key was in me. That's when I looked up for the first time, And realized that the only fault was mine. For I created my own misery, And blamed others for what I did to me. I picked my head up and walked tall, And that's when I saw them all... Everyone was like me. Or should I say how I used to be. Heads down with hand in my pockets, Waiting for someone to open them up like lockets. Thinking they too were alone in their Hell, And that's why I have this story to tell... Life can be a lonely place, Until you look up-- And see the world for what it is, An empty cup. Waiting for you to fill it with everyone else, Not to stand alone in it like it's a prison cell. For what's in that cup can beautiful and pleasant, And instead of being your Hell, It can be your Heaven.
They praise me like a saint, But I am a sinner; They don't know the man they see. I am an addict. Broken eyes to pornography, Only Jesus can set me free. Only by His death on the cross And the grace of His Father's love Am I able to be set free. With God as The Light, The One and Only Light, The Only Hope in sight, Will I be set free. I am free.
It Almost Seems Like Yesterday… It almost seems like yesterday, I was very young. I was playing with my friends and having so much fun! It almost seems like yesterday, we were a loving family! I was excited about life and so very content and happy! It almost seems like yesterday, we were at church on Sunday! How much I dreaded gong to school the next Monday! It almost seems like yesterday, I'd go to work with grandpa! I'd look forward to having some time with grandma! It almost seems like yesterday, I'd read my Bible too! I loved Jesus! And this was what I waned to do! It almost seems like yesterday, an excitement was there! A passion for my family and God, I wanted to share! It almost seems like yesterday, that I met my sweet wife. And the blessing she's been for a good part of my life! It almost seems like yesterday, when our kids were born. God helped us through the many trials and storms! What happened yesterday brings memories loud and clear. The things I hold on to today shall one day disappear! What happens today… May it bring me to the God I once knew! May I seek his will and direction In everything I do! What happens tomorrow… I don't know what the future brings! I'm going to put my faith in God. He'll take care of everything! What will happen today, is that I'll take some time in prayer! I know that God is faithful! And will meet me there! Yesterday is the past!. Today is a present God has given! And I will follow him, each day I'm livin'! By Jim Pemberton
Lord… I'm Thankful For My Dad! Lord, during this special day, I'm so glad… For giving to me such a special dad! He's been very thoughtful and kind! Fathers like him are very hard to find! I remember growing up with my brothers… He was special to us, like "no other!" As a young boy, he taught me God's ways. And I've kept it throughout my days! I've often sought his advice and counsel… Especially when life was looking "awful!" He was there to give support the best he could. Trying to help the best way he understood. I suppose now that I'm growing old… I'm remembering more things that my dad told! "My father is one in a million." Is what I believe.! Many blessing from him I have received! May the blessings of God daily surround him! I'm so thankful that my mother found him! Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this! May his days ahead be happy and blessed! By Jim Pemberton
A day in the country I went to the country To see my Bro's Land I saw he had worked hard His land looked so grand For a second this envy It tapped on my soul But then I looked deeper Saw things as a whole! I looked at his features All the lines on his face Not character lines Those lines that add grace Just sad saggy lines From worry and stress There was naught in his manner That read happiness. I'm a loser to his type I have no ambition I live for today He lives for his mission But I have a smile And a generous heart While he, how I see him Is a grumpy old fart. 10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs
I have it all What need I, I have it all There's nothing that I need This garden offers everything Oh, yes, it does indeed Those branches dancing on the breeze Green parrots gentle call Soft music on the stereo Oh yes, I have it all. No treasures in this whole wide world Could give me any more One moment spent among the flowers This be what I adore Hibiscus with its purple flowers Those softly cooing doves Soft green leaves in the morning sun Oh, all of this I love. Those dark grey clouds that fill the sky Give off a hint of rain As I wait to feel the velvet drops I'm like a man insane Drinking in the sweet damp air And this beauty all around I open up my heart and soul To the harmony here found.
Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 ) Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board ! Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord ! Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard ! Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword ! (He's Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!) So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can't Afford The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored It's All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar ( Rev. 13: 11-15 ) Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) (Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born) GOD … Please Grant Us: The Courage Of Jesus The Strength Of Jesus The Loyalty Of Jesus The Love Of Jesus The King Of Kings ( Rev. 19: 16 ) The Prince Of Peace ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 ) & The Amen … ( 1 Cor. 1: 20 & Rev. 3: 14 ) That's Why … In The Name Of Jesus ( Philippians 2: 9-11 ) Amen His MoonBee
The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom! The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom. This is a helpful key to enter his kingdom! This encourages a reverence for his holy name! Having God's wisdom, can spare us, so much shame! God loves and cares for us! And listens when we pray! Through his son Jesus, his love has been displayed! He's given to us his word, as a way to remind us… We may get lost… But God's love will find us! Having a Godly fear, will nourish the soul! Having his wisdom will help make us whole! Won't you seek the Lord? While he may be found? He can pick you up, when you feel you're losing ground! Come one and all! All of heaven does proclaim… Anything you need… You can find in Jesus' name! Please, dear lord, bring your presence and love! And guide us with your wisdom and spirit from above! By Jim Pemberton
I've a vast store of mem'ries about Chicago as I've lived there for a couple of years helping out in the parish of many immigrants, especially Mexicans and Puerto Ricans. I've made friends and a number of them still continue to correspond by emails; it's like a treasure-trove of relationships - where friendship makes a big difference. I still remember when I get invitations from people of other cultures in their homes; their different cuisines and customs, a great experience, a wealth of culture. Chicago's known for many attractions, home of architecture with modern skyscraper the neo-gothic Tribune Tower in the north along with white Wrigley building in the city; rich in architectural history, a sight to behold! Its classic and modern architecture so far, complements each other in visible terms, with innovative ideas and creative designs a special city with marvelous history. Daniel Burnham, the famed architect, designed the Merchandise Mart and others significant to his life like 'Paris on the Prairie', a tapestry of combined art of old and new. Renowned architects with their respective styles such as Frank Lloyd Wright and his prairie designs, Louis Sullivan and his visible ornate facades Ludwig Miles van der Rohe for modern styles. Oh, Chicago, known also as the Windy City so rich in history and its uniqueness too, the time when a huge fire razed the city destroyed lovely buildings in 1871. Well, with the growing skyscrapers in the city Chicago Spire, for instance, with its 150 stories designed by a renowned architect Calatrava, stands as the tallest building in North America. With the so-called Trump Tower in its 92 stories and then, Waterview Tower with its 90 stories, Sears Tower, the skyscraper with its 110 stories, that's the only tallest among buildings in the U.S. Oh well, this is Chicago in the landscape of beauty, as a windy city, as well as a gateway to reality; there's meaning to trace back in history there's continuing progress towards this century.
I love this drug it makes me sooooo.....mmm superwomaly flying to the fifth or sixth dimension of an extension of me Not being self absorbed or super conceited just longing to be treated as the one longing to the one of a ton of many ones that want to be cool...smooth...easy like a commodore morning. Glorifying the timing of a lingering love for me... Jill Scott found the magic number so I wonder why can't I be that fly to find that equation that will solve the problem of unlimited elation to the nth degree you see I've managed to stay cool...no fool around here to disrupt or put an abrupt end to the trend of being a friend to a Crew of Spirits beyond limits and understanding...thanking Him for the pace of grace that I feel to deal with others who want to change the solution to my equation of being one with my Saviour.
I picked up a penny face-down, But I don't believe in luck. Everything happens for a reason; God's mercy frees the stuck. Redeem me, Heavenly Father; Please, I know the wrong I've done. Thank You for dying for me; My sins You have overcome!
Oh Happy Day, when you were born. For many years, my heart did mourn. Childless I lived amid the throng. Watching mothers rush children along. Alone in a restaurant, twirling the ice – Little girls with bows looking so nice Brothers and sisters laughing out loud While childless I sat amid the crowd. Primary children would sing sweet songs. Mothers would lovingly hum along. Boys on the playground would tackle their dog. I, like the old cliché, a bump on a log. Watching, with my heart breaking. Dreaming with memories aching. I lost my first child before he was born. Year after year, my mind was forlorn. But then, it happened; you were on your way. I prayerfully waited day by day. Five and a half months within me growing. Proudly knowing, greatly showing. Then came six and I felt some relief. Then, when you were born, you erased my grief. I became a mother and not just a wife. Your live birth, my child, Became the happiest day of my life. © December 23, 2010 Dane Smith-Johnsen Form: Narrative with rhyme
I feel the flames of love ignite, Burning me to my very core, As it blazes on into the night; Deep in my heart I know it's right, I've never felt like this before; I feel the flames of love ignite; Sweat glistens in the fire light, And my senses tingle for what's in store, As it blazes on into the night; Your kisses on my skin, alight; It leaves me begging for more and more, I feel the flames of love ignite; My passion drives me to my height, And in fervor we explore, As it blazes on into the night; We can't hold back now anymore, In unison our bodies soar; I feel the flames of love ignite, As it blazes on into the night. ~ For Catie's Villanelle Me Contest~
The Archer of laughter [Sagittarius] He needs to know; not trivia But all those deeper things Needs a higher education He wants his life to bring All the answers big and vast He wants to travel too Cause he has heaps of energy He loves to do things new. He cannot handle boredom He must be on the go If not in the physical Then he will have to know Everything about anything He's a philosopher, this too He loves to have his high ideals And he'll always say what's true. But most of all he loves to laugh To him life be a game He doesn't do traditional And he don't like things the same He can be over bearing But you'll like him anyway Though he will really pee you off When he has too much to say. 1 August 2013 @ 0727hrs.
European-style elegance Meets modern ingenuity Where stools too high to sit in welcome tired feet in flip flops Near the tourist bookstore Standing just across the street In tasteful jingles ~ Creaking through the heavy door The ordinary becomes more. Voices rise over carafe's, Through Musak in the old café Where egg-shell mugs are neatly stacked below a chalkboard menu. And in-between glossy lacquers A ritual of life endures ~ With whipped cream topping And a dash of chocolate sprinkles.
Stand up and shake; Feel the rhythm in your heart. Ignite those pants; We get up and dance. God on our mind, Eternity in our souls; Feel the chills of those bones. It's the hope. Open those closed doors: Into Heaven we go, Welcomed and forgiven. Here is the love; Let's dance!
June 24th 2010 Twin Key Hey, help me out here would you please? Can you show me where all my whys go? While you are at it search my I told you so. More so, that alter ego I want you to seize. Listen here and listen up, it has twin keys. I tell you something else, do not tell it no. It gets bigger and bigger a dynasty I know. Blow a kiss for me send it my best breeze. Roll out my red carpet, Spit-shine your shoes, Sit it down just park it! Say I depart my blues! Look out here there is two just like me, God blessed you! I have my Twin Key. ®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
You are in my heart wherever I go; You I will never let go. You are with me always; You I am always. This is love. Build by God above, This is love.
I tried to write about love but I haven't felt it. I tried to write about the sea but I've never seen it. Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. I tried to write about magic but I never believed it. I couldn't write about god, all I have ever done is sinned. And when I tried to write about life I found, I have never really lived.
Lord I thank You for seeing me thru The heartache and pain, healing my soul and making me whole All the while continually Filling me with so much joy It is hard to contain All I can do is smile As I lift Your name on high I just want to say Thank You Lord For blessing me.
What Shakespeare didn't write he left to me In this, a brand new world and century The English language lives and breathes, alive A poet's job is helping it survive The Muses use us, soul and body, mind To write of things that can not be defined The subject matter always stays the same It's love and hate, it's greed and fear and fame New words evolve to name the things we see But subject matter stays through history Our hands the only instruments of worth To help the Muses speak and then give birth Their words are bridges crossing deep divides That bring to man the peace that truth provides
Are You Ready to Meet Jesus? One day soon, there'll be A meeting In the air! God's people will gather, from everywhere! Jesus will return,, for you and me! He wants to take us all! For eternity! People will be there! Both young and old! Being with Jesus forever! On streets paved with gold! When he comes, no one knows! When he does, may we be ready to go! Live you life, as if He came right now! One day, before him, Every knee shall bow! May we live a Godly life, in everything! As we look forward to, the return of the king! By Jim Pemberton
Many Have Gone On Before Me… As I grow old, many I know have gone on before me. Some I didn't know. And some knew me. In our lives, there's one thing that's very certain. We don't know when we'll meet life's "final curtain." No matter how we try to look, or seek a "younger appeal." One day, old age comes, and the end of life seems real! Our lives down here, could end tomorrow! No matter how many years we may try to "borrow." God knows when the end of our lives will be! The question is: Where will you spend your eternity? You may seek all of this world's wealth and fame. But when death comes calling… It knows your name! You can go through life, and keep "pretending." But God knows when your life will be ending! He's prepared for you, a place in his eternal city. There'll be no more sorrow, pain or pity! All of the angels in heaven await your choice! Each person coming to heaven,,, They all rejoice! Jesus loves you! This is great news! His gift of salvation... Please don't refuse! Think about those who've gone on before you! And the wonderful God that always knew you! Every breath you breathe… Each step that's taken… Jesus is your only hope and secure foundation! By Jim Pemberton
Those sweet little things We're sitting in the living room The TV droning on As I just sit there dreaming Or write a little song My lady she's just sitting there With a crossword or a game An attentive look upon her face It's every night the same. And yet, you know I worship it All the time we spend together One moment in her company It could go on forever All filled with peace and harmony It's the sweetest thing on Earth Just sitting in that living room It has, for me such worth. Once I was a doubter Of the very best things in life My boredom caused much trouble And gave me so much strife But now I know it's the little things They're what life's all about It took me such a long, long time But now I've found this out. 23 July 2013 @ 1905hrs.
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
ginger surmising the mood while rising a sip for me, Bach and tea a bench for a throne liberates my own connection with ivory restless eyes draw closed moments to compose gingerly to far off place- fragrant steam escapes wrapping rapture's shape in timeless, lyrical lace ~
Sometimes I get stuck in the struggle And I forget that this life is real, Full of real love, Full of real people, Full of real strength, Full of real faith. Look around Because this is real. Welcome to reality; This is God's amazing life!
Someone Felt Like Giving Up! I know someone who wanted to give up. Things in life began to "trip him up." After much thought and contemplation. He really offered no real explanation. He felt like his life was at a "dead end road." He said he couldn't continue with a heavy load. No matter how many different things he tried. He was not happy… Nor satisfied! He began to share a piece of his mind… He was ready to leave everything behind. The choices that he had sometime ago… Began to "wear" at his heart and soul! I tried to encourage him the best I could. But I'm not sure he really understood. As I watched him go his separate way… I said; "there's something I wanted to say." "There's a God who reigns in haven above!" "He wants to fill you with his hope and love!" "He knows and cares about everything you'll do!" "He's loving and kind!" "And wants to help YOU!" As I spoke, I could see he thought for a minute. A commitment to God… He decided to give it! He decided to give it all to a God who won't fail him! He wanted to serve a God, who wants to bless him! He's happy now that this choice was taken! With Jesus… He's never alone nor forsaken! By Jim Pemberton
Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You… I have many times read in the Bible, "the golden rule." "Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you!" I often wonder if many people really take this to heart. This is where Christ' love in action really starts! Just think if we treat others the way we want to be treated. Many relations would certainly be healed and completed!! If we were to speak kindness the way we want to receive it. Others would see Christ' love in us… And would believe it! If we were serious about seeking a Godly way of living. We'd see much more of Christ' love and forgiving! The challenge is to simply do what our Lord is wishin Applying "the golden rule" must be our mission! Thanks be to God for the way he treats us all the same! May we humbly serve others in Christ' name! Giving to others the way we want to receive must be our goal… If we're going to receive the richness of Christ in our soul! By Jim Pemberton
People in church,, talked to me about knowing God. At first I didn't know him…. I thought it was "odd." But then, I made a commitment to know and serve him. It meant a lot to me, to let him know that I loved him. The next few weeks I spent a lot of time in prayer. I wanted to spread God's good news everywhere! I often told others, at church, about my burning passion. But many laughed, and said; "you're just old fashioned!" But, wait a minute! Isn't this what Christ wants us to do? I read, "the harvest is ready." "The laborers are few!" I soon realized that many in church don't get too "excited." Remaining in their comfort zone, has often, been decided! Often, in my desire to serve God, I felt all alone. I even wanted to tell others of Christ, from my home! In the local stores, and business, I wanted to do ministry. After all, I knew that God had given me the ability! I was often criticized by others in church for doing "wrong." This type of serving God, many felt, just didn't belong. Many felt the "right" way was to give others the Sunday sermon From the outline, then perhaps others could be learnin'… What a disappointment this often turns out to be! People in church not concerned about others' eternity! No matter what others say. No matter what others do! I am not ashamed to publicly say "Jesus… I love YOU!" I'm simply seeking God's approval. Not that of men! So that others may know and find forgiveness of sin! By Jim Pemberton
The poem is to be written by itself: Like life looking for the trembling instant of luminescent lucidity; Like lovable faces and the old lullaby ... Like logarithms in a looking-glass of the same fable. Like the old loom bringing us common recollections; This February like a loop-hole in the winter`s wall Is ready to give us the space where you paint the other seasons. Facetious,facile fag running in the fair falters an old truth About this famine of poetry whose fan you and me still are. Fastidious February in a fashionable far-fetched fatigue Ready to find fault with somebody else... Feline February near the fence looks at the fireplace Where feelings of glass become our every day fix. February,flabbergast us with your flag in the flavor of hope.
Offended is ignorance a lack of understanding silence is not for everyone humans speak and do things different than you or your faction true or untrue or stretch truth what's the worry? stressing over someone else's beliefs takes you away from your own routine offended is a waste of energy needed for nothing causing dangerous sparks within one's mind one's heart one's soul becomes contaminated with preoccupations vengeance breeds furious often unexpected actions of ill-will occur or changes for the worse creep in the shadows of good growing taking over "spiritual kudzoo" none could tame extinguish your dealings with petty rage of another imperfect being's mouth cancer vanishes easier with early detection MOVE ON! or at least learn from your polar opposite
People were Many things. Strange or not People were Different and Odd and fun. People were Monsters but… That's not all People were And still are Strange and odd. People are People. For life is life. Yet not. Not is lies. Truth seeps from Every mouth Lies, lies, lies Move, move, move But somehow Lies prevail. Lies are life. Lies are death. Lies are homes. Lies are pain. Lies are truth. Yet somehow. Truth prevails. Truth is life. Truth is death. Truth is home. Truth is pain. Truth is lie. Truth is that. Lies will die. Lies will cease. Nevermore. Truth will live. Truth will be. Forever.
Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me! Jesus is the best thing that happened to me! He loves me so much! It's plain to see! Jesus has provided everything I need, to get tough! If it wasn't for him… I don't know what I'd do! Jesus has come, that I might life so abundantly! He's given me all I need… Most assuredly! He does for me, what nothing in this world, could ever do! And completely understands, everything I go through! He brings his peace, hope and a blessed satisfaction! I can have fellowship with him! A "heavenly interaction!" He can restore what the enemy has stolen and taken away! He brings a true meaning! And has changed me today! I'm very thankful! For all that he's provided! I'm going to live for him! This has already been decided! Thank you Jesus! My lord and my best friend! You've done so much for me! Over and over again! I praise your name! And want you to know… I'll tell others of your goodness… Wherever I go! By Jim Pemberton
Over the years, I think about how this country has changed. It's like "right vs. wrong" has been "rearranged." We're told that a separation from man and God exists. Yet the handiwork of God is in our very midst! Rather than seeking to obey God's word and rules. Our courts have turned this country into "fools." The whole idea of marriage is often very confusing. Many don't think about the wrong path they're choosing! Government often passes laws that provide a "moral instability." We've often lost our respect for a Godly type of morality. As people's lives get filled with lusts of various kinds. Many are wandering around with very confused minds! "One nation under God" is too often under attack. As this country is quickly "getting off track!" If "change" is what you want, or what you're looking for. Think about the purpose of life you're meant for! The direction you need to travel, is to the Lord in prayer. Wherever you are... He will meet you there! Christ alone removes any "God or state" separation. By his shed blood and his gift of salvation! There's no Supreme Court near heaven's gates! There's a God who loves who, and anxiously waits! He longs for you to receive his life eternal. So he can put your name in heaven's journal! Won't you allow his love to cleanse you within? And experience the atonement for every sin! May the Lord bring to us all a healing and restoration! He is the only true hope for our great nation! By Jim Pemberton
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There No Rest I can't hear you I can't see you I must be losing my mind Our sanity is losing it pace Shall this trio fall into madness Let us fall for we shall never break Must we see day as or time to rest Must we see night as or time to play Where going feel every second painfully I touch your head I touch you lips I touch you chin I release you I trap you I watch you Sleep Awake Meditation I give you birth I take your life I give you peace Let sleep Let lay our heads At least we know We are protected
Hark! It is he! A slate face; devoid! Mechanical, computing, sleepless. No! Just human! Turning, just turning! He will not fall, now expressionless. The dark gazeth! Yet, he wont gaze back! Four days, sleepless, faceless, for all! His face is stone. No care, there's no care! Persist amidst all of the loss. It is but he! No! Tireless; designed to be. It is but he! Shrug the abyss, he will nev'r fail; a perfection, designed to be. Shrug the abyss. Through it all, he leaveth none for all! To see the end of it all, the completion of it all! None but all. Four days sleepless, it is none but he! Faceless, breathless, mechanized. Look! See him now! With bags under eyes. See him now, the man with no face. It is he, Be it so! Be it so! To see the end of it; the destruction of it all! It is he.
For whole beings My answer is as the star twinkles in night Bright twinkle and deep Dearing to throw light for the sky to illuminate Still being countless too Cannot provide requirement of appropriate sight My mean is as countless cries could be fruitless A bridge single stood over the river Accumulates favour from all goers all the time Still being solid and stout Has earn mild heart managing ways from both sides But a case of bang being horror timid loses always Even a child cannot warm welcome Sheds tears terrifying, seeing flown hands and legs My mean is even a child which cannot accept Why the grown youths do play such heinous trick? Leaving hatred within the heart, need is unite, build the earth In school all are same and are given educative lessons Who is defaulter and criminal going later on? My mean is first provision food, shelter and rest So a prescription for a universal government with all discreet For the people, of the people by the people, for whole beings. 21/08/2014/
-------- Do You find your-self With-out a ladder And just don't know What to do? ------ Try the "Law Of Reciprocity" Fore only good thing's come Back to You! ------ Plant your-self a Seed And then You shall Have a Tree... ------ Just give it a little time And soon you will have three... ------ Then You shall be able To climb... For the very first time... Poet Author Gary Fields
Intimacy – To Put It Delicately, Is Closer Than Flesh Can Form And Stronger Than The Desire … It Bravely Springs Forth From Intimacy – Shuts Door On Separated and Shy Intimacy Knows Who You Are … And Doesn't Need To Ask Why Intimacy – Is More than A Touch, Sight, Smell, Taste Or Words Heard Intimacy – Vanquishes Alone Unknown and Scared Intimacy – Is A Certainty And So Beautiful To Have and Hold Intimacy – Is Secrecy Shared Between Love and In-Love Souls … Intimacy …
Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain Valley and creeks and eagles that soar Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain Relish with me if you will if you must if you can Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain There is a new day a new beginning and a new you Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain
Lord, I do not know what to do; Please, lead me by Your side. Decisions I'm facing are lost and through; Please, lead me to do what's right.
Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul
Children with an illness, Go through life, They are looked down apon, Because they are different, When really they are not, They are no different from you and me, They have the same blood, Running through their bodies, Just as their hearts as well, So, don't just look apon, Their outer appearance, And judge them, For who they really are, For a lot of them, Are smarter and brighter, Than you and I, Could possibly be, On our brightest day, For they have the gifts, From God up above, So, always take the time, To get to know their inner beauty, For who they really are, Cause they too need love, Just as everyone else does, If not even more.
< Destruction of beautiful mother earth Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks Destruction of beautiful mother earth Illuminate waters that someone hurts Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth Man woman and even thy smallest mirth For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk Destruction of beautiful mother earth Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth Like land before time when man walked Wonder how forces existed and talked Destruction of beautiful mother earth Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth
< I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day dont let an overpowering object just get away Written By Katherine Stella 6/26/11 Entry For A Rambling Poet's Writing In The Sublime
My parents taught me the Christian ways. I was taught to obey what the Bible says. I was proud of my parents! I really was! And loved them so much… Just because! They meant everything to me! I was proud! Until one day... There appeared "a dark cloud." It was like a "darkness" hovered above. Leaving their marriage empty of needed love! Though they were together many years. There were many cracks that soon appeared. I say a once happy home soon destroyed. Being with one another…. They no longer enjoyed! How could this happen! I had wondered… To see a happy marriage "totally plundered As sin crept in... And allowed to prevail. Very soon this marriage simply failed. May this be a warning for me and you… That our commitment remains faithful and true! If your marriage is heading toward separation… Please seek God for a healing and restoration! If your planning to have a divorce.. Jesus' love can put it on the right course! He can replace the brokenness and hurt within.. And can put your lives back together AGAIN! By Jim Pemberton
Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest At the end of days, the earth displays its anger, Clouds part, heaven awaits, choosing life, I depart.
The life that we lead doesn't seem worth it sometimes When all hopes and dreams are shattered But hope isn't lost, for faith can make you whole. Don't give up, and always stay strong. Trust is a gift that's often squandered The darkest of days are met with despair I'm reaching out to you to let you know that I still care Do you still believe in me? Many vows are spoken in the deepest of the soul A time in life where we have no control Keep your head up for I'll never forsake This I will promise you. This bond I make, forever it is yours to keep Sealed with love, in faith we do receive Paid not with money but the blood of an innocent man Life for you to live eternally.
Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns
A piece of gold, Rarely found A kiss, so sweet, It melts a frown A smile, That lights up a darkened room A touch, That melts one heart in two Compassion, and delicate Brave, and fierce Unfounded beauty, Full figured woman appears Swollen cheeks, Busty hips Big brown eyes, Soft sable lips Luscious hair, Draped down my neck Cushy earlobes, For you to peck A heart so ready to love indeed With so many wonders and possibilities There is something so great , Deep in my soul Something so passionate, Delicate and bold A gift, That keeps on giving A silent ear, To voice your fears An embrace, So great, It washes away The troubles, of tomorrow, and yesterday, Glossy eyes, That capture your soul Intimacy and compassion untold You'll never be lost, Or pushed astray, For I am the peace , To protect you at bay If given a chance, To fulfill all your needs Committed to you, Is what I will be For I am the door and you are the key And you've just discovered ~ALL OF Me
As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I'm trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don't understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God's laws certainly belong! I've tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they've made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they'll serve God all the days they're livin'! Even though I've failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I've taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I'm thankful for the opportunity to call them "mine." I pray they'll seek God's guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God's love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I'm trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton
Rain drops pounding upon my window pane, Oh joy! Not the foreboding sound of gloom. The sun blotted from the sky by gray rain bringing harmony and flowering blooms. I hear the distant sky's waning thunder. The catharsis of mother earth's womb shares the joys of rebirth in the winds chorus with the sound of wonder. In the warmth of my home, my soul declares; the rain has come to relieve me from stress. Shall I take a sweet nap or lose control? In my flannel pajamas, I delight in quiet time alone, feeding my soul. First, sleep with dreams, love caressed in starlight. Hand-in-hand, a stroll under silver moon. Awakened by a gentle kiss to spark feelings stolen by my mundane routines. With flower petals strewn, moistened blooms beckon me out to the park to skip and splash like a child in blue jeans. Rain still pours from the sky as I reach home for a matinee, Singin' in the Rain. Cozy with hot tea, no more need to roam. Warm, content feelings, I cannot contain. Gene Kelly inspires me to leave my bed dancing through my house with full abandon. Music plays loudly, I'm liberated. A gray day turns bright red. As I dance, ducks splash outside on my lawn. My tired body feels rejuvenated By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for An Ode to Small Comforts on a Rainy Afternoon contest (Cyndi MacMillan)
The Color of a Man's Character We all bleed And cleave to Those we leave We all smile when we are greeted And cry when we are mistreated Why do we choose to abuse others For the color of their skin? Why do we think that only Our own color should win? We're all the same underneath We all deserve peace When we lay down to sleep Love one another while you can Show your son how to be gracious The color of a man's character Is how he treats his fellow Man.
No curse words allowed are you confused, lost, ignorant you are no artist, you have shunned art and its true purpose what is art? but an expression the low and vile are the most potent Did you forget, Emerson The Poet He would call you "selfish and sensual" "an umpire of taste" "proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty" in a world of suffering, of loss Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park you, in your confusion, hide in the dark hide any truths of pain and suffering and by doing so you have lost your soul You are only half a person art is an expression of life and its hidden what is in a word? something to hide from? something to fear? to censor? to fight? are you that ashamed of language? honesty? expressions of shame? You are no poet, no artist you are no immortal, of course you are so cowardly and weak you will hide from me, censor me, avoid the truth, lie to the world if you cant stomach a curse word then you cant handle me any immortal would crush you and leave you wounded truly contemplating your life breaking you open, forcing you alive then, maybe then, you will have an emotion, worthy of expression into art. but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt You may just use a curse word
So Much to Do! So Little Time! There's so much to do in life, and so little time to do it! There's been goals in life... But I simply "blew it!" I think about what God has offered and what he's given! I haven't allowed him to be the Lord of how I'm livin'! He gave to me two great parents and food on the table! He's given me the ability to work. And to be able! As I look back with the time that I've enjoyed. I think about the time that I was unemployed! They were times of leaning on God and his love! I asked for his protection and blessings from above! With the little time, that I have here on earth… I'm going to ask the Holy Spirit, to give me a "new birth." A "new birth" to be the kind of person God wants me to be! And to ask for him to have his will, to be done through me! I want to serve Jesus, for the rest of my remaining days! To read and study his word! And do what it says! The time I take to have with Jesus, is time will spent! I seek to do his will for me, and to daily be content! Thank you my Lord for listening to what I have to say! Please come Lord Jesus and bless my time today! By Jim Pemberton
During our life... we have many choices. We see a lot of faces and hear many voices. There is a voice... like no other. The words are "sweeter than butter." It's the same voice that calmed the storm in Galilee. It's the voice that offers life abundantly. Please listen to the voice of your saviour today... And really listen to the words he has to say... "Come... follow me... and be born again!" "I'll wash you clean... and take away your sin!" His voice speaks peace to the troubled soul. And speaks joy and love to make you whole. Christ can do it with his blood-cleansing power. He can do it... this very hour! His voice beckons a never ending call. Come to him now... He's worth it all! By Jim Pemberton
Heat escapes through closet doors and breathes the frozen oxygen my body slowly cools beneath a doubled comforter O! I see a flash a flash of my mortality! A creep of winter spies my feet and dances along my tender skin. In frantic fear my feet draw near and haunt the luring warmth. O please it's been eternity since I could feel a pleasant chill instead ~ a bite! get out! please leave my wretched sight! Then minutes turn to hours till I come to terms with frozen ill I'll die here in my cloth cocoon... Then BZZZZZZZT! the blast of light and hums a ray of artificial light! appliances come racing on and tear a mortal thought away ..I'll live to see another day. And through a blissful smile, a faint but necessary thought arises.. Be thankful for the little things no matter what their guises.
If I skip sleep or refuse to take my med's against my doctor's warning, I hear radio voices at night in my ear; the voices unhinge me as no one's nearby when I'm bipolar as I fail to comply with doctors' orders. It's common, I fear-- I am committed two or three times a year. It puts my whole life on total standby! Life with my disorder is difficult; but it also makes life a real challenge, a test to surmount--a thing to exult in when I face it and no longer cringe from my disease as some evil result of fate that grimly has me on the fringe.
As a child empowered by youth, All is wonder, All is truth, Faith projecting as a wake, A child of God, Runs free these days, Oh Lord, I have been so blessed, To know your love, Feel your caress, Now I watch as the children play, And loving tears swell, ...Thank you for this day. To feel the warm sun, wind and sand, A glorious gift, A glorious plan, Watch the seagulls as they wheel and dive, Searching for scraps, Screeching in delight, Never do they question - nor do they ask, For more than they need, Or more than they have, And in this spirit so free and strong, I live, learn and love, As my gull wheels on! My Gull Wheels On aka Michael Wilson
Send me to the darkest places; That's where I feel You strongest. A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys; Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.
the life that you have now is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it it happens that many lives are taken away from the now and when we lived the can't grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark
* Thank you For simply being you I appreciate each and everything you do A simple thank you just would not do… ** Thank you for Bringing happiness to my day Always knowing what to say And helping me find my way… *** Thank you for That attentive ear when you can't be near Constantly showing you care And always being there… **** Thank you for Never allowing me to fall apart Showing me the goodness in your heart And being compassionate from the start… ***** Thank you for Understanding I'm sometimes a wreck Accepting that I'm not perfect Always treating me with respect… ****** Thank you for Caring enough to want to know Knowing when to push and when to let it go Giving me the comfort to let things flow… ******* Thank you for Listening to my screams Encouraging my dreams Building my self-esteem… ******** Thank you for Your understanding and sensitivity Inspiring my creativity Releasing my voice from captivity… ********* Thank you for Listening, never judging or asking why Promising to never lie Knowing I'm not such "a tough guy" Making me so happy I wanted to cry Giving me the most thoughtful and precious thing anyone could ever buy One I will cherish till the day I die… ********** Lay
Expectation and what's to be Never seems to flow consecutively Even if put together with passion and consistency For one is a idea with no certainty While the other is truth undeniably But a plan that's pushed not just visualized, Is when I see That although the out come could be tragedy What makes expectation a worthwhile risk is the POSSIBILITY OF CAPTURING TRUE HAPPINESS IN WHATEVER'S TO BE IS WHAT I WOULD CALL A BEAUTIFUL DESTINY!!!!
May 31, 2010 May Day! I sprout with a surprise springing forth from me today. Birds sing such a magnificent most pleasurable praise. I want to be the one He promised soon He would raise. I will be celebrated all by myself on that God-given day. I will stand in His Gracious Glory at His appointed Say. Yesterday will be but a blurring faded haze, life a craze. He sets my soul on fire and sets my spirit off in a blaze. I bet I will buzz like a bee zipping by you each May Day! It is all in a day just for me to say. Ta! Da! I'd bet you did not realize! May Day! May Day! I say let's play! Walla! I say May Day's materialize! Waiting every May Day is loads of fun, Unbelievably, May Day is never done! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
The Fault Was Your Own With these words,I wonder if I shall break your spirit. With these stones and stick,I plan to break you. With this bloody revenge,I will have you wholesomely. As you slap away m hand let's say our fear is only great toward me yet your cowardice actions are full of jokes You nothing more then an eye sore,To prideful to even realize that'll you'll fall break before the day is done. Tick tock,Tick tock. Your clocks running thin,for if I a prideful beast breaks I'll be sure to bring you with me. Ha,such a dirty creature do you think you can hold me using such unpleasant scene from a forgotten past? Of course not these be not your past but you near future,Repeating everything over and over until it to much to handle. Turn around and drink your poison. Even though your no more child you seem to carry a burden not you own,I will have no regrets ending you pitiful life. How about I become you poison and let me end you futile life. I will decided how I die and not let some stranger decided who I am.For that purpose I wield this sword. What a foolish person,to wield a sword for the person you love is what it is and not for the sake of some unseen future.How can you possible care of a future when you stick yourself in a shell and refuse to leave a past that has forgotten you already. When will you stop with your nonsense.I have no past therefore my future is chained up,perfectly awaiting me.Let me repeat your punishment so you know. As this we recite the lines as one. With these words,we will break out spirits. With steels and spears,we shall break our body's. With these bloody revenge,we have betrayed each other for the last time.
I Gathered The Aura Of Light Around Me The Aura Of Light, Softly Surrounds Me An Aura Of Light, So Bright I Closed Eyes To View Sight … Caress and Coalescence Coexistent … Luminescent by The Force of A Million-Billion, Rushing Beams ! … and Just As Many, Soft, Sweet-Dreams … GOD's Gifts, Are So Supreme !! My Sweet, Silver Sanctum Gleams ! … in The Aura Of Light Around Me …
Pride is a ride, take it in stride Humility is free, no degree. Cecil Francis Hickman written for Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. Contest Name "QUOTE ME"
Uncurl, uncurl the fragrant leaf the flag of Spring, joyous relief. Let watercolor flowers rise, let winter's white be exorcised. Waylay your woes, leave off your grief. Tulips and pansies fill our sheaf. Abundance eases disbelief. Lift your eyes toward His blue skies Uncurl, uncurl Hear His robin's merry motif enjoy the scents, for life is brief. Drink it all in, don't compromise. Yes, we are in God's paradise, give praise, live in this right belief Uncurl, uncurl
a frog and a mouse went for a ride went along side by side down the road they rode to see until they got to the big oak tree sat in the shade all day they did until they met a new katydid a frog and a mouse went for a ride joined by a katydid who rode by their side sang to a tune the katydid knew out of the trees the birds flew no one seemed to really understand the friendship of this merry band
Keeping my head up, treading water Cut throat surviving, struggling Going under, death visits Will to live, tested! Selfishness Vs Selflessness A Greater Love, encompasses me God demonstrating mercy, for his children Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith Melody of Love, one can experience In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living Self survival, learning how to live Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love
Transition and Transcend Whatever New-Life There Is … Begin Whether From Death or Divorce Sickness or Sorrow Change, Yet Stay-On-Course Today, Rises To Tomorrow So – Transition and Transcend … Transition and Transcend A Slow-Start, Is Not The End You May Lose Some Family A Friend, or Fortune A Job, or A Journey Or A Just Right-Opportune Just – Transition and Transcend … Transition and Transcend Move … Just Like The Wind Either, Climb Up or Go Around Earthquake-Aches or Shaky Ground Tears, That Flood and Threaten To Drown Forest-Fire-Rages … Burns Up … Then Down … So – Transition and Transcend … Transition and Transcend Life is Hard, I Won't Pretend But God's Helping Hand Will Lend The Push and Pull-Up, To Begin The Power and The Will, To Win Again … Again … Again … and Again … And At Each Place … Pray – Amen ! … and Transition and Transcend
I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem. To Sarah On the wave of emigration I want you to know That I see you, a fellow female An equal on every level Not just my daughter My little pink princess I see you as a woman A power within this world With oceans to offer A lifetime still to learn Go to your new life A teacher in Madrid Be free and fearless Spread your wings and fly Take the opportunities Shape them to your dreams You have all the tools You can use them now. Your analytic mind Will help you make good decision Fair and just rewards will ensue. Your radiating heart Will gift you new friendships Maybe even a new love All in good time You will never be alone Because you have a deep sense of self This will be fortified With this new tide Your feet firmly planted Will always serve you well Balancing the ups and downs of Libra Always true to yourself Life will be true to you too. We live in a new age today This global world is small As we email and skype Fly back and forth to visit We will continue to love As mother and daughter Our journeys through life Shared Forever together My love I will hold you safe In my heart.
My Handsome King Your royal palms gently wave at me each time I see you, I have to blush each time they do. Your sugar white beaches moan for my feet to greet them each time we meet. My feet move to the beat of salsa when they remember you. Your gentle breezes caress my hour glass hips each time I run to you. They rock me like a baby when I sail over your bright blue waters. Your bright moonbeams create a halo around my head as I shake my long golden hair to say hello to you. They dance around like a drunken gypsy with the sparkly stars up above as I take my midnight stroll with you. Your regal art deco buildings of pastel stand at attention, every time I dream of your streets of gold. Your sun's rays of warm glory tickle my bare breasts gently as I rest my body on the safety of your heavenly sands. I humbly bow my head to you with honor, for your sweet whispers of hospitality have overtaken me, my Majestic King of the South Beaches. Miami, you are my handsome, winter friend.
Anxiety about what I might think preceded me As I sat on the stool in the middle of my living room Ready to think about who knows what, I relaxed for a moment and then closed my eyes. Gratitude and peacefulness were my first feelings. I smiled inside thinking about how literal Ingrid had taken me. He remembered that I intended to write at 3:00 a.m. As the clock ticked, Ingrid kept time for me… Fear crossed my mind next, afraid of my own thoughts, What they might be. Nightmares. Horrors. Repressed experiences dreaded. But thankfully, the ringing in my head saved me. At least for that moment… A few things slipped in. The Jeffery McDonald murders That took place when I was stationed at Ft. Bragg, N.C. The horror had anguished me on an off over the years. Then, I heard the crickets again. Thankfully. Next, a hit and run accident that was reported in the news years ago Flashed through my mind…anxiety from Army days. It had happened on a road we sometimes traveled. Fear, reality check, and cricket sounds followed. Yes, it is that cricket sound that I enjoy so much. It took me to the natural world in all its beauty. Little seeds germinating in my sunroom... Crickets outside making their noise; I smiled again. And the crickets in my head chirped. I was thinking that this isn't so bad after all. I have learned to find happiness inside myself Then, Ingrid said, "Time's up." I felt relieved. © March 1, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen My DARE: Dane, you picked Dare* I dare you to sit in the middle of your living room... (on a chair if you have toooo!) Close your eyes, and feel for 5 minutes... (you will need a stop watch that alert you when the 5 minutes are up. During them 5 minutes, you have to feel everything, allow your strong emotions to feel. Even if you have little one's are running or your cat is purring at your feet. Don't allow it to bother you. You have to concentrate and find that one spot in the back of your mind. The part that digs real deep into every feeling we forget is there. After the 5 minutes are up... Sit in the spot where you write, and write for 10 minutes, Write about every thought that passed through your mind in a poetic way, sad~happy~ mad, crazy.. and so on... Take us deep into your mind... Thank you..pd Confession…I wrote more than 10 minutes…time slipped up on me.
Alone in my world of solitude, admitting this feeling of mine my desire to let go and cry, is nothing short of benign nothing I think to do can elevate, sensing my emptiness to blame my pain and anguish intimidates, bringing with it this shame These words I hope to relate, might bring me a respite and chance to feel maybe I just need assistance, finding a successful way to heal regardless of the reason, for me truth must still hold true I can't take this pain much longer, or I don't know just what I'll do Extending my hand to you my friend, advice is what I really seek finding an answer to my dilemma, this situation is very bleak help me to confront that internal pain, in you I dare place my trust refusing to believe or to give in to despair, I know this I must My unseen tears, like a falling feather the wind shall carry away how much did I hope my heart of flesh, would somehow turn into clay you see my friend how to contend, with a heart weighing me down trying to solve this anguish I have, in sadness causing me to drown All my life this world to me, only black and white will I ever be able to see there is truth and there is untruth, in my eyes that's how it could ever be this world of gray is not worth much, another way for the selfish to gain manipulating the truth to benefit themselves, while causing others our pain living in our world full of desires, with temptations how to tow that straight line confronted with selfishness and personal gain, thoughts causing my heart to pine rising to the occasion and choosing wisely, more than this you just cannot do but if the alternative is to compete with the selfish, run to avoid them like the flu Comforted I am with these words I learned, quoted in the name of someone great Rabbi Eliyahu Dessler was his name, and in his wisdom did I truly find my fate "you can give without loving, but you can't love without giving", is what he would sometimes relate so if this path of selfishness is what you choose to follow, your true love will never await
Jesus, I Pray for My Brothers! Years ago, I suggested to my brothers that we pray. They simply laughed at what I had to say! I thought it would be good to get together... That God's love would bind our hearts forever! Division took place and took the "upper hand." I don't think they'd listen or even understand! Over the many years that just went on by... They never once took the time to say; "hi!" Even though they never once seemed to care. I decided to take some time in deep prayer! It was like they would make fun of what I said. At times, maybe they wished I were "dead." At this time, there's a strong and powerful force That's blowing their lives are way off course! I pray that God's spirit will get a hold of them! And let them now how much he loves them! I pray that God's love will be the glue that binds them! May God's mercy and joy be what finds them! I pray that evil will not find it's way in their home! And they would allow Jesus to rule on their "throne." Even though they tried to cast me off, as a "fool." It's God's words, in their lives, that must rule! Jesus can turn around even the worst situation! By the power of his glory and resurrection! Please, dear lord, bind them forever as won! Bless their home! Their daughters and sons! By Jim Pemberton
I stand I wait I worried for the things that may not happened I hope I pray I cried longing for a peaceful heart All I wanted is... when i close my eyes I won't feel afraid and when I open my eyes, a smile will appear coz today i breathe again in a deep-dark-hollowed heart like living as a sinner like walking around in a forest finding a way out God, released me from this feeling... Nobody wants to feel alone like a stranger in a crowded place take me to a home where love can hold me to a nice sleep when the night comes I am lost so find me I cry so hug me I am lonely so love me...
My brother came to me, desperate for prayer! Filled with hopelessness and despair! I reached out to him to begin to pray… But I couldn't find any words to say! The Holy Spirit began tugging at my heart within… Convicting me of holding on to a "secret sin." THIS SIN, God told me I must first let go, For this was eating at my soul! My prayer life had been such a mess! I repented! And to God… I confessed! I called out to Jesus' precious name! Inviting him into my heart to reign! On bended knees before my Lord I began to bow, My prayer was going to be answered… Somehow! The prayer request for my brother Was going to be met! For God has never failed me YET! By Jim Pemberton
Prepare your mind for this wondrous place. Once an ILLUSION, now so much for real, Exemplary CREATIVITY shows the pace. Taking chosen words, that more than feel. Rhymed or unrhymed, states a poetic case. Yes, INFUSION of styles, seals the deal. Power of the written word supports fortress. Amends broken hearts of all EVENTUALLY, Love flows from lines with little stress. All the thoughts and feelings rise potentially. Creating INEVITABLE beauty to possess, Each new venue of poetic art lives inherently. written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. Contest Name "POETRY PALACE"
Dusk at the quay The dusk is here, down by the sea A summer's day, a nice cool breeze And as the sun be sinking lower A silence with it's awesome power Descends on all for each to hear As I feel the breath of God, so near. The boats all anchored in the quay They look so sleepy now They wave and bob upon their beds As the breeze touches their sails They sit there sleeping till the morn Then wake up gleaming with the dawn. What is it then about the dusk? That brings this silence on What brings this sense of mystery? When the sun it soon be gone When crashing waves may hit the sand All done with the aid of God's firm hand. I sit and watch the Sun go down It's the mystery of death I see it sink then disappear There'll soon be nothing left For the Sea does rob him of his light He'll come back, though, with morning light. 14 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.
Deep Dark Passion arises Color of love Filled with surprises Light Bright Smile emerges Color of joy Happiness surges Soft kind Sweet as a flower Color of peace Ultamite power Hard cold Cruel as a reaper Color of Hate Never a keeper Shades of the heart Shades of the soul Which shade are you Blackest of coal Pretty as pink or Brightest of gold True test of will Sight to behold
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There are times when I feel I don't have all the answers and I Often have to ask God to give me the wisdom and understanding Because being a mother, I don't always know what to do Every day is a learning process, But I am eager and Always Motivated to be the best mother I can be, I am Overwhelmed at times but still so very Thankful to God for blessing me with such a gift Honored to be not only a mother but a friend Ecstatic in watching my daughter grow and Realizing that I was chosen to guide and nurture her Is truly an amazing and overwhelming feeling Since I had lost my first child, I'm still haunted At the thought of who she or he would have been but God has given me a second chance and I am so grateful I get to wake up each day staring into her beautiful face Fighting back the tears of happiness she has graced me with Thinking to myself, I love her more than anything
Trust me when I tell you this I do not care to know what love is I will not satisfy your need into the abyss please know I am not perfect my advice to any man is move on along to fulfill your wish I am not worthy of even simple friendship I am not sad or needing this I am merely not good enough for you to hold me not because I am mad, or bad I want people to be happy and glad I am better off as I am, besides I like things like things less dramatic
RECIPE OF HAPPINESS Live harmoniously with Yourself, Your inner self with the outer, let be in Full agreement, Resolve the conflicts, lingering in your Heart and Free your thoughts from Evil, Moreover Remember this very important Thing, To enrich your very soul with: Virtue Love Compassion and Justice For These treasures are, the only ones, Allowed To enter AFTERLIFE! ©Demetrios Trifiatis 26 February 2013
To the wisest there is no answer Even as a multitude perplexed The one whose trouble is their concern Knowing far less even for himself Ordinary yet alone and seemingly unparalleled Perhaps the narcissism talking The rectitude repair if possible But no happy cure Not for this one like a Substituted sheep upon the altar Could it not have been an object Of less potential Unguided and unsourced, fearing The before it is too late Life lived as days not as a whole Never having had an adequate defense Against the prosecutor who knoweth all
My heart sleeps. I lead it to, tell it to, Want it to, beg it to. Slumbering, breathe Painlessly in and out. In… and out… In… and out… Quiescent, breathe Painlessly in and out. Sleep my secret, sleep.
HUG H- Humongous Healthy and Hearteningly U- Unleashes Unspoken Understandings G- Grows Goodness and Gratefulness
A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining, Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home Lonely branch, spasms in the wind Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch Young nestling skitters to the branch's edge Peers over on to sightless depths Shivers, ruffles withered feathers Spreads tousled wings And loosens fast aging down Stretches till overgrown talons graze the edge Like endless days before, Craning aching neck Eyes devouring the scene with a famished hunger- And whimpers Turns to father and warbles in longing, A sight that speaks of flight Dreams of swimming amidst the clouds To leave -slightest breeze carries words... to live The father, neck cramped, tilted, eyes swivelling to and fro Cooing and cawing, talons pawing A slight breeze, decrepit feathers hauled away in swarms A forlorn sight that reeks of abandoned dreams Warbling, cooing and cawing, pleading and pawing Pecking in apprehension, neck swivelling to and fro in exasperation "To leave father! To stretch my wings Lift from them the smell of rot and loss To fly father" "To fall! To fall, and to die!" -Wind whispers, To fall, to soar, and to live Nestling shuffles to the edge, Settles down amidst aching joints and a teetering ledge Peers down onto sightless depths -they bellow to him To fall, to fly, to Die! Fall and flutter amidst a shower of feathers Cramping wings crooked and futile To swirl into freedom carried by the stench of inevitability To fall, to fly, to die Little Nestling whimpers, nothing so glorious about death nothing so glorious without flight... Whimpers, shuffles forward, talons pricking oblivion Ruffles feathers, settles down Nestling wavers, branch bending Rotting down tickles his beak, claws dig deeper into branch Eyes feasting on sightless depths Endless fears... They scream to him To sit, to dream to fly... To sit, to dream of revitalized wings Stretching across the sky, an unveiling of freedom The shattering of chains every morning, with a stretch of wings The exercise of freedom to sit and dream to live to sit at the edge of that tottering branch creaking and bending under a restless and aging body peering over into the sky, where fickle wings will not go and with dreams, with dreams lift off this branch and fly, where body cannot and live
It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range. so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul, here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning... into the light of a love letter written to dawn. soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time, way down deep on the inside, ...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live, flower to flower, blossom to bloom, watered and deeply cared for... O' Eden. I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay, I wish a sun-rise.
Dawn is breaking Willie wagtail in my garden Sings a very special song Telling me the sun is coming Dawn will break soon, won't be long It's dark outside with full moon shining But soon the light will show its face Green parrot makes his bell like music How his song has so much grace Kookaburra, he is laughing Something funny has touched him Could he be laughing at us human's With all our wars and crazy din? Spring is just around the corner And all of nature seems to know As I sit here in the morning My world it has a special glow. Now the world has gone all silent Waiting for the dawn to break Soon the chorus is beginning Singing just for loves own sake All the birds will join the chorus And my heart will start to sing How I love these life soaked mornings Such joy to me they always bring. 25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.
I have my Hubby's steadfast belief in me. He loves how my poems are light and airy. He'll give me an idea once in a while… Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child. He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run. For they can take off in directions, yes, any one. Crazy thoughts become crazier still… And story time leads to god knows, where they will. My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree. You never know where the end will be. But somewhere I eventually become truly still. And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill. Then the squirrel run begins again… Light and fluffy and full to the brim. Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend. Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end. Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun CSEastman
I keep my dreams and aspirations, stored away neatly in this box. Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon, secured tightly with key and lock. And every time I feel like a failure, I open it, so I can again feel alive. Arms of dreams tightly surround me, giving me strength I need to survive. I've hidden this box in a secret place, where I'm the only who can see. A beautiful box of hopes and dreams, finely sewn with love at the seams. This box is opened quite frequently, especially when we're apart – this rhetorical box of memories, in perfect synch with each beat of my heart
If you were a penny, I'd keep you in my front pocket every day. I'd shine and cleanse you daily, washing all troubles and woes away. If you were a diamond ring, on my finger is where you'd stay. I'd shine the stone feverishly, parting all frets and worries astray. If you were a novel, I'd place you at the very front of the shelf, I'd tear out the pages of misery, and swallow the depression myself. If you were as free as a butterfly, I'd cup you within my hands. I'd whisper all my secrets, then release you from all commands. If you were a painting, I'd pose you directly over so all could see, I'd dust away the tears and guilt, inhaling the particles inside of me. If you were a bronze statue, I would polish you until you shined. I'd scour away the torment, and any melancholy I should find. If you were a flower, I'd pluck the petals of bane from your life, I'd water and feed you frequently, nourishing the roots of strife. If you were an eagle, I'd admire your rare beauty from above, I'd watch you slowly soar into the horizon, taking with you, my heart, my soul and love.
Those blessed wetland trails. The sun is shining lazily The sky is azure blue As green leaves dance with the morning breeze The birds be singing too They sing a serenade of bliss And peace is all around As all along these wetland trails Blue lupins can be found. The perfume heavy in the air It speaks of wild geraniums The young ferns looking soft and green And all those tall wild gums Give out a rather pungent scent A smell I've learned to love As parrots screech in blissfull joy In those trees there high above. The lake, she glimmers neath the sun As the ducks give lazy quacks My feet scrape on the sand and gravel As I stroll along this track. Trees all gnarled and and twisted Form a tunnel just for me Oh I could write forever But for now, I'll leave it be.
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i don't want to be just marking time. i died on november 20, 2008, during surgery. i was on a vent when i awakened december 2, 2008....my sisters' birthday. what made me llive i'll never know. i know there are things to do on this side of death. i have no time for marking time. i have a stupid bag hanging from my side now. i am supposed to "get comfortable with it". well that was a laugh. that was a laugh until i thought of the people that had these things with no hope of ever getting away from them. i am so lucky. 14 days i laid on a vent, then 22 more. i came home 3 days, then i had great pain in my chest... . well this is great i said, a pulmonary emboli, 15 more days, three days home. then back to e.r. blood pressure too high. this bought me 4 more days in e.r. i am home now and finally have spent 19 days home. i feel every pain and i feel every time that i feel good yes, i am never marking time again.....there is something about fighting for your life and your sanity that straightens things out. i don't recommend it but i wish i could let your hearts know what i know. janetta
We lay here, alone with our thoughts, together, forever, side by side throughout our life, that is what we dream…
"The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom." This is an important part of God's kingdom! Seeking Godly wisdom is what we must do… If we're going to live how God wants us to! God's wisdom is filled with love and purity! Man's "wisdom" is but "meaningless vanity!" Fearing the Lord and seeking his ways… Will strengthen us and brighten our days! God is wise and gives the best choices… We must listen to HIM. Not other voices! His wisdom brings hope when all seems lost! We must lay our worries at the foot of the cross! Obeying his instructions is very smart and wise! It helps us not to do what seems good to our eyes! God's wisdom brings comfort and much gladness! It will guard your life with his true happiness! Won't you seek his wisdom in all you endeavor? His blessings will follow you today and forever! By Jim Pemberton
As I write from far away I Struggle to keep my thoughts and feelings at bay My words drop on my paper in awe, arrah! My nostalgia races through my mind in disarray. There is nothing quite like the coming of Christmas The melodies, decorations, and hyped spirits make me feel Christmassy There is nothing quite excellent like the Christmas season When we all honour and celebrate for a great reason. We commemorate our Saviour's birth Whose life on earth was a myth We praise God's name in glorious prayer And show Mary, the mother, how much we revere her. As the time draws nearer And the end of the year comes closer We embark on a shopping spree; Shop around for spectrums of items and never miss a Christmas tree. I'm far away from home It feels like I'm alone in a dome Emasculated of my family's love and care But I'm consoled by the memories of times we shared. Though my thoughts and emotions are no more depressing The creepy weather brings cold feeling and moaning But my hope in the peace, love and sweet tidings the season will bring Makes every cold feeling and moaning endearing. I look forward to eating my friend's nice-looking mince pies My ears itch for the chitchats with my angelic niece, an incredible magpie I look forward to seeing on Christmas day little girls and boys Brimming with candid smiles as they move around with their Christmas toys.
I've been following this dark shadow that looms over head Dreaming of my dreams, afraid of living them instead As the world keeps moving forward and I just watch from behind this wall I grow tired of crossing my fingers and hoping someday that it might fall I climb to the top and look to the deep sea below I wonder if I can make it as far as the blue water flows I hang on the edge gripping with bloody finger tips And I close my eyes tightly as the blood slowly drips The pain from the past can hold me here in this place or I can let the current move me forward with peace to replace They say the only thing to fear is fear itself So why not take these dreams off this perpetual shelf? I watch my life flash as I dare to take the plunge down and take a deep breath saving air in case I drown But as I hit the water I feel exhilaration through my soul and somehow now I know, fear will never win control I vow to live this life and chase my dreams across the sky and live forever moving forward and never asking why These walls I've let crumble are now just pebbles made of stone and fear no longer a passenger on this journey of my own
Knowing his plan and staying on course, You'll walk through your days without guilt or remorse. Asking each day for His will to be done, You'll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun. Life is just moments of things that we do, and if they're done well, there's no need to be blue. Get down on your knees, with every nightfall, And know if you pray, He will give you it all! All that you need you will soon come to know, Is already yours, so let the rest go. Stay in the moment, His presence you'll feel. All of His goodness will seem quite surreal. There's nothing to want for and nothing you need. Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed. And when you awaken, His presence surrounds. Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground. Then go to a place to be quiet and pray, before you are rushed right into your day. Ask Him to show you his way all the while, And know that He's with you, it will show in your smile. These simple acts of love that we show Him, Simply mean we've come to know Him. Never doubt He's always there! Forever and ever you're in His care. As you walk through life, you'll shine His glow. You'll share it with others and they'll come to know. The beauty of love that's only ours to give, Allows us to truly begin to live. Michelle D. ©May 15, 2011
The Canvas of Night Stars like sprinkled sugar, lay strewn across the canvas of night, enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos, my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight, I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight, absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight. Stars like sprinkled sugar, lay strewn across the canvas of night, and my being is infused with feelings of hope, for even in darkness I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light. note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.
In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. "Come on now, sweetheart. Don't lower your head. Don't look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don't go back into your bedroom. Don't lock the door! Why are you doing this?" my brain will plea. I can't help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don't have to worry about anyone but myself. I don't have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. But I would like to… I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man's hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain. And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally finally finally know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.
< Holding the faith The future looks so much brighter Holding the faith Every waking hour fills plate No more will I be it's fighter For heavy load becomes lighter Holding the faith Written By Katherine Stella 9/19/11 Entry For Nette Onclaud's Weave A Rondelet Contest G.L. All
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign. The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore. So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door. Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more. I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. But before I knew it, I'd knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead. When he finally put the fire extinguisher away… I got up and got some of the kids' apple tarts I had made. He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn't hungry and the pain would fade. Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades. And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide. At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell… But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell… I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell. He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs. I guess I wouldn't have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well. But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells… He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he's made of the right stuff. Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough. He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough. He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such. He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night. But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed. I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
A SINCERE WISH FOR A GOOD MAN Easy to love Easy to bed This is the trap driving nice men to wed Easy to cry Easy to sob Then he'll be mangled Like corn on a cob Easy to spend Easy to lose This is the life That most fellows choose Just call a lawyer He'll fix it for you Get rid of the woman Who snazzles the screw Pack up the kids-- Send them to mom-- Hope their new school Has no majors in bombs Find a new wife Any looker will do A paper doll woman Is easy for you Work and grow old It's usual to do Find someone to hold Never fret about 'true' But If you're a man With an itch to break molds There lurks a companion To have and to hold Don't look in a bar Or pick-up soiree Stay off of the sites featuring boobs of the day haunt musty books near old movie shows Find someone laughing Or blowing her nose a genuine character packs humor and wit When brains are a match other parts learn to fit
Through Life's Trials And Hardships… I've been through trials and difficult situations. Many times it happens with no explanation! Whatever I've had or have taken with me. I've been there when everyone has left me! The uncertainties I've had and struggles I face. Have brought me to my knees in a "quiet" place. The journeys I've traveled and the storms ahead. Have brought worry and stress in the words I said. Whatever trials I've faced... To Jesus I cried! A comfort and strength . He did provide! I know a truth that's important and most certain. Jesus can take away any hardship or burden! If there were no trials... How could I trust him? Because of what he's done How much I love him! If I had no hardships or trials, I'd probably "forget him." Giving him my whole life? I don't think I'd let him! He's proven beyond any doubt how much he loves me! He reached down from heaven and touched me! He's my comfort and joy and enduring friend! He'll be there with me… Till the very end! This Jesus I know. I recommend him to you! He is God! Our provider! This is so true! Won't you give him a chance in your life today! He can bring hope and take the dark clouds away! By Jim Pemberton
You're too much for me Your smile, attitude It's too beautiful My sweet child I am so glad you are better than me I miss you when you are away being better than me or your father I know you are a visionary you are a professor you will somehow make it sing
My perfect garden has meandering paths With shady benches along the way Perfect rows of varying heights Rows of brilliant blossoms Vibrant colors to stimulate my soul Laughter is melodious Birds sing in beautiful tones The azure sky, soothes my soul A lazy swaying hammock rests in the corner Tempting all who pass The soil is soft and moist, no weed in sight For A Rambling Poet's contest My theme my garden or gardening
Without Holiness… No Man Shall See God! I know of someone with a degree in divinity. He can tell you all about God and the trinity. He memorized much scripture from God's word. A message each Sunday from him, can be heard. While he has so much theology in his head. A message of holiness from his lips won't be said. He thinks preaching on holiness is "judgemental.." His position in church wouldn't be "instrumental." God has caled his followers to life of holiness! Without this, your life is filled with emptiness! Think about Job who was called a righteous man. He sought Godly living over his house and land! Are you seeking a life of holiness from within? So your life won't be burdened down with sin? Perhaps living 100% for God seems "old fashioned." We need to seek God's holiness as a daily passion! "Come out from the world and be separate!" God commands! This is a truth from his word many don't understand. All of the theology in this world can't save your soul. If the things of this world, you refuse to let go! A victorious life in Christ is what you can achieve! Simply surrender your life to him…. And BELIEVE! By Jim Pemberton
If I could fly, where in the world would I possibly go? Up and away my wings would carry me, My destination not known! If I could fly, I'd capture all of the Sun's rays. Up and away! What a sight to see with such a grand milestone! If I could fly, I would always look below. Down and deep! My eyes focused only on you. My journey's still unknown. If I could fly, I'd stay on top with memories buried to keep. Down and deep! What an experience just to fly through! Such a waste without you! If I could fly, I would soar with my best perfection. Soaring with pride! My life achieved. My destination excluding restrictions! If I could fly, I'd forever remember this glide. Soaring with pride! What a thought to preconceive. Such bright reflections! If I could fly where in the world would I possibly go? Up and away I would go only with you. My destination remaining incognito! If I could fly, I'd want to stay up and away! What an incredible zone just to pass through! Such a magnificent plateau! If I could fly, I'd fly only for you! ®Registered: 1997 ANN RICH
Life makes me tired Living each day with the movement and thunder of it Swaying from day to day The river of this life always flowing never slowing Things are never as they seem nor are they easy But i keep going down this river again Hoping behind each bend That theres something worthwhile I know there is So I'll keep looking But this time I open my eyes and have only found lies the river will one day come through and send me To that bend which brings hope This time I have opened my eyes I see the world as it should be with a simple surprise
I almost forgot to look up today, And see the setting sun throw stripes across the sky, My mind was clouded with worries from work, Thoughts bouncing and replaying around an exhausted head, A whirl, a tired mess, No room even for the music of my car radio, I had to switch it off, A head that was too full, Grinding teeth and drooping eyes my reward for the day. Then my eyes caught sight of the trees gently dancing in the wind, A small, wooden bird house nestling in a garden, The jagged shapes of the waves on the lake I drive past, The ancient ruins of the castle on the hill, Life has gone on outside my day at work, And my day could have been more beautiful than I ever imagined. When I went to the funeral today, I pondered the life that was lost, I questioned my own mortality, No matter what a life looks like, That funeral is what it ends in, A beer in a shabby Working Men's Club and a stale sausage roll. So do I want to miss the stripy skies or go a day without feeling the wind on my cheeks? No. For one day it may all be far from me, I may be absent and lost, And I don't know where my soul will lie, Or what it will have missed. One thing I have learned today, Is that if I can learn to let go, I will learn to live fuller and longer.
Where Wild Violets Grow Scribbling these verses, caressing your bare back, simple rhymes, flowing from my fingertips. Scribbling verses, sprinkling odes to fragrant promises, your smile lightens the burdens, off my heavy heart. Scribbling verses, soaked in countless kisses, the moonlight waltzing on your skin. Scribbling verses, feeling you, your love never ceases to flow, through the streams of my mind, to a place of our own, where wild violets grow
My Favorite Classic T.V. Show A classic t.v. show that I thought was fun and silly. Was one I watched as a child: "The Beverly Hillbillies." There was Jed. Granny. Jethro and Elly May too. You just didn't know what these folks were going to do! Granny would offer possum pie or some "vittles." There was no tellin' what she was fixin' in her griddle! This family would "dance a jig." Or even "sing a song. And then they would all gather around "the cement pond." It didn't seem to matter what was served on the dinner plate. Ole Jethro would never get full. No matter how much he ate! Elly loved to have her many animals in the home. No matter where she went. She was never alone! This Clampett family brought joy through our t.v. I still watch this show. But just occasionally. This classic show is from a time in the past. But it still brings good memories that will always last! By Jim Pemberton "The Beverly Hillbillies"
My tribute to two wonderful guys I know I've said it all before But I must tell you again About a man called John Sherman Maybe I write in vain But I must tell the world about The two guys in my life Who I'll put on a pedestal John and his lovely wife He don't come from religion Nor any beliefs at all He's more like a Psychologist His approach is wonderful To don't claim to be a Guru He's just a humble man Yet he will do most anything To help you if he can. Once I suffered oh, so much With anxiety and fear I hated me, the whole damned world My head was never clear My wife was set to leave me My kids thought me so low All because of a foolish war So lonely I did grow. Then John he showed me just one act And said 'That's it, that's all!' And I just listened to the man Though I am not a fool And now It's four years later And my heart is filled with bliss There's nothing could destroy it That's just the way it is. No more the fear of life is here No more the fear of death No more that awful greyness No more I feel bereft Every day to me right now Is another brand new day As life becomes more beautiful In every kind of way. I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter
Hardened by indecision True conviction's at odd Recompense beyond belief Some-time's it get's Pretty hard To play the part ------ From death do us part From the truth until the Dawn morning early light In the heat of the night We wrangle with the Devil To win the fight ------ Treed by disease With pain and strief We vowel to move on Fore we are vested For this very life Fore they killed our First born Our only Son His name was Christ For this ye must pay The price..... ------ We travel there where thou' Art not travel Where evil may be As wide as the mountain But, as deep as the sea ------ Thee repave's of tragedy Our Legion's are many Heveanly hath no furry Well, we have got plenty ------ We must submit to the Will The Will to be free That thou shall be done On Earth for eternalty ------ Our legion's are one To the commitment of His new kingdom of one Proclaimed to be Under the jurisdiction Of the Lord and His Holy Son ------ Till the brink of eternity In the name of the Lord And the Holy One Till such that day That the Kingdom has come In the name of the Father Son And the Holy Ghost AMEN GF ***Note:****** The Lord beseech you too....meet you at the Rapture...let it define you...
The world needs You, Lord; We all need You too. Alone, we battle and fall apart, But we live joyful freedom with You: Created anew in Your perfect image; Saved, Loved, Changed, In Your Holy Name! We pray, Amen!
Here they go again. anything to win, indulging in shameless self-promotion. layin' it on thick, makin' sure it sticks, slappin' it on like lotion. "click my stuff, and I'll click yours too. wanna feel like the best even though it ain't true?" back n' forth complements are so self defeating. inflating other's heads for praise is a blatant way of cheating. "do unto others" but don't lie, to boost their ego. misleading them to raise their hopes should clearly be illegal. no need to read a word of their work while scratching their backs bare. skimmin' skippin' scannin'… all's fair in tactical warfare. poets thought to be adored while chewin' truth's gristle. before you swallow, broke a tooth that hurt like a damn lit missile. feeding on lines with hidden agendas is worse than bein' ignored. cuz' when you find copy n' pasted comments, your hopes are sadly floored. how about reading and endorsing work you actually enjoy, instead of feedin' folks a line of crap laced with praise and "atta-boys!"
Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth. Oil on skin, bare, sweat on your back, feels amazing. Yes! Im back on track. Sleeping cosy as a worm, unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term. Free to explore, a magical universe, I must implore. No home, no chores, no bills to pay. Just water, food gathered and warmth today. A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, just love in your belly, to the very core. I love this realm, just need more time, time to explore. Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth. And return once again to mother earth.
What is happiness but the falling away, however short, of suffering? Would I hear the haunting, beautiful wind without the small spaces created by my earphones? Would I know the joy of a child's laugh if I didn't yearn for it to erupt from my own belly? The sight of the first yellow crocus could not be so kind without the cruel snow that tries to hide it.
Resolutions fruitful tricks on mind, Some reality, some so unkind, They are just promises. Other compromises, They often suspend and rob one blind. Though we keep on making them each year, Sometimes bringing smiles or single tear, No, matter what they are. Ordinary or bizarre, We take new steps, staying all old fear. My resolution, be more funny. Stir my funny bone for my honey. To bring her more laughter, Sharing smiles thereafter, We need, joy, happiness, not money. Written for Sponsor Carolyn Devonshire Contest Name New Year's Resolutions
"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have "appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton
A family had a wedding... The brother wasn't invited. The fact they didn't want him,.. Was already decided! When asked why his name had been "omitted." It was because of past wrongs he had committed. The words spoken, one could hardly believe it! Any kind of forgiveness? They didn't receive it! How many times are loved ones not invited to "family occasions." Often times, families listen to "outside persuasions." Someone does something, that may not be liked. Then they're often told to "go take a hike! No wonder why many families battle one another! They have failed to truly love each other! As we continue to see families drift apart. This often leads to a wounded and broken heart! Christ gave us his best! When we were at our lowest! A life of mercy and forgiveness… He wants to show us! If we can't treat one another as Christ commands… Then HIS way of family living…. We'll never understand! By Jim Pemberton
God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer! God told me, in order for my prayer to be effective. That I should not choose to be so "selective." I asked him: "what do you mean by this question?" I wasn't quite prepared for the reception! God said; "You've chosen to be selective in how you live." "There's only so much, to me, that you want to give!" "You said that I'm your Lord, by your way of living." "But a life of holiness, is what you're not giving." "You want the prayer answered, but have nothing to show for it." "You claim to accept my grace, but aren't willing to share it." "How can I answer your prayer, when it's only convenient?" "Haven't I been patient with you?" "And most lenient?" "Give up all that you have, and give it to the poor!" "Then you'll know what prayer life is really meant for!" "Give me your heart!" "And take time to really listen!" "There's so much more of me, that you've been missin'!" "Obey my words and experience the life I have given!" "Know what it means to be cleansed and forgiven!" "Than your life will change, and your prayer time too!" "I will give you the strength to make it through!" "You will know what it means to spend time with me!" "And your prayers will impact you for eternity!" By Jim Pemberton 10/21/13
I've found a satisfaction in Jesus, I could never find! His love has brought strength and healing to my mind! I've found a peace in knowing Jesus I never had before! He's taken away all of my burdens and so much more! I've found a friend in Jesus, I didn't think could exist! Wherever I am or go…. His presence is in my midst! I've found in Jesus, a wonderful grace and sweetness! His spirit has brought to my life total completeness! I've found a love in Jesus, that is truly worth sharing! He is so patient and merciful and always caring! I've found power in the words he's spoken to me! He's removed the chains of bondage. I am set free! I hope that you'll find this same Jesus that I know! He brings everlasting love, that'll minster to your soul! I give you Jesus! The precious son of God is he! He invites you to be with him for all eternity! I bless his name! And give him a heart of thanksgiving! In him, I've found a brand new way of living! By Jim Pemberton
The God That I DO Believe In! There's a God that I really DO believe in! I knew this the moment I received him! This is the God whom I hold special and dear! He's always with me! Always near! He's the God of the glory of heaven above! He's also the God who's given us his love! He's the God who doesn't want anyone to go to hell! His son gave his life! So your soul can be well! I've given him my life with a renewed commitment! He's brought to me peace and a godly contentment! He's God! And can't be ruled by someone's theology! He can't be explained by science or biology! He's given us his word for a godly inspiration! Let's not twist it, into our own "interpretation!" He's alive and powerful! Let the whole earth proclaim! The majestic wonder and glory, there is in HIS name! Jesus is alive today! He reigns in resurrection power! You too can know him! And be changed this very hour! The God that I believe in, can be your God too! He's done his part! The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton
No One Told Me A cement block is tied to my heart Need a running start At night my voice carries like a lark Death's arrow has hit its mark My life is so dark The side of the ocean is full of sharks Some days I feel like such a tart I used to be such a sweetheart No one told me life would be so hard.
It's that time of year again, When families reunite; We sit together and reminisce, About everything in sight; We laugh and joke and carry on, Like no time has passed; Reliving those old memories, That get dredged up from our past; Playing games and hanging, With our family and friends; Hoping beyond hope, That this night will have no end; Cause Christmas time is like that, It brings us all in close, From the beginning of the evening, 'Til the time we say Adios!
I can think of a time, when I was young. I was growing up and having fun! I remember how excited I was to have a t.v. There were my brothers, my parents and me! I remember at about the age of ten. My dad thought going to the theater was a "sin." There were many things that as young man… I later began to see, and understand! My parents shared God's love the best they could! And I read the Bible and was trying to be "good." I had my troubles… And problems bear... But I had a family, and much prayer! The truth of God's word helped sustain me! I knew how much he really loved me! My parents, may seem like they were "old fashioned." They loved their kids! With a Godly compassion! I'm thankful to be blessed with a Godly love! My family was a treasure from heaven above! I think about today, and how things go wrong. Many families don't seem to "get along!" I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together! May we all serve him! Today, and forever! His love must be the cord that binds! His will must be the focus of our minds! May the presence of God bind us as one! Every mother, father, daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton
Plagued by agents of disinformation, smearing objectivity with a spoof, as if a lot of followers equals confirmation, a lie told often enough becomes truth. Rumours of the Swine and depopulation, aliens, free energy and speculation, aur silence and tolerance bring ramification, we need to stop for a day of contemplation, it does not take long to realise who control's each and every nation. Beneath the facade of illusion, the puppet master reaps with his confusion. WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...
I think I shall take this very day and make you my solemn vow. And when I do I shall pass it onto you to follow the just of me. I vow to open your blinded eyes to show you all that I can see. I vow to open your deafened ears to hear why I am me and how. I think I shall take this night and raise up your brow. And when I do I shall pass it to you with an only key. I vow to open your locked doors down on a bent knee I vow to close the wounds from those I did not allow. I vow to gather my group up into my fruitful field. I vow to cover you and dress you to simply adorn. I vow to create a world in which we as one build. I vow to remove every single painful prickly thorn. I vow to you that I am your God given Grace. I vow to you that I am able to create or erase! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2008
I have felt the bliss, of a daughter's kiss, and realize what heaven must seem. For in all my life, thru happiness and strife, my daughter's laughter consumes my dreams. I have sailed afar, and traveled the stars, in search of a more beautiful feeling. I've flown by air, for this beautiful love affair, that sends my heart and soul a reeling. I've rode the train, in search of a domain, where love feels as brilliant as this. I've swam the ocean, with perfect motion, yet always amiss to finding this bliss. I've treaded the bush, in Australia I push, demanding they show me the path to glory, but I leave empty handed, though I've demanded, a beautiful ending to this tormenting story. I've lived my life, searching for who I am, and always do I come up short. I fret and I ponder, for a love that is fonder, than this love in my dreams I distort. Still I fail, to no avail, to find a reality as grand, than the laughter I hear, in this dream I command. I 've walked life's path, in search of a resolution, mindless to an ultimate desperate conclusion. For a dream is an illusion, a visionary infusion, a poignant resolution to all confusion – and a dream is just that….a dream.
28th january 2012 Stillness of the night, And the dullness in my sight, A cold dark cloudy winter night, The pathway lights shine on bright. Perched comfortably in the balcony of a guesthouse, The vista so great that the dormant poet in me arouse. The cool breeze envelops my surround, A few dew drops from the moistened leaves drips aground. The languid wing of air the fragrance of it carries, Of blossomed flowers, trees, plants and berries. Once again the freshness in my mind, Seems to be awakening from the blind. Welcome, come in the joys of happiness, Its now time to say to darkness
Let love fly - With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes, she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries. Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; last night's storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle; a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught. She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care. It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up. The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time's each turn. The bird's soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind. Let it fly. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Back to the roots ever weaving Hands to elbows sweat streaming Back to the roots whence the seed began Deluded to think that along the path you ran The roots had not snaked behind your every stride And tangled your feet to fall hands first into your erstwhile guide Back to the roots where it sprouted out And take grasp of the past and heave with a shout How your roots have brought you back matters no more For you have fallen back into knots that have tripped you before So take grasp of the roots and yield to your past Knees bent untying the knots of fate's cast.
Can you feel? Can you feel the tremor? That rocks your world That shakes the cage Like a beast trapped outside A beast raging against the bars It lifts, it throws, it rages Can you feel it? And in the aftermath, You can hear the cooing, cajoling Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars And they croon and cluck like fretting hens Petting your bars and calling for you to reach out and take these strings Tie them where they cannot reach Deep within, where no one else goes And let these good people in, They preen and you shake your head Seeing the gleam in their eyes Oh so like the ape's Cooing, cajoling... cawing And oh, how you can feel it... But I'm here so hold on I'll sit by your bars, I'll sit by the door right beneath that lock that turns from within And I won't rage, or set the siren's call upon you I'll sit by your bars, and keep you company My friend; But Cold bars let through a breeze friend... Your sharp breath is not secreted away And with every breath you take Your lungs are profaned And you cannot hide Behind bars You cannot hide From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes My eyes that see too clear And you cannot hide from what I see What you can feel Pressing in, from us all So just let us in My friend, Let us in, for we will not be kept out Life does not surrender, life does not hold back Life seeps through Every crack, And be sure, there are cracks everywhere Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through, And you feel it don't you? That which you see deep in my eyes You feel it That feeling so clearly reflected When I look into your soul That fear alive in my eyes That rages within you, But don't fear a battle you have lost Do not fear the day you must face the world The world, friend, has never Turned its face from you And the rest of us: Well we are not so brave We are not iron bars moulded to flesh That fear you see is real And it is ours all But we cannot hide From what burns within And I will not die Hiding from life And I will not cower when I tremble inside I will not rest in a cage when I am tired And I, friend, I am so tired Of living between bars.
The Blessings Of Christ, I Am Receiving! Since the day I accepted Christ and started believing… Blessings from him, I've been receiving! Since the time I knelt down, and invited him in! I have joy unspeakable! From deep within! Since that day that I gave Christ an invitation. I've been blessed with his mercy and salvation! Since the time Christ came and took my sins away… He's given me hope and peace each day! From the moment I allowed him to direct me… His love and Holy Spirit have greatly touched me! From this moment until the day I'll see him face to face… I'm going to keep receiving his wonderful grace! From this moment until the time for my departure… I'll meet him down here, or meet him in the rapture! From moment to moment, with each passing year. I'm going to love and keep his word ever so near! From this day on… Won't you do the same! And receive eternal life… In his name! By Jim Pemberton
You, Man … Are The Angles To My Curves Hard and Sharp Corners To My Circular-Swerves You Are Exact To My Abstract You Are Algebra To My Pre-School Math You Are Calculus To My Abacus You Are The Chemical To My Stimulus You Are The Extra To My Average You Are The Multiply To My Nothing Added You Are Autonomy To My Anatomy You Are The Fractal In My Infinity You Are Geometry To Me: You Are Steep Mountains To My Mounds and Valley You Are Raindrops In The Forest To My Snow-Ballet You Are Hot Desert Sands To My Cold Ocean Waves You Are The Mirage man To My Love-Slave You Are Dimension-Diamonds To My Parallel-Pearls You Are The Universe To My World You Are The Prism To My Beam Of Light and You Are The Days Resting Upon My Nights … And You Are Geometry To Me … Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure) is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape, and relative position of figures and with properties of space. (uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships; (countable) A type of geometry with particular properties; Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...
During the cold empty corridors of silence where mind and thoughts are free to roam undisturbed by life's din and clutter I am at one with myself again and in quiet contemplation alone. Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.
Rain falls on the roof Each drop plays a familiar note I toss and turn no sleep to be found The storm rages on A chill fills the summer air My body aches with fear and longing No comfort to be found inside The storm rages on Raindrops hit my face One by one, they awaken my senses To erase fear, doubt, and sensibility The storm rages on Lightning streaks across the sky I am blind to the dangers ahead In the flash of light I see only hope The storm rages on As fast as it came The rain starts to fade I retreat inside my shelter The storm rages on My thirst overcomes me I am consumed by the need To feel the rain on my face again The storm rages on The stars shine like gems On a cloudless night I toss and turn no sleep to be found The storm rages on
What Rewards… You know I hear the words As they flow from your lips An uphill climb, but we'll come from behind If we never quit trying... To understand the root of the problem Is to find the one and only solution The noise is all around me I can't hear myself think Emotional chains and I can't break free And physical pain, in my mind I'm on the brink Sink or swim? The bottom line and we're coming up short I can't help but wonder about our fate Three sisters in mythology turn into reality They're leading us through the gate… And salvation is not waiting for us there I'm trying to break away from this From seeds long ago sown in the soil Life is long and if this is the test What rewards for all the toil… What rewards…All the toil…
Cave Dweller. Once there lived a little man A dwarf yet smaller still Who lived within a little cave All cold and darkness filled He'd lived there such a long, long time And knew he nothing more That there was nothing better he was sure. Then this maiden fair and beautiful She ventured in his cave. Her eyes were blue like crystal gems For her most men would crave. When the little man discovered her With the candle in her hand He saw a nymph so beautiful and grand The maiden told that lonely man About the beauty of the world She spoke about the wings of a butterfly All Gossamer unfurled And she spoke of lush green meadows And the flowers by and by That lady spoke, her tone so very wise. But that dwarf when she had finished Sadly sighed and shook his head For the thought of leaving his snug cage Did feel his heart with dread And he told that lady wistfully That her fine land was not for he For he was born to live this misery. Socrares Dec 8 2003.
I am a hypocrite and look what I just did: I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again. I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said; Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head. God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. I love You. I thank You. I am forever changed.
Sparkles, sparkles in the air, Oh how you are everywhere. One, two, three, four, More and more fall to the floor. Spinning around and around in the air, Lots and lots I find to share. Colors! More than I have ever seen. Lights and lights so bright. Wow, what an incredible gleam! Millions and millions of colors in the air, Tumbling to the ground. More and more fall all around, And a new one I have found. Sparkles, sparkles in the air, Wow! You are everywhere. Five, six, seven, eight, More and more accumulate. Spinning here and there, Lots and lots I grab to share. Shapes! Way more than I have ever seen. Brighter and brighter so light. Wow, what an incredible dream! Billions and billions of shapes in the air, falling all around. More and more fall to the ground, And then a new one comes tumbling down. . ®Registered: 1998 Ann Rich
I live for the moment Mighty as the Mountain of Ararat Dark as the dungeons of the underworld Either way no one is there, but me I live for the moment Where all rivers of pain merge Flow down the waterfall below the horizon Every part of me becomes invisible, but me I live for the moment That rises up like the Sun And I am dancing with its shadows Chasing it as it grows distant, and the Sun is gone I live for the moment A glimpse between a hunter and a thief Where I am not the hunter of time And it is not stealing from me
Who are what can fill your life's "empty void?" In spite of the many things that you have "enjoyed." Drugs… Sex… Money… Are you concerned? Has your life been one that's taken "the wrong turn?" There's many choices to make. I'm fooling you not! But there's a godly principle that must be taught! The void we have. Only the presence of God can fulfill! Bringing you true love, is God's purpose and will! Won't you take a moment with the king of kings? And allow him to take control of everything? Jesus will never disappointed you! Not now or ever! He wants to be your friend! Today and forever! The God of this world and universe, wants to come in! A Brand new way of living… Is waiting to BEGIN! By Jim Pemberton
When the misery of this thing called life, grasps your throat tightly from behind. Think not of the troubles you've endured, rather trust in yourself and you shall find. Believe that you serve a higher purpose, to which no other shoes could ever fulfill. Have total faith in your personal beliefs, and watch as this grief diminishes at will. You are the most important aspect in life, and your self-worth simply cannot be sold. You hold the only key to your happiness, so use it wisely before you become too old. You see, I've lived my humble life for others Daughter, just as I sadly see you doing too, Please don't lose sight of the beautiful spirit, which illuminates the darkness because of you. Remember to prosper and thrive continually, for the gift you are could never be replaced. Love and respect yourself with great honor, and allow the rest of your life to be emplaced.
Like huge puffs of cotton or smoke up in the air; That is what I see when I look up there. All different shapes forms and sizes just floating free and seem to be drifting,suspended miracuously. I see a bird,a dog, a fish............no, a hat, There's another one forming I wonder whats that? It might be a car a house or a tree...........this is natures show and guess what its free! Hey,wait a minute their getting dark grey and thick;what could ever be the meaning of this? I feel a quick breeze pushing my face and it clearly means that I should start making haste, Its still a good day and I feel proud, that I took the time to watch those wounderful clouds.
Joanna Davis The whoosh of time it flies ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~so fast From the dawn of our birth, To the dusk of our past. If the legacy is filled with the laughter of child-like dreams, it explodes with joy and bursts at the seams The residue will fly right out into space Then when you're older hit you right in the face Your smile will be big your eyes will be wide Then~~~~~~~~~~ whoosh you're right back To when you were a child.
Sometimes I sit and ponder what it may be like to have parents, not always looking for a petty fight the love you feel, always being there for you day o' night I wake up fighting a constant battle, I feel like I am in a circus having to jump through hoops my parents hold to earn their admiration and approval Earning their gold star for the day I was a rebel since day one not trying to conform dancing to the beat of a different drummer Wishing to be accepted for who I want to be and how I seek to spend my hours nothing I ever do, seems to be good enough They talk about "emotional deposits" i.e. spending time with them but they spend too much time picking and proving reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions they push me away, each day 'further and further I go as soon as I make enough money I'm gone They act as if my artistic mind couldn't make money like my dreams are distant relatives of which I will never meet but I strive to prove them wrong Its bad enough being one person versus the world but when the army you fight is led by your family, your blood it's twice as hard to get up in the morning, when the suns rays dance on my closed eyelids I try my best to be the kind of person I want to be despite their efforts to kill off my individualistic soul I have given up trying to belong to which I was born unto I'm simply playing the game Hoping to win, one day the chance to be myself as I feel emulates me, and regardless have a proud Mommy and Daddy I do pray, I shall be free to be Heather Rose Marie
Ignore my friend, ignore work, work, work, hard, 40 hours to the corp, 20 hours to the family and 40 to the drugs you house is so nice your car is better 40 to the corp ignore the abuse, slave labor in another country.... the blood, sweat, and tears.... You didnt do it, its the CEO who makes those decisions. Lobbyists supporting the war wow, the profits, bonus for all.. Evil, abuse, pollution, war. Make that check and run home. 20 to the family Oh my beautiful children, that hate me, but at least their fed well. They dont value me, such stupid children I work so hard for them, My wife who doesnt like sex, does that mean she doesnt love me? I like it when we pretend, we actually get along then, please pretend some more, that we love each other, please. 40 to the drugs Television, Sports, video games, high fructose corn syrup, chlorinated, flouridated water tastes so nice. Caffiene, sugar, alcohol, nicotine I still can't cope, anybody got some dope? Damnit where is that rope? The pharmacy can cure your pain, and if not we can shock your brain. This is my culture. I am sad for it, but am addicted to it.
"He's Our Joy" He talks funny But his disposition is sunny Even though his tongue is too long He's not a loss Just because his eyes are crossed He's never going to earn a degree To his parents he'll always cleave He may have Downs But he's a joy to have around The public might shame him But they don't see what makes us love him He's our precious joy Our very own Mongoloid.
By a still pond where the water lilies plate the mirror fair the dragonflies in neon burst unzip the summer air beneath the wilting willow in rippling rows of reed the warblers spring like acrobats their hungry young to feed the electric blue of kingfisher as he arrows from his post on unsuspecting sticklebacks that fill his daily quote the lazy drone of honeybees in drunken paths of flight weave and fall haphazardly on every flower in sight The pond King sits in majesty upon his padded throne And surveys with green impassive eye the kingdom that he owns Somewhere in the roof of blue a pair of skylarks call enjoy these days of Summer for sudden comes the fall
A tribute to John and Carla Sherman at 'Just one look' You can listen to the preachers And the high priests, they as well You can hear those Gurus speaking You can think about endless Hell It don't matter what you're doing There's just one thing to do Look into the certainty of you. You can do your meditation Your Yoga, or Tai Chi You can sail across the oceans Seek help across the seas There's many who would help you But you have to pay the price But look at you, this be real good advice. Take a look within you And see what hides in there Listen well to what the man has said The one you thought was you You'll not find him everywhere Turn around and look inside your head. You can be a good or bad man Or act jut like a drag Overlook old ancient truths Drink a beer or have a fag Just take a look inside yourself And see the one you be Then in the end the truth shall set you free.
It hurts me a lot, when you don't understand me, It hurts me when you listen to what I say but don't understand me. When you look into my eyes and can't read them, When you hold my hand but you didn't mean it. When you say everything is fine, when I know its not, It hurts me a lot when I see you pretend. Its painful then anything else in this world, Its like watching you with someone else. Its like you telling me its over, Yes it hurts me a lot, To be with you but not to be with you!!! Yes it hurts me Alot!!!
Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels… On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me. He could have called 10,000 angels to set him free. Nailed to this cross, he went through so much pain. He knew his purpose and the reason why he came. Being there for all of mankind was his choice. Weakened and alone… One could hear his voice; "Father forgive them." "They don't know what they're doing!" As the crowd listened… Many began believing. "My God why have you forsaken me?" With one last breath… And then... And very quickly… There was death! For all of the pain and suffering he was to endure Was so that a plan of salvation is now secure. This same Jesus, who was to rise again. Is forever to be our atonement for sin! Seated at the right hand of God the father... In heaven above.. He awaits there for us all with an abundance of love! Won't you accept his gift of life that he's giving? And allow him to forever change the way you're living! By Jim Pemberton
I Noticed; "Jesus Loves You," Above Your Door! I noticed a sign, "Jesus Loves You," above your front door. I want to know about him! I want to know more! Could you tell me without any hesitation... About Jesus and his plan of salvation? Could you tell me about being born again? And share with me how much you love him? What is it like to become a Christian? And to serve Christ, As a daily mission? I want to know how God has changed you! I don't really know whom else to turn to. Are you one that I can really depend? I assume that Jesus is your best friend? Please listen to what I have to say... And spend some of your time with me today!. By Jim Pemberton
There Was Some "Excitement" At Church… There was some "excitement" at church. I wasn't invited! The type of entertainment they had. Had already been decided! They wanted something that would "stir up" the newest fashion. They wanted to do this with a "compelling passion." They wanted to include loud instruments and a guitar. They figured this would bring in people from afar! Of course they also wanted to charge for "admission." Why not? This would "fulfill" their mission! This seems to be the way many churches are going… The power of God they seem to be "avoiding." Rather than seeking God's holiness and forgiveness of sins… They look to what can "self-gratify" within! I'm not here to seek a worldly kind of "entertainment." I'm here to seek the presence of God this very moment! It comes from spending time in seeking HIM in prayer. Wherever I am… He is God! And is always there! If it's "excitement" you give. I'm in the "wrong place!" I'm simply here as a sinner saved by God's grace! My "thrill" is in Jesus Christ. And him alone! He brings peace and joy to me and my home! Jesus brings to me what money cannot afford! He's my provider! My comforter! And my Lord! By Jim Pemberton
I was once kissed by the sun Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free like growth in my womb kissing the moon Capturing my true essence unmasked, plain, pure Naked in love my insecurities gave birth to my esteem But then I became free from the taunting and ridicule of socieity's template of me by adopting a new personality One that reflects the real me I like poetry I like to sing I understand my spiritual need I like love I like the breeze I like rhythm and passion and long lasting nights of random acts of sensual moments that awaken parts of me previously repressed The love I feel is so unrest I was once kissed by the sun It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become spoken words leaving footprints on the ink in my pen Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin Unspoken words just thrown away Never spoken, or written again Awakened by the sun all drenched in it's heat Praising it's soure of power and embracing humility Giving what I have to give Learned to let go it's easier to forgive We strive for riches but lest we forget the richness of the sun Each day be thankful for his son
I will talk with you of precious things, The sunsets' hue and birds that sing, What children did and adults do, And teaching babes to tie their shoe. That time is worth much more than gold, And greater still - someone to hold. Health is not so over-rated, Biggest regrets? O'er those I've berated. To spend an hour with my niece Is like another puzzle piece, The real measure of a man May be in how he takes a hand. How dawn and dusk partner their color And share that with an ardent lover. That tiny bloom so trodden on Could still bear seed, even looking wan. A child dancing with Elmo and chasing the dog Is better than coffee at cutting through fog, Anticipation's not better than the event, And moments together are time best spent. I've learned I'm not completely whole, That television can't fill my soul, And what I've been and what I've done Have been negated by the Son.
Meme-Shatter The volume of a certain something does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation or its brevity by relation Once you strike a chord, It's moment of breath Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success is evident in the lack of evidence Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence You're an ancient old trick but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head But in my seductive grin I am too an old trick But I stand closest to the cauldron Stirring green the ocean To make way for that final moment When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice; The waves come crashing to the coasts Coming for my broken souls With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows Taking off into tomorrow With a calmed, relieved breath Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape Now, in compassionate presence Because after all, Can't have nothing without 'how' How: being everything that has ever been conceived of. So, what have You left out? You've become ignorant of your own shining features Forgotten feathers from a bow Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself... And now, its time for show Up close and personal Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow Opened-close a shut case Without remorse or concern or thirst, Because all this, will soon be Unearthed
My body Was made to dance. This is a fact, Not a truth That could be manipulated Like a piece of rope Being made into a knot. My body Was made to sway And flow, To dip low And reach high To the rhythms Of the universe. The rhythms Of a beating heart, Of wings beating the air, Of the crashing waves, Of everything I am fortunate to hear And translate into motion. Oh no, I am not a trained dancer, Who practices and practices To get the technique, Develop the form, And in the end, Add the passion, If it wasn't there before. I won't be found On stages dancing To Mozart, Miles or Eminem, Nor will I be found On dance floors With a number on My oh so erect back. I will be found On crowded dance floors, In my bedroom, In my living room, Under the moonlight, On beaches, Letting the rhythms of the universe Possess me. You would find me Dancing, Be it to a sassy salsa beat, A fun Bollywood tune, A little soca, Some reggae, Or a soulful piece of jazz. Be it to a rhumba, A fast pace techno, An irresistible house jam, A fusion of west meets east, A pop tune I can't Get out of my head, You would find me Dancing. And even though, My mind says no, "You'll make a fool of yourself," "You don't know how to dance to that," My body ignores it, And taps a foot, Sways a hip, And before long, My body is in motion. My body Was made to dance. This is a fact, Not a truth.
What Do We Expect, As We Seek to Remove God? As so many people are seeking God's removal… It's like anything from him, we've given a refusal! Many have tried to ban just the reading of his word! There's so much truth, just waiting to be heard! Many anti-God societies have quickly formed! Even the ten commandments, are often scorned! We've built large cities, many schools, and homes! But when it comes to God, we've often left him alone! One can try their best to push God back in the corner! But if you do, things in your life will get "warmer!" The pleasures and truth you seek, will come to an end! And then eternity without God, will just begin! You'll wish you chose to live for God, that eventful day! You'll wish that you took the time to study and pray! It's the word of God that you need to study and read! God knows all about you! And knows your needs! He deserves all of your praise and full attention! We need to seek him, for much needed direction! Please come dear Lord, and cleanse us within! May we humbly confess our faults and sins! We need YOU much more, than words can say! Please be the God we serve! May we start TODAY! By Jim Pemberton
Lonely and dull was the path Seeing the way, none could laugh Disease hung in the air Life seemed to go nowhere Of what use would be living If maimed, none would dare to be boasting Desperate was the current flow When hope sparked us all in one go Dust flew in from the skies Dust came in without any ties Angels cried at our plight Saddened at our darkened sight So they gave us a boon, Stardust, sparkling, in the heat of noon Silvery, shiny, deep with hue Lyrical, magical, it seemed not true Those who did inhale the dust Could do nothing except to let go of their lust Life is meant to be lived Life is meant not to be re-lived! So, come, let us sing and dance To the name of faith, in all abundance! 15 October 2012 Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Just sitting by the water, waiting for you? Picked up held lovingly, rubbed softly, gripped firmly. The perfect throw, the perfect flight...SKIP.....SKIP...SKIP OH what divine circles we made together SKip..SKip...SKip Momentum slipping taken away by the very beauty we created? skip...skip..skip Can this perfect ride be finished? Sinking now beauty behind me perfection still in my wake. Gracefully down I go slowly rocking peacefully down down down. Resting on the bottom muted light, cold silence.. For a brief time watched the perfection we had created fan out above me Perfect circles in perfect unison spread out join till they are no more. Find me again hold me lovingly wrap your hands around me and lets make perfection again. For I do not like this place I am at. For it is cold,dark, silent. Find me or I will remain here alone. Forever remembering the beauty and perfection we had once made.
I May Change, But Jesus Remains the Same! Jesus remains the same! Even when I'm burdened! He loves you and me! This is most certain! He's the same yesterday, today and the future! Because of him, my life is a "bright picture!" He's committed to do what he's promised to do! It was he, that bled and died, for me and YOU! He remains the same! No matter how many fail me! How many have let you down? Can you tell me? I'm so thankful for his blessings that come my way! Words of encourage and hope, are what he has to say! He's the lover and redeemer, of my weary soul! He cleansed my sins! And made me whole! I'm so thankful for him! And all that he does! He reigns with God the father, in heaven above! Glory to Jesus in the highest! Peace toward all men! He will always be the same! Hallelujah and AMEN! By Jim Pemberton
when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons" and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway" when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway" when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway" when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for? and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway" all four people that same night,all in their own homes picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear? why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear? the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next.... to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.
Squirming and gliding I went through life, But happiness eluded me at every moment, Not knowing what it was that I wanted, I just kept hopping from torment to torment. A snail caught my eye one of these moments, Squirming and gliding with some resemblance to my mind, I had thought of going past it for a second, But it looked like its life was going to unwind Slowly and slowly life kept reducing its pace, And its course started making me a bit crazed, Realizing there was nothing for me to do for the creature, I just let the nature leave me amazed I hadn't been free from my pains till yet, But there was some learning in that moment still, Like that snail my mind might slowly unwind, But that shouldn't stop me from smiling still
MY GIRL Lazy summer days Pigtails, French braids Long silky hair blowing In the wind Days forever gone Tears well up in my eyes And I long once again To hold her close To see her smile To hear her laughter Tinkle like rain Lord, shower down from heaven Encouraging words of Together we will be In that glorious place A world without pain Hearts completely healed Memories of yesterday Live on today Hope of a tomorrow Full of promise mja
Inside my heart Over flowing A sea of love My spirit free Love taking lead My inner consciousness, awakening Inner realisations, coming to light Experiencing the wonders of our universe Discovering who I am In the spirit of love
Immaculate Random Gorgeous Heroic Expanding mind Taste Sampling Divine Forbidden pleasure Amazing Mind numbing Glorious Thought inducing Seducing Selfless Explosion Bright Last Night
The joys of flesh, a smile to wreath the maid of morn an inner world to project out, of holy chi we're formed. No need to cling like over ripe fruit to a heaven far above, We we're made of silver stardust and we were made from love. Look not to moon or sun to see, look deep to questing heart, hug the night with outstretched arms, the dark's another part. Gifted are we with all we need, this is no metaphor, we have a heaven here on earth, yet still we ask for more. Be not the spoiled and soiled child tired of his toys mature, grow up, grow inward, see all your heavenly joys!
A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa-- now I am free. I was dead before I even entered into this world, a place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without the love and understanding I finally know in the rich harmonies of your voice, my Lisa-- which sets me free. Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with bigotry--transformed me into a joyless waste of ashes. From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile looks from across the dinner table. But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender- ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from me simply because it was too easy to not rape from a child whose only fault was that he was born defenseless and white. O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice-- now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams of Spring again!
The tables have turned A new chapter in my book I was giving up hope But risked a second look Strolling into my life With speckled shoulders and toothy smile Saves me from it all Tells me holding on could be worthwhile A raging, fast current Leaves me head over heels Changing souls into fire Rather than rusting steel In a look there was love That had never been spoken Mending and healing The things that should never be broken Life and love just keeps growing And I've stopped biting my tongue I'm collapsed in a heap of smiles And I feel fresh air replete my lungs My heart thumping felicity Through my once hollow veins Accepting all of life And cleaning out the stains Dancing on my toes Eager for your lips That have shown me what's real Replaced old life's script
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Manage Thoughts Heartfelt mixture of imagination. Much to reason, a humbling experience. Held back with another. Lowered senses of woes. Only rain make its' due. Invite anew, and with genuine affects, softly speaks. Here for idle depiction of a masquerade. By chance, a laughing fellow knows his own deception. Best known for amiable speech, a gaunt dissatisfaction. Repartee, starch and meaningless to elaborate. J/H/L 10.13.12
It is, The fountain of my strength…my resolve. Every face of my charity, my aspirations From which I draw my every thought That impetus which drives me forward Soft illusory colours that decorate dreams Those cooling salves that ease my spirit Each warming beam from the morning dawn My collective and defining experiences The epiphany only seen in the minds eye The furtive knowledge of understanding Sweet breaths of angelic divinity Essences of delicately dusted solitude Warmed rains washing and anointing Pins of light on the sable sky of midnight And the easy ardent blushing of moonlight My resonant voice of the silenced soul The feminine embrace of all humanity Our lost and veiled nobility of the infinite Serenity…
She looked at him with unsullied wide eyes blue She'd never loved or would a man so much, so long. She trusted him. He loved her and he was her world. And she his. She knew no other man nor men knew her and all was pure, as she was too. She just knew him, his healing word his gentle kiss his soft brief touch and all he had he gave, and all she took and wanted more, for all was safe in those, his guarding arms. She loved to laugh and he did too in those the days when she felt small She thought he was a force at times not man, but just for her and to her all his love he gave. She shone to him, the life he'd made. Now she gave him love for life, her gift to him She was his life and would give his for her, should shadow cross their path. She never thought that he'd do bad or break her trust or worse her heart She could not know that life is hard or that man is flawed for all his will. She would know but not today, today or now, tomorrow holds its secret sorrows still for her. She holds his hand as on they go, the sunshine's bright on wide eyes blue, the girl, her dad, as one. For now.
father time in my chest keeper of its own pace just skin and bone depth influences time and space what are we but drifters in an unknown see truth in a literal belief before my face stars with no funeral light will win the race here i am, not for long death starts at home where is this leading? which story could it be? despite all my reading writings the cup of tea i dont need to know it all as long as im not alone
It is therapy for me to make the pen dance melodies across an otherwise bleek piece of paper. To create words that don't exist because I WANT TO is simply bliss or to write about that crush that I want to kiss in the third person as if it is a wish of a young girl around 16-ish can only be done in poetic form. I can curse out my best friend or ask God to let me into Heaven or bunji jump off of clouds at night and wake up flying a kite around the sunshine, because I am the author of the masterpiece and to me it is the best pain killer for reality. It is MY therapy! I can honor those who I loved so much or degrade them to an anesthetic touch just because they pissed me OFF! I can lay down and write haikus all day about the rain personified or the clarity of the water in the bay. I can use words that those around me do not understand or think with my pen in my mouth and his heart in my hand or vice versa or write about sitting all day while I stand. I create a magical landscape with a concrete jungle back drop or sing a capella songs in hip hop. It is my THERAPY! And I can re-create my life by myself unjudged, unrevised, and fully certified. Thank GOD for it.
The great illusion Is a bright and shining thing Known as happiness
Death plays tricks on all that exclaim. Life withers you away without fame. Love can sweep away any kind of blame. Lust will drive you into a dangerous game. One without the other will drive you insane. Each one you must control to kill the pain. Your soul, heart and mind will complain. Your spirit can guide you on a level plain. These things I have learned from others I see. These things are a part of us and yes even me. My faith holds me to the ground under a tree. Blessings that are given keep me forever free.
Come, all of you who are thirsty! Whose life has run dry! Come to God's living waters. Your needs, he shall supply! Come, those without money! Come, buy and eat! Buy wine and milk without money! That you may be complete! Why spend money on what isn't bread? And labor with no satisfaction? Behold the glory of the Lord! He offers his wonderful salvation! Listen to God! And eat that which taste so sweet! God brings everything to the table, so that you may be complete! Allow your soul to delight, in the riches of God, most fare! Allow his goodness and mercy to keep you in his care! Listen to the voice of God now! That your soul may live! Won't you come and receive all, that God has to give? He's the God of creation, and is waiting for YOU! Come all who are thirsty! That your life may be renewed! By Jim Pemberton 07/14/13 Read Psalm 55:1-3
A girl runs out yelling" ice cream" For the colorful truck to wait As she leaves the window And hurriedly runs out the gate The beautiful music that plays All the kids knows it so well So he always stock up the flavors That he knows will always sell He got vanilla, chocolate Strawberry, and mash mellow Cherry, coffee and rocky road Fudge ripple, coconut pine apple Every one love ice cream It don't matter who they are If they cutting sugar cane Or are a famous superstar Bet there is some ice cream In everyone fridge at homes And I'm sure in the cupboard Have some ice cream cones It has so many different flavors That you could chose from But it don't matter to me Just as long as you give me some The origin of ice cream Goes back to china 4th century When they discover crush fruits And ice was very tasty Then they add buffalo milk And rice mixture boil very slow Then they keep it frozen By packing it in the snow Marco polo taste it in china So he ask for the recipe Then when he comes back Start to make it in Italy But I really not good at history So don't know the origin for sure But when my bowl gets empty You know I asking for more In Trinidad we have bee's ice cream The best in the whole world When we go by Julie house We will say bring ice cream for us girl Legends says that bees ice cream Cause a relationship so end When a guy eat all the ice cream And didn't leave none for his girlfriend And when she gone in the fridge He run and hiding like a mouse When she see he eats all the ice cream She kicks him out of the house Yes ice cream is love by everyone Old, young, and small When coming to my ice cream I not sharing none at all
In the stillness of a clear summer eve I gaze upon eternity's countless stars Amazed at the vastness of space Who am I on such a scale? What is living life? Where do I exist? Why am I here? When will we know? When? when... I exist for I live Or do I? Am I just a passing thought A slight indigestion A low wind Of an bored dreamless Being? Suffering from insomnia From the constant murmurs Of billions upon billions Of tiny souls voicing prayers Begging for mercy Pleading for blessings Asking for vengeance Billions and billions of sounds Twinkle into the heavens as stars Disrupting tranquility Disturbing balance Destroying cosmic tones of harmony Deluding truth Detesting self guilt for forgiveness When will we know? I close my eyes and sigh Blinking back at the twinkling of star dust That spirals waves of light Like beads of glass hope Shattering into shards of broken visions Stinging the sweat upon my face With wisps of coolness of night's air I sit up and stare back At the greatness of space When will we know... Happiness When I was a little boy I grasped my sisters hands When we would sing and dance in circles When the day was done and evening was fun When mom and dad would laugh together When neighbors came over to visit When friends joined the circle When dogs would jump and bark with joy When time was innocent and simple When life was easy as a smile When happiness visited us often When we knew love by being loved When we knew love ... When we knew.
I Cried Today I am thirteen today You would think I would be happy Yet it is hard to even crack a smile With everyone wishing me a Happy Birthday To me it's not that happy As today strange voices carrying on inside me They say I don't deserve to live They say I should die I am thirteen and I Cried Today My sweet sixteen isn't so sweet I just want to hide Go back to sleep Or simply disappear What is a girl to do? When she feels so sad, lonely and depressed I don't even have anyone to turn to I am sixteen and I Cried Today Today I am nineteen It is my graduation day And while I am smiling on the outside I feel like I am crumbling on the inside Those voices don't give Never a break No rest for the wicked they say I am nineteen and Today I Cried I am twenty-one No drinking for me I am in a hospital as my first sip was almost my last Who knew I could be so allergic I am twenty-one In a hospital and I Cried Today I am twenty-five I thought I was in love Until I walked in on my fiancé In bed with my best friend My heart feels so cold I am so alone As my world has just turned upside down I am twenty-five and I Cried Today I am thirty I am working hard To get back my life Take control of my future And actually see the possibilities of a tomorrow It is a lot of work With a hard road ahead I am Thirty I Never Cried Today I am thirty-four In a few short months I will be thirty-five I am not alone I realize I never was Surrounded by people I love People who love me Married to the love of my life My dreams are coming true I feel so happy I am almost thirty-five and I Smiled Today By: Jean Shular
Today I saw a tree trunk, Growing through a fence. Metal bars pierced, as it grew, It almost didn't make sense. Sap oozed out its flesh, Where the spike had bored. Victim of its own success, As if it had fell upon its sword. I wondered if the tree was wise, That growing meant having to agonize. The tree didn't seem to mind though, As it stretched toward the rainbow..
Love floats by, reaching, tantalising, meandering, tip-toeing past pain, leaping through walls, weakening the barricades, of the most private heart. Love settles in, trusting, searching, dissolving, quietly beyond anguish, erasing the desolation, soothing a battered spirit, enveloping the shivering soul. Love stays, it is true, love endures, as do you
Curiously looking from the window It's the life of the magician to show Greed that dazzles masses Is the look everyone wears Once opened, the sweet curtain Hides the fool from within But unveils the magic That disappears the trick That never existed Surrender you, the grand magician Then fools will lie in admiration Admirers of you will be fools You are the audience to your own news
A mystic evening A mystic evening There's silence everywhere The stars are shining And I am standing there As the full moon gazes down on me This thing enters my soul. As velvet spirit Makes me feel so whole. My heart is quiet I feel such mystery Something within me Whispers 'Let it be' And everything is wonderful As I feel a magic power Which seems to fill my heart and make it flower. No words can tell the way it is For symbols they just be Symbols cannot picture it This sweet, sweet mystery. My life be simple As I gaze here at the night I feel that moons glow As everything feels right Awareness comes on over me And peace is everywhere. As life just is, and I am standing there.
A Resolution for This Time (Based on Eccl. 3:1-15) ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd I long to see the beauty of my time Hear music from eternal bells that chime Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever Look toward heaven that last forever I'll grasp my part in each life occasion Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion Accept God's design for each life season Submit that I need not know His reason I will celebrate life so wondrous born Understand that death is not always scorn Propagate goodness and wholeness in life And uproot that which causes pain and strife I'll concede it's sometimes proper to kill But until convinced I'll promote goodwill Useless things I will tear down and destroy Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn Together find God's healing as we mourn Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance I'll speak with passion, let pieces scatter Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug When acceptable, open arms and hug For things of value I'll search at great cost When searching is exhausted count it lost When usefulness has ended, throw away But don't allow important things to stray Now is the time to tear some things apart Then with care I'll mend and make a new start Learn the lesson that silence is golden Of words fitly said men are beholden I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust Teach that kindness and fairness are a must In war, anger and malice find release But I'll use my voice to encourage peace Yesteryear's events once again will be To measure their success we wait and see God's deeds are good, lasting and without flaw Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.
sometimes, i get a wave of sadness over me. i love you, and i want to be with you, but you deserve someone a little less neurotic and a little more normal. someone who is honest when she whispers, "I'm so happy" under the covers. you make me happy. but you shouldn't have to change me like that.
The world is my mirror, it reflects a man not yet made, so much pain and suffering reside, it will not change till I change inside, acknowledge what I am, an inflated ego, in denial of my true self, my sentient being suffocated by lies, this is the reflection I see, this is what is inside of me, and little by little the ego crumbles away and is buried by all of its crutches unfulfilled, the reflection changes with not one soul killed.
Lies, deceit, half-truths, Float quickly, drift, rising high. Disembark trivia now. One lie; then others, Compensate the mortals' eye. Blinding in their retrospect, Thou shall blame thyself, Or shall thee blame all others. Thine words shall destroy thyself. Quiet thine spirit, Relate to oneself what thee, Has done all by your own deeds, Qualify your mind. Split between spirit and soul. Own yourselves mistakes, till end.
How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ? Daisies are Stubby, Daffodills have a Spout, Watch out for Cupid, For He's Sure to be Out. Poppies are Red, Forget-Me-Nots are Blue, Be Sure to get Flowers, For your Little Missy-Sue. Marigolds are Short, While Sunflowers are High, Chocolates are Sweet, Prepare for your Cutie-pie. Pink Pansies with Petals so Soft, Lily of the Valleys that Smell so Sweet, This Time and Day you Must Share, Dinner on the Town will Be a Nice Treat. Some Flowers like to Climb, While many Others Seem to Crawl, A Smile - Tight Hug with a Gentle Kiss, Realizing your Efforts were Worth it ALL ! Written by William Arthur Tell Lu 12:27 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Ignorance is a crime caused by putting up fences if we'd let go of the voices inside our heads and eliminate fears discussions would arise peel the blind folds from our eyes share real stories told without disguise encouraging progress could be made with concerns of what we've learned rather than what we are paid a fulfilling life is people based sharing giving looking out for others one human at a time despite our differences the truly rich way of living
We're Lost Without God… As God is removed from this great nation. We end up with a confused and lost generation. As God is forbidden, in our public schools. The tide of immorality is what "rules." As God is often mocked and discarded. It was Godly principles this country was started! As anything of God seems to get scorned. We tend to worship many ungodly forms. As God's word is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what God is all about! As God's plans for living are tossed and abused. We have many people very lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the creature. They look to themselves as being the "teacher." As people ignore God, many get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation "bleeding." It's him and his word, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won't you come to the Lord, and invite him in? Won't you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It's only in him that we can be complete and whole! By Jim Pemberton
Breaking through the darkest night, suffering no more My dreams are of a deeper place, everything adored Everything alive, now there's no such thing as death Eternity accounted for within a single breath Walking through an open door, leaving thoughts behind I drift beyond the maddening love I couldn't find Nothing is forgotten, but I can forgive it all So much truth ahead of me, even if I fall Flying through the brightest sky, absorbing every sight Reflections made of paper-thin paintings of the night A thousand words for every scene, changing them to day The poetry I leave behind will always keep me safe Shifting through to higher realms, its beauty washing clean The ways in which I never could hold my self-esteem Perspective of the infinite through knowledge I have found I trust this deeper wisdom to translate all sight and sound Awakening the visions that have always pulled me near Rebirth to every corpse of truth in a world dying from fear An energy envelopes us that asks for our hearts Discovering that there is more to us was way back at the start
I Rejoice In Knowing God! I will cry out to God with my voice! I take safety in him and rejoice! I shall seek him in the day of trouble! He'll pick me up, when I stumble! I know that he listens, and is always there! I shall seek each day, alone in prayer! I shall remember the Lord's faithful deeds! He gives me strength, and meets my needs! I meditate on his words, and wonders performed! He picks me up, when I feel defeated and scorned! He is God and shines with an awesome brightness! He brings everlasting love, peace and kindness! Behold! He is God! His power is demonstrated! His beauty among the heavens, has been demonstrated! He is God! And shall forever reign supreme! He is my God! My righteousness and everything! By Jim Pemberton 09/09/13
Our God Reigns… Our God reigns in the heaven's above! Behold the mighty works of his power and love! Our God reigns in the mountains on high! His power reaches down to the deserts so dry! Our God reigns on his heavenly throne! He wants to be the Lord of our hearts and homes! Our God reigns over the majestic seas! His creation is magnificent! This you can see! Our God reigns over governments here on earth. He gave his son, so we can have a "new birth." Our God is mighty! Everyone shall kneel before him! He longs for us to worship and adore him! Our God has made a mansion for you in heaven. He wants to be your God! Won't you let him? Our God stands knocking at your heart's door. Won't you let him in? What are you waiting for? By Jim Pemberton
My mother never knew what to do with me. I was an obligation that needed to be. But I wanted her to love me. Simply… love… me. I would do anything to please her. Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did. But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done. Needless to say our relationship wasn't what I wanted it to be. I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. I had a daughter who didn't live. And my mom said someone like me shouldn't have kids. Though she didn't know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health. Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere. I didn't show it but hidden…my health wasn't all that good. My husband's diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine. I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart. Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. The son I'd always wanted to have. I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn. He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere. He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong. My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son. He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn't there for him. I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved. That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way. I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son. But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son. But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him. It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in. And it's even stranger to tell that… The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else's son. He's my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again. Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.
The True Meaning of Easter The true meaning of the Easter story, Is God's Son came down to Earth from glory. Jesus really does love you and me. He was born to die that you might be free. For 33 years, he lived among sinful men. Then one day was to be an atonement for our sin. He who was born of the virgin Mary's womb. Was to one day rise again from an empty tomb. So many people have gotten into a habit, of replacing Jesus with the bunny rabbit. So please reach out to others and let them know, Of the lover and redeemer of their soul. The true meaning of Easter must forever be said. Of God's son who died, but arose from the dead! By Jim Pemberton
Why shouldn't beautiful truth be felt profoundly and seen clearly, not as perceived in a mirror fogged up by imperfection and pretense? What we fearfully hide from ourselves: is conspiuous pity! We lie to embellish what is ugly and deceitful, but the unpleasant feeling doesn't become evident until we realize how untrue we have been to all! So why create something that is rooted in lies, when honesty can break the bond of hidden bitterness, not to confound and deceive others with fake smiles? Cleanse yourself of impurity, look for a guiding light with anxious eyes and a rejoicing heart by loving godly; and if more stars shine, why be afraid of a dark night? Now the darkness has been lifted from your existence, and hopes of finding joy never vanish when truth is upheld... look into a mirrow not fogged up by imperfection and pretense!
Some people dream about being a star, a gorgeous vacation, a house or a car. Some dream of making that game-winning play. Others may dream of a place far away. For many it's simply acceptance they seek, courage, that they should no longer feel weak. Some are consumed with making a name, a quest for great riches, fortune, and fame. For me, it's quite simple, my one true desire, is help people find their passion and fire. What is it inside that tears at their soul? What is their cause, their purpose, their goal? I've found that if I inspire others to find, the talent that's buried somewhere in their mind, then I too will somehow accomplish it seems, the thrill of observing them capture their dreams. So, let me ask you, because you have asked; Do you have a dream you have taken to task? And if it has no body laughing at all, know that your dream is likely too small.
I have finally reached my destination Coming in from several directions A heart filled with ambition A mind filled with passion!
I like scents that speak to me, Of home and hearth and love. Scents that spell security, To me are most beloved; Like the smell of coffee in the morn, Or fresh baked bread and scones; Smells that pull at heart strings, Whene'er your far from home. I love the smell of crisp, clean air, After a cleansing rain. I love the smell of mountain air, And the forests and the planes. The flowers in my garden, Where I spend such happy hours, And the smell of a nice clean man, Fresh from his morning shower.
Life can bring many difficult situations! Often, there's really no explanation! No matter how smart or how wise, Things can take us totally by surprise! We can often find our life off course. Many times, being driven by a "dark force." I know that it's hard to know what to do. Especially with what you may be going through! I can't think of all the right words to say… To help you make it through another day! But there's someone, I can ask you to turn to! He loves and is most concerned about you! His name is Jesus! The almighty God is he! He's committed to you now! And for eternity! He's the one that you can trust and lean on! And is someone that you can certainly depend on! Won't you give him an opportunity to help you? He reaches out his hand! Because he loves you! He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure! He can completely fill you! Beyond measure! The decision is yours! A choice to be made! There's nothing for Jesus what's worth the "trade!" He's everything that any of us can ever think of! And can do more for you! Than you ever dreamed of! He's the alpha and omega! The beginning and the end! Won't you allow him to be your savior and friend??? By Jim Pemberton
Catatonic morning crawl Saturday, suburban thrall Car bomb kills 50 in Iraq My kids live at the bloody mall Stagnant showered stare Crusted sandwich, TV glare Tsunami swallows 10,000 cold Jesus, I'm losing my hair Middle-aged, brooding blog Mow the lawn, walk the dog Aids decimates African country My broker is in a goddamn fog Five o'clock roundtable ruse Leftover meatloaf, reheated news Another million homeless this year I'm so sick when the Yankees lose Married bedroom gloom Wife sleeping, silent doom Midnight landslide spares none I remember when life was fun
Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne! Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne. He came to earth… For 33 years, he called it his home! His mission had one purpose and desire in mind! He was to one day, be a sacrifice for mankind! He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken! He knew that one day, his body would be broken! He desired that all, would one day, come to know him! Because of his resurrection, all can receive him! He's alive today! And reigns from heaven above! And desires to touch us, with his endless love! Won't you humbly come, and accept what he's given? And experience the power, of being forgiven! This can be your moment! This can be YOUR day! He loves you much more, than words can say! All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king! You are our righteousness! Our everything! By Jim Pemberton
It's a great day, When I can say, I am the best me, And you will see. I will come to you in a dream, I will be a shout with a scream. I will be an unmistaken seed. Balancing every want or need! I am on a mission you see, To be the very best of me, There will be nothing to say. The Moon will set my day. I am the need, The deep seed, You will hear my scream, Planting myself in a dream! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
You and I. You. Your heart blazed, with a warmth of spirit, soothing, alluring, soaked in truth. Your smile burned, branding me permanently, gentle, tender, enveloping my being. Your love was complete, from the depths of your soul, unsaid, yet fierce, bathed in silent knowing. Your dreams were poetic, fluttering in the afternoon breeze, infused with the distilled essence of rhyme. I. I squandered your generosity of spirit. I vainly discarded your priceless poems. Now I stand, alone, empty, desolate, wasting away, rotting inside, day by day.
There could be day when I won't calculate Or a moment when I would just be foolish. I would forget my pros and cons on the car seat And jump into the rabbit hole as I flee. There could be an hour when the party lights stay on And the conversations drown in shallow pools Or I make mistakes that I regret And endow a tear drop to my cheek. There could be a time when I like the mirror – A fleeting moment in which I really believe. I would stop seeking answers in the stars And looking for peace in deep oceans. There could be a second when I am not me And be unfaithful to control Or shout praises of the devil from the rooftops And carelessly sell my soul.
I know of a brother, who's lost and confused… Many of his relationships, he's already "abused." He's not really sure, which direction he's going… There's a lot of wise advice, that he's ignoring! He's choosing to ignore the God who loves him. And refuses to acknowledge how much he needs him! He decided to leave his family behind him… Perhaps, one day, they'll be able to "find him!" I pray for this dear brother! He needs prayer! I know that wherever he goes… God is always there! Please, dear Jesus, touch him with your kindness! Without YOU dear lord… He's walking in blindness! No matter where he goes… Which path is taken! God will always love him! He's never forsaken! The words of God, must somehow get his attention! To give him a clear path, and a godly direction! May the love of Christ, get a hold of his heart! Coming to Jesus, is a good place to start! Whatever this brother does, or where he goes… Only the righteousness of God, can make him whole! Dear Lord… Be with my brother! That he may know you! During the journey of life, may he learn to trust you! The path of God's footsteps, gives one a true meaning! May this brother acknowledge God! And start believing! By Jim Pemberton
A rewrite of the previous,,after reading it again the one before this,,, I felt it was sending the wrong message,,,,,,at first to me it was what I wanted to say about my make believe sister,,,,,,only that the lines I wrote, could be mis-construed to another meaning. She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had. Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see, She is not exactly good or even bad. She is just my fantasy, designed for me. Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see, She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad. She is just my fantasy, designed for me. She has no mother, not even a dad. She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad. Impossible you say, this could never be, She has no mother, not even a dad. A dream girl as my sister, oh gee. Impossible you say; this could never be. Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad. A dream girl as my sister, oh gee. What I always wanted, since I was a lad, Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad. She is not exactly good or even bad. What I always wanted, since I was a lad, She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had. By Cecil Hickman Written for Sponsor Paula Swanson Contest Name Pantoum
I dream of a month simply to remember an era a moment perhaps tearful goodbyes pleasant beginnings I challenge myself to remain nonchalant A close memory lingers as the tenth draws near I envision a whisper in the Father's ear probing Him to give me that chance now Smiling widely I moved to the front View my future I step....
A dream before a mirror in half gloom In the enfolding quiet of my room A twin of confidence looks back at me Can she see The lack within Reflected eyes? This far too sober tendency To see the self, that hides away And sqeeze all thought, which once ran swift and keen With octopus arms Until all life is gone Where any fragment left behind Is simply dust And has no weight, to hold it down In gusts of wind that spring alive Upon the fall of night Before I sleep, I will step outside I will listen to the stars I will walk out alone beneath the sky And let the whirling leaves spin past my feet And breathe a rain-damp air and feel the qualm of me retreat And after that I'll read a book Perhaps a verse, reverse my doubt I'll turn the light, and make a wish Instead of dread I'll close my eyes, and lay my head Upon my bed
What is this? This way I feel? I've never felt before A desire for a love to heal A heart so cold and sore Out with the old And in with the new To my past love, I never told But I'm happy at the chance to meet you Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places I want someone to hold dear by my side Each and every night To be there when I want to hide And tell me everything's alright Meet someone with their heart so open, their eyes so wide Who reminds me of the one I lost To pick up the pieces, while to my life revive And breathe love's warm fires on a heart of frost She's out there somewhere, thinking of me As I am of her Just a blank face in our minds For which our hearts slowly burn Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places And my past love will do the same Meet someone kind, and new Know he'll grow to love her name Just as I did, and still do What will come of them, I'll wonder Pray she finds happiness beyond compare Under the sun, rain, and thunder But to share these feelings with my new love, I wouldn't dare Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places
I Still Love the Lord In The Same Old Fashioned Way! No matter what many people may have to say. I still love the Lord in the same old fashioned way! No matter the burden. No matter the cost! Christ gave me his life! That day on the cross! The holiness of my Lord is awesome and very real! Behold the Lord God! The God of Israel! Jesus has created me. And his word tells me. Everything about my life... He already knows me! He's called me to give up everything! And follow him! I want to do what he asks of me, because I love him! He will help me to be the kind of person he wants me to be. He has called me to holy living. Because he loves me! This way of living, may seem to be "old fashioned" by many. But the life he gives, is worth more than all of this world's money! He gives joy unspeakable! And the half hasn't been told. One day soon, I shall walk on those streets of gold! He gives an abundant life! This is why he came! Everything I'll ever need... I can find in his name! The road to eternal life, is a narrow road to travel on. Christ is someone I can always depend on! Thank you Lord! For your love so sweet! All of my burdens and worries, I lay at your feet! You're worth everything to me! What more could I ask? I have a heavenly life with you, that will always last! By Jim Pemberton
The other day You did pull those curtains back ever so gently as you exposed me to the light With your opening of windows I could breathe again The air rushing in I looked at you and a tear jumped from the corner of my eye I knew your love was never a lie For you're the only one that has found the right key That key engages the happy me
A beautiful sound to my ears is hearing the RAIN outside my window Drip drop nonstop coldezz and brezze thats the weather I like the most RIAN your back home miss you and the wind you blow Fall then winter what a combination to my soul love not lost, lost not gone I love when it RAIN because its a new beinning to my life RAIN, RAIN, RAIN don't go away I don't wanna say come back another day Time to bring out the coca and brownies and find a warm spot to gather and deliver the laughers and fun RAIN sure do bring family back closer to one another RAIN don't you love to be loved??? because I know I do and its never more then enough RAIN, RAIN its your turn to let it RAIN down on use so let it fall more and more on use:)
The amazing way we came to know We each had some place else to go where eternal sparks of passion's fire too hot to quench with earthly flesh We understood our wants and needs Taking eternity into account never crossed our minds when we evaluated our lives We now step back and evaluate our relationships our accomplishments and believe in our choices We live a life our parents could not even imagine but the one thing they taught us still holds true... the children are the most important thing. rlm '08
Diving deep, into the void, within Washing, cleansing, myself clean Trusting without expectation Letting go of, what I am familiar with Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me Teaching me how to live Growing inside my heart and mind Larger than my mind's ego As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings Showing me how to love, without attachment Discovering, who I truly am
This Day, Was A Holy Day As Crystal Drops Came Down A Beautiful Display And Soothing Sound Like An Echo of Joyous Children Or A Drum-Roll Softly Nearing Or Like Angels Were Cheering … That's What … It Was Like Hearing ! And It Poured Like A Pitcher Cool, and Smooth and Clean Slanting On My Window Inspiring Me To Sing: - - - - - - - " Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter Today … Nothing Is The Matter Plop, Plop, Splatter, Splatter Inside, We're All Together Washing Away Every Tear Rinsing Away, Every Fear Refreshing Every Year … … Raindrops, Touched Our Dears " - - - - - - - This Day, Water Came In Streams But No Thunder or Lightning Screams Just Innocent, Wistful, Wet Dreams And Later, Rainbow Gleams (And Waiting For Tonight's Moonbeams) … Today … Was A Holy Day As Crystal Drops Came Down A Beautiful Display And Soothing Sound …
Just A Little Talk With Jesus… Why not talk to Jesus? And spend some time alone? Won't you ask him to be the Lord of your heart and home? Just a little talk with Jesus can make your day so bright. He can heal your troubles and make everything "alright!" Just a few moments with him can make all of the difference! His love can give you hope and a joyous experience! Feel free to share with him your every need and concern! Won't you allow him to guide you at life's every turn? Won't you allow his cleansing power to take your sins away? He can make you a new person! And can do it TODAY! The time you can spend with him, is time you won't regret! HE will never fail you! And hasn't let go of anyone yet! Just a little talk with Jesus will bring sweetness to your soul! The words of Christ can completely make you whole! Please remember a promise from the beginning of time. When God created the world... He had all of us in mind! Spending time with Jesus will be the best thing you did! Won't you accept his love and willingness to forgive? Just think about the opportunity with Christ you can share! You can have time with him! And can meet him anywhere! Behold the glory of our Lord! He reigns from heaven above! You can enjoy his presence! And the power of HIS LOVE! By Jim Pemberton
By Chris Matt Where smiles laugh tears can fall hearts are poured out and where I can be me for the first time. Where my imagination can run wild spirit flies free here life can just be mine. For Michael F. contest "Where poetry comes from"
She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form. All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn. Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep. Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap. Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work… She can't wait to discuss the results back and forth. She'll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme. This poem is the result of a days' insightful dream. She's a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon. But she's safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon. There are always those admirers awaiting her final results. Like a butterfly's wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth. She helps others understand… they're not alone…any more… With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart. Then she'll hide away back in her cocoon till when… She'll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again.
It's the flight of pregnant birds that I am reminded of Bloated and cramping Legs tucked close in, wings beating away with paternal efficacy Never towards a nest Always in flight As if the very notion of rest a circling falcon A tireless hunter, promising a swift demise, bodies left to decay… This, this is a pregnant flock of desires and ideas Notions and purpose Encumbered and floating, rolling clouds heavy with rain And this flock rolls on Until with a spasm of wings and anticipated rhythm A gush of rains and new life is announced And from each bird, pregnant from birth Comes a new flock, each end every belly swollen with life And new ideas surge forth And newly feathered wings beat with renewed zeal And a multitude of pregnant flocks take to the skies, And it's these birds I'm reminded off When I pick up the pen to write Because in each and every bird I observe I see that pregnant mother of possibility Beating her wings, soaring above the ground To give birth in the skies, Where my ideas soar, soar and give birth And I am reminded of them Every time I come to write And fear I will write nothing at all.
people now a days care what people think about them and want to be liked for more then just who they are and they will lie and and try to make friends for the wrong reasons and they want to be liked by all and many people and they will be what that type of person wants them to be. is it really worth it to be something your not when there are people out there in the world who will like you for you and you can make true friendships that will last longer and wont hurt you in the end. if you want to make true friends you will need to be able to act like yourself for the whole time and try to find those people that will think of you as hey i like him/her and i want to be friends with them. People want to be liked by as many people that they can and they wish that they could find the people that like them for them and they want to be able to be like by a lot of thos people but they are hard to find if you have the mentality that you have to fake who you are. if you will take the chance and try to talk to new people that you dont know not just the cool people you might be amazed at what you find and form a true bond that will last throug a life time. people want to be popular and want to be able to do what the poular people do all of the time but is it worth it if you cant even find the true you anymore. i wish all of the people in the world had what it took to say you know what im me if you dont like it then buzz off. if more people did that i think that we would have a lot more people in this world that are happy and have fun with the people that matter and will be able to talk to them about anything. people dont know what a strong gift it is to be different then the other people around them and if they would just stop and act like themselfs then they will be happy and people are ment to be different and be a leader not a follower. people can read this and say what ever they like me for me and i dont have to believe you and it is also your choice to take what you hear and apply it and it is your choice to ignor it i hope you will learn something from this and use it to become a better person and be a happier person.
Remember all that time we spent on the back deck At your parents house. So very comfortable in that serene kind a way. On that beautiful day Late one may Ill never forget that sense of togetherness I felt. My heart melted. I knew I always wanted to stay, right here with you. A comfort altogether new Just as beautiful at It's inside point of view. They seen us and knew! We where, the best of friends. Partners in a way that complements with such grace. Beatific, such as this spring breeze, We cheer the coming of the warm months. With a bottle of wine or two. Those conversations I hold so dear. Crazy Intellectuals, all together classy. I still benefit from the knowledge past to me. It's been really hard Being torn away from this Knowing it was at the hand of my own demise. I still love them, With my convalescent mind.
Dear You, When things get rough I always think of you. The ways you calm me are too many to list and the ways I miss you are too obvious to dismiss. You are always present in my thoughts like you are suppose to be with me even when I don't want you with me. You, you have a way with words and I love the way they ease between my ears erasing my fears and finding an effortless path to my heart. You never stop amazing me. I wonder sometimes what would I do if I lost you. Devastation. Humiliation. Deprivation. Reckless Endangerment. I am finally settling on the thought that I may need you here. The first time we met I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever been allowed to see. I could barely focus as you took me completely by storm, you made my coldest places warm and for that I thank you daily. I remember looking you over trying not to make my stare obvious. Your skin was perfect, like it had been custom blended only for you, your voice tone was almost too low but I challenged myself to not miss a word, and I didn't. The thing I noticed, that I love the most about you was the way you took extreme care with me, like from our first initial touch you somehow instinctively knew to go slow, move slower and announce each entry. I tried not to love you that day, but I walked away haven already made a copy of the key that unlocks my heart…and I gave you the original to make sure it would work. Now I wait for you to use it...and now I question sometimes if I should change the locks. Except when I see you, I only want to remove them for you so you only need to walk in, but I must watch you make that move on your own. Sincerely, Just love Me
I stand, alone. Scratching for my truths, peeling away the veneer, I stand, alone, before this impregnable cliff so sheer. Cocooned in my solitary shell, wrenching a smile from a tear, I stand, alone, a little odd, and definitely quite queer. I stand, alone.
You can fool a fool, you can cheat one's mind. You can con a con, even steal from the blind. You can shake a shaker, you can brutalize a Brut. You can mob a mobster – and embezzle their loot. You can charm a charmer, sell your soul for a penny. You can take from a taker, for pennies you have many. But can you hold a hand, and experience love for free? Know true respect for all to see? Gain one's trust without a fee? You poor, poor, foolish soul, who will ever get to know the "real me".
I told my Hubby I needed a fountain to help the words to flow. It seems in the shower my creative juices, really know how to go. My Hubby says it's because I become relaxed, in body and in mind. That releases everything to flow with ease and in record time. But then he stated it might also be: the water pounding on my head. It's beating me senseless to release the flow and to open it up, instead. This may be true with a hard head like mine, sometimes it needs a touch. But I think a fountain would be way more fun, and not hurt near so much. And what would be more beautiful, than water as it's simply cascading around. My lovely birds could have a drink, as my barriers come tumbling down. My Trolls could frolick and play all day in water as the sun comes beating down. My dogs would jump to catch the droplets as they fall upon its crown. And all I need is to get a basket to collect my wandering thoughts. Truly nothing could be more worthwhile, no matter what the cost. Droplets falling thru my thoughts would become a rainbow for my mind. With a prism throwing forth-countless words, to arrange within record time. I wish! I wish! Oh, how I wish! To bring forth this dream of so much renown. So many words bubbling to the surface, before they'd come tumbling down. They'd fill my mind, and fill my soul… before touching each other's soul. My fountain would finally be complete, as cascading words did achieve this goal. Now I truly know, I'll have no fountain, or any great renown. Still I am grateful, for the few, who've read the words, which I have written down.
You were a waste of time Not even deserving of a good rhyme Fist clenched, sweat damping my face Anxious to find my place I take the first step It takes a hold Just as if I were driving wearing a blindfold Grabs me tight I try so hard to fight I feel my heart race, I begin to pace At least it reminds me that I'm part of the human race I take the first step First we meet to say our goodbyes I say must walk alone I say must fall alone For I am capable of picking myself up Embracing the world like a new born pup I am sorry to say…I can no longer stay So afraid of failing That was why I kept on bailing I am now ready to take the next step I can no longer hide I need to realize my own ability buried deep inside I set myself free And finally discover the real me You see my dear… It is this little thing in life that hinders us This little thing we call FEAR…
Throttled pain and it's come again,Why it strikes me , I care to know, All the doors kept ajar and my joys are drained,the peace is gone and the pain seems to grow. The druid churns the magic potion,But men and women to take along, More gains are his only notion,& not his goal and he's so wrong. Power blinds his wretched mind,Dying creative powers they soak to grounds , Oh! His deeds put all to the grind,Of the hallways, whose gonna turn it around. People cry their minds a whisper,Passion dies yet another death each day, All time idly spent in repent, things not achieved all kept at bay. Winds of change come sweeping across the globe,A new brotherhood of people he plans to build , The soothsayer swings his wand & depths he probe,Trusts he those who's desires are unfulfilled. My plea to them is to let go of ego and come together,Together all must be to tackle the dark forces that surround, As forces across the globe are down in the slump in all weather,It's creativity that will bring back from depths,to astound To build the cult the soothsayer has begun,Err if it has been, now there is no way on land but to move ahead, The dominos must align as now nobody must be the favorite son,Cause the ships in troubled waters have already fled………….
When heartache or uncertainty fill your days and nights, Remember now, more than ever, just don't give up the fight! His hands are layed upon you each and every day. Listen quietly and you'll feel it, not only when you pray. Sharing with a trusted friend will help to see you through. The outcome of your life you know, depends on what you DO. It only takes a willing heart and actions that seem odd, but through your struggles, you'll find strength - in the hands of God.
Seven- layer -cake Fudge-chocolate on top, sides Mother in kitchen
No more dark, No more blight. No more loneliness, No more fright. No more hiding, No more shame. No more embarrassment; I now love my name.
Still Of night. My house creaks. Speaks with noises. Tells of memories. Holidays often shared. Many pets have come and gone. The sweet aroma of this home. One child to leave this lovely address ~ We have been blessed to live in this place. ©Holly P. Moore November 2012
Never be silent Share every word Rejoice in the sounds Of everything heard Bless every vision All things you see For every image is precious Lasting eternally Rejoice in life's flavor Whether sour or sweet Variety in life Makes things complete Touch every surface Explore carefully The textures of life That change constantly Harness your emotions While you sometimes release Thoughts that bind you To bring inner peace Let the essence of today Fill your mind's memory With things that have passed And some that will be Moments are precious While time marches on No matter the destination Or road you are on Enjoy every moment In each breath you take With the love you have shared And the life you shall make
Look in the mirror Tell me- What do you see? A young girl, barely a toddler? A teenager on the night of her prom? An mother....holding a young child? An older woman...smiling at her husband after 50 happy years together? Anything worth your while? Anything your proud of? Nothing at all? Really....? Look deep inside...under the skin. Look in the mirror.... See your heart? That's what you should have been looking at. It's broken you say...now look over there. A photograph.... You... your family. Happy? Yes.. Then why so broken? Come on pull yourself together.... Yes you may not know it now...but soon the young woman in that picture....no longer a stranger... But YOU!
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Lord, help me to make a difference in someone's life today And to preach Jesus in what I do and say… Help me to make a difference in this world that surrounds me What you have done in my life continues to astound me! Help me to make a difference in the hearts of men. That I may show others what it means to be BORN AGAIN! Help me to make a difference in my prayer life too As I want to daily be in LOVE WITH YOU! Help me to make a difference in the reading of your word. May I share your scripture to the many who've never heard! Help me to make a difference in the life you've given to me… I once was blind. But now CAN SEE! Help me make a difference wherever I may go. As your Holy Spirit teaches and enriches my soul! YOU are the difference to a world that's perishing… YOU offer true love…And life that's everlasting! YOU are the reason why I keep on going. This life you've given to me… I am enjoying! … You have made a difference in my sinful condition You've changed my life! I'm a NEW creation! By Jim Pemberton
The warm concrete kissed my cheek when I had finally stopped falling and I lay there, at peace in the sunshine, bruises on my knees and scrapes on my hands bleeding oh so quietly while I sang my uplifting songs of gratitude. It's finally happened, I met the ground, The world quit spinning all around The clock just stopped The pain just quit I just embraced my moment while my throat was slit I sang and sang and lay and prayed, My time has come, it's over now, bless my soul forgive my sins --scratch that-- I don't give a sh** Just leave me be, here on the ground Let me sing without a sound Let me be at peace In my effortless glow Let me have my minute Of being alone.
be still my heart just hush ill get rid of this big bad crush if only you knew how much i care the kind of love i have for you is rare you dont even know my hearts on fire and that your the one that i desire i dream of kissing your lips but when i wake away you slip be still my heart just hush ill get rid of thei big bad crush i wish i could tell you how i feel then your touch i wouldnt have to steal you would be mine with our hearts and body intertwined i wouldnt have to dream and i could be with you always i wouldnt have to scheme this secret is hard to keep into my heart its etched deep
It tastes like simplicity like innocent distant memory You're helpless Oh, hopeless and so full of life it stings No, I'm not jealous or vindictive just brought down by fairy-tale romantics But you never offered not hesitence or forever And I've craved this like repression craves wings So, for memories sake and absence alone don't say love like laughter Or remember me like hate remembers names.
Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm
The flower blooming in the sky Its the flower of hope It carries raindrops and mildew of rhymes In its ever broadening scope The flower blooming in the sky Its the flower of hope It blooms into wonderful times Just like a vision that a floats The flower blooming in the sky Its the flower of hope It seldom withers into the night But today is undoubtably mine!
I walk along the streets as darkness falls Bundled deep within layers Of sweaters and scarves, hands deep within my pockets Smiling as the frigid air caresses my face. I breathe deeply, absorbing the scent of pine, Brusque air and dried leaves Mingled with the scent of logs Burning, escaping into the night. An owl in the distance hails the deepening dusk. The wind blows off the last of summers survivors. Turning up the collar of my weathered pea coat, I find myself gazing into the face of a full harvest moon. How I treasure these solitary walks. The peace of a gentle evening deep into fall. Crisp pine needles crunch beneath our feet, My dog Blue and I out for our daily evening jaunt. .
What's Happening to Marriages Today? I was listening to someone just the other day… And I couldn't believe what he had to say! He had left his wife and children for another! She was young enough to be his daughter! Here they were, "in love" and holding hands! Hoping to soon, get their "wedding bands!" They were pretending that this was so "cool." Living now by their own "set of rules!" How sick and disgusting this is getting to be! Is this something that many can't see? God gave us Adam and Eve to become one. To bear fruit through daughters and sons! He gave us marriage as holy vows are made. Not to march in an "adulterous parade!" We are treading on very dangerous ground! Faithfulness and commitment are scarcely found! The very definition of marriage is changing! As the family unit is always rearranging! Our only hope is in Jesus! And him alone! Let's promote his love! Into our hearts and home! Let's allow his love to be our heart's glue! And bring new meaning to the words; "I love you!" May his love bind our hearts and lives together! And remain faithful to each other forever! By Jim Pemberton
I've tried to tamper with such precious time Looked forward and back with open eyes I wonder about the day I'll die Will there be rain or shine? Maybe both, maybe none As I speak another life has begun Wish them luck as they carry on Bewildered within these starry nights I thought of time when I have lied Oh such precious time It flies (im sleeping outside) Signs and dreams lead me to believe That somehow, some way I'll be something great Do I choose to be nieve? They'll never know Do I choose to be so weak? It'll never show (I'll be sleeping outside) Love is such a clishey it seems Something I could only see Her eyes drew us in like summer heat Cupids arrows were made of clay Oh yes I've longed for this day I knew I wasnt lying anymore (I always sleep outside where the weather is nice I can feel everything for what it's worth dont give me signs or written lines give me your solid words)
The planets seem to fall when I cry. But it is only the wind drying out my contacts. It seems so small, my soul, sitting in silence Just waiting for my justification of existence. The clouds give me reason. Still, though, it may be pointless. Religion may be wrong. Often times I hear them question it. In a room speaking of Michelangelo. Should we wait? for a time? When all the planets align? or islands to move? No, says the optimist! Maybe says the pessimist. As for me, it does not matter anymore, like a lost teen. (Doing drugs desperately) Suicide or death, or even life. Makes no difference. Planets only seem to fall when I cry.
I'm So Very Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for!
This has been another year that came and went! I often wonder, where has my time been spent? It seems like yesterday, we rang in the new year! But, very quickly, it has all just "disappeared." I think about my accomplishments, goals and dreams. Do they matter anymore? Do they mean anything? This life I have, is just but a brief moment in time. One day, I'll simply leave everything fast behind! My relationship with Christ is what really matters! Everything else in life, is just "empty chatter!" I pray that as this new year comes and goes… My relationship with Christ will continue to grow! The older I get, I'm beginning to see! I need much more of Jesus, and less of me! He is what's needed! Whatever this year holds! I need him more, as each year I grow old! With each year, that comes and passes me by… I want more of Jesus, until the day I die! He is my friend, what is certainly needed! With him in me, my life is completed! Thank you Lord for this brand new year! You are the one I'll hold ever so dear! By Jim Pemberton
What? You Really Don't Like Me? Is there something about me, that you don't like? If you seen me today… Would you want me to "take a hike?" Perhaps it's my personality, or a habit of mine. You can't stop talking about me, much of the time. Pointing out my faults to some of the people you know… The words you say are actually eating at your soul! Instead of loving me, the way God wants you to… You bring up things about m, you're not supposed to do! Have you ever just once, took the time to pray for me? Am I someone you want to be with for eternity? STOP! And think about the damage you've already done! Begin to pour out your heart to Jesus, God's son! May he help you to really LOVE me the way he does! The cross he bore was for you and I… Whom he loves! May your thoughts about me, make your heavenly father proud! I hope to see you as we meet Jesus one day… In the clouds! By Jim Pemberton
You know what? i am here so unclearlry i love you so fiercely that's all that I know i'll get in trouble loven you, you loven me I am unashambled naked You'll take me, won't you? like this
Sense of protest under skies Of inner silence; external lies I seek protection from within But still I have to leave my skin No more spirit in this life The more I travel, the less I like A mortal sickness eating love Too blind to witness the things above Inward vision appearing weak More outer strength is all they seek Destiny and fate entwined I fall to question what's in my mind Sensing darkness in disguise An inner noise that lacks the light In desperation I now fade Another victim of dying days No more breathing for better things Only acceptance and fitting in My nightmares seep into the earth I have no power, and no true worth A dream of falling into skies I am the silent - a wraith in flight The world I see behind me lost I wake to protest what I have caught I asked a question, it opened doors Experienced the fear we're taught I am wakeful, it's all I need More understanding is what I seek
Twists and turns are life Happy or sad, you decide It shall stay that way
inky black night stars brightly sparkling earths giant shadow moon slowly fading dark shadow spreading a total lunar eclipse a rare winter solstice not to be missed finally total coverage only one light to see a bright orange penumbra meant for only me
Desire Coursing through my veins Infecting my brain Drives me insane I'm feindin' for those uppers I'm feindin' to get down I need to feel that ecstasy That overwhelming sound I'm cravin' me some instant death I'm asking to raise hell I hear my familiar shallow breath That comfy, cushioned cell I need to feel my insides out I need to taste the pills I feel the love and that's no doubt That wretched, lovely taste that kills
A spark of life Fire in my belly Giving what I have Serving you Honouring, who I truly am Loving you, in return
Love, feeling, and excitement! Are exactly what I'm dealing with And without you, I'm powerless... so powerless... You're constantly on my mind And you're embedded in my heart What would I do with you? I would be nothing! Even if I clear my mind You'll always be there, no matter what I do And I'm beginning to see the truth I think that fate has led me to you This love, feeling, and excitement! Must be the things I really need right now Your beauty has captured my heart And you're now constantly plaging my mind! My heart won't stop thumping! Even at the mention of your very name It's enough to wake me up even if I were dead... My dreams of you seem to be Pleasant but thet bother me Why can't I make my dreams Come true right now!? However, I will just wait For us to be together, no mtter how long Even if it were for an infinite years I'll still be here, waiting for you, my love This love, feeling, and excitement! Is a mixture of happiness and lust within me now And nothing will stop me from Reaching you, and embracing you! I can't seem to stop thinking! Just the sight of your picture is enough To fill me up with energy that I never Had before.... I can't seem to get away from these feelings! Tears I've never had before In what seems like a long time Now are overflowing Down these cheeks of mine Just for you because I need you, love... This love, feeling, and excitement! Is the fuel that I need to keep going now And I promise to meet you In just a matter of uears... Just wait for me, my love! I'm coming over as quickly, as I possibly can And once we're together, I promise we'll be Happy forever...
God Gives His Very Best! God loves YOU! And always gives his best! He offers his love! Why settle for less? He provides everything you'll ever need! And has given his word to direct and lead! He gave his son to be sacrificed for us! And asks us to give him our heart and trust! His son came to you may have life eternal! So that your name can be in heaven's journal! Won't you take this time, and accept him? There's no reason to refuse and reject him! Won't you allow his presence to fill you? Before the problems of life "overwhelm" you! He's God! He can do more than what you can think of! And he loves you more than any words can speak of! By Jim Pemberton
I once thought to have the world within my grasp, that all I needed I already had. I once thought to be unable to feel more happier than I was while you were around. Only way to make it better, was to change our worlds of ones and zeroes to contact of the flesh itself. Even though I realized it, I choose to deny it. I was sorely mistaken about you and I, and this and that. You smiled when you lied about your feelings. "I cannot give to you more than this" you said with an evil smirk while observing me from afar. The smirk, was it real or imaginated? I do not know, and I fear I will never know, my mind play tricks on me once and again. Misleading me to believe, like it allowed me to believe in your words. Words... Amazing how powerful it can be, use it well and one can find pleasure, use it well, and one can find the demise of the soul. leaving an empty husk behind, like you left me. An empty husk longing to be filled, once again, with the colors of joy. Coming from the other side of the world, I felt your words and disdain like piercing cold knives straight to my heart, once warm, now cold, since you left. And following your words you went away to never come back. Along with you, went away also the joy and happiness I dared to thought to be eternal, a sweet lie I was telling myself... Even today, after so long, I still think about you and I, your mesmerizing gaze that made me forget and float, your enchanting laughter and the warm and soft touch I told myself that you had. Touch that I will never feel, laughter I will never hear, again, and eyes that I will never meet, again. When you left, I was torn, between love and hatred. Now the hatred is gone and the love morphed to friendship, which I would like to share with you. The Mauritius girl, will my words reach you? I guess they will not, but I like to hope, to dream. Hopes and dreams, the accessories of the weak... A weak being, that I am, a being to be filled with fake bliss, five by day. Three by the sunrise and two when the diamonds imbue the skies. As like that, the curtains shall rise and fall before my eyes, at each passing empty day. And so I live on, even if that means to not have you anyway I can... The only way I can... For now, I just wonder, if will I ever find it again while I live? The joy and wonder, I mean. I ask this chair, I ask the other me on the looking glass and I ask my shadow. I guess these are the only companionships I will ever have until I meet my final doom. My shadow, my other broken me and this chair and my memories, of you and I...
Understanding All you need is understanding To give your life some harmony and wealth If you'd like to live with joy Create then, don't destroy And always try to understand yourself. Just live your life then, in sweet surrender As you melt within that mighty magic power So live life filled with calm Then nothing you will harm Just open up and bloom just like a flower. Open up and understand Let beauty hold your hand And live your life with so much harmony Then you'll take life by the reins And melt away your pains Just watch the light, and open up and be. Then your vibrations they will be loving And peace will gently move into your soul As that blossom opens up It will overflow the cup Then love will enter you, and make you whole.
A demised man without Jesus is dead. So also living soul without Jesus. Jesus manifested for purposes, What purposes? The hopeless. to receive hope, To set the captives free, Destroying forces Of darkness. With thirty pieces;he Manifested. Dark forces defeated. Our sins forgiven,sure Access to the father. Breach in Adamic time, Put in oblivion by lasting Bridge- access granted. His love is lasting. The death of Jesus! Lo He has resurrected! He lives!
A lways there for me when I need you N ever stop to think of yourself G uiding me thru the dark towards the light E ndeavoring all just to be there for me L iving life by my side this is Acrostic try it it's fun
My Madness, Me... Confined by this straight-jacket, strapped in, numb and dumbed, a washed-out, has-been, also-ran, body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind, rattling like stones in an old tin-can. Still, I am, I am, and I am unchained, my dreams taking flight, soaring, above these claustrophobic walls, of synapses, and dungeons of stone, swooping through green valleys, taking a detour to savour the joys, soaked in torrential, evergreen memories, of a younger man, with passion in his bone. I am. My wings unclipped, unshackled, free, I am, and though I am unable to see, I am. At long last, me...
scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue
The world is a perplexing place So much beauty and so much evil all tied into one I started having fun when I was way too young I've walked down both sides of the tracks The adrenaline rush was like smoking crack Being naive and carefree I thought I was living the ideal life By the time I was fifteen I had experienced it all Sometimes I managed to pull myself up However temptation was too great, despite knowing the toll I felt like I had lost my soul I didn't realize I was just being used and abused I used to think I was being cool, but now I realize I was surrounded by a bunch of dumb ass fools People I thought were my friends all did me wrong in the end I put my trust into the wrong hands and then one day reality struck I found myself stuck I learned the hard way I literally found myself fighting for my life and ended up being taught the strength The strength I had within myself all of these days I refuse to live in fear That's when I decided to change my ways I was forced to grow up way to young My life had been like one disastrous play I took back control in every plausible way I could no longer kick and scream For I was done living in this catastrophic dream It was my fight to fight and it was all up to me There are no magic pills, no quick fixes Only I could choose to remain a victim I get upset if anyone takes pity, even though a few years were extremely gritty I found my inner strength on my own, even when the stress makes me feel like I am about to drown Like a erasing the scarlet letter I shall no longer where that frown I chose to let myself be free Knowing I am the only one who holds the key The key to unlock and release myself from the pain Now everyday is like a surprise I see the world through a fresh pair of eyes I take advantage of that as much as I can I try to look for the beauty and pureness everywhere I turn I would not let myself be tainted from the past Life passes by so fast Forget the scary things I have done, for in a moment you can be gone Take that leap of faith and wear a smile upon your face
You'll push me, and I'll fall A million glass carnations shattered under the weight of my collapse You'll push me, as the moon stands by a lemon witness, a sour soul and I'll fall and fall and fall, perhaps... The rim of the earth will clear itself of all the thoughts I almost thought while the water below will splinter me in a million splashes, all for naught. You'll push me, and I'll fall A million platitudes all engulfed into the swell of sightless sound You'll push me, as the ocean cries a silver sentinel, in silver skies and I'll dive and dive to touch the ground...
Stillness of the night,and the dullness in my sight, A cold dark cloudy winter night,The pathway lights shine on bright. The cool breeze envelops my surround, A few dew drops from the moistened leaves drips aground. The languid wing of air, it carries, FragranceOf blossomed flowers, trees and berries. Once again the freshness in my mind, Is awakening from the darkness blind. Welcome, come in the joys of happiness, Its now time to "bid adeiu" to darkness
Some times they say the great and mighty do fall… And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all. Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength. But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think. The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks. So you'll never guess what those cute little penguins did. Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice. They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice. The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill. But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill. So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… That the polar bears didn't notice the ice caught in the currents sway. The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight. And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night. You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day. For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away. Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand. Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan… And, never turn your back on a penguin I say. They're the reason there's no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day. Tell Me A Story Contest
UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation. Another person crying; "discrimination." In our many attempts to not discriminate. It seems like it's God that we seek to eliminate. It seems like we've come up with our own "rules." And somehow have turned into a bunch of "fools." We accept many perversions of various kinds… But God himself? We seem to close our minds! In many of our lives, we've "kicked " him out. And refuse what he really is about! The words, "In God we trust..." Our money bears it! Anything of God? We're afraid to share it! It seems like the courts almost say he doesn't exist! And have brought much confusion into our midst! As many say it's "offensive" to display a cross… Many godly values have already been lost! It's time to wake up America! And begin to see! The kind of country we're beginning to be! A country that's foundation is getting off course. Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force! Out only hope is in God! And him alone! We must invite him back into our homes! To God and his word we must hold secure and fast! He is our only hope that our country will last! By Jim Pemberton
Our country has sinned, and many don't know it! Any reverence for God? Many refuse to show it! We have sinned greatly, in our desire to leave God behind! And have tried our best to remove him from our minds! Even a cross or nativity is most often, not allowed! The atheists? You'll find them in most every crowd! We've traded God's commands for our own "rules." How dare you mention HIM in any of our schools! Whatever pleases the flesh is predominantly enjoyed! As many people seek to fill an "empty void!" Those standing for righteousness are often scorned. "Don't preach about God!" They're often warned! The freedom God gave us.. We've turned it around! Perversions and addictions greatly abound! His judgment is coming! People may laugh. But our country will endure his holy wrath! Our only hope is the get back to God's word! His message of salvation needs to be heard! Only Jesus can give a peace and love so secure! We need him more than ever! That's for sure! Through Christ' blood, we can be a new creation! Please come Lord Jesus and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton
I can remember every time I've watched the sun rise. Each time so much different from the last. The awakening of the world, the pulse of it all, always the same. I can feel the rumble of her heart beat right through me. Oh how I cherish these moments of peace.
If We Lose Everything… There's Jesus! We have seen the destruction of various storms! They come swiftly and in many forms! So many people have lost everything they had. I see their look on t.v. And it's very sad! I wish I had the money to buy them a home. So many look lonely and feel all alone! I wish I could "wave a wand" and make it go away. I wish to encourage them, with what I have to say In spite of all of our nation's goals and ambitions. It can't make up for life's adversities and afflictions. Calamity and heartache can quickly appear! And much of what we have. can soon disappear! If I can encourage the many who've lost so much… I pray you'll be strengthened by God's loving touch! Won't you let him help pick up the "broken pieces?" He can bring hope and total completeness! He' can build and restore that which has been loss! He does it willingly! And already paid the cost! It may seem like you have just lost everything… You have no idea, what kind of comfort, Christ can bring! Won't you allow him to restore your life today??? He's more than able to do it, in a gentle and loving way! By Jim Pemberton
Please Touch Me, Lord Jesus! Please touch me, Lord Jesus! I need you! I come now, because I want to be with you! Bless me with your presence! I patiently wait! I need your now! Before it's too late! Touch my life with your Holy Ghost' fire! Move me with a godly passion and holy desires! Come now! And bring a revival within! Show me your ways! And cleanse me from sin! Thank you my Lord! For doing what you do! I am so honored and blessed to know YOU! By Jim Pemberton
I spin the wheel of time, in hopes of returning again, to an infant stage of my life, of false hope too plenty to explain. I've cast my three free wishes, to a fabled Genie I've cried. I've asked him to release me, from this guilt and suffering inside. I've tossed a million pennies, into a fountain of youth I plead, to return me to that delicate era, planting mother and daughter's seed. I've carried this white rabbit's foot, in a pocket of grief and regret. Searching my hatred for salvation, for motherly deeds I'll never forget. I've searched the meadows and found, as many four-leaf clovers I could collect, longing for eternal retribution, for the scars and injuries that infect. I've went to see the Wizard, and begged for another chance, to be a young mother to my daughter, for her heart to forever sing and dance. But sadly nothing changed, the hands of time don't stop. They won't reverse into the past, because of an age you wish to swap. Disappointed and frustrated, I fell to my knees to pray, for the sins of guilt and suffering, that plaque my life every day. And as I felt like giving up, I heard Him say to me….. Don't try to reverse past history, who you are now, is who you should be. * Just a wish to reverse time, and go back to when I gave birth to my first daughter, at such a young age. Knowing what I do now, I could have been a better mother, and more focused on motherhood, than myself. The guilt of "not being there more" for her has plagued me every day of my life. Though I can't reverse the past, I could never love her more than I do......she's amazing.
Do You Listen to What God Has to Say? As I often watch the daily news. I hear about different stories and different views. I can't help but to wonder when some complain. Anything of God, many want to "contain." Many of people's thoughts bring a concern... When it comes to God's word. They have "their backs turned." While often, they speak of "tolerance" in their living... Only what they want to believe... Is what they are giving. This isn't a picture of "doom and gloom." But a "day of reckoning" is coming so very soon! God's word... Will you choose to ignore? When he comes knocking, at your heart's door? What will you believe, when God calls your name? Will you come to him? Or simply complain? You'll be by yourself at God's judgment day. When your name is called. What will you say? God's says: "My love for you will never end." Allow his word to guide you... And to be your friend! By Jim Pemberton
Burning through quite some oil of life I remembered over what all had been, There were some moments highlighted in my mind Where loss and pain filled up the entire screen Even though the present was wonderful not fine I gave into my mind's simple little tricks, Thoughts jumped back to time when there was little money and I remembered the car that wasn't gifted when I turned six This made me sad and I just sat thinking over Why for small little things god made my mind wrestle, I had forgotten that I drove my own car now And lived with my family in a sweet little castle Refusing to lament the things that were not I remembered all the treasures with me that remain, Wondering if I really enjoyed them all this time Would there have had been any stings or pain This glorified my journey of what it was till now And that moment decided what I was going to be, My life might take me through some unplanned waters But I must thank god for whatever I see
A dream that dances in waves, and mirrors all you do So you dance, and hope that some day the song will come from you This dream is all that exists, and all you've ever known The song is picking up speed, so it's follow or fail alone A flame that flickers in sync with the shadows by your side The rain puts out the light, and causes you to hide This nightmare is all that exists, and all you've ever known But this song still hasn't stopped, and so you dance alone You cherish sand on the banks of a path winding through a storm This desert trail is all that you see; too blinding to look beyond This path is all that exists, and the only way to go Holding close the sand as you sing, just so you're not alone The sand is part of the storm that makes you close your eyes But now the wind starts to slow, and the scenery makes you cry This life is all that exists, and the only way to go The sand falls through your hands, and you carry on alone A love that blooms into being beneath the darkest skies Is a life that will venture out despite the lonely nights So scared, but so unafraid to find what you need to be Despite the fear that prevails, and tells you what to see The flames steady and still, and a shadow kneeling down The rain cleansing your heart as all your fears drown The sand creating a path, and shielding you from pain And now, with the wind at your back, you remember why you came To dream a light shining out for all the world to see To be more than you think, and beyond all that will be To create a desire to be the creators of our dreams To become the mirror of self, and reflect our unity
When stress and want are overwhelmingly unbearable, survive by learning the simple steps to happiness... why be another Onassis or Rockfeller and be burdened with anxiety? I could have been a rich guy, having studied their money trade, but would it have made me as happy as they must have been? Wealth fulfills our many wants, not our special needs... having more possesions doesn't make us any smarter or happier: life's philosophy should be, " Let's live worry-free and enjoy ourselves! "
A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light So hard to describe so hard to write Just like a life just like mine Here is mine my time to shine The colors change just like time A life goes on to hit its prime No matter what it keeps on changing Just like life keeps on arranging My story begins at age six When life was suddenly no easy fix The Kaleidoscope began to turn And its center began to churn My father left our family home He left alone to go and roam Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark Even now it's left its mark It remained unturned for about two years And the movement became quite severe My Mother moved away from home To improve her new teaching career The shades of blue came into play As most of my family had passed away My mother was strong and held my hand Even though nothing had gone as planned My family will always be in my heart Those small blue beads will play their part At that time I was almost nine I pretended that I was just fine The colors changed from blue to red I went on with almost no dread At age eleven I moved once more I moved again to the California core I spent the next year in shades of green All the kids were just too mean I went to Junior and then Senior High Then it was time to say goodbye The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting My life became very entertaining That's when I met you for the first time My hope and happiness began to climb But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me And I asked and cried my pitiful plea On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black With nothing there to change it back There are ups and downs, lights and darks With many blond moments and smart remarks My life will always be turning fast Even so I have time to look back at my past If I remember one thing it is that My life was nothing like combat But I still fought wars of my own Without them my world would still be unknown There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope It's a symbol of change and hope I like to think my life is like this So look back and reminisce Look back at your thoughts and dreams But remember nothing is as it seems The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past What was boring and what was a blast Mine shows everything you've done for me You showed me how fun life can be You made my life what it is now To this day I still wonder how Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope And giving me strength and the power to cope You made my life a beautiful rainbow You deserve more than you will ever know
I Was Invited To Church… I was invited to church to watch a video presentation. I was told this would improve my "relations." I went and watched the video that was presented. The host did a good job and was to be "commended." I thought about this video and some of the other things. I wondered, "how much value to me does this really bring?" If it was a video that I wanted, I could just buy one. Why should I come to church to just try some? I thought church was meant to be a house of prayer. Now, it seems like on one really cares? It seems like God's holy word has been "substituted." By man's way of thinking that's often "instituted." Where is the holy awesome presence of God in all of this? Is it his presence and power that we truly miss? The power of Christ can do more than "man's presentations." We need to look to Jesus, and not "man's manifestations!" Let's get rid of the videos and seminars and seek God's throne! Let's look to spend time with God. And HIM alone! Let's get back to the power of God that is very real! Not just go by "how good we may feel!" God's presence can do more in a minute of time… More than all of the theology that's in your mind! Christ rewards all who diligently seek him! It's about time that we all humbly come to him? Let's seek the Lord while he may be found! And spread the good news of Jesus all over town! By Jim Pemberton
I looked for you in fairytales and stories from my childhood; I wandered through the breezy fields because I thought I should. I hunted through the Amazon and saw amazing creatures; But answers were withheld from them, they wouldn't be my teacher. Then finally I found a spot where I thought you would live; In friendship and in family, but I could not forgive. And on occasion, I thought I found you lying in my bed; I even thought I married you, but that's a tear I shed. I gave up on the search for quite some time before that day; So angered at the people in my life that went astray. Then all at once, with just one glance, you flooded to my eyes; And though it took a minute you were hard to recognize. That's when a realization struck that I could not believe; I searched the whole world up and down, and you were here in me.
The beauty I see in things makes me so sad.... For when I find something beautiful, It may never be quite that way again. A summer day an autumn breeze a color in a sunset.... your warm hand held in mine. Why do i still hear your name.... in my head.... Faint, tired.... so tired..... almost dead. My soul still whispers to God for you without me even thinking.... So thoughtless, hopeless, longing, sadly dreaming. Unbearable....... That sweet old dream of being in your arms my frame stood secure in yours You were thin and warm and sturdy..... soft coat of yours so cozy................. Your face emanating 'happy'.... Too soon, you began to fade away...... In tears I closed my eyes and held on tight..... Oh, I couldn't bear to watch you disappear again But I felt it, all right..... Your memory.... I'll stuff in the dark of my mind in an ebony box And keep it so tightly shut.... Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood And thus my healing has begun..... But I'll still be on the run......... No love deserves to live so long... then die alone, so painfully. Never again will this soul feel so trapped--- so helpless---- and so...........free...................... sorrylittlesharky.com
why is it that most people are always seeking wealth? they will push themselves to the limit and disregard their health money can't buy true happiness, it's more of a burden than a prize yet many people are obsessed with it, but at what price? how many houses can you live in ? how many cars can you drive? how many gold chains can you wear around your neck? will your wealth keep you alive? how many credit cards and bank accounts do you really need? as humans we are great consumers and we have a condition known as greed it's funny how there are some people who don't have a lot of bucks yet they live lives of happiness, is it their destiny or is it luck? it's funny how those people who can barely get by learn to live on less and contently survive yes, we'd all like to be rich and not have to look at the price whenever we want to buy something, but what are you willing to sacrifice? when it comes down to the truth, you have to decide what is your measure is it health or is it wealth? what do you treasure? in sickness and in health in poverty and in wealth you can have all the money in this world and still have a fatal disease you can live in a trailer park and with your few possessions and be pleased you can have that great big house in the best part of town but if you're laid out on your back, where is the good in it to be found? money and wealth are just some of Satan's tools to take people away from God and make them act like fools many will lie, some will steal and others will kill for wealth but what good is all the money in the world if you ain't got your health?
my ticket leaves thursday, these 21 years here will not. the too long, you can't list rockstar memories with the guys will stay, for we are landing in LA. I know my move is needed I am leaving behind no wish for salvation for I have always found myself I move my presence to land, where the ocean and swaying trees' brings a spring to my step. this mind can adapt anywhere throw me to the dessert and I will think throw me in a cage and I will think what a gift, sometimes a dagger, others a white swan floating on a lake
' Not A Means To An End … ' 53rd Senryu Not Just A Car-Pool It Takes True-Love, To Refuel … Stubborn-Journey-Mule (Love ... Is A Two-Way Street)
W. Wondering why your here still here very near O. Obviously knowing that you still very much care N. Now is not forever so I'll hold you right here D. Diamonds meant forever then we took a dare E. Eternity is ever lasting and neither of us could be there R. Ready to silence the never ending battle that we both now share I. Interested in falling in love N. Nestled in misery of our past love and holding it dear G. Guessing at a game that the rules arn't all that clear
Have You Ever Heard A Lone Wolf's Howl … Sends Chills, Up My Spine In Memory, (Even Now) … Not Out Of Fear … That's Not What I Hear It's A Longing A Calling A Soul-Star Rising And Vocalizing A Notice … A Need A Heed of The Breed He's Lifting His Head Out Of The Dark Not Like A Bark But, Rite of Passage-Mark Thru the Air, 'Hahooooo' Zooms In Moonlight, and in Tune A Long, Mellow Note The Wolf Sung-Spoke Wolf, is Howling To Say … Same Things, We Pray … Have You Ever Heard A Lone Wolf Howl Sends Chills, Up My Spine (Even Now) ! …
With angel wings and the sound of a cooing dove, This creature flew to tree willow weeping above Feeling its presence there___a light touch to my hair; Standing in awe of its love radiating above This being sent from antiquity to me__ The calming, assuring, good guide flowing above Created an aura of his abiding love; Shining, surrounding this creature floating above Out on the porch close to stars, Heaven..Sunflower___ Is absorbed in this love forever above.
Are You Under A Cloud Of Suspicion? Do you feel you're under a "cloud of suspicion?" Despite all of your efforts and "best intentions?" Have others found you "guilty" by a word spoken? And this has left you hurt and your heart "broken?" Perhaps you've tried the best way you could. But you often feel misunderstood. You may feel "cast off." Alone and afraid… There's been many times you've cried and prayed! If you feel like your life has been "upside down." I know of someone who can turn your life around! His name is Jesus! He's done the same for me! The chains are gone. I've been set free! Any kind of "suspicions" will vanish and disappear! God's word can make HIS love so very clear! God's love and hope for you is powerful and evident! Won't you allow HIM to be your heart's "resident?" With Jesus… Through life's storms, you shall prevail! He is your best friend and will never fail! Jesus is the "antidote" in a hopeless situation! You can accept his gift of life and restoration! By Jim Pemberton
Full Moon Brimming On A Hungry Wolf Fire still burning Words are not enough Red Riding Hood, You stopped me where i stood. The basket you held, looked so good, I enticed...And you fell... In the woods... safe and sound We could not believe what we had found Me in denim... and you it lace We understood, each other so very well Full moon brimming over with light Gazing into the eyes of the other The twin to me, I did see, in You. Be careful with my heart, my love. My running shoes are unlaced for now, So lean back and enjoy the ride. Embrace all the laughter, our lives allow. rlm
a lonely vessel of timber and twine adrift a serpent of galactic black fireflies of light are the reflections of the stars sable banks smell of the wildness it hides the flicker of a flame the hiss and pop of tobacco bluish smoke rings reaching for the heavens a face cast in shadow hints at the self satisfied smile of one who knows what it is to be free if love had wings his craft would fly
my feet are bare my hair is wet fresh from the shower my comforts met best time of night relaxed, content thoughts of work gone no need to vent these calming hours before I sleep with pen in hand my thoughts run deep poetic lines from my mind flows at end of day creativity grows my feet are bare my hair is wet this is about as good as it can get
UNSUPPORTED CODE Jesus Is My Rock And Salvation! Jesus is my rock and my salvation! He brings me joy, in any situation! He is my strength and high tower! Behold his awesome love and power! He brings me comfort! When I am hurting! And speaks word of hope that are reassuring! He comes! And the darkness goes away! His glory brings hope and peace to my day! He comes! And brings words of encouragement! By his voice, he removes discouragement! He comes! Let the earth ring loud and clear! His coming is evident and so very near! He reigns! Behold his majesty and great power! He's here to take away my sin! This very hour! He's here! And desires to have fellowship with me! How I want to be with him! For all eternity! By Jim Pemberton
There is a certain darkness following your smile lines with my fingers knowing the fine teeter between joy and pain amongst five o'clock shadows and brooding always waiting there in undercurrents. I break a million smiles on your cheeks all of which reflect me with observation and adoration only to be still when your back is turned from me, pulled back by the rumble of something darker, something on the verge of internal collapse. And so you talk of my death and the shutting down you will do closing blinds, windows, eyes, heart, mind perfunctory living and saluting the world with a stiffened hand while swirls of happiness land in leaves at your feet only to be stepped on, unnoticed, and passed by. But I say to you now, as my touch warms the smile lines, You're only half way to living right. at. this moment anyway. The undercurrents must be quelled, must be compelled to quietly step back, making room for the present and the very possibility that happiness is floating in the air simply waiting to be caught and attached to smiles. For we are all the moments stored in us at random, processed and obliterated into memory cells to be hauled to the surface of our faces and brought to life by the purity of expression, held by smiles and eye twinkles in remembrance... I say this out loud to the reflection in the mirror on the verge of a cracked expression, fingers softly resting on this face, on the verge of realizing it is my own in the making and breaking, daily.
A hidden world, like a heart's inner word it cannot be seen, nor can it be heard everyday of your life, it exists you try to resist, but it persists Just as thoughts control one's mind so too, the will power where one can find a way to cope, or at least to unwind from troubles and fears that do so bind Fear restricts freedom, your mind to explore it is forcing your happiness into a detour left is desire to find this calm, and be content better than suffering, with fear to vent There is no escape, you feel like your bait only time now stands, between you and your fate no respite, whatever you might endeavor to do knowing those worries, nevertheless, will continue It plagues your mind, and plagues your soul hearing inner voices saying, "I told you so" so once again, withdrawing from that chase retreating yourself, to your secret hiding place That place of comfort, and place of security a location guaranteeing you, your obscurity time has taught you, you have fine tuned this is your way, to heal your own wound Overcoming fear is the only way it requires patience to wait that day thinking you can rely, to yourself do you obey but with time, once again you do go astray To regain control, of your inner world of fears you need a friend, with whom to share those tears someone who has been tested, someone to confide allowing you to open up, and to no longer hide A friend who listens, allowing you to mend on a special someone, whom you've come to depend that beautiful soul, she alone with her tears knows that secret, to remove those fears Your friend for the duration, till the very end she is not into gossip, nor does she pretend a bosom soul mate, destroying your world of fears giving you a listening ear, and her heart that cares
Baby grey eyes, full of strength. Did not simmer the whole 40 but born with the strength as if they had. No memories of loved ones' to help with the fight. No memories of frolicking with siblings' to help ease the long hours. Constant ding of bells, digital screens monitor all they can sense except what's buried inside. Hands assisting in every aspect of life as they know it. Just the long days and countless hours of the love of strangers to help. Parents aid with gentle touches and snuggles try to help their life's love learn faster than any babe should. The angel hands poke and fuss day and night trying to help the baby grey blossom into Blues' or greens or browns and full of the fascination The true image of faith is an N.I.C.U or P.I.C.U baby fighting everyday for a world they know nothing about. They do not know of the Sun, not of the Moon or the Ocean or the Sky. Inside these wonderful babes is a lesson the world has not spoiled yet. Inside these Children is the purest most unspoiled example of faith, more than most of us will ever remember having. They do not know why they struggle, but somehow I can't help but think they know, they understand. The fight comes from inside today, tomorrow and all days after. The fight driven by a word they do not yet know. The word is not so important and almost meaningless when you see it before your eyes. What is it you see when you look into the Baby grey eyes of these lil troopers and troopettes One word faith.
Your beauty is so soft like the clouds aloft or the pillows that lay atop our bed. This is where you share your soul with me Those burning desires fed. The pleasure, Is in way you love me. The way you talk, and interact In social fair. Fixed with poise and class. I'm always glad you're there. You fill those conversational gaps, and that complements me so well. Because, my mind is quick to lose track when conversations go stale. I think your goodness, and earthy nature was well cast at the hands of the unfathomable. It seems they have taken every precaution imaginable. And I'm left with the understanding there must be a higher power. Matching you and me, their finest hour.
My friend thought after getting married, his "satisfaction" was solved! His wife had no idea how deeply he was involved. On their wedding day, she was a beauty to be seen. She was the twinkle in his eye, his partner—his everything. The lust he craved, she alone could not satisfy. As other women caught his wandering eye. As time went on, he'd make excuses in my mind. "I'll make up with my wife." "Not now." "Some other time..." Adultery was something he swore he'd never do! He promised "to always be faithful and true." One day he allowed his guard to fall down. Then his whole life "came crashing down." The guilt he bore was difficult to explain. He'd feel guilty at the mention of my wife's name. One day she found him in a compromising situation. He tried to give her some kind of an explanation. She said she'd stay with him ... if he'd give up his lustful deeds. "Repent to Jesus," she said, "He'll meet all of your needs." To Jesus, and her, he confessed and asked for forgiveness. In Jesus, he found true joy, love and happiness. As he looks back and think about how he lived. He's thankful to Jesus! Who's willing to forgive! He alone has brought true satisfaction to his soul. And is with him now! Wherever he goes! By Jim Pemberton
The Shamans gather to discuss the oblivious reason Dispel cruelty as fate opens for our unorthodox legion Conformity's blue armies will try to trap you and me in Destroy notions preconceived, let the celebration begin The mind is confused on what info it should reject It is lost when it sees truth it cannot possibly accept Parallel to common belief, pompous power is not Respect I have invisible plans the materialists cannot ever detect A different death, of new hope Soaring as Shamans cut the rope …but some won't It is normal to be abnormal Self discovery is not formal …but love is not either Lamenting and hoping soliloquy This is the way it was supposed to be …but it is Patience in expediting time Supposed to waste away for a dime …but I won't Smooth, silky opaque clouds I have seen though the shadowed shrouds …but I will still depart with the Shamans The Spirit Realm Lost in inevitable time Drifting through superfluous mind Coasting on sporadic rhymes Losing grip on human kind Searching in jungles of lies Venom vines cannot unwind Oxygen floats in pink skies Wiggling under ties that bind Worldly thought in powerfully small significant action In the end, there are no nations and there is no faction There is only the physical, mental, and spiritual reaction Contently acquiesce to predetermination's satisfaction The pelicans told me how to dance on water Mother's dying nature from a materialistic daughter Patriarchs are nonexistent in the time of our Father Unwritten governing connections from unknown author They eternalized eternity in what they wrote The variables of grounded state and Shamans who float The differences between independent thought and rote Hidden is Peace in this experimental Earth piece Except in the internally spiritual enlightened keys Existence in the persistence of beginnings and endings Continuous coincidence shows we are not alone fending Disruptive objectives exemplify perceived reality is bending Only you choose spiritual contentment in moments you're spending I quest to become a Great Shaman of Spirituality Gather my children and listen to the winds of actuality Optimistic spirits show how to make a boorish world sublime The gradual success journeys through our mystics in beautific time Obliterate the materialistic, conformist cause of hesitant follow through Us and the Shamans will do everything; it is of yet if this includes you
Without you, worn down, weary, staggering into tomorrow, dissolving my todays, grim, dreary, I crawl, slipping out of my skin, flinging laughter, joy, contentment, into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin. Without you
Those Distant African Nights... 1. The shadows swayed in your candlelit room, a cool breeze teasing your bare back, streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night, as my hands stroked your hair, kissing your soft mouth, holding you, ever so tight. 2. You whispered that you loved me, and I kept silent, the rain fell, shadows danced, thunder rolled, the breeze teased your naked back, you whispered that you loved me, as my lips found yours, the rain washed over our tender nights, lightning and candlelight, etching poems on your burnished skin, yet, a fear gnawed at me, deep within. 3. We parted ways, and you could never forgive me, you said, now, after numberless thunderstorms, the rain that falls, echo the countless tears that I have shed. 4. You are long gone, far away, happy, I pray, yet the memories persist, those precious moments shall never, ever, like the Jo'burg rains, trickle away, and I wish you well, for loving me as you did, for it was I who was not worthy, then, and it is I who is not worthy, now... 5. You were always true, it was I who always, always, refused to, to give myself, completely to you.
What God's done for me… Is hard to explain it. When it comes to his love… I can't "contain it!" The love he brings and the peace untold… Is very precious. And worth more than gold! Without him in my life… What would I do? He brings new meaning to the words; "I LOVE YOU!" Just to know him and the beauty there is in his name… He brings to me comfort and joy... This is why he came! I'll accept his gift of eternal life today! And allow his presence to brighten my day! A relationship with him is his divine will… To the storms of my life… He speaks; "peace be still!" As I allow him to make my life complete within… A beautiful relationship with him begins! He is my God! My provider! And so much more! He's here right now. What am I waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton
Whispers all around me, but I don't see a soul Feelings of dread and regret consumes my being Is there some dark spirit around that I'm not seeing? Maybe I'm crazy, but am I the one who's supposed to be playing this role? Dreaming this reality up, yet it seems so real Lucidity is ever so fluent; smooth as can be Pretend time becoming a concrete fantasy Regardless of where I end up, this is surreal They say the white light is prevalent, but I disagree A multitude of shapes and colors are profuse With all of this around me, how could I not exist? Reality is what you make it, I still am the real me Time to make new and to really let loose Haunting the past will be tough to resist
The Preaching of the Gospel Is An Offense! Scripture says the preaching of the gospel, is an offense to the lost. Christ' followers should share HIS news! No matter the cost! It seems like many in church are walking in a spirit of fear. Many would just rather live a life that's "happy and secure." "Why tell others of God's salvation?" This may offend! Why, it may even cost them to lose one of their "friends!" Many don't know enough of God's word to share to another. They have a hard enough time loving their sister or brother! God help us! For the many who Who claim to be Christ' believers! Many have listened to the lies of the great deceiver! Rather than being the person to preach the gospel this hour… Many don't seek the Lord's wisdom, strength or power! Ball games seem to have replaced a need for prayer… Why witness to the lost? Is there anyone who cares? It's no wonder why we live in a confused generation. As many families don't have Jesus as their foundation! The gospel of Jesus Christ is the best news around! It needs to be spread to every city, village and town! May we all be stirred to preach the good news today! And be stirred with the words that Christ has to say! Whosoever will, come and drink of the life he gives! And live by HIS gospel! Each day that we live! By Jim Pemberton 09/18/13
Today I am the changed… Today this life completely rearranged… Today I pulled myself from a toxic soup… Today I became conscious of the mind numbing loop… Today I shredded this egocentric noose… Today I realized being absent from fear, I am greater than Zeus… Today I sipped the energizing source juice… Today I professed so long anxiety elixir, found is the truth serum to awakening quicker… Today I discovered my inner sword of light… Today I found unwavering will holds high authority might… Today I heard an adulation voice say, "Just be one with blithe"
Lightening all you have betrayed Enlighten the darkness in your brain Illuminate all you can perceive From contamination to disease The voices of hunger will remain Seeking the power to obtain A grip on the things that scare you most To weaken your spirit; to be host In times of wanting, and in greed Your first reaction was to feed Hammering fear in to your heart Causing your senses to depart Strength over others comes from fear Igniting the wars that keep it near A shadow that sneaks in to your soul From birth until death you are its goal Exercise consciousness and thought Look beyond everything you're taught Analyse selfhood and reveal The bravest ambition is to feel Forgiving the people that betrayed Knowing their darkness and their pain Become the light you need to see Feel it in all those you set free
The Things In Life That Really Matter… Beyond the daily business and all of it's "chatter." Have you thought about the things that really matter? Would your answer be the family, money, or fame? Or would it be something that you can't name? I often hear talk of living "the American dream." But there's many people that don't have anything! There are those who do well. Others do not. Many live for today without a second thought. Those things we hold as important can disappear. We can quickly lose what we hold so dear. The most important thing that needs to be known. You need to make Christ the Lord of your home! Jesus Christ and his love is a treasure to hold! What he gives is more valuable than the purest gold! Christ and his word is what we need to build on! He alone is the only one you can truly depend on! As you "prioritize" things... Please take a moment. Think about Christ love! And his atonement! Think about what Christ offers to you instead. Think about where you'll be after you're dead! Jesus Christ always will be the one for me and you! What matters the most is Jesus. That's true! By Jim Pemberton
What's Done In Secret… Will Come Out In The Open! I've read God's word, and it's clearly spoken… What's done in secret… Will come out in the open! I've been guilty of this, too many times! I never thought of it, to really be a "crime?" "Nobody's watching" was the thought pondered… As my mind began to "explore and wander." It didn't take long for my life to go "off course." By a powerful wind of temptation's force! No matter how many times I took time to pray… This "secret" held on, and wouldn't go away! I went to church on Sunday and prayed and cried. This "secret" remained, no matter how hard I tried! God told me, I was to give up what surrounded me! This was hard to do, but God was there to help me! Many things I thought I needed, to give me pleasure… Didn't fulfill the love that God gave! An eternal treasure! As each day passes on… I want to humbly confess… I'm giving my life to God! He'll take care of the rest! May the Lord Jesus stir a deep passion within… May it be my desire to be more like HIM! God is the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow! I've no secrets with him! No more shame or sorrow! Jesus is the Lord of lords! And the King of kings! He's my lord and savior! My everything! By Jim Pemberton
God Gives the Strength I Need! God gives me strength, through his wonderful joy! As his word in my life, I daily employ. His love brings sweetness, to my very soul! And gives my comfort! Wherever I go! His love brings contentment, this world could never give! It sustains me every day that I live! In HIM, I'll take delight! For he is with me, each day and night! From everything evil, may I daily abstain… And live in the power of Jesus' name! In Jesus, my life is complete! As I leave every burden at his feet. Over the trials of life… I'll rise above! Resting in God's strength, and his love! By Jim Pemberton
Someone recently asked me; "how are you?" I said, "fine." But this person never knew. I wasn't doing fine… Not one single chance. He didn't know my life's circumstance… Little did he know of the many problems inside. For so long, this was something I wanted to hide! I've had so many problems and struggles within. I don't know where to start. Or where to begin! I once thought I had "the whole world by the tail." Now, no matter what I tried … I simply failed! My job and family began to disappear all around me! The emptiness and loneliness seemed to surround me! It's hard to put it into words. And difficult to explain.. It seems like tomorrow, it will all be the same! I come to YOU Jesus! I have no one else to turn to! I ask for your help now! I disparately need you! You know my problems, and sins of the past... Will you love and have mercy on me? Is what I ask! I'm thankful to you Jesus! And the peace you bring! I give to you my whole life, and everything! I could never fool you! You know me inside and out! I know now, that you are what true life is all about! I want to invite you in! As my lord and guest.. I know you'll take care of me, and clean up "the mess." You're the only one I can trust in my darkest hour! My life shall be changed! by your blood cleansing power! By Jim Pemberton
It's one of those moments, the guy in you grabs the micro starts talking on and on; mine is often sarcastic, from high school to career, spinning around the questions starting with why, no escape from responding. It's like life itself, which is always to blame; and which you can not do away with. In that moment you go through a mental trance. Next, a piece of music wakes you from your journey. It does not matter who it is, be it Ravel, Brahms or,Rachmaninoff; But, mostly it's Pachelbel knocking at my door. in that moment, lightnings thud in my world, just as my internal lights are dead blind. The dried, barren soil kisses the wild stream through cracked lips, A mom presses her toddler into her chest, that moment, life leaps into joy stripped of mournful sorrow. It feels like seeing the smile on the kid's face who made her first step; it feels like being picked up by the Baroque tune in "Canon In D". To some others, it feels like waking up to Miles Davis. People keep pouring through the streets, no matter what happened last night; it's like life itself,which is always to blame and which you can not do away with. Next, my eyes get blurry they see the loved one behind the foggy hills of my mind. it feels like covering her naked body with blanket, shielding off the morning breeze slipping through our ajar window as bed sheets smells of our sweat of bliss. That moment, it feels like sensing life running through your veins. So, you show interest in these verses partnering with me in that moment don't be intimidated with sharing it It feels like being a single body, united with all of our good deeds and sins. Afar, The Sun sends her last rays down the snow capped mountains of my heart that moment, my ears are cozily stuck with the arias of Andrea Bocelli, warm and gripping it feels like my dad's still alive and smiling
The True Meaning of Christmas During this Christmas, let's celebrate Christ' birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn't have to be a "stranger." Won't you spend some time and reflect on Christmas' true meaning? It's in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It's only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton
Do You Appreciate What God Has Given? Think about the days you've been livin.' Do you appreciate what God has given? He's give to us all a beautiful earth! And provided the opportunity for your birth! He sent his only son who bled and died! His life for yours, the day he was crucified! He has even given to you, his Holy Spirit! An everlasting life with him, he freely gives it! He's given to you, his word, so you can read it! Whether you want to or not. You need it! What more could one ask of a God who's kind? His faithfulness has stood the test of time! Won't you accept the fact, that he loves you? He offers eternal salvation, because he wants to! Won't you come to him with an appreciation? And receive his mercy, love and redemption? You'll be thankful and grateful to know… That day you allowed God to make you whole! By Jim Pemberton
Walked six years, that way, And watched this new suburb's trend. Near Mysore Highway, Close to Bengaluru's end. Three storeys tall, stood, This awesome tree-spread, so pretty. Blue blossoms, good wood, Half acre's canopy. 'Neath with sun-warmings, Faded blue a carpet rose. Of fallen, dried awnings, Nature's cycle, as it goes. Hanging Traffic Lights, Often, brushed by its branches. Red light, hid from sights, Officials, took no chances. The machinery, Was then set into motion. People versus tree, Few friends, one odd emotion. The huge saws came in, Chopping through, the whole, big tree, Adding noise and din, Workmen yelled, 'Timber!' in glee. The earthmovers filled, The gaping hole with rubble. The tree was thus killed, At great cost and much trouble. The decorators, Carted leaves to weddings halls. Such deft creators, Blooms to florists' stalls. The carpet-pile, twigs and chips, All collected, swept, Offals for funeral trips, Departed unwept. Their nests and hives gone, The birds and the bees hovered, Twittered , buzzed, flew on, Their losses unrecovered. The tree's life on earth, Cut short, for sale by auction. Fetched a pittance's worth, The wood went for a fraction. Traffic lights are safe now, No mix-up of colour red. Strange.. Green light, some how, Blinks. Reminder of the dead. Jacaranda tree, God dressed your kind soul in wood. You would have lived free, You would have, lived, If you could. Note: Offals: (OE for small twigs, straws etc used for lighting fire) Please Note:this poem (my original) is already entered in with Voices.net.com earlier...and i hope there is no objections to entering it here.
A Chipped Heart... Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass, my solitary facade a pitiful farce, shards tearing out of my skin, seeking release, from cages within, I am lost, in the dream, bellowing out a silent scream, torn from reality, drowning in the now, yet I refuse, I refuse to succumb, I refuse to bow. My chipped heart, may be wounded, wreathed in pain, still, I believe, love, truth, belonging, will take my hand, again...
they tend to ebb and flow like driftwood my emotions joy, tears, cry and smile~~
does a rich man sink with his fellow citizens when his native land sinks, OR does he move to a more promising country with his abundance? fellow citizens, rich men find worthy ground for their wealthiness
The Glory Of Jesus Is Very Real! The glory of Jesus is very real! Behold the lord God of Israel! The wonders of Jesus can be seen! It was he that created everything! The awesomeness of Jesus is evident. By his spirit and the power of his presence! The light of this world is in Christ alone! His life for ours, is what he did atone! The words of Jesus can set you free! What he can do for you, he can do for me! Now is the day of salvation! This is the time! This is offered to all of mankind! The glory of Jesus can bless you today! Please come now, with no delay! Allow the presence of Jesus to strengthen you! He's here right now! And wants to help you! By Jim Pemberton
A Chance Meeting A mischievous smile And daring eyes We met in the prime Of our intricate lives A gentle, touching caress Inflamed our needs and desires A complex, intrepid dance Our hearts devised Both afraid to surrender our hearts Tripping on our past endeavors We dared to love without restraint Only to be caught in our own constraints And so, we parted that night With a hollow promise of future delight Both living our lives apart As we have, lonely, from the start Regretting nothing for taking a chance Our lives & souls truly enhanced. rlm 08/21/08
God calms the raging waters and stormy seas. He replaces life's storms with a "gentle breeze." He brings stability and speaks; "peace be still!" This is his purpose for you! And his will! He brings victory to the battles within… And takes away eve the darkest of sins! He is what you need! This very hour! He can do all this for you! He has the power! He is our refuge… A present help in trouble! Though the oceans shake and mountain rumble! Why not steer into his harbor of safety, during this time? You'll find he's patient, understanding and kind! He's is calling you now... And knocks at your door. What In the world… Are you waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton
This is the story of 'the twitch'. We have all had it: That bit of movement before we sleep. We have been awakened by it when we were younger. . . it threw our arm out to catch us before we fell out of bed. It was even younger than that for us. It was sometimes confused with a kick -- from our mothers' tummies to the swaddle of blanket. As we grew, the arm no longer flew. . . and thus. . . 'the twitch'. It is thought that we started with a parting of the energy that mathematicians make Einsteins of, or, sounds of the aria that Mozart'd into our echoes of the day -- a marriage of concept and conceptual. It took us through the outreach of awkward doubt. . . brought us 'round the curve of nerve for monkey bars toward the first dance; drew blood in our mouths before we got the first punch – given/taken. The part of 'the twitch' that is worthy of noting now is that it has never wanted to be caught: It wanted more than nothing to be left alone – perhaps; conceived that it would be an occasion for cause. . . effect – the drive our parents tried to delay with Dr. Seuss and Disney books. A teenage indifference took us away from it. We all fall asleep. . . as we've always done. The story of 'the twitch' begins at the thumb; carries on. . . for the course of fingers it touched. Brings us a little closer to the edge of our beds.
Too Many Churches Are Becoming Political… Have you noticed? This may seem to be "heretical." As more churches are becoming too "political" What in the world are churches doing "for heaven's sake." Do many in churches think about what's at stake? We're to be the body of Christ with fellow believers. Have we become like the "doormat sweepers?" Rather than making Godly decisions and choices. Too many in church listen to "outside voices." The politics of the day seem to "sweep the moment." Godly principles often take a "postponement." When churches govern by man's "set of rules." The building has then become "a bunch of fools!" Christ is coming for a church "washed in the blood of the lamb." The importance of Godly living… Many don't understand! A message of holiness and repentance need to be heard! A deep passion and love for Christ is seldom stirred! As many seek after their own doctrine and denomination... Much of what's happening has become an abomination! It's time to wake up and be filled with God's awesome power! Christ could come now! This could be the hour! It's time for Churches to be a Godly influence! Taking a stand for God's word and making a difference! "Unless the lord builds the house… They labor in vain that build it." Christ must be the foundation! His presence must completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton
You whispered in my ear, a breathy secret, hushed. "I love you", you murmured. I said nothing, lost, in your arms, I found a home. At last. "I love you", you said, I said nothing, lost in my thoughts, I found peace. At last. "I love you", you said, words failed me then. They still do.
At the top of this mountain My heart pounding Aware of all i possess Once upon a time in vacancy land, I close this book, It's last words read, The power, I watch as the waves spread Layering over the crowd Suffocating us all within unity The ground shakes As i lye here Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin Sand sinking further in my back Golden braids blend with the light The grass reveals orange Illuminiscent beauty, A land once vacant, Now taken over by the power of sound The waves descend, Ascending farther past this plain Clouds breathing Whispering echoes heard from this surface Over and over, Once again, We are counting on this feel We are losing the hours into the night The full moon beams patterns Never seen before, Only to be cherished for this night This moment in reality, A body of vibrations With ties so loosely, Woven in and out of structures Between the buried and me, We remain threads of certainty, In this moment, Dependent on one another, Through the body of the greater The body of the ocean, Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity To accomodate the loss some of us have never found I watch as stars fall on my face Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before Rising to greet the occassion, The waves pick me up and guide me through the music
Oh man! Going in a golden palanquin Ever thought, what is going on in those minds? Of those, who are bearing your burden? And those hundreds following your path, blind Why they ignore their aching shoulders, and Laugh at your irritating ill-humor? Look! Their sights are on your amassed lucre Yet, afraid of the power-snake on guard When that vile serpent slips into the grass They ground you and flee with your fortune And don't dither to laugh at your traipse This time loudmouthed, with obscene lampoon Thus passes easily, your ill-gotten buck To another waiting ill-minded crook!! Fancy vehicles of vicissitudes Vanish like smoke, when blow more knavish winds!!! Come on! Join our clan of pedestrians I have just seven friends; no slaves, to claim When I fall in my walk, they raise me anon When I bow they bless; when I rile they tame They share my tears and triumph; dream and feel With spirit, unconditional and earnest Giving me grit, morale and might to battle Against the fetters, this life puts me to test When dead, on that fateful date, I'm sure They take me, over their shoulders, with honor Tenderly, not to hurt my both remains, with care And affably reach me safe, those heaven's doors (Seven friends stand for seven virtues, viz. faith, hope, charity, justice, prudence, temperance and fortitude)
I saw you today On this day I feel new No longer blue, or sad or any of those emotions I sometimes have There was some forgiveness, in your voice Those words danced on the lobes of my ears I was quiet too the moment absorbing Then the tears You said, I believe you
Spring's gone, Summer days, Autumns hues of crimson and gold, will soon replace. Silently, I gaze from secret place Consumed by memories Of happiness shared of you and me, Snowy days spent by the fire Entangled souls seemingly We beat the odds with evenness Blissfully… In this present moment, a longing touch rises within Where giddy hearts still afire Passionately so… In an instant, It begins to rain within, I sigh, you sigh -- We Breathe…
Dreams lost in lack of sense A lack of knowing where it went Into the maelstrom; loss of sight Machinery that stole your light Fumbling through quiet noise Mimicry evading choice Everything within your grasp When you don't see beyond your clasp Stubborn nightmares leaking through The water rising lets you choose Standing tall when you can't sit Your prison granting this privilege Conscious reason comes to aid Escaping from this shallow grave The first revival, so alone The sun revealing the dark unknown Many paths, all are one Soon to shape the dark beyond And through the journey you will find You were guided by your own designs Experience is breathing through Sharing truth to let us choose A wakeful state to gain insight Accept that pain can strengthen light
The True Meaning of Christmas! During this Christmas, let's celebrate Christ' birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn't have to be a "stranger." Won't you spend some time and reflect on Christmas' true meaning? It's in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It's only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton
clearly looking through the fog i see it clearly i picture the image of me walking tall confident swaying my hips and licking my lips tempting myself to look forward Squarely my eyes become one with me slipping me the eye of approval checking my view enjoying the sight of might stomping out that ego... all feminine pure estrogen hmmm...looky looky looky here... :-)
I cry every night but I don't know why. I wait for my husband in solitude until I hear the doorbell ring. It's my husband! I guess we'll have a bite or two. I open the door and it isn't him. I start to cry but I don't know why. I've done my fair share of crying but as my friend puts her arm around me, I start to shiver and weep even more. My daughter my daughter! I want my daughter back. It's been too long. She couldn't even see her little brother graduate from eighth grade. My daughter. My poor daughter can't even see her kids. My beautiful grandchildren may never see my mother's radiant face. I can still hear her, " Honey, don't be afraid but I may die before too long."
May Day, acid and the National Guard You tell it so well, you tell it so hard The dream, the trip and peace rallies you stress We've heard them before selling war stories for less Rinding in cars and running in the street Locked behind bars, afraid of defeat The dream , the trip and peace rallies you stress We'ver heard them before selling war stories for less You've fallen, get up and get out of here Why risk being buried by the past many years It's time for a change in you 'Little Boy,' Pack up your bags, throw out your old toys Why chance looking back when you're so far ahead Go hang-up your hang-ups, awaken the dead For the dream, the trip, and peace rallies you stress All gone today and, people can care less The Dream, the Trip and Peace Rallies you stress Could have helped saved the world but our youth failed the test.
Let's Slide Down the Milky Way <\center>I slid down the Milky Way Through billowing clouds and twinkling stars Played with moonbeams in a galaxy so far away What do you have to say? Let me tell you about that night The joy of my flight Do resist the urge to fight Let's slide down the Milky Way My spirit was free I was looking to make a new discovery A lovely fairy stood next to me We will travel to a place of peace and equality This is the way life should be And what happened next I will never understand I was standing in a distant land I didn't even know I had left Earth you see It was real you see, At least it was real to me A child handed me a moonbeam and a star, <\e,>Let's slide down the Milky Way. Do you want to play?<\em> This was hard for me to do, They kept begging me to play Finally my inhibitions gave way We played all through the night, 'Neath the bright moonlight All too soon the sun was bright Tonight, you can share my fantasy If you do not take the chance You may never learn to dance If you have no imagination, You will never know jubilation Words are not always true It depends upon your point of view Let's slide down the Milky Way<\center>
Someone to hold, is that not really your true desire seeing the title of this poem, you came to inquire subconsciously you need to have, an outlet to deal emptiness confines you, refusing to accept it's real Closing your eyes, and trying to do your very best hoping to get a handle, on the level of your stress but your attempts fail, forcing you to admit defeat loneliness and depression, pounding your heartbeat You speak with your friend, in whom you trust seeing you're desperate, she's coming she must a half hour passes, standing now by your side crying to her your woes, with nothing to hide Your chance for true love, how you felt it so close naivety and desperation, you took a double dose now he is gone, these days seem to pass as years a heart so crushed, yielding her flow of wet tears What you are left with, a pain so endlessly deep there is no escape, but counting sheep in your sleep while you paid a price that was ever so steep realizing your only friend is the hope you keep Tomorrow will yet burn with a special, warm light new hope will bring with it a chance to make right happiness will yet reign, banning sadness out of sight that someone special, forever to hold you tight A loving look, accompanying that warm embrace a way into his heart, finally finding your true place bound with a oneness that only loving hearts could feel no longer asking, because you know, you just know it's real
It comes almost as quickly as it goes. But I know that if you feed it, it grows. It is a brilliant spark. A flash of light in the dark. Nothing that I can see, touch, or hear. Perhaps it has always been there. Waiting to be brought into the light. Waiting for wings to take flight... Ready and ripe, to be cultivated. Just willing to be motivated. There waiting for me to breathe the life into it. Prepared and ready inside of my own intuit. Calling it to life, setting it into motion. Created from a spark of my emotion. Molded by my own creation. Brought to life out of my imagination. Blossoming is the seed I have sown, Now it takes on a life of its own, And it burns with light from my fire, To go forth into the wide world and inspire. Sarah Comstock 12/12/10
Black spots and Polka dots; Are flouncing in the sky. Hopping; dropping; dancing; prancing; cavorting way up high. Whirling; twirling; Spinning; grinning Swaying in the air. Moving; shaking; dipping; braking; Floating without a care. What you say, is this you see? I don't know, you tell me
When I sleep soul tea begins to steep… When I sleep growth from my hearts love we reap… When I sleep angels send me gently floating through the white tunnel... When I sleep united mind love making creates one wise and kind... When I sleep my goodness shares my treasure maps path… When I sleep universal communication toward divine supremacy is in my dream… When I sleep my body rests and my vibration strengthens…
Love who you are; You are a shooting star. Shining high above the sky, Your heart reaches out so far!
congressmen claim they're working for our happiness while we crave for JOBS!
God works in mysterious ways. Take the world day by day, Live free to the change, Never be afraid to pray, And smile everyday!
God Is Our Refuge (In The Time Of Trouble) God is our refuge and strength, in a time of trouble. He's there to pick me up... when I fall and stumble. I will not fear, though the whole earth be shaken. And the mountains be thrown into the ocean's deep basin. Though the waters roar, and the trees shake with fear; I am never alone.... for God is always near.. There is a river, whose streams bring forth gladness. God is in it's midst and brings true happiness. Let the heathen rage... and the whole earth melt too. The Lord of hosts is with us, and shall protect YOU! Behold his works... and see what he has made. He has caused wars to cease... & destroyed weapons displayed. Be still... He is God and is exalted to glory up on high. He is our protector. He is El-Shadaii! The Lord of hosts is with us... all of heaven does proclam. The awesome power and glory there is... in HIS majestic name! By Jim Pemberton Psalm Ch. 46
She She smiled, gently, her warmth infusing me, with a serene stillness of time. She settled, slowly, in my waking thoughts, a soothing balm of simple joy. She remains, scribbled, on the walls of my fractured heart, memories of happiness that once breathed...
It Cost Something To Follow Christ! When Christ chose to die for us on the cross. He knew what it meant. He knew what it cost. When I chose to give my life 100% to him. I knew that a new journey was about to begin. It cost something to follow Jesus. It really does! It begins to happen when we give him our love! It cost giving up a life that I was living before! It meant giving up many "pleasures" and much more! It cost some of my friends, and many bad habits! A new life in Christ... I want to have it! Whatever it may have cost… I count all I've gained! I've discovered the beauty there is in Jesus' name! I've found a new way of living that I never had. I'm rejoicing in knowing Christ! I am so glad! The tempter often comes and reminds me of my past. I remind him that I have a life in Jesus that will always last! I'm not perfect. I still have a long way to go! But I have a peace and satisfaction within my soul! I'm grateful to Christ. Words cannot fully express. With him in my life. I am so blessed! Whatever I lost. Whatever the cost. I count it all joy! The principles of God's word is what I seek to employ! God is my shining light and is always around me! I am so glad I know him and that he found me! By Jim Pemberton
I wanna be the dog, I don't bark I just bite, I am the sin of delight, I am the loser that fights. I wanna be the bird, flying over the dead, dropping crap like raindrops pouring down on your head. I wanna be the bee, the bee that stings, I am the smallest of parts, I am the whole of all things. I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird. I wanna be the dirt, the filth of the earth, the leaves of grass, let me know what I'm worth. I wanna be the stench, of the rotting flesh, I am annointed, I'm chosen, I shall bless and possess. I wanna be the rule, you would die to abide, I am the the dark, the impulse, the places you hide. I wanna be the present, that lives in the past, I am living to learn, I am living to fast. I wanna be.
I do not know what tomorrow will bring But today, oh today, just let us sing Songs of life and all its creative potential We are spirits born of something truly transcendental In the world, not as one, together we all live We feel the pain, we feel the joy; we take and we give Some are bad, some are worse, but we share the same soul To see past form, the transparency of life, some strive for this goal We are alive, not then and there, but here and now But perception blinds us; only seeing what it will allow We have so much more locked deep inside We mustn't be afraid, we have nothing to hide For all hopes and sins are shared; part of the human condition If we do not strive to grow, we will fight a war of endless attrition Arrested development; so much potential gone unnoticed We live in our habits and regret moments missed If we go inside and nurture that strength We can be calm in the storm, no matter the length Discover what brings this out of you Because it's through action that makes this true
Do you know who I am? Am I, real or a scam? Can anyone really know? Since we all go, to and fro. Who is it next to you? Are they, fake or true? Who or what to make choice? Speak up, you have a voice, Do you know who you are? Do you live, with any scar?
Father, Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be. I am the product of myself and my negativity. I trust You. I love You. I thank You. In Your name, We pray, Amen.
Who Can You Really Trust? During these days of stress and uncertainty. Many people are looking for a security. There's a lot of families that feel forsaken. Many things they hold as precious, have been taken. Many lives end in suicide after much despair. Often wondering if there's anyone who cares.. Many trust the government. Wherever it leads. Trusting someone to come and meet their needs. Those whom we count on as being our friend. Will often "let us down," in the end! Things and people that we have given our trust. Have often left us behind, in the dust. There's someone you can trust and count on! His name is Jesus! He's one that you can depend on! He's more secure than the gold at Fort Knox! He waits at your heart's door and patiently knocks. Won't you invite him in? And begin to trust him? Won't you give him your heart ? And love him? He's 100% faithful and steadfast and secure. His living water is one hundred percent pure! He is what you need. And so much more! He is what your life was really meant for! Trusting God can be yours and mine! Won't you trust him? While there's still time? By Jim Pemberton
Through The Trials And Valleys… I've been through trials and difficult situations. Many times it happens with no explanations! Whatever I've had or have taken with me. I've been there when everyone has left me! The uncertainties I've had and struggles I face. Have brought me to my knees in a "quiet" place. The journeys I've traveled and the storms ahead. Have brought worry and stress in the words I said. Whatever trials I've faced... To Jesus I cried! A comfort and strength . He did provide! I know a truth that is important and most certain. Jesus can take away any hardship or burden! If there were no trials... How could I trust him? Because of what he's done How I love him! If I had no hardships or trials, I'd probably "forget him." Giving him my whole life? I don't think I'd let him! But he's proven to me just how much he loves me! He reached down from heaven and touched me! He's my comfort and joy and enduring friend! He'll be there with me… Till the very end! This Jesus I know. I recommend him to you! He is God! Our provider! This is so true! Won't you give him a chance in your life today! He can bring hope and take all of the dark clouds away! By Jim Pemberton
I walked beneath the Iguana tree Along a cobbled road Taking in the surroundings In this land of Mexico Here life has a rhythm No one seems in a rush Yet they get where they're going While I continue on my walk I try to match their pace Yet I feel I'm out of step I worry about tomorrow All the worries in my head They seem to move so slowly Yet they are quick with a smile This is the land of mañana Still they work each day to get by I think they have so little There is a flaw in how I see For them family is the answer Or praying on bended knee Simple pleasures and laughter Living day by day Instead of rushing through our lives We should learn from the Mexican way I learn a small yet large lesson By stopping long enough to see A different way of living In sleepy Bucarrias by the Sea
With the best of intentions and a heart of grace… Christ died on a cross! He took our place! With the best of heaven close by his side… Christ opened the door to heaven ever so wide! With the best love that anyone could bring… He took away our sin and "erased" everything! With the best that his father could bring from above. It was his gifts of mercy, grace and love! With the "best" man could offer, he would still "fall short." God brought the gift of salvation, down into our "court." With hearts filled with wickedness and so much sin… Through Christ' shed blood... We can be made "born again!" With each day we have... Christ is always here! His commitment to us is everlasting and secure! With every moment of the day we have before us… May we spend time with God… He's always with us! With what God has given to you…. Won't you come to him? Through his son Jesus, your heavenly journey begins! "I LOVE YOU!" Are the words God has written! This can be the day your changed and forgiven! By Jim Pemberton
knobby-knee'd, toes that stop bend and pick up penny, marble, rock outside chalk on concrete, begging, for me to turn around for one more try
Rekindled Sunken, rekindled; redefined Remind me of something, before I find It's always a cycle, in my pain Began at nothing, begin again Over my nightmares, through these walls Within the ashes I am called One more commandment I must write Within the plague of my respite Broken recordings stuck on pause Of all that's around me and who I was The silence refracting this damaged mind Reflections are choosing my design Seething within me, in every breath An understanding of what is left And through this knowledge comes lost things I now feel the silence that you sing Suddenly nothing becomes what's right Witnessing lifetimes within a night And now what is true reveals my pain A dying interest for personal gain The newest revision to my wounds Defining the vision that now blooms Through the darkness comes the sun A climbing perspective to what will come
Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head, I felt my mind shook as I started to dread, That you were there, But then I realized, It wasn't you. As I left the airport, I got into a truck, that was just like yours, Then all my emotional sores started hurting again. And later on, after seeing, That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school, Already had someone to be best friends with, I held back my tears, And fear that maybe I'll never recover From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever. And I feel like I can't keep myself together... Especially when I see two siblings who love one another, Wishing my siblings were close to my age, Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage, Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms, Whenever I see them at school... She always felt like a little sister for me, I want to protect her, But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times, And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she Likes her other friends more than me. Yet again, more envy, And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous In friendship... I'll make sure our friendship never ends, But I know that my loneliness will never disappear, And I will never be able to reappear, In school with her again, it hurts, Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering Of high school work and gym. I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary, That made me glad will be pushed away, And I'll probably feel alone everyday... Just like the old days, when I cried at night... And my alarm clock was my nightlight... Now I need Him, to keep me safe, And be my light, Because the hurt that I often feel Is an inner fight for life!
Are Churches Ready For Christ; Return? It appears that many in church aren't concerned.. About the imminent possibility of Christ; return! It seems like the opposite is happening today… Just listen to what many in church have to say… They often get involved with the people from town. And allow other's sins to "drag them down…" Rather than seeking a life of God's holiness. Many get involved with things that bring "emptiness." Being 100% sold out to Jesus is called "old fashioned." Many don't seek Christ with a sincere passion! No wonder many in church are in such "dire straits" Many are leading people right to "hell's gates…" Rather than a house of prayer, it's a "house of fools." Just about anything not of God is what "rules." Rather than accepting God's word as 100% true… Many get involved with things they shouldn't do! Forsaking their love for Christ above all others… Lives of sin and bondage…. They bring to the altar! What an embarrassment to Jesus' holy name! Many in church should really be ashamed! Jesus called us to come out and be separate… So many lives are confused and very "desperate." It's time to come clean and be filled with Godly living! Walking in God's awesome power and forgiving! Christ must be our first love... And him alone! Allowing his righteousness to fill our churches and homes! By Jim Pemberton
Once upon a time I loved a girl but she didn't love me back. Once upon a night I wished on a star but my dreams never came to pass. Twice I think I hoped for the sun and not the rain pouring in. But my cover flew away and the drops soaked through my skin. I think I could wish for hard times and the dark, And just to spite my soul the world would set ablaze from a single spark. My money would pile high, girls would wave as they walked by. And the one thing can I say for this life, Is no one ever got a damn thing from goodbye.
God Gave Us Our Sexuality… God gave us our sexuality and told us how to use it. But many have ignored him, and have "abused it." Through his word, he's given us his "set of rules." So many have refused it, and have become "fools." The fool has purposed in his heart God does not exist. Yet his beautiful handiwork is all around their midst. Many have chosen to turn his truth into a lie. And often, they burn in lust till the day they die. Many have offered their bodies for ungodly things. Not caring the consequences this really brings! Many are involved with perversion of various kinds. Having a warped sense of morality in very confused minds So many aren't happy with the way they're created. Their own sexual identity is often debated. You were wonderfully designed and beautifully made. Please don't end up as sin's "sexual slave!" God made you special… And has a perfect will! Your every need… His love can fulfill! Don't settle for what may be "your innocence lost" Think about the work Christ did on the cross! God can help you to resist the man "sexual temptations." And can bring to your life his peace and true satisfaction. You don't have to live like you did before! God can restore your life and do so much MORE1 By Jim Pemberton
No One can Deny my Overwhelming love and Uncontrollable desire for you. Being in your arms and feeling your Touch Is Nothing but completely Miraculous! You have Made my Inner thoughts of true happiness feel so Natural that I know it's my Destiny to share my love and life with you.
In winter's snow, sharp and bright In darkest days, my sleepless nights When my hands are shaking When my earth starts quaking The words soothe my sour brain Help me cope with all the pain It's in his big, bright smile In the bathroom's tile The tears in my eyes In the clouds in the skies The cravings I feel My addictions that heal Love's sweet embrace The new paths I face The hand I hold The stories I've told From a grin or a nod To a pea in a pod The sickness in my mind Til the light that I find These lyrics save my life, These words heal my strife...
Little Jenny was always found to be very prim and proper/ Outside reading her cook book by Betty Crocker/ Lazy Mary Sat on the lazy suzanne, Butch Malone was their next of kin kissing cousin, Along with Mary this made up the famed dirty dozen ! That sand box experiment really made us laugh/ Shortly after gym class, Butch Malone along with the famed Benjamin Bankhead/ Jimmy Foley the local guitar player knew, The pathway in life that we should choose/ Often he would be found taking a tremendous dump in the boy's urenil ! The path of least resistance sought about from a chosen few, Often he would appear in shepherds clothing similar to little boy blue ! Playing guitar like he's going out of style ! That sandbox experience was designed to distract all the teacher's ? We set up stuffed dummies just to look like real people, Right underneath the bleacher's ! Old man Winter's who worked for Mr. Kazoo knew the score/ Very often he was being seen outside the local liqour store, Lest I emplore, The sand box experiment was in full swing on that one particuler day/ Butch Malone thought he was the real king ? That was until Mrs. Maloney saw him through the window ! Next the time was drawing near/ Then so was that dinner bell, Mrs. Maloney started talking to all those dummies, Next thing you know she had tripped over little Johnny ! He was stuffed that was/ Flying three feet high in the air she had fell right on her face ! What a social disgrace ! Yet what had happened to Butch Malone ? Like a little dog without his bone/ He pee pee'd his pants then cried all the way home ! The next day when Mrs. Maloney got her second wind/ She didn't even know where to begin/ For that little stunt the whole class was suspended for the day, Yet for the gang including Butch Malone what did they say ? All in all the sandbox experiment really did make their day !
We're here to love all God's people No matter who they are. Brightness still shines in shallow roots, Even if the world thinks they've fallen too far.
What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn't have Christ' peace and tranquility! It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." For fear they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
America is being destroyed from perversion within. As it's people indulge in wickeness and sin. The moral fabric that our country once held so dear. Is now beginning to dissappear. Many judges seek to remove God from our land. Traditional marriage... many don't understand. From the neighbor's house to the college dorms, Perversion is legal in so many forms. Our money reads: "in God we trust." Many are addicted to perversion and lust. Nothing of God seems to be sacred anymore. While his judgement draws close to our nation's door. This so called "freedom" that many have "enjoyed," Is causing our great country to be destroyed. America must heed the Savior's call, Only God can give true freedom to all. HIS word is our country's true foundation. Without him in our lives... we're doomed as a nation! By Jim Pemberton
I was lost, with no way out! Then Jesus showed me what his love is all about! The way things we going... I wasn't concerned! I didn't know which direction to turn! Jesus gave me his mercy and grace! And provided a "resting place!" He has made my life complete!. His love has filled me from my head to feet! Thank you Jesus! For turning me around! A peace and satisfaction in you, I have found! Your love in my life is bright and shining! Jesus in me is a love worth finding! By Jim Pemberton
With my eyes I have seen young lads fishing, for it was a fine summer's day. Yet these eyes have also borne witness to the hidden bruises of a drunken fray. With my ears I have heard melodic songbirds singing for all to hear – just for me. Too often these ears have heard the desperate sobs, as she painfully ponders her fate in misery. With my nose I have inhaled the scent of the roses, on the occasions I took the time to stop and smell. Gone are the days of apathy and stench, when I partook in the madness and self-imposed Hell. With my heart I have found strength I never knew before. Strange, but I believe this is the real me. Breathing free, seeing clear, hearing good, feeling strong, I will not get carried away, but I'm starting to feel happy.
God Asked; "Come Unto Me…" God called my name…. I didn't know what to expect! The words he spoke. I won't forget! What he said to me…. I remember so vividly. I woke me up in the night so unexpectedly! As I heard the words, I jumped out of bed. I wanted to hear what my Lord said. He spoke, and wanted me to follow him! I decided to obey and trust him as my friend! What he desired, was to have a servant's heart! He was there for me! Right from the start! My worldly possessions… I left behind! A new treasure in Christ… I did find! Many of my "past habits" began to leave me! As I felt God's awesome love all around me! My life and attention were now decided. Everything I needed... God provided! I chose to follow him 100 percent! Fellowship with my creator, is time well spent! He's my blessed savior and I am his! And is with me each day I live! Won't you beckon his spirit's call? Living for Jesus makes it worth it all! By Jim Pemberton
It's a lonely, truthful journey finding your voice, with which to sing, even worse, then there's the journey for your song; but, we all sing from our essence to share the truths each heart may bring, so sing out loud, sing out clear, and sing out strong. After a while, you may meet someone who may fancy the same "life tune", but, their performance of the song does not ring, true: I can't emphasize enough, my friend that we all live the songs we choose, and that the melodies, and lyrics always falls on you. That's why I sing the Blues these days, and feel as lonely as the moon, there's a certain honesty in reminding folks of pain; and how next time it might be avoided by adding "blue-notes" to the tune, to draw attention, so it can't happen to us again. Now, the other side of those "blue-notes is a more joyful, hopeful tune, to remind us that our hearts aren't always wrong; it's merely "par for the course", to sing of both sweet love, and pain... ..but, that's the blues.....and that's the, Journey of Your Song.
Still In Love With My Wife... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; "Not now son— I just don't have the time." He said, "Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?" "Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?" My eyes choked with tears; "Yes son I really do!" "I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you." "Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?" "Yes my son—my love for you will always belong." I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my son's eyes. He came running to me with arms wide open. "Thank you daddy" were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton
What Have I Done For Jesus??? I'm trying to remember the things I've dreamed of… There so much I haven't done, that I can think of! I'm trying to remember when I was just a young boy… There were things in life that I really enjoyed! But, as I grow older, and it's all done and said… I feel more aches and pains each time I get out of bed! This old body of mine is growing very weary and old. I don't have a lot of time, as I have been told! There's one area in life, where I've fallen short of a goal… I haven't given God a chance to redeem my soul! I suppose I've been too prideful and stubborn at best… I need to give God my life, and let him take care of the rest! Dear Jesus, I come to you now and confess my sinful ways! I accept you as my Lord and savior, for the rest of my days! Please come lord Jesus, and bring your healing deep within! Cleanse and change me, and take away all of my sin! You're what I need! And are truly my best friend! How I love and appreciate you! Again and again! By Jim Pemberton 09/29/13
Autumn comes I stand watching the leaves..thinking The breath leaves my body unseen But as the mercury drops and as I ponder my place. I notice all I think all I feel. Right there on the window before me. To others it's just a mist caused by cooling or heating or both. A chilhood whimsical game"oh boy look it's cold" To me that mist is all, your name , your face, Our time. I want to wipe it away this physical aberation of all unseen in my heart. I see it all the pain the love the heartache everything in a small whitish cloud on a simple window. My hand reaches pauses oh so this is what you look like. Oh if it was so easy to be done. The mist fades rapidly with every lonely wasted breath. Making an apperance oh so briefly. What ever course I take to wipe away or to gently touch the mist. Would this breath on the window which taunts me so relay back to my damaged soul see its gone you'll be ok now or see how it welcomes your touch? welcome to the world for all to see. Hidden by the sun most of the time. My fingers glide through the vanishing mist, I flash back to your cheek beneath my fingers. Goodbye my love, goodbye my pain, goodbye to the only proof I have left of you. But at peace I am. I know now what I did not before. Your not invisable your their in my breath. Kissing the crisp Autumn air with me. And all I have to do is breath. And my visible breath will show me all I feel is real as real as the mist on the window
There's a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman, with marriage in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was "born!" God's design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be "inserted." God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God's idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It's no wonder why so many have "confused" minds. Let's come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; "one husband and one wife!" By Jim Pemberton
Jesus… Your name brings sweetness on my tongue! My soul soaks in your love… Like a dry sponge! My soul continues to hunger and thirst! Until I let you reign in my life! Always first! I give my life to you! On my knees I yield! YOU are my rock, fortress and shield! You're my protection! A sure foundation! For only in you is there TRUE salvation! By Jim Pemberton
Silence came to pick at me Mirrored my hypocrisy Selfless greed I pleaded then The fearful need to then repent All I am and could have been What I was and should have seen In an instant through my mind On my knees the glass will shine Reflections singing of a soul Through the darkness light is shown A symphony of quiet sounds Through the silence I am found What is gone has stilled my dreams What's to come will stifle me A deeper hope that I can be Everything I need to see A moment in the mirror's past A thousand years to see at last The only truth beyond this walk The loving place we always sought
I step inside the gaping hole And think back, Respond to the attack From those years gone by, Create a living out of the unheard cries Surrounding the dreams Of a one thousand strong team, Pushing on into eternity Into the certainty Of where I want to be Of a life that needs the shining key To peace, away from the drama The long ending panorama Of my ever glistening past. Hoist the flag up the mast, Declare what has been achieved Declare what is perceived To be a success, To be better than the rest, But my heart still runs on empty. Always pours out plenty At the sight of their ache Slow baked In god's lonely world That continues to hurl My never silent life, And its strife Towards that one perfect dream Of a stone blanket by the stream Enveloped in calm, A balm, To the tortured leftovers of my soul.
Making A Commitment To God Samson... A judge of Israel was known to be strong. Because of his vow to God. His hair was to grow long. With the jawbone of an ass... Thousands of Philistines were killed. To get the secret of his strength, is what they had willed. They sent Delilah to tempt him with her charm and beauty. Samson revealed his secret to her. Growing exhausted & weary. Breaking the promise of God... He lost his strength and eyesight. Till the day he rested his hand on the Philistine' temple so tight. He asked God to give him strength once again. Then pushed the pillars. Killing thousands with him. For all of his accomplishments he had made. He broke his promise to God. When his secret he gave… Make sure your commitment to God is true and real. So you don't end up, like Samson of Israel! By Jim Pemberton
Jesus Says; "Less t.v. And More Of Me!" I remember as a kid, having our first color t.v. Our family didn't have to worry about what we'd see. Respect and honor for another was often displayed. Happy and healthy homes were often portrayed. It seemed to mean something to have morals. People didn't seem to worship the immoral. As I got older… Things seemed to get "out of hand." By the garbage being shown . all over this land. That which once respected as good and o.k. Began to disappear, into an "immoral decay." I pray for my family and children's lives. They won't be soaked with the sin and lies! I want to watch that which promote spiritual health. To cherish things of God, for his heavenly wealth! I refuse to let wickedness be an example, of how I should live. I'm going to think about the good things Christ has to give! Rather than spending so much time watching an idol. I'm going to pray and spend time reading the Bible! As I'm older, I want my eyes to focus more on the cross! The less time I watch t.v. is really not a big loss! The most important thing that I can do… Is to try to live the way Christ wants me to! To live is Christ. To sacrifice is to gain. Nothing compares to the beauty of HIS name! Help me Jesus to keep my eyes focused on you alone! I seek your blessing over my life and home! By Jim Pemberton
Lord, please help my brother who's very confused. He feels that through life… He's been hurt and abused! He needs you much more than he's willing to confess… He's living the kind of life that brings a lot of stress! Many wicked and evil thoughts have entered his head… Many lies from the devil is what he's been fed! I know you can do for him what you did for me! By the power of your blood… He can be FREE! I pray that your spirit and word will convict him! May he open up his heart and let you change him! In YOU he can find a love this world could never give! You bring true peace and joy and the power to forgive! By Jim Pemberton
you were there and so was i you in youre world and me in mine yet somehow we werent there at all and our worlds were just to small together we would unite leaving our old worlds behind creating a new worlds together one that we would share forever and ever now here we are as we have and always will be in a world that we created for only you and me no longer in our own worlds but in our dream world
Jesus, I Can't Turn A Blind Eye Any Longer! I can't turn a "blind eye" any longer! As many souls have "strayed off" and wandered! I can't "pretend," that life's problems will disappear! The "sin problem," is quite evident and clear! I can't "make believe," this will be a better place… I see heartache and despair on people's face! I can't just "sit back" and not do anything anymore! I ask myself, "what's my purpose in life really for? I'm going to pray that God will make it more revealing… We all need to know our purpose and meaning! I'm going to ask God to help me make a difference today! And proclaim that Jesus is the truth, the life, the only way! I'm going to shout and proclaim Jesus! The true king! He's the lord, master and maker of everything! I'm going to pray that those who are blind, will now see… This same Jesus who loves us, and gives life abundantly! I'm not going to be ashamed, to praise the lord greatly! It's about time, that I lift up his name…. Lately! I'm going to ask the Holy Spirit to cleanse my mind… And help me to do my part in reaching mankind I'm going to invite you, to make a commitment to HIM! This same Jesus… Who can change us within! Please Lord Jesus… Have your way in me… All throughout! Loving and trusting you… Is what life is about! By Jim Pemberton
' In The Midst Of A Desert …' ( Part 2 of 2 ) In The Middle of A Desert From Miles Nowhere … A Crystal Cup Just Waiting There Sparkle and Glints 'Neath Sun So Large Must Be A Miracle or A Mirage Inside The Cup Is A Real Oasis ( in A Wasteland ) of All Places ! Finally, Shade ! 'Neath Green, Palm Fronds Sweet-Water, as Well In A Clean, Blue Pond I Took The Cup 'Cause I Took Note Luke 17: 27 And Got A Drink For My Parched Throat In The Midst of A Desert Love-Cup in Hand I'm Walking Away … from All Quicksand ! … In The Midst of A Desert There's Another Cup Someone … Somehow … Please ! … Pick It Up !
My life isn't exactly what I'd have wished for, had I roused myself to wish. I might have lived a life filled full, puffed with particularity, and limited: boundaried by Plymouths, VA loans, and bills from Dr. Bill. I might then have shaped my mind to fit a space, quite small, where largest loomed my daily cares. I should then have been content to hear the patter of small feet upon cement of terrace, porch, basement or garage, and to emit, on request, a well-designed barrage of timely chatter, to complement the patter, to pace the ticking of the clock. But no...I cannot to such rhythms and designs become resigned... must play the nomad (and the bard) till play and I be ended, low or high, and must try to know, and yet not know, the great vague How, the What, the Why...
Your Ray Ban sunglasses And your Levi's shirt, Aren't going to fill the void And deliver peace to you. They're just possessions. My mind longs for knowledge, And my heart for adventure. Feeling the gush of wind in my hair And the gentle hand of a friend. I envy you, But I pity you too. For I wish you could feel what I feel, And maybe we'd be content. Different, so different In our ways of life, Yet content.
One day, I'm going to find my second chance The chance to take you out like I always should have done The chance to love you with all of my heart, instead of worrying with shun The chance to hold you in my arms, free of prejudiced eyes that pierce The chance to caress you free of all irrational fears One day, I'm going to get the nerves to ask you for your hand The chance to give you all you ever deserved in life and more The chance to withhold absolutely nothing, my love that I adore The chance to cry in front of you with absolutely no chance of embarrassment or regret The chance to lie with you and give you all of my complete being, no amount of time being set One day, I'm going to grow old with you The chance to raise our children in a loving home The chance to work till my weakness hits my bones The chance to spoil our grandkids just to give them back The chance to love you more everyday, nothing will I lack { { One day, I'm going to pass away.....But today I'm just going to love you
The sun, Sol, has risen and fallen. His time has come and gone. A new player enters the field. It is Luna's turn to dance across the black velvet sky. Stars twinkle into view, creating a glistening array of sequins. The Mockingbird sings his last song as the Nightengale takes his place. She sings of Love and Wisdom, traits of Luna. The crickets chirp, the fireflies dance across the dew-sparkled lawn, and the Nightengale sings.
When skies are bluer than ever before and clouds disappear from sight I am alive When thunderstorms flash white and the rains come I am alone When daffodils burst forth from the snow and crocus peep through I am alive When winter cold and trees barren and leaves lie on frozen floor I am alone I want to face life's storms with friends who hold my hand and family who clearly states, "You are not alone" Then, I will live.
Can somebody please explain to me? Why is it that she hates what she sees? A seemingly perfect life She is forced to hide behind a smile Scared to face the truth With a glance in the mirror, she doesn't recognize her own reflection A young girl's view so distorted she feels so lost Terrified to disappoint, she forces herself to smile The girl trapped inside, so desperate to break free And with every passing moment, the beauty inside begins to fade It fades further and further away She has lost herself So desperate to belong, yet she is unable to move on Unaware of the damage she has caused, she lives in a dream She is trapped in the fog She continues to live her seemingly perfect life Never showing the fear Never showing the pain Never showing the tears, she hides from herself Her reality is one where the truth can no longer be found Why is it that no one can see the beauty of the girl trapped inside? Why it is that no one can see that this girl is me??
Love is... A Heal.thy gift… and it's good for you too ;)
I sang a song, Put my heart on a limb, Danced in the sunshine, Dreamed of the day when We, You and me, Or you and I, Or I and you, Could fix our past. When I could be with you. But you waited. You were a few months too late, And now, I'm stuck between what I have and what was, And despite my best efforts to give you up, To figure it out, I can't tell you what it is I want. I doubt, Honestly, Whether you and me will ever work out, But we'll never quit trying. I have my knight in shining armour (or so I'm told) Versus my first love, bad boy brave and bold, And what's a girl to do? I'm stuck between the two Debating, Whether or not I should play it safe, Or risk being hurt again By the same man, Whether or not to play tug of war for one more round, Or settle for my feet being on solid ground. Rationality has gone with the wind, And I'm sitting here stuck, once again.
don't hang with those who complain, for their discontented stain will blot your soul. endless gripes can cause a frown and make you feel very down, with no control. Dr. Ram's tail-rhyme contest
It seems like there's almost been a total immersion… Of so many people engaging in perversion! Many are "sin's slave." And don't know what to do! Be careful! It could happen to me and you! Just turn on the television! And you will find… People with very warped and confused minds! All you have to do is read Romans chapter one. And you'll see the "moral fabric" is being undone! In this passage it makes it so very clear… The wrath of God against evil is very near! The wrath of God is revealed against unrighteousness! He's a God of truth! And demands holiness! No matter how many laws may say it's "o.k." We need to really read what God's word has to say! God is here and he really wants to teach us… No matter our sin… He can always reach us! The wages of sin is death… But God gives life everlasting! A victorious life in Christ… Is yours for the asking! Why not serve the God who created the heavens above? And be filled with his peace, mercy and love??? By Jim Pemberton
Believe in individualism not compliance, Etch your mark in existence with defiance. You're something special to behold, Organise your mind and watch your dreams unfold. Uplift disappointment with drive and ambition, Reach for the moon and make the stars your fruition. Sense the worth and value in your being, Elevate cliché with a creative sightseeing. Life is a big canvas for you to express yourself, Find a passion and never let identity expire on the shelf. For more poetry goodness, please take a look at my website: www.checkmyflow.co.uk