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It has been 9 months since your sudden disappearance. That Hallowed night when your 5'11" nerd aura Handed me my early birthday gift A cold shoulder wrapped in a velvet bow Made in Sri Lanka, sold exclusively at the Dollar Store That was your appraised value. But, today, revival's whisper enters my gently waxed earlobes. Candy coated revelations For my allergic blood "I said yes!", as she flashed Cracker Jack ring Filled with Monopoly dollar signs and "Go directly to Jail" Chance cards I almost applauded, my hands sarcastically never connected While my eyeballs rolled in epileptic banter We scream in misguided nerd joy As if we witnessed Monty Python & Darth Vader having a make-out session Sudden urges to watch movies about Traveling Pants & Sisterhood And PSing my I Love You While we eat Dark Chocolate Klondike bars and Chipwich Ice Cream Cookies My ovaries were bursting with INSANITY'S JOY! But, WAIT, I quickly realized I didn't have such parts! It was then, reality crashed As if Spider Man ran out of web during mid-air leap My essence now halts at crossroads' throat. To my left, "celebration" To my right, "other" I chose to be a human this night. Current time- 9:15pm Current location- Reception Hall A 5 course meal, Including dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets Smiley face French fries And 3 glasses of Tang Surrounded my space on the dinner table Heavenly echoes of forks & glass, Ringing in ignorant unison, Give birth to Tinnitus in my drums In their 9 months of togetherness, They kiss with forcible ease, Frogs refusing to show their true form It is then, ignoring listless stares from guests, I stood up holding my half-empty Tang glass Which MIGHT have contained a smidge of Grey Goose At the TOP of my LUNGS, I whispered. "Friend, I should be so proud of you. I would. I could. You never responded to my open-hearted palm. You left my vulnerabilities dangling at half-mast, as if I lost our final game of Hang Man. But, TONIGHT, it is I & this delicious Dinosaur nugget that will HAVE a final say! You are impeccably flawed, like I. But, I still wanted you to be a part of my tomorrows. Yet, you turned me into a muted yesterday. So, I will wish congratulations on your new slav…um, husband, Pouring this glass of yummy Tang onto this stapled dance floor in a straight line Each drop will be a symbol of how many tears he will shed, before that line is crossed." As silence slapped each other in its face Across candle flame blanketed, marble dance hall, With children pointing & laughing hysterically, "Security" enters the room As I hold hands with Cuban female rent-a-cop, her head warming my shoulder, "Thank you for these 9 months. For now, I have given birth to a new me. The Best Man that you will never hold again." ©Drake J. Eszes
VINEYARDS of HAPPINESS --------------------- GARDEN of SORROW There is no greater Happiness,-----------when-----------Pulling away sorrow then being in my lover's arms,-------letting go of----Broken memories Kissed by his hungry lips,-------------------------------Rejecting all hunger, of love spoiled by his sweetest charms.-----------------------The surface spoiled look in his face There is no greater Happiness,------------------------Holding the depth of solitary sorrow feeling my love's warm embrace,-----------------------Feelings of cold,no emotions on Gods grace Meeting in our secret GARDEN,-----------------------Prolonging the visit to our VINEYARD Opening dreams' golden gates.------------------------the door you open leads into dark woods There is no greater Happiness,-------------------------Reviving every motion of sorrow and there 'll never be ,for me,----------------------------trapped forever inside of me till that far promised day,------------------------------------Broken promises day by day My Honey love s' here with me.------------------------a wound so fresh, damaged like a twig HAPPINESS -------------------------to-------------------- SADNESS Happiness to me,is as easy as can be,----------------Sadness triumphs over anything in me a doughnut,a cup of English Tetley tea.------some nights----------A bucket of ice cream,a bottle of Jack Daniel Lying on my beige leather sofa,------------some days-------------Slouching up against the wall Covered by a Woolen red tartan rug,------------- tears fallen like a red river on the carpet Hugging and Kissing,Fondling and snogging,--- some mornings ---Crying and Weeping,Wiping the Sobbing Just watching T.V.------------------------------------------Just imaging you THE ROSE===============================WITHER Love is a Pink Rose,--------------------------------------------A rose in the dark woods with a crown of thick Grey thorns,--------------------------Like a cloud following you delicate and strong.-----------------------------------------------Tilting till its gone By ;Charma By : P.D. inspired By : Charmaine Chircop compose By : Poet Destroyer ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
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
Standing firm we live we give we take we learn we strive to make sure each day enlightens us and brightens us even as light fades to gray may we keep fighting with two swollen feet beneath the body and soul experiencing trials and intense life lessons meshed with stresses may we persevere turn off fear's song may we stand firm as we glide along through shifty winds of change that may cause things to sway rearrange but we hold true inside the values and morality we stand for we fall for nothing we may stumble along the trip we may swerve at the wheel yet we do not lose our grip because no one can eclipse the sun yet everyone heals before they're done Just when situations arise flooding us with pain we despise and just when it seems like our tear ducts are dry from ongoing cries we may think things are on the brink of ending then God shows us the ways of faith by way of love that he's sending Standing firm we live we give we take we learn we make sure every day enlightens us and brightens us as each day takes its turn. ~JSLambert
So I walked into my local supermarket to buy my weekly shipment of Kit Kat bars, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and Ovaltine powder mix. As I shake off the snow on my fake Timberland boots, my skin, coated in frozen animation, thaws into warmth's teardrops from the supermarket's 75 degree vents. This moist sense of happiness was quickly interrupted when I heard Wilson Phillips, "Hold On" over the PA system. Thankfully, the cutlery isle was just to my left. So, now, I had plans! But, before I could commit felony's song, I saw her. A Portuguese goddess with a strut that can ruin a man's dignity. She had Autobahn curves, dark brown curls of hair & visuals, and thick flesh meat that even Vegans would envy. Her face lacked Maybelline coated misapprehension. Thank God! Cause I never did like clowns. After staring longingly at her, like a crack head with impulsive eyes upon a broken/unlabeled bag of baby powder, she breezed past my stifled posture and clocked in to work. She didn't even get a chance to smell my $500 cologne called "Piece of Me". So with new-found urges to grab all my groceries, like a burglar who really has to pee, I rush to express checkout. There she is. Her register beeps in coupon lady's rhapsody, while my register needs a cleanup on Isle 9. Now it's my turn. With girlish inner-screams of boy-band intensity, I say, "Hi". She scans my apples, while I scan her melons. The melons that the customer ahead of me didn't want… …they were on sale. Go fig. As if she read my mind, she asks, "Are you feeling warm now?" "All I want is to be the heat in your moment", which I almost said. But, "Now I am", is uttered. As she smiled with seductive demure, she handed me my receipt with her phone number on back. As I left the market, I began to get cold again. These winds of change became gusts of numbness. I locked myself out of my heart. I turned around to go back inside. Only to discover, she didn't have the key. © Drake J. Eszes
For God so loved this sinful world, He gave us all His son; That we might live with Him one day, when life on Earth is done. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt's been owed. The time was short for Jesus Christ, but what He gave mankind To lift our hearts and save our souls has yet to be refined. The grace and style in which He moved through politics and fools, Has paved the way for paths we trod through worldly ways and rules. His teachings spread throughout the land, His miracles renowned, He only had to touch a life to show His love was sound. Two thousand years have come and gone since Christ communed with man; And with his dying saved us all, to serve God's ancient plan. He rose from death, as He had said, and proved His word was true, That life eternal waited those who choose to suffer through. Salvation came that fateful day, the Bible tells us so; And time has shown that through God's love the weakest spirits grow. Now, modern times are hard on us and cause us all to doubt, For change is there at every turn, and Satan's always out. It's now we need the love of God, for always, as before; Just lift your heart and ask for it, and see what lays in store. It's through God's love we handle change and how it makes us strong In ways we deal with worldly things and sort the right from wrong. For change is just another way the Lord sees fit to use To make our days seem fresh and new with paths to take and choose. It's by our faith we live our lives and seek a brighter day, And how we find the confidence when doubts get in the way. But most of all it's happiness that faith's been known to give When our misfortunes come to cloud these modern times we live. We need not fear what God has wrought. We need not know His plan. We only need to know He's there, and love's in store for man. Just think the words you'd ask in prayer, and ere a sound be heard, His perfect love will fill your heart before you've breathed a word. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt's been owed. But God forgave our debt to Him, we live in grace today; The greatest love you've ever known is just a breath away.
Suddenly, my shoulders shine with blessed liquid, sweet, divine Mouth unhinged to quell the tongue with, oh... just a kiss, just a drop These days we had when we were young Running mad through hot cloud tears soaked and chilled and giggling while we scoffed at future, mid-aged years We'd hurry obtuse with dress and heels calloused veneer from latent appeals to strip off the clothes, to don on the suit The sky opens up and dissolves this pursuit...
We start out this life all the same- Looking for happiness while playing life's game; We search for another to help us get through- For we think that's the easiest thing to do; We hope that someone else will make us feel whole- But then what happens if they decide to go; Do you turn to someone else or try something new?- Where else can you look? What else can you do; You can have another drink or pop another pill- But that kind of happiness just isn't real; To life you feel like you don't belong- And you wonder to yourself where you went wrong; Then, you look in the mirror and what do you see?- A glimpse of yourself saying, "Look inside me"; For happiness is purely a state of mind- Something you must look inside to find…
Turning point in life Eternal satisfaction Fuel euphoria By: Eve Roper 2/14/2015
Don't bruise the flaxen reed Don't wind the strings too tight on instruments of hearts and wishes burning, burning bright... Call the night, the night. Call the day, the day ~ as we continue the fight of our lives we love along the way...
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.
My butt crack Is quite a split It supports the rest of me when I sit you thought I was gonna say something else didn't you ? My butt crack Is a marvel to behold It was cute when I was young but now offensive since I'm old My butt crack Is pretty darn straight can you imagine if it was crooked pretty weird sight I would rate My butt crack Is funny to me when I bend over in my jeans It peeks out for you to see My butt crack wanted me to write this today for no other reason then just to say...................... I gotta split LOL Eric (and sometimes not)
There once was a man from Niagara whose wiener's so long it would stab ya' but when it got little his pills became skittles until he O.D.'d on Viagra © ~JSLambert 2011*****A classic "stiff" competitor, standing "firm" amongst other "members" in the "thick" of the competition:) hope everyone gets "a rise" out of it!
If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live? If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here? If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here? If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live? I know I am a sinner repressed. I know I am saved through prayer. On bended knees, I am as a child of God. As I grew older, I lifted my head up to clouds. Somehow, my path swayed. If the Lord does not anoint me, why do I sing? If I am not blessed via his blood, why do I live? Nobody knows my troubles better than Lord does. My life is enshrined because of the omnipotent. Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance. Redeemed through his grace, I worship and praise. If the Lord does not guide me, why do I live? If the Lord does not supply my needs, why am I here? I know I am a sinner repressed. I know I am saved through prayer. On bended knees, I am as a child. As I grew older, I hoisted my head up to sky Somehow, my path swayed but now, my life is saved. If I am not a crusader for the Lord, why am I here? If I am not on the battlefield for the Lord, why am I here? Nobody knows my troubles better than Lord does. My life is transmogrified because of the omnipotent. Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance. Redeemed through his grace, I give the Lord God the highest praise. To My Redeemer... If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live? If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here? If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here? If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live? |____________________________________________| Form: Anaphora Penned on December 13, 2014!
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.
Princess just wants a new car. I have told her that hers will go far. 'Oh, it's really not cool driving this crap to school.' 'Do I need that emotional scar? ' 'The kids will all laugh at the rust. When we race, I'll be left in the dust! I will save up some cash then we'll make a mad dash to the car dealer surely you trust'. 'He will make us a wonderful deal and I'm sure you will know how I feel. I will love you so much, My siblings... I won't touch. Just get me behind a new wheel'! Now she'll be cruisin in style. She'll be happy for only awhile. There will always be better and we'll try hard to get her a car that will make princess smile.
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
. Acting Out Standing, lying, falling, crawling, I keep trying, crying, lying, rhyming, love is blinding I play, obey, eat, -I digest, caress the softness, when I'm blinking, I'm found sinking I find myself thinking, walking, talking, mocking, craving, misbehaving, and dreaming Shake, break, my heart can't take, I smile, in style, small thoughts, are all I got I'm lazy, hazy, I get crazy, I shout, when in doubt, Acting Out, that's what I'm all about By:)
She's just beautiful,her outfit is of the latest style, hair is perfect not a one out of place. Long maniured nails ,done in a salon, down to the makeup ,perfect on her face. I groan inside,another meal out, i'll have to take out a second mortage to afford. Another night on the town ,a mall shopping spree, donating blood untill I'm 100 ,please help me Lord. Hey lets do something fun tonight............. Then......then theres this girl,cute she's a tomboy ay heart. What do you want to do tonight,anything, anything at all,a movie,fishing,something kinda fun. We could go to the ballgame in our teams colors, grab some fries and a hotdog on a bun Wearing a beat up old ballcap,hair in a pony, faded bluejeans,and her favorite good luck shirt. She has a lithe spirit,that come easy smile, someone to tease with no feelings hurt. No long fancy dresses.or high dollar gowns, sleeping apperal simple, just my old beat up tee. Waking in the morn ,her hair all a mess, green eyes still sleepy ,true beauty I do see. Give me forever ,a girl who is a tomboy at heart.
Paint me.. a picture of disaster of Self pity of little worth of meaninglessness on a cornflower blue background and red brush strokes signify me.. put me on canvas on display for all to see and criticize because even free wine and hors d'oeuvres will never be enough this grand opening isn't for them or even for you it is for Me I am a masterpiece
My Beloved, If the Mediterranean waves, could carry me to your arms, I'd wake up, to your whispers,enchanted by your charms. If the Wafting Wind could breeze me to the your bed, Our longing lips would kiss and hiss,In hungry emotions wed. If this love i feel, could linger in your Heart,If we could live our dulcet dreams,escape from fantasies,and never be apart. If "I "could be with "You",and "You" could be with" Me" We'd watch the the Stars at night twinkling tranquility, Sparkling in secret splendor,shining Our blissful destiny. If we could be together,till the day,"Forever",I'd hold on to your hand,be your sufficient other,the dedicated lover and even your bestfriend.I'd be your daily listener,your passion, your romance,I'd love you to infinity,till the Universal ends. If We could lie together on Gossamer mattressed lands, on threaded silken sheets made by cobwebs' perfect hands, If We could walk,laugh and embrace on gold warm Honeyed Sands. If we could hear the sweetest sound of shells and pebbles play, If I could call your name and hear your husky voice in answer everday,If I could turn around to find you,looking my way, If I could be with you,and live "the promise" of today, Tomorrow I'd still be there,a Lavender in your grey. "Not for the contest,but tnks Andrea..for your inspiration, with your contest blog" Words used-(Fragrant,Wafting,dulcet,Splendor,Gossamer.tranquility,Blissful from bliss,lavender) Charma
When on life's seas I'm tempest tossed, And my hopeful smile is all but lost, When I need to survive at any cost, You are my anchor. My life is filled with simple pleasures, My loved ones' smiles I count as treasures, When kisses are how life is measured, You are the standard. As time soars on and birthdays fly, My hair is graying, I don't care why, My mind is sharp, but not my eyes, You are my youth. Love is patient, love is kind, And to the lucky, love is blind, But when it comes to love that binds, You are my love.
A strong drink sits idle in my glass. Two doves sit on the porch and watch me. They warble with great enthusiasm, puffy sirens of the hills. Their language hides the meaning of their words, like the elegant attire worn by common folk. They have everything they need, each other and a nest. A perfect wordless marriage. Communication only through song, and songs for all of nature to enjoy. The grandest love story ever told. https://twitter.com/gregevansauthor http://instagram.com/gregevansauthor/ https://www.facebook.com/gregevanswriter
"Well," She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. "What is it!" The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and holding. "Congratulations." He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, "You have a son." The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal. It was redemption from every wrong thing she'd ever done. It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope. It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. It was the only feeling that existed. They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe. This was her child – her son. And she was his mother. (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.) "It's a boy." she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like she'd known it all along. "My baby boy…" She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. "He's perfect." She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. "Look at your feet – they're huge!" And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, "Hi. I'm your mama." He smiled at her. He knew. He'd known it all along. "And I'll love you forever…" The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room. *Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother who has graced this sacred room.
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"
The morning's mists mix with the woodland's scent To fill me with such wondrous happiness; I see her wet but gentle hands are bent And reaching out to touch with loveliness The trees, and fills my heart with wonderment At how her fingers curl with curiousness To stroke the ragged faces of the rocks, Or run her dewy fingers through the phlox. {Written by Isaiah Zerbst for the poetry contest "Through the Mist" on the 20th of August, 2014.}
Beyond the valley mottled clouds and blue Invite all strangers into quiet peace. There sunlight sparkles with the morning dew. The river hears the loudly honking geese. And fragrance from spring flowers fills the air. Each anxious soul can feel his qualms release. A quiet stillness floods the valley fair. Magnolia blossoms show their shining white. A virgin giggles adding her sweet flare. While smitten by the golden sun's daylight, She challenges desires in her mind. Beneath the yellow trees her heart takes flight. Idyllic beauty with God's hand entwined, Resounds His message through nature's converse. Departing there, good virtue still aligned. Delightful flowers fill her universe.
You made the mistake and now, your afraid to face this day. Your thoughts are racing through and through. You wonder if your family looks at you as a disgrace, but you'er mother takes you and reasures, your very much loved in grace. Even though your much to young for this breathing little thing this has become. You couldn't just throw it out like it was a peice of trash. So you grow up and take the path that led you to your best mistake for years to come.
Carpe Diem If time were just a thing to save, At last, when life is ending, We'd have a bank of empty days— No equity to show. Instead of hoarding like a slave That which we should be spending, Invest it well in useful ways— Observe the interest grow! © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~First Place~ October 21, 2014 Contest: Seize the Day (Carpe Diem) Sponsor: Regina Riddle
A Dream So Real Your great beauty you did not hide its wealth flowed like an ocean tide Upon its waves others did long to ride only in my heart did your true love reside! We journeyed together in our bliss never a loving stop did we ever miss You my love angel, I your great pride storms came and went, sorely was it tried! Unwavering path beneath our feet solemn vows sealing our loving heat Steamy love forever the greatest treat nights together that could never be beat! Robert J. Lindley, 09-10-2014
The walls have fallen and the grounds overgrown, If you'd never been here you might never have known, The stair that lead nowhere from the cracked ocean deck, With the waves of the hurricane slowly it's swept, The light from her windows once lit up the Atlantic, From all over they came for that weekend romantic, To take long evening walks on a moon water beach, While the laughter spills out and the music would reach, Stirred in with the breeze creating crisp melodic sound, In the flash of an instant discover paradise found, For here moments were shared and each one becomes, The memories of time in which we're forever young, A place to rekindle that once adolescent desire, Here the poets retreated to compose and inspire, Now these few crumbling walls are all that remain, From a night of disaster that devoured in flame, Now the patrons return their memories cupped in hand, Hearing ballads of wave from the sea's ethereal band, I saw them closing their eyes once again hearing those tunes, Traveling back to their youth…as they dance in the ruins
When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets. When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets. When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.
A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, as the clouds dip into the sea. A kiss from that rose as the waves fall, over the beach to a rose kissed me. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, as we wrap in lovers embrace. A kiss from a rose as homeward we go, to a bed clothed in satin and lace. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, with passion and warmth do we grasp. A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms, my hand in her labour pain clasp. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, that wanton and curvy young bride. A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe, so loving, in motherly pride. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, without whom I'd not share my life. A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled, the place of my darling rose wife! (c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)
Dreams of Fantasy and Desire Midnight was black not one shining star yet her heart shown on me from afar Glowing beams that pierced my heart fallen deeply in love from the start As the night sounds ebbed and flowed that beacon lovingly sent glowed Moon appeared to lessen its might nothing could outshine it that night The hours slowed to gift us more joy we played in love as each others toy Dreaded were moments before the sun woke us with nights loving then done She the glowing rays that lit a fire from the dreams of fantasy and desire! Robert J. Lindley 09-10-2014
Here's to a love that never existed! And to the departing you insisted, Let me give in to all I've resisted It is true through our frivolous trail Our lives were but a tale; Though if I hadn't thought of it Pure hearts indefinite, Not mattering even then, Would I ever believe again? We never win, we never fail For what we had was only a tale I'm lost within a dream never dreamt Inside a slumber never slept, And I caress the intricate design Of the world I can never find How vast! Yet still it is dying Fading into the nadirs' binding As I fill the world with crying—always crying! Oh world! Can I ever bring myself to hold The warm nothing growing cold? Oh world! Can I not take away The love I gave with my will today? We never win, we never fail For what we had was only a tale
A Darkened Path l. Into a dark hallway I pass through rest relics of dead days and dark nights; my body ever so sorely bruised, the pains speed me onward into another realm, gathering strength to fight this new abode so like my imagined image of raging in hell ll. Down from nowhere flies rays of purple rage a past deliverance from bygone age, as those cuts soak my heart in saddened blood; stones pile neatly around my deadened feet a tribute to my callous heart and ways, another justice blocking my desired path lll. A window opens into a shining room, the glare sings out words that so shock, my eyes see but my ears fail me now as silence binds with words in the air; death rests within the next door in my path I that embraced rage with such delightful passion find no comfort in this massive new fear, a fruit of my dark days racing upon this earth with hate in my heart and a mouth full of dirt Robert Lindley, 1978 Note-- Written so long ago. Very rarely did I write in any form other than rhyme. tucked into an old book. I was shocked to find this written in a letter that I never sent, then tucked into an old book.
You may find destiny's ecstasy, that you searched for all your days Cut free from your bonds of sorrow,and sadness burnt up in a blaze For when the ashes and fog arise,happiness reveals its ways The familiar face in the mirror, will be happy with your gaze To stay on course in life you must keep the right frame of mind Think not only of yourself but of the others you may find Look at yourself as a stranger that you've met for the very first time Notice the sadness,and sorrow that you keep hidden away inside Hard enough as it is, you've got to just pull yourself upright For some circumstances in daily life, are hard to see in light Sometimes you have to look into a mirror,and focus with all your might To see what you may find hidden within,takes so much more than sight *Collab with Dan Kearley <3 Thanks for the opportunity, Dan! 8) Twas fun..*
Antwan you are the love of my life You came into my life six years ago I love you more now then I ever did Each day that comes I fall in love with you all over again You are the men of my dreams You are the father of my son Antwan you are the man that I am going to get married to You make me feel so free and sexy When you are near me I feel like I can be anything I wanna be Antwan you are my best friend when I am down you are all ways there for me when I need you We had our ups and down but we are still together The love I have for you is forever I hope you feel the some way but I know you do Let me love you the way you need to be loved Antwan I need you and I want you I want to lay next to every night and wake up next to you in the morning Being with you is wonderful and amazing When I am Kissing you it feels so right When you hold me I feel so safe in your arms You make me happy Antwan you are like 1,000,000 scoops of vanilla ice cream I have to have more God had sent you to me for a reason and the reason is that I was look for someone like you. God told me that your the one for me and that I need you to keep you in my life I love you so much Antwan Thank you for loving me the way you do. Vanessa Brown-Woodberry For The Man I Love Antwan Woodberry
How could I ever happy be, my divine Father, When Paved life's way is, with the suffering of Man? © Demetrios Trifiatis 01 FEBRUARY 2015
Line Rope Hedges Holding in Restraining borders Boundaries imprison order Free me from margins and marginal minds, my soul flies.
If you are the ocean, then I am the mist which kisses the morning the way children kissed their mother at breakfast to start a new day If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh We'll sail through the evening and on to the light The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door we'll sail on forever and touch every shore If you are the ocean, come wash me away to some misty morning and there we will play on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long If you are the ocean, then sing me a song of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say If you are the ocean, come wash me away...
Krystal the Pistol God has blessed be with such a dear friend someone who entertains me on the weekend Lucky I am to have such a unique person to work with in a cold windowless pit. A beautiful Libra Crazy enough to dress up as a zebra She gets me and my crazyness Just ask her to paint it on a canvas She sings like an angel and looks at the world from different angles we dance, we laugh, we like to take naps we also know muay thai so watch your ass She's my wingman with a tan and can handle my attention span I'm glad to have her in my life any man will be golden to call her his wife
For this desire to someday be accommodated, we shall sit in front of the fire, lodge chairs at angles akin to talking low, honey cognac thick, whispers even thicker, and you will tell me life. From the moment your memory begins you will unravel the senses in dark licorice words by crackling light. We will throw lithium on the fire and watch the shadows turn red in our laughter ...just children, really, despite our age... The night will wane as good nights always do, and we'll sleep on and off in the chairs, in the midst of the other's story. It won't matter, as it all becomes a dream anyway and we'll never tend the fire till it gives up it's coal. At 5 am our voices will be hoarse and our legs will be angry at us for pretzeling them, so we will rise to make strong coffee. You, grinding powder brown beans, and me finding two perfect cups for hand holding, brushing past you electric in the process. After the brew, after our lives have been told, at the precise red photograph of sunrise, we will sleep. My head will fall sullen on your shoulder, angry at my inability to control my eyes to stay with you a moment more, and this new world, which has spun at twice it's normal speed since meeting you, will suddenly, finally, be still.
Sleep with me under the afghan of stars illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories. ~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist We are still intangible, first here, but than a mist as vagrant as sweet stars in their last glory. Shoulders hug the trees with their limbs limp silhouette while we strip translucent star capes to their bows with no regret Moon beam pure explosions to beget and to beget the light with which we pine for now in haste~ Sleep with me under the myriads of minds which slept here before us and whispered in kind We will be stardust ourselves you will find as our wings of illusion unravel.
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. . .
It is a new day Something wonderful happened You are now at peace Like a phoenix rising up From the ashes you prevail We shall not mourn you For you are not gone at all We may not see you Your presence lives on in us Enduring the test of time Radiant light shines Upon us all forever Glorious rays gleam Emitting from your spirit Keeping your memory strong The lives you have touched Will never forget you now Though we may shed tears These are tears of happiness Your spirit forever reigns In the days to come When we are all together Celebrating life Your spirit will consume us Your peace will be our strength Joy and happiness Will be felt every moment You gave us reason To have faith in the future Your legacy will live on…………..
Our lives produce such struggles to which we must rise! And often we find places that from which we would run and hide. But just remember that Your choice will bring the happiness you seek... Just Be the Brave one you wish The one you still want to be. For I am here to catch you, to help and see you through, within your dreams or trials of life; whether on mountain or cliff whichever weso choose to climb. Remember this as you feel you are sinking. or slipping from the walls you've been clinging. The climb may tire the muscles as we reach for the top, and make us weaker in our strength while we try to here hang on. But if we just let go, and trust the our heart to know what's right we will never be led to far away; Though even trodding in the night. And do not fear the way back down! For how many birds fly, when still nested on the Ground. And if, by chance, your wings you fail to find... From your fall I'll catch you, and lead you on through time. For how many learn to open there wings whilst the mud stayed fixated about their feet. The Winds of the sky need your wings to catch, to fly you to the heavens where the angels await you to meet, and lead you to that better place. A place we can not even dream. So with the lightest breeze they will teach us how to soar... and lift us from our agony and woe. Thus ending the anguish as your wings fill there up. to fly with them forever more. The Ground is not safe nor is the air, but what life would we live if we never did dare. Where angels fear and devils are faint... If Love durst not then forever must then wait. I remember the story of two who fell in love... His name became his enemy, and He o'er her family She did make that choice. I would be that Romeo, say you my Juliet... And with you in my arms I would die once more again. With you I would cast off the sins, an choose to hold you in the end. When together,two become one, Star crossed lovers can find the peace of each others arms. when as one we will fly, Into that bitterless sky.
Momma's in the kitchen frying chicken Daddy's got the game on the old TV Two brother's playing and fighting in the parlor It's just the way things used to be Momma stayed home and raised us kids Never had much except love if I recall Daddy worked everyday but Sunday Then again, I guess we had it all We got our clothes from people up the street Their kids were older and always well dressed They would send a box down once or twice a year And we'd thank God, we were so blessed Shared a bicycle between five brothers Had all we needed and so much more Never saw a government check until we enlisted I guess they forgot to tell us we were poor Lived in an alley full of kids Second house in a row of seven Learned to work for whatever we wanted This was our little piece of heaven No one stole from one another Respected all and what they worked for Slept like a baby, three to a room Never bothered locking a door We have so much now it's mind boggling In a way I guess we lost our senses Corrupted with greed, we became reclusive Instead of bridges, we built fences Return with me to those forgotten times When we treated our neighbor just like a brother Never got judged by the way we dressed And people cared about one another Remember Jackie Gleason and the Honeymooners Lawrence Welk on a Saturday night Breyer's ice cream from the corner store Lassie and Dragnet in black and white Uncle Miltie and Bishop Sheen Robin Hood starring Richard Greene Superman and a matinee With Dinah Shore, see the USA Riding grassy hills in a cardboard box Taking little brother for long summer walks Forgotten times spent with a friend Times we thought would never end A life full of riches doing all that we could A life full of struggles, even the bad times were good Somewhere in the distance a lone church bell chimes While I close my eyes and dream of forgotten times.
She sits thinking, How wonderful it would be, To have her love, her destiny. What unfolds in her life, makes it all worthwhile. To be with that man, that extra mile. Her tree has it's birds, butterflies too, That visit each day, making things new. Her garden does grow, Bringing beauty all around, Flowers in a row, Some so profound. She gazes at her walkway, That leads to her door, And imagines him there, just as before. Such a good time they had, In this beautiful land, Always good, never bad, As they would walk, hand in hand. Now he has gone back, To the land of his birth, But their love did not lack, It gave life such worth. A candle in the window, Her desires all around, The light does glow, For the love she has found.
Its Raining… God's Cleansing Tool Cloud-Concerto… How Cool ! Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools… who, don't have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain… … I think I'll go Join Them… Again Amen
One day, I will be happy... i will love i will be at peace i will stop crying i will not hurt One day, I will walk with you... we will talk softly we will hold hands we will love we will cry together One day, things will be okay... no one will die no one will cry no one will hurt no one will be alone One day, things will be clear... we all will understand we all will share our light we all will be found One day, all questions will be answered... our hearts will be resolved our minds will be at peace our persons rested one day..
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.
A ring of truth, a silver star, so set me adrift and I won't get far, but tether my soul to astounding faith and all that is left is my rippled wake...
Her dark eyes reflect Tranquil waters beyond dusk When she does not cry.
Close your eyes and count to three Wish a lovely wish and you will see Sparkling dewdrops glistening of rain Fields of flowers where tiny elves reign Soaring gliding birds give rides for free Chattering squirrels live in a willow tree Gathering nuts for the long winter ahead Scattering leaves to line their little beds Twinkling teardrops light the sky at night Dusting trails of diamonds glittering bright Luminescent moon glowing in scholarly ease Excellence of purity to be seen in the trees Dancing angels carving beauty in all of life Wending paths of love erasing life's strife Close your eyes and count to three Wish a lovely wish and you will see
When first I came to know this world, my eyes were young and hurt, And O're the years I came to know, the expression in my heart, I fought my way through love and pain, through heart break, and much worse, Until one day I found a man, who could love me at my best and worst, He would drive me to the point of insane, yet bring me back to laughing tears, He could make my eyes weep in shame, yet hold me close and i would heal, 18 years, it took to know that I would never leave his side, For when I was born I knew this man; Inside my soul, the knowledge survived, I found him after 16 years, And knew I loved when i reached 17, Now the age of womanhood is apon me, and if asked Ill respond, it is his wife I shall gladly be, Sweet eyes so young, but aged too, my love today, I explain to you.
God will open doors Normally shut by mankind He will make a way
It's been a long time Since I've felt an angel's touch It's been a long while Since I've laughed this much I've been burdened by my past Afraid to let it go To forgive the sins I know I've made It took a long time to know That I am just a woman Who's never had the chance To spread my wings and fly away To be happy when I dance To appreciate the sunshine That I have so much to give I'm stronger than I thought I was And I'm learning how to live Time had just been passing years have come and gone Never taking any credit For battles I had won Now I treasure every moment I've learned to take a bow Living well is ageless And time does allow To be just a woman Who's not afraid to fall Who recognizes courage Who deserves to have it all I've discovered my own passions I've left the past behind I can climb any mountain Not afraid to find…that I am just a woman Who's never had the chance To spread my wings and fly away To be happy when I dance I appreciate the sunshine I have so much to give I'm stronger than I thought I was I'm learning how to live.
Cockle shell candles and firefly lights padding the path to the woods Grass crunched and scattered in weeds and in patterns of the way every garden should look Cobblestone herb baths and sleepy old stars shooting the breeze in the dark Waiting for someone to wish and discover the cobblestone path in their heart Night time is patient and fragile and ancient with secrets just bursting to share Turn up the jasmine and glow in the shadows with eyes open wide to the moon Luxuries lunar light swinging old stars parading their final hurrah Flittering fireflies brush up on moves as they follow the trails of the heart Pumpkin shaped lanterns delight the warm eye orange and gold muted voice Hanging from tree limbs bent down to oblige and also to be understood Fly on with sonar and pipe cleaner wings soaring above all the lights Lit up like secrets, hovering, weaving simplicity's gifts of the night...
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth . you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens , Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors. not one Color is less significant then another , for every color is equal here . This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers. All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another . All Flowers are equal here . It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed . For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow. No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another . money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here . You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens . A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. There is a place of beauty and Worth. This place will not be found on Earth . It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Blessed are those who naturally possess a strong sense of self and solid self-esteem. -----This is nature at its best. Vulnerable are those who solely succumb to relying on extrinsic forces to consider their self-worth. -----This calls for nurturing in its most primal state. If children grow up being enjoyed rather than tolerated, They learn to accept themselves and others. If children are liked as well as loved, They feel like they fit in the world; They have a sense of belonging. If children are talked "to" rather than "at," They find their own voice. If children are included in good humor and laughter, They're inclined to believe that wishes come true. If children are showed faith by actions and prayer, They are quick to have hope. If children live with peace and harmony, They discover their own Truths with confidence. ~Such sustenance rears individuals with promise and positive perspective. ~It is the gift of healthy self-esteem; ~A positive self-concept. If nurture naturally embraced you, have gratitude. Be joyful in the acceptance of you and those around you. Remain involved with self-discovery and improvement. Raise your head high and breathe; for, You are the fortunate. *** Written for John Heck's "Switch" Contest***
This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves as my guideline that I shall follow happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly for the sake of our love life. Indeed l am well aware of the fact that the beauty of this pledge does not only lie in word alone but in action as well. For that reason in every season I shall show steadfast commitment to the implementation of this pledge with a great deal of astuteness. I therefore commit myself to be your devoted and delivering husband for all the years l shall live with you on this earth. I shall treat you with the love and care you deserve as my wife. Indeed l shall treat you with the distinction and dignity that is befitting of the queen of my heart. That body, that bone, that breath shall be my mine to treasure, for sure; a dearness to promote and protect for dear life…and love! I shall stand by and with you in all the situations of our life. If the situation demands that we sail, sail we shall together. If the situation demands that we climb, climb we shall together. I know very well what l am getting into: I am getting into a marriage that is overflowing with blessings. This marriage- with our mutual commitment- will stand the test of time. I know very well what I am getting into: I am getting into a relationship that brims over with a transforming power of love. This marriage-with our mutual commitment – will transform naivety into maturity troubles into challenges pretence into practice pride into progress bachelorship into companionship. I pledge to be your steward and partner for all times. I shall value the consultations and decisions that we make as husband and wife. As head of the family I shall do nothing to derail our love train for anything else least of all for personal and selfish reasons. Now and forever I am your lawful and loving husband… This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves as my guideline that I shall follow happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly for the sake of our love life. Indeed I am well aware of the fact that the beauty of this pledge does not only lie in pronouncements but in practice as well. For this reason every season I shall demonstrate untiring love and loyalty to you; a love and a loyalty that is a living embodiment of our marriage vows. I therefore commit myself to be your honouring, supportive and loving wife for all the years l shall live with you. I shall treat you with the love and care that you deserve as my husband. Indeed I shall treat you with the dignity and nobility that is befitting of the king of my heart. On my mind it is always fresh that I am the flesh of your flesh. Green or grown I am the bone of your bone. I know very well what I am getting into: I am getting into a relationship that elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood. I shall endevour to put my family first with all the rights, obligations and privileges that come with wifehood. I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off loneliness and lostness from our relationship, seeking nothing but your companionship; banking on your stewardship, sinking together any hardship. Since you are mine I shall not do anything else to undermine our relationship for personal or egotistical reasons. Now and forever I am your lawful and loving wife…
If love does not live so that love may live, Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship; Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give, Darkness and void with no inspired lips; If love is quashed short of its golden prime, Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite; Crushed from its age of blossoming on time, Like breath strangled from life not to unite! Then O' love, send me Pegasus to ride, Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky; Touching constellations with them abide, Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye: Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!
"Boy! We're gonna be the best of friends! Lying here, I watch you sleeping, I sure hope that this will not be a trend 'Cause when we play ball,the goal you'll be keeping Since Mommy told me you would be coming I've been waiting for a very long time Now each day I see how much you're growing Imagine the joy of knowing you're here and are mine! From the first moment you arrived home I've noticed when you sleep, time goes pretty slow And sometimes, you seem to sleep just like a stone! But that's ok! Mommy says sleeping makes you grow I smile as I imagine the two of us at play And picture in my mind the many things we'd learn We'll pet horses at the zoo and feed them hay Come Christmas we'll buy gifts with money we'll earn I love you, my 'lil brother, Lucas I wish you'd hurry up and grow Yes, we will be causing some rocus I'll teach you all you need to know!" ~*~ By Annalise 04/29/11 FOR: Miranda Lambert's "Brotherly Love" Contest (Inspired by photo of Logan as he watches his baby brother, Lucas sleeping)
My sweetest love hearest thou my advice Let's leave for the garden of sweet paradise We will live under a rainbow with cherries Eat sweet mangoes and bright berries; Build a cottage in its midst with a skylight Bake gingerbread as the sunsets at twilight Shower in the misting rain on our lawn Sing sweet songs with the birds at dawn; Make fireflies' lanterns soothing our mood The ravens will bring us nourishing food The sparrows will build our resting nest Oh my love—my darling, my earnest: Together we will wish upon a shining star, And from each other we shall never be far! ~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~ © Revised 5/31/10 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~ 5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest. Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010 ~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran. ~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
I am the hypocritical Christian. I say I follow Christ, But I'm still consumed by my demons. I go to church on Sunday, But I refuse to invite someone back. I want to serve on mission, But I'm too afraid to act. They think I read The Bible, But I just fall asleep in it. They think I'm positivity and smiles, But underneath I'm death and addictions. They think I'm clean and pure, But I'm broken and mistaken. I say I'm not worthy of His love, But Jesus will never let me be forsaken. I pray long prayers, But inside they're empty repetition. It might look as if my faith is strong, But my core is too easily shaken. I say the things I'm supposed to say, But don't follow His actions or obey. I speak the truth the church wants to hear, But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe. I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough To be loved by God and saved through Christ, But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace; It's a free gift. I accept; Now forgiven, changed, and released. Thank You God, Thank You Jesus, Thank You Holy Spirit! In Jesus' Holy Name, We pray, Amen!
"I Do Believe" The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} to enrich God within us to an optimum level so that We as Humans can be guided by God to fuel out brothers and sisters with the same driving force to connect with the living God, to His existence and to See the Invisible, Believe the Incredible, and to Receive the Impossible to our everlasting journey to Heaven. Rev. Samuel Mack Copyright 2013 http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com
Life is a many things Sometimes life is a dark tunnel, But every tunnel has a light at the end I will be your lantern to guide the way Cling to me and I will keep you from the darkness Life is a giant battle. I will be your shield and spear Your spear to pierce through the horrible people Who want to harm you, Your shield to protect you From the battles you cannot win your self life is many things my dear But I am here, For you to use, to cherish, and love. Life is many things my dear. But you are not alone. I am here.
If I were to be granted three wishes today. I'd wish for a mind that would stay clear always. I'd wish that in the beginning, man had not sinned. So that the world wouldn't be in all the trouble it's in. I'd wish for some toys, so that we could all play. And be happy and carefree, together always. So if these three wishes could possibly come true. Then living would be wonderful and we'd never be blue.
VELA (CANDLE)First Spanish version, scroll down for English) Yo ser' para ti. Toda la vida que me queda la vivir' para ti y cuando el tiempo haya terminado, morir' por ti. Dir' tu nombre en cada vela que encienda, respirar' tu nombre. Te susurrar', cada oraci¢n que diga ser siempre parte de ti. Por toda la eternidad, y as¡ ha sido y ser siempre, y cuando deje este mundo, aquello vendr conmigo en la luz de una vela. Todo el mundo sigue girando, haciendo el d¡a y la noche, y de la oscuridad a la luz, ser s siempre parte de cada oraci¢n que yo diga. Yo ser' para ti. Como una fresca quebrada de la monta¤a que se desborda por ti como una c lida brisa de verano entre los rboles para ti. En el brillo de una vela, todo lo que he sido o llegue a ser por toda la eternidad, tu ser s parte de todo lo que yo haga siempre. Yo ser' para ti. Traducci¢n: Emilio J. Saavedra M. CANDLE I will be for you. All my life that is left, I will live for you, and when time has run out, I will die for you. I will speak your name in each candle that I light, I will breath your name. I will whisper you, every prayer I ever say will be part of you. For eternity, and forever it has been, and will always be, and when I leave this world, it will go with me. In a candle light all the world keeps on turning, making day and night, and from dark to light, you'll be part of every prayer that ever comes from me. I will be for you. Like a cool mountain spring that overflows for you like a warm summer breeze through the trees for you. In a candle glow, everything I've ever been or will ever be for eternity, you'll be part of everything I ever do. I will be for you. © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
I am reminded of... the days I would watch her work in her flower garden for hours at a time I am reminded of... the days she would take me by my hand and say come along help grandma I am reminded of... me carrying my little bucket along to help her water all of her flowers I am reminded of... The smiles that would cover grandma's face when new flowers would be blooming I am reminded of... sitting on the bench with her and watching the butterflies fluttering amongst the flowers I am reminded of... The birds singing their happy songs as they flew around the flower garden I am reminded of... the wind drifting by us and the fragrance of the flowers floating all around us I am reminded of...our walks back from the flower garden and our talks along the path back to her house I am reminded of...how much I miss her everytime I smell these beautiful flowers that still grow in her flower garden In Loving Memory of my Grandmother Helen Lyvine (Fosnaught) Myers Entry: 5th Poem on the Soup for P.D.'s contest 12th Place winner
L-iving in a world of vast souls formed from another voided world, E-ntering thru portals from their world to earth. O-ozing spetacular smell and wail when the chips are down. N-urtured from cradle to adulthood-independent entity with a new world to face. O-rganizes oneself for the task ahead,passing thru hurdles of life unabased and unabashed. R-eaps the fruit of labor with joy or heavy heart. A-ge sets in,mission accomplished or not will dawn on the entity. I-n retrospect,he thinks about his childhood and how life was to him. L-iving in confidence or shame,he bows his head in victory or defeat. O-nly the taste of time will tell the durability of his achievements. V-oid of preference the aim result bears the foundation for his lineage. E-njoyment or lack lies with the works of the man,for there is no food for the slothful. Y-oung ones,a stitch in time saves nine,make haste while the sun shines. O-iling your lamb always like the ten virgins is the key to success. U-rging you to shun peer pressure and focus on the course marked out for you by fate,so a fulfilled life you shall live. An acrostic for you Leonora Galinita.
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.
Lips touch the tip of morning with the awakening of thine eyes, accompanied by inexhaustible thoughts of only you. Drifting away from abed, thoughts trace in tandem with thy body in lost sight within the flat-bottomed vessel. Water pouring down accreting to the seductive oils forming to crystallized foam. Drowning deeply in Love. Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT 08-02-2012
Dear Father, Who coverest Thyself with Light as a garment; who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain Whom makest Your angels spirits; Your ministers a flaming fire "You," whom walkest upon the wings of the wind; clothed, with Honour and Majesty ~ Crush me; that I may die unto the dust of which, I truly am That I stand not within the ever present shadows of such, tainted beliefs.... Bound in the chains of lies; deceiving myself; this, darkeness of a blinding vanity Lift my eyes and hold me there; "You," whom trieth the hearts and the reins of "Life" Within Your loving hands, direct my Souls path; aside these still Waters of such, Sanctity ~ Lead me that I may live beyond this place and time; tides; alluviums allusions cast away Walking upon the shores to breathe, the fragrance of Paradise; tears, poured from Thy bottle Turn my deepest purest thoughts that I may forever behold, Thy unsearchable Glories.... Strengthening my humbled heart that in death knowing, I shall find Radiance of Bright ~ Standing beyond the banks of lost perdition; soon to be forgotten amid, scorching winds Burn, this amissful spirit of perception; understanding now found upon the coals; "Salvation" Take my softened templed hand and, lead me unto the throne of, "Everlasting Celebration" Until the ends of All in All; surrounded, by kings and queens and princess' and, princes Your joyous and blessed Children of, "Loves," immaculate Creations ~ Crush me that I may be; for, "You Are, 'The Most High of Gods'".... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "My, 'Dear, Beautiful Father!!!'"
I miss you dad every single day The wonderful Times I remember Are the times we spent together going To dinner and church The times I will cherish always on this earth Your gentle ways and smiles and hugs Made Life worthwhile for this is true Forever you are missed in my heart and soul But the forever is Heaven and you are there basking In the Light of the Lord I miss you dad and loved you so much But eternity is yours to no longer hurt Cancer is what took you far too soon I am always remembering your hugs and I loved you so much too. Eternity is there for you now and forever Remember I love you and Kisses from here to you in the forever they call Heaven from earth
Can a relationship last without trust, How long will a relationship last without genuine love, What do you see when you look into your partners' eyes, How do you feel when they are in your arms, Are you comfortable with your sprouse, Do you still see the sparks when you kiss, Feel the energy when you curl up beside each other, Do you still play and laugh with each other, Or is abuse slowly creeping in, Do you still make plans talk about future events, Don't let your relationship become a daily drag, Trust,genuine love,comfort,communication and care, The spieces of a great relationship, Season your relationship well, And enjoy a life filled with love and more love...
You asked me yesterday my love If I would become your wife Let me tell you that forevermore You will only be in my life. There's something I must say to you These things my love are true You must never forget these words I say Because my darling, I love you. My heart's your forever My mind and body too I give you completely A love that's pure and true. I'll never ever hurt you We'll never part My darling I have loved you Right from the very start. I answered yes to you my love I open up my heart Because love isn't easy For love is an art.
I am from cartoons, and plain cereal with sugar. I am from the leaves that fell, and the wind in which they stir. I am from the county fair, with ice cream on a child's nose. I am from that mystery book, that can never be closed. I am from the confusion you get, when you can't figure it out, and from that one mysterious boy, you want to know all about. I am from the blue tears, that stroll down your face, and from broken hearts, from the boy you chased. I am from the blue skies and green pastures, where angels will fly. The place I dream of every night, Where no one ever cries.
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."
Pieced together thin slices like a slivered moon mosaic cobbled snapshots of splendor and pain Fractured glints of crashed boundaries uncollected past dues mingled souls' shredded fabric a patchwork insane shimmered moonglow does knock on your window each night poke your nose through the fog and unlock the safety chain
I just want my summertime To be at a stand still. Sometimes, when women cross my mind, I'm not sure just what to feel. I'd like to call her friend, And I want us to mean something. I can find several, yet in the end, It seems like all I have is nothing. So where is the evidence That says I should move forward? Show me a sign that's heaven sent; A point I should move toward. ©2013 Honestly JT
I will tell a funny story of a bear that's hunkydory How 'e lives a life of comfort in a pickle on a tree When the summer comes 'e fishes, an' 'e eats 'em off o' dishes Till the day 'e ran in 'orror from 'is shadow on the sea So 'e trundled of gallumphing, till 'e couldn't run for 'uffing And 'e settled down in Puddington where honeyed puddings grow There 'e lived a life so royal, till his dream began to spoil For 'e longed to have a mamma bear with cubby bears in tow 'E trotted to the pickle-tree, that shady spot beside the sea An' asked about if any knew his fav'rite childhood chum 'Is special bear at last 'e found, and knelt upon the berry-ground An' there besought if she would be a wifey bear and mum A mummey bear she'd gladly be, she'd mend 'is clothes and make 'is tea And have as many fuzzy bairns as God saw fit to bless So off they went to Pudding Town, the bear and wife, now Mrs. Brown Which place they 'ad their little bairns, and lived in 'appiness First place in Nursery Rhyme contest.
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes, mesmerizing, your gaze transporting me to a realm, not of fantasy, real, where young men go when cupid's arrow takes root. Since first I saw you, it was your lips, captivating, holding me frozen in anticipation of our lips brushing for the first time. Since first I saw you, it was your voice, a crescendo, light, invigorating, each word you speak intensifies my hearing, enveloping each note, time ceases as I hang motionless savoring, memorizing. Since first I saw you, it was your hair, long, flowing, gently rising above your shoulders as a slight breeze passes through sending waves of your essence my way. The sun magnifying each strand, highlighting the minute variances of invigorating color, creating a halo effect, a portrait of your beauty forever imprinted. Since first I saw you, It was you, my love forever more for you, only you.
'Tis strange where we should get the notion That poetry expressed in motion Should within the human form reside. When nature gives us many chances Unpractised and ephemeral dances Like in a muddy field when sheep collide Truth is, that nature's not so humble And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide Uncaring it leaves all revealed And is not shamed if one small field Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun Those naughty sheep and every one Is doing what convention has denied The hillside's muddy, wet and slick With crazy sheepies sliding quick Down to the bottom, down where sheep collide. Many count good nature's fare The birdsong and the country air Among the wonders of the countryside But strange delight can yet be found In woolly bodies sliding round A simple muddy field where sheep collide. While nature guides celestial spheres In cosmic dances, it appears, With majesty the earthborn are denied Down far beneath in mud and grass A sheep slides on its woolly a***: A sense of fun, though not a sense of pride.
your presence is: sweeter than a ripe mango filling to the soul © Joseph, 6/11/08 © All Rights Reserved
She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.
I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell Dedicated To P.D.
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.
A caring one is more Than sweet fragrance, Even when sweet fragrance ends, The caring one remains...
I hear the straw hum stretched chords groan and snag my heart leaving me composed.
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
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?
There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be ! Some Say, It's In A Kingdom Of Dreams Others Say, It's As Real As You & Me The Legend Says, There's A Kingdom Of Love In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest & So, This Is Where I'll Start, My Friend, Tho', This Isn't Where The Real Tale Begins You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of 'Interesting' Tracks & Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack There Was Adell of Deep Wells … & Dio, The Devoted & Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted There Was An Irish Lass, O'Leary Of Laughter & The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter & Devonshire, The Dove & Highlander Of Heather-Cove Of First To Join Search: For Soup & Treasure-Trove Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land & Ismael, A Dream-Merchant From His Own Island The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure ! There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest & A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away & The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ... Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read & The Legendary Language That Sir Lamoureu Pledge Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer But She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman Part 1 of 2
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.
Here I lie beside you My heart goes thump.thump.thump. My soul dances inside you Reveling in the texture of your own. Electric and flowing The currents of our love Glow like neon lights Illuminating the hope in my eyes. Though we're not moving I feel so incredibly alive Invincible to my past Untouchable by all who lack That gentle touch of when You lean in and brush my face Your lips grazing my skin Softer than a butterfly. And then you gaze into my eyes I fall into your depths Twirling like the autumn leaves Melting into your smile Your soul reminiscent of summer. You pull me into your arms And for a moment I'm lost Breathless and in awe Staring in the face of pure exquisite love And there you are - holding it Glowing in the moonlight of my stare. My heart beats - its drum pounding away Echoing a song thats lost its words I touch your cheek and smile My hands cant stay away My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours Hovering, and then - Part, a soft warmth against them. My eye lids pulling shut Dragging me into a silent heaven I pull away - and what seemed millennia Lasted only a moment, a second in time But this is our love This is what you do to me You make me invincible and fragile Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.
She mentioned being walluntorspearsed about me, but it is I, who should instead, be walluntorspearsing about her. I have flown towards the sun on wings of moogsmoorwood, only to crash into the harsh leavened steppes of Inglesnegativebroten. After mending bones and burghainboggles, I found myself in the middle of wandering Wartanwursters, drooling for a taste of my blood, gnashing their sharp schneezers. I have died a thousand deaths, been resurrected by the prayers of virtue, by the Hoodoo of Hearsaylookspeaknottooloudeoles, and Wax Saints in the mountains of Fleurflippantistan. With a magnolia in my mouth, spider's webs spun over crowns, and a charcoal circle on my hand, I fly on wings of moogsmoorwood, with peace, love and the folly to be found in-between. And yet, she walluntorspearses about me! Is she naive, or is she a Saint? Is she hollow, or is she filled with golden rain? Does she truly know wot she is biting into? Ah yes, the questions keep moving through my mind, filling me with walluntorspearse, for I cannot quite figure out if she is strong enough to face the truth about Grimm-Gloommers, or if she is in fact strong enough to take them on - to open my eyes wide enough, to let her have a go at them without meddling in the outcome, to prove that I can stop walluntorspearsing about her.... ....that she may very well be stronger than I. Yes. The possibility alone, already offers a calming salve.
If I had only one day left with you, I would ask that day be in God's own time, one day, a lifetime, every moment an expression of love, every hour a new adventure. twenty four hours to slowly pass with you at my side, a never-ending dream, always giving thanks, one day left with you, would be eternity.
I have a wooden cedar box Filled with precious things Most of no value to you But joy to me it brings A copper penny, 1961 The year I was given life A withered old white rose From the day I became a wife Two certified legal documents That tell me that I am free A US birth certificate And a final divorce decree Golden locks, adorned with ribbon Clipped from the head of my son A bag filled with tiny teeth Exchanged for a dollar one by one A report card, five A's and one B My sons first year at school A tattered silken blanket Still covered with infant drool A book of poems that I had written While I was a rebellious teen Fifty plus love letters From then, now and in-between Old yellowed photographs Of family long since gone A dozen crayon pictures That both my kids have drawn Hospital anklets, pink and blue That both my children wore A stupid keep out sign That I used to hang on my door Each item within this box Is a memory that I hold dear I keep them for a distant time When my memory won't be so clear So if you wish to see inside To you I have one request Do not call it just a box 'Cause to me it's a "TREASURE CHEST"
Jesus~ Earned his name~ Suffered all the pain~ Under the hands of men~ Settled with hate against him~ Compassionately he forgave them still~ He loved us then and he always will~ Rising he gave us the right to survive~ Intoxicating he is to all of our lives~ Supplying our each and every need~ Thank you father, For blessing me~ Our king above kings~ Understanding he brings~ Radiant he is indeed~ Living for Christ is the greatest thing~ Only in him may you rest in peace~ Remember each day to trust and forgive~ Divided from him is no way to live~
Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson Sep. 13, 2012 My Poetry on PoetrySoup Stinking Thinking Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./ What moisten the soul without an inkling?/ Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./ Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley, Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./ How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/ Now it's as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/ Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./ As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./ Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./ Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/ Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/ It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./ So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/ When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it. That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed. Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup God Bless.
If every solemn night you wish For dreams to become real While daylight hours are spent in vain No higher goals appeal Then how shall any wondrous joy Upon you be bestowed? When your own hands rest in your lap No effort have you showed For waiting doesn't prosper one When action is required And patience only goes so far When meaning is desired Get up now from your idle seat And seize what's left of now Grasp every single ounce of joy This new day will allow!
It is 2012 within the season of autumn in that year. Humankind knows not whether to be sad or cheer. A new sphere arrived; they call it planet kunzite. In an orbit opposite of earth, aligned perfectly right. Was it our doom, or salvation we awaited a sign. Upon the next moon, our answer came so divine. Planet kunzite was to be our new home to live. To go in peace and harmony with only love to give, No more wars or anger for any human to spread, In the stars surrounding, words are there to be read. Kunzite a jewel for everyone, especially new born, So upon each morning a new greeting shall adorn.
When I was just a little girl, I dreamed I'd meet a knight. He'd proudly wear his shining armor, and guard me day and night. I kept on dreaming half my life and searched as I grew. Until I found my knight one day, I found my knight in you! Before our paths crossed that day, my struggles had been great. But when I laid my eyes upon you, I thought it must be fate. You gently got to know me and embraced me as a friend. And as our friendship grew in time, we knew it wouldn't end. As our lives were set in motion, we climbed mountains and sailed seas. And as we've shared our lives together, we've blended with such ease. Our friendship grew as years passed by into such an enduring love. This thing we have together now was blessed from God above! I know we both have said it. We feel it in our souls. We've devoted our lives to each other, and together we'll grow old. The love we share is very rare, and should be held with high esteem. For some may only find this kind, only in their dreams. This is what God planned for us, to live here on this land. To be the best we both can be, walking through it hand in hand. Even when our roads seem rough, we must have a faith that lasts. We'll smile as we share many today's, and reflect gladly on our past. I hope I've touched your life my love, as much as you've touched mine. For this is the love I've always dreamed of, a love both gentle and kind. I believe we meet our "soul mate" only once in our lives. This blessing from God has come to us, I'm proud to be your wife. With all this said my poem will end. A poem for my love, who is also my friend! I want to thank you with all that I am, For showing me Darling, the true love of a man! With all my love, Michelle Merry Christmas – December 2006©
The heart of our hearts, the bone of my bones. The fresh of my fresh, The sweet of sweets. As the first man was happy for the creation of woman from his rib, the same way I am happy with my parents. I really love my parents, as I love myself with all my heart. I wish to thank God for their presence. No one can separate me from my parents. To separate, it will be death. "My parents are my strong weapons, powerful tools for my defense. Whatever I do, I remember my parents. Even if its peace, even if its danger. I appreciate for my protection, since I was born. They protected me with all their hearts, as a leopard protects its young, as a dog protects its meat. They loved me, as meat attracts flies. Really they did a good job. I praise their services and uncountable support provided to me since I was born until the level I am. I respect my parents, and I can't speak evil to them. If I do, it's a sin and a real curse. I can't forget when I was young, they looked after me together with my sisters and other family relatives at large. The orphans and the disabled. it's their efforts that made me what I am. Not only me, but also you. Your parents made you what you're. Don't despise them, our parents our life. The family heroes, gods of earth and foundation for human development. They are real heroes!! We can't despise them, they are our life. Our foundation.
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.
Gazing at the stars in a beautiful night sky, she feels the silent wind slowly passing by. As the cool gentle breeze caresses her skin, it ruffles her dress again and again. As the waves from the ocean cover the sand, the wind sways her hair as she brushes it with her hand. She stands with a smile in the light of the moon, hoping the breeze will come back soon. Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Published by Publish America
Cast the burdens of your heart Into the restless sea Allowing them to be forever swallowed Setting your heart free Release the troubles from your mind Unto the whispering wind Never to be heard from Within your mind again Empty the sorrow within your soul Unto the blistering sun For it to be forever burnt up Once this deed is done Breath in deeply the beauty of life Releasing all vexations of past days Being thankful as you exhale As all tensions have been cast away Danny Boy:4-1-13
Men say there are no absolute truths... The Truth Man can govern himself. He just doesn't have the ability to do this successfully. The Truth There is one God. He has a name. He has a son. Their names are different. The Truth When you die, you are dead - not ghosts. It is that simple. That's it, for now… The Truth Even though humans die, we were never meant to. We were designed for a time without end. The Truth The most circulated book in the history of Man must be more than a "book." The Truth Happiness can be attained, even in a completely miserable place. The Truth There is no such place as a fiery Hell of torment, except in pagan mythology. The Truth There is a Heaven. However, its purpose is not what you think. The Truth The meek shall inherit the Earth. The Truth... ...is not that far from you.
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
Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace; don't feel the rage of those frightening storms... whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase. Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease; and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days... until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace. We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance; they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders... whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase. Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace; God has blessed us and given us true happiness... whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase. And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace, let that thought quickly vanish into darkness; until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace... whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.
Bravery is the father of fears Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares Hope is the sister of prayers Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere It's a battle between personality and reality But obviously nobody cares Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared Planning is deeply in love with prepared Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination Ignorance is jealous of realization Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation Silence can never defeat a great proclamation When the brain disagrees with the heart The body dies of complications Love your self...
Sifting warm sand through my fingers, shimmering fine grains glitter my palm. Sand, filled with life's memories of nut brown days of summer. A soft silk breeze formed dunes with our dreams that summer when we danced to the stars. My heart laced yours listening to the sea undulating waves of emotion as we kissed on the velvet strand. I still hear the rhythm of the ocean. Waves tumbling in unison, a sweeping sound gently caressing as we lay silently listening to sand shifting over stone to the faint chiming of seashells. My first love a sea salted embrace on a breast of sand. The memories forever held in the sand in glitter on my hand.
And then I took this box of blight, and cast it into the sea of forgetfulness Once I had finally realized, that it had become a Pandora unto myself.... A portal of passage towards darkness' infiltering of my heart To oppress and repress, within these guises of its warmth and love!? For a few years now I have faced this siege it seems Relentless within its assault; as it entrapped me within its enthralling snares Amid, these cyber space affairs.... Carnals descentuous desires, coursing through the chambers of ones mind To encumber the moments of it all; this winding maze of megrims melange The reasons why I came!? And the reasons why I am here?! Burning edges of this portrait; solstice melting amongst the fire This refining within the furnace, of a copper coloured gold Liquidized, and now pouring from my sediment covered lashes.... For here I have arrived beyond the gates, at sapients spired Cathedral To wash them from the purified vascular vases; cleansings at Saint Valentines! Standing before "The Father," within these absolute professions of truth ~ A spirit beseeched between, the seculars realms of want and need In through the slanted door, wherein my steps once more, took, the twisted turn.... When shall I know? And when shall they learn? Onshore land mines, which must forever be navigated throughout this life Blind to their presence; these bemusing crossbows of befuddled night?! Recipience, how you betray me; like an enemies sword thrust into my side Gushing these endless rivers of lapillus' lavender.... Mingled within my very own bereaving blood Seeping, from the virtuous veins of this unseen soul!? Placing it all upon the ground again, as I must turn to walk away Unto the vestige of understanding; drawing these "Holy Vesting Waters" ~ Into the sapphirine chalice, once bearing its wine.... To splash into this befoged visions, obscurities plastered shut That they may crumble into pieces like frozen epizoons of dust, as, I fall upon my knees "What is it that you desire that I should do for you?," He asked Before spitting into my eyes, "This Breath, of 'Light!'" ~ Placing His hand tenderly within my own, and leading me quietly unto the side "Welcome home," He smiled, "but I have been with you all of the time" While as He gently and lovingly wiped, the mud, from my blurried sight.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Prodigal Son!?
On mission trip overseas At least one week will do Hold babies gently squeeze Whether in cold where freeze In rain forest where view On mission trip overseas My hearts desire will please Feed hungry babies stew Hold babies gently squeeze Give up my life of ease Place on feet needed shoes On mission trip overseas Help babies who cough wheeze For mothers good tea brew Hold babies gently squeeze Perfect week just do these Open heart my love grew On mission trip overseas Hold babies gently squeeze
Delicate butterfly orchids stand paper thin and tall Perfect pout pink lip-gloss kisses with proud protruding power jewel centre Ephemeral Angels sign of life and hope renewed strength and passion Powerfully poised petals gently nod affectionate 'I love you's' long since they were given as gift bringing forth renewed romantic setting an idealistic reminder every day
Moon's Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways Moon's Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim's Place Moon's Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display Tho' She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase The Unknown and Known Questions Raised Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says … My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven's Face That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace Borne At The Blessed-Beginning's Base My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray … My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay – My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase And Beams Brighter Now … Tho' Slanted-Gaze … The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River … … Moon's Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace Moon's Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways Moon's Pilgrimage … Into The Night's Embrace … …
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
Obsessed with the thought of you wondering if it's only me or if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said and if you meant them how I took them or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head Obsessed with your very sentences Every response I take personal I know it's selfishness Have you not noticed my eyes? They hold secrets that only you can unlock if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust and other things I obsess over so much I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created where only you and I reside I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I begin to cry and think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair I know it's unfair but I don't care I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips, I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....
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.
I was not alone inside my loneliness I had company, stars flowers and birds But when you came in my life I saw the universe close to me. Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
At night I lay my soul to sleep, Closing my eyes there is no peep, This soft bed is just so mellow, My head rests on this fresh pillow. Forgetting the stress of the day I am in bed without delay. Soul at ease— the mind must follow, My head rests on this fresh pillow. Satin sheets over my shoulder, Keep me warm—not getting colder. Fantasy dreams I now billow, My head rests on this fresh pillow. At night I lay my soul to sleep, My head rests on this fresh pillow.
As a peaceful wind pushed long and free simple love had arrived in perfect time with a song of jubilation rolling pure through the valley a seed of love took flight in summer winds free simple love had arrived in perfect time as I lay naked upon ancient rocks of graceful light a seed of love took flight in summer winds free Gods grace in delicate strokes touched me as I lay naked upon ancient rocks of graceful light with a song of jubilation rolling pure through the valley Gods grace in delicate strokes touched me as a peaceful wind pushed long and free
Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas Searching forever for the great Land of Nod, To the place where they could find true peace. True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace. The love that twined forever within their hearts They sought throughout all the wonderous lands Going to the place where they would live in peace, A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land. The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land. Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find… Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land. So it's said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true, And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you. Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.
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.
Imagine me as a book covered with dust, A soul whose warmth for years remained untouched Letters on every page were ill-defined, unclear The essence was hidden in an ambiguous fear Uninterested I was in the societal rigmarole, Me and my outer self were at opposite poles Quite hesitant I was to turn to the next page As I knew it would amount only to stormy rage Quite concerned I was for my future pages and me, The so-called bright world appeared shadowy And in this dusky weather, suddenly the air felt unusual This didn't happen in years, the matter truly seemed crucial I bizarrely felt the warmth of cool welcoming zephyr My pages drifted, smiled and glinted like a pearl My dull existence got transfigured into a life full-of-beans Personified I was into a woman of worth, a woman of means And now after owning this bag full of happiness, I started reading the letters carved on me, This time they were decipherable and defined, They managed to unite me, my heart and my mind. I looked around, in quest of the soul who revived me Who passed by me and set my tangled soul free Seeing him was out of question, quite hazy he appeared to me, I could only fantasize him as a cozy breeze over the sea Now, this breeze could be felt only when you are around me You… only you and nothing beyond You… the only one to make my passion profound You… in your absence too you could be felt around You … the only one in whom I am found!
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.
Baby A couple's dream Born to give happiness Innocence brightening your face Baby
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...
He slowly opened the window sash Deeply breathing the cool morning air Feeling the warmth of the sunshine Embracing the morning so completely Bringing the spark of life to his face Listening to the sonnets of Warblers Inside the beauty of a summertime dawn… Slowly wandering to the Lilac gardens Resting on the soft greenery tufts He leaned into the white purple blossoms Inhaling deep the warm honeyed perfume Feeling the silk tendrils upon his face As the pure tiny droplets fell upon him A baptism in a pergola of morning blooms… The gentle whisper of Monarch's in flight Brought him to his feet in easy chase Reaching out chasing the sound of flutter He tumbled down the slope laughing Laying in the flower bed he reached skyward Decreeing the miracle of Mother Nature, he said "I only wish I could see it"…
Extraordinary, I am Craving for unusual thoughts Endless exploration without boundary Understanding the gift I shouldn't fought Invisible drawings in my mind Playing with the words in my head My passion The food of my soul I feel so lucky The random thoughts A lifetime companion A self esteem builder A goal planner Be my forever life saver I write more I talk less I want to please I chose to bore What tickles me the most Is to know what I'm for Thinking is my love When my mind goes empty That's when I hate My day dreaming lust Organizing things in my mind Playing roles of simulation Where images of art is my vision And words of attitude is my heart
Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does… Instead of stopping by, and thinking of me… You walked away and thought the worst of me! Instead of taking the time to ask; "Is anything wrong?" You got upset and told me; "I don't belong!" Instead of spending time with me in prayer… You "brushed me off." And didn't even care! Instead of extending God's mercy and grace… You "smeared my name" all over the place! Instead of being Christ example as you pretend to be… You made up your mind to "have nothing to do with me!" What if Christ treated others the way you do?" Would there being any meaning in HIS words; "I love you?" What if, for just a brief moment in time… Christ chose to be angry, rude and unkind? Are you willing to be Christ' example? Is his love in you? Can I find a "sample?" What if we all treated others the way Christ does? Knowing that it's all of us that Christ truly loves! May this be a wake up call and a reminder! We need to love as Christ does! And be kinder! By Jim Pemberton
"'He,' whom speaks into existence those things which were not as though, they are...." ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fables; to dream these seemingly impossible things!? A compiling compound upon the pages of a lifes, forever tarnishing of stories.... Drinking this mixture of both poison and cure; night after night and, day upon day Finding but, these mostly barren tainted walls; no repreives and no relief; vacancies This continuing onslaughts never ceasing to slay, the spirit of a living hope ~ Until one day the precious heart so finds, no more air left to breathe; condemned Slowly, it dies.... Depicting cycles repeating themselves once more as, deeper, into the mire they fall Beauty desperately countering within; framed moments to stem, these portraits; illusions Painted upon the canvas of creations reasons not knowing thus, nothing to win and or, lose?! Destinies foreclosures; deposits towards the paradigms of, signed sealed and delivereds Reciprocating affairs, amid the not so magical mystical mystery tours; misled.... Ponderings upon the reparians reflective waters; refrains perceptions; lost in the muse Bleed me a river please and then, break me in two, time and time and time, again!? Quondam sleeping now as, waxings cankerous sores somehow, speak their tolls Tomorrows, priceless tears.... Diagnosis being it so hopeless then, let us gather in what we can, while we can; deja vu ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The house, of fallon dreams?! Note: Smile ~ I was listening a bit earlier to the song, "Beautiful," by Mercy Me & I thought About certain lives & souls so, painted them a poe ~ "My 'Love & Warmth,' Always," John!:) ~
Enter a storybook tale Where I can be The heroine you hail Lucid dreams of soft reflection A touch heated with lust and desired protection A breathe a gasp as we succeed Join the fairytale with me Valiant night within dark eyes the right movement and I make them shine like moonlight on the steamy hot spring care to follow for a little dip with me Trailing like the water at my fingertips Grasp me around my hips As close as the breeze on my skin Whisper lies as I let you in Lips mumbling up my thighs bare heart exposed to the sky fire burning in my veins Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave Trembling with desire Take me till we've lost count of the hours enter this storybook tale Where I can be the heroine you hail
Love is a secret . . . Keep it Love is a rose . . . Grow with it Love is a mystery . . . Unfold it Love is an adventure . . . Chance it Love is beauty . . . Pamper it Love is a song . . . Sing it Love is a struggle . . . Deal with it Love is sorrowful . . . Mourn with it Love is a book . . . Renew it Love is a fire inside . . . Never let it die
May your married life be fruitful and full of color, And may your life together be forever entwined, like ivy on a wall.
people are like stars, some are younger, some are older, some are brighter, some are darker, some are bigger, some are smaller, but in the end we are all the same. all together. shining bright with our personality. dont care about what other people think. its their own opinion. be unique,be you. you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get. so shine like a star!!!
Acorn hats of wood balanced on each fingertip while giggles spill rich. Felt tip markers draw the eyes in this poor man's puppet show.
Be Still....... I will walk with God In the beauty of the morning While the dew still lies upon the ground While the birds still sing their morning song And while the evening sky still twinkles like neon lights And the sun still rises with its golden glow bathing everything in glorious light And in The evenings quiet where I live has entered its time of rest at calling dusk He still holds me tight in His warmth under downy wings soft like clouds that puff and blow across a horizon that only God could grow to water and shelter a land dependant on His goodness- Yes I still walk with God in great expectations- reliant on His promises of always being with me- And He- even amidst the horrors of war famine and disease and evil atrocities born from the darkness of evil- His promises are still new every morning that I wake- and He still bears me through the trials and carries my burdens and makes them light- He is still my Father- And He is still My Lord and- He still- Knows my name. © Brenda V Northeast 16th march 2012
So much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to shout. It was like being trapped behind bars without a way to get out. My mind going wild with all these questions of why. The only way to escape was to fall asleep or to cry. What did I do so bad that made me have to pay? My friends, my dreams, and my life was swepped away. I know I can do it! I try and I try. Nothing seems to get better. I sometimes wish I would Die. Starved for attention. I wanna talk to the world. I just miss being loved. Miss the warmth of a girl. Snickers and stairs is what my life has become. I'm treated like I'm a kid, like I'm sick, or I'm dumb. One day to the next. Life becomes work just to be alive. I thank god for my blessings. I thank god I survived. I finally see some improvement. More hope tickles my brain. It was worth all the time, all the tears, all the pain. I awake with a smile and new hope to move on. I did it! I did it! All those hard times are gone!
Slams Destroyed Her Head She was slammed by slam poetry, boo hoo! Some folks wondered about the hullabaloo. When bombarded with dread, Sad thoughts destroyed her head. Now, she thinks she's a blithering cuckoo! © July 17, 2010 Dane Smith-Johnsen
Jesus Immortal love Tranquility for us Our life everlasting thereof Above
One little flower Nods in the delicate breeze As the crickets hum
She, Of The Cosmic Essence Aware Of A Power Aware Of A Presence And Aware Of The Need For Our Desire To Rise Higher … and Higher To Our Optimum Height Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes Such Are The Verses She Shares To View And Reading Them, She's Showing You Her Cosmic Essence Insight Oh Patricia, You're An Alaskan Light … So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write ! For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- 'Autumn's Passing' Also - Your Poem 'Journey' is One) See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me … Your Poet-Friend, The MoonBee
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.
[beforehand i just want to let you know that i wrote this in honor of November 17th. which is To Write Love On Her Arms Day. im hoping to come up with a better one before than. but i still hope you enjoy this quickly-wrote one(: ] this is about me. this is my story. it is about my struggle, my fall downs, && all the breakdowns. this is about every wound i placed upon my body. over 60 self inflicted wounds, that as my story went on they began to heal. i stoped writing "give up" i began to write love on my arms<3 this is about me. this is my story. it is about my past. how it haunted me for years, && how im still running from some of it. this is how i went from a hood rat, to me actually caring about myself. i began to write love on my arms<3 this is about me. this is my story. it is about how i learned to keep the bottle off of my nightstand. i dont need liquor running through my veins 24/7. i started to look at life through sober eyes. i began to write love on my arms<3 && as i wrote this day after day, i saw that i was loved. i found comfort in better things then pills, liquor, && razorblades. && even though i am still in healing, my story is not over. && it will never be. i still write love on my arms<3
Love is all I have to give. Gentle describes my touch. I will give you all that I have. Though, I will never ask for much. Peace is what I bring to your mind. Hope is what I bring to your soul. The words that I speak are poetic. My words are worth more than gold. God will bring us together. Our bond will never be undone. I will be there to help fight your battles; Though the war may not have yet been won. I have always been there for you. Sometimes you let me pass you by. I will still do all I can to make you happy. I will console you when you need to cry. You sometimes look me over. Though, I will be who you turn to in the end. I have come to this world in many forms. I have been your mother, your sister, your friend. So take this time to acknowledge me. Give me the recognition I am due. I am the embodiment of a woman. A woman that has always been true. Do not take my love for granted. Do not toss me aside like a jacket that is worn. Many of you have heard the saying; "There is nothing like a woman scorned". My heart is a precious gift. Do not give me pleasure, and then give me pain. Do not disrespect my body. Do not take my name in vain. Please remember who I am. Acknowledge who I will be in the end. Know that someday with or without you. I will be someone's mother, sister or friend.
Thanks to Jan for inspiring this one She's quickly traveled to the top With her witty and charming repartee Her poetry rolls out nonstop She recently said she was a "student of life" Hope I can say the same of me Through the many long years passing through Learned how to be happy and free Not always easy but with a positive outlook You'll get over those difficult times Without a doubt you're going to discover Your mood will turn on a dime Take it from me, the Ole Jester Jack Wasn't always so "happy go lucky" But I'm certainly happier than a lot of people My life is really just ducky! © Jack Ellison 2015
The chirp of cloudy morning peal its wondrous beauty As it was a perfect moment to sip the taste of an old times Pampered and drawn by those vintage voices Shrunk in this sweet anomaly, the frames of a time roamer Word by word, time after time An anecdote is herding, I'm dancing in a rime Reread all my writes, feel the flakes of each verses My masterpieces in time, the journal of life's flavours Now I'm landing on a sketch of laughters Where I feel the rainbow of bliss A small creature is trying to stay In a warm belly it grows in its way Waiting is the first list to do Hoping for the best is the lovely second line I have another story to make And this time I offer you the lollipop in page
Snow sprinkles the ground as delicate as sugar crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage only found in the heart of a child's imagination. Like happiness it can melt in your hands, and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth hugging till the land soaks in it's providence white like the pages I battle with Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground And when it lands, A blanket of perfection glistening the season to a crisp gently the sun arises "there's no where to go today, I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."
Our love started out as a burning fire Nothing mattered but being in your arms With passions flames you lifted me higher How could I possibly resist your charms That special smile, the one I remember Nothing mattered but being in your arms The flame's subsided it's now an ember Others may not see but we both know That special smile, the one I remember I cherish the warmth of the ember glow Our love so much stronger than yesterday Others may not see but we both know For many others love has gone away We are so careful we tend to loves flame Our love so much stronger than yesterday Sure we have fun, yet love is not a game We are so careful we tend to loves flame Our love started out as a burning fire With passions flames you lifted me higher Gail Angel Doyle's Burning Embers Contest
a single white rose given to the one you want - apoligized to
Have you seen the soft and fluffy clouds drifting slowly through the skies, while you sit and listen quietly to animals mating cries? Have you seen the purple twilight as nighttime starts to show? Have you seen a million stars appear and make the sky aglow? Have you seen the golden moonlight caress the surging tide? Have you camped beside a campfire with your loved ones by your side? Have you heard a songbird singing on a quiet summer night? Have you seen a night-owl flying by just before daylight? Have you stood atop a mountain and gazed out upon the land? Have you seen some cattle grazing in the fields so green and grand? There's so much beauty in this world, be observant and you'll find, if you just step back and take it in, it can give you Peace of Mind!
The Holy Spirit is like the wind which, comes and goes Cascading diamonds of Light.... Swept into the breeze; met by Clouds of comfort Cherubs, whom disperse its Bright ~ Guardians and Messengers, sent, from the Glorious Throne upon high Close your eyes and take a ride, to where and from; this Telling through Time.... Now standing at Sanctities threshold; those delicate Deliverers; Sublime Idylically Endowed as the Psalmist; composed ~ By Passions loving Palms; this, the Pen of a ready Writer To gaze upon the Stars; to bow before the Stone; a Cloak of many Colours.... A Fragrant perfume; as Oil dripping from a Honeycomb; gently Such Sweetened myrrh of, Opulence ~ Beggers and Sojourners, sitting by the wayside Wayfarers, now dead unto this World yet, so very Alive.... Myoptic vision, washed from priceless Souls and, Branded upon their Hearts Piercings slicing through the night; Blessed Blades ~ Pantheons panes; Transcending, this Mortal glass Revelations upon the Wings of Deliverence from, these Tales once told.... Rubies and Sapphires and Amethyst to hold; azimuthic Amulets This Holy Spirit as the Wind which comes and, then goes ~ Cascading diamonds of such, Heavenly Light.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The Anointing" Note: Smile ~ "'Joyous & Happy Holidays,' to All; 'Love & Warmth,' Always," John!:) ~
My sweet angels, am designing a new house for you God, please may I borrow your lavish natural hues? That particular soothing shade of sky blue I'd use as my shelter, my roof would look good too! For the walls I'll take that calming green Mattresses of fluffy clouds, the whitest ever seen Twilight pink drapes, my gal's Fav color its always been Woody brown chairs, for my sleepy frame to lean. A little golden glitter, from delight of the sun A silvery shimmer mixed, the magic has begun Let stars twinkle bright in the room of my son A sky dreamer, he's always been one. An all season garden blossoming blooming forever Yellow sunflowers, violets and lilacs, splendorous ever Crimson beaked robins, saffron flamingos, amber beavers Amazing creatures and wondrous bottle-nest weavers. There will be a VIBGYOR arc always outside the window My children shall play hide and seek below Air kisses, to me, shall their rosy red lips blow As their scarlet cherry chubby cheeks glow! 20/7/2012
"What's your story?" she questions, "you seem interesting." wildflower in eyes I reply, "NOW." often people become confused by such a unique response not this one she's a beauty shiny minded stone lives warm under veins lacks definition of alone alone she stands tallest green blade unscathed each time the oily blade passes above erect she stays the same tingling pulses exhale her pores she'd rather sink than have to think the way of worldly whores still... malice skips her no ripples in the lake dripping from her face sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks gold flows throughout waves streaming locks sky clear eyes surprise those choosing to be consumed by her entice hands free of envy no webs to spin hips unmolested thighs slick turpentine be warned she will divide you no voodoo or silly twisted games though safe may escape you blemish-less untangled... the girl she Goddess baby of zero maybes KNOWS how? she knows as clarity lent us its giant umbrella her lipstick smacked my tongue from there we never looked back
"Draw near unto God and He will draw near unto you. Resist the devil, and he shall flee from you...." ~ The Book of James Chapter 4 ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Silken slivers.... Aside the rolling sea Falling from the knowing stars Beyond these swaying trees ~ Shadows playing, now Beneath their dancing leaves Twirling toward the waiting ground Amid this summer's breeze ~ Moonbeams.... Splashing upon their journied canvas Colliding, with the darkened skies Celestial colours of heavenly wonders These painting's, before my joyful eyes ~ Turning toward such whispers, now Which penetrate the darkened night Echoes of Angelic splendours Gliding, atop the timeless tide.... Twinkle twinkle, you silken stars Now I know, just who, you are! Walking toward the waiting shoreline ~ From beneath these swaying trees Endless lights of brightened wisdom Amid this summers breeze Truth, beyond the promised horizon Within this place I've seen ~ And heard Angelic voices Whisper, "Your Light," deep inside of me "The Father, of All Creation!".... .............."My Soul"............ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now waltzing upon, "Your Eternal, Sea!" ~
I was visited by ghosts again, last night, But they were not the ghoulish kind. These ghosts were friendly phantoms, From the sunshine meadows of my mind. First, came the Ghost of Childhood From his home, so far away. He took me back to green fields, Where I used to run and play. Some dark memories live there, They are always near, you see. But Ghost of Childhood was so bright, That they were forced to flee. Then, there came the Ghost of Youth, From somewhere up above. He took me back to summer nights Of soft ice cream, and puppy love. But here, were painful memories Of a tender, autumn day, But when they saw the Ghost of Youth, They quietly slipped away. At last, I met the Ghost of Years, And he seemed old and wise; I saw the love of long lost friends Glowing warmly in his eyes. Sweet memories of departed souls Prepared my heart to weep, But Ghost of Years smiled down on me, And lulled me back to sleep. My guardian ghosts surround me, And shield me with their might, When bitter memories come around To haunt me in the night.
Sinking pearls of stone, in an obligatory skip before the plunge Haloing the horizon in silver riddles and the earth is still. No tides to bite the green watered breath. No new moons eclipsed by the earth's turn to greatness. And we laugh. Laugh in salty brine and cosmos air. Following the stone's tunnels in a dive into the blue. Capturing smoothness of hair and palms. Breaking the evening ocean floor in rhythm as we catapult to surface calm. Silver tipped fish wings scatter in water rings. Algae backed hermit crabs skitter on crackling legs. And we are the epitome of glee tonight with a fist full of ocean and two thirds of a wish never ending.
soda sparks and lemon juice on every lip and candle wick explosion of the champagne kind to bubble brains and swirl the minds when summer limps upon two heels we break our vows and kneel to feel the rhythm of the losing heat when soda sparks in weak appeal as sidewalks bend their thoughts to me while overactive melodies complete themselves in summer nights I barely fall without a fight and candles dim and lights grow white I know the drill, tonight's the night I lick the summer off my chin and grab September, and head on in...
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
Filling minds with symphony of truth Opening them with catalytic mystery of light Living waters flowing like angels' robes Lifting inspirations into the depths of brilliance Omitting your hopeful eyes to the skies Without blemish and aching to purify You are so talented and true Outstanding words that cringe in harmonies Under and over and back to the earth Revealing an answer that was once nothing Drenched and battered in sweets for a recipe Rocking and popping in slivered ecstasy Enveloping us all in the highest reverie Aiming at the heavens where you ought to be My heart pours out to all of you Someone believes in you—I do And though the dark is soon to come Never fear, for light will always fold it over Dimming away into resonate and pure master-peace No, you are free in this glistened life Everlasting like the holy beings in perfect-pitched song Vindicating your cause and all others to follow Emptied only to be filled yet again Ransomed in unremitting constancy Give into the beauty of recycled rhapsody Interlaced with supportive strands of genius Veiled in humility and never lacking agility Enshrouded with the benevolent shine of generations Understand that you will succeed in succulent growth People will only fail you if you give them reason to You are an incredible addition to a lively creation Onward the music will lead you on Universally swirling and curling with mastered energy Veering out and fluttering in perfect sight and sound Eventually reaching out to the remaining shadows Get up and look at the world around you Obvious beauty surrounds every shady corner Take what you may and create your renovating legacy The symphony is playing for you Helping you along the smooth sands of life Intertwined in fiery drive and sifting scents Surrounded by the resonance—and a stranger's global confidence -inspired by the one and only Anthony Snape-
Angelic words she places in lines with care. Never heard a discouraging word, she did share. Deeper emotions she does write so clear. Reality is her concern, realism so sincere. Excitement sometimes rules her lines. A woman of deep and emotional designs, Deeply passionate about so many things in life, I never met her though read her poetic rife. Each time she visits others words she reads. Telling others so sweetly she plants seeds, Respectfully she instills poetic writings in another. I saw onetime she felt like a sonnet unwritten. Carefully I wrote this for her, an earth mother. Having friendship in mind never was smitten. I have a sort of gift that allows me to sense certain feelings about people without even meeting them....and usually my first intuition if you want to call it that is perfectly correct. ....no matter what it is about or who it is about I have to write it or my soul is clouded and pain grows within...Blessings..Cecil
< amidst thy shell's core healing of ones soul begins with ......... wholesome cleansing
Out on the horizon dances the animals, free from their bondage that held them once. They are hidden well you must look hard to see them through the brush, grass, and the trees. Enemies, prey for others to eat they were once but, but now they all are dancing free out on the horizon. Dedicated to: Dane Ann Smith-Johnson with Love from: The Keeper (as I said this is what Heaven must be like.)
Fly like a bird fly, Soar up high in the sky, You are born to be free, God's creation …. you and me. In searching everywhere, He is always there, To protect and guide, Coz' you are His pride. On your way of dreaming, There are storm you're facing, Worry not my dear friend, His arm will give you strength. Life is a battle, Be brave like an eagle, Pray to our almighty creator, He will lead you to your endeavor. August 08, 2012 This is all about me
Doom and gloom sure aren't my middle names More like upbeat and happy for which I'm famed There ain't no damn future in promoting ill will Each morning the sun still peeks over the hill There's enough negativity in the world to go round Let's not encourage this scourge with a frown You've only one life to live then it's done Why not be remembered for promoting good fun It isn't that hard for mankind to achieve And it's never too late if we all still believe Things will be better for our kids and their kids If we just put our trust in the joy in our midst In this happiness sermon I'm trying my best Some say pshaw you'll fail in your quest I say to the nay sayers, just listen my friends We'll meet the same fate so let's laugh till the end © Jack Ellison 2012
A firestorm of fleeing grace, A holy aria from its base, Its mem'ry will not be erased From you. The shifting shards of fate and chance, The phosphorescent great expanse, It all together seems to dance For you. A dream that stood a hundred years, That, when it died appeared in tears, And exiled all your joys and fears Through you. And when the dawn shrivels, subsides, The queen of grievance stays your bride, Though crying, all the dreaming tides, They flew. Augment your misery with gloom, Let loneliness become your tomb, Instead of watching flowers bloom In you. Now if you think you can and care, That you will swear, that you will dare, Then dream and it will take you there, The mew. You shall not ever justify, The reasons we would all deny, That in your life you'll never fly It's true. But love it smiles and beckons you To strive and smile and linger too, To bid the shame that flows through you Adieu. Who knew That life could be so... Sky blue!
Here I am, standing in the sun.... Ran into a wall again, and now I am not so sure, what the future holds? But, let me take a look, inside that is ~ Perspectives and points of view Many years ago, I barely stayed alive At the end of the rope, once upon a time.... Looking back now, at all of the seasons that have gone by Faces, places, moments in time ~ Nothing but gratitude, how could I ever cry Standing, here, in the sun.... Its a glorious day, a gift from above! I do not know, I do not care What I have lost? Or being alone? Peering, beyond the horizon, of what shall come ~ A smile now growing, upon my face A fortunate soul, no matter what, tomorrow may bring!? Amid all of these years of borrowed time Beautiful hearts and, wonderful eyes ~ Rising, again, within this sun.... What walls? What thorns? The crowds passing by "Life," perspectives, points of view? Years, tears, love, and, "You" ~ One more day, one more chance, above it all.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ Kiss the Sun! Note: Smile ~ Just listening to the song "Its A Beautiful Day" by "U2" & thought, I would repost this poe from a moment ago amid time...."Don't Let It Get Away, 'Love Always,'" John!:) ~
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
I want to be forever young Just wish to live young Lived a little too long I need to understand In order for me to understand I need to live my young years Live my younger years Over and over and over again This poem I write today Is one pulled from my head I decided to base my idea On the bases of my life I've always wanted to be a kid I don't really want to grow up Yes I want kids of my own Yes I want a husband I want a home I want a life Just not quite right now I'd really like to live as a youngin' right now I know I'm not ready For the responsibility that comes with adulthood I look to my mom for guidance I talk to my grandmother for wisdom Both have told me the same thing: "Live your life as you. Don't bend for anyone else." Their wisdom continues: "You're only young once. Be happy and don't try to grow up too fast." This is a story, in the form of a poem I hope you enjoyed reading it Because I know I enjoyed writing it.
Dear Jesus… I realize how much I really need you! I want to honor, love and trust you! I know that others will disappoint me… I know that you're here…. And will take care of me! Your principles of holy living is what you taught! Love, Joy and peace… is what you brought! May I bring honor to your name! Your message of salvation, I need to proclaim! Dear Jesus… You're all I need! And so much more! It's you that my life was meant for! I offer to you, my lord, praise and thanksgiving! For all you've done, And the life you're giving! You all I'll ever need! The anointed one! There's victory in YOU! Life's battles are won! By Jim Pemberton
Life happens when you're busy, Making other plans, And things are often side tracked, By circumstantial demands. When you least expect it, And sometimes when you do, Life throws you a curve ball, And some folks sit and stew. They fuss and cuss and grumble, Stomp their feet and call out names, When it's just life in one big bundle, And there's no one to blame. Stuff happens, that's the way it is, Grow up and face the facts. Learn to face it like a man, Stop putting on an act, Like everything should be just fine, Should be a bed of roses, Well every rose bush has some thorns, As well as blossoms for our noses. Life justisn't perfect. It's just not meant to be. It's not your fault and it's not mine. There's no use blaming me. Relax and learn to smile at life. Just take it as it comes. You really have no other choice. You might as well have fun. Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out, You'll come out better in the trade, If when life hands you some lemons, You'll make some lemonade. You'll live a whole lot longer, And maybe keep your wife, If you stop your griping, And accept that that's just life. Judy Ball
Don't be so tortured, passion. Don't be so metal rimmed in servitude to all that's over the top and brimming with enigma's breath Don't be the pump of blood adrenaline on all the days one might have called the moon out on her day of death. Don't be so riddled, passion. Don't be so all elusively inclined to all that want a taste of you with grasping hands Don't be the hide to seek tonight in all this dark when even stars grow quaint in the ignite of their demands. Don't be so waning, passion. Don't whisk the room in tenderness past all the sense of first encounter's countenance Don't rinse the obligated sigh in love's delight and broken breath when all we want is permanence. Don't be so quiet, passion. Don't leave us here with metal lips to kiss desire in last good bye's and marriage vows Don't rinse your hands of us tonight as we live on adrenaline and bated tongues immerse you even now...
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.
Banana tin yellow a little dented in on the side but still perfect for pedaling Standing against the wind eight figs in a basket sticky white at the ends, been picked Hair in salt strings and jeans with two holes with enough wear left for the summer Two best friends flying down Heartbreak Hill at cactus speed, big eyes, no hands...
As the time flies ever so fast, You and I know our friendship will last As the sun announces the arrival of dawn, The clock of precious existence is forced to tick on When the stars gently twinkle in the sky, Lighting up our canvas of unremitting life, The earth will uncover the iridescent sea Revealing a smooth pathway for you and me But if the earth and its inhabitants spit us out, We still have the universe to ourselves, no doubt! There is nothing anyone can possibly do To tear me away from the likes of you Unless of course you request some space, I'll stay on hold and patiently wait No matter where you go, name it; here or there No matter how far, I will surely be there So lastly, at the conclusion of this letter, I wish upon you happy years to come, forever For until that clock decides to end its chime You can be sure to find me by your side Always, Laura Elizabeth Breidenthal
I am grateful for the air I breathe. I am grateful for the opportunities I receive I am grateful for the sun, moon and stars above I am grateful for the words I rhyme I am grateful for thee love I feel I am grateful for the visions I see I am grateful for the abilities within me I am grateful for the people I meet I am grateful for the smile I show I am grateful for the car I drive I am grateful that I have learned hoe to live rather than survive I am grateful for the food I eat I am grateful for my state of mind I am grateful for the paper I am grateful for the pen I am grateful for all the teachers that have given me confirmation in my life I am grateful for my ego and the euphoric moments it brings I am grateful for my passions for without passion there is no drive I am grateful for my faults for they teach me humility I am grateful to feel empathy for this teaches me about compassion I am grateful for joy for this keeps the child playing inside I am grateful for my prankster ways I am grateful for the birds flying high and free I am grateful form the oceans and trees I am grateful that I can hear melody's riding on a breeze I am grateful for the person that I am. I am grateful for what I represent. I am grateful that I am a tool I am grateful that spirit flows through me I am grateful that I am blessed I am grateful that I am a messenger I am grateful that I can convey to uplift I am grateful that I can inspire I am grateful people will hear to listen to what I say And I am grateful to people whom are motivated by me whom recognize what they need. I offer a sincere thank you With my hands together a prayer of gratitude to all of you I am of the light. I am a Melchizedek priest Blessing and peace…..
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
The sun beaming in through the windows of my room, Causing my conscious mind to wake from the gloom. Rub the sleepy out of my eyes and look to see, The love of my life laying next to me. Her beauty still amazes me each and every day, And I thank God for her I wouldn't have it any other way. The sound of little people come busting through our door, Yelling "Mommy, Daddy no sleeping anymore." They climb into our bed with arms held open wide, Expecting morning hugs and kisses with their starry eyes. After hours of us all laying together in bed, We stir to the kitchen where we can be fed. As Mom and I cook breakfast for us all, The children run off to play and wait for the call. We finally sit down to a homemade meal, While we eat and talk about our daily drill. I return to my room where I kneel and pray, And thank God for a "Perfect Morning" every day. By: Nathan Bane Leccese © All Rights Reserved 03/04/2009
My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me As a child, my parents did their best to raise me. Teaching me about God, because they loved me! They taught me God's ways,. This was their intention. They read the Bible, with an undivided attention. Each day I awoke. I was glad mom and dad where there. Especially when we gathered around the table in prayer. The many times we spent together I haven't forgot. I'm so thankful for the Christian values taught. The values helped shape me into what I am today. And have helped keep me on "the narrow way." I believe many of these values are being discarded. Even before many families are being started. A respect for God's word seems to be a thing of the past. It's no wonder many relationships don't last. God's principles must be our daily ambition. His love must be our rock and a TRUE foundation! We must seek his purpose and divine way of living. It's HIS example that must be our way of giving! Giving to others kindness and love that binds us as one. Through the witness we have in Christ… His son! May God bless our hearts and homes in one accord. As we give our attention to Jesus Christ our Lord! By Jim Pemberton 10/01/11
When I'm all alone I try to kill the thought of you Assuring myself You're just a ghost passing through And now that you're here with me I feel the need to soar and fly Only thing is: I'd much rather crawl away and die I don't want to be happy I don't want to fool myself I don't want to feel the pressure Of putting on a heaven in hell I don't want to be your angel I don't want to face the growth I don't want to be happy I don't want the aching truth You never saw me in your stride As I smiled wide in my heavenly hide Believing in myself without a chance Not able to grasp this ghostly romance You smoked me like a cigarette Burning out my love, leaving butts of regret And all the time I laugh and smile As you see right through me all the while I don't want to be happy I don't want to live a lie I don't want to feel your leisure As I crumple down to die I don't want to disappoint you I don't want to show and tell I just want to see you happy Just leave me in the dark to dwell
Friends lost & friends gained As memories begin to fade A world created just for us A world that best friends share, that's us You draw, I write, together we created our life Years gone and more to come For your my husband and I your wife Together we made this life Together now, together than, together forever You and me My dearest friend
As the butterfly Hovers near a peach blossom Its shadow follows
Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy as I pass the archway to the sea. Onwards to the village, busy cafes, the aroma of coffee brewing, as a power of teens gather, texting. I venture down a chestnut lined road under a canopy of Copper Beech where bright shafts of sun illuminate a lane of lavender a sea of perfume wafts the air. Climbing an incline, hills in view, the distant sobbing of water sounds a trickling brook emerges ambling through magenta heather and thorny gorse. I reach a stile, entrance to the woods where a carpet of frosted red cyclamen bleeds down to a deep dark glen. A chicory lake lies there, frozen as a mist uncurls between reeds. The granite hills, soft with snow, luminous against a whale grey sky. A copse of pine trees surround a curving river where trout pout, bubbling. At the fold of day, returning hom The pale sun sinks the horizon as stars tremble into a velvet night
A Mother's Love… How precious is the love of a mother's heart! Even as a child… It's there from the start. A mother's love knows no boundary or limit. It's often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold. Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can't be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a guiding force. Even if her children's lives stray off course. I'm thankful for the love my mother's given… It's surely influenced the way I've been livin'! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I'm so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton
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
It was a dark and lonely life Living each day in total madness Always in chaos, always in strife An ordinary life full of sadness Then one day an angel came She came in a mortal's disguise Healing me, taking away my shame Loving me, making my soul rise She was wearing an ordinary house dress Looking simple but stunningly glorious From my life she cleaned up the mess Making me feel so gallantly victorious I never believed angels were real Never believed until the day she came Now I'm a changed man by the way I feel True love for my lovely angel I proclaim If I be granted a longer lease And live this life a little longer It would give me joy if her I can please Love her, hold her and in my heart keep her
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.
Going fishing with a cane pole and a can of worms and hooks and a bobber too Down at the fish- ing hole there stand a might- y oak the best place to fish and lie in the shade of the big oak Down at the old fishing hole that dad and grandpa fished at before me is the best place on earth Specially on a hot summers day to fish and swim and lie in the shade of the tree Summer is the time for fun Playing with friends going swimming and fishing at the best place in the world is the old swim- ming and fishing hole It has been there for a hun- dred years FUN
We two, strolling at night in the rain, Pitter-patter of each heartbeat Snuggled, with one umbrella. Streetlights line the sidewalk. Reds, yellows, and blues Painting the road. Reflecting. Silent Joy. Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: POETIC ART Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
The forest was ours— The trees swayed in Unison with our steps. Our words became Whispers in the wind. The sun shared silver Shafts of bright light Through restless leaves As you held my face In your hands and Tenderly kissed my eyes, My cheeks, my lips. I was cradled in the Warmth of your love. We reclined on a bed Of leaves and shared our Thoughts and dreams For hours until we watched The golden sun disappear Into the twilight sky.
Drop the ocean, lift the sky, Today seems like a goodbye, Memories of your voice forever linger. Drink the potion, get me high, Tears start to multiply , You wouldn't even try to lift a finger. Cast the demons, out of here, Lift me up, I have no fear, Show you what it means to say I love you. Wake me up, grab a beer, Fill my cup, and shed a tear , My love for you has always been this true. Drain the ocean , engulf the land, Time to focus , begin again, Learn to live without you by my side. Convey the notions, my own brand, Revolve my life, and take a stand, Without you , I know, I will be alright. Ring the bell, Sound the horn, Today i have been reborn, I can do this all on my own. Rise the fell, Mend the torn, Persevere through all the scorn, My , look at how much you have grown. Drop the ocean , lift the sky, Today seems like a goodbye, Memories of your voice forever linger.
A yearn… simply something that you want or long for. As a yearn to finish, a yearn to achieve, a yearn for a like, a yearn for a smile is something that you drastically want, a desire. Something that you spend long hours, nights even day dreaming hours thinking about how you can earn that smile. What can you do…. or what can you say … things such as a conversation sparks, likes even dislikes, mostly anything that will crack a smile. These are things that truly show signs of something far greater than fame, sex, money, power. What is it? Something more than I have yet to find. So as I search for the answer I over shoot the entrance with rapid thinking of what she wants, her likes, her dislikes. But truly it will only be earned by who you are, what you want to be, yourself, your feelings your desires, your yearn. So when you yearn for that smile or that special something it can only be earned by being you, no one else. Take a look at yourself in the mirror and try to see past the makeup or tan or piercing and just look at yourself… then take that image and imprint it to yourself forever because to find happiness and your yearn can only be earned one way. Trying to watch her and she how she reacts to certain things just to make myself seem better when I finally open my mouth to her will only make you distant from that special someone. With me I personally see myself as buff pierced orange person, while trying to continue to follow the people who I look up to the most. So as you struggle and go through life's trials and tribulations always look at your yearn or what it once it what was. Think about how you felt when you failed or succeeded and try to make yourself a better person from it. Not by adding more glamour or appeal to yourself but by being closer to yourself. What you really are. Because only then can you truly say you earned your yearn of a smile or that special someone, even if there not with you, apart of them will be and that's the part they left. The part that made you better. More complete. So never forget your yearn of her..
She rides along the waves so happy and carefree Daring to take chances with an open endless sea She has no heavy anchor to always hold her down She floats atop the waters with her beacon shining round Dry land lies before her but still, she sails on For she is a free spirit and has only just begun
This feeling dragging myself to the lowest standards the horrible feeling of being ruled by the man who has me face down on the mat and when i give in,, the craving go into the deep dark abyss.. i only see one way out and the cold steel is in my hands,,,, playing Russian roulette with my emotions.. not knowing when my next craving is going to hit me over the head..... But then i realize that i have a purpose on this earth,, and i don't have to give in to "the father of all lies" and that i do have a way out, and i do have people who love me so what can i do?? Let the pen bleed out onto the papers who have no way of judging my defects of character and take it one day at a time
Happiness comes in many forms Remember the thrill of your first born How could you have known at the time The challenge of keeping things in line Sometimes seemed too much to bare Many obstacles, more than your share Finally you make it all the way through Hard to replace that joy you knew Now life's taken on a whole new look Your zest for living's like an open book A positive attitude goes a long long way To help you through the darkest of days Don't let gremlins get under my skin Tell them. "Get lost, I won't give in!" It can seem like the Himalayas at times Stop and think, is it worth the climb? You bet your sweet bippy it is, my friend There's nothing more rewarding in the end Than a life all filled with laughter and joy Just like Christmas and brand new toy Happiness comes in many forms Try making "happy" your everyday norm Life's done and over way to soon Live it to the fullest, sing happy tunes! © Jack Ellison 2013
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
Pulled himself to the very top Looked over the world on high Felt the warm and stirring breeze falling from the sky Knowing this was how it felt to soar above the land To feel so safe away from things so free to be alive Yet down the pole we all must come to touch the very ground This is where we laugh and play gives us what we need The loving smile of a young girl's face a women's tender care For up above the pole to fly is nothing but the air But on the soil we grow and live to reach out, to touch, to give So keep your feet upon the ground take a good long look around and see if flying above the pole isn't like living in a hole from where you never see the reaching hands pulling you down pulling you down to be
A continuation of The World Above Me, a special collaberation between myself and my good friend Justin Connor 8/17/12 ------------------------------------------------------------------ The shelter opens its door to the world above me Never have I seen so much destruction My eyes get used to the brightness, An unwanted tear trickling down my cheek But once they are accustomed to the light, I want to close them again I feel the urge to turn back But they push me forward, Whispering low, consoling words I look around to see what humanity used to be Before the devastation And I marvel at what the old world used to be But one question remains: Why did people destroy their lives, And end the world we used to know? I walk my feet on the unknown terrain Ruins. . .debris. . .the air placid and still All around is rubbish My mother whispers a prayer from behind And then I wonder. . . If God was ever here As I look around I notice a book Lying there, upon the ashy wreckage I pick it up and read. . . It details a nation's fight for freedom A large statue of a man is in the building I stand by I stare at the brazen figure in awe The features are crumbling but here it still stands Watching over its obliterated land I squeeze the book in my hand His eyes show loyalty and courage No sadness—not even a speck of fear Looking more outwards I see a tall structure And past that a building with a large dome The architecture of the old world amazes me What wonders men have done—could have done If they hadn't let each other come undone In violence and death Yet still I wonder how these incredible buildings Could possibly remain after all that has happened Like the buildings, we have survived And hopefully, through lessons learned, We can thrive My father tells everyone to clear away the ruins People even use old machines with cranes The old world is gone But from the ashes we can start anew We were in the shelter for the good of humanity And now, because of us, There is hope
______ she kneels in silent vespers her heart lite with hope 'twould be in love of endless tears that joy would consume her soul in verse she recites scared love that only the great spirit conceive upon the altar of scattered petals lay wispy visions in dream within that moment of time reveal fetching possibilities for without condition many gifts rein down in heavens simplicity In crystal mirrors of infinite grace a beautiful prayer transcends... ______
David, you mean the very world to me and more Can you forgive me? You brighten my days when I am low and dead And you listen—you always are there to listen Bearing all things, you let me cry on your shoulder You comforted me when I was scared to death Of the demons…always watching…you were there Watching over me, scaring them away from me You save me by being alive and who you are, David Without you, I would fall apart and shrivel into shame Because there are few that listen—few that listen You draw the poisons of my pain clear out And you let them sink into your own skin You swallowed my poison instead of spitting it out I let you drown, David—forgive me…I let you drown I'm selfish and rude, and I always ignore you And for ever doing that, I hate myself Seeing you in your last moments…woke me up I've been a selfish bastard and I hate me For never giving you enough love David you are everything to us all and more Do you hear me? You are so uplifting to all of those around you You are selfless—so incredibly selfless And in the silence you lifted me high with praise Because I knew you would always be the one to give it Never was there a day that you didn't believe in me Even when in darkness have I buried you in all matters of sin Your light blinds the demonic rust...your light always shining Never leaving me in the dust but never expecting the same back And I never saved you! From all the loneliness I never thought of you! I was so selfish I will never let you go again—I will fight for your glory You are amazing in every way Far braver and brighter than I have ever dreamed to be I let you down this time, David…I cried for your life But now I ask for your forgiveness Seeing you being taken away…crushed me to the marrow I've never hated myself more than tonight But I will never, ever say goodbye *for my little brother, David William Breidenthal - I would love for you guys to read some of his poetry. He is a brilliant kid. And he's been having some tough times. Thanks. *
Poets sharing their hearts and souls Openly and honestly with each other Expressing their deepest feelings Truly understanding and caring Rights of others shall be respected Yearning to offer everything we can So much variety, the spice of life Opens many doors of knowledge Understanding others views on life Provides us with each others blessings You know not a day goes by that I don't feel like I should do more to show you all how important you are to me. I love you all and I'm not ashamed to say when your poems are sad I cry, when their happy I laugh and when they teach I learn. "Provides us with each others blessings" Thats what the soup is! Thank you "Team Poetry Soup", Michael
I fear the night Never to wake in mornings light To see your face one last time To hear your voice that is so divine Reaching out to touch your hand You entwine our fingers and understand With love as strong as ours, it's hard to say goodbye We wipe a tear from each others eye Slipping into the endless dark An adventure I must embark Waking in mornings light Knowing it was just a dream, everything is alright Forever together we will be Forever and Ever, you and me
As I lay with my back against the grass, I feel my body being absorbed by the earths firm and comforting surface. I gaze into the heavens, watching the stories of millions of ideas displayed within the stars and let my minds imagination run with dreams held for countless years before me. I feel a cool breeze lightly grazing over my body, whispering songs of an overwhelming silence, and in that moment, I become small and I am just a mind floating on this mass in an abyss of curious wonders, oblivious to the depth of life in this abundance in this universe of mysteries, and I am simple, and comfortably lost, for just a moment.
Once life slipped from my young days, taking away all happiness; it rained, but flowers didn't grow, hope was as far as a rainbow... deprivation and longing made me shout at my ill fate to stop its wrongdoing before it turned to hate. Yes, taking back life wasn't easy, but what's left is mine to pursue... to enjoy before my hour of death; and I hope that it will continue without disrupting the harmony between love and happy living: 'though lost time can't return, the present is enough! Years have passed and generosity has flourished in a loveless heart, now, every friend notices how it loves them without resentment; and they reflect over my words, " Taking back life wasn't easy... I fought hard and won by making the right choices!"
It's amazing the feeling in side I hold How can you enter my world so bold The first kiss I gave you My life is much less cold You look at me with such trust Because I love you, you know I must The instant smile on my face My heart is anything but robust The cuteness of your little curl You put my whole life in a whirl Your baby blues are so bright You are Daddy's darling little Girl
I'm sorry for the ways I fight, I'm sorry that I dim your light. I'm sorry I'm so negative, That I am so competative. I'm sorry that I'm so outrageous, I'm sorry my hurt's so contagious. I don't want to see your heart eache, Cuz when I do my heart it breaks. I'm sorry that I'm not so strong, But you inspire my hearts song. I'm not alone cuz now I see, Your light that's shining just for me. I'm sorry that I'm up and down, But, Dear, You win the patience crown. My love for you's so strong, please see, A fire burns for you in in me. I know that It's hard to believe, But God will help us, just you see.
Hundreds of people passing hallways each day, but how many times do we stop, smile, and show them the right way. No matter the color of their skin, or the color of their hair why can't we just all act like we care. Why can't we all be friends, stop with the cliche what would you say to that girl if it was her last day? Treat everyone equally, and help those in need not stare, or laugh but do a good deed. Come together, make a change help each other with our problems, don't look at someone like they are strange. Comfort, joy, and success it is all we are striving for so why don't we do it together and stop with the civil war. We are all the same, we all make mistakes so why can't we just learn from it and stop halting life with those hydraulic brakes. Let's all be friends, and works things out and everything will come together without a doubt.
Along a forest path that few can see, Just as the sun is setting in the West, With owls and ancient oaks for company, I wander in my solitary quest. In shadowed dusk the world is at her best -- When lacy lichen clings to cooling stone -- The feathered robin turns toward her nest, And in the stillness I am all alone. There is within these woods an ancient tree Whose roots provide a peaceful place to rest; Like gentle fingers, they encircle me When by my thoughts I am too much oppressed. Then I am of a sudden joy possessed, Which I claim quickly for my very own; I feel the love of Life within my breast, And in the stillness I am all alone. And in that place, I ponder silently -- Admire the tiny toadstools neatly dressed In spots and colors, sitting quietly, And cannot help but by them be impressed. The rights of others they do not contest, Nor under worthless burdens grieve or groan; I understand their tiny lives are blest, And in the stillness I am all alone. So when dark doubts and fears have reached a crest, And deep despair has pierced me to the bone, I find that path and grant my heart's request; And in the stillness I am all alone.
I love sky I love trees and sometimes I can feel the breeze. I feel like I can fly With the wind pushing my hair back so lightly the trees are waving My hair is swaying so is yours as we glide together as we watch the sunset go bye and once again I can feel the breeze the mountains are high so so high they are so high see them see them yes to protect me as I walk across the lake I love the lake it is so big big big big I love big do you like big? I like the mountains do you? they are so straight like a statue do you think? the mountains are high in the sky I love to just watch the sunset go bye so quiet and slow like the clouds I soar through the sky I love soaring through the sky
How I wish I could go back To when I didn't Have a care in the world. I wish for the days I spent running Barefoot in the grass Laughing in the summer And eating icy cold popsicles. I want to be free again, To not have to think To go and do as I please, Ride a bike As fast And as far as I can, Or swim In freezing cold waters, My cheeks turning purple, My lips tasting salty. I wish to sit on a hill With my childhood friends, And eat cherries by the bag And draw on the sidewalk With an ice cube. How I long to relive my memories, How I long to be young again A carefree kid, in the hot Augusts of summer.
A moment between heaven and earth wrapped in angel hair twinkly starlight muted wondering . . . gifted so with uncommon perception from above heart left there on poetic earth without care oh master of pen and ink do you blink
A coin toss, brothers look eagerly as they vie The dawn awaits the newest bird to take flight in the sky Silver wings above, God's handiwork meets the eye.
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 wander through my journey, interspersed with joy and pain, always grateful Though not by choice, some days are somber; yet others follow with abundant joy In my solitude, memories come alive with the recall of some old song from another time When life was carefree in everyway! No worries and not one care! First heard as a child; the title now lost to me, so I'll call it "Mama's Song" It'd start off soft and slow; its rhythm smooth, graceful, incredibly beautiful! Then lingering on my mind, gently reviving memories lost somewhere in yesterday It'd calm my spirit, take me away- away from countless, mundane tasks All necessary things, but they arrest my days, imposing, threatening, vying for attention There's a constant battle that rages within, and I often ask, "Should I lay down this burden of joyless pursuits which hinder valid expressions from my heart? Should I? And to what profit? Surely monetary gain is a necessity, but at what cost to my spirit?? Were I guardian only to myself, I'd simply choose to live lean somewhere by the sea I would cast my net for food, and barter for grain and herbs. However, the compass is set So, I escape in the melodies, with my eyes closed, and fly high, above this terrain Sailing on the massive wings of a Condor, unafraid; over rugged pathways and Jagged edges of mountains that rise above the seas, far away from this place of constant weariness, on my way to a place more tranquil, somewhere in yesterday I hover over rivers that give life to green valleys below, quite an amazing view to see! Like black velvet ribbons they meander through the changing landscape At an angle they shimmer like fine crystal in the afternoon sun, and in one breath, I am there! At Mama's feet, studying her as she sews dresses for my sisters and me I watch, I listen to her, softly singing; feel her contentment and peace through the song Never complaining, never too tired to go beyond the call, to love and care for family Teaching by example, using less words, her quiet spirit, ever steadfast, strong Those times when I feel I can not go on, when afraid I'll falter, I still hear the the melody and "Mama's Song"! Note: For Mama - Thank you for putting us first! For the many lessons learned which we nowteach our children. RIP w/Papa!!
Sleep; He sleeps, Peacefully Dreamless and still Rising chest, deep breaths Stroking his curly hair He does not stir but yawns, sighs Mouth open, tongue loose, he dribbles I smile to myself, how angelic I lean down and touch his warm lips with mine
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
There are no words to express how I feel inside; I put my love in our embrace. There's not a minute, hour or day that I don't love you; I put my love in your embrace. Your love is like a refreshing rain that falls before the morning sun; I put my love in your embrace. You drown me in the depths of your love; I put my love in your embrace. I use to think I knew love but now I know I loved to please someone else's love; I put my love in your embrace. You anchor my heart and soul in the gentleness of your love; I put my love in your embrace. My world was incomplete until your constant love made me whole; I put my love in your embrace. You love me for me, You love the person inside; I put my love in your embrace. You accept me with all my fults; I put my love in your embrace. You are my rock remaining faithful and true; I put my love in your embrace. I soar with wings of love because I'm spellbound by your affection; I put my love in our embrace. I lay down my love to only you and I put my love in your embrace.
My beautiful you are the one that completes me without you,I'm empty,but beautiful with you i'm complete you are my better half you are my Life,my Love,and my Everything with you my beautiful I'm complete
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
Close your eyes to see the world . . and open your heart to feel it.
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.
No matter how bad my day has been I always look forward to seeing you again you make me happy when i'm sad you can make me forgive when i'm really mad It's because of this I will never give up I will never lose hope When you feel as though your world has fallen apart Just think of me and i will be in your heart If things always seem to go wrong and you start to lose hope, Just take out this poem and read it again And no matter how bad your day has been You will find that you still have my love deep within
For this day I have unchained my past… Insecurities no longer linger… Sadness is an emotion from another life… Anger is no longer devouring my world… For this day the present holds exploration… Confidence holds truth to everyday… Contentedness consumes every emotion… Desire penetrates my soul… Every phase of life holds a great purpose… If fear was non existent… courage wouldn't have a face… With out heartache appreciation would never be… Bitterness is the first step to desire… For every emotion we hold is part of our journey
10/1/12 ------------------------------------ Many have abused and murdered using their religion to justify Believing in a god will not save this writhing world So what will? God teaches us that only believing won't cut it There is something we must do We must humble ourselves and strive to be holy Because without submission to God, Without humility, Satan has a way inside And he will use God as a weapon And turn His people against them But if we are called— Those few who are called, We must act to be lights of the world Because faith without works Means absolutely nothing We all falter We all break We can all be submissive And humble Using God as our navigator to the gateway of life No longer justifying our wrongs But fixing them as we go along *inspired by Jerry Degier*
To be desired in deep love A kiss sweetly given true Allows us to share all things Sense of no restraint written for Sponsor Sara Kendrick Contest Name "Song Of Solomon"
like the raven who taps taps upon your chamber door do not fret my Virginia for it's my shadow moving across the floor this is what I'm telling you my darlin and nothing more beneath lattice I still call your name come to me virginia come hear the tap tap upon your chamber door for only you my love I surrender and never more wind howls in blanket snows here I stand so all alone broken hearted and misconstrued my Virginia who lies under stars and moon just a tap tap upon your chambers door tis I and nothing more tales of hidas truth blackbird sings harps cords just like the tap tap upon your chambers door my sweet Virgina whom I adore for there'll be love waiting and nothing more as I lay right next to you in this tomb I counted only seven who have even knew the times of this raven who tapped tapped upon your chambers door twas only I and will be never more Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe And His Young Bride Virginia Also To His Poem The Raven
As I look into your beautiful eyes,I see the world as i hope to see it and that is as beautiful as your wonderful eyes are with the holiness and glory of the Lord flowing around with the Lord watching down on us going through life together forever praising Him in your beautiful eyes!
As I was walking down lifes ' road one bright and sunny morn. I espied up ahead in the crossroads a black haired beauty, her dark locks blowing in the warm breeze. There was a bewitching smile playing about her lips and green eyes you could get hopelessly,happily,lost in. I took up her hand because it seemed what I was born to do. With that touch as our fingers entwined my question was answered, yes this is home and where I belong. We walked along for a while, enjoying the day and each others company. As of a sudden,dark clouds gathered on the horizon, the winds howled,thunder exploded and lightening streaked the sky. Fear crept into the light of those eyes,and a single tear. Gently I took her into my arms and held her close. For you see this is what I was meant to do. I held her tight until the storm clouds passed and the sky once again turned vibrant blue. Once again we walked down lifes' road and presently, came to a fork one road to two. Reluctantly I let go her hand,and started down my path and she hers. Stopping and turning I held out my hand....... Come take my hand,take a chance. Our paths are one,there are no lights ,signs,obstacles or pot holes. For this road leads straight to my heart.
My God. My Rock. My Strength. My Friend. My Life. My Faith. My Anytime. My Everytime. My Day or Night. My Always Right. My Lord. My Saving Grace. My Home. My Safest Place. Through everything, You're everything: My every want and every need.
Arriving there, open door to floors bare Moist was air, dwelling effusive with peace The enigma of time began to cease Oblivion to all but ocean, just stare Simplicity for a few days; nowhere To go, timeless, watch Gulls instead of Geese Yesterday's ravenous problems release Now live on sublime seaside oasis' air Aster, Willow won't sway in zephyr this day Only kaleidoscope color 'pon water shone Exquisite view for me, myself, alone This ecstasy delight not auspice by they Lilac, Lily doesn't bloom, chrome rust away Impervious bug repellent glistens in defiant stone Contest: Secret
Hey people why you listen to the people that don't matter. You all get mad when the talk sh&t and when they put you down. Why do you think they continue to do it? It is because they get a reaction out of you and it drives them to get more. They feel like they have control over you and they are your masters and its pathetic. I'm not innocent no one is. Everyone does it either because they have had it done to them or because they feel like they have to be noticed. I've realized if you just laugh and completely ignore them you will have a better life and it will make life out to be better then what you thought it could ever be. I know I can't say I'm fully able to ignore everyone but it's a process I have made a lot of progress and I have learned I am a lot happier and feel way better when I just laugh or walk away. If people actually stopped and didn't say anything and laughed about it more people would stop bullying. I know it's very hard to believe me and it's a process I think everyone needs to take. Who are they to judge you? You are the only one who needs to accept you for you. If you can't accept what you are and what your personality is without being embarrassed about it you can't live with anyone else. If you stop right now and think about all of the times you retaliated and said something back at the person that was bothering you did it get better or did it get worse and ay what if I don't say anything maybe I won't get angry and maybe they will leave me alone. If you can take the first step even though it is the hardest one there is to take you will have a better outlook on life and yourself and you will be happier then you could ever imagine. I don't care who you are if you will only make the first step the next steps are a lot easier and you will learn to live life to the fullest and it will make you have more friends and you will have a better life style and you will have more fun instead of always being mad and sad and depressed. If everyone in the world would just take that one fateful step it would make all of the difference.
I'm ready to find the one who will hold me As long as I need them to... I'm ready to find the one Who I can start my life with... I'm ready to share myself Ready to share my love and passion I'm ready to move on with my life And finally find that happiness I've been craving for so long.... I'm ready to find that someone Who gives me butterflies, just thinking about them Who makes me laugh when I have a bad day Who holds me and says Everything's going to be okay Who knows me, inside and out Someone who wants to be with me Just because I'm me... Who will love me, in spite of my many flaws I'm ready to be in a relationship Where love conquers all, And nothing can bring us down... I'm ready to fall in love again Despite all the pain love has caused me In the end I'm ready to try again August 18th, 2008
I wonder if the emotionally numb Do see in black and white, As artists' primal visions come and pass beyond their sight. I wonder if the emotionally numb Do taste an unwitting bland, For flavored grains, inspiring crumb Shall never envelop their hand. I wonder if the emotionally numb Do hear measures of silence, Composer's song, they must be dumb To notes of exquisite violence. I wonder if the emotionally numb Do smell an even calm, Air blankets wafting sweetened plum Offer not a soothing balm. I wonder if the emotionally numb Do touch with deadened skin, For palms entwined, fingers, thumb Dare not let loving in. I wonder if the emotionally numb Can find their misplaced heart, To Life's beauty someday, they may succumb, Of which we are all apart.
Many years have stealthily slipped Since that first time we met. Can you recall the circumstances? Or has mind chosen to forget? For sure some shadowy water Under time's bridge has flowed. Have your steps, like mine, Become deliberate and slowed. Has the hair that once was brown Become teased with wisps of gray? Have our long ago conversations Become lost memories of today? You were young and independent With a heart unlike the weather. While chosen paths caused a parting God's love has us back together. The years have chanced me to reflect And one thought have i held true. Casual friends aren't meant to last But true friendships always do. As I re-embrace this friendship From life's lessons, Lord, let me learn. That what I put into our friendship Determines the friend found in return.
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
I brew sunsets in teapots I drink the dawn from a mug and in my bicycle basket I have seduction in a jug so now and then I take someone clean shaven home to my obliging bed when I guess I should sit quietly pristine, with my legs crossed instead but each day is so fragile they black out every evening in the west and all I got is these frail minutes and I only want to live them, as if they were a fest. © Gry W Christensen
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...
Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey First Love… Real Love - Forever True Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You… Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder And Said, "I'll Tell You Somethin', Now You're Older It's got to do with Your Mother's Fame And Why I gave Her, The Nickname… … Boot-Legged Mama Boot-Legged Mama Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store … Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour … Boot-Legged Mama Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party… Pa… Was there, 'cause of a Taste for Bacardi He took One Look and Knew He Couldn't Waste Her Pa… Gave-up 'Drank'… Just so He Could Chase her ! Dad, Said, 'He'd Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff' Nuff' to Down-Drama Pa Claims, Mama's Labeled by the F.D.A. And Listed on Her Driver's License is, A.K.A. … … Boot-Legged Mama Boot-Legged Mama Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna' Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine … Married at Midnight – 'cross The County-Line … Boot-Legged Mama Alcohol's in Trauma; and Prohibition Told Her: "Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !" Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste 180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case ! Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room Pa, Teased and Said, "Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed ! Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress… (and good advice)… "Go Git' My Elliot Ness… … and be a Boot-Legged Mama! ( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl …. Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol ! Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ... Boot-Legged Mama …. Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed Somethin' :) to Read tonight, before kicking up your heels... Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son) MoonBee (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)
God loves us without end; His grace continues forever. Eternally He will be our friend. Not only to befriend, To protect us is His endeavor. God loves us without end. No matter where me He sends, My attachment to Him will not sever. Eternally He will be our friend. Our greatest evils off he will fend. Whether we are foolish or clever, God loves us without end. Our life is his to lend, His way offers life without end. Eternally He will be our friend. All of us he will mend. We will be His forever. God loves us without end. Eternally He will be our friend.
Without you, my life just merely exists. Because without you all my hopes and dreams are just that. For you have put something wonderful in my world. It is there your words I love to hear. The one's that let me know how much you care. It is without you that my eyes are blind with no sight to see. For you have brought marvelous beauty to what didn't exist. It is there in my heart that is a dark and lonely feeling. One to which now you fill with joy and happiness. For without you, the music was just something to ease the hurt. But now it is something more as I hear each key on the piano play. It is our time we spend though far away. It is your smile I see when I close my eyes to pray. It's your heart I feel as I lay down at night. As I think of what it would be like with you by my side. It is there my days grow long as I wait the day of us to be. I hear David Nevue as he plays, Watching the Clock. As I count the minutes slowly passing by. For it is without you my soul desires to love. As my pain turns into tears from the love I have for you. Like a Cry of the Sea, I hear my waves crash the inside of my being. As like the sea, it looks for some place the water can escape its volume. It is there I am expose to all that God has given. As I find myself loving you in every way. But it is your persistent that keeps me fighting to survive. As you have given me great hopes of true love. Because without you, I never would of love. As you are my angel of sweet and pure godly love. But it is there I love you the most. As my heart feel you tugging hard. But it is there I am not without. Because you complete me forever as my heart belongs to you. With great expectations of my wildest dream. It is without you I would just merely exist. But because of you that I have found my love for life. That of the spirit of my soul I'm down on bending knee. As I pray for us never to part this existing of it's being. But forever love one another with all our heart and my life I give to thee.
Singing trills in delightfully through my window Perched upon my garden wall sits the little brown jacketed culprit, who Always greets me with cheerful news Regaling me with stories resounding from deep within his Ruffled little chest Often I wonder, as the years pass on Will I always leave my window open to welcome in your good tidings?
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.
Blue rainbow in the sky It is such a beautiful day In this colorful rainbow you can see all the colors blue and white and green and red so yellowy, kind of... So, the sky you wrote So, the sky you blew Blue sky, you heavens, blue.
For the sake of today when we wake, let the morning breeze touch our face. For the sake of your smile, would you care to let me hold you a while? Look all around for the fall of my tears, raining down, down on the ground. As my fingers roll the grand ole piano, an infinate tune of my soul. Let me feel for the sake of your beating heart, a rhythm to start. The drum beats to the rhythm of life. The drum beats in my dreams at night. I hear you calling deep within, the sweet tunes of a violin. With shadows dancing on the wall, and candles burning, raindrops fall. The woodwinds sound the tunes of time. Life's scenes flashing through my mind. To save my peace and happiness, no tunes, no notes, just silent rest. The music of heaven let it happen again. The scent of jasmine from the wind. One breathless moment my lover, my friend. To taste the sweat that falls from you, and kiss you with the morning dew. The beat of life the drum beats to. The beat of love for me and you. So, do you dare to lay with me, in shade from my magnolia tree, and listen to the symphony?
' A Metaphysical Moment ' A Metaphysical Moment Electrifying To The Touch Breathless, Thru The Clouds Can My Heart, Take So Much … Can My Eyes Endure All This Vision, I See Can Voice, Even Speak Over Roaring of This Sea … Can Ear Even Listen When I Am Flying So Free Soaring, So True With You and Metaphysical Moment and Me … A Metaphysical Moment Will I Ever Understand This Mystery of Our Universe The Mystery of Woman and Man … (And I End This with an Haiku for The Haiku Master 'Raul' Moreno and Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire' (smile)) Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku) Understanding A Metaphysical Moment … … Nature's Mysteries Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective: Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry Relating to the poetic style of John Donne, George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets Who used consciously intellectual language And elaborate metaphors that compared things
Like A Dream.. Like the days in The Cradle.. Like the tale of Samson's Riddle.. In The Wake of your Fiddle.. Our Waists In Consortium..Like Beaded Eroticas Wiggling.. Like A Dream.. Our Stroll Hand-In-Hand By The Beach.. Like Heights We have Reached.. Like The Sweetness Of Depths Unsearched.. Like This Pen I Screech.. Like Those Verses Of Wisdom We Thus Preached.. Like A Dream.. Like The Wisdom Of Great King Solomon We asked the Father For, In Tones that "Beseech".. With His Divine Wisdom and Grace We Revolutionized Souls That Once Thought and Acted As Leeches.. The Weight and Comeliness Of These Lines you Call Speeches.. Like A Dream.. Like God's Kiss On Our ForeHead.. Like His Comforting Voice In Times Of Sorrow and Distress.. Like The Outpour Of His Salient Breathe On Our Humble Souls..that Guided Us to The Crest, Like A Dream..Hardwork and Its Little Stress.. Like A Dream..In Luxury Prepare to Take Thy Rest.. To Listen To The Voices Of My Childrens' Playful Shouts and Screams..To Dance This Dreamy Waltz What Shall It Take..To Show Our Gratitude To The Almighty Please Tell Us 'What Shall We Shake'.. Like A Dream.. Like The Flavour Of These Rhymes.. Like The Heart-Felt Savour Of These Cleverly Structured Lines.. The Happy Ardour Of Such Salient Chimes.. Thus Read..What Joy We Thus Feel In It We Sublime.. Sweet Rhymes Thus Played On Musical Strings Of Time..How Happy.. Thus Life Is But A Dream..See Through.
I love laying next to you I love being in your arms When you hold me and wrap me up in your love And smother me with your kisses I feel the warmth of your love I love having you by my side I love to put my head on your chest To feel the softness of your skin I love the scent of your body The way I can still smell you on the pillows Even when you are not there I love having you by my side I love to run my fingers through your hair I love to kiss your forehead gently I love to run my hands over your body And smother you in kisses I love when you reach over to hold me And when you pull me closer to you if I am too far away I love to look into your eyes when we first wake up They sparkle and shine with so much joy I love having you by my side The hardest thing about loving you is when you leave my side But loving you is something I just have to do My life would not be the same without you You make my life complete Thank you for loving me I love having you by my side Copyright © 2003 Shari E Davis
I am free to: Love, Hope, Endure, Sing, Dance, Cry, Laugh, Grow, Give up, Never stop untill I achivemy goal's, Live life, Hate! Have the will not to hate, Never give up, Go down the wrong path, To choose the right one, To worship you, Lord!
I. The wrothful man has regotiated his saliency, The humble man has neglected his post of "Your Excellency", Let the pirate look through my one eye of transpareency, Hope my superman sings along to those dracula's frequencies, These are not Bulls written in pure fantasy, Our fleur-de-lis and its very ecstacy, Not meant for agilely minded Perverts, Spliffs meant for Godly minds,exhalling Wisdom and Truth.. Selah II. Reading to the salient ears of age, Your teeth gleaning this vast ears of corn, Seeing men's rage shorten their years, Or what your ladies who smiled at my no-beard-style have become, Easy skanking is what my ears hear, A tip of God given talents, Many a quail showering my Sweet Heart with "Works so excellent", God breathes his creative spirit to minds We call "Salient", Selah
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.
Believe in no obstacles and limitations. A sweet song can heal, cure and delivery a massive storm out of your life. Shake off depressions, rejections, discouragement, sorrows and tragedies. Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on and dream on! Doubters are foolish to underestimate your power of greatness.
I Watched A Man, Named, ' Rain ' Pounding Across The Plains Running with Cascading Joy Like a Wet, Happy, Little Boy … I Found A Man, Named, ' Fire ' Blaze in Life, A Lightning Desire His Bold Passion – Consuming Power Sent Smoke Signals, to My Tower I Observed A Man, Named, ' Ice ' Tho' Frost-Natured, He Did Entice ' … Come Hold Me, if You Dare … And Find Out, if Cold-Can-Care …' … I Beheld A Man, Named, ' Breeze ' And Begged Him, 'Touch Me Please … Gentle, like a Lover's Kiss Whisper to Me, Things I Wished…' … and Sitting Content, on This Hillside Listen Now… as I Confide … ' Rain and Fire … Ice and Breeze ' Don't You Know … You Are All Of These . . .
Mardi Gras Ever since the flames licked my fair pink burning flesh, nothing in my life has remained the same. I had to go back in to save my little brother Chris. Life without him would kill me, besides myself I would forever blame. Even though it's been ten years, my face still feels the pain. Having to go through high school with a scarred face is just lame. I've got the body of a goddess; I must admit I'm beautiful from the neck down, but the hideous burn scars on my face have remained. Months after the accident weeks before school started, a knock at my door came. An anonymous donor sent a box full of beautifully hand decorated Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady, that's the day I got my new name. Each month a new box of masks would arrive and I would wear everyone. I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady. Mardi Gras was my fame. One night a mysterious white box appeared, inside rested the most unique and intricately adorned mask of all. It was a pure white mask adorned with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask. White is normally considered lame but this was breathtaking, nothing plain. Inside the box was also an invitation, asking me to attend the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane. I couldn't believe it! All along it was my handsome next door neighbor and Chris' best friend, who had been sending the ornate masks to me. He was my hero now, my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed.. Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed to like me too. I always knew he had a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent. I rushed over to his house where he was playing with my brother Chris a heated basketball game. I hugged him and told him that I would love to go with him to the prom. Just between you and me, Lane and I will always be the masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras and forever in love we will reign.
My silly little Love, Is not to far away, I think about you day by day by day, My silly little Love, Your what makes this heart stay a beat, Pounding, Pounding, My silly little Love, You fill in all my blanks, With out silents without questioning, My silly little Love, You sing to me, And hit all the right tunes, Makes me giggle, Oh, How I Love you, My Silly little Love, You pull my hair back when it's in my face, To notice I'm here, For the World to see me, My silly Little Love, Tough and strong, Shows little emotion, But I know what's going on, Silly Little love, You are the One.
Your sad and your ugly Worth not even a life No good as a mother Make a terrible wife I love you my friend You are my world Can we make love? As my skin crawled So we got into bed And I closed my eyes A few minutes of torture A few silent cries He turned on his side When we were done He shut the lights Thanks, that was fun A few moments later He was asleep I took a shower Felt dirty and cheap Every so often There was no fight I enjoyed the neglect Just one easy night On our tenth anniversary He said lets go away We'll celebrate us And we'll find our way With naive dreams I agreed with all smiles To go on this trip Just us for miles! We laughed on the way A few hours a lifetime It was quite lovely Until it reached nighttime When we arrived I put on my dress Your to skinny he said You look like a mess So I opened my bag And I had no doubt A couple of these Are just my way out My hands felt the tingle My head was now clear I said I'll change Will you be happy my dear? Didn't remember that night Then the sun would appear And just as suspected What would I hear Get a hold of yourself Your full of sorrow You make me sick I might love you tomorrow With another day left I knew it would be rough I'll just take one more Then throw away the stuff We drank that night Then I think we got high I loved him so much For him I would die We made love and the slept Then when we awoke From the first word I said Was enough to provoke His veins were alive His blood was on fire So angry at nothing Was it this I'd desire Guess I don't have to tell you It never has changed He did this enough Where my mind was derranged Then one day it happened I rose from the dead I felt something different When I got out of bed It suddenly hit me I remembered my name Now this was scary Overwhelmed with shame Ten years of today Put my soul on display To pick and to poke at For this boy to play A lot of wear on my body But not quite yet broke Put my pieces together For I am no joke My daughters a beauty My son almost a man I'll do it for them I know that I can! You cannot do it You can't provide If it wasn't for me You would have died Thats what he said When we walked out the door For the first time ever I was honestly sure Hope my story ends happy Now that I'm in control The rest is all mine Forget the ten years he stole
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
Cut your bleeding heart out, And place it on the ground, For all those to look, Deceiving those around, Lock your bleeding heart in a box, And give it to those in need, Hold back all of the tears, Block out all of the debree, But does your bleeding heart deserve to be protected? Given and taken from the wrong, The wrong notes and words, That now make up your love song, Shatter your dreams with your bleeding heart, Prove the innocent of their hate, Fall to your knees and expire, As hopelessness always indicates, Stay up late with your bleeding heart, And discover the truths of your veins, The blood is soon to run dry, Bringing back all of your pains, Your bleeding heart cries for my blood, But you've already given it all away, Wasted it all of the wrong, Causing panic and then decay, You begin to hate your bleeding heart, The innocent can't renew your soil, It's Your veins, Your soul, That are running out of oil, Cut your bleeding heart out, And lock it in a box, Listen to every single beat, With it, you'll never be lost
This is how I come to fade! oh baby I once loved you. oh I once loved you!! My heart is aching for you, now. My love for you cries out! it cries out! oh oh this is the way you have made me. This is the way I have come to fade. Oh baby I once loved you.
Jump into pistachio talc and fly on mists a'sparkle Dripping off me is butterfly dust Stand up and you can follow Dive off the chair you sit in to streams filled thick with cider Nap on webs of candied cotton strung strong by the sugar spider Open your eyes under water Catch up with me high in flight Tether your wings to the sea horse's daughter as she swims in the moon beams at nights Sullied clouds fall past the ocean sleeping on silver tide's arm Drowsy me now from this butterfly potion sleeping in ribbons and lavender charm Imagine the ocean alive with flutters of wings on the tide Strip all your preconceived notions and watch with your eyes open wide Glisten in green innuendos Sparkle and shake out your wings I'm a whisper of water, a glint of delight taking flight on the brink of impossible things...
Sweet peas, Sweet corn, Sweet the clue, That does adorn, The sweetest thing I've ever seen, Since I was born... Like "Casablanca" Embracing at an airport, But not for "Goodbye" But here to "court" No way, but A short while ago, Would I ever, Dare to believe, This could ever be so... Life carries some surprises, Some are awful sweet, Not every one, Ends in some horrible defeat... I'll ask no more, Of my God above, Because he has returned Your precious love.
… I Awoke to A Classical, Pearl Ensemble A String Quartet' Upon My Pillow Your Bass, Echoed – like an Ocean-Rumble '… I Love You …' Plucked the Polished Mellow-Cello' and the Flawless Violins and The Viola – Flow Rushed to my Wavy Shore – Aglow Displayed and Spilled, like a Whirlpool- Vibrato … … Your Cultured Concert, left me … Staccato' … I Awoke to A Classical, Pearl Ensemble A String Quartet' Upon My Pillow and as Each Iridescent Drop, Solo-Sheen-Tumbled … My Own Heartstrings, did Crescendo... Maestro
You don't have to live… Like you did before! I can give you my love… And so much more! You don't have to keep on "bringing up the past…" I will give you a peace and joy that will forever last!" The chains you once had… No longer have to hold you down. I will pick you up and plant you on solid ground! You don't have to live the way that you once lived… An abundance of forgiveness and mercy is what I freely give! You no longer have to live a life that is filled with fear… I will always be your best friend. I am always here! You can come to me for a love that is worth finding… My promises are forever. You need no reminding! You can be a new creation. Old things passed away. I am that I am. And I can change your life TODAY! I am Jesus. Your provider. The all-sufficient one. My arms are wide open for you… Won't you come??? By Jim Pemberton 12/07/10
Just as each tender petal Of the prettiest rose unfurls Its fragrant silken form I hold in my mind A memory or thought Of each tender moment I have graciously shared with you Just as each tender petal Of the prettiest rose unfurls Releasing its natural beauty To an awe-inspired world I hold in my heart A love that grows evermore deeply Despite thinking I've given my all Just as each tender petal Of the prettiest rose unfurls Till it blooms in radiant glory I give you everything I am Protect you and cherish you Knowing I am the luckiest Most blessed person in the world Just as each tender petal Of the prettiest rose unfurls After which blooms wither and fall away I remember how much you Need to know daily you're cherished By someone who loves you more Than words can ever express You are as each tender petal Of the prettiest rose unfurls My love my life my future
She greets me with morning eyes and we laugh under white down telling stories of all sorts: Cats who wear backpacks at night filled with treats Lizards who step foot into her messy room and then turn on their tails for a quick stepped retreat Then we come up with the juice we could drink such as "air juice" which forces the hiccups to come or the dreaded old colored balloon juice (Have some and your belly will blow up to sky high retorts) We laugh as we come up with juice of all sorts "Zipper juice" closes your mouth in a zip which a friend must unzip between every sip! "Camel hair juice" why now THAT is just sticky and goes down your throat quite incredibly tickly! "Elephant toe juice" We think that is one that we'll leave quite untouched as it wouldn't be fun to drink toe juice and such So - that is the way that we spend all our mornings Stories and giggles and smiles galoring Perhaps this is something that you do as well with a hat and a cape and a cat and a bell for we all have a tale, to be told and to tell when we're fresh from a leap off the edge of our dreams and being awake isn't quite what it seems for the cat is still wearing his backpack...
The past, it may be over but is it really changed? I wish I could forget it but my life's still rearranged. I'm always told I'm 'different'. There are things I just won't do. These things that make me strange to them I owe them all to you. Because of how you were then I swore I'd never be. Somehow I lost myself in this although I'm finally free. I won't even look at alcohol. Oh gosh, no way...no how! My kids will never see me drunk. Not later and not now! You'll never hear a curse word be uttered from my lips. Although I may be thinking them while my hands are on my hips! I seem like such a nut case to all who don't know why. I don't waste time explaining... I couldn't even try.
We've come a long way I can honestly say As I look to the past I never thought we'd last But look where we are We've come so far We've given and we've taken We've done things forsaken We've laughed and we've cried Sometimes we've even lied I've hurt you and you've hurt me But our love feels like it was meant to be My heart is yours and your heart is mine It is rare to find a love so divine Our love is strong and it will come to grow Forever together is a long time you know By your side, I will always be I love you and you love me We'll stay together and never part As long as our love comes from the heart Copyright © 2002 Shari E Davis
~The Light~ I remember the first time Voices in my head getting way too loud Just a little girl unable to enjoy the world around me I thought there was no way out Almost took the easy way out Then I saw something shining at the end of a long dark tunnel It gave me hope A reason to believe As long as I kept my focus on ~The Light~ Thirteen and so very young Afraid to tell a soul About the demons in my head I thought that I had to deal with them For myself by myself Until I slipped and told a friend Finding out she heard them sometimes too Helped me feel a little better It is just too bad she never had a chance to see Brightness at the end of her tunnel After she moved away She just gave up Walking away from ~The Light ~ I felt so bad Yet I managed to hide the pain I always felt inside Even in my darkest hours With many attempts behind me I kept hoping to see ~The Light~ It is beautiful to see how a family can rescue Their fallen Just not giving up Always feeling their unconditional love Knowing they were there It all helped me walk out of that dark tunnel Embracing ~The Light~ Now I firmly believe it is possible For the most troubled soul To find a way out Without taking the easy way With love and support I know you can do it too As you go through life's journey Wherever it may take you Always remember to look for and Embrace ~The Light ~ By: Jean Shular
I sat in a porch rocker and looked Watching star bursts of wonder Sparks with flair in the evening sky Streams of light moving in splendor So beautiful one must say, "oh my!" I sat in a porch rocker and looked As the grand orchestra played away Sweet melody makes me give a sigh Music and light blending a display Horns and trumpets blasting high I sat in a porch rocker and looked Watching fireworks over the bay Music rocking with soft thunder Such a sight for ending a fine day A celebration without a blunder I sat in a porch rocker and looked!
I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird who spreads my wings From the East to the West of the World I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird who fly across the ocean From one land to another With freedom and joy I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird who soars to through the sky From the Earth to the Heavens The wonderful paradise I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird who wish not to be imprison From the evil doers have not a heart I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird who wish to spread love From the North to the South of the World I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird whose heart sings in rhythm with the whistling winds.
The camera flashed Radiance smiling back Images of love
Your eyes, I feel them looking Eternally they peer away I wish that I could capture them I wish, I hope, I pray But no, they look not for me They look for someone, true With a love to give well, always That is what, is meant for you Your lips and tongue, they call out I hear them on the breeze A voice that's like no other That brings me to my knees But no, they call not to me Your voice calls for someone, true May he have the love you seek, my dear That is what, is meant for you Your hands, they reach to touch so much With eagerness, they wish to feel Their softness is wonderfully caressing They can make a broken heart heal But no, they reach not for me They feel for that someone who Can touch you as you touch him That is what, is meant for you
When did we close our eyes we knew wrong and right didn't need to be told we could feel it in our soul. when did our heart grow cold having ability to say no seeing the need of help caring only for self. when did we stop loving life and everything it gives both in and outside how well we use to play didn't matter the nation or tribe. when did we stop looking inside forgetting what tears meant when cried knowing hurting feelings was a crime there were no conditions on who we liked. when... did you forget how you'd feel if someone said you weren't like them you can't be their friend any excuse to be above, in charge, or envied. when did humans become something else born on this planet in the same manner yet we fight, kill and eradicate billions, with excuses that complicate life. there are no actual reasons, yet we believe lies. when did we start ignoring our conscience the voice that tells us taking anything from life is wrong Tell me how long has it been since you've seen the entire world as your brother and friend forget a border, skin color, land or shore. when did we forget Love and replace it with money, greed, hate and disgust we've forgotten how to trust others and ourselves to breathe and recognize all that do the same. When can we get back to us again? Namaste Symphony
God has a message… That rings loud and clear. This world, as we know it… Shall one day disappear! God has a message.. And it's quite evident. Everything in his word is truthful and relevant! God has a message… Read His word today! His son… Jesus… Is the truth, the life, the ONLY way! God has a message… To be proclaimed to every nation. Only through Christ, Can one find true salvation! God has a message… For all of mankind… This is the day of salvation! NOW is the accepted time! God has a message… Please listen to his story! We have all sinned… And fallen short of his glory! God has a message… For everyone to see! It's only through him, that we can be totally free! God has a message… He's the answer to your every question! Living for him daily… Needs to be your goal and ambition! God has a message… He wants to give you life abundantly! So you can be with him in heaven… For all eternity! What message will you give to him? What choice will you make? Please do it NOW… Before it's too late!!! By Jim Pemberton 03/07/11
I need someplace better to go. Like a poverty-stricken township. In a city made of gold. Where people trust and love each other. Where I would loose control. And scream my happy heart out. Like fallen warriors of old. And I'm making my way to this place. I'll bide my time and set my pace. To loose this spoiled human race. And let my free heart roam. And I've seen someplace better to hold. Like an Amazon rain forest. In a land that unfolds. And shows its povertized people. With hearts made of gold. Like people of few having a lot and most nothing. Not people like you smoking rock and still huffing. If it only meant something. I'm making my way to this place. To find a sign and then embrace. All the people there. Who call this space their own. So music makes your soul rollover. And it's something you can share. With a world that ran out of luck. Or that girl that doesn't care. Like a feeling locked inside a page. Of love, or life, or even rage. This music is despair. And I'm making my way to this place. Of waterfalls and open space. And leaving here without a trace. To help these people home. And Now I'll cry and release my soul. Over a glass of wine. For this music man who's simply slowly dyin'. And this man of rhytmatic drums. Lay in bed and slowly hums. A song of simple glowing suns. That draws him into them. I'm making my way to this place. Entering my saving grace. A simple sacred holy place. And die inside my home.
I was thinking about something just the other day. I was at a loss for the "right words to say." I was thinking about a time "way back when." That day I became born again. A zeal for Jesus that I once had. Excitement in my life, a heart so glad. A passion for Christ overwhelmed my soul. I loved Jesus-for he had made me whole. I've forgotten things that I once knew. Reading God's word- I no longer do. What has happened to me? I'm so ashamed! I'm an embarrassment to Jesus' holy name. So, dear Jesus, my knees I humbly bow. Please change my life... I need you now! By your word, transform me deep within. I confess to you my backsliding sin. I re-commit my life NOW-Yes I do! And by your love, I'm made BRAND NEW! By Jim Pemberton
Oh, the taste of sweet mangoes While relaxing on a Caribbean beach. Such a refreshing way to watch the sun Setting on the blue and calm horizon. This sweet mango is such an appetizer Preparing the pallet for the main course. Stimulating one's stomach for a feast With visions of the coming dish, The main flavor of the day. Oh, I like tasty mangoes The setting sun, and Caribbean beaches.
I love you, and I thank God for bringing you into my life. My life is so happy, and it's because of you. I might never found another like you, that why I don't never want you to go. I love the way you make me feel, and how you treat me. You're my friend, and that's so important to me in a relationship. I don't want to lose you, so I hope you're always be by my side. I love you and I want you to know that. I never have loved a man like this, and I'm happy to say that you're my man and my friend. God bring things in people lives for a reason and he brought you to make my days better. If we ever part I want you to know that I'll be happy that I had a share of your love. And I'll be happy that I had a love that made me feel so beautiful. I love you, and I thank God for bringing you into my life.
Never much money did my grandpa have, but love, yes love, was all around, his weathered skin, and calloused hands, showed the world, he was a hardworking man. With a tired old mule, he plowed his fields, planting his crops, so all could have meals. No Food Stamps way back then, just neighbor helping neighbor, time, and again. All the children had chores to do, before the rooster crowed, before they left for school. Five little children, their hair so white, walking down a dirt road, imagine the sight. .
I am here when You need me my voice You do know I'm right here beside You remember… You know. Don't let what's in front of Your eyes stray You from what You've learned be what You are instinctively don't let go of what You earned. Nothing should hold You back only time should be Your goal for what's determined in this life is concluded by Your soul. So stop with the pity and get on with Your life Yourself has been waiting for You to bury Your lie.
Mothers are truly God's gift to the world and really for us Oh, they will put things out, even a fuss with a simple touch The essence of their being prevents us from being in a rush Hear their words of wisdom and one will learn very much Even as drivers they shift gears without scraping the clutch Resting a child's head, they simmer a cry with such a hush Saving grace, loving us dearly like a hand with a royal flush
One day I will ask my friend why He chose blue, for water and sky, and why He chose green for grass, brown for dirt and black for night, pink for the sunset, and yellow for the moon, sun, and stars. But one day I will ask Him why He chose them al, for the Rainbow!
Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house, with a moonlit forest behind it. Coming out of denial is the new bird, that comes and stays a while, with that little empty house, but when winter comes, he is off on a journey from the heavens above.
Fly like an eagle, soar upon your wings. Fly like an eagle, soar to higher things. Fly like an eagle, no matter what challenge life brings. Fly like an eagle, succeed against the obstacles life brings. Fly like an eagle, soar as high as you can dream. Fly like an eagle, no matter how hard it might seem. Fly like an eagle, you can do anything.
When God Called Me… When God called me… I didn't know what to expect! The words he spoke to my heart. I won't forget! What God said to me…. I remember so vividly. He woke me up in the night so unexpectedly! When God awoke me. I "jumped out of bed." I wanted to hear what his spirit said. What God wanted for me… Was to follow him! I wanted to obey and trust him as my friend! What God desired was to have a faithful heart! He was there for me… Right from the start! My wordly possessions… I left behind! A new treasure in Christ… I did find! Many of my "past habits" begin to leave me… As I felt God's awesome love all around me! My thoughts and attentions were decided. Everything I needed... God provided! I've chosen to follow him 100 percent! Fellowship with my creator, is time well spent! He is my beloved and I am his! He 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
Paint me my dream with your pen tonight, my special place, where everything is right. Velvet so soft for bare feet to tread, pillows of clouds for my weary head. Champagne falls to swim, and bath, my house of stars, that will never fade. A pathway so safe, to stroll each day, a golden moon to guide my way. Love songs playing, in the distance so faint, this is the dream for your pen to paint.
My heart feels lonely and I am blue I dont know what I can do, for I wonder if I'll see the Son of God looking at me and if he dose will he be pleased or say this day go from me, Oh how I do want to see heaven, I've been saved sence I was seven my heart cries out from the deaths of my soul save me God from this day on Dose he hear me Yes or No this lonely feeling is haunting my soul Please dear God make it stop and help me see heaven in Loves pure light.
Pictures on a shelf, Cards with sweet thoughts received, If I thought I was happy, I was just self-deceived Till this day has come, And with it you, The most beautiful woman, That I ever knew.
Don't sweat the small stuff, they say... I see it, a different way.... Small problems easily become big, Make you pull your hair out, So you gotta' wear a wig!
is it the ugliest thing you've ever seen the ugliest attitude is it the worst sound what is it? no pages to be on at all no eye to eye to see on what is it? is it you or me? is it all you see.. it really is a secret to me... beauty is beauty no color lines it recognizes your sista's are beautiful can be beautiful you must be beautiful first....
Love, Hate, Life, Death, The Rose is all of them enmeshed. The blossom of Admiration grows, As do the hateful thorns of Rose. Accompanied by Spring in Life, It follows the casket in death and strife.
Her tongue drips silver Calling children of all ages Walk in the spring brook Soft pebbles tickle Urban woes begin to fade A small interlude
Now that im up off the floor, my legs they feel so funny No more hustling for me because my aunt provides the money No more of that floor , the bed is where lay I'll try my best to do good because the bed is where I'll stay its been a long time coming from that floor to this bed . its a good thing that I decided to leave because i could have ended up dead PART 2 OF ''FROM THE FLOOR UP''
Happy is the day a baby is born. Happy are the parents of a new born. Happy are the siblings of the new born. Happy are the relatives to the family. Happy are friends and well wishers. Happy is everyone who appreciates God's Gifts. It is wonderful to experience parenthood. It is wonderful to experience sibling rivalry. It is wonderful to have an inclusion to the family. It is wonderful to have someone to love. It is wonderful to have someone to love you. It is wonderful to celebrate procreation. Today you remember your coming to the world. Today your parents remember your first word. Today your siblings rejoice with you. Today your relatives celebrate with you. Today friends and well wishers appreciate you. Today everyone felicitate with you. Here comes a day for you to be really happy. Be lost in the celebration of Goodness.
My little girl, she could not sleep so toss and turn, she pulled the sheets and, ba ba black sheep safe in tow to our dark room she chose to go A creak of the door and then there she was she wanted to sleep with us because she heard a noise, she was too hot, she tried to sleep but she could not I hauled her up to our bed at three before too long she was fast asleep but I, on the other hand, was wide awake for, someone did my pillow take and someone elbowed me all night and had the blanket pulled too tight Someone's hand flopped on my head (I wished we had a king size bed) By six I finally gave in and rose eyes swollen tired and stuffy nose hair looking like I had lost the war all out of coffee so I went to the store and when I got back, when asked how she slept my little girl sighed, and said "good, except... I thought I would sleep all snugly and tight but MOMMA bug kept me UP ALL NIGHT!!!!"
APHRODITE NIGHT Remembering that night of our last touch, when nothing was between us we should know, in love with loving you, and just how much I wonder where in time do such nights go? Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight, or like the flame that Zeus refused to share with mortals such as we, and on this night, Pandora's box was opened everywhere, you were, that night, my first and only love and always shall remain that part of me, created from the earth and waters of a night that Aphrodite made to be. And I am more than blessed for loving you forever and all time, as I shall do. © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa
I am amazed By what happens these days People long lost Couldn't find at any cost... Seems I was not awake This stupidity I can not shake They walk right by me And I don't seem to see Lost in thought Lost in hurt I must arise From the dirt There's Love to be had There's wonders to see... I just never thought.... This could happen to me.
How can I hear you when you're not here How can I feel your kiss and whisper in my ear Your arms enfold me when I'm sad And stir passions within me I never knew I had I promise to honor, cherish, and comfort you I give my heart and spirit now and forever to only you And here before all united we will be Loneliness gone forever for you and me
Leaf, folded and thrown When it crashes, spirits soar My life is this leaf
Blue dream in desire brain thinking happily from the dark night's sky I like for you and me. And we love so normal And we love for ourselves in the blue dreams. As we open the night gate we see a beautiful voice calling.
I do promise to always to true I do give my heart and soul to you Together we will always be And face whatever will be I take you for better or worse You fill this need in me for which I thirst I take you for rich or poor And each day I only love you more In sickness and health For with you I have all my wealth To love and honor all the days of my life This I pledge to you this day as I become your wife
I wrote this poem upon my lovers face, So she would know that my love could never be erased, I wrote this poem upon my lover's neck, So she'd know, Its her mind and soul I love, Her thoughts and ideas I respect. I wrote this poem upon my lover's breast, To be sure that I had a place to sleep after my night of conquest. I continued pass her ribs down to her belly, And with careful attention And the best penmanship To seal thy love I wrote upon her hips. From her hips down to her thighs, I wrote the many special things So she would never have to ask why, From where does my love spring, I wrote this poem upon my lover's spine. To unveil the riches and treasures she'd once twined. I wrote this poem upon my lover's arms, To remind her I'll hold her and protect her from harm. I wrote this poem upon my lover's inner thighs. So I could recite this, after traveling her sky. In this age of tattoos, I broke the rules, Like a child with a pen.... Stands on couch and stool, I wrote all over the walls of her heart, While substance and meaning seeped in. Her skin sustained the ink like ancient hieroglyphics. I wrote this poem upon my lover's back, My eyes, witness to these erotic facts. With lover's ink, across her smooth skin, I wrote of the honey dripping from her pours, Of how the ink that runneth, And love that cometh blends. I wrote upon my lover, with perminate ink, from head to toe, Heavan knows I had more to say, But I wrote as far as the ink persisted to flow. For Shannon
Went to the man who sells emotion To buy anger, get sad free He held up a cup of happy Said he had a deal for me Said "I know what you're looking for Too bad it can't be found Not enough forgiving And a little too much sound But I can give you something To help take of the edge A little sour maybe But it'll pull you from the ledge You see this one's called happy And some say it doesn't exist They say it lives in fairy tales But I'll show you it's no myth" He gave me a drink of his potion And the world began to fade I saw only what I wanted In the world my sub-conscious made There was nothing there to choke me Nothing there to bring me down But a little too much forgiving And not quite enough sound So I reeled back from my daydream And said it's not for me I need my world of chaos Not a blindfold dream
While the wind blew swiftly. The bird flew thrifty. Flapping its wings. Faster and harder. Against the wind. The bird flew like it was blind. Swirling all around the skyline. All at once the wind calmed down. The bird came through town. Soaring its wings. As it roared right past me. To find rest upon a clothes line.
Days have become long and werey. Her heart is falling apart. She spends her nights crying over him wishing they were still together. She loved him but he did not love her. He cheated on her and she took him back only to let him hurt her again. Why does she love him? Why doesn't he love her? He treats her like crap and doesn't care about her feelings. She does everything she can to make him happy and its doesn't seem to help. Now thinking back on what he did she stops crying over the jerk that crushed her and goes onto live her life with a guy that truly cares for her and know she is truly happy.
The days have come and gone, Since then i have felt forlorn, I could never have told you what i held true in my heart, I was afraid that we would part, For i wouldn't know what to do, Because without you, I am a lost soul, I just wouldn't know where to go, When we were together, I could never spoil the moment, i felt that it was better, If I had let us stay as we were rather than see what we could've been, I didn't want to jeopardize you just for you to have seen, That i had loved you, that i always had and always will, I just needed for you to know that i cared till Till the end of infinity and the end of time, I just knew that we were perfectly in chime, For you are all that has ever mattered to me, You are my world and my everything, nothing else mattered to me, not even my TEE, You always occupied my mind, To the extent that i wouldn't have noticed if i had signed, Away my life along with everything in it, i would give up everythng and anything for you, I would give anything to be with you just once more i would give away my life and everything in it too, I'd do it just for you, so if you didn't know before, you do now, I knew that i loved you the first time i met you, i don't even know how, But all i know is that my love for you is true, Because i love you for being you!
A calm has come amidst a storm At last, at last, I've finally found. Peace came to me, as bees to swarm As fleas to an aging old hound. My burden scale reads faint to lifted Your sails are trimmed and course set true. Sad thoughts of you though oft I've sifted Have vanished like this mornings dew. Unpleasant memories I've interred deep Beyond my intellect bell's faint tingle. No more into my psyche dare they creep Or with my pleasant thoughts to mingle. But you haven't moved from our space You'll always be foremost on our minds. And in our heart's your special place Is still filled with a Godly love that binds. So when your life seems less up than down View those days as just another life test. Paste on a smile and chase that frown And seek God's help to just do your best.
It is a blessing to be surprised by the familiar; to notice a smile that has always been there and the softness of voice of people who comfort and care, to feel the gentle touch of those who encourage and cheer and the kindness in eyes to whom one is precious and dear. O God, these are the blessings You send my way let me always be aware of it and grasp it each day!
Some will say, that I must be vain To express in poems, such heartfelt pain Of loves gone wrong, and broken hearts Yet these words, so sad and blue In each of us, we know are true For all of us have loved and lost And asked ourselves, is it worth the cost To find true love and risk that pain If I say yes, does that make me vain?
All points meet at you~ the sky, the sun, the water. A still photograph holds my happiness in ink. I pretend that you still smile.
My life, it is too short. Not enough of my time can be spent here, But I'll try my hardest To complete my task. Ignore the want and need, Nothing should be sought after Except for love. Love is my task. Keep away from war and harm. To hurt is to be quite against my task. Peace is important, And reprieve is possible. I can make reprieve. It is my job to offer myself to others: Whether to take jobs, Or listen with love. Whatever my task, I will try to do it without question. Everyone needs love, And I want to give it.
As seeds spread new life, to the corners of the world, out there somewhere, he is praying for that special girl. A season is not forever, it lasts for only a while, now dry those misty eyes, and put on that hopeful smile. Between the pages of a love that has passed, a faint little ember, will bring a love, that will last. Hearts can't be made, to go against their will, when one tries, then comes a barren chill. Patience is a virtue, such a difficult task, and you are it's keeper, if love is to last. Open new windows, let the seeds come to you, upon a gentle breeze, comes a love, that will be true....
My dreams are not what I thought they would be. When I was fifteen, and thinking of me. "Twenty years from now..." the thought ran through my mind. "I'll be beautiful and smart. Happy and kind." "I'll be a stay at home mom, with my high school sweetheart by my side. He'll work nine to five, we'll have nothing to hide." But the years they change us. And life gets hard. You fall out of love. And your heart gets barred. You raise your kids. Alone and depressed. You work too hard. Never getting any rest. And then one day you find someone new. And your dreams, they change. And your attitude too. Twenty years later, I'm a stay at home mom. My high school sweetheart is long, long gone. I am beautiful and smart. Happy and kind. Who knew it would take twenty years to find this wonderful man, here by my side? And him and I, we have nothing to hide. My dreams are not what I thought they would be. When I was fifteen, and thinking of me.
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.
Childhood wings kept hanging behind closet doors nestled in pockets in woolen pea coats bright blue like clear skies meant for flying.
You've always been there for me Right from the start. Everything you do Comes straight from the heart. When I think of you My heart fills with love. And this feeling my dear Is what life is made of. You've given me passion, love, And total bliss. And all it took Was just one kiss. I knew from the moment I first lay eyes on you That a life without you in it Would just never do. I am honored that you chose me To be your wedded wife, And by your side I'll stay For the rest of my life. I Love You
Love is soemthing , hard to find Something that can take very long For one of use to even find Love is something that can heal Something that you show to someone else For one to love is really hard to feel Love can be happines Something you wait for nine months For someone to give birth for the first time Love can sometimes be rage Something goes wrong and we complain For one to be wise can be hard for us Love can be freedom Something you can feel secure about For someone that is close to you For one of us to trust With no harm ever done Love is all around us We feel it almost everyday Even if we dont feel it There is someone out there
Hold me tight don't let Me go Over the hills and water Runs I'd swim the deepest ocean For you Hold me tight don't let Me go For our love is so very rare ~~Smile~~ That is why I'd walk hills And mountains high For you to hold me tight and Don't let go As we dance amidst the stars In limbo we stay So hold me tight don't let me Go For our love will be as a gem Beautiful and rare Amidst the planets of stars
A smile can broadcast your feelings, letting everyone know you're feeling fine. Some people mistake tears as a sign of weakness, But I think tears are a sign of strength. A strength I do not possess. Letting people know how I truly feel? Something I can not do. The fear of judgement and ridicule hold me back from letting everyone know the real me. People only see a part of me. They only see the part I let them come close to. They don't see the hurt, and the pain, and all the tears that I deal with behind closed doors. They don't hear all the screaming, and the crying that I hear. They don't feel the hate, the hurt, and the back stabbing that feel. All they see is a smile. All they hear is a laugh. All they know is what I let be known. Just because I smile doesn't mean I don't feel pain.
Please leave a message after the tone… Hey babe, I did what you told me to do, I did what they say I couldn't I did it! And I wouldn't take no for an answer from myself. Breathing faster, I put my pride and insecurities on the top shelf. You would have been so proud. With each keyboard stoke I moved closer to what had eluded me For all those years. And they understood me, Do you know how good that feels? I know this message is going to seem pretty long today. But "Michael", "Laura", and "Amy", really liked what I had to say. It's pretty late; I think I'll lay down for a bit, So when you get this call me… I love you bye!
M y heart was not perpaird for this! Y ou caught me so off gaurd. H ow could you leave my life, like there was never any love at all. E very time I remember you, the pain contenues. A fter all we have been through, you departed. R ed roses you gave me, said you loved me. T onight I cry for you. W hat you have done for me, has opened my eyes. I will never forget this for it has been my life lesson. L ook at me. L ook at me, you have made me. G od forbid this, but it is what is now. O h how I want you back. O ne day I might forgive you. N ever will I stop loveing you.
A day comes when you know the many people that have come and gone have left you with many foot prints on your heart. The foot print treads imprinted deep on the heart of one looking at life differently through eyes, open now wide taking everything in. Eyes, once dark, lost, empty seeing nothing but the ugliness life once held. Escaping through the boarded up, windows sealed with black paint. Seeing the beauty all around embracing, all that is seen, soaking it in like a sponge, when wet holds all that it has soaked in. releasing only when squeezed out. The foot prints of the many people who, have come and gone are the sponges within her heart, squeezing out only the, ones which held her captive for so long. Others, she keeps tucked away within, remembering all of them who have passed. Their foot prints impacted on the heart of, the one now with eyes wide open.
Mom, you are my role model Raising me to a young woman, from a little girl Step by step, day by day You've done a great job, in so many ways When I need someone, you are always there I never have to doubt that you care I can always tell you what i'm thinking of Mom, you have my love You raised me the best you could Took care of me like any good mother would You brought me in this world, guided me through life Giving me the things every kid needs to survive You righted me when I was wrong many times you helped me stay strong Like many mothers, you've tried your best And mom, i'd say you passed the test Raising four girls by yourself Must have been harder than I could inmagine But obviously you knew just where to begin And for that i'll love you to the end.....
Glassed Waters Heavy Cobalt Bejeweled of morning star Mirroring beauty Tranquil Waters Azure eyed Life of only this moment Presuming nothing Allayed Waters Emerald warmth Splashing of morning glory Animated Verve Sweet Waters Cooling Jade Scented deep in spring rain Swelling rebirth Still Waters Sapphire subtle Filling drops of gentle ardor Granting hope
The candle, which sets my heart aflame The fire, which scorches my soul with your name One question I ask of you, the truth if you please Why'd you reject my light, when I've begged on my knees Begged for your love, pleaded for you to me Pleaded that on your mind, my heart would be Did not thou see, the gifts I had in store In order to spoil thy body and spirit galore For now, that opportune has passed, for another is mine This unfortunate heart forever loves at the wrong time This new found torch, so angelically sweet She warms my soul with her soothing heat Her hues calming, her fumes embracing A torch not planned for replacing Although, with that said Visions of an old flame roam the boundaries of my head A flame never proclaimed dead, for loving you still I do The candle, the fire, the NeverEnding Flame that burns for you
Silence and deaf ears. Sad times and many tears. Friends and family so relieving. Eyes and hearts in me believing. Times of trial hard to recover. No time or love from another. Welcoming arms and open hearts. Help and comfort and a new start. Take these things and piece me together. Take away the bad things and I'll feel better. Haven't you needed this yourself? Will you add to it or will you help? Hold me close and never leave. Keep the puzzle together and you'll be an important piece.
Sitting here at work day in day out, Running my machine mind filled with doubt. Wondering, pondering about what I've become, Have I done things right? All my task overcome? Am I happy where I am? Is this what I want to do? If I could change one thing, would I even want to? So many questions cloud my mind, Like the city smog from the daily grind. Then out of the blue comes a vision so clear, It sets my mind at rest as the questions disappear. I see my two children sitting in my lap, All passed out in my chair taking a nap. Then I remember why I am where I am, It's for my children. It's all about them. So I'll put my mind to rest for now, Until I ask again what, where, when, why and how. By: Nathan Bane Leccese © All Rights Reserved 03/09/2009
What is it that GOD deals to us, from The Heavens and The Stars?, The choices that we make in life, will bring us near or far. He has given us these two things, they are Life and Free Will too, as what you choose to do with them, is merely up to You. You may choose to do the Wrong Thing, leading to The Darkest Night, Or turn and walk the other way onto The Path of Light. The Bible says " God Loves Us All " no matter what we do, All that He is waiting on, is just a call from you!!!! To tell him you've been going, down a steep and beaten path, And would he please just show you, Somehow, A way to just get back!! Now you're Starting Over, and as well you see " The Light " , Your Hope and Faith, God gives you Wings, Now Start A Brand New Life!!
There is no such thing as love I've decided this is true And I've come to this conclusion All because of you There is no such thing as love Though I wish this wasn't so You proved this truth to me When you decided to go I wish there were such a thing as love And that you wouldn't cheat and lie Because every time you break my heart I feel I'm going to die I wish there were such a thing as love Wouldn't that be comforting To know that this illusion Doesn't have to be a dream Maybe there is such a thing as love Because you called the other day to say You miss me and though I want you back Something inside's saying, Stay away. Now I know there's such a thing as love Only I found it in other arms I know this is true love Because his intentions involve no harm Now I know there's such a thing as love Because he would never hurt me or lie I'm so happy that I've found true love This time with a faithful guy! I love him with all my heart and I know he returns it, too Because he doesn't lie or cheat on me In fact he's nothing like you.
When we first met it was online. Your name Nappytowny caught my attention. We were connected instantly. To you I grew an attachment. Now without my Marcus, my Indiana, I am no longer complete. I've met other guys but none like you. You always find the right things to say and do. With you I'm not just ordinary Shavon. I develop a glow or a shine that in other cases is simply not mine. Marcus we share something that is very rare. I don't know what to call it but the people who have it know. This is the place I want to be. There's no other I'd rather go. Lying in your arms or miles away on the phone. As long as I hear your voice I know I'm not alone. You, I want in my life forever. And God forbid we ever fall apart. I'll look up Nappytowny, you look up shavonlewis and that'll be our new start.
Sometimes, life isn't always how It looks at first. It's all better now. I felt so overwhelmed by the world's demands, But I feel better knowing she understands. I no longer have to regret the things I've said. I know now that I can move on instead. I felt as if I was without that thing I could never find. Now I'm back in my body and back in my mind. I found that moment where my world was bright. I found that the sky's still blue and my world's alright. Loves are loves, traitors are traitors, but family is always there. Now I can look nearer for someone to care. I hope that everyone can be like me and find shelter from the rain. Love, family, friends, help, anything to help fight against your pain.
I keep telling my father, sure dad I'l be better, I'll get my life together. He looks at me with a desparte face, "Okay my little one" I keep telling my father I'll get my life together. I don't mean to hurt him.... I really mean what I say, I just get cought up in my old ways!!! I don't want to be this way. So I'm saying this prayer for the first time today, Father in heaven, wash away the years and tears I flew by in just a couple of days. I love you Lord . Keep me in your arms forever and a day!
No other heart doth beat as yours Nor, another breath's as sweet No other smile can melt a heart Nor make one feel complete No other touch can make me fly Nor keep me grounded so No other voice can tempt this man Nor make these feelings flow
I love him, and he loves me. This world above, can not be! The fate that is destind, is far more than what can be seen. In thy heart I will always have thou to be. This endless love, might never ceas to fail, but if it shall, I will always love thou art. Indeed!! To the death of us, shall we part! In thy heart I will always hath thou to be. My love for thee, is greater than this earth shall ever be to me. I love thou art, Indeed! In thy heart, I say to thee, Thou art shall always be! I wrote this For my Friend Mallory Rees and Her beloved Tim Simpson.
If you see me stumbling and you're watching me to see if I'll fall or make it... reach out your hand to me. If you hear me crying and you sense my misery, offer me a helping hand but please...don't cry for me. If you know my weakness and you fear my strength is low... Stay with me untill I'm strong. If you love me, let me know. If you ever need me just look and I'll be there. You'll never have to wonder just how much I care.
I get a kick outta the writes I see, So intellectual, how can that be? I skipped two grades, Was forced to take IQ tests again, Cause no one as dumb as me, Could possibly produce such a score, you see Got 100% on regents exams, Passed college entrance tests Half drunk and dirty of dress Cause I was up with friends drinkin' and carousing like the rest, And, Lord knows how, but I assure, I aced the test, and even more, To what was then considered "The Poor-Man's Harvard" I cruised through that as well, No one was gona stop this Bell But IQ tests, and scholastic grade, Never has one, of a man be made I still do get confused, About how to wear two shoes, My brain may be book-smart, But comin' from the heart, I've trusted when I really shouldn't Was skeptical when imprudent So here's this IQ wiz, Don't know just who he is, And street smart as a cat, Caught in Dr. Zeuss's hat. So teach your children well, don't grow up to be like Tom Bell
I remember way back when I was real young, my brother and I used to have adventures and we wouldn't even leave the house. Games full of hide and seek and afternoon cartoons. We were two peas in a pod like twins at least that's how we bonded. All the neighborhood kids loved us, were addicted to our energy. It wasn't until we grew up a little that I started to notice the difference between us. I was light as day, he was dark as night. Same father same mother just out mind sets were different. I got treated like a white girl even though I was full of soul. I begged for his darkness because I was naive. To him it didn't matter. He belonged to our family no matter the difference in color. I would stand by him just so people would see that I was black. Even though I knew every song, I knew how to dress, and shake just like a video girl some of the ignorant still just couldn't except that I was one of them. I got teased and beat because I had brown colored hair that fell down my back like long silk. My skin so light eye shadow wouldn't show when I put it on. I would stare in the mirror and wish for a darker complexion. But this was me, I lived a few blocks from the projects, a beautiful neighborhood with lots of houses we were upper class but still knew the struggle. A few gun shots here and there but my block was like the suburbs compared to them mean streets that I had never crossed. But I went to school right in the project area, you turned a corner and you were right in the middle of it. I've seen many fights, weed smelling bathrooms, girls bringing knives to school, alcohol in the cafeteria milk. I experienced it all right with them. I even had an temper that got my butt kicked sometimes. But it was always the same comment you can't be black, maybe Hispanic but not black. I would always wonder why, just because I was light to me this made no sense in the world. But I've grown up now and it doesn't bother me anymore because I love my curves and I know that there are different shades of black in the world. Especially since now a dayslight skinned girls are the new trend.
Those raging waters caress my soul, so many are here waiting, as His words unfold. Hidden treasures that lie within, silently manifest, again, and again. Joyful faces unknown by miles, suddenly familiar with their journeys trials. Searchers of peace stand side by side, awaiting an answer to simplify. Graspers of riches, they have no rules, much like a thief, taking all they can use. Desperate is the path of a poor hungry man, survival the key in every land. Locked from the place where comfort dwells, seeking refuge from the flooding swells. Mountains so high they take your breath, never to be climbed all by yourself. The key to a good heart, was created with love, understanding will be given from God above. Those raging waters such a powerful thing, all made possible from our Heavenly King.
Why did we do it? Why did we go? Should we have come back. Cause now i fell alone. Missing you every day. Wishing everything would change but knowing nothing is ever going to be the same. I should be sorry for what I did but I'm happy I did it. You are the only one I would've done it with. Cause you are the best friend I've ever had. What we did was a test of our friendship and now that it's over and done with we can start over with an even better friendship.
I can't seem to find the words to properly express My love for nature at its best I think if I could describe one part My favorite would be the stars Like diamonds they sparkle and shine Lighting the way to heaven divine Only for one moment a cloud passes by You know they are there though they hide The moon it hangs in wait all through the night At dawn the sun brings us daylight Again the stars go away to hide You know they are waiting for the night A Universe of stars and planets too A miraculous and romantic view
W/hat if sickness and death were no more? What if racism was something to abhor? What if crime, war, and poverty ceased? What if life took on a brand new lease? Could you live in a world thus described? Where children won't have to run and hide, From people wishing to do them harm, And growing faint out of fear and alarm. What if every man was treated the same? Not looked down upon and called ugly names? What if everyone was considered a brother, Instead of hating and hurting each other? How about the war going on today? Couldn't we have thought of some other way? Without sacrificing so many lives, Is it worth it that so many died? Wouldn't you love to never say "I'm sick," Disease's gone, every one take your pick! What if death walked right out the door, Never showing his ugly face here anymore! To live in a world such as this, Where bad and evil don't exist, Enjoying so much happiness and peace, Where all the former things have totally ceased, What if?
My Love for thee will always be. For your love is what sets me free, you were so sweet you swept me off my feet. My heart went pitter patter and the beat became such a treat. My love for thee will always be. First love the kind that dazes and crazes the emotions and mind. Pinch me please make sure you find it is me inside and not just someone blind. My love for thee will always be. For you are all that my heart and eyes can see. First love that engaged you and me. The certain look in each other's eyes. Exasperated moments of lows and highs, your love has me always in a sigh. Pinch please and you will see, my love for you will always be. It will always be you for me. Love is blind but my heart is not.
Trying Times Can I maintain this life Without begging Christ To save me From the life he gave me Can I walk to the plot To where lays my father death spot And stand over his grave His life is with me acknowledgement I'm is daughter but I wasn't with him his last dying days Tears seem to not fall from my eyes Because I know emotion will not grow him back And the last words that utter from my mouth will be with me until the day that I'm dead they are now un-depart able bitter words that has now been said They say Gods give you nothing you can't bare Trying time he's given me trying times is in me I dream of some better days As a young child proven educate with good grades Wanted to be a woman at a young age Started working on my life Tried to blackout every thing in my life that went wrong Even as a minor I promise god that all my struggling was going to make me strong But lost in the mine set that I had no one to carry with me Turn my back on the people that had given me life Told them I didn't need them so forget their advice I broke them down to the same feeling that rooted bitterness Spoke for me took hostage over my pride But each heart beat I wanted I wanted them to reach for me because all I wanted was to be their child They say Gods give you nothing you can't bare Trying times he's given me trying times is in me Fast I was moving Tried I was getting Still I wasn't not going to stop Because I will never give up I instill in myself as long as I don't misused my body and educate my mine There was nothing that could harm me Nothing Suddenly everything that I was reaching for turn around and ran from me And for the first time in my life I wanted good to save me I barely stop myself from falling to my knees begging him to free me For now I could see My daddy deceased My mother sickly And soon I will be a woman For I will be no ones child I feel as if I'm not ready They say Gods give you nothing you cant bare Trying time he's given me trying times is in me
Growing new feathers stiff bones and frond wisps Plumes iridescent Flaming bronze and gold to snatch ripe currents Blown on the wind me and these wings full of new hope and soft landings Take the sky Test your wings Fly with me We'll soar alive! Free! .
Been friends all of our lives Had lover's and lost lovers We moved in and out of town But remained friends Never told of a secretly held passion of Never imagine the thought could ever be lived I was stunned to know of a relationship That i couldn't live So I departed Then one day I was taken by surprise Of lost years Of how life had blossom Still holding back The feelings is out of control It must be told How she be setting it off Like firework on the fourth of july I can't even tell a lie I hope we never have to say goodbye I think i could love her Until the day i die
LOVE being felt caressively,so sexually, intimately,intentively makes me feel so radical,speaking hypothetical-ly of how it makes me feel, So real,the thrill I always feel,the ideal of me wanting to kiss, I can't resist what this is, which is you only you. No one else has made me feel what I felt, get me so hot until the point I melt, I sweat began to pelt upon each other, There is no other that makes me feel what I feel when we together for now until forever. The LOVE we feel physically, mentally and emotionally. But just to think I'm only speaking hypthetically.
I never knew my name, I always walk in shame. I never knew my Father , nor my MOTHER. Never knew a sister : Never knew a brother. Where should I set the BLAME ? I never knew an uncle, I never knew an aunt. GRANDPARENTS : That give YOU anything YOU want!?!!? I knew my wife ( LENORE ) for seven hours. I don't mean Biblically ; I mean rice laden showers. Another POETESS came into my life, a short while ago. Her POEMS inspired me, Her words built up my Ego. Her EYES , the most beautiful, beckoning: color GREEN. Brighter than the stars on the silver screen. I never thought I would fall deeply in LOVE with YOU. I never thought : That YOU would have " SOMEONE " TOO. I will Always LOVE YOU Inspired by ; Written For ; and Dedicated to TAMIVIOLET
I wrote this in a guy's point of view, because I was inspired by Josh Torres I'm tired of the same. I want her a little more plain. I said I'm tired of the same old same. I know they're not to blame, that their not the right frame. I just want her a little more plan. She would have all my praise, for the beauty she obtains. Just being a little more plain. She is truly beautiful and not vain. Being just a little more plain. She does not blend in with all of them. She stands out in the rain. Being just a little more plain.
From this day I give to you A lifetime to see your dreams all come true To be your friend, companion and more To love you till my life is no more I give you an end to your loneliness And fill your heart with happiness Together a lifetime we will see A love story written just for you and me
I write poems of love, paint pictures of life; But nothing seems real, not until you're my wife. I love you so strongly, all my heart and my soul. My love is forever, to show you - my goal. I've looked for you for years dear, trying to find my soul's mate. Made mistakes and been lonely, but it's all been worth the wait. God finally put us together, to make our souls one; And i'll love you forever, even after this life's done.
God gave you to me. Because we were ment to meet. And fall deep. We're young But we both know what lasts and what don't! Even if we do not last our love already has.
I love YooHoo, I love wine, I love your love, It is devine... Some hidden god, Brought us together, Once more again, Satisfying, A long lived yen... Sweet is sweet, And love is love, The day we did meet, Was blessed from above.
Feeling sad? Well that's too bad, But why mope around in a dark blue funk? Don't let life's trouble Burst your bubble. Why waste your time on all that junk? Now, life might have you in the pits, But it's not time to call it quits. Don't let those dark thoughts clutter up your mind. Come on now, let's meditate On things that cheer and elevate, And leave the morose, gloomy things behind. A great big laugh On your behalf Might drive the gloomy mist away. And a toothy grin Above your chin Could brighten someone else's day. A chuckle might forestall The family doctor's call, And, maybe, even shoo away the nurse. Some stuff and nonsense matter Could make the day go better, And, I guarantee, it will not make it worse.
I looked up at the sky and the heavens began to rain down on me I joyously danced as the rain wet my cheeks And made muddy puddles under my feet The cool mud ran through my toes and My mind grew blank of all my woes The rain had washed my troubles away Like the water in the sink as it runs down the drain Freely flowing my hair was in the wind and Hoping that time would never end I sheltered myself under a tree and watched the raindrops Drip down beside me One by one they fell to the ground As my eyes gaze into the puddle I realized my serenity
The way I feel for you, I felt it all my life, When I see you my heart stops, As soon as I see those perfect eyes, Your smile makes me love you even more, I feel like I'm floating two feet off the floor, You mean the world to me, I'll see you only through my eyes, I know you might not feel the same way I do, but it doesn't change the fact that I will still love you, I wish that one day you can see me for my love, Not someone who is there just to bug, I'll give you my heart, I'll show you my love is real, I love you so much, Just give my heart a little of your touch, Give me a chance, To share my love with you, I'll show you how happy you can be, If you accept to be with me, Whatever you choose to do, Will be ok with me, I just wanted to tell you how I really felt, Either way you choose I'll still love you, No matter what
In her garden, with the humid scent of every rose looking over amusement's risk and welcoming desire I wish to find myself with you. Singing shoulders, with your hand upon me in the sun breaking peace like bread at lunch with butterflies and water sprays springing up in smiles. Cat tails blowing, laying down to kiss the ground with sweet nasturtium on their lips in red and coral yellow while we open our eyes wider. In her garden, with the herbs she seldom trampled sneaking shade amongst the trees while rabbit eyes alert the world to paradise discovered. In her garden.
Dipped and oh so lovely She licks some ever so needed Sense into my illogical heart Blown touches that do travel Through the wires of sound Without a clear mind Or a definitive time Trust grows inside the thought And catches the roots of a soul Then without vision or contact A relationship does so grow
Ribs of a man, made a beautiful woman, delivered from loneliness, one of God's many blessings.
When the sun hits the bellies of the humble clouds at dusk I'm amazed, I'm entranced, I am but a speck of dust. When the gulf eats the sun in a nibble and a bite all my senses stand up tall to applaud the gift of sight When the mountains cradle shadows 'gainst the pink of sunlit trees you will find me deep in prayer toward the one with wise decrees And when I'm standing next to you with our two hands intertwined I am brilliantly alive with the knowledge you are mine...
Me and you You and me Together until eternity. Side by side hand and hand Forever your woman,always my man Always been lovers And the best of friends We stuck it out through thick and thin. So glad you came into my life, I hope in time I'll be your wife. And this pure love Is more than lust You and me forever us.
Mother today is all about you Every words I'm about to say is true So first I want to start by saying I love you. My sweet precious Mother You're geniune,and like no other. I often thank God for you And for all you done,and all you still do. You're more than a Mother,you're my deariest friend I know in my heart your love will never end. On this special day, your Retirement I hope you have lots of excitement. My Mother is the friendiest,sweetist person I know And it's proven by the actions that she show. She worked hard all of her life,so many years Stayed strong,and shedding very few tears. My Mother has taught me alot And there;s so much love,and respect for you I've got. She always tell me right from wrong Her words lift me up so I'll stay strong. Having you as my Mother is a great pleasure All the days of my life you'll be the 1 I treasure.
The snow fell gently on a quiet street Neighbors walked in without knocking There was a feeling of joy in the air As each child hung up their stocking There was a coal fire in the heatrola Which took a little while to start O Come All Ye Faithful on the radio And a warmth radiating from each heart The kids all went to bed early Couldn't sleep until early morn Waiting for presents from Santa And to celebrate the day Christ was born.
Hands to the sky, raise them higher than high Let your smile tell the world of your delight Clap if you will, let them hear you better still Let your sounds of joy flourish day and night As far as happiness goes, we will always know If you're sharing well with us the way you feel Let it all come out, beyond a shadow of a doubt We will then know that your happiness is real Don't ever fake it…live it!
Momma you always said to me, "babe when I'm not there and you'er scared, look up at the moon and I'll be there."
I associate being complete with falling in love. Does that mean that as a child I didn't get enough hugs? I fear loneliness like elephants fear mice and I go from person to person trying to get it right. But something is missing something has been missing for a while and I don't want to appear weak I just want some one to make me smile Is it so bad that I associate love with being whole I know what your supposed to be told that you must love thyself before anyone else will but I just want someone to hold I want someone not to go when I need them the most.
Sliding into a crater of emotion, Current stronger than the Mighty Ocean, Gravity of Love Falling, falling... What a wonderful slippage is this, If I lied I would be remiss, I may not be so young, Or so handsome anymore, But my heart is still rich, With love that does endure I don't know what Tomorrow's horoscope does hold, I don't know how the future will unfold It matters little I've got what I want A love which has so long seemed to haunt Slippage, I let it slide away, But this is another day We may never again kiss We may never again caress But one thing I gladly confess Just to know she still does care, Is more than a hope, I ever did dare.
Look from inside yourself and you will see. All the splendor of God's creativity. Flowers mountains bird bees Animals and plants of all species. Beautiful sights to please the eyes. All people of every color shape and size. Look at yourself your are God's prize. Built by his hands so healthy and strong. Given the strength to always carry on. The beauty of life is open like a book. In every little cranny and nook. God's love is always there All you have to do is look. Everything is within your grasp All you have to do is ask. Look to God to complete all tasks. See the bird fly and see his grace. The beauty of God is in every Human's face. Look! His love shines brighter than sunrays. Look to God and you will be happy all your days.
Take time to smell the flowers, enjoy the sun upon your face. Celebrate life to its fullest as if you might soon leave this place. Treasure always your loved ones, treat every person as a friend, be kind to all living things; only good thoughts should you send. Reflect, don't dwell on the past, live in the present all you can. Look ahead to the future and take hold of life with both hands. Never lose sight of your dreams, stay young at heart and mind, always help those in need, and true happiness you will find.
As I set on the porch Looking at the clear blue sky With the clouds rolling in I can see you on one of those clouds With a harp in your hands Playing soft beautiful music That's only played in Heaven. I can imagine the beautiful smile on your face Looking down on me Letting me know that you are free Like a flying white dove I can picture you standing at the pearly gates And walking the streets of Gold With your beautiful wings You will never carry a heavy load For, you are free as a bird.
Tucked inside her softest touch wrapped in pastel hues there lies a gift of greatest value lighted by the purple moon When sadness sweeps my landscape as darkness clouds my view she echoes 'cross the chasm to wrap my bleeding wound And resting in her palm of hand sparkling with twilight she gives to me her friendship and whispers it's all right and takes my hand and dries my tears and guides me toward the light. With love to my friend.
God sent an angel down to touch This motionless recluse. Emotions that I had not felt In years were then induced. Old sadness and resentment That had broken me in two, I chose to bury deep beneath the Earth-- That life was through. The angel pieced the small shards back With ease and tender care. Then gently brushed the dust and dirt To aid in my repair. He opened up his life to me, And reached out from inside. I said, "I'm so in love with you." "I love you, too," he replied. His presence is a blessing. My prayers have come true. He has given me the gift of love-- A chance to start anew.
She's one out of many always standing tall through it all She holds her head up and speaks out without a doubt I saw her spoke at a Velm's Hair Connction Convention in 2004 n voting I said wow so pofound I think i'll stick around for a while She was sharing to the world and to the young people that staying ahead is the key and sucess to life Who wants to live in strife Expressing that knowledge is power Especially in society today Could we have known that a plane would have hit those towers or did we under estimate our powers To be alert and always on guard That bad news had to really hit hard So many lives had been torn apart Do we really live and learn what we are taught So many soldier's we've lost in these foughts So to them we give a silent moment from our hearts Jackie, what carrissama you have and a frind to know So to you this is our love we show There's many more years for us all to continue and grow
Two distant, solemn souls share a park bench in silence unaware that the perfect rhythm of their hearts causes ripples on the lake Aspen leaves to shimmer above changes in the static disturbance of the atmosphere forever . . . until their eyes meet.
My best friend Ary is in a bad situation. It's a guy that leaves her with curiosity and frustration. She's confused on what she should do. I wanna help because I've been in a situation like this too. But mine didn't turn out good. So I can't give advice like I should. She had a child that's nothing less in her life. Ary's a good person who doesn't deserve what she has. He's not good enough for her and he should be a part of her past. But she's caught in the love lie. Which is when people think that what they have is the best they'll ever get. Ary needs to open her big brown eyes Just wide enough to realize that she'll find somebody new. Boss isn't the lost man alive He won't always be there and he won't always care. She can find a nice young man who can treat her like a Queen nothing less than a wonderful human being. He'll have her smiling again and never will she frown again. She has to leave the trouble alone. And leave herself with time to grow. Maybe she should take a break, find herself and learn how to avoid the mistakes. Then she learn how to defend herself against the love lie.
Put on the red coat, put on the mask Flash dancers wait just to finish the task To raise up the curtain on all of these acts I don't know for certain, I don't have the facts But somebody told me that you were the one to brighten the moonlight and turn up the sun to call in the ocean when twilight enfolds the seashore at sunset when someone beholds that miracle moment when all thinking ceases When lovers and losers are equal in pieces of puzzles in Sanskrit cascading free If you give me your hand you can take all of me I haven't a coin nor a deed real or written I know you aren't sure and you haven't been smitten but yesterday morning I saw something new I think it was me and I know it was you Riding a rainbow, boy what a blast Do you think there's a chance for a love that could last?
pumping red rivers traveling through tiny tunnels of life ticking away slowly stirring yielding a promise known but unseen many hope to survive to see yet scared to know the truth it holds bending, stretching hold out your hand open your heart believe in the future of your soul overcome, jump those hurdles reach out, grab but don't let go of your love for God and Jesus of your love for every little thing meant to be step aside for avalanches then continue to climb to achieve your soul's purpose live the life meant to be real - a life lived with love and kindness a life with God and Jesus
Faith is evidence Inner substance of our souls God fulfilling needs
It's been two months since you came in my life It's been two months since I've felt any strife You gave me back my smile The smile I hadnt had in a while so I give you my thanks When I'm down I lean on you When your not around I fein for you Your aroma, your kiss, your touch, even the tone of your voice It had beed a long time since ive felt this way It had been a long time since I could say i was comfortable Im susceptible Im completely vulnerable to you I want to take this futher Possibly pursue a future with you These are feelings I can no longer hide When people look at me they can see it in my face in my eyes When I talk about you people can hear it in my voice Its a weakness Your my weakness I need you, I want you I guess what im trying to say is I Love You I know it my be soon but I know what it is I see it when I look at you and I feel it it even more when I hold you The warm feelings inside me, its my heart healing inside me I found love again True Love The only thing I see and want to see in my future is you No more rainy days No more cold nights I want to spend the rest of my days with you by my side And hopefully one day I can be blessed with being your wife As for now I Love You So heres my heart I have no choice but to give it all to you
My beautiful daughters laughter My ever-loving wife Family… Walking on sunset beaches Telling stories at bedtime Silent moments of understanding Giving out "I love you" freely Holding me up when I'm weak The inflections in your voice Letting me alone All these gifts you give to me, Like the fire in your eyes These are my truths of life All of these fill me with tomorrow's desire You… Me… We…
You never said I love you Yet your spirit has touched me and I know you do Those simple words I need not hear For where ever I go I feel you always near You live a life that's wild and free And when I look in your eyes this gentle man I see For those who say you're a mystery They don't know the man I see For only a few are honored to see The special soul that lies deep within thee And though those words I may never hear You've shown me in many ways how much you really care And these are what I hold dear to me Even though you've never said you loved me
Beautiful defines your being although you may not think it's the most masculine meaning to describe the feelings I have grown to have even through the good and the very bad that we've shared none could compare. For every childish misunderstanding you've always led me back to believing that there's more to you than just being a fool. Lets continue to grow old together share our pains and laughter, trials and tribulations, failures and celebrations. You are and will always be a part of my mental transition into the position of higher understanding and appreciation of the meaning of true love and friendship.
bits of me lost pieces of you swept up in an accidental gust that lifts and rises drafts and dives taken on the whim of the wind to lighter dreams of drifting random earthly bonds released until the breeze gives way to calm and bits and pieces flutter down to meet together on the ground to fit together without space one soul is born by heaven's grace
I live for small things: water clear, to dive down deep, sun to pierce my bones, and for sleep, your hand on mine, our dreams sewn tight together.
Called to the furthest end of the pool, she whispered. There were secrets dripping with cholorine and the clicking of the filter. We held our breath for hours while the sky burned straight through summer and we left our wake deliberate as we swam the aqua water. "This is our time", she said "Don't get it in your head to rush..." I was already doing a sad job of an underwater handstand and lost the tail end of her sentence. At the end of the day, red-eyed awake with hair in purified strands, I contemplate life while the memories are fresh and I hope that this joy never ends.
Calling to me Saying its ok Be free cares will leave On the table full of life it awaits Eyes spot the bottle Brown liquid as pretty as Gold Grabbing my heart and soul Best friend won't let me down Alone bleeding heart drips Telling my friend please stay Don't leave so not alone and lost Hand reaches out pours new life Mouth opens bottle is dry My friend has left In sorrow here I sit Drifting away mind goes blank Awakend sick shaken mind racing Lying in a pool of cold sweat Deamons dancing in my head Chasing tormenting death is near Running racing fear in the air Knowing the last breath leaves Empty drained falling to the ground Begging for forgiveness tears pour down Top of the hill in sight Climbing pacing each step made Not looking behind so don't stumble down Eyes focused missing distractions on the ground Soul comes to life New breath taken Fullfilled set free No pain in line for me Taking my time to reach a goal Staying sober not saying NO! Having arrived sanity reached Live for today just for today
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.
Stay by me honey… Don't you ever leave my side I beg of you We're only beginning! We have so much In front of our Beautiful lives! As young lovers, the question why, why, why? Always seem to appear before us And there may be times for us to cry, cry, cry! But it's ok, we only get stronger Let me embrace you, love you, show you just how I feel It will never be the end of us, trust me baby Stay by my side Our love is much stronger Than anything Nothing will separate us! Trust what I have said My wife, we will stay Together, forever! Some of the things we do seems to be, be, be Alarming and impossible to deal with If that is so then we'll show, show, show That with problems, we can't be separated Unlike other couples who don't really love each other We'll solve our problems, and still keep going No matter how bad The situation seems We'll conquer it Because I believe love is stronger! We must be different So as to show the world That we are not the same! Stay by me honey… Don't you ever leave my side I beg of you We're only beginning! We have so much In front of our Beautiful lives! Stay by my side Our love is much stronger Than anything Nothing will separate us! Trust what I have said My wife, we will stay Together, forever...always!
From her perspective, everything's looming, pastel and vibrant and kissing the sky She has a way of expressing opinions in still lifes, in softness becoming an art She paints with fingers small versions of mine and she wonders when she will be an adult In her perspective the beauty's amusing She writes me love notes passed under the door Her voice is crackling and sweet in the morning She's always asking for gum and for treats From her perspective, I'm wise for admiring the simple delights soaked in beauty reposed.
Love comes from the heart that's shared between two people with a warm kind feelings for each other makes a big difference in life. Love can bring two broken hearts together for eternity with smile's, an sharing time together make's a difference between husband an wife. Valentines day is the time to share your love that much more an show the person in your life just how much you care each an every day through love, smile, personality that can't be cut with a knife. 2/7/06 copyright by: MIKE MILLER
friends are there when you need them they can always act as family they always want to answer your calls and they are always there to tell secrets to they keep you company when you're alone and they are always great listeners they keep you updated of new things and are always there to play with when you're sad they'll cheer you up they give hugs at the most needed times and always there to back you up when you know you need it
I like the way you smell The way you look How you dress Your unique and different from the rest. You opened my eyes to things brand new, You showed me that there is nothing that you can't and will not do. You made me realize that I don't have to hold on to the past. You have convinced me that our friendship will last. I'm glad I met you, you put a smile on my face. Now I feel like my heart is in place.
The dry sand blends with her flesh as I sink into that coffee cream fresh valley that peeks beyond the safe beats of a bellybutton tapping against the winds of me Rain runs against the porcelain bottom as she releases hidden sounds from her aching soul that resist me through distance but shall fail to the desire of our entwined chance in time
hold your breath ... Hold your breath... untill i'm there I don't even want you to breath without me... i dont want you to do anything, that i may miss. Hold your breath and i swear... I will never be far away. ...Reach out your hand, Or call my name, I will come running Hold your breath... untill i hold your hand kiss your lips. see your smile feel our bodies touch... Hold your breath, ...Close your eyes, And i will wipe your fears away, ...Chase your problems Into the darkest corners Hold your breath. Just hold your breath Because i love you And i will always save you...
A rose petal path, a highway in limbo, Unravels a map to a future unspecified; Wherever we get to, however we get there, The transit of questions by nature unqualified. All may be sunk in the swell of the ocean, Secrets in catacombs lost to the deep; Wave after wave roll the dreams to the shoreline Where lovers lie dormant and dance in their sleep. All that is known is the dynamic feeling Of she and of I and of hanging together, Love and mercurial magic of moonbeams, Painted on sea spray and claiming forever...
Sharing shows the true way of friendship that comes from the heart for it shall not pull us apart, Sharing is a way of showing your love with somebody's heart. Share what you have to offer in life an go a long ways toward the precouse way toward Heaven where the Angel's shall go forward with love. Share the the touch of what is in store for you in the beginning of life among the christian's from above. GOD BLESS YOU!
The country calls in waves of whispers to the golden greens beneath your feet As you dance a swirl to the sounds of birds that grab your ears as they sing
She stole my heart with silent words She stabbed me fiercely with her mind She gave to me that which I thirst For there, her love was mine to find Oh blessed soul, with heart divine Your words and love, they flow like wine She offers hope through given words Her heart is wide and shared with all Her passion rises as high as the birds Her name, I speak, in my lovers call Oh blessed soul, with love to give Without your love I'd never live
As I say goodnight there are tears in my eyes I miss you already but you're still within my sight I love you so much sometimes it scares me I hope you're always with me, that you'll always love me I do my best for you I carry on to see your face I live for loving you When the pains of the week are weighing me down and keeping me low Your love and care raise my spirits as I have you and it gives me hope again
When the world closes in all around you And your friends are no where to be found And the feelings inside, that you're trying to hide Makes you feel your whole worlds coming down No one said it was going to be easy And that life wouldn't come with some rain No one said you would always be happy No one said there would never be pain But there's light at the end of the tunnel And a rainbow can't come without rain And nights always darkest, just before dawn And true happiness cames with some pain
Since the first time our eyes met I knew that my life was destined to be spent with you Your love is so special it brings tears to my eyes Your touch is so enduring it mends my lonely cries When we are together its like no one else is there I know I am safe and protected just by the way that you care When I dont see you my whole world is turned up side down When I am not with you its like I am about to drown Im ready to be your wife, our vows hand in hand Your my one love, my hommie, lover & very best friend You make me so happy, with you I feel complete Our love is unconditional more intense then smoldering heat I am so glad that I found you; I need you in my life So wait patiently my love, because one day I will be your wife! -Essence Emani
Sometimes my mind is clouded, and I can't see through. I don't know where to turn, and I don't know what to do. I'm disappointed in myself for my grades, but it was my choice. It was the game i choose to play. People make me mad, and people make me sick, But i'm always going to ride or die for my man, because I'm his down ass chick. I have big dreams that I'm going to make come true, but people don't take me seriously... ...if they only knew! People upset me, and make me mad. I can't ever seen to please anyone, while they all seem to make me sad. Through everything, by my side is my man... for I have no doubt that doing my wrong, is his plan. I guess this is life, and this is how it is. But as long as my man is by my side... This... is how I want to live.
Childhood is an imaginative adventure for which only you have a pass, Childhood is a romp in the ocean with all the underwater mass. Childhood is asking, "Why?" and only getting, "Because," Childhood is running in the cool grass in your bare feet with no cause. Childhood is freeing your spirit, heart, and soul, Childhood is going over the bridge without paying the toll. Childhood is seeking that one good thing, Childhood is flying on golden wings. Childhood is really feeling that cool breeze on your face, Childhood is wanting to run that one last race. Childhood is the greatest experience you'll ever feel, Childhood is a box you should never seal.
A rock baskin in the sun Heart filled with warmth Feels alive and safe No care in the world Clouds rolling in storm is near Drops falling tears of pain coming down Alone cold starting to drown Puddle fills up soul lost Drowning in a pool Shed from up above Lonely cold lost no breath allowed Forgotten to be gone one more time Sun shinning bright and bold Water drying sadness sorrow goes Felling the heat soul awakens again Bringing the heart back to life To lie and wait Till tears fall again Only to hope never happens again The Rock Baskin In The Sun
Pulling parts against the will lust leads on so damn still I borrowed her heart and pain She quietly left a soul stain Breathing out the inside track A love filled man-o-sack Portions play into her skin I long to be her only sin Bursting stars fall beneath her dress Silk and lace argue and then confess A dream pours tears upon her bareness While I lust deep within her weirdness
Do you ever think of the good ole days, And what they really were? Such peace and understanding, Such joy filled our hearts, No time for demanding, How about a game of darts? We all pulled together, So no ONE did all the work. The air so much cleaner, No one went berserk. Now you look around you, Only if you dare, It seems such an issue, Doesn't anyone care? But we go on living, That's what they call it now, Too much a misgiving, Makes you wonder how. Peace on earth, Goodwill to men, These are just words, That have been. So when you wake in the morning, And breathe in your smog, Your tale is dragging, No time to jog. Just for a second, Think about life, Think of your children, Don't forget your wife. Think about living, The best that you can. Think about giving, An extra hand. What can you do, About things as they are? Maybe a new muffler, On that Junker of a car. Maybe a smile, Wherever you are. I have heard it contagious, So be careful out there, Some think it outrageous, To show that you care. Lets bring back the old days, Lets breathe again, Lets enjoy our life, The best that we can.
Kiss me blind beaneath the paint chips fall from your lips Paste me upon the moments that breathe between your breasts Fold me underneath your purple clothes that drip within my thoughts Send me more of your fruitless punch that drinks me drunk
I stared in the eyes of Beauty, and she was... Everything I thought she would be But when I saw her I was speechless She noticed me I noticed her Her fragrance was beautiful She smelled like frankincense & myrrh We made eye contact she gave me a lil smile And kept walking Then and there I knew I had to have this woman I wanted to smell her beauty I had to feel her touch I want to Fall in love wit her not lust I want her to fall asleep in my arms Not just have sex & bust a nut I want her to be my everything I want her to take refuge in me I wanna hear her say that she misses me When I'm with her I wanna feel like I'm free So I call out to her and I say... I been looking for you She says I been waiting on you We converse in a conversation And all the anticipation is thrown out the door You see this woman just makes my heart soar And her personality just makes me crave for Her love even more We exchange numbers and we go our separate ways I know she's different from every woman I met Because I ain't thinking bout gettin laid And all I keep thinking bout is will we last Or just be another fling But a couple minutes later my cell phone rings... it's her "TO BE CONTINUED"
Pulled into the winter blend sheets Bare spots covered by your breath Entwined skin, fingers and toes Eager to be pleased by us both Embedded clusters of wrinkled linen Linger upon dripping wet thoughts Distant morning-soft-tongued-talks Are ever so gentle on our mind
Raindrops falling. Sun shining bright. Rainbow as far as I can see. Endless it seems miles I roam. Near the end, I'm getting close. Hoping for a POT-O-GOLD! Rich and wealthy will I be. No worries and cares for me. In a field of green I come to a stop! Little man perched on stump. Tells me, I'm the one who gets his treasure. Choose my friend and only one. Black pot running over with gold Fair Maiden sitting all alone No hesitation in sight, I take the pot hand it to the withered old man. He looks and smiles your choice is made. Walking away he say's. Why you go? Money is fine while Love is grand! Taking thy Maiden in my arms. Keeping her close to my heart. Carrying her off to a world of new. Not a gold piece in my pocket. I'm the richest man in the world. For thy love for her holds true.
You looked deep inside my soul And found a spot you took to hold You gave it all the love you knew And that little spot grew And soon it filled all the emptiness So much I would long each day for your caress You gave me hope and so much more You opened my heart and soul once more How many ways can I make you see You've given so much back to me My sweet one can't you see You have made me fall in love with thee What can I do or try to say To make you feel for me that same way
I've learned that knowing "what matters most", seldom happens until it's too late. That success isn't measured in dollars or assets, but in the company you keep and how much you laugh each day. That if you can't stay lovers, you should at least stay friends – and if you can't, it was probably never truly love to begin with. That the best friends are the old ones. They knew you then and still see the "real you" now, even when you try to pretend to be someone else. That a hug from my son can cancel out any bad day, and a hug from my mother is still the fastest way to dry a tear. I've learned that accepting yourself for who and what you really are, is far more exhausting then upholding an image, but in the end the only rewarding option. That no matter how much living you did or didn't do when you were young, one day you'll still look back and realize it all went by far too quickly. That few things in life last forever, and the things that do are usually the ones you never expected to. That one door closing doesn't always lead to an open window, nor is one man's trash always another man's treasure – but if you don't try to find something positive in every situation, all you get from it is more and more bitter towards life. I've learned its what you did for others more then what you did for yourself that people will remember when you're gone. And mostly I've learned that life is full of surprises. Some that make you laugh, many that make you cry and a few that will change who you are forever. And you will many times be left with the decision of having to let go of something you want, in order to get what you really need. But while life many never be all the things you thought it would be, it is in the end, no more and no less then what you make of it – and its success or demise lies only in you and the decisions you make everyday.
(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman's virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman's wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman's affection, winning is the only option. (O)- A real woman's main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone's better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side. (M)- A real woman's presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman's life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man's ribs and ends in the beat of his heart. (A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man's pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny. (N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.
'Love is patient' 'Love is kind' The thought of love Can turn you blind. But... Now we must Take some steps To verify those Deep regrets. The first problem you see Was that. . . He lied about You being fat That in turn Led ya to Beleiving that He 'accepted' you. Mirrors were made For a darn good reason And thinking you are nothing special Is high, high treason... But no! He's perfect And no! He's kind Seriouslly sister You've lost your mind. The recipe to love Is that You have to love your self. It's not about your facial features Or the size of ya belt. The man should be a rock to lean on And not! A heartless swine. So please next time. Do pick him wisely Make sure he has a spine!
In the past I remember how things were so simple When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child When I think again my heart told me I was so wild Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain With such under statement I did things for no gain I was a child who held true to what he has learned But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned When I made up my mind that people was not kind I led myself in a confusion that I was blind In the past I do recall that seeing is believing So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee The feeling of tingling ran through my vain My view of the world and people who knew me was stained Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray And rather fallow everyone I just walk away
Her love so true it brings a smile makes the heart sings softly kisses her charming kisses softly makes the heart sings it brings a smile so true love Her ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Author's Comment: Palindrome, also known as the Mirrored Poem, reads forwards and backwards. It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back again. The concept of the "mirrored images" reflects an "image mirrored," which includes a word in the center of the poem as a reversal point for the sentence or even the poem. There is no set number of stanzas or any rules for construction. ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
I looked at the clock, My life was slowly ebbing away. I didn't think I would reach 40, What a high price to pay. I was coming off tranquillisers 15 a day prescribed by my then G P, But the withdrawal symptoms were so horrendous I could hardly see. I was constantly being sick night and day, All I could do was to sit and pray this nightmare would go away. I couldn't walk properly, My balance had completely gone, I couldn't pay privately, as money I had none. I also had Agoraphobia, so I couldn't even go out of the door, This wasn't a life worth living any more. All I was left with, was to say a prayer, To ask for a miracle. Lay my soul bare. A week or so later, a letter in my hand, An appointment with a new doctor, I could hardly stand. Over the next year a miracle unfolded, bit by bit. I didn't even have to walk with my stick. I started to go out a bit more each day, Various obstacles got in my way. But I was determined, I was not going back, I mapped out a plan to keep myself on track. I did it, I conquered my Agoraphobia, and got off the pills. I even went to college for the first time to learn new skills. I went on Radio, Television, Newspapers and Magazines all covered my story. The miracle I prayed for had happened, mine was now the glory. v
I smile without acknowledgement there of With simple joy all I can do is shrug For love, I can't tell where it is above With sweetness and kindness like a dove For why am I smiling surprisingly? With this wonderful joy and lovely peace And all the contentment that's inside me I'm glad my heart is no longer feenin' Please don't block out love, that's what you do best Relax your mind and give your head a rest Organize your life, for you need no mess Really… I cannot believe you can smile Determination… I can spot a mile Now, take a picture so it can be filed. JazzieAnn Brown 2/23/12
Oh how sweet and beautiful are the words that you say to me, they stick to my soul like honey to a bee. They move me, they soothe me, they let me live, for it is you that I need and my heart I will give. You touched me like I never have felt before, you start my heart breathing so fast until I can hardly let go. I feel your words like sand on a beach they are still in my head and will never decease. Your words are so brand new and alive, for they are the only thing that is helping me to survive. You touched my heart like no other I have known, the way in which you love me I wil never do you no harm. Your words is like an ocean running free, all I want them to do is pour all over me. You touched my heart like a child playing with a toy, he love it so much because it brings him so much joy. That is how you touch my heart, giving and bringing me so much joy, it makes me feel like a child with his new toy. You touched my heart every day of my life, that is why I do not care about all the sacrifice. I wil do everything to make you happy just as long as I know I am the apple of your eye and that you will do or say nothing to make me cry. You touched my heart from this day forward, there can never be another you because you are what I need and it is me for you and you for me that is the only way it is going to be. you touched my heart.
God has a plan, And it is out of my hands.
Kids go down The slide…they head toward the swings TIME TO SCREAM! Free time ends Their parents want to go home Frowns exchange
One day in prison I decided to pray Since then everything has been going my way When I learned I had Hepatitis one day I turned it around in a positive way I summand every drop of strength that I had Wrote out my books explaining, "This is my bad" My back injury forever changed my life Since then everyday is marred with pain and strife Returning to school was a choice that I made Making the most out of the price that I paid Happiness is no more than a frame of mind Each circumstance holds some happiness to find It's all in the way, which you choose to believe Life is way to short to set around and grieve Your cup is half-empty, well mine is half-full As I am a student this life is my school It's easy to be happy when all is glad The trick is learning to find joy in the sad I'm happy because I refuse not to be Life is whatever we make of it, you see Whatever this life chooses to throw my way I will be happy at the end of the day Because, I quite simply refuse not to be This life is the hound dog and I am the flea By the, "Blood Of The Lamb," like it or not I'm draining this life of everything its got One thing is for certain, life will always be full of trials and test. Happiness is born within; therefore, these trials and test can only alter our course they cannot define them. Learn to make the most out of every situation and you will have learned how to be happy!
Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, and not necessarily my reality; and that's what is so beautiful about writing You can be who you want to be on any level and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be; or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys, or places that some don't even think exist They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere My words are a reflection of my heart and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear they deliver reality doses whether they are just cases, or me in the absolute right here My words exude positive intentions; my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections and reversed dejection and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul and temptations Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free They provide a medium of light and creativity A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be They reflect what I was before the choices I've made and the reasons that this life is perfect according to divine order They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time because up until now, the ending wasn't within reach so I make sure that I carefully choose the format and the right place and time to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – of the abstract placements of verbs giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice connected to my words I am the originator of my own words I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained by the process by which I've placed my words
Contact. I live for it. Whether it is of the eyes or a pleasant scent to the noes. This contact could be as simple as landing in your presence like an alien landing on earth I want to explore your herbs. Contact. It puts my senses on overload. Contact like my lips hungrily reaching yours. I crave for it. I've dreamt of it. Body to body contact. Mind to mind contact. Contact through a text or a phone call. The moment my eyes see that blush of color on your face sends a message of contact to my brain saying that you want the same type of contact I've been hoping for. So what is next after that type of confirmation? The contact of the door hitting the lock and than the contact of skin on top of skin. And the heat of our body temperatures rising. I have made contact.
My crazy Cousin. My cousin calls me crazy poet Cause I don't think like others I've not seen her since she was three A Flower girl to us lovers When we got wed in sixty five But now we write and all Oh lord, we two are so alike It's just remarkable. In eight weeks time, she's coming here To good old western Oz I know we're going to get on well I do, and that's because That girl is crazy just like me And she likes a good old laugh She seems to be a grand old bird I'll say on her behalf. She'll bring her man, and son with her They're all creative folk She can paint and write as well And boy, it is no joke The kind of talent that they have It will be a joy to me To meet up with forgotten kin I can't wait for this to be. 11 August 2013 @ 1813hrs.
Drop of water In the river - Sound of joy
All my life I worried 'bout, What others thought of me. I always tried to watch myself, And act as I should be. Mind my manners, stand up straight, And try to be a lady, But we all knew that in my heart, I was a little shady. There was a wild thing lurking there, Just below the surface, Aching just to be set free, And have myself a circus. Now I'm old and just don't care. You get just what you see. I'll dress the way I want to dress, Be what I want to be. I'll ride my horse, run with my dogs, Climb hills and even trees. If folks don't like the way I look, Too bad, 'cause this is me. ("To thine own self be true.") ;) (Your friends don't need any explanations and your enemies won't believe you anyhow.)
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ? My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers My Mother caring about all five in different ways Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~ Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws ! Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong. The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky " My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting. My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish, feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate . After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate .. Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ? Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~ the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on . Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~ Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~ Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza ! Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore. Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel ` Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores. ~ That is the Family I Love , that is the Family I choose to miss ~
"Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat." --Robert-Frost ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Heart broken torn apart like scrambl'd eggs; As the weak link snapp'd momentum slow'd—stopp'd Love wherest art thou? Torment'd now begs, This cup of scourge, drink or not—spill'd—now mopp'd. Et tu Brute? Whisper'd from Caesar's lips; Yet Romeo and Juliet once lov'd, Like Macbeth's witches brew—don't drink nor sip: Fate or faith shatter'd, vulture pick'd bones—cross'd. Heart pleadeth upward—greater is thy love, Open Heaven's gate with thy purest light; Hearest thou not the meek? Awaiting thy dove! Remove these shadows of darkness and strife: Greater art thou in Heaven than on Earth, Creator of creation giveth now birth! © Joseph, 9/4/08 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~ Honorable Mentioned Finalist Certificate Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest Jan 2009. ~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~ Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009 ~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran. ~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear God, when the sun rises, I can only wish for a better day. I'm not looking for consolation prizes; I know life can't go entirely my way. I just want to love and be loved, To have hope and a great faith. Sometimes the choices in life are tough, After sunrise creates a new day. ©2013 Honestly JT
My sister's smile Fourteen years ago, my sister founded something, something powerful, something she wore everyday, a smile. A smile that could defeat anything that was against her and make everyone around felt nothing but joy. My sister had a disease, there might not be another tomorrow for her but she did nothing but carpe diem; enjoy every single moment to the fullest. I can barely remember everything that passed during that time, I was just four years old but it is impossible for anyone to forget such a unique and beautiful smile. One day she had to do analysis, another day she needed to take about 10 medicines and the next day she was in chemo, this process repeated itself by several months and I was amazed because not a single day passed where she didn't give a smile. Most of the days she had to go through intense and painful tests so she can get better and believe me they were extremely hard, but she had something that motivated her, a kind of award. She had a little book that was full of happy faces stickers of every single color, size and shape. She loved the shiny ones because it meant not only happiness; there was a little extra that made her feel so good. She wrote on a notebook her daily treatments and she leaved a little space so when her hard day was over, she can put the sticker on the blank space she left previously on the page. She filled about 240 pages with happy faces and every person that went to visit her read the whole notebook and left the place with a smiley face sticker on their forehead. It is a unique and simple daily motivation she had and it turned out that it worked really well for her. Many people find happiness with material things such as new clothes, accessories, cars, luxury things, and etc. They forget that the little and simple things have the most impact in their life. My sister's happiness was represented by a simple smile and most of the persons that she knew and where present during that time had received that gift she founded one day. Through hard times and sad days don't forget to smile because one single movement from your mouth can bring the most powerful feelings that can defeat almost everything that stands against you. Just like my sister, she founded her smile and it turned out that it worked really well for her.
Cookies are addictive! OoOoH! Here's one to snatch! Okay...where's the chocolate chips? Kraving too many of these treats I want some now! But...I might get beeefy... Every bite is mouthwatering, soft and crisp Should I take another cookie?
"Sir Cliff Richard " I do wish I could meet you, properly I mean, To actually speak to you, would be a dream. I've been to see you three times during the last few years, Although sitting watching you almost reduced me to tears, Tears of happiness that is, I hasten to add. I've adored you from afar, since you were not much more than a lad. Twice I have seen you at Nottingham's Royal Concert Hall, Doing your Gospel Concert, but there were no seats left in the stall. So up at the very top we sat. I was scared to move in case I fell flat. Then you came on and started to sing. It was a fantastic experience I would not have missed it for anything. Although we went to see you in October, they had Christmas trees on the stage, Because the show was being recorded for the Christmas edition of Songs of Praise. When it came on television, I videoed it so I could watch it all over again, And again, and again, and again, and again. My favourite songs are "From A Distance" and "The Twelfth Of Never." I could listen to you, forever and ever. I also like the song you did for Princess Di. Although when I listen to it, I really could cry, Especially the words, "All That Matter's in the End Will Be, The Love In You And The Love In Me. With a 20 Year Tranquillizer Addiction, and Agoraphobia, I've Been To Hell and Back. But Thank God, My Life Is Now Back ON Track. I sat with 12,000, People at Sheffield Arena, Just to see You, Years ago this would have been impossible for me to do, Now my greatest wish in life is too, Get The Chance Just To Meet You.
Knowledge-...Something I have a little of,but always search for more Integrity-...Something I hope to never loose Courage-...Something I feel I was given enough of Determination-...Something I need more of Loyalty-...Something I adhear to Experience-...Something I have gained plenty of Leadership-...Something I have the ability to do if asked Sacrifice-...Something I am always willing to do Sharing-...Something I am always doing Justice-...Something I feel I have been shown Compassion-...Something my heart is filled with Kindness-...Something I feel could be my middle name Morality-...Something I need to look for Honesty-...Something I am often confused by Meditation-...Something I may do to much of Reverence-...Something I feel that I have Reflection-...Something I do often Moderation-...Something I constatly struggled with Respect-...I know so much about,and feel the world needs to learn Cheerfulness-...Something that is always in my heart Humility-...Something I am filled with Appreciation-...Something I feel I show to the best of my abilities Understanding-...Something I am always working on Patience-...Something I have,but is constantly tested By practicing these everyday can bring self confidence,contentment, respect,and wisdom... Danny Boy:12-11-12
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
Easy comes beauty in youth's natural spring, But with age its mellow dimensions grow. Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring. With grace its beauty does ebb and glow, Its liberty allows its new functions to show. Mature beauty is and will be admired always, Youth's beauty and its esteem goes to and fro, But ageless deeper beauty has endless days. Mature beauty has a melody to sing, And this it releases so that you will know, The elegance and blessing of its echo's ring. The evidence of a mind is part of its show, For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow. Ageless beauty never lacks for praise. The beauty of life's spring may lose its glow, But ageless deeper beauty has endless days. In poetry and melody its praises we bring, For mature beauty's many dimensions we know. With fervid dignity I see it take to wing, Giving the young buds an inspiring show. May you long guide youth as they grow, Leading them in elegance the celestial ways. So youth will know how easy beauty may go, But ageless deeper beauty has endless days. Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow, And become worthy of nature's timeless praise. Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow, And may your ageless beauty have endless days.
I love your soft kisses.I love firm but gentle touch. I love the way you bite your lip.I love you soooooo much. I love the way you look at me.I love the way you smile. I love the way you're shy sometimes,Every once and a while. I love it when you look at me, When I'm not looking at you. You think I do not realize it, But really...I do. I love the way you cuddle. I love the way you sleep. I love how you bite your lip when something turns you on. I love the way you rub your neck,when you are thinking so deep. I love all of you,Your nose, your lips, your hair, even your smelly feet. I love how you drink Dr Pepper. Morning noon and night. I love how if someone puts me down your always there first one there ready to fight. I will never stop loving you. You are so amazingly sweet. I love that I love you.I have loved you from the very start. I LOVE ALL OF YOU,You alone hold the key to my heart.
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
The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton
I THOUGHT YOU NEVER ASKED This morning the taste of mint and chocolate Upon my tongue My exposed nipples under my silky gown you whisper words in my ear that I never heard before I sigh! with admiration as I tiptoe to reach for your kiss I put my arms around your neck You whispered softly Make me hard with your eyes Be my dark surprise Ha! Ha! Why the laughter? Babe! it my way of saying yes! Oh! yes! oh yes and more
Daddy went hunting. Mamma went too. Daddy got a deer, but Mamma got two. Mamma told her story while Daddy stood by looking like at any time he was gonna cry. We all thought "He's jealous he only got one." But, Daddy had a reason he didn't shoot his gun. The buck was at his blind. He seen him at close range. The path was clear and all at once Daddy felt something strange. He knew that she was waiting over in her stand. He had bagged so many deer. Her fate was in his hands. He tossed a stick to scare the deer. He sat and watched it run. He prayed she wouldn't miss her shot (OR HER HUNTING DAYS WERE DONE!) He sat patiently waiting for the gunshot near her stand. When he heard her yell "I GOT ONE!" he finally unclenched his hands. The deer was his gift to her although she never knew, why Daddy only got one deer and she got two.
Sweet and tender, they seal a bond, Movements caress preciously to all. With trembles, they will call. Especially of yours I am fond. They cast spell like a wizard's wand. Captured I was, when I saw. My heart tied in a ball. Pressing onward I respond. Lips such as yours are my delight. When ours meet, emotional treat, Sensual feelings ever so bright, Ardor expands without defeat. Each kiss of morning or night, Our souls locked, lovers complete. written on 7/21/12 written by Cecil Hickman
***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)*** "Storm over yet...?" "Well hay'ell ye'ah! woo-hoo! sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer. whadda'bou that boy th'er? sum'body git him'a cole beer too!" "Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!" "Wha'choo sayin? wha'th'a? na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed! shoot! 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! torna'durr warnin' too! he gonna have him'a cole burr; on me!" my treat! mama, git him'a cole burr! ro'tt now; ya'here? besides... ta'days father's day!" © 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
Did The Lord Build Your House? This house of ours is "plain." But is still standing. We're "simple folks..." By many people's understanding… We may not have much of what is "socially appealing"… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be "wrapped up" in much of this world's entertainment. But we seek God's peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and "calling" in mind. To seek God's ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We're thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We're blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! "Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!" God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton
From the very first day I had to have you You looked my way And I just knew Your smile caught my attention Your words drew me in You left me in suspension Now I'm happier than I've ever been I'll never leave your side I'll never hide away Even if you died I would never betray I'm here for good I'll never leave Like a good wife should I won't deceive Take this as a dedication Of my love to you I have no hesitation When I promise my love to you Written in October 2012
I long to see this love we have blossom daily with each passing day The beauty of which we can't see but we can feel it all the same I love it when the sun comes up and the birds sing sweetly too This rose will be on our bench every day of the year I spend with you. This bench of love is reserved for us for many years to come Sitting here now I say to you that I want you for the rest of our lives The rose is a symbol of all that is pure, our trust, our hope and love Two hearts shall not be broken when they've been blessed by God above. I promise you that each year will be better than the one before A rose I'll leave on this bench as each year we're married passes by I'm always going to be here for you my darling you're the one I adore This rose represents the longing in my heart, I want you forevermore. To show just how much I care I will plant a rose bush here just for you When I look at our little bench each year and think of how it all began I'll remember with pride, that eve I proposed and you said "I will marry you" As I slipped on the ring, you'd tears in your eyes, as the moon came into view. When times catches up, grey hair sets in, grandchildren running wild at our side I hope you'll be by my side on our bench with our roses still growing with love But if you're not with me,It won't be hard to remember that night of my life When I proposed one beautiful eve, we married and were husband and wife.
I wish upon a star I wish in all my dreams A fairy tale life with all the finest things Gold bracelets, pearls, and diamond rings Live life as a princess then grow up into a queen Enchanted by princes then married to kings A knight in shining armor an expressive theme A fantasy of the best material things This would be the life nothing but a dream I rather have love and happiness than the worldly things
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
Out in the sun ice cream runs down someone's sad face Fun will begin once again, when the chin is clean, A few more dimes just in time, will buy nine more cones! Ice cream for all as we sprawl, in the shawl of shade ...................................................................................................................................... In honor of Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest: "Than-Bauk"
Love take me where I want to be Even if it's a mystery Make me follow as you lead I know I sometimes heed when you speak I've been hurt a lot in my past Even though some of the hurt didn't last I pray love that you will come real soon Please come and take me away with you I promise I won't mean any harm I will always welcome you with open arms
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
Follow the Yellow Brick Road As I was walking Along my chosen path Where each step marks A notch this world hath I caught a glimpse of A Yellow Brick Road Like the one from Oz Once long ago told Now how the glimpse Came my way I chose a path to take On a sunny day Back to work from break Strolling merrily along Head held high with joy Whistling a happy song I jumped over a little crack Just purposely out of my way Being sure to be aware Never matters which day As I came up to my office Tapping a rock with my heel Then the feeling hit me The vision seemed very real A comparison factor in our minds Creating obstacles out of fear Or do we step over them To prove we are there It's our choice to place sunshine On the path we choose to go Thus creating a happy path To Follow the Yellow Brick Road Florence McMillian (Flo)
I was your first born grandchild, the first grandchild to know you. 40 years of time passed before I was born. You gave life to six children, built a home for your family to grow. Your children embarked on their own life journeys. They went in many directions, spread from one coast to another. But always drawn back to that, Sugar Shack. 40 years passed. I was born. I spent my time with you grandma, learning all the things little girls should. I remember the music, oh the music! You played your piano, and I was awed. I have never forgotten sitting with you on your piano bench. The calm, the music, the pages of music turning. Your fingers floating over the piano keys like magic. Nor have I forgotten the stories passed on, letting me learn my heritage. You told me where I get my love of horses from. To follow my dream, to work at the racetrack, Encouraging me to follow it through. You knew what path I wanted to follow - thank you for believing. I remember the years with a smile, with tears in my eyes. The laughter, summer vacations. Those years will never be forgotten, but held close to my heart. Grandma, only 40 years has passed since I was born. I thank you for every one of those years!
Keep looking upward, onward, forward… oh, don't forget, to look inward! ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ © Joseph, 1/2/09 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran. ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Marvellous Mellow Glass of Chardonnay What was my life before you came my way? My parched throat and tongue, my taste buds were rife, My heart, my mouth, with the raw taste of life! I would sweat by my brawn, or by my brows, Through the days and nights, for a wife and house; But, with a Mellow Glass of Chardonnay, My troubles and strife's seem to wash away! My heart, my mouth, would taste the sprite of life If you were woman, I'd make you my wife! *A poem written on a request from Keith Jackson AM.
I see in your precious smile An endless road, Perhaps infinite, With a wide eyed innocence That journey's beyond What sight can see. Contentment fills your face As vivid as a rainbow's arc Through fine mist Ever hinting of a loftier place-- A sacred place that dwells within. My gaze falls upon a mature soul Still nurtured in the bud of youth, Who retains a wisdom of many lifetimes. Your gentle guidance inspires your Parents to reach for the unattainable. I remain awestruck By your radiating aura As it intermingles with mine, Leaving me exalted in knowing You are a gift divine. *Dedicated to my two year old Grandson Brody
Overcome by the peace in the midnight hour Moonlight fills the otherwise velvet black sky Twinkles of newness invade our senses from afar The night so beautiful it causes us both to sigh On our tropical island watching the trees sway Love was captured between midnight and dawn Bodies entwined the feeling took our breath away Forever our nights under the moonlight will live on For: *Gail Doyle's first contest* "A Tropical Theme Under A Moonlight" Written By: Carol Brown 03/15/2012 1st Place Winner
My Precious Child I am so very proud of you Your life was my dream One surrendered long ago I am so very proud of you You are my hope realized One surrendered long ago You are my answered prayer You are my hope realized Your life was my dream You are my answered prayer My Precious Child Lay
Since the publishing of the first book Man has held this treasure in his hand, A bit of magic bringing a new friend. No limit to the wonder of this friend, Between the pages of your book All the wonders of the world in hand. The pleasure of holding in your hand, Each time cultivating a new friend. Adventures between the pages of a book. He who has a book in hand, always has a friend.
I remember the very first time I saw you, You wiped the sweat off your forehead, I remember what all I use to say to you, Followed my heart, I love you, Maybe I needed to guard what I say, Or express it in another way, I hope I did you no harm, Or is that what you call destiny, Please know in your heart, Eventhough how things played out, My life and all its' worth, Worth calling existing - living, And without ever crossing paths, My life would have been blah, Words can not express how I feel about you, Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend, You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you, The very reason I make it through another day, Our love we will celebrate far and away, But in my heart, you are right here with me today, I love you friend, You make this world and all it contains worth living, My heart smiles when it thinks of you, I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth, So much I want to say, I don't want to complicate things, I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree, I know you love me, You don't have to say it like I so often do, I knew day one, When I became good friends to you! I love you, boo! I do! Best of luck, Live like you were dying!
Leaving the last days of August memories of the sea waves crashing Tides that leave shells broken to find ~ picnic memories ~ fireworks night Birthday cakes sparkle ~ sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight The Summer reminds us of happier days scents of coconut oil and lime reminds us all of what is yet to come ~ The rain comes down hard crying for all souls lost and left behind The birds fly in perfect form reminding all of the September storm begging for history not to repeat ~ ~ In war no wins only defeat ~ two beams of light straight to the Heavens stay through the whole month of September they remind us to listen silently we stand still For the city lives and breaths left with loss many questions unanswered remain ~ Leaving behind August entering Septembers fears ~ I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)
As the first man alive to be king of a tropical rainforest I can guarantee this reign will be far from the shortest What I'm trying to say is my heart is the forest The trees are the veins, the animals are the cells, the river is my blood, and my girl is the tourist When we are on good terms all the little birdies chirp On the phone at night, I'm relaxed like a bear when he burps Kissing slowly like a sloth when he shimmy across a tree Sucking on her islands like pollen being sucked by a bee Not all rainforests have life full of bliss A bolt of lightning nearly hit the Tree of Heaven but it missed Great Now I see a stratus cloud coming, that's what I really hate Now all of a sudden, birds quickly scatter away Like feelings of my girl thinking go or stay Floods drowning all life as the land animals die It rains it pours like the tears falling free from my eyes Trading saliva when we kiss wetter than a waterfall Lions, tigers, kangaroos, giraffs, it is a free-for-all I'm swinging on her heart, like a monkey swings on a tree, I pray we both don't fall She bit me, now love is in my blood, like a mosquito carries malaria The storm ends and the sky opens up from happiness because I can marry her Down the aisle I will carry her Like a cheetah carries her young Not cold in the heart because here the snowfall never begun Attack those hunters who dare carry a gun Like haters because love...they don't get none In the forest animals have fun In a relationship couples become one My heart is a tropical rainforest Locked in her embrace, she's warmer than porridge I got her now, I have it all, and my heart and feelings are no longer in storage
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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
I'm so busy with church… I don't have much time… But God forgives me…. So is this a crime? I go each Sunday, and do "the church thing." I'm just too busy, to really do anything! I'm there on time. I try not to be late. I even give my ten percent into the offering plate! I bring my Bible, and wear a suit and tie. I sing the worship songs, shout and cry. Do you need any help or prayer? Please wait in line…. I'm busy right now! And don't have the time! I'll direct you to the pastor to make an appointment… Perhaps he'll pray and give you an anointment! This is what I offer! And the best I can do!. I just don't have the time for people like you! Maybe I'll see you again. Maybe I won't… But giving my time for others? I simply don't… I'm trying to look good for my "Sunday appearance." Anything less, would be a "new experience." I hope you'll forgive me for saying "excuse me." Maybe I'll find another time for you to be with me…. By Jim Pemberton
Like watercolor pictures left out in the rain Our colors have mingled,yet the originals still remain. Two watercolor paintings without frames, Became one picture over time, Yet two of us still there. Our colors blended naturally, Now all the hues are shared. I love your colors intermixed with mine: Together they have made a new design. A Watercolor picture painted by the rain, We may go, but our Watercolor Love will still remain
Part II "I walk a decrepit graveyard alone, in mists stirred by contrast winds As a storm brews, I am grateful that I know in my heart he's alive Skies bream with promise of torrent rain and shelter must be found It appears; I've lost my shawl, and feel the cold chill even as I dream I'm convinced it's due to the storm; not because I walk amidst the dead Further, I see through clammy mist a mausoleum, looms in the silence As I near those rusty iron gates, leaves rustle loud in the silence And I picture armed vagrants once here, perhaps chased by the winds Now I rest assured, I am alone as I search this place of the dead Painful moans erupt from within; my heart leaps; could it be, he's alive? 'Who are you?' My hear raced fiercely, convinced, this concludes my dream Intermittent moonlight cast upon the floor, My Ross, at last is found!" In a tomb her Ross laid in the silence; by love and hope kept alive Calling upon soft summer winds; manifested in persistent dreams Which resounded that among the dead, her beloved would be found ~*~ By Annalise Brigham For: A Rambling Poet's "Among the Dead" Contest
Oh how I wish I could set free the native American Indian with pride and dignity taking them back across the great open plains to their sacred home in the lush green vallies where buffalo are plentiful and roam so the Indians can live in peace one with nature once more where the eagles soar setting them free as the wind wild untameable as a magnificent stallion running toward the setting sun. Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
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My friends and I had midnight hide and seek One had to stand by a tree and not peek In my state of hiding great I was hard to find My friends decided to just be unkind They all got together and decided to hunt me down I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree I had an idea that made a way to make them see A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit They all laugh and started to call out my name They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew I decided to make a distraction once again To think of it, it would probably make the night end My friends finally surrounded my tree house I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see They had a fish net ready for me to step into I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed
Here the sun shines soft and warm— Caressing all in vales and on hill— It gives a glow to every inherent form— And reveals for every eye a thrill. Of here they never get their fill— For this is Bliss, an endless treasure— Where our dream is the Lord's will— And God rules by His divine pleasure. The garden is a lush, green platform— Big blooms with the fluffiness of chenille— Songbirds' music raise a storm— Their feathered robes fill the bill. Wings spread they fly away at freewill— Along the curvy course of the river— They seek the Lord's grace with skill— And God rules by His divine pleasure. The dream cottage, fancy for the norm— With a stone paved path to the doorsill— A neat little shelter from the storm— Has a spice garden for basil and dill. And there's a gazebo for time to kill-- For when gardenwork calls for leisure— Or even for the blessing of a drizzle— And God rules by His divine pleasure. To some this vision may instill— A yearning for the bliss in nature— But the Lord is sovereign still— And God rules by His divine pleasure.
Upon A Bed of Petals The fragrance is so heavenly full of romance With petals smooth and colorful it puts me into a trance The light shines upon the area of which they lay With the oasis of beautiful smell I fall in a deep delay The aroma of sweet beauty comes a dream With motion that reveal emotions with great steam Upon A Bed Of Petals Comes a well spent year with joyous laughter and self appeal With open arms we embrace the life that is surreal Comes a time that we do have to dream with petals of life With occasional choices of passion and strife Comes a venue of flowers of many beauty with value With another part of each season we stand true Upon A Bed Of Petals The scent of life passes through and makes new With loops that can be seen in an open sky so blue The wind takes one petal or two to show a trust With to passionate people lying by the petals love is entrust The beauty is that the petal lasts in memory of With two people passion with love rules true and above
Glorious are the days we ride, my love. You and I riding in the morning light. Passions racing hearts are thundering. Sunrise explodes pink and purple streaks across the sky. You and I smiling, riding together in the first light. Kindred spirits racing together chasing the morning star. Intoxicated on the morning air. Nowhere, but here in this moment. Glorious is the day we ride.
A Woman's Worth By Nate Spears Her purpose in this world is hurting She's never been a designed of perfect But she is a mom, so she's super She works She cleans Then roll up her sleeves ; and Take care of the kids; and The house Making it a home For a beautiful family to roam Building wonderful memories Becoming a woman of worth Keeping her faith through Christ Keeping her pace through health Keeping her sanity through managing This is a woman's worth I'm giving you Despite of all the stress She receives her family with open arms Through all the mess She's a fantastic mom A wonderful woman Deserving a round of applause Plus a standing ovation For always being an American sensation That held this continent down since day one Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us Thank you for her giving Thank you for her living Thank you for her children This is , A woman's worth.
< she's a hard headed woman lovin a soft hearted man when they get together they join hand and hand for loves be glory in this fairy tales story for she's a hard headed women lovin a soft hearted man a hard headed woman lovin that soft hearted man though shes stubborn as an mule but can make that man still drool as he's so shy but captured her roving eye for she's a hard headed woman lovin a soft hearted man a hard headed woman lovin that soft hearted man now don't you just think romance can start out as a wink even if it may be a little lie come on little boy now give it a try for she's a hard headed woman lovin a soft hearted man a hard headed woman lovin that soft harded man My Next Country Western Song LOL
She read one of her poems on TV. For all the world to hear and see. She also spoke softly of all her pain, To show all the world what she had gained. To the magazines she told her story, To show the world, the before, the after, then the glory. On the radio she told what it was like, She told the world while she held the mike. For ten whole years she answered letters from far and near, From others who also had the fear. Then one day she just gave it all up, and said no more. AGORAPHOBIA, you won't come back to my door, It's time to put you in the past where you belong. While she goes off to sing a song, At little Ps, the Methodists or J.A.M. Singing nursery rhymes, just being NAN, And maybe in her spare time, She will still write the occasional rhyme.
Jesus Is the Vine. I am the branch, Jesus is the vine. For I am his, and he is mine. To remain in him, I'll bear good fruit. This is God's command so absolute. God, the gardener, comes to trim and to prune. For he wants me to blossom and to bloom. Bearing good fruit is his upmost desire, For every bad branch will be thrown into the fire. Engrafted in Jesus...HIS joy I'll receive. he's my very best friend who will never leave. By obeying his commands, in his love, I'll abide. For if I'm truly in him- I'll have nothing to hide! Living for Jesus, will be my true pleasure. For HE is my vine, my rock, and my treasure! By Jim Pemberton
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 !!
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"
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.
I was just trying to remember the past trying to remember the good people and the bad people, that i came across on my way, i want you to know that you are among the good people that left a good trace in my life, once again i just want to say thank you for passing through my life, is so short but is wonderful i want you here forever.
Every moment I can't see your face; These are the days and nights when I miss you. I ask that you stay for always, On sunny days and when it rains too. If I speak to another pretty dame, She's not the flame inside that grows. In my heart you will remain; This one thing I'd like you to know. ©2013 Honestly JT For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest
A never ending story It's a never ending story This story of our love A story of an angel Who was sent from up above To love me and to nurture me And make my life complete It's a never ending story So perfect and so sweet. That I'll love you forever This be wrote within the stars I could not meet a sweeter girl And just the way you are To me this be perfection You have so much allure And everything about you Is wonderful and pure. This never ending story Is the tale of love so grand A story filled with magic That I can't understand But I need it and I want it To go on till forever This never ending story Of the two of us together.
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world. One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends. She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn't stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud. The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall. Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months. The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up . I've been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray! The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB. They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers. Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they're not white like daisies they're not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil. The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. as they were called WEEDS .. The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don't choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance. However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn't have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water . The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ? She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
On Tuesday the 1st of May. We will celebrate this very special day, Balloons will float through the sky. So if you see us letting them off you will know the reason why, We are celebrating 20+ years to this very day, The day our lives changed forever, The day the bully was not so clever. The moral of this story is in. The fact that you must never let the bully win. No matter how scared you really are inside, No matter how many tears you have cried. So if you look up and see one of our balloons floating in the sky You will know the reason why.
I'm lost in the sound, lost in the music, trapped in the decibel, caged by the keys, hidden in the rhythm. The maze of harmony complicates my gyrations controls my movements. Encore, over and again is the pattern of this composition I'm lost in the sound, i dont wanna be found.
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.
Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook Every day in our lives has different fragrance, God give us various things in abundance, Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance, Things depend according to the attendance. Two years of studies, Helped us to come out with various abilities, Extremely joyful moments with buddies, But life said every aspect has its boundaries. Teachers become very friendly, They approach us very kindly, They speak on us exaggeratedly, Because they know, if not we might behave badly. Big shots in the school boundary, These are years of foundry, It helped us to find and go for laundry, Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry. Various angles the kith and kins are civilized, It's because our knowledge is enhanced, Guys and girls turned well experienced, That's why we call it levels of advanced.
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
My mother, my grandmother before has always held a place in my heart. My father, and my grandfather before has the same part. I was young and very active with unwillingness to listen fully to what they had to say. I had a problem, never could be solved without my parents and grandparents till today. With patience they all come to my aid when I fall on my face. With little dishonor I listen to them and what they had to say, I embrace. Over the years I go to them with no doubt a feeling of no dismay. Over the years I go to them and they help me solve problems that to me is O.K. Now I am getting a bit more aware of what had happen to me when I was growing. Now I remember how the ride was in my beginning: it was a trial of not knowing. With the guided words of my parents and grandparents I survive through them all. With it some being a problem that I remember I recall. My mother and my grandmother always said to be patient and it will be easy to solve. My father and my grandfather always knew that I would grow and evolve. I could wonder everyday what if my parents and grandparents was not in my life. I could just think that would be fatal like a stab with a knife. With knowledge that they had past on to me of what they had experience. With their proof of teachings they had past on to me is their self existence. Over the years I grew with life so full of happiness that was because of my families love. Over the years it showed me the path that led me to all the above. Now cherish those words that help me through my troubles in my new family. Now I listen to my parents healing words of wisdom and except them gladly.
1. Age my loving friend, From the instant I was born at that specific time You and I inseparable remained Holding hands as years have been passing slowly one After the other 2. Never separated we were Although when young, eager was I to hurry forward And when older I grew, yearned to linger a little bit Behind But you, My wise counselor, ceaselessly were unyielding Advising me by your side to stay always For only in that way, you told me, would I happy be, When in harmony I followed your pace In that way, you said, I could see and learn and understand Everything, as it should be and at its proper time 3. Together through an impressive string of Stunning transformations we went, We were young and fresh, daring, provoking Inquisitive and challenging, energetic and resourceful So The pick of our vigor we soon reached And glorified life 4. The years though started passing fast before Our own eyes The mood changed eventually and cautious became, Less daring, less challenging Less energetic and less eager But Always interested we were to see what to us Was coming 5. One day gray hair appeared that soon turned Into white And shortly after wrinkles started to be apparent But you and I, my friend, clinched we were to One-another Never letting each other's hand For All these years I have learned to trust you, your Wisdom and judgment Cause You never stopped amassing me Never ceased teaching me a lesson In that way I grew up and fell in love With all I was doing 6. Till my last moment I know very well That you will never let me down For your faces are innumerable, your lessons are Unending The rewards you have offered me so far and Those to me you still intend to offer, No matter how old I come to be, All of them are precious, all blessed and All divine 7. Now that life's road I see is coming to a Conclusion I would like, from the bottom of my heart, to Thank you without fail For holding my hand that long a dear time Cause I know too many of my friends that such a chance was Never to them presented 8. For all these reasons, Age my adoring friend, from me You will never hear complaints Because I have come to know so well That As long as I keep getting old, able I would be, alive To remain! 9. How couldn't happy I be with you, my generous Loving Age? © Demetrios Trifiatis 26 AUGUST 2014
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Sitting at a sidewalk restaurant The sun is shining like a diamond Looking at life around me foreign country, foreign language and foreign culture Tanned smiling faces that greet: Hello, a beautiful day - are you having a good time? I get served steaming fresh coffee in my cup it smells and tastes so good but not like the one I have at home New baked cake on a platter, tastes delicious but not like the ones we have at home Everything is strange and yet so dear How lucky I am that can travel to a foreign country and enjoy all the benefits they have to offer Strange smell of food, flowers and herbs Listening to a language I do not understand Just sitting here on my sidewalk restaurant and enjoy my coffee cup and life while I can Turkey 02.04.2012 A-L Andresen
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
To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But at our elderly Age that doesn't mean much.... AAAhhh... The choices and freedoms that age does bring... They open the world of childhood again. This childhood is filled with fantasy and such… Including Dragons, and Trolls alive to the touch. I wish, I wish, you could see them with me. We could laugh at their antics, together you see. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But as my body grows old, my mind's still young. My husband and I are like the two parts of the moon. He comes from the light side to pull me there, too. His reflections of love keep me there, each day. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But never stop smiling, along the way. It's your reflection of love that's given to the world, each day. It makes everything brighter, and everything OK. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. To learn is to find how to give your own reflections of love. For contest: Reflections of Love
"There is a time for each season… To everything made… There is a divine reason. A time for purpose under the heavens above… A time for meaning from a God of love. A time to be born. A time to die… A time to farm the ground under the beautiful sky. A time to kill. A time to heal... A time to tear down and to build up with a passion and zeal A time for weeping. A time for laughing… A time to mourn. A time for dancing. A time to keep... A time to throw away. A time to tear. A time to make amends today. A time to get. A time for losing… A time to keep. And to give away at our choosing. A time for silence. A time to speak… A time for each hour and day of the week. A time for love. A time for hate… A time for war. A time for peace at your gate. How will you spend the time God has given to you? What is your choice? What will you do??? May this be a time living in God's purpose and design. He created you and made everything beautiful in his time! By Jim Pemberton 05/22/10 Read Eccl. 3:1-11
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
I have struggled through my past, and try to take things day by day, but With God's Love,he can help show me the way. I have given up on life so many times before, With God's Love beside me, I will love life even more. Sometimes I get confused and don't know which way to turn, but With God's Love,I am sure he will help me learn. I really need to start to turn my life around, and I know that With God's Love, he will help me stand my ground. Everyone has struggles and sometimes don't know what to do, no matter if it's big or small, With God's Love you will make it thru. Colleen Marie Bono January 19, 2010
The rivers that flow The clouds drifting by The sun that shines All treats to the eye The breeze that blows The bright shiny moon The grass that grows A warm day in June The warmth of summer The colours of autumn The snows of winter Making smiles broaden The sound of the rain The children at play The sound of thunder Feeling love every day The colour of flowers The laughter of a baby The sound of the waves Those trees so shady A roller coaster ride The thrill of found money A marching band A walk with your honey Comfort of easy chairs The thrill of first kiss The air that we breathe The joy of all this © Jack Ellison 2014
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
We welcome the sun We welcome the sun A gleaming sunrise is seen in the distance – shedding relief Bursting forth like fireworks in the dark blue sky Hues of beauty and sincerity washes away our grief The cheery clouds come together like lovers embracing one another I'm never waving goodbye It's so surreal… and magnificent to see this scene unfold You lift up the sparkling light… you're an angel from up above It's so vibrant – the illuminated sight never dulled You bring us luck and excitement – You're as pleasant as a dove We welcome the sun We welcome the love We welcome the sun We welcome the sun To omit the darkness To abolish the distress To conceal the darkness And reveal the halo Hovering around your head Burning away the dread We welcome the sun We welcome the sun We welcome the sun An ocean of love is rubbing against my feet Blankets of comfort embrace me now… our love will never dry You treat us with reverence and I repeat – You're as pleasant as a dove – taking wing from on high We welcome the sun in the morning We welcome the sun with open arms We welcome the sun We welcome the sun We welcome the sun We welcome the sun A speedy breeze is whistling in my ears Spiraling mad like a spinning top Spiraling mad with all of its might You're very intriguing – you casted away our fears Your gorgeous eyes Project bright green and blue You're special in His sight He welcomes you We welcome the hope We welcome the sun We welcome the sun We welcome the sun To lighten up your load And lead you to the mercy road Where you and I will escape to paradise To drive out all of the negativity To conceal the wretched farewells To reveal the light in goodbye We welcome the sun We welcome the sun We welcome you With open arms
Let's praise the Lord! All you people of the land! Let's praise him with every Instrument we have on hand! Let's shout praises to his wonderful name! A message of rejoicing, we need to proclaim! Let's come before him, with love from our hearts! This is where a victorious life really starts! Let's bring him our thanks and appreciation! And sing of his tender mercy and wondrous salvation! Let's bring him a heart filled With hope and cheer! The coming of the lord, is so very near! We bless the father, the spirit and son! Through the blood of Jesus, we have overcome! By Jim Pemberton
God gave me talents and abilities to use! The love he blessed me with. I wouldn't refuse! I wanted to use what was given. I really did! I had no idea this would change how I live! I spoke to the Lord with a heart felt confession. Using my God given talent was my obsession! People from church listened. It didn't seem to matter. There was too much "business", "gossip" and "chatter" I talked to the pastor about the desire I had on my heart. I could tell he didn't care… Right from the start! In my efforts to serve God, I most certainly tried. There were many nights I laid awake and cried! In my efforts to use God's talents, I often felt alone. I didn't want to go anywhere. I stayed at home. I wanted to give to others, the love God gave to me! But I was alone now… It was so plain to see! The many from church that I thought were my "friend." Would often criticize me again and again! They told me that I wasn't good at what I wanted to do. "How could God use somebody like you???" God picked me up when I felt very discouraged and down… He filled me with his spirit. His presence was all around! He took my futile efforts to use me any way he could. Everything I was going through... He understood!. I've been able to share his mercy and love that he's given! His power and grace have changed how I'm livin'! I don't need others "permission" for the talents I received. His will in my life is what I aim to achieve! His word and love have blessed me within! I'll do anything for my savior and friend! By Jim Pemberton
It's hard doing something different. It's difficult staying yourself. In a world so accustomed to conformity, It feels nearly impossible to be unique As the one He created you to be. How do we find the strength? How do we find the courage? How do we find the bravery? Where do we defeat fear? Well, He's hanging on The Cross Giving life to you and me. Thank You Jesus! Let us not forget With Christ, Nothing is impossible, For with God, All things are possible! Thank You Father! Thank You! We give our lives to You! We are Yours! Praise You forever And forevermore! In Jesus' Name, We pray, Amen!
The sun shines through my window, Awakening me with its warmth. My eyes open to the light that it sheds on me, My day begins. I grab my shower, Feeling the water as it sooths my mind. I put my clothes on , And begin a new day. I enter the hostile world, The crooks,thieves,and vigilants. I fight my way to work, Through the road rage and never ending traffic. The day is over, I fight my way back home. I enter the door and lean against it, And the most wonderful thing happens. My daughter takes my hand, All the strife of the day just, Dissapears.
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
Growing Old Together: Looking through the photographs, of ten thousand memories ago; it still seems like yesterday even though today I am old. I still remember the first time we met, I froze and stood so still! So afraid that you would turn and go. Then you smiled and said hello. I was so very lost for words and completely dazzled by the sight of you. The years have come and gone since our first hello, yet every single day will pass and I'm still head over heels in love with you. Wrinkles and scars they appear, but that's not what I see. I still see that lovely girl I fell in love with so many years ago. Gracefully we journey and together we will grow old, I would not want it any other way. Loving you always even till the day I have to go. Steven Beesley (c) 2006-02-02
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 :) :) :)
Treasure Chest of Memories Cleaning out my closet a chore this is sure to be. A day at best to dig through this stuff packed and stacked to the ceiling. Now, where to start and what to keep! Might as well start here at the top and get moving. What on earth was I thinking to bring this home, out it goes? This looks like a keeper; it goes over here. This is cute I think I'll keep it too. When did I get this; I don't even remember it must not be too important, it can go too. Now for my treasure chest filled with special things. A breathless moment as I open the lid and spot things; treasures from my past. Oh so many beautiful memories packed in here and tucked safely away in my heart as well. Time slows down as I savor each moment in time each of these treasures brings back to me. I can't believe this, it's still so beautiful. Oh my God just look at this; it was my baby girls! I will always have her in my heart and treasure chest too. This is perfect, I remember this too! I had hoped this day would never end. This was the most special thing ever given to me; I remember crying in secret with pure joy. This cut through my heart and left such a scar, I knew life would never be the same! I can't believe at times I survived my very own life. Tears now stinging, no falling down my face; partly joy, partly sadness! This treasure chest holds so many memories; none of which I can part with. I know these will always be with me buried inside my heart and tucked inside this chest. My mind will always remember each one of these, some sad, some happy but all are mine to remember! Debbie Knapp.
The dress was white with flowered trim. It flared widely from the hip. I turned just as the camera clicked. We were standing on the stern of the ship. Auburn hair in bright sunlight, a white sundress that flared. Captured in the camera's eye just that one moment shared. I hate to have my picture taken and will do my best to hide but with ocean as the backdrop I show that picture with pride. So many years have gone since then. My youth has gone as well. It was a magical day on that ship as the picture will surely tell. ~~Francine Roberts~~ for Constance's 'The Sundress' contest p.s. the picture is on my blog
Pushing back the snow, the barn door slowly opens against the drifts. Inside smells are rich and warm. Hay and straw and animals mix sparking memories of a long ago stable. The tarp is heavy, but uncovers a shiny red sleigh. Runners honed to a keen shushing edge. Sounding of hooves on wooden floor Snorting his readiness to go. Harness tight, bells in place Isinglass heater under a buffalo robe, cuddling close, let's go! We disappeared into plumes of snow off galloping hooves, with mane flying in the breath of nostrils flaring. Sleigh bells singing their song in rhythm of beating hooves, crisp air and joyful hearts cuddle under robes of excitement racing, racing Caps pulled down over ears, cheeks chapping, hands clasping, hearts racing, faster ... faster ... faster ...
A bomb shell dropped then I realized I'm: haiku addict—ha! ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ © Joseph Spence, Sr., 10/9/09 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran. ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
You all look at me, "This guy on stage." Telling you about how this world can be a cage. Telling you, Yeah most don't chase their dreams, And in fact dream- Most don't even do that. So I'm here to tell you, You can have everything you ever wanted if you just believe. Just dream about anything you can conceive, Just believe in yourself and that's all you need, To be the best there ever was, at whatever I mean- What's the point of living if you don't dream? To not live life to the fullest? To not be in this moment? Because this is a gift, A gift of opportunity, To seize the moment. Carpe Diem. You have a tattoo of it but do you know what it means? Then why are you sitting there listening to some guy talk to you about what life should be like, Instead of living life with the girl you like, Or being an actor, Or doing what you love. Carpe Diem, Really? When's the last time you seized the moment? When's the last time you did something different for a change? Because to me it seems like people don't have a range. Wake up, What's the point? To go to some job at some restaurant joint? Is that your dream? Then why are you doing it? People say YOLO like it's a joke, You only live once, Why are you broke? There's nothing stopping you except for your preconceived notion of it can't be, It's not in the cards for me. And I'm here to tell you... You're wrong! There is nothing stopping you from being happy except you, So turn that frown upside down and do you. No one can stop you, So stop acting like they can. Tell your parents, "I'm joining a band!". Live out your life because it's yours and no one else's. Praise The Lord and part the seas like Moses. Yesterday's history, And tomorrow's a mystery, So take this gift, The present. And transform your life, Because that's what it is... Your life!
The silence now pervades my soul and mind. I smile in wonder at the scene sublime. The silence now pervades my soul and mind. I wish to hold this moment for all time— The beauty of the flowers full in bloom. I smile in wonder at the scene sublime. There is no need for dustpan, rake, or broom. The roses in their glory make me cry— The beauty of the flowers full in bloom. I want to understand why when I spy Upon this garden planted by a man The roses in their glory make me cry. It must be all a part of God's own plan To show the awesome beauty He creates Upon the garden planted by a man. When I discern the plot, my thoughts abate— The silence now pervades my soul and mind. To show the awesome beauty He creates, The silence now pervades my soul and mind.
Poetry Rainbows Like carefree summer daydreams Exalt illusion.
live as if you plan to be an organ donor-- make healthy choices
When the day is over Lights are turned off Silence of the night No birds singing The moon lights up big and yellow Your eyes are closed Dark long eyelashes A hint of smile on your lips Your long brown curls on your pillow Your body rests Breathing quiet and relaxing You are so beautiful when you sleep Use my senses....listen and feel Peace and quiet of this night Like a shining jewel Love and beauty for people and nature 15. August 2012 A-L Andresen :)
As I strip the mattress bare and watch the pile of sheets, pillowcases, blankets and pillows grow I find myself thinking of you... and me. What comes to mind is sheer happiness. As I tuck the sheet under the foot of the bed (just like you like it) I catch myself laughing remembering the times we would stay awake late into the night wrestling... (I always won) trying to stay quiet until our laughter was uncontrollable and we would hear one of the kids yell from the next room... '' PUH-LEASE! ! KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE! WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP! '' I arrange the pillows just as I always do... (your favorite one on top) and I take an extra moment holding your favorite pillow... your scent drifts up to my face almost as if you are there. I set it in place and realize how many years have passed. We've experienced so much in this bed. The laughter is what rings in my ears as I fold back the comforter to expose just a touch of those all too familiar sheets (you know...the ones with the ducks flying on them) . As I leave our room I find a sense of anticipation in the thought that in a few short hours we will be here again...together.
Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> I stood there... silently Like a predator near prey I sneak behind YOU You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! I made YOU jump hIgH Like a startled hare I chuckle and smile You know that mischievous smile of mine? Your reaction was PRICELESS - you were so upset But YOU forgave me Well...I'm flattered. . . We laugh'd together (just like the good times) In a chorus - our volume Picked up extreme sound Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away! But I'm glad I did My best to make you giggle Ridiculous me... Wouldn't you agree?
Deliberately inching its way toward break of day, The morning sun begins to emblazon the barley field. Relaxing and watching the orb find its way, The lady of the house waits for night to yield. Like every morning, she is seated there, Enjoying the dew scented breeze on her veranda. Feeling its coolness on her scalp while combing her hair, And the warmth of the rising sun becoming grander. Her mind wanders back to the city of her birth, Just over the rise, beyond the barley field's treasure, Lies the city with the most famous name on earth, Where, in her youth, she was a lady of pleasure. To Rachab went all of Jericho's possession, By decree of God, for which Achan was stoned. For this soldier could not control his obsession, Though aware the city's riches were God's own. With God's grace, Rachab's wisdom grew, And she made the city's outskirts her spread. Her land into a field of grain did accrue, A breadbasket from which hordes were fed. Her hires were the finest laborers in the land And were busy harvesting barley all spring. She paid the very best wage to every man, Cause her crop was the best early rains could bring. The fields and glades, that gave her pasture form, Seemed sensuous in every contour and rise. At daybreak, contrasting tones were the norm, Painted artfully by the brightening skies. Mounds appeared convexly round breasts, Lovingly sculpted over a span of human girth, Whose beauty was able to put the heart to a test, As the machinery of memory rotates the earth. Babbling brooks flowed from shady nooks, Giving refreshment to denizens of land and sky, Producing a scene of green worthy of picture books, That not one skilled artist would dare deny. Gingerly she rose the doorway torch to quench, Watching the shrinking darkness become shadows. Rachab calmly returns to her veranda bench, To observe butterflies dance above the meadows. In her dreams, she envisions a more golden age, When royalty would be attributed to her seed. A zephyr flows over her mind turning the page, But she still aspires the prospect of the throne to accede. What a lovely story to behold just beginning to dawn, Rising out yonder, just beyond the horizon of time. How we yearn to see that age return, now long forgone, So our hearts may once again be joyous and sublime.
You are now past "Hogwartz age" Time to let you out of childhoods "cage" To turn your life's book on a new page So get ready to take center stage Witches' brew and Wizards spell Joyful ringing of heaven's bell It's now the time, can't you tell To cast on you a Birthday Spell Age old wisdom from Dumbledore Pouring out to you from heaven's door All good tidings endlessly pour Making sure you need not ask for more A kiss of courage from Harry Potter The strength of soul is what really matters Quick wit and charm from Hermione Granger To preserve you from any danger Minerva showers you with luck With misfortune you will not get stuck From Ron Weasley a friendly smack That will always protect your back Snape sends a potion of notion To ward off all kinds of temptation From us, our endless love and devotion A love that is deeper than any ocean May you always be as glorious as a queen May your life always be serene As we cast this spell on you Josephine On the day that you turn eighteen Note: This poem was written for my lovely niece Josephine when she turned 18. I wish her all the best this world has to offer. JEB
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home
There once was a wonderful star Who thought she would go very far Until she fell down And looked like a clown She knew she would never go far She would land near the moon
We are all waithing for Spring Spring is fresh after a long winter Winter are so long and cold We hunger after the sun and heating days Come Spring, my dear, we need you now Winter dormancy is over now Dress the world in Spring flowers Sorrows and worries are easier to bear when the the day is sunny and good It is as if our life begins anew Buds arising out in all their delight Come May you lovely mild, with heating breeze and sunny days It feels so good to take off the winter coat Enjoy Spring with pleasure. * 17. May is Norway`s national day. - Hurray for 17.May! 17. May 2012 A-L Andresen
love is the first point of HAPPY. love is the first step to HEAVEN. love is the first line of the HEART GARDEN. love is the first day of the PEACE. love is the first relation of OURSELVES. love is the first person of our LIFE. LOVE LOVE LOVE..... ITS A BEAUTIFUL FEELING. spread the LOVE. at last, love will be the last point of your FAMILY. that is LOVE. LOVE the LOVE. LIFE WILL BE GREAT. LOVELY.....
Memories of a summer time so sweet Palm trees swaying in a rhythmical beat Watching waves as they come upon the shore As a young child I loved to make sandcastles tall. For windows I'd use the prettiest shells A piece of driftwood I used for my door To finish it off a wide moat I would dig deep The water from my bucket around it I'd poor. Another summer memory of which I recall The colourful flowers blooming so tall Bright red, yellow and pink budding roses A welcoming sight that summer was here. I chose pink rose buds and delicate white orchids A combination of which was a magical sight Blending so well with my gown of crystal organza When we married, that warm romantic night.
She smiles all day she thinks it' s o.k. She makes weird sounds and it's all day My Aunt I asked will you not make that silly sound today? My Aunt looked at me and said why? she always say In public she snorts when she laughs and I get that But when things get out of hand she scares my the cat I have a cat but my Aunt well she kinda sat Poor little cat it was now a furry little mat I get really mad at her, but she seems to make me smile Because one day we walked, she sang me a song about a mile I was happy because she ran out of gas at last She also could not speak at all, and that was a blast Although she could not speak She kept smiling she once never look bleak My Aunt Willy who's Silly is the person who never does things in half's I can not express any louder she makes me smile with laughs
There are some dreams that you don't see during the night You can just imagine. There are some words that you don't hear You feel these if you look somebody in the eyes. There are some loves that you don't get with a kiss or a hug You can touch these with your soul. If you can see what you can't see with your eyes If you can hear what you can't hear with your ears If you can touch what you can't touch with your hands Then I will not speak anymore Then you will not speak anymore Then will speak only our hearts Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
It's Christmas! Christmas! That time of year When people are filled... With holiday cheer? Yeah right. . . I really do wish it were true But people are people Through and through It's not about happiness anymore Or in respect to what matters. In reality it concerns what you get And the food that is piled on the platters. What has happened to the world of today? Where is the 'loving and giving...'? Now it is all just me, me, me. Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living. Yep we might have a lot of things Hang on! Let's add some more It isn't the family that I'm expecting But the postman knocking at the door. When the topic turns to Christmas cheer Lets go stuff our faces... Break out all that lovely beer! Chuck away those graces! But... Suddenly the month is over There go all the gifts you gave Your debt payments crawl closer and closer And you become a material slave.
Lettuce mixed with coconut Sliced grapes and oil nuts Specialty tuna from sea This is just for me Nice glass of rum punch Watch out man— Done!
Went for a walk in the park today First time since way back in the fall My spirits soared to the heavens above Felt a thrilling surge of happiness Reborn is the best way to describe it The absolute sweetest time of the whole year Too bad it can't be spring for the whole 12 months Naw! We wouldn't appreciate it then It would just be the same old same old But holy cow what a fantastic same old! Guess we should just be satisfied The way it's been since we first opened our eyes! We should just enjoy it while it's here So get out there and make every minute count We only have a relatively short time here on the earth DON'T WASTE A MOMENT!!! © Jack Ellison 2014
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
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
No goodbye tears Tell me it's a nightmare Rock away my fears Because nobody cares The feelings were so strong I felt so cold and alone Absence makes the heart grow fonder Is that really true I wonder than I ponder A broken arrow A broken vow The unseen umbilical chord was cut Afterwards I knew what was up Where we kissed and spoke of tomorrow Places that now bring me only sorrow Our past and loving memories were shattered Each precious memory now scattered Remorse and sorrow fill my days Now its my time to pray Still, I wish for the happiness and pleasure True love I do treasure I've been a prisoner, can't you see? Break my chains and set me free. With me; our friendship has become a part Of my world now; it has its special place, Within my being, life, and in my heart,
Words Your Voice Sounds coming forth A joy to hear Speech
I cried along with you when I heard on the phone Your first cries as you made yourself known With little fists flying and a voice to be heard You let everyone know, you would not be deferred. With angelic eyes and a cute little nose You were pink and rosy, right down to your toes Everyone cooing, laughing and yes a tear too For the new life and blessing on your day of debut. With a head full of hair the color of fawn Born in the morning just before dawn You visited awhile and then went out like a light An angel needs rest to shine that bright. So welcome Aimee Michelle, we've waited so long To have you with us; to hear your life song Never doubt for a moment how much you are loved You are our blessing that God sent from above. *To my son who lost a son last year but was blessed last night with a daughter. I couldn't be there due to illness so I only got to hear her first cries over the phone.
Yoga in Poem - A novel attempt 01/ Many YOGA is a priceless gift given by great ancient Indian saints for every human being through Vedas. I am trying to bring one step each week before all my known and unknown friends of Poetry Soup and for other viewers for a glimpse of this treasure of India, which in fact is a gift of Good Health for the entire humanity. Ravindra Meditation Step 01 Meditation remains The essence of healthy living And the most precious Gift given to humans By the Almighty God. We think and think And puzzle our mind With ideas and emotions With worries and Irrelevant thoughts. This goes on in our minds Ever since we find that We have grown-up To know and understand And to behave with The world. But unfortunately From that very time We unknowingly start Worrying also and Sometimes Not only during daytime But even When we are in sleep. This never ending Row of worries and worries only Sometimes for reasons And often without a season Have become a habit To lament On what we have and More on, What we do not have. This constant Lamentation and pondering Brings and form shape A Free Gift for all of us In the form of slow poisoning Which we inhale and drink Every day and every moment When we breathe and talk When we love or walk When we behave and misbehave When we are in a haste and Even when We lie on a cot Or when we fight Without a cause. This constant thinking and Worrying Slowly destroy everything Good and great in our heart Given by the Almighty God. But meditation and Yoga Can restore What we often unknowingly Just throw away By our day and night worrying Which continues When we go to sleep or Are busy in accomplishing our tasks. Meditation and Yoga Can restore What we often unknowingly Have lost By our worries While sleeping and even while Accomplishing our tasks With a gift of better and healthy life. Ravindra Kanpur India 4rd /6th July 2013 To be continued …… NOTE: The series which I am starting today is also a gift for all American friends on their Great of Independence 4th July. My Greetings for all of you. With best wishes…Ravindra Benefits of Meditation can be seen and noted on the following webpage. http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/2008/05/100-benefits-of-meditation/
Whispers upon a morning breeze gently caresses the awakening flowers and leaves on the flourishing trees just like a lovers warm soft tender touch after a night of passion and making love now just smouldering embers between two kindred hearts who discovered the true meaning of giving sharing and caring and beauty in the sanctity of sacred eternal love. Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
spears sing of spring push past rag-tag laggard snow--- trumpet the sun
The storm The sky above was filled right up With big, black, monstrous clouds The thunder hit the blackened skies His voice so very loud Forked all across the morning skies Fiery fingers streak on out Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong And rain is all about Oh how that rain came teeming down Just like it's on a mission To wash away the whole damned earth As with her quiet precision Mother Nature puts the pressure on To warn us human souls Of the damage she could do With the power in her role The rain, It pours down onto me But I don't feel a thing I'm covered by my wetland gear And my heart begins to sing For me, I love these thunder storms With all their mighty power Though some on seeing all this drama Would hide away and cower. 17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.
Angels in heaven Dancing on a small puddle Always stay afloat
Look around you; Is what you see is true. America my home, It is 310,452,000 so we're not alone The land of the free. I thank God, for everything you've been so good to me. No other place in this world but in this land. Can you start with an empty hand, And from nothing become something. Live life to the fullest each and every day. We use come together and pray. From the rolling hills, and dirty streets, and windswept plains I am strong, I am proud, I am weak, I am vain, For the many who strive to hear the sound of opportunity but cannot. Let my pen be your voice so that should say a lot The icons of our fast-food world - French fries, hamburgers and cokes. This might fill our belly's but does this give us hope. In the summer heat there is laughter of children in chlorine-blue city pools. These same children in our future will be our leaders, so now what will do. There is suffering of the lonely, of the hungry, of the dreamless who live without hope. Just keep having faith and believe than just maybe together as America we can cope.
God, my ears are open And I know what to do. Please help me to make a decision That finally leads to You.
` ``` ` ` ``` ` ` `` ` `` ` ` ` CUDDLING THE RAIN jadedl heart should be moistened, inner child longs for wonder. seize the rain cuddling it tight, swirl in the whirlpools of dance! all rights reserved © * form of poetry: whitney definition: a titled syllabic form, created by Betty Ann Whitney, has exactly seven lines syllable pattern: 3, 4, 3, 4, 3, 4, 7 ````` ````` ````` ````` for Brian Strand's " As You Like It" by nette onclaud
Look at you, you have found my heart With love I stare into your eyes With passion I devise I can not part with you or can not stop the things I have started So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone Look I walk by your side and I found my self crying With your hands so soft with gentleness With your smile so beautiful with carefulness I do notice life with you without sighing So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone Without a fear of losing you, you are in my visions With beautiful roses by your side I love you more than twelve times Without doubt I do love you, I care for you and you alone So do not walk away Please lets talk about things anyway With feelings of letting you go is make me ache in the heart Do not stop believing my passion has fallen apart So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone Look I want us to grow old with each other through years of journeys With hope of sharing life of fulfillment that gives us memories With this I hope to give all of my faith and I hope it is not to late I Look into your eyes with such full life because you have been my life date So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone And you alone So I raise my hands to embrace you you alone
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
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
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.
I Had A Dream. I had a dream the other night Of a world all free of greed And everything it felt so good As each fulfilled their needs. Tolerance was all around No bigots walked the Earth And snobbery did not exist To rob folk of self -worth. And everyone they walked with joy As through their lives they danced And love it filled the whole darned place You could tell it at a glance. Gentle people ruled the lands With serenity and joy. And folk all tried to understand Folk's feelings weren't destroyed. And wisdom flowed there like a river And life was ruled by love And all around rich beauty glowed Like a blessing from above.
Making it clear thus you have been purified This side of the fence thus you stand in defense You have been remade thus light has sterilized The rarity of this clarity His will presents
As night falls swiftly; no respite for a heart can be found She dares not invoke sleep, so she paces the floor in silence For to fall asleep would mean, a revisit of that dreadful dream Ominous clouds cover the moon, carried on by rushing winds As she searches for her husband, with hope that he is alive That the dream is no foreboding; that he lies injured and not dead Raven, dressed in black satin; searches diligently among the dead The pain and anxiety lingers, as she awaits news that he is found Fear it seems, has sensed determination; leaving hope alive Dark clouds roll as ravens circle high above, in the prevailing silence. Though the massive search is over, yet his voice calls in the winds If only he'd walk through the door; and put to bed this recurring dream Where each night, she's awakened, by parts of an unfinished dream She refuses to dwell on morbid thoughts, for her beloved is not dead! As she feels his spirit still lives and has not drifted upon summer winds! There is just one option left, which is, Ross would have to be found In his library, his favorite cigars lie untouched in the stoic silence Every flower in their garden droops, as if in prayer that he'd be alive Intuition prods her to dream again; find clues that he may be alive A Hypnotist in his expertise would escort her through the dream Come the appointed day, throughout their house hung total silence Her eyes were heavy as lead, yet while she dreamt, clear sight was found And deep, somewhere between the distinct worlds, living and dead Through thick mists she trods unafraid, as though riding on soft winds ~*~ Cont'd on Pg. II A. Brigham FOR: A Rambling Poet's "Among The Dead" Contest
The Lord will supply all my needs and will fill up my cup. You are a child of the King, bow to no negative circumstance or critical invective, so stand up! God has wonderful plans for your life if you will just listen up! God's spirit breathe new hope and life into you. Believe who He says you are, not what others say to insult and humiliate you. Embrace a bold and courageous attitude. Always be polite never rude. Believe who God says you are, not what enemies tag you, To yourself just be honest and remain true. Ask God to help you to "open your mouth and increase your territory" (prayer of Jabez in 1 Chronicles 4:10). Prepare what you are going to say and then practice articulating your message clearly. When all is dark around you and no light shines at the end of your tunnel of despair, Always remember God loves you and cares. Get up and walk; don't just sit around bemoaning your problems. Beloved only our God can solve them. Allow God to do a "new thing" in you (Isaiah 43)., Choose to become new again. Ask God for a vision for your life, talk with God as you would a friend. Take a sabbatical rest especially when you are being blessed. He does all of this so we can ready where there is new danger. Be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger.
Summer season was my childhood's greatest fun time, We played with toys out of a coconut tree which is a tree of life, We built little houses beautifully and so high as we climbed Like a flying trapeze on its leaves, we swung so high. We played with toys made of coconut trees, the tree of life, My playmates joined me in building little houses using a dull knife, Out of its leaves and midribs, we made walls, roofs and doors, Pretended as good cooks with its coconut shells and fruits. My playmates joined me in building little houses using a dull knife Pretended to live together as families with husband and wife, I took the role of an elder sister in our little comfortable house I combed the hair of a younger sibling with a coco midrib brush. Pretended to live together as families with a husband and wife Just like small neighborhood or community along the riverside We chose one of the eldest playmates to be the group captain, The leader of unity and cooperation in building more tents. Just like small neighborhood or community along the riverside We helped one another as piles of coco leaves we made as rides, We made unique toys out of leaves and roots as much as we could Like trumpets when blown, we covered our ears for its loud sound. We helped one another as piles of coco leaves we made as a ride We webbed balls, insects and other toys for a surprise to hide, When the captain signaled to show who's the most had a reward Then ran with our wind vanes to the beach and marched forward. We webbed balls, insects and other toys for a surprise to hide We played with toys out of a coconut tree which is a tree of life, When the captain signaled us to show the most had a reward A wonderful summer memory from a Tree of Life I've ever had! Sept. 11,2012 Note: The coconut trees are considered the "Trees of Life". They can provide almost all the things we need like shelter, clothing, foods and others. So, let us preserve coconut trees! They are very helpful but be careful because they are also risky during typhoons, LOL. There are many coconut trees in our backyard especially along the riverside connecting to the beach. These trees had added so much joy on summer time during my childhood years/graders.
written 9th June 2013 As all the paired animals, were boarded onto the Ark Noah, with his final list, ticked them off as a simple task No one saw, the two flies go pass sneaking aboard under a golden mane, on a horse with class While the flies were free to roam eventually starting their journey on home When they finally, got to the top of the Ark looking for there home, but nothing could be seen in the dark Since that day, that they were stowaways arrogantly, believing humans stole them that day And have vowed, since that day as "we are to blame humans would have to pay, terrorizing us "even still today The secret I've heard is they were never even invited onto the ark all who were on the list, voted if the flies be added to the task Not to Noah's surprise, they were a pest and for the "entire time not "one vote did they receive, no, not from one single mind They would never again return back to their homeland everyone disappointed, think "wouldn't our summer's be grand
Oh Flora, Choral Beauty The Sun Rises With You Out of An Abyss of Chaos, Yet No Piece of Beauty Is Lost I Can't Grant You Nobility, But Our Love's Vitality Will Last Till The Gates of Hades's Halls They Will Push, They Will Pull, And Their Power Will Grow Just To Have A Piece of Our Love's Immortality For It They Cannot Wait Subdued By Desperation's Phantom But I Will Always Be One of Them So, My Dear, Please Understand I'm Just A Chevalier Drenched With My Sins The Hope Will Fade The Rose Will Turn Black The Promise Was Just I Lie, Though I Forbade I Will Just Be Another Empty Heart, Slain By Your Loosening Grip On My Sanity I Will Die, You Will Be Free Believe - It's The Way Things Must Be My Dear, Just Understand
God bless little angels brought unto me, Watch over them beneath heavens grace. My first of seven blessings most precious gift, Treasures hearts keepsakes. Number one the oldest, my rocker baby, Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby. The lyrical light of brilliance's, a shinning note, That strums across grandma's heart strings. The second child is a testament to patience, No instructions came with this wonder Or warning labels tattooed upon her backside. But she has the eyes of an angel and lord knows, She try's my beliefs but I'll never give up the fight . I love my problem child just the same. The third times the charms, she is that for sure, With brown eyes and a kewpie doll with dark curls. Our grand daughter bubbles, whom can light up the Darkest moment with just a simple smile. The fourth grace is he, full of strength and daring, A future NFL first draft pick this is my little RJ, Patton had his tank and believe you me, Me maw Has hers. Diamonds are the hardest stones known to man, But this boy sparkles with a shine more valuable, Then gold. Fifth in line is wisdom and charm, explorations Future astronaut. With curiosities wondering eye, but ahead of The pack in any game of life. My youngest grand son Issac his name means, Laughter and joy and in this it is so true. Tiny but mighty is my little Bella, With dark raven hair, she has her fathers eyes, And mommy's brave spirit. She'll take on the world someday. And win by all hands clapping her on, Me Maw's future Mrs. America. Seven was born on grandma's birthday, A special gift given unto me is my darling, Trinity. Who knows what the future will hold for thee, But seven has always been my lucky number, So sky's the limit with this the youngest blessing, In my life. 1. The blessings gift is music. 2. The second blessings gift mischief and curiosity. 3. The third blessings gift beauty's sweet smile 4. The four blessings gift strength and endurance. 5. The fifth blessings gift wisdom and charm. 6. The sixth blessings gift is a brave spirit. 7. The seventh blessings gift is lucks true fortune. And when you add up all my many blessing, What does a grandmother receive a full heart, Hugs and kisses at bedtime. Good night my little angels and sleep tight. I'll re-sight my many blessings in my prayers, Tonight as I lay myself asleep and dream of thee. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Cut out from the rest, feeling so left out I lay my head on my hands and sigh: Why did things have to happen this way Why is it that I was denied? Denied the basic friendship, A meager ounce of which could help, To grow in thought, deed, word and spirit, To help strengthen myself. Why is it that I feel the need, To sit in the corner and cry? The cold creeps in and I'm overcome By the darkness and void of the night. I lift my head and open my eyes, The tears they blur my sight, And through hazed vision I notice a single star, A lone beacon in the sky. The clouds they part and a million other stars Come out from hidden slumber; They join with that single star to make The glow in the night sky brighter. Combined with the light of the great white moon, They light up the earth below. Their twinkle and their glimmer reflects on the pool, Of tears lying on the floor. Suddenly the truth hits me: My life was playing right before me! I realize that soon the time would come When I would not be lonely. That there would come a day when I wouldn't have to weep In self pity and dismay; That the clouds of hate and bitterness Would one day roll away. That the love and friendship I duly deserve Would fall like summer rain Refreshing my soul and replenishing my spirit Making me whole again. Yet till that day I have to wait And learn to shine on my own. So for now I stand up and wipe away my tears; My spirit no longer forlorn.
Soon baby...This war will be no more, And I'm anticipating the day I walk through that door! Soon baby...We will finally be united, And I can't help but be so damn excited! Soon baby...These arms of mine will hold you into the night, And quench your every physical appetite. Soon baby...No more restless nights alone; No more letter writing and talking on the telephone. Soon baby...All our plans will be fulfilled; And then we can begin the family we've been meaning to build. Soon baby...A life together indefinitely, Yes baby forever, you and me!!
I am drifting into memories. Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun- Yet with ceaseless renewal, Staining the depths of my eyes with images In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity, Stringing together this conscious stream I play in- My stupendous God made of dust and space Tightrope walking existence! And to think we too are made of mostly nothing- Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch In a place so lonely when counted, Yet so abounding when felt! So dance with the Dust God Poised miles above the earth- Prance on your stilts, And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin. Because any moment we could disappear Into Jacob Reinhardt 9/19/2013
How Very Often We Miscalculate Things How very often, we miscalculate things, How very often our fear spoils everything, How often, we predict too heavy rains, Which would wipe away all our living dreams, But find soon that the rains brought only, Rainbows, colors and pleasing winds, It came only to refresh our mind and heart, Not to take away our treasures and our dreams. Fear sometime comes, when we are even strong enough, But often it comes, when we are weak in our preparations, It often comes, when we doubt everything and everyone, Fear takes us away even when, the spring is in full bloom, And often it detract us to hear some melodious tunes and songs, And keep us repeating only the lines, we have sung. It often force us not to inhale and breathe properly, The pleasing fragrance coming with the cool gush of wind, Fear compel the dictators, to even lock the air, As the wind may be coming, not from their planned direction. How often it compels and motivates us, Not to open, the new doors and windows, As the new wind may refresh or spoil the mind, And it may touch and influence, the soul in peace, With the lofty smells and thoughts, preserved in the mind, How very often we miscalculate things, How very often our fear spoils everything. Ravindra Kanpur India 13th May 2012/center>
mom say's quit running !!!! {walk}
In the unrestrained laughter of children, is the exalted, purity of joy. Just seeing that first Crocus of the Spring or kittens, their antics, exuberant. You can't help but smile, in wonderment, at the abundance of simple pleasures. To watch vibrant sunsets, brings great pleasure. As does a phone call, from both my children. I'll recall their eyes, filled with wonderment, and their squeals, as fresh snow fall, brought pure joy. Their young minds, bounding with exuberance, playing outside, in the warm days of Spring. I love new baby animals at spring. Their mothers, showing them off, with pleasure. Playing, jumping, with such exuberance. I am happy to have all the children, with which to share these adventures and joy. To see their eyes, grow big in wonderment. I remember my own childhood wonders. Seeing big rainbows in the skies of Spring. Hearing birds, in the morning, sing with joy. Watching mom, tend her roses, with pleasure. My Grandmother, would send out us children, to go play and use up our exuberance. Now it's Grandchildren, with exuberance, that find, in their lives, so much to wonder. See the world through the eyes of a child, the seasons; Winter, Fall, Summer and Spring. I can't think of anything more pleasant, than to watch them, their lives, filled with such joy. Life in the desert, has brought me much joy. Thunderstorms, beat my heart, exuberant. My heart and soul, revived, with the pleasures. Rugged beauty, fills my mind with wonder. As life giving rains, that herald the Spring, welcomes all of natures newborn children. I find joy and exuberance abound, in the pleasures and wonders within life. That spring forth, from the child, within me. For the contest: Joy To The World Placement: 6th
Sukhasana – The Easy Pose Step 02 Posture - Step of the Week The easy posture to start with. Just sit on any flat comfortable ground (it should not be spongy ground or beds). Fold your legs at the knees that one foot rests inside your knee fold of your opposite leg and the other foot is on the ground beneath the knee ford of the opposite leg. This is the easiest pose to start practicing Yoga till you learn and practice to sit in the next right pose for Yogic breathing we would learn as Padmasana. Sukhasana – The Easy Pose In Praise of Sukhasana When one sits In this easy pose To start practicing Yoga The mild reconditioning Of your nervous system Starts to take you In the realms of Those shining stars Which exists in Tranquility and peace. Gaining peace of mind Remains the ultimate goal Of every human being and It began to show its Beauty on your mind And your heart As soon as you start Yoga To get filled with The inner joy of peace To feel the light of your God. This simple posture would Slowly eliminate Your exhaustion and fatigue Giving you A highly needed relaxation and relief. Even if you have strained yourself By hard labor or games You will feel A soothing touch In your mind and body Which start creating its affects As soon as you practice Yoga. Your daily practice would slowly take you In the realms of peace And gradually Yoga would start It's functioning of rejuvenating Your vital organs For a better performance Which are the key? To happiness and Your fitness and love for all. Ravindra Kanpur India 08 07 2013 ......... NEXT STEP NEXT WEEK NOTE: This pose can be practiced any number of time in a day even after meals. To see the pose of Sukhasana a URL is given below: http://www.google.co.in/search?q=Photo%20of%20Sukhasana&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&source=hp&channel=np
Planning on crossing over where footprints of night are ne'er seen... There fish are spawning in clear blue stream ~ Surrounded by verdant green; Nature begins speaking to me. An antiquated chine-wood bridge gracefully arches it back with sturdy braids makes a path ~ That I may cross to a place serene Where nightingales and crickets sing It's a place where I do my thinking Unafraid to shed my skin ~ by dusk as honey bear I may roam, by dawn take flight as an eagle I may be found soaring toward home. Upon opening mine eyes I come to realize the colors of the skies Yes, I've crossed that bridge before
Say Breathe...Then, Breathe.. Breathe the lovely air Breathe the air of love Breathe the love of people Breathe the people's kindness Breathe the kind hearts Breathe the heartful feelings Breathe the feelings of happiness Breathe the happiness of beauty Breathe the beauty of being alive Breathe the life that goes on Breathe and be glad you are alive The circle of life goes on and on So, Never stop breathing the beauty of life Breathe and your pain will go away Breathe and your stress won't stay Breathe and in you heart pray That you will always breathe the happiness of life
Once there was a mouse that envied the castle on the hill. It looked way more glorious than the hovel he lived in. Every day he dreamed of what life there could truly be. Dreams of wondrous food, plus beautiful rooms only his mind could see. Sights from the windows each day, would deeply stir his very soul. There would be glorious kingly meals, only a great chef could bestow. There would be a fancy, cozy bed in a room with beauty all around. But venturing up the hill… that is not even remotely what he found. All the windows were too high with nothing near to climb upon. And clouds were always obscuring any view that might be found. The family was too old with no children to drop crumbs upon the ground. The furniture was ancient wood with nowhere comfy to hide from their hound. The spaces were damp and drafty wherein he found to make his bed. Nothing was anything like what he always dreamed it would be, in his head. So he finally scurried back to the cottage, that home he'd always deplored. Strange, the little cottage seemed to shine, and wasn't a hovel any more. While he'd been gone it seemed they had missed… giving him his nightly desire. And they had got together to build a little castle just for him, set by the fire. Then each night they had left a beloved, yummy piece of popcorn, solely for his lair. He had been a loved little pampered pet, nothing better could be found elsewhere. The moral to this story is dreams are only dreams that may not come true. No matter how green somewhere else seems, always give a warm comfy home it's due. Remember it's a home filled with loving hearts… and not other things… That will make it… The Perfect Fit for you. Bestiary: Type of Medieval poetry
As the sun rises I feel nothing but you next to me. I feel so peaceful and so free We've been acquaintances for quite sometime. My only desire was that you'd be mine. At this moment, the present I will always resent My feelings for love I do know where it went Somebody please tell me give me a hint I want to please you in every single way I enjoy being with you all during my day I adore and love you more than anything in this world I love you so, I'll do anything to keep you my girl One look, one touch is all it took At the moment I'm hooked Emotions from the depth of my heart did not surface Until I felt through your hug with that warm embrace You are my soul, and my life Baby, I wish you were my wife I see you understand my need, my desire, my plea And how I wished you would share it all with me Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. Jesus If you judge people, you have no time to love them Mother Teresa
L one(ly) days need not be gray O ffer yourself time away V isit the ocean blue I ntrigue yourself with a sunset hue N ature in her beauty can cure G iving the soul a lavation, to make pure T ake away the strain of stress filled days H eavenly beach, spend time in sun's rays E levate yourself to where Angels play L augh, twirl and spin A ct like a child again U rgency is pretend G rant yourself time with a friend H ave more than one week a year T o make your life happy to bear E nough relaxation and rest R epent your dying, tired being to zest O ften we ignore the signs F or when it is our time L isten to your body, your brain and heart I promise you will not regret this part F or there I have been, many a time E venings filled with loving the laughter of life - so fine.
It's just for me and only me Pleasure that sets me free My device for my personal time Happiness that is all mine I know what you're thinking about my toy Its only a camera but it gives me that much joy
I have lived, And felt the cost, Paid my dues, But I have lost_ You. Still I pray, As chaos looms, And as my blue turns into grey, I hear__ The angels sing- In tune. Don't be giving in, Don't give up my son, Or fade away, Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, With this new day!. I have lived, And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, I've paid my dues, I - Have lost you. I can hear the angels sing, Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, As the grey seeks out the blue, She will__ Your daughter my son--- She will return--- To You. For I have lived, Felt the cost of all my walkin days, I've paid my dues, I- Lost you.... I wont be giving in, Won't give up my girl, Or fade away, I'll lift my chin with the sun--- And RISE-- With this new day...
You know there is a GOD, he is beside you everyday, Sometimes you don't believe but it's up to him to show the way. Sometimes some days are good, and sometimes they are bad, but with his guiding light,you won't have to be so sad. You are what you are,and make yourself who you will be, Put GOD into your life and things will be better just wait and see. GOD is our creator,and helps make your life good, but if you don't believe, someday you'll wish you should. COLLEEN MARIE BONO
A small romantic rain poem dedicated to hubby. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare "Ohhhh Rain..Shower again!!!!! " Showering in the rain, Draining the pain! Enflueraging the essence of arenicolous sand, Feeling blessed porting on this beautiful greenary land! Trees were roaming under fiercing winds, Thanks nature for benevolently so kind! Sip of sizzling coffee With Caramalized sugar, Cheers hubby to accompany me my gelling agar! Wanna capture this Driplets of aromatic water nearby lake, So that I can make an icy snowflake! That's amazing, "but ohhhh God, I wish my honey is here". Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare