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EDGE WALKER Waking up to the depth beyond such things everyday One day I choose to walk and become Queen of Mandalay In the depth of my ocean mind I Find my soul diving and trying to unwind Peer pressure can not handle all the empty space Avoiding the worlds relativistic mass by the human race Over using the power giving to me Sleeping at times disappointed by humanity I walk in darkness to help you reach the light I twist the darkness to give you a better sight Walking at the edge of all things with the ability to precept Using logic to compare and intercept the emotions we can not accept With the emotional picture of a fast heart beat Wiping out the brain waves with a mood in heat Giving enough flow to the power of intuition Exceeding the knowledge without the book of Revelation Receiving the pointless pain in a persons chest A wreck who ignores the emotions to digest A mood string of self manipulation eating away at the mass of reality Some viewers are so unperceptive, a low self esteem of stupidity A curse a gift with ability to know everything, illusions of feeling it with an emphasis so useless you can not admit Trusting one day came with a price, alerting my ego on strong Using my energy to direct the purpose of the wrong Walking like a tool threw out the worlds philosophy A weapon of thought not meant for the mindless or monstrosity The hidden riddles of life are the ones before your eyes Grasping the concept with the attention of ending lies in our lives Proceeding the ethics of the center of ones endless layer accepting the birth of all responsibility, over the edge of a mind player I gave the thought with a natural twist of a moving spear Expanding the horizon of the hemisphere Edge walkers down and broken standing without Walking straight forward with the same God and Devil in doubt Simply looking through "rose colored glasses." Chaos from the ugliness of avoiding the large body masses Balancing out the change to allow the flow follow logical emotions, that destroys a mind blow. causing the opposite to any action effect the law of any equal reaction expect to accept the unexpected, a dull way of life connect the keeper of the masters weapon knife with religion comes weakness of not standing tall with the strong perception of life even one can fall Standing without the generations of a crawler living as a shadow he or she who believes the edge walker by;p.d. ~June/6/10
I have a special story I wish to share About a seamstress beautiful and fair She would fade away turning into smoke Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke The spiraling smoke would then re-form I know only an angels face could be so warm Before her a beautiful quilt was spread Upon it the story of my life was said As she once again started to dissipate She said, "Mike this quilt records your fate" As the smoke traveled over to a new place And then formed together creating her face Looking over her shoulder back at me She said, "This area will hold what has yet to be" Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo Simply because, my life's quilt was quilted true I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze She was so beautiful in so many different ways The last part of the quilt way over to the right Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble I noticed she was wearing my grandmother's thimble From a young maiden so beautiful to see My grandmother appeared right in front of me I guess up in heaven we return to our youth My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay The shame of knowing I had turned out that way I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame My grandmother didn't deserve an eternity of pain She said, "Michael be still with the pain in your heart, Your story encourages others to make a new start." "The deeper the wrong the stronger the right I always knew my boy would take up the fight" With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea She said, "I love the man my boy has grown up to be" As she turned to the quilt and started to sew She said, "Michael, its now time for you to go." "Believe in your story believe in your truth For Salvation is the true fountain of youth" One night in a dream, which I'll hold forever divine I learned; my Grandmother is now," The Seamstress of Time" When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I never thought about how amazing her art truly was. From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day.
The Luckiest Man I have found that not everyone is as strong As the skies are wide and the days are long But in life I have found there is this one Whose bounty makes me feel as warm as the sun And from the moment that she first caught my eye I knew I'd be with her til' the day that I die That I would love and cherish her all the day through And do all those little things we men are supposed to do And spend my days lost in utter bliss That I had this beautiful woman to kiss And there's one true fact 'bout her being my girl That makes me the luckiest man in the world
Mothers are love you can never replace, from the day you were born they have that embrace. Mothers are someone you can always turn to, when ever you are in trouble and don't know what to do. Mothers are our healers all the times that we are ill, it is just how Mother's are,always have and always will. Mothers are guardian angels who guide us through life, they are gifts to our Father's to be a loving wife. Mothers are special and are made just for you, always beside you when you need help to get through. Mothers are people who will always be around, she may not be your blood,but a Mother is common ground. MOTHERS ARE PRECIOUS PEOPLE Dedicated to PD:) Colleen Marie Bono July 1, 2013
There are times we are left to cope With situations that drain our hope Leaving us full of despair At how some people just don't care About the evil that they do To good people like all of you We are left to somehow face That in mankind there is disgrace And those of us left alive Must find away to survive As you pick up the pieces of your life Without your mother, father, husband or wife And some of you God forbid Without the love of your kids We must band together with a brotherhood Show that in this world there is some good Because we are together in this deal We try to help each other heal We seek in each other good advice And offer each other sacrifice We hold each other in prayer and song As we continue to re-build the wrong Because what else in the world can we do Except let the light of good shine through The evil darkness and despair Of a catastrophic lack of care We want you to know you are not alone Think of America as a giant cone And all of us are funneling through Our prayers and hopes to all of you Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest
Inside pub steins stout magic spoke 'neath genie wisps of bangle smoke Brown cone cigars, deep chubby pipes Aromatic spills to breach the night. Music calls to muted songs Rough knuckles echo Bodhrán drums. Flute, melodeon, bouzouki*, mandolin Penny whistles, uilleann pipes, one feisty violin. Pied piper rhythms, pied piper beats Bold Celtic persuasions to move proud legs and feet. To Daver and friendship, thank you! * Bouzouki...A stringed instrument that could stand up to the volume and intensity of fiddles, flutes, accordions, and pipes. *uilleann pipes...Irish bagpipes...melodeon. an Irish accordian
Oh imperceptible storm looming mighty as we walk, secure is its claim as volatile manipulator. The sun hides behind the insensitive violation, the rugged moor top grows shapeless within the greyish shroud. The day gives way to manifestation, illusions cast as folk stagger habitually along life's broadway. My mother clasps a tiny hand, just happens to be mine, the sun fights back peeps through the cloud, a shaft of light appears. "One day you and I" she says "Will travel upon that light, sent down every day for us, this the stairway to heaven." So many questions come to mind after these pensive years, the day I buried my mother, a shaft of light appears! 2nd February 2013 for Seren Roberts contest
. ~ BYE ~ Its time to say bye! I have no reason why? This site was fun from day to day. Poetry came in a fun way of play. Goodbye to all my friends. Don't worry this won't be the end. Maybe later I will be back. With a better nit knack. I never believed in writers block. But I've been accused of hanging out with this flock. Now I know writers block is true. I will miss every single one of you. Later I will explain things in my blog. How the soup is an addicting hog. Who knows how long it will take p.d. to post again. I will always come back and read all my favorite poet friends. To all my commenter's or he & she that placed me as a favorite poet. WOW! To all my comments and you know it. Even the poets I never got the chance to know. Thank you all for making my poetry grow. Right now it's time to say bye! Every now and than I will say Hi! Everyone sooner or later has to rock & roll. This is my cue to go! Always BY; P.D.
~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ When it comes to a friendly hi! One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny! Our Sweetheart Linda Marie No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree Always stopping by to say hi, no matter, rain/sleet or snow Her contest Zany Zoo, one of the soups best show A woman who never judged me from the start Linda Marie, thank you for being such a sweetheart Sharing her delightful poems, a double doze for me Oh Me- Oh My- That woman can write so much poetry! I am sure she is loved by the poetry soup staff LOL! How this blonde bombshell made us laugh Remember, when she took her laptop to a sandy Island She smiled, and shared, how the laptop was damaged with so much sand Hanging out with Linda, it's like singing "Kumbaya my Lord"-- I felt her holding my hand How sweet of Linda, when she invited us to meet her new Husband? Linda Marie is loved by her very own BBF team Letting us know, life has been more than a dream Her heart so big, she worried when her BFF's weren't around Leaving notes, making sure we have not hit a poet break down She keeps us in her heart when we are not logged in Her beautiful and clever/witty poem will forever remain Most of her poetry made me smile Linda Marie's poetry had so much Style! We prayed for you when we heard about your son Thank you for sharing your faith in God. -Linda You're #1 A poet I highly recommend Linda Marie my poetry soup best friend Dedicated to: ~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012 ~I"M gonna miss you, 2013 Happy birthday to you :-( Don't leave, 2013 NEW NOTE: (STILL MISSING YOU) Love always, YOUR BFF -- 2014 Sending my Heart, To one of the soups Leading Ladies RIP. Linda-Marie Bariana You are forever loved
She has eyes that have seen all the sky a smile that is both knowing and shy Her brow is humble and also proud Expressions as soft as a shifting cloud. She is tall and frail like a river reed Up until now the forest has been her creed And words that once flowed like a river stream Now she must search for what they mean Where once the forest taught her each simple rule Now she is thrust to study in a Western school So her body conveys her intentions devout She stays rooted despite her desire for flight She absorbs new knowledge like sunlight itself All her tears are like rain on this hard gained wealth This shy forest spirit has blossomed and grown In quiet moments we know where her thoughts have flown This is my friend's daughter they adopted from Thailand at age 11. In one year she was speaking fluent English. She received-american-veterans jrotc-cadet--outstanding-cadet-award/ last year. Only one cadet per detachment receives the award annually. She is also a girl guide and on the Volley Ball Team. I taught her papercrafts and she makes all her own beautiful greeting cards. She is a true example of a girl rising. She misses her sister in Thailand who was kept by the family and often thinks of them all and is torn between the two worlds but understands she has more opportunity here.
All the little bunnies were lined up for a race. Why, you may ask? Because the dear old Leader Bunny was stepping down with grace. He had led the others for years without disgrace, in all pursuits. He was their advisor, friend, and confidant... solver of disputes. Such a lofty position was dearly sought by all…from all around. But he could pick only one to wear that lofty, wonderful crown. So a race was determined to quickly resolve, the question therein. And a lovely little laurel crown was offered, to the one who did win. Now many strategies to win emerged from within the race. The most common was the notion to set the fastest pace… A few would use tricks that might hurt, in order to slow others down. A few were mean, for they wanted the power that comes with the crown. Two were clever and would catapult each other at the very end. A few just practiced running to gain the added stamina needed to win. Only one little rabbit found shoes for the poor, for it was a rocky trail. And when the race began he helped those hurt in the prevail. Now the dear old leader had never actually worn a laurel crown. His had been symbolic; his works had brought him his renown. When the Leader Bunny gave the laurel crown to he who won the race… Only a few were surprised, when the little helper won the Leader's grace… Though some would go on to complain because he had come in last… It truly takes someone who knows how to serve, to lead and guide the rest. But my moral to this story is that…. Regardless what some may think… It takes compassion to correctly lead…and sometimes the last can be the best…
< Cascading lakes and streams The loon stands out it seems Minnesota's state bird I know it must sound absurd Adopted in nineteen sixty one Wails and yodels heard under the sun Black and white bearing red eyes Wingspans five feet can make one cry Body lengths up to three feet Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat They are high speed flyers And great underwater divers They can dive up to ninety feet In pursuit of fish they want to eat They are even on our license plates An critical habitat drawn on metal slates Twelve thousand of these unique birds God that has to be a lot of turds But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues Written By Katherine Stella Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
Mabuhay, Andrea :D!!! Such a happy day, guess who's tapping the knocker? It's lovely Andrea, that's who! My Soup doppelganger! Why don't you come inside, oh I just love your eyes! I got truffles, tiramisu and I cooked you a surprise Better yet, let's stay outside, I just know you love the sun Let's talk poems, and food then throw in meter for fun! Here's my surprise,coconut and clam soup, my mom's specialty What day won't be complete without soup? Just me being goofy :p Food, friendship, laughter and one of the Soup's best as my company, I hope this won't just be wishful thinking, but a happy reality! *** Mabuhay is a typical Filipino greeting, wishing the recipient "Long Life" and it is also generally used as "Welcome!" -- sure would love this day to come true though ;) 04062011 --nikko :) for Michael's "First Words Over Coffee" contest :D
Eve So much for Adam talking to the Lord. A conversation I am sure was bored . Asking God for a women for him to receive. Little did Adam know his EVE will be so easy to deceive. "Take a night cap" replied God. By morning she will own your Hot Rod. Adam waking up in such nagging pain. Along came Eve with much to gain. From Adam's rib Eve was formed. Nothing is impossible for God to transform. "Eve my dear I will follow you in everything you beliEve." "My love for you is sever, thanks for last nights relieve." Bare naked striped from lies, God gave Adam and Eve his bless. Walking around in nude allowing them to fell shameless. "When I was hungry Eve's duty was to feed me." "How could I say no to the apple against her naked body." Forgetting about the good and evil. Eve believed the male, we call the Devil. "Oh my God Eve what have you done!" "I am scared like a coward lets run!" "Eve how could you believe another man?" "Was his slither easier to understand." Eve replied,"The snake promised me everything." "I didn't know he was pulling my string." "The snake said there is an A in the apple for me to weave. "With a vision Adam one day you will leave." "He said Adam is sometimes the I in Eve." "He will also betray you with his own deceive." "He said sometimes you will accept me when I conceive." "Adam it was to much for me to perceive!" "His tongue mentioned you will cost me to much grieve." "Believe me he said I will be the only one in achIeve." Adam says "Eve lets just hide from the Lord." Eve tells Adam "To late we already pulled the cord." "Do not worry I will bare it all." "You will not be there when I call." "The snake let me see with his crystal ball." "I will break when you let me fall." "Somehow you will always make me cry." "You will drain me, and hang me out to dry." "Still I will walk with my head up high." "Knowingly it is my fault for being mislead, this I do not deny." "For all the things you will ever do to me." "I will marry you and cause you so much hell you see." "I will take advantage of all material things." "Make you buy me the most expensive rings." "You followed me into our first sin." "Men are weak when it comes to us women.' "Yes I will find you in them Gentleman Club." "Even than you will be a poor little lost wolf cub." "I am Eve and I doomed us all once." "I am here to offer my condolence." "I gave up our happiness and paradise." "Listening to the snake, on how big it is in size." 4 Daniel Cwiak=Adam
She wades along a bustling Texan street, A line of roses drifts on like a fleet While unicorns climb in her head; Galloping with dreams, refreshed By softened mist, that eases eyes To ride the carousel of skies. She breathes a thrilled wish on Lone Star As gems pour, showered by centaurs On nightfall when breeze wisps her hair, Ringing out tunes with precious care. Pure magic of horns romp with beats, Till natal cheers make her complete! P.D. POEMS CONTEST by nette onclaud *dedicated to PD..reach for the moon, happy birthday!
The day I came around the Soup Texan cutie made me take giant loop Her way of writing sometimes makes me laugh Have to adore her like some of us worships the Golden Calf Call herself pd Guess that is the way it is supposed to be Now she has sponsored me with a PM Thought she was messin`with my brain,that lil`gem In this game I knew from day one Give from your heart,or you are gone I will get what I give,she has taught me Precious she is that lil`Texan Gold Nugget,called pd A.Ertsland 4th.February 2012 Dedicated to Irma,rocket princess and soup boiler pd. Love ya as much as a friend can do
Desert Wanderer with not a cup- I'll hold you tight and lift you up- I'll give you aid and lend my strength- And take you far, to a great length- To see your safety and a healthy smile- You are worth life, have no self- denial- I promised you in, a time now gone past- That my love forever, surely shall last- For you are my Desert Wanderer dreary- Take this sorrow and be your eyes so teary- I promise you now, and in the here after- You will find love, placed inside my laughter- We will stay one, toghether and all- Always shall I be waiting for your call- My Desert Wanderer with not a cup- Hold my hand, I will lift you up-
The days draw ever closer with my imminent need to leave With promises to keep and goals to achieve My ultimate desire is to disappear But mighty are the binds that keep me here And so I sat down to write a song About this place where I could belong Coz when I look close and beyond There isn't a thing that tickles my heart I wish upon a star thats too far Hoping for a yearn that makes me churn For this I will strive night and day To find this place, so I pray CONTEST
Give me vodka, give me rum I love the feeling of being numb Give me a glass of Hennessy I don't care, just give it all to me Everything is getting blurry Why am I so filled with fury? Alcohol all day and night The only thing that feels all right Can't live without a single sip I need the taste right on my lip I killed myself with a dreadful thought I'm the thing I cursed and fought Mirror told me all the truth I saw myself, I saw my youth I'm filled with sorrow, I'm driven mad I am just like my dreadful dad Can I stop it? I don't know Addiction throws me back and fro Alcohol is my fire of lust Burning me as if it must Killing my innards, destroying my mind All because life wasn't kind Trapping myself, now I want to break free Could somebody ever rescue me? I need to escape; escape this obsession The hardest thing is fighting addiction Stuck on a battlefield, this is a war I'm falling apart; revealing the scars Alcohol, deadly love, dark passion I'm crying, raging and battling addiction
SATURN - GOD'S FAVORITE This floating sovereign rules her black see * Like an Inquisition bishop - perfect : accepts no plea No argument no competition, Watching me watching her in adoration, Her cold unblinking eye Reigning the black and silent sky. Saturn, Goddess of bountiful harvests, of you alone Unreachable, O favorite of the Lord, in brilliant isolation, Of beauty pristine and colder than ice, Is it said * that God doesn't play dice, But His spinning gyroscope globe He enjoys : God's spinning top - the best of toys. O bisque queen, gem with halo rings, Like a dove with wide-spread wings, Hover like the Holy Spirit, float on the inky blackness, Send me a message to fill my darkness. Long in the ether your far-light lingers on high Before it is allowed to reach my eye; O Majesty remote cold and beautiful, Send me the vision of heavenly beauty bountiful. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . .. Notes Beauty turns me on. Anyone who has seen the planet Saturn even in a small telescope cannot fail to be awed by the beauty of the planet. * A "see" is the territory ruled by a bishop * The saying "God does not play dice" is accredited to Albert Einstein, when explaining the workings of the universe. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
As I read the words my heart started to sing For you had gave emotion to a non living thing I can't ever remember feeling quite that way I could hear the music that she used to play I could feel her heart through the tears I cried As I read the part where her Maestro had died I imagined her there in her Rosewood Bed Reading the most beautiful poem I've read Velvet to her back with her bow at her side Remembering the joy before Maestro died She loved how his bow manipulated her strings Together they were the most beautiful of things What's the only poem to ever hang in my den? Elaine's beautiful masterpiece titled, "Violin" Inspired by Tracy's wonderful idea for a contest and Elaine's beautiful Poem.
No, no, you got it all wrong This is my N song I love using the N word in everything I do, I am NO, I am not Sam, I am I love the N word, when told to google thing I don't like the N word during the middle of a fling Many times I use the N word, when asked if I took the batteries NO, I did no such thing, you crybaby I use the N word, when my girl needs sUm cash I'm not falling for that dash A simple No, to all money grubbers, beggars I'm not a "YES" man I'm a "NO" man On occasions, I love using the F word even more DX
Sailing on a ship of dreams, through a deep and starlit night The wind softly hums a lullaby, as the sails catch the pale moonlight Indigo waters fade to lighter hues, when we reach the Morpheus shore Where the anchor is tossed by a somnolent crew, in the place we are to moor. The ship settles down in a harbor, cradled between two arms of land As though lulled to sleep within this embrace, the keel leans upon the sand The tall mast reaches up to the heavens, to nestle amidst the clouds While waves gently rock the quiet deck, with each dip of its massive bow. Troupes of fish dance past the stern, silver scales casting prisms of light While birds on the shore flutter exotic fans, with no thought of taking flight Time halts to stand on its tiptoes, strained in balance it tilts and shifts Then the stars wearily blink their eyes closed, and the tide sets the ship adrift. The anchor is heaved and hoisted, each link draws a series of sighs While the captain stands quietly before the helm, gazing at the brightening sky His eyes crinkle up at the corners, emulating the soft rays of the sun As Awaken brushes the horizon, with strokes of topaz, sapphire, and plum. A yawn of breath unfurls the sails, with snoring puffs they billow As tangy brine streams down my face, drops dew beads on my pillow Floating thoughts of an uncharted course, bound on the seas of night Sink as the waltz to the seagull's song, bows into the morning light. Dedicated to Evans Mckeil, who gave poetry the voice to sing, and the feet to dance.
My favorite actor I can easily say would have to be Johnny Depp, When he has a new movie coming out, it puts a spring in my step; My husband thinks that he's insane, but that adds to his allure, Has there ever been another actor that can play in rolls so obscure; Take Edward Scissorhands for example, who else could pull that off, There's not another actor that could, but still my husband scoffs; So versatile in playing roles from Cry-Baby to Sleepy Hollow, And I'll admit while watching scenes in Chocolat, I found it hard to swallow; I have yet to see another actor who could match Depp in his whit, Although Alice in Wonderland kind of freaked me out a bit; The Pirates of the Caribbean movies all had me on my toes, But Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was a little weird, I suppose; That having been said, he's brilliant, No other can compare, And when I see his picture posted, I can't help but stop and stare! ~For Amy Green's Choose One, Have Fun Contest~ -My Subject is Johnny Depp-
Writing is my challenge each day But it's not the words or what to say. It is the connection with other writers here Because I feel I'm not worthy or equal I fear. The talent expressed by so many others Often makes me want to hide under the covers. The gems that are written and ones that I read Are so inspired, personal, and give me a need. That's why I come here every time To see what others have put in their rhyme. Carolyn always has a message for me to ponder And others write things that make me wonder. I often race to the "New Poems" just to see If by some chance there's one by which P.D has destroyed me. And Carol, Bob, Nick, Emily, Wilma, and "the Sweetheart" Write things that sometimes I just can't pull apart. The Doc has written so many things I am amazed sometimes at the thoughts he brings. Others are here who write so well Their words do me so oft compel. For like unto them I want to be Writing words that have meaning for others to see. Will they be worthy I say when I'm done Or will they be read by others, as I've intentioned. You know I feel so many emotions just now Because of all these writers, I just don't know how. For they are a driving force for me And part of my challenge each day is to make them see. That because of them I have to write Sometimes into the wee hours of the night. To pick a favorite writer is...well a difficult choice So I pick them all, because they shout with one voice. "Write, you fool, then write some more" Words I hear and cannot ignore. So I choose them all...all here in this group The ones who have made me hungry for Soup. There, I've said it...and you know that's not in haste The Soupers that are here are the best of all to taste.
A woman's scream was the only sound, and so I rightfully put on my crown. Like a dream, P.D. lasted 11 rounds, but has finally been knocked down..... Sidney you fought a good fight, but the crown has always belonged to me! You're a poetic parasite, and have no business calling your write's poetry!! I have a slithering tongue, sending poetic orgasms throughout your mind. My words will have you sprung, giving you back spasms as I make love to you from behind! My word-play is sicker than bird flu, having you beg for a shot of antidote. I'm branded on your heart like a tattoo, pouring poetic anthrax down your throat! You had your chance at romance, but had a fear for my love's atmosphere. I gave you love in advance, but thanks a lot, you wanted no Lancelot, So bleep you Guinevere! A sick fate, you chose Nate over a poetic heavyweight, so I'll be seeing you later. Checkmate, your poetry I've come to annihilate, destroying you like a terminator! So as I raise the title high above my head for all Poetry Soup to see; A poetic bloodshed it will be, if another poet wants to slam with me!!! *My fellow poets, i hope you enjoyed this fun write. I love you guys at the soup, but it's time you guys recognized the slam champ;) "The Poetic Warlock"
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.
Fear not the violent storm I am comfort safe and warm Treasure all you hold so dear Taste the memory of a falling tear Never forget things of the past Let their wind fill your mask Hold your course steady and true Be the person I see in you Through out your journey never fear Know in your heart that I am near Never more than a whisper away I'll always hear what you pray I am the beacon, "The beacon of light" Guiding you through this stormy night I realize you are tired and sore Come maroon your ship up on my shore And after this storm has had its way Tomorrow will be a much nicer day A day for you to sit and write Of the comfort found in a, "beacon of light"
So many trials seem to be filled up with so much fear So many ask, "Oh Dear Lord, what am I doing here"? So many questions that I have come to know If we just plant a seed, with water it will grow I have a natural green thumb that now is wasting away Along with a mind that does love to go out and play Times I still ask, "How did this all came to be" What was it that my wife was able to see in me? She says that my heart was the most beautiful around It still blows me away, for I clearly remember the sound Her voice was so soft, her tone was so sweet I was nothing less than pure evil upon two feet Had been years since anything had took me by surprise Ice cold is what the rest of the world had seen in my eyes I looked at her smiled and laughed in my cold convict way She smiled and said, "Why you want to be mean anyway" I told her, "I reckon we are all born to just what we are" She said, "So why are you a dope cook instead of a star" That question stopped me right there dead in my tracks I thought, "This girl is a looker but God she is whacked" Last night her and I sat out underneath the moon Two very blessed souls swinging in our sliver spoon Just a little swing we built together out in our back yard Place to just sit back and rest after a day long and hard I once again ask her, how in the world could you ever know? "My Grandmother was preacher, I could see her in you soul" Which led me to speak out my truth for I learned to not lie "My grandmother was also in yours, answering the entire "Why" Grandmothers we respected and held above all others Brought each of us together in the land born of lovers Two Grandmother Spirits full of pure heavenly delight Led their grandchildren into the valley born of the light Now here we sit holding each other, each other high above Because we share in the blessing of our Grandmothers love ---------------------------------------------------------------- Toni and I had lost our Grandmothers before we had ever met though I knew of hers because she was a very powerful lady and a down home speak in tongues Pentecostal Preacher that had great respect up in these parts. After all these years we confided in each other that we could see our grandmothers in each others eyes. Thank you and God Bless, MJ
Why; Hello Colin good morning mate Son, there is no accent in hands of fate Throw out the tea and chug the beer Then I bet you find a keg in ere Everything is a riddle once it is spoke The tag is from you to me and then some other folk But who should I choose, I'm here to say So many beautiful feathers float by my way Once while I was taking a path from here to there When I noticed beauty beyond compare She made me smile and she made me think Looking at her was like taking a drink She made me feel good and forget all the rest I reckon that is a true poets test The only thing I really did know What a wonderful beautiful soul My only complaint of her poetry was the last line For I was hoping to have just a little more time Talk of someone who needs no adorning She plays a huge role in the global warming For she has a beauty that could melt Glacier Ice I guess everything wants to see beauty so beautifully nice So who is the beautiful Angel that I'm speaking of? Tag Christie Moses your it my love ------------------------------------------------------ Colin if I failed I apologize my head feels like it is in a vice this morning but I wanted to respond. I will keep this poem and then on a better day I will write a reply to you also. I feel better guys & gals 0r guy gals & gal guys - One just never knows anymore. At any rate God Bless you all, mj
After reading your comment to Sharon so true I decided oh yes, I must tag Phyllis to "Tag game" is about people sharing their heart It would sure be special if you shared your part It seems sometimes we just run out of time Remember when a phone call cost a dime So did a bottle of soda as a matter of fact Remember the machines when they slid on a track Well hopefully not because these words are true Remembering those things means you've seen life to So many changes between those times and now Now days they have lasers that operate the plow With me it all changed way faster than most Years in day is the story of a convict ghost But that is the past and praise God I am free Exercising my right to tag Phyllis you see Every game should have a Mentor Raul is his name He was tagging us all without knowing of the game I'm tagging Phyllis and giving honor to Raul For without a doubt he is a model for us all ------------------------------------------------------ You know a while back the "Tag" game was a part of our site. This was a very special part of our site and Raul with his unselfishness writing Poem's to members on our site reminded me of this and to be honest I tried hard to ignore the impulse. So in Honor of "Our Mentor" lets bring that special part of our Soup Back, spend our time writing of love instead of some knack.
You think you're nothing, but you're wrong Moments of weakness make you strong Walking the streets every day Somehow you have lost your way This world can be cruel, it's true You've make it a hurting place for you Wandering around, so out of place A life of humiliation and disgrace Addiction causes so much pain Yet, you do it over and over again Into yourself, that's where you hide Shoot the needle, good-by pride Can't you hear your soul cry It's begging you, to please try Give yourself a chance to live The ignorance, you must forgive Reach out and take my hand Don't you know that, I understand
~ SLAP the POET ~ First, you come to splat my baby SKAT! Now I'm gonna give you a slap like this and that. You call yourself, Doc the Poet & Notorious FLIRT. OUCH! Doc, being you must really hurt. Thank you for waking me from my cat nap. Now it's time to bend you over my lap. I will spank you like a kid for talking crap. Teaching you a lesson that will make you snap. I will slap my hand across your face. For posting your Acrostic disgrace. On my face was a smile that you post With a look you'll never know Doc, like a kid, you call them my towers. Claiming my twins carry certain powers. In a poem, Chris A. Once called them melons. While my Hubby climbs and calls them Mount. SAINT Helene's. Take some notes when you read this. Don't talk about another mans double "D's" pillow kiss. Don't make yourself out a poet fool. Keep your cool and clean off your drool. Don't end up like my Hubby who is lost in my abyss. It's not my wits that got your dumb a$$ caught in reminisce. ~ SKAT ~ (Dedication) (Dakarai Cobbs)
A Prayer for my Wife Now I'll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin' a tear Last night when it got late and really quiet around here I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray And in the darkness between me and God, here's what I had to say I love her so much Lord and I just don't know what I'd do I'm afraid that she won't make it, that's why I'm coming to you Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees I'm begging' you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas I don't know what your plans are or what you have in store And I know I don't deserve her and that she deserves much more And don't misunderstand Lord, I don't assume any obligation For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life And I swear I'll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife And if it's not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead Cause' I can't live without my love, I'd be better off dead And no excuses for my past Lord, but I'll do better than I've done I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son. I wiped my tears as I said my amen's and prepared myself to stand Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in Reliving each and every moment, over and over again And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin' I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God's living grace And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
I wish I had just one more day, to say the things I wish to say. To walk along behind your wheelchair; How you could out run me just wasn't fair. Have our morning coffee; sit and chat, once again call you an old senile bat. Millie, I always admired your will to fight. Talking with you made everything all right. Funny how nature's rules centrist and bend; Millie you were much more than my friend. You were the mother I so long ago lost, you taught me how to face and pay life's cost. You were always there to lend me an ear; offer advice, which I shall hold forever dear. I will miss your voice; raspy from the smokes, you were one of a kind who loved to tell jokes. We found my family and we found your son; two wonderful things, which we got done. Millie you may have passed but this is no lie, up inside of my heart you could never die. The message behind all of these tears I cry; I will see you later, I will never say goodbye.
April seven is joined together in two special ways My wife and Carol Brown were each born that day In so many ways, they remind me of each other For each one has the heart and soul of a mother Like a great big clown riding a little bitty bike Antoinette and Carol are the type we naturally like Two separate women who hold pieces of my heart Although, each one holds a completely different part Antoinette was able to see what no one had seen Inside of this nightmare lived a very beautiful dream Carol's beautiful heart was able to help me to see Poetry Soup was exactly the place I needed to be Two very different women with two similar souls Played significant roles in my reaching my goals One helped me piece together my shattered heart The other helped me keep it from falling back apart I think I'm truly about as lucky as any man can be There are so many different people care about me Carol is just one of many I love here on the soup I'm lucky to have landed in such a beautiful group Carol, never doubt the truth in these words I say This is the highest complement I could ever pay To be written alongside a poem with my wife Means "I Love & Respect" every drop of your life You're the very first to have landed in this spot Old friend I reckon that means I love you a lot April seventh I'll proudly find my knee's and pray You'll have a wonderfully blessed special birthday i wanted to write Carol a Happy Birthday poem but I wanted to give it special meaning. Anyone who knows how much I love, admire, and adore my wife; knows that for me to place someone in a poem alongside her, is the highest complement I could ever make. Carol thank you for the love, friendship, support and prayers you have given me over the years. I'm very honored to be your friend.
Nature's Single Dad's THE LEAFY SEA DRAGON Gracefully swaying without need for speed Are creatures of beauty, disguised as seaweed. Up to twelve inches long from tail to snout These delicate creatures just drift about. They carry, as they move like galleons in sail, Silk-like appendages, leafy and pale On back spines, projecting as masts on a ship Sailing the oceans, they rise and they dip, To the rhythm of moon tides; full or neap, They travel the seas; these Dragons of the Deep. Through weed-covered reefs and meadows of sea grass There's neither a neigh nor a moo as they pass. They resemble sea horses in flowing silk gowns Drifting on rhythms, dancing up and then down. They slow dance through the water just moving around No fire, no flames from these dragons; not a sound. The mother will lay two hundred eggs on Dad's patch Of soft sponge, where safely they'll hatch. The sun flashes golden as she drifts on by, While in the shadow on his tail, his offspring lie. This single Dad of the deep tends a new generation, Of Leafy Sea Dragon eggs; a fascinating creation. Less than one inch when first hatched from the eggs As newly formed babies; ready for life without legs. They drift as if they feed, gaining the silky covered bone To a length of twelve inches by the time they're full grown. The cycles of the moon dictate the rhythms and motion Of this Leafy Sea Dragon in the great Southern Ocean. The Leafy Sea Dragon is just one of Natures' Single Dads worthy of a mention for the survival of the species.
There is an old fellow I know, Who just turned 96 years old. His health is not bad in the usual sense, But with his everyday memories he does fence. Oh, he can remember specific things, But day to day, he has questionings. It is difficult for those around him you see, To put into perspective this reality. They love him as a father, brother, and friend, But against his barrage of questions is hard to defend. He doesn't know how it hurts them so, To see him wandering to and fro. Yet, there is One who watches all, And one day He will come to call. For another chair will open for Jim, There's a seat there reserved just for him. And another card player will join the crowd, That plays card games all day and laughs aloud. I can only hope that for me will be there, Some day, an open place with another chair. Because the Lord deals all the cards, For us on earth, that is what's hard. We know not when He will our pinochle deal, But when He calls the trump, our life has been sealed. As things go here, we can only play our best, And when our time comes, trust Him to do the rest.
It is said where the rainbow ends There`s a treasure chest filled with gold .. What magnificent view .. Here from the top of this colorful bow .. Sliding down from the rainbow I found the treasure chest was filled with Poetry Soup .. The world stood still, until I realized this is the game A treasure worth more than gold and diamonds .. Unique poets sharing their heart and soul Outstanding and original poetic pens, filled with golden ink We rant and we vent, love and laugh Still its in the spirit of letting in and letting go.. The impressions that stays like superglue While other times it goes in one ear and out the other Choice is ours, pick and choose Still its in the spirit of letting go, letting in .. A.Ertsland September 19th 2012 " Thank you for the sun,the one that shines on everyone who feels love" N.Gallagher
I can't take my eyes off of you It doesn't matter what you do You have a great hold on me Making me the best I can be I can't take my eyes off of you You are in me whatever I do My love has such a strong flow Cupid has hit me with his arrow I can't take my eyes off of you In all that I am and all that I do You are the one to keep me up Your power overflows my cup I can't take my eyes off of you In all the things I say and do I think about it and it is true Now what am I supposed to do Apr.27/14
Homage to Bon Jovi I'm going out in a "Blaze of Glory" So "Bang A Drum" as I tell my story With "One Light Burning" "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" "Chained" to the "Right Side of Wrong" in my head. "Shot Through The Heart", "You Really Got Me Now"... Your "Bad Medicine" destroyed me—somehow. "Dead Or Alive" don't "Lay Your Hands On Me"! "The Boys Are Back In Town"--I'm not lonely! "Dying Ain't Much of A Living"…you're right Too late found "Good Guys Don't Always Wear White"! So, "Billy Get Your Guns" and "Raise Your Hands"… There's "Justice In The Barrel" of time's sands. "I'll Be There For You" and your "Cold Hard Heart". "You Give Love A Bad Name"--Feel "Lucky"? Start! deborah burch 07/12/2012 Titles in quotes are songs by Jon Bon Jovi
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
Living day in Living day out Working as hard as I can To get money to pay the bills Searching for food for the family Trying to get through the day As best as I can All it matters Is to get some money To be able to not to think How am I supposed to support? My kids, my husband, and I It all hits me like rain pounding the roof Is this how life is supposed to be? Going down hills Going up hills Having great times And some bad times You think your life should be easy It is not supposed to be Life is difficult for a reason *MAKE LIFE WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE. LIVE EACH DAY, THE BEST WAY YOU CAN, LIFE GOES ON UNTIL YOUDIE. BE HAPPY BECAUSE YOU CAN DIE ANY MINUTE NOW. SO LIVE IT UP!!!
Here I am sitting on my little throne. Someone help, I'm not used to wiping my own! *For a couple of lines contest and dedicated to the entitled.
If I picked my Valentine she'd be a perfect 10. She'd have blonde hair with highlites and answer where and when. She'd be a little shorter, yet tall enough to kiss. Her reach a little longer to torture us in bliss. Her shape would be the bomb. As sexy as they come. With hair up for the moment I'd meet her at the prom. She'd talk a little faster with words I'd say are smart. Yet keep me to attention in hugs up to my heart. A smile just like a lion. Her face a source of pride. One to show my mother. And then to make my bride. My Valentine was perfect as I lost her way back then. How was I to know that she would find her perfect 10.
Hunted tirelessly.. From bastion to bastion, driven like a wild animal Your earthly freedom never found.. The senseless lack of love ruled your parent`s home You paid your price.. Now you rest with our heavenly Father,free from pain A.Ertsland May 16th 2012 Dedicated to 8 year old Kristoffer Kihle,abused and finally killed by his stepfather.
Who am I? Am I defined by what is near in sight? Am I defined by what I have done, Or am I defined by what I could become? Perhaps I'm of no use. To him, or her, or I, nor you. Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined, And it is something like understanding that comes in time. And if to the world I'm never shown, Yet in my own light I've grown and grown, And so I can know no happiness but my own-- The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown. I do not pray for the world to know my name. For it and verse; the letters are the same. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads, I pray his pain my words to keep. Should his eyes rain on my page, Better tears than storms of rage. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads. I pray his pain my words to keep. And if to the world you're never shown, Yet in your own light you've grown and grown, And so you know no happiness but your own. Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. Linda Marie is a very nice and special BBF. She gives us all her cheers and still has some left She offers support, even when she is mad or sad. She offers us hope, when things for us are bad She welcomes everyone she can from the start Giving you her warm smile like a true SWEETHEART Never does she show us the meaning of negative Writes about God and all the warmth he can give Now that she has a new life with her husband I prey for her happiness that comes with her wedding band Reading our poetry without blindness Leaving nice and sincere comments from her kindness She has a gorgeous and delightful spirit, like a beautiful swan Never forgets us when we are not logged on Just a fair warning about this bomb shell She really is nice but still a bat out of hell Wishing her the very best her comments simply are not like he rest Linda Marie you are such a dear Always in the center of our sphere Your charms connect when it comes to dots Your brightness exceeds over 100 watts To the one poetess who made me part of her bbf group Our...........Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of Poetry Soup -SKAT'S contest
Everybody has a talent the wise say, I have seen it proved day after day. The ways of the Universe are funny, As easy to understand as a hangover after a single martini! Just when you think you have learnt the lesson, A new twist hits you right from oblivion. My friend, he sings and strums the guitar, I tried to give him company, ended up making him a star. I handled the guitar, tried the rythm All I managed to do was to confuse him. He sang a bit, I croaked along, The applause was more for my walking off, than for his song. Nowadays I write my poems and have wise people read them, They review it and laugh their heads off their brainstem! I dare say my job is to spread a smile and a laugh, The intention is all there, the 'talent' is the missing half. I have become the inspiration for many... I have bagged the award for upcoming poetic tyranny. My talent is not for poetry, I have been told, That might be true, but I have chosen to be bold. The poetry should go on, so has the decision been... Shall we settle for two slices of laughter with a drop of wisdom in between? (My dear friends, thank you for all your comments and words of encouragement and i hope this poem supports the fact that next to love, humo(u)r is the most potent and powerful emotion worth pursuing. This is my tribute to you,my patient reader.)
Touching me deep in my core; strings vibrating,fingers sore. Long into the night I strive to figure out the jumping jive. Won't stop strumming till I find that tune implanted in my mind. The logical and lyrical combine into a miracle. Crescendo lifts into the sky; a band of angels standing by. Playing now with all my might this song is born into the night. I'm gratified with every note and every lilting word I wrote. I hope you will remember this; That music-making is my bliss! for "Limitless" contest sponsored by Paula Swanson
I wanted to enter the contest offered by P. D. As I can do couplets like 1 - 2 - 3. When looking at the list of Foxy things to write The Silver Fox Fur for P. D. came home to bite. She doesn't deserve one of reddish hue But Silver, yes indeed with, she could do. For the special poetry writes P. D. puts on Many a contest with them she has won. Words that flow like "Slam, Bang, Boom" Could only come from P. D.'s Foxy Room. When they are read and and read over by me Sometimes I see how Foxy she can be. That's the real art in the written form Doing something outside the established norm. Words so clever, cute, rewarding, and sly Make P. D.'s Foxy side show so apparently. That's why the color of fur cannot be red It wouldn't fit the gifted nature that fox can tread. So "A Silver Fox Fur for P. D." is one I would award To one of the Foxiest writers I am drawn toward! For P. D.'s Inner Animal Contest.
Trees are moss are grass are stones. Trees are spirit, nerves and bones. Trees are air, stars and sky. Trees are lungs, eyes and I.
I feel as though time is slipping away, And more is gone each passing day…
When I think of you dearest Catie, I feel a sister's love, A love that's true, unblemished, sent from God above. You have shown how much I mean to you, By the way you care and the things you do. No matter how difficult the task I face, You stand by me each challenge embrace. You have helped me when times were difficult, When my heart was under the enemy's assault. Across the miles our spirits blend and flourish, A smoothie of love and compassion to nourish. When I think of you, I know I am truly blessed, When it comes to friends, God sent me the very best. You inspire me to let God direct all my ways, to follow where he leads, each and every day. When I'm down and life has me feeling low, I know I've got a friend, somewhere to go. Your friendship always strengthens and cheers me, inspiring me to be the very best friend I can be. Joy ~ your lovingkindness is never amiss, in my heart I will always call you, 'Sis.' Written By Catie Lindsey and Joy Wellington
A broken promise, demoralized man who is incapable of being true, A thoughtless coward, oblivious clown, this is what I think of you, A woeful chicken, a runaway guy is how you're now portrayed, A selfish critter, a prideful morsel is the reputation you have made, When flesh spoils in a slaughter house the smell of you comes to mind, For your manipulation has made you completely colorblind, In your mothers soil you were the bad seed, As you grew up we realized you were just a weed, A fragmentation, with no revelation is who you really are, A scab that stopped healing, the beggar who keeps on stealing, now just another scar, A predicable cycle, a sick little mess, a hidden agenda that isn't well dressed, A miserable liar, disposable fool, too bad you weren't like an infertile mule, Just like a wolf, you would consume your own, For apparently humanity was something you were never shown, Just like wild animals that abandon their first litter, You fit right in, you unoriginal quitter. By: Sabina Nicole Written:9/29/11 Contest:Angry
There is a lot to be said about the spoken word, But sometimes it takes silence to be heard…
Dust never settles on my back Nor does rain on my nose As the demands of the day persevere The quietness of the night strengthens my soul Pain is a stimulus of sorts A constant reminder of my work still to be done Time has indeed served as a mirror of my mistakes Yet I persevere until the battle is won Visions of Heaven delight my heart The heat from Hell has changed my ways Neither mediocrity nor hate shall enter my house For the pursuit of wisdom marks the rest of my days As angels do not sing me praise Nor shall I hang crucified for my wrong My life shall stand as my judge My life and faith shall be my song
< Horses and snowflakes Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate Open carriage rides Falling flakes in the eyes City strewn lights Hoof's echoing through out the night Fleece blankets Cider drank it Horns blare People's stare New York's Central Park An home for many after dark Four miles of bridal paths Drawn coaches to bring you back So horses and snowflakes Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate Written By Katherine Stella My Theme Was Both Horses And Snowflakes This Is An Entry For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest G.L. All
A mother's holiday should be everyday, To show you the thanks I wish to repay. A million word poem could never consist, Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists. So Ill keep it short - a miniature report. To convey my gratitude for all your support. Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes. The bulletproof bond we share never dies. Countless memories we've made as a pair, Has given me more than I can compare Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear. You've molded my heart to love with no fear. Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep, Created a herd of infinite sheep. Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy. Much love from your son, your grown baby boy. - Yours Truly
Some dreams have no answers some dreams make no sense Some dreams last forever perched upon a Razor-wire fence Some dreams make us empty, other dreams make us whole I once rode the breath of a dream right straight into my soul Sometimes I search for answers to questions I have never thought I used to think every dream had a price and it could be bought I learned that dreams, which can be bought, are not dreams at all Just another way for some fool to bang his head against the wall I pray all throughout the day, in the circle I burn my sage Isn't everyday of our lives another beautifully written page This is the way I have come to believe, it is everything that I see Sometimes what is, is not what was, but it is as it should be Life is made for living and we must all choose our path The good, bad, happy or sad, it is up to us to do the math So what does this poem mean have I not written it so clear Dreams, schemes and old routines can drown our soul in tears So if we are unhappy about the lives that we have come to live Lets rely on a dream with Jesus Christ teaching us how to give When we are willing to give all we have, the Lord will make sure we will always have something to give. Be strong in who you are and what you believe because in the end you will pay the price of your actions. Let your Soul be where you seek your answers for Christ lives with-in each of us. Our mistakes prove we are human our salvation proves we are redeemed and our love is what proves we are saved. I love all of you more than i could ever say. I hope that Gerard Keogh Jr. reads this poem for i wish to dedicate it to him. What a wonderful gift his poem to many of us was.
Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby Twilighting glow of the sky.. Wanna fly so high.. Sparkling amidst the million stars.. chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.. As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain.. Your arrival in life diminished all my pains.. God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem.. Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.. At an astounding pace time flew.. But When i didn't see you..I feel like..Life is been dew.. Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me.. Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your's or whatever it will be.. Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly.. But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly.. As like snow crested the nestled mountains.. You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains.. Being With you, Life is euphorically elated.. Full of high spirit and delighted.. Thanks for being accompanying me my theist.. Your admirer with lots n lots of Love: Madhavi. Suyog.Pagare
Could a scythe cut a slice from a sycamore tree? If a bird had no feathers what bird would it be? If a square had three corners would it still be a square? Will your curls always swirl if you tug at your hair? My curls will always swirl For questions make them so You will question me 'why' when my answer is 'no'. If I answer you 'yes' You will question with 'how' If a tree could grow knowledge I'd reach for a bough.
Born on September 16, 1925 in Itta Ben, Mississippi His ambitions grew as fast as he could stand on his tippys Given the name Reily B. King better known as B.B. King Strumming his zealous hands and acing the blues on strings He made his first break performing "Sonny Boy" in 1948 To steady engagements and his quest for perfection was his fate Throughout his life B.B. received numerous awards of distinction B.B. Is acknowledged as an American icon and will be for generations B.B. continues to tour extensively each year "The Thrill Is Gone" rings notorious on the air Written about B.B. King for Raul's B.B. King contest
< Now hold on there Tex ! Let me get dressed ! Let me saddle up my horse To trollop around this Halloween course Got on my chaps My spurs and cowboy hat Replica's of forty five's Riding on my hips very high With lasso in my hand This little cowboy has a plan So all you ghost and goblins It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing And I'll be taking loot for mummy And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy Happy Halloween To All Especially little tikes who are so cute and small Entry For Skat's Halloween Costume Contest G.L. All
love has to be perfect in each and every way love cannot hesitate while eyes watch and wait love should be original spontaneous and surprise love should be truthful not tainted with lies love should be monogamous that means one on one love is full of sacrifices each one nobley done love should be forever and never not die love should show it's jealousy to it's loved ones eye's love is certianly the reason of why someone cries love should be a comfort always near by
Jack Ellison's a cutie pie, his words are yummy sweet Each time I read a lovely rhyme, I get a tasty treat Pie poems for my every mood, I just can't get enough Cherry, lemon, and berries too, all really scrumptious stuff Jack Ellison's a lovely friend, he sweetens up my life If he comes a visitin', I'll bake pies for him and wife I make lovely crumb apple pie, with ice cream it's divine I'd sure pamper Jester Jack and Cute Cathie up just fine So here I'll end my silly rhyme by saying this…no lie I love to eat his words all up, I love them MORE than pie! For Sheri Fresonke Harper's Plentitude of Pie Contest October 12, 2014
Of pink candy floss and cloudy white fluff Of magic wands and fairy tale stuff Of Pixie dust and her shiny shimmer Of rays of hope with golden glimmer Are all dreams made. Of bubbly bright days and starry nights Of a rainbow arc's appeasing sight Of firm belief to do the unheard, untold Of daring to rummage for the pot of gold Are all dreams made of. Of a pair of smiling lips and wishful eyes Of a happy heart wherein honesty lies Of the strong urge within to turn the tide Of the childlike glee to join the joy ride Are all dreams made of. Of beauty lying in eye of beholder Of faith in the happily-ever-after Of willingness to hold hands, take the plunge Of readiness, as destiny knocks, forward to lunge Are all dreams made of. Of strong desire and concrete grit Of stern character and some sharp wit Of ever glowing will and unwavering dedication Of fearless mind's victorious anticipation Are all dreams made of. 1/8/2012
Soldier boy, oh soldier boy Why don't you hide up those tears? Hold in your mind those nail- biting fears March till you drop, sing the marching song Even though, for home you heart it does long Don't cry no don't cry Always care to try Hold up your head For death cannot tread Oh soldier boy, oh soldier boy Why don't you hide up those tears For this night your safe, soften those fears Lay down so quiet and hum your wholesome song Hum how much for home your heart does long Don't cry no don't cry Always care to try Hold up your head For death cannot tread Now soldier boy, now soldier boy Could this be the morn when death does appear? And I know it will be hard to hide up that fear Don't let him in, it's just the funeral song Pretty soon now for home, your heart will not long You will not cry, oh do not cry For you always cared to try Soldier boy hold up that head For now you layed on eternities bed
You Inspire Me What inspires me? A song lyric-------a brave, determined person (Man or Woman) A gifted child An Innovator, innovators are individuals that are firsts to do something. That inspires me and by the way… O mother you inspire me (most of all)!
There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark. He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog. Behave said the frog, for you are no shark. I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk. The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk. He wouldn't be gainsaid on being a shark. As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont. Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want. Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark. But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn't want to disembark. So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back… And as he bit the snake's tail the frog hollered SHARK! Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off… Thinking it's better to be safe, than as some one else's dinner doffed. So some how, together they both became what they did want. Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond. The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want. Still, don't stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought… For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk… Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.
There was a ballplayer named "Ron", I would always run home to watch him on television. He batted fourth and played the third base spot, That's the corner they always called "Hot". As a power hitter and great fielder he stayed, Fifteen years in the big leagues he played. An "All Star" player many times over, Because he was a perennial "Gold Glover". He wore the number 10 on his uniform, But his emotions for his team on his sleeve were worn. Ron Santo was this player's name, He should be in baseball's "Hall of Fame". He was tenacious about his life's view, Ever positive, as he fought Diabetes and Cancer too. I had the good fortune to meet the man, And listened to his story of the "Black Cat"....SCRAM!!! He raised awareness and millions for JDRF, Gone now to the ages, this his legacy would be left. One thing that all of you should know, Wherever he went, he put on a great show. On a "Field of Dreams" he now will play, Where he can click his heels every day. Swollen with tears now our red eyes we rub, At the endearing loss of "This Old Cub". We'll miss his radio groans, his sighs, and his laughter too, Because like us, his veins ran only with "Cubbie Blue".
You hate your dad, I know but I can't choose between you two...just no I'm sorry. You're right, I probably would never see how bad I screwed up, but without you, I've gone nuts. Seriously, I will keep trying to have you back, 'cause I'm crying. I don't wanna lose you, o.m.g. I'm really sorry... I know I was a terrible girl but I'm a clam and you're my pearl. Without you, I have no value without you, I'm no longer cool I missed everything we've been through. Your voice when you sing, I'm glued to you. Hey, I'm still your number one fan and you'll always be my sweet, young man. you're the water, and he's the sun without you both, I'd be done I hope you can just understand I'll always wanna hold your hand no matter what happened, I'll love you still. We used to hang and used to chill. now I'm mad we can't do that but again, it's my fault the balloon went splat. I'm desperate to hear you say 'I love you mom, it'll always be this way' I want your forgiveness, seriously I'm really sorry.
there once stood a man who in dungarees trained, all his horses to run with his denim shirt stained. There were fresh jars of liquor and bushels of wheat. There was a cowbell that clanged:" Time! Come and eat!" There once was a girl who rolled free in the hay. Then she saw a packed loft on her wedding day. There once soared a fire that brought cries of: " Help!" There was a whipping out back of a brazen young whelp. He once had a large family. They left him, one by one, as the red barn was peeling in the long summer sun. There once was a prize mare who had pictures and praise. There once stood a red barn. It was here in those days There still stand two stones, where this man and his wife became one with the land to which they gave their life.
Come be with me and be my student, And we will start an improvement To crime and corruption, killing and bullying And all other demonic doings There will we be on the top And see our nation fills the gap By you as future leader, to whom I care Failing us, please never dare There will I teach you to be an avenger And to be this nation's super defender A man of powers, and faith Destined to save this generation's fate A man that will not to be fooled With a mind as your number one tool Heir of earth when we are old With a future as bright as gold A pen and paper as your weapons Without giving any harm and destructions And if these are will be used This place will be better not only good Correct the past and my generation's fault Do not let it to continue its growth For you to suffer is not to be Save this earth for thee and me The world shall celebrate whether to dance or sing, For there are changes that you can bring If these changes will improve a lot Then come be with me and be my student
The match is approaching for time has now passed; He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last. The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights – He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight. He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer; He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare. The field now approaches, ominous yet serene – He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen. The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk; And bodies collide with a thud and a shock. A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size, But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise. Hard hits are given and he takes a few; But he presses on, for his brothers do to. Win or loss, fallen or tall, He walks off the field having given it all.
< I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day dont let an overpowering object just get away Written By Katherine Stella 6/26/11 Entry For A Rambling Poet's Writing In The Sublime
Gone was this edifice Gone, sunk down the abyss Memories only remain Memories to keep me sane To cherish them I shall For such is my call Ode to this great man Who gave me a good stand My favorite, among the elders His death caused me to seek the avengers Lonely, desolate and abandoned His absence makes me so scorned Gone was this great man Seen as having an evil hand He loved the child I was And left me maimed with scars! Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
There have been times in our land When our nation has had to take a stand. It first began at Bunker's Hill Where so many men were then killed. All through that war with the British King Men here in America were fighting and dying. They were the first "Veterans" of the US, When duty calls, there was always a surplus. Always men of courage it takes it seems Like those with Jackson at New Orleans. There were "Veterans" who fought both South and North When the country was split, her sons poured forth. Healing those wounds would take some time But in the end it came in line. Of course no one remembers the row with Spain Where America sent her men once again. The "War to End All Wars" was more than a saying As loved ones and sweethearts were left home praying. Oh, Chateau Thierry, the Argonne, Belleau Wood and more Are now in our history as battles of that war. Then came the biggest war of all When the world went crazy in '39's Fall. Our "Veterans" were there too, In Africa, Europe, and the Katmandu. From Casablanca and Casserein on Africa's shore, To Sicily, Anzio, Normandy, and the Bastogne's of that war. The Pacific saw its share of death and hell From the first bombs at Pearl Harbor to Gaudalcanal. Many "Veterans" died at Iwo Jima, Saipan, Okinawa too, They shed their blood for me and you. After the end, we thought we might have some order, Until the Communists in Korea crossed the border. The Vietnam era was one of upheaval and race, Some "Veterans" coming home even received a spit in the face. For their part the "Veterans" were not to blame, And for our country, it was a time of shame. Dessert Storm and Dessert Shield put them in the MidEast Where terror reigns with sate for a feast. Yet, the soldier, sailor, or airman know, If his country calls, he must go. They follow the traditions of other "Veterans" you see, They put their lives on the line for both you and me. To the ones who have worn our country's uniform I say "Thank You, Veteran", we should honor you with more than one day!
Small room with one door Pale green carpet lines the floor Two windows, shades and curtains Pink roses scattered uncertain Paneled walls remember Our Moms love this December Figurines rest on dresser tops Some gifts, others from local shops Flower petals that hold no scent Potpourri in baskets, its fragrance spent Jewelry in boxes free from dust Treasures left to us in trust As we walk in her room Memories flood, it's too soon Our hearts rhythm the song Her being gone seems so wrong As memories waltz in our veins Longing for her voice, still, in vain Pictures now our fingers trace With each touch, her remembered grace Eyes, once blind, can now see Pain and sorrow gone, her soul set free Her voice, now strong, rings in heaven above Carried through the air on wings of the doves To all this and more, we longingly cling How we'd love once more, to hear Momma sing By: Debra Squyres 12-3-2010 NOTE: Though I searched in vain for the first draft of this first poem I was unable to find it. It was much longer and filled with cliches.... This is the poem I spoke of in my "Poetry on My Poetry" poem. Of course it is cleaned up a good bit now and I've actually changed the title to "Room of Memories"
I needed a way to release from inside, All of the tears that I never cried, My head was exploding from all I kept in, While onto my face I glued a fake grin; I hid inside my suspicion and fears, And locked them away for many years; They built up a wall and trapped me within, Until I didn't even know where to begin; I had every emotion locked in my heart, So I started to write, I made it my art.
< Driving along in my automobile Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals Should I stop or should I just Go ! Should I give Or Should I just say hell No ! But what if that was me Crying out with such pitty Not knowing where to get next meal Three kids crying at worn out heels Cardboard boxes to call our home Dumpster diving for pieces of foam Think I'll give him a piece of my pot Opened wallet and gave him alot A nice twenty came on out Wiped out was his sadden pout Drove by an hour later Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed Just hope he finds a better suitable home
< Dam Dog ! What a hog ! Ate Cousins Dope ! And Started To Choke ! Starry Eyes ! Wobbly Thighs ! To Vet ! 250 Dollars I Bet ! More Test ! They Suggest ! Hell No ! Let's See How It Goes ! Just Needs Sleep ! And Plenty Of Water The Little Creep ! Entry For Sharon Tideswell Pet Sit Panic's Contest G.L. ALL
My Love is like a cherished gift I covet in my room, My Love is like a budding shoot forever caught in bloom. My Love is like a melody I captured from a dream, Of a lilting sensuality and pleasure quite serene. The passion of my Love can sear and yet can also heal, There is no bar can measure how intense my Love can feel. My Love warms me in winter's chill but cools my irate state; With calming words of meaning my Love knows what soothes my aches. I have seen my Love shed tears of pain as passions overrun, I have seen a sorrow in my Love from hurts that I have done, And yet I felt forgiveness from my Love that is so deep, Absolving me from my past wrongs and setting me then free. My Love lives that which teachings say as goodly souls we should, Engender for each other and instill within our youths. My Love is solid fundament of realism pure; Not concepts or imaginings of damsels in knight's lore. And yet the magic that my Love displays for me each day; Would put to shame all fantasy in children's fairy tales.
What of violence and God, is death simply a part of life? as each creature large or small lives through strife. And, righteous wrath, what of its source a mere aberration of mans faulty mental course? Surely, some claim to hear the Almighty Voice, Yet, do they not simply make a human choice? Violence is brought upon man by man; how can it exist, we ponder, without God's Hand? Malnourished or over stimulated human kind find murderous meanings in the convoluted mind. Anger, does not motivate the most High and holy state, man has given false meaning to accommodate. The wise will look strongly toward mortal gain when caught between righteousness and pain. And speak less often of righteous anger with firm nod Let man step lightly, for he knows not the mind of God.
We made an Angel for Jesus, although he was tiny and small, he's now in the army of Jesus, and helps to watch over us all. Our baby was born in October. A beautiful blue eyed boy. He appeared to be healthy and happy, he filled our hearts full of joy. We had him for only a short time. His life seemed so normal at first! Just before he was two, without warning, his health took a turn for the worst! Six months later, he went up to heaven, to explain it, we won't even try! For a while, we were groping for reasons, why someone, so young had to die? We kept on searching for answers, for what we could not understand? Why God, would let this thing happen, was it all just a part of His plan? All of a sudden it hit us, we knew just what God had in mind! He let us make Him an Angel, to help Him watch over mankind! Yes, we made an Angel for Jesus, although he was tiny and small, but he's big in the Army of Jesus, and helps to watch over us all! Dedicated to Angel Bobby (Robert William Taylor - 1968-1971)
GOODBYE DAD Never got a chance to say a proper goodbye Too late now to waste time regretting or muffle a cry When last we spoke I never saw you again Just wanted you to know it hadn't all turned out in vain Many of the main things in your life became the main things in mine Kept on pushing with all my strength to the end of the line Never stood by when someone was kicked around Always felt one with the poor, the gagged and bound, Never let the rich guys get a free ride if I could help it Stopped them and made them feel the pinch if time would permit Was outraged at bureaucratic bull and complained out loud I'm not certain but I think you might have been proud Built up some handy ways for work, destroyed a few useless ways Helped a few people to live easier, peaceful days Always used what brains I had, and avoided wasting even a moment Tried to find useful ways as to how my time was spent Happiness? Some, sure, but not always, except towards the end. Regrets? Yes, my damaging mistakes cannot be made to mend.
I have my Hubby's steadfast belief in me. He loves how my poems are light and airy. He'll give me an idea once in a while… Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child. He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run. For they can take off in directions, yes, any one. Crazy thoughts become crazier still… And story time leads to god knows, where they will. My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree. You never know where the end will be. But somewhere I eventually become truly still. And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill. Then the squirrel run begins again… Light and fluffy and full to the brim. Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend. Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end. Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun CSEastman
Ten years have come and gone.. So many lost but we still we go on.. Our faith tested by demons that fly.. Still moist tears that will never dry.. All races join together holding hands.. Remembering those who made a stand.. Six Lines of Poetry...contest written by Michael J Falotico 09/10/2011
When I first met you, you were full of pain, so you built up a wall, and you hid inside, but your life was dark, and you lived in vain. When you discovered I loved you, and you found out how deep, that wall began to crumble, and now it's just a heap. With no wall between us, life has been swell, no longer are you living in an infernal hell. Every day I want to sing, and thank the Lord for all He brings, my love remains ever true, and each passing day I still love you.
Beneath Australia's expansive sunlit sky, I recall the patchwork quilt, where my life began 12 provinces united, one country created; uniformity resists when anthems unite the parochial clan From staunch Overijssel in the north, to Limburg's laughter in the south From Drente's eastern reach renowned, to Zeeland's exalted river mouth Friesland's fair and twisted tongue, a language apart Her "Tjalks" adorn the "Ijsselmeer", binding forever a Fries heart Groningen's Martini towered capitol sits amid Europe's oldest man made scenery While Utrecht at the countries heart, the nation's birthplace abounds in greenery The Hollands next both South and North, give us cities which compete For world renown, both Rotter- and sweet Amsterdam, with tulips are complete Gelderland's unfortunate claim to fame came from war When allies forced a German retreat; they aimed a bridge too far North Brabant lies beneath southern skies, a friendly place where life is good Before Lent with carnival spent round old Saint John, is where, my cradle once stood Limburg land of promise, of fresh fruit flans and singing nightingales, Where clear streams cascade through oaken forests and silence prevails Flevoland, the last, where fishing boats of Urk once sailed the Southern Sea Now reclaimed land doth arise as each polder dries, thanks to the vision of Lely Fatherland, motherland, though far away now, if truth be told A warm place in my heart, "Je maintiendrai"; I will uphold
KENTUCKY COAL MINING 1930 Behind me men deepening my gashes And a danger as always from gas flashes Ahead of me more seams wait for my cuts More years spent sick to the guts Rock rock everywhere and all is black Roof above me scraping my back A pile of work for which there is little thanks A mile of earth above held up by God and two planks And if it moves we become fossils like the coal For the mine boss'll bury us body and soul The darkness is not just here in the coal seams But in how the coal miner's life seems The endless darkness and heat is like hell Hopeless prisoners walled up in jail To digging a grave myself I resign This job is a merciless killer -- it's mine . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck Entered in Debbie Guzzi's Contest Down in the Dark Dungeon
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign. The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore. So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door. Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more. I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. But before I knew it, I'd knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead. When he finally put the fire extinguisher away… I got up and got some of the kids' apple tarts I had made. He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn't hungry and the pain would fade. Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades. And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide. At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell… But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell… I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell. He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs. I guess I wouldn't have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well. But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells… He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he's made of the right stuff. Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough. He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough. He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such. He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night. But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed. I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?
David is small teenage boy from Israel A son of Jesse whose king named Saul He carried a slingshot on his side for protection Used it for work with a matching pouch of stones There's a war between Israel and Philistine Takes forty days for them to initiate how to begin David knew about the giant called Goliath Not afraid to fight him without any mask He only carried with him his faith to defeat The mighty giant whom every man is afraid One day David saw Goliath at the battlefield Ready to fight, so he closed his eyes and prayed The giant move forward for a great kill David reached his bag and used his skills The stone hit the giant straight in the forehead He fell face down on the ground and really beg David took Goliath sword, killed him and cut his head He did it finally and triumphantly makes the giant dead I compare this story of faith and bravery to our dear David the poet With his powerful poems makes us inspired even if we didn't meet yet Enjoy your long vacation together with your beautiful wife I know you are happy sharing unforgettable moments in life October 24, 2012 By: Maria Paz For Cyndi's "A David For David" Contest 1st Place Winner
Ok, this is gonna be a poetic airstrike, like it was over Baghdad. I've been told my slams are god-like, and dakarai, you're being slayed on my writing pad! I've done ripped out your heart, now I'm removing your guts. I'm blowing your whole being apart, but first, take this upper cut! I want you to feel my poetic blow, but you should not be in this ring. So soupers, witness this poetic TKO, and I'm giving P.D. back her g-string! That's right dakarai, I'm the soup playboy, just ask your girlfriend. I had her bobbing her head with joy, but that was after I put something up her rear- end! When I'm done with you, you're gonna need one helluva band-aid. I'm gonna beat you black and blue, then force feed you my poetic grenade! dakarai you're a sneaky rat, who lurks in the shadows of this site. My poetic gun goes rat-a-tat-tat, so take that, you poetic parasite! What can you say about me? I'm on the "Top 50 best poets" list! But I'm taking this beyond poetry, so here's my right fist! Feel my raging energy, as I pop you like a cyst! Don't go looking for P.D., she doesn't even exist! I destroyed her whole identity, and now I will focus solely on you. You'll soon see, I'm a demonic entity, and I'm kicking your ass like Kung Fu! I'm not even taking a breath, have you had enough yet? I will haunt you even after death, I see you're starting to sweat! dakarai you've become my footstool, and I'm watching the sunset. I'm making you look like a fool, and burning your ass with my cigarette! Take this poetic dynamite, and boy don't you ever forget. This isn't a pretty site, I have the sex tape of your mom on videocassette! Ding, ding, it's the end of round two, I'll let you digest this. Your poetry is pure doo-doo, and my next slam will throw you into the abyss!!!! Note: dakarai cobb had enough yet, or do you continue ? Want to be the soup laughingstock?
If human brains hold such high capacity Why is the use of intelligence scanty? Some claim telekinesis and ESP Are available to them quite readily While others have trouble writing and reading Is intellect defined in unborn seedlings Pregnant mothers who listen to classic tunes Say the passion for music grows in their wombs But that can't explain the musical prodigy Reincarnation gifts -- another theory What roles do genes play? Can talents be bestowed? Scientists seem focused on genetic codes Talent and genius are enviously measured By those who have neither such gifts are treasured But the size of our hearts and the joy in our souls Prove far more precious as a man's life unfolds So much significance is placed on IQ But our Lord is not apt to ask what we knew When we face final judgment, God just might say Did you use my gifts wisely or let them decay? Did you use your wisdom for personal gain? Did the talents I bequeathed bring you great fame? Or did you open your heart, provide relief To those needing comfort and help with their grief? When you had no money, did you lend a hand? Did you leave loving footprints across the white sand? Great thinkers and athletes might feel they are blessed But those who love are heaven's most welcome guests Souls with talent and wealth may not measure up To one who puts his last coin in a beggar's tin cup * Dedicated to John Freeman and inspired by his blogs about concepts vs precepts
I stand on top of silent space Free from all of worldly trace Of hate, sadness, and despair I feel only love and me in the air I'm finally free to do my will And all of love begins to fill My head with all possibilities Of all of the sweet pleasantries That we can find tonight If only we can find the right Time and spirit give me some Of yours baby where am I from? hear me please, baby please Listen close tell not the trees That I love you but it can't be So simple between you and me You make me dizzy, fall down so fast And feel that now this night will last So take each minute, and fill this cup With the essence of love, up and up hear me please, baby please Listen close tell not the trees That I love you but it can't be So simple between you and me Don't be scared, remember now Of all the time we had and how I held you close when you were downed I held you up when you almost drowned So hear me please, baby please Listen close tell not the trees That I love you but it can't be So simple between you and me
Locked behind a dark door I am lost and alone, separate from my family, no place to call home. I battle with my fears and fight with my thoughts, seems the harder I try, the more I get lost. Help is near but yet so far away, searching for peace, but the pain will stay. Freedom? I am looking but unable to find, my soul is lost, with no peace of mind. Silence is my enemy, I am unable to speak, I fear for my future, emotions at their peek. I will try to keep faith for what my future has in store, for now I remain, locked behind a dark door.
You whisper in my ears, I loveyou. My heart replied, I do. The moment we shared under the moonlight. A portrait of happiness you painted so bright. Hoping that forever no one will tear us apart. You're the lyrics in a song that beats inside my heart. Sing me a love song that I love to hear. To take away this feeling of fear. Hold my hands and take me out of here. I surrender all of me when you're near. Sing me a love song, oh hold me dear. Then promise to stay in love forever.
. I was holding your hand, …you were such a brave little knight… On that first day of kindergarten, ...as you walked out of sight Now, binoculars find you….standing proud in your whites… I can see you so clearly and my throat squeezes tight We have watched from the dock, from each shore of your life There are no words to tell you, how each moment shined bright ~ with bravado, and a winning smile, your spirit and courage, always shining ......................... Dedicated to my beloved grandson..who has just returned from deployment aboard the U.S.S. Truxtun
Heavenly skyline of orange and red Skeletal treeline in sporadic shred The line of the bright is turning to night In smile they grace us, nature's sight She shows her emotions, sometimes we don't see This lady all around us so pleases me Come the 14th of July, this year 2010 Carolyn, look to your skies, and you'll see the birds when They dip their wings as they fly past you A poet so wonderful, yes you, I mean you Enjoy your day into your sun setting night For these three winged gems, gliding smiling delight
How do I know that love is true, Is it what's felt between me and you; I know it's true, this love I've felt, It's the reason that on one knee, I knelt; Is it more than a growing bond of trust, More than desire, more than lust; I never would have asked for your hand, If I never thought you'd understand; Is it the way you hold me when days are long; Or the way you cheer me with a goofy song; My love for you is infinite, And never will my love remit; Is it the way you kiss my tears away, Or the soothing words you always say; And I feel your love in your very touch, I never thought I'd love so much; So what is love you may inquire, It's the way you set my blood on fire! The love I feel for you is true; You know, I'd even die for you.
Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair. Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere. They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day. They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways. God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads… And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead. The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too. For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you. Love and work together is how they are slowly earned. And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn. But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives? I would say it's given by Gods divine grace, in time.
A vibrant, wild woman took center stage at every family wedding or party Long, flowing locks even in old age, she always embarrassed her brother Artie Once statuesque at nearly six feet tall, Eva was a sight to behold at buffets Plate upon plate, she piled food so high; restaurant owners said she ate with craze Bubbling with energy that radiated, this former beauty queen knew how to dance As a child she led me to the floor; we'd Charleston! Wild woman sure could prance! As a teen she'd fallen into Hudson Bay; she learned how to swim, suffered no harm She repaid the favor by training nearly every Jersey Shore lifeguard Her tales were many and some seemed tall, especially to a child so small But the one about dolphins saving her from sharks could certainly enthrall Her loudly ticking old-time video camera was heard each time I was in a play She never missed a performance, though she may have stood in the audience's way And Bob Hope called her up on stage when she and her camera stole his show In saintly splendor she revels now, still radiating that winsome glow Dedicated to my dear Aunt Eva.
When my son was young and so very, very wild… I loved him dearly for he was my child. But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep. I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep. We found a private High school with new peers to seek. Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap. He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again. But the day he was on his own, became the best that's ever been. His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out. Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout. I'll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed. I'll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know. Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids. They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids. All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right. They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life. They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse. Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance. He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience. My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last. And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...
OK, IT'S FLAT To say Saskatchewan is flat Is like saying a woman is fat : A superficial judgement Which denies all her other allurement. Oh, what wonders are in glorious Sask? I hear everyone breathlessly ask. Only the lake with the biggest inland Freshwater delta in all the world's land. And two of the five biggest all-Canadian lakes - Athabasca and Reindeer - land sakes! And - what is our greatest glory? Sask is the world's biggest political territory Whose boundaries are geometric lines all. We certainly can't be considered small. Ok, I hear you say, but it's still flat. . . Well, it's not to us prairie boys, and that's that!
One thing a pink fox needs is a silver fox fur. She is so mystifying; this will make her purr. Lady with pure instinct; can never be tracked down. She can mesmerize her mate, with her triple crown. Her passion foxtail, deadly only unrequited, Her deliberate path, rages when ignited, She can never be caged, unless she rules the roost. Endangered maybe to see, never to be reduced, Cute and cunning like a real fox she lives life full. Maybe different sign, though like Taurus the bull. Silver fox fur provides look of wisdom that exists. Cagey and wily, her mind and soul has many twists. Silver fox fur brings out more of animal indeed. Her appetite may ravage, although she shall not feed. She maybe carnivorous, her hunger no desire, Thirsting for her sustenance only will transpire. Loving and caring of nature's young wilderness child. Captivated by their tenderness, fully compiled, This pink fox so delicate, with a soul full of fun, Her feminine wiles renowned cannot be undone. Never under guess this pink or silver fox words. She can slam you down; wipe you out like herds. Written for Sponsor (Destroyer ((Poet Contest Name P.D's INNER ANNIMAL
HUMAN BEINGS MAN...don't tell me it was necessary! Couple hundred thousand people obliterated in a few seconds is beyond the realms of scary. Truman you musta' been sniffin' glue man...you know you didn't need to do it. I can hear ya' today giving the A-ok to the Enola Gay, "Kill 'em all...men screw it!" And not only did you pull it once, but you saw the need to do it twice. It wasn't like the "Little Boy" you deployed landed in a field of rice No sir, ya' went and sent the "Fat Man" to devastate the city of Nagasaki even faster! Just three days after the blaze reeking disaster plaster casting Hiroshima in disaster! Now before ya' good old boys start raisin' yir' voice about December Seven! Ramblin' off at the mouth racist claims and who is or isn't gonna be in heaven. Half a century to think about whether or not two wrongs makes a right. and ya' still can't see the sin in bringin' NUKES instead puttin' two dukes up in the fight? Are you kidding me? Someone please tell me the rationale in evaporating innocent women and babies. when the question arises of taking harmless family's lives....the answer is NO...no IFS, ANDS, or MAYBES!
CULTURED Once I was initiated. Then I made it. Once I was negated. Today I am contemplated. Now I am a jazzy lady. They call me Classy Daisy. I'm upward bound. I'm never down. I am so amazing. I am sophisticated! ~Rhyme Battle! (Round 3)! Free Poetry Contest Entry~ ~Entry Date: March 02, 2014~ ~Motif: Rhyme Couplet~
There is so much I want to share with you, But my words are lost deep within me I have oh so many emotions How do I make you see Life is not always that simple Hear this from my heart Our faith will concur all As we stand here at the start. Not speaking to you is going to kill me You there and me here But one day soon that will change And I will finally have you near. The Angels they did send you The day that we met Our love will last forever As in stone it was set Come fly, fly with me baby Oh come fly with me We can explore our love together And set all our deepest emotions free For the skies are without limits And the tree tops we sour too Perched upon a branch Our love is forever true I never meant for this to happen But I am sure glad it did Hearing your love and laughter Makes me feel like a kid Please never doubt my love What is shared between you and me Cause I am here to forever hold you You just wait and see But for now, I have to be patient And except our destiny But I promise you this my darling You are forever within me.
A leaf that tumbles in the air And drifts upon the ground. A person who sighs and smiles With eyes that speak no sound. Poetry is rooted in the earth, And flies upon the wind. It is not a sonnet nor a verse, It's a feeling from within.
It Trickles Down His Walls in Thin Sheets, His Confines Broken By Light Rainfall. - It Soaks In - He Assumes The Foetal Position and Pulls The Covers Up Passed His Collar Bone. - The Lines Don't Match Up - Wincing at Various Thoughts That His Mind Conjures Up, Reliving History. - The Light Breaks His Window - Reminds Him That Those Who He Had Loved, And Those That Had Abused Him. - Walked Under The Same Sun - His Body Remained Peacefully Still as He Sank Deeper into Himself. - Moving in His Thoughts For Hours - The Only Place Where Solace Seemed Existent, Behind a Mould of Replication. - He Walks With Her Hand in Hand - - Sleeping With Her Under Stars of His Own Creation -
I have finally reached my destination Coming in from several directions A heart filled with ambition A mind filled with passion!
I was thinking about liberty this past Memorial Day, How the freedom won by others is here for us to stay. It wasn't just the stroke of a pen that made men free, But the hard and difficult sacrifices, that gave us Liberty. We broke the allegiance to a king so far away, Pulled together as a nation, that has survived until today. We've fought against our own brothers to make slavery die, We still are healing from those wounds, with every racial cry. Like other nations bent on their empire's expanse, We have fought to that tune and made other men dance. But our stance has been true though all the horrors, Especially when we sent our boys to the "War To End All Wars". The world thought it worked and it did for awhile, But tyranny and evils will not end with only a smile. Another generation of men to freedom's call, And the flag with 48 stars then, was needed by all. Even after the victories we had an uphill fight, The evils among us would not take flight. So Freedom and Liberty have to be won each day, By those who survive the battle's fray. Not only the soldier is in that battle you know, Each one of us, has that same burden to tow. For if we are to remain free in this great land, "Liberty and Justice for ALL" must go hand in hand. When we know of wrong being done, It is our duty to help, as Freedom's citizen. Not just with lip service which continues despair, But get in the trenches, and Liberty repair. It is the hard won fight that brought us this far, The hard won victories of goodness and care. Have we forgotten who we are and from whenst we came? The words of "Freedom and Liberty" would not be the same. Except that a few men had the willingness to forego, Their fortunes, their lives, and to their posterity bestow. That Freedom and Liberty should come to all in this land, Can we do less, to keep to their plan? Someone once said, "It's not easy being me." It is harder still to live in the land of the Free. Where we enjoy our Liberty and Freedom to choose, Yet, how often have we let it be abused? Vote...if you want to keep your Liberty, Vote...if you want your children to be Free. It is in our right to vote that we have won this prize, Do not let its light be dimmed by "I don't need to..." sighs. For men the world over have we sent our own to save, For Freedom and Liberty - and The Home of The Brave!
Love is not a science Nor a story of self- reliance It does not lay claim To those who place blame More than a perfect first date Or what was once thought to be fate Love is sadness in a mothers eyes As far away her son flies Dropping it all on a dime For a friendship impossible to define Love never looses sight Of what it knows to be right Impossible to ignore Like waves crashing upon the shore It surprises us all Like a child's first steps from a crawl It will break us down But only then can it be found
I miss watching my Luck man run, Sweat glistening in the morning sun; The smell of leather in the frigid air, Tossing his head without a care; The soft sounds of the stable yard, The only place I let down my guard; Telling secrets to my horse, Just letting nature take it's course; The confidence he gave to me, My Lucky boy, my trusty steed; He leant me courage I never had, He was always there, through good or bad; My shoulder to lean on, by best friend, He was there for me up to the end.
In the kitchen my mother stands Blue bowl in her work rough hands The cracks and chips my fingers trace Remembering the lines on her tired face The bowl is full of memories sweet Of her stirring up some special treat If I could have just one little wish We would stand together with her dish Stirring up some breakfast batter The room filled with our girlish chatter The old blue bowl is with me still In a place of honor on my window sill
Walk among the gardens of stone evenly spaced white rows as far as the eye can see Watch the changing of the guard at the tomb of the unknown honoring the nameless heroes memory See the small flags flutter here and there faded by years of rain and sun Hear a somber gathering murmur a solemn prayer for a fallen hero whose journey's done Walk softly by an old women bent and scarred by the unforgiving years She pauses to remember what might have been her sad eyes filled with unrequited tears And when you leave these hallowed acres where the stone flowers grow Remember the fallen peace makers who's sacrifice bought us our tomorrow Mike F. Gombas Sr.
< Sweetheart Where shall I start Linda Marie You'll surely agree Travels around Soup land town North South East and West Your poetry she will taste and test Never leaves smitten notes Or even some nasty blog quotes She packs you in her traveling suitcase You know the one dressed in lace Wether stateside or abroad This woman is not a fraud Only kindness and senserity If I was a guy even would ask her to marry me { LOL } But for now will be forever friends Like A shining armor I will always's defend This sweetheart of poetry soup Who makes me not to want to fly from this coupe
I'm making this a special affair, so soupers, chant my name. This site is about to witness a poetic warfare, my favorite game! My words will be like bombs over Baghdad, the couplets like an airstrike. With this pen and pad, I'm metamorphosing into something godlike! What? You can't comprehend? Don't understand what I plainly write? I thought you were a genuine friend, but you're just a poetic parasite! I'm gonna slam you till you leave the soup, so you need to "kick rocks." I'm throwing you in a chicken coop, and manifesting into the poetic warlock! So like 50 cents "I'll get the magic stick," so what you think about that? How bout if I sex you like a lunatic, but first shave that hairy pussycat! Better yet, you need to wax, because your hair gives you a helluva odor. Never mind, I'll put anthrax on your tampax, and blow up your stinkin motor! Damn someone throw in the towel, I have this poetess punch drunk! She has this whole site smelling foul, so I need to kill this nasty skunk! Have I embarrassed you yet? Are you tired of my poetic abuse? I'm gonna bend you over and burn you with a cigarette right on your caboose! Every souper knows I'm slam king, no one can touch my rhyming skills. For a souvenir, I'm keeping your g-string - so run naked and head for the hills! I better not see you posting, or I'll degrade each poem you write. Your poems will be like marshmellows roasting, and I'll reach out to you via satelite! *M. T. Now let me show you "God's among men with this pen!" - Can I get a standing ovation for this slam?
Gracious Sally; my black haired Sally. You've dawned a bright red cap. My chicken balls; my coffee please. A fortune before my nap. You've tinged your bell; the coffees ready. The customers turn their heads. It's you I see; you waiting free! with chicken balls in their breads. And when at cash you call for me and nod a tray you pass. That after money and after thanks your smile comes with a laugh.
I don't care who you were or what you have done. I care who you are and what you have become.
My ambition I want to become a writer as I like to write, And I want to reach a certain height, Where I can live with delight. I think I can a book like fiction or mystery, I want to become an author like Shakespeare, Ruskin Bond or Agatha Christie, Or an author who has a great history. From many days I am not able to pick any book from the book shelf, As I want to read a book written by myself. I want to write such a book which results into a whole new nation, And people appreciate my creation. In poetry I want to become a master, The thoughts of all the people become positive such a spell caster, And I want to reach my ambition rather faster. I want the thoughs to strike my mind as fast as a bullet train, And I always want to write with a fully developed brain. I want everyone to become my writin's fan, Whether it's a women or a man, And I always want these word's to flash my mind that "I can, I can and I can." I definitely know that fulfilling your dream is not just a game, And we have to do hardwork to achieve fame. By- Rachit Bansal
Beautiful stars twinkle in the clear, midnight sky. As the stars align in the hemisphere, the twinkling begins to magnify! The stars emerge, row upon row, diagonally and horizontally. As light begins to surge, words begin to glow, and names are spelled out above me. The names seem to be engulfed in flames for the whole world to see. Although the phenomenon is unnatural, clearly the words spell: "Jimmy and Audrey!" Wrote for my dearest friend XOXO
MEETING NETTE ONCLAUD, THE VERSE SIREN-QUEEN Sprinkled with sparkling silver, your precious gilded lines, dear Nette, Dazzle me with faceted polished gems from your jeweled coronet. I can't conceive how, here in this café with us having tea and sausages, Your flawless flights of fancy form like diamond-engraved images. From your rhyme royal fall pearls of moonlight's beauty, and yet you spoke Of hanging in cafes like this with painters and dancers and down-to-earth folk. Your work is filled with honesty, sincerity, quicksilver wit, playfulness of spirit: We can only wonder at your free siren soul that can shine and inspire it. In you, I recognize the majesty of the poetry I hope to write. My knee Bends to the sovereign quality of the poet I wish was me. ........................................... *Written with great pleasure by Sydney Peck for Michael J Falotico's contest "First Words Over Coffee"
Goodbye to you my Best friend It's hard to believe that we're worlds apart. We were like strings on a guitar, Making harmony and pleasant tones. You were there when I took the first step, And gave me directions ever since. You taught me life's valuable lessons And saw me through my mistakes. Unable to see the virtues you bestowed, Cut-short by nature's worthy call. A decade now past and I realize; This friend is gone but ever-green. But with the gift of the Name Like a tattoo I will always have. And even if I hate to believe you're gone, Goodbye to you my Best friend.
Introduction: Sometimes your life sinks down a little, And when it does try and fight for Islam and have faith in Allah, ask for His divine guidance, believe and respect everyone, don't hold any grudge against someone, forgive them and surrender completely to Allah And believe in His graceful light. Don't fall apart, When light fades away Look deep in your heart, Allah will aid your way Nothing feels wrong, While nature sings song Days go along, Until we're gone Don't deceive, Just learn to heed Do believe, And you will forgive.
Time passes as days dissolve from view.. Messages from memories scroll down from pages of you.. All of which has molded a mind and soul that sings.. An everlasting learning experience that gave this heart wings.. Time does pass but I still stay humble and true.. Because time can't take away all that was given from you..
This mighty school, this boiling stress, Supposedly makes me the best of the best. But how can I be as good as they say, When I barely have the attention to pay? From the dark of the morning, to the dark of the night, I am constantly struggling to keep on the right. I arrive their so early, and return home so late, Only to find myself a fish caught on bait. I feel like I'm breaking this one crucial rule; And falling behind in this thing they call school.
I woke up this morning and realised there was sunshine the night had dissapeared and I knew that I would be fine. and now Im smiling through the day rejoicing in what God has made for I can find no other way to show im grateful and amazed, and though these storms will come again with greater tides and winds that rage I simply start to look within instead of to my worldly cage. Im glad that God restored me back and proved to me I know no lack when He is dwelling in my life and I abide in Him through strife so do be encouraged my friend and know this world soon falls away but the Fathers love, strong and eternal will never cause your path to stray.
< riding home with brother and friend from convenience store this masked man got out of his trucks door asked each boy what was their ages made them place bikes in ditch or face guns gauges Jacob was the oldest of the three just 11 good gracious golly St Joseph Minnesota close to St Cloud days weeks month lined with flowering shrouds his mother and father got congress to sign an act for crimes against children and sexually violence attacks now there is a bridge of hope called Jacob Wetterling foundation so families can cope our little lost sheep we still to continue to shed tears and weep for there is still an unmarked date where death has not been filled in on your headstones slate Taken Oct 22 1989 From St Joseph Minnesota In Search Of Jacob Wetterling still goes on You Are Not Forgotten
Poem number 24 tells all I know of Sally. A Sally from a food place where foods right up her alley. Where Sally serves the many and sometimes just a few. That Sally learns to service them coming as her crew. She keeps her coffee brewing all throughout the day. It's when she checks her tip jar that Sally gets her way. Her customers keep coming as Sally keeps the pace. If not for love and manners Sally'd win the race. But winning is for losers and Sally knows the score. Without fair play and honesty Sally'd be at war. So come and see integrity from Sally at the counter. And know fair play is possible. A "Sally Trac" encounter.
The shadows loom above my head Filling the village, we're full of dread The mountains behind me shake violently Yet I see something bright, near the sea A break in the clouds, sun shines down Upon Gossamer's Palace- like a flowing gold gown And though we are far from the palace I no longer feel a dark malice The fog that drifts by the sea Comes closer and closer still to me I no longer want to stand in the dark I want to hear the song of the lark, the sun's spark I take off on foot, to travel the road Eventually to go to the castle's abode The path is blocked on the straighter way But I cannot, no- I will not stay So I travel on a dirt line in the grass Tenderly, as if my feet on shattered glass It takes me farther, and I am lost It's getting cold, I feel the frost Everything seems the same to me And I pray, I pray so fervently And I travel on, without much change Waiting for the scene to rearrange The road seems tedious, withered and long But despite the setbacks, my hope isn't gone For still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate that'll bring me safely to the place I've dreamed of with a smiling face And to my delight as I round the bend the selfsame scenery is at an end i hear the waves, I see the light And there's the palace shining bright the magic mist surrounds the sea And I'm happy in this land called fantasy
Sally's stuffing eggrolls in the back room. Filling them with beansprouts in case they have a boom. Hundreds of these eggrolls piled high for later. Boiled in an oil for each and every crater. Some will go behind the glass warming in a pan; shining in their dipping oil, tempting for a span. Placed upon a plate and shimmied to the side; up against some rice that's deep and dark and fried. Dipped into a plum sauce sweeter than a sneer, and spread out on your plate as far as you can smear Flavour by the mouthful damp and moist and wet Sally's making eggrolls the best that I can get.
Dickinson's dead below her bed. Words she said below her head. Dickinson "Said"
Your words became the thread that strung the stars in skies so blue. That represent the fifty states of Muslim Christian Jew. Your thoughts recorded secretly in a cozy nook of night. Are heartfelt for the victims these represent the white. Your hearts that grieved in unison for an unknown toll of dead. Beat sad but proud in every chest and they became the red. That flag they raised amid the ruins The red the white the blue. A symbol of eternal hope Was planted there by you.
Watch as your wishing star flys through the sky, The way that your faith has been burned up so dry. Watch as this barbed wire coils your soul, The way that we love until we're burned in coals. Watch as the dragon so fiercly stands tall, The way that you know your opinions wont fall. Watch as our beautiful family is built, The way that we know that our roses won't wilt. Watch as the wings mounted upon your back, The way that a brilliance you never will lack.
~Just Dreaming Of You My Love~ (Rhyming Couplets) Dreaming on,of this romance of this true love of this night With the stars as a backdrop, in your eyes, shining so bright Oh Love of my heart, my Darling you're the Knight of all my dreams The star that forever in my heart with true love just...gleam Oh you kiss my lips with your lips that consumes with fire my senses And my whole body treambles for yours with all this love so intense There's no more pretense as your mouth longs and searches mine Oh Love of my heart, we both taste in our lips the sweetness of love's nectarine. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 December,24,2014
Because you told me no, when I wanted so much to be right, I am better for it, When I was going down the wrong path, you told me , You didn't care how much I would fight, I am better for it, When I was so in love and wanted everyone to like it, You told me that it was not love and you were right, I am better for it, When I thought I was grand, living in a lie, You wouldn't let my BS fly, I am better for it, Whether I listened or did it right, You kept working , trying to get me to take flight, I am better for it, When I cried you dried my tears, eased my fears, but you pushed me back out there, I am better for it, When I listened to you I would soar, You knew my potential and wanted me to give more, I am better for it, Now that you are gone I realize your dream for me, I am better for it!
Glimpse path and road where echoes fall; Lighten your load to purge all gall. See deeper still to a new way; Here lies goodwill in ample play. Look to each day to live bold zest; Watch rainbow rays fling ardent fest. Sense a treasure that lives right here; Give full measure to spark fond cheer. Feel in the light the mark of grace; Know then true sight in time and space. Fund each new fun with extra feel; Surge, wit and pun grooms heart to heal. Stay true to you in waves of change; Illusions cue range that seems strange. Leon Enriquez 05 Apr 2014 Singapore
Sally strolls outside her cubicle collecting dinner trays wiping some while stacking all she carries them to the back. She's back at cash with ready eyes knowing that people will come; sometimes soon; more-often late; some of them just to snack. But while she waits she sips a brew; green tea that's been dipped before. Then nodding her head she bows and swallows relaxing her vocal chords. Approached by a customer she rushes her food firm to the spoon she scoops while piling the plate for six seventy-nine and giving the customer hoards. With pushy hands she slides their meal across the stainless steel while raising her hand to take their bills and clipping them in the till. Then up with change she raises her head and smiles to the customer's face. And thanks them well with will and grace and hopes they'll get their fill.
I know you hurt - I know you work, You've never recognized your worth. I feel your pain - its every day, Please let your fears just wash away. I know your scared - it's never fair, Please realize I'm always there. Your hope is gone - this feels so wrong, Forever I shall sing our song. I see your cuts- were stuck in ruts, Please promise me you'll shed no blood. I love your heart - a brand new start, We never will be torn apart. We'll run away - that flawless day, I promise we will be okay.
Torn into pieces, feeling belittled Hearts hurtin, split down the middle Dreams seem so real, steady wishin they weren't The same thing that makes me happy, can also make me hurt I want to hold on, to keep my faith at hand But deep down I know it's been time to disband Others see it and say it, I continue to disregard I keep thinking I'll change it, yet I end up scarred I know we won't end up together, never be as one But the connections we have made aren't so easily undone Time with you is precious to me, I enjoy your company And I understand it's not only me you accompany This is no longer a struggle for me, I've now accepted the fact That I'm going to remain lower on the list, but I'm not sure I'm ok with that. I'll embrace our last year together as close friends, and hope the years will last Too bad our thoughts of one another had to so deeply contrast.
Virgin skin and smiling eyes lightly steps in black disguise. The shadowed depths to travel in 'neath lofted moon's pale unveiling. Spirited way on her lover's calls, sneaks through silent mirrored halls, through the arch of guiltless pleasure, down unknown flights of enthused lore. Startled by the prickly shifting breeze that stirs the ground that shadows seize. Upon the hill steely gate unfairly wrought! 'Tis the place where her lover sought, and bid her in the high of the night, through misshaped gate, past blinking light, past chiseled warriors and over cobbled bridge to their first meeting place the old garden ridge. In shivering skin she stubbornly waits pondering naught why her lover is late. Her innocent heart not broken nor bent doth not see what impatience may invent. A tidy minute leads to a weary score, a guard's hour, and then many more. Now heavy lidded her frowning eyes play witness to the changing of the skies. The darkness fades to the colour of rum as she wishes well for whatever did become of her lover, his kisses and knightly accord to flatter her with the poetry she adored. Her innocent heart somnolent and beset lays its new pillow in the night of regret. The dawning now bells jilted and wronged for the girl was forgotten by the love that she longed.
Meniscus, meniscus, my coffee is cool. Little meniscus I'm nobody's fool. Once you seemed warmer; held by my hand. Then there's this draft from a Tim Horton's fan. Might be the windows cooling me down. Maybe the door rifting around. Regretting my coffee; some see my frown. Little meniscus my cold little crown. Maybe I'm thirsty; maybe too cool. Currents come at me; stealing my drool. Little meniscus forgive what I said. Now that I'm drinking and thirsting instead. Little mensicus circling my cup. Not rising over and burning this shmuck!
Huge bronze bells peel muffled engulfed by sea above unhearing in depths deaf to thee drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends not figuring quick and sharp their ends black churning death coming from the sea no distinction twixt them you or me death some surprise shaken a shock from the sea xept not dying in autumn like you or me God please grant them heavenly peace God please grant them peace chancel and naves filled ghostly a new congregation gentle barnacle claimed pews giving us no separation
It's not far off, it's very soon, That certain age I'll turn in June. A couple more years, I'll be 19, I've got to keep fighting, to just stay clean. I'll spread the word to every soul, To repair spirits is my goal. To teach the confused of pure light, To give the blind another sight. I cannot wait to gat the call, I promise i will give it my all. 4 more years, and then in June, I'll turn 19, it's coming soon!
The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way, Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away. But today is another day, New stuff to think, do and say. Today I will brave the world all alone, And enjoy my freedom full blown. I will live life with zest, Try to do things, never second best. I will live to be sensitive, Towards others be more receptive. I will live to be forgiving, Be more tolerant and caring. I will speak to all who walk my path, Make peace with all and unnecessarily not unleash quaint wrath. I will correct all my wrongs, And tell this to all by making them my songs. I will proudly write notes about the new me, And publish and upload them for all to see. I will work to be creative, And learn to open my mind's eye and not be obstructive. I will always proudly wear my own neoteric attitude, To succeed, master the skill of gratitude. The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way, Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away. And today is the right day, To commence these fresh new things that I write and say
cloudy night, an orphaned star spinning into wayward heart they drift as one upon a stream glowing light aurora dreams when time pounds the kettle drum they draw in tight, becoming one the morning sun, chimes all is well night ogres retreat back into hell sharing soul and sweetened seeds two silver swirls on sapphire seas
There is one funny man I'd especially like to greet Over morning coffee I hope that we might meet He has a sense of humor that resounds with me Larry can make me laugh out loud with glee But he has more serious and lovely things to say I'd like to ask him how his poetry found its way His poetry is some of the best I've seen The way his mind works seems so very keen In our coffee plan there just is one little flaw I think he wants to bring his mother-in-law..... For Michael's contest...
Copyright © 2008 #104 9/26/2008 (rise) -at last- Freedom´s statesman in disguise rise, rise, rise from their lies. Will those stains always remain? Yes! Over three hundred years freedom souls have shed tears. That one would come not only for some. With solid vision making decision. Without the disguise of selfish political lies. Welcome home Mr. President it is you fate hath sent. America will regain its respect, and the economy will reflect A leader who had enough wisdom to embrace mankind´s freedom. by: LP
Just know that it's always on my mind Anytime you look I won't be hard to find Time and space placed between us can seem bittersweet I only pray that our time together now hasn't begun to deplete Honestly, I honor thee, a devotee All I ask is to believe in me Things and people change and I know I fear That you will get caught up in life and from mine disappear In total complete aspiration I have been tried and true I didn't search for diamonds or monetary things, I only wanted you Things haven't always been clear and feelings don't always exist But the memories we have experienced I will deeply miss My words have often times been gutsy, trust me But my intentions and actions have always been in great honesty One day I hope you find someone whose hand you desire to hold Let yourself become vulnerable and together you both grow old I've done all I could do, I'll let God do the rest Just know I'll always care for you and I wish you the very, very best.
I've learned about the Earth while I've watched it die, while getting facts and figures as to how and just why. And never understood why so many have lawns not noticing the animals and trees are gone. I'll vote for politicians if there's one I think is new, but truthfully I haven't given him a job to do. And now the food and clothing and a shelter built for two, is steak and suits and mansions filled with hummers for a coo. Our televisions tell us when something has gone wrong, and not of people doing things to help to keep us strong. I'm starting to get greener as my fears are getting worse. Yet waiting for an ending makes me think that it's a curse.
I wish I could sign a treaty, With my destiny, 'To make you mine forever' I would give away everything, I had ever! Living with you was most important, As rest everything was insignificant !
Let me metamorphose into my alter ego, so prepare yourself for a shock. I'm the great great grandson of Edgar Allen Poe, So call me the Poetic Warlock! Beware of my stare for I will hypnotize; This is a poetic warfare so get in your battle stance. This slam to you is just for exercise, so don't you dare sh#t your pants! This is just a poem to make a souper laugh; So boy I hope that's okay with you. After I'm done, I'll send you my autograph, because I don't wanna get too close to doo-doo! Don't you dare soup mail me again, looking to battle with me. Boy you know you can't win, you just want a souper to tattle on me! I've slammed you from here to Bangkok, and used several different poetic forms as well. You still haven't got enough of the Poetic Warlock, so now I am taking you to hell! I'm pulling a Charles Manson, so pick up a gun and put it to your head. On your grave I'll be break dancin, you're now dealin with a poetic thoroughbred! So to help you write a slam, you got help from your lil brother????!!! I'm pulling out the pentagram and putting a hex on you like no other!! You saw what I did to your teacher, and she took it beyond poetry. It was a triple - x feature, and I was at the center of envy! Why are you back for more embarrassment, are you a pain freak? Soupmailing me so much is borderline harrassment; next you'll be following my technique! No no you can't sniff my boxers dude, you need to step up off my jock! You know I tend to be a lil' crude for I am the Poetic Warlock! Boy I'm smoking you like a Cuban cigar, and the taste is bittersweet. This Halloween will be poetically bizarre, so TRICK - OR - TREAT!! *Response to my buddy and his lil' brother's slam;) SLAM?????? lol
As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with... As I sit here weaving my poetry Into the semblance of a book… I find that I must ask Gods' blessing… For the journey, that together we have took. I find I must bow my head in thought… Over this book that together we have wrought As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart… As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought. And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins… He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen. I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life's art. And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart.
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< left behind how divine his choosing my losing unfinished work must assert I truly understand " God's" choice in plan for " He " needs bigger wings to carry all my things and when those clouds spread eagle it will become finalized and legal my final destination will be "Heaven's" sensation and the reunion will be nil with family and friends lying still so for now I'll wait for my sweet "Lord" to set the date to return for only me in clouds more of three Entry For Catie Lindsey's Left Behind Contest Gl All
Here we go men! Into the valiant fight! Where men become men and cowards flee our sight! Iron will clang and feet will race; As bullets are thrown at a frightening pace! Men will be thrown and cries will be heard – As we fly our way through the smoke like a bird. But in the end we shall acquire our victory; And together we'll go down in the great epic of history!
Copyright © 2011 #307 9/Apr/2011 (0110hrs) Dedicated to all Special Operations' Operatives Worldwide Teams of Operators prepared for the call honed and strong willed standing tall. Shadows moving fearlessly in distant nights these spirits never falter from death's sight. Back home, they're not in headlines etched in time behind foreign lines. Year long deployments, and some dead shrouded in secrecy the headlines read. Seemed forever, did their loved ones wait not sure of their Warrior's return or fate. Suddenly, from a sleepless night shuddering from dream's fright. Hearing that doorbell ring unsure of what it'll bring. One Warrior is finally home downrange another gone. Their Badge of Courage within, carried with them until the end. by: LP April 9, 2011
When searching you must take care The answer is always out there Even if it's not what you are It's ok it'll only leave a scar The truth hurts when it can't justify Everything you've done and you're forced to ask why Take comfort in the thought That you probably won't be caught God is watching everyone You can't be judged because you've already won Religion is your veil Subject the naïve and you'll never fail What would Jesus do, If he were you? Would he still be a martyr then? Or would he be a footnote amongst the hearts of men? It is our ambitions, That can solve our ambitious contradictions The problems we face Are ours to erase God only measures as high As your will to survive
A masterpiece of comely art, you display in vivid forms. An intellect with a colossal heart, you shoot them out in swarms. Your utopian approach to life steals thunder from most men. While they coach in little league; you surpass them with your pen. A visionary with great sinew, you ride your valiant steed. A true poet - that is you; A successful man - indeed! This is to my friend in poetry: Michael D.
Explain to me the need for profanity Words we so generously speak When our mouths have the urge to just leak We defile and condemn Again and again As if we are uneducated fools That lack proper communication tools We are overly equipped with words to express our state of mind Yet,I am baffled by what my ears seem to so often find People never seem to damn themselves but don't mind damning God And sometimes I think I hear a prayer but it's a mindless facade For Jesus Christ made away for all mankind to repent Yet every day I hear some man scream his name into cement The day will come when we will be Accountable for what we so freely decree And I pled to all to manage their tongues Especially around our younger ones For they do what they watch And they say what they listen too Our mouths are swords that can cut and cause ridicule Self-control is what is in a recession And idolatry has become a common obsession Let's pause before we utter Words that hurt God and our fellow brothers Lets take a stand against cursing the divine For when we are in trouble we use that same mouth to ask him for a sign. By: Sabina Nicole
Introduction: It's a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It's something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant… A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother's plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father's prayer did transcend O' Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.
I can feel your eyes upon me; you are not welcome. I hurry to complete my tasks; you reckless phantom. Divine power raises its brow; I am never forgotten. Intervention is necessary by the one who's begotten. Freedom of expression is and will be prevalent. Consideration and understanding is never absent. Speak to me, O Lord, so that I may succumb oppression. Heal me from the pain which creates this depression. Lift me higher into your world, so I find peace and harmony. Take away their strength by weakening their defensive armory. This I pray as I sing in your glory; never denouncing You. This I pray for our country we decorated in red white and blue. This I will shout from every mountain, and every roof-top proclaim! As I walk in your bounty; feared with the power of your Holy Name!
Golly, where do I start when there are so many of them Some B-Movie actors but so many are gems The third movie he starred in was with Hannah in Splash A mermaid so cute, boy her squeals made me laugh The next one that secured me to liken this dude Was in Dragnet as Pep Streebeck, his acting so good Turner and Hooch to A League of Their Own You can tell by his acting that this actor has grown Then came the classics that brought him to the fore Sleepless in Seattle and Forrest Gump, Toy Story so adored Catch Me If You Can, The Terminal and The Da Vinci Code Oscars were sure to follow, to the podium he proudly strode The guy I have chosen, is the fabulous Tom Hanks In his role Saving Private Ryan, I say a warm-felt thanks
Fairer to white lily is beauty of pondering mind, Rather than lovely face, that we so apparently find, Sharpened through acquired extensive knowledge, Glory of sunrise, wisdom must one acknowledge, Nature's lap of luxury, I sit and think, Are we swindling hard on it, at a wink ? Took more than hundreds of years to evolve, Are we so quick ready to crudely dissolve ? Cultivated distant thoughts come to my mind, Romanticism to nature, why not unwind ? Global warming , pollution and deforestation, Can't we dedicate and devote to our nation ? Cruelty to animals, man's worst instinct, How many would we still make extinct ? Gender equality another real concern, How long will leave women to inside burn ? My beauty is only skin deep, to delight of a lover, Silky white gown, perfect choice of a ravisher !! Written on 28/5/14 Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst Contest- Distant thoughts
Such smile so rare that fascinates me; Bestowed in the angel, not so long, I've known. Like a lightning that strikes in the middle of the day, In my heart I, quickly, built a home of her own. An angel I've known not from a friend or a dream, Who has teased me so gently to put-off my heartaches and pains. She just befell in my solitude as I try to rebirth. And helped me forget the troubles and the things that I hate. How I love to hold her and offer her a throne For to me she is regal and deserves to be crowned. Before I could do it she has transformed to a form, The angel is now a flower before the break of the dawn. Behold! A contest erupts among the bees in the field, To hover upon this new flower the sunrise revealed. I could only sigh to the heavens to send a rare summer rain To nourish and sustain this lonely rose called Lene. Time & Date Written: 10:04pm - 10:33pm, February 17, 2008 Dedicated to: A.T. whom I had the chance to chat in the net when I was in Phnom Phen, Cambodia. The poem is written just for you, my special friend, whether we've only known each other through the net or by subconscious circumstances. And when age wrinkles your lovely face, you can always claim that once upon a time an obscure poet had purposely written a poem just for you. It was a one-time conversation(February 10, 2008) but her story struck me to the bones that I vowed responsibility to protect her, anyhow, if ever I will have the chance to meet her personally. The above poem is written on imaginary impression of her that if she ever deferred her dark plans and have the chance to remember me, and read what I wrote, she will know that to me or perhaps to other people she is special, desirable, and deserving of a happy life too.
Thank you dear / Debbie for / pointing out / my mistakes! Now I can / see where I've / been getting / out of step. "Statuesque" / was one of / my early / efforts and Then I had / not learned the / rhythms of /poetry. If I were / Writing it / now I'd be / tidier. I'd know my / dactyls and / iambs and / … other stuff … But since the / subject was / utterly / frivolous, Frankly Ms. / Guzzi, I / don't think I / give a damn! ....................... I thought my original entry in Debbie's meter contest was in dactylic tetrameters. Sadly it was not – but this one is!
~From the first moment~ (Rhyming Couplet) From the first moment I set my eyes on you my heart for you did glow My love for you ever since then just seems to continue steadly grow And when you looked at me that day I could only see Pure happiness for us forever, just together you and me I know our love can just take us anywhere, any place I always want to see everyday and everywhere your face I want you to know that forever and ever I just love you And that for you my love and devotion will never stray I am aware that life can be at times hard but God made it simpler When HE gave you to me and thats when all my pain was easier to bear And now you and will just belong here and beyond together I like to think that you and I for each other will always care I can't even stand the thought of my life without you now We were just meant to be together and let our love for each other glow. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 December,25,2014
The monster became a living, walking nightmare my dive into insanity, no longer perfect, containing a blank stare I should resist, the monster will find me, run away with me Pretend to hear my meager complaints, force me to see what I'm afraid to see Blame and guilt, volleying right and left, up and down It's crashing me closer, with every step, I'm falling to the ground It's all a game, just play along, play the game, play it well Brimming confidence, dissolved in thoughts, of what? I won't tell Demons, devil born souls, run quick, run fast, stand my ground No sense of fear, n sense of foreboding, not even a slight sound High speed, pursuit of hell, bent on going, bent on crashing Giving into the power, life's faster, lights flashing Crash and torment me again, my eyes close after all The beginning of the end for me, feeling numb after the fall Is there a way out? I'm different, distant and moved on Listen to the water, calling, coaxing into death, I'm gone Endless, empty cloud; dreamless oblivion; oxygen, exhalation Am I dead? Still alive? Broken into pieces, I need motivation Reality closes in, walls me in; until there's nothing there Death comes behind me, containing a blank stare.
I miss the way you pull me close and tell me it's all right I miss the way you stroke my hair and tell me not to cry As the years go by the memory of you starts to fade As if I'm stepping into the shade The look of your face I start to forget And I try not to fret I know your not here today But my world is turning gray You are in my heart though As I am beginning to grow You are in a better place now And for that I take a bow In memory of Charles Moser
In Arlington's tomb we tenderly keep, Unknown soldiers in eternal sleep... They fought and died for this great land, Now God is holding them in his hand.. All Americans with precious faces, Strong boys and men of different races.. They died without their family name, Unknown, no-one to make their claim.... Did their mothers proudly hold them tight? And fathers teach them wrong from right? We often come to place a wreath, In honor of the men who lie beneath.... We come to mourn and beat the drum, We call their names... we call Freedom.... . For the Name contest..
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The fear of failure got me scared, like my talent and God are not really there. Constantly drowning in a sea of doubt, as I'm afraid to tap into my potential and rise above the clouds. Inside me, personal ignorance builds a wall around my mind, blocking the streams of light that stop me from walking blind. But what fear fails to learn, is the self-taught courage that frees me to yearn. The will to thrive beyond the worry. and the humbleness to know; I'll never be God but I shall forever succeed through His glory. The future is an unknown place for me and you, but we will make it through, if we always keep a fearless point of view. For more poetry goodness visit www.checkmyflow.co.uk
A namesake for Virginia where she was born and raised She became known as Patsy and we became amazed Since she was young she wowed the folks with her distinctive voice It seems that she was born to sing,she didn't have a choice When she went walking after midnight she took us along Filled us with heartbreak when she fell to pieces in a song Patsy sang of guardian angels,and being crazy in love How could she know that far too soon she'd be called above She survived a car wreck and still she continued to sing Such a shining star she was with all the joy she'd bring Then it happened on a stormy night in sixty three Her plane crashed with no survivors near Nashville,Tennessee Patsy was but thirty one when she lost her life there Still,she's been an inspiration to singers everywhere Gone but not forgotten,she's one of the best we've known In heaven's band she sings now and she doesn't sing alone! for contest"Gone Too Soon" sponsored by Chris Matt
The first duo The candidate we can trust Manifesto reads War against corruption The second duo The best man for the jobs Manifesto reads The rule of law prevails The apex of the duo The life shortened The good interred With his bones Emerged from the interred Bones of the second goods The third duo Manifesto wears Re branding Nigeria and Nigerians Witnessing is dislocation Witnessing is development Of predators Maimings and murders Here and there The predators Is a celebrated gladiators The manifesto Is like glint Let there be Food on the table, Sleepiest sleepyhead, Foundation of a state Engaged youths Re brand served and serving Nigerians
You are strong and bold... Ageless stories go untold... Our soldiers will come home... To escape wars growing dome... We pray, you be strong... For our Nations freedom is not wrong
MYSTERY OCEAN The soft arms, the caring eyes - it's easily possible To find something of you that is tangible. In an ocean unknowably deep and vast Sailors will find a rock to make fast. Over the years together I call to mind How your main feature is just being kind: You're a teacher, or a mother, Or a friend, or a counsellor, And people who know you think that's clear - And of course you are all these things dear; But not everybody seems to get the subtlety That you are the touchstone of empathy - Concerned with everybody's trouble Yet never intrusive or forceful. The ocean's power is vastly more than that of a rock - A boat plunging in the sea can barely measure its stock. Your vessel is filled to overflowing with a generosity rare: Everything you do for another is with care, Done as if for yourself. Truth is, I don't always get it myself, And sometimes I just can't figure you out; But I know something's there and worth searching about For you speak the truth in every way And always mean just what you say. With a sense of love, justice, and purpose that sails Through the darkest wave-tossed gales. But even that doen't cover it complete. Your laughter light, and sense of adventure sweet, Is an ocean of porpoise and dolphins With splashing tails and tall proud fins, Leaping ahead of my plunging boat's prow, Diving to depth I never quite plumb somehow.
< my deepest passion outstretched wings of an eagle in fashion encircling his domain tride and true he remains sno-capped peaks for mate he seeks call of the wild imatate like a child fields of green crystal streams beyond horizon sun's new arising take me back home to where the eagle roams for the capture of ones flight is purity for ones watchful eye's sight so come join me on this excursion inspiration you'll be splurging I thank you my feather friend be safe until we meet once again for you hold your own glory as it's told in this tales story Entry For Amy Green's Contest My Deepest Passion G.L. All
Your brightness capture their attention. Twinkling under any situation. A group of intelligent and wise people, Always being attack by mouths like rifles. You are placed above anything else. That's why you are being threaten by someone else. Those of feeling witty, But their behavior shows they are really empty. Darkness can never let your shine be dimmed. Even when there's sun light you can be seen. A group of different bright stars, Yes you have made it so far! Far from what they can show. Better than their glow. Continue your brightness. Let their insecurity turn to madness.
With crimson stain on her hands Kneeling was her glorious stand Holy Mother cried for her son Wondering what they had done Bellowing clouds changing color Approaching the appointed hour What stone could seal our faith? His powers unlocked the gate Glorious ascension and praise His forgiveness shines with rays With crimson stain on her hands Kneeling was her glorious stand © Joseph, 5/16/08 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~ Third Place Winner Poieta Couplet Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand June 6, 2008 ~~~~~~~
Skaldaspillar arise you are only wounded, not slain in battle No raven feast today, so laugh, yell at the Valkyrie skedaddle You are better than they, for blues come and go, but write your ode You will conquer your foes, so rejoice, as they vanish into the starry cold Choose joy, joy again Skaldaspillar, the poetic voice within smile and write Lifted by the free spirit of the ancient flame, then destroyer of poets, fight Raise your pen of war, let the ink fly, spatter the paper door valiantly standing, until all your enemies are no more
Doggone it! Can't you believe it, it's happening again! Somone call off them dogs, because it's about to be a murderous sin! My fellow poets, Andrea Dietrich is a poet I admire. But in case you didn't know it, P.D. is a dog-face liar! A few poets soup mailed me and said, "Let sleeping dog's lie." But I just wanted to "Collabo" on a "dark fantasy" and be a poetic samurai! You lie down with dogs P. D., and you'll wake up with fleas. She laughed at my poetry then got strung by my poetic bees! I just wanted to end P.D.'s poetic career, not her death! But something is seriously wrong I fear and I think it's her dog breath! So Nathan Dilts steps in the mix, but his bark is worse than his bite. You can't teach an old dog new tricks, you poetic parasite! I told P.D. , "girl you like my doggy-style." But then again, it would be a sin to sleep with a reptile! Let me seal this with a kiss, so P. D. raise the write flag. I'm throwing Sidney in the abyss and sealing up my doggy-bag! *Wrote for the lovely Andrea Dietrich and her contest...The title will remain the same;)
How does one pick a single soul in a field of Flowers? God would find it rather hard with all of his powers There are so many beautiful people as we all know I'm finding it rather impossible to pick a single soul Even as I pen this one is coming clearly to my mind Michaela is a very rare gift that is impossible to find She is like a spiritual daughter that blesses my heart She has been a very special friend right from the start Her and my daughter Michaela share the same name I have chosen my very dear friend, Miss Michaela Payne When we first met on the site each of us was fairly new She was the essence of the word "pure" through and through Michaela is so pure of heart and she is so pure of soul Beaming with a beautiful innocence so few ever know It was really hard at first because these words are true I thought, "Someone like her doesn't need to know you" Sometimes in life the Lord brings together two souls As they each help each other understand their goals Through her friendship I was eventually able to see That there was still some good left up inside of me I truly doubt that Michaela could ever begin to know Beautiful blessing she has been up inside of my soul She knows that if ever she needs it I have a real good ear As I know my knowledge is something that she holds dear She knows what ever the subject I can offer sound advice For I haven't just seen it all, I have seen most of it twice Never know how good it feels for a tired old convict like me To help someone as beautifully innocent as a person can be I reckon that leaves this old man with just one last thing to say I hope my Michaela grows to be just like her some beautiful day This Poem is written for Christie's contest and i must say I found it so very hard to choose just one person to write about because I have truly been blessed by many wonderful friends on this site. God Bless you all
Two young children play outside the house, Inside a mother watches through windows folding a blouse. With the kids in the back she heads to the chair, When through the front window come soldiers, a pair. One is dressed like her husband the other more like a priest, Then came the knock, sounding like a relentless beast. Her mind said just leave them outside at the door standing, Her hand opened the door, on her knees she felt herself landing. The soldiers told of her husbands fate, Wanting them to just leave her tears could not wait. The two young children came in the backdoor, Seeing two soldiers and their mommy on the floor. The oldest asked mommy what is the matter, Come here my blessings, hugging, I will explain it later. Her world had flipped, turned upside down, He returned to her in a casket with a flag draped all around. They had to drive from the airport to their small country plot, She couldn't count the people lined along the road, but it was a lot. Each one waved a flag, some cried as if they knew her girls' dad, She'd never seen most of them, but seeing them now made her glad. She saw signs that read "Welcome home Hero" and she filled with pride, Even that couldn't stop the tears, at the gravesite she just cried. She stayed there saying goodbye, her family had to pull her away, She's glad they did for she wouldn't have left his side that day. She is exhausted, overwhelmed, she must sit down, Then she sees the photo of him in a Tux and her in a wedding gown. How could this be real, she's too young to be a widowed wife, He was her partner, best friend, the love of her life. Now the hours have past his vessel is in the ground, All the parties are leaving she's alone in their home, not a sound. She weeps in her chair alone in the dark no sound but the clock, God help her find strength, a way to move forward, after the knock.
everyone listens with silence in their hearts as the couple takes their vows before they depart
Gun slinger Matt Zinger Dressed in black Didn't come back High Noon Was Doomed Quick Draw McGraw Got A Rope Hung that dope Undertaker Called Dead Body Hauled Poured the whisky From Junction 60 Dead Man's Trail Where slingers failed
Beautiful people Under God's steeple Just reach out Stomp Holler Shout Let one know They're Loved So Inspirations Aspirations Show Em Representation Tell Em their doing a great job Never call them a big fat slob Lend them your ear Help wipe their tears Illuminate their thoughts Help them with their sought Open new doors Let less fortunate sleep on maple floors Spare a dime For you commuted no crime Break bread if you must For in God we trust So beautiful people shine on Come join all in this Heavenly bond
I wish I could be like Linda-Marie, Whose words are always filled with generosity. To say that she is a poet of repute, Is something none of us can ever refute. Her works are sometimes harshly gentle, And all could well adorn our mantle. Her personal writings are so deep indeed, I often wonder what might have planted that seed. She gives credit to those when credit is due, When she comments on a poem or two. I know that she takes us wherever she goes, Even to the beach, where the sand warms her toes. For so many of us know how this is true, I am not the only one who will extol her virtue, So, when it comes right down to the call, She has been there for us, each one and all. There are so many poets here who are worthy of note, She's told each one, in the words that she wrote. I didn't know just what I could say, About a person who is always writing away. But, I thought I needed to get a few lines in, So that I would not feel chagrined. The one thing that I have to say on my part, Yes, Linda, YOU are the Poetry Sweetheart!
The monitors above her head would flicker light around. The registers with type print on would say 'no price was found'. And Kathy stood behind the cash- a beakon crowned with cap to wish the people WELCOME. A smile with-out crap. A leopard bearing blue eyes, Kathy stood to serve. Her manners more expicit. Her bravery without nerve. An auburn light upon her. It bronzing her blond hair. Her torso come to teeter with patience and with flair. Surrounding her were donuts encased in white-lit glass. Where Kathy learned to gesture and glance at them with class. With prices all around her on menu's black and white. It's said that Kathy juggles a combo for a knight. But if you see her waiting, it's not for Mr. Right. It's under 20 minutes and her coffee's a delight.
advice that comes not once, but twice seemingly good enough to suffice but in my head- not quite as nice as fire in a chimney, but rather ice I never learn but always teach of many things I stand and preach my words, not soft or mushy like a peach pierce the soul as I give my speech and yet something small reaches me even past the fire in the daft chimney a spark of reason, so definitively pronounced that I may better see
Best Valentine Ever! Every day when I wake, I search to see your face, No one on earth could ever take your place. the first time I met you, I instantly fell in love, bright eyed prince charming, My baby from above. you fill my world with more light than the sun. My forever and ever Valentine, My Awesome son! so smart and so funny, I adore your smile, I love the games we play, you have incredible style. your handsome and intelligent, Mommy's little Man. I'll be your Valentine everyday, simply 'cuz I can! Mommy's proud to say I love you, we fit perfectly together, I'm also proud to say, YOU'RE THE BEST VALENTINE EVER!
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It's a new modern technical generation Still Mother love doesn't need a reason I desire to give a dedication as present Celebrate with Halloween as an accent Went with this thought to buy an outfit Fairies and Queens shown as best pick Suggested by friends to have eminent But feeling of soul is not just an element Struck with an idea to proceed ahead Prepare a Halloween of natural thread Traditional crimson red draped – Saree Ornament of natural flowers lined by Zari Ardor day for the selfless care of Mother Shelter to millions the whole world rather Perfect Halloween of no tales or fantasies Natural decor of unmentioned classics!
The death of a saint, a martyr to some The death of a hero, a husband to one A soldier turned humanitarian, he cared for all He attempted to hurdle that natural barrier, to climb that human wall To give up his dreams and aspirations To relinquish his will of self-preservation To benefit all of human kind To alter how we interact, to change our time Such a task he set upon with stalwart dedication He preached caring and forgiveness, not revenge or vindication He loved all regardless of their color, religion, or creed He served everyone, just as he had served his country With a fire and passion not seen in lesser men He truly understood what it meant to be human Yet not everyone shared his vision of peace More blood was spilled and the fighting did not cease He carried on despite the pain of knowing so much He often relied upon the love of his family for a crutch But there is a point at which every man breaks His feeling of failure overwhelmed his need to be great However even in his darkest hour, his hope did not falter His compassion was renewed with the help of a different altar A belief built upon the hope that people can change He had experienced so much, developed such a broad emotional range It seemed that he was ready to change us all What a tragic thing it is when greatness does fall Alone in the darkness of his room the killer did sit The hero was shot and killed by a man who was painfully desperate Seeking a greatness of his own He wasn't satisfied with the world he was shown And so died the dream of the hero, this saint The martyr departed and his fire burned faint Yet hope never dies It is in everything from the way we believe to a newborns cries We would do well to remember that ordinary people have had extraordinary dreams Amongst all this bloodshed there is more to life than it seems We are all here together, for what purpose we do not know However if we recognize those around us, we can always help each other grow To always be working towards that next step, to be supporting that re-birth For love is all around us and it is the most important thing on Earth
I haven't been writing as much lately as I'm working toward finishing my degree. I apologise for that but I promise good things to come! This one is for a good friend and co worker, Ben W. He's not a soppy poetry kinda guy, but he enjoys his pipe as much as I do. If you get this reference, you gain bonus points! -- Perched on a log; Old Toby sat; His furry feet, bare on his mat. He draws on his pipe; hot it glows; And blows smoke in such small O's. Silver whisps do take the night air, From a heated bowl; one to share. The scent of pipeweed; hints of spice; Burns through the stem, and soothes like ice. The heavy taste sleeps on his tongue; Teasing his heart; filling his lung. His head wanders to lands afar; The Elvish girl beneath her stars. He sips on his stem but twice more, Then tips the embers to the floor.
A Field of Blue and Thirteen Stars of White, Once pitted against all England's might. Courage shown by men who knew, "Royal Freedom" would never do. A hot July in Philadelphia town, Where a rebellion's seed would now be sown. Declared were freedoms all had sought, Only now to be won, by battles to be fought. "Don't Tread On Us" rose the cry, On that day, that hot July. But deaf ear turned to fisted hand, As Redcoats marched across the land. Invading brothers from across the sea, Scourged the land which sought liberty. The silent voices began to sing, Across our land, "Let Freedom Ring"! Amidst battles' shot, smoke, and shell, Many an innocent, along with patriot fell. Independence and Freedom were not easily obtained, Only after so many deaths, a courageous victory gained. So the Red Stripes were put on the flag for the blood, Spent again and again wherever Liberty stood. White Stripes were put on for the purity of soul, That this new nation put forth as a whole. O'er the years more Stars have been added to that Field of Blue, But many more of its sons had to die for Freedom to be true. Many say it's just a piece of cloth on a pole in the air, They remember not the sacrifices that allowed us to put it there. For strength comes from the people who live in this land, The stength that willingly offers others a hand. So, when the "Stars and Stripes" are raised above, I get a sensation of humility, of pride, of love. For the Flag that flies above us so high, Is one of greatness in strength and dignity. It flies as a beacon for all to see, That this is the land of Freedom's Opportunity. But that Freedom comes with a high price still, We have paid, and still pay more we will. And like those heroes of our past, "Old Glory" beckons us to meet that task.
Human nature the epitome of despair Ask around, does anybody care? The submissive to the strong and the strong to the circumstance Historically falling into the same traps by chance Prove a point by looking the other way Or step-up and change today The problem with living in this Democracy? We can't see the walls when we assume we're free When simple ideas are fed with simple lies The power overwhelms the opposition's cries We live to love Some obsessed with the power above The power of faith can blind Sometimes true answers are harder to find Criticism is an instinct Try to slow down and think The ideal for you Can't always be true The world can't change overnight But we'll never know if we never try
I believe in the protector of the dead. I see her every time I am there. When I'm sitting by your grave, thinking about the good times and bad. She sits on top of your headstone, as the most beautiful bird ever known. Her dark feathers shines in the moonlight, her eyes dark as coal. She stares into my eyes when she near, giving me a message very clear. "Oh, my death Raven... You have taken upon yourself to do this, to protect the ones that are gone. I love how you are close so now we know their never alone. I truly love you as a friend, and I hope you're here in the end. My dear Raven, understand you are always in my head." You have to understand that this is forever. She knows what to do because she is clever. No, She will never leave. You would just have to believe. She made this as her duty Cause she feels right where she belongs.
Secluded in darkness just with one kiss everything brightens arms are made of tenderness nightmares can be treacherous just one kiss my world is fill with bliss heavy and sudden rain just with one kiss she ease my pain you are a walking miracle with every kiss To comfort and to care. Your love follows me everywhere
John Wayne movies have been a thing of mine, But my "Top Ten" I think divine. "Rio Bravo" as number one I rate, The "Duke" and the cast were just great. "The Searchers" is a close number two, His unique portrayal of a troubled character so true. "The Quiet Man" is next in line, I have to see it, come St. Patty's time. Number Four would be "True Grit" He won an "Oscar" for his role in it. At number five is "The Shootist" for me, The old gunfighter facing personal tragedy. "Red River" comes in sixth I'd say, From young man to old in less than a day. Seventh to "The Sands of Iwo Jima" would go, A reminder of the sacrifices our parents would know. "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence" comes in number eight, "Tom Donovan", a portrayal of values and love just great. "North To Alaska" forget I would not dare, The role he played with such comic flare. "They Were Expendable" rounds out my ten, The action and heroism portrayed then. But I have to admit that this ten was hard to come by, As he made so many great films...to my minds eye. "Wings of Eagles", "In Harm's Way", "The Commancheros" all are there, Not to mention "She Wore A Yellow Ribbon" would not be fair. Let's not forget his breaktrough role in "Stagecoach" when John Ford picked him to be one of his "Top Ten". Oh, I could go on and on about the movies he made, But it was the American character that he displayed. Maybe that's what is missing from our lives today, A man that will stand for something, and lives as he'd say. As movies for us are but a relief, Especially in these times of grief. "The Duke" was a man who lived life and the American Dream, A dream that he captured, time and again on the "Silver Screen".
"What is their secret?" it is no secret at all If you would have heeded the call Living longer than the atheist no wonder their secular atheistic stats a blunder Showing less crime for they have the sheep scared of a government that never sleeps A true Christian does so much less crime persecution they will suffer told afore time The violence done to them no big secret but as the begin so comes the end history repeats Holding better promises than this world can offer better way of life a place above an enduring coffer Not afraid to die for their faith free from fear of death the Lord Jesus breathed upon us His loving breath Violence done to the image of God I love my brother's seen You know not my Father but a brother you could have been I forgive them all Father they know not your secret like the apostle Paul until you showed your marvelous light "What is their secret?" It is no secret at all - * A Chinese Communist, who delivered many Christians to their execution, came to a pastor and said: "I've seen many of you die. The Christians die differently. What is their secret?"
In Memorium...originally written September 2001 We can only imagine your terrible fear When you knew the end of life drew near But you found such strength-you stood so tall With undying courage you gave your all For the fight of freedom in the face of death You saved so many with your last breath Now you travel through Heaven with light in your soul While we will never forget "Let's Roll"
I feel so tired, so wasted, so tough; But what I'm doing is good for me, although it can be rough. Its times like these when morale collapses, And emotion flows out from tucked away stashes. I feel so beaten, so lonesome, so loved; My soul is near complete, but I am missing one dove. For a volley of birds is what keeps me on high, And with missing just one, I will sink from the sky. To pull myself back up to the clouds however, I must give up more energy, and expel more than ever. For with great courage comes great reward, Now I shall rise from my knee and look up to the lord.
never met a dream come true such as you once again God proved me wrong and proved that His Word is True you showed me a different way to view this abstract world you made me be still and look when all i did was trample, flip, fall, and twirl the passion of your sincerity hit me in the head like a tasteful flavor for the first time in my life i felt as if i was truly in God's Favor the journeys and the excursions are amazing adventures i will never forget i pray to God that we will have more experiences that we will never regret once upon a time i thought the picture in my head was the correct assumption now i know that true beauty is defined by the simpler ways that i am able to function with that i say thank you from the most sincere part of my heart with the hopes that our unique bond and friendship is infinite and our foundation will never part
Dearest, sweetest, Genovive, I pray that you will see, The beauty of earth's many wonders, I pray that you'll believe. When you look upon the ripples of the pond's great mass, I beg that you would see your beauty, free to fly at last. Beauty lies within your soul, and it's not hard to see, And when you gaze at your reflection, you're gazing back at me. Because you will be of my flesh, and you'll be of my bone, Just remember when you glare, you're not staring alone. When you one day are blessed to us, when our family is built, We'll keep you safe, we'll keep you warm, wrap you in finest silks. And if you're wondering, Genovive, if you are truely loved, Just look down at your sweet reflection, you'll always be enough. By Chelsea Stufleben
Rhoda gave me a gift She gave my spirit a lift But at her hurt or dismay This act came into play Rhoda gave me membership As she was leaving the ship I do not know why she left She said it was complicated I'm bereft My gain and her loss A gift at a great cost
"Served and protected by Natures blessings" Perched upon the rocks, chapel sits so proud. No sermons delivered, though honored so loud. Ocean surrounded, doves perched on steeple. Singing sweet hymns instead of people, They serve another congregation you see. Seagulls approach near chapel of the sea. Other creatures from below swim around. Securing charisma of belief abound. Heaven shines down upon chapel in light. Beacon from lighthouse shines within night, Glorifying abundantly, love, peace and harmony, Doves singing chorus heard as an odyssey. Untouched by human subversion in decades, Starlight Angels stand watch in guardian parades. written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~ Contest Name The Church By The Ocean Date written 09/30/2011
You came down the aisle and took my hand, We exchanged rings with a vow, so now here we stand. The first few years we spent our time, You sharing my reasons; Me learning your rhymes. The children came...binding us closer together, Our family's boat has sailed in all kinds of weather. We felt the bumps, the heat, the joys, the toil, It was all worth it, as we now look back and smile. Our children grew and we watched them with pride, As only parents can know...from down deep inside. As we see them start down life's path on their own, We remember the work in getting them grown. Silver marks this day at last, Has it really been so many years past? In looking back on our love we can say, We wouldn't have wanted it, any other way. For forever young will our hearts be now, As on that day, when we promised love's vow.
Babies, Babies Like to get rabies. That's the way babies rock. Writers, Writers Like nice highlighters. That's the way Writers rock.
Here lies the Poetic Warlock, a poetic rhyme slayer; From the U.S. to Bangkok, he was an international game player! He was born Jimmy M. Anderson, and he overcame all adversaries. His slams were very contemporary, and his word-play was extraordinary! He was the great, great grandson of the legendary Edgar Allen Poe. His poetic guns had more ammo than the military and yet he was kinda a Romeo! He chased the ladies, like Georgie Porgy Puddin Pie. It is said, he was born in Hades, and that's why he was a demonic poetic samurai!! Wrote strictly for Andrea Dietrich contest "Poetic Epitaph"
It seems more than a lifetime ago Oh, innocents, how were we to know Where our divergent paths would lead How different our goals and needs We come here tonight to revisit our past Knowing well this moment cannot last But for this special time we'll see A reflection of who we used to be Our faces worn by the passage of time And all the mountains we had to climb Some are missing, we hold them dear Not forgotten, in memory they are near So dear class, that was out time in the sun So bittersweet to be with you, each and everyone.... Written for my upcoming class reunion..
My sky is black and so is yours, The cold sea rushes upon our shores. I love you dear, we'll run away, We'll run until our heart fades grey. Their love is lost but ours is here, We'll save our love throughout the years. And as we confess our true love, Our black sky stares from up above. The sky is jealous of our pair, She's jealous of the love we share. But she cant hurt us, don't you see, We'll run away until we're free.
Pegasus of thy night Take me away from this eartly plight Lay down your golden reigns Let me climb aboard your mythical train Stars and moon's cresant's dance Illuminating to others who gets this chance Gold dust sprinkles in your hair Closed eyes for take me there Up Up and away we go Pegasus take it nice and slow Lustrious valleys and sno-capped peaks Sparkling blue waters for which I seek Just you and me my mountain friend Taking this journey till the very end As I lay my head upon your shoulders For I feel their turning so much colder Cannot feel from my head to foot This dust sprinkle had turn to soot I'm decending fast and furious Woke up from dream being more curious
I read of great men of old I read of great triumphs they told From whence they nursed their deeds Through toil secured their needs Then I think of all my dreams The battles I have to fight it seems For great triumphs stand for all to see And someday people will read of me
Being broken hearted happens every where to every one Does it always mean every one changes their idea or tone? Everyone has "the one" out there for them Why wouldnt they have the one, everyone is a gem to someone Why is there hearts in people it will only hurt you at the end it gets broken at the end of the day it doesn't matter what you do Don't leave any one broken hearted it will only tare yourself apart Being broken hearted happens every where to every one Does it always mean every one changes their idea or tone?
I thought that I loved you, I loved you so much. Supporting your life, I was your only crutch. I wrote you my songs, begged you'd sing along, I tried oh, so hard for you, now know it was wrong. I begged you before, to not leave my side, but you stole my hope from me, why would you lie? You've broken my heart, all done in such pride, This rough bumpy road was not worth the ride. I gave you my all, you still didn't care, Not allowed to be sad, which just isn't fair. I stood up for you, I rooted for you, Heck, I was enrolled at a hospital for you. At one point I pleaded, please dearest don't cry, But now your forgotten, won't care when you die. You're out of my life, and it's for the better, Cuz I don't deserve all the hardships we've whethered. You talk bout self worth, you speak now of life, But you've only left me with this pain and strife. I now know your heart, no, you never cared, Cuz you wouldnt help me, no matter how scared. I'm done wasting time, I'm saving my breath, Cuz darling you would have lead me to my death.
There is a way, a middle path Where love moves stay in truth enough. There is a bliss in sure release; Here 'All That Is' waits to gift peace. The Christ once said: Peace be with you. Our glimpse is paid in loving cues. The Christ did state: Love is the law. Enter the gate through love not flaws. The middle way of love works best; Act, feel and say to pass life's test. Stay on the course with loving heart; The sum of cause to end each start. May all your days on earthly shores Become the way to Spirit's core. Start now this day to know your heart In work and play that shape soul's art. Be of good cheer for faith finds hope As love lives here to fund your scope. Leon Enriquez 11 Apr 2014 Singapore
Pedestal tables: above a bright light. Pedestal tables: a glow of soft white. Scattered though even gracefuly bloom. Elegant tables around a great room. Chairs on their precipice tucked to their tables. Pensive and inclined like horses in their stables. Plants Hanging poignant; green and cut back. Filling a ballroom with quaint and with smack. Off to one side an encasement of donuts. Monitors, tv's and ads for us grownups. Muffins and cookies that brown to a gloss. Baked at three-fifty and checked by the boss. Pots of black cofffee served fresh by the minutes. Enough for us all. Right up to the kibitz. Brown peaked hats adorn those who beam. The men and the women. of The Tim Horton's Team.
A shapely Spruce or Cypress to dress A coiffed girdle the base to caress String of lights bristling foliage to redress A twinkling symphony to luminesce Pristine pine cones providing a rustic essence Gilded ornaments to infuse decadence Frothy snow exhibiting a natural opalescence Silver icicles streaming a fabricated opulence Baked Gingerbread men enshrining traditional precedence Designer candy canes paying homage to formulated transcendence A translucent star mirroring seasonal transience A crowning angel; a shrine of everlasting reverence
Wake up America, Arise from your slumber Media has desensitized your minds We live in a new world of technology that has made you colorblind Meaningless, with deeper meaning Music lyrics have been subconsciously stealing While you think it's the beat you are feeling Listen to the words and then tell me if it's still appealing Even Movies have brainwashed your judgment of what's ok Too many people are sitting back, watching our ethics slip away. The Government has helped us all too simply learn to accept While gradually breaking down the family structure, many have just slept. No longer can we allow these planted seeds of lies to continue to grow This is real reality, not some entertainment show Our children are not aware That their future is in for a scare Our youth are looking for role models and leaders They have become susceptible to idolize bottom feeders Wake up America, We need a real change Bring back integrity, morals and stop being estrange They keep us busy in televised drama Currently immune, with no proper armor While people are starving and walking around half alive They are plotting our nation's permanent demise Sex trafficking is at a an all-time high Wealthy men are raping young girls in America and when they are done with them they watch them die! Poverty and greed is causing drug dealers to lead A generation of angry lost young man Creating baby's that start the cycle again The more eyes that now see The more we can be Brought back to truth and sanity The rich are getting richer and the working class have grown tired Democracy is being set on fire You may question what you can do If everyday each person changed just one view We would be able to recover what has been lost and start bran new The people need to take a stand and vote like they really care We must join together, use our voice, and remind them we are still there. BY: Sabina Nicole Written: 1-1-12
Excitement is running through my mind at this point, It is hard to control so much When something so honorable, Happens to come across For me personally, It was the proposition From a contest by, World Poetry Movement In which I entered in, And received a letter back Stating that my poem, Had made it to the next level But that is not all, Oh no What's more is that they informed me, That they were publishing that very poem In a book titled "Stars In Our Hearts" Which is to be published in August this year I hope each and every one who happens to read this, May read my poem "The Beat of the Heart" In the book. Thank You.
my main remedy is you in many a volume you cure me of the sharp edges of my center in every column when the sport of existence is hard to maintain you form a unit with me so we can become one sane brain
happy am i to scream and shout my everlasting love for you as i stick my chest out excitement extends beautification like laughter in the rain happiness provides hope and dissipates all that causes pain what is inevitable in life is now a delicate feather so lightweight how i love the way to bring me to this of so content state i know i will enjoy this cool water forever with you for you put on no airs and the nature of your love is so true
It's New York's very own, Making Poetry-Soup his home. For we all know his caring heart, From his loving, caring, honest remarks. Not only does he remodel homes, His watchful eye loves to roam, On Poetry-Soup late at night, To bring us humor and delight. There's times he speaks of things, That pulls on our heartstrings. He's his own masterpiece, With loving beauty that'll never cease. I read his comments everyday, And love what he has to say. Michael Torres you're our friend, Someone special I'd recommend. You're a kind and loving soul, That we've all come to know. And a fine contemporary bard, This poem's for you, with my regards. Michael, this poem is for you and it's my way to thank you for all of your beautiful and loving comments. You have been a blessing and an inspiration in our lives and in our poetic journeys. Your love overflows in every area of your life. Poetry Soup would definitely not be the same without you, my friend. I hope my words are accurate to some degree, if not drop me a comment and I will correct them, Your poetry and comments are more than a piece of literature, They're more like the chronicles of Michael Torres. With love, peace, and respect from one poet to another...Raul Moreno
Feet will ache and shoulders are sore, From the labors this night that they bore. Still a smile must they show, To those who come to this abode. With diligence and steady hand, Orders are taken at others' command. So to the fry of a kitchen hot, They carry the message of who ordered what. Then, again, they look for people anew, Who come for service, food, and perhaps a brew. When the fare is well is well prepared, the kitchen bell will sing, Beckoning them to serve again, as they dance with haste to its ring. They wait to serve and serve and wait, They smile to even the rudest of pait. They are at each costomer's beckoning, Silently praying, there be a reckoning. So wait they will and wait they must, So, you'll broaden they're smiles I trust. For good service, put a smile upon their lips, Be generous with your tips!
you see the good in me, and that is good enough my one track mind once had a one track mind, and to crack through it was mighty tough however i got older, and my being experienced some scars at the time that you entered my life, i was beginning to grow under the sun and stars i learned to appreciate the beauty of being admired for self for when God's Blessings are truly accepted, one does indeed gain Great Wealth ever since i allowed my mind to open, i have seen things only realized in my dreams i now pray for many more experiences with you, and all colors are brighter so it seems
I was a follower A coward, Just trying to fit in In this busy, busy empire Then I met a person, who believed she had it all not in the bad way, as you would suppose She gave me some advice, Can you guess what it was? Simple and plain, Just powerful enough: She said if you hold your head up high But not so far That your nose is in the sky... If you're proud of what you acquire, Your confidence shoots higher If you speak up, voice your opinion, Let people know that you're not just another minion... If you be who you want to, And forget the people who say it's not you... And if you are kind to others, Especially your mother YOU are a leader. You ARE a leader. You are a LEADER. If you stand up for the people that you may not even know Tell that ignorant harasser just to get up and go If you know where you should be, There's a whole lot you can see If others think you're worth nothing, Show them they're wrong by saying "You're wasting your time by trying to waste mine!" And just walk away Make sure to tell them That You're a leader, But what are they?
Six months have gone by, Six months I have tried, my heart has grown so much, Encouraged by your touch I no longer have fear, Because I know your here. Broken bones have been unhealed, But you had shown true love revealed. I now know that I'm not alone, My voice a\has found a brand new tone. Opened my eyes and made me see, That there's a heart beating in me. You give me hope, now i believe, That you won't lie, you won't decieve. I also know that you're the one, Into our empty bliss we'll run.
The same tree blossoms that stands bare. The same silhouette against sunrise and sunset. The same tree stands in May that stands in December, Once delicate with buds, and then with frost, bitter. Spring to autumn, then to winter. Fruit will ripen, bark will splinter. Wisdom of nature, not of men, We learn, we lose, not comprehend.
100 years,you slept. 100 years of dreams and nightmares, but now you are risen now you are home. I've waited in the shadows. I've broken a few hearts. Because mine was dust, mine was crushed. I never wanted anyone. I never felt this pain, But the more im with you, The weaker I became. I became your victim. I became your slave, But we just love each other That we don't care. Now here you are 100 years later with me on the shore. We stand close, looking at each others eyes for a 100 years more.
Once I found myself with my back against the wall Trying hard to contemplate the meaning of it all It was then I bowed my head and ask of the Lord Is it better for a man to use the cross or the sword The answer came as suddenly as a bolt of light There are times in this life that a man must fight Instead of fighting with our fist we fight with our prayer Ask of the Lord and his guidence will be there I've laid down my boots and said bye to my gloves Let the hate leave my heart so it could fill with love Love is the most beautiful thing we could ever know For it is the thing that binds the heart to the soul As I bring an end to this little rhyme You are about to read the love story of all time For the love of the Lord simply can't be beat What good is the A-1 sauce if we have no meat? As this poem reaches its end I hope I have clearly written Offer yourself unto the Lord and become as precious as a kitten I would like to dedicate this poem to my dear friend who is precious as the kittens that she so dearly loves. Rhoda this one is for you. I thank you for the love and support you have shown my family and I.
On August 28th Nineteen Sixty Eight That day God gave me a clean wiped slate. God pardoned me from a lifetime of sin Under the blood and not remembered again. It was like a Mulligan in the game of golf A do-over in life, causing others to scoff; Friends failed to see, it was nothing I'd done But I'd accepted Jesus, God's only son. The cancer that once had my body bound In an instant was gone and I was made sound. He's placed in my path those whom I love deep Giving me a desire to share and eyes that weep. He put things in my heart beyond my understanding From that day forth, I've found life less demanding.
as I lie in this womb for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon da beat beat beat and da tapping of tiny feet attached cord was my mighty sword words of disgrace embedded in my taste drug of ill fath served on my plate you have rather me died than to hear my wimper and cries I could of made you proud instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud now I am someone else's angel wearing a nice shinny golden halo as my unspoken words goes out to you I hope your next child won't have to go through this too Tribute To The Unborn Entery For Raul Moreno's Unspoken Words Contest GL All
i can sleep at night now and wake up rested i no longer have those dreams where my sincerity is tested the impact that you have had on me is as apparent as morning i now have no need for an alarm of personal warning watching you sleep, i feel blessed like it's my Birthday you give me butterflies like it is some type of first day renewed am i, and again i believe that God does exist and to think, you were the one that i almost did miss now i always rejoice when i think about the times we had i admit that i was wrong....loving you is not so bad
Lights Crackling embers serenade the hearth Twinkling lights symphony to the heart Tree Shapely Tree signifies an organic symmetry Burnished decorations denote a cultivated empathy Wreaths Embezzled twines commemorate primitive instincts Embossed twigs celebrate a nurtured path Spirits Crystal glasses shelter our warmth Spiced brandy shivers our senses Carols Yule tide carols enshrine distant refrains Merry melodies embrace colloquial strains Presents Carefully wrapped gifts conceal our joy Materialistic desires bare our soul Festive Clothing Colorful pastels cloak bright spirits Embossed emblems shroud jaundiced minds
Do you want to hear a story, perhaps an anecdote or two . . . There is a place to do it, when life caves in on you. There is a group of people who share their lives today . . . I found them only by happy circumstance, as I was traveling this way. They get together once a month, to tell tales of their past . . . Each one in their particular way have stories that will last. Each one could talk for hours on end, and there would be no lulls . . . For the times and places they have been, are etched upon their souls. Their pleasure in remembering is a joy to all who hear . . . We like to listen to the tales they tell, they give us all a cheer. The lives they have led, the people they've known, the places they've been to . . . Are celebrated with us each month, as if we'd been there too. The moments in time that in our hasty lives, we often will forget . . . Are cherished now as memories, especially the ones we seem to fret. Memories, I know, are not for us alone and need to be shared . . . Even the ones we don't want to think on, the ones that made us scared. The stories they share with us are not just a reason for rhyme . . . But I wanted each of them to know, how much I enjoy this time. Because of them, I have remembered so many things of my own past . . . Times that I'd forgotten, but have come back to me at last. The darkest corners of memory are brightened by their chat . . . I, for one, know I will always be grateful for that. Our thought are put in new perspective - even the darkest ones we save . . . But however dark and grim they are, as memories they behave. To all the MEMORY MAKERS present and past who grace us all this way . . . This rhyme is for you, "Thank You" for sharing your lives with us, past, present, and today.
no other movement feels like this no other soothing stroke equals this bliss there is only one comparison agreeable to me that is the unconditional loyalty of thee heal my sanity and lubricate my chassis humble my vanity and upgrade me from ashy to classy thank you for giving me a gift of the rarest of forms for the bond the we created and will strengthen will surely weather even the mightiest of storms....
solid foundation standing tall and proud erect is your stance quietly firm but never needlessly loud i watch you as you create pictures for your own kind of frame it is because of you that makes me want to do the same heaven must have made you in a special room secluded from the rest the angels put you through the most difficult of tests when you made it through every kind of weather, you found yourself respected no type of shady business or enhancement assistance was ever detected now there you go and there you surely are the greatest inspiration to many and to countless more a superstar
i never worry about the why and the how i do not even attempt to even raise an eyebrow i just give God thanks that you just do as i place the latest flowers on your grave, i sincerely say thank you
when took a trip to the mall to touch the statues and the wall where all the names, etched in deep of lives lost, remembrances to keep and those greyed with that-day mind come to remember or put behind the ghosts of theirs killed that day amends awakened to come and say a prayer for the known and the not and cry a tear for what they've got that seems was given at high cost of friends and strangers futures lost vets want the rest to know their pride and grieve with them for all that died © Goode Guy 2011-11-12
Gotta go down to Heaven's Jublee store To buy a speical gift for the one I adore Doesn't matter if it's big or small She won't care at all Just as long it comes from me I know she'll be totaly happy Jenny is her name So I have to think of something insane Maybe a doll Or some kind of ball I know it's gotta be pink Or she'll think it will stink She loves the moon and stars And how they twinkle from the galaxe so far So maybe something glittery For someone else to come see Awe there you are Hiding under barbies car Aw shucks only one left Someone could call this a theft A bargin deal on this star shaped pillow To rest her little head under our wheeping willow Now to give it a name Not to name it would be such a shame So I'll call it my little princess of the stars Because it fits her boldness by far
Tom you may be gone but these words are true There was a wonderful legacy left here by you This is the first Christmas since you passed away Everyone I ask "Lets take a moment to pray" Lets not mention the pain and all we have lost For every life has a price and death is the cost Lets all be thankful because these words are true Tom Bell was a blessing to everyone he knew He was more than a poet he was a mentor and a friend Always so kind and witty with the advice he would lend As I would read his comments I could imagine his smile He is one who never let me doubt my soul was worthwhile I penned this couplet though it's a community message I send Merry Christmas we love you and treasure your memory our friend
sentimentality has its place it's in my heart, it's on your face in an edict of government, for a hungry child in the middle of nowhere, all windy and wild it's in scraped skies over citied tall buildings it's on the Louvre's walls surrounded by gilding it's buzzing the field of breeze-blown wheat at the photo-finish of a horserace dead heat it lies with the dog quietly resting by the door the cat's contented purr, the babies quiet snore it's in the oven, warming with scents it's under the tree, wrapped in presents it's written in stories we've all known for years it's in people you know in your daily spheres it's right here, on this screen that you're reading it's after, and now, and time since proceeding it's in her hair, with its satin-soft sheen her coy smile at you, if you know what I mean it's in his brash boast with eased confidence to do something of import with good consequence it's kissing your lips, warm and alluring it's filling your heart and quietly assuring it's sunning itself, on sweating work days it's enjoying each other in so many ways it's in the glint of light shown on my eyes, to this life lived full, and what it implies © Goode Guy 2011-11-13
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. But before I do, please allow me to pray. For just as the sky has one brightest star. I'm forever in love with the person you are. Your heart is compassion in its truest form. Your lips are moist, tender and warm. Your eyes are as deep as deep can go. The kindest person I ever did know. Your soul is one that shines so bright. It gave me the desire to want to live right. You're a Grandmother, Mother, Wife and lover. Who holds a grace and beauty like no other. When my life was as dark as dark could be. Your love led me to the Lord, which set me free. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Sweetheart, that feat shall take the rest of my days. Written for Tracy Decker's "Inspired by the Masters" Poetry contest. Elizabeth Browning's, "How Do I Love Thee"
Here are a few facts to which I believe You must first come before you can leave You must laugh to also cry Many people live long after they die The circle of life encompasses all seasons Everything that happens, happens for a reason If you never lose it means nothing to win Crucifying Jesus is mans greatest sin To truly change you must first regret There is no truer love than that of a pet With-in every heart is a blossoming seed And love is something that we all need The simple things should matter the most There truly is a Father, Son and Holy Ghost That the tiniest lie is the greatest sin Everyone you greet you should greet with a grin Satan attacks us through our mind As ignorance keeps many people blind The most heartwarming gift is one that is free As the Lord loves you he also loves me The thing I believe, I believe is most true The world's greatest gift is the gift of you Dedicated to the reader. Never doubt you are a blessing who deserves Gods forgiving love.
There was a Boy Scout who had an idea Swing set for children who he though dear They could not swing the ordinary way Needed more stability so that they could play This Boy Scout worked on his invisible dream Now this swing set can be visibily seen Children in wheel chairs flying through air Delighted and excited with wind in their hair With giggles aloud and smiles on their face This Boy Scout brought pride to human race
Kudos is a complement, which I would like to mention. I'll mention folks who've earned them, that is my intention! First is the Police force, whose job is too protect. They often face real danger and should have our respect. Next, would be our Firemen, their duties are assorted. Always ready to react, to any crisis that's reported! Our military folks are next, they must not go unmentioned. Thousands lay their lives on-the-line and they deserve our full attention! Our teachers too deserve a nod, they've earned our recognition. They help to mold our childrens minds, to promote a mature transition. There are many more to thank and praise, like doctors, clerks and nurses. But for me to mention everyone, I'd need way too many verses. So lets just take time to thank them, and let them know we care, and now and then, on their behalf, lets say a little prayer!
Will ye my lad, come sail with me Cresting softly the swelling sea? Hand to the oar, and face to the bow Sail we the ocean, high wave and low. The wind at our cheek, the briny sea's dip Rocks our frail bark, and threatens our ship. The heave of the wave, our watery bower, Lulls us at night with its sleepy power. Day after day sweep we the earth, 'Till safe we sail to our launching berth. The lightning above, the worrisome gale, None hinder us as onward we sail. Straight and true, our craft does soar Paddle we fast, spreading our oar. Will ye my lad come sail with me? None hath lived so wondrously free! All fears behind, great joy to espy, Cruise we to glory, both you and I!
There is a tropical atmosphere...although it is far away Because there is warmth of feeling - that will never decay. The one is of termperature...and in the Southern Seas The other is here with us today - and has more meaning for me. The islands out in the Pacific...have a beauty about each one The ones that are here today - are far more beautiful than all of them. The Islands are a home to many...and visitors are never few But the islands that I think about - are always coming back to you. God place Hawaii...as a physical paradise God plaed all of you here in our family - to help each other thru life. I have been to the islands of Hawaii...and may go back again, sometime But I will never have enough of my family - to help to share this rhyme. For I have learned that Family...though we seldom meet Are the islands in my life - that I will always need. So, I thank God for each one of you...and pray for you each day Because I love each one of you islands - and that's all I have to say! (Written to honor my family at our reunion this month)
You and the Lord have helped me rise above You and the Lord filled my heart with love It was no easy chore for I was full of hate Searching for something to help me change my fate The Lord led me to you removing any doubt As the trials come and go we will work them out The Lord is my Shepard and you are my heart It's written in the scrolls of time we will never part As I ponder the love we share it is clear as can be The Lord broke the mold then offered you to me Whatever anybody thinks it truly matters not For on whatever scales they use, I love you a lot The love and respect we share is way off the chart Tell me, can we measure the depths of our heart No sacrifice is to great I will make them all I think one brick at a time is how to build the wall You know that I love to build as well as create The blessing of it all is it took away the hate The beauty of it all as clear as can be You are the fire of desire burning inside of me
My Dear, I tell you in words, that I love you true. Sometimes I feel that is not enough, just for you. So I am writing this letter in rhyme from my heart. Though I show you, I love you, on every days start. This is not sufficient, for one that gloriously divine. Adequate expressions are lost to describe, .love of mine. Gifts unavailable to express, all that I have received. My Dear, delivering my treasures, completely as conceived. Each night my goal, to slowly fulfill your expectations, Together our souls; will discover such exploitations.
Her eyes were as beautiful as they could be A puppy dog's frown looking back at me As they smiled they truly danced with life Those big brown eyes of my beautiful wife I sat behind glass as they filled with tears Scared and alone her eyes danced with fear The depth of her eyes expressed all of the pain Dancing all around me I could feel their shame But when they met mine these words are true Beauty of their love broke me completely into I gazed into her eyes into the depths of her soul Lost up inside those eyes I had found my goal It totally broke my spirit as I realized her pain The thought of it drove me completely insane Over sixty months later when mine got set free Can you guess what eyes were waiting for me? Two beautiful eyes that were so deep and brown Now had a beautiful sparkling puppy dog frown They also had a sternness I had never seen Saying the only way to us is by staying clean All these years later, eyes still as deep as a well I am still lost in their beauty, bound to their spell Telling me good morning as we start another day Her eyes shine with so much love in a beautiful way Sometimes in life we try to be all that we can be I didn't pick her eyes because her eyes picked me I am lost in the treasure of her beauty and grace I reckon beautiful eyes deserve a beautiful face Expanding on her beautiful eyes that mirror her soul Is no less than my life's honor and a beautiful goal Written for Sami's contest
skies of presun orange is a lovely guarantee that this day in the life will be one for joyous jubilee when you come along with your zest and natural essence i cannot help the rare smile that suddenly appears at the simplicity of your presence we begin our day like we end it all the same by becoming lazy bums in with in apologetic hint or shame just the pleasure of your company fully completes the plans for my festivity the divine blessing of you alone is one of God's best gifts to me
I love you because... I argue and shout down every head on the screen. You listen and nod when you really should scream. I rarely pick up or put all my clothes in their place. You calmly arrange them up with an impassive face. I lose my keys, my wallet and the hair on my head. You find the first two and others and all before bed. I'm hungry, I'm sickly, and I'm so down on myself. You feed me, you hold me, nurse me back to heath. I'm sleepy, I'm depressed, sometimes I don't care. You're snappy, hard working, believe in what's fair. What can one overused, overripe word ever say? You show me its' meaning with each passing day.
On my day's journey Think going to a basketball tourney Stopped by sisters house It was as quiet as a mouse Out in her garden she sits Hoe claw and gloves of misfits Peddle pushers to kaboot Gotta love her for she's a hoot She kept digging at those weeds And filling the holes with new seeds I asked if she was tired of this She replyed no as she turned and twist See hoeing your garden Is like a life's pardon You might say it's like losing weight Shedding unwanted pounds you hate The hurries and worries Even if their some kind of snow flurries As we laughed and cried I felt more pride For my sister did it to me once again Helped me weed out my own garden from within
It's not just cuz he's black, That I got his back. He just wants to be free, Just like you and me. I'll count on him through and through I expect all of you to too. I hope all of you, yes and yo momma, To respect Barack Obama. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you Mr.President
I reckon this poem is long overdue Sharon this poem is in honor of you I've come to respect the things you say Let them brighten and enlighten my day When it comes to advice it's hard for me For I once was a fish in a bottomless sea Lost in the waves that seemed to forever roll Always one step away from my pot of gold Never knowing who or what I could trust Lost in the ashes and buried in the dust Your friendships a treasure I will forever hold Your advice is worth more than that pot of gold When it comes to respect what more can I say? I reckon your one person who has earned her way I reckon you and my wife would get along fine And your husband would be a dear friend of mine But as fate would have it were a continent apart But from my family to yours we love your heart
Sometimes we write in a certain way That's the style God choose that day I pick no subject I just start to write I just simply rely on my inner-sight I truly feel pretty good on this day It's all just a frame of mind they say I headed out back so I could mow Busted and disgusted, wife said no I hurt all the time the drop of a dime Pain will always be a friend of mine Pain is the only one I had for years So much pain full of so many tears Love on the inside, pain on the out It last day after day without a doubt I'm not quite sure where this will lead As I eat all the pain and plant the seed Love planting them, then watching them grow Into the most beautiful people I could ever know One of the most beautiful, check this out Tag Chris Higgins, what this poems about ------------------------------------------------- I'm pretty sure by now we all know just how special Christopher Higgins is to our mixture of perfect homegrown soup, Bro I love you God Bless, MJ
The true love of your heart Now where shall I start Mine comes for ones that are lost in storms Or for children who heart's thats been ripped and torn One may even say I had opened many doors To let the homeless sleep on maple floors Or they may say you were the one to spare a dime But have commited no other such crimes Then theres another that may say just get out of their way And you reply with only have such a lovely day For there shall be no love of another Like your love you held for my passed sister and brothers And that heart that was sewen unto you Was woven by God's holy hands of skew So the true love of your heart Is what brought me here from the very start Tribute To My Jenny Rose Mama Loves You Peanut Also Entry For Michael Jorden's Inside The Heart Contest GL All
To write truly well Let heart and mind dwell. Words pave the sure way To create new say. Play with doodle sketch Until the right match. When you pen feels dry Just wait for new highs. Get ready to write As feelings now cite. There are many routes So fear not time-out. From your barren field New word sculptures yield. Feelings turn better Prodigal writer. Learn beyond learning Discern true knowing. Words ooze beyond norms With thoughts that transform. Do not fear failure Just use sure allure. The moments fly fast Just learn to outlast. Remember thoughts plain: Write and write again. Words stream in verses Like sweet molasses. By and by you learn, Discern well or burn. Art is not easy Let heart feel breezy. By bamboo pathways Let haikus fling play Begin now to write A lovely new rite. Leon Enriquez 06 August 2014 Singapore
something about you today so beautiful like a blessing array i cannot stop staring at you right now your vibe is the perfect hue comfort and warmth never felt like this i am addicted to your being, which i just cannot resist i just want to kiss you everywhere and more never have i met a sista i wanted to totally explore your body is exemplary, but your mind is the apex the genuine foundation of your personality invigorates my every reflex your knowledge of your self inspires me to dig deeper the magnificence of your character alone in my eyes makes you a keeper however it is your heart that i most admire my own heart grows to love you even more with an innovative type of desire
My blessed heart Where shall I start I thank my dear Lord For being my mighty sword For fighting these demons within Who try to make me faulter or sin I thank the Heavenly angels above For bringing me someone new to love I thank family and friends For showing me how to fight till the end I feel blessed for the air I breath Even if it tends to make me sneeze I feel blessed to watch my child grow For she still loves the way I kiss her fingers and toes So when I'm feeling so down and blue I recant back to things of being so brand new So thanks to others whom I pass on these blessings For the Lord will alway's do his own testing
i can see again and i am grateful for you opened the shades and showed me a plate full the tummy of my eyes are fatter and i yearn to see more however we have to act out the plan if again we want our wings to soar my life now has color thanks in full to you if not for your inspiration my life would still be murky blue to look forward to something is like free paint and a canvas whatever iridescent excursion we choose to create is pure joy we can't miss home is wherever we choose to lay our heads in a smiling sleep the next day is like a new life begun....making picturesque memories in a laid back deep
There is a lovely place on the other side of time Where boundless love and grace forever intertwine. Not pain nor loss or fear, no creature from the dark Will ever enter here, they cannot pierce your heart. Held safely in God's hands, all strife will fade away Called from exiled lands on the promise that He made. The door is now flung open and never will it close For all who have been broken and won't deny her rose. Father I am sinful yet you love me as your own I stand poor and faithful, come down and take me home. Shane Pierce April 2012
When I sing I sing for Him When I rise I rise for Him When I bow I bow for Him When I seek I seek for Him When I ask I ask for Him When I shine I shine for Him When I crumble I crumble for Him When I yearn I yearn for Him Tribute To The Father Son And Holy Spirit {Amen} Maybe Gospel Song Let Me Know Thanks Love Kathy & Jenny
My faith is truly mine alone My God would never disown. My belief is truly so bright It fills me with delight. Some would say, I am wrong, I still cherish it, like a song. My faith is simply to believe, My spirit has only to conceive. To believe in a loving entity, Giving me my entire identity, That makes my desire to want to be. Both inside and outside, I am just me.
a falling star is a snowflake on my tongue a kiss from you makes this old man feel mighty young an ocean breeze is a careless stroll just because an embrace from you is the dissipation of what one was a winter afternoon sun is a daydream feeling free a smile on your face inspires a rejuvenated energy in me a mountain morning sunday is a breathtaking vision of nature just knowing that you love me makes me thank God even more that you know my nomenclature
The time has surely truly come That I am tired of being numb. The days of being in constant pain My life seems to be going down the drain. I am still quite heartbroken And some things can't be spoken. But 5 years have already gone by And today I heaved a weary sigh. I can no longer stay this way Just going through with my day. I have been on a ledge Standing there on that edge. Looking over and down Upon my face is a frown. I turn around and then look up That she is a tough climb, yup. But I reach up and begin to climb As I know it has come to that time. Time to either wither and die Or time to show life I can defy. New places are meant for me. A new woman you shall see. Oh do not get me wrong I have days I am not strong. But I promise to not be so withdrawn As I know my life is not foregone. I want to be someone my kids can be proud of Someone they know that will always give love. For them being gone was never my choice That in this instance my opinion had no voice. But one day soon they will come to find me I want it to be day of great joy and glee. For they will see that pain did bring me to my knees But that I got up and moved and refused to freeze. I did not die from all this pain But one day will I be able reign? Who is to really know? Just cannot stand another woe.
In the far off distance the cannons make their report, As we huddle in groups to show our support. Blindly attacked, all we can do is to try to hit back, Hiding in light, it's at night when we assume our attack. Outnumbered and outgunned since the government took nearly every one, They made it illegal for citizens to possess any type of gun. But some held on and it was a good thing that they did, As the enemy infiltrated our borders and shores we retrieved them from where they were hid. There is no Geneva Convention, and no rules to this war, Brutality and chaos have been our strongest weapon so far. This was the way it was given to us, so reverse play is fair don't you see, They wanted to take our freedom but that is something you won't take from me. It was like a horror movie that night that seems so long ago, In the middle of the night it started with no warning you know. Loud noise and confusion as mortars and rifle fire entered our peaceful little town, People running and screaming and for no reason being mercilessly shot down. 9-11 was just a testing of the waters to see how we would react, As they put together their plan for this unholy attack. Our country has been divided and our resources are few, But we'll fight to our death, that's all that's left for me and for you!
He lived in an old shanty just past the railroad tracks, Not many left just two or three worn out old shacks. But the old saying home is where you hang your hat, Lot of people don't know it but there is a lot of truth to that. Just this old one room building was probably the most, old Skeet had ever had, His virtues are his riches and those are priceless, tis a shame we can't all be this bad. Old Skeet never attends church anymore, since someone said they would rather he wouldn't come back, But I'll guarantee you he can quote the Bible, verse by verse and never lose track. I don't know of any preacher that knows the Word any better'n old Skeet, And when we are called to Heavens door I don't think old Skeet will have to give up his seat. If old Skeet sees someone needing help, he doesn't ask he just pitches in, He lives daily by the Holy Commandments in a world filled with sin. Old Skeet has seen many a hard winter, but never once have I heard him complain, He said the Lord has been good, when I was thirsty he furnished me rain. And when I am weary, He is there too comfort my soul, No matter what may come or be, he said I know my God is in control. On the last day we talked he said son I could have been more than what I am today, But I have peace and compromising God's values is just not my way.
A long time ago a King left His kingdom and His throne To pay what could be paid only by Him, and just Him alone, A Mighty Lord who was willing to die for yours and my sins, And make us all brand-new again when we invite Him in Knowing full well the rewards of His salvation plan Help us remember that we are all held in God's own hand, One day when we arrive to Heaven, what's it first we'll see? But Jesus, with arms opened wide as happy to greet you, and me! I am but a sinner, who's now living by His blessed grace, Washed clean by the Blood of my Lord Jesus, who died in my place, By surrendering everything I have to God, each and every day, I can be certain for sure, I'll not be that easily led astray! :) Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2004-2008 Dec,10,2008 MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET JESUS!
T'was a book I read not long ago, Told of foreign places and disasters and woes. Much blood was spilled in those days of old, It also spoke of riches of silver and gold. Hardships were many but were a part of life, And how they survived this life so full of strife. It told of kings and slaves and ordinary men, And the way things were a way back then. It spoke of travel and the way they went, Then it told of a fathers love and the son he sent. It told of how the son a carpenter by trade, Would give his own life for a debt that had to be paid. A debt that separated man from his father above, But blood built the bridge so we all now can share His precious sweet love. The debt has been paid by God's only Son, So we all can receive salvation each and everyone. So give thanks and praises each and everyday, Hallelujah to the Lord, thank You my Father for guiding my day!
I reached the apex of life a few years back, But it wasn't until my journey on the way back down that I stumbled onto the right track. My life had been good but it had made me terribly hard, I had lost all sense of compassion, I was bitter and scarred. I didn't think I needed anyone, but the world needed me, I was very good at what I did, and at the time that was very satisfying, you see. I thought you had to be macho, never once realizing this was the root of my pain, I had never wanted to show tenderness or mercy, to me that was insane. All these years looking back I never felt whole or complete, I thought life had been good but looking back there had been more bitter than sweet. But still I had been blessed and I didn't realize just how this could be, Till the day I returned to church and found Jesus after all those years was still waiting for me. It dramatically changed my life, softened my heart, and opened my eyes so that I could see, And now I like to testify to others who have experienced life much like me. Friend if you feel like something is missing and you don't know what to do, If you open that Bible and read it, in there you'll find the answers to life's many problems and a guideline just for you. I laid down one armor that was tarnished and worn and that was too heavy to pack, And picked up another that now shines on my back. The Armor of God is a gift that I wear with great pride, And it's awesome and great knowing I have Jesus by my side.
you are the main source of my delight you make me feel whole and clearly see light you are the sole rebuilder of my spirit you inspire in me a song of joy, and i want all to hear it you are the constant reminder that i am worthy of love you are the reason i Bless the Heavens in the sky above you are the radiant flower that makes me fully bloom you are the one i passionately thank for giving my mind more room you are the artwork that consumes me each day that i wake you are the only receiver of my love with all sincerity my heart will now make
If a picture of you I would paint I'd paint a picture, of a saint For once you cometh unto my life You lifted away my guilt and strife Like a child I never had I care for you most when you are sad I want to be the hand to pick you up when you are down And always be there for you, when there is no one else around
July the Fourth is nearly here, And we are still fighting to keep freedom in this land we hold so precious and dear. We can't drop our guard or look the other way, We have too many enemies at our gates that are waiting for that day. God Bless our Troops, and let them know we really care, Give them respect and honor, for upon their shoulders our freedom they bare. Maybe someday there can be real peace, And all violence and crime will desist and cease. The ones that once held our freedom we now call friend, Hopefully one day all our fences we can finally mend. Sometimes I wonder what really goes on in Washington, D.C., I think sometimes it's about their own prestige, and I wonder if they even think about you and me? Politics has taken on a different meaning than what it was originally set up for, There seems to be too many little fat and greedy hands in our cookie jar. This is election year and our pickings are slim, But if we choose wrong our future may look grim. Study the choices as best you can, This sure isn't the time too elect as our leader the wrong man. God Bless All, and have a safe and wonderful July Fourth weekend, And to our troops much love we do send.
Our country needs to return to its roots and rekindle old flames, Grab on to those old values and uphold those sacred names. If our founding fathers could see the moral decline we have allowed to take place, They would call us traitors and a land that has fallen from grace. Our values have declined so that we allow any and all evil to delegate their will, I for one am sick of it and totally have had my fill. Christians we are the majority, yet we let the minority dictate to us the way it will be, Then if this is truly a democracy then it's time we say enough and let the world see. Let's put back into play what has made America the greatest country ever known, And pray to God that He will forgive us and let His mercies be shown. We must quickly turn from this path that leads to destruction and ruin, And set our eyes on the prize and realize the things we are doing. Our young ones are growing up in a society that has become numb to the truth, We are to blame for allowing this to happen and it's wrong and uncouth. Gay marriages, abortions, when and where will it end? We have gotten off course and one day God's wrath, He will send. Search your heart, search your soul and you will know these words speak true, This is our country and our children and we are responsible for the things we do. I love the Lord, I love this country and I pray for my fellow man, And I know Americans can make it right, I know they can!
Lord, help me face the trials of life each day, Lord, send me to that one who's gone astray. Just to be a willing servant is all I ask, Don't let it become a burden or be a task. Please Help me Lord, find the words to say, That I might help someone to find the way. That by the things each day they see me do, I pray not one can say I've been untrue. My life is the only Bible that some will read, So help me do my best dear Lord, I plead. Then when at last my time to leave has come, I pray Lord, that your work isn't left undone. Lastly Lord, may I not worship worldly gain, For when the end shall come, it won't remain. There'll just be that which I have done for you, It's only through your mercy I'll get through.
One last chance One final glance I want to show That I am someone you'd like to know So unique To me please speak Words from a tender lip Can forever equip Me with hope No longer with fear I shall cope Say to me I am all you need So we can then proceed I want to be the reason you smile Girl, you are oh so nubile Copyright 2009 All rights reserved -Matthan C. Atherton
When we first became aqainted, I had no idea your love was tainted. I let down my guard and invited you in, I thought for sure your love I could win. I came with so much innocence and devotion, You brought so much pain and commotion. But still I believed not seeing your lies, And you'll never know how much this boy cries. Cried for what I thought was love, I used to think you came from above. Maybe it's true maybe you did, Now I know inside your just a kid. No I don't blame you for all my hurt and pain, Soon someday you'll stand shivering in the rain. When that day comes you'll think of a boy, And wish you hadn't treated him like a toy. You will remember his devotion and unmatched love, Then you'll think he was the one sent from above. You'll wish you didn't mess up your one chance, Because with me you won't have the last dance. I still don't blame you for all my hurt and pain, Just remember who's standing cold in the rain. I will never forget our time as lovers, But never again will you have a place under my covers.
there is an explosion of excitement when you are here it is so now that i always want to have you near you bring to my life a joy so seldom and so rare never have i had someone who was always right there you are my court jester when my days are sad and bad you are my glowing smile when life has me a tad bit mad the comfort that you provide is like a blanket of pure calm when you express reciprocation, for you i have not a qualm the simple things and the little things define a mighty you the feelings you inspire in me uplifts me through and through there is a tidal wave of ecstasy in the way you present you self's fashion i really love the way you kiss me with such incomparable passion i do not have to put on an outrageous anything in order for our love to grow i do not have to say 'i love you' for any type of repetitive reassurance, the heart and mind of you will always know
I just love to read and write Pen my thoughts day and night. I just write what I like And now and then what I don't like. I thank all my readers too. Sometimes we share alike view. Your feedback is so encouraging My friends and poetry are such a blessing! Most of my readers seem to like me. Love what in my poetry I have to say. I write with all my heart on the golden sands Of time and I just hope that you understand. Readers ask me "please never stop writing!" Again I thank you for this asking. You're so kind for this requesting. And I never want to stop penning. I've met and made some good friends Some fine folks online I have befriend. All these people in the flesh I don't know. But in my heart I do and that's so. I thank all my dear readers and friends. Thanks for all the love to me you send. I appreciate so much all your support. All my friends are such a great sport! Readers tell me" never stop writing!" And I never want to cease penning. Most of my readers seem to like me. And knowing this makes me so happy! My gift of writing is such a blessing. And I will never stop writing. I thank you all my readers and friends. Thanks for all the love to me you send. I just love to read and write. Pen my thoughts day and night. Most of my readers seem to like me. And knowing this makes me so happy! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2009 January,16,2009