Lord Lead Our way
Bring Peace again to Our day
Dispel this darkness
From which it grew
Bless this spirits soul anew
Quench this thirst
Behold our Lords Chalice
Upon the Lords Throne
Hate to Love
Fear to Acceptance
Selfishness to Restitution
Arrogance to Humble
Drink the Spirit of God
And once again
Freedom will be Yours
Lord Lead Our Way........
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015
SHE DRIVES ME UP THE WALL
She drives me up the wall like a slave-driver
O yes, she does ! but even though she may wield
the rod in her hand ever so threateningly at me
At the slightest suspicion of insubordination,
Leaving me cowering with fear, I love her just the same,
Perhaps much more than I ‘ve ever loved anybody else before!
I may ‘ve become certifiable as a result, who knows,
But whatever the case may be,
pray don’t judge me harshly until you ‘ve heard me out.
I love her for the same farcical reason that Socrates
Ostensibly loved that cantankerous woman Xantippe.
By temperament and upbringing, I find a woman who
Stands up to a man much more appealing than one
Who’s obsequious and complaisant!
What happened to me, therefore, was no accident but a
quantum leap; I had no control what so ever over the turn of events
That got us this far in our fledgling relationship.
Ever since I met her, my life, which had hitherto been
Fairly peaceful and uneventful, has, all of a sudden,
Taken a dramatic turn.
And like a minx, she has so turned my head around
I can’t tell for certain whether I am coming or I am going!
Suffice to say I’ve been acting up silly and rather foolishly
For a grown up person (I don’t know whether or not I still
Have any semblance of an ego left, what with this
Attractive je ne sais quoi I find so irresistible about her!)
Oh no, don’t tell me I’ve been doing this all for the
Wrong reasons ! or that I am laying it on thick.
It’s only me who knows exactly what I am feeling.
Besides, I am not talking morals here, I am talking
About what it feels like to love somebody to a fault.
If she did walk out on me now I can guarantee you
That would certainly be the death of me!
I am sure that’s not what you would all like
To see happen to me just yet unless of course
You’ve been spoiling for my death while pretending to be my friends.
When all else is said and done, I’d rather be
Henpecked than let go of this maverick specimen of womankind
Who has lodged herself in my life uninvited,
Making it her home, and has since then never failed
To drive me up the wall like a slave-driver with her rod.
Not only is she good sport, but like a morning
Star she’s such fun to be with, I promise you!
Copyright © stephen syacika | Year Posted 2014
1 one for Ale
1 for butts
1 for Love
The 3 of us
graydye the god poet
Copyright © gary dye | Year Posted 2014
Pride, Joy, unconditional love, football, hockey, baseball games, these are a few things that went through my head, when I realized I was having a son.
Watching my tummy grow, feeling you do flips, kicking me endlessly in my ribs, my goodness, I guess I shouldn't have eaten that spicy food after all but mom has to eat.
Hearing your heartbeat the first time brought tears to my eyes, knowing you were healthy, was all I needed to know. Finally on July 28th of 98, I got to meet you, my newborn son. Surprised by your big blue eyes, you were a beautiful sight. I had to catch my breath, when I found out your birth weight, all ten pounds, nine ounces and 22,inches long, My God what did I eat?
The first one to hold you was your proud dad, he had love in his eyes, his life in his arms, He helped give you your very first bath. An instant connection he felt, forever it will last.
My bond between a mother and son is like nothing else, my favorite time was when I was feeding you, with you feeding off my breast. My precious son Joshua, a young manyou are becoming, forever you have my heart.
Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015
I wake to the morning comforted to be by your side
You carry me through......
Armed with your lessons of doctrine
I could not have traveled this far alone .......
I do not know when
I do not know how
In You......I Just Know........
Thank You My Lord.....
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2016
My life is so simple
No blood on my hands
I walk the straight and narrow
Something is offhand
I travel the road of complication
Never to be heard
I sweat the ugly nature , coming within my age
My early recollections carve out my frame
Can I be some enigma ,dancing to a tune
My soul is so reverent that even I think of myself as a buffoon
Oh please help me when I'm stranded sitting at the curb
I wish that I was so adept that even I could make the turn
Jesus was a savior,or so they say
Where is he when you need him ,even with his sway
God I want your magic give it to me in spades
Return me to nature that is one wish i pray
I just want a simple life even if its just one day
Copyright © Christopher Remele | Year Posted 2015
Are you listening to the sounds of nature around you?
Are you really trying to picture what you hear?
Are you listening to what could calm your fears?
Are you listening to what mother natures providing you?
Tell me please what you hear, is it the birds singing, wager running near?
Is it a monarch butterfly gently flapping its beautiful.wings?
These are some of the most natural, yet unforseen beautiful things.
Are you truly listening with all your senses? Let go, of the noise around your mind,
And let in the calming, peaceful bliss that can only be gentle and kind,
Nature is always here, waiting for you to have a seat, so grab a tissue, and prepare,
To be nurtured, heard, and to truly unwind, because you are worth helping,
and you can let go of your worries, troubles, let those built up tears freely flow,
Because you are truly taking the time to listen, and mother nature is here,
To hold your hand, and be your friend, so unwind and lay down in the pasture of fresh flowers, please let go of your hurting soul, its o.k, we love you, mother nature is ready to listen, so open up your heart, and fill the empty river with your healing tears..
Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015
people are not Filipinos and Moros.
They're Mindanaons and Sulus.
Now they are being hid by two levels:
Filipinos and Moros.
The old names would be buried
forever if not rescued.
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2015
Hang yourself from that family tree, cut it down build a coffin for you and me. I ain’t got time for that threshin’ floor. Not the first time I’ve felt the inside of a warm body cavity and understood. Stretch the flesh, and visions told. Prophesies rot within bleached skulls. The sun knows no mercy for its decimation. I ain’t got time for that threshin’ floor. Drag my belly across that killin’ floor, Welcome lil’ girl this slow death we call life.
Well the fiend’s they cometh from deep within the woods. Filth, filth… divine visions. We’re ganna Bleed upon clover. Consumed by Clouded thoughts, numb tongued with a haunted stare. Moonstruck, finger tips meet broken flesh. Survival, it is a killer. We got Graves without faces and we’re cursed to wander as the sun burns a hole in the sky... Carve me a smile,we got Bones in a pile. What we do in them woods is holy. O’ it feels so good to be washed from sin, that blood of lamb tastes divine. My sweet sweet lord, he’s up above.
It’s a nightmare made flesh kinda’ Sunday. Gatta’ love that velvety God flesh in your mouth. ...And her womb spews forth blasphemy, and her lips uttered deceit. Black alter. The trail of dead ends at your doorstep, the stream of blood rests at your feet.
Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2014
It's hard to think
this has happened
and I can't believe he is gone
But I know one thing for certain
my dad has made it home
he's gone where he will never see
another teardrop fall
But I know that
I'll see dad again
and it won't be very long
Oh and dad
I'll soon be there
standing by your side
you're there in gloryland
where are you now reside
in heavens beautiful city
that's been prepared by the lamb
dad you won't have to wait too long
for your family will join you at home
and we'll see you again
although I know
that he's in heaven
still I miss him
Right here at home
for you see
I loved him so
and my heart is yearning
to be where he has gone
but where he is
he will never say goodbye
that's why I know
I'll see dad again
whensies this splits
those Eastern Skies
This poem/song was written in memory of my late father who went on to be with the Lord April 3rd 1995 if you have a loved one in heaven may the words of this poem/song encourage your heart
Copyright © Sammy Lykens | Year Posted 2016