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UNSELFISH LOVE

I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.

She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.

But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.

Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.

Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."

She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.

I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.

I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.

Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.

Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.

Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma" ... ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!

1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest


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A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless


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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


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Our Daughter - Woman Extraordinary

From the moment You were born
We knew You were Special
Just had that Special Spark For Life
Daughter


You strove to be better than Your peers
From the earliest ages
You always learned from others mistakes
So You wouldn't have to go through the same ones too
Our Daughter - Woman Extraordinary

You're always trying to better Yourself
I'm sure You'll Succeed
In all of Your Endeavors
You've accomplished much more in Life
Than I ever saw for Myself
A Musician, Writer, Accountant and Wife
Our Daughter - Woman Extra Ordinar'
                   God Bless


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Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


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My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


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Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 



©2013 Honestly JT


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A Woman's Worth

A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears


Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
She works
She cleans
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
The house 
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth 
I’m giving you


Despite of all the stress 
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman 
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.


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When a man loves a woman

When a man loves a woman..

He listens to how she’s feeling more than what she’s saying,
He will put her needs and desires before his own,
He will let her into his heart, and work to get into hers,
He will reinforce her as a woman, build her up, and encourage her to take risks, 
She will know he always has her best interests in mind,
She will be confident in her endeavors knowing she’s supported and loved,
Her beauty and desire will never be a question, in her own mind,
Because her beauty and desire will always be mentioned and nurtured,
She will know the relationship is worth more that the conflict,
She will know she’s cherished, because she feels cherished in the comfort of his arms,
He will make her a priority in life,
He will be inclusive and inviting
She will be able to trust him with her most intimate thoughts,
And know it will never be used against her,
She will feel free to express herself and be vulnerable with him
He will kiss her with all the passion of the first time,
He will do all this and more, 
Even when the color has faded from their very first photograph,
He will do this and more because he loves his woman.


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Soul Sisters

Such an Amazing girl god put into my life.

He knew i needed you at that exact time

Funny when we met I thought you were to good for me

But when you approached me the sweetest girl I did meet.

From that day on we have never truly been apart cause I

carry you around everywhere in my heart. You have been the

rock when I needed a friend around, you have been the light

when the darkness consumed me and took away my sunshine

Even when were miles apart the phone connects us and keeps

our strongest bond. 17 years feels like such a short time but

I feel I have always had you in my life. Soul Sisters we were

meant to be.. You my beloved friend are such a fresh breeze

Even after a year apart it was like yesterday that we did part

so through the many miles and through the long hard road

I know this friendship will always survive. Your a burst of joy

to me each day I thank the Lord for the sweet blessing he gave!

BY:Christina McCullouch

7/28/2012


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Bob Marley

Bob was the greatest,
 Mr Marley was the best,
 Guitar in hand,
 Words from his lips,
 Puts your mind at rest,
 He left us great music,
 He left us great thoughts,,                                               All Bob Marley songs 
 Songs like "JAH LIVE",                                                          are on You Tube....
 Captured my heart,                                                             JAH LIVE
 "NO WOMAN NO CRY",                                                          NO WOMAN NO CRY
 Made me love my,                                                              THREE LITTLE BIRDS
 Mothers and kids a lot more,                                              BUFFALO SOLDIERS 
 And the "THREE LITTLE BIRDS",                                             RED RED WINE
 Are still singing for sure,                                                     ONE LOVE....
 "BUFFALO SOLDIERS" are partying in America,
 Drinking "RED RED WINE",
 "ONE LOVE", one heart,
 Lets get together and feel al-right....



For Michaels' contest,Song writer who inspire you..


Details | Ode | |

Dream Walking

In the small town of Campbell Missouri,
A young girl with lovely brown locks
Sits, having been told she might never walk again
As all aknowledge this belief in town,
A fear swept around, 
And many children were kept down

But in the spirit of this child,
Desire to walk snuck over her fears
Perhaps she wished to surprise-
Perhaps she could not stand
The judgmental eyes-but all the same, 
She picked herself up, smiled,
And sauntered around the room

Happiness pervaded the house
As the family friend, delighted,
Sang merrily the song,
“Have You Ever Seen a Dream Walking?”

Today, at California Mission Inn,
The same girl, now a woman
Walks her glorious walk
With confidence and grace
She is 91 years old and strong
As song,
Her eyes lighting up as she recalls
She hums the dreamy tune
As I jot down miracles 


Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


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Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.


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The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.


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Woman of Haste

You see her, coming out from the white swinging doors
Wearing blue shoes, stepping eagerly ever more
This captivating sight of her, galore may be
Her graceful head spun high, humongous hat set free

Her apron, still wrapped around her tiny-fit waist
She is hurried and brief, always in a fast pace
She spins hastily and nervously through the crowd
With all of her energies, glorious pride

Her purple, silk blouse, faded from wear and pressed time
Splendour sparkle of cleanliness, no need to sigh
One skirt of plaid skillfully pleated and ironed
Bounces about her steps, a unique, chick pattern

Her glasses, she wears on the tip of her small nose
Her hair fleeting the wind, attached by a pink rose
She has high distinction in about her own way
She thrives and strives forwardly without much to say

She is woman of great poise and keen confidence
Within her soft heart, strong flowing blood affluent
You would love to meet her, inquisitive, sharp mind
But she walks too promptly, nor tilting,nor great bind

Who is this woman of purpose, strength, so supple?
She is moving too fast, yet in awe beautiful
She is far gone now into the forlorn distance
You've lost sight of her, your sad heart reminiscence


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Female Companion

                                                     She is so typical
                                                           So critical
                                                   For most part difficult

                                   I never really could grasp her in such way
                                       She just wants me to some how stay
                               She comes to my man cave and makes me obey

                                          Shy she was and now I am scared
                                              In such way I almost cared
                              She thinks she can do everything for me I swear

                         She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing
     Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping
                She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening

                So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me
                                When I do things I do it for her it is always a key
            Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy


Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


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I am a woman, not a woe-man

I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too

I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too, 
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too

I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too, 
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted

I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!


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WOMAN

Day by day we pray to stay alive, ladies, the face of this world is slowly changing, no longer do we need to hold our heads in disgrace, and it’s about time we take our place. No longer let us be connived, nor let us forget the silent cries in trees that our sista’s souls are still hangin’, see the true in others denies rather waistin’ yourself complaining. Nor keep us from strength to stand by man, strength to leave if struck by hand, no more bruises upon our face for we also help to make this race. No more scars upon our souls for only marked with beauty moles and let our stories be fortold for we are women who behold, a key to inspiration and moral pride, coming out of our hide, Gods rules are to which one should only apply, but most chose pain to keep inside, left alone and died. Your elimination of God’s creation, we are but faith to this nation. Men of ignorance we are sick of belligerence, cuz we prove intelligence, cuz where there’s no woman there is no man strong and on this land we belong as distinct and separate persons walk along. Before your ignorance get the respect that you so vainly seek, practice what you claim til' all things you do or speak shall in reality be the same, nor let us be so eased to blame and give us our well earned past due fame, all musical and sorrowful stories contained. My people, make me proud to know your name and I’ll return the favour by doing the same.
For all men whom think us fast, remember the good ones always finish last, we women are still raped future and past so personally you can kiss my ... In us your babies wombs all your life fluids we consume, to mothers growing up too soon, to those mommas babies and daddy’s maybes.....REMEMBER, when your round to actin' shady, we are the ladies of this land, women with pride we stand, I am a WOMAN and for equal respect, I would do it again!!!


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Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love


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The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


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Saul And the Witch of Endor

Saul & the Witch of Endor “7 Saul then said to his attendants, “Find me a woman who is a medium, so I may go and inquire of her.” “There is one in Endor,” they said. 8 So Saul disguised himself, putting on other clothes, and at night he and two men went to the woman. “Consult a spirit for me,” he said, “and bring up for me the one I name.” 9 But the woman said to him, “Surely you know what Saul has done. He has cut off the mediums and spiritists from the land. Why have you set a trap for my life to bring about my death?” 10 Saul swore to her by the LORD, “As surely as the LORD lives, you will not be punished for this.” 11 Then the woman asked, “Whom shall I bring up for you?” “Bring up Samuel,” he said.” 1 Sam 28:7-11 NIV King Saul sought a medium— He totally rebelled against God above. Consultations with mediums were banned, In accordance with the God of love. Rebellion to this instruction Is still prevalent today; Mediums and spirits are sought To lead the unknowing astray. There are many like the Witch of Endor Communicating with evil angels. Most portray themselves as benevolent And helpful to earth’s rebels. Do not be deceived my friend For you are being mocked. King Saul met his death the following day; By evil he’d been trapped. Spirit guides can speak truth And quote the Bible too, But they are rebellious to God; Communication with them taboo. Many are deceived these days, Just as in the days gone by. They fail to talk to the Lord, But on evil angels prefer to rely. Saul and the Witch of Endor Is a perfect example of rebellion. God told us not to talk to the dead; To this command, He made no exception. Evil spirits enter men and women, And place them under their control. God wants us to surrender to Him; Through His Holy Spirit, His power to enroll. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they’ll be a “better person.” They want them to hear about God. And listen to the “Sunday lesson.” They often tell the children to listen and obey God’s ways. But you’ll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They’re “too busy” to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don’t want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a “moral direction.” Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won’t you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It’s Christ’ desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There’s just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart’s door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11


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MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


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Queen Esther The Song

(Esther 5: 2)



(Chorus:  Part 1)

Walk In Majesty
Walk In Grace
Walk With GOD
Shining On Your Face
And You Can Walk
Thru Any Place ...
                      Embraced


Prepare Your Steps
To Bring GOD Praise
Keep Your Stride
A Steady Pace
Walk In GOD's Ways
Thru Every Space ...
                     Embraced


(Chorus:  Part 2)


Walk Like Queen Esther
Brave & Beautiful
Walk Like Queen Esther
Divinely Dutiful

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guard You
On The Way


... Walk Like Queen Esther ...



Walk Like Queen Esther
In Love & Trust
Walk Like Queen Esther
and Move On
If You Must ...

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guide You
Through Always



and Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther



(Main Song)



The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

There Was No Hesitation
In His Heart's Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held His Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

But Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *


so Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther


( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )


             Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/17/2013 
              by:  MoonBee Canady


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Many Questions, One Answer

The bills, the pain, the drama, the rain
The storm grows larger and floods your brain 
With thoughts that begin to drive you insane
 Like, if I trust God will it all go away?
What am I missing? Empathy? Faith?
What will happen if I stay on this pace?
Am I one of those people that God can replace?
If I don’t change now is it hell I face?
Could we all be afraid of meeting our fate?
All these years trying to find someone to relate..
Is it true you can fall victim of a time and a place?
If I pray hard enough can I erase [pause]
The anger, the envy, resentment and hate ?
or at 25 years old could I be too late?
To try and change my life to get a new slate
And chills cover my arms and my heart begins to race
All of a sudden I can’t hear any rain
Laughter replaces the fear that remained 
and God lets us know it will all be ok
Forgive those around you and thank God for each day
Think with your heart and in Gods you will stay.


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The Gracious Woman II

The gracious woman grows through her own self-reflection
Everything she goes through in life is a lesson
Her beauty is of essence such as her presence
Full of integrity, compassion, and optimistic guessing
The courage that she brings
Screams a strong woman destined
With the passion of a soldier at war
She is honorable, respectful, worthy and more
Qualities that must be adored


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A Dedication to my Darling Mystic

Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose...


For my everlasting rose,
for my darling Mystic Rose,
Charished deep in my heart,
for generations to last lifetimes,
on this Beautiful gift,
we all call Mother Earth.

Oh now my dear
come now and do not fear,
I shall take you by your sweet and loving hand,
as we set out in a band,
of two lonely hearts
that both need to be loved.

At first when I came
to this desolate Wasteland;
I was a lonely heart
with poetry that was my art.
You were the first to come to me,
with a smile and a hug.
You read my work,
I won your heart
and you praised me,
looked at me in anew
and treated me diffrently than any other.

My darling Mystic,
Oh how you make me feel;
so grand, so new, so happy.
As I lay my head to rest
I reminisce on your loving words,
that spoke such truth to my soul.
As you praised me through my heights,
and weaped with me through my sorrow,
as I uplifted your soul with the arrangement of words
I wrote from deep down in my weak and weary soul;
You were there always to touch my heart
and cure me of sorrowed tears.

It is impossible to express my love for you,
but see me, to feel my love,
for you my darling Mystic
it tears me apart to not
see your face, to hear your voice,
only to read your loving words
comments on a poem
that was written on a page;
It tears me apart.

Oh, my sweet and everlasting rose,
Blooming in every season,
at every hour,
a beautiful poetess at her midst of an evening twilight
as the nightingales sing outside your window,
I come and show you love and compassion.

Let us go, you and I,
I take you by your hand
and we sail off,
two poets writing of beauty
both in ink upon a blank piece of paper.
To write of love,
My compassion for you
my beautiful rose,
my darlin Mystic.

We shall part seas,
bloom in gardens of beauty,
roses and violets grow tall
around us,
reminding us of our everlasting friendship.
Lilacs and tulups stray long away,
to show my love to a stranger,
but you are no stranger to me.

You are an everlasting rose,
which blooms evertime at the stroke of nine,
and there you stay,
growing in a large and beautiful garden,
that is located deep in my heart.

Now take me, my darling Mystic
your LoveSlayer,
and charish this beautiful write
Charish it at all times,
every hour of the days! 
In honour of your beauty and inspiration
I am a fool in love,
intoxicated with your beauty at heart.


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Shimmering Darkness

She woke up everyday 
to the beckoning of death's toll. 
But decided to embrace life, 
pulling herself from the darkened hole. 

With a new brightness in her eyes, 
she lived life as partially buried gold. 
Never afraid of the darkness, 
or what the future may hold. 

Shimmering beneath the dirt, 
her beauty shall now unfold. 
True legacy lies hidden to reign, 
for a prodigy has risen from bitter cold. 

One example of grace goes far, 
farther then any story ever told. 
With strength that comes from deep within, 
that's been held from days of old. 

Among the majority she lived, 
witnessing atrocities flare. 
From her soul she would always give, 
though no one seemed to care. 

As the bells of sadness began to ring, 
she would rise above the gloom. 
Out of darkness and despair she would sing, 
with a melody that filled the room. 

The tears that had fallen proved as strength, 
to her ever-impending light. 
Onward traveling to any length, 
for what she believed was right. 

When darkened paths shimmer, 
despite the pangs of apathy, 
through life she will always glimmer, 
no matter what the tragedy.


-Collab with Dan Kearley! You're the best, Dan!


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My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.


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History-making Victory

She was agonizingly close
To winning the race when
Things started going haywire
They really played games on her
Some said her game was up
Many had written her off
Others said she was history

But they had to swallow their
Spoken-too soon convictions
She turned the tables on 
Those sticky things and at the
End hers was not only history
But also a simple sweet victory


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Black Diamond

A lovely lady you are, 
And lovely always be.
Your beauty bright as midnight stars,
And moonlight shining on the sea.

You're all that is fair and kind,
The sweetest dream and reality.
Many times you've crossed my mind; 
My lasting hope is of you and me.




©2013 Honestly JT


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An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


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I like your love

I like your love
It's pure, it's innocent
and I don't think I've seen this before

You replenish my reserves before it's necessary 
you lift my wings up and 
make me superior to my adversary 
Creatively providing the exact amount of 
what I need to go another day
I like your love
and for as long as you'll have me I'll stay

You make me comfortable in my space
What she share cannot be replaced
with any other type of love
be it artificial or tainted or lustfully blatant 
Those illusions don't exist because
we found this love and we claimed it

I cherish those nights when I scratch your head
When you sit between my thighs and I twist your dreads
We become an us that is so pure
that the spring waters question the purity of it's source
I like your love - it's a divine force


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Woman

Becoming a woman means taking the back seat sometimes . . . 
being a woman is realising this and overcoming it, 

Becoming a woman is learning your culture and its values . . . 
being a woman is honing and embracing it,

Becoming a woman means understanding your core values . . . 
being a woman means defining and defending it

Becoming a woman changes you, sometimes too much . . .
being a woman means identifying and resisting it

Becoming a woman introduces you to a whole new world . . .
being a woman means leaving the bad and embracing the good

Becoming a woman means gaining a new body . . . 
being a woman is loving and dealing with it


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a real encounter with Jesus changes everthing

many are called but few are chosen it states in the Holy Scriptures 
and a real encounter with Jesus will give you the full gospel picture
when a Samaritan woman had an encounter with the Lord Jesus Christ
it was a moment that would forever change her life
she was given a testimony that was so powerful in its scope
that she ran and told all of her people she meet the Messiah and was now full of hope

many encountered Jesus of Nazareth during the course of His short  stay 
Mary with the oil, the woman who bled and the father whom for his child prayed
they all encountered Jesus the Christ, they met Him face to face
and a miracle occurred each time empowered by His mercy and grace
a real encounter with Jesus made everything all right
as they all desired to walk by faith and not by sight

Jesus will know who you are when a relationship with him you pursue
for the light of true belief will then come shining through
so meet Jesus face to face and encounter Him this day
develop a relationship with Him and to Him continue to pray
so welcome Jesus into your heart and embrace His spirituality
for a real encounter with Jesus can change your reality


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Come and Go Chicago

Come and Go Chicago – Zamreen Zarook
 
Where are you going my lady?
Where are you from my sweetie?
What ever you ask my buddy,
You won’t get the paddy.
 
She became a liar,
Because of your chore,
Two questions that you murmur,
Master, don’t forget that you were the rear.
 
You became a sinner,
Without knowing what is inner,
Now you know the manner,
So, never to forget the dinner.

Cease to care for those questions,
Nothing you gain from the considerations,
Everyone has their own equations,
So,they do have their explanations.

 


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Cave dweller

Cave Dweller.

Once there lived a little man
A dwarf yet smaller still
Who lived within a little cave
All cold and darkness filled
He'd lived there such a long, long time
And knew he nothing more
That there was nothing better he was sure.

Then this maiden fair and beautiful
She ventured in his cave.
Her eyes were blue like crystal gems
For her most men would crave.
When the little man discovered her
With the candle in her hand
He saw a nymph so beautiful and grand

The maiden told that lonely man
About the beauty of the world
She spoke about the wings of a butterfly
All Gossamer unfurled
And she spoke of lush green meadows
And the flowers by and by
That lady spoke, her tone so very wise.

But that dwarf when she had finished
Sadly sighed and shook his head
For the thought of leaving his snug cage
Did feel his heart with dread
And he told that lady wistfully
That her fine land was not for he
For he was born to live this misery.

Socrares Dec 8 2003.


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ELVIS my impression

                           This is my impression of Elvis Presley 
I was vey lucky to be 16 in 1956 when Rock and roll came into existence the greatest music of all time and for all time, this is what it all met to me.


Elvis was the big bang to creating music like the big bang was to creating the universe
Before Elvis their was no rock and roll, no music, no dancing 
His look was unique
His movements on stage were unique
His voice was the greatest like nothing ever heard before
His songs started the greatest music craze in the history of music rock and roll
He looked dangerous 
He looked like he was having the best time of his life on stage
Elvis didn’t give a damm who wrote his songs black or white
He was the first entertainer who did it all before anyone else did anything
Both men and women loved him
Elvis was a mans man
Elvis was a ladies man
Elvis was a gentleman
Elvis was a Christian 
Elvis was a momma’s boy
Elvis was respectful of his fans
Elvis was just one man who changed music forever in America in 1956 
When Elvis sings you have to smile, to tap your feet, clap your hands, move your body, and come alive
It’s 2013, 35 years since Elvis died 
He is still the major Icon of the music world
Elvis is still the most worshiped singer and entertainer in history
Thousands and thousands of fans visit his home each and every year
Elvis didn’t smoke or drink
Elvis became an actor but could have become an accomplished actor with the right people and advice around him
Coronel Parker was both good for Elvis and bad for Elvis
Liberace taught Elvis how to dress with flash
Elvis had his own way of moving on stage when he sang no one has ever duplicated his signature moves God know how many tried
Elvis served the country he loved when he was drafted into the army no complaining 
Elvis asked fro no special treatment while in the army 
Elvis loved the woman and the woman loved him back
Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
Elvis met his tragic and to soon end to his life he was only 42
Elvis was hooked on prescription pills and that’s what killed him
No one could tell Elvis what to do many tried all failed
The music died on the day Elvis died
It was so sad that Elvis felt so all alone so much of his life that is what fame does to you
Elvis was the King
No one else will ever occupy the Kings throne
Elvis loved to sing gospel songs no other entertainer of rock and roll ever did 
No entertainers star shines brighter or ever will
You can ask any great entertainer and there are hundreds and will all agree Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
No entertainer in the history of music ever had a first year success like Elvis had
I saw Elvis in Las Vegas in 1972  when the music started and you knew that Elvis was soon to be coming on stage the excitement and the anticipation in the room was over whelming and beyond compare everyone in the room was mesmerized


This is my remembrance of Elvis Presley

Dennis Davis
March 15, 2013


 



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Woman:


Woman who are you?
I am a priceless treasure
That cannot be brought, bribe or used
I am created in my father’s image
I am God’s most prize possession
When God looks at me
He see’s himself 
I am Gem
I am worth millions
I am beautiful
I am unique
I am rare
Out of all God’s creatures 
I am special.
Woman, who are you?
I am God’s child
I am loved
I am worthy to be kept
I am worthy to be held
In my father’s house
There is no other treasure like me
I am stunning
I am gorgeous
I am enough
When my father made me
He made me strong
Wise, capable, kind and responsible
In my hands he gave me the power to change the world
I am fruitful
I am truly bless
Who am I? 
I am God’s daughter
I am woman
I am adored.


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I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


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TO WHOM OR WHAT ARE YOU BOUND: The Roadmap to Freedom

a woman who had been crippled and infirm for eighteen years long
had a chance encounter with Jesus who healed and made her strong
that woman had been in bondage she was bound up in her life
now on the road to freedom touched by the hand of Jesus the Christ

there are many forms of bondage that bind us up and hems us in
physical, psychological and spiritual are just three of them
physical bondage is to be restrained be it in jail of a relationship of abuse
psychological bondage is to be caught up in stuff which we can't mentally refuse 
like when the cel phone is closer to your hand than the word of God
in bondage to technology with your head and not your heart
but spiritual bondage is the strongest for it binds up your heart, mind and soul
it's when the devil has taken up residence and is now in total control
it constrains you so much that it obliterates your identity
unrecognizable to the world, your friends and your family
bound up to your detriment where you can see no way out
limited in your vision of what true freedom is all about

yet that crippled woman understood that what she needed to do in her life
was to continue to go to the house of God and pray for the healing touch of Christ
for eighteen long years she returned to that temple day after day
believing in her heart that God would somehow make a way
now set free from her infirmities able to walk upright
standing before the Savior her burden now free from sight

so to whom or what are you bound? what is it that hinders you in life?
you need to follow the roadmap to freedom by seeking the Lord Christ
just don't get caught up in pity parties hold fast to what you've prayed
straighten up and set your eyes on God as you travel on your way
you've been pardoned from your sins by the power of the blood
you're now a child of Abraham wrapped up in God's love

the roadmap to freedom from disgrace to dignity
the roadmap to freedom no longer in spiritual obscurity
for God has stepped into the midst of your situation and taken control 
no longer bound up not broken by sin for He has made you free and whole
with loyalty, love and devotion that crippled woman was no longer bound
standing tall, touched by the hand of God true freedom in her now found


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The Gracious Woman

The gracious woman is hated
She is not overrated but such a natural one
Morals and values dictated
Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun
Family and friends created
Stay optimistic throughout the long run
The woman is so courageous
A strong heart is number one
She seems to be contagious
Her relationships are always undone
Her worthiness is outrageous
To find another is dreadful
To lose her is regretful
A woman of this caliber is so special


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The woman with the muffled voice

Unhappy, unappreciated, underestimated.
Born to be weak.
Breed to be inferior.
Cursed to be abused.
Governed by emotions.
Enslaved to the kitchen.

"This is your life,"
she was told.
The injustice hid behind
 that grotesque phantom-
CULTURE.
Centuries of rotten tradition
smothered her development.

The woman with no voice.
She screams within.
The sound jailed 
behind the bars of her lips
An inaudible plea.
Earsplitting silence.
Shrieking tranquility.

But- one day.
Her song will jail break.
The beautiful butterfly entombed 
in a soundproof cocoon,
will emerge.

The woman with the muffled voice
will transform
into the woman with a deafening roar! 


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A woman I knew

There was a woman I knew once
Her beauty was awe inspiring
And she wore her pride on her head like a crown
She wrapped her confidence around her neck like the fine beads her mother 
gave 
In the palm of her heart she kept she kept mine
Her body was molded and perfected by the hand of the Creator
Solely to deliver His gift of life
Her chest was full and her breasts rich with the milk that built nations
Her hips were carved and chiseled impeccably to give birth to tomorrow
So hypothetically the rising and the setting of the sun were placed in between her 
hips
Swaying from side to side
Echoing hypnotically into infinity
This dismantled the very fabric of the men who craved to be with her 
She traded in her beads; she took off her crown and left her confidence out for 
the hyenas to tear up
All for the smooth silky fabric that did not fit her waist
The cut of that dress did not flatter her hips
Her chest was too full and her breasts were just too big 
She smiled and laughed but she had no joy
They made the dresses smaller even and in to them she had to fit 
She tried and over centuries she passed down to her daughters that into that 
dress she had to fit but it didn't happen
So what they learned was that she was not enough
She was not slim enough, that her hair was not soft enough
That her skin was not fair enough, that her feet were not small enough
And eventually she felt ugly and that she was not good enough!
But one of these daughters realized, that before 'they ' created this size two into 
which she had fit 
Her body was already dancing in her Creators mind...in all its glory
So she tore that dress to shreds, and with it went the standards of beauty that did 
not worship her curves
She put back her crown; she wrapped her confidence around her neck even 
tighter and retrieved her beads
Her body was not too big for that dress
That dress was not worthy of her body
Till this day that woman holds in the palm of her heart, mine
And this woman I knew
Is the woman in you

Love yourselves ladies?...in ALL your glory!


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Arcanum Bride

She came to me - becharming was an' fair; 
resound of church bells call - remote Sunday; 
angelical her face in streams of air; 
she fled into my nothingness of gray..

She fled towards the gray - transformed to drops; 
above the fields accepted were her clouds; 
Amid the dusky shadows of tree tops, 
Imparted lives, my aloneness' Styx shrouds; 

Lone arbiter of my arcanum bride, 
my sentiments ascended - to orbit, 
a quilt of nimbus covered me and cried, 
my life became a flight - winds' chorded ambit! 

She stared at me from yonder stills, merry; 
Unreal she reached my soul but was lifeless; 
The trumps of Angels played in notes airy, 
her bridal offered pure affableness; 

In Acheronian lakes I loved her gleam; 
her thousand tears of rain, arcanum song; 
she fled above the cumulus to deem, 
and crown noctilucent my waxed lifelong.

© 02-16-2012, G. V., All Rights Reserved

(The poem is composed in Iambic tetrameter form.
The Iambic pentameter form is closer to it, as a substitute.)


Details | I do not know? | |

The story of a Muse

The story of a Muse

A beautiful woman that loved him,
she listened to him, in awe of his genius,
she inspired him, encouraged him, 
to do his best work, she validated for him,
that his thoughts and ideas were otherworldly,
She knew his mind and heart must be heard,
His art could change the world, 
and took on the job of pulling this gift out of him,
she lassoed the tornado that was his soul, 
and directed it, into the brush or pen, 
A symbiotic relationship, of male and female,
at their best, a guided purpose.

It seems as if she always left him in the end, 
A mystical woman with more artists to inspire,
left him crying and wounded, 
to do his crazy works after his genius expired,
no direction, haphazard, psychotic, suicidal
used up, emotions undirected, lost, death. 
but a life of value, influential, inspirational, an immortal,

I do not know where i got this impression,
this story of the muse.

Its not fair, 
all my muse's, 
dont care about my work, 
they only care about how i can help them, 
They listen long enough to find what i am looking for,
Put on the mask, the liar face, manipulative,
just long enough to get what they want, 
or realize that i wont give it to them. 
Try to buy my soul with their sex or money.

My naivety, my love, my hope, my trust, 
used against me, for their selfish motives.
Purity pretended, love mimicked, smile a lie. 

Is the muse a lie, is this why the artists go crazy?
Is the suffering evoked by an evil women inspirational?

I have seen men like me, with experiences like me.
Too wounded to love, to trust, to try again. 
Settle for a weak woman, one that wont hurt them. 

Men, i have always considered cowards
They cant look me in the eyes.

As i am beat down by love, i see their temptation.
Chasing the muse, waiting for her, mistaken mimics,

Dont tell me the muse doesnt exist........... 






Details | I do not know? | |

Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






Details | Blank verse | |

Beauty

The pores of the skin 
Are simply the doors
To the beauty within.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I AM A WOMAN

I walk
I talk
I possess an image
That image
I am the woman

The woman who is 
In absolute possession
Of the courage
As brave as a warriors staff
The woman who knows her rights 
And fights for it
I am the woman
With the “man”

I feel 
I heal
I possess a heart
That heart
I am the woman

The woman with 
An inner child
With an overflowing joy
With no worries bigger
The woman whose gleeing spirit
Brings hope to all
I am the woman
With the “womb”

I make
I create
I possess an art
That art
I am the woman

The woman herself
Stringing together
All pieces of earth
And soothing the broken
The woman whose arms
Wraps those she loves
I am the woman
That woman…

©Naa Takia, All Rights Reserved 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Rhyme | |

FOUR WIVES

A man had wives four in number
Yet sweet and peaceful is his slumber
Goodness flowed from the first in number
Yet turned he deaf to her sweetest number 

The fourth woman is his sweetheart
From whom he can never part
Provides her with best from mart
Yet she derides him in her thought

The third queen is a beauty to behold
He and she alone frequent parties I am told
He introduces her as “beautiful and bold”
Yet fears she’ll fly growing wings of gold

His second wife has sharp ears
His sufferings and sorrows she attentively hears
With her counsel extinguishes his fears
She’s been his staff throughout the years

In deathbed, he requested his fourth, ‘Give me company’
Bluntly she refused, “Sorry. You I can’t accompany’
His third wife told, ‘If you die I’ll marry again.”
His second wife told, “I can’t! From me you can nothing gain.”

When he battled with silent and secret tears
“I’ll come with you – have no fears”
His first wife’s voice voluntarily fell on his ears
He muttered, “Sorry sweetheart! I have wasted all these years”

In reality, every man or woman has four spouses
Soul, family, wealth and body you are called to espouse
Second wife - family or friends until grave will cry one with another
Third wife your wealth will immediately marry another
 
Your fourth wife – your body to dust she’ll return
Your soul – the first wife faithfully follows wherever you turn
Let nourishing your soul be your deepest passion
Is it profitable if a man loses his soul? – asks God of compassion.


Details | Couplet | |

Sally version 2

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.


Details | Sonnet | |

Ungodly Gorgeous

Ungodly Gorgeous
Written By: D. Collins 10/29/14
She’s so ungodly gorgeous she should be ashamed of herself.
Possessing so much dominant beauty over everyone else.
The air stands still when she walks into a room.
She gives a winter chill to hot days in June.
She is nature showing off with near perfect design.
An anomaly created only once in awhile.
She’s ungodly gorgeous with tantalizing traits.
The envy of all women and their persistent hate.
She doesn’t wear make-up. Her hair and nails are real.
Her pearly white smile really enhances her grill.
She has a body that took the form of an hour-glass.
And, a personality gleaming with unparalleled class.
All traffic stands still when she’s in a public place.
There is instant paralysis in seeing her lovely face.
She’s ungodly gorgeous compared to others I’ve seen.
Without doubt, she is the Goddess we see in our dreams.


Details | ABC | |

Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.


Details | Light Poetry | |

SOUL OF A WOMAN

                          I have gone the last mile, a turning point in my life. Can't see the sun from the rain. a cloud of doubt and pain.moving toward the place I left heaven help I'm a mess.  Don't like what I see when I face the mirror. Low self-esteem wondering spirit. Reality is to much to bare. fantasy is highly overrated don't want to travel there. Soul of a woman all traces gone. Soul of a woman I want to return home. Soul of a woman my journey begins.   To become a better person to myself, family, and friends. God lead me down the path I met to go. to find the soul of a woman the one I use to know. the one deep in my heart the one I hold.


Details | ABC | |

RAPE

I HAVE RESOLVED TODAY!!!

to never do anything that will not edify.
or say a word that will not dignify.
to respect every woman as member of the opposite sex.
and never treat a woman as an object of sex.


I HAVE RESOLVED TODAY!!!

never to look at a woman with lust
or look at her breast as object of lust.
that though a woman may have a very big breast.
i will never stare or oogle at that very big breast.


I HAVE RESOLVED TODAY!!!

that no woman should ever be raped.
for every woman has a right not to be raped.
that every woman has to right to say no.
and when a woman says no, it means no.

                              CHRIS NWIGWE


Details | Rhyme | |

Secret Touch

God created woman
Just as God created man
However I think woman are the most precious
Let me help you understand
A woman bares fruit that a man cannot produce
Just a man has has certain tools, which some women are desperate to put to use
Women are different, sensual and soft inside
The exterior isn't always that way
Look hard enough & her simplicity you may find
Yes we are complicated and at times hard to read 
We are strong and slick at the mouth
Some of us full of lust and greed
Yes that sounded blunt
However my words blunt and true
You know some of these descriptions somehow express the woman in you
Long hair, Short hair and some straight bald
Different shapes and sizes
Different explicit names we are called
A woman I am, And Women I  love
To my appeal, there's nothing like a woman's touch
The softness of her lips
Like the Silk of my sheets
The beauty of her presence
The innocence that glows while she sleeps
The curves of her shape i see clearly through a tinted screen
A woman's Ora is like a drug
So I guess most men are considered feigns. 
They say its a mans world
Which is quite comical to me
Because without women in this world 
A man cant even succeed
We are the back bone
We are the foundation
Women are a blessing
A blessing with complications
I love my gender
And trust when I say they love me
Two women powered together
With that only Glory I foresee
Look at us women
The world is blessed to have us
Believe me when I say
There's nothing like a woman's touch


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Prose Poetry | |

Contrast

Pharisee went into the Temple to pray
Sure of his goodness and love for God
He prayed confidently about his deeds
Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully
 
This man was glad when the sinner came
Into the Temple with eyes downcast.
For it gave a perfect contrast to himself.
So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner.
 
Sinner was bowed so very low before God.
"God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered.
No list of good uttered, as he could see none.
Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified.
 
Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat.
Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet
He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear,
Fear of what others Pharisees would think.
 
In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair.
She wept at Jesus feet without looking up.
Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair.
Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet
 
A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner.
How could he let her touch him that way?
Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught.
Using this contrast in real life as a lesson.
 
He asked Simon if there were two debts
One greater, one lesser and both forgiven.
Who would feel greater love and gratitude?
Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater"
 
"Correct" said the One who would pay all debts.
Those who know their debt to God is great.
Are filled with greater love toward the Savior.
Simon showed he had little need for the Christ.
 
But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven."
"Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed
Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord
He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever.
 
Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us.
People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up.
People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry.
For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low.
So low that we enter only through true confession
From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself
Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way.
By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured.
 
Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait?
May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made.
Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners.
New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him.
 
By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace


Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful Black Woman

Beautiful black woman 
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Beautiful black woman 
You're worth more than the finest gems.
Your love,
Holds the presence of God's healing hands.

Beautiful black woman
You're the reason why I breathe.

In this follow follow society
Zombies follow I gotta lead...

Beautiful black woman whom,
birthed me into this crazy world,
I came from your womb 
not to be cast down and quietly consumed,
By the rage and fury of a people in a hurry.

You born me...
To be a catalyst of change!
To stand against rape!
To fight for your freedom!
To bring on the new Kingdom!

Beautiful black woman
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Beautiful black woman 
You're worth more than the finest gems.

The world is starving for LOVE. 
We need you ...
For you are LOVE.
Your Unconditional Love holds the keys.
As a matter of fact you have the power to put the world at ease.
Create Peace.
Please forgive us men who fail to understand that
Your LOVE holds the presence of God's healing hands.

Beautiful black woman
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Your LOVE holds the presence of God's healing hands. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Unusual Fragrance

The unusual fragrance looms above my room, 
Its owner not yet known, 
Its purpose still a mystery I assume 
Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, 

Its mood is ataraxia, 
Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, 
Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, 
I have it trapped in a booth, 

Smells like angels on a spring break, 
Dancing gloriously in the water fall, 
With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, 
Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, 

Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, 
As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, 
The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, 
As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,


Details | I do not know? | |

The Visit

Her sandy brown hair was all a mess.
Ice cream stains upon her dress.
Sitting on the curb of a no parking zone,
Appearing scared and all alone.

She sat silent, but tears filled her eyes.
My heart couldn?t ignore her desperate cries.
I knelt beside her, placed my hand on her arm.
I am here to help, I mean you no harm.

Where is your Mother? I softly said.
She let out a sigh and lifted her head.
Her angelic voice quivered, ?I do not know.Ó
She was just here a moment ago.

We came from the store when I dropped my ball.
I went to run after it, then I heard her call.
?Stay out of the streetÓ so I stopped on the lawn.
When I turned back my mother was gone.

I looked all around, there was no one in sight.
We will find your mother, it?ll be alright.
I will take you home, do you know the way?
I don?t know my address she began to say.

Can you describe your house, what color is it?
It?s yellow and white next to a big gravel pit.
Thank goodness I knew the house she meant,
I took her by the hand and away we went.

Walking a short distance, we could see her house.
This sad little girl became joyful and rouse.
She burst through the gate, her mom waiting there.
The woman only reacted with an empty stare.

She was totally oblivious to her daughters return.
I approached the woman with great concern.
Excuse me Ma?am, but are you ok?
?I lost my daughter just yesterdayÓ

She ran after a ball, but I yelled too late.
A reckless drunk driver decided her fate.
We bury her Thursday, then she let out a cry.
?Why dear God did she have to die?Ó

I couldn?t believe my very own ears,
Nor could I hold back my heartrending tears.
You may not believe me, but I just have to say;
?I was visited by an angel todayÓ

I could never explain the why or how.
But I can assure you, she is with you now.
Together forever, never will you part.
As long as you keep her within your heart.


Details | I do not know? | |

Heart And Soul

I see in your heart I see Inside your Soul

I feel the feelings only you can see or know

I feel your pain from deep down inside

And know the hurt and feelings combined

Your an Amazing,Sweetheart this you should know

Don't let anyone take that from deep inside your Soul

The hurt you feel the anguish deep down inside

will only go away if you learn to let go and cry

The release is so great and healing. Refreshing I would say

That your heart will grow warmer and warmer each day

The Love you have inside shows in your outer glow

So let that glow reach deep down to where it needs to go

You are Beautiful on the inside and out dont let anyone

ever make you dought. Take control and let your inner

 light glow.. Come on girl let's give them a beautiful show

Don't lighten your glow for anyone you know let it shine

 and always abound..

Just know this to me you are one of the most Beautiful Souls

One of the most precious I have ever encountered on this earth

Although our friendship is beginning to bloom in leaps and bounds

I feel in my heart there is plenty of room for it still to grow

You are the most open, welcoming, sweetheart of a girl that I know

It feels like our friendship has been around forever your already in my soul

I Love you more than words could ever express I'll always be here

to help with any and all Stress or obstacles you go through

So know in me a True friend you have found one that promises to

NEVER let you down!!!!

Written By: Christina Kirks McCullouch

03/17/2013


Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


Details | Free verse | |

Burning Embers

After being together for a time of great length
I have no idea how I put up with you, or where I get the strength
You make me so furious, just so mad!
Why do I put myself through this, if I just end up being sad?
I get a reminder every morning when I turn to your side of the bed.
The passion our love used to have, a fire burning such a deep red.
Years pass and the fire dies down
I look at you and your once glowing smile, turned into a frown. 
What’s changing I really don’t know
Sometimes wondering if it was all a show…
But in the morning, breath stinky and hair a mess
I look at you and know I’m blessed. 
Because behind those eyes I see a spark
Memories of making out in the park
The only time we’d cry
is when we had to say good-bye. 
I see something that’s keeping us alive
During the screaming shouts there is something in our hearts we are trying to revive
We’re trying to rekindle the burning embers
When all of the sudden, not just our minds, but our hearts remember
We lean in for a passionate kiss
And all of the sudden, remember the feeling of bliss.
And who knew that was the fuel we needed,
A blissful kiss our hearts and lips have so deeply missed
To rekindle our fire
To rekindle our passion
To rekindle our faith and trust we had in each other.


Details | Blank verse | |

the fall

The Fall
He was so very famous decorations covered his 
puny chest, stars shone on his clothes hanger
shoulders, he was famous, yet no one asked what 
he was famous for, but fame has its own aptitude  
as long you are up there in the glare… bombshell, 
he was found to be unfaithful to his wife, and had 
to resign in shame, oh this shame, from his top job 
We think? What´s the big deal, but we cannot say so 
because we have to be M and P correct. The one he 
was sleeping with, doesn´t get any blame…“ He was 
a forceful personality I couldn´t resist him” Meaning 
it was his fault, playing the card of the little woman 
and it worked. Yet when history is written of men who 
lost out to lust and greed, the woman or those like her 
will be a nameless footnote in history.
 


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm A Goddess

I'm a goddess
My flow is unspeakable
Not too many situations are infeasible
A goddess
I'm surely irresistible
Besides my persona the reason isn't invisible
A goddess
I'm gracious always
A real stand up woman the woman she don't play
A goddess
Courageous in all ways
Up against a man my heart will outweigh
A goddess
A woman with intuition
A passion for life and the quality of it's condition
A goddess
I'm a woman authentically
Progressively complexity, I love my femininity



Details | I do not know? | |

Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



Details | Free verse | |

Protect Me As I Sleep

Nobody 
Knows my real name
‘Angel’ 
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Violence
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
If
I will survive
Another day?
Only
To wake up
And
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me tonight
As,I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”

“Goodnight”


Details | Free verse | |

How to love pt1 take notes

She awakened sleeping emotions jumpstarted my heart
The epitome of devotion I'll show her from the start
Released all apprehension unlocked my souls doors
She deserves my affection wont make it a chore

I'll give to her freely all the love that I got
Cant wait till she see's me make love on the spot
And what I desire wont rest till acquired
To keep her inspired till my heartbeats retired

You are my woman my passionate queen
And I am you king our kingdom foreseen
If I am the eagle that rises above
You are the feathers that fit like a glove

If I am the sky so vast and so high
Your oxygen without you I'd die
I'll be the valley and it would be lovely
If you were the river that flowed above me

You are my eve my rib I give gladly
I'll never deceive I'll use honesty daily
You are my woman the queen that I cherish
I'll be the horses that pull your carriage


Details | Didactic | |

A MISSION OF MERCY

In the book of John it relates the history
of Jesus' mission of Christian mercy
when Jesus encounters a Samaritan woman near a drinking well
it was a meeting between two nations whose relationship was one of hell
the Jews and the Samaritans did not get along
each felt the other's method of worship was inherently wrong
separated by paganistic practices and supposed sins
discrimination and name calling again, again and again
yet it doesn't seem that much different than today's society
where different ethnic groups display the same hate and hostility
but Jesus interjected Himself, He came to intervene
on a mission of mercy and tolerance never before seen
to bring abundant love and life to a world cloaked in misery
and give living water to quench the drought that has parched humanity
to step from behind the stained glass windows of the churches and synagogues
and into the hearts and minds of men and spread the goodness that is God

John touched on a theme that's occurred several times in the Scriptures
when a man of God meets a woman and a spiritual wedding can be pictured
on a mission of mercy to cross that Great Divide
to bring people together on the same spiritual side
Jesus told that Samaritan woman He knew of her past
about the five husbands that she had outlast
but whether she was divorced or widowed from them
it's not mentioned in the text so don't assume any sin
but Jesus saw beyond that and looked into her heart
He treated her with respect and held her in regard
she knew He was a prophet by His very words
she told Him of the things about Jews she had heard
Jesus the Christ then went into His missionary mode
He said in order to worship God you don't need any certain code
as there is no specific time nor any special place
for one to worship the God of righteousness, truth and grace
a mission of mercy is what Jesus came to convey
He even revealed to her who He really was that day

mankind has a problem looking pass the surface and into the heart
we can't seem to get the message that we're all equal in the eyes of God
we come with our bigotry, prejudice and hate
we can't even agree on the issue of faith
but Jesus the Christ gave us a lasting legacy
to love one another and to live life as a mission of mercy


Details | Free verse | |

The Love of a Woman

It is there to which a man is a man. 
There when he knows his true self. 
It is only when he has the love of a woman that he feels ten feet tall. 
It is her to which makes him feel special inside. 
There he knows he exsist and feels love. 
There he will do no wrong because of the love of his heart. 
It is the love of a woman that is special in this world. 
As I have found mine makes me feel like heaven. 
It is there my heart is filled with joy. 
Just to know you are there to share it with. 
It is the things you make me feel when I am with you as well as without. 
It is the love of a woman that keeps a man strong. 
It is there I share my life with great love of ones heart. 
But the love of a woman I have known. 
That you are my every joy because it is you to which makes me smile with excitement. 
But it is the love of a woman that makes life worthy of living. 
As with you, everyday is like heaven. 
As I have found myself with the true love of a woman. 
I have found my heart because you are all that. 
I love you so.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


Details | I do not know? | |

She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



Details | Rhyme | |

God's Plan for Marriage


There’s a truth that remains since 
the beginning of time.
God created man and woman, 
 with marriage in mind.

From the dust of the ground,
Adam was formed.
From his side came Eve.  A new life was “born!”

God’s design for marriage became 
very evident and clear…
If not for Adam and Eve,
 none of us would be here!

Marriage is a blessing from God.  
A gift from God above.
A man and a woman come together
 as an expression of their love.

Anything different than one man 
and woman is perverted.
This is a lie from our culture that
 is trying to be “inserted.”

God gave us all a natural love 
with a strong ambition.
To come as a husband and wife 
is a God given intention!

Read from the books of Genesis
 thru Revelation…
God’s idea of marriage is
 for any person or nation.

Many can try to change what God
 has already designed.
It’s no wonder why so many have 
“confused” minds.

Let’s come back to God and
 trust him with our life!
The one who set up marriage as; 
“one husband and one wife!”

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Creation, Curse and Promise

Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.

That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree?  Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.

Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.

A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.

Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.

For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between.  Choose now.

For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.

Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.


Details | Lyric | |

Out of the Blues.

I have given up on life, I have resigned to fate,
thinking I could not have found it, love.
I tried but could not just make it work.
All the best I thought was my dedication 
turned to work out against my desire.
All I wanted was to find that one woman meant for me
As much as I tried, I couldn't just make it happen.
Then I thought I was just not good enough.
And I wondered how other people do it.
I wonder how they make it happen.
To me, it is a miracle that is unattainable.
How they live so happily in love.
I always wondered but felt it was not meant for me  to have a feel of.
An object of mockery for others I became 
because a lonely life i was living
Then suddenly...
Out of the blues you appeared,
all clothed in white robe.
You made straight towards me and i wondered who you were
Then I looked again and then realized who you are
I realized you are my Angel of love.
I thought I was dreaming
then you called my name and i realized it was not a dream
The value of my patience was found in you
Then I realized loving would not have been better if it was not with you.
In you I have found joy, peace and dignity.
In you I have found all the woman I have ever wanted.
Then I realized I could not have been more luckier.
I LOVE YOU


Details | Free verse | |

Stolen Promises

As a little girl I wanted to be a ballerina
With beautiful dresses flowing freely when I spun around
Holding the looking glass close in hand
Marveling at the beauty that was to come

As an adolescent I found a helpless kitten outside
Curled up in a ball of our puppy’s fur
Instantly my dreams began to grow into a need to save all I could
Sheltering them until they were strong

As a young lady I explored my youth in every aspect
Enjoying what delight it brought savoring the bite
Gracefully walking towards my own enlightenment
Growing into the woman I have become

As a woman I’ve enveloped the best of the lessons I’ve been taught
Absorbing the significance of each and every one sought
Capturing the essence in giving unconditionally with no expectation of receiving
Cherishing the soured sweet as I learned in retreat
There is always another way
Another door
Another day

Today I need to complete the tasks at hand and those that lay ahead 
Repenting brings forgiveness
As I stand before the threshold 
While asking to spare a little time
Once more I ask

Do we fully grasp the know of when our hours begin to count
Is it then and only then
Clairvoyance shows us an understanding of just how tremendously
Precious each second precisely is





Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



Details | I do not know? | |

Merely female

Hushed by the stares
The moves, the everything
For in your eyes
Feeble and frail
Are synonyms 
Of  female
 
This silence is everywhere
In relationships, busy streets
Corporate realms and cowering in the dark
If only they knew the epicness
Deep within her heart
 
Humility preserved always
Glides clandestinely thru the noise
Lest they glance her shadow
And mistake it for her voice
Anxiety bubbles, bemoaning, bottled
A certain subtle potential overwhelming kapow!
But hushed by the stares
The daily humans who say no
 
Are her heart and mind worth naught?
In this bullying world
Too busy shouting and staring
To even recognize her
Much more listen to her thoughts?
 
Must she continue pacing this life?
God forbid she should rise
Be hushed and muted
Unsung to this realm
Fragile and frail
Lest we forget
She is merely female.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The 21st century

This new age technology
Have me confuse I must confess
Cause while I spending more money
Everything else is getting less

I will give you some example
Hope you don’t get depress
But if I’m telling the truth 
Just answer and tell me yes

Our telephones now
Are all wire wireless
And them new stoves
 Now are completely fireless

A woman in Trinidad washing cloths
On the tree she throws her dress
I ask her why not use a line
She say she going wireless

Google making new cars now
That is driverless
And you just press a button to start
Its is also keyless

They even changing fast food also
To make them completely fatless
So you can eat all you want
While your wallet become cashless

A woman in Malaysia
Have to children who are jobless
And she quarrelling with her husband
Because them wives today are fearless

So while the cost of living rising
Our value become less
The world is in recession
Those leaders are directionless

Today you see young couples
Some of them cheat so heartless
Because to them relationships
Are completely meaningless

Some today have bad attitudes
And live life so careless
And when you tell them good morning
They say mind your own business

 My friend the romantic dude 
With then women he has success
But if he don’t marry one
Then he will be living wifeless

The fees in universities are expensive
While education are become valueless
And everywhere in the world today
You will meet people who are manner less

A man buys his wife a perfume
They call it timeless
Then he trying to lose some weight
so he drink is completely  sugarless

My girlfriend gives me lunch in a bowl
It was completely soup less
Them ask me if my belly full
Saying today we going foodless

So I tell her yes darling
It was so delicious
Because if I hurt her feeling
She might leave me loveless

Yes the 21 st century
Has everything is getting less
But still am and optimist
And will keep my hope endless


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Woman in the Mirror

Today I looked in the mirror 
And I didn’t recognize the woman 
That stared back at me 
She frightened me 
For she told the truth 
Where I wish I could lie

I decided to look closer 
And oh she resembled me greatly 
But I looked into her eyes
Which led to her heart
And they appeared to be as cold as death

I don’t know when she became like this 
But the time had come 
I started to remember what had 
Made this woman so beautiful
At one point in her life 
Actually not too long ago at all

I then found the source of her beauty 
She used to cherish prayer and her time with her God 
She used to value being able to tell Him 
How wonderful He was 
And how much she adored Him and 
Longed to imitate the beauty she saw in Him 

She used to cling to His words, 
For she knew without them she could not live 
She loved to help and please all those who worshipped Him 
And she loved to encourage those who did not 
Because she felt the love of God 
And wanted to share it with others 

She valued purity and prided being one with God 
Indeed these things had made her beautiful
Yes she knew these things alone
For she once knew that 
Flattery from man meant nothing

But as I look in the mirror 
The woman I see doesn’t value
 Any of these things
No, not the way she once did 
Her eyes are white as snow 
And her skin still soft but she no longer 
Resembled the beautiful girl that once was 

I wish that I could go erase 
The disaster that I created 
However what was done was done 
I wish I could tell the woman in 
The mirror that she is loved 


Details | Light Poetry | |

I AM

I AM
I am the cool breeze playing through your hair
I am the soft whispers of the flower petals against your ear
I am the tree standing heroically above the fields grasses
I am the sun shining victoriously over the night
I AM

I AM
I am the face you caress in your time of love 
I am the hand you squeeze when you are scared
I am the one you hug when you are joyful
I am your love
I AM

I AM
I am the independent woman before you
I am the one who has survived their hate
I am not the "lady" sipping her tea
I am the strong, independent woman God made
I AM ME


Details | Sonnet | |

The woman I am

Some say I am a strong woman Some tell me I am a brave woman some think I should be more of a woman Some will tell you i'm a good woman While some think im not much of a woman. Or at all like any woman they ever knew, And that I could be so much more. But all I am is a woman All I am is my woman I am the woman I can be Not the one I should be, could be, would be Not so much more, too much like, or nearly so.


Details | I do not know? | |

She



A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.





Details | Rhyme | |

God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | I do not know? | |

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


Details | I do not know? | |

Be yourself


I had a realization this morning
about “what women want”, it
was after a young lady let me in
on a secret that they just don’t
know! Now my mind is left
pondering is everything just for
show?


I asked was it money, looks or
success she said no! I followed
with a warm heart, laughter or
perhaps a wild side!. In her
stride she said calmly “we just
can’t decide”


So in a woman’s mind a guys
a blank canvas no colour no
shape. We might as-well be
hidden behind the drapes.
Waiting for that spark of interest,
is this the hidden test?


My realization that I have come
to is!, that its best to be yourself
to impress. Then you know she
likes you and not the lead in a
show.

 



Details | Free verse | |

Truth Through You

The all knowing,
unforgiving
subconscious
showing our hidden
secrets of
deep crushes;
that boy in the back row with
long blonde dread locks,
snowy-blue eyes,
with hands that sweat
when he is called upon by the teacher,
though only you recognize this fact.
Or that girl,
always wearing chains
hair black and red,
too small to be recognized;
I don't think she cares.
They shatter our hearts,
when they promptly decline the return
of love.
Secrets of
hidden pasts,
haunting
the world; turns black.
You never realize the
change,
the way your body,
without the help of your logic,
but the help of your daytime thoughts,
your desires,
shows your heart,
your basic wants,
your needs,
like the loves you want,
and the true feelings
of those
closest to you;
love, hate, jealousy.
As you are
in
deep,
as deep as an ocean
with your
shining subconscious,
with love,
like the sun's early morning beams
on a calm blue ocean.
You have more to hide,
than a cursed vampire,
always running from the truth,
though you are not he,
but a waiting woman,
beautiful in sight,
unforgettable in thought,
for the vampire steals your knowledge;
ensuring you that you are safe,
forcing you to relive those
pain filled moments
so that
he can
help
with the past
and future.
But you've already given
to him
the symbol of your sincerity,
through a promise.
A promise to stay with him,
to make things work,
solving each problem,
fixing every broken part,
a promise to,
in the end,
be together,
married.
I take them easily,
from your willing hands,
your previous thoughts,
and the love you give me.
So when, that night,
me basking in the
bright light
of my favorite computer game,
battling others on the
fields of justice,
the League of Legends,
and you gradually rolled over
opened your eyes, glistening,
impossible to miss
even in the
dark, enclosed room,
and you ask of me,
with thoughts of purity,
"Come to bed,
I want to sleep next to you,
feel your warmth"
I lost myself in you,
and even though I wasn't tired,
I wrapped up in the large
warm blankets
draped my arms softly over you,
and lost myself to my own Subconscious,
in hopes you will see,
through the most inner parts of
what makes me,
that I truly, truly love you too.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Confident Woman

I refuse to sabotage my future, 
I refuse to have self-doubt
I refuse to believe that I'm useless
From the depths of darkness, God brought me out.
You see, God is the source of  where my strength lies
and small beginnings, I shall not despise.
I stand with boldness, knowing my God is real
The Confident Woman has now been revealed
Failures and uncertainty tried to hinder my path
By reminding my thoughts of my frozen laughs
But today is the day that I stand here and say
This Confident Woman is well on her way


Details | Quatrain | |

Mary

           Mary

Holy Mother Mary 
Always close at hand
I see your sign in my palm 
You calm and understand

Holy Mother Mary
Never there to chide
You mark the hand of all
To still … to love …to guide.


Details | Free verse | |

Baby Girl

I write this  for my sweet Baby Girl,
    Who means more to me now then anything in this world .
How she can make me smile and laugh out loud,
    Never has a woman ever made me feel so prideful & proud.
These dreams I have of her each and all of my nights.
    Awakens me every single day feeling so good and right .
For so many years I have waited for this day ,
    Finally a woman that makes me feel this way.
So filled with so much joy as my heart constantly glows,
    And those who see me will never doubt this  I know.
This beautiful and most wonderful Sweet Baby Girl,
    Is all I will ever want or need in this whole world. 
TAC
 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Presence of Time

The Presence of Time
By Josie Parrelli

Where the clocks are beating
The journey starts
Time
Life is a sense of timing
Who we meet, who we see
What we do
Each step we take
Guides us upon our path 
Confused, we question
The clock keeps beating
With no rhythm or rhyme
That’s where the confusion has started
We fear the clock beating
As if it’s a mocking call
Eyeing your every move seeing your falls
Be still in the moment, the clocks are not your foe
They are beating
In your rhythm
Your time
For the clock beats differently for all of us
Our steps, our journey
The presence of time is your friend
Listen to it, hear the beats
Dance
For when the time hits 
You realise that the clock was always beating
In your time, your tune
Sing
For the presence of time is never to be feared 
Never to be questioned; never to be argued with
Listen to it, hear the beats
Hear the melody, sing the song
Strum the beats
For within the melody is where your destiny lies
Believe and trust
For the presence of time
Is a gift, unique to us
This is Your Life Purpose
For here is where your story is told

(c)2013


Details | Clerihew | |

forever should be spelled four ever because four months is all you've got at best

 FOREVER SHOULD  BE SPELLED FOUR EVER
    BECAUSE, BABY, YOU MIGHT RATE FOUR MONTHS AT BEST 

Baby, this is forever like Never-Neverland
Where frowns and tears are forever banned
No sorrow because forever is in the center of our love
And baby, those are all words of bulls**t above

If you beg my real option I’ll stay until I want to go
And stealthily  shall I leave like a cat cautiously and slow
Because honey, for now you got what it takes
And I adore very inch of you got  that shakes
The shimmies and slithering while prancing on the dance floor
Yeah baby, forever,  until I walk out the door

You don’t really think I won’t spread my good looks around
Yet I’ll leave you without a mother f*****g sound
I’ll take any woman I want when the time is right
And she and I will take a heaven bound flight
But baby for you I’m all  yours tonight
Oh no, don’t shake that beautiful bottom for spite

I’m just telling you the facts and all the facts I know
Forever with you will be until I pack up and go
Because I’ve got an army of women standing on a god-d*mned line
And just look how I cut the air with my slender body and straightened spine
But the truth isn’t a woman out there who ain‘t saying, “Hell no, I don’t want that outlaw as mine”
                 © 2011.…~free cee!~


Details | Rhyme | |

Women made me

I focus on my attributes in hope to one day compete
With them so called, "players and g's"
A wide skill level, intelligent approach to life
From writing poetry to being the best in a fight

I raise my intellect because girls don't like stupid
Began to learn in order to help cupid
Various knowledge, gained  just to impress
But i kept going, curious as to what i'll learn next

I play piano because i was inspired by movies
Where with a sweet song, you get that girl nice and gooey
She falls for you, and then you have your queen
And all you had to do was flick some keys

I blow that clarinet to use it like a net
Sweeping women off there feet with musical clefs
It feels nice as my fingers fly
Closing the keys and emitting soft sighs

At first i was focused on the women
Never having any i hoped this would attract them 
Now i revel in it, i love the music
And so i have a whole different reason to do it

It was the same with sports, women love the stars
The athletes with chests and abs seen from afar
So i hit the field and began to improve
Proud of the new cuts and grooves

I started poetry with my first love note
Trying a new technique because nothing else worked
I began to enjoy so i continued to write
But my first poem was written because i wanted to be her knight

Without woman i'd of had no motivation
Never would of discovered my talents without inspiration
Besides without a woman i wouldn't be alive
So i have no respect for them rude guys

To all the ladies, i thank you and i hope you remain
Strong in relationships, please stay sane
And remember, not all of us are alike
You probably just overlook the guys that are nice


Details | Free verse | |

Free Fallin'

My desicion was made. I wouldn't allow myself to be controlled. If that makes me a rebel, then let it be. I'm a Rebel. At least I can Make my own choices now. I can love and care about others. "You are here by stripped from your wings." Then it was like someone had bound my wings and pushed me off a cliff. it felt like forever. til finally i reach the ground. When i hit, it felt like everybone in my wings had shattered. I had fallen. and It hurt so bad. but it was worth it.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Purpose

You are my ray of sunshine  through those days of Gloom,
A glimsp of your smile  hoping to be  with  you very soon.
  I keep your heart with mine safe and protected I gaurd it all the time,
If you'll keep my heart with you safe and protected We will be just fine.
  With my prayers  I watch over you keeping you from any hurt or sarrows,
Making sure your world is what you wanted  today and all of your tommorrows..
  It is in the joy I bring you that that makes me whole and with a purpose in life,
Knowing in my heart that god has chose you my  Darling Angel to be my loving wife.
  My Dreams are so beautiful because you are in my heart and soul ,
Life with out you would not be something I would  never want to know.
 TAC


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Two worlds

SOLDIER
a man or woman who fights for your every right
a man or woman walks destinys path every night
a man or woman stands tall no matter the fright


Peacekeeper
a man or woman fights to protect
a man or woman sticks out his neck
a man or woman that stand till theres no one left


Soldier or peacekeeper these people are just like you and me
support them so children may run free care free and happily
Becuase they are doing the same thing in a diffrent way for you and me


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Rewrite

Rewrite
You have been broken down to believe you deserve no better
But you do and you forgot so now I write this letter
The strings were cut free to be the woman you know you are
Fear the secret tether keeping you from going too far
The game replayed and still you chose to be the willing fool
Knowingly a pawn knowing they will break the rule
You strove to rekindle your flame to reclaim your soul’s fire
Don’t deny yourself the respect or deny the desire
That familiar face in the mirror longs to understand the why
Love should bring you a smile not more tears to cry
Cast away self doubt and that lingering fear of the unknown
Left to the dark the flower would have never grown
Revel in your strengths as you relish what keeps you smitten
Freed from page your story’s end is yet to be written
Drakavai2013


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Romance with an image

Love aviated in him, so subtly,
but felt nothing less than a knife,
that had encroached upon him so balefully,
but he hadn’t felt so peaceful in life.

Every time he closed his illuminated eyes,
he disembarked in the alternate universe,
where the fire of hell had been extinguished long back,
where heaven was hallucinating on earth.

He felt her aroma everywhere he roamed,
it was a timid quaint feeling of hope,
a feeling that had resurfaced in him since he had found,
in this love, peace and sound.

He visualized her in not-so quintessential ways,
she had a soul brighter than sun and its rays.
she breathes flowers, very sublime,
had the aura of a million saints, all very fine.

She spoke, broadminded about how she conquered,
the kingdom of his heart, in the empire of his soul,
she spoke of how she set flight like a bird,
brushed away his darkness, filled all his holes.

Now she wants a body, not the depths of his heart,
so one day she and him will have to part,
till then he will continue to embrace her this way,
fill in his desire for love, for peace and gay.


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God's Plan For Marriage


God’s Plan for Marriage… There’s a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!” God’s design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be “inserted.” God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God’s idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It’s no wonder why so many have “confused” minds. Let’s come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; “one husband and one wife!” By Jim Pemberton


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women with a forgiving heart

are you a woman with a forgiving heart?
do you follow and adhere to the word of God?
are you a one who can forgive and forget?
are you in tune with the Holy Spirit?

commit your ways to the Lord and trust in Him to do
and He will then make your righteousness coming shining through
be still before the Lord and patiently on Him just wait
it's not about walking by sight it's about walking by faith

so where do you begin? how do you start?
to become a woman with a forgiving heart?
start by letting go of the malice and bitterness that you've obtained
forgive all those who have caused you in life some strain
rise above the pettiness and unloose the grudge
lay it at God's altar as only He has the right to judge
commit to a relationship with God and in Him just trust
it's not an option but an absolute must

so how do you become a woman with a forgiving heart?
what is it that you must do on your part?
you need to get your house in order and to God submit 
to be healed and then cleansed by the power of the Holy Spirit
with a willingness to bear with others and put your grievances to the side
in the name of Jesus let His holiness in you now reside

the way to become a woman with a forgiving heart
is to be a committed and delightful disciple fulfilled with the love of God


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The Woman

Look inside 
Down deep inside 
and tell me what you find
in the bottom of your soul
Look in the mirror 
stare at your reflection
and tell me what you see
in those bright blue eyes
Do the looks match your emotions?

Deep inside those eyes
I see a broken woman 
a woman so low 
on the verge of falling 
deeper. 

From the outside 
I see a happy woman
a woman with a smile
on the verge of jumping
higher. 

Look around you 
All around you 
and the people moving 
not noticing your sorrow
Look in their eyes 
glare for a while
what are their thoughts
about you ?

Deep in their hearts 
They wonder what is wrong
a woman so withdrawn
on the verge of collapsing
Lower. 

From the first glance
They see an ordinary woman 
a pretty woman 
on the verge of laughing.

Look deeper
into this extraordinary woman 
a fighter, a lover
See the sorrow 
taking over this great woman
a griever, a loner 
Watch the tears
flood from this stong woman
as she breaks.


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God's Object

From the beginning of time God had a plan,
out of clay and dust He breathed soul into man.
Adam was his name, not wanting to be all alone,
with part of his rib a woman named Eve was sown.
Made for God's glory, not expecting their fall,
nothing could keep them from hearing His call.
He gave them everything except one special tree,
If they ate from it, they would no longer be free.
One day in the tree a serpent  came by surprise,
questioned God's authority by telling Eve lies.
Curiousity took control thinking maybe he was right,
Eve took a bite of something that now gave her sight.
Tempted by fruit which now made them very aware,
Adam cried out to God, "How can this be fair?"
If it was not for this woman You gave to me,
I could have listened, I would still be free.
God cursed the land sending them away,
due to disobedience, they now have to pay.
Fellowship got broken, God was betrayed,
year after year sacrafices had to be made.
Then one night an angel visited a young girl,
announcing her baby is coming to save the world.
Surprised by the news, for she knew not a man,
the angel said, "Fear not, for God has a plan!"
Conceived by the Holy Spirit you'll deliver a boy,
behold, to hear and see the great tidings of joy.
Unto the people a Saviour is born, lying in a manager,
God in the flesh entering this world now as a stranger.
Now wanting to buy back for centuries those who were lost,
determined to pay the price no matter how much it will cost.
So to earth God sent His Son to save everyone who believes,
Awaiting the love He wants from His creation He daily sees.
His Son's Name is Jesus, He came to save the world,
every man and every woman, every boy and every girl.
All WE have to do is believe this much is true,
the object of His love is to spend eternity with....
                                           YOU!!!


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Junk

She stood quietly on the edge,
Watching the waves below.
She was sure no one would miss her,
They wouldn’t even know.

Alone in a sea of people,
Blissfully unaware.
She was all but invisible,
No one knew she was there.

There were never any answers,
Just confusion and strife.
Like a piece of cosmic garbage,
Living a useless life.

She wondered if the fall would hurt,
Would she suffer at all?
What if she managed to survive,
Left crippled by the fall?

Perhaps her peers would notice then,
Though they’d try not to stare.
She wouldn’t be invisible,
At least they’d see the chair.

Then from behind her came a voice,
“Don’t do this!” it implored.
A little girl stood all aglow,
An angel from the Lord.

“Mommy, I can’t let you do it.
You’re worth more than you know.
If your life ends, mine can’t begin;
I’ll lose my chance to grow!”

The apparition startled her;
A child she never bore?
She couldn’t see how this could be,
But needed to know more.

The child became a teenager,
And addressed her again.
“I’ll need your patient wisdom when
My rebel years begin.”

She watched the vision change once more,
To a young woman now.
She said: “Who will plan my wedding,
The day I make that vow?”

Again she saw the image change,
And take her by the hand.
An old woman stood promising,
That soon, she’d understand.

Then all around the two of them
Stood people, young and old.
“Each of these is your descendant.”
‘Twas a sight to behold.

When the apparitions faded,
Only the child remained.
Saying: “Now do you understand,
 The things that I’ve explained?”

“There’s a reason for every life.
From king to serf to drunk.
And every soul is important,
For God does not make junk.”

With that, the vision disappeared,
And finally she knew;
Every person has a purpose;
God has a plan for you.


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Kantalenes Myth

I walk on the icy Milky way
where ghost horses shape clouds and stuff
and Myth comes down naked and fragile

Man and Woman came into being in such a Myth
They stepped across many borders, they danced in a star wheel

Tales are told, live for awhile and then disappear
In many tales Man came to Woman
And she told him she had seen him in a dream
As he had come from the ghost horses he understood

Still he was snow huts and coldness
Only Woman could give him warmth as shelter
He now came to believe in his mission
He had to be the first Lover of Poetry
And he had to walk from land to land
With love as a yoke on his shoulders

Man was eyes, skin, heart, dance and song
He saw Womans intentions 
and he sank beneath promised Beauty

Then they walked across the vast field
Unto the place where horizon tilt 


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'61' (Under the bridge)

I see the desolate stares of the poor huddled masses.
Clothes piled in a corner, a woman stirs as each person passes.
The putrid smell of weed and urine fills the air, I choke on the smell. 
I search my soul and my heart cries out to those that live in this Hell --
An abyss where people go to get away from the harsh realities of this world. 
The grief I feel for those who lay upon the ground, with sleeping bags unfurled.
I listen in earnest to stories of suffering and pain that seem to fill this place.
I see the lines and creases upon the brow of a woman with haggard face.
The Lord has brought the good news forth to those poor, broken spirits. 
Isaiah, humble prophet, summoned to preach to all who'd hear it.   
Sweet Jesus, send fourth your love and mercy to those under the bridge
and Lord I pray that the words I write will summon faith and courage,
to those who attempt to turn blind eye to these poor souls in need.
America, cover not your ears to the poor, and my words I beg you take heed.


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Victory

As the beasts of this world
Continue pouring from their cup …
An angel from heaven delivers hope
On the wings of an eagle it comes

And the beasts of the earth bow in defeat
As the two-edge sword is revealed
The seal of God’s word is given and
There are two women, one pure and one un-pure

While the un-pure woman is corrupt
She is dressed in scarlet and her name …
Her name is Jezebel for she is a harlot
And  she honors the serpent, not God

The pure woman is full of incense,She is ... 
Israel, dressed in robes of white, garments of gold
For the sun shines brightly in her heart
And on her forehead is the kiss of God

The pure woman eats of the book daily
In reverence to her Lord
She delights in the gift the blood
Has given her, she is thankful

The stars sing out the triumph
And the sun shines forth in majesty
For Israel withstood the harvest
She looks to the Morning Star and rejoices in victory


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Don't Judge Others---Behold God's Truth

Don't Judge Others---
For In Christ
We All our Sisters and Brothers

But within this Life
God Made A Man
For A Woman
As God Made Woman
For A Man

There are those
Who are Free Spirits
They go with whatever 
However Their Feelings
Desires Flow

They have a Choice
To which ever 
They wish to go..
Follow God's Way
Or Do as they say...

Don't Judge
For God has His Divine
Reason beyond.. 
What we understand

Walk and Talk
Always in Love
To All God's Children
Love All Sisters and Brothers

But with God.. 
Do make a Stand
For What YOU Believe in
Help them to understand
Stand in Truth of God
Witness For Christ.. 
all things pertain to life

As I Believe tis be
I do.. make a Stand
I shall Not Judge
For God Made me whom I am
A Woman of Christ

I pray many understand
Not get offended
For this is what God had planned
States in His Divine Word
Holy Bible.. Truth Must be Heard
God Made Man for Woman
As God Made Woman for Man

Search Seek Christ
He will guide and direct
All your ways in Life
In Love of Truth.. and Happiness

Come to Jesus
Behold God's Truth
His Truth of Love
For Man & Woman
God's Love for All
Pure Love of Christ 
Tis Set Your Heart Free


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Embrace (Revised) 05/04/2008

I am a woman embracing the moment
Standing silhouetted against the morning sun
A majestic mountain visible in the distance

Time passes as flowers blossom 
River sounds rise on the breeze
In a wondrous place on earth
Where everything has its place, in its place

Under the willow flowers drift hidden by shadows
Bird’s, joyfully singing
Butterflies, lingering
Sunflowers nodding hello
I call my favorite place
The meadow

Silenced by the sight in solitude, a perfect vision
As time withers away painful memories
A calmness that fills the air surrounds me, a moment of peace

Now I have no fears as I freely breathe in new life
Standing silhouetted against the morning sun
I am a woman embracing the moment
I call my favorite place   
The meadow


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Spitfire

Alas for the sun which kisses my hand upon bended knee, 
Today he blesses me and 
Whispers my chosen name.

Spitfire. 

Who among the common knew that ice could burn so brightly.
Or that water could fit so very nicely with
Flame.
Today I am the world, its contents my game.

Spitfire.


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Out Of Heaven

From the beyond,
Comes a beautiful woman disguise as an angel.
Her beauty is incredible;
It's like looking at the universe.
Her smile is like the rays of the sunshine;
When you see it,
It's going to be on your mind.
Her eyes is so hypnotizing,
You'll forever be mesmerizing.
Her touch would make you want her very much.
Her laughter is out of heaven;
When you hear it,
It's like music to your ears;
When she talks,
You'll be seeing things more clear;
The way she walks would make you float into the air.
The way she looks at you is special,
It's magical.
I believe some where over the rainbow,
Lies a beautiful woman disguise as an angel;
Waiting for the gates to open,
To come out of heaven.


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Strangers

So I saw this woman today,
She looked familiar.
Like someone I’ve seen before,
Well basically someone I knew.
She outwardly represented something,
Something that was real,
Something that was true.
I initially chose not to talk to her,
But just stared in silence & she did the same
She seemed to recognize me also.
But when I opened my mouth to finally say something,
 It caught her off guard &
I realized it was futile she doesn’t hear me,
She’s just there.
I tried to figure out why she looks so tired.
Worn out,
Like she had no hope,
Like she was lost,
All the happiness was gone,
Drained from her face,
No smile

I kept staring,
I swear I knew her. 
The more I studied her face,
The more she studied mine,

Then it dawned on me,
I realized who it was.
But I was too afraid to say anything,
I was too afraid to take the initiative.
It’s incredible how the memories flooded back
She was the same person I knew,
The same girl,
Well grown up woman now.
Just a stranger because we never talk anymore
She still shared similar interests,
Still so much like me,
How did I know this?

Because like every time we had passed before,
She dresses like me,
She wears the same thing.
But at the same time,
She was too different for me to familiarize myself with anymore
Other than being grown up,
Something else was different about her,
That reason she looked so tired,
That glazed looked in her eyes.
She seemed almost in pain,
Like she was struggling,
Almost fed up.
I tried to get her to talk,
But every time I coaxed her,
She would cut me off & vice a versa
Needless to say,
To make a long story short
Stay in touch with those from your past,
Before you know it…

Your own reflection is a complete stranger.


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I love me Black woman

I love me black woman 
whom God created from the sand
the black woman that I adore 
she has my eyes allure 
she's my first virgin born and pure
I bade in her wisdom, power, acceptance and I am sure
She's definitely the one 
that has given me a special son.
I love me black woman with vision
she's ahead with an incredible mission.
i love me black woman with passion 
the quality of her blossom that I cannot ignore
in my mind she has never been bored.
I love me black woman from the very top of her head toward her bottom feet.
I love me black woman all the time 
wouldn't dare trade her for a dime. 
I would have write the more ,but there wouldn't be space 
to describe how much a black woman worth.
She's the mother of all earth 
given a gift with an unbelievable birth.
Who wouldn't love a black woman 
in such case is ignant.
to abuse a black woman, I dare not 
She's my black woman beautiful within and out
she's all that I 'm bout
a black woman a red rose to be 
I can't help myself but see
that a black woman is all that
Precious, fragile and magnificently phat
I love me black woman. 


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For Maya Angelou

For Dr Maya Angelou


Vanquished by the day one may be,
Beaten down by the barren night.
 
Faltering at times,
at times upright.
 
Still one stands.
One still fights.
 
For though one falls,
One must rise.


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I See Without Seeing

I look without seeing, imagination runs away with me, dreams mix with reality and reality never helped me. 
I swim in the darkness the shadows surround, the water runs deep, I am with the lost and I am never found. 
Drops race down my body and cover my skin with their streams, imitations of tears. 
I've been trapped in my life for more than my years.
A life long existence of nothing but pain, a shock to the system, a game for a game.
I'm lost without leaving in a place I cannot see, I look without seeing and find a life with no living.


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Mystery of a Marriage---Beholds Pure Love N Truth

God created man in His Image
Man is to have dominion 
Over all the animals 
And land

God Blessed Man
With Woman
Taking in fashioning a woman
From out of the side of man
From Out of man’s Rib

God stated Man in woman 
become as one
Mystery of Marriage
As Husband in Wife… 
Pure Love Together 
sustain entire time in life

Husbands to Love their wife’s 
Just as Christ Loves the Church 
and gave himself for her
Husbands ought to Love their wife’s 
as their own bodies
A husband who loves his Wife loves himself

Wife’s ought to Love 
their husbands the same
for Out of her Love for her-Man 
giving him his Place 
as God has planned
her husband to be
Head of his household 
Over the castle-the King
Same In return.. 
As she be the Queen

God made woman
From the rib of man
To be man’s companion
This way neither be alone
In times lifelong days..  

Woman was made 
to be next to man
Walking together side by side
Holding each-others hands

Mystery of Marriage
Is When two come together
As man and wife
They both He and She 
then established as one
their place within life

as woman is Next to her man’s heart
Walking by his side 
Love equals out all things
Marriage sustains

True Love… confides
Interweaves.. Never leaves
With Two hearts Cherish
Pure Love endures Together binds
Two Souls, Minds 
Love within their hearts
As time unfolds

As Solomon spoke;
Price of a good wife is;
“Far above Rubies”
Just like a precious stone
In order for Wife to Shine
Should be guarded, supported
And Forever Treasured
As Love Beyond Measure

As husband and wife
both cleave to each other
Sustains their marriage 
Within time of this life

Man shall cleave to his wife
As she shall cleaves unto him
Sweetness of Pure Love N Truth
Mystery of Marriage.. without end

Both from same yoke
Together Forever 
Tho.. Life Long ends 
Still yet be even then beyond

Both Eternally Born-again
Treasures of Love & Truth
Two Hearts… Souls within is one
Walking together always 
with Our Fathers Son

God’s Divine Love
Jesus Christ
Sustains all things
Within this Life
And Eternity…

Mystery of Marriage
God brings Two
Together as One
Forever Worshiping God
Following Christ
Pure Love & Truth 
Sustains Forever
Now and beyond 
Together Eternal Life-time


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Still at This Time---Mystery

As I went to my sons school
I entered into to go speak 
with one of his teachers 
as I had checked in
and went along the hall
to where my son teacher was
as I done so....

As a woman appoached me
then she spoke and told me to stop... 
Stop right there... 
Startled me...
As I stopped I turned around
Then she said... Young lady 
Where are you to be???
You are skipping Class...
You need to come with me...
Right Now!!!

I smiled and then said...
I am sorry but you have mistaken me
I am actually a parent 
I am here to see my son and his teacher

She then looked at me...
and said... as laughing in the air..
she said... that is a good one..
Now... Come with me..
I am taking you to the Principles office

I thought and then said..
oh... no your not...
Then she said... Oh...Yes I am..
then she called on her radio..
then some others.. men came
Then she said... 
Please Escort this young woman to Principles office

I could not believe my eyes...
I then pulled out my ID...
But she said... She still didn't believe me...
For tis I must have made the ID
Very Tricky...

So we all went to the Principles office
There I had a Very hard time
Proving I was not a Teen...
I had to get my son out of Class
to verify who I was...
As well again displaying my ID..

I can not believe...
as Still in this time
is the same... 
I no longer go to my sons school
Unless I have an apt.... 

As many say... I look so young..
I not know why... 
my looks have not changed
but I myself... am grown
I am not that old 
But nor am I that young

As I always must explain...
I am not a Teenager...
I am an adult
I am a mother
I am maybe what tis be
a young grandmother 
I am a Woman... of Christ...

God has His Reasons
Why... I still be looking young
As many state a Teenager... 
Even in the Schools 
of my daughters and son

As many of my friends 
ask me... what tis my secret
how do I stay looking so young
Tis is crazy... for tis 
as I say... a mystery

But tis I must say... tis quite embarressing
for me and my children..

As God's Wills so shall be
but tis a True mystery to me....
For way I see.. tis be
As With God... is the Fountian of Youth

Come to Jesus...
For With God.. All things are possible


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Today's Syllabus (For Anwar Amilcar)

Look, boy, I will not say I am not proud of you
You building foundations for my pyramid so soon
I pray for you blessings in times of sun and moon
I pray your table banquets of joy may feast you
And that the mother of my grandchildren will be
Clothed with honor from your lips, and comforts
From your hands. A woman and wife deserves glory
For bringing our being and future into present courts
Of existential history. Shelter her with your heart
And be slow to anger never when her moods depart
The callous ways of the masculine will to do. Yet
Now, let me write you another truth of love, my son
I did not expect you to come to fatherhood and fret
Of for all the building work of self undone. Life's ton
Needs muscles of character, braced by a bright mind
To carry things to happy conclusion that needs seek.
You will search the years ahead, but will never find
The past of opportunities that fashion gifts. A meek
Man learns before experience teaches him the things
That make the old sing Psalms and pray for wings.

True education is the legacy of the past that we use
As keys for tomorrow's doors, without it, child we may
Travel in circles, and the journey takes us in a noose
Of fumbling frustrations ... and then to slow, slow decay.
What skills have life taught your hands, what will you
Teach your children ... a stone is only solid sand, which
Will you build upon? Will you see her eyes like a dew
Sparkling with pride when she looks at you? Yes, a rich
Purse is necessary, but riches is a treasure we earn
From the reward of service. O, my son, look and learn
For kindness of the heart, and passion of the hands are
More than diamonds hidden in the distant dream of stars.
Today's syllabus is my love ... and love hides its scar
In praise, dwell with your woman in peace, regret is war,
And you who war with your soul shall drink bitterness
From soggy tears; my son, love seeks the other's happiness.


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Gods Blessed --True Love between Man and Woman

Mortal man... and Mortal woman
Mortal man words of Love... tend to say anything
that he thinks a woman may want to hear
Saying all the right words
Making it sound so real
So perfectly clear
But then.. he changes his mind
didn't really mean what was said

This also falls in the same category
reflections of mortal women
Broken hearts.. fiery darts.. shall disappear
Cast it away.. don't allow it to harden your heart.. with fear
God has his reasons 
for things to happen the way they do

Trust & Believe.. God will see you through
Everyone is Seeking for their True Love 
This one of a kind
Searching within the hearts for the one who is True 

One that Loves Jesus.. as much as I- and you do
Seek after a "Child of Christ" God has one that is meant
For you - I and whomsoever in this life...with this Love 
Between two "Man and Woman" tis a Love that is True

There is really no need to look & seek 
for God has this in His plans
For every Man there's a Woman 
for every Woman there's a Man
You will know..
When God's Divine Light Shows
It will show through
Ever so Bright
Who will Dazzle your eyes
Within your Hearts Delight 
Then you will know
Who..  is 
for God's Light shall Show through
When that day comes
God Will Bless You
With True Love giving
Tis to be.. between "Man & Woman"

True Love tis Only to be between "Woman and Man"
For this is the Way God had planned


~Follow Jesus~
~Dreams do come True!~


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a wise mother

one of the most beautiful things a woman can experience in life
Is to bring into this world a new baby, a new child for Christ
yet the raising of a child is not such a breeze
yet  God gave women the knowledge and the wisdom to succeed

a woman with faith cried out to Jesus Christ one day
she said "my daughter is possessed by demons who are having their way"
yet how did she know that  Jesus was the Son of Man?
there was no newsletter nor mass media revealing God's master plan
at a time when there was no CNN or FOXNews, just c&f
the channel of the Holy Spirit know as complete faith

"for great is they faith", Jesus said "and because you believe"
"your daughter is now healed, the Holy Spirit she has received"
that mother's heart would not let up nor would it allow distraction
she had God on her mind and through His Word she sought satisfaction

a wise woman, a wise mother that inside all of us
believers in the omnipotent power that is Christ Jesus
If you seek It, you will find It
If you knock upon the door It will become ajar
If you pray , just believe It, that all is possible with God
a wise mother, a wise woman, a soothing comforter of Christ
full of the faith and wisdom God wants us all to have in life


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GIFTEDNESS

Every man you meet
Every woman you meet
Has all he needs to be
Has all she needs to be
The meaning seeking specie
The meaning making specie
He is meant to be
She is meant to be.

Every  man you meet
Every woman you meet
Has all he needs
Has all she needs
For a new and a beeter he
For a new and a better she
For a new and a better we
In a new and a better here
In a new and a better now
In a new and a better world.


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Equally

I know I need to take a moment to breath
because I look at that picture of you
and it's as if I'm staring at me.
In your picture I see those empty eyes that match mine.
The ones thar seem to say,
"I'm crying on the inside."

I want you to know that you aren't alone.
Never think you are on your own.
The true escape is not razorblades...
I know for I have made that mistake.
If only the earth could see that
there are other misunderstood teens that just want to be free.
You don't want to be excepted...
Just heard.

No one should hate us...
We don't choose to be this.
We are who we were from birth.
But people are too blind to see that we deserve to be treated equally;
they throw us to the dirt.
They laugh at the pain they put us through.
And call us 'freaks' when we have self-inflicted hurt...
They slaughter our pride
as if they want us to die.

In reality we are all one kind.
I am just like you.
You are just like me.
They are just like us...
We all have hopes
and we all have dreams.
We all need love.
We all have been shoved...
This hatred must stop.
If we can't love each other then the world must have been destined to rott?
I think not.

We must all just be tough.
Never give up.
It does get better.
There are places to turn when you feel like you are in a world apart.
Some people do still have hearts
and some people do understand that a woman can love a woman and a man can love a man.

Just because a person is LGBT doesn't mean they deserve inequality.
In a perfect world.
Little girls could be boys and nothing would unfurl.
But this is reality;
that's considered a sin to the closed minded.
In this world there is no such thing as Bi-sexuality.
Or for that matter,
anything but a straight teen in blue jeans.

But I won't let go of the fight
until I receive all my guaranteed rights.
There might be long days
and there will be sleepless nights
but you
and I
and he
and she
and L
and G
and B
and T
along with the queer and questioning
will forever be equals in the eyes of society.


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O woman of lost Identity

O Woman of lost identity
Woman where are thee
Have you forgotten who you are
Have you forgotten who God has create you to be
Not woman to woman
Have you lost your identity
You are to be the help mate of the male
God did not create Eve for nothing
When Adam was lonely
He created Eve to be there for him
So why have you gone to another woman to be your only and true lover
O Woman of lost identity
Just cause you been decieve before 
Because you lust for the flesh of a unrighteous man
God has created righteous men but you reject them and accept wicked men
You are not suppose to commit adulty 
But since you have commit adulty at an early age
O Woman of lost identity
You have fallen deep into your sin
Hurt by your sensitive emotion state that you have within your heart
God does not forgive you for nothing
Turn from your deep desired sin 
And live your true purpose on this earth
O Woman of lost identity
What he has created you to be 
O woman of lost identity
How I know it hurts our father creator of heaven and earth
To see the woman who carries a new born life into this world
To be woman to woman instead of man to woman
T cry deep inside at night for you 
O woman of lost indentity
Wake up and get away from that habit of abomination 
Homosexuality is absolutely forbidden, for it is an huge sin
O woman of lost indentity


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Hopelessness

A man with dreams to be great
Was sold as a slave to a foreign land
Purchased by a cabinet minister
Fell out of favour with his master’s wife
Spent half a decade in jail- though innocent
But restored thereafter and promoted to be great

A people with promise
To be a soured of blessings to mankind
But spent four hundred years as slaves
Only allowed to go to the wilderness to worship
Sandwiched between the invaders and the red sea
But the battle was fought and won by God.

A woman that lived with incessant flow
Spent everything she had
Despised by all that came her way
Ridiculed as she walks the streets
And just a touch changed her life

The little woman was sick and needed help
The father sought the attention of the master physician
Though the girl died
But the master still visited her
At her bed her life was restored.

Though the master was informed of his ill heath
He did not come until he died
For four days he remained in the grave
All hoped she would rise again on the resurrection
But our Lord would always show himself God

Though your life might seem spent
And every effort wasted
Every help sought and every avenue explored
Things have refused to work
And nothing seem to stand

These had happened before
Worse than could be imagined
Yet he remained God
There is nothing too hard for him.



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Someone Asked Me About Marriage

Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…  If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”

Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!

No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”

The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!

God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!

It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
 with an ungodly attention!

For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!

Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”

Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning…  This we know!

My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same!  Whatever the circumstance!

No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”

Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
 “blood bought!”

Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!

By Jim Pemberton


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As God has Planned True Love is Between Woman and Man

I follow Jesus Christ
I belong to Him
The moment 
I became Born-again
I follow His Steps
For tis be
God’s Divine Request

For out of Love
God gives to all
Men and Women
Children too
A chance to be Born-again
Redeemed from their sins

God Establishes Love 
Between A Man and A Woman
True Love...
Tis can ONLY BE
WITH A MAN
FOR I AM A WOMAN

There are some woman
I declare
State they Love me
As a Man would Love a Woman
But this can not be

For God has His reasons
He Made Man for a Woman
Woman for a Man
Blessed Together ---shall Multiply
Children then… 

But I must Address
Unto these Women’s ??? Happiness
Tis be.. I shall only be
With a Man...
Of my Dreams
For I am a Woman
Woman is what I am..

God made Man
God made a Woman
Together they are meant
to be... Multiply...
True Love is deeply
For each other inside

If you belong to Jesus
Then you would know
Which way.. Love, Romance
Even intimacy between two
Is to be.. Between Man & Woman

I pray you understand
God enlightens your heart
For I am Not that way…
Of Woman and woman
My Heart belongs to a MAN
As God has Planned

Written in God's Holy Word
Holy Bible 
As tis be.. Written in the Stars
God's Will..
A Man for A Woman
A Woman for A Man


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Going for the Gold

A 60 year old woman entered a marathon, 
she wanted to set a personal goal
not to win it, but just to be in it
going for her own gold
but just after about 19 miles into the race
she tripped and fell down
she had broken her ankle bone 
and was laid out on the ground
the paramedics told her, her race was now over
but she would not hear of such
she instructed them to put away that stretcher
and give her a cane or give her a crutch
she said my race is not over,
if I can't run it,  then I will walk
her determination was her inspiration
and she was not about to balk
going for the gold was her only destination
her vision, her goal, her sole consideration

Our God is a God of faith and strength
a God of progression
not a God of failure or fear
nor a God of regression
for God will lift you up 
if you should ever fall or trip
just make sure that with Him
you have a personal relationship
for God wants to be in the picture
draw near to Him and He will reciprocate
He can strengthen and transform you
on a level that is intimate
treat Him as you would treat a lover
for He is more than just a friend
He will always be by your side
through thick and through thin
have Him in your heart too
for It's not only about intellectual perceptions
let the Holy Spirit increase your faith
be full of thanksgiving and open to God's receptions
get your mind on the right track and let God work in your life
use your past experiences to remind you of all that you have sacrificed
It's alright to look back just don't live in it and then get mad
utilize the power of memory and thank God for all that you have had

So keep on keeping on 
know that God will lighten your way
let nothing and no one paralyze nor limit you 
from obtaining your goals this day

Yet even in the midst of discouragement 
that woman proceeded to accomplish her goals
with faith in God and in herself
determined and destined to go for the gold
 


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If they could see your soul

Her name is Aunica, 
To some she is just another face
In an ordinary place
Another individual, of habit, manner, and style
An elderly stout woman whose brown face
Bares the stamp of her ethnicticity



Amongst the hustle of others in a small café
She is the quiet old lady whom labors away
In a back room filled by the monotony of everyday
Routines, her hands are coarse, yet strapping, 
Unto an average customer, she saunters about
Replacing silverware and plates
But goes virtually unnoticed by most



Except for one, who sees beyond
Weary eyes and a worn black apron
For if only they could see your soul, 
There would be a cloud of sorrow 
And an ever present shadow of despair



When cities in  your homeland Serbia 
Violently collapsed due to prolonged warfare
And conflicts, your heart plummeted  to the bottom
Of your being along with it, 
A city now converted into mounds of ash
And ascending clouds of smoke



Memories of a life, you once had
Are now swept away aimlessly
By a ruthless and non sympathetic wind
Like those who executed their cruel tyranny
Upon the remnants of your very foundation



Through compassion and understanding
I have acquired eyes that see
You have opened up your home to me
I have eaten in your presence 
And extended unto you an ear
For many stories this woman 
Has shared, these tales I will hold
For her, life has been  truly cold
So now it is known
 
If they could see your soul, 
The fierce light of your courage
Would be ever so blinding
Your determination and inner strength
Are akin to a lions roar
And an aura whose mere presence
Casts a vibration that is piercing 



To the casual eye you are just 
That simple woman whom carries
A tray of plates and smiles
Amid the conversations and 
Cigarette smoke, so for you 
I end appropriatley by emphasizing
What has been said before
IF THEY COULD SEE YOUR SOUL
                                                 
This poem is dedicated to all those have experienced the misfortune and loss 
due to war in some form or another, you will always be remembered.



 



 


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To Love A Woman

To love a woman is the greatest feeling I have ever experienced in life. A woman has so 
much to give, and sometimes doesn't know, the worth and beauty she possesses. A woman 
needs to be reminded at times, that she is very much loved. Even though each, and every 
woman is unique in her own way, all hold that precious need, like a flower in search of that 
heat, which only the warmth of the sun can bring. When handed a simple red rose, her eyes 
light up, as if she was born only to be loved. I know there's more to a woman than meets the 
hearts, but meeting that heart is oh so sweet. When I lay soft, and gentle kisses, onto her 
warm sweet lips, A string of heated invitations draw my kisses, towards her loving, tender 
neck, With every kiss, she taste so sweet, my lips and tongue can't seem to ever get 
enough. As I place my kisses between her breasts, I feel her heart beat through her chest, I 
kiss until, hers beats with mine, for she deserves to feel divine. Her breast so warm, so soft, 
and sweet, in a loving way, she nurtures my heat. As I place my hands around her hips, I 
slowly slide down, with my lips. Gently kissing, hot and steady, tasting all across her belly, 
and with her hands she guides my kisses, to fall between her thighs and wishes, So hot, so 
rich, her sweet desire, explode into a chain of fire, I am her loving vessel, her passion to ride 
the steady waves of the open sea, In her eyes I see the stars, as she smiles in ecstasy. She 
is more than beautiful, as I hold her in my arms, and her eyes sees only me, for she knows 
that in my arms she'll always be warm, safe, and protected, for in my heart she'll always be. 
I truly believe that a woman could never feel complete even if she had everything, unless 
she is deeply and truly loved. I would be haft a man and my heart die and fade away, if I 
were ever unable...
"To love a woman"...


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Strong Woman

I'm the one you'll never understand,why can't you be real,why can't you be 
honest and up front why must I be the woman that you want to screw,why can't I 
be the woman that you want to have in your life,forever. when you see me you see 
a positive strong woman one who won't take crap from any, who step to me,but 
when you see me, you feel threatened by my looks, my seriousness makes you 
scared to talk with me ,but yet I'm perfect in your  bed.


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((Much props))

A woman’s emotions change with and like the seasons.
With all the worlds stresses around them you can’t pin point the reasons.
If I can say one thing they are strong and because of there strengths they will 
always belong.                                                                                                                        
I have to admit being with a real woman it’s hard not to depend.
 And a real woman needs a real man, let’s not pretend. (Like the American flag 
and the wind)                                                                                                                      
Truly they are stronger than the twin towers that’s why they will always stand.
In addition it is shown at many times they can be as or stronger than any man.
The best cloth ever woven by the lord’s hands was woman because its material 
is one of the strongest.
At the same time they are man’s greatest test. (From our rib we were forever 
blessed)
You may find them at many of the town’s shops, so when you see one please 
give a real woman much props.

                                               “Respect”
 


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Contributing To The Story (part 2): Enhancing God's Glory

we have a tendency to develop a foolish pride when we see our name on anything
be it an award, certificate, team jersey or a championship ring
we think we need titles to feel important in life
but none of that contributes to the story that is Jesus the Christ
your name on a jersey won't make you play better
a title after your name won't change the content of a letter
your name on a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame
doesn't guarantee you a life of happiness without some pain
so what have you contributed to God's story?
what have you done to enhance His glory?

In the Scriptures there's this woman who anointed Jesus with an expensive oil
yet only one person is referred to in the text and that's by his negative foil
he was denoted by his affliction, his disease was brought to attention
he then had the nerve to criticize that woman for her unselfish deed
until Jesus told him to "leave her alone" because for Me she fulfilled a need
that man seemed to be more worried about the oil's cost
and couldn't perceive that the life of Jesus was about to be lost
he acted like he was so concerned about the ever-present poor
but Jesus saw through the hypocracy that he tried to implore
that woman was spiritually motivated when she made that sacrifice
she contributed all she had to the story that is Jesus the Christ
God only desires that you do the best that you can
when wholly subscribing to His righteous plans

yet that woman with the alabaster jar her name is never mentioned
but her contribution to the Biblical story has gotten everlasting attention
in the scheme of life your name is not that important and a title won't make you great
as it's only what you've contributed to the story or done to enhance the faith


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GOD'S GIFT TO THE WORLD

A woman is God’s gift to the world:
Her beauty is in her eyes;
Which is the door to the heart where true love resides.
A woman holds so much emotions inside.
Her tears release her pain and anguish when she cries.
She gives strength to life;
As a mother and a wife.
Despite of caring for family, illness, and fatigue she never quits.
With a open mind and a conscious heart a woman is well equipped.
God gives her sensitivity to love so unconditionally.
Even when others hurt her so deeply.
She even endures all her husband’s faults.
Through life she teaches and encourages her children to walk.
Her beauty is not in the style of her hair or in the clothes she wears.
It is in the tears that she cries because God gives her the gift to care.  


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IT'S TIME TO GIVE BIRTH

when you think of a woman giving birth your first thought is the labor pains
the struggle a woman endures so that mankind will forever remain
but in the spiritual realm giving birth is not just a woman's role
it involves every human being for it's about the evolution of one's soul
it consists of first perceiving the gifts and blessings that God has for you
then it's about letting go of the fears, the sins and those issues you need to work through

in the book of Jeremiah God made a statement that was bold and strong
He said He knew of us in the womb before any of us were born
He set each of us apart and gave us each an anointing
He made a promise to each of us and gave us all an appointing
we all have a purpose to fulfill and a task He desires we perform
we're all here for a reason and that's why we were born
but in order for your Godly gifts to manifest
the labor pains of spiritual birth you must address
and in order for you to spiritually grow
the seeds of God's wisdom you must now sow

it's time for you to give birth 
to discern your purpose here on earth
don't be in such a hurry as a fetus needs time to formulate
for the gestation period is the time to sit back and wait
you want the baby to develop completely and fully
and not run the risk of having any birth deficiencies
and once that child is born be mindful of the things that it ingests
give it the bread of life to eat and the living water to quench its thirst
then train it up in the ways of God and tell it about Jesus the Christ
and that child will never stray far from the Christian life

it's time to give birth to be reborn and be renewed
it's time to give birth to the spirit of God that now dwells in you
there will be some sacrifice, some concessions and surely some pain
but you have to walk through the fire in order to remove those sinful stains
as a new babe in Christ have no fear, don't be weak and fold up your tent
God has so much in store for you, His blessings, gifts and presence
it's time to give birth by stirring up those Godly gifts that are inside of you
it's time to give life to the things that God has pre-destined for you to do


Details | Free verse | |

the medicinal mainstay of your assurance

without you, i have no adventure
you are the main sight i see
moving many mountains via the strength of your inspiration
you cover me with the medicinal mainstay of your assurance
without you, i have no knowledge of a new experience
you are the driving force behind all newly discovered art
you cover me with the medicinal mainstay of your assurance
without you, i have no clue of what the flowing waters feel like
you are the tide that pulls me into the ocean's beautiful purpose
you cover me with the medicinal mainstay of your assurance
without you, i have no definitive depth connecting my nomenclature
you are the con accento of every letter that identifies me
you cover me with the medicinal mainstay of your assurance
because of you, deepened even more for me is my firm belief in the Existence of God


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'The Woman and The Wall...'

The Woman Stands By The Wall
… knowing No Harm Shall Pass Thru
It is Strong … Made of Stone and Tall
A Constructed, Marvel – True …

The Woman Places By The Wall …
… a Basket of Hopes and Dreams
She knows, No Creepy Creature Can Crawl
Past This Foundation, as Deep as the Seas …

And The Wall Reaches to Destinies Un-Shown
Long Distance, Soaring Sure and Straight
So, the Woman can Lean Upon
and Rest on This Journey So Great

The Woman Stays By The Wall
The Wall Blocks Out Horrible Views
And Screams and Things Too Evil To Call…
… She Never Wants To Go Over You …

The Woman Holds Onto The Wall
Admiring Its Fortitude, Its Texture
And Tho’ Her Hands May Be Small
She Will Attempt to Respectfully Measure

… This Reliable, Wonderful-Wall
Stands Built, for Her Pretty Protection
So, This Battle-Scarred-Wall, Will Not Fall…
… from Her Supporting, Adoring, Affection

For God, Took Away Her Prayer-Shawl                    1 Cor. 11: 5
as She Marched, Under Heavenly-Protocol
and Master-Builder, Chose This One Over Them All
to Be Her Outstanding, Warrior-Wall !

…  The Woman and The Wall …


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ANOTHER YES

One time I asked myself what's so hard about being a child of Christ?
is it because I have to fight against the devil everyday of my life?
is it because I'm now saved and living sanctified?
or is it because I refused to sell out and I'm now rectified?
the hardest thing about being in Christ I would profess
is that after the first time, God requires another yes

when you say yes to God it's not a one time event
for it's only by His grace that you are even in His presence
to be a child of Christ you need to advance by little steps
and say yes to all He asks of you, if you desire to be His earthly rep
in the process of time God will tell you to have no fear
for when your well runs dry He will make water appear
for God won't let you thirst nor let you starve and die
He will always provide for on His word you can rely

when Elijah asked that widowed woman for some water to drink
she said yes, that's no problem, what did you really think?
but when he next asked for a little bit of bread
she said I only have enough for one last meal and then I will be dead
as a prophet of the Lord, Elijah wanted another yes
to see if she would commit to God and trust in Him to do no less
her first yes was only a very convenient gesture
but her second yes would have been a show of her true measure

sacrificial commitment and unselfish attitudes
are some of the things God requires of you
step out of your comfort zone
and sacrifice for the heavenly throne

many people tend to treat God like a tire that's a spare
kept in the trunk until we need it there
and when that tire gets us to our final destination
we remove that spare and put it back in hibernation
but God has a plan and He's not  just a convenient device
He's the master of our fate and Controller of our lives
you don't really own anything for all you see belongs to God
always give Him another yes and give it from the heart

so when that widowed woman did as the Prophet Elijah did say
God then provided her with food for many, many days
Yes Lord, Yes Lord say it as often as you can
Yes Lord, Yes Lord  I put my fate in Your righteous hands
Yes Lord, Yes Lord for You I can do no less
Yes Lord, Yes Lord,  ALWAYS ANOTHER YES




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Soldier Boy

If tomorrow never comes
Then Lord I hope this day is good
I'm just an okie from Muskogee
Carrying your love with me
I go walkin' after midnight
From a thousand miles from nowhere
Silver medals and sweet memories
Of what might have been
All is fair in love and war
And who needs pictures
Take this job and shove it
And this dirt road too
If we make it through December
I'll go on lovin' you
For this is however feels
My woman my woman my wife
After the fire is gone
Please make the world go away
I'd march from here to eternity
With sixteen tons strapped to my side
For the ships that don't come in
It must be killing time again
Thank God I'm American Made
And not a moment to soon
So darlin' give me one more day
For it's a great day to be alive
For I'm thankful for my home's in Alabama
And Please God bless the U.S.A



Trying a new song again LOL


Bring Our Troops Home !


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A Mother's Love

Your gentle touch, your kindness and care
Has made me the woman whom I am today
Unconditional love, beauty and charm
My mother, my best friend though near or far

Strong and committed and full of Heavenly bliss
This beautiful woman will make your heart miss
She has a demeanor like none I’ve ever known
With this beautiful woman, you will never feel alone

Passion and pride, honor and grace
My mother, my best friend I will forever embrace
Her guidance and faithfulness is something to bestow
For this beautiful woman will set your heart a glow

I love you mom, forever and endlessly
And I thank you for your patience, your guidance
And your never ending pleasantries

When I look at you in depth, all I see is me
For the woman you are, that woman is thee
How proud I am to call you my “mom”
My mother, my best friend, always to you my heart belongs

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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I mean to say

A person is single or married,
He is always regarded as Mr.
A woman is single what for Ms
But regarded Mrs. when she is married.

What is different and why is it?
She takes what but isn’t carried?
Ms. becomes Mrs. when it is responsible,
Is Ms not responsible when she is worried?

When man is single, responsible or not,
When man is married, responsible or not,
His regard is always a matter,
He enjoyed his priestly as honour,

Why is woman facing such division?
Is this discrimination or beloved creation?
Specializing to honour or degrading to someone,
Sometimes formality seems why a fashion?


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Little Girl

Little woman just cause you’re tall,
Little woman you think you know it all.
Little woman little you know that you are still my little girl.
No matter what you think you know,
No matter what you think you want.
No matter how bad things get.
I will always be there for my little girl.
When things are good,
When things get bad,
When everyone else fails.
I will always be there for my little girl.
To protect you and show you the way.
To guide you through life hard times.
To show you that love will always light up your way.
I will always be there because you’ll always be my Little Girl!


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She was His sister, She was His friend

one of my favorite scriptures by far
is the one about the woman with the alabaster jar
she took a box of expensive oils and poured it over Jesus' head
she anointed Him with this precious gift, yet the men rebuked her instead
they could not comprehend why she performed this deed
Jesus told them "leave her alone" for she understands My need
this perfume costs a good penny and could have been used for the poor
but she has prepared me for my death, as I won't be with you anymore
she possesses a spirit of discernment and spiritually understands
that I, Jesus of Nazareth am God in the flesh, The Son of Man
I Am The Messiah, I Am The Deliverer and I Am The Savior
My purpose to show mankind how to live with god-like behavior
she was His sister, she was His friend
she possessed a spirit of discernment

for one to hear the voice of God, you must learn to open your ears
don't allow the thoughts of man nor the devil to intercede nor interfere
for the devil is a liar, a rascal and a spiritual thief
he will wreck havoc in your life and won't give you any relief
he will bring down upon you demons of destruction
follow the Word of  Jesus Christ for He gives positive instruction
Jesus, a manifestation of God came to give us the breath of life
He came to show us The Way  and how to deal with struggle and strife
He came as our advocate and to help us fight the good fight
and defend ourselves from the adversary with a good right
in the house of Simon amidst a group of men
Mary, the woman with the alabaster box became to Jesus a friend

the spirit of discernment is not in the hearts of most
not everyone can detect nor sense the spirit of the Holy Ghost
we tend to be ruled by the desires of the flesh 
and can't seem to change our behavior
we have to let go of the thoughts of man 
and look to Jesus Christ the Savior
so be careful who you talk to 
and be careful of whom you ask for advice
be careful that who you listen to possesses
the spirituality of Jesus Christ
do you do deeds for earthly recognition
to receive applauds and gratitude?
or do you do deeds from the heart
just because the are the right thing to do?

Jesus found a true friend in that woman 
when she did him a good turn
and He declared as long as the Gospel is preached, 
her good deed will forever be learned
with her oils on His head, her tears on His feet
she used her hair to dry them
Mary, a woman of discernment 
she was His sister, she was His friend


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Arise woman africa

Rise up black woman and you all of other colours
Rise up and grab your fallen baton
Passed down from the hand of heroines past
Rise up from the grave Amina Zazzau
The lioness who hunted for  lions to eat
Rise up lest her exploits be forgotten
Rise up to sheer bravery of Aba women
Whose nudity deadened men’s manhood
And broke the chains and shackles of injustice
Rise up to the gallantry of the Dahomey women
Whose fists waded off mighty warriors
And secured a kingdom and its men
Rise up in the spirit of Pupupu
She who was first to ascend a throne
And berthed the Ondo kingdom
Rise upin the spirit of Efunroye Tinubu
A lone voice that drowned the voices of million of men
Whose wealth fuelled the economy of Egba nation
Rise up in the power of Moremi
The woman who dared what men feared
To unravel the liberated her people
Rise up in the spirit of Funmilayo Kuti
The tigress who retreated before nobody
Rise up in the spirit of Sawaba
The nanny goat that played host in lion’s den
Rise up girls and women
From your kitchens, markets, stalls and offices
Rise and keep up the dream of
The golden palms that rocked our cradle 


Details | Free verse | |

Societal Pickle

Man the woman had vegetable in raw,
I had tasted them as raw,
they were sweet and carbohydrates,
she cut them to pieces,
and got a helping of vinegar,
she put in a lot of seasoning,
and had readied the jar,
jar lay there for week,
gathering atmosphere and temperature,
one day the woman came,
and served open the jar,
an incense wafted up in the air,
as she opened the jar ajar,
the incense worked down my nostrils,
as my apetite rose up with its touch,
the seasoned pickle was yummy,
and much more,
I loved the food that went with it,
and really thought that the food went with it,
rather than the other way round,
seasoned mature folks do about the same,
as they are served on society table,
they waft their incense,
to raise general apetites,
they make for good socital intercourse,
and have all eating from their hands,
it is only important,
that we allow time and space,
to the society,
to pickle such fine people,
and cherish them forever or till they last. 


Details | I do not know? | |

I Love You

We talk and talk,
pour our hearts out over and over again,
after holding in all I’ve always felt for so long,
we try to ignore what this has all come too.
I told you I’ll never forget the moment my world fell apart,
the night everything would change,
when we would part all together into two families,
the picture of you alone on the couch with that look on your face,
will be forever embedded in my mind.
hearing you cry, talking it out, that night will never die.
We will never stop crying these tears of our past,
we will never forget on where we've been, it always seems to last.
How we thought being together would always last,
but that’s just a memory of our cold past.
I thought I would never get over this fate, of what our lives are now.
But years pass by, and the pain in my heart, the hate in my mind
surely but slowly fades,
I know you never meant to hurt us,
you never saw this coming, that we would just fall apart like this.
After tonight, I see how much I truly miss these nights.
where we would talk for hours, pouring our heart, letting our emotions run wild,
with tears falling from our eyes after being so strong.
I know after all its all said and done,
I know I’m going to be okay, I always have because I have this strength inside.
It took me awhile to stop the pain from controlling my life,
pulled everything out of me and started to get determined about living my life.
You will always be a part of me,
I look in the mirror and I see you as a part of me.
The woman I am today is the woman you are today.
These lessons always come with a price,
a price sometimes is just so much to take.
We always struggle through the rain,
but we realize the sun will eventually shine,
and will turn into something beautiful.
But no matter what, I’ve seen enough and I’ve learnt so much.
I will never forget where I've been, 
and thank you for everything you've ever done.
because in the end you could hurt me time after time,
and I would have only one thing to say to you,
I love you mom and dad.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

What If?

what if one man died to stop world starvation?
what if one died to end racial segregation?
what if one man died for social justification?
what if one man died so we could have eternal salvation?
what would you do? what would you say? 
would you get on your knees and for them pray?

what if one woman stood up for gender equality?
what if one woman refused to stand and give up her seat?
what if one woman served all her life trying to save lost souls?
what if one woman took a stance to help empower woman's roles?
what would you say? what would you do?
would you stand and applaud them and give them their proper due?

throughout the history of mankind 
many have stood up and many have died for a cause
men and women who were fearless in their quest
willing to died without pause
Ghandi, Dr. Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers
Rosa Parks, Susan B. and Mother Theresa
they all took a stand in this world to make a sacrifice for us
but the one who died to set our souls free was Christ Jesus


Details | Rhyme | |

I Stand As A Black Woman

I stand as a black woman with dignity and pride
I smile to keep the sadness from ruining my high
High off life is what I mean
I hope you can comprehend from what I glean
I walk with a bounce in my step and my back straight as an arrow
I say that  you should keep your eye on me and not on the sparrow
I am proud to be a black woman and all that it signifies
For I am a black woman and I'll hold my head up high
I come in shades of you, if you will like many colors of a rainbow
None of the colors more beautiful than the others just all have their own special 
glow
So keep standing tall my sisters and pull together within
For we are all shades of you, if you will and we are all in


Details | Narrative | |

what a catch!

a woman with a hemorrhaging problem went to see the Lord Jesus Christ
she believed that if she could only touch Him, it would save her life
as Jesus passed by the crowd she reached out and touched His hem
she was miraculously healed, the flow of blood did stem
physically, morally and emotionally she'd been condemned by her own peers
instead of praying for her to heal, the prayed for her to disappear
for misery loves company and with some people you will find
that even though they say they are Christians, they don't possess God's Kind

yes, life can sometimes be anxious, depressing and knock you to the ground
it can be tedious and routine, making you feel run down
yet when things happen over which we have no control
allow God to order your steps and with the Holy Spirit achieve you goals
just break out of your rut and go forward in your life
take a leap of faith today and catch the wave that is Jesus Christ

after that woman touched Jesus' robe she then attempted to hide
then Jesus said,"who touched me", for the power in Him did subside
that woman then stood up confessed to all and told Jesus why
He said to her,"your faith has healed you, go in peace" with God's prize

what a catch she made that day, it was a wave of faith
what a catch she made that day for on God she did await
her story has been passed on down, it's an example of unconditional belief
that if one lets God into their life through Him comes healing and relief

allow yourself to cleansed, wade in the water of God's tide
catch the wave of faith and then hold on for the ride
call on your determination to be your salvation and your inspiration
and whenever you call on Jesus Christ the power in Him will leave
and continue on to a place where there is a need
what a catch, what a catch, now healed and of good cheer
her faith in God has made her whole, her burden she no longer has to bear


Details | Free verse | |

This Woman's Worth

I am priceless
For you cannot put a
Monetary value on
A real woman
Because I do not
Follow others trying
To be their clone
I am not afraid to be 
The woman that I am
Because that woman
Is a gem that is waiting
To be discovered

Devotion is my passion
I am fiercely loyal
To the ones I love
I accept all who
Want to know me
I feel blessed to 
Have friends that care
I cherish them because
They are a treasure
Every person no matter
What their sin or crime
Is worthy of being loved
Forgiving others freely
Is a motto I live by
It defines who I am

Love is my reason for existing
The expression of love
From one person to another
Is the most beautiful gifts
A person can ever experience
I feel grateful for the chance
To express my love  
When I love someone
Their happiness becomes
An obsession to me
Serving them is my
Greatest privilege
I am their fortress
Never leaving their
Side when in need
Their past transgressions
Make no difference to me
All I care about is the heart
That beats inside them right now

If you have me in your life
Hold onto me tightly
Because I will always
Be there for you
But, heed this warning
Don't neglect or abuse me
For another side of me
Will begin to unveil itself
For this woman has a myriad
Of emotions that unleash
Themselves without warning
If you stand in the eye of my
Hurricane I will destroy you
But, if you do nothing to
Cause a storm to brew
This will never be your fate
Because only those who
Torment me unmercifully
Receive any of my wrath
Vengeance is not my wish

My attributes and my flaws
Are all part of what makes
Me the woman that I am
A unique entity
A genuine article
A real woman
Whose heart is true
And motives are pure
The simplicity that exists
Inside my heart is what
Make this woman's worth
A priceless rarity to love


Details | Rhyme | |

The Struggles Of A Black Woman

The struggles of a black woman is at best a horrific, tumultuous one
But the black woman is strong and will not be un-done
We don't always do what we want to
We just do what we have to do
We've had to put up with so many un-fair things in life
Like hunger, desperation, molestation, and strife
Oh we have thrown our hands up and cried
For the hand we were dealt made the price to high
Will you as a black man stand by my side
Or will you walk and pass me on by
A strong black woman and much skills do I possess
And I will rise to pass the test and come out better than all the rest
What ever challenge or obstacle that's put before me
I'll put it down and hold my own fearlessly
I will finesse, finagle, and manage to win
Will my struggles in life ever end


Details | Bio | |

What a Rose Means to Me

In all my years, i've never met a person so unique.
Strength tempered by the toughest tragedies.
Seasoned by the deepest hurts and betrayals.
Sufferer of physical woes endlessly without complaint.
Pillar of strength.  With the heart of a little girl.
The only one too read all my journals.
Know all my secrets.
Share all of hers.
Take me into her family.
The only woman I wrote letters (with ink)...every day for years.
The only woman I've written poetry and music for.
A vision of beauty and sensuality like I never had known.
Wize beyond her years, yet innocent and easily hurt.
A woman who held me in the arms and sang to me as I flirted with death before.
A woman who supports me, as once I did her.
My protector, fearless and potent.
One with more faith in me than me.
The one who provided me with the greatest love of my life.
And best of all, my best friend.
Truer than true, more beautiful than my new organ.
One I spent 36 hours with in the hospital with, as she was unconscious and near 
death.
One who kept a room for me in her house.
My co-chef on numerous occasions.
My teacher.  My student.
Forging ahead against unbelieveable odds to further her education.
A symbol of immense significance.
A dreamer of my dreams.  A sharer of my nightmares.
We somehow wander thru life together, in one way or another.
A soulmate, if ever there was one.
A classroom of life values and example.
A remarkable person.
She is my Rose.
Always was, always will be.
For near forty years.
A flower in the desert of life.
An oasis in a parched world.


Details | I do not know? | |

Jesus was the greatest man who ever lived

Jesus was the greatest man who ever lived.
He loved to show kindness and he loved to forgive.
He resurrected the dead and made the blind see.
A couple of men wanted to stone a woman who committed adultery.
Jesus said that the person who had never sinned could throw the first stone.
When Jesus looked up, he saw that the men had left him and the woman alone.
Jesus loves us, that's why he died for our sins.
When the second coming arrives, he'll return to Earth again.


Details | Light Poetry | |

AND YOU ARE?

I'm a bold black woman and I'm as sexy as can be . I am one that will reach her 
destiny; because I'm connected to the tree.

I'm a child of the most high God. I will beat the odds. Highs and lows, they should 
come but I will overcome.

And You Are? The beautiful black woman, cute as can be.A woman that can 
scream and shout. A woman that can spread her love all about.

And You Are? A beautiful black women. Phenomenally made. How can anyone 
touch this spade?My beauty is inside out; and yes, this what Im all about.

And yes this what I'm all about. A beautiful black woman can't you see? I was 
created to succeed, because I'm connected to the tree.

Beautiful I will be; beautiful, black woman for all to see. You are a woman, I am a 
woman. This thing is beyond race, so let's set the pace.

And You  Are?

A beautiful black woman with purpose and destiny

And You Are?