Whispered words from behind a wall,
to cronies gathered short and tall.
“Go on ahead,” he said, “let's see.”
“If I can turn her sweet on me.”
So from within, she heard the tale:
the rye, small, snickers, the wolves’ wails.
Yet, like the doe in the fires light,
the wail entranced, did not cause fright.
Wide-eyed, so stunned, the morsel stood,
in frozen stance within the wood.
Within his reach and steady glance,
the hunter broached the ancient dance.
With swagger, grace, he set the pace.
the honeyed tongued Knight on the chase.
He spoke words of honor, brave deeds,
of his claimed virtues she took heed.
“No, ” said the Maid, for she was shy.
“I’m afraid,” she moaned. “Do you lie?”
He turned her chin, and eye to eye,
stroked her fair cheek and heard her sigh.
Offered cake to this starving waif,
with trembling hands, she took the bait.
For upon his lips and rough skin,
She could, sweet-sugar, taste within.
He sought the warmth of her blood; bone.
He thought the conquest was his own.
Yet, she too held a hope within,
to bring forth the goodness in him.
Oh, she could feel his aching need,
'Twas his seedling soul, she'd feed.
The prey, prayed, to touch his heart.
to give the Hunter a new start.
Many’s the times, his teeth came near,
to the pulsing vein in her throat.
Many times the Universe stopped
like a dandelion seed afloat.
The hunter balked, stayed for a time,
tasted the joy of her sweet wine;
loving the feel of a drink new,
a gift, love, offered each of you.
Could he extinguish this pure light?
Could He reciprocate, cause fright?
Sorry, was the wolf deep within.
He was sorry; she’d let him in.
Sorry, he couldn't grow in her arms,
Sorry, he couldn't loose to her charms.
“Sorry,” on the tip of his tongue.
As he left her, unharmed, on run.
“Sorry.” said she, rising higher,
made stronger by her pure desire.
Like the ancient Phoenix, she rose,
on the wings of her loves fire.
And prayer floated back from above.
A prayer, sent with her hearts' love.
echoing his sentiment many ways.
“Sorry Love," She said.
"May the Wolf find his Way.”
An Affirmation is that you say to improve your health today.
It’s a prayer and potent, because you are willing something to happen.
The seek and you will find part as Jesus said ….and it works!
Why is Queen Elizabeth so healthy and long lived?
The Commonwealth peoples recite her affirmation daily.
God save our gracious Queen
Long live our noble Queen
God save our Queen
Send her victorious….etc
As a result of this good will, prayer she is very well and “long to reign over us.”
Because millions will this to be???
So make your own affirmation…recite it daily..and it will happen
I will get down to my chosen weight!
Yes I bloody will old mate!
Keep them chokky bars away!
I am bloody strong today!
My sister Shelia is in need of some prayers,
She hit her head in a bad fall,and at times she not here.
Her left side is paralised,with no hope in sight,
Only prayers give her the strength to fight.
I can see the hurt in her eyes , each time i go visit,
Not knowing what went wrong or why she was admitted.
We tell her she had a stroke,and there is no cure,
Only God and his goodness can help her for sure.
We ask Angels to watch over here through out the night,
Dont let her stray, but keep up the fight.
If the prayers are so many , i am sure God will hear,
Put peace in her mind ,so she no longer holds fear.
I would thank you so much and im sure my sister will too,
To know what perfect strangers prayers can do.
It can open peoples eyes , that could never see,
People get up and walk,with two busted knees,
Sickness get cured in a blink of an eye,
The power of prayer would never die.
I did once find this incredible little mare
When I was ready in life and knew
she was ready for me.
Somehow I was drawn to a place in the South,
Not to find a horse, but to get away from "it all"
to enjoy nature in the fall. The scenery of
orange, yellow and all changing leaves.
To this small little horse farm my husband
and I went
To camp, ride horses and enjoy time spent
Then I saw her and knew right then my life had changed
I was sent Mon Ami in my path by some divine fate
Ahh, my two year old, I bought her that day
and had to arrange a ride to me states far away
When she finally came, yes- she was mine!
A prayer answered after so much time.
We began to ingest one anothers soul
through life's breath and many a long stroll.
Oh- no life without my Mon Ami-
At three, we began the reign of riding and glee
A decision to make her an endurance horse
was my goal- and to compete for so may miles
certainly did make her "smile"!
Though diversity is the key, we focus on
obliterating opponents at super long
distance... winning always in the top three
Little bay mare, half Arabian and half Morgan
Has shown me she has more heart than any horse
I have ever rode, owned, or with since parted.
A special bond occurs between woman and horse
when they spend thousands of hours in the saddle
riding the course.
Superb at anything she has the will-
but even if she were crippled, forever
we'll be together still.
Oh my Mon Ami, you are my desire, my energy
to see you everyday, running about at play
there is no sight more beautiful on this planet
Than my beloved little mare, Mon Ami.
2nd place in "A Horse is A Horse Of Course..." contest by Tirzah.
While you’re watching over all your children from above
Listening as they send to you a prayer
Please God will you take some time to listen to my child
And find a way to let her know you’re there
Through the years she suffered a very tragic loss
Her happy life was shattered; torn apart
She tries so hard to hide the lonely tears she cries at night
She tries so hard to hide her broken heart
Through the years she put aside her sadness and her pain
And found the strength to be both mum and dad
She never let them see the hurt, they only saw her smile
Although she’d lost the only love she had
She's struggled through the ups and downs that losing someone brings
She battled on and fears were cast aside
But every day I see the hurt and pain I know she feels
I see the unshed tears that fill her eyes
But now I see her worrying for someone else she loves
Her child...her precious life and soul
I watch the pain and sadness returning to her life
I watch the years of heartache take its toll
So please God will you take a while and listen to her prayers
Let her worries, and her burdens cease
Take away her pain and sorrow, dry her lonely tears
And help my daughter find a sense of peace
I need for her to know you’re there no matter what life brings
To guide her when I know she's lost her way
I need to know that once again a smile will reach her eyes
That happiness, she will find again someday...
Never thought that I would feel this way
I just need to make a getaway
It just seems more futile every day
Don't think I'll be back again
Sometimes I want to scream out loud
Feel all alone within a crowd
Say a prayer with my head bowed
To free me from this den
Looking back on all my wasted years
Spent the sunshine and saved the tears
There's a time that you must face your fears
The trouble is deciding when
Every day I seem more lost
Guess I underestimated all the cost
Never worried how the dice were tossed
Always rolled with the flow
Built my castle on shifting sand
I'm a stranger in my own land
Watch it all slip from my hand
How it will end I just don't know
I look to heaven and I wonder why
Should have made it but I didn't try
Memories fade away as time goes by
Time has never moved too slow
It's hard when I see so much pain,
Filled with life's many hardships,
All these troubled souls praying,
For miracles through their worships,
Even at home they are lost,
And muddle through their days,
'Release us from our lots',
They cry out from their maze,
Yet I find it even harder still,
When I must stand here and watch,
With neither the way or the will,
To give what little I've got,
So Lord I pray you fill my cup,
Give me the success and station,
Where hope can spring from love,
To answer all this frustration,
Let me afford more than simple words,
Grant me the means to answer prayer,
Lay before me a path true and sure,
To receive great fruit I can share,
My life has taught me so very much,
As my prayers so often are granted,
I know what it means to be touched,
By the charity of the enchanted,
It brings a life of such great hope,
To you and all of those you love,
It helps you to widen your scope,
And great faith when times get tough,
So today Lord I finally pray,
For something I never have before,
I pray for riches so very great,
That I would never need to ask for more,
Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez,
Great wisdom and eternal good health,
The power to shape the will of others,
And all the prayers I leave on the shelf,
And I pray that I remain steadfast,
In service to you through my fellow man,
And you answer this prayer however crass,
Before this poem is written by this hand.
My heart yearns for someone to Love,
Someone sent to me from our Lord above.
Someone that will love me as much as I love them,
Someone that will be with me until the end.
Someone who's heart is true,
who means it when they say "I Love You"
Someone who will be my lucky four leaf clover,
who will be my best friend as well as my lover.
My heart desires these things,
Lord please send me the one that will make my heart sing.
Someone who can make me feel calm,
just by being held in their arms.
Someone to give me passionate kisses,
whom to share my dreams and wishes.
My heart yearns for someone to love,
Lord please send them to me on the wings of a dove.
Listen to the buzzing, in your ears,
Listen to the humming, of your fears,
Listen to the baby, crying inside,
Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes.
Listen to the music, you have never played,
Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved.
Listen to the empty, silence of your mind,
Listen to the whispers, of man kind.
Listen to the never, heard nor seen,
Listen to the listener, who has never been.
Listen to the monkey, you know you really are,
Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far.
Listen to the dying, crying man,
Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand.
Listen to meaning, you never really meant,
Listen to the letter, you never really sent.
Listen to the lovers, who loved another one,
Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum.
Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing,
Listen to the silent, crying deep within.
Listen to the never, ever really said,
Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed.
Listen to the flying, dying man,
Listen to the solid, only made of sand,
Listen to the night time, they told you that was day,
Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away.
Listen to the singer, who never made a sound,
Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud.
Listen to the voices, you never hear within,
Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.
Holy order of the Devil
It was a long, long journey
To find that quadrivial
We had to trek across the mountains
Though it was beautiful
The danger it was ever near
Those priests with all their din
Had made this place an evil lair
A reservoir of sin
We came to where the meeting was
All the priest were Gathered there
One read a pericope out loud
The atmosphere so rare
His ligures shone like a thousand stars
From the breastplates that he wore
The words he spoke with intensity
Touched each priest to the core.
Oh it was unbelievable
That high priest had such power
That night it felt so mystical
Yet nothing it did flower
Because the Devil pulled the strings
And the high priest was his tool
And everywhere the Devil went
His world was always cruel.
15 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.