The end of my life the beginning of my death
I shall start to slowly inhale my final breath
Fast forwarding memories race through my mind
There is one in particular that I’m trying to find
Is it of the hottest night or the brightest day?
I really don’t know how could I possibly say
White capped waves to snow capped peaks
As I start to exhale I feel so tired and weak
Funny how everything has started moving so slow
As my mind races to learn what it shall never know
Suddenly everything ceases as clouds fill my eyes
For I have frozen in the memory of you and I
Nothing but darkness here at the end of the race
As my final breath of air softly kisses your face
As I travel through the darkness I feel no fear
I’m lost in the taste from the salt of your tear
They say eternity is no more than an equation of time
Consequences of our life heaven or hell shall define
There is one truthful fact regarding my fate
Our Lord Jesus Christ will meet me at the gate
But I won’t go in that’s something I could never do
There is no heaven for me until I walk in with you
I’ll sit down right there just outside of the gate
I’m certain for you the Lord will let me wait
I know you’ll be mad because I waited so long
Sweetheart you are the message inside of my song
And the message my song shall forever send
It could only be heaven if I have my friend
Twelve little girls and eight little boys
Each one the source of their parent’s joys,
Innocent children following rules,
Paper and pencils their magical tools.
Holidays coming, rehearsal of plays,
These were the most exciting of days.
Safe in their classroom as their teacher smiled
Noting the presence of each beloved child.
No inkling of trouble, no feeling of doom
Until a mad man invaded the room.
I so hope these children had no time for fear
And had no idea that death was so near.
Six brave teachers went to their deaths,
Protecting the children with very last breaths.
The big gates of heaven then opened wide
For six teachers ushering children inside.
Twenty small children are angels today,
And six faithful teachers in Heaven to stay.
Mothers and fathers and siblings and more
Are mourning their loved ones whom they adore.
The teachers who willingly gave up their lives
To protect their charges were daughters and wives.
Some had their own children whom they left behind.
No braver soldiers could one ever find.
A whole town is weeping for dear ones they lost.
How long must innocents bear the high cost
For folks who clamor for right to bear arms?
You’d think such mayhem would lessen guns' charms.
These things will keep happening, the danger unchanged,
Until we keep assault rifles from hands of deranged.
By: Joyce Johnson
SONG OF SONGS
Let me pluck ripened apples and strawberries for your delight
And put my hand under your head to soften the ground on which we lie tonight.
You are the white marguerites in my meadow flowing with deep grass,
The melodious tinkling of small bells shaped from shining glass.
Oh, the perfume of your soul is as a thousand roses at sway
In a walled garden on a wet and thunderous day.
Let me not stray from this place for it is the centre
Of the very heaven I hope to find; and when I enter
The dales of Paradise, let me first see
Your sweet face smiling - as it does now - at me.
For you are the heaven I have known
Before I approach God’s golden throne.
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Entered in Sara Kendrick’s Contest "Song Of Solomon"
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.
The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.
We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured
except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw
of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle
a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete
to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars
to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires
to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.
Halloween was coming and the angels thought they'd have some fun,
Since they sometimes thought of dressing up before the Holy One.
They all got together and decided to do just that,
Dress up in devilish costumes...Surprise the Lord like some earthly college frat.
Each one was to make his costume from the ethereal
A very inexpensive and unusual type of material.
Then, when the Lord was looking down at earth
Don the costumes for some Heavenly mirth.
It'll be a costume party for us here in our Heavenly abode
Different from always wearing these white sophisticated robes.
We'll have a good laugh and God will understand
We're just having a laugh here in His Heavenly plan.
The moment came, all the costumes had been made
And when the Lord looked up, Heaven was a different shade.
"Something is amiss, here." , He said in the shades of that red hue
Perhaps I'll bring Satan here, to find out if this is something new.
It would be difficult to invite that guest into heaven you see
As he had been banished for all the eons of centuries.
But nothing is impossible for the Lord for He can do any feat
And just when he was to summon Satan, the Angels all shouted
"Trick or Treat"!
Copyright © 2013
Politicians' greed seems to hover
Over our lives, a simmering cover
Separation of Church and State?
Satan planned mankind's fate
As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
Over their land like locusts do cover
The faithful do not fret what is hovering
By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering
Our leaders refuse to make a deal
When enthralled by Satan's Will
Politics, and selfish greed
Failing our Nation's need
Obama-Care, a change that's fair
Or, struggling against Satan's lair?
But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
25 Sep 2013 - 8:13pm
Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby..
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby
Twilighting glow of the sky..
Wanna fly so high..
Sparkling amidst the million stars..
chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par..
As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim..
At an astounding pace time flew..
But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..
Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..
Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..
As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..
Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
Full of high spirit and delighted..
Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..
Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
The vernal pool of Heaven opens Lenore looks down upon LOVE lost
Lotus blossoms floating on air , swallowing the Sunlight and Die in the Frost
The softness of the Feathers of an ANGEL’S WING Touched by LENORE and I
True sadness Entwines Our Hearts Together, FOREVER as ONE in Each Others Eye
These are the Words of YOUR Earthly LOVER, Harry YOUR Husband, He LOVES YOU
Shh! Lenore Gestures with Her Finger to HER LIPS, My Beloves : “ Poetry; So True “
You are His Guardian ANGEL Asks LENORE : “ I am “ “ KASHINATH “ Forever LOVE”
Your wings Flutter so, “the Flowers Singing, Dew crying to the Hot Sun ABOVE"
Lenore “Take Words from My Heart, to My BELOVED : Serenade Him with Infinity
Flap Your Wings, ride the Wind of Heaven Go to him, and say I wait for His Eternity
Inspired by The Contest " Reflection " Sponsored By
" Constance La France " ~ A Rambling POET ~
By HGARVEY Daniel Esqure -- HG
Dedicated to Those Waiting For Us at The Pearly Gates
Armies gathered going to war,
the Devil rises we're not safe anymore.
The rapture came we were left behind.
No way to escape our sins made us blind.
All of our flesh will be stripped from our bone!
God cannot help us we face this alone
We didn't believe Jesus, we're headed to Hell.
We trusted in a dark angel, from heaven who fell.
His kingdom insidious, filled with pleasure we chose.
Now replaced with pain and sulphur in our nose.
We throw ourselves from mountain tops, still we don't die.
Stung by strange demons, our insides start to fry
Unimaginable pain in the end all nations bow.
The King arrives on the clouds, the future is now.
A beautiful city, comes down from the sky.
We look on in amazement, as we ask ourselves why?
An amazing promise, the heavenly father has kept.
To the lake of fire, the rest of us sinners are swept.
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There is a place called Heaven,
that I hope for everyday.
I ask God to help me be a better person
by following Christ's way.
Somedays it doesn't come easy
to find compassion in my heart.
Or show forgiveness needed
to a friend who has torn it apart.
Jesus never said it would be easy
to pick up my cross each day.
Or remember to be thankful,
and get on my knees to pray.
He said to trust in His mercy,
and to give it to others in need.
Because of His Love and Sacrifice,
of His words I take heed.
For Christ is The Bread from Heaven,
and we are who He comes to feed.
Take part in His kindness and mercy,
from all sins we are freed.
The gates of heaven are open,
the veil has been torn.
No need to sit in sorrow,
no need to weep and mourn.
Christ has risen,
Yes, it's true!
Through Him, all things
have been made new!
There is a place called Heaven that I hope for everyday.
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5/1/11 ~ Divine Mercy Sunday
I’ve heard it said that heaven is home
Is it true, is heaven considered home
If heaven is home I’ll be there some day
When will that day be I can’t really say
Lots of people there I will see
Only a few are waiting for me
I’ve had many dogs with me here
I guess I will see them again up there
My mother is waiting and so is my wife
I’ll be going home at the end of this life
I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!
As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!
In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power
Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find
I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings
I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil
Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter
The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?
A Second Chance
For so many years I had my wife
Now it’s sadness that fills my life
I miss that time we would caress
I miss the touch of tenderness
I talk to my wife every day
Love is one of the words I say
I loved to smell my wife’s hair
I wish I had a lock of it here
Your gone and out of sight
To heaven you will be my shining light
At the end of my life
I will again be with my wife
In heaven again my wife and me
A second chance it will be
Star Light . . . Star Night
Gazing at the dark sky backdrop on this cold black night,
We are enraptured by the radiant view of bright Star-light.
This is a wondrous sight to behold by all on this Star-night,
Reflecting all earthly things gracious, grand, and right.
The cold beckoning blackness of this very special night,
Serves as the cosmic palette for unlimited points of light.
The enchanting Star-light on this marvelous Star-night!
This Star-night reflects God’s heavenly-made Star-light!
At once we realize the divine dichotomy between light and night,
On that mystical, magical eve filled with God’s Star-light.
God himself implores all who see His mosaic of Star-light,
To ponder ever gently too the dark beauty of His Star-night.
Oh! Radiant and grand Star-light on this most special Star-night,
We are forever spellbound by your God-given glorious sight.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 14, 2014)
celestial pure guardian cherub of grace
peace and serenity displayed in your face
an inumerable company of angels in heaven
seraphims in charge guarding God’s throne and His presence
God’s messenger archangels Michael and Gabriel
announce their messages where they are sent and able
our guardian angels are close to our hearts
as they support, protect, pray and impart
our angels see far beyond the mortal timeline
are patient, forgiving, devoting love so divine
© Kim van Breda- February 2014
written 28th sept 2007
It's time to turn this around
the answers I have finally found
The minute I looked into your eyes
I immediately remembered, how to be alive
If I didnt go through, all those years of pain
my life wouldn't be the same
Your birth, nothing less than magical, complete power of God's love....
For you shone through complete demonic darkness
ever since, I have been more than blessed
you re-opened my heart
So I could again, play the part
I've been given a second chance
This time round, I wont forget to dance
to love, open and freely
Its finally great to again be me
I've turned my frown upside down
And it's from God's gift, when pure innocence was born
my sixth child, a blessed tiny little girl
Beauty lamented when faced with that babyface
O do give me more loveliness, with red lace!
Such innocent eyes,
Cunning and wise!
The age of that baby girl
Revolved around two in our world
Yet, she was an attractive one
Charming one, magnetic one
None could get jealous of her beauty
Except beauty itself in all simplicity
If she was hungry, she ate like a bird
If she was thirsty, she drank only curd
If she fell while running, she stood and smiled
If she cried, her surroundings made her not feel exiled!
Dressed in her favourite red dress,
She listened to old stories on her mattress
And fell in deep slumber while dreaming of the Lord
And how it is like in his peaceful abode!
At two, this cute babyface, surrounded with black hair
Could only jump and exalt at life without any care!
The joys of flesh, a smile to wreath the maid of morn
an inner world to project out, of holy chi we’re formed.
No need to cling like over ripe fruit to a heaven far above,
We we’re made of silver stardust and we were made from love.
Look not to moon or sun to see, look deep to questing heart,
hug the night with outstretched arms, the dark’s another part.
Gifted are we with all we need, this is no metaphor,
we have a heaven here on earth, yet still we ask for more.
Be not the spoiled and soiled child tired of his toys
mature, grow up, grow inward, see all your heavenly joys!
There's a planet I believe to be
The globe of harmony
It’s beyond our capability to explore
Vibrating deep in the Universe's core
The luminous colours and pulsating force
Keeps the Universe on steady course
By emitting an energy surge filled potion
Through the power of rhythmic motion
And with each wave of energy brings
The right balance to all things
There’s a planet I believe to be
A gift from the Almighty.
by Ana Espinola Collins
As soon as one angel falls,
the others declare him false.
Copyright © 2013
A New Dawn in His Glory
foretold in a biblical story
Coming for those preparing
skyward we will be starring
Like descending parachutes
sounds of trumpets and flutes
Captivating our hearts
giving us a new start
A New Dawn is coming
listen, nature is humming
Idelology clashing blows
a tale between 2 foes
Revelations foretold a day
when more begin to pray
World events getting crazier
humanity's future hazier
Waiting on ONE to stop this mess
or, were we just another lab test?
The finest place to stop
is on the very top.
I met them on the street where they walked a sleazy dog.
I told them "Have a good night" as though it were heaven.
And this seemed odd.
A lady rushed the elevator of which I held ready.
It was "My pleasure" I said, as though it were heaven.
And this seemed odd.
As one woman pushed her shopping cart, I helped her along.
I said "Anytime", as if it were heaven.
And this seemed odd.
As the many years have passed;
so the good deeds too.
I wonder where heaven went,
as if it were heaven...
and this seemed odd...
as if it were heaven too.
I am writing a letter, to heaven today.
There are a few things, that I'd like to say.
My heart has been broken, since you went away.
I yearn for the days ,that we used to play.
I can't feel the sunshine, it's cloudy and gray.
I just don't know what, you want me to say.
I'll always remember ,on that fateful day,
When God called from heaven, and you went away.
So I'm writing this letter, to heaven today.
There's just a few things, that I'd like to say.
'Til I hear God calling, each day I will pray.
That we'll be together, in heaven some day.
Water, Beach and A Moonlight Stroll
Moonlight, beach and a stroll in the cool blue water
you wading beside me, string bikini made it so much hotter!
You bending over to splash water in my smiling face
a fantastic sight, one that made this loving heart race!
Cool breeze sending it's soothing , washing embrace
moonlight water washing away footprints leaving not a trace!
Such glory, sharing that love filled time with you
realizing I love it all, everything you and I could ever do!
Stopping by that overhanging rock beaten by the sea
memories of your body and sweet face forever burned into me!
Love, overpowering love, burning us into just one
water, beach, breeze with us bare under that midnight sun!
Robert J. Lindley, 07- 23-2014
Our first night at the resort in the Phillipines, Boracay!
So very beautiful and an idealic scene for love to blossom.
And blossum it did, a glorious memory burned into my heart
and my brain!
My wife, the enchantress that captured my heart with a smile,
a laugh and a string bikini! One I bought that day and dared her
to wear! Knowing I'd win the bet, she fooled me--she wore it won
the bet but just between us -- I wanted to see that win!!!!!
If some fruit is forbidden in Eden,
Eden soon also will be forbidden.
If God Made Me Immortal
By Rick Rucker
If God offered to make me immortal, so that I would ever be,
I would say “No thanks,” if I could not forever see,
The vision of the Angel that has saved me from the Fire,
She reached down into it, and put my Suffering on the pyre,
She took this old carcass, and made it feel young once again,
She has made me feel like a Giant among men!
She has healed my Soul, and set my Spirit free,
And gently holding Her is how I always want to be!
Living until Forever would not be Heaven without my Love,
Just the thought of it, sounds like Hell above!
I would much prefer to have a normal life,
With this Angel that has agreed to be my Wife!
When my time to pass comes up, I will be happy, don’t you see?
I know that soon, together, we will always be!
If Heaven is for Lovers, then our place is ready there,
You will see us running, holding hands, without a care!
One eye was green- yet its mate was blue
Through my eyes I see - the imagery in you
I look - I am looking through these eyes
The skies - they are heavenly and so divine
Through these lips protruding on my face
It's you I view - this sky I trace
And of wine - bewildered as I do sip
My eyes - reality of beauty I do also grip
The hues of blue - this beauteous creation
I am meek - astounded the skies are wise
My arms I reach to the heavens with my hands
And with my eyes I imagine life's duration
My soul - in reality is with this the sun
And on earth til heaven I'll seek God's word
Reaching out ! I'll walk a christian life my way
And the word in my eyes I seldom heard.
Copper pennies she would save throughout her younger years,
to indulge in penny poker with her husband and her friends.
She’d tuck away her winnings in her special penny tin,
hoping each and every week that she would win again.
But alas her nights of poker would come crashing to an end,
with her husband’s passing followed by the death of poker friends.
She kept her tin of pennies for the memories they possessed,
their significance in her life was more extraordinary in her death.
For when she passed the hurt was so intense I could not bear,
for her gift of life to me was gone, my soul was in despair.
Then suddenly without warning pennies started to appear,
strategically left in places to remind me that she’s here.
The places I have found them are remarkable I attest,
like atop of my salt shaker, for to her salt was the best.
I found one on my keyboard as she knows the time I spend,
working diligently on a computer from morning till day’s end.
Of all the twelve I’ve found so far, the most incredible I think,
is the one left on my birthday in the center of my sink.
For each one I receive I thank my mom from deep inside,
For sending pennies from heaven makes my aching hurt subside.
This story is quite sincere, so I felt it must be told,
As all my pennies from heaven are as precious as pure gold.
A MINUTES OBSERVATION
I took a walk today and happened on a spot
Covered by spreading trees shading every plot
A graveyard small and neglected easy to miss
A place to sit awhile in peace and reminisce
The graves some neglected a few well kept
Monuments placed by those who had once wept
Over many travelled souls now long laid to sleep
Beneath the lengthening shadows ever deep
I lingered my own spirit becoming quiet and still
As those beneath me who had had their fill
Of their lives and all that short sojourn meant
An eternity to accept where they had been sent
I too wondered just where I would eventually go
Would my ashes be spread or would I be laid below
I sat still contemplating life death and resurrection
And of my own possible path to a magnificent heaven
© DilysBrown October 2013
“What is their secret?" it is no secret at all If you would have heeded the call Living longer than the atheist no wonder their secular atheistic stats a blunder Showing less crime for they have the sheep scared of a government that never sleeps A true Christian does so much less crime persecution they will suffer told afore time The violence done to them no big secret but as the begin so comes the end history repeats Holding better promises than this world can offer better way of life a place above an enduring coffer Not afraid to die for their faith free from fear of death the Lord Jesus breathed upon us His loving breath Violence done to the image of God I love my brother’s seen You know not my Father but a brother you could have been I forgive them all Father they know not your secret like the apostle Paul until you showed your marvelous light “What is their secret?" It is no secret at all - * A Chinese Communist, who delivered many Christians to their execution, came to a pastor and said: "I’ve seen many of you die. The Christians die differently. What is their secret?"
She was headed off to college at 18 years old,
News of the crash leaked out, and the mood turned cold.
She was the best person you could ever know,
When she danced with her team she put on a show.
Recently in Ohio, I found this rock,
With its angelic shape I found this cross-walk.
In the crosswalk I found my old best friend,
If only my heart could find a way to mend.
As a young country singer once sang,
“18 years have come and gone,”
It’s hard at this point, it’s hard to move on,
I guess it’s time to move down the line,
I need a reassuring sign to ease my mind.
Goodbye my friend, may heaven treat you well,
In the past, I will no longer dwell.
Hello my guardian angel, you are my eyes,
For you are with God, and He is wise.
Goodbye Tracie Lynn, you made people smile,
I’ll be there for you after a while.
The distance to you where you are,
spans too wide on the bridge too far.
I run the distance, yet, still I see,
There's more stretched out ahead of me.
Too far the bridge, too long to cross,
unless your wings to me you toss!
Copyright © 2014
Burger King taking a risk
But why leave like this
They say times are changing
World economies rearranging
Rearranging mankind's life
Now legislated role as wife
Budget increase for drones
Are making our world moan
Moaning for what's to come
Angels' song or missile hum
Maybe someone will help us
Before the radioactive dust
Vladimir Putin's new vision
Ushered in a new season
Wars and rumors of wars
It's time to habitat Mars
Changing Biblical history
Could bring more misery
So, not like this
Earth we'll miss.
Sep 1, 2014 // 8:56am
If I were an angel with angel power,
I'd sweep through heaven this very hour.
I'd tap each soul and quickly bring
their songs to earth within my wings.
I'd collect their joy in one giant gust
and sprinkle it out like fairy dust,
on all who wait and long for a glance
of their beloved in rapturous stance.
But if by chance it blew awry,
I'd gather clouds from a sunlit sky,
then swiftly send a caressing wind
and wrap them in love that has no end.
Heaven or hell, which place will it be?
We were given a choice when He hung on sins tree.
Why do you linger brother of mine?
Your life could soon end without any sign.
From dust you once came and shall return,
Don't chance your soul to forever burn.
The small voice you hear is calling to you,
Don't let this chance pass to start life anew.
Though your body will rest in a cold, dark grave,
Your soul will live on so don't be Satan's slave.
The Devil will tell you that you've plenty of time,
But God said try the spirits and see which is mine.
While Christians are praying let Him come in,
There's rejoicing in heaven when one's born again.
There's a Heaven to gain and a hell to shun,
You can't get to the Father except through the Son.
Baby Leigh Ann died today
In Heaven now she must stay
Bobby's with her up above
Surrounding her with his love
Forever in our hearts they will remain
As we suffer through life with our pain
Tears flow easily from our eyes
Just like rain falling out of the sky
Our hearts continue to break
Wanting their death to be a mistake
Not understanding why you both had to die
Making Heaven your home in the sky