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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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read this please

They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.

They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies


They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test

They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be 
IS ME


-Sanderline Fleury :)

Copyright © Sanderline Fleury | Year Posted 2013

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For All Eternity

When time claims the earthly bonds of space My heart will caress the vision of love's warmly face Just remember.. I love you..in time you will see We were meant to be adored..for all eternity When heaven claims you as her own grace It shall over flow and fill your heart with joy Just remember..God loves you..in time you will see We were meant to be loved..for all eternity When love claims its tender wings to fly Under love's canopy where Angels sigh Just remember..my heart is yours..in time you will see We were meant to be cherished..for all eternity When we cross love's bridge ever warm Like two sparrows small, in love's storm Just remember..I love you..in time you will see We were meant to be joined..for all eternity Written by: Mystic Rose & Frederic Parker December 23, 2015 Thank you Frederic for being such a light in my life....

Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015

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The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Serendipity Of Souls

Revealed in that ancient place
where roses become stone and lips dry as dead bone,
the ruins of love my home, hopeless heart shown damp as sorrow known,
rubble etched with tears of deceased romance, a barren face,
my hourglass of power tilted by a hand rough as sand,
body aching for velvet confection, soul suplicant for a loving land,
age dulling the dream for a companion champion, stifling the search,
venturing daily into the world of common hazard and animal angst
standing, fighting, surviving and creating alone, an eagle with no nest,
the sky infinite in distance, sea always pushing my vessel back to fortified beach,

Unexpected like beauty in hunting eyes
you arrived in my life's arena like a veteran of volatile virtue,
speaking as if prepared to die for desire, moving with mischevious fire,
you were my vulnerable Angel, most passionate pulse with carnivorous cries,
we consoled one another when truth seemed cold and trust had narrow view,
offering me the pinnacle pleasure of a Lady's plush rush, I became the love rider,
your flesh, a sanctuary of sexual salvation, your blood, the spirit of immortal rose
Divine Intervention guided you to me, and I to you, together the meaning of love grows

J.A.B.

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

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The little soldier boy

His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.

Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.

His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.

Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

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A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2013

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indestined

so many times beneath the stars
our lives are lived for fate and scars
infancy seems to abound
from everywhere it screams its sound
too loud to hear the voices true
without a sound, it comes to you
it strikes with force, a fist, a roar!
so strong a warmth you can't ignore
the vision marred by human sense
for now the journey must commence
the trials begin with fervor rise
a gaze glares straight within the eyes
so hard to suffer ends defeat
victories are ever sweet
the sky preludes the next advance
all surety, no happenstance
a place of firm and solid lore
where the light and night I wore
as symbols of forever more
no longer will I toil and chore

-Sam Robinson

Poem genesis from:
Stardust Road
by Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Samuel Robinson | Year Posted 2013

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Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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A New How

If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date 
Or undo a mistake?
.
Watch your child be birthed again 
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
.
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
.
Maybe pet that dog just one more time 
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
.
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
.
But you can say now what you wouldn't before 
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

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Beneath the Oak Tree


I kneel to pray beneath an oak tree’s leaves, where my journey began. Broken limbs straggle over a patchy lawn, a neglected place full of holes never gone, shoveled from childhood memories. I bow at the altar of the tall oak. Days come and go, but yesterdays are no longer my foundation. The oak’s trunk encompasses a sturdiness and truth I desire. Its roots are my roots. Its branches are my faith, my full embrace. I am left vulnerable in this season. Blackbirds, falling from dark skies perch on barest branches, cawing in a famished frenzy. Like unheard prayers, I hear desperation in the chilled air. A prayer is only muffled thoughts cried until lived out, until answered. I am more than a sound unheard. I’ll wait to mouth a winter prayer, for I feel dull and bare under autumn’s bright coat. Lord, will you find me lying still, silent below the flight of swirling leaves? Am I drowned out by the blackbirds’ caws? With the birth of a child, hope is reborn. Every step leads me back home. So, I carry my babes to the oak. Through the seasons, it cradles their innocence. The bough rises higher than the pine trees donned in deceitful evergreen. Nothing lasts except a child’s dreams. The tall oak feels like a new beginning tonight; I peel off my layer of once needed fright. With my eldest son knelt at my side, prayers are lifted within the song of autumn (Lord, grant me peace and broad wings for my flight) then after the glow of evening sun has fallen, I hope our prayers are an offering of love, two voices heard. I feel illuminated under night skies, as starlight sprinkles wonder. I pray to remain vulnerable so I can accept the gift of love. I pray God chisels away the bitterness of days gone by. I want to forgive, fill in the holes before I die. When my son and I pray, we pray for peace, for family, for the acorns that grow into mighty oak trees. Sometimes I forget to notice subtle differences between the weeping and whispering of whirling leaves. Sometimes I forget the difference between a want and a need. My child sincerely prays for his dad, brother and me; he prays for his friend to sleep with sweet dreams, and for the blackbirds at our feet scavenging through autumn’s dead weeds; then, with twinkling eyes, he asks me for a loaf of bread.
*my first new poem in 3 months.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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Beautiful day

Oh how  beautiful the day you  gave to me
 
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
 
Lord I desire your ways and  your rest to see your hand touch my life
 
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
 
 
 
I stand  and look inside my soul
 
The way you make things unfold
 
The little things Lord they make me new
 
The touch of the wind gives me life from  you.
 
 
The flowers and  there fragrance are lifting me up
 
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
 
Your  ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you  give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
 
The woman you made when you set me free.
 
 
 
Written by:©Betty Bolden
 
9-6-04
 
All poems are copyright!©

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

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Courage

That we may hold on ‘til the pristine morn
Oh Lord, courage to withstand the brooding storm

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010

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NEW BEGINING

THE ONLY THING I KNEW, BUT IT WASN'T SO NEW
TO THE WORLD BUT TO FEW, THOUGHT OF BRAND NEW
LITTLE I KNEW OF MY WEAKNESS, I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE STEW
GOT ME TRAPPED AND INTO THE MOUTH IT GOT ME CHEWED
THOUGHT I OWNED IT, BUT IN REAL I HAD LOST IT

TO ONLY THOSE WHO'RE FOCUSED
THEM LIFE IS NOT LIKE MORNING DEW
DETERMINED AND WITH ONE AIM LIKE DORCAS
STICK TO ONE SINGLE AIM OF SUCCESS LIKE JEWS
TO WIN I THOUGHT I OWNED IT, BUT I REAL I HAD LOST IT

THE GENIUS IN EVERYTHING THOUGHT  I WAS
SIMPLETON THE WORD I USED IN REFERENCE TO OTHERS
KEEPING TO MY SELF AND PRIDE AS CHARACTER I WAS
AND MINE TO THINK WAS ALL THE BEST TO HIT THE CRACKERS
PRIDE MADE ME OWN IT ,BUT IN REAL I HAD LOST IT.

NOW LEARNED IN FULL AND  IN CAPACITY
REAP BEHAVIOUR AND EARNED A CHARACTER
HIT WITH THE ROD OF CHANGE  AND REALITY
BACK TO TRACK  FULLY LOADED LIKE A ROAD-STAR
AWAY WITH I OWNED IT,NOW WE OWN IT.

Copyright © LEE REUBENS | Year Posted 2013

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Fires of Life

Figuratively there is good and there is bad
Intuitively we know there are high paths and low
Rewarding goodness; not hatefulness when so sad
Eliminating love, the thief comes to take what you know

And there are consequences for each choice made
Children who wander lives without a mother nor dad
Destitute families who’s last night never laid
Unless a miracle occurs their lives will be bad

So, in the course of  suffering and destitution
Come magnificent family courage and strength
And some how a divine illumination 
Causes a peaceful and caring restitution

And the answers come often at the end of time
But, looking back, They’re no more blind 


©2016 All Rights reserved

Copyright © Bonnie Jennings | Year Posted 2016

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Courage

When one stands alone,
While all others cease to rise:
Fearless convictions.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2010

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a heart once lost

As I lay awake in the twilight, lost in thought.
All my past demons awaken I once fought.
The sorrow takes over me so strong and deep.
My inner soul continues to weep.
Where all my woeful feelings I do keep.
My tears pour like a summer's rain.
This beautiful heart is torn apart by all this pain.
My saddened heart bleeds from my inner soul
What now is just a crumbled mess which once was whole.
As I watch my past life flash before me,
My tear stained eyes slowly close so I don't have to see.
The life I thought was once complete is nothing but a distant memory.
Pieces of my broken heart are left behind.
A shattered woman is what you will find.
I can't be that person anymore.
I need to feel what I once felt before.
It's time to open my heart's closed door.
Love brings with it joy,happiness, and sorrow.
In order for me to live again, I have to love again like there maybe no tomorrow.
My heart cries to be once truly loved.
So I call upon my faith and God above.
Take away from my heart this melancholy place.
Fill it with all the love I can give in it's space.
Give me the courage to fight the demons I must face.
Life is short and if we dwell on mistakes of yesterday.
It's impossible to let love find it's own way.
I ask for the inner courage to give my heart away.
Let all the bad memories remain secluded in the past.
Open this bruised and closed heart to a love that will last.

Copyright © Dawn Nack | Year Posted 2006

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FIRE

FIRE

Fires burn waste and fire burns home
Igniting the ugly and the lovely the same
Roaring flames take lives and leave alone
Extinguishing for earth’s sake though lingers pain

Formerly were lives that mattered
And cats and dogs who once were brothers
And a place that stood not at all battered
Those children and grannies and significant others

But, the death of memories will vaguely play
The visions were given to strengthen souls
And will prevail on that final day
When man and beast enter heaven or Scheol    

What matters is that all senses do see
Living through fires, lessons well taught to thee.

Copyright © Bonnie Jennings | Year Posted 2016

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Mr Bravery

Mr. Bravery
By Curtis Johnson

There once lived a very decent and brave man who was promised three keys.
“One of these three keys, said the key holder, will unlock the door to happiness”.
The man bowed his head and prayed silently, “Please Lord, allow me to pick the right key”.
As he raised his head from prayer, the key man said, “There is more that I must tell you”.
He proceeded to tell the brave man that there were also three roads from which he must choose.  He was also informed that all the roads would lead to ‘a door’, and all the keys would open ‘a door’, but only one thing would lead to ‘the door’ that would bring him true happiness.  That one thing would be understood when he arrives at the door.  “One thing, one door, three keys, and three roads?”,  the decent and brave man questioned to himself.

The man was still determined to find happiness; so he continued listening to the ‘key man’.
The key man then led him to the end of a Southbound roadway that broke off into three separate roads.  One was a paved and winning road toward the West; another was a graveled  uphill road pointing East; and the third road was a very rugged and dusty road heading Southwest.  He was left with the task of choosing  which thing, which key, and which road would lead him to the door that opened to true happiness.

He soon came to know all too well that his challenge was beyond any he had faced before.
Nevertheless, with ‘the one thing’ on his mind, three keys in his hand, three roads just ahead, and a locked door to happiness visualized in his heart, he bravely launched ahead with never a complaint.

His driving experience was equal to the task of either of the roads; but for reasons forever unknown, he chose the graveled uphill road going East.  Mr. Bravery drove a path of gradual elevation for about six hours.  The sun was beginning to set behind him as he noticed a building a couple of miles ahead.  He was elated when he arrived, and without hesitation, he exited his vehicle.  Slowly, and with eager anticipation, he approached the door.  At the door he realized that he had yet another important task.  He had to decide which key to pick.

Mr. Bravery then remembered his first prayer that God would allow him to pick the right key.  He looked to the sky and took confidence.  He chose a key, and bingo, the door opened!  There was a large mirror right in the doorway, and all that he could see was an image of himself.  In the mirror at the area of his heart was written these words: “True happiness is to be found, not with keys to a door at the end of a road, nor in or from another human being, but within yourself.”  

Within minutes the key man arrived with a smile and commended  Mr. Bravery for his courage and determination to complete the task.  He informed Mr. Bravery that either key would have unlocked the door, and either road would have led him to the door to happiness.  In an instant!  In a flash!!  Mr. Bravery realized that his personal relationship with God had already given him True and Eternal Happiness.  His heart within him had made the choice to be happy.
07042016 cj PS

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

FAITH NOT TO BE SOLD

FAITH NOT TO BE SOLD Joseph O. Adebanjo I have seen pain, kissed pain, lived with pain, overcame pain Deep in my oceans of pain, existed bliss, and coexisted the Son I saw the spasmodic ray of hope Flickering touch of faith upheld me I swam in my cryptic ocean of pain Basking in its flow into the ground of faith Faith lifted me, faith re-birthed me, gave me a new name Claiming my name in the flaming fame Yet standing out in the blazing flame Hopeful faith brought me this far Faith the passion that conquers pain the net that brought me out of it oceans Faith not be sold Faith to which I hold For it is dearer than the fairest cherub

Copyright © jOSEPH ADEBANJO | Year Posted 2016

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The Victory Dance

To play as if today
Is your only chance.
Some say, “It’s just a game.”
Have they done the Victory Dance?

When hard-earned Victory
Was finally at hand,
Have they felt the glory
Raining down from the stands?

To do or not to do….
No one wants to hear, “We tried.”
Effort and dedication will be rewarded… 
They'll make the 'magic' that's on your side. 

Yes, to fall short is still an option;
But much better to succeed.
Heroes are made and remembered
Only by their deeds.

So, just go out and win.
Give your all to each and every chance.
Persevere and achieve…

And do the Victory Dance.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

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Just for Me

In the past I remember how things were so simple
When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples
Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child
When I think again my heart told me I was so wild
Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone
The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done
Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard
So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard
I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain
With such under statement I did things for no gain
I was a child who held true to what he has learned
But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned
When I made up my mind that people was not kind
I led myself in a confusion that I was blind
In the past I do recall that seeing is believing
So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving
Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me
I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee
The feeling of tingling ran through my vain
My view of the world and people who knew me was stained
Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings
Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing
Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray
And rather fallow everyone I just walk away

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad | |

A Child's Dream Come True

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Strong Tears

Because tears are meant
To be a symbol of strength
Even in hard days.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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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

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

A Prayer For Strength To Be Yourself

It's hard doing something different.
It's difficult staying yourself.
In a world so accustomed to conformity,
It feels nearly impossible to be unique
As the one He created you to be.
How do we find the strength?
How do we find the courage?
How do we find the bravery?
Where do we defeat fear?
Well, He's hanging on The Cross
Giving life to you and me.
Thank You Jesus!
Let us not forget
With Christ,
Nothing is impossible,
For with God,
All things are possible!
Thank You Father!
Thank You!
We give our lives to You!
We are Yours!
Praise You forever
And forevermore!
In Jesus' Name,
We pray,
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013