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Details | I do not know? | |

Have a Blessed 4th of July-

As today.. tis 4th of July
May Blessings come 
before Your eyes
All Praise and Glory
be to God Almighty

As You watch and see 
Beyond and within Fireworks
Sparkling lights glares
Beholding Lights of Beauty
Love of God everywhere

when You see Fire-lights
Sparkling within the night
Tis just like
God Beauty is given Inside
Behold beautiful Souls 
Whom within hearts
Fire-lights are Lit-Glow

In hopes that others
Shall see.. come to Believe
God's Radiant Light
Given His Gift of Love
Only Through Our Savior
Jesus Christ...

Then whomsoever
Comes to Jesus
Fire-Lights of Love lit-within
Born-again.. Free from their sin
God's Glorious Light
Shall Always Shine
Within Our Hearts.. Souls.. Minds

Awaiting for the Precious time
When Our Savior.. Our Messiah
Comes to take Us home 
up High.. within the Sky..

Behold.. All Born-again Souls
Hearts on Fire-Lights Glow
As Radiant.. Beautiful Love
Sparkling Star-bursts Lights

Showers of Glorious Love 
Radiant and Bright
As Jesus comes from Heavens 
Lights Bursting in Air
Souls together everywhere
Gether High in Sky.. 
Meeting Our Glorious Light
Our Savior..  Jesus Christ

Come to Jesus
Beautiful Colors bursting of Love
 God's Beautiful gift

When time be
You then too.. Be swept up.. 
born-again.. Into Gods Eternal Light
Set Free.. Fire-light lit
Stars Sparkling Lights

For God is the One 
that makes all things happen
God's Beautiful Glory
Sparkling Souls.. 

Be Watchful
As Souls Like Stars bursting in air
As Jesus comes.. Like.. through the Night
Holy Spirit of Love.. non can compare
Shall No longer be here
For then Rapture..
Has Taken place
Whomsoever is born-again
Beholding God's Grace

Will be transformed 
Reborn.. Sparking Love
Changed in Twinkling Light
Gone Home to be
With Jesus Christ
Our Glorious King
Everlasting Glorious Colors 
Pure Holy Light.. Eternity

Come behold God’s Holy Light
As the Star Bursting through the night
Be Saved through God’s  Radiant Glorious Light 
                                                  Our Savior ..Jesus Christ


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I Am Not Afraid

      On the day the Lord calls me home I will not be 
afraid as I know He loves us one and all and to this
earth we are only on loan
      We have spent all our lives here with family and 
friends and so we leave this earth to go home to be 
with our Lord and our family and friends who have
gone home to Heaven before us
       And so our lives go full circle as the Lord sent us 
down from Heaven to accomplish the things He wants 
us to do here on earth and as we complete this we will 
be called back home to heaven to live forevermore
       I am not afraid as I patiently wait for my call to 
enter the Kingdom Of Heaven where I will wait for my 
family and friends to come home and be with our Lord
forevermore.


Poems Of Inspiration (OLD) Contest 
Sponsor: P.D.
7th Place Winner


Details | I do not know? | |

That Bullet Was For You

While walking through a hospital one day, a veteran I did see
He was in a wheelchair with both legs missing, and he did it for you and me.

I turned around a corner and down another hall
Only for my eyes to behold a family who has lost it all

A five year old cried out,"Why did daddy have to die?"
The mother held her son closer while she greived and began to cry

The mother of that young Marine, who had fought over in Iraqu
Wandered why her son so brave, didn't survive the enemie's attack

The father of that soldier, hung his head to cry
He was a retired soldier himself, why couldn't he have been the one to die?

His heart broken sister, sits in shock and tries to deny
The death of her older brother, he was killed and don't know why

A few days later, a family, everybody all dressed in black
Went to the funeral of a twenty-five year old who too our bullet in Iraq

The Bible says "thou shalt not kill." and "Love your neighbor" too
Maybe our soldiers aren't doing what's right, but they still take your bullet for you

They sleep in foxholes, and eat in trenches, and do all that they know to do
They rest in the sand with no comforts of home and they take your bullet for you

The restless nights turn into days, you wouldn't believe all they go through
THe rest of us sit at home and gripe, and still they take your bullet for you

The next time you hear a 21 gun salute, don't condemn as others do
The next time the taps are being played, remember, they took that bullet for you.


Thanks, Veterans for your sacrifice.


Details | Quatrain | |

Eternal Everlasting Joy

Sometimes, I think about my life
And the prices I have paid
All the places I have been
The choices I have made

Seems somewhere along the path
I stumbled upon a stone
At that moment I realized
I’d forgotten my way home

My home became a prison cell
My memory was forgotten
My soul was like an egg
An egg that had gone rotten

Sorry I had to go away
You didn’t deserve my shame
I moved very far away
No connection to my name

My life has always been a lie
One I kept hidden from you
When you thought I was in college
Serving time up in the zoo

On the day I was released
You thought I graduated
The moment you were most proud
Another lie to be hated

I have learned it’s never to late
I believe those words are true
Grandma I’m on a mission
I will graduate for you

I really want to earn the pride
You gave me so long ago
I think it will bring some peace
Releasing guilt up in my soul


I’ve learned in the game of life
We must earn our pride
Even if the people are gone
Resting on the other side

I’ve learned in the game of life
Even though they may be hard
Choices aren’t like rolling dice
They're not like flipping cards

Choices define who we are
I know these words are true
Every choice I know make
Are bringing me back home to you

Grandma, I know where heaven is
It’s right here inside my heart
Inside of mine your memory
Until death will never part

During the time I have left
I vow to always let it show
All the seeds you sowed in me
I shall nourish as they grow

In the end I’ll sit with you
Just like when I was a boy
We’ll sing and praise Jesus’ name
With eternal everlasting joy




Details | Free verse | |

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Narrative | |

Eat Pray Love

On the edge 
of the evacuation zone
Miyuki holds her daughter 
tip-toeing in pink sneakers 
her small hands fragile 
blossoms opening
to the man with the beeping wand 

They were outside in the karesansui 
washing and raking 
rocks, when the school 
heaved, convulsed 
then pressed into silence
one-hundred-and-seven 
voices rising inside

So now they wait with strangers
in ordered lines of sorrow 
for bread and drinking water 
as an adolescent, eyes downcast
sees the small pink laces and
offers up his only ration 
of precious onigiri

Hooded and white masked they walk 
three days and bed-less nights toward 
Ishinomaki by the ocean
to family, friends, and home forever 
transformed 

The landscape jumbles unfamiliar
with plastic wreckage 
and automobiles 
detritus flooded in a field
where Japonica once grew
while moon-suited men 
and women gather
albums for the living

And after sunset Miyuki moves 
her little girl away 
from a white-taped blue-bagged 
lifeless form 
toward the humming black-robed Monk, his
prayers for light 
and workers burned
exposed to radiation ten 
thousand times too high 

And in the shadows one old man kneels
beside a fetid pool and scoops  
rice to carry back to neighbours 
moved to higher ground, un-opens 
one last bottled spirit
bows his head and offers
Miyuki and her first and only 
everything  he has 

At last they reach the shelter’s glow
beneath the starless robe of night 
not used to wearing 
shoes indoors
Miyuki helps her daughter fold
sheets of painful news into
an origami box to hold
her last and only pair

And in the morning as they face
the stretch of road for home 
to unknown love and losses there 
they turn and gaze toward the east 
awaiting still 
spring’s warming breeze 
to rise with brilliant red once more
new light of wondrous dawn 


      ~~~~~~~~~

'karesansui' is a Japanese rock garden or 'dry landscape'.  Rocks are often washed.
'onigiri' is the emergency rice being distributed to survivors in Japan.
'Japonica' is a type of (short-grained) Japanese rice.



for Debbie Guzzie's contest, 'Tribute to Japan'

by ~Soulfire~ 

 


Details | Couplet | |

Fill It With Him (Mid Swap)


There is no love, without our God; 
Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~
I cannot stay if He’s not there,
A sense of loss would fill the air. 

Fill this house with truer faith
Let, our hearts hope in Him always --
He‘ll heal spiritual beggars,
His glory abounds forever…

Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~
There is no love without our God.

Enter, for the kingdom is nigh,
Reach in and ask He’ll not deny.
There are blessings awaiting you,
Hope in Him, and He’ll see you through…

Open your heart, for it is home
Remember God is on the throne ~
When despair strikes – Give it to God, 
Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~

Adell Foster©2009 Adell1



Comments: Mid Swap: Created by Jenny Buzzard from England. This is a strict structure that 
repeats the first and last line as a center couplet. A syllable count of eight per line with 
rhyme scheme as follows:

A1abb
ccdd
A4A1
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ggaA4 


Details | Kyrielle | |

ANTICPATING THE THRILL OF THE HOLIDAYS

Nippy air bites the skin, sunlight trails off in a sky so morose;  
bare trees contemplate the yellow grass below mourning their lost splendor;
be that messenger of the Season's Greetings and avoid being sad and alone...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


Assist me in decorating the pine-scented and candle-lit rooms ,
of my lair; please, come in and accept my hospitality with ardor;
let's chat over dinner and sparkling wine until darkness looms... 
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


Anticipate the thrill of the Holidays with a big smile spreading cheer:
dream of snow, of Santa riding his sleigh from the cold North Pole;
he'll remember every good kid who has shown obedience and grace...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


I looked for a Christmas Tree crossing the snowy boardline,
searching the nearest forest for the tallest, prittiest one
with the help of neighbors who had a good will and no fear...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!  


So much I will share and learn this Holiday Season announcing a divine birth
to the Earth below brightened by candles, twinkling lights and mirth; 
admire my decorations of garlands and golden bells to make you merrier...
welcome to my Holiday home at this very special time of year!


Family, friends and neighbors gather around this fireplace that will bewilder us,
let's remember the wonderful birth of our Savior Jesus, who came to visit us;
hear the song of the angels echoing through the chilly air...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!





Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Approvals I Should Praise

Approvals I Should Praise

The rhythm of my pen knows no bounds
Its ticks, treks, and steps knows no count.
The songs on my lip just loose the count.
No where, I suppose to untie the bond.

Strong bones are so much in here
They touch and squeeze out letters bountifully.
In these bones, many light I have received gracefully.
Linda is one, Andrea is two among all of you there.

You are all amazing guests in this field
Cup of water..., cup of tea come to toast.
Many hugs, many thanks to you, writ and host.
... Eden that crowns my garden and its yields.

Special parcel to my coy mistress, Linda.
All sea, roses...and sweet showers to you.
And my lady Andrea; always brand new!
I love you all... your words in my wall are tender.

Dedicated to:
 Poetrysoup, 
Poet Destroyer A, 
Andrea Dietrich 
and to the rest of Poetrysoupers.

I     am     Grateful     for     your    warm      welcome.


Details | Ballad | |

For them

For them.

To her the word love refers to a boy.
Something she yearns for and misses dearly.

The day they met was cold and fraught with January chill.

“Oh, that does seem so long ago.”

That is the untarnished memory she replays over and over again when events in her life go array.
Back then it was tangible and real, their lives together had not been succumb to so much misery and woe.

They have triumphed, failed, and even caused each other more pain than can be imagined; But through it all they always walked the path together, holding each others hand.

She loves him unconditionally and for that some people cant understand but love needs no excuses, certainly not for them.

She adores him for working so hard, slaving to the man trying to base a future and a plan for them, but she feels guilty that  their small American dream over the years has always led down a dead end.
With today’s hard times she knows they are not to blame, but still her idol hands carry burden with them.

A plot of land, a small farm, and a home to call their own so they may grow old.
that’s all the pair desire.

He loves her to, a thought that at times is unfathomable.
He admires her dreams, even if they are bigger than the world and never distills fear in her that they wont one day come true. She thinks ill rationally and believes in things as a child would, but this merely makes him smile at her spontaneous outlook.

To him she is like a wild bee, searching ferociously for something.
At times he doesn’t think she will ever find it, that’s why its so hard to see her cry.

Life hasn’t been fair for them.
It’s a tragic book that just keeps reading on.

But they muscle through living on their dream and knowing that as long as they have each other, everything will be alright.

And as they drive home to their house with no walls, catching glimpses of each other in their ratty car they don’t feel so alone.

Behind those blue eyes, she will be forever nineteen to him and to her, as she gazes into his brown large pupils; the boy she knows has grown into a man and at that moment they know, one day all the sacrifices they have made will pay off.


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Cry only for those who cannot hear you

The wind did stir the thought in kind wanting - for if she knew my soul, just a spark 
of it, I would be a rich man...

So long this ribbon of love that flows over the rocks of age and distant torment...
The gate keepers sit alone watching, waiting for the violators who dare not call 
mundane theirs...

It is those shackles which bind misguided dreams that which make fertile ground for 
the barkers at the door, for what else does one need to grey the vision and dull 
delight?

You carry the scent of the well-traveled said the withered old man - I too know your 
pain, that which comes from never knowing home - those of us who seek blindly 
that which the world cannot give - home is not a place but a thought in time and 
nothing more than a stop to rest your ambition...

Cry only for only those who cannot hear you, for it is selfish to do otherwise and 
seek home in the gentle embraces of those that know you...

Be kind to those who would bite you, for in doing so it will bring light to a dark path...

AND

Always rejoice in life - it pisses them off and helps them to see the tragic flaw of 
their diluted beliefs...


Details | I do not know? | |

A Place Called Home

As the tree branches sway back and forth
Imagine how much the scenery is worth
To sit down in a yard with an outrageous view
Everything that has grown makes the house look new

The smell of the flowers is all you would need
For the place to feel right at home indeed
Family, friends could make it a happier place
By surrounding you with their pretty face

One big yard for all the children to play
Neither of us would want it any other way
Can't think of a better place to start out right
Having you running home to me every night

This would not be hard to find
For I have somewhere particular in mind
Now that I have got your full attention
Was there something I forgot to mention

The love I feel for you will always be
I can only hope you feel the same towards me
Picturing us together for years and years
Will help us cope better with our fears

                                                         Josie-Marie Curson


Details | Verse | |

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.


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Free verse | |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Verse | |

I'm Going Home

,

Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011

VISIT US AT: http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Kyrielle | |

Welcome to my Home

Special welcome friend, come right in to my place of quiet serene. 
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Of Master’s love and your’s my friend  of wisdom’s grace may I glean,
 As we dismiss St Nicholas myth this Christmas season’s cheer.

Three water pots filled of water be ready, heart, soul and mind.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Welcome is thy mouth,  of abundant life spout, pour in new wine.
We shall drink and be merry, wine of Sharon, on midnight clear.

Bright eyed of Christ mass, humbled children, these special gifts I would, 
welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
I would this season of bliss would kiss, as the brotherhood should.
Often blossoms love and kindness in this blessed season cheer.

My humble dwelling my log cabin near lively stream of life,
welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Where the Lamb and Lion lie together having not any strife.
By  the virgin void my home serene came on a midnight clear!

Come fish with me in narrow strait beneath arch of heaven’s gate!
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year,
my friends of late let us cleans the slate by dip in narrow strait.
A dip in peaceful river serene clears all the concept’s fear.

Corner stone, concepts rejection the same is heart protected.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year,
`Tis faith, love material erected, though minds rejected. 
Welcome! My eternal Christmas home, of paranormal cheer!

For contest: Holiday Home
Sponsored by Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.C.


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
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Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Verse | |

Messages From Heaven

For 47 years and 2 weeks
He was there by my side
Then the sad day came
When he up and died.

On my way home he was there
And as I turned onto the road to home
Garth Brooks began to sing "The River"
It's message was so profound.

Then at breakfasts some songs they'd play
Were messages to which I could relate
"Remember When," by Allen Jackson
And Garth Brook's song "The Dance"

Rascal Flats song "The Long Lonesome Road"
Could have been his life,
It's message I first misread
Until I opened up my eyes.

With "If Tomorrow Never Comes,"
Garth Brooks breaks my heart
But with his song "Sometimes Other Than The Night"
The message was quite strong.

And then there were times I'd go to town
Where usually business was involved
One of these special songs would play
To let me know he was along.

I'd even turn from station to station
To keep the signal clear
And yes, You are right my friends
One of these special songs would be there.

Yesterday it was "The Dance"
Today I learned the news
The bank had presented the papers on the house
So they could be approved.

Today I learned it had been approved
And Our things we'll once more share
We'll look from our window
And see the buffalo there.

I sometimes wonder if there is a message
In a song Leanne Womack sings
It happens following stressful times
And it's called "I Hope You Dance."

OUR HOME ON THE RANGE, will be just that 
For now till the end of time
And I'll continue to read my books 
Sharing the life the cowboys had 
When the west was free and wild.

This morning when I was getting up I turned on the radio and Garth Brooks had just started singing "THE DANCE".


Details | Ballade | |

Success

Success

The other day I saw a man
He was an old, old man
He had this sparkle on his face
And a wondrous smile that ran
Right from his mouth up to his ears
He was a happy guy
And yet he had no home, no car
And soon in death he’ll lie.

I saw a man on the Television
His face all misery
He was a man who had so much
Such an important man he be
And yet his face was deathly grey
All life was drained from it
It seems that all his cobwebbed money
Has not helped him a bit.

I let you see the contrast here
So all you folk who hope
One day to be someone of means
I hope they will take note
Though money has a lot of value
It does not bring success
Cause in the end success must mean
A life of happiness.

1 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.





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)


Details | Sestina | |

The Little Prince of Our House

Our excitement to have you in our life
That you deserve a regal retreat inside our house
This once dark room spruced up with chic bedroom

With soaring peaked ceiling overlooking your bedroom
The wall with trompe l’oeil effect that’s how you furbished our life
Fixed window overlooking vast vistas of the modern house

Dark mahogany furniture lined up inside the house
A forest-green bed crown to lay down on your bedroom
In vibrant hues, you have transformed our life

How blessed our life that within our house, we built a bedroom for our little prince



February 15, 2013


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Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


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Come and Join My Fantasy

Two Sonnets for your enjoyment, joined by the same quatrain. 

Come and join my fantasy Anyone with a mind can be a part You just have to listen to your heart Music adds such harmony All spirits have compatibility You will be happy as a lark You will feel the joy from the start One cannot describe the joy inside Join me in this peaceful place See the eagles flying with such grace This is the home of imagination Here dreams do come true In this place of our creation Interruptions are very few Love is found on every shore Ever after comes every day Happy is just another way Life in forever is never a bore Live the memories you have stored Here fairies and butterflies play Come in and with me stay You will never want to leave Come and share my fantasy On the wings of love fly free This is the home of imagination Here dreams do come true In this place of our creation Interruptions are very few


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Young Fool -To my Father

YOUNG FOOL.

Weren’t you the silly and stubborn young man who came to the land of the Free
and home of the Brave to work for free, starve and get no sleep? How dare you change 
paradise for this?

Once the night fell you got on a tiny boat with a thousand others breaking your mother’s 
heart and making the toughest man on earth cry, your father.

Oh you silly young man... smart, handsome, talented, and humble of only 23 decided to 
risk it all. You had it better than most back home, yet you needed more. You needed to 
set foot on the land of “Once upon a time.”

Days went by, weeks and maybe months, desperation came closer and the toughest 
broke down, the braves returned back home to make it there as if it was meant to be like 
that and the fool like you continued. Even though everything seemed to be endless, you, 
I guess, you trusted God or were too blind folded by your desires that you didn’t back up.

Tierra! (Land!) Was screamed in desperation as a sign of relieve. Tierra! Columbus and his 
men would’ve been ashamed of their cry announcing that they had reached land if they 
would’ve heard you and your companions.

OH, you silly old man, still don’t own a home. Yet, feel that you have accomplished all. 
Like a sleepy baby you got through the days. You made it through with hands that had a 
mind of their own, fixing things, painting, and doing things that still amaze us all.

But you, you didn’t come here for the home, the car of the year, or the Bling Bling but for 
the future of two little girls. Foolishness, ignorance and desire taught you to be the best 
man to walk the surface of the earth, to be tough, to be brave like a soldier and to stay 
humble all the way!

I love you Dad.




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FOREVERMORE

When I hear your name
My heart beats faster than usual
It's not that I am ashame
But It's just your name is too special..

Can't control the feelings
When I am with you
Can't stop smiling
When you hold me like you do

When you hug me then
I feel like I'm in heaven
You are a blessing from above
And you are the reason why I loved

I'll promise to love you FOREVERMORE..
And I will cherish you until the end of my borrowed life
And I will keep our precious memories as long as
we see each other in our next life..


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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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Will We Know Him

Will We Know Him?

Will we know Him if He stood in front of us?
If He walked by us on the street?
Will we know Him?
If we have a chance to meet Him in our  lifetime?
In that split second that we meet Him?
Our eyes met for the first time?
Will we know Him?
Yes reading the moment we stood side by side?
Our smiles are very clear
Our heart jumps around
Yes we do know Him?
That look, and that feeling
When we know we've found our home
Yes we do know Him
Yes we know what to say to Him
As we walk away together
Yes we know Him as He knows us His children
We are finally together

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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In God's Hands

  I am malleable in God’s hands, 
No one can shape me like He can, 
He never gives me anything that I can’t handle, 
He always knows what He is doing, 
No one can compare to Him, 
He is the father I never had, 
I can truly trust, love, and honor Him, 
Because He made me, 
He loves me, 
And I love Him, 
I will never be able to put my heart into someone else’s hands with such trust!
Because He is love! 
And I am His. 
- Inspired by Jeremiah 18:6 

                                                  
                                                  Jeremiah 18:6 NIV
“O house of Israel, can I not do with you as the potter does? declares the Lord. 
“Like clay in the hands of potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.


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I Was Homeless... Now I Have A Home

Never had a voice.
Never had a choice.
Never had a room.
My life was doomed.
Wanted to get away.
No one to turn to.
Not allowed to mix,
With crowds.
Always heard cursing,
Out loud.
Asked God why I,
Had no where to go.

No place where I fit in.
No place where I was me.
No place that I could see,
Hear, feel, touch, 
Or taste peace.

No where I had love.
Not realizing that that,
Place was temporary,
That I had to be there,
Just for a while.
So that one day I'll,
See a smile,
And hear well done,
My faithful servant.

You have fought the,
Good fight, kept the,
Faith, ran the race.
I was there with you,
In that place. Now I have,
A new home for you.
For you to lift your voice,
Because you made the ,
Right choice. You have,
Many rooms. You come my way,
And turned to me.
Come home with me,
To live in peace and victory.




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No Job Can't Pay the Bills TRY JESUS


Here I sit, uncertain of what lies ahead.
I’m still wondering how my family will be fed.

I once had a job that provided a sense of “security.”
Now I don’t…  And I have a lot of uncertainty!

I have unpaid bills, and I’m not sure what to do.
I’ve asked for help.  But not sure who to turn to!

I get discouraged, and feel life “pulling me down.”
I’ve tried just about every job that’s in town.

The dreams I had, have been shattered and smashed.
At times, I feel like I’m just “a piece of trash.”

My wife tried to support me, the best that she can.
But she doesn’t know me…  Or even understands!

Dear Jesus…  You’re the only left that I haven’t tried.
There’s been many nights I laid awake and cried!

I read in the Bible, where your love for me is real!
When I call on your name...  There’s a love I can feel!

Whatever happens, please help me Lord, to trust you!
Whatever tomorrow holds, may I still love you!

I know that you’re a foundation, that I can stand on!
Jesus is a friend!  That I can always depend on!

Jesus, if I lose everything that I have or that I hold on to...
My I always remember your faithfulness
 and never forget you!

Here I stand… With my burdens lifted from me!
It’s because of Jesus!  And how much he loves me!

I praise HIS name!  And lift my hands to the sky!
He’s in control now!  I don’t have to ask the reason why!

Jesus…  Please take control of my worries and desires!
Above all of my problems, I lift your name up higher!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



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Daddys Coming Home

My Daddy’s coming home, he promised Mom and me
He told us not to worry; he was safe as he could be
He’ll wear his vest and helmet and stay out of the crowd
My Daddy’s in the Army and he serves his country proud
It’s just another tour he said like the ones before
My Daddy’s coming home some day but today he is at war

We didn’t hear from Daddy, though he said he’d call each day
My Mommy said don’t worry but let’s kneel down and pray
We thank God for our Daddy and to keep him safe and warm
Like he did the last time and back in Desert Storm
We tell God that we love him and that all we’re praying for
Is Daddy coming someday but today he is at war

We haven’t heard from Daddy; it seems for quite a while
We still kneel down and pray for him but Mommy’s lost her smile
Friends keep coming over and they pray with her too
My Mommy looks so tired and sad; I don’t know what to do
Today my Mom was crying when she hung up the phone
She said that was the Army and their sending Daddy home

I said let’s pray for Daddy and knelt down by her side
She didn’t help me with the words; she just knelt down and cried
I knew something had happened but I was scared to ask
I asked God to take over; he handles all those tasks
Then I got this funny feeling, my Daddy’s not alone
He’s with some fallen soldiers and God’s bringing them back home

My Daddy’s going home today like he promised Mom and me
Home to be with Jesus for all eternity


With Memorial Day coming up, I thought I would share this with all of you.  IF you 
like this check out my poems - A Little Hill IN Arlington and MIA Hill


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Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier


Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
 beaming 
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 


Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
 
White
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
 
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 


So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!


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Dedication to Everyone

I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace
with full of hearts and ideas in a special place
I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile
with antics that help me grow in every mile
I do want to say to all of the people with respect
because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck
I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you
without you my poems would not come true
I bless everyone with care 
with kindness and without dis-pare
I hold my hands high and put them together
with this I bless you with good weather
I do read some of the poems that people put out
sometimes I feel with out a doubt
I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed
with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed
I smile a bunch with every word
it is like a music in my head making a cord
I do want you all to know that you have made my day
to be a better day in every different array
I cherish my time with all the people in my heart
the words flow in my mind is just but a start
I'm happy with everyone in PoetrySoup.com 
with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm
I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right
just to tell you that is just my own insight
I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown
with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown

If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who 
would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view


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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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The Risk of Choice

It would be too easy to not believe
And not have faith in all He wants us to see.
But I don't want to risk my life being saved
Because of a choice I was refusing to make.


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My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





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Path

Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
Who knows?
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.


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What I Look For In A Home


I’m sure that home to many has a different meaning. It depends what kind of life they’ve been receiving. There are those with memories of hurt and pain. Some may not want to mention their families name. Others have childhood memories they are fond of. They may have a family that they’re proud of! I think that in many cases, home is not what people see. It has a lot of importance. Both to you and me! What home means to me is to have our family together. And ask the Lord to bless it, with his love forever! God gave me a wife and children to take care of. May I not do things that I’d be ashamed of! I invite YOU Jesus, to be the head of our home! May we come together as a family, around your throne! May our family serve one another as we should. May the truths of God’s word be applied and understood! May the Lord help us to get along, with our imperfections. May God’s word be our “road map,” for needed direction! There’s no perfect home. Believe me! I know it! When it comes to family time… We all need to show it! Unless the lord builds the home… They labor in vain that build it! Let’s seek God’s blessing! So his love can completely fill it! Please come Jesus! And fill our home today! May our home be honored by what we do and say! By Jim Pemberton


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Pep Talk Soliloquy

Much to do
Yes it's true

Sit in chair
Look and stare.

Illness strain
Constant drain

What a mess
Hornet nest.

Clutter here
Clutter there.

Just start small
I won't fall

Choose one thing
It won't sting

Do it quick
That's the trick.

Stay on task
Make it last.

Hydrate too
Good it's true.

On all day
Music play.

Pick up house
Vacuum couch

Remove the trash
Do it fast.

Clean the loo
Lots to do.

Do some wash
Be the boss.

Organize 
It is wise.

Simplify
Give a try.

Get it done
Make it fun.

Give away
Take today.

When not use
Time to lose.

Pack-rat style
Looking vile.

Remove dust
Mold and must.

Freshen air
Sweep all stair.

I will see
Will feel free.

Rooms get neat
Doldrums beat.

Attitude
Changes mood.

Do not quit
Or even sit.

Do not shirk
Pride in work

Till all done
I"ll have won.

If  I heed 
All I need.

Keep it nice
Don't think twice.

Do it now
Then take bow.

Give myself
All the help.

Take my time
Do not whine.

No more mess
Do my best.

Look around
No dark cloud

Darkness gone
Didn't take long

Cleared the mess
Removed stress.

Keep it up
Won't erupt.

Peace and joy
Stop annoy.

Time to rest 
Done my best.

It's now home
No more alone.

Being clean
No longer dream.

Little a day
Make it stay.

Easy, see?
Just for me

Routine set
Don't forget.

Set aside
Please abide.

Tips today
Clean will stay.

Show my son
It can be done.

He will do
His own too.

We're a team
Got to clean.

Need to share
Make it fair.

Time is now
This is how.

Soon I'll see
More from me.

Fight thru pain
Much to gain.

No more run 
Must get done. 

Have my plan
Time to stand.

Lead the way
Start today. 


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Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.


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Little Hell Raisers { Nonet}

<                             I'm going on journey ~ back in time
                               When I should of listened to my .... heart
                               But instead just followed ....  head 
                               What a mistake that .... was
                               Let me tell you .... now
                               Poor old ... lady
                               Didn't ... do
                               Noth ~ ing
                               Wrong !



                              Carrying her groceries home from the ... store
                              Me ~ brother ~ sister ~ brother's ... friend
                              Tossing lit~ firecrackers
                              Laughing ... and .... giggling 
                              Looking ~ for ... trouble
                              And here she ... came
                              Four ..... against
                              Just ... one
                              Wow   !



                              Bet poor old women didn't .... expect
                              Handfull of lit .... firecrackers
                              To be tossed in her own .... bags
                              Others ran like .... dickens
                              I stayed and helped   ...  her
                              Picked up her ... stuff
                              And ... carried
                              Them ... all
                              Home !
                           
                           
                           
                           
Entry For
Linda Marie's
A Journey Back In Time
G.L. All


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Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


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The Blue Knight { Pantoum }

<                                the city he calls his home the beat
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  doctors lawyers fast food he's ready
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  the city he calls his home the beat




Tribute To 
Police Officers 



Entry For
Jarred Pickett's
Pantoum Contest
G.L. All
                                  


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THE EAGLE

The Eagle,
Mightiest and most majestic of all the birds.
Revered by the American Indian as Most Blessed of all the Animals by The Creator.
According to Indian legend of all the birds The Creator chose the Eagle to be the leader,
Master of the sky.
He flies higher and sees better than any other bird.
As he roams the sky the Eagle is believed to have a special connection with God.
He is considered to be a messenger to God and was given the honor of carrying the prayers of Man between the World of Earth and the World of Spirit where The Creator resides.
The wings of the Eagle represent the balance needed between male and female, each dependant upon the strengths and abilities of the other.
To wear or hold an Eagle feather causes The Creator to take immediate notice.
With the Eagle feather The Creator is honored in the highest way.
When one receives an Eagle feather that person is being acknowledged with gratitude, love and ultimate respect.
Only real true Men and Women carry an Eagle feather.
Eagle feathers are never to be abused, dropped or contaminated in any way.
If for any reason it is dropped it must be cleansed in a proper cleansing ceremony.
The keeper of an Eagle feather makes a little home where the feather will be kept safely and protected.
It should be hung up within one's home not placed in a drawer or cupboard.
Eagle feathers were awarded to Braves, Warriors and Chiefs for acts of valor and bravery.
These feathers were difficult to come by and had to be earned one at a time.
No matter how he came by possessing an Eagle feather, no one was allowed to wear one until it was proved he had won it in an act of bravery according to Tribal Law.
An Indian would rather part with his horse or his tepee rather than lose one of his feathers. To do so would be dishonor in the eyes of his tribe.
Under U.S. and Canadian Law a permit is required from official government conservation authorities for anyone to possess an Eagle feather.

                                                                                      Judy Ball

For Pure Thoughts On Nature Contest by John Freeman


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God Will

God Will
By Nate Spears
Published 2010 in Inspiration 2 Smile by Nate Spears



When the most difficult times arrive
God will get you by 
When your down to you last penny 
God will stick with you
When it seems impossible 
God want let it stop you
Keep strong faith; strong faith will make it hard 
For any weapon formed against you
That weapon shall not commence you
Faith in GOD is nice
Don't give up
Just trust 
Enclose your palms
Spiritual blessing will combust 
When evil's fired your way
God will make your day.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


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MUSIC - HAIKU

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


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The Puzzle

I don't have all the pieces together;
This puzzle is just too much,
But God already has it figured out
As He is solving this from above.


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I Know of An Old Fashioned Family


There’s a family I know,  that may seem old fashioned.
But they serve others from a heart of compassion!

They don’t have much in the scope
 of entertainment.
But they have each other,
 and much contentment.

They have a love for God that comes from within!
And are thankful to the Lord
 for being their friend!

They don’t get too involved with that the world brings.
They have each others love.  
They have everything!

This family has been an inspiration to others too!
By their giving hearts, in much of what they do!

This family has a commitment to serve God above.
And have asked Jesus to fill them with his love!

This may seem old fashioned, 
not to have a lot of things…
But they know their Lord 
and the love that he brings!

I’m thankful to know them and their Godly inspiration…
I extend to them a heart of thanks  and appreciation!

Please dear Lord, bless and keep them in your arms!
Be with them Jesus, and protect them from harm!

May the blessings of God keep 
flowing through them!
And may the peace and joy of God continue to be with them!

By Jim Pemberton   05/29/13


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!


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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."


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Your Gorgeous Life

You wake me up with Your endless light
So beautiful in shining, so bold, so bright!
You paint the landscapes and let Your love shine
For the whole world to see, to feel Your gorgeous life!


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.


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I'm Coming Out And Am Proud Of It

There are proud people “coming out!” Yet, they have no idea what real life is about! Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing. Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning! I’m coming out for Jesus! I’ve nothing to hide! I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride! Of my own accomplishments... I’ve nothing to boast! But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost! Whatever pride we have… We’ve all sinned! Jesus told us; “you must be born again!” Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.” Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of! But God reached down to where I was standing! And filled my life with his peace and understanding! The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me! His power alone is what can truly set me free! I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul! I’m going to shout it! So the whole world may know! I’m not ashamed of Jesus! I am NOT! By his mercy… My sins have been blood bought! For each step you take to God… He takes two! Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU? A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking! Come now! And receive HIS life! It’s everlasting! By Jim Pemberton


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WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 


by: LP


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marking time....to my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, 2008....my sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.



i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.



i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 



then 


i had
great pain in my chest...
.
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.



then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.



i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good



yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.



i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.

janetta


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A Nature Walk

Stop for a moment, to only admire The wondrous, warm world, where I do reside; These gigantic trees do serve to inspire, Notice the beauty, with nothing to hide. The golden orb shines through neon-clear leaves, From the canopy falls a single drop Of dew that is unstirred by any breeze, landing on my palm with a tiny 'plop'. Next is the meadow, so spacious and fair, Filled with daffodils, and fat buzzing bees. This fantastic scene, tends Nature with care, Yet Home must I go, now back to the trees, For with this family, I must be sure, Found at Home to make a nice, hot breakfast, Since my love for them, is ever so pure, So I bid farewell, as I'm Home at last.


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Our Family Prayer

God, make our home a happy home
for all who dwell within,
Where joyful moments and treasured memories
are always sure to begin.

God make our home a caring home,
One where we learn from each other.
We are all unique in our own special way,
And have many gifts to give one another.

God, make our home a loving home,
Where we give unconditionally.
Where we learn that nothing is more important
Than the love of God and our family.


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The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



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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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God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.


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I Noticed the Words Jesus Loves You above Your Door

I Noticed; “Jesus Loves You,” Above Your Door!

I noticed a sign, “Jesus Loves You,”
 above your front door.
I want to know about him!
I want to know more!

Could you tell me without 
any hesitation...
About Jesus and his plan 
of salvation?

Could you tell me about
 being born again?
And share with me how
 much you love him?

What is it like to become
a Christian?
And to serve Christ,
 As a daily mission?

I want to know how God 
has changed you!
I don't really know whom else to turn to.

Are you one that I can
 really depend?
I assume that Jesus is 
your best friend?

Please listen to what 
I have to say...
And spend some of your time
 with me today!.

By Jim Pemberton    


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Decisions

Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.


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And The Door Opened

The phone rang early in the morning waking me from a sound sleep, The hospital called to say that Gramma had gone into a coma deep, I’ll get dressed and come to the hospital right away to sit by her side The nurse said don’t bother, she won’t know you, and alone she died. ...and the door opened, from deep within, something stirred inside. Excruciating pain happened, it seemed to come out of nowhere, What is this, I am only fifteen, it gave me the biggest scare, You have stones the surgeon said, it is a gallbladder attack, Had major surgery at a young age and I never looked back. ...and the door opened, from deep within, my life began to get on track. After two heart attacks that left you with only 20 percent cardiac function, In a wheelchair from rheumatoid arthritis, your life was now at a junction, Caring for you at home was no longer an option, we could not manage, Dying in the nursing home, a private room was their offered advantage. ...and the door opened, from deep within, I had to right this disadvantage. Your mind slipping, caring for yourself was something you no longer knew, With complete guilt, the admission to a nursing home was all I could do, Eyes vacant starring off in space, you didn’t know me or any other guest, Maybe it was self-preservation that protected you from this place, it was best. ...and the door opened, from deep within, I tried to continue on my quest. After this, I took early retirement but feeling I still have more to give, Quietly I listen to your last story as you work hard to continue to live. Sitting with you while your wife goes out, I tenderly hold your hand, For no one should every feel alone or abandoned, in this our caring land. ....and the door opened, from deep within, being a nurse is all I understand. Written September 30, 2011
For Paula Swanson's contest Opened doors Won 5th place


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Unashamed Self-Promotion

:-)


Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!

'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link:

http://afzalmoolla.wordpress.com/ 

Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,

And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!

So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!


:-)





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England,My Country

 The rolling hills so green and tender
 Mountains on high i will always remember
 Colours of the seasons so fresh in my mind
 All of the beauty so easy to find
 This is England,the country i live
 The country i would die for,the country i love

 The fields the forest the mountain stream
 The hills the dales the lakes agleam
 Scent of summer so strong on the breeze
 My land of beauty thats so hard to leave
 This is England the country i adore
 Home of truth,faith,hope much more

 And if the time comes then leave it i shall
 To a foreign country an unknown land
 Where the thoughts of England will always remain
 In Gods own country ,Gods domain

 


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Treasures of your soul


Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud 
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge 
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark 
Hope don’t give it up for a price 
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever  
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love

08-05-13


Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
for Gail 




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It's Simple

It's simple.
We make it much more complicated than it is;
Just live.


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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


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All I Need Is You

I don't need any money,
I don't need fancy shoes.
I don't need to buy happiness, 
'Cause all I need is You.

I don't need expensive clothes,
I don't need things to choose.
I don't need five-star meals,
'Cause all I need is You.

I'm smiling here so wide;
I feel like I'm brand new.
Today is the start of something big
'Cause all I need is You.

My soul is eternally fulfilled;
My heart is being led through.
I don't need anything else,
'Cause all I need is You.


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Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Dessert in the Deserted Desert

Boiling, baking and blazing,
               Other synonyms for heat.
My camel is happily dazing,
	He was not a restful seat.
Poolside I’ll later be lazing,
	Resting my sunburnt feet.
Air conditioning is amazing,
               Ice cream is a lovely treat.


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 | 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.




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The Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


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Am I Still Forgiven

I did it again; I need forgiven.
Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before?
I've fallen into these same sins countless times before;
I still haven't learned my lesson.
I am an ignorant hypocrite.
Am I still forgiven?


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The Art of Living Part One

Helen Caccumise was a very inspirational person. She loved drawing, painting, music 
and reading books. She owned a Veterans home in Greenwich Ohio, where I live. She 
has known my grandma Sandy for thirty years. They started the Veterans Home 
together. I always went up to the veterans home when I was little; it was around the 
time I started to call Helen, Granny Helen. She was a second mother to everyone. She 
would be the one to say that everyone looks for the perfect life to step into. They take 
all the right paths to get where they want to go, but no matter what, they always come 
back home to themselves. I usually went up there to hang out with a guy named Pat, he 
was a veteran. He went into the service when he was in his twenties. We were best 
friends but then something happened and everything changed when Megan (Helen’s 
Daughter) took over the veteran’s home. Helen lived in the house across from ours, so i 
always went to her house. She bought me my first ferby. She was the one that told my 
sister if she ate a full cigarette that she would be a smoker when she got older. Of 
course my sister ate it; guess what she is now a full time smoker, it’s funny how things 
work out that way.I’m writing about what happened the day Helen died because it’s still 
fresh in my memory, like it happened yesterday. I’m still getting over the loss of her. I 
spent most of my time with Helen because she helped me through my troubled times 
and she always wanted to listen to me play my bass guitar. So I owe her everything I 
own. If writing this memoir would help me find a way to get rid of the guilt then I’ll do it.


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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


Details | Quatrain | |

Safe

It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part II

The Med between us
The gusts make me think of you
Storms... it’s just like home.


Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed

to bid the emptiness farewell

while

ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...


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Desert Prints

Running
Running fast, running strong
Now I’m
Walking
Walking hard, walking long
Seems like
Forever
That I’ve been going in this place
But it’s never
That my memory’s erased
With thoughts of you
These desert prints 
Are holding strong to you

Trying
Trying now to make my way
Now I’m
Taking
Taking time with no delay
Seems like I’m
Falling
In the dry heat of the sun
But it’s never
That I’ll ever come undone
Because it’s true
These thoughts, the prints
They bring me home to you

My desert rose
My cactus flower
Though I am weak
You give me power
You are my water
In this arid land
I will make it there
And beat the sand 
Because it’s true
These thoughts, the prints
They bring me home to you

These desert prints
Will be my guide to you


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The Chapter

Let me write one chapter of my life
A chapter that is free from brokeness
One word built upon another 
That foundation word is agape love

Pity that some of the foundations laid remain
Amiss because the most important stone
A foundation stone from above was absent
That rock, brick, or cement block weakened

Nothing solid to hold it together just pile of stones
That is shaky or brick with no morter _ready to crumble
First little tremor or heavy rain and the rock moves
One and then another soon the safety net of home gone

Let the final chapter read the foundation repaired
The home saved looks better today than at anytime
Freshly painted, floors repaired, comes with all modern
Appliances, looks better than when it was built eons ago

(Used some metaphoric language with irregular meter)


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | Rhyme | |

Forever Changed

No longer here to sulk;
That only yields more pain.
Here I am to live these words:
I am forever changed.


Details | Free verse | |

Everyone's Prayer

Let us all join hands and pray for eachother today. Some of us are sick. Some of us have problems. Some of us are married. Some of us are not. But we all go through rough times in this life. Today we will get together and bowe our heads before God. We thank you God for the blessings you have given us, which are plenty. We thank you too for the problems we have. they make us come and seek you. Sometimes Disasters happen and we wonder why? If they happen somewhere else, we think that we are safe. But when they happen close to home - we don't know where to turn. Give us the wisdom, give us the courage we need, to help our sisters and brothers. We ask you God to have mercy on the soldiers at war. Have mercy on the people in the hospitals, the ones that are bedridden at home. Have mercy on the children that are being asused everyday, every where, on the homeless person that doesn't have a home or something to eat. Have mercy on the people in jail and the ones in prison too. Please Jesus help us, not to judge others so we too won't be judged. Help us to be merciful of one another. Help us to be a better person - then what we were yesterday Amen...
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo. Comments: I just felt like saying a prayer for all of us today. May God fill your life with blessings.


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I Messed Up

Lord, please forgive me.
I need You.
I messed up.
Please, save me.
Thank You.
I trust You.
I love You.
I am a hypocrite.
Please, change me.
Thank You.
Amen.


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BETTY'S KITCHEN

I will never forget the day
You softly wondered in
The way you looked at me and said,
"I like this kitchen Jim"

I'd never felt big or fancy
There was nothing made of stone
With little flash or polish
I spent most of my day alone.

But all of that was about to change
and not just a little bit
This once forgotten kitchen
Was now a perfect fit.

You rose early in the morning
I was the first one you'd see
I have loved these quiet times
When it's just you and me.

I remember those crazy days
When we'd work around the clock
Getting ready for a hundred kids
On nights called, "Solid Rock"

My favorite times are when family come
I can feel the love in your hands
I've gotten good at reading your thoughts
Things no one else understands

I've heard you sing and sensed your prayers
You can do both while you cook and clean
Sweet aromas over so many years
I've been a part of everything

So much love and joy is here
And great food I don't have to mention
But the greatest thrill for me
Is to be known as "Betty's Kitchen"


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Growing Older And Hopefully Wiser

If this is how it's supposed to be,
Then, baby, I can't wait!
If this is just a taste,
Maturing will be great!


Details | Lyric | |

A Christmas Dream

Over the blasts of mortar shells,
He heard the sound of jingle bells;
And when he closed his tired eyes,
He got a Christmas Day surprise.

Snow was fall’n and his boy was call’n:
“Daddy, can we go down now?
I think it’s clear, Santa’s been here
And Daddy got home some how.
We are a family, Daddy, Mom and me
On this Christmas Day;
I’m with you, my wish came true,
The one to Baby Jesus I did pray.”

From across the world, so far away,
In a foreign land on Christmas Day;
Sleeping with his fatigues still on,
His boy’s voice was a Christmas song.

Snow was fall’n and his boy was call’n:
“Daddy, can we go down now?
I think it’s clear, Santa’s been here
And Daddy got home some how.
We are a family, Daddy, Mom and me
On this Christmas Day;
I’m with you, my wish came true,
The one to Baby Jesus I did pray.”

Please remember our service heroes,
Scattered throughout the world,
As we celebrate with our families,
The good will they hope to build.

He woke up to a flash of light,
And screams resounding in the night;
He charged forward to help his peers;
With his son’s voice ringing in his ears.

Snow was fall’n and his boy was call’n:
“Daddy, can we go down now?
I think it’s clear, Santa’s been here
And Daddy got home some how.
We are a family, Daddy, Mom and me
On this Christmas Day;
I’m with you, my wish came true,
The one to Baby Jesus I did pray.”


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The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
Saved,
Loved,
Changed,
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,
Amen!


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Buffet

Arabic labelling on bottles of water,
Room overlooking bricks and mortar,
Men want tips for being your porter,
Getting to food is a pitiless slaughter.

Piles of olives and eggs sit just right,
In bowls coloured an abyss of white,
Odd cuisine makes a peculiar sight,
This is the date I’ll be having tonight.

Cold meat and ham sit on your plate,
Plenty queues; too much time to wait,
Stomach rumbles, hunger won’t abate,
Hurry it’ll all be gone if you arrive late!


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Your Favourite TV Programmes, Now Even Less Understandable

Gargling, a gargoyle’s groan gulps
From the bilingual blackness of TV,
A clockwork advertisement pulps
Knowledge into your worn mind free
Of charge. Nothing but gobbledegook
Everywhere, an insistent humming bee
And you just volunteered for the hook.
You can’t understand it, but still can see

That it’s appealing. Someone wants it.
We now return you to your film with Mr T,
But subtitled. There’s nothing to do but sit,
enjoy – all else is static - and sweatily agree.
Your mind is a sad wastebasket of re-runs;
Rom-coms galore, dubbed films about keys,
Action films with loud explosions and guns.
Poor translation aside, I enjoy foreign Telly.


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One Thing

We can wake up,
And this all might be changed.
But one thing remains:
We are saved.


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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.



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I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.


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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.


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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


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I TOO HAVE A DREAM

Just like Dr. KIng I too have a dream
I have a dream that one day children of all ages and colors will receive a better 
education
Where they will one day have a better life after graduation
These students will hold their heads up high whether they become the next 
lawyer or doctor in the world
By stepping up to say I am now a man or woman, no longer a boy or girl
I have a dream that every child will go to school and put forth effort in all their work
So that they will not need or want for anything, a life full of happiness rather than 
hurt
These students will sit in that chair or that desk and take in everything that's 
being said
Taking in knowledge rather than putting foolishness in their heads
In this dream children will be able to thank teachers for everything they know
College is where we should further our education, so its college we shall go
I have a dream that students will not go home to parents and lie about what 
they've earned 
But go home to parents and show them exactly what it is they've learned
Children of all ages will realize that its best to attend school
Instead of sitting at home doing nothing with time,smoking drugs which is not 
very cool
I have a dream that we all will come together and help each other succeed
A place where we will be able to thank us and not you and me
I have a dream that no child will be left behind in grades
They will be able to thank teachers for the education they gave
A dream where students will work extra hard
Knowing that later on in life we all will play a major part
This dream will live across the nation as if its the last words to be heard
Because an education is not something that should be kicked to the curve
Students will not play when their teacher is trying to teach
Because not much  can be understood this way even if you are sitting in your seat
In this dream everyone will be all that they can be
Whether it comes from nursing in the hospital or on the streets
If my words can matter like Dr. Martin Luther KIng
Then guess what, I TOO HAVE A DREAM


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Hypocrite

I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: The Market

Shuffling sandstone, infinite shimmering coloured pots,
TV remotes lie in tandem with jeans, shiny toy robots
Act as magnets to the unwary tourist, conspicuous in
Their presence, shorts and cameras, humid hair in knots.

Spices of hues in their hundreds to make you salivate,
Groaning shack tables of suspicious sunglasses sate
Your appetite for purchases, the sun beats down on
The market, Medina bursting with life which cannot wait.

Eyes flicker over unsuspecting strangers, enticing you
To buy, trapped by the lure of a carpet woven new
By sweating men grasping, chasing any chance to sell
The future. Will you ever use this carved snooker cue?


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Lives to Live

We have dreams to fulfill.
We have goals to achieve.
We have hearts to inspire.
We have love to give.
We have faith to teach.
We have hope to send.
We have strength to create.
We have bravery to find.
We have positivity to shine.
We have courage to build.
We have stories to tell.
We have hands to hold.
We have lives to live.
All in Your Heavenly name,
We pray,
Amen.


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


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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


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Turn All Your Worries

"I don't know where to go,
And I don't know what to do."
Turn all your worries out to God;
Trust Him,
And He will lead you through.


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Fulfilled

My heart is filled;
I've found everything I need.
Here I stand,
Finally off my knees.
I found love in Him,
And He found love in me.


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Taking The Lead

I can feel Your presence;
I can feel You in all that I do.
I can feel You walking with me,
And I don't know what to do.
I just need to trust You
Because this is a journey I cannot see.
I am giving up;
Thank You for taking the lead.


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It Took A Lot of Faith

If they ask me how I did it,
How I got here today,
I will love and laugh and smile
And say, "It took a lot of faith."


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...



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The Romans Road To Heaven

In the Bible book of Romans there is a simple way
To know the way to heaven that you can know today.
The first truth we must realize is there’s not a righteous one;
In Romans three it’s stated—verse ten says, “There is none.”
We’re shown that we are sinners, as shown in chapter three;
Verse twenty-three says clearly it includes you and me.
Then we must know the sentence:  it’s a death that separates
Us from a home in heaven in an eternal state.
That passage there in Romans starts out in chapter six,
Verse twenty-three states clearly the penalty is fixed.
We see the reason for it in Romans chapter five:
Verse twelve says one man sinned then, now all who are alive
Have this sentence passed upon them, but now look at verse eight!
For Christ has paid the sentence, we can enter heaven’s gate!
As we go back and read it in chapter six again,
Verse twenty-three has good news of forgiveness from our sin!
We all have earned the wages of death to come some day,
But God’s love has provided eternal life this way:
His gift, Christ dying for us, we now by faith receive:
The act of Him receiving is simply to believe.
For chapter ten and verses ten through verse thirteen
Explain the simple process that can be clearly seen:
Confess now the Lord Jesus, with your heart now believe,
And call upon the Savior, this new life to receive!
Then we can know forever that we are justified,
Secure in Him forever who for us one day died.
See Romans five, verse one now; see Romans 8:1, too;
Then read the final verses to see this blessing true.
Start at verse twenty-nine there and see God’s wondrous love,
And how He has secured you that home in heaven above!
Yes, in this book of Romans a road God clearly shows
How we can go to heaven, and for sure it we can know!


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Tipping

Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting.
The service: quite nice actually.
The drinks cool and food sating
My average appetite factually;

Who knew they had coca cola here
In the middle of the desert... odd
Isn’t it? I ordered water and beer
And here arrives our saviour, god

And leader, dressed in a brown
Shirt despite the pre-mentioned
Heat. He never wears a frown,
Even at rush hour not tensioned.

7.30 comes and goes, morning
Or night, we arrive, are seated
And eat. The waiter is fawning
But nice, the food is all treated

And we eat it all up, fulfilled by
A fountain of beverages he will
Provide. Full, we give a goodbye,
And place tips away from the till

So the manager cannot see, risky
Business. But how to divide the
Cost? Calculators grant only frisky
Fractions, I only had a mint tea!


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MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


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.


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Moments in time

It’s not a ‘cloud of issues’ to deal with
but a crowd of witnesses that surrounds us;
with different personalities and gifts to offer
remind us that we’re all unique creatures
that God has made across time and space.

Moments in time enable us to change gears,
provoked by situations that bring to reflection;
relationships weave as crucial elements,
to our standards and expectations.

By way of committing to affairs of life,
there’s meaning, home to grace –
and it’s home to God that makes us wonder
his ways are certainly not our ways.

The concept of bitachon  takes us on a journey,
like a beautiful sanctuary within is being shared.
in the fullness of life’s experiences speak therefore –
how integral God is in each of our lives.

he makes us whole again, complete in inner dimension;
with peace that embraces all in a right relationship,
truly, a metaphor for the heart of life, a sacrament --
that provides grace and sanctity to be holy.

The God of love speaks and enters our inner sanctuary -
the heart which acts like a third eye in general;
hence, human struggles echo who we are
that define perseverance and faith in the living God.

We have cried enough tears in our lives
with a tremendous amount of optimism;
though as it sometimes seems a mystery, a problem -
that becomes a straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Aimed at transforming our lives into pieces of hope
where love is shared in many forms and shapes;
God dwells at the heart of every human being,
his interconnectedness defines his essence with us.

What a great gift to keep that in our minds,
it is God and us and those around us;
ilustrate a beautiful symmetry, another episode
that sustains us to keep in the race, keep in the game.
With a vivid recall of events in the life passed by,
a way of emphasizing how God keeps us strong
a response to what life is; in moments of time – he’s still there.
one with the Father, and the Father is in him. 

As Mark Twain said in one of his many writings,
“it is not what I don’t understand about the Bible
that bothers me.  It is what I do understand!’ He’s everything;
for we are in him, and he is in us;  we’re his sons and daughters.


Note;

Bitachon - a Jewish word which means “trust in God,” plays a critical role in jewish thought.  Just as a person should strive to observe Mitzvot, he or she should try to develop bitachon, a consciousness that God is actively involved in our lives.


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Christmas Eve Tree

 Christmas Eve Tree

I went out the back door into the yard.
Among the drifts that were getting hard.
The sun just down and it was late. 
As I walked out the gate.

I Followed the creek still flowing free.
And came to just the right tree.
I Cut at the tree down low.
Till it toppled on the snow.

Beside the log fire in this room.
I swept the corner with the broom.
Brought in the tree using some might.
Stood it straight in the firelight.

From the attic, put there last year,
I fetched the boxes and sat them near.
Within are decorations of different types.
Angels, stars and snowmen with pipes.

There are lights and globes and tinsel by yards.
And near the corner are some old Christmas cards.
Pictures of skating girls and boys.
And children playing with toys.

The tree is trimmed for tonight.
The wood fire is burning bright.
It’s heat, for the cold night it will be.
It’s light, reflecting off the tree.


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God Wants You to Be With Him Forever



 God Wants You To Be With Him forever!

Heaven can one day be your
 eternal home!
You can have a mansion
 next to God’s throne?

You can know for a certainty…
Where you’ll be spending eternity.

Through Christ, your sins
 can be forgiven!
Christ’ love can change
 the way you’re livin’!

You can know 
beyond any doubt.
What true life is all about!

You can know
 the peace of God today!
Meditate on God’s word
 and what it has to say!

Why not give your heart to him?
And know what it means
 to be born again!

Your life can have
 a Godly direction!
And accept his heart-felt invitation?

You can know God’s
life changing power?
What are you waiting for?  
This could be YOUR hour!

By Jim Pemberton    


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So Close, Yet So Far

It's like I'm there,
Standing behind a glass wall.
I've had a taste,
Just not the full platter.
I'm ready for the cake,
But all I have is batter.


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Our Love Is Enough

We don't need to go out and party,
We don't need to drink,
We don't need to socialize,
We don't need to go shopping,
We don't need to spend money,
We don't need to go to a movie,
We don't need to watch sporting events,
We don't need to go out to eat,
Because we found love,
And our love is enough.


Details | I do not know? | |

WHAT IS HOME?

WHAT IS HOME?

ROLLING HILLS ARE HOME TO ME,
PLAYING CHESS WITH FRIENDS,
DANCING ON THE WEEKEND,
WALKING IN THE WIND,
BLOWING BUBBLES.

(Reflect)

BUBBLES BLOWING WIND,
THE “IN” WALKING WEEKEND,
THE “ON” DANCING FRIENDS
WITH CHESS PLAYING ME. 
TO HOME ARE HILLS ROLLING?


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Think Before You Act

When the lights go out
An the curtains close 
Everyone goes home what do you do
Do you stay behind to study your lines 
And make a fool 
Out of the people that never believed in you 
Do you go home to talk on the phone
Or play games to entertain
Yourself for the time being
Doing activities that are useless 
Should you train for your upcoming games
So you can do your best
To play in the big league  Because that's what you've dreamed
Since you were a little kid 
Or decide to follow in the footsteps of your family members
That never achieved anything
To help but in the family history 
But through everything you've been through
Good or bad
Either way you learn from your mistakes
Once you know good from bad
You should always think before you act


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Thrice-Time Tllings

Sweet angel bells caress the air
With tlling, tlling, tlling

Thrice they chime their gentle tllings
Then thrice again once more

With fluted softness, the tllinging brings
A chorale of soul-lights – Heaven sings

Thrice they sigh their gentle tllings
Then thrice just as before

And me? So sad? Such a sad, poor thing
Am soul-brushed - . tlling, tlling, tlling

Brought home to life, come home to love,
Throw wide my stained glass door

As hummingbirds, afloat mid-air
Still their rainbow wings

Astride the currents of the thrice-time tllings
Transformed beyond their core


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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


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Prayer for a Soldier

I wish for you encompassing protection, a little extra of Gods attention to follow you 
wherever you roam until you return safely home.

I wish for you peace and love, a special tie from God above to keep you feeling safe 
and warm even in the middle of a storm.

I wish for you true understanding, a secret insight to what he's planning, in this war 
and in your life so you wont be broken by the strife. So you will know what is meant 
to be will be and that you will make it back home safely. 

No one will be able to bring you harm. 

You will return home to your family's arms.

This prayer I send out for you, a soldier who is strong and true, a man of great 
nobility, may you have the strength to BE ALL YOU CAN BE!


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.





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It's Not A Cult

It's not a cult:
It's a Savior saving my life.
It's a Savior saving your life.
It's our Savior saving our lives.
It's not too late.
It's never too late!


Details | Ballad | |

Books

Books are a way of learning a trade
Books tell us stories, poetry, and plays

Books entertain our vast minds to the fullest
Books are in my opinion the coolest!

Books describe people of the past
Books are abundant at home and in class

Books bring home dragons and ghouls
Books aren’t apart of uneducated fools

Books represent a means to an end
Books are there when you haven’t a friend 

Books are hard and soft sometimes
Books are in brail to educate the blind

Books will be here and with me forever
Books without you doesn’t bring us together


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Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


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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


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Holiday Gift

The greatest gift I ever got, came with a year that definitely was not.
Health costs and a scam had emptied everyone’s pot.
The tree was bare with nothing to hand out…
And my son had to work thru the Christmas Holliday, we all sought.

We wished him home but he had to work if he was to eat.
And for several years he had not wanted, with us to be.
But this year had taught him we were better than he had perceived.
And he wanted to come home to hold and be hugged, you see.

At the last moment he got the Christmas Day off.
Our gift to him was the price of gas and food on the four-hour trip back.
But his gift to us… you see was the greatest of all…
For he wanted to come home and simply be with us all.

Twenty-four hours minus 8 hours on the trip.
Dinner wasn’t much but it was all we could give.
But no one noticed as everyone talked…
It truly was the greatest holiday present of them all… that we ever got.

Thank you God... your gift to us wasn't lost.


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for Gary Moore

for gary moore...

...ain't nothing but the blues

talkin' sweltering licks

screaming through flaming hues

reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul

of devilish chords on those walkways of paris

strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll

so though your time here and now may be up 

and though your moments here and now may be through

forgive me for borrowing your words again

cos' we still got the blues for you...


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Rest

Don't worry, don't worry;
Give yourself rest.
Release fear and struggles,
And He'll take care of the rest.


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In The Future Looking Back

In the future looking back,
You'll be happy to see
How far you've come
And where you are today,
So make the most of this now.


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The Smell of Exile

we grew up at Home
with a warrior thrust tuning 
our souls to sounds of crickets
to rhythms of the soil
to smells of the rivers
knowing large dreams of moonlight joy
 
we grew up there in an ever rebounding 
spirit learning songs of seasons
that dressed our umbilical cords
for the harvest of our dreams—
they were songs fathers sang in the cycle
many rainless seasons ago
 
many harvest seasons ago we danced away
from loving arms of Home onto the snow sea
opening widely our limbs to invisible lines
that etched new profiteering truths 
into our being into our minds into our hearts
 
when we heard father died this morning
away from Home we were featherless eagles 
looking for remnants of our nest among anthills
at a traffic light fragmented by hideous sores
we lost the burial songs made golden by the Sun
and made the Dead sleep like babes at Home
 
it was here we remembered
the splash of Colors, the smell of Exile
the poverty of dispossession which soaked our souls
froze memories of green Hills of Home
and made us grow resentful to dreams of moonlight joy
 
we looked into the skies and remembered 
when Locusts burst dams and the deep cuts 
of Holy Water drowned the glutton voices of our fathers
our blood drank the pus from our wounds 
buried deep by the locusts beneath the skin
 
we lost our dreams of a harvest
to the splash of colors
we drowned the songs of our fathers
in the roar of the holy water
 
today there are many seas to cross
with deadly triangular calm 
they’ll congeal stubborn death breaths 
while father’s spirit scream at our tenacious fate
 
it is only a season ago since we left, yet
we no longer possess the sounds of the crickets
we no longer dance to the rhythms of the soil
what we have is the pus from the wounds
buried deep by the locusts beneath our skin


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Balancing Love Throughout

Rising up in the morning saying to me “I love you.”
Going in and fixing her coffee, saying her prayers too.
She sits and smiles just for me.
Her quiet time is now waking to the news of the day on TV.

After a while about 45 minutes or so, she begins her day.
Asking if I want breakfast loving in her actions in every way.
She pitters and cleans after the meal.
Never ever complaining, oh’ the loves she makes me feel.

Cleaning the home, cleaning others, as she is a home care provider.
Her career she loves, aiding the elderly and the infirm in our small desert area.
Loving caring for others she has the light of love for others in her eyes.
How she balances home and her job is amazing never saying she’s tired, it truly mystifies.

The lady has God given strength, is faithful to me and the Lord all the day through.
Out of love for others God gives her a light in her eyes all for others and me too.
Hopefully my brethren you have the love that I have in your life.
I surely have my blessings and have mine, my best friend, my love and my spiritual wife.


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Living the Dream

I am living the dream.
I stand here today,
Cannot believe what I am about to say,
But I am living the dream.
At times, it's tough
And it is not always easy.
I might be condemned
For choosing this path in life;
Some may think it's too bag of a risk.
When we give it our all,
Our passion and our might,
We can overcome and forget the fear
To become who we are meant to be.
I stand here today,
Another tear ready to wipe away:
You can do all you aspire to do!
Set your mind and never give up!
If I can do it,
You can too!
I can't believe I'm about to say this,
But I am living my dreams.
I am living the dream.


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The Cure


Funny, every thing seems so distance.
When I walked toward the entrance.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
My mind going dizzy.
I feel so slow and so busy.
Talking makes it better so I did that all day.
Cooking the same way.
I felt so strained fully of different ideas, I think it's okay.
My body is not working it does not want to obey.
Shaking all over my body seems stressed.
I believe it needs to be addressed.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
My mouth seems dry.
I feel like I could cry.
The feeling of loneliness is making me ache.
Cooking again, so, it will be a cake.
I have been away so many years.
Doing things that I wanted, but it comes to this I have so much tears.
The fond memories of laughter.
Comes long ago, past tense, after.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
A walk that quickly disappeared.
A dream that suddenly just appeared.
I long last saw the light.
It just was burning with such delight.
A awakening that was lost years ago.
It really was a reminder so.
I raised my arms with gladness.
With beautiful sadness.
Just what is happening here?
Nothing seems as it is, not even clear.
The door opens with loud noise I hear.
The smell of coffee and laughter in my ear.
Walking through the door a passage way of time.
A free feeling that never felt so sublime.
Love and fear all at once just sunders me to smile.
The time I spent with my family felt that I could stay a while.
The feeling of love and hope is so pure.
This time with family is I think the cure.


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Carter Claus

*recite to Night Before Christmas

Who was this white haired Claus 
with buck-rabbit teeth? 
Carrying a ton of peanuts 
for everyone to eat.

Dragged in a sleigh 
pulled by Agnew and Nixon, 
who ran right beside 
old Donnar and Blitzen? 

He circled Camp David, 
A fast fly by; 
with lox and bagels 
for Jewish guys. 

A carpenters’ pencil 
was poised by his ear, 
and boxes of nails dangled, 
from the gear in the rear. 

Why! It's Jolly Ole Carter Claus 
draped in menorahs. 
Handing out home plans to 
the Arab before us. 

Visions of world peace 
danced in his head; 
as, he flew to Afghanistan
‘Fore noggin hit bed. 

When down from the sky 
in the form of deer dung, 
fell fruit tree seeds 
to be sown in the sun. 

And, as Carter Claus’ whip
cracked O’er Nixon's ear, 
as Agnew blanched, 
his eyes filling with tears. 

Droplets hit sand with 
a plop and a splatter 
’pon the fruit tree seeds with 
nary a clatter. 

The desert grew green. 
Trees sprouted and grew. 
Hearts filled with wonder 
bellies with stew. 

Homes were rebuilt, 
as before the fall. 
Cook fires were lit. 
Children grew tall. 

And Ole Carter Claus 
flew home in a daze, 
passing out sandwiches 
that Roslyn had made.


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A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


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Working she thought I be

so there I was 
fishin just because
working I told her I be

she didn't know my where abouts
or me in's and me outs
bet her I'm home by 2 or 3

trolling a long
scratchin my ding dong
happy as could be

so there I was
don't know why it do's what it does
It was a sound so eerie

then there was a pop
the outboard came to a stop
stranded there I be

so I ate a moon pie in style
drank RC cola awhile
and stared at the sea

then I knew it wasn't the end 
but there came a little wind
and capsized I be

so there I was all alone
and was scared to the bone
all around me was sea 

before me flashed my life
and my beautiful wife
a widdow, she will be

I knew I wouldn't fail her
I'm the son of a sailer
tuffer than nails I be

so without my boat
I did the dead mans float
and swam, when I, had energy

oh how I wished
I didn't get jellyfished
stinging, all over, me

"god I can't tell you where to begin"
"promise I won't do it again!"
"fishing, she'll know I be"

"so if I had another chance"
"I just pooped in my pants!"
"I won't, let you, down you see"

"so forgive for my sin"
"and I'll say amen"
"I sure, hope, you hear me"

I almost gave up
but I kept my chip up
it just wasn't meant to be 

so with all that I am
I kicked hard, paddled, and swam
then a shrimp boat I see

then with god I made a bet
when it passed by I'd grab the net
thankfully saved I be

well I was no longer alone
and on my way home 
hero's they were to me

and though I was wet
my wife lost the bet
made it home by a quater to three.....
..............am

By Captain Mike


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Turn Back Around

~Turn Back Around~

Sad eyes looking up at us
How can we ignore them?
Walking away like they don’t mean a thing
Like the ones who already hurt them
They are crying out for someone to notice them
Love them
Take care of them
Lonely children of the world 
Being walked away from
Isn’t it about time we 

~Turn Back Around~

The child who had to runaway just to get away
From the beatings
The nightly visits from a stranger in their bed
The drunken rages 
The Terror they were raised in
A parent who molests them
Innocence taken
Yet we don’t even hear them
As they cry out for help
It is time to 
~Turn Back Around~

Give them a chance
Listen to what they have to say
A home to call their own
Safe from the abuse
Safe from the terror
A home filled with love
A place to grow
In comfort rather than fear
Off of the streets
Away from the danger
That is what they are wanting
All we have to do is

~Turn Back Around~

Quit ignoring those 
Sad eyes looking up at us
Do what is right and 

~Turn Back Around~

By: Jean Bonella 


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Super girl

Super girl

She got a big bright smile
She has beautiful eyes
She’s always honest
She never tell any lies

She spread her joy 
All over this world 
She’s gentle like a flower
But strong like super girl

She chase away the gray
And bring out the blue skies
She loves nature 
She plays with butter flies


She changes my life
With a blink of her eyes
But she doesn’t know 
She’s super girl in disguise

And when I lost my poet’s pen 
She brings back my desire 
 Tells me names of poems to write
To restart my creative fire

She cares about the homeless 
And the unfortunate
She wonders if they are hungry
Every time she picks up her plate

I look at her so peacefully 
She is a mystery to behold
How can she be so gentle?
But strong like super girl

The kindness of her heart 
Can move mountains
And passions in her soul 
Can spring water fountains

She never passes anyone in distress
She will always stop
Sometimes give away her coat 
And walk home in just a fine top

Then she comes home 
I look at her and smile
Give her some coconut ice cream 
And we watch TV for while

Then said you are super girl
Your eyes are green as kryptonite
She says every woman is a super girl
in this worlds tonight 


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Poolside

Burning, white heat coursing across flesh
		A honky no longer
Leafy flecks marbling skin like wire mesh
		Relax and grow stronger

Silence attacked by Dolly Parton’s CDs
		A boiling furnace
Darts competitions bring you to your knees
		The sun only burns us

The water is contrastingly icicle cool
		At night the sunshine abates
Trapped voluntarily here by the pool
		Package holidays are great!


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Holocene

There are times in your life 
when you walk toward the light
by moving out of dark like any mystic


and before the light has gone
it will brand you with a song
a mark that say's your home is globalistic


and again before too long 
your works will soon belong
to the centre of the holocene ballistic


now, the cosmos is the carpet of our soul
the galaxy, the whole of me
the milky way the holocene
the gas that tore abundance from 
the plume of natures pelt


and before the light has gone
it will brand you with a song
a mark that say's your home is globalistic


there are times in your life 
when you walk toward the light
by moving out of dark like any mystic.

©S.Watts









(c)s.watts


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Take Me Home

Take me home, 
But it will be okay.
What if we can be a role model for someone else?
Then I'll stay.


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I Am Going Home

I’m looking for my home That’s where I wanna be It’s not a place that I own Nor that I can even see Home is where I’ve never been But I know that it’s there Something tells me from within It’s not a place around here In any house that I may live It’s never really home for me Just a storage room and a bed And a place for my company I’m getting closer to my home I can feel it in every day I guess I should’ve known This life vacation wouldn’t stay When I finally get home My days will be filled with time From the past my thoughts have grown Deep within my mind At home there will be peace And never will I need For the wanting will soon cease Without a thought of greed Yes, I’m going home I know the time is here Should I have to go alone I will certainly find myself there! Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Taking Out The Trash

       Taking Out The Trash

In no particular order;
Rapists, pedophiles, congress men and vermin
I've taken out some trash in my youth
Two floozies, ex-wife and ex two

We’re not quite through with refuse
Take out a murderer or two for good measure
Along with the devil and demons
Exorcise first, bag, then throw to the curb

As we continue taking waste matter 
Why not consider dictators, alligators and brats
But leave the cute puppies alone
They mean you no harm

Remember to take out dependence and lecherous ones
With your stinky taxes and filing fees to the street
They’ll never return on their own
Unless you’re at home and it’s free


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Walking Away

I sometimes shed a tear and a secret smile every time I see your face
then grin like a naughty child full of innocence and grace
my memory is growing old but is filled with thoughts of you
of our first kiss our first home and when we said I do
I releived your in a better place with your new home and family
to see you smile now from a distance is an image that ill keep
keep locked so deep in my heart that it will never fade away
and ill turn my world around that will be my fate

now im walking away 
not stop till tomorrow
walking away from me myself and I

I tried to block out thought of you so I didnt loose my mind
or reliving the past each and every day from 6 till half past nine
all id do is look out the window and roll the stars and the moon
into playdough in my hand
then finaly I would fall down into a pit that was my time
where nobody could hear me scream or even hear me cry

walking away 
for a new tomorrow
walking away from me myself and I


so its with a new day that I breath
to open up a new world with my heart no longer on my sleave
to live for the day is human not to dwell upon the past
to wish now for the future  not to wish this day was my last

it s been a whole year now since I went away to try and stop my dreams
from overcoming my emotions and making my heart bleed
now as i lye upon the beech in spain I just offer you a prayer
that you dont end up like me in a land of pain and dispair

walking away 
for a new tomorrow
walking away from me myself and I
walking away 
for a new tomorrow
walking away from me myself and I


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come home my child

Come home my child
for my Love for you I can not hide
Come home my child 
for to you my arms are open wide
I am sorry if somehow we have not been able to stay in touch
but you can be assured that I Love you very very much
Come home my child
you are the apple of my eye
you mean everything to me
and that's the way it will always be
Come home my child
I'll welcome you no matter what you say or do
come home my child 
my Love will always be here for you 
I understand if you need to take a little more time
for in my heart you'll always be mine.

How much parents dote on their children and Love them so much, We are all Gods' children 
and he Loves' us more than anything, he waits for us to return home just like any Loving 
parent does, he waits with his arms open wide, his door will never be closed when you knock 
he will answer, to all Gods' Lost children everywhere he truly Loves you and he will always 
care, Just call on him and he will be there.  God bless you all from Diane.


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I Imagine Heaven

I imagine what heaven will be like.
I imagine skies so blue,
Glistening like diamonds set in the sky.
The sun shining so brightly,
Offering its warmth to me.
I imagine lush green meadows,
Whispering to me:
“Come, lay down, and rest awhile”
The trees, so large and so full of color,
Some offering luscious fruits,
I can see the flowers with all their hues,
Like precious jewels scattered everywhere.
Bursting with colors like an artistic canvas.
And their fragrance, overwhelms my senses,
Fills the air with their heavenly aroma.
Oh, I cannot leave out those beautiful animals.
They are so gentle, so marvelous.
I can lay with them and feed them.
I call to them and they come to play.
I imagine the waters,
Clear as crystals, fresh and sweet.
I imagine the streets will be of gold,
For my Father only gives the best.
What about the people?
I imagine Adam and Eve,
Noah and Jonah, and so many more,
Along with loved ones and dear ones,
At my home designed by my Father,
Sharing food, fun, love and laughter.
Most of all;
I imagine my Father and I,
Walking together in the garden.
His gentle face looks at me,
He holds my hand,
He gently speaks to me.
We sing songs together and laugh together.
My family comes to join us.
Wow, how very blessed I am.
Oh, how I imagine what heaven will be like.
He’s at the gate,
His angels surround Him,
His arms open wide,
He tells me,
Welcome home my Child.


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Old Sof'town

Old Sof'town*

1.

In old Sof'town,
the jazz struck chords,

the jazz lived, it exploded,
out of the cramped homes,
rolling along the streets,
of old Kofifi,

in tune to countless blazing heartbeats.

In old Sof'town,
Bra' Hugh breathed music, Sis' Dolly too,
and Bra' Wally penned poems that still ring true.

In old Sof'town,
Father Trevor preached
equality and justice,
for all, black and white and brown,

and all shades, every hue,
even as oppression battered the people,
black & blue.

In old Sof'town,
the fires of resistance raged,

'we will not move' was the refrain,

even as the fascists tore down Sof'town,
with volleys of leaden rain.

In old Sof'town,
the people were herded,
like cattle,
sent to Meadowlands,
far away and cold and bleak,
as the seeds of resistance,
sprouted and flourished,
for the coming battle.

In old Sof'town,
the bulldozers razed homes,
splitting the flesh of a community apart,
only to raise a monument of shame,
and 'Triomf' was its ghastly name.

2.

In Jozi today,
we remember those days,
and those nights of pain,
that stung our souls.
like bleak winter rain.

Yes, we remember old Sof'town,
as we struggle onward,
to reclaim our deepest heritage,
and build anew,
a country of all hues and shades,
of black and of white and of brown.

And yes, we will always remember,

and yes, we will never forget,

the price that was paid,
by the valiant sons and daughters,
of old Sof'town,

those vibrant African shades and hues,

of black,
of white,
of brown.


* Sophiatown in Johannesburg, South Africa, was also called Sof'town and Kofifi.



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The Calling

And you oh Father judge of all mens hearts
have examined the core of our secret parts
for each mans conscience knows what is True
and has his choice of what he listens to

Those whose works are harmful have aversion to the Light
for they wish all deeds to be hidden away from sight
Oh Father the hearts the Son of Man could see
how is it possible the gift be given we

Those whom the Father loves with them he shares his mind
for those who want the Truth the shining Path will find
for he can see your thoughts and your hearts intent
those who want the Truth and how your thoughts are spent

All the things of man are preserved in your Book
the Lamb of God will unseal and within will look
all those doing righteousness will into kingdom come
the workers of whats harmful and the liars be undone

From the abundance of the heart does each one speak
and how you judge another in oneself will complete
my spirit my God is molded by your hand
I listen to your discipline and your reprimand

Oh beloved children you are close to his heart
sought he has your redemption from the very start
the wayward sons left their home and into Egypt ran
spent their inheritance on things that will not stand

God freely offers Life within his heart and home
with a Loving family on need never be alone
come break bread together fellowship do share
let Gods loving kindness give your heart repair

Return to your Fathers house and his grand estate
with open arms he'll take you home and repatriate
precious to the Father is every child born
why live in rebellion and loss of Love do mourn

As the Word of God foretold
this dispensations end behold
the age of Gods Kingdom to unfold
spoken by the ancients in days of old

Those who know the Truth watch in great delight
God will collect together those precious in his sight
come you who are laden heavy give to him your pain
embraced within his loving arms be free to Love again

sources IICor 2:16 Hebrews 3:1-6 Phil.2:6-8
Ephesians 2:19 IIPeter 1:10 Isaiah 54:5

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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A CALL FROM DAD

My child the time is growing short.
We really need to talk.
There are things that you don't understand,
So you rave and rant and balk.

You want to captain your own ship,
Won't kneal before a Master,
Because many who have lived by faith,
Have met with some disaster;

But all men serve a god, My Child,
Be he low or noble born;
But it seems the more a man is blessed,
The more he tends to scorn,

All that's good and right in life,
And all that makes good sense;
But for showing such distain,
There must be recompense.

The sheep who stay within the fold,
Are fed, protected, sheltered;
But those who shun the Shepherd's care,
Are food for wolves and buzzards.

Come home to Me while there's still time,
I'll open wide the door.
Come home while I still reach for you,
Be strange to Me no more.

                                         Judy Ball

This body ages, withers and dies.
The spirit lives on.


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SSRI's and I

SSRI's and I ...


... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,

worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,

dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.


I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,

crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...







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Sweet Angel

Oh, my sweet angel
an angel on earth
how I mourn your pain
your heart lost it's berth
are there any remains?
that I could bear the burden
which carries your pain
I would do so right now
without any refrain
I can feel your heartbeat
so closely to mine
we were once together
before there was time
it was from the water
that we were both bourne
and on water we travel
from where we were torn
sprung forth from the oneness
asail on the sea
we chart out a new course
to find unity
I have fleeting memories
of home that was lost
we all have one true name
and we all bear the cost
of paradise broken
though all of us different
we  all were the same
that is why I can feel you
down deep in my heart
we are always together
though we're far apart
it has been from the beginning
and right from the start
so give me your burdens
let me soothe your pain
for with my own troubles
you have done the same
it is time to home now
for there's no one to blame


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Passionate

I would not have desired any thing less
Than to hear your sweet voice
Each day I wake up with an expectation
A hope and a continuous desire
To feel your warmth and smell your scent

You have not failed for once
Whenever I desired you, you have always been there
In the midnights when the cold is freezing
I can only turn around the bed
And wished you were there
Then I will feel your arms around me
And the cold is gone

In the loneliness of the mind
When I desire someone to speak to
And no one cares to know how I feel
You have always come at the right time
With the right words you soothe my nerves

Your ever presence is my desire
I wish we stay together all day
And that you don’t leave when the sun sets
You don’t have any other home than this
Come and make your home in my place forever
I love you really.



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Little Pearls

Little pearls of wisdom
that flow from my pen.

They do pluck a nerve
or hit home now and then.

All are ment to be truths
we understand and know.

A lesson encapsulated in humor
and clever words for show.

If one of my pearls you do see
and it flips a switch
like the thought did for me.

Then praise be to God
for I have hit a home run.

I have delivered a lesson
with a mere dose of fun.


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On Crimson Petals

on crimson drenched petals

and scarlet folds

dew

like tears, like blood

clings to the delicate flower

withering in the breeze

like tears, like blood

falling, dripping

from eyes wounded at having seen too much

from a mind numbed into a solitary prison as such

like blood, like tears

flowing freely with nothing to hide

except the ache that lies coiled up tight inside

tears and blood

drowning the soul

in a torrential flood

of pain, of torn thoughts, of wasted moments entire

like tears, like blood

drowning, smothering

the will

and quelling all desire

like bloodied tears

trickling down

clipping at the being

with emotion-less shears

consuming the soul with countless fears

of today, and tomorrow, and the passing of the years

as the dew clings to the delicate petals, and intricate folds

of the crimson flower

drenched in scarlet, bloodied tears

knowing not what the future holds...


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Heat

Heat
It is hot! The air above me suffocates, lacking breeze.
This July eve, the heat affects me most.
Tomorrow, I will end one affiliation and begin anew.
The future causes my brow to arch, the heat adding to my discomfort.

This house, my home is large and strong, but may not survive the coming storm.
All before me, I must be willing to cede as a consequence of this nights decisions.
I feel the heat began to crescendo into a fire storm. 

I envision myself appearing at the very gates of Hell.
I finish my dress and put on my coat realizing, soon, this will be my home no longer.
I will be branded a traitor in my native country, a patriot in my new. 

As I sit in the Congress, I am alone if not for Jefferson and my Congressional Secretary. The 
document prepared by Jefferson beckons my signature. I am overcome with emotion as I, 
John Hancock, President of the Congress, slowly, in large bold script, sign The Declaration of 
Independence. 

As I return to my home, I realize this heat will not go away for a long time.
I return to say goodbye.


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Another Saints gone home

We just got the news today
she will soon be going away
the doctors done all that they can do
but it's not over for her
she's just going home
she's faught her fight 
Her battles now are through

another saints gone home Hallelujah
another child of God reaches Her heavenly home
another saints gone home Hallelujah
Praise the Lord 
for now at last her victory is won

When the time has come for me to go away
I want my friends and family to see
that its not time to mourn
but to celebrate 
this life I've lived
 I pray they all may sing

another saints gone on hallelujah
another child of God reaches the Heavenly gates
another saints gone home hallelujah
Praise the Lord
Some day we'll see her in the heavely home.

By Treasa Jarvis 
Dedicated to the memory of my grandmother Beulah Campbell who was a great 
inspiration to me..


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Pressing On

She watched the mountain intently
Like a bird who’s nestling of dwelling, complains
Yet, neither will move --
Reality blooms;
A surge of genius
Strikes the hollowed core ~
Worrisome thoughts she shan’t abide…

A mother’s love still strives,
Strong willed fledgling must now -- fly
Search to build, its -- own nest
-- Mother bird soars above the mountain -- mind at rest 






Comments:
An elder once said teach them well in the ways they must go… Like a hawk one must keep a 
watchful eye for they are still your prizes; you never know when they may come home to 
roost again... Or at least visit…
However, if they can't respect the home then its time 
For them to fly on their own...


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Boat of Horror

I hear the moans and cries of my neighbor next to me
Tied down on this boat of death
Where are we going?
Taken against our will
Towards a place of unspeakable cruelty
Our families, our homes, our lives
Taken away from us
Why?

Lie in filth and sicknesses
Tied in chains in the bottom of a boat
Little food, rats, feces, and filth 
Slaves to these people 

We sing our hymns
Quietly at first
Then it passes along to
Our brothers down the rows
And suddenly we are all one
From many different tribes
We are all brothers 
In our singing
Until they tell us to 
“Shut up”
The ones who don’t 
Are punished
They take away all that we have
Even the one thing we all have in common
Our hymns
Why?
Why do we endure such torture
For doing nothing?

They call us savages
These people with light skin
Who are they to bind us Innocent
Take the babies away from the mothers

And will we ever see our families
Again?
No, no they say no
They say we are their property now
We are human too
We are human too!
And they call us savage 
Who beat the women and children 
For not working hard enough 
In the sweltering heat
But who is savage?

They say we are stupid and
Do not allow us to learn
But we do anyway

They take our names
And give us new names
They take our religion and
Give us a new one
But we still worship 
Our way

We yearn for our home 
And our children’s children
Will do the same
But we pray
That one day they can
Go home again
Or at least be
Able to stand on both our feet


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Spinning in Head


Spin with your full ornaments,
Spin in my head.
Your hands were stuck in bindweed, 
Doors and the sun which melts
In monotony where shade dies
In shrine of the cold 

Growl at the peak of silence,
Hurry up your movements,
As in your deep breath, 
The fire shelters, the secrets
And the poems are burning in my chest.

Don't pour your perfume
While you are crossing
In the absences hole 

I see you trembling as
The willow shaken by the wind,
I see you filled with oppression,
Cracking as river, dying in longing
While looking for paths 

I see you looking back, whirls
As the wind wolves gathered
In the darkness of death's net 

Where is the deer O ‘Laila’ 
Where is the land?!

Written by © Fatima Nusairat


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ONE CHAIN

I AM

One chain
 
away
 
from the day
 
when everything was so black
 
and grey   
 
 
 
One chain
 
away
 
from when I actually care
 
about anything you have to say
 
 
 
One chain
 
away
 
from home sweet home
 
and home sweet home to stay
 
 
 

One chain 
 
away
 
from getting down on my knees
 
to say thank you, God, and pray
 
 
 
 
One chain 
 
away 
 
from convincing myself
 
that I'm gonna make it
 
and be ok
 
 
 
One chain 
 
away
 
from feeling hopeless
 
each and everyday
 
 
 
One chain 
 
away
 
from being on my back
 
abused
 
confused
 
and under attack
 
when everything was so grey
 
and black
 
  
One chain
 
away
  
from coming out of the black and grey
 
into the light where I can finally see
 
 

One chain
 
away


  from breaking loose 
 
and running free

from leaving you
 
and loving me


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HOME

There's a road I know
And it's takin me home
It's a long windey road
But no matter how long it takes I'm goin home
Yeah, I'm goin home

My home where ever it be
Weather here, or afar
My home is with you 
it's a shinin, shinin star
Yeah it's a shinin star

I've got my black boots on
As I'm, singin my song
Singin my song for you
I'm goin on my way, headin down that highway
Back to our fathers arms, yeah

As I'm lookin through those clouds
And I see all of those frowns
I promise you, my love will shine through
let my spirit guide you too, so turn those frowns upside down,
I'm smlin now, Yeah I'm smilin now

Please be sure that you know
That I'm FOREVER, ALWAYS in your heart
In your dreams day after day because
Because I LOVE YOU!!!


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Damaged (part 2)

One particular guy took advantage,
Of my dad choosing him to be with exclusively.
He ended up being with me in private and in public, 
With this chick who resembled a beast,
Who did not resemble in any way of her hometown symbol.
Her appearance made a mockery of a Ruston peach
He had the nerve to call me a “b”,
In front of her and called the authorities
Only after a few days of visiting me at my home,
And getting busy with me.
My home and love life should be described as this:
Complete tragedy.

The list goes on of the men who did me wrong,
But it all links to how I was treated at home.
Like a puppet, walked over, talked badly to constantly
Always being told that I would let men get the best of me,
Always being told if I wanted to do certain things,
 That I would be another word for a garden tool.
Often I was called an educated fool.
Being held on to by someone who meant me no good
Was not helpful to me at all.
Often I wish that I had no dad,
Because he is the worst man that I ever had.


My home life was simply disadvantaged.
It was bad enough that we were poor.
Women don’t worry about a man:
Only focus on God’s plan
For you.
The real Father on whom I depend,
Your life he will manage.
Don’t settle for earthly men and even your father
Look to God for your inheritance.
So you won’t be damaged.


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America

“America the beautiful, the home of our brave.”
Liberty is what our neighboring allies long for and crave.

“The world will little not, nor long remember” what was once said.
“This nation under God, shall have a new birth of freedom.” echo in our heads.

“All men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain 
unalienable Rights”
 “ Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” is the precise innocence and purity 
our nation admirably honors and  fights.

“The people, for the people, by the people will not perish from this earth.”
Together, we ascend from the chaos and rejoice our nations rebirth.

Valor and hardiness together; as one nation, “United we stand.”
Perseverance and justice; superbly havens our homeland.

U.S. troops protect and shield us for what is truthfully right.
Our flag proudly salutes our nation, all day and all night.

America “O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave
“This be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave”
   









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EVERLASTING LOVE

EVERLASTING LOVE

The revelation of God to us in His word is that He is love
Best displayed in the gift of His Son given to us from above
He was sent by the Father to be the sacrifice for our sin
By the shedding His blood He purchased our pardon.

The debt had been paid God’s wrath was appeased
He was raised from the dead the Father was pleased
By grace through faith we are forgiven and born again
By the power of the Holy Spirit we are made alive in Him.

The veil was torn from the top Christ had opened the way
Come boldly my child is what we hear the Father say
He proves Himself faithful with new mercies every morning
He fills our hearts with His love causing us to go on rejoicing.

Nothing can separate us from God’s love in Christ Jesus our Lord
Stop listening to Satan’s lies and believe the truth in His word
We are more than conquerors because of His love and His grace
Filled with His Spirit we are empowered to run and finish the race.

One day we will see Him face to face all because of His love
Finally at rest in our eternal home that heavenly city above
Led all the way by His Spirit He guided us home to glory
Conformed into His image our lives became His story.



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A Prayer For Your Safe Return

Lord I love Rodney.
I love him infinitely.
Please bring him back home to me.
He don’t need to run the streets.
Bring him home safely,
To his loving wifey.
I will welcome him gladly.
Please shower your spirit,
On him daily.
Let him know, 
That we both love him insanely.
Keep that ignorant girl,
Away from his sight.
Open his heart,
To love us with all his might.
Let him know that it’s not your way,
To run away from a call
That you place on his life
From birth.
His life has so much worth.
I really genuinely love Rodney.
Please, Lord, bring him home to me.
He don’t need to run the streets.
Bring him home safely,
To his loving wifey.
So that his life, 
Will give you the glory.
And that you will bless 
Him, me, and our family.
As he shares with the  world, 
His life story.










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Hurricane Bret

Come take all away
this home of my toil
rip it all down
leave only the soil

At 10pm Saturday
you showed me the way
to discard this life
to force a new day

I urge on the winds
jumping with glee
knowing before Bret
I’ve no choice but flee

The years here my pride
my family calls home
but also my exile
from the life I’ve been shown

So bring on the hurricane
center eye on this realm
command my decisions
force me to helm

I go now and rest
to prepare the new day
my dreams will sustain
this storm lights my way

The nimbus finally rise
over my home on this beach
8 months I’ve been waiting
straining the leash

My shield is now strong
I can vanquish all foes
destroy this forced exile
clear away her past woes

The shoreline I’ve written of
will now finally wash way
portending the promise
dawning new day


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Reckoning

I the wee hours of the morning,
I sit, stare, and listen.
And I am here, right here on the earth.
Yet even and exceptionally in this moment, I realize that there is another home for 
we, 
Way up in the stars,
Way up beyond the strato, meso, ionosphere,
And I realize for the first and last time,
I realize in the wonderful synthesis of simultaneous reckoning,
That I am home and God is Good.


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~ Wander Back Home ~

With great joy in my heart today, I 
wander back home to Him, to see 
for myself the beauty in measure 
one contained therein within the 
heart so full yes full, so full of the 
grace that I adore, as all the while 
He has brought within me this one 
emotion, and with my better intentions 
and in all my, tenderness, I can say, 
never again will I begin to be the one 
so fickle, as to take even a tiny gander 
beyond the humbleness of my abode, 
for to know me now, you would see 
me in this my one affection, for His love 
in some great measure in way has kept 
me, for through His goodness I have 
grown, as I have given over the hold I 
had, the very knack to be recluse and 
rebel from Him in His, good nature, and 
I can see now that my home was to be 
with Him, and as well, one of my greatest 
favors, for as within His grace, He beheld 
me in His fervor even beyond the day 
that I walked away, and so now today, 
back to Him, I wander home, for there 
is no better time than now, yes, my friend, 
their is no better time than now, so this 
shame He can take away from me, and 
make me one a man alive, and living free, 
and whole again, I wander back home to 
Him, to Him and His gracious way of 
mercy and forgiveness it is with great
joy that today to stay with Him, and 
His Perfect ways, of Grace, I wander back, 
home.


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The Happy Place

Mornings delight is present with the laughter of so many little children.
My street is filled with pitter-pattering little feet that are out and about.
Each home impressively stands tall with a very valid gift on this street! 
Each home esteemed by many splendorous seeds yielding viable sprouts!

Laughter and joy fills up in my air allowing the child in me to cheer again.
Little hearts pound with excitement from all that is complete and genuine.
These streets are always stirring up in sounds of my own pure innocence.
Many of my screams are carried out through many of their tiny shouts.
Their little lives engage with my own will to thrive alive on this street.
Not one shimmering smile is shaded by a stunting glimpse of doubt.

This is The Happy Place and exact with what my eyes can clearly see.
It is my place of comfort that carries me back to where I've already been!
The Happy Place holds the master key to my life of many, many things!
My warmest images are portrayed by the innocence of a child's smile.
The Happy Place holds my essence in presence of many, many memories.
The face of my own authenticity identified is what this child's smile brings.
The Happy Place is a true gift in this world freely given by a precious child.
A genuine smile dignifies my world restoring my truth purified by my honesty!

® Registered:  2009   Ann Rich


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See the light

     See the light

The world switched off their light
at night and began to sleep
The moon wake up at night
and switched on its light to whole universe
It's alert light for us to
protect ourselves from thieves
i don't want light while sleeping
But the world gives us neither
good nor bad, we tends to receive that.

If i am child, i like to say this
"oh! moon. i want to move you
near our home by my hand.
Lit a light for our home only
i stand above you and seeing
the world with a great merry
i wanna color you as blue..
No..Orange...No..all colors
Like a rainbow. wonderful at night

Darkness seems at night
and in your eyes
you see a light 
when you open your eyes
sleep your thoughts, make a dream
sleep your body, just relax
sleep you mind, that is sleep, dream ,relax
sleep your eyes, thief at your home

You see a light
when you open your eyes....
                                   
                        U.s.AurroBindhan


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A MOUNTAIN CALLED HOME

The Kings ,met 
For a home to call 
Must be built, 
before nightfall 

The King of Earth 
with the King of Flame, 
set to work 
For the journey was long 
For a home to be built 
In the mountain 
In which they did belong 

The Faeries flew on ahead 
Through forests 
Over streams 
Rising higher 
Onwards they sped 

You do not choose a mountain 
A mountain, chooses you 
So it was... 
As the faeries found 
The mountain... 
Gave its' ground 

Heartstone Eagles, 
called with glee 
Circling high 
The air, so sweet 
From a mountain, 
that gave so willingly, you see 

The Earthen King shaped the rock, 
in to halls, rooms and stairs 
Turrets and spires 
Creating something new 
The castle... 
Grew and grew 

The King of Flame, 
touched the stones 
Changing the colour 
Drawing out the precious metal 
Locked within 
Mountain rock now gleamed 

A shimmering jewel 
Amongst the deep green forests 
From a mountain 
That gave everything 

A secret path was made 
From the golden sand 
Up through forest glade 
To a castle, so grand 

The Princess of Magic 
Cast a spell 
To hide the secret path 
Only to be revealed to those who uttered the words.. 
The Wise Ways 

The ships were unloaded 
The treasures taken up 
Such precious things, 
once under spell, lock and key 
Could now be displayed for all to see 

Wooden ships, empty and forlorn 
Lay quietly in the bay 
The island hidden from all 
The ships were released , to roam 
An ocean, so blue 
This was their new home 


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The Vase

When just a child so young
I saw it in your home
The very beautiful vase
That sat on a shelf alone

A vase of glass cut so fine
It held a single rose divine
Admiring it from afar
At home we only had a jar

Our furnishing were simple
In our home there was no plan
It was not designed by a master
We did the best that we could demand

How could I ever imagine
A vase just so refine
You would put in my trousseau
So I could have a rose divine


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Bloom On

   Someone said,"You can't go home again."
but would you really want to?
to waste your time in wishing is a sin.
Maybe God has a better plan for you.

  So just bloom where you're planted,
and leave the rest to Him,
then don't worry when you hear...........
"You can't go home again".

by Vernette Hutcherson and Johnette Loefgren
(she taught me everything I know)


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Yes, Autumn,... That So Sweet Time Of Year!!

Raking the leaves high, than jumping in.  Every now and then, disgusted when
you learn a dog beat you to it.  Scary, hunched back cats, jangling skeletons,
Bobbing for apples, Rosy cheeks on your friends.  Cupcakes in the classroom.
And, oh, that lovely moon!!  Days gone by when you were permitted to burn the 
leaves.  Making use of the lack ot leaves to climb high into the sturdy elm trees.
Candy!!  Candy corn, lollipops, pennies and nickels, running home with your 
precious loot...oh, my.  Most everyone with a new fall jacket...pencils, erasers,
rulers, and all those intimidating school suppies, covering text books with brown
paper supermarket bags.  Darkness coming earlier... that marvelous feeling
when you jump in your bed, and it is so cold, until your body heat warms it up.
Scary movies on TV. A time when families actually ate together at the dinner
table.  When sleep was never more than five minutes away, once in bed.
When the truthes and mythes about our country went uncontested.  Smiles at
the table, oh, rats, the homework!!  Didn't we do enough in school?  Walking 
home with books and friends.  A time of innocence, a time of happiness.  Oh how
sad today's children live in such a relatively drab world, or do they see it that  way?
But, oh that huge, shiny moon epitimizes it the best.  Go there? "Iz U Kra-Z?
When Superman and the Mickey Mouse Club were there to enertain you.  And all 
the cowboy shows.  But Dad would put on Mitch Miller or Perry Mason, and he 
came home exactly at 6 PM when Popeye was on.  We'd run to greet him, who 
knew, he might have a treat.  Potatoes ever night.  Smiles...No bipolar misery.
And oh, the beautiful moon!!  I would stare at it most every night, so mysterious,
so majestic.  So Autumn.


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Our Time Is Running Out

  
What is going to happen when every ones credit gets shut off? 
   We will be like a bunch of pigs scrambling, only to find no food is in the trough.

If  the National Debt were paid off today, do you know how much it would cost 
every man, woman, and child?
    Each person would have to pay $29,000.00, now ain’t that wild?

It’s like we’ve gotten ourselves into a bog with no way out.
   Well I know of but one way but skeptics will argue and try to show their clout.

How did we get to be this great power, the Home of the Free?
   It was when God was given the honor and glory, this some will agree.

God is our Father and He only wants to give us His best.
   And all He asks in return is for us to honor and praise Him, such a simple 
request.

But no something happened we let the minority rule,
   By taking away the simplest of things like prayer in our schools.

If you felt unwanted somewhere I wonder if you’d stay?
   Did you ever stop and think just maybe God too feels this way?

Has the Doom Day clock already been set?
    I think it can be turned around there maybe hope for us yet.

But first we must unlock and open the door and invite Him back again.
   Then we will see a change in things when our Savior is home my friend.

We’ve tried both ways and the latter did not work.
    So bend your knees and ask Him back, stop listening to those jerks.


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Right Now (Part 2)

Right now, now a father is crying with his face in his hands,
He never expected his son to die, he had such better plans,
But some punk wasn't looking at the kid crossing the street,
He didn't care, just kept driving with his music sounding so sweet.

Right now, some bastard is upstairs beating his wife,
He promised that he'd love her for the rest of his life,
She plans to commit suicide wondering what she did wrong,
When it was this jerk who had the major issues all along.

Right now, a man is driving to his job where he'll get fired,
You see he never got it right, always had trouble getting inspired,
Now he is driving home and stops slowly at the ridge,
He can't break it to his wife so he jumps off the bridge.

Right now, a cute girl is kissing a guy she just met,
She realizes she doesn't even know the man's name yet,
He tells her he loves her as he ties her hands and feet,
Surely this wasn't her online date she was suppose to meet?

Right now a young soldier is bleeding on himself in a war,
This man is going to die and he doesn't even know what for,
He and his squad always performed so well, with such aplomb,
Now he won't make it home because of the maniac's suicide bomb.

Right now, there is someone who hasn't eaten all week,
The poor man is so famished he can barely even speak,
That man would give a fortune to have the food you throw away,
Yet so many people will just throw food in the trash night and day.

Right now, some dude is in prison serving his life,
Writing his final letter to his beautiful son and wife,
Wrongly accused by those sworn to serve and to protect,
The Judge said too bad when he said, your honor I object.

Right now, you're probably wondering how some people cope,
Maybe you've been lucky and time has given you reason for hope,
Right now, I'm asking you to just stop and think next time,
If you do nothing to help someone, this was a wasted rhyme,
Yes, if you turn away, you're guilty of humanity's worst crime.


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The Cultivated Mind (Home Grown)

Father and Mother 
With golden determination 
Focused to open my thoughts 
in several ways of revelation -- 
My manner is... Homegrown 
The once green mind still looks back; 
at all that has been revealed to its now browned shell… 
and with that same determination of gold 
I pass down the revelations of old 
to my children, as I have been told 
The mind should always be 
Cultivated to the best of ones abilities.... 
Its focus should start within the home 
That is why I feel blessed 
When I tell you my children 
Most assuredly -- I am Home Grown.


Author’s Comments: 
As a farmer tills the earth and toils to harvest that which he has sown and the wife 
prepares the table before him, produced from within the bounty reaped thereof... 
 Thus, we should take the time to cultivate the minds of our children, to also 
acknowledge their surroundings and the people there in. 
To stay focused on the blessings at hand, that they not live stagnant lives but to be 
productively responsible for the gifts which they each so uniquely possess. 
 The mind is a terrible thing to waste.


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THE MOUNTAIN

Stone crops flash by me, 
blur of speed 

Flick of wing,turn of beak, 
the hunt is on 
for the prey I seek 

Spears of rock 
are my home 

This magnificent mountain 
strewn with scree 
capped by frost 
ringed by tree 

Rising high,it stands alone, 
granite buttresses 
keep it company 

Planes of rock make me twist and turn, 
complex flying I must learn 
to circumnavigate this world of stone 

Timeless unchanging mountain, 
my home in cool,crisp air 

Wind whispering, 
call me invitingly to the search 
for I am the Hawk of this mountain 

A mountain i know well 
for it is living breathing stone, 
my place ,my home 

Scent of pine  fills me 
as i scan for prey 
Blur of speed on rock 
endless scree 

My mountain,my home, 
this is no solitary life 
for I am not alone 

Weathered rock,clean air 
scent of green 
are my companions 
not always seen 

Spears  of stone reach for sky, 
turn of wing I fly by 
complex flying 
rock sighing 

This mountain stands alone , 
my hunting ground,my home 
strewn with scree, 
capped with frost, 
ringed by tree 


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Home Coming

He's been away to the war so long, 
We're over joyed that he's home. 
He's fought for our country and what stories will be told. 
He's waited out his sentence in an obligation spent. 
In the war for all tomorrow and the dreams that have been sent. 
To the east in the deserts, to the west in the sands. 
He's seen the rush of blood and pain and knows that it will never end. 
He's wondered over days at a time, will I ever know that home come of mine? 
To hear laughter and joy instead of pain and morn. 
To hear words of good cheer, instead of words of yesteryear. 
To hear and feel the breeze as it blows and know that there's no place like home. 
To be able to walk down the street and not have to worry what's lurking or at 
peak. 
He's wondered and waited for such along time, 
That it's hard for him to believe it's just a state of mind. 
But, he no longer has to wonder, he no longer has to wait for his home come is 
upon him and its been well worth the wait. 


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Urban Writing

An epitaph spoilt by an oxymoron; 
the journey of a twisted smile 
within a plastic face; 
a testimony of color sprayed in the subway, 
overgrown and wanting- city bound. 
My home base. 

Sanctioned by the night, 
steal from the darkness 
and luminous pathways 
within sweet, blinding light. 

Steal to the streets 
and recapture the home grounds. 
City spaces, i’m home bound. 
Where I long for a tomorrow 
but I can’t get through today. 
As the law enforces that we can’t spray 
on the walls, there bares our mark, 
from our covert, civic creed that hunts for open spaces 
to leave our memories in the dark. 

My people, my creed 
enchant the common faces 
with perilous and heroic statements. 
Counter action; we place these in all places. 

Testament to the memory 
that we will gaze at through our dreams, 
our people share the vision 
with all but only from conservative screams. 
Misunderstood so must be fearful. 
Washed away from the public 
but the images will be tagged 
forever, dragged 
down into the pits of our creation. 
Relived by spraying 
amongst the open spaces 
that alter from the changing tides 
of our mind. 

Glory to the architects 
whom compose the scriptures 
that will be sprayed away in due time. 
But will be avenged from the darkness 
as the city walls are a canvas 
of the reflections of our mind. 


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A Wish From Home

Dreaming, Hoping, Longing 
I look to the moon with a prayer on my heart 
Awaiting the return of my better part 

Hand cramping, Tears streaming 
Is this one finally worth believing 
The man, the soldier whose loving words stole my heart 
You've etched them in to my soul 
With you in my life I finally feel whole 

Please my sweet soldier come home 
The radio plays all the songs 
The ones that show our support 
With wishes of you all coming home 
I find myself staring at the sky 
With a watchful eye 
Though I cannot help but sing along 
Please my sweet soldier come home 

I love you, I pray for you 
I wish to be in your arms 
Please my sweet soldier come home


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TEEN BABY MAMA

       If I talked about boys it became a heated discussion, my parents said 
              I’m too young and I’m rushin.’
      My mom and dad were very protective, a little too much from 
            my perspective. 
      All I wanted was to have some fun, I felt like a prisoner that was on 
            the run.
      At sixteen years old I felt I was grown, I thought I was ready to be on 
           my own.
       I ran the streets and came home late; it wasn’t long before I started 
            to date.
       I met a guy who seemed really into me, I even let him have my 
            virginity.
       I didn’t force him to use protection, I was real naïve and afraid of 
            rejection.
       I got knocked up which was no surprise, he said it’s not his baby 
            and began telling lies.
       I told my parents I was keeping the baby, they said: “What‘s wrong 
           with you girl have you gone crazy?”
      They said: “why bring a child into this world? You’re not grown yet 
           you’re just a little girl.”
       I ran away from home for a while, with no supervision I basically went 
          wild. 
       I ended up in a home for teen mothers, I wasn’t alone there were plenty 
          of others.
       I ran away again and my baby was taken, I didn’t realize the mistake I 
         was making.
       I ended up getting into prostitution and drugs, I couldn’t seem to 
         stop meeting Thugs!
       I almost died of a drug overdose, It was like I saw a light that was ever 
         so close.
       It changed my life which was so filled with drama, just because I 
         became a “teen baby mama.”



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Winter's Containment

Winter’s containment has not a hold.
I must go on. I must trudge ahead.
Though, snowy prison surrounds my soul,
It will not prevail, not leave me dead.

I must go on. I must trudge ahead.
My family, they wait for me to show.
It will not prevail, not leave me dead.
I will come home alive, that I know.

My family, they wait for me to show.
They’re all I think of when thoughts are clear.
I will come home alive, that I know.
I will embrace, all those I hold dear.

They’re all I think of when thoughts are clear.
Though, snowy prison surrounds my soul,
I will embrace all those I hold dear,
Winter’s containment has not a hold.


Details | Couplet | |

The War

This war has raged for many a year
Mothers & Fathers shed oceans of tears
It’s fought here at home and on foreign soil
I’m not talking about terrorist or oil
Fought from home to home and coast to coast
There are no boundaries when addiction is the host
I remember once a lifetime ago
I advocated this war with my soul
Then I devoted my mind and took a stand
Looked up at my Lord then kissed his hand
Up until that moment the day was dark as hell
For when the Lord saved me it was in my cell
There is a fact that I can’t hide
I became a traitor and traded sides
Now days I travel from jail to jail
Donate my books to the poor souls in hell
Telling them all “Please believe what I say”
“Our Lord can make this all go away”
I am a living example for the world to see
Just look at the changes the Lord made in me
Some kid said, “Boy this one got way to spun”
Homeboy pulled him aside and said, “That’s Jughead son”
Then they ask their questions and I answered my best
Told them “Take what you need and leave the rest”
I hugged my homeboy with eyes full of tears
He just caught an L with 37 years
At our age I reckon he’ll die in the pen
Someday I hope to see him again
Him and I were as close as any two brothers
I stopped by his house to consol his mother
To the mothers and fathers please never lose hope
Our Lords more powerful than all that dope
To the addicts I say, “Just look at me”
Living simple, honest, loving and free
At the end of the road my castle awaits
Provided I earn my way through the gate



   Authors note: I would like to dedicate this poem to all of the mothers, Fathers, Brothers and Sisters of addicts 
and or convicts in prison. To all the addicts I urge you to consider what your lifestyle is doing to the ones you 
love.
   A special dedication I wish to make to Mary Duhart. Mary my heart is with you always


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Drifting

Drifting


drifting alone in the throng
sifting torn yesterdays
thoughts weave
ever searching
to belong


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fabel Twentyone

The city was under snow encamped in ice and wet the water never ceased to fall 
for days at times we cried my friend and eye. 
The poor were never satisfied with bread they always cried for meat to feed the 
lust replete now buried in the caverns if the sleet came near the hydras of the 
long forgotten faded flowers in the snow marking time to be considered luck. A 
Penny tossed when drinking drunk not stoned. A Penny lands in jail on tails and 
soon the food will come. Poor not poorly educated just missing love. 
 Christianity - 30+ CE PARTTWO
Flipped a penny turned to tails changed the luck to better days moving down the 
road with no heavy loaded gun shooting only wishes at the stars. Eye have a 
solar powered outlook not on life but down my nose. 
Girls at home still not in collage need to play with Barbie leave the Ken doll in the 
box. Alone. He is not the chieftain of the dolls. Fallow fish are useless days are 
wasted lost seaming calibrations find the reason for the rhymes.The science that 
deals with mental processes and behavior is sometimes revered as psychology 
the moderators quite agree the thought process is interrupted in some people 
call them crazxy treat them normal feed them house them bury them in wasted 
places sweep them up in boxes marked for burial let no one get away. Murder 
rules the day. 
Play games and get mad take the ball and bat back home save them for the next 
day come. Dress up in your finery hose smelling like a rose in purple jaded livery 
repose upon the couch in linen and in majesty her majesty arose. Toss a 
penny “is it tails?” read the poem prose the CharlaX Fabel Twentyone and love. 


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Cycle of Love

One minute you say you love me..
The next minute your griping and yelling.

Within an hour we start talking and stop bickering.
Then at the end of the day you come home and start your clamoring.

A week goes on and we don't speak.
I ponder to myself quietly that this marriage is looking very bleak.

The weekend is here and you seem placid.
I start the conversation and we begin chatting.

The weekend went wonderfully as we stepped out for the night.
Then the date ended sourly, I got lost and that starts a fight.

Several weeks go by and I barely see or spend time with you.
When you do come home from work, why do we always argue?

Our anniversary comes and, we celebrate sixteen up and down years.
Though through it all, our love will endeavor even through the tears.

Marriage is an everyday work in progress..
But, if we work together we will get through the rest.


Details | Rhyme | |

did you ever wonder if god had tears

did you ever wonder if god had tears?well have no fear he has all these years.   no one 
has ever seen him cry,but when it rains   tears fall from his eyes.god cries out for the 
world to see that heaven is home eternally.tears pour down to nurish the ground to sprout 
out life from all around.gods tears have been faithful all these years for his son jesus 
who had no fear.did you ever wonder how god cried out? the sound of lightning without a 
doubt.jesus is coming and hes coming for me for his feet and sandles was all i could 
see.god gave us life for all eternity. did you ever wonder if god did without? for he 
created everything but he went without. jesus is home eternally, and heaven bound is 
where we will be. god wept once, for all of us to see.


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golden wings

jesus is coming and hes coming for me. he says he wants to take me home and home is where 
ill be. home in eternity is where i belong, right by his side all day long. he says he 
has chores and chores for me. im becoming a new angel in heaven and that ill earn my 
golden wings. a chore full of love watching two people grow, and how they become one to 
an never ending glow. in heaven i am and where i will be, you see i have done my chores 
and now i have earned my golden wings.


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Balance

Monday night is my weekly Bible Study
An evening spent delving into God's word.
A night devoted to knowing Christ as my Savior
To not attend would be simply absurd.

Tuesday night is spent at the county prison
Sharing God's word with hard-core sinners.
Trying to lead them to repent and accept Christ as their Savior
In hopes they'll be transformed from losers to winners.

Wednesday night is spent at church
A midweek devotion so important to my life.
To praise God and thank Him for his many blessings
As Sunday service alone does not suffice.

Thursday is our weekly lunch at the diner
A great time to get to know my fellow Christians.
We break bread and we share God's word with each other
And often talk over our latest church mission.

Friday and Saturday I like to leave open-ended
Unless my church has something planned, in which case I attend.
I love my free time but would drop everything for
Participation in a church-sponsored event.

It's Sunday, dear God, and I kneel before thee
Grateful to be here in the House of the Lord.
Though you've bestowed so many blessing on me
I pray for just one more.

Please God, help me be closer to my children
As I've been neglecting their many needs.
I've given my life to Christ as my Savior
Yet somehow lost touch with those important to me.

I love you Lord, and love your son Jesus
For giving His life so I can be with you in eternity.
But please don't let my heavenly desires
Put a wall between my children and me.

So, I hope you'll forgive me if every once in a while
I skip a church event to stay home with my family.
To get reacquainted with them and put forth more effort
In being the parent I know you expect me to be.

My child, by all means spend time at home with your kids
When you are together, you should know I am there.
And when you want to have some alone time with your God
Trust me, they'll still know how much you care.

Be at home for your children and here for your church
Enjoy all your loved ones while you've got the chance.
From your prayer, I suggest you need only be mindful 
Of the simple, yet profound gift of…balance.


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Ocean Vistas

Like most, I revel in being on the ocean beach,
There's a majesty, a magic, beyond words reach,
The word "awe" is insufficient as a description,
On it's effect on most
It's power, it's immensity,
Beyond the power of words,
And, more mysterious still,
It's soothing effect on the mind,
Unmatched by any drug company...

When my wife's infidelity
Drove me from my home and children,
I went to the beach, sat on a bench
In the early summer afternoon,
Seeking it's strength,
It's powerful tranquility...

I miscalculated one thing,
The views of loving couples,
Happy families,
These sights were arrows
In my weakened heart,
And I went home all the sadder.

It's strength,
My weakness,
The weakness is human,
The strength is nature,
It took me years to realize
This natural distinction.


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But For A Short While

They were with us but for a short while
Their good works now live on in memory to make us smile-
Their joys, their tears, their hopes, their dreams and yes, even their sorrows and 
pains still linger on; they still remain in the portals of the minds of all whose lives 
they have touched-whether little or whether much-

And as they have now gone and left us in body, gone back to dust-
In spirit, it's only but for a short while.

For they who die in the Lord, one day they must:

       At the sound of the trump, as the clouds roll back, meet us in the presence of  
         the Redeemer, Christ, when He returns to gather His Father's children      
          home to the Kingdom of God where we will all prepare together to return 
           to the New Earth from the New  Heaven  to dwell in Eternal Righteousness-
Where joy and peace will be forever and ever, for our eternal home will be 
restored to a place where we can join together to live, worship in praise  to our 
Lord, receiving our crown and  reward of Eternal Life.

So, sleep on sister, brothers, friends, and loved ones; it is but for a short while,   
 for the  Day will come when we shall meet together once again, and all of us will 
be at Rest

In the Presence of God's Glorious Eternal Bliss!


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we the people

we the people just who do they mean by we .you me them becuse if they mean 
me this is what we would do. we would stop this war and stop it now we would 
bring are soliders home.we would stop this pointless killing we would leeve iraq 
alone. we would  drill for oil right here at home yes we would bring our gass 
prices down .we would stop making excuses we would turn this country around. 
affordable housing would be nice .we would bring are people in from the cold.let 
them know there not alone. we would make sure every american family had a 
nice home of there own. yes my fellow americans if i where only we. we would 
restore your hopes your dreams and your happiness we would give back the 
american dream. a home food healthcare clean clothes on your back. now i ask 
you my fellow americans is that to mutch to ask. in the land of oppertunity we 
need to take it back .now here comes the truth my friends and you better take 
some notes we the people means them.and they hurt us the most .they look for 
ways to drive prices up on everything we need. they try there best to keep us 
down to take away are dream. we have to keep gass so high theres no other way 
that is what they tell us. and then they smile and say we have to drive the prices 
up.  theres nothing we can do they look us right in the eye and lie to me and you. 
and that seems to be ok .i think its time that we the people try to take a stand.they 
lie cheat and steal from us each and every day. they make everything sky high 
and give them selves a raise .a hundred and fifty thousand a year man how they 
must struggle .take take take more more more thats what they relly say. they 
make themselves above the law they think they got it made but sooner or later we 
all must die und god will sort us out we the people will rule in heaven and they 
will burn in hell ....


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Homesick

I long for my home when I’m away
But I’m determined to leave anyway
So I’m going to pack my bags and leave this town
I put on my make up and wear my crown.

I miss my bed now that I’m away
Knowing that I won’t be home till Sunday
So I searched for a few pieces of stationery
For only through words I find sanctuary.

My plane will leave at seven
In that foreign land blessings are given
I really want to stay
But it’s better to go anyway.

I will surely cry now that I’m away
But I know I don’t have to leave someday
So while that sun is out I’ll make hay
I’ll do anything no matter what they say

So worry about  me no more
For I am in the good graces of the future.


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LOTTERY BLESSINGS

I could afford to use the money
On both rainy days and sunny

I would buy a brand new car
Then donate mine to a crash stunt star

I'm not interested in traveling afar 
I'd rather buy my friends a new car

What a treat to buy brand new clothes
A comfy coat and shoes without holes

A home with acreage I can call my own
A hot tub and pool table to come home

Shower my family with financial wealth
They can always spend in good health

Honor Veterans who served our Country
Financial aid, for they are worthy

College scholarships to those in need
To Help them strive and succeed

Take the homeless off the street
Into a home with food to eat

Hire someone to think of creative ways
Help those in need and brighten their days   


Details | Ballad | |

THE MOUNTAIN

Stone crops flash by me, 
blur of speed 

Flick of wing,turn of beak, 
the hunt is on 
for the prey I seek 

Spears of rock 
are my home 

This magnificent mountain 
strewn with scree 
capped by frost 
ringed by tree 

Rising high,it stands alone, 
granite buttresses 
keep it company 

Planes of rock make me twist and turn, 
complex flying I must learn 
to circumnavigate this world of stone 

Timeless unchanging mountain, 
my home in cool,crisp air 

Wind whispering, 
call me invitingly to the search 
for I am the Hawk of this mountain 

A mountain I know well 
for it is living breathing stone, 
my place ,my home 

Scent of pine  fills me 
as I scan for prey 
Blur of speed on rock 
endless scree 

My mountain,my home, 
this is no solitary life 
for I am not alone 

Weathered rock,clean air 
scent of green 
are my companions 
not always seen 

Spears  of stone reach for sky, 
turn of wing I fly by 
complex flying 
rock sighing 

This mountain stands alone , 
my hunting ground,my home 
strewn with scree, 
capped with frost, 
ringed by tree 


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My Sweet Kathleen

She was a beauty my sweet Kathleen 
With auburn hair and eyes of emerald green 
 I can see her there waiting for me 
Back at our home in Kentucky 
She didn’t want me to go that day 
She cried so when she saw me dressed in gray 
I kissed her and said goodbye 
Telling her I’d be back and not to cry 
Through every battle her face was in front of me 
 Kept me going for I knew she was home waiting for me 
 I did come back a broken man 
Weary and wounded with only one leg I can now stand 
I’m not the man I used to be 
 I wondered if she still would love me 
 I stepped off the train and the first face I see 
 Was my sweet Kathleen waving and running to me 
No longer do I feel like half a man 
With my sweet Kathleen by my side it is proud I stand