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You’re my poetic angel,
Watching me as I write.
Sent by God to guard me,
Through the day and night.
You give me inspiration,
Through your celestial glow.
And you jump start my mind,
From where my poems flow.
Everyday you guide me,
Not letting bad turn to worse.
And push the pen I hold,
As I write each lovely verse.
You’re my poetic angel,
I’m glad you are my friend.
We’ll always be together,
Until my body’s end.
Shield Love - Quatrain - A Collaboration
Embrace me In your soft tender arms.
Holding close within meek tenderness.
In close embrace I feel your soft charms,
I await the touch of your caress.
Shield me from life's hate,
On my knees Love's dying.
Do not hesitate,
From soft eyes tears crying.
Love's fights to survive,
As Love bleeds passion of forever.
Love must ever thrive
Let us now share our Love together.
Really all one desires now,
Knowing Loving you.
An essence of Love allow,
My heart ever true.
Queen of endless pleasure,
Holding you to the end.
My ultimate treasure,
Stay Lover and stay Friend.
In a flash of light,
As long as this world keeps on spinning.
You light up my night,
When sights of Love to my eyes dimming.
All I ask of you we stay strong,
Always sleeps one dream of endless beauty.
Ever In your light I belong,
To be within your heart Is my Love's duty.
Sings In your heart Love,
The song of Love's divinity.
We dwell high above,
In Love ever entwining.
A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.
O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid?
O holy night the inn was full,
A stable near at hand;
O night of prophecies fulfilled
When Caesar taxed the land.
O holy night the shepherds watched
Their flocks upon the field,
And, lo, the angel of the Lord
With glory was revealed.
"Fear not, behold, I bring to you
Good tidings full of joy;
For unto you is born this day
A Saviour as a boy."
Then suddenly the sky was lit
By angels filled with mirth,
Proclaiming glory unto God
And peace to all the earth.
The shepherds said among themselves,
"To Bethlehem we'll go;
For something great is come to pass
And this we wish to know."
They came and found the newborn babe
With Joseph and his bride;
When they had seen, this news they spread
Throughout the countryside,
And all that heard did wonder great
At things the shepherds told;
But Mary pondered all these things
Within her heart of gold.
O holy night when God was praised,
O night when hope returned;
O night when angels spake aloud
And skies with glory burned:
O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid?
~ Based on Luke 2:7-20 ~
~Written for "Here We Go A Caroling".~
Hold my hands and sing me to sleep
Before the dreams sink too deep
Through the night walk me to the shore
To a land where greetings are peaceful snores
Let the moon talk about the day
Let it tell off our journey to the bay
Let the stars carry me with the morning breeze
Back to the fields, the empty willow trees
Let the wintersun embrace the darkness in my head
Let it lift my soul from beneath the bed
Down the beach and on the shore
On the clouds with worries no more
Free of speech, my mind sinks to sleep
Free of love my heart trembles to keep
Free of fear, my shudders float astray
Free of noises my ears chase away
To safety to nothing make me see
To claim a state I may never be
Take me to the old willow tree
Where the white snow buried me
The sun plunged
In the space of silence,
The summer has been extended
In a slow wandering ...
The orb has been drunk,
Gradually, by fringes.
> We did not hear anything,
From the fall of the angel ...
The horizon has folded its wings around
Confusing the distants ...
Evening invades what remains of the day
In a jiffy.
Water reflections exchanges
The colors overrated,
With the sky full of oranges,
The trees are just silhouettes ...
The night the already marks yesterday
This is a timely opportunity,
Where piercing welcoming clouds
unfolds, shamelessly ,the moon ...
It will take an earth tour,
And plenty of patience,
For the solar triumph reappears
In its rebirth ,
As clarity rises
And progresses slowly
Until the most intense moment, at its solstice,
To the top of the firmament.
And the celestial body draws, now
All things , in gold drops ,
..... - And this is another day.
It drinks in his turn and evaporates it....
Le soleil a plongé
Dans l'espace du silence,
L'été s'est prolongé
Dans une lente errance...
L'astre a été bu,
Petit à petit, par franges.
> Nous n'avons rien entendu,
De la chute de l'ange...
L'horizon a replié ses ailes, autour
Confondant les lointains...
Le soir envahit ce qu'il reste de jour,
En un tournemain.
Les reflets des eaux échangent
Des couleurs surfaites ,
Avec le ciel tout en oranges,
Les arbres ne sont que silhouettes...
La nuit, marque déjà l'hier,
C'est l'occasion opportune,
Où, perçant des nuées hospitalières,
se dévoile, sans pudeur, la lune...
Il faudra un tour de terre,
Et beaucoup de patience,
Pour que réapparaisse le triomphe solaire,
Dans sa renaissance ,
Que la clarté se hisse
Et progresse lentement,
Jusqu'au plus intense, à son solstice,
Au sommet du firmament.
Et l'astre dessine maintenant ,
Toutes choses en gouttes d'or,
..... - Et c'est un autre jour.
Il le boit à son tour, puis l' évapore....
On these earthly shores,
I sojourn with heart;
Seeking to know more
What beauty now starts.
Listen as I pray,
Dear angel of mine:
Guide my path each day
To know love divine.
Through good and bad times,
Love as best I can;
Watch reason string rhymes,
In clear tact and plan.
Let each day explore
Life's sparkling insights:
That eternal light.
Bring me peace of mind
With calm poise of heart;
Let good thoughts align
A wholesome sure art.
Angel of pure light,
Be with me this day
As I seek clear sight
In work, rest and play.
As joy shapes fond peace,
May journeys show proof;
May love fund increase
With grand, lively truth.
May the living light
Show the middle way;
As rapture makes right,
Love uplifts each day.
Let truth inspire sight
With a cheery face;
Let true love bring light
With amazing grace.
21 September 2014
An angel kissed a ripple
Onto a glassy sea
And in that very instant
A baby came to be
A hundred times she kissed it
A hundred thousand more
Each time the troubled surface
More troubled than before
The ripples started crossing
And people crossing too
In time made each their ripple
Like as that ocean blue
So here is my petition
Oh Jesus, hear my plea!
That all my parting wavelets
Be marked in time for Thee
Cast upon a book
Her angel eyes
Within her mind
This beauty flies
She's not restrained
By earthly woes
Within her mind
In this garden
Beneath morning star
Wings to paradise
She travels so far
Look of serenity
Yet inside there's heat
On passionate pages
Her heart skips a beat
A sweet knowing smile
Spreads across her face
Imagining strong hands
Removing her lace
He wrote her this book
For their wedding day
Joined in the garden
Paradise starts today
Isaiaha Zerbst's "Poem in Paradise Contest"
My Precious Angel
My precious little angel
in Gods' loving care
how often I have grieved for you
wishing you were here.
I had a fleeting glimpse of you
before you went away.
I knew I had to say goodbye
you were too small to stay.
For though you grew inside of me
you were not mine to keep
God called you to his loving arms
now there you gently sleep.
Briefly were you with me
yet I loved you from the start
and now forever you will be
engraved within my heart
and in the shelter of Gods' love
I know you will remain
never to know suffering,
heartache, loss and pain.
I'll find my comfort in my faith
until my days here end.
Then through Gods' sweet salvation
we will unite again.
So many poemless years,
Not describing your true beauty.
You’re more than an Angel,
Here on angelic duty.
Your face echoes truth,
Of divine radiance on earth.
Your presence warms my soul,
And gives my life its worth.
You’re the one I think about,
With an honest heart so true.
I just want to speak from my within,
And wish a happy birthday to you.
As I bring you a little closer,
Your angelic dust disappears.
I have always wanted to whisper,
Happy birthday in your ear.
Today is the day of reckoning,
As my lips whisper this greeting.
And praise a wonderful day,
While in our secret meeting.
Not a meeting of lustful acts,
But a meeting of a warm embrace.
I have always been mesmerized,
When I look upon your face.
Close your eyes
And dream you had wings
For you were graced
And the harps did sing
All around you
In the celestial sky
Are the gracious of many
Let me tell you why
For we can not see
What we want there to be
For out there
Winged angels are free
They are hidden shadows
But covered we are not all
For life is living
And some of us fall
Live your life
And live it true
In your background shadows
An angel walks for you
When you meet someone who brightens
The darkest of your days
Who cheers you up and turns you around
Because their lovely heart displayed
Their lovely heart displayed
Words of warmth and kind
Encouraging laughter and poetry
Now written from my mind
Written from my mind
Are poetic pieces shared
From an angel to a friend
For this special one who cared
This special one who cared
Will remain forever in my heart
We will only be thoughts away
One day our tomorrows will start
'Written for a friend to a friend'
Hear me Angel, Guardian Angel
Hear my cries, dry these tears I shed
Give to me a new perspective
Help me change the life I've led
Touch me Angel, Guardian Angel
Teach my spirit not to roam
Sometimes I feel so abandoned
Sometimes I feel far from home
Lead me Angel, Guardian Angel
From these demons I know too well
Give me courage, remove my fear
As I stand at the fires of Hell
Guide me Angel, Guarian Angel
Through the streets filled with despair
Where there is hatred, fear and anger
Let me find love, teach me to care.
Took a seat and closed my eyes
I never caught my waitress' name
She might have kept me from demise
This sweet Cracker Barrel dame
Without asking brought a double brew
She knew it was getting so late
My caffeine breaks had been too few
Which had been a huge mistake
Called me sweetie and gave a smile
This three star angel in a brown apron
She knew I couldn't go another mile
This guardian with a pinned up bun
Filled my thermos with liquid stay awake
Yes, I'm grateful for all she'd done
Stoping in Cracker Barrel was no mistake
My protective server was second to none
After twelve hours I finally arrived at home
Because of her I thankfully survived
Now I have a long date with memory foam
My Cracker Barrel angel kept me alive
My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.
As Cherubs go he is the king.
A little angel being.
One sent by God to speed up things
between the ones we're seeing.
With bow in hand and arrow drawn.
His quiver laden full.
He takes good aim and hits the spot
with just a little pull.
There's hope for Johnny and for Jane
with live's a little dull.
That if they're special and polite
their passions will not lull.
So have your fun and craziness
and play the lover's game.
But know that one looks out for you
with cupid as his name.
It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.
Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!
Angels on my right shoulder
Battling devils on the left
Ever guiding my actions
Saving my soul from bereft
Angels e'er amongst us
Like Clarence on Stewart's bridge
Softly urge us to avoid
Falling from grace at the ridge
My special angel's sweet voice
Sounds so much like my mother's
But you have an angel too
Who's unlike any other's
Spirits of loved ones who've passed
Want us to know heaven's joy
So we reunite with them
And eternal bliss enjoy
So, Mom, if you're listening
Your voice overtakes evil
Helping me find the right path
You've mastered soul retrieval
A wonderful life bestowed
By a righteous urging
From an angel observer
For spiritual merging
Sorrow chokes sanity
in the brimstone fumes of Hell
that consumes all but memory
plastered against the walls of his cell.
My mind can't comprehend...
Perhaps he did wrong
or mercy he did not lend,
but here resides the angel of song.
His wings are torn,
tattered like his serenity
when he fell into heat's scorn.
Once he was beauty's epiphany.
The shofar's sound dwindled
to let screams take stage.
The music he once kindled
turned against him in bloody rage.
Yet he will rise once more.
The fallen creature in his cell
and will play a new music's score
telling of the angel in Hell.
You had a living angel
Within your arms easy grasp
Ministering to your needs
While hoping your love would last
She tried to fill your whole life
With the joy of heaven’s light
It brought sweet gentle solace
To every tormented night
You had a guarding angel
Who’d gladly die in your place
She fluttered all around you
Planted kisses on your face
You had a faithful angel
Who’d enfold you in her wings
She soothed away all your pain
With the little songs she’d sing
But you longed for the devil
With those sparkling eyes of lust
With tight figure hugging clothes
And you broke your angel’s trust
For naughty is much nicer
Than loving serenity
You lied to her angel face
You broke your little angel
Sorrow glistened in her eyes
She burned in fires of hell
Set off by all of your lies
Heartbroken, she flew away
And the temptress took her place
But when you make love to her
You will see the angel face
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I heard an angel speak last night
and he said "write".------------------Elizabeth Barrett Browining
So I took my pen to mark his words.
No angel would I slight.
There’s a corner in the graveyard
where the small ones lie in death,
some torn from their mother’s wombs
before they’d taken breath.
Other dates show three short days,
or a month up to a year.
This is where the graveyard angel,
the most often will appear.
You will find her graven image
on the gravestones all around.
Older graves will have no flowers
to adorn the little mounds.
The grass grows with abandon
as it always has for years,
with grief-stricken mother’s tears.
But mothers, fathers, siblings die.
The graves could be forgotten.
God sends his graveyard angel
to guard each and every one.
She will be there to guide them
when that final trumpet sounds
and their souls are all transported from
those tiny little mounds.
By: Joyce Johnson 6/15/11
Won a 5th
For "Angels in Cemeteries" contest. Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
I saw a woman walking by.
She wasn't all that fetching.
When just above her in the air
came Cupid like a fletching.
In taking aim he shot me twice.
Once in each balled eye.
And then he said in deepened voice;
"Now can't you see she's fly".
I notice then she came in close
and stunk of ransid hide.
Then Cupid grabbed his bow again,
My nose his taget pride.
The woman asked me how I was
with such a crackling voice.
I knew at once My ears were next
and Cupid had no choice.
Now I was blind and deaf and bloody
My nostrils without smell.
and now I could not hear his wings
that creature come from Hell.
At once the woman reached for me.
I falling cold in shock.
And if she didn't comfort me
and love began to knock.
Now I knew Cupid had a plan.
that left me all for dead.
but feeling all her comfort now
was coming while I bled.
Then Cupid asked, "You love her now"?
And I began to heal.
I looked at him and then at her
and realized I could feel.
The larks perform at your behest,
and rivers run their course at your command,
the sun and moon spill brilliance
to light the way, directed by your hand.
The stars are sparkles in your hair,
sprinkled in the dark of night,
your heart and soul sing love songs
that engage the wind in airy flight.
Soft and gentle are your ways,
sweet your countenance that glows,
the sun you relegate to shame,
this your nature doth disclose!
ANGEL IN THE RAIN
Last eve heard my prayer that I would awake to a rainbow
And only the mistiness would know how it would go
Oh and I awoke to see the colors that so blessed my eyes
While at the edge of that rainbow the rarity of an angel cries
I hear her loudly weeping from far above
Bemoaning the besmirching of yesterday’s love
Perhaps rainbows only appear to soothe an angel’s heart
Until a multi-tinted pallet and the sky are made to part
There then is left but a memory born by the blue
And only a hint of what the heavens can do
Rainbows can appear and disappear at will
Yet weeps that woe filled angel still
The sky turned blue a bit later on
Once that reverent and radiant rainbow was gone
Mine is cold comfort when a coal colored sky finally clears
Until another angel dries that weeping angel’s tears
© 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
Twenty brand new angels
arrived just yesterday.
Frightened and confused
they only wished to stay
with parents now left empty,
and shattered beyond belief.
Their babies’ precious little lives
stolen by a spineless thief
with evil in his heart,
and killing on his mind.
Dear God where are you now?
It’s getting hard to find
a reason for the carnage,
and the acts of the insane.
Can we still find eternal love
surrounded by such pain?
Now twenty brand new angels
who only yesterday did die,
and with them, too, the innocence.
Why, dear God, why?
for the Sandy Hook children. RIP.
Free will and choice, we think we know,
the high road calls our name.
But man's destruction arises low
in a part we just can't tame.
And evil's there, in quiet repose,
we rap it's hollow door.
And here we sit for what we chose
as they tally the final score.
Of all the battles we fought within,
none matter but the last.
An epic struggle set to begin
from which our destiny is cast.
In the afterlife of death's staid pale,
too late to take a stand,
will eternity be in heaven or hell?
We must await the upper hand.
I heard a song,
I studied the picture.
I read the title,
And I remembered you.
The song? It was about a guy,
Who loved a girl
His only Sunshine, Whose arms he was happy in.
The picture? An angel,
Born new to the world,
Shattering her shell,
The bonds that he helped to break.
-The title? A game we used to play,
-A game I teased you with.
-A game that made us laugh.
-The title? You're my Angel.
"You're my Angel,
You're the only sunshine in my life,
Feels like heaven when you take me in your arms."
A moment in the song that tears me up every time.
I remember the game, do you?
I always teased you..
Called her my Angel...
You would always give me the craziest look and "gibbs" me
A slap in the back of the head.
And I'd go "fine. my angel of darkness"
And you'd smile and giggle...
And Id feel like im floating in the clouds.
those moments were when I were my happiest.
When I felt closest to you.
When I swear I could feel your heartbeat,
And hear your thoughts.
I guess what I'm trying to say,
Is that in my eyes, you'll always be my Angel,
And no, not an Angel of the Darkness,
But a true, pure Angel that saved me.
I did not believe in angels
Til I saw your satin face;
My God, your eyes consumed me so--
Gave my heart the will to race.
Oh lovely, I am at your feet,
I have known you in my dreams;
You own my heart, now soothe my soul
With moonlight's powder beams.
Take me to where angels go,
If there's anyway you can;
Or lay your wings and halo down
And know me as a man.
As I would trade my very life
For this, and only this;
To experience the ecstasy
Of your sweet, angelic kiss.
Tomorrow might mean angel day
To be followed by one angelic night
Tomorrow I may view an angel’s display
A dais of delectable delight
I can never be certain when she will alight
One of Heaven’s most hallowed sights
For forever I will fear her final flight
No more love, laughter nor luminescent light
My ‘morrow might mean angel’s wings
And a soul of sublimation
A heavenly body to which this man clings
And I’ve clung so long to the finery of fascination
Tomorrow’s sun to shine on mine
Mine angel who was weaned on wonder and sacramental wine
A lady who is afar far too often for me
She who opens an enchanting door for me
Tomorrow’s moon might mean wings away
Oh if ever my angel couldst ever stay
No more to bear an angel’s softly sighed fare well
An angel at the ready with a seraphim's spell