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Love Beyond the Pale

Sou lay upon the warm wet earth
ripped from limb to limb.
Your present shape denies the girth
of your form in its prime.

Cut short in life denied your worth
about you ivy climbs,
my love for you evokes the hearth
a fire which knows no end time.

Now fallen, slain, cast for rebirth,
the core of you sublime,
an earthly stump, at forest skirt
reminds me of grand times.

Soon, I too will go beyond the earth
recalling passion's prime
through the veil of life unearthed
my heart returned to thine.

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Before the night is Over (He's coming back) pt.2

                  Well my friend, my conscience would not allow me the pleasure.
              The pleasure not to report the news that I treasure.  That as I
              open the book, the book full of new's, a book full of true's.
                  All that I know, and them to be in doubt, one day they will all
              shout, "He's coming back", "Before the nite is over".  That's what
              the Bible (the book) is all about.  "Enter ye in at the straitgate: for
              wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction.
              Lord (now): "Show me the way Home", the poem is all about subduction.

             "Before the night is Over, the attempt is to capture your mind".  So may
               you be aware, as he is lead, lead like a lamb to be slaughter.  He is
               beaten like as if they don't care, he look like news I cann't share but
               the book (Bible) say's the reason he suffer for you and for me.
                  Because Love, Well yes my friend, [Love] is the reason to feel free!!..
                    My conscience want allow me the pleasure, that I too was less inform.
                That, cause of my sin, I couldn't be reform, and many amonst many was
                 also in doubt.  "Before the night is Over, hope all once blind, now see".
                Before the nite is over, before the night is become dawn and just before
                the dew hit's the ground.   

               "Give your life to what is living and not to a deadless Clover".  Do this, feel
               "Before the night is Over".

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When I went to the Temple
It should have felt like home
So as I sat in the pew
Why did I feel all alone

Was my heart disconnected
Was there something wrong with me
Why did I feel like running
From a place that felt empty

Three thousand souls I counted
The church grew before my eyes
I went to look for answers
Yet I left with all my whys

Why was the music perfect
Why did others have no flaws
As I sought my redemption
I drowned within the applause

After the entertainment
As I walked out open doors
I drifted on life's ocean
In a boat that had no oars

Hands held out towards heaven
Within solitude God was kind
As I took time to ponder
I surrendered body and mind

Now Church is not about me
Or the way it makes me feel
Whenever I praise my Savior
The Temple becomes more real

Now I can take church with me
To the places that I go
Within a heart of thankfulness
He allows my love to grow

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Shield Love - Quatrain

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.

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Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)

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The Ending of The Show

Have you ever listened to the silence?
Alone in the giant trees
Have you ever experienced your soul?
Being totally at ease
Have you ever stood atop a volcano?
Felt its trembling power
Ever smelled the sulfur boiling in the pits
Man that sure is sour
Have you ever loved with all that you are?
Holding nothing back
Have you ever completely lost who you are?
Trying to find your way back
Have you ever stood atop a mountain?
Cursed the Lord above
Have you ever sat alone in a Prison cell?
Accepting his forgiving love
You know I have been an evil man
Every sense of the word
In my memory I remember screams
Tormenting to be heard
So much I wish that I could forget
So much I have to tell
About the emptiness you feel inside
The pure solitude of hell
My life no longer belongs to me
I am on a quest
To show the world a man can be
Beyond any test
My pain is deep and my spirits are high
Eagle gliding in the sky
Brave enough to fight any man
Strong enough to cry
A rock to those who know me well
A leader in the night
A warrior that would never run
God I love the fight
A tender man of true compassion
My wife taught me well
That’s why everything that I can be
I offer to her spell
Angels come with big brown eyes
Strong enough at heart
They encourage you to rise above
Finish what you start
Sometimes when I start to write
I fall into a trance
And the poem becomes a partner
Gliding in a dance
Where the poem goes is with the flow
I just tag along
I try real hard to keep the beat
Swaying with the song
Some parts are good and others bad
Some are in between
But from the first word to the last
The soul in me is seen
I pray before that final curtain call
I will have left my mark
That people will think back and say
The light rose from the dark
Everyone must choose their own way
I am no one to lead
If you wish to make your life a garden
I have some real good seed
Always be totally honest with yourself
The person that you are
Space is a place full of dark matter
Grasp to your own star
Be strong enough to always open up
Let go of what you hide
Because in the overall scheme of things
They’re a nowhere ride
If you wish to hold the one you love
Always let it show
Remember that they must be free
We all need room to grow
Trust in them with all that you are
Never forget to show
That they are the one you will adore
To the ending of the show

Due to the length I joined the four line stanzas together

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nailed down

i took the nails, and the cat too.
the hammer, the sink and the bed.
i burned them all.  except the cat.
cos she loved me much more than the one i wed.

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I Love The Way You Lie

I know that you are seeing someone else,
I'm not there when you close your eyes,
I believe that you are kissing me,
Knowing I love the way you lie.

I hear those three words from your lips,
If love is even possible, it's impossible to cry,
Though I know your heart is not truly mine,
I will always love the way you lie.

Your arms hold me as if you care,
My wise heart still wonders why,
Pretending that everything is alright,
Because I love the way you lie.

When I kiss you I think about nothing,
Wishing it wasn't you when I open my eyes,
I wonder, if I told you the truth,
Would you love the way I lie?

Written for Just That Archaic Poet's contest - "Sing To Me"

Inspired by the song "Love The Way You Lie Pt. 2" by Rihanna ft. Eminem

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The poets' song

The silent dark encroaches
with another hollow night.
Old poets whisper sonnets
of love and sacrifice.

Her lips move to each arduous verse;
the emptiness advances.
Crescendos find their soaring crests.
A taunting shadow dances.

The moment lingers at a peak
then brings a slow descent.
And as the final stanza bows
her yearning heart relents.

Her memory finds his gentle face.
His voice resounds a vow.
And a quiet faith moves through her
expelling any doubt.

Soon her love will cross the sea;
his promises to keep.
Until that time, the poets sing
and soothe her soul to sleep.

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Message to the Lover of the Poet

To be in love with a poet
Is not an easy thing
Try as you might, you’ll never
Live up to his dream

For the poet isn’t content
With love’s status quo
You please and you tease him
But it’s not enough you know

For living there in his mind
Is a picture of the divine
You know that he longs for her
For it's shown in every line

The woman of perfection
Who is not of this world
With raven tresses of hair
And slender arms unfurled

The poet “sees” this woman
And his senses just take leave
For her passion is intense
Her body rivals that of Eve

She is tender and she’s giving
Never asking in return
She waits for him night and day
And it’s for his love she burns

She nurtures his desire
Fulfills his every whim
For she is his possession
Remains faithful just to him

She sees in him embodied
Every single manly trait
Each and every need of his
She’s sure to satiate

Ah…mere mortal woman
Who must compete with this muse
You find that you fall short
And your love’s prone to abuse

For who can dare compare
With a poet’s romantic dream
The siren who sings to him
Who floats on clouds of cream

Poor lover of the poet
Sitting here alone at night
Waiting for him to see you
To turn on you passion’s light

Love him, my sweet, love him
For in the end he’s just a man
That silly muse of his dreams
Can’t caress him, but you can

So win him at this love game
Make the fires really burn
Try to captivate his mind
So that it's for YOU he yearns

Warn that charming seductress
That muse who tries hard to woo
That you have a jealous heart
And you've made him drink your brew

Your body, your soul, your desires
Bathe him in all of these
Not with words but your hands
Make him to do just what you please

For a poet is just a man
Just a simple man is he
Give him all he desires
Then watch his love set you free!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Go Ask Alice

Ah, Divine influence, it has come to many, so they say,
as to their nameless or named God’s they do pray.
The light came to Carroll, he said he could see,
for raised by a Vicar at Christ church was he.

Dodgson was his surname an apt moniker 
for he veers of from his father, made math his liqueur 
Lewis was Charles tongue in cheek, he wore hats 
and from his birth place, he transformed Cheshire cats.

Lewis Carroll wrote “Alice” sure, he was also Charles Dodgson
but who wrote the marrow, now that’s where the God comes!
Now, many men wrote the Bible or so we surmise
and the pages they garnered came in random sizes. 

Yes they picked, they plucked, these men were right scary
and what do you know, left out the Book of Mary!
Now you modern readers just might take a note 
the resemblance twixt Alice and Mary's no anecdote.

Dogdson, yes Carroll, knew Mary so it seems 
yet, Alice sweet Alice is who came in his dreams.
Carroll clothed Alice and it's no surprise
that in Chapter 3:21, her dress he seeks dried!

For Alice, dear Alice, did not wish to die! 
“She would catch a bad cold if she could not get dry.”
Carroll being the kind creator, he would 
had the mouse read to Alice the driest of books.

Again and again, his benevolence is shown
when he sends Alice a rabbit to soon lead her home.
So, we are lead on in most delightful detail 
to Chapter 4:15 where her flight is curtailed.

As Cain slew Abel, so the Queen beheaded prates.
Yet, she’d no power at all, over bodiless cats!
Now, Chapter 12 is truly my favorite, as you may surmise
Lewis Carroll has dreamed much of caterpillar size..

He dreamed a whole world full of goodness and villainy.
As anyone can see, men will see what they see,
and the Looking Glass has as much meaning to me
as the Bible may have to the Christians, let be.

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My Precious Angel

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.

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In the darkening room I stood:
tears welling in my eyes:
by the windowed-wall, looking out,
my small chest full of sighs.

Headlights bright white and tail lights red,
paired, meandered down the street,
yet the white headlights that I sought
seemed only to retreat.

Cold, calm, singular, tear drops fell,
soon reaching down turned lips;
as in the house across the street,
the living room was lit.

A Father held his baby high. 
He hugged that toddler tight.
I wiped the corner of my eye,
and gazed into the night.

Above the darkened woodland near,
beneath a cobalt sky;
the highway brought their Fathers home.
alone again stood I.

Horns blared out in drives near by
sweet laughter filled the air,
and, in the drive across the street,
their Fathers did appear.

The children ran out slamming doors,
on small unshodden feet,
with tiny squeals, and upturned cheeks,
their Father they did greet.

Where was the father who I sought
our lives incomplete
a traveling man, my Father
did nothing but retreat.

*A memory from when I was 8.

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A Poet Was He

Love is having, love is lost

Love believing that it is the key

This is what love is to me

Way back in ninety  five

When I met a poet

A poet was he

He took me by the hand

Taught me about love

We were friends

We were lovers

To the bitter end

He would read poems in my ears

Would write my name like I was a goddess

Like no other

With a magic swirl

Held me like I was his dear

He kissed the light in my soul

Held me with an inspiration

We danced barefoot in the dark

Kissed in the grass in the park

Explored the avenues of our minds

Took me by surprise in never-never land

He listened to my songs

Helped me share my heart

Kissed my very soul

There were no tears

Then he was gone

The beauty of him

Took me by surprise

Our breath was ours

For the taken

And oh the lovemaking

My life have been filled

Lots of events

With lots of tragedy and laughter

But few regrets

Looking back over the past

So glad of memories

To make it last

As I experienced the pain

Of loss of my poet lover friend

In the end

I survived and live

With what is left

I will never forget

The friend I had

What I have seen

What was felt!

I do stand, laugh and love

I still

Shed a tear

As well as fear

At the end of time

Before I die

I’ll never forget my poet

And a Poet was he!

Brooke Dyan 2014

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All I Ask

I need you to be my earth angel
I need you to kiss away tears
I need you to comfort my soul
I need you to conquer my fears

I want you to be my hero
I want you to release my dream
I want you to be my victor
I want you to love to extreme

I need you to be my sunshine
I need you to drench me like rain
I need you to bathe me in light
I need you assuage my pain

I want you to be my lover
I want you to make me to feel
I want you to teach me pleasure
I want you to make it surreal

I need…I want…I must have you
I burn with unquenchable fire
Your prowess… the essence of life
The source of burning desire

If this is too much that I ask
To comply with beyond your will
Then, oh, just let me adore you
Of your charm, let me have my fill

I only want to be near you
To bask in your beauty so fine
Your words resurrect me to life
They transport me to the divine

Oh please, let your presence cover
In your glow let my poor heart bask
I long to lie in your shadow
Oh, my love, is this much to ask?

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Te Amo

I love the way you look at me
I see right into you eyes
You don’t see me like some others do
With their rumors and their lies

I find it hard to believe
That anyone could ever love me
The way you care proves me wrong
Your kiss makes it easy to see

Without you
Where would I be?
What would life be like
If you weren’t there to hold me?

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I would like,ardently,to paint a meadow 
standing on its center,an old weeping willow 
engraving some letters, on its thick stem 
I write your name,as a heart-shaped gem 

I want to draw,the blue of your eyes 
those tempting seas of,tearful lullabies 
adrift in my thoughts,ready to admit 
to gamble for love, to win or to quit 

I picture...,the smiles in your lips 
lick your kisses' nectar as it drips 
stare at them,till they call my name 
lingering to end up,the glory, I claim 

I draw a heart,with compassion and love 
gift-wrap it then, with, red petals my love 
sending my devotion,for you alone to own 
unless you turn it into,my love's tombstone

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The Gift

Shadows in the dark
Are much better swept away
Leaving room for friendship
That never fades away
Bright, the light that dawns
From a heart of precious kind
Priceless to a writer
Someone to share their mind

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My Love Renewed

I searched for adventure
A time or two
In my mind I forgot
I needed you

Now I see
That I was wrong
I truly loved you
All along
With all we went through
And all we have done
I couldn't see 
That you were the one

My soul was stored
Locked up until last night
You released it
When you held me tight

Now I remember
Our passion so true
My heart yours forever
My love is renewed

For Dave

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Magical Things

I think I’ll live forever
I think I’ll refuse to die
Plant my body in the ground
My spirit’s going to fly

Please come fly away with me
Once this journey is complete
Universe can be our home
Our own magical retreat

Two celestial bodies
Darling lets take to the sky 
Forget the why, when or how
This dream is for you and I

Gliding upon golden wings
We can dance from star to star
I would travel anyplace 
So I could be where you are

Angel’s dance like fireflies
Through trails of glittering dust
In heaven magical things
Exist for people like us

It seems we have come so far
Seems the limit is the sky
When I think of who you are
Tears of joy I need to cry

Everything is what you are
You are everything to me
Long as eternity last
My soul shall be one with thee

So let’s live on forever
We will each refuse to die
Plant our bodies in the ground
As our spirits take to the sky

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I am free to choose where I plant my feet,
to ramble down the path and into the sun
In the orange columns cast by lamps on the street
crouch saddened people who have received none.

I am free to choose the order of the words,
whether they roll off my tongue or into my ears
From outside come spilling the songs of birds
They know nothing of chains; they have no fears.

I am free to choose the title of my poem
and embroider each letter with colors my own
Each man’s tale is not for men to condemn 
Only One can reveal seeds the Devil has sown.

So I refuse to choose between silver and gold
I shun all the idols flesh and blood have made
The world passes, time paints masks of old
Slowly, slowly, the mist is beginning to fade.

I refuse to choose the gaping wide river
that asks for an ink heart, rebukes true faiths
The current is noisy, with a cold, secret shiver –
its lukewarm waters swarming with wraiths.

I refuse to choose between Father and Son
for one is the radiance of the other’s glory
There is only one path I am entitled to run
with joy, for I trust He who is writing my story. 

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Pride Never Dies

Bingo halls and liquor stores,
what's happened to this land?
They call it a reservation,
a word you cannot stand.

The deep gut ache that you feel
as native blood boils deep inside
comes from where spirits roam free
with a fiercely eternal pride.

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Judge Not

‘Til heaven quakes and hell erupts
     Judge not the souls of man
But be brave and do not disrupt
     The nature of a plan

Put into place and made with hands
     Much, much superior 
From where I stand and far more grand,
     I am inferior.

Without water thy soul does rust
     Water thy own garden
Believe in thee, in thee—I trust.
     And receive thy pardon

From thy fierce and fiery hell
     Of thy unwanted greed.
If not, I am destined to dwell,
     Lost, with nowhere to feed.

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Journey of Love

         Time is resolutely in motion
       In no captivity or subjugation

Let not the caravan of life halt
Love is a journey not a destination

Winner in Contest "Four, For, Fore" Light & Love
of Debbie Guzzi judged on 11/22/2012


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Compassion Abounds

Compassion does abound in this modern world we live
Where animal and man return ones love to give
An element we all do fear could have taken all their lives
But this was not the day, that fate could contrive

To enter a burning building where their lives take second best
Training and their bravery, a heroes form of zest
Within these darkened realms, aflame and spewing of smoke
Any life that's spared, we deprive the smoking choke

For outside this smouldering building lies a bundle of stirring rags
Blackened canine features, their lives in deadening flag
Whilst alone on the sidewalk a hero sits in thought
Despair hits his heart in helpless strained distraught

His head in his hands now lifted, stirred by whining sounds
Towards him walks the mother, he turns in total astound
Leaning down to pet her, compassion fills his eyes
She licks his face to thank him, all saved and so alive

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A Poet's View on Words

Words are the quintessential mystical fabric and common medium of all poetry.
Words often portray what the poet sees, senses, feels, imagines, and even dreams.
The very magic of poetry comes to life from a deliberate woven process
Of words enveloped into thoughts, metaphors, beliefs, situations, and emotions.

There is a saying in the original Latin: “Verba sunt indices animi,”
Which when rendered in English is: “Words are the indices of the mind.”
Words, in the poetic sense, form the ethereal undergirding for these indices
And beckon all poets to think deeply and precisely—and to challenge their thoughts.

As poets develop and expand the precious word treasures of their minds,
They begin to see and sense over time a deeper understanding of the human psyche,
And a greater appreciation for the complex circumstances and interactions of people
Which drive the human endeavor—good, bad, happy, sad, glad or indifferent.

Words then form the very symbolic arrows in the poet’s quiver to be employed
With thoughtful care and meaning, enraptured intent, and an enchanted vision.
We as poets should strive for nothing less as we reflect on our poetic visions, 
For these can be always visualized in: “Words are the indices of the ‘poetic’ mind."

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 23, 2014)

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He holds a seventy-two year old spoon to her mouth
seventy-two years wed
seventy-two years in the same bed
he holds the spoon in front of her gray framed head
after all, sick or not, frail or not
the lady must be fed
and if anyone was going to do the feeding 
it would be the man who, for seventy-two years she'd been needing
gardening, growing, weeding
seeding the same garden for seventy-two years through sun and rain
seventy-two years easing each others pain
one's devotion is only exceeded by the other

father and mother
with men and women left behind
yet always on their collective mind
the years spent stifling arguments and cultivating love
the many years they had to fix the roof above

his hand shook as the spoon neared her mouth
they'd began in the north but ended up in the south
no cold north wind to battle against, only to lose the fight
no snow to begin in the morning and still be falling past midnight
no white to fight against with an aging back and a discontented wife
but this was their life
and slowly he slips the ground up mush upon her tongue because she could hardly swallow
with no rule book nor informative guide that left them sometimes feeling hollow
each not fearing but expecting death
and so each dawn one would feel for the others breath

so spoonful by spoonful that 72 year old utensil was used for sustenance
he so amorous for 72 years of her divine countenance
he had plagues of his own
but a 72 year old bond had been grown 
alas they would swallow their pride
let their Lord be their guide
the God who had protected them and stifled their tepid tears
and had been doing so for seventy-two years
   © 2012 © copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Then Fate Took It's Turn

My hero to me, was just a simple man
He was ill throughout his life, but he raised two sons
Two jobs he held down until he couldn't anymore
Then fate took it's turn, and turned his heart sore

First was the youngest, on a broken bottle he fell
His artery slashed, was the start of his hell
I recovered from my trauma, nearly losing my life
But my accident increased, his ill health into strife

Over the next two years he was hospitalised
His sons fostered out, in fatherless cries
To children's homes they went, from pillar to post
Yearning for the person, who loved them the most

He gradually recovered, we became a family again
Once again fate took it's turn, returning life's pain
On a Monday night back in nineteen sixty nine
What every parent dreads, returned him to ill health decline

His two boys excited, joining the local Boy's Brigade
Running as fast as they could, for time to be made
The older was faster, he ran well ahead
The younger lagging behind, his little legs so delayed

On turning the corner, all I could see
Was my older brother, running well ahead of me
Without looking left or right, onto the street he ran
A split second later, he was hit by a van

My life entered slow motion, whilst I witnessed it all
To see your brother knocked down, a sibling to fall
He was caught under the van and dragged down the street
At seven years old, too terrified to greet

Over the next six years, his heath gradually became worse
He was more in hospital, in illness immersed
That's why he is my hero, to my lost brother and me
He's the kind of man that I've turned out to be

He had no quality of life, but what he gave meant more
The love for his two boys all through his life's sores
Holding down two jobs through illness and strife
Admirable, that's just a word, he gave me my life

My entry for Crystal Wilkins contest 'My Hero'

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I stood and watched them
One by one by one
Working ever so lovingly
Until all the work was done
There were parents and adults
Kids of all ages too
All this was for
In memory of you-know-who
They were washing headstones
Using shaving cream, to clean
There were so many of them
And even more in between
Others were raking leaves
Some were cutting brush
There were people everywhere
But, no one was in a rush
Some were planting flowers
Together in several rows
There were wheelbarrows
Tractors and even track hoes
They were laying bricks
And also walking about
But, the hardest thing was
Brennan, we were without
He wasn't there in person
He listened to God's call
His Eagle Scout project completed
In spirit, he saw it all

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Hats Off To You {Vignette}

heart flutters bearing the news
appointed poet laureate
bows comrades honoring name
gift gabble raising thy brows
expectations of nil
inspirations for others

Tribute To Poetry

And To All The Wonderful Poets
Here In The Soup Bowl
I Bow To Each

Also Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Poet Laureate Contest
GL All

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Romancing You

Your like a rock, hard and steady, I'm soft like a flower against your skin, you hold my heart, I know I hold yours, I feel the beat of it from within. I touch your lips, trace their lines, you hold my eyes, as you trace mine, we've lost all track of time, as love unfolds between us, so divine. What gentle love we have shared, husband and wife, we both have cared, nothing more than heavenly bliss on earth, between us a deeper love is birthed. Who could stop the flow of time, who could stop this surge of mine, of love that came so softly seeded, when I first discovered it was you I needed.

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How does on measure the worth of a man?
How does one try to surmise it?
Can a man be appraised like a parcel of land?
There are so many things that comprise it;

For the gem of his soul has such faceted cut,
That we're hard put to judge by set standard.
It depends from which angle you're viewing the gem,
How it's depth and it's beauty are rendered;

So how can we measure the worth of a man,
When we can't see all sides of the jewel?
Do we measure the body, the spirit, the soul,
A man is not single, he's plural;

So to even attempt to judge part of a man,
Without giving thought to the others,
Is like trying to sing just part of a song,
It's left lacking as you will discover;

So leave the appraising to He who is worthy,
To judge on the part or the whole;
For once He's refined him the whole man is worthy,
And he comes forth shining as gold.

                         Job 23:10

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A sour scene harasses me
I bite down on bitter words
Rotten souls parading
Wrongfully in heinous herds

Poison pours into streams
The stench violates the air
Choking's heard; muffled screams
The dictators call it fair

Refugees escape some lips
Few stand in brave breaths
Millions safe-kept secrets
More with nothing left

I witness wretched injustices
And carefully clench tight my teeth
My tongue won't make people listen
My hands shall take the lead

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Holy Eucharist

Completes the Christian Initiation
Sublime cause of Holy Communion
Father Christ changed the bread and wine to His body and blood
Participate actively in the Mass


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And Nothing Else Matters

When I fail at what I want to be,
when my entire world shatters,
you stand by me, and hold me,
....and nothing else matters.

When I cannot overcome my fears,
when my entire world shatters,
you comfort me, and dry my tears,
....and nothing else matters.

When life becomes so unfair,
when my entire world shatters,
you smile at me, and show you care,
....and nothing else matters.

When love is blind and cannot see,
when my entire world shatters,
you kiss me, and say you love me,
....and nothing else matters.

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Pop Can Sally

Pop can Sally stock my pop.
Push the new stuff back!
Bring the old stuff to the front
and space them just a crack.

Sell me one to quench my thirst
but make me get my own.
Reaching further to the back
where cooler ones are known.

Take my change from out of pocket.
Thanks for this cold pop.
Refreshing when I pull it's tab
and help to blow it's top.

Guzzling down what rushes out
and soon to quench my thirst.
Swallowing it quickly now;
allowing it to burst.

Empty now a once full can.
Thirsty nevermore.
Thanks to Sally and her pop.
The Pop Can Sally Store.

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I'm Strong Enough

I’m strong enough to take your insults
I’m strong enough to take your pain
I’m strong enough to stem the tears
That threaten to soak my soul like rain

I’m strong enough to take your silence
I’m strong enough to take the neglect
I’m strong enough because I know
That you’re afraid to reconnect

I’m strong enough to take your madness
I’m strong enough to take your fear
I’m strong enough because I know
You can’t survive without me near

So go ahead! Unleash the fury!
Go ahead! Try to make me break!
I will withstand the awful onslaught
Because I know how much to take

I know inside you there is someone
Who’s been hurt right to the core
Someone who has been damaged
When he wanted to love some more

Someone whose soul is soft and tender
Someone who needs to heal in time
That’s why I can take your abuse
Because I know your heart is mine!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Let the Creed be a mirror for you
Look at yourself in it to see
You believe in all
You claim to believe


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I Shall Get Back Our Liberty

Motherland, my native-land,
Thou hast been again reduced to sand;
Once again these men have made you
That Old Woman, my motherland!

I look from here to there about
And my heart crosses this doubt
As how could it ever be:
Can I Not Help My Dear Country?

They freed thee years ago--
They drove out mortal enemy;
But worse fates have brought you down,
These three scores and years three...

Give me your voice my Motherland,
I'll do my best for all to see;
I'll free thee from all--all's enow:
I Shall Bring Back Our Dignity!

In times when your sons leave--
Desert their mother in troubled-sea,
I promise Mother, give a word
And I shall bring back Liberty...!

...Tell me your heart my Motherland,
Share your sorrows do, with me;
None could doubt, I shall bring back:
Get back our lost Liberty.....

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Cupid Shot My Girlfriend

Cupid shot my girlfriend.
He hit her in the head.
It must have been for love
she laid down and she bled.

It's almost been a year
since Cupid found my love
and being with her near
She smells from up above.

I never want to touch her.
I'm frightened of her look.
But still I remain faithful.
My love upon the hook.

I'd hoped we would have children
though now it's much too late.
I've talked to her about them
but she just lies in state.

I miss her perfect kisses.
Moistened, warm and wet.
Though wouldn't give one now
for fear of what I'd get.

I couldn't even hug her
if I was in the mood.
she's covered all in worms
all using her as food.

I say I love her often
and hopeful she will hear.
Though if she were to answer
would be my greatest fear.

She is my darling soul mate
cupid can't be wrong.
Through sickness and in health
and days becoming long.

So thanks I say to Cupid
for finding my true love
but if he'd spare an arrow
I'd love one with a shove.

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Luminous Mysteries

Pope John Paul II instituted a new set of mysteries
 To the Rosary called the Luminous Mysteries.  
It is suggested by the Church 
Say these mysteries on Thursdays.

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Mother Mary

The first Christian 
     In the New Testament
          The first evangelist
               Mother Mary 

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Ever Present Memories

The leaves were golden...brown and brittle
Rustling as the autumn breeze blew
Do I miss it, yes, a little
As my fondness, it there grew

The suns warm rays glanced off the water
Of the pond at the foot of the hill
Each summers day grew hotter
Yes...I miss it still

The Love that filled the Sunday air
Simple, heartfelt and true
A Grandmother's Love, something so rare
And but flew

The visits these days, too short I'm afraid
I can never recapture childhood innocence
But the memories I carry will never fade
No matter the moment, the motive, or absence

One day my spirit, it will return
And I will never leave there again
It is where I will one day adjourn
Forever and ever...Amen

© 2011 Kevin Stock

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An Ode To My Car

It sits there waiting Never complaining Like a devoted little puppy Do we really appreciate What life would be like Without this friend so trusty We take it for granted This mechanical friend Never showing appreciation We should let it know How we cherish it so Our sole means of transportation There once was a time In years gone by Long before the automobile We walked, we rode A bike or a horse Now just sit there at the wheel So treat this friend Like one of the family You will never ever go wrong Her engine will purr Her tires will sing A happy little motoring song! © Jack Ellison 2012

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Waste not the love of a lady

Waste not her love in all it's tender exhibits
Nor take for granted the look in her eyes
Lest her softness be calloused fictitious 
Or her trust in your heart be despised 

The strength of a man lies not in his stature
Nor the kingdoms he's built in his name
It's not in the dreams defeated or captured
Or heroically owning some blame 

The love of a lady discerns what is true
The child's heart that dwells in her man
His need to be nurtured vulnerabilities debut
Entrance to an unguarded land

There's a bravery more gallant 
Than the absence of fear
When in loves sweet embrace transparent
Gratitudes strength displayed by way of unbridled tears

Ah so few things in life so precious
As the slow dance between woman and man
Fewer still are the moments that leave you breathless
When love finds it's way past adversities plan 

I say... Waste not the love of a lady
Your rugged stance will have its due
Lavish her with pure surrender
Her last breath will whisper... "My love is true"

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                                                 REMEMBER ME

Remember me in the morning,
Remember me at night,
Remember me throughout your day,
And all will be alright.

As long as you are with me,
As long as I'm with you,
As long as I can hold you close,
And know your love is true,

Though I forget a hundred things,
As time and ties betide,
I won't forget a single thing,
That we've done side by side;

And when our time is over,
And our song is sung,
I will have not one regret,
when all is said and done.

                                      Judy Ball


For Lost And Found Contest by Catie Lindsey  - ( Repost)

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The Poem You Can Never Read

Sometimes fear can catch our tongues
Keeping truths enclosed
Barring words to pass the lips
Words leaving us exposed

And maybe that's what's safer
Than what I'm about to do
But we only get one life to live
And in my life, I want you

You've been inside my heart now
For a long time, but I've been
Afraid that it was just me
Just a dream that I was in

But then you came and touched me
And the feelings came alive
But I've still kept them quiet
Waiting for the perfect time

But time keeps ticking past us
And perfect, time is not
And life goes on without you here
And this isn't what I want

You won't believe how great you are
Well when you're viewed by me
You're really unbelievable
I just wish that you would see

I've seen you become a man
In the years you've been around
I've seen you go through many things
Seen you be up, and then down

I've seen you fight for who you love
I've seen you win and loose
I've seen you go through hard things
I've seen you have to choose

I've seen how you remember
Little silly things each day
That means so much more to me
Than I could even say

I know we come from different worlds, 
But thats alright by me
I know that there are obstacles
Probably more than I could see

I think I'd go a thousand miles
If I could end up in your arms
You see, you broke through my hearts barriers
Leaving me disarmed

As many things as you are
One thing that you're without
Is eyes to see how much I care
I guess I'll have to spell it out

My heart wants to be with you
For us to have our chance at love
And maybe it would work out
To be all we've both dreamed of

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If I am who I say I am,
And what I claim to be,
It won't be hard to figure out,
My actions tell the story.

I cannot sit 'midst muck and mire,
And claim it isn't so.
I can't ignore the things I'm taught,
And say I'm trying to grow.

I cannot sway this way and that,
And still expect to see,
The same old trust,respect and love,
That once was given freely.

If I'm to keep that love in tact,
It must be guarded fiercely;
Else I may find that love will die,
From being nourished poorly;

For I am what I wish to be,
It's no one's fault but mine.
I cannot blame what I have done,
On some mistake in time;

So if I wish my friends to see,
The dignity I claim,
I cannot hide it deep inside,
While I play foolish games.

                                                                           Living Bible  James 1:26

Living Bible  James 1:27

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The Shovel

Golgotha seemed no risk to view, As the Place of the Skull beckoned anew. My heart hammered for I saw no escape From the man with a shovel and tattered cape. His shovel waved, as if to attack, And he gave the ground a wicked whack. He shoveled some dirt and filled a hole, Then I recalled the story told. After the Crucifixion, like one possessed, To fill every hole was this man’s quest. He said, “I caused His death, to my shame. The hole for the cross was my blame!” I replied, “Sir, he died for you and me, To fill holes in our lives, don’t you see?” As he stood weeping, his mind in shock, I said, “Sir, we need to talk.”

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Faith in Eternal Holy Spirit

Believing Eternal Holy Spirit is to profess
That Eternal Holy Spirit is the 3rd divine person
In the Holy Trinity
Consubstantial with Eternal Father and Eternal Son


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Old Coffee

I'll only charge you fifty cents.
Here, take back the change.
It's old and you won't like it much.
It tastes a little strange.

Thankyou much, but I don't care.
I'll even drink it old.
Please take back your quarters
despite my being told.

No; you take for fifty cents.
I'd rather you do that.
Please take back your quarters
and pay two quarters flat.

Thankyou Sally, that's okay.
You're generous to a tee.
Just fifty cents sounds much too good,
but I will pay your fee.

Go now please; you waste my time.
Please; just take my deal.
The library must have kicked you out
upon your back and heel.

The library's open still to say
I'm only out of time.
The computer simply timed me out
and no one's sorry as I'm.

Come back later if you want
and  you can pay full price.
The coffee will be fresher then
and cost for you suffice.

It's okay Sally
Thanks again.
We'll talk more with you later.
and I will see you -then.

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Soul Mate

One of us is already dead,
One of us is still living,
I can't get out of my head,
All the love you keep giving.

For one of us, our blood is cold,
For one of us, our blood is hot,
My life continues to unfold,
While you have begun to rot.

One of our hearts is still beating,
One of our hearts is now silent,
We have to wait, I keep repeating,
But, somehow you remain defiant.

Your soul will continue to roam,
Your soul mate will always be here,
Here, you shall always have a home,
So, please, please, just stay near.

I know that you are my soul mate,
I know that I am yours forever,
I promise we'll meet on a future date,
We are entwined, and that you cannot sever.

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I woke to you exploring my coastline
finger tracing every hidden, jutted stone
weathered wood
and whipping titanium grass

Your muffled voice in the dark
filling up the creaking tide pools
in india ink
careless and velvet

I find I can only proceed
when it is accidentally breathed in
By muttering into your mouth
words that feel full like marbles, such as:

'I don’t want to say I love you any more'
And so, You flitted in the dark, like a feathery moth
For one singular moment
until I was fairly sure that you were dead

You once told me that you used to fear
I would explode like a firecracker in your hand
Leave you stranded
in gas station bathrooms with leaky mirrors.

Forget to pack your lunch before bed
Slip you words into your pocket
That linger sourly all the day
I'll even forget to write the Christmas cards on time

Faithfully, I remind you 
of the fast filling swimming lessons in turquoise green
The abrasive pad of your finger sending me drifting-
though I am tethered hundreds of thousand years beneath  

You wake me instead from starry night dreams
the sound of coffee pots brewing 
pushing open the airways in my lungs, taking hold
to root themselves in clay instead of dream. 

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True Knight

I used to dream when I was new
Of midnight curls, eyes sapphire blue:
Long years ago, it now does seem
When I was new, I used to dream.

I must confess, as dreams are free
I didn't see you wait for me.
My eyes were shut, my heart no less
As dreams are free, I must confess.

Then years flew by; I woke at last
My childhood dreams became my past.
With just three words, a dance, a sigh
I woke at last – then years flew by.

The love I found, it went away;
I lost your hand one sunny day.
It slipped from mine, fell to the ground:
It went away, the love I found.

My strength, my world, I watched it fade,
Those years of light fell into shade.
My body done, my soul unfurled, 
I watched it fade, my strength, my world.

The past is haze but I’m not done;
I linger on: alone, I’m one.
I fear my grief will drown my days,
But I’m not done – the past is haze.

The love we share, it’s all I need,
For though I’m lost, I know you’ll lead.
I’ll follow you and break despair – 
It’s all I need, the love we share.

(a swap quatrain poem for Andrea Dietrich’s 'Swap Quatrains' Contest)

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The work I do is not the most prestigious one,
from four to twelve thirty I drive...until my shift is done;
a forklift driver rarely takes a coffee-break, 
and being courteous and helpful to customers means a lot.

My long-life dream was to be a songwriter like Andrew Lloyd Webber, but my songs
didn't click...they never made the Top Ten on the Billboard Charts;
and although they didn't sell well to make it my profession, I still hold my thumb up...
that if a famous recording artist performed them, I'd have a huge hit!

My free time is devoted to creating lyrics that I will set to music in late hours;
and I would never be a Mozart, Verdi, or Beethoven if didn't knock on doors
and expose my works to those who would be willing to listen without reluctance...
could one be old and succeed as the young ones with fresher, brighter ideas?

For now, I remain the same blue collar guy coloring more illusive dreams;
many approach me and say," Don't give have plenty of chances!".
I do want to believe that and wear the deserved crown and be lauded as others...  
'till my lucky day comes, I must make a living and have the faith of the achievers.

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Church As Mystery

The Church is essentially both human and divine
Visible but endowed with visible realities
Zealous in action
Dedicated to Contemplation


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Teddy Bear

Alone he sits in my room
    and waits for me patiently,
He was my comfort, my friend,
    he was my security.

Once I showered him with Love
    he was always there for me.
I'd hold him and hug him tight
    in my arms eternally.

My teddy bear was my prince,
    defender against all fears
Great or small, and together
    we discovered new frontiers.

I felt he was a great knight
    against the thundering boom,
And storms ne'er scared me, but now
    alone he sits in my room.

So I picked him up today.
    I embraced him all night long,
And it made me feel so warm
    to know his Love was still strong.

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I Wish

I wish I hadn’t told you
Or…covered the truth with lies
But you’d know the way I feel
Cause it’s written in my eyes

Or maybe you can hear it
When you’re standing close to me
The pounding of my poor heart
As it struggles to be free

I know you cannot fathom
How I could love you this way
You just smile and look amused
Thinking this is all child’s play

Perhaps I AM quite childish
Impulsive in all I do
But beware, I’m ALL woman…
A woman obsessed by you!

You believe it’s just a phase
This craze is not meant to last
If only you could know, dear
That I’m going downhill fast

I have no way to fight it
For my heart my will denies
My soul is so tormented
There are cracks in my disguise

Resolved, I keep my distance
For I know you are not brave
But your heart must surely know
Your presence is what I crave

To touch you is forbidden
To worship you is pure sin
Heaven help this poor woman
There is no way that I can win!

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First Step

I am here on that brink again 
I realize that I never left 
Thought I had moved, but then
I realize I am once again bereft.

Why am I yet again on the brink
Feeling once more that I must always choose?
Why do I always seem to think
That I will be the one to inevitably lose?

Light is shining ahead of me
Darkness is to the back
Shadows in Light I see
Yet,Dark does attack.

I am tired of being lost
I want to finally, FINALLY find
Myself no matter the cost
And to leave Darkness behind.

Can I really do this?
Can I take that step?
I desperately want the bliss
So frantically I do so prep.

I lift my foot to go
Forward and Dark
Fights me, although
My journey does embark.

Can love be there? 
May love I receive?
No longer unaware
I do now believe.

This is no mere affair
That he does so care
So Darkness BEWARE
I do now have my Bear.

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Saraswati's Song

Each morning when I rise before dawn
Before I open closed eyes I may see
The essence of my soul’s *etheric body
That dwells deeply inside of me.

As I look at my face in the mirror,
Or is my face really looking at me?
I see a strange looking lady there
In hopeful longing to be set free.

Saraswati please play your sweet music
On your veena now called mandolin. . .
Please enlighten all of my senses
To discern I’ve been reborn again.

I defer to your wisdom dear Goddess
In knowing of my earthborn plight.
My *karma like an opaque veil is lifted
As your song within my heart takes flight.

This poem is about the realization of my purpose here.

Note: *Saraswati is the Hindu Goddess of music, arts, and wisdom
Saraswati actually plays the kacchapi which is an ancient Hindu musical instrument 
more recently known as a veena which most resembles a mandolin.

*Etheric body:
The etheric body is but one of many bodies of man, reflecting, in miniature, the 
seven planes of the universe. The etheric has been described as a network of fine 
energy strands permeated with fire, or as a web animated with golden light. It is the 
golden bowl. These informative extracts are taken from the writings of the Tibetan 
Master via the books of Alice A. Bailey

*Karma: (Hinduism and Buddhism) the effects of a person's actions that determine 
his destiny in his next incarnation

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I met a man the other day,
His clothing was so fine,
His smile was quite infectious,
And his manner warm and kind.

He said that he had been to schools,
Of great import and stature.
He said he'd studied all the laws,
Of Mankind and of Nature.

He spoke as though he knew for sure,
The destiny of Man;
But then he said to my dismay,
"There is no God or plan."

He said his schools had taught him that,
There is but one conclusion,
The law of all creation just,
Goes back to evolution.

I thank my God in Heaven now,
That I was lowly born,
And never went away to school,
And learned to laugh and scorn,

The One who always loved me most,
And gave me all I need.
Lord, let me stay the way I am,
That I may never lead,

The kind of life,
This man has lived,
And share his destiny.

                                                                              Matthew 10:32

                         "THE WORLD'S SIN IS UNBELIEF IN ME."
                                                                               John 16:9

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Adam's Side Kick

I’ve been a pain in your side “Why let me see…”
“You’re made from God but you say I’m made from thee?”
You talk to the animals and to the sky?
As the moon lights the night you talk to my…thigh?

You want to run bare arse all through the woods
We’ll if you keep doing that you won’t have ANY “goods?”
So, you don’t like the fig leaf. It’s a bad choice?
“Well, use your words! Speak up! You got a voice.”

“You work? So you say. Just what do you do?”
All we eat are the fruits and some vegetable stew.
I cry at the sunrise. I’m not used to these eyes.
And I still can remember being inside God’s sigh.

I cry cause the wind blows dust at moon rise
I’m frightened and wonder what’s the next …SURPRISE!
Neighbors? What neighbors? Toss the leave use a peel
what care I for the wonder of what you’ll reveal.

Eden was wonderful, and ignorance bliss
yet so is the delight of a your so human kiss.
I love you, I’ll stay no mater the plight
and raise up our children and handle the fright.

*dedicated to Larry Belt's Adam / A Pain in my Side

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All my life I longed for you.
You filled my thoughts and dreams.
You'd stand majestic, head held high,
My mind's eye saw the gleam,

Of vibrant health, unbounded strength,
That shone from a glistening coat,
The look of eagles in your eye,
As you moved you seemed to float,

Like the billowing clouds that float across,
The azure sky above.
When I'm with you I too can fly,
I soar on wings of love.

We glide across the meadow,
Beneath the sun lit sky,
We are the best of fellows,
My dog, my horse and I.

I believe God had many reasons for giving us the animals and if we try we can figure out what those reasons are.
For one thing, I believe the first and foremost reason was to TEACH US.
Have you ever noticed they have remained just as He created them?
They never deviated from the original plan.
We, However, have done our level best to IMPROVE on PERFECTION; and we have poisoned the environment and nearly destroyed the entire planet in the attempt.
What is more loyal than a dog?
Animals have shown more self sacrificing  loyalty and courage in the face of danger than we ever dreamed of. They love completely and will willingly sacrifice themselves for our good. How many of us will do that for them? In fact we laugh at those who will.
We KEEP them as long as it is convenient and then cast them aside without a thought for their love or well being or how much heart break they suffer for our uncaring treatment of them. We don't try to understand them at all; but we expect them to understand us. If we are so much smarter than them, how come we have never learned any of this from them? Could it be that we are so selfish and concerned for our own comfort that nothing else matters much to us?
The love we receive from our animals is completely unconditional.
The love they receive from us HAS IT'S LIMITS.
We should give that some serious thought.

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A Real Keeper

... dedicated to my devlish 10 year old grandson!

There's only one way to describe me
Can't wipe off this silly ole grin
A ravishing beauty I've turned out to be
With such gorgeous baby soft skin

With a face of unmatched perfection
Like Clooney and Pitt into one
Movie star stuff, there's really no doubt
Pure awesomeness second to none

It may seem a trifle bit pompous of me
But I'm such a ravishing hunk
Sorry but I can't even stand it myself
Pay no attention to the tabloid junk

I try to lead this exemplary life
In spite of this girlie adoration
A lesser person would certainly succumb
Causing a large brain inflation

Inside I'm really quite a nice young lad
You just need to delve a bit deeper
My surface beauty will surely distract you
But most say I'm a real keeper!

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Sally Perk Your Coffee Pot

Please don't ask for coffee
when only a few will buy.
I'd rather not put on a pot
than leave it to burn dry.

So Sally won't perk coffee now.
It's not the time of day.
And me a patient gentleman
asks for tea this way:

"Sally; put the coffee on"
Sally will say "No"!
And then I'll take a cup of tea
and on my way I'll go.

Sometimes I will get some luck
and Sally serves my wants.
After all; there's too much tea
than this whole world flaunts.

So Sally perk your coffee pot.
I see it's getting busy.
The time has come for you to shine
and free me from this tizzy.

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Oh fish

If God is such a gracious giver
This water was boiling oil I wish,
so straight from the running river
...I'd have instant deep fried fish.

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He lived when Elvis, the Beatles, Johnny Cash and the Rolling Stones
had strings of hits and he passionately hummed those up-beat songs...
dreaming of becoming as successful and famous as they were;
and following his dream, he turned into a big country singer!

Everywhere he went, he carried a heavy transistor radio
and listened to them and learned those country and rock lyrics...
and the longer he sung them, the more he fed his ego,
so he wrote words without music, hoping to create melodies!.

Sitting at the piano as Beethoven did, he frantically played those keys,
blending them with easiest chords; and if they sounded awkward to him,
he would certainly use another chord that was simpler and more harmonic...
so the boy's passion for music grew as he planned to hit many unknown roads!

Up North, people called country stars:  hillbillies with nasal, funny voices
and such names like rednecks caught on; one would be surprised by their remarks,
or at how they unfairly they were discriminated...and they were all proud Americans!
But the boy's passion for music took him to unimaginable heights and riches!

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Know the Desires of My Heart

Life lessons learned through experience
In an undesired fashion
Learning to give up worldly ways
To obtain a Godly passion

My hearts desire was fulfilled
For only a short amount of time
Only after did I notice not all is good
And worldly gain loses its prime

My soul cries out for comfort
Down my face tears graze
All along I should've searched for the One
By Trusting, Worshiping, and Praise

My heart should be so full of joy
And passion for my Savior
That when a man comes into my life
I know it's God doing me a favor

I pray for strength daily
Strength to know my worth and judge not
For the only way to true happiness
Is to seek what Jesus sought

So I ask for God to motivate me
To teach me patience, understand my thoughts
With time I'll know to appreciate unanswered prayers
Instead of examining the 'it oughts"

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Letter to Mum and Dad

Letter to Mum and Dad

Dear Mum, Dear Dad, you're gone from my life.
I remember you now as a good husband and wife.
Dad, I saw you lay there. Lifeless, quite still.
The shocks that they gave you, zapped at my will.

When I touched you, your body, still warm, lips blue.
A far cry from the father, the man I once knew.
Your cheeks in contrast, stood out, quite bold.
Your hand I touched. That memory I hold.

Mum, I never saw you, when you passed away.
You were alone in your bed, so it's for you that I pray.
I remember you most, for the love that you gave me.
Always caring, never judging, I wished I could save thee.

Now that you're gone, I don't feel alone.
You're the best parents in life, this child could have known.
So it's with you in memory, my life has begun.
I remain as always, your ever loving son.

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A Fire Burns

It seems so distant to me now
and memories fade each day
What happened to our way of life?
I really just can’t say

Somehow a stupor settled in 
and apathy laid waste
A generation lost its soul
and values were replaced

My heroes disappeared one day
and rights turned into wrong
Confusion now so strong and clear
To whom do I belong?

Yet now inside a fire burns
I know we're still the best
I pledge allegiance to the flag
my hand upon my chest

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I Guess You'll Never Know

It always starts out so lovely,
Talking all the time - 
“Can’t wait to see you,
I’m so glad you’re mine.”

But time fades the colors,
And makes the petals fall.
What once was so exciting - 
Now seems a little dull.

And I know you’ve had your drama
From people in the past.
They didn’t see what they had in you -
Well, I could’ve fixed that.

I wouldn’t hurt you like she did,
I wouldn’t push you around.
I wouldn’t take you for granted,
I guess you’ll never know now.

I just want you to know this:
My intentions were pure.
And if I’d let myself love you -
It would’ve been for who you were.

I’m learning every fairy tale 
Won’t have a happy end.
‘Cause now I’m sitting here crying,
Missing my friend.

And now we’re looking at a goodbye
Because you just cant seem to see -
Just what you could’ve had
If you’d just picked me.

I wouldn’t hurt you like she did,
I wouldn’t push you around.
I wouldn’t take you for granted,
I guess you’ll never know now.

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Cat Worship

Cats have always been with me
each in their own way 
has run my house, has run my life,
and worried me when they strayed.

White cats like Alice’s Snowdrop
or striped tigers like the Cheshire
Longhaired Coons from Maine
Now those really are a treasure!

Long whiskers speared the dust bunnies
underneath my rumpled bed’s shell
and they found my missing sock
but they would never tell.

My Pixies paws smelled like popcorn!
Her tummy fur was sweet and long
I’ve heard folks have spun yarn from it
which kept them very warm.

I dream, of black cats I have loved
and tortoise shell “money cats”
I’ve thought of them as babies BUT
They didn’t think much of that.

I’d rather have a cat with me
For the rest of the life I’m given
Oh please give me one more cat
before I leave for heaven.  

Dedicated to the Cheshire Cat in Alice

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Sleep Will Come By Soon

Far away seems closer
When we're under the same moon.
When I think of it that way,
The distance doesn't loom.

Miles seem more like inches
When we're under the same stars.
When we're sharing the same dreams,
I feel you right inside my heart.

It doesn't seem so lonely
When I close my eyes just right -
And I can feel your arms around me,
Holding me so tight.

I don't miss you quite as much
When you visit in my sleep.
Even when the bad dreams come,
When you're there I don't make a peep.

When I can feel you closest,
Besides when you are here,
Is when I know you miss me too -
And you're wishing I was near.

So close your eyes my darling,
And picture me with you.
Wrap your arms around me
And sleep will come by soon.

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It's okay to pray;
Do so everyday.
Believe in what you say,
And your life will be changed.

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Obsessively Yours

If you don’t like intensity
Then you better listen to me
Go back to your playhouse, boy
And kindly just let me be.

I’m past the little sweet talk
And I’m past the flirting stage
If you’re unused to passion
Then don’t get caught in my cage

I love with insanity
That borders on obsession
Stop giving mixed signals
Or I’ll make this bold confession

I dream about you all the day
And you’re my fantasy at night
If you knew how I adore you
It’s sure to give you quite a fright

I’m no weakling in the love game
I can fight, destroy, and seize
Anyone who dares look at you
I will torture just as I please

You are what keeps my soul alive
Your smile sets my heart ablaze
When you give that knowing look
I can’t fight back desire’s craze

I’ll be at your beck and call
Fulfill each desire and whim
You’ll have food that’s made in heaven
I’ll fill your love cup to the brim

I want to lie down beside you
See you drift to dream land sweet
I’ll plant kisses on your lips
Till the morning sun you greet

I’m consumed by thoughts of you
And when you’re near I’m set on fire
My days are spent in wistful thought
You’re my only true desire.

I wish that you would want me
In the self-same frenzied way
That gives no chance for sleep at night
Nor restful peace during the day

So if this is all, just way too much
And you feel you might suffocate
Then let me give you freedom, child
I need a man to reciprocate!

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That all is not darkness
There are rays of light
In culture shed by Father Christ
The Light of the world


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Glorious Sunrises Stored

My flashlight has both hi and lo
So I can run, walk, or go slow
Up hill in the sun__down in dark soon
Go downward aided by the moon

For the moon will shine full tonight
But there may be clouds to dull light
On top of hill see world below
Give up its soft early night glow

I'll stay with flashlight in hand glad
For solitude, stillness, note pad
Writing life's events that make sad
Just very short while I will stay

For I will have to rest to face
Day, if the Lord allows the grace
Of being on earth short while more
To receive blessings that are stored

Those blessings that are stored away
Blessings that are packaged for me
If I ask, I shall receive more
Like  glorious sunrises in store

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...for Larry and Mary

Sun's a risin', critters stretchin,'
trailer park's a comin' to,
on my way Mickey D's
for coffee, boy, I'm missin' you!

Papers puddlin' in the driveways,
guess we had a storm or two,
belly's grumblin', heart's a yearnin',
crusty-eyed and feelin' blue.

Windows leakin', curtains drippin',
we are sure not weather-tight,
walkin' stiffly 'til I'm supple,
cravin' you with all my might.

Passing by a yellow homestead,
Mary beckons me inside,
coffee with a neighbour sure beats
'have a nice day,' as your guide.

Larry's tendin' to the cats, I swear 
he loves 'em like they's kin,
three are heathy, full of mischief,
fourth one needs some doctorin'.

Not just coffee, but some bacon,
hashed browns and a mess o' eggs,
community, and gracious livin'
set this boy back on his legs.

She won't let me leave without
a great big hug, a kiss, a treat,
and a pack of cigs from Larry
make my gloomy day replete!

I'm still longin' for my sweetheart,
phantom kisses, hugs and such,
but with this couple's downhome carin'
it don't seem to hurt as much!

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Time tells us we've not long
Except my time with you
Moments slow down and I hold on
To all my time spent with you

I know we have our ways
That hinder us from letting go
And clinging to just each other
For fear that heartache will show

But baby please understand when I say
You've captured me heart and soul
Your inner strength and emotion send chills down my spine
My affection for you can only grow

I want us to be happy
Consistently day by day
Let's work through any issues
And hear what each other intends to say

Actions speak louder than words
And my actions will prove true
Just give me your trust and devotion
I'll do nothing but respect and honor you

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Last Love

First loves are precious
The memories burn
The faces are there
Wherever you turn

The sweet memory
Of tasty first kiss
How moist the lips felt
How full of pure bliss

The mad beating heart
About to explode
Unable to cope…
With this overload

The look in the eyes
That can quickly melt
The caressing hand
Making passion felt

As sweet as all this
Can be to the soul
It is the last love
That can make one whole

The last love that speaks
Of tender regard
That will be there to aid
When the way gets hard

The last kiss of love
When life ebbs away
A promise to meet
On that blessed day

Last love is tender
It knows where it’s been
It has loved and loved
Through thick and through thin

Last love has reason
Not flighty but real
Based on decision
Not just what you feel

My first kiss burned you
My second was sweet
My last one, darling
Will be the best treat

First love is silver
The last one is gold
On tried and true love
My heart is now sold

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Keepers of THE MAN CAVE

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
A revelation dawned today
I've seen the refuge built
Where the boy in a man be saved

Sandbox space with trucks arrayed
Standing guard your sacred forts 
Battles wars and raids dissuade 
Your hearts from changing their course

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Protectors of cyber space
Guarding testosterone sanctuaries 
This teenage "sacred place"

Slaying your dragons on congenial battleground 
Plastic guns hunt the miles cross hemispheres 
Where the sound of "what the hell" resound
Joyfully filling the hours of your years

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Fantasy football and Game Day paraphernalia 
Seduction and booze hanging on your walls
Left women thinking it was life dysplasia 

When in truth it's not that at all
The weight you carry O'the strain of man
Under constant burdens fearful you'll f
When In the joy of being boys you could stand

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Filled with reminders to be young
Hotties looking desirously toward you 
Your reprieve from things still undone

Some of us know and even understand
Your right to the "Man Cave" anomaly
And the necessity for which it stands
The place to bear up under all life demands

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Your work it never ends
And on YOU your family relies 
Your eyes and shoulders shrouded in strength 
But it's a long row to hoe for you guys

So when the weary comes to patronize
Let the boy in you have his day
It's a right of passage signified
A man can stand if he's given to play

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Keep guard against perilous fight
For that boy in you keeps our man tender
And in your arms all our world is right

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You Were Always There

I wouldn't think you need 
to be told how much I care.
You've always known how much it meant
that you were always there.

You were there when I was hungry.
You were there when I was cold.
You were there when I was young,
and I'll be there as we grow old.

In a family full of turmoil.
With a heart so full of pain.
I always could take comfort
from a visit with Aunt Jane.

You've been the hand to guide me
when I looked for someone near.
I miss you since you've moved away.
To me, you are so dear.

I hope I can repay you
for the precious gift of love
you gave to me throughout my life.
For you, I thank God above.

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Read It and Heed It

read it and heed it this is my warning
take what you want but reap what you sow
is eternity worth the price
for what you think you may know

you've given up on your life, your dreams
you're left here standing hollowed
where the strong have lead
the weak have surely followed

this body is your vessal
this life is your open sea
your hate and contempt shall leave you shackled
forgiveness, this is truth, shall set you free

this is my warning i heed unto thee
you came into this life with good intent
yet the life you lead is far more tainted
to free thy soul thine must repent

love your family for we are all but one
do unto others as ye be done
try to be happy...
life is meant to be fun.

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Jesus and I

He is the great creator.
The world's protector.
The life changer.
The love provider.

I, one of His creations.
Beneficiary of his protection.
One whom He changed the situation.
One who witnesses His great affection.

He who suffered for others.
He who is the son of our Father.
He who makes us to be together.
He who helps us forever.

I who receive His salvation.
I who is part of His legion.
I who is lucky to be with His companion.
I who will always make Him an inspiration.

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They Know Not What They Are

And if they know not what they do
The lonely weary souls
Who share the common goal
Imbibe a sense of disbelief

They wander aimless through and through
Panic stricken sullen
Risen and the fallen
Reality obscured by grief

To make amends from me to you
My proposition is
Give solace and forgive
What timeless would consider brief

End excursion black and blue
In the deepest ocean
Swim through tears forgotten
The joy we'll feel from such relief

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By serene temple grounds,
We kinsmen gather round;
Say our prayers profound,
Joss-stick fumes now surround.

An unbroken chain spells,
Heed the loud temple bells;
Family ties weave tell
In chanting trance that dwells.

We come here to commune,
Our prayer tokens tune;
Let grateful hearts attune,
Watch the smoky ash runes.

Knowing the life we see,
Seed common mystery,
Poise of eternity,
Stillness in harmony.

Before life a sure feel,
This mortal life a thrill;
Then after life reveals
An unending appeal.

The soul comes round and round,
Upon these earthly grounds;
Life lives not lost but found
In grace and light and sound.

Learn then to purge all fear,
For love seeds zest sincere;
Live joy and peace that cheers,
Life goes on in all spheres.

The death of flesh transits,
Life of another wit;
Love poise in easy fit,
Discern the truth in bits.

Leon Enriquez
02 February 2015

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Let Those Who Have Ears Hear

A pilgrim stood at an intersection of time and space
Waiting for a sign, a revelation, some kind of saving grace
Questions heavy as a millstone made him hang his head low
Wondering why the heavens are silent; why it is sadly so

The melody of a song suddenly reached his ear
It was soothing, dissipating dark clouds of fear
He forgot about his questions and worries for an instant
In that moment joy and happiness from him were not so distant

The music filled him, vibrating, shaking his every cell
This ecstasy lasted till the sudden tolling of a funeral bell 
To make it stop he ran to the temple and pushed open the door
But by then the melody was gone, and he could hear it no more

“No, no! It couldn’t have gone, it couldn’t have died!”
“Give me back my hope, my faith!” desperately he cried
The sound of death was too loud, harsh and strong
But to listen with the heart one can never go wrong

The joyous melody was always there – now he knew
It never left him, away from him It never flew
It was the symphony of death with its barbarous beat
Trying to hide It - hoping that they two would never meet

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Message Has Been Seen

You’re much too proud to answer
Don’t want to appear too keen
But every single message sent 
Has a check mark…meaning “seen”!

Won’t start up conversations
You won’t ask me how I’ve been
You keep it all under wraps
But my messages are…..”seen”!

You won’t come out and say it
But I know you’ve checked the screen
You answer what’s in my eyes
For my messages you’ve “seen”!

Sometimes I get so angry
I resolve myself to wean
From writing all my feelings…
But then the message comes…”seen”!

And so I keep on writing
Though you TRY to act so mean
At the end of every day
All my messages are…..”seen”!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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You Don't Want to Love Me

You don’t want to love me,
You’re scared of giving in.
Just don’t want to take the leap -
Because of where you’ve been.

You don’t want to love me -
Because it’s far too real.
Because you know how hard you’d fall,
If you let yourself feel.

You don’t want to love me,
You’re scared you’re not enough.
You think we would fall apart
When times in life got tough.

You don’t want to love me,
I’m too close of a friend.
I’m different than the others -
Territory where you’ve never been.

In all your reasons not to,
In pushing me away,
In denying how you feel -
I think you’ve loved me every day.

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For All My Life

You're the something different in me
That just can’t be explained
And the comfort that I cling to
When the world is pouring rain

You're the the music in my laughter
And You healed my eyes to see
You’re the gentleness that’s in my soul
You're all that's good in me

You were there with me when life began
And You've held me when life ends
You remember every bedtime prayer
You are my first best friend
You've dried so many tears
With all the things that I've been through
And chased them with such cheerful laughs
Because You knew I'd need those too

And we’ve gone past second chances
About a million times ago
You have always been my champion
You never let me go

You've pulled me safe through things
I didn't know I could survive
And somehow used them for your glory
When I'm on the other side

You’ve shown me grace in portions 
That I surely don’t deserve
And you've kept every promise
In every letter of your word

I’ve never been alone a moment,
Because with me is where you are...
And I will love no one like you for all my life

You will always be my first love
Because I don't deserve You
But You loved me anyway

I will love no one like You for all my life

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I'm a man who goes through time
by toasting away the present.
I'll neither wine or dine
unless I'm seen a peasant.

I'll raise my glass to health:
to fortune and good faith.
I'll cherish those with laughter
who love me without scathe.

I'll heed a joyful dancer
who floats my spirit close.
And thank the God above
for grace in greater dose.

To bed I'll say my prayers.
The futures in my hands.
...but thanks goes to the lord
who includes me in his plans.

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Whom we believe

What we believe is important Even more important is the One in whom we believe Father Christ started Catholic or Roman Catholic Be careful with whom started what you believe 4102013

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Black Hair

A black-haired dirty thinker
your words invade my head;
where lust and thirst become me
and love will see me dead.

Your body build a sailing ship.
Your keel at my back.
Your nods upon the ocean-
my death from your attack.

A bum to form a segment.
A fruit as firm as day.
A touch to stun the surface.
A helm to clear the way.

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Seeking Trouble

The devil seeks trouble
Like a roaring lion
        Devours double
We are God's scion

Stlye after the writer George Herbert...

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At Night Thinking

In the hospital wanting you
        At night thinking of you_awake
For how many hours and long days
        Will be glad to be home_goodness sake

Hello poetry soup have_missed you
        The long seconds seem to just crawl
In the hospital room no wind
         Trapped within these four gray plain wall

Alone this one woman_one man 
        All the staff here has been so kind
But this is not where I want to be
        Suffocation plays on my mind

Life has a trap_caught in its ways
        What a story to sing and tell
How when one truly does love
         The story of life always ends well

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Your Eggrolls Are Dry

Your eggrolls aren't dry.
Your eggrolls aren't wet.
You say they're just right.
like it's some sort of threat.

You hand me an eggroll
along with a plum sauce.
I can tell you're still mad
as your eyes start to uncross.

This time there's no bag.
could it be a small hint.
Is it time to say sorry
for that eye with a glint.

It's a fresh tasty eggroll.
Not too dry; nor to wet.
It's your present to me
with my thanks and my debt.

I can never repay you
for the food you confect.
but more than your eggrolls
it is you that's perfect.

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So swiftly our passage brief,
Our old house looks lonely sad;
Now like a stranger I grief
Upon the place once most glad.

Just way back when we lived here,
Yet now we know sad refrains;
There is a space for lost cheer
That struggles to come again.

New mail keeps trail to old place,
I spy that old window view;
Reminders of that old space
Where birdsong trance fondly cued.

My caretaker friend greets me,
Watch happy nostalgia free;
Coming back makes me cheery
Yet tinged with melancholy.

We chat and he tells me tales,
Updates with sanguine new bites;
Who's doing what as complaints wail,
We laugh upon silly swipes.

So much have changed since your time,
He tells me about his pains;
I hurl old reasons in rhyme,
Take it easy with disdain.

Indifference marks the mood,
Complaints seem mostly petty;
I try to make him see good,
Work to upkeep things calmly.

So from time to time I call,
Check upon his company;
Sit with tea as chat installs,
Fond laughter fits melody.

Here's to you my good old friend,
Who made things yet more breezy,
Then as Nicole Green felt grand
When simple life was easy.

The love we found in that house
Is more than enough for each;
Now here, I sit, stare and browse,
Visualise days wealthy rich.

The places we call home fill,
Linger in sweet memories;
We may leave them but still feel
Fond swirls and twirls tell stories.

Leon Enriquez
18 December 2014

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Whenever life seems like a tumultuous insurrection
Whenever living begins chasing me
Whenever it attempts to erase me
I always run in the same direction

Whenever denial defies my ample  need
Whenever a festering sore begins to bleed
Whenever I feel like an outcast from a righteous breed
I fly for the same heading with ferocious speed

Whenever the sun is conquered by the rain
Whenever pride is negated by disdain
Whenever by hopelessness hopefulness is slain
I run to the same source to heal my pain

Whenever I feel as though I cannot tread another misery laden mile
Whenever beauty begins to vie with the vile
Whenever boredom keep the shadow stuck in one point on a sun dial
I chart a course wherein I am rewarded by a smile

Whenever stagnation or stupidity prevents me from doing what I know how to do
Whenever frightening are the tarot cards that I drew
Whenever I awake to the promise of a sky that won’t ever  turn blue
I run to my only source of confirmed comfort which is you
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Dont Ever Think Ive Forgotten

Don’t ever think I’ve forgotten
Or that somehow I do not care
I wonder what’s become of you
And the reason you’re never there

Don’t ever think I don’t wonder
How you spend your day and night
I do hope and pray you are well
And that your life is filled with light

Don’t ever think that I’m indifferent
Take my silence to mean I’m cold
I’m afraid that my words will betray
And you’ll think I’m brazen, bold

Don’t ever think I don’t read
Every single line that you write
I read, I go over and ponder
My heart troubled in the night

I am certain that you are aware
That I hold you in high esteem
You’re good, judicious, and kind
Yet you’ve forgotten how to dream

For now I must keep my distance
And sometimes I just want to weep
That my traitor mind works against me
But my heart your m’mory will keep

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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The late night phone call

So what's up?  She asked,
Turning Dave down.
It's me once again
Please Dear, don't frown

And don't laugh too much either
At the worst thing for sure
I got from your haystack
Seems there's still yet no cure.

About your Mom...
She won't answer my letter
But you wouldn't have anything to do with that
Could you help and make it better?

So how long's it been?  She asked,
Not really knowing.
Too many moons
Oh dear, perhaps I should be going

'though let's hang on a bit longer
Since we don't talk real much
Anything I can do for you?
Should we try to stay in touch?

Do you need some help for something
That you and yourself can't handle?
For the sake of los gemelos
Do you ever light a candle?

So where've you been?  She asked,
Too tired to fight the yawn.
Oh here and there and all over
Yes Dear, someday we'll yak 'til dawn

But, do you have enough to live on?
And your children are they well?
Is there a man to fix the broken things?
It's okay for you to tell.

Oh well, you're sleepy now
You need to go to bed
Sweet dreams to make you happy, Dear
After the line goes dead.

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The Poor Man's Fortune

There's something from the Chinese
that's called the poor man's fortune.
when back in the beginning
was thought of as misfortune.

My story starts with Sally Trac
A waitress in a chain.
One courteous and generous
that no one would call vain.

Each day would be a badgering
where Sally'd pester me.
and I'd return the pestilence
Our humor running free.

I'd order up a coffee milked.
A coffee Sally'd make.
The moment came up often
as the days turned into wake.

In sipping it I'd soon relax;
when tapped upon the shoulder.
And turn around where Sally'd be
Her smile come close as bolder.

An outreached hand to beckon me
presented me with cookies.
Them broken and no fortunes,
as if to come from bookies.

Without their guidance I was lost
unless you count their portions.
For Sally giving cookies free
would be the poor man's fortune.

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Angels in the Winds

Angels in the winds
High above the waters
In a land not forsaken
By God’s own gracious hand.

I count the glowing windows
As I pass them in the night
Rows of little beacons
Showing me there is life.

Moments of comfort,
I am at peace
In the silence of the darkness
As angels watch over me.

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You will never meet him
Never embrace
Never have a meaningful conversation
Never lovingly kiss his face

You will never touch him
Never tangle your fingers in his hair
Never realize his dreams
Or exchange a loving stare

And because he rejected you
You've reshaped him as something you could despise
And brought a vendetta upon his family
Waging a war of bitter, empty lies

And yet, he is so much more 
Than your limited mentality could create
The jagged, pathetic lines of jealousy
Put limitations in their place

Yet, you desire what you call a monster
You have lost at your own game
And he will never forgive you
Never hear you speak his name

You hold him hostage to your dreams
Try to rob him of happiness and wealth
Disgust him with your obsessions
But the biggest victim you've created is yourself

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Listen for meaning,
Meaning in seeing,
Seeing true being,
Being in becoming.

Listen for a voice,
Voice that claims bold choice,
Choice in crystal poise,
Poise that must ever rejoice.

Listen to the light,
Light that feeds plain sight,
Sight in cheery flight,
Flight that feelings turn right.

Listen for a flow,
Flow in fiery glow,
Glow that calm now grows,
Grows as wise finesse shows.

Listen to the soul,
Soul that knows a whole,
Whole beyond twin poles,
Poles offering clear roles.

Listen to a theme,
Theme for haunting dream,
Dream that puzzles scheme,
Scheme in taunting extreme.

Listen for a sign,
Sign in distinct finds,
Finds that fit design,
Design in merge of minds.

Listen and follow,
Follow that hollow,
Hollow in marrow,
Marrow that feels swallow.

Listen if you must,
Must adjust your trust,
Trust in weary dust,
Dust that knows empty rust.

Leon Enriquez
04 November 2014

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The Master Ring

In ancient times, inside a treasure was a ring
It was known us the master ring or the ruling king
It was made of the finest pure gold
When worn it became an extension of one’s soul

It was made to control one’s thoughts and intentions
It was built to master one’s deeds and discretions
The ring always satisfies a wish
It must be a wise wish, not selfish

Once the ring is out of one’s possession
One becomes vulnerable to demonic suppression
Used selfishly it pressed painfully upon the finger
Worn frequently one becomes a spiritual figure

Our conscience is just like the master ring
It drives us to respond to our king
It directs and regulates our emotion
It is the key to a dynamic devotion

When we do act selfishly it presses against our soul
To listen to our conscience should be our ultimate goal
When we do right it gives peace within our hearts
When we obey it convicts and imparts

Now the purpose of the commandments is love from a pure heart, from a good conscience, and from a sincere faith- 1Timothy 1:5

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Alluring are all these things in life in 
which one may become fond in 
Calling upon all to climb up on their 
own stage; free will regardless of 
the age
When it comes to receiving nothing 
in life grants you knowledge more 
than does reading
Engage in life to gain experience this 
sets up a phase, be your own sage

Those of you who can come to 
understand now is the time climb 
up out of the sand
Tuning into one’s own inner yang, 
requires one to hear the bells when 
the ring
Believing that you sit in his right 
hand one comes to realize that life 
is grand
It all depends on the choice of 
words which you cling they display 
the song you sing

The Creator always comes to your 
aide, no matter your individual 
A clue to each and every perversion 
exist inside all culprits arson
The sound of the first grenade is the 
signal to the enemy; begin the raid
The soul is the intent to blacken in 
the words discharged by these evil 

In there attempt to acquire all 
things delicious they embrace the 
If one does want to recognize their 
spin, all you have to is see how they 
Why they stay so furious, their will 
belongs to all things they find 
Failing to see their despicable yin
leads all down the path of 
committing sin

There will be way far too few able to 
pay the bill on the last day it is due
After relentless tearing your soul 
will continue its everlasting searing
After you realize that there has been 
a coup you will not all be able to sue
Tortured and tormented you are 
now filet and sauteed burning 
without ending 

*****  For the "Word Game 
Contest" sponsored by Catie 

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Love's Fire 2K11

Stroll into those heart shaped portals of fire,  
Where civilizations of souls have and  
shall be set aflame there amidst love's fire;  
Each lover, a grain of sand in love land.

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The Wannabe

I hear the scream in every thought of every life on our world Which is tearing its self appart Few will hold it together so around by eachother we’re twirled And I can’t stop it breaking my heart

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What's more passionate
that closing dreamy eyes
to lips that surrender...
isn't it a lover's passion?

Summer should be blamed,
for the  strong scent of its flowers 
that is inhaled while kisses are given, 
but that's the secret of every lover!

In Fall days no longer seem eternal,
as a lover's passion increases with the chill;
perhaps their fire is more intense in this season...
when warmth is denied by the parting sun!

Leaves begin to fall and paths
are adorned with loveliness, that's where all lovers
stroll to rekindle the passions of by-gone seasons;
and yet spring is their favorite.

What's more intimate than caresses
given by warm hands followed by a kiss?
Isn't a lover's passion expressed gently as lips draw closer,
to replenish what was lost in remote time as those yesterdays?

Our desire is more than a mutual feeling,
it lays its hope on faithfulness to revive
that promise recited in revered silence as soft whispers;
life will end, but this lover's passion never will!.  

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Sunday Morning Services

Today I walked down my church's aisle
Through the meadow and round the bend
The choir erupted in glorious  sound
Hearing birds their song to heaven send

The sun on the water  reflected
A sweet rainbow of every hue
As beautiful as any stained glass
Piercing color, short lived but true

My prayers drifted on gentle breeze
His house alive with wild flowers
I read from the book of living and
Was  cooled by the summer showers

When at last he comes among us
I think he might walk in this wood
And speak to his waiting children
"This I made for you...and it is good..."

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Manifold Blessings

Shadows stretch, and hungrily
they gobble up the cold and homeless,
Joe and Mary shiver, searching 
street fronts for some sign of meekness.

Mary is pregnant, Joe is jobless,
faith and hope belie their plight,
all is dark, but wait, a flicker
penetrates the inky night.

Ken and Ted's auto repair shop,
first to greet the business day,
a welcome in with smiles and hugs, 
our supplicants have found a way,

a refuge from the icy blackness,
blankets and a warming brew
revitalizes souls in torment,
homemade biscuits, homemade stew.

Daylight breaks, it's Christmas morning,
Ken and Ted know time won't cease
for squeaky fan belts, faulty starters,
broken soul mates seeking peace.

German shepherds watch in awe
as Mary's baby cries and sputters,
workers give what they can muster,
"Praise the Lord!" the 'midwife' utters.

A lowly place, a sacred mission
celebrated there this day,
Joe and Mary ever thankful,
all God's Children kneel and pray.

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I knew I loved you    the very day we met

our God and Father showed me            a heart I’ll not forget

it doesn’t matter   how far        you are            away

my words  will always       my thoughts of you betray


I have plunged into your thoughts    like a pail within a well

dived within their depths                  where your realities do dwell

if I had not these things     in you ever seen

no love from me               would I you ever bring


I’ll never support injustice            or those unmerciful and mean

the things that engage me     the qualities of our King

to hold the scepter                   one must fulfill imperial Law

not written in stone     but upon the hearts its draw


Ever am I aware                  of my need for you

a character so solid     whose strength can see me through

to remain with me                 you must learn the paths of Truth

ever seek Jahs guidence                      leave the errors of your youth


Did you not know     that I would be sent to you

or believe the answer             to your prayer was true

I confess I never thought             to find any who

would hold onto my heart        in the way you do


God will never let you near me         till you understand the cost

to resurrect a true love           from your former life be crossed

exclusive devotion in unity            and a bond of one

to glory in each other               like our Father and his Son


You are outstanding          no man I know compares to you

there is acuity in                   everything that you pursue

a self awareness              that the majority have lost

but that pursuit of itself                    has had its own cost


I want to tell you I love you                  and will never part

want you by my side          not just living in my heart

I shall never find                           another who is the like of you

the gems within your heart                they are what me drew


Awake Awake oh sleeper                  dreaming in the dust

you must die to hatred        rise in Love you must

there is a price for True Love             most here not willing to pay

so they settle for just  anything      that gets them through the day


How many tears           alone have you cried

the feelings you do           not share             but hide

kept the suffering          and afflictions       untouched inside

left to yourself         because your trust had died


I offered you this gift                 but you turned me away

but it is still remaining       like the light of day

it was made just for you           thats where it does belong

to deny something so precious             is not just but wrong


But this is how we grew up       the World in which we live

dedicated to the pursuit of self   from ones heart don’t give

like Christ we keep on waiting              for you to return our Love

there is no greater Gift in Life                  a present from above



source: Life and the Song of Solomon

and the Words of Christ Jesus



COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller

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Catholic Believes

What the Catholic faith
Believes about Mother Mary
Based on what it believes 
About Father Christ


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FREE CEE death on dads day

                     DEATH ON DAD'S DAY

dear dad, i know you can't read this now
and i always wanted to apologize but never knew how
and today it still remains the same
because i alone accept all the blame

you gave me the means and ways to be wealthy and rich
and now, today, on father's day, life ain't noting but a *****
it bites, it stings and i can't say a word to ashes in an urn
but in the end i know precisely where my soul will burn

i put you through hell a thousand times or more
you bailed me out of jail and still let me through your front door
well now that door is no more and either are you
and there's nothing a recalcatrant son can do

i can't say i'm sorry to a ghost who haunts me to this day
and since six months ago i grieve every single day
all you wanted ever was a son you could be proud of
and instead you got a villain who abused the word love

so if you could only see my tears
as i gaze back over the years
i think you'd understand and believe
that my only repentance is to wail, cry and grieve
  (c) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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I have painted a red sunset for a special valentine
on the largest and finest canvas known to  Mankind,
with happy visions of lovers sailing on a ship dazzled by light,
hoping that love will make their adventerous hearts bind! 

Come, sweetheart let's escape and dream,
where this rose-petals-covered sea may lead,
with your head resting on my shoulder, and my warm hands
hands spread across your fast-beating revive romance!  

I have honored the memory of this Cupid's day with sweet intent,
with something that will outlast beauty and time,
and without a signed name to identify its artist...
they will gess who he was and feel how intense was his desire!

Let's sit on the deck and watch the parade of the erogenous stars,
and each of them is a dream that will be revealed by fate as kisses
inflamed by passion, make love more intense and pleasurable...
nothing we'll be withheld, or left unsaid in these embraces so sentimental!  

I have painted a red sunset for a special Valentine,
for that one deserving recognition as a token of my endless gratitude;
and my dedication will unveil the scope of my amplitude...
cherish it, lover to remind you of someone whose love was too sublime!

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Sally Stocks

Ducked below the counter
retrieving cans of pop,
Sally hidden from our view;
the counter lined on top.

Seven rootbeer, thirteen cola
three in gingerale.
Some are red, some in blue,
some are green and pale.

Pressed together warm with gas
grouped in every label.
Sally careful not to drop
or bang to keep them stable.

A list of sodas penciled down
on just a scrap of paper
as Sally fills her wanted list
and adds them as they taper.

A stubby fridge for holding pop;
it's glass door sealed cool.
As Sally tugs to pull the handle;
and acts more like a mule.

On opening she sees their place
and soon begins to stock.
She fills each hole to face them up
and sorts them block by block.

The fridge is full; the job is done;
it's shut and sealed in peace.
And Sally steps behind the counter
to see her sales increase.

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free cee IF ONLY she's been alive forever and she wrote the very first poem

              IF ONLY

I know we have so much to share
and so many essential facts to bare
sometimes it seems as if we share the same heart
and if only we weren't born so far apart

we correspond with words typed on a page
and my admiration for her is quite difficult to gauge
somehow it's as if she knows what i'm going to say
but alas, we grew up so far away

women have come and gone so soon
some took the big dipper, some the moon
but this lady, and I don't know why
has now returned to me the entire sky

darkness loomed above me all day long
and i would hide my feelings but i'm not that strong
it really doesn't matter because i'm familiar with defeat
and it's a shame we never met or will ever meet
    © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Lost Soul

She glowed
as I grew nearer
to knowing her the better.
The Devil take her soul
that I as much not met her.

Yet still her heart cried out.
Her fever I remember.
Her many stifled thoughts.
Her brain a silent member.

The time it took it's toll.
No interest of concern.
Were she my beckon call
then nothing I would learn.

Then shock of moving forward
to leaving my own fate.
My head upon the bread board.
A slicing for my mate.

The Devil looked the happy.
Deception my first thought.
I'd hit the ground while running
My future in a knot.

My God a man of words
appeared to say go on.
My fight began from there.
The rose leading to dawn.

The days have left me weary.
My memories almost gone.
There's comfort in my knowing
I'm waiting as am drawn.

...and love a passing thought
that anywhere she be...
My love will always count
should she come back to me.

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Shannon's Well Come!/ Ireland, 2003

Arched as a Gothic Temples dome,
Arched as the wood of Cupid’s bow,
Arched as the back of Atlas bent,
The rainbow stretched from end to end.

Full of goodness, God and Goddess,
Each new dew-drenched droplet wreathing,
The checkered hills and bulwark cliffs
Where mans myth and mystery sleep.

No pot of gold, or leprechaun,
Could transform splendor to compare,
To the crystalline colored pallet
Which lay languid in morning's air.

Full of glory to the highest,
Each bright prism particle paired,
With all creation’s precious hues
Dancing, dreamily in the air.

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The Buddha lost his mother
in the act of giving birth.
Then ran out on his father
and all his worldly worth.

He seperated from his wife
and abandoned his own child.
Then broke up with his friends
to go out in the wild.

The Buddha now a stranger
Who's ties were cut in half
who left his friends and family
taught us how to laugh.

I wrote this poem to show the Buddha was a hypocrit.
What I should also say is that you may HAVE to lose
the very thing your after to gain it back or just to
keep it.

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I reckon I'd let
a seed speak for itself. 
Too often though,
it doesn't flower.

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The new heaven and the new earth

Eternal God is preparing 
A new dwelling
A new earth
In which righteousness dwells

4142014 CCC no. 1048

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Owe no man anything but love,
And pay off all your debts;
And when you give, give from the heart,
And all you give, forget.

Be willing just to lend your aid,
To anyone in need.
Don't worry 'bout your recompense,
Or tally your good deeds;

For that just leads to selfish pride,
And generates contention,
And paves the way for much discord,
And clouds the spirit's vision;

But look ahead at all the things,
The Father's done for you,
And all the things He's doing now,
And all that He will do.

Then ask yourself what you can do,
To show appreciation,
For all that you've received, No Charge,
Save love and veneration.

              Romans 13:8

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Thanksgiving Day will soon be here.
Our thanks list we prepare.
Forgive us for the grief we feel
At one more empty chair.

You never promised we’d be free
Of sorrow and of woe.
You  pledged only you’d be with us
As through the trials we go.

At each sad step we took, dear Lord
We felt you by our side.
We are grateful for your presence
In all the times we’ve cried.

Now although we are all missing
His presence and his smile,
We are thankful that you lent him
For just that little while.

Our hearts are full of thankfulness
For all things You have  given.
And  for the one  whom we  so loved,
Who’s with you  now, in Heaven.

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Don't Forget the Roses

The doctor found me and tapped me on the shoulder.
She said I’d better hurry, that you were fading fast.
I had gone for coffee. You had drifted off to sleep.
I guess I really didn’t believe, our forever wouldn’t last.

I took a breath outside your door, and then pushed it open.
It was stupid. A breath couldn’t stop my hands from shaking.
Your dad had said your mom had needed to see him strong.
How strong can a rock be, a tear away from breaking?

You’re lying there, frail as a doll made out of china.
I saw your eyelids flutter as I walked over to the bed.
You asked who’s there. I said, it’s just me sweet baby.
Then took your hand, wishing I were dying instead.

I lied, when you asked if it has suddenly got colder.
When you said, everything around you was growing dim.
I shook my head, and said it’s just getting a little cloudy.
You know how cold and wet this spring weather has been.

You said rain is good for your garden, then mouthed come closer.
I could barely feel your breath, as it brushed against my ear.
You whispered, Honey don’t forget to weed my roses.
Remember, their all supposed to be in bloom this year.

I go to say, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of your babies.
But the words get drowned inside my broken mind.
You’re gone, and God how I wish I was going with you.
Half a heart, half a love, should never have to stay behind.

I never really knew how much I truly loved you.
Now I know how cold it can get, when the fire’s finally gone.
How hard it is to take a breath, when the air is rare and thin.
I thought I knew how much I truly loved you. I was wrong. 

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How beautiful you look tonight
against the setting sun
No greater vision have I seen
so lovely my JeDonne

A golden silhouette I see
now captured for all time
Like photographs we look back on
forever in my mind

An artist would give all to see
what I behold right now
He'd know it was a masterpiece
if he could paint somehow

JeDonne it seems the sun now waits
refusing to depart
How glorious and wonderful
you've even seized his heart

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Guiding Choice (Quatrain)

The heart and mind battles with faith and hope entwined.
Each heart has hope for faith with empowerment for glory.
Our minds analyses factual existence,
He gave us both, heart and mind, choice the different guidance.

quatrain form in a poulter's measure style for Brians contest.

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For every good work
Every indly thought
Or tiny act of helpfulness
Eternal God gives a reward


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Thin thistle Sally as tall as bread.
Spirit and charm her senses.
Black silky hair covers her head
as light coming off her suspense's.

A pin of a woman on top her feet
defying to ever be knocked.
A curse to that culprit who ever would.
A punishment them to be docked.

Her body dared leaning into the wind.
A soul bent with vengeance for right.
A pride left for offspring and all who follow.
An icon for which you would fight.

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Religious Freedom

The right of every man to follow his conscience 
In choosing and practicing his religion
Acknowledgement of religions are not saying
That all religions are equal or equally true


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Now and again,
Vivid wit saves;
Mundane feeds plain
The dreary waves.

Here and there seed
Such edgy plots;
Crazy can feed
Both form and lot.

Routine chores fill
The moments here;
A weary will
Rubs away cheer.

Be willing now
To change old ways;
Rise then somehow
To greet new say.

Words can sparkle
With clever choice;
Worth can dazzle
With stylish poise.

Think a fond write
As feel funds lines;
Feel a clear cite
That flavours fine.

Be true to heart
That feels grand touch;
Begin and start
To echo much.

A vivid poise
Can style a pace;
A lovely voice
Can channel grace.

Leon Enriquez
26 January 2015

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Receiving Christian Communion

Must have the Sacrament of Holy Eucharist
Attend Sunday mass
A person may not receive communion
Until absolved from Mortal or Venial sin


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Use My Life (Swap Quatrain)

In the end it is I who will pay
For the things I do and words I say
The road ahead is full of bends
It is I who will pay in the end

In every bend there is a fork
When I stutter I feel like a dork
There is a message I hope to send
There is a fork in every bend

I love to be what you need
Lord I see myself as your seed
I confess so the world can see
What you need I love to be

Use my life Lord as you will
Teach me how to think and feel
You are first and then my wife
Lord as you will use my life

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Chasing the Ball...

                                                          Simply for sake of conversation,
                                  On one chilling, dark December evening,
                I challenged my son to one-on-one;
Time offered me the reason.

                                                       Spotlights glaring...hours playing,
                                 My tall, gaunt black-haired boy,
               Submitting his secrets on that day,
Love I willingly offered to my boy.

                                  That red cobblestone alley...two lives altered,
                    Girls...friends...not ~ we discussed;
            Countless questions...answers with integrity performed,
     Honesty I offered...conquering trust.

                                                            So many demons surround us,
                                 Fresh snow...digressive days
When I search for him as the wind argues before and behind us,
              My heart shall find my son in that alley...

I love you, Tyler.  Mom xo

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Psalm of my Heart

I will be glad and rejoice in You; 
I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.
I will praise the heaven’s out loud, 
With my pen until my life ink runs dry.

I will exclaim to be Your steward,
And with You, I dwell in happiness.
I will honor the way I was created,
For my lifetime, I am divinely blessed.

I will write with that same joy,
I will be glad and rejoice in You.
I will stay in the course I trek,
And meditate on Psalm 9:2.

Psalm 9:2
Inspired by Brian’s Contest

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Effects of Venial Sin

Lessening of the love of Eternal God 
On our heart
Making us less worthy of His help
Weakening of the power to resist mortal sin

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Rebuilding what was torn down
might take endless effort,
and it can be definitely done
without recalling the hurt.

To visualize it again,
it's putting together the ideas 
that started it in adolescence...
will it be the same dream as then?

Some achievers build it
as a bricklayer does: brick by brick...
until it is clearly conceived,
to amaze themselves who strongly believed. 

Rebuilding what was torn down
by malevolent forces takes firm belief,
and with my defiant courage it will have life again:
breathing as I breath with much sought relief.

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci

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He was crucified by the Romans with the sharpest nails
by the will of an angry mob;
did anyone hear Jesus's sob?
Pilate refused to find him guilty and washed his hands.

Betrayed by Peter, hated by rebellious Barabbas;  
whipped at every fall, He patiently carried that cross to Calvary,
but a kind, humble woman felt much pity for Jesus 
and with a clean cloth wiped off his blood as an act of mercy!

And dragging His heavy cross through the narrow
streets of chaotic and uncompassionate Jerusalem,
someone, who had heard him preach about God's Kingdom,
picked up his cross and relieved some of the pain and sorrow!

Many believed Him to be the Christ, 
but the envious Pharisees did not,
and accusing him of blasphemy, they mocked him...
not noticing how the April sky was becoming dim!

He was laid in an empty, cold tomb amid palm trees and stones 
and on the third day, as Jesus promised the twelve disciples;
He miraculously rose...ascending the heavenly throne,
where God the Father handed Him the glorious crown!

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without so much as

without so much as...

Thinking back on that spring day
you walked out of my front door
without so much as "see ya later"
"I'll be around", or just "goodbye"

I never thought about it back then
I just naturally assumed on return
and picking up where we'd left off
that morning you went into the world

It's logical to assume the future
will be much the same as the past
so out you went to do your thing
without as much as a quick look back

"It's a dangerous business 
going out your front door" *
the attitude is to be an optimist
and look forward to what's in store

The thing is you didn't return
The thing is that I don't know
what you thought that day you left
The thing now I miss, is just you

More aware now of the "now" of things
that our time together is precious
mindful of what the future may bring
knowing expectation isn't portentous

Whether esteemed colleague or close friend, 
whether daughter, son, husband, or wife,
we never know what providence will send
to take that ally from our lives

A simple advice is to mindfully remember
in the now, to express aloud your heart
forget angst, set aside hurry, quell bad temper
just tell 'em you love 'em, as you part

© Goode Guy 2012-06-21

for Pepper
* J. R. R. Tolkien - The Hobbit

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Rising power beheld from the sea.
Universally centered on humanity,
Dispelling the wages of war and sin,
As phoenix arrives, a new world will begin.

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Each Other's Light

Smiles and happy memories
Laughing til we cry
Silly things you'd say to me
Learning how to fly

A perfect summer spent with you
Us riding in your car
Being side by side those days
Becoming who we are

Walking in dark places
We became each other's light
The constant in a spinning world
Made everything all right

A bond that seemed unlikely
To everyone we knew
We are so very different
That it surprised us too

You taught me to be stronger
By building on my strengths
You pointed out the best in me
While pushing to my lengths

And in that way you changed me
Alterations so complete
That I can barely recognize
Who I used to be

I couldn't help but notice
How you became so free
Your smile was so infectious
To everyone you'd see

Such a precious chapter
In the story of my life
I'll hold on to it with all I am
I'll carry you inside

While struggling to let go of it
Dealing with the change
Knowing there's a reason
But wanting things to be the same

And while i'm sad its over
I'm thankful that it was
I was blessed to meet you
In that i'll always trust

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Lullaby for the Grieving

Lay your head down precious one
And dry your eyes right now
For dreams of happy endings
Will be coming anyhow

The rains will stop, that much we know
Though we may not know how
So walk ahead to dryer ground
Where my love will abound

Know that when you're all alone
I've never been more near
And when you think I'm gone from you
I'm holding you, my dear

The nights will pass before you know
The sun will rise once more
I'll be with you in the sunshine
And with you in the storm

In the sunshine, in the rain
Just look up to the sky
And wish you may and wish you might
And to you, I will fly

I'll never leave you, never go
Where you can't find me there
Just look inside your heart to find
The love we share

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In plain fine lines
A poise unseen
A touch divine
In unseen wind

In formless feel
A choice discerns
A touch that heals
In sure concern

In cheery waves
A voice calls me
A fragrance saves
In heart set free

In murmur heard
A cleansing touch
A living word
In feel as such

In wonder here
A pulse that sums
A sign that steers
In fond outcome

In ample frame
A psalm that springs
A lovely name
In wordless ring

In just a while
A complete rhyme
A visual style
In endless time

Leon Enriquez
09 Apr 2014

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Spineless & broken hearted

He speaks with so much trust and love it hurts,
Leaving her so mindless and shattered everything is now nothing.
She feels the world revolved only around him,
Keeping her so intact that she bows down as if it was nothing.

We all now see her as a follower who's mind has been warped,
To the views of love that is not shown.
One movement of disagreement and he knocks her into shock and sadness,
Left with the thoughts of pain and regrets from her heartbreaking moans.

Only i feel sorry, and only i hate to see her look unhappy,
Others can't stand, nor ever will they care anymore of her pain.
& only i give in to let her know i am there to listen,
To try and keep her spirits high & remain sane.

He brings her gifts to try and apologize for his mistakes,
& after all that has been said, seemed  to go out the other ear,
She runs to him with tears and relief,
Now i have great fears for her and no doubt that she will come back with more 
Bruises and tears.

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Tend Your Lad

Tend your lad with kindness and love,
For he is as innocent as a turtle dove,
Afford him toys though he does break,
But keep bottles, blades high or above.

He must be bold, and he must be told,
That an honest character is the real gold,
He must learn to waddle with patience,
Through the waters either hot or cold.

Let him happily do whatever he may like,
Teach him to ride a horse or a motorbike,
Taunt him no more, nor use words harsh,
Let him enjoy well while he goes for a hike.

Coax him not when the school bells ring,
When he sleeps let him embrace and cling,
You feed his mouth with the lawful bread,
Then expect him to rise heights of a king.

Sow seed of love and harvest lovely corn,
Kindness bears a rose, harshness a thorn,
Friends! Argue not, it is undoubtedly true,
The cat has neither any hoof nor any horn.

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Strong And True

Your friendship is a treasure
I value very much
No matter where we go in life
I know we’ll stay in touch

I wish the very best for you
much joy and happiness
I’ll say a prayer for you each day
to help you on your way

And when you need me I’ll be there
I’ll run to be with you
You’ll always be inside my heart
our bond is strong and true

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To love is to learn
To discover choice,
Patience to discern
Focus and sure poise.

To love can be hard
In unpleasant seas,
When harshness retards
To upset fully.

To love can deplete
Sense of inner peace,
For times less concrete
Can break precious ease.

To love can be tough
In wild agony,
When going gets rough
In sure anxiety.

To love demands more
Than you bargain now,
For problems galore
Undo the fine vows.

To love is to know
That you dare to live,
In bad times that show
Despite all you give.

To love is to dare
To live fond affair,
To live life most bare
In good and bad air.

To love is to be
A man who stands tall,
Who can truly see
Pain and misery.

To love is to gain
A love that fits all,
To live not in vain,
To rise when you fall.

To love is to tend
To pain and sorrow,
To be a true friend
To weak and hollow.

Leon Enriquez
13 February 2015

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Mornin' Silence

Hello! Jesus, my old friend
I've come to talk to you again
To receive blessings in early mornin' light
After the night
No longer in a world of silence

The sun rises once again 
From  distance shores of other men
The sky holds dreadlocks of dark grey
But can't keep the Son away
My tears as rain comes down
For all the world's evil around
In this mornin' silence

Hello! Jesus, come again__ fill my heart
Let me weep and not condemn
Show me what I can do
I want my life to count so for you'
In this world of silence

The birds to you sing their praise
Thank you Father for today
Thank you so for all the food
For the sun and the moon
For the glories of the sky

Then the crows crawing near-by
The changing colors of the sky
For the sound of silence

The crows are so distrubed
Are they greeting the sun with words
As it's changing the sky from night
With colors so gloriously bright
The sky's sun casting magenta on the dreadlock clouds
Crows singing very loud
To the sound of silence

Are the timber cutters disturbing 
The crow's roost
Those silhoeutted trees against the rose tinted clouds 
Of the mornin' blue sky
That lift arms of praise to the sky
In the sound of silence

Roosters begin their tune of love
The tune that you gifted them to sing
In the mornin' silence
Ocean wave charcoal clouds 
Jet streak going through
Mornin' silence is distrubed with a noise
In the mornin' silence

Clouds have changed to golden sand
Sun has risen again soon to heat the earth
Restoring leaves to green the trees
In the sound of silence

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My Love {Swap Quatrain}

This is written for my love
The one that I hold above
Precious as a newborn kitten
For my love this is written

We make a perfect team
As we live out our dream
Nothing left to forsake
A perfect team we make

I am blessed to have you
Our love strong and true
Your love I do caress
To have you I am blessed

You are my dearest friend
Always with an ear to lend
My life’s brightest star
My dearest friend you are

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Be willing now
To find your place
Right here somehow
In time and space.

Be willing then
To see things clear
Here, there and when
To frame good cheer.

Be willing to
Do what it takes
To win and woo
Fond joy you make.

Be happy here
To see the light
That offers cheer
In fight or flight.

Be happy still
Despite the pains
That challenge will
In strive and strain.

Be happy now
To live fine zest
As you know how
To forge your best.

And in the end,
Just start again
To voice your trends
With joy's refrain.

And as you start,
Just know the end
Deep in your heart
What soul intends.

Leon Enriquez
06 August 2014

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How wrong is the notion than having two great loves...
doesn't make a heart absorb what it immensely adores.

My natural motherland is that southern European country
kisses by the warm waves of the Mediterrean sea,
where a great empire rose and conquered others,
only defeated by the barbarians like the Huns.

My adopted motherland was discovered by Columbus,
who with three ships sailed the Atlantic Ocean confidently, 
hoping to find a route to India, the land of spices and mystery...
and he thought all along it he had found it without any loss.

The first one made a dreamer out of me overnight,
and inspired me with her breathtaking landscapes and skies;
who has ever see Mount Vesuvius throught a teenager's eyes,
and be somewhat moved by the magnificent sight?

The second one nourished my erring and poetic spirit so sensible:
seeing snow-capped mountains, green vallies and sun-drenched canyons;
there all thoughts fled to find kids playing with crayons,
attempting to draw with ingenuity images very awesome and beautiful.

These two countries are loved by me as I loved sweet mother;
the old one holds her strict religious values and the other has more realistic freedom,
not suggesting to quickly discard one, and embrace the other;
I will definitely love them both and honor their flags with the joyful beats of my drum.

How happy and grateful I am to have had these friends fulfilling my worthiness
that  daily shaped my character and broadened my avenues towards success.

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My Heart's Chambers

 My heart has many chambers
To some you have never been
Some you easily enter
Some only a few have seen
Each chamber has a purpose
Each holds a cherished one
Some inner chambers have locks
Some outer chambers have none
I decide who is welcome
I know who brings joy or pain
Some have been told they must leave
Others I’ve begged to remain
Some want to have just a peek
To know what I keep inside
Others want to belong there
They want a place to reside
My heart’s chambers are cozy
The walls are sturdy and bright
They lure many a traveler
Who long to bask in the light
Inside the depths of my heart
There is a an enchanted room
Magic and passion live there
Much larger than life they loom
Their shadows play on the floor
Their whispers promise delight
I implore YOU to enter
Only you…by day or night
I grant you this room’s key
Lock tightly this secret door
I’ll be at your beck and call
You won’t have to beg for more.
Forget the other chambers
Forget who has come before
Just now…this moment…this night
What wonders I have in store!
I’ll dress you in my passion
I’ll fulfill your every whim
You’ll want to be my captive
The world outside will seem dim!
My heart has many chambers
Each one is a special place
But my heart of hearts is yours
On every wall is your face!

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We are like men crazed by hunger

sick of church but hungry for God

this emptiness cannot be mended by mud

this dark, breastless church fuels our anger

Desperate we pursue madly his grace

running after his seemingly eluding prescence

we live lives emptied of lies & silly pretences

that we may intimately see him face to face

We hunger after his peace, power & glory

we tire of inspiring orators selling hope

we tire of enduring & trying to just cope

we desire to rewrite history with our story

We are crazed men set free

by his Spirit we begin afresh to live

above & beyond the realm of strive

we are transformed into he whom we see

Madly in love we are at last

a prophecy of God that has come to past

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Why is it that so many seek 
transformation through pain?
Does not beauty, joy, faithfulness,
transform in a gentler vane?

One seeks to know righteousness
why foray forth in pain?
Seek softer lessons giving learned
make kindness your refrain.

Why tarry on the darker side
live fully in the Light.
Do not let despair take harsh hold
blind agony with Sight.

Accept as gift this teaching learn
don’t sojourn in the dark.
Just hold on tight to memory
You light the Holy Spark.

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Kharithana (Kri-sta-la)

Mitochondrial Eve spinning the moon 
without interruption or supervision.
Stars sail across the sky without time
as she is both mother and midwife.

Primordial Eve in infinite density.
Infinitesimally small, a ball of power
a witness to it all, as all
abilities to predict the future break down.

She was there with the molten soup;
the black iron core glowing blood red.
The syrupy mixture of elements
spirit, earth, fire, wind, and water.

Kharithana exhaled into existence
into Lucy our African humanity.
Silently witnessing the dawn of spring
the azalea blossoms, the buzzing insects.

Everything comes alive when Kharithana
opens her eyes at sunrise to capture
that moment when the first golden ray
caps the mountain range and forms a lining.

Thus when Kharithana yawns, stretches out her arms,
like the big bang my heart becomes a beating drum,
synapses snap and my quantum capillaries
rediscover the meaning of life.

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Doubtless Thomas

Don't despair tomorrow's promise
Justified in your beliefs.
Don't resign him 'Doubting Thomas'
Seek his answers, seek relief.

Mind is torn from fear to love
Good to evil, black to white.
Dual nature speaks thereof
Lost in darkness, found in Light.

I did meet this ancient soul.
Joined his quest in perseverance.
Claimed his virtue, I extol
The need to push the disappearance

Of the universe of which
I claim no allegiance to.
Heaven bound, his ride I hitch
Where doubt is null, for Love is true.

He did know the 'chosen' one
Whose words revealed this mystery:
Fallen angels, there are none
All are Sacred, all are Free.

*Inspired by "The Disappearance of the Universe" by Gary Renard.

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When we were young we made a choice 
The moment we were born, 
To cast aside our innocence 
And so forever mourn. 

This heavy burden must be borne 
By those of us who seek, 
To follow those forgotten roads 
And shelter all the weak. 

For us we chose a grinding task, 
The highest of all goals, 
We chose to care for all mankind; 
To save their very souls. 

Now onward through the dying day
We fight our way ahead,
We killed for every step we took,
With every step, we bled.

When darkness comes and claims our lives,
Us shepherds dead and gone,
Who next shall rise and take our place, 
To lead the people on?

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Velasco Riverside Park

[To the city of Freeport Texas]

Near diamond shaped
and backyard small,
a park that’s barely wider
than the trees it holds are tall. 

Where a warm gulf breeze rattles
sleeping Palm-tree leaves
composing a feral music 
filling ears with restful peace.

A gazebo just off center
beckons without words to say,
caring for its sitters
shade from a hot sun's ray.

Where I sit in noisy silence 
from cars passing by
enjoying tunes from wood birds 
like a love struck, male Magpie.

A testament to city workers
the grass there neatly mowed, 
the hedges forever trimmed
their care and hard work shows.

So I offered up a prayer 
(Interrupted by a Lark)
God grant a grace of hours here
at Velasco Riverside Park.

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My Sagittarius Man

I am a Cancer lady
You, my Sagittarius Man
You make me oh, so crazy
Cause you never have a plan

The only thing that comforts
Is from our rising signs
You are an Aquarius
A mighty Leo is mine

A complicated lady
With a complicated man
We bicker and we argue
Simply because we can

Fire from your fingers
A wicked, solid grin
Your blue eyes like the devil
Your back end hot as sin

My moon sign is an Aries
Yours is a piscean
Like I said, it's crazy
But I love my Sagittarius Man!!

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I used a hammer of hope to build some beauty
A carpenter with desire as his duty
I used wood rendered by golden good
Constructing a vivacious vision in a wondrous neighborhood

Every screw and each nail would nicely do
With eaves and shutters shaded bright blue
I drilled and thrilled to every beautiful beam
Because I was busy building a dream

Every single shingle shifted my heart
From being useless I became a pertinent  part
A relevant role in a real romance
And every shingle meant a brand new start

I built beauty with dutiful delight
Then I painted that loveliness with light
Darkness was dispelled by every smile
When I built beauty no man could defile

And so through storms that beauty steadfastly stood
And the soul of this carpenter at last found good
In a neighborhood situated near heaven’s front door
When I built beauty floor by beautiful floor

This house was a metaphor for love unending 
And a life that love was thereupon mending
Beside my house was a tree statuesque and shady
For a romantic relationship I built with a lovely lady
                              © 2012…copyright..~free cee!~

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Thank you dear God
For happy fare;
Thank you dear Lord
For gifts to share.

Thank you for soul,
For spirit form;
For heart made whole,
For mindful norms.

Thank you for grace,
For pathway light;
For health to face,
For thrill of sight!

Thank you for joy,
For healing proof;
For wit and ploy,
For love's sure truth.

Thank you for finds,
For quest and keep;
For peace of mind,
For knowing deep.

Thank you for sleep,
For rest that calms;
For healing deep,
For cleansing balm.

Thank you for tears,
For fears now purged;
For brand new cheer,
For faith's fond surge.

Thank you for sight,
For senses true;
For cast of light,
For sacred cues.

Thank you for feel,
For field that shows;
For sacred will,
For timeless glow.

Thank you for now,
For moment's play;
For true endow,
For mystic stay!

Thank you for road,
For journey's fare;
For strength and load,
For sure repair.

Thank you for heart,
For soul that knows;
For spark that starts,
For love that shows.

Thank you for joy,
For stern upkeep;
For wise employ,
For fate that sweeps.

Thank you for wit,
For lane and street;
For play that fits,
For all I meet.

Thank you for voice,
For ample good;
For style and poise,
For range of moods!

Leon Enriquez
13 Mar 2014

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The one, I have watched in my dreams.
Is my desire, reflecting heart, uncontainable?
Is she the one, relaxing my hopes for?
Is she the one, truly irresistible?

Affectionate love, taking me beyond all,
Tell me that my soul will always score.
Is she the one, truly irresistible?
Is she the one, relaxing my hopes for?

Eyes delving into a spirit of love supreme,
Bridging destiny into something acceptable,
Is she the one, relaxing my hopes for?
Is she the one, truly irresistible?

Lips, which delivers such placidity,
Until met with mine, forever more
Is she the one, truly irresistible?
Is she the one, relaxing my hopes for?

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I have many qualities and talents 
that make me popular and likeable for my kindness,
and unpretentious gallantry;
ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry!

I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause;
honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors...
do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden?
A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine!

I have traveled down rough and dark roads,
grabbing the attention of bad-wishers,
who handed me gooseberries, not gorse;
it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns!

I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies,
who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones,
they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me;
but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel?

My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty,
I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks...
to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers;
and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily!

O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living,
saying grace at God gives them His blessing;
and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested   
by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude!

I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens,
that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need;
pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal;
I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness!

 Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Above Poetry Soup

Take pen in hand and make your stand
Tell the world who you are
Be not afraid of prices that are paid
Have faith you are a star

To all of you my feelings so true
I hold you in my heart
Will never be a day that I go away
For here is where I start

Times a moment or two is all I can do
I love the words we share
Without a doubt they help me out
Foundation of my prayer

Beginning to end you are my friends
Poets sharing my soul
That is a bond that is so far beyond
Anything else I know

I love the flow and I love to grow
Planting a tiny seed
No need to shout I just write it out
Hoping to fill some need

If it does or not I gave it a shot
Simply because I care
Anything I can do ask and its true
I’ll give all I can spare

I sink my hooks and write my books
That is this poet’s plight
For when your blue what I hope to do
Offer a little light

We can turn it around or upside down
Find what’s hidden inside
It’s a good thing the poems we sing
Each its own special ride

I love to teach but hate to preach
That just isn’t my place
I’m a lamb be blessed or be damned
I hold you in my grace

We make it right by sharing our sight
The knowledge that we know
Sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers
All just trying to grow

Grow into what, you can like it or not
Alliance is our group
That’s why in the sky angels do fly
Above Poetry Soup

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love lies on the side hypotenuse
from where that right angle is
often love's functions seem abstruse
lost at ocean's bottom with Atlantis

yet complementary, our numbers add up
by degrees are ninety, true and square
feelings pour right to the loving cup
opposites and adjacents uncommonly rare

looking at all the angles to triangulate
and compute toward infinity's revered
will the points be cartesian for this mate
do measured dimensions seem a bit weird

what of the other points on the line
of our lives, that we traverse insistently
do they see us as converging just fine
heartfully crossing space with felicity

cons and pros measured on protractor
terms balancing both sides of the equal
trying not to drop any important factors
will it be originally good as the sequel

the mosaics of the world pieced together
to form colorfully muted sharper vision
complacent or attentive to futures whatever
it'll be angled and trigged with precision

© Goode Guy 2011-12-16

there are three sides to any point, what's right, what's left, and the rest.

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Infringement before Absolution

I see my woman of love, divine.
Just a minimal distance away,
Banned are we until, full-grown like wine.
She can never be mine, this they say.

Differences of stature define.
Mysteries of the past describe sway.
Our lineage caught in bitter design.
Father tells of the shaky dismay.

My love for her true, she will be mine.
Love I know is greater than today.
We must depart our families vine.
Forgiveness in love shall come one day.

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What is a husband
I ask in my mind
The one that I have
Is truly very kind
He teases me often
But he doesn't mean no harm
Then he gives me that smile
And puts on all his charm
He is not just my husband
He is my friend indeed
Never asks a question
When I want a special need
He is also a good listener
And is there when I'm feeling sad
He sees me on my good days
And helps me when days get bad
So, don't forget that one person
That we call our better half
He's always there, remember
To make you want to laugh

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You give me light when darkness falls
You give me hope when all is lost
You give me strength when I am weak
You give me everything

You give me days when I give in
You give me you, a special friend
You give me love when needed most
You give me everything

My best of friends, my one true love
My special gift from God above
You are the days that lie ahead
You are… my everything

You give your hand when mine is bare
You give your heart to show you care
You give your time so eagerly
You give me everything

You give your dreams to share with me
You give your touch so sensually
You give your breath so I may live
You give me everything

My best of friends, my one true love
My special gift from God above
You are the days that lie ahead
You are… my everything

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Twelve Apostles

Greek apostolos = someone sent, messenger
The names of the twelve apostles are these
First Simon, who is called Peter [Roman Catholic’s 1st pope] and 
Andrew his brother
James the son of Zebedee 
John his brother
Matthew the tax collector
James the son of Alphaeus 
[Judas [Jude]] Thaddeus
Simon the Cananaean and
Judas Iscariot, who betrayed Him
Mt 10 2-4


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The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin

The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete

I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show

You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar

Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed

Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
And the entire band knew I love you more than anyone  
       © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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i will let you entitle this poem ALL 3 OF YOU


Golden curls are found where angels sleep
Glittering golden curls be the lady’s crown
She knows the seraphim and the secrets they keep
And her beauty can create a smile from a frown

A twinkle follows wherever she may tread
And yes, her hair will forever glow
Because of her everything in the world should be painted red
And she requires no rainbow ribbons nor bow

She should have been born of royalty or a queen
I cannot find the loom on which her locks were spun
Her life is her baby she coddles with care
Protecting her from rain, heat and a blazing sun

This is a princess with flesh so fair
And as to competitors the lady has none
No god could replicate the exact color of her hair
And she’s lucky to have it, but her husband is the truly lucky one!
                        ~free cee!~ Phreepoetry

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Harvest the wind
And glean it too
My mind has heard
It speak of you

Cull the rain
Now reap and sow
In never-ending time
You grow

Destined we
All this I know
Your season shines
In dazzling show

And you're the one
That's come to me
Your name is whispered
Shore to sea

You're the light
In front of me
Your name is softly

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deeply, as i sit, i look far beyond
there exists a whole time before now
knowing, or not what's come upon
i can't seem to recall it somehow

your name, your place, your very face
in my existence mean so much 
i think back, try to valiantly retrace
who you are, where we met, and such

yet i see you now in this very moment
and think i recollect an idea put forth
to "live in the now" persuasively potent
that's the best i can manage henceforth

when i grow old, should i be demented
please remember as i try, but cannot
my expressions to you blank, absented
my love for you that i mostly, forgot

© Goode Guy 2011-06-22

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The Holy Cross Church with its neo-Gothic facade was too beauteous and too rare,
so clustered among the aristocratic neat palaces,
choked by the shadows of less ancient buildings;
I often looked up to glance at its tall bell-tower with a chill in my curly hair!

When I was the altar boy, I had to climb a thousand steep steps 
to pull the rough cord and make that brass bell merrily ring,
and it relentlessly tolled far into the fertile valley kissed by spring,
and its resonant strokes summoned all to Vespers at six!!

By all means I should have wisely chosen the priesthood... 
wine and bread I placed on a silver plate to be offered
before the altar, where the invisible eye of God watched me;
I worshiped Him and He blessed me for my sincerity!   

The Holy Cross Church still stands there and its steps invoke my footsteps,
the gentle footsteps of a fine boy who turned his faith into a fervent creed;
and even if sunshine never hit my cold face slanting upward like a shield...
through the glass-stained windows it dazzled to restore the presence of grace! 

How I would like to hear that huge organ play the lovely," Ave Maria"  by Mozart,
making the gathered faithful cry and moved by its inspiring sound I contemplated an art ,
which revered and honored God in His exuberantly expressed by Man's spirit!
No other place, more beautiful than this, can make me forget the awe and joy that I felt!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Why did Christ lived that long on earth

Christ lived for about 33 yrs to show us the way to
Heaven by
His Teachings and


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Save Me, Grant Me

Save me from the depths of Hell
I pray, there, not to go
Grant redemption, oh please, sweet Lord
Let your forgiveness flow.
I say to Thee, with much sincerity,
I’m sorry, T’is You I yearn
Save me from the depths of Hell
Don’t let my soul, there, burn.

Grant me access to your home
Let my faith please be your key
Please unlock and open the door
Let Heaven open up to me.
I say to Thee, with much sincerity,
I love you, Lord, oh yes I do
Grant me access to your home
For all my faith is there in You.

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The Ultimate Diva, known as Cher

An exotic Beauty, with talent so rare.

When on the Stage, she reigns supreme

I worship and adore her, she's the ultimate dream.

There is no one out there, that can compare.

Her legions of fans, they will attest

Cher is the one, the only, the best.

She is a star, of the first magnitude

A heavenly voice, so strong, so true

There is no one like her, anywhere.

Not surprising since she is after all... 

The Ultimate Diva, known as Cher.

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I'd give you the blood of my heart

Phrase: I'd give you the blood of my heart
Irish: Thabharfainn fuil mo chroí duit
Pronunciation: hohr-hinn fwill muh khree gwitch

I’d give you the blood of my heart
Sacrificing all my very morrows
To know you are happy, content,
I’d accept all the days’ sorrows.

For t’is the smile you would give to me
That would forever flow in my veins
To see sunshine always on your face
My face would forever bear the rains.

I’d give you the blood of my heart
Forever knowing that you would be
Living proof of love given, true
A gift…only the lucky ones see.

For t’is the smiling eyes of your face
That would bring a smile there, to mine
To know that you’re not in darkness
Rather, there, in sunshine.

I’d make all the sacrifices, needed,
Knowing, that I would then part.
In order to leave as a happy man
I’d give you the blood of my heart

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It is not just a game
you don't play it for fun
it consumes all even your name
but don't be fooled this is no pun.

you sit there shooting
they try and shoot back
you continue your alluding
they die and then hit the sack.

you sit there in contempt
talking trash to all that was matched
thinking your that time was well spent
then all you see is yourself  unattached.

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Angelic Reminder

Every time I looked to Heaven 
This is what I’d see
The pearly gates there opened
Calling out to me

I’d stop to pause a moment
As I’d try to recollect
The life that lay behind me
My path so indirect

I somehow made it this far
Now will they let me in
Did I remember to ask the Lord
To forgive me of my sins

I stand before the gate so wide
Yet narrow is the path
I fear that I have not done right 
And now must face God’s wrath

Maybe He’ll show mercy
Perhaps He will be kind
I know I could have done better
If I'd been given more time

It’s now too late to ask Him
It’s much too late to pray
I should have done it sooner
That’s the biggest mistake I made

He doesn’t seem too angry
As I kneel down and say
I’m sorry please forgive me 
On this my Judgment Day

He looked just inside his book
And said with a grin
“Blessed is the child of faith and love
My child, please come in”

So this is my reminder
From heaven up above
Find it in yourself today
Show forgiveness, faith, and love 

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Dance of Satan

Upon the Ground they lie

to be covered soon in white.

The leaves of spring have fallen

This crisp, cool autumn night.

Restless spirits circle

In anticipation and delight

To dance a dance of darkness

This Crisp, cool autumn night.

In a ritual of bloodshed

His worshippers unit

To dance a dance of Satan

This crisp, cool autumn night

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Holy Days (revised)

In the darkest days of Winter,
when only snow retains the glow
of sunshine and summer days;
we go within our memories
to the heart of Home.

We peek deep within wide open doors,
full of light and hearth fires glow;
full of warmth and wonder,
for the lore of Home.

These are the days most Holy;
gifted by the Lord of Love;
true Holy days in the womb of wonder;
where we are welcomed home.

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The Eagle

Like an Eagle, untamable
With wings that spread the sky
Dipping down to land on earth
Back to heaven, again, he'll fly

My hold on him is tenuous
My hands, they slip away
At night, I cry, as tensions break
It's not a game I like to play

Something concrete I can hold
Is what I'm searching for
I hold him to me only briefly
Then he flies the sky once more

An Eagle needs to know it's free
I'm terrified to let him go
I cannot hold him, though it hurts
And these emotions cannot show

He's so beautiful, and so wild
All my insecurities will show
But if I care enough for him
I will have to let him go

If he returns to me again
Then I know he wants to stay
Though, at times, he'll want to fly
Maybe, he'll never fly away.

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To Ray And Chris

You've waited your whole lifetime
for this moment to arrive
and now that you have become one,
you feel you've come alive.

When love is right, you know it.
You see it in their eyes.
You feel it in the slightest touch.
You hear it in their sighs.

Forever from this moment
you'll never feel alone.
Your best friend will be by your side.
Your house is now a home.

I am so happy for you.
I wish you love and peace.
No matter what God throws your way,
your love will just increase.

I pray your love grows stronger
throughout your new found life.
You finally found your soul mate
and you now call her your wife.

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I Loved You.

I loved you like that passing thought
you struggle to wear all day
to mull, to shine, to pearly polish
before it slips away
I loved you like a memory 
I knew I wanted to keep
to bless, to carry, to hang ornamental
to bring with me deep into sleep

I love you now like the burst of scent
before a passing storm
which calms, which slips into sensory pockets
which leads me right back to my home
I love you now like I loved you then
but with knowledge, reflection and pride
to the enths of the earth, from my death to my birth
when I'm with you, I know I'm alive.

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Holding the Key

I could never reach the stars so high
Above me twinkling in the sky
But now, you are my star
And the sky isn't seeming so far

You are watching over me
And to my heart you hold the key
The sky was always dark at night
Until you cam and made it bright

You're voice is the music in my life
You take away all of my strife
You make my heart flutter and soar
You give me diamonds more and more

Mistakes are nothing but a paper cut
But we will always get out of the rut
You are not a drug but I am addicted
And there is no way I can get convicted

I could never reach the stars so high
Above me twinkling in the sky
Now the sky isn't seeming so far
Because now you are my shining star

I wrote this one, last November, but after we broke up I shoved it away.  I only just found it, and I am ready 
to share it.

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She carried you with anxiety into her heavy womb,
and listened that gentle heartbeat...
much quiter than a drum's beat;
alone to hear your baby's voice in the silent room!

Love and sacrifice that's what the word, " Mother " means
to any small heart which is fully loved, but still weak; 
and her warm hands never tiring of cuddling and touching...
will, indeed, protect you from many harms coming!

And didn't her ever-sweet eyes move away from your cosy crib,
to tend to those infant's needs with life-giving milk?
and before her lullaby ended, you rushed to sleep...
being watched over by the love' angel to weave your first dream!

Little darling, with eyes reflecting the color she herself owns,
how excited she gets when you stare at her and wiggle your toes!
Little darling, struggling to say the words , " I love you, mommy! "
your expression is enough to make her proud and happy!

Love and sacrifice are sacred words that outweight the cost,   
and devotion and dedication are the bonds she can't break;
adorable one, she'll guide you down your dark path
with the wisdom's light, so that you may never be lost!  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew crisci

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My Love

You are like the sunshine
But little do you know
I am like the moon
A reflection of your glow

As each day turns around
You bring something new
I close each night at dawn
Surely missing you

As we pass but do not meet
Our hearts are steady still
We'll meet again one day
I'm certain that we will

As I call upon the heavens 
And walk the path on earth
I wait to join you there 
With death comes rebirth

Our mission though unknown
Was greater than you or me
I walk this path alone
Not knowing where it leads

Tonight I say I love you
Tomorrow I love you still
I hope you're watching over me
I pray you always will

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Speak To Me

My sculptor diligently crafted me
For I am a recipient of his
Love, shining bright for all to see
And has given me a choice to kiss

That I shall take to seek my course
Though, the truth was planted in me
But my youth was brutally forced
To embrace things I should not be

Doing so, I conceded out of fear 
To the burning stone of promises
Ruined myself for I didn’t hear 
The final warning of the voices

Its fake brightness crippled endeavour
Moaning in solitude for I lost the trust
‘Cos I did not hold firm to the fervour
In vain, my life I unwillingly entrust

Now, I’m seeking his loving-kindness
Calling only in his name again and again
Let not impatience once more repress....
Begging him to recreate me, to ease the pain 


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Behind You

 All around my emotions flow
 To pain, sadness or the end
 Their shining lights stay aglow
 To make you smile again 

 I’ll laugh to keep you going
 While I cry for you inside 
 I’ll be here if you need me
 I’ll stand right by your side 

 With haste my fantasies run
 To darkness, folly or a sin
 Their burning fires light the Sun
 With a strength I can’t comprehend
 I’ll close my eyes and forget reality
 I’ll dream for you, of summer days 
 I’ll sleep awhile, a little longer 
 And I’ll keep the Sun ablaze
 With trust I give you my heart 
 May it be broken, twisted or bent
 I’ll be behind you from the start
 And right to the very end 

 I’ll smile to keep you happy
 I’ll dream for you each night 
 I’ll wish on every star I see
 And I’ll pray you’ll be all right
 I’ll love so you don't need to
 I’ll let you choose the rules
 You treat it like the game it should be
 And I’ll hope you never lose

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My Parting

 A vision came to me as in a dream.
For me the sun would set and rise no more.
Gone all my admirations and esteem.
My spirit fell and sunk into its core.

No sun, no warmth, no inner-peace. Ah no!
Within a constant solitude and yet,
Calm of morning an eastward wind had stole.
My scream fell on no ear –I had no breath.

My soul had sought not sun, or moon or star.
My body laid the length of all the earth.
A sadness fell away! -Away and far.
No Heaven, no Hell I found to be the worth.

No comfort stroke within this final void.
What whispers earth unvoiced and not to scream.
Life be forgotten nothing verve enjoyed,
This vision came to me as in a dream.

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Miracle Mending

In the air these miracles swirling, 
Swinging down to hold her, twirling
Dancing in disparity,
tears filling oceans to cope,  
Another day to keep on living 
in the arms of divine given hope...

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I love you when you're lucid
(or when your mind is going)
and even when the whiskers
of your confidence are blowing
I love it when your tannins 
filled with acid burn my mouth
and even when you stop short
asking what I'm all about.
I love it when your voice
all crackling, sunlit, fills the room
I love you even though I'm mourning
and you left too soon...

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Your Heart's Door

Why don’t you tell,
How God sent His love,
How a happier trail,
Was sent from above.

Give God the Glory,
For what you should do,
Tell people your story,
Of how He saved you.

That Mansion so bright,
Is made for a few,
For someone of light,
Is that someone you?

If Jesus has saved,
That lost soul of yours,
Then He has engraved,
A heart full of doors.

I hope you will open,
Your heart's door to God,
While others are moping,
In this world abroad.

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My Legacy

As evening ends the sun shall set
And then, will come the dark.
Forgive my soul every debt
As my candle looses spark.

In the night, burn no light
Do not seek my souls return.
Weep not for me and have no fright
No ties to earth, I've earned.

As morning breaks my shadow cast
No more upon the ground.
When I am gone and breathed my last
No more my voice will sound.

Then in the still of the night
When loneliness surrounds
Review our life with all your might
Shared love of which we found.

This is my entire legacy
I leave to you my dear,
Your love was salvation for me
Upon this grinding mortal sphere.