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Today is the first day of a new awakening
I dust myself off and slowly rise out of bed
Stumbling I trip over the bucket of my tears
Hoping sunlight stops the cries in my head 

Feeling alive, no longer will I live in the past
Start a journey, steady a course for happiness
Moving forward towards my hopes and dreams
No longer feeling sad, filling up all my emptiness

Life leads me to the safety and comfort of your arms
My awakening beginning with that first sweet kiss
I can finally be me, all my pain has been set free
Making love and memories, one day we will reminisce

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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.

Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air,
A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer.
A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play,
Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day.

This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged,
An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged.
In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled,
Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old.

The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men,
The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when…
They all had come from yesterday to help me understand
Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land.

A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear,
But as the morning went along the reason got real clear.
They rode along with me that day to show me things I’ve missed,
The things I’ve seen a thousand times an’ some I’d just dismissed.

Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today,
Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away.
They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by;
An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh.

The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays,
When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways.
We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone,
An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone.

At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind,
The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind.
The Earth He made’s been feedin' us a half-a-million years,
An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers.

I do not know if they'll return or if they’ll feel the need,
But I’m prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead.
We all are spirits ridin’ time with bodies of the Earth,
Whose time has come to take the reins an’ offer up our worth.

The land has been the legacy we cultivate an’ reap,
The life has been the heritage our father’s fought to keep,
An’ we are bound throughout our time with those who came before,
To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.

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The Rose

Tis the rose that wants to live
That rails against the frost,
Tightly closed, the petals warm
The autumn heart that summer lost.

The dew that drips from rose to leaf
Like tears from cheek to breast,
Once was cold, now shimmers warm
To earn, at last, its' rest.

The blackened bud, once struck with cold
Appears to others dead,
But burns within, a passionate soul,
And heart of bright and crimson red.

And bursting forth it cannot hide
The will to live within,
Its' bold and subtle softness tells
Persistent hearts can win.

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No Greater Love

For God so loved this sinful world, He gave us all His son; That we might live with Him one day, when life on Earth is done. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. The time was short for Jesus Christ, but what He gave mankind To lift our hearts and save our souls has yet to be refined. The grace and style in which He moved through politics and fools, Has paved the way for paths we trod through worldly ways and rules. His teachings spread throughout the land, His miracles renowned, He only had to touch a life to show His love was sound. Two thousand years have come and gone since Christ communed with man; And with his dying saved us all, to serve God's ancient plan. He rose from death, as He had said, and proved His word was true, That life eternal waited those who choose to suffer through. Salvation came that fateful day, the Bible tells us so; And time has shown that through God’s love the weakest spirits grow. Now, modern times are hard on us and cause us all to doubt, For change is there at every turn, and Satan’s always out. It’s now we need the love of God, for always, as before; Just lift your heart and ask for it, and see what lays in store. It’s through God’s love we handle change and how it makes us strong In ways we deal with worldly things and sort the right from wrong. For change is just another way the Lord sees fit to use To make our days seem fresh and new with paths to take and choose. It’s by our faith we live our lives and seek a brighter day, And how we find the confidence when doubts get in the way. But most of all it’s happiness that faith’s been known to give When our misfortunes come to cloud these modern times we live. We need not fear what God has wrought. We need not know His plan. We only need to know He’s there, and love’s in store for man. Just think the words you’d ask in prayer, and ere a sound be heard, His perfect love will fill your heart before you’ve breathed a word. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. But God forgave our debt to Him, we live in grace today; The greatest love you’ve ever known is just a breath away.

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You Reap What You Sow

If you sow seeds of kindness,
Then kindness is what you'll reap.
If you sow seeds of forgiveness,
You'll reap untroubled sleep.

If you sow seeds of anger,
of hatred or discontent,
You'll reap a crop of violence,
Discord and evil intent.

If you sow seeds of brotherly love,
Then love you will receive,
But if wickedness is what you sow,
Then wicked you will be.

The lesson here is pretty clear:
You reap just what you sow.
Therefore, strive to sow only good seeds,
And spread them wherever you go.

Kim Merryman
For SandyIvy's Seed contest

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Christmas Magic

The magic came to Christmas Day when shepherds first were told, When wise men brought their frankincense, their myrrh and gifts of gold, When heaven opened wide its gates and angels came to sing; For in a manger on the hay, lay Christ, the newborn king. I found it first at Grandma's house, so many years ago, When she prepared her Christmas treats and Grandpa seemed to glow. The house was full of warmth and love, so sweet, so pure and real; And what I cherish most of all, that Christmas magic feel. It's in the music, on the air; just turn the dial to find Inspiring songs that sing of peace, goodwill to all mankind. They sing their praises unto God and spread their Christmas cheer, And everywhere the songs are sung, they find an opened ear. Its clamor, sparkle, warmth and hope, of which we try to write In pretty lines of words and rhymes that never sound just right, Can best be seen in children's eyes when they awake to see What Santa Claus has brought and placed beneath the lighted tree. The magic feel returns each year with warmth on coolish nights, With memories steeped in seasons passed, in songs and blinking lights, At Grandma's house, her Christmas treats, aromas rich and spiced; To recognize the best in man, and honor Jesus Christ.

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If Jesus Knows What I Know

If Jesus thinks of you as I do
Then surely he can’t wait
To coax the sun above the hills
And present to you this day

And if he misses you like I do
Then patiently he counts the days
As he blows the wind through your hair
Waiting to hear you say his name

And if his heart sighs like mine does
When I see your beautiful face
Then he’ll fill the sky of a winter’s night
So you awaken to be amazed

And if Jesus knows what I know
And adores your precious ways
Then I’m sure he knows something wonderful grows
From your mustard seed of faith

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The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.

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Death is Not the Enemy

I have found myself at the threshold of death on several occasions. Each time I managed to 
look it in the eye, doff my hat and say, “I’ll catch you up the trail.” This is not to say that I 
am some special breed of hombre that casually defies death, for there have been many who 
have gone the way before me and managed the confrontation in heroic decorum. 
Nevertheless, death is not some evil state of being that only the brilliant or daring may defy; 
nor is it a release from the severity of life. If anything, death is the threshold of eternity. Life 
provides all known qualities, conditions, trials and tribulations that we encounter throughout 
the fruition of our purpose.

Oh, death is not the enemy, for life provides our foes, The ills, disease and suffering… the countless other woes; For this is as it was ordained since Earth was yet to be, When life evolved on other planes, the eye will never see. We all embrace our time and grow in body, mind and soul. We foster wisdom, strength and faith, fulfilling every role. Prepared or not, the time will come, our form will waste away, While life goes on, as is ordained by He who plans the way. No, death is not the enemy, an end that one should fear. It’s but a threshold for the soul to doff its mortal gear, While life transcends its bond with Man to dwell forevermore With He, whose force conceived all life and is its very core.

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God's Kind Of Poetry

His poetry written since the beginning of time
Not in mere words did he inscribe his love
But in the natural world and the human heart
It is the perfection of earth and skies above

The hills and the fish ,the eagle that soars
Deep oceans, great plains and grand woods
The music of breezes moving through  grass
And  the whisper of love from those we adore

Each one a chapter in his great book of life
I believe this is one way he chose to speak
Gifts given  freely throughout our eternity
Look, for in nature perhaps the answers we seek…..

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In His eyes was the wisdom of the ages.
In His hands was kindness and love.
His manner was tender and quiet.
In His smile was a light from above.

He traveled the highways and byways;
Spoke to rich man and beggar alike.
He taught in the streets and the temples,
Brought comfort and healing and light.

He spoke of His reason for coming,
And a home for the faithful and true.
At first He was loved by many,
And then by only a few.

He was taken to court in the city,
And put through a mockery trial.
He was hung on the cross without pity,
And taunted and rudely reviled.

Why did they do this to Jesus,
A Man who would never abuse?
His countrymen laughed and they mocked Him.
"He said He was King of the Jews".

                                                                                     Romans 15:3-4

(Want to see a hero? A real Man's Man? Well, there He is.)

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Self-gratification is the fruit of one's love,
making the artist's delighted face glow...
when every vision has been achieved,
and each intention joyfully revealed.

He will envision the shape and colors,
then transfer those images to canvas;
and with the gentles strokes of his brush...
real faces will appear and suddenly blush.

Thinker and dreamer, let passion and imagination flow,
don't be distracted by worries or external sounds below;
work diligently with your brush, transcending your own credibility...
but later, it would be too hilarious to scream out your insanity.

Self-gratification is the fruit of one's love...
that enduring, timeless legacy hard to ignore;
when others show admiration, you'll be so pleased
and motivated to add more laurels to your prestige.     

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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God's Hushed Hello's

When I smell a scented flower,
or touch the petals of a rose,
I feel I'm touching God's face,
And hearing His hushed hello's.

Listen closely and you will hear,
God whispering to you in your ear.
There is no place you cannot go,
without His voice high pitched or low.

Next to a thundering waterfall,
God's powerful voice can be heard by all.
He speaks to you wherever you are,
by a bubbling brook, or a sky full of stars.

To hear God's laughter and merry mirth,
walk through His gardens here on earth.
Where butterflies and bees buzz and flit around.
Listen and feel God's Spirit, dancing to their sound. 

In splashing rain, or sunny skies,
in singing birds, or smiling eyes,
God's presence you will sense and know,
when you stop and listen for His hushed Hello's.    

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She Danced

The flowers danced within the breeze
The music box dancer danced with ease
She danced and danced within his heart
For he loved her from the very start

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Between The Kisses And Distances

       Between The Kisses And Distances

What is that shape now taking place out there?
If distance could have a name it would be passion
A hunger for my love as she draws near
Eye candy on the wind is fashioned 

Distances grow remote, in a faraway place
Filled with emptiness and the unknown
I’m fevered, with anxiety, until I see her face
Until she is here with me and safe at home

I study every step my precious love makes
Coming from the distance brings her closer still
A small figure against what a vast landscape takes
Hair flowing out along the cliffs and hills

Between the kisses and distances mysteries are born
Like magic she appears with glowing face and smiles 
Our love will keep us fireplace warm
To savor Valentine embraces and kisses along the miles

Created on 1/21/15 for Mystic Rose’s – “Magic Kisses And Valentine Wishes” – Poetry contest 

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100 Shards of Pen

Erase a word
Mundane and wrought
Smoldering fire
Of indifferent thought

Pluck a phrase
Wild and untamed
Primordial howl
Of random flame

Sing a verse
Naked and free
Poetic gale
Of crashing seas

Tell a tale
Endearing and true
Passionate prose
Of life’s muse

Ask a heartbeat
Women and men
Who feels
100 shards of pen

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We, the Imperfect People...

We don't expect something from nothing 
but always keep hope lightly lit
We want what we know won't be quite good for us
and force situations which never will fit
We speak when we should hold our tongues by the throat
and let silence bounce off the air
We verbalize nothing and yet all at once
we scream that the world is unfair
We hold all the cards to our life in one hand
and grab with the other at dreams
We grow up imperfect and tragic and bent
and about to burst out at the seams
And yet in this comedy of errors
we still pin dark dignity down and demand
that we're made in the image of One who is mighty
and not a mere mortal, a man
We yearn for a taste of perfection
and search with an uncommon zeal
We reach out for moments which polish our bones
and convince us our future is real...

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The Worry Dolls

There is a tiny box of dolls
On the shelf by my bed
Each doll is for one worry that
May swirl inside my head

The box was given to me by
A friend, whom I adore
It started me to wondering
Just what is Worry for?

Does it serve any function as 
I purpose through each day?
Will it relieve my deepest pain
Or guide me on my way?

Can it lesson my misery 
Would it minimize strife?
And, will it add one single hour
To the end of my life?

The answer to my question is
Of course, "NO", it cannot!
So, Worry has no place in me
No victory it's wrought

The dolls-- I'll keep them anyhow
And use them differently
I'm sure my good friend wouldn't mind
A new idea, you see:

I'll pluck each miniature doll
From its box every night
And thank the Lord for giving me
A more eternal sight

Yes, with each petite figure I
Shall count one blessing too
And pray before I sleep that He'll
Make anxious hearts like new!

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Eternal Everlasting Joy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lonely Dreams

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

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Inlets and Islands

Amidst these inlets and islands
Lies a land of a patriot nation
Where clans decree their might
Together in mixed relation

From the Lowlands to the Highlands
Family names of a forgotten past
Deliver us to their present
For these surnames are here to last

Sunrises and sunsets have so greeted
Many a morn and an eve has been seen
To be born into such a nation
Through their eyes, you see just your dream

For to be born on the land of the heather
Through Glens of bracken and fern's
Birthed into one of their clans
Your first breath you have duly earned

Amidst these inlets and islands
Lies a land of a patriot nation
Where clans decree their might
Welcome to Alba, the ultimate creation

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Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”

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Open your eyes

Part not ever
from your dreams
for it's not as far
as it seems

Think not ever
that it's too far away
for at this very moment 
it's floating your way

Just open your eyes
it can be true
the time is here
but it's up to you

For many have dreamt
but were always asleep
they could not see
what was there to reap.

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SEPTEMBER BRIDES ` ` , ,,,, ,` `` ```,,,,,, ,````` magenta boughs sheer as bridal lace adorn mid summer-time trees they flutter like acrylic confetti glazed, and scattered on rapturous breeze Botticelli petals drift like scarlet flakes down to gather round pastoral feet, their fragrance fills September’s gown with brushstrokes so apricot sweet bridal trees alight as beguiling mists all clad in sultry glow’s array awoken by a waft of groom's kiss on this, God’s first September day... --------------------- quatrain © all rights reserved Especially for Brian’s September By nette onclaud

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Another Hand

God touched another hand
as last breath slipped away.
Cradled a loved one’s head
as hearts began to pray. 

God whispered I love you
while angels near him stood.
Raised his soul to heaven 
cause He promised He would.

God granted his soul peace
from life of constant pain.
Freed body from struggles
and further family strain.

God allowed him to love
to know all life’s pleasure.
But God loves him more than
one can ever measure.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

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Find My Way

Darkness is killing my will to fight
The way to climb beyond my scope
Searching for a ray of light
In an oasis called hope

Feel like a stranger in my house
Drying inward from the edge
Climbing like a spider
Got stuck in my own web

The clouds in the sky
Add to my tears
The balloons in my hand
Do not bring me cheers

Nothing to push me down from here
I can only jump without fear
I break the balloons, I dare the rain
I splash in my web full of my tears

Here I come, you can push me away
I will find my way to dodge you away
Not everytime can I go astray 
A day will come I will find my way

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Jingle Bells

Christmas shopping I will go
Red kettles at department stores
Sidewalks covered in snow
Bell-ringers spreading Christmas joy

Volunteers bring Christmas cheers
Give a dollar or two or more
For the needy the bells ring clear
Red kettles need to be filled

Goodwill is in the air
Giving donations is what it's about
For those in despair
It's the Christmas sharing and giving part

"Jingle Bells" for Kim's contest

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What is this Space

                      What is this Space.

What is this space, where I am in between
This moment that I use, and then is cast
Twix places I am going, and the many I have been
This moment that is now, and then is passed

What marvels have I missed in an eyes blink
What words ignored whilst dreaming out the day
So many, when, about it all, I think
And now I want, to late, for gone are they

Slipping by aloof, Times unseen wave
He scatters treasures, both in blue and gold
No promises along the way he gave
Was up to me to take them and to hold

So now I wake, the mind, the door, flung wide
Though memories of the past I can’t replace
I welcome blue and gold on rushing tide
And no longer have too ask, what is this space.

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Too Much Nasty Poetry

I don't like nasty limericks.
I don't like vulgar words.
I'd rather write of better things, 
like maybe watching birds.

So many poets feel the need
to write such graphic things.
The art of poetry to me
is making words that sing.

It's easy to be nasty.
It takes no brain at all.
But I can't keep from wondering
where you get the gall.

My poems may not be 'genius'.
I'm sure they don't compare
to many other writer's work
but mine, I like to share.

No matter if you're ninety
or if you're only nine
you needn't feel ashamed to click
on poetry that's mine.

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The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.

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Marigold Tongues

marigold tongues
water a flowering seed
as downy hands
mend a crushed bruised reed.

a flaxen shaft
lights a smoldering wick
as a ‘lectric beam
starts a heart’s soft tick

spines in strain
raze a barrier wall
marigold tongues
make a blade stand tall

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Les Paul Strings

There are so many sounds
That are enjoyed by so many
But the sounds i love most
Are by plectrum or penny

Lindsey Buckingham playing "Go Your Own Way"
Even Joe Perry makes "Walk This Way" say
Eric Clapton and his solo on "Cocaine"
Don Felder with "Hotel California" listening time and time again

Peter Green strumming "Man Of The World"
David Gilmour and Pink Floyd's "Time" the best i have ever heard
Jimi Hendrix with the amazing "Hey Joe"
Alex Lifeson axing "Working Man" in Toronto flow

Pete Townsend from the Who "Won't Get Fooled Again"
Neil Young and his anthem "Like A Hurricane"
George Harrison delights with "Here Comes The Sun"
Kerry Livgren from Kansas state "Carry on Wayward Son"

Tom Scholz of Boston with their "A Man I'll Never Be"
Jimmy Page from Led Zeppelin as their "Whole Lotta Love" riffs free
Neal Schon on a Journey "Who's Crying Now"
Nancy Wilson Seattle's Heart "Crazy On You" wows

The sounds you read above, are just my ones of many
Whether they are played by a plectrum, or played by a penny
I did mention above, that i loved Pink Floyd's "Time"
But second to it, is Slash's "Sweet Child of Mine"

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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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A Road Still Driven

Searching here and there, hither and thither not knowing when to stop
The road is long the path is narrow the hill so steep, is there a top?
Each twist and turn, a new obstacle, something else to overcome
But there is a way, a map for your world, no trail of biscuit crumb

Love finds you when you are lost, when the mist swallows you up
It clears away the storms; it keeps filled the cup from which you sup
The road becomes a pathway, the pathway becomes a road
The hill becomes level; love even carries that heavy load

The road well driven may not be the best, just because it’s used oft
Sometimes a change of direction helps find us when we are lost
Our road still driven need not make us worry, and should never us daunt
The road we are on needs a bump or two, it needs a little tease and taunt

A road so straight and often used, becomes a boring drive
We need a few little obstacles to remind us we are alive
So take your love hold it close, use it to guide your way each day
Then the road still driven will not be arduous, you will always find your way.

Entry For Contest  'A Road Still Driven'

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Be careful 'bout the things you say.
Make certain how they sound;
For other people may not know,
And spread their thoughts around;

Expounding on your choice of words,
And how they saw your manner.
It's best to weigh your words, my friend,
Than pay the price of candor;

For oft when people hear some things,
They take them out of context,
And on repeating what they've heard,
They give it different syntax.

They'll weave a story from your words,
That you won't recognize,
And then just try and find someone,
To stand and sympathize;

A single friend who knows you well,
And won't believe such stories,
Is hard to find when times are hard,
And gossips compound worries;

So watch your words for they have power,
Or you'll end up in mourning,
To whom and where and what you said.
Remember well this warning.

                       Proverbs 18:6-7
                          (Living Bible)

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RIP LMB Sweetheart

**Swap Quatrain**

Each stanza in this poem must be four lines where the first line is reversed in the
fourth line. Rhyming pattern AABB, CCDD, and so on.


I have so much to say, she has done so much!
She chose me, became my mentor, F*&#!!!
Tears flow, heart torn but with me she remains!
She has done so much, I have so much to say!

Such power in her verse, clung to every word!
Such diversity poetically, the humble hummingbird.
Our sessions and conversations, mentally preserved
Clung to every word, such power in her verse!

I dedicate this to you, your gods soldier now
Reminiscent our different collaborations, endowed!
So "Sweetheart" starts anew, with love I bid adieu
Your gods soldier now, I dedicate this to you

				Linda-Marie Barianna "Sweetheart"

			I have nothing but good things to say about a woman
			who has inspired so many and made everyone better
			with her aura! Linda and I have collaborated on 
			three poems and a song! Her spirit will live on here
			among all of us at PoetrySoup, Smile she looks over your
			shoulder..RIP LindaMarie Barianna "Sweetheart"

Jared Pickett

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The Door

Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage

Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb

The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default

The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship

Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock

Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7

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Life happens when you're busy,
Making other plans,
And things are often side tracked,
By circumstantial demands.

When you least expect it,
And sometimes when you do,
Life throws you a curve ball,
And some folks sit and stew.

They fuss and cuss and grumble,
Stomp their feet and call out names,
When it's just life in one big bundle,
And there's no one to blame.

Stuff happens, that's the way it is,
Grow up and face the facts.
Learn to face it like a man,
Stop putting on an act,

Like everything should be just fine,
Should be a bed of roses,
Well every rose bush has some thorns,
As well as blossoms for our noses.

Life justisn't perfect.
It's just not meant to be.
It's not your fault and it's not mine.
There's no use blaming me.

Relax and learn to smile at life.
Just take it as it comes.
You really have no other choice.
You might as well have fun.

Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out,
You'll come out better in the trade,
If when life hands you some lemons,
You'll make some lemonade.

You'll live a whole lot longer,
And maybe keep your wife,
If you stop your griping,
And accept that that's just life.

                                   Judy Ball

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An evil spirit dwells just outside,
The heart of every man;
Waiting for an open door,
Been there since time began.

This spirit seeks to cause unrest;
Slow, progressive destruction,
Of everything that we hold dear,
By clever, sly seduction.

It starts out with self pity,
Perhaps some jealousy,
Then anger shows it's ugly head,
To set the travesty.

Soon all the joy is gone from life;
No good can we find.
To all God's goodness, joy and hope,
We seem to have gone blind;

Because we listen to the whispers,
Going 'round inside our head,
And if we listen to the whispers long,
Our spirit soon is dead.

Don't let anger, hurt, jealousy and holding grudges take all the beauty out of your life.
That's one of Satan's biggest and best weapons, self pity.
Count your blessings not your curses.

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Into Autumn we Walked

We waved goodbye to the summer skies
As we walked below the last canopies of green
Our memories in awe at mother natures blooms
Appreciative as we witnessed her scene

Fading colourful spectrum's shared many a bed
Butterflies and insects buzz out another year
Yesterdays scents captured in our minds
Her beauty simply amazes, even brings a few tears

The winds through the trees whistle mournful tunes
Whilst the weakened leaves start their spiralling fall
We walk as they drift on the Autumn breeze
To watch their demise leaves an eerie enthral

The evening descends absorbing the light of the day
Giant cathedrals of brown change to an ebony black
Invisible sounds resonate amongst shadows of dark
This seasonal change shows no lack

Hand in hand we have walked through this beautiful park
Stopping and staring at the most beautiful of views
We head back home contemplating tomorrows writes
My girl and I sharing natures inspirational muse

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1 Corithians 13

Love is always patient
in deed and word is kind
can not abide the green eyed monster
so envy will not find.

It never tries to gloat or brag
it can not be malicious
does not demand to have it's way
is never once suspicious.

Is always calm when under pressure
can't laugh when others stumble
doesn't try to tally wrongs
wont quit, complain or mumble

It always to the future looks
is positive, fair and just
ever eager to find the best
in others wants to trust.

It never fails when hardships hit
keeps fast to what is true
when all else seems to fall apart
true love sees us through.

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The Dandelion

The dandelion sat along on the hill 
watching the rose's play.
He asked to join the fun and games;
is it all right if I stay?
The rose's said, you can not play,
for you are not one of us.
Go back to your hill to your grassy clump,
and don't you make a fuss.
For we are tall with our beautiful stems
and nicely shaped leaves.
Our petals are grand,
the best in the land, 
so stay away you weed.
A beautiful flower, tall and grand,
you are, the dandelion sighed.
Your petals are grand, the best in the land,
but i'd rather be pretty inside.
For the rose's and their beauty so grand, 
will fade and wither with time,
but the dandelion's beauty within,
is one thing that will never die. 

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Distant Heart

Your sun may be clouded
My sun may be bright
But I know that we see
The same moon tonight

I climb on the roof
And I gaze at the stars
Hoping you can also see
Planet Mars

No matter the distance
Near or apart
Just know that you will
Always be in my heart

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Quatrain for Robin Hood

When Robin Hood hides in our wood
I shall not turn him out
I'll let his merry gentlemen
Hang all their bows about.

So when a swaggering M.P.
Comes riding by alone
The arrows of the hidden host
Will ring against the stones.

The horse rears up,the man looks round
To see what's caused the stir
And what he sees amidst the trees
Is green men everywhere

Let him complain to Sheriffs all.
The green men will be gone.
When soldiers come to hunt them out
They've vanished every one.

The forests of England are the home
Of rabbit,deer and game.
The green men live their natural life
And we should do the same.

let us all take to the greenwood life
And feel the strength of trees
They do not change at every poll,
Nor do just what they please.

In Nature all is linked to one
And one to all extends.
If we could change our cut throat ways
Maybe all could be friends.

The hearts and souls of all of us,
Form a great human wood.
So let the love we feel be shared,
And heard for the common good.

If everyone is given their place
Then Robin could go home
His men would not be in my wood,
And M.P.'s could safely roam.

Let us all sing,"Robin for King,"
"We all want Robin Hood."
"He took the money from the rich
To be spent for the common good.

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                                  THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE

In the Spring time I was blossoming,
The world was bright and new.
I learned to laugh annd cry and fight,
For what I knew was true.

That there`s a time to have your fun,
And there`s a time for work,
A time when we must learn to earn,
And value all life`s perks.

In Summer time I learned of life,
Of people and the world.
I learned that life`s a mixture,
Of experience, a whirl,

That sometimes life moves way too fast,
It should be sipped and savored,
Or else it plays out way too soon,
And loses all it`s flavor.

In Fall I learned acceptance,
That what must be will be.
It does no good to fuss and fret,
`Bout what was denied me;

For some it seems are richly blessed,
While others get the crumbs,
Who gets what is up to God,
From Whom all good things come.

Now Winter fast approaches,
And what`s important now,
Is what memories I`ll leave behind,
Who remembers me, --- and how.

                                                   Judy Ball

For At This Age Contest by Nette Onclaud

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"God's Ace" (Up The Sleeve)

Great solar winds
Agape’s breath
Where souls began
Cosmos's bequeath

First living soul
Then quickened spirit
Life’s son of gold
Mind soon seared it

Minds spent time
Lost from Agape
Became cursed in time
And not love’s copy

Within love’s genre
As solar wind blows
Renewing must be
Love's kingdom glows

The kingdom not swayed
By observation
Love's DNA
Whole convocation

Agape’s copy
Surety of life
Never sloppy
Devours the mind's strife
Life has surety
Carnal will not sway
Ace of purity
Holy DNA!!


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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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The power of the spoken word,
Can cure or it can kill.
It's up to you who wields the sword,
To use it as you will;

Defending those attacked by words,
Or helping to bring down,
The tongue can be a weapon, Friend,
Or see that wounds are bound.

A two edged sword will swing both ways,
To bring down friend or foe,
And once it's set in motion,
There's no telling where it goes.

We can but stand and watch the waves,
Of wrath that it will bring,
And hope that soon the squall is spent,
And learn from what we've seen;

But if we use it wisely,
The word can be a balm,
To bind up wounds quite nicely,
And bring the heart a song.

                                                                                             Proverbs 25:11

                                                                  Proverbs 10:19

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My Darling Tink's

We photographed this shoot
Against frosted glass
In the shape of hearts
That captured her class

Her long blond hair
Catches the light
Her curvaceous shape

Peachy skin
Immaculate pose
She looks
My love for her grows

White silk robe
In midriff drape
This vista, my view
I am left agape

Our shoot closes
The applause we take
As i turn to my Tink's
My darling, its you who makes

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The Rain Effect

The rain outside my door
Its talk, a calming effect
Upon my restless spirit, implores 
the need to reflect.

The rain, drenching the moors
Its pounding upon rocky crests
Like the clapping of hands, soars
Upon the senses, dissolving stress.

The rain inviting me outdoors
Its plead to leave the comfort of concepts
Exchanging the warmth of safe indoors
For the dramatic cold of clarity, intercepts.

The rain, cleansing a downpour 
Its relentlessness stripping the walls erected
Around the damaged heart, explores
Upon new possibilities, wider directed.

The rain, beckoning a force
Its puddles upon my feet impress
With childlike laughter, a dance extorts
Revving the spirit, the genuine soul expressed. 

By CarolineCécile
copyright © 02.06.10

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I have entered many poetry contests
to display my amazing number of sixty or more,
only one of my poems has won first place;
poets are like enduring athletes who fight to the very core! 

One big hurray goes to myself for the first win,
congratulations to the other participants
who are on the top of that list, or have been
awarded Honorable Mentions for their efforts!  

When my poem doesn't make it to the finalists's list,
I don't feel discouraged, I brazen out the doubt and try again;
even Lance Armstrong, with his skills, can't always win his race,
and the trophy must be given to someone else!

I rejoice when some of the chosen poets appear 
on the winners' list; I am happy for their accomplishment,
and into a word-restricted message's box I gladly comment
on their poetry...with the insight of an achiever!

And for those whose names never made it as previously thought,
I honestly tell you, from experience, not to be a bit discouraged...
your time will come when your enthusiasm will require a big shout;
never put the word, " Winner " to rest, write for fun and persist instead! 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Life Unexpected

I sat quietly weeping 
My womb forever sleeping
No baby ever to grow there in.
Doctor says that I am barren.

Years go by I try to cope.
Lovers leave there is no hope.
Strange these flutters in my belly.
Sick so sick, everything is so smelly.

Flutters turn to kicks and wiggles.
Labor pains, and I have the giggles.
Husband standing by my side.
Now four children are my pride.

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He was the bard from Stratford, and as a teenager
he helped his father in his trade; he married and had children
and became the most popular and admired play writer
in all England...acting was also his other pleasurable passion.    

Curious Queen Elisabeth was one of the thousand spectators,
who came to see him in the Globe theater...she shed tears, 
and was stunned by the performance of his timeless plays,
and yet, some of his fellow-poets criticized him for his writings!

I wish I had lived in that Victorian era so intellectual and refined,
and had met him in person and had showed him my ample admiration;
I would have asked him the secret, which made him so legendary and loved...
and he would have whispered it to me, to make me revel in that revelation!     

I have read his inspiring works, and tragedies rampantly occur
from " Romeo and Juliet"...the Verona's immortal lovers, through" Hamlet "
whose insanity was undoubtedly caused by the specter of his father; 
and why didn't Shakespeare choose less dramatic plays not ending in death?

He wanted to teach us indelible lessons to show us how the human spirit
can be passionate, adamant, loveless, envious, cruel, unfair and treacherous...
to outline all kinds of guilt: from murder to envy so well-expressed with eloquence;
it's no mystery to anyone how he conjured up such plots with grief, madness and wit!    

Shakespeare was no ordinary kid, and he played with his siblings on Henley Street,
neighbors saw him trot to his grammar school, later he would make everyone weep; 
early in adolescence, did his prodigious mind envision one from a vague thought?
It's no wonder that he is widely read even today...hear his speak, he'll impart worth!  

Entered in Amy Green's contest, " Wow Me With Inspiration "

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Sweet Pasture Picture

Within these vast and roofless hallowed halls 
Under skies holding clouds like distant smoke. 
Beyond heaving hills sunlight fades and falls. 
Stands a solitary, grand, majestic oak. 

As this great oak's shadow looms far and fast 
Stretching as light of evening turns to shade. 
Colors red and yellow soft clear as glass. 
A moment's view this picture God has made.

In Heaven gold and silver will be His grass. 
His love is extended beauty's center piece. 
Not briefly, but eternally beauty shall last. 
Heaven's pasture with light, sweet joy, and peace. 

Theo artist have tried with word, oil and stone 
To recreate which God to all men give
No canvas or sculpture shall ever clone 
Beauty of both pastures where we may live. 

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I Wasn't Alone

There on that bench, here in this park
Was where I met God, alone in the dark.
He wasn’t adorned with riches galore.
He was a pauper man, not needing more.

He sat with me then, as I was so scared.
Just eight years old, and I got lost at the fair.
Separated from family, didn’t know where to go
I sat on the bench and waited there so.

Along came this man, scared of him I was
Until he sat next to me, I lost fear because
He spoke with a tone and offered a hand,
A sign to me that he would understand.

I told him my story. He said not to fear.
He’d stay with me until family was near.
I felt reassured and safe as could be.
His warm soft voice, it blanketed me.

Then in the distance, my dad had appeared.
He was right all along, I had nothing to fear.
My dad came up crying and hugged me so tight.
I then turned to that man to wish him goodnight.

He was there on the bench, I knew it for sure.
When I turned my head, he wasn’t there anymore.
I looked at my dad and told him of my tale
He smiled back at me and fell awfully pale.

He said, “Son when you need him, God does appear.
It’s not very strange that He was right here.
He serves and protects and loves us all much.
I believe He was here and gave you His touch.”

I was amazed at those words that my father said.
I couldn’t wait to go home and pray at my bed.
“Dear God up in the Heaven, I thank you, I do.
You sent me a savior and that savior was You.

You reached to this child, protected this night.
You offered him hope and provided light.
You took away his fear and made him feel warm.
Mostly, Dear God, you kept him from harm.

Thank you.”

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If you see me stumbling
and you're watching me to see
if I'll fall or make it...
reach out your hand to me.

If you hear me crying
and you sense my misery,
offer me a helping hand
but please...don't cry for me.

If you know my weakness
and you fear my strength is low...
Stay with me untill I'm strong.
If you love me, let me know.

If you ever need me
just look and I'll be there.
You'll never have to wonder
just how much I care.

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Guardian Angel

Hear me Angel, Guardian Angel
Hear my cries, dry these tears I shed
Give to me a new perspective
Help me change the life I've led

Touch me Angel, Guardian Angel
Teach my spirit not to roam
Sometimes I feel so abandoned
Sometimes I feel far from home

Lead me Angel, Guardian Angel
From these demons I know too well
Give me courage, remove my fear
As I stand at the fires of Hell

Guide me Angel, Guarian Angel
Through the streets filled with despair
Where there is hatred, fear and anger
Let me find love, teach me to care.

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Show the World

Hands to the sky, raise them higher than high
Let your smile tell the world of your delight
Clap if you will, let them hear you better still
Let your sounds of joy flourish day and night

As far as happiness goes, we will always know 
If you’re sharing well with us the way you feel
Let it all come out, beyond a shadow of a doubt
We will then know that your happiness is real

Don’t ever fake it…live it!

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Struggles and success, Sufferings and happiness, Dreams and Goals building to life; Like colours of the rainbow making light.
A blessed day for you my dear readers :) Cheer Up, God bless

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I Serve The Lord

I serve the Lord
	By the things I do
            	I am his servant
                       		 These words are true
My eyes have seen things
          Only evil men know
          		My heart has lived places
                       		 Only evil men go
My mind has thought things
	Only evil men think
            	My lips have tasted things
                        	Only evil men drink
I have lived places
	Only evil men live
		I have gave orders
                       		Only evil men give
I once traded my soul
	To live in a flask
            	I lived in the shadows
                       		Adorned with a mask
My truth is my honor
	My words are my plight
	 	I serve the Lord
			By the words that I write
I no longer grow old
	By the light of the moon
            	No longer is my soul
			Swimming in a spoon
I serve the Lord
	By the things that I do
		Have no doubt in your heart
			These words are true
Once in a miracle
	Through the words of a rhyme
		A sinner found Christ
			And stopped doing time
Set free on a mission
	To enlighten your soul
		I follow the Lord
			In search of my goal
The man that I was
	No longer exist
		He died the first time
			My wife and I kissed
Inside of a box
	I decided to pray
		Stepping out of the darkness
			  Embracing the day
I serve the Lord
	Through the words I write
		Your soul is my mission
			Serving God is my plight
I don’t criticize or judge
	That’s just not my way
		I simply bow my head
			And for everyone I pray
The prayer is quite simple
	It’s a spiritual bath
		I just ask the Lord
			To enlighten your path
The brighter the light
	The lighter the Son
		When this life is over
			This job will be done
I follow the Lord 
	He guides my path
		It’s all very simple
			No complicated math
I serve the Lord
	In all that I do
		If you wish to know why
			It’s because I love you

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Moments Matter

Born of moments matter
	To burn for moments sake
Condemned to moments past
	For future moments make

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A Beautiful Creation

Life can be such a fragile thing.
There is nothing that is for sure
When you think its figured out
Circumstance has no certain cure

It changes in a matter of seconds
Sometimes change is in the cards
As life teeter-totters up and down
Being the fulcrum can be very hard

As we plan ahead we look behind
Using our memories from the past
Just as every dream has a scheme
Every single play must have a cast

As you choose your teams players
Learn to choose them very wise
Many people you cross in this life
Are illusions based solely on lies?

I was once that type of person
Wizard came before my name
My universe was in my flask
I was a master of the game

Honesty has no boundaries
It is never best for us to lie
If we do these words are true
Something up inside of us dies

Life and death is but a breath
Only a second rest in-between
Through honesty I have found
Lies destroy any type of dream

So as you build up your life
Let truth be your foundation
In the end, you my dear friend
Will be such a beautiful creation

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On Grandma's Farm

There's an antique red barn
Sits atop the hill
And a small little pond
Chock full of blue-gill 

There's old rusty cars
Which haven't ran in years
And a hundred year old house
Once manufactured by Sears
It's loaded full of memories
It's filled with lots of charm
It's a place I know and Love
It's all there...On Grandma's Farm

Used to go there every Sunday
From as far back as I can remember
Sledding down the hill
In the snow come December

I Loved it out at Grandmas
Playing with toy tractors in the sand
Going to help split wood
Just to lend a helping hand

I Loved it winter, spring and summer
But my favorite time of all
Was when the leaves all turned
The wonderful colors of fall

I was carefree and happy
The world was free from harm
Way back when I was a kid
Out On My Grandma's Farm

© 2011 Kevin Stock

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The Essence of Solitude

In subtle silence runs a river of hopes and dreams To find the essence of solitude, I must bridge its width So I wait, with patience, anticipating the quiet hush Its powerful roars come with solace, peace and true girth It drapes the busy walls like rich, velveteen brocade Tranquil, I find myself in its unfettered embrace I become a cocoon enwrapped in comfort and warmth Captivated, in the moment I savor the sweet taste In recline, my heart beats to its rhythmic chant And my breathing becomes slow, deeply sublime While I inhale the soothing fragrance of lavender oils The world is shut out and heart reaches its climb Peacefully drifting, light as leaf upon a river My soul rises to sing sacred songs of praise Enthralled in beauty of suspended animation And I breathe in the silence with solitude encased ~*~
Note: For Paula Swanson's "Breathe in Silence" Contest By : Audrey Carey

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Crush the giant apart


It's very intriguing how life's test is
Unpredictable hurdles like a Lecturer's quiz
One giant in life I so tremble and fear
Especially, when the cliff-hanger draws near

Yet, I'll never stop believing in myself
O yes! Never stop believing in yourself
Through thick and thin I'll prevail
There's no way I'll fail

I'll keep moving towards the promised land
I'll keep moving and not stand
I'll attack and crush my giant apart
O yes! There's so much power in my heart

I'll tear him apart, I'll pull him down
I'll scatter him upon the ground
I'll give him my best 'Gargo' shot
And blow him at his blind spot

I'll strike his eyes and wash it with turpentine
I'll cut of his tongue and his intestine
I'll break him down and cut of his head
I'll crush this giant and finish him like bread

I'll play hard from beginning to end, I'll go on
Though the cliff may be tedious and long
I'll go on to achieve my quest
O yes! I'll go out to be the best

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Christmas Time's Around the Bend

The time has come to string the lights and decorate the tree, Fix-up the barn an' house a mite for all the folks to see, Cause Christmas time's around the bend, an' Santa's underway A-makin' toys for girls an' boys, an' gifts to fill his sleigh. The widder Jones, from down the road, her cook-stove's bellerin' smoke, She makes tamales ever year for passin' city-folk. But through the year she cusses 'em for just a-passin' by, An' raisin’ dust she’s gotta to sweep when that ol' road is dry. The school put on their annual play and that turned into fun. They cast my nephew as the babe; he played the Holy Son! The Wise Men never had a chance. They got a real surprise, When baby Jesus tossed his milk an' caught one in the eyes. But ever year I'm still amazed by changes folks can make, Like Mister Groves, a stubborn coot I'd often like to shake. He turns a leaf at Christmas time, an' acts just like a saint, He'll drive to town an' do for folks that's crippled, sick an' cain't. On Christmas Day, the kids in town get stockings filled with loot. For some it's still a mystery but it's that "stubborn coot". I saw him late one Christmas Eve a-tendin' to the chore; For ever kid, in ever house, he left one at the door. It never snows on Christmas Day, it's mostly never missed. No sleighs to ride or sleds to slide, the things could fill a list, But there's no other place on Earth at any time of year That holds a light to what we have, the people livin' here. We've shared our lives an' memories, each dream, desire an' plan. We've touched each other ever way that God designed for man. With all their strengths and weaknesses, we love 'em still the same When Christmas time's around the bend, an' times that have no name.

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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 Psalm for the Prisoner

O Lord, hear my simple cry;
set this weary captive free!
For I’m condemned by my past,
imprisoned by the dungeon of me.

Break the restraints of attachment
that are distressing my soul -
Destroy the chains of my ignorance,
which continue to undermine Your control.

Forcefully storm the stony gates
that shelter the stronghold of my heart.
Let the destructive plague be swept away!
I thirst for Your Presence, as the woodland hart.

The shadow of Your magnificent wings,
protect me from the terrors of the night.
Shine Your Light into my spirit, thus allowing me…
To firmly stand by faith and not by human sight.

Lord, I offer this pledge to You -
Yours, are my love and humble devotion,
in exchange for your unerring counsel
and my acceptance of Your Salvation.

For now, a sentry of angels surround me,
forming a holy prayer circle of peace.
Embrace me with Your loving kindness,
as I desire… Your permanent release.

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:

Psalm 91, Hebrews 11:1, Luke 4:18, Psalm 102:20, John 8:12,31-36, Psalm 42:1-2

Learn more about me and my poetry at:

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In My Mind

" A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet."
                                                                        by a Rambling Poet

In my mind I can wander down the path
Feel the lovely peace of evening tide
Escape the walls that hold me fast
And with nature for a time abide

I always loved to walk at sundown
Feeling the passing of the day
How I long to hear the bird songs
and watch the squirrels at play

My body has betrayed me now
And can no longer take me there
But the path is vivid in my mind
And for that moment I have no care

For the" Woodland Path" contest
Barbara Gorelick    6/8/11

written for a friend who is bedridden 

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The man to whom I have been wed,
For low these many years,
Has never shared his love with me,
Now wants to share his fears.

I Don't Want To.

My feelings never mattered much,
He told me, don't complain,
And now we're old he thinks that I,
Should gladly share his pain.

Why Should I?

When I am sick he doesn't care,
I must care for myself,
But if it's him then I must do,
All that I can to help.

For What Reason?

I used to try to talk to him,
Tried to build a bond.
He didn't want to hash it out,
And all I did he shunned.

I'm Done Now.

He says that I'm uninterested,
Don't care, not a good wife.
He should have learned so long ago,
Good husbands make good wives.

                                       Judy Ball

"So husbands ought to love their wives as they love their own bodies.
He who loves his wife loves himself for no one ever hated his own flesh
but nourishes it and cherishes it just as Christ also loved the church."
                                                                                  Ephesians 5:28-29

"Nevertheless let each idividual among you also love his own wife even as himself,
and let the wife see to it that she respect her husband."
                                                                                    Ephesians 5:33

Inspired by Russell Sivey's relationship contest

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

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Getting to see the white tunnel
Eyes transfixed with anticipation
Love ones gone before, awaiting
At the entrance, filled with inspiration
Smiling faces starting to appear
Arms outstretched from long lost loves
Entering the arch, feeling the warmth of love
Sensations felt from the wings of doves
Walking the roads that are pure gold
Meeting the Heavenly Father, on the throne 
Living in paradise all my days, as foretold
Angels flying all around, singing hymns intone. 
    ~~~A.D.--- After Death~~~

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Embryo's Of The Imagination

The imagination is a sheltered womb Busy with embryos waiting to bloom Kindred ideas dormant in the garden of the mind Waiting for us to connect the modules stored over time As labor progresses the embryos ready their dreams for birth The arm of the mind releases the Words that are born to dazzle the earth The paper is the earth A pen is the writers shovel Words written are the seeds Planting produces the novel Those who read enlarge your crop © Carole Cookie Arnold

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Your Magical Bank Account

Imagine if you were to wake up one morning
To discover you're the big jackpot winner
Eighty-six thousand, four hundred dollars
You could treat the whole neighbourhood to dinner

Well you're a big jackpot winner every single day
Cause eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds
Are deposited in your Magical Bank account
Like a bonus sent down straight from heaven

Use them wisely your account could be closed
At any old time without warning
Time races by much quicker than you imagine
No guarantees you'll see another morning

So enjoy yourself, live your life to the fullest
Each second is worth much more than gold
Live and love with sweet kindness in your heart
It's a ticket straight to heaven I've been told

© Jack Ellison 2012

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We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.

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The wildflower begins its life as a seed
Within itself it contains all it will need
Along with the rain and the sun to feed
To become something we can't it will succeed

For despite the problems that around them lie
The wildflower stays beautiful as time goes by
Not realizing we no longer stop to see
Or care anymore how fragile they can be

They continue to fill the air with their sweet perfume
But as time goes by we give them less and less room
More concrete and cities in their path now loom
I'm afraid their future could hold some serious gloom

So as down this road of life you race
The next time you happen upon a place
Where wildflowers put a smile on your face
Take the time to stop and pick yourself a vase!

©Donna Jones

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Riddled face, weary under clouds quite late, night of hope screeches of decent meal to eat. A boy cups his hands again, a hunched fate plucking tin can on lanes primed for the elite. Cold the body wrapped like soiled paper bag approaching cars and men with dollar points, and bypassed like a nameless stamp, a rag while he coughs for some gentle plea: coins, coins. Then, the waif rushed to me near the helm claiming a folder got pinned on my backseat door, with pure kindness in his eyes; I felt ashamed casting doubt on his intent, my breath appalled. “Thank you”, let’s talk a while was my invite as we dined, the stench of poverty I dismissed. Gazing at a warm face that spoke of grim plight, he longed of math and arts , important on his list. This boy, stirring me back to values of kindness, received a free education in lower grade school. The folder he saw, a prize I won as bonus reclaimed my sense of charity, my inner jewel. Thank You Contest: Patricia Ellis

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Beyond vantage point

When the sun disappears from our presence
Hidden away by huge orbs of dark clouds
Spirits become forlorn, emotions tensed
Our focus is lost, and we float about.

As if we just lost our best friend, we mourn
The days when the sun made it all sublime
We could see our life and future far out
Sure, all of our dreams would come true in time.

Suddenly it all disappears from view
Fears enter our being, and hopes are gone
Whisked away by menacing threats of doom
We blame the elements for this let down.

In so doing, we fail to see the truth
That we were made in the image of God
That within us lie the strength, the virtues
And vision to reach beyond our look out.

In truth, the sun shines on, even when shunned
By storm cloud like forces out of its grasp
That oppose its purpose, till once again
It breaks through and in its rays we bask.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.22.11

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Why sit and worry over things,
That seem to happen daily;
Little things that come and go,
That just annoy us, really?

Why get angry over certain things,
That those around us do;
'Cause people make mistakes sometimes,
And life's too short to stew,

O'er things that sometimes come  about,
Without a soul to blame,
'Cept Happen-stance and Circumstance,
For want of other names.

To fume and worry constantly,
Makes mind and body sicken.
It doesn't solve a single thing.
It takes the joy from livin';

For God has deemed that rain will fall,
On fair and foul alike,
And what can grow without the rain,
As well as warm sunlight;

So take the rain and praise the Lord,
For sunlight and for showers,
And thank Him every day that dawns,
For blessings He's made ours.

                               Matthew 5:44-45

In other words be grateful what you have and don't sweat the small stuff.
Everybody has problems, you ain't unique.

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Waves of cinnamon thrill my childhood senses down Eastwood’s stall for pancake’s fluffy batter browned choco bits riding on syrup’s edges and frothy heap of whipped cream topped on platter Grandma’s chirped voice begins to dance in my head her sunlit eyes egging me for rounds of treat. Visions of youth bring me to days, warmly fed, I end the meal pining for her cherished feast. © Sara Kendrick’s A Pleasant Childhood Memory

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Without the Dark

Without the dark, we could not see the stars;
Without some pain, we would not treasure joy;
Without some upset, none would savour peace;
Without some trial, none could faith employ.

Without the clouds and rain, we'd tire of sunshine;
Without some hurt, we'd never know forgiveness;
Without some battle, none would learn to conquer;
Without some mountains, none could upward progress.

Without the dark, the light would seem so plain;
Without the dark, it would not be as bright;
And so, my prayer for all who read these lines
Is that you'll see the stars throughout the night. 

*Inspired by, "Without the dark, we wouldn't see the stars." 
  Written October ninth, two thousand and thirteen.
  Contest Name: "Write with your Heart: 12 lines."

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Weep No More Madiba

An Elegy for Anti-apartheid icon Nelson Mandela

Oh Madiba! My Warrior! My Rolihlahla!
Madiba a proud warrior of ancestral savannah
Thousands of your children sing your name
Many of your children chant your fame

Your fame that flows like blood in our veins
All veins are broken for the loss of a great son
A son we stood tall, proud and strong
A strong tree has fallen and is now cruising along

Tell me Madiba! Tell me Rolihlahla
Is this your bow that is broken?
This bow that once shot western kings
Now sleeping in the Lord of the rings

You were taken forever from your children
You were taken deep into the woods
Torn and tortured in the dungeon of great pain
Only to be gathered and think off in our brain

Weep no more Madiba! Weep no more great son of Africa
Now, like never before we are standing together as one
Freedom you fought, we’ve had for many a day
God be with your soul great Madiba as we mourn and pray

The Poet Preacher 1 © 2013

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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.

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The Silence of the Deaf

The soft sound of a brook, the bark of a dog
Or the tone of his mothers loving voice
These he will never know or remember
In carrying  this burden, he had no choice

His life is accompanied by silence
Each and every minute of the day
But I think he hears his own song
And has peace in his own special way

To find ourselves in perfect silence
Is something that has to be sought
To tune out  life's noisy distractions
Perhaps a gift his deafness has brought

For the "silence" contest.....

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The White Cross

Drifting in pride through a nameless sea.
I’m not alone for He comforts me.
My body lies in the cold, cold ground,
I’ve died for the cause of liberty.

The sons of these or the sons of those
now embracing their own wilted rose,
calling loudly from the cold, cold ground.
Fight ! Our freedom grows and grows.

When in the brunt of death, snow and sleet,
our failing and shortcomings we meet,
embrace the truth of the cold, cold ground,
and rise Phoenix, rise above defeat.

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Words Spoken

So many words that have no meaning, spoken in our society.
So many people not understanding, what they even speak.
Why should they use God's name in vain, does it make them big inside?
Why should they use four letter words, just what are they trying to hide?

I find it so in T.V. and books, and even on the common street.
What is it that makes our society one of evil and conceit?
What can we do but pray, to change it back to God above?
So on my knees, I lift my voice to Him, for the Country that I love.

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In the darkened attic, cold wind hisses Drifting through mist of unfulfilled wishes. The urge to stray climbs on hurrying ticks, Cold wind hisses in the darkened attic. Keepers of light, they open her desire Promising hope, lost dream she will acquire As remnant of fear leaves the rabid night, They open her desire, keepers of light. From heart’s window, footsteps quiver To saunter onward and claim dream’s flicker Rips of long nights soon abate her sorrow, Footsteps quiver from heart’s window. Slowly her fire roams, hands pick stiff brushes Fingers tracing easels of stars’ splashes. In this world, inner passion finds true home Hands pick stiff brushes, slowly her fire roams. … . …….. . . (c) *Swap Quatrain : each stanza is a quatrain where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. Kim Merryman’s 'What Dreams are Made Of ' Contest 31 July 2012

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Silently standing proud, so tall
Its peaks search the ski's prophesy   
Inspiring souls to be quite bold
To be filled with their majesty.

What kind of stress did it all take?
How long, how much devastation?
How many earthquakes did it take?
To reach their emancipation.

To look at you, leaves me in awe
Moved by your extreme reverence
And all the potential yet to know
That lives within each existence.

Including my own, when climbing,
Walls, high as their rocky boulders
Reaching, looking for sure footing
Beating temperatures much colder.

Wishing so many times to quit
Loosing faith, hope and the patience
One will need to be equipped with
Till their wisdom's my allegiance.

Remember what started it all 
Remember the dream, the love felt
Skies, unlimited, now you know
The limits were your own concepts.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 06.10.11

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A Crystal Tear

As angels gathered ‘round 
I heard sweet music play
They played this song for you
On this, your special day

I cried a crystal tear
Upon my cheek it did lay
I cried this special tear
As God called you away

I put this tear in my pocket
There is where it will stay
Within a heart shaped locket
Until we meet again one day

Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend

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Chocolate bunnies and Easter eggs,
Fluffy chicks and lambs at play,
The spring of the year is a beautiful time,
And we celebrate as the time draws nigh,

To remember the reason for all our good cheer;
For now is the time The Resurrection draws near.
We celebrate Jesus who conquered the foe,
Of Sin and Death and delivered our souls,

Up from the abyss where we languished in wait,
Beneath the burden of unspeakable hate.
He marched into Hell and in triumph brought out,
All who are His and they came with a shout;

Victory is ours because Jesus lives,
He's salvaged our souls and He's cleansed and forgives,
All who will come to Him, on us He bestows,
A robe of His Righteousnesss as it was foretold!

We honor the Sacrifice made by Father and Son,
And we honor the love that redeemed us as one.
We celebrate the Victory won over our foe.
We celebrate Jesus, our Conquering Hero.

                                                             Judy Ball

                           1Corinthians 15:51-58

For LindaMarie's Easter Inspirations Contest

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Never Erased

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

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Life itself is bigger than any love affair
The magic of being in love may disappear
One partner may become tired of what both share
Leaving the other in a sad state of despair

If you are one with love that is still enduring
Please be thankful each day for what you are sharing
If the love you once shared has come to an ending
Though it may not be easy please stop your crying

The price you are now paying with your suffering
Is not worth someone who is no longer caring
So just wipe away all those tears and start smiling
Lift your head up and see the sun is still shining

Listen to the birds and you will hear them singing
Look at a sunset and enjoy what you're seeing
Feel the glorious warmth of the sunshine on your skin
Enjoy fully the wondrous beauty of living

Even though life may not be peaceful as a dove
Here is something you should always mindful of
Love of life is more precious than all other love
Grasp this sacred treasure with blessings from above

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Choices To Face

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

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Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!

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Enjoy This Place

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

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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.

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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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That Drop from the Sky

Few Drops from the sky
Like to join a stream
May trickle down the earth
Or vanish in thin air

The journey of life
Know not where you land
Think not of the end
You may never begin

Dream to reach where
You want to end
Take the path
Fear not where you begin

I wish to be that drop
Herald the onset of rain
Seek not any gains
Soothe other’s inner pains

If not reach the goal I choose
I will be the road
Make doable for others
To reach my end

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Follow your heart

You've heard it said... "follow your heart"
For relentless desire bleeds for craven want
Yet when indecision weighs on life's many parts
Those opposed abandon not incessant haunt 

Pin pricked light shines brighter 
Through onyx colored scene
Weakness revealed when life is darkest
Specks of defect in the fortress of our need

Ones heart can be a complexity
An up hill struggle when obscurity feels blind
A quandary of perception in a house of mirrors
Reflections twisted by perplexities of the mind

Follow your heart yes live your dreams
Leave not your mind unreasoned
To walk the path less traveled leaves
A consequence of actions completed 

So it is with indecision 
To scale the weight of what's to come
When precious life hangs trembling in the balance
A calculated measure of the hearts true sum

Can we really overthink those choices we make
For somewhere every road has an end
Rugged or velvety destinations take root
And blossom where choices were stemmed 

I've heard of double minded fools
Tossed like waves in the sea
Perhaps it's simply this woman's folly
To think it couldn't happen to me

Oh to measure the value of dreams
Which to follow or leave for not
Simplicity frowns on passions extremes 
Such answers must be skillfully wrought

I pray that with my every tomorrow 
I'll be wiser than today
Knowing when it's time to seek the dream
And patient if I must wait

For now I wish but only
To know my own heart in truth
And weigh the scales of value correctly
Then follow with greater wisdom when in naivety's youth

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When I Surrender

When I surrender my all to the Lord
I give the whole that is inside of me
My thoughts are no longer just mine
Secrets shared daily, just  Him and I
All of my body, heart, mind and soul
Turned over to Him a hundred percent
To the one who created me like Him
In His image; He loved me before birth
I bow on my knees and cry Holy to Him
Trying to completely give more each day
My body is His temple I must keep clean
Walking closer to the Lord each day
Every inch I lay at His feet, giving all joy
Nothing too small or too tall to surrender
I give Him my fears as He wipes my tears
Lingering with Jesus in my prayers daily
When I pick up the bible, He speaks to me
He tells me about eternity and His promises
Once again, each day, I surrender my all
Jesus will never let me fall from His grace

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Through the Camera Lens

Through the camera lens
She appears to me
But in negative
She looks so differently

Enhanced is her shape
Delicious in curve
Negative shadows
Hugging clothes serve

Pout and pert
Posture of shape
My eyes in trance

Shadows of black
Stand out eyes
Piercing me
Leaves me in sigh

Through the camera lens
She appears to be
The negative
Of what I normally see

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More Than Gold

What is the worth of a long, long life,
If when that long life ends,
One has more than enough of earthly wares,
But is devoid of friends?

When I am called before the Lord
To kneel at His Holy Throne,
I hope to report I have treasured love
Over anything else I may own.

The love of family and friends
Is a gift that's beyond compare.
The longest of lives would go unmarked
Without family and friends who care.

For Gareth James' Inspirational Contest

Shared no. 1

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Who is the wise man

When your deeds are high why worry; keep your heads high

Many may ditch you; few may follow you; if not walk alone

Do not go by what others do; Appreciate not for seeking theirs

Respect is what you earn, futile to solicit it from others


Need not follow the disappearing trends, recommend the best

Be the judge for you, respond to criticism; do not hate others

Ignore those who hate you, forget those who own up their mistakes

Guidance is how you seek, who is the wise man? – find them in others


The path you walk will be charted by you; expect not from others

When your deeds are high why not keep your heads high

Many may ditch you; few may follow you; if not walk alone

There are many like you, keep walking; the world is bound to follow you.

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I don't want to spread bad news,
So I can't say who told me,
But So And So was seen down town,
In most unsavory comp'ny.

It seems a shame that she can't see,
Her actions tell her story,
But you know me, I don't tote tales,
I just can't help but worry.

You should have seen her carry on,
Or so I'm told of course;
I can't say for sure myself,
And can't reveal my source;

For that might cause them untold shame,
And throw bad light on me.
I wouldn't want the town to think,
That I'd drum up such folly;

But mark my word, sure as I'm born,
That girl will rue the day,
That she set out and marked her course,
Along the wayward way;

But I don't like to carry tales,
So see this goes no further.
Just pray for her and ask The Lord,
To bless her poor, dear mother.

                                                    Proverbs 26:22

(Did you know that learning to speak in two or more languages is not nearly as hard as learning to keep your mouth shut in one?)

For Conversation contest by Frank H.

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The Wise Old Owl

Have you heard of the wise old Owl
Who sits in the old oak tree
Have you wondered why the wise old Owl
Attracts the forests creatures to he

Well, what this old Owl could do
He was always prepared to listen
And for that he passed on his wisdom
Soon the forest began to glisten

Then came that terrible day
When others thought he knew nothing at all
All the creatures ran amok
In a frenzied do what you like ball

The old Owl was having none of this
And he called on the forest elders to court
If you keep carrying on this way
What you have, I shall have to abort

And behold the very next day
The forest became quiet and serene
On the old oak tree the old wise Owl declared
What you have now achieved, humans can only dream

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

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2 Contemporary 4Traditional Churches

               I entered Church “Ignited” once
	Music caused my bones to dance
	Although repeating choruses
	Reminded me of old chants

	Same music just went on and on
	Beat was driven deep, through air
	All Shouting, falling out was shown
	Applause was the crowds prayer

	Suddenly, the Crowd began to..
	Run around the pews and scream 
	Forming large circles,two by two
	Begging help to form the ring

	Preacher slaps a womans forehead
	Causing her to fall, and land 
	I retreated toward the door
	Having seen all I could stand

	Sandra Hudson 1/20/2012
	Joe Maverick's Contemporary Contest

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Crimson Slippers

Opening the doors to the old studio I find A playful capriole sprinted across my mind Into a sashay and a glissade I drifted back I could hear the teachers stick go tap.tap.tap Once a prestigious ballet school of great poise Filled with music as our slippers sounded with noise The mirrors are cracked and the floors dusty Rain soaked wood left the room smelling musty The charm stayed behind as if waiting for me Spotlighting a ballerina to The goddess of the sea The young girl danced flawlessly then took a bow Then sashayed off the stage without a moistened brow An old battered piano appeared across from me Bearing red ballet shoes like a crimson canopy Charm embraced her while honoring her memory As I looked into the mirror I saw that girl was me Carole Cookie Arnold 2010

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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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Jesus gave His life for me,
So why shouldn't I do the same?
He took our hurt and misery;
Thank You Jesus for burdening my pain.

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wasted my time

No curse words allowed
are you confused, lost, ignorant
you are no artist, you have shunned art
and its true purpose
what is art? but an expression
the low and vile are the most potent
Did you forget, Emerson The Poet
He would call you "selfish and sensual"
"an umpire of taste"
"proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty"
in a world of suffering, of loss
Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park
you, in your confusion, hide in the dark
hide any truths of pain and suffering
and by doing so you have lost your soul
You are only half a person
art is an expression of life and its hidden
what is in a word? something to hide from?
something to fear? to censor? to fight?
are you that ashamed of language?
honesty? expressions of shame?
You are no poet, no artist
you are no immortal, 
of course you are so cowardly and weak
you will hide from me, censor me,
avoid the truth, lie to the world
if you cant stomach a curse word
then you cant handle me 
any immortal would crush you
and leave you wounded
truly contemplating your life
breaking you open, forcing you alive
then, maybe then, you will have an emotion,
worthy of expression into art. 
but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt
You may just use a curse word

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The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.

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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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The Heart Of The Ocean

You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.

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Some folks spend more'n half their life,
Discussing other's business.
The way they talk and carry on,
Can really shock the senses.

It seems sometimes they know much more,
'Bout certain folks than they do.
They don't care 'bout who gets hurt,
Because, you see, it's all true.

They huddle 'round their tea and cakes,
Discussing all and sundry.
No one's safe from their critique,
They'll air your dirty laundry.

Of course they're sure to let you know,
That they don't just spread gossip,
And if by chance such word gets out,
You're duty bound to stop it.

Why they would never meddle 'round,
Just spurring fabrication.
The very thought they'd stoop so low,
Is quite beneath their station.

Just cut it short right here and now,
And see it goes no further.
Just keep it here between we two,
And just a few close others.

                                                               Proverbs 16:28

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I've had so many moments in life
full of love, loss, hope and strife, 
never have I fully lived as I do now
with loneliness my only pal.

I feel the earth as it moves on
toward the setting of the sun,
when all of life has gone away
no more night only the day.

God the Father on the throne
never more to be alone,
heavenly angels sing above
always peace, hope, and love.

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Throne of Happiness

I have charted life’s darkest paths,
And slain depression’s beasts.
I have faced the face of sorrow,
From across the table of Satan’s feasts.

I have walked the world with company,
And have faced the same roads alone.
I have slept on un-comfy beds,
Between the walls of home.

I was banished from the joy of day,
With not a single place to go.
Accompanied by my constant companion,
The strength of my own shadow.

I have tussled with my thoughts,
And have submitted to the stress.
But I’m back to regain my throne,
Of the land of happiness.

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Amid disdain of society’s mask That curse of age questioned like it was dearth We hide real image, afraid to be asked Allowing fashion to control our worth. Youth’s potion sells high on retail market Fools we are, wasting hours for vain signs, Defying true beauty to walk the red carpet Instead of giving love to life that shines. So what if few laugh lines are more cherished Age is a treasure relishing more thrills, Exploring new joys ripened to nourish The raw passion raging through seasons’ chills. What's facelifts for when heart can wonder How to fight for a cause and seize new dreams, When bold trials are baked in fire’s hunger Chasing stars at thirty, ready to steam! Nancy Jones' Contest: This is How Life Feels When You Get to Be My Age

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A heartfelt ride

My heart is on the ride, bouncing
Upon a masterpiece of art
Painted by His hand, taunting
Stroking brush across the canvas.

In the pursuit of a vision
He attempts to bring it to life
With His expert hand in motion
At time forceful, other times light.

He takes my heart upon a flight
Above a magnificent land
The measure of His love to light
The walls of its chambers, His plan.

Yet to ride the land He designs
Takes it through valleys and steep hills
Upon a thorny path hard to climb
But along with the song of two whippoorwills.

If not for the grace of seeing
The beauty of His will while it flew
It would have given up its beating
With the pain found in coming true.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.14.11

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Reflections Epode - TROCHEE

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The Door Was Locked

The door was locked
Why do you sit and cry?
Search for the keys
It will open for you

The door was locked
Why don't you move ahead?
Go find another
Many are open for you

The door was locked
So what the hell?
Break open the door
The power lies with you

The door was locked
Never say again
Whatever the answer
The choice is upto you

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Golden Rods Of Light

Long slender fingers golden rods of light Reach for flowering foliage thirsting in His sight Nature provides the nurture A constant supply of balance upon dawns newly designed future Her fingers playfully hop across crested aqua waves Toward apricot sands that reside along our shores unscathed Trumpet vines cling to a stony ledge Gracing the walls of a sandy path that leads to the water's edge Carole Cookie Arnold

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I wished to improve on my character so,
I looked for a model to go by.
I studied the habits of men great and tall,
For one who seemed perfect in my eyes.

Men of fine profile and manly physique,
Were the first ones to cross my inspection,
First also dismissed for their physical charms,
Seemed all they had worth admiration;

And those who had money and power were wont,
To flaunt their importance and style,
An hour or two in this comp'ny could last,
A person a long, long while;

And so I explored yet another route,
The highway to high education,
Perhaps here I would find the virtuous man,
One worthy of my adulation.

I read through the tomes of scholars and scribes,
Philosophers, poets and statesmen,
And I never found a doctrine more sound,
Than the one left behind by Ben Franklin.

Benjamin Franklin
1706 - 1790

A statesman and scientist he was also quite a philosopher.
He was considered to be one of the most important figures of his day having been given 
the dubious honor of being asked to sign the Declaration of Independence along with many other great men of that era; making him one of our Founding Fathers.
In doing so he showed great courage because all who signed had a price placed on their 
heads by the Crown of England for treason.
He spent his life in search of knowledge continuously trying to improve himself.
He had the ability to see and recognize his own faults and tried to do something about them. That is something not many people can do.  It's also the reason he had few if any real enemies.
A person could do a whole lot worse than to try to imitate his style.

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

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Give Laziness No Business

Surely you can achieve, if you try
To take honest efforts, feel not shy
In case your aim is nobly Sky-high
Great miracles, may catch your eye

By practicing with real enthusiasm
With your mind filled with optimism
You will invariably get dynamism
And acquire power of mesmerism

Laziness will fetch defeat as a result
As you will feel living is very difficult
No great medals are tied in your belt
Continuous losses will come to insult

If you prefer to keep quiet and snore
You do nothing for the World to adore
Your presence, the World will ignore
As you regard hard-work as a bore

My dear Comrade, wake up now
Do a superior task with real love
To do a noble deed, take a vow
You will be helped by God-above.



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Something Like You

Something like a love song
Crossed my mind,
Sang to my soul,
Made my heart fly.

Something like a daydream
Drove me wild
Had me on cloud nine
Free like a child.

Something like a miracle
Hit me hard
Had me jumping and skipping.
I was touching the stars.

Something like a love story
Took my by surprise
Feeling like I won the lotto
Gave me butterflies.

Something like a love song
Played softly to my heart beat
Its all your fault
And I'm swept off my feet.

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The Fads of Fools

All that is new and surrounds us today,
The contemporary, the modern, the brash avant-guard,
Pervasive in culture, in morals and art,
When meant to advance, too often retard.

So anxious to differ from what's always been
Charging forth when we should be careful and wary;
We take nothing good from the past to mix in,
All joined in what will only be buried.

That which is modern will soon have a tag,
Retro art, retro sport, retro music and fashion.
All that is cool and is hip and is "with it"
Will be pushed to the past to pursue a new passion.

Too often our efforts just to be new
Forget that the goal should be for the better;
Derived from experience and history we've learned
That the crumbs of the failed are left to the debtor...

For PD's Inspirational contest

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The Fountain Within

Warmth upon my cheek
His arms 'round me, embrassing
His breath so close to me
Heating my whole being.

The sun has come and I sing
Has entered my thoughts, and I feel
My heart opened and all trusting
For it is inside to stay, and I'm healed.

He's made me who I am
Right from the get go
His essence part of who I am
It took me so long to know.

The fountain of youth is love
Let us all be connected to its source
That we may all sense from above
The soul and heart of eternal force.

By CarolineCecile

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Seeing with new eyes

The sun comes up and it’s time to go
The more I learn the less I know
The sky is so blue and in the middle is the moon
 It seems as if the sun has made some room.

I find it strange to see the moon in the light
When I think of the moon it’s shining bright at night
Maybe the day and the night have become one
 I open my eyes wide to view what is to come.

The day seems special yet like any other
Things I saw before I seem to rediscover
They are different yet quite the same
 Just another day, Wednesday by name.

I get in my car for I have to go to the city
The visual outside my window is so pretty
The colors are so vivid they cry out we’re alive
I seem to find peace on this very long drive…

I pick up my friend and we start our trip back
 I see all that I have and not what I lack
We talk of life and how the world is changing
 Though it seems quite the same just a little rearranging.

I arrive at home it’s been a long day
 All of the pieces just fit today
Everything around me joined together
I floated through much like a feather.

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Certain things are just not said,
When we're in certain comp'ny.
Words and phrases seldom heard,
Are often looked at funny.

No longer is good common sense,
The rule of thumb, the norm,
So often plainly spoken words,
Will take on different form;

'Cause most folks just don't listen,
To what is being said,
And oft the words go rattling 'round.
Inside an empty head;

Then they draw their own conclusions,
Concerning what you said,
Even though they've not a clue,
The story they will spread.

If what you hear sounds strange to you,
The facts a little off,
Consider who you're talking to,
Before you laugh and scoff,

At someone you may barely know,
If in fact at all,
And what you heard is hearsay,
Just gossip all in all.

When others speak, just listen,
And make sure you understand.
Keep your mind upon the topic,
Don't short change your fellow man.

Remember to speak plainly,
Not to be misunderstood,
And remember too that gossip,
Don't do anybody good.

(Have you ever noticed that those who talk the most are usually the ones who have little else to do?  And often they really don't know much more than we do. My grandmother used to say the dog on the shortest chain does the most barking.)

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No one knows the hour of Christ’s return.
And when he comes to earth what will He find?
A place where man and creatures co-exist
Or places where the greed of man confines?

Has man replenished Earth as God commands?
Using what he needs, taking nothing more?
Or has he ravaged resources and lands?
Will Jesus see a sight He shall abhor?

Many folks have forgotten God above.
They treat the gifts from Him with no respect.
Forgetting that He created us with love.
To often folks forget they must protect.

Remember to recycle replenish and reuse.
Plant another tree where one has fallen down.
Go green; mulch veggie wastes with yard refuse.
Before too long rich dirt will there be found.

Hugekultur methods restore and save, too.
Growing plants stay moist with hands-off!
Thus leaving time and money just for you.
Conserve water, too by turning faucets off.

Each one of us with awareness can take part.
Why not begin by reusing cloth bags at shops?
Look around to see where you can start.
Prepare the earth to shine without teardrops.

I will do my best to use everything that I own until it either wears out, breaks and 
cannot be repaired, or I have recycled it to another family through our local yahoo 
freecycle group.

Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Beyond Earth Hour Writing Challenge :
Sponsored by Nikko Palmario 

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Talk to you

Life goes by at the speed of sound,
My head’s in the clouds, my feet on the ground.
Sometimes I’m lost and don’t know what to do,
I find some comfort when I talk to you.

The past is close behind I need to escape.
With hope in my heart I can’t outrun fate.
Have I taken too long and is it too  late?
I think I must learn to wipe clean the slate.

Still life flies as I get left behind
I hold onto dreams inside of my mind.
I see where I’m going and what I’ve been through,
It all disappears when I talk to you.

The sun comes up and I can’t wait.
I feel like a fish that has taken the bait.
I struggle but it seems I’m stuck on the line,
Maybe it can change with a little more time.
I wonder if I really have things right,
Still I survive, escape from the night.
The future’s before me something’s in sight,
The light at the end of the tunnel seems so bright.

My mind seems to calm as I see what will be,
Perhaps I should pray so I take a knee.
I see what’s before but wonder what’s true,
 I think all I need is to just talk to you.

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My Rock n Roll Party - In Memory of Mr Tom Bell - Poet

"Roll on tonight my mates are coming round For a few cold beers and some rocking sounds Time is drawing near, as I hear a knock at the door Blimey! at this time of the night, a vacuum salesmen stands before" "Hey pal make it quick, I have a party to host Tell me your pitch, now disappear your a ghost The best place for them is in the lunar craters Sucking on Listerine soaked tissues, singing, "see you later alligator" "Another knock on the door, and I'm pleasantly surprised All my intended buddies on my doorstep, the parties arrived For a night of drifting, ending with earache and pain Entering wormholes of insomnia, no pain no gain" "Our party is going to be like a cool Rock 'n' Roll gig Beers flowing a plenty, this ain't no highland jig We start with Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention Best friends and myself, our schooldays convention" "This is no wine and dine as Dire Straits play The "Sultans of Swing" sounds excellent any day Next we play Deep Purple, listening to Jon Lord's Hammond sounds Music is our medicine in six speaker surround" "In between sounds to the kitchen we head Tid-bits and more beers to keep our gig well fed We sample some Grunge Metal listening to Nuclear Waste But once again Classic Rocks rules, as Grunge is not our taste" "For the next couple of ours it's like The Monsters of Rock AC/DC and UFO, the Rock never stops We air guitar to "Whole Lotta Rosie" Wearing spandex boxer shorts, one of us drumming like Cozy" "We all awake in the morning, some with sore heads But it was never a night that we were ever going to dread It was a bunch of guys who met whilst at school Who released their friendly energy, like fools but really cool" "Tom, I never knew you, but I thank Catie for this Writing this poem, just fills me with bliss I know you will be busy, but if you happen to look down Give our convention a shout, join our Rock n Roll clowns" My tribute to Mr Tom Bell, so many people spoke about him. Reading what they said, I only wish I knew him.

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The barren feed the barren,
and empty hearts a like in manner seek 
to satisfy a sadness, stuck deep 
within the marrow of the meek.

They blame the cheerful, and cast
them far beyond their realm of consciousness,
while coddling the joyless with sorrows 
that would spoil true happiness.

Faith will master self-deception,
reduce to ash the flame
of ruinous self-interest, and sow 
the seeds of gladness once again.

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Don't twist the words of God, my friend,
To suit your current leanings.
Don't rearrange and fashion them,
To give them certain meanings.

Don't take the Book He gave to us,
For clear, incise instruction,
And mold the words to suit yourself,
And draw your own conclusions.

You can't change the mind of God, my dear,
By rearranging phrases.
What He said remains steadfast,
Dispite the current phases.

We must abide within His laws,
They will not bend to suit us;
For God says what He means to say,
He will not just excuse us;

For if we dare to change one word,
One single line becloud,
The Book of Revelation warns,
His curse will be profound.

          Revelation 22:18-19

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Our unbelief

Far away as we can be from one another
As if separated by oceans and lands
Contentment resides when no matter
The distance, I believe in you to the end.

Expectations can alter the view
When a deed does not fit
That will affect that precious bond
That connects our souls, causing a shift.

Your disbelief widens the gap
And suddenly you see a distorted picture
That tears your insides apart
And your heart has been hurt.

But when you remember your belief
And you keep reaching out
Because you can't let go, though you grieve
Something unexpected is found out.

As wounded you are, another is hurt too
Your actions have caused grief
To the one you thought had failed you
Stricken by the pain of your unbelief.

Far away as we can be from one another
As if separated by oceans and lands
Contentment resides when no matter
The distance, we believe in each other to the end.

Soon we will be close to one another again
We will understand the gift we have received
Our bond will reach a strength beyond gain
Because our love overcame our unbelief.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 03.29.11

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A Nature Walk

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

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The Lover

It was a sultry summer day,
The air lay thick and still.
The leaves hung flaccid on the trees,
As if slumbering in a deep sleep.

No birds were to be heard
For they were hiding from the heat.
The awful quiet was deafening,
And the utter stillness unrelieved.

She pondered about her life 
As she stood silent in the field.
Oh, there is nothing new, she thought,
There is nothing but an interminable ennui.

Immense clouds hung still above her
Like enchanted continents in the sky.
Yet she missed each single one of them, 
Her eyes might’ve well been shut.

There was just emptiness, she thought,
And a tedious town, and a hollow life. 
Her mind was made up about that place,
She was right, she thought, and she would never budge.

She hardly noticed it at first,
For she was pondering her woes and fears.
It first tickled her earlobe,
Then it softly blew into her ear.

Likely a vexing fly, she thought,
As she swayed her hand next to her head.
But then it fondly stroke her neck, 
And slowly crept beneath her dress.

It tenderly caressed her legs
With the subtle touch of a satin sheet.
She scarcely felt it, and then dismissed it, 
And returned to tallying her hardships.

But it had come for her, from so far away, 
To be so readily refused.
It had rushed across valleys, ascended great mountains,
As only a fervent lover would.

Rejected yet not dismayed,
It refused to be dismissed. 
You are my great love, it breathed, and I am yours,
And enwrapped her whole body with bliss.

Seized from her cares, and in extreme delight
She swung her arms open wide.
And as she did, the aged world, 
Now a little new, appeared before her eyes.

But the merciful breeze had moved on.
It continued on its broad track.
The lover, foreteller of change,
And defeater of heat and murk.

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Vegas Girl

She's looking good, under the Vegas lights
She's living like she doesn't have a care
Others choose, to sit alone in the dark
Vegas Girl knows that life's not always fair.

Quick with a story, she will make you smile
You'll be amazed at what flows from her mind
Walking along Las Vegas Boulevard
There's not a brighter light you will find

As I sit back and marvel, I watch and learn
How this woman can turn dark into day
It's all about, living in the moment
She has chosen to live life her own way

Sometime in life, you are dealt a bad hand
Those cards can be positively crappy
Yet Vegas girl takes one day at a time
It seems the city lights make her happy

Dedicated to a courageous friend. Vegas Girl Rocks!

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Butterflies Are Free

Is there any creature prettier
Than a butterfly fluttering by
A creature of the utmost beauty
Like a rainbow high in the sky

Varied paths on wings of colour
A conspicuous fluttering flight
Darting forth from flower to flower
A delightful peaceful sight

Dancing amongst the blossoms
Drawn by the sweet smelling nectar
Preserving nature's eternal scheme 
This fanciful pollen collector

Is there any creature prettier
Than a butterfly fluttering by
A vision of pure artistry
These delicate wings on high

© Jack Ellison 2012

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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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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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Sisters of Mercy

...for Leonard Cohen

They unweave the web of lies for thee,
lay platters of forgiveness at thy feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.

They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.

Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.

A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.

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All Natural

<                                   earth ~ third planet from sun
                                     liquid and iron ~ cores
                                     continents  ~  islands  ~  pun
                                     arctic  icing  ~  drips pores

                                    wind  ~  natures own fury
                                    flow gasses ~ bulk movements
                                    storm ~ hurricane ~ jury
                                    place in pocketbook ~ dent

                                    fire ~ oxidation
                                    combustion ~ releasing 
                                    heat ~ light ~ good ~ tar nations
                                    pollution ~ choking ~  thing

                                    water ~ called H2O
                                    oxygen ~ hydrogen
                                    evaporation ~ goes
                                    will exceed supply ~ when ?

                                   earth ~ wind ~ fire ~ water
                                   Nature's elements   ~ sure 

Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
The Four Elements Contest
G.L. All

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Love Yourself

Love Yourself ( Quatrain) The mind is the master power that moulds it all, It brings forth all the joy and all the ills And evermore it is the tool of thought That makes and shapes it in what it wills. Cultivate and honor your intuition. Give yourself the gift of regular solitude, Preferable in a natural environment. Learn to live with reverence and gratitude. Stay focused in the present and think positive, It shall fill your mind and help impart peace Learn to acknowledge, think peaceful thoughts, New strength and courage shall touch your heart. Express all your emotions and release them Don’t think about the world’s empty praise, It may not always be instantly answered, One of the greatest riches is true happiness. Reduce stress through practice of meditation, Reconnect with your creator, your higher self By consciously cultivating faith, hope, trust, Let it be and let it go, laugh a lot, love yourself.

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The pond revisited

I visited the pond where I often go
As I sit at the edge there appears four ducks in a row
The first one looks like the navigator leading the way
The last duck is like me and takes another course today.

The last duck swims closer and begins to quack
It has no intentions of turning back
It seems content with the path it chose
He quacks again to let the other three know.

I pick up a rock a skip it across the pond
I watch all the ripples they don’t go beyond
They stay in the confines of the banks
I feel like the duck that has just broken ranks.

I start to see my life much like the pond
The ripples are like change they don’t go beyond
Somehow they find the outlet and then they are free
The change moves outward like the ripples inside me.

The sun start to set and it’s time to go
There’s so much in life I really don’t know
But the world around me continues to put on a show
I feel the change inside me flourish and ripples grow.

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Habit Forming

Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls. 

Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.

The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.

Happy days are habit forming,
colouring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,

and at the end we're lovers blending, 
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.

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The ides of March are upon us.
The air is crisp and cold,
 And I set out with my two dogs,
To see what the night enfolds.

I love my nightly walks with them,
Just me and God and them.
It's how I set my heart to rest.
It soothes me once again.

My walks with them do calm me,
They soothe and heal my spirit.
This time with Him is like a balm,
Against the things that sear it.

The air is cold and sweet tonight,
It's overcast and dark.
No stars bejewel the sky this night,
As we walk through the park.

The night bird's call is sweet tonight,
Upon my weary ear.
I look for him in vain, I know,
For he will not appear.

Here and there are sparkles,
By my feet amid the grass,
Like fairies flitting to and fro,
Twinkling as we pass.

His touch is everywhere it seems,
We only have to look.
His promise never to forsake,
Is written in The Book.

There is one thing only,
That our God just cannot do,
He cannot lie, for He is Truth.
He's here, I tell you true.

Thus reassured I start for home,
My heart no longer heavy.
My step is light for He is here,
To lift my tax and levy.

"Faint not, for I am here for you."
He speaks to my lonely spirit.
I just have to take the time,
And listen so I'll hear it.

He's here for me, I know He is,
And He will never leave.
I just have to do my part,
So there's no need to grieve.

The road is long and rough, I know,
It's filled with twists and turns,
But if I lift my hands to Him,
My spirit soon returns;

For He will catch me up to Him,
In His strong arms I'm safe.
My Father's here, no need to fear,
I'm covered by His Grace.

                                                                                                         Psalm 46:10-11

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Little things, important things,
The things I really savor,
Are the things that often go un-noticed,
That give our life it's flavor.

I'm grateful for the little things.
The things I call my own.
The things I take for granted,
Like kith and kin and home.

A family to fill my life,
And friends to share whatever,
And sunny days and restful nights,
And bonds that can't be severed,

By trials that come and go with life,
Instead the bonds grow tighter,
When those who love you gather 'round,
To make your burden lighter;

For money isn't everything,
Sometimes it just brings trouble.
Your treasure chest should hold much more,
Than pretty, shiney, baubles.

Simple blessings are the best,
Each one a special treasure,
A gift that's given straight to you,
To savor at your leasure.

I'm thankful for the little things,
That money cannot buy,
For peace, and hope, and certainty,
In where my future lies.

For "GRATITUDE" contest

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sunrise reflects liquid eyes on aqua streams bathing wayfarers dipped in crystal nooks, as grains of ivory sand sift human dreams a corinthian-like scene taken from sacred books splashing brushed strokes with coral strain this river stencils a tranquil roam, blessed oath of a sweet virtue remains curling soft surf, she becomes home.
copyright © ~ ~ ~ ~ Contest: Brian Strand's POETA... max 15 Lines By: nette onclaud

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We hear so much about the signs,
Of the times we live in;
Some worry what will happen,
While others scoff and give in,

To temptation when and where,
It shall raise it's head,
Believing as so many do,
There's lots of time to shed,

Bad habits they've acquired o'er time,
And don't feel bad about;
And really see no reason,
Why they should do without,

The parties, fun and frolic,
That they enjoy so much,
The men and women that they love,
Forbidden fruits and such;

The prophecies some preach about,
We've heard a hundred years,
And they don't think the time grows short,
They don't believe it's here;

But all too soon the time will come,
They'll sing a different tune.
When the time arrives they'll find they're not,
Prepared to meet the groom;

So fill your lamps with oil now,
And trim your wicks, make ready,
For no one knows when He will come,
The warnings have been plenty.

He's tarried long to give us time,
No longer can He wait.
If when He comes we're not prepared,
Then it will be too late.

We speak, we preach, we prophecy,
You don't believe it's late;
So when He comes don't be surprised,
That you must face your fate.

                                                                                              Matthew 25:1-13

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If I could stand beside myself,
And see what others see,
And then look deep within my heart,
And guage it honestly,

I wonder how I'd see myself,
I wonder how I'd feel,
To meet the "Me" that others meet,
And feel the way they feel.

For New Or Old Poem Contest by John Freeman

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What Inspires Us

What really inspires us?
What do we write about?
Is it something inside us?
Desperate to get out…

Are the words all in there?
Just waiting for release
Do we need attention? 
Does it have to be a masterpiece?

Some find love inspires 
Others find inspiration in hate
Some find it in nature
Some think it is just fate.

There are some that know not why they write
There are others that wouldn’t want too 
To those that struggle sometimes
I say please do not worry, don’t be blue.

The words will come to you
And remember there’s no hurry
Just wait a while be patient
There is no reason to worry.

 You will suddenly find one day
That all your poetic abilities burst forth
Your pen will leave a smoke trail
And there will be no stopping you henceforth

So take your time relax
There is more to life than words
Don’t let them your brain tax
Cos that would be absurd.

 You have it in you to inspire others 
To place the paper under the pen
And when you read what you inspired
You will take up the pen again.

© 21/01/2013 ~GG~

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With despair I called into the dark
Is anyone there to hear my plea
No indication of the way to go...
Adrift on a black and sullen sea.

From the void a voice cried out
Use your head but follow your heart
The tide will take you home again
Given time the clouds will part

From a time before remembering
My ship safely nudged the shore
The questions that have no answers
Till the end, man will still explore

Boomerrang Contest

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Just One Drink

Here I am, it all ends here
Just because he had a beer
"Be careful hon" my mother said
And because of him, I'll soon be dead

Never did I down a drink
But the pressure made me think
Just one drink, it couldn't hurt
But I chose water in all it's worth

Apparently he chose the same 
But too soon, he sank in vein
Just one drink was all he thought
One fun night was all he sought

Oh his car, it sped so fast
And then it hit with one large blast
My mind it raced among all things 
The pain it brought the sharpest stings

There I saw my body lay
And from about I heard him say
"Oh no what have I done 
It was just one drink, was only one"

Pinned between his car and mine
Layed a life on the line
Just because he choose to drink
For the rest of you, please choose to think 

Save a mother from all her tears
Take away a fathers fears
Spare a family all the pain
Save a life, hold the rain

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Sweet Solitude

She follows the path in her dreams
Where fantasy takes her away,
A haven apart from all cares,
A sweet solitude for the day.

The gardens of Heaven are there,
Where peace and enchantment are found.
There, words and the scents in the air
And sounds of the morning redound.

A day with the solace of mind,
Away from all trouble and strife,
The gardens of flowers and words
Are gifts on the journey of life.

February 22, 2013 For Isaiah

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I Smile

The tables have turned
A new chapter in my book
I was giving up hope
But risked a second look

Strolling into my life
With speckled shoulders and toothy smile
Saves me from it all
Tells me holding on could be worthwhile

A raging, fast current
Leaves me head over heels
Changing souls into fire
Rather than rusting steel

In a look there was love
That had never been spoken
Mending and healing
The things that should never be broken

Life and love just keeps growing
And I’ve stopped biting my tongue
I’m collapsed in a heap of smiles
And I feel fresh air replete my lungs

My heart thumping felicity
Through my once hollow veins
Accepting all of life
And cleaning out the stains

Dancing on my toes
Eager for your lips
That have shown me what’s real
Replaced old life’s script

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Good People Of Earth


Where are we heading
With this mayhem, destruction, and killing
Is this what we call a civilized society
A look to the future can be chilling


I know you're out there
You outnumber these maniacal tyrants
Let's band together, stage our own uprising
Make love a life long commitment


The time has arrived
To rise up with a mighty big roar
Multitudes of us normal law abiding folks
Ain't taking this bull crap no more


Hear what I'm saying
It's time to turn things around
Can't allow this debauchery to continue
Let joy and happiness abound

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Tensile Grace

Upon this monumental door, a sense of gratitude came before my eyes
If stabbed by paths of fear and wrath, new trust came pouring down
For behind the glittering forest, and a pomegrante stained sky
Enhancing was this quiet hour, in dwindling crimson crowned

There, in tensile grace, our meeting came a twofold surprise
Lightly splashed in backlight, where the tender grass had grown
Quietly grazing with grace, at first unaware of eyes
This thing of beauty revealed for my gladness alone

Suddenly the white tailed doe sensed me watching her
She perked up ears, alert to my presence, yet did not flee
Dare I even break the silence with a whispered word?
Or take a step per chance my foot might rustle twig or leaf?

This battle of wills...intense, a fleeting chance in time
Making no move...each of us transfixed, unable to breathe
Nor break this entrancing spell as her eyes met mine
Moments transpired...only sound of scarcely whistling breeze

Eyes like windows, of which the glass is tongue
She spoke to me, in hypnotic spell, I felt myself release
Our spirits crossed against the sky, beneath the copper trees
As if laced, were we, where spirits dwell, in universal peace

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By Carrie Richards, for Kristen Bruni's contest "What Animal Would I Be?"

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A Penny for your Thoughts

The dreams inside my heart are never ending.
I find some comfort in the people I’m befriending.
I look all around to find a solution.
 Maybe I’m just part of human evolution?

I think there is something locked inside the dream,
It just seems to flow, much like a rushing stream.
As the water passes by, I peek around the bend,
When I view before me, my heart begins to mend.

I can’t always wrap my mind around this,
Moments of despair, wrapped inside of bliss.
Sometimes they create balance inside of me,
Opening my eyes, so I am able to see.

Some  I get while some I don’t understand.
Sometimes like a stranger from a far off land.
I gather up the pieces, hoping they will fit.
 The answers are illusive on this bank I sit.

I watch as the water washes ashore,
I see in my heart I desire some more.
The ripples are like changes, sparkling with light,
 Reminds me of the stars that appear every night.

I think I see something through the corner of my eye,
Perhaps it is the life that simply passed me by?
 I seem to wonder often where the time just went,
 A penny for your thoughts, For I only have a cent.

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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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Sunday Morning

an inspirational Sunday morning the Word of God from the pulpit explodes Heaven, gloriously shines in our sight one straight path amongst many winding roads By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Just a Verse Max 7 contest first place

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Some people use poetry to say ugly things;
Write filth and then call it art.
They expose all the sludge their mind can concoct,
And they think that this makes them look smart.

They think they're so cool, so with it, so smart,
Such worldly sophisticates,
When in truth they're telling all the world,
That they're base, depraved, mis-fits.

They expose the true nature of their way of life.
They think that this makes them so free.
They cannot see that they've sold their souls,
And they're slaves to debauchery.

For certain sex is a large part of life,
And holds an important spot;
But it's only one part and you haven't got much,
If in truth that's all that you've got.

Who really cares what you did last night;
Or who it was you did it with;
And for you to spread it abroad to all,
Cheapens and makes it no gift.

There is so much beauty and fun in this world,
And it's all there to taste and to savor.
How boring to live in a candy store,
And never taste more than one flavor.

People make fun of animals because they are so natural about their life and so unashamed,
but they are the only ones who have not sullied what God meant as a blessing.
They are the only ones who have remained just as God intended them to be.
We on the other hand destroy or dirty everything we touch and turn God's most intimate blessings into a dirty joke.It sure makes me tired.
Can anyone explain this to me?
Kind of gives the Scripture" The meek shall inherit the earth." new meaning doesn't it.

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My Original Spark

Chester Bennington's gravelly scream
Was to me, at one point, a melodic dream
Somewhere down the road I couldn't face the pain
That or my ears wore out under the strain

And who could forget that DJ who brought to life
That Asian stereotype?
When Mr. Hahn's hands were in sight
You really had faith the song would turn out right

I couldn't stay hardcore - the time had come to sit
I took detours listening to how others sing
But I never took any shame in it
Cause I knew for a fact that exploration was their thing

Yeah, Linkin Park
Was my original spark
And once kindled it was never the same
Before I knew it the whole house was aflame

Though difficult to believe - reading what I write now
This group irrevocably affected my life somehow
I now scan for stories in a rapper's rant
'Twas Shinoda that taught me that...

NOTE: I realize, after posting this, that not everyone will know who Linkin Park is (or have heard the name before and just isn't a fan of that style of music). But I think everyone can relate to being inspired by some sort of celebrity. Whether they're a singer, author, painter or whatever.

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Poems Happen

Poems happen all day long All you need do is observe No need to rack your li'l old brain Soon have a bunch in reserve Your brain will be on overload Fingers will pound the keys Illusive thoughts will pop right in You'll probably need to pee Won't believe how easy they'll come Poems will literally flow Body will start to shimmy and shake Tremble right down to your toes But one thing please be careful of Take a break every now and then Or your overtaxed brain'll get all mushy And drive you round the bend Just a bit of friendly advice How I see it for what it's worth Everything in moderation, my friends Your life will be filled with mirth © Jack Ellison 2012

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Nowhere else to go

I’ve been driven to my knees with nowhere else to go
I feel the winds of change as tides ebb and flow.
Still remains the dreams that reside in my heart,
I realize to begin I just have to start.

The winds of change are howling as the rain does fall, 
I n the concept of  time I seem rather small 
As I drift downwards there’s nowhere but up to go,
I just play my part inside this picture show.

Rivers stumble over stones in a journey to reach the sea, 
Still the winds of change are blowing inside of me.
I try to find a map to see if I’m on course,
I can’t see the destination I know it could be worse.

I know along the way I shall feel loss,
It all seems so random like a coin toss.
I think about that coin rolling back to you.
I just try my best, nothing else will do.

Inside all the turmoil, I discover truth,
Innocence has died with my days of youth.
It seems much like a dream as it fades away,
 All that I have lost seems to be upon display.

 I think about this story that the words do tell.
Lassie go get help, Timmy has fallen in the well.
When you give up trying parts of you begin to die,
 I  Think about the time, it always seems to fly..

I try to still remember I always have a voice, 
The journey develops with every single choice. 
The things that you choose become like life’s seeds
You might not get what you want but it fills the needs.

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Emma was a frail little thing Lying there in her hospital bed Tethered by tubes to this mortal life Not a hair on her tiny sweet head As I cared for her medical needs She sometimes spoke quietly to me Her spirit was strong even then A wonderful soul I began to see She asked me not to be sad for her As if she knew something I did not Not it seemed, the least bit afraid But so tired of the fight she fought I never saw her sweet face again But remember her I always will She was the essence of bravery When life is difficult I think of her still

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Today will be a good day.
I won't complain and moan,
About the things that I don't have,
Count curses all alone.

Instead I'll count my blessings,
Thank Him for what is mine,
Appreciate what He has done,
To make my life sublime;

For others do not have the things,
That I just take for granted,
Good food, good clothes, a place to live,
It's really as I planned it.

Though everything is not the way,
I'd have it, truth to tell,
He's satisfied my every need,
Most wants supplied as well.

I have all I really need.
I really can't complain.
Though some have more, it's still just fine,
For we aren't all the same.

We each are blessed according to,
What's best for you and me.
It's personal and custom made,
For personalities.

For Being Happy Contest by Carol Brown

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Free Yourself

why so harshly seek compliance
when the formula is wrong?
all you'll get is my defiance
no dancing to your song.
Freewill has no chance
in your rigid, tiny mind.
some strange and cultish trance
is all you'll ever find.
so thanks for the suggestions
but I'll remain aloof.
when you cannot answer questions
that simply beg the truth.
Master your own destiny
Don't believe anything or anyone
No exceptions.

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My Pleasure is Through my Eyes

My pleasure is through my eyes
By grace to see many a day
What I see through my eyes
Encourages me to say

To marvel at her beauty
It abounds and resonates life
Surrounding our rural urban
All around us rife

So many scenes to view
Like children playing in the park
Enjoying foundations for their future
To one day they'll embark

Canopies of various greens
Also carpets her enriched lands
No matter what she displays
Always to me it looks so grand

Species of so many animals
We view and rarely see
In colonies or families
Surrounding you and me

My pleasure is through my eyes
By grace to see many a day
What I see through my eyes
Encourages me everyday

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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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Happy is he who is not condemned,
By that which he allows in his life;
For he who adhears to the laws of God,
Will gain peace of mind and long life;

But he who is prone to go with the flow,
Will oft find himself perplexed,
By troubles and problems he could have avoided,
And often his spirit is vexed;

For the ways of the world are fickle my friend,
And one must be wise to survive,
The slings and the arrows of enemies who hide,
In ambush where they sneak and connive,

To bring out in you what is found in them,
So choose your friends wisely and live.
Take from the world the good things in life,
And strain out the bad like a sieve.

Though we're not here to judge our neighbors and friends,
We have God Almighty to please.
Remember this well and you won't go to Hell,
If you lay down with dogs you'll get fleas.

                                                             Judy Ball

"Hast thou faith? Have it to thyself before God. Happy is he who condemneth not himself by that thing which he alloweth."
                                              Romans 14:22

                                               'NUFF SAID

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Loving Duty Reveals Beauty

If your working is not systematic
You may find life damn difficult
As negative will be the result
Great success, you can't pick

Please attend to work judiciously
And take efforts to attain victory
Regard loss as a guiding injury
Never do your duty suspiciously

Plan your duty and finely execute
Learn the trade with great interest
All your skills, you wisely invest
Prove to all that you are very cute

Take up a job and well-perform it
Use maximum prudence wisely
Discharge your duty very nicely
Develop a hard-working habit

Learn the intricacies of your trade
And become an expert in work
Your duty, never at all shirk
Try to register greatly A-grade

Those tasks that are damn tough
May confuse your mind severely
But, you can master them surely
Just sheer hard-work is enough

A shrewd person never is worried
As he is sure of his toiling truly
He regards doing duty as holy
He never waits for luck's need

He will work showing real enthusiasm
His heart will have a positive outlook
All opportunities, he will wisely book
By exhibiting maximum dynamism

With grit, he will chase to at last win
His motto is to try and use the chance
He will enthusiastically start the dawns
With optimism, he will hopefully begin

He will make his level best attempt
And lose not heart in case of defeat
He is honest, tidy, brainy and neat
His mind, worries can never tempt.


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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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Take Time to Achieve Your Aim

Take time to finally decide
Before taking a strong side
Sudden conclusion set aside
Let your analysis be wide

All the points if you include
You can precisely conclude
Please be wise and shrewd
Never be crude or damn rude

When you properly deliberate
And your plans are elaborate
Vital points if you incorporate
You can victoriously operate

Only through a calm thought
Solution can be easily sought
If cool attitude you have got
To you only success will allot

Hastily no step you must take
Only then a name you can make
If records you love to easily break
Put for hurry and worry a brake.



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The Pink Evening Sky

Eternity witnessed anciently and again.
Lost souls in retreat; visions isolated.
Perpetual fears encumbering freemen.
Daunting dreams with doubts amid young and aged.

Time never ends feelings of desperation.
Souls hiding in solitude sink deaths anchor.
Drowning in self-pity and isolation.
Then, comes faith, and happily-ever-after.

Love lifts life like floating clouds reflecting brightly.
The pink evening sky paints the world’s uplifting.
God watches as sunbeams light the night beauty –
Strongly fortifying, God manifesting. 

© January 30, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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I've felt the warmest and newest sunlight at sunrise,
and welcomed it gleefully with a thankful sigh
at an early hour when nobody seems too alive...
a cardinal with yellow feathers brought me a surprise!

That gorgeous bird was surrounded by butterflies
with colors brighter than wild flowers,
swirled around them, to acccompany them
to my silent doorstep and start his usual, daily hymn.

"Thank him with a grateful, happy heart,
look up and His image will appear among clouds;
and although nobody has ever seen Him but Christ...
believe that He'll reveal Himself to us!"

And who will be the chosen ones from every present race...
when this event will occur? Those who have kept the faith!
So pray and with your gratefulness ever alive, give praise!
That promise can be visualized by the multitudes that wait!   

"Thank Him with a grateful, happy heart,
take along those good friends who have separated themselves
from a worldliness, which kept them apart...
they run to greet Him in the traquil evening to exalt His kindness!" 

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When I say and write this, 
I am screaming at the top, 
Just give me one last kiss, 
Then maybe we can stop. 

I was dreaming, 
The life I was living, 
The time I was saving, 
Now I am leaving, 
Reality is setting. 

I was blinded, 
Being simple minded, 
And maybe Confounded, 
By a promise that was dead. 

Asking for truth and getting lies, 
Getting naive as time flies. 

When you said it was me, 
I thought of how happy we could be. 
Then I got to see, 
I have to set myself free. 

They say you live and you learn, 
But my heart and trust you have to earn. 
And I hope you learned, 
Because the next one might leave you burned.

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Oh Lord, keep Your arm around my shoulder,
And Your hand over my mouth,
As I go about my business,
Do my work and keep my house;

And when it comes to doing that,
Help me to do just that.
Help me to sweep up my own dirt,
Instead of staring at,

All the dirt that clutters 'round,
My neighbor's dirty door step.
Let me instead tend to my own,
For there I'll find more yet.

Let me not be quick to judge,
Nor slow to lend an ear,
And help me keep a civil tongue,
Offending not Your ear.

If I can't speak one good word,
Let me not speak at all,
For in the multitude of words,
The devil has a ball.

Help me to remember,
What goes on inside my head,
Will find it's way out through my mouth,
And fill my life with dread;

So teach me Lord, to think good thoughts,
For as the saying goes,
It's often best to close your mouth,
And just breathe through your nose.

Proverbs 10:11

Proverbs 10:18

Proverbs 10:14

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People grow up wanting things,
They never had as children;
And so remembering "empty spots",
Constantly strive to fill them.

Acceptance, love, material gain,
Small hands reach out to grasp them,
Too often finding once in hand,
It's not enough to last them;

And so we work to fill the need,
Still finding more to strive for.
It isn't greed or selfish pride,
Oh No, my friend, it's much more;

And though we strive for all our years,
The child within will hunger,
Still reaching out for solace as,
The need inside grows stronger,

Until at last we understand,
The reason for our hunger,
For if you want a child to grow,
Then feed the entire youngster.

Feed body, soul and spirit too,
The whole child must be fed,
Or else you'll starve yourself to death,
By simply eating bread.

                                                       Deuteronomy 8:3

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I did it my way

There came a time, when i was given the choice Either walk alone and be happy, or Follow the crowd and pretend to rejoice Even if such an act shall make me all sore! I braved the impossible, I learnt to say no No to the practice of false marriages No to the illusory life they promise, filled with sorrow No, said I, I wish not to have my life filled with pretentious pages I did learn to walk alone Though such did make me a lonely drone As time went by, I emerged as a stronger woman A woman with an iron rod in her heart, surely a unique one! As time went by, I learnt to know myself, I am the one in love with the Lord of Stealth I am the one Queen of poetry I did it my way, and today, I do feel pleased at my own bravery!

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Rastafari certainly was a young man of magnificent talent indeed...
He praised God, as Abraham did, in his chant and dance with true glee,
Bob Marlyn and Peter Posh helped him become a raggae star;
some folks thought he was crazy with those long, braided hair.

Since ninenteen-seventy when hippies abounded,
and revolted against the American Government with protest...
Rastafari wrote great songs of many themes for the oppressed
and poor who were denied civil liberties in their own land.

Listen to those songs, feel the vibrant beat in the his unique music
and walking in his shoes you can sing with him and become his friend,
because Rasatfari dreamed of seeing all peoples embrace around the troubled world...
has he died in vain or left an indelible legacy for those adoring his everlasting beat?

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Epitome Of Heaven

__________________________________ Away with desire, thy flesh be done   where words are silenced, and love refined to you, my forgiving savior, the everlasting son, upon my spirit, your gracious love twined...  __________________________________ Contest- "Perceptions Of Heaven"

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Meet God In The Garden

Come meet God in the garden,
as His fragrance fills the air.
In the beauty of the flowers,
you will feel His presence there.

As you meet God in the garden,
at your favorite time of day,
in the tranquil peace and solitude,
you will want to stay and pray.

Come meet God in the garden,
and share your cares with Him.
He'll lift the burdens that you carry,
when you leave them all with Him.

Meet God in His garden,
His love refreshes like the dew.
And the lovely Rose of Sharon,
will walk along with you.

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Life is a choice that each of us makes.
We can choose what we wish to be.
At first parents guide us along an old road,
Then it forks and at last we are free,

To make our own choices and be our own man,
The decision at last is our own.
As long as we hurt no one but ourselves,
We can do as we like 'cause we're grown;

But soon we will learn to our shock and dismay,
That each choice we make has a price.
Whate'er you dish out to your brothers, my friend,
Comes right back to you times thrice.

In nature God shows us all how to get by.
Those who work and store up have it best.
Those who can't be bothered to work and to save,
Will starve come the hard Winter's test;

For life is a journey of good times and bad.
There's much to be learned 'long the road.
Each man is blessed according to plan,
And we each must carry our load.

We learn to be patient, we learn to be kind,
We learn to accept God's will.
We learn to discern which fork in the road,
Leads to life and which fork will kill;

And finally we learn the one fact of life,
Most important if we are to live.
All of life's riches will all slip away,
Like sand through the holes in a sieve.

All thaat remains is what we leave behind,
Who remembers and what they will think.
Will our mem'ry be sweet to family and friends,
Or will they turn away 'cause it stinks.

                                                          Judy Ball

The Bible tells us:
You reap what ever you sow.
So if you sow thorns and thistles don't expect to get cherries.

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Feelings tingle like icy-hot
No returning this clearance life we've bought
The gun may be loaded but you've only got one shot
Always placing first, even before your second thought

Showing off like I'm in real estate
Don't fence me in, you can't match my gait
Try to upscale you ain't carrying your weight
I'm in the charts, check my growth rate

Call me Mrs. Lee cause I be making dough
Son, I'm the coldest, 30 below
You get the picture, Vincent Van Gogh
Steady climbin to the top, no plateau

I'll help you open doors, got that master key
Original work, you're just the carbon copy, cc
Go ahead and follow, no sign-up fee
I'm goin places, 3 out of 4 pros agree.

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Sometimes when things begin to close in,
I'd like to sit down and chill out,
Find someplace to just get away,
And refigure what life's all about.

Sometimes it seems life's too full of demands,
My talents are spread way too thin.
There aren't enough hours to be found found in one day,
My duties begin but don't end.

Life cannot be just all work and no play,
Our youth is gone way too soon.
Think I'll start chilln' out before it's too late,
Learn to sing me a brand new tune.

It's good to know duty and good to know fun,
And when each begins and when ends.
One must learn life is filled with both duty and fun.
Learn to organize so it all blends.

                                                            Judy Ball

If you burn the candle at both ends you run out of candle too fast.

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There comes a time for thiings to change,
A time for certain endings,
A time when Old gives way to New,
A time for new beginnings;

For endings aren't a thing to mourn,
They herald graduation,
A sort of time for stepping out,
Toward new generations;

And if we look ahead with dread,
And cling to customs past,
We'll miss the good that change can bring,
Because of fears amassed,

Until their numbers are so great,
They overcome the will,
To search for treasures yet unseen,
The urge to grow until,

You've finally reached your goal in life,
And found your destination,
That point where you are satisfied,
And happy with your station;

So go ahead and reach out for,
That thing you wish to be,
Don't be afraid to try your hand,
Or then you'll never see,

Your dream take shape and come about,
Your goal is not too high,
Unless, of course, you heed your fears,
And never dare to try.

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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.

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God has given Man so much,
The world and all it's wonders,
And only asks we keep in touch,
And He'll heal all our blunders.

First He made the firmament,
Then He made the earth,
Filling it with beauty,
And all things of real worth;

Then from the earth He took some dust,
Enough to fill His hand,
And from the dust, in love and joy,
He fashioned the first man.

From the mouth of God, Almighty,
The man took his first breath,
And God said,"Cleave ye just to Me,
And never know ye death."

God bestowed upon the man,
All kinds of gifts and favors.
All that's good upon the earth,
Were his to have and savor.

Then Satan came onto the scene,
Envying our God,
Not satisfied with his estate,
He wanted to be God.

Throughout the centuries he's labored,
Deceiving all Mankind,
Trying to convince us,
It's time to change our mind.

The only way God can be hurt,
Is to steal the thing He loves,
And so he tries to take the man,
God bought back with His Blood;

For Man did stray a little while,
Deceived by the King of Thieves,
But Jesus came to buy us back,
And He's bringing in the sheaves.

The devil knows the time grows short,
So he's stepped up the pace.
Don't believe his lies this time,
Your life lies in God's Grace.

                                                            Ephesians 6:10-13

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Pity the poor evangelist.
He must always be so perfect.
Not for him the down cast brow,
For fear of it's effect,

On those that he may chance to meet,
Who know of his profession.
A man like him must always greet,
A critical procession.

For friend and foe he must remain,
A beacon in the sky;
To sing his song with glad refrain,
And never dare a sigh;

For if he lets the barrier down,
Even for a moment,
The crowd is sure he's lost his crown,
And thinks his spirit dormant.

We all are made of flesh and blood,
And though some think this odd,
It's hard to stand on a pedestal, Friend,
Even for men of God.

Sometimes we thinnk so much of someone we put them on a pedestal in our mind's eye.
When we do that we don't really do them any favors. Actually we do them a dis-service.
Because then we expect much more of them than we should.
That's not fair. People are people, no more and no less.

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Butterfly in the sky,
why don't you fly very high?
I see you with a sorrowed eye,
listen to me, that's no lie.

Butterfly why your tears,
have you any troubling fears? 
I can give you joys and cheers,
if you'll live with me your years.

Butterfly can you see?
You would be happy to live with me.
If you live with me you'll be,
the happiest butterfly in my tree.

Butterfly wipe away your tears,
come to me if my tear you hear,
because butterfly in the sky,
like you, I too am a butterfly.

This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves

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A Toast for New Years Eve

Whilst I lay in my bed, 
And reflect on my past
I remember that I want, 
Certain moments to last.
Like this evening tonight;
On New Years Eve;
We’re having too much fun
With much more to achieve!

For the New Year, is here!
And let it be said
’08 is now gone,
It is totally dead!

So we lift up our glasses!
Way high in the sky!
We’re not going to remember this,
Let’s not even try!

Don’t take a drink!
It’s not yet that time!
You have to let me finish
My cute little rhyme!

Now cheers to our friends,
Both new and old!
Let’s cheers to the stories 
That have yet to be told!

Let’s cheers to the nights 
That we stayed out late
Let’s cheers to you!
For being so wonderful, 
And being so great!

Happy New Year!

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Fire Fighter

A FIRE FIGHTER… We get the call in the middle of the night, Out the door ready to fight. The call comes in, with much depth, Behind the wheel someone slept. Across the lane and head on Arrive on scene the drivers gone. In the other car there is A mother, and her 2 kids. It’s too late we hear the ambos say The mothers gone the fathers away The kids are hurt but not too bad, But news we bring is too sad Return to our lives the next day, For those kids we all will pray. Talking to a friend that night, How do you do it, without fight? It’s the job we say but is that true Is just about the job for me and you? We are fire fighters yes Trying all the time to do our best We love our job, the friends we’ve made But we also love the lives we save.

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Chase Never Ending

Run do so many

Failing yet to see

Matters not where you go

For there, you'll always be


Scars of the past

Erase can you not

Freedom in forgiveness

Lessons not forgot


Memories that haunt

Serenade a tortured soul

Quiet calm does appear

Perfect storm, grows below


Change comes not easy

Resist - most, often will

Distracted in chaos

Excuse not to feel


Chase never ending

Full circle must you come

Words have you spoken

Things you have done


Healing found in time

Amends, can you make

As you were, so you are

New direction, yours to take

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Hope In The Midst of a Storm

Twisting, surging, spattering and curling
Roaring, soaring, splashing and whirling
A Tornado’s whirling winds-spewing death
Sweeping off anything on his path

A mighty Tornado has blown a City apart
Many He has hurled from the City’s mart
He fetched and leveled the entire town
His roar nothing could have calm down

The whirling strike of a Tornado
A Tornado as deadly as Ronaldo
Mr. Tornado had been very cruel
Ruthless as lions in territorial duel

In the midst of a Tornado a treasure found
It was a grandmother’s gold of pleasure bound
Ironically, was a chapter page of Psalm 75
While many succumb the Bible still survive

The Bible provides hope in the midst of a storm
In the midst of a Tornado His word come to conform
His Word is our light in the darkest of time
He is our Lamp when life seems to have no rhyme

He strengthens our soul in times of despair
His unfailing Word invigorates our soul and repair
He sends His Word to lifts us up when we are down
He sends His Word to make us smile when we frown

Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.[Matthew 24:35]

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I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

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

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A Living Statue

She stands as a frozen, colorless statue;
But she is pliable as warm clay.
Searching for any remaining virtue,
Hidden in a core of unyielding dismay.

Is a statue formed by its own hand;
Can it chisel its self from the stone;
Or mold its self from clay of the land;
Can it create its self alone?

The artist tries to create the image desired,
Is the creation obliged to the creator,
To become a work that is inspired,
Or the possession of a captor?

The statue waits for unbiased opinion,
From those  who may view her with admiration;
To give her strength to create her own dominion,
To be her own muse, her own inspiration.

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Missing Bellies

“All Points Bulletin”... be on the lookout
For Jackers' rotund belly
It's been missing for almost six months now
Watch “Missing Bellies” on your telly

Wiggles and jiggles like a bowl full of Jelly
Bouncing up and down, side to side
Little kiddies are always bugging their Moms
To ask Mr. Jackers for a ride

It's just my way of describing the impact
Losing weight had on my psyche
Upbeat and ready to meet all life's challenges
Now wearing my hair all spiky

It surely can be a life changing experience
Walk around with a confident air
Tossing red roses to the curious onlookers
With a feeling of devil may care

Can imagine the mental picture you're having
Must be pretty strange I would guess
My life has become exciting once again
Next week I'm on 'Meet The Press'

“All Points Bulletin”... if you see Jackers' belly
Ignore it, he doesn't want it back
He's doing just fine but thanks anyway
He's finally on the right track

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Seems no one cares for "winter rains",
So white and wet and cold;
Drifting down so silently,
As we huddle 'neath the folds,

Of coats and scarfs and woolen hats,
And yearn for days of summer,
Complaining 'bout the wet and cold,
Of winter being a bummer.

The ice, the snow, the slippery roads,
Slow going for the traveler,
Are fodder for these transgressed souls,
And fuel their heated palaver;

But there are those who glory in,
The changes of the seasons.
The kaleidoscope of colors used,
Sets moods that give us reason,

To celibrate the time of year,
And it's exquisite beauty.
In nature things are balanced well,
And each thing has it's duty.

From mineral, plant and animal,
To the elements themselves,
We need them each and every one,
For life to go on well.

So don't complain about the snow.
It's moisture that we need.
It feeds the rivers, streams and lakes,
Amid the summer's heat.

It adds a pristine beauty,
As it covers trees and yards,
Feeding imaginations,
Of painters, scribes and bards.

                                   Judy Ball

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Ascend to the hilltop, when you’re feeling low.
There’s nothing left for you, in the valley below.
The fog is so thick you can cut it with a knife,
Ascend to your purpose, rise above the strife.

Ascend to the sky, leaving behind the ground.
The angels herald you, hear the higher sound.
Raise yourself up and soon you will see,
You’ve been down, up sets your spirit free.

Ascend to higher thought, realize your dreams,
Drift for a while the answers are downstream.
Leave all the walls in the mirror behind,
They are a trap for your soul and mind.

Ascend to the top, there’s nowhere else to go.
Just take the steps, the way starts to show.
After some time upward you shall grow,
Ascend to your calling, any way the wind blows.

Ascend from sadness, let joy in your heart.
Just walk away, before it all falls apart.
The world is destructive; it can rob your soul.
Fly to the heavens, where you can feel whole.

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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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A caterpillar has no beauty
To boast of or display
It feeds on leaves continuously
In a pitiful and crawling way.

As if ashamed of its appearance
And its lack of creature strength
It thrives on sheer endurance
Till days of growth announce its length.

It sleeps in solitude's cocoon
Wrapped in content transition
Sure its rebirth is coming soon
Metamorphosed in creation.

Through its final feat of struggle
Completed joy a thousand sighs
From its triumphs over obstacles
Comes the magnificent butterfly!

All rights reserved~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~04.09.13

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Look Before You Leap

What's done can never be undone
Time's clock hands do not backward go
This law applies to everyone
Despite what one's status may show

Heed the words Look before you leap
And Consider before you act
To the future you cannot peep
And no way the past can come back

Minimise your regret and pain
As on life's journey you travel
You will find there's a lot to gain
And life will be enjoyable 

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(To Those Who Like To Talk)

"Use No Hurtful Deceit. Think Innocently And Justly And When You Speak, Speak Accordingly."   Ben Franklin

He said, She said, every word,
Is often less than perfect;
And When we repeat what we have heard,
It's often not correct;

So if you must repeat a thing,
Make sure of all your info,
Or you may cause extreme distress,
Creating quite some side show;

For often we misunderstand,
What has been said to us,
Repeating what we think we heard,
Creating quite a fuss.

Feelings get hurt, good names are lost,
Relationships are wounded,
All because we spread abroad,
A story not well founded;

So if you hear about a thing,
That shocks you to your core,
Before you spread the story,
Find out what went before.

Exactly what was said to me?
Did I hear that right?
If I repeat this will it help,
Or will it cause a fight?

Sometimes it's best to let things lay,
Leave sleeping dogs alone.
Most talk is simply talk, no more,
Just people picking bones.

                                      Judy Ball

                                                                                               Proverbs 17:14
                                                                                            (Living Bible)
                                                                 Proverbs 26:21-22
                                                                 (King James)

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Upside Down Town

The ups and downs
of an upside down town.
Evil smiles, silent frowns
every way you turn around.

Sickening suspicions,
psychic visions,
children having premonitions
on a mission.

Here to heal,
here to steal,
to show the world how to feel.
No more cutting deals.

Sent to the world
a baby girl,
but she will unfurl
to change the world...

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To know you is to love you.
You brighten my whole day.
Just what I'd do without you,
I really couldn't say.

Without you to guide me,
I'd not know what to do.
I'd prob'ly think I was okay,
I'm lucky I've got you.

Without you to point it out,
I'd miss most of my faults.
I'd probably just vegetate,
Eat chocolates and drink malts.

You tell me what to say and when,
And what I should wear;
You're quite a find I must admit,
That just shows you care.

You're so well informed and smart,
Not at all like me,
I couldn't do without you,
I really must agree.

Always there to lend a hand,
With "helpful criticism".
I'm so dull and dumb I miss,
Your clever witicisms.

You really ought to leave me,
But that just isn't you;
Because you're so long-suffering,
And your heart is true.

You're so good to stay right here,
And take such care of me;
Showing me where I fall short,
'Thout you where would I be.

You're such a little honey bun,
You fill my life with laughter.
The last time I had this much fun,
They'd just put back my bladder.

(Some people are so busy correcting the faults of their family, friends and neighbors they forget to take stock of their own. People like that don't get invited back very often.)

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Complacent Conformity

Hollow hearts and empty minds
frozen as we turn.
Terror lies in what one finds
if he dare attempts to learn.
Another road is often best,
though traversed the very least.
And the tide of ignorance never crests,
but thrives on knowledge ceased.
To a rocky death with the herd,
you'll succumb to the insanity.
Just remember now my final word:
surrender destroys humanity.

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A place to make my mark

I look at my life and the journey I’m upon,
As the sun hits the horizon it marks the dawn.
My life is like a chess game and I the pawn,
As I take my next move the pathway is gone.

Gray skies are simply some clouds passing over.
Perhaps my luck is changing I find a four leaf clover.
I wait for the return of the sun, it raises my hope.
My future is before me like a carrot dangling from a rope.

Sometimes the descent is far worse than the fall,
Maybe I should run and pick up the ball,
In the concept of time I remain rather small,
I gather up some speed but then hit the wall.

I look to my heart surely it knows where to go.
What was previously new, the cracks begin to show.
I had hoped by now that I would just know,
You must plant a seed for something to grow.

I look all around and take in all I see.
All of these things become part of me.
I see some leaves fall and know what shall be
Haunting shadows, cast by the lifeless trees.

For now the colors take my breath away.
The air is so crisp on this autumn day.
The animal scurry to find food for the winter
The fabric of life becomes a tree that has splintered.

Although the fabric is tattered and looks worn,
I wonder to myself why was I born?
Is there something I’m missing or is it in front of me,
The closer things are the harder it is to see.

I wander down the street and take a seat in the park.
The sun starts to set, soon it will be dark.
Life seems to glow or perhaps it’s a spark
As I look for a place to make my mark…

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What of Myself

What of myself can I make an account
Less severe than of others who despise?
To what character now do I amount
Generous,selfish,foolish or the wise?

Self the truth can never see too clearly
When of self,by the self,the test is made.
Who is there of men that can judge fairly
Without too much of love and hate displayed?

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The Smiley Formation

Dawn has cracked the horizon
With fiery red open greeting
Invites birds fly sky emblazon
With colors to start day moving

The crows are delighted to catch
Gentle air currents and swiftly glide
Seeking a grounded spot to snatch
A delicate meal __ grubs that hide

As they fly low in formation
A smiley face granted to see
They start to entertain me
Before place sentinel in tree

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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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Sometimes things happen,
Unthinkable things,
That worry and vex us,
And tear at heart strings,

And we throw up our hands,
And shout and make oaths,
And we cry and make fists,
At the wraiths and the ghosts,

Of fear and anxiety,
That enter our minds,
Forgetting it seems,
At least for a time,

That Someone's beside us,
To carry us through,
Who's been there before,
When friends were few;

And we think we're alone,
And anger sets in,
And we swear and we blame,
Our only true Friend;

But He's there and He cares,
Though we don't understand,
And He waits and He's patient,
For He does understand;

And when reason returns,
And we reach out to Him,
He'll give us His strength,
And help us again.

Just as He's always,
Done in the past,
For His love is true,
And His patience outlasts,

The slings and the arrows,
The thorns and the blasts,
Of a befuddled mind,
As we stand aghast,

For He's faithful and patient,
And true and just,
And He'll give us the strength,
To do what we must.

                              Judy Ball

                                                                                  Romans 12:12

                                                                          Galatians 5:22-23

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What people say

As people tell me it shall be alright,
I see the sun bringing forth morning light.
I have to survive this strange twist of fate,
I get up to find I have wiped clean the slate.

The world lately have been a little rough,
I try to be positive but find it is tough.
If I can simply make it through this day,
Maybe the world will start to spin my way.

It’s not that I don’t have enough hope,
It appears like my fate hangs from a rope.
The noose tightens and squeezes out life,
I can’t see the beauty when I’m lost in the strife.

Still I feel I have it much better than most,
I see parts disappear I seem like a ghost.
I take a step forward and two back,
I can’t see what is, only what I lack.

I try to break free yet the world still spins,
I count up the losses and hope for more wins.
A couple kind words and I shall be on my way,
Perhaps I can see life in a different way?

The sun retreat from the vast blue sky,
I look up above to view a lone bird fly.
Into the colors that explode all around.
A curtain of darkness drops without a sound.

After a while it is getting quite dark,
Stars shine like the peace in my heart.
I seem to have survived another day,
I’ll be alright just as people do say.

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Foul Weather

People scramble to run in doors
When the rain starts to pour down;
I splash my feet in the middle of the street
Like a demented dancing clown.

People sit in their church and pray
Asking for a better day;
I skip on by and wonder why
They waste their time that way.

The world is beautiful and wonderful if
You allow yourself to see it that way;
I think it’s a curse to look at the worse
And live your life afraid.

Praying to God, it might help
But I think helping each other is better;
And to do that, you know it’s a fact
You have to get out in foul weather.

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Everybody got a Sophia in his life,
I just don't want loose strings,
Several forces gather and collides,
I must step back from these rings.

The story doesn't stop when it ends,
the contemplation will always be free,
in the rough land or thoughtful sky, [as a wayfaring stranger, ]
I'm going where it's going to be.

The cricket as the same size as infinity,
the plenitude towards the horizon,
whistling and fizzing coming from the sky,
It suddenly turns my skin wizen.

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Blue Runs Through Me True

If i was born a crayon
My colour would run its length
It would be of Saltire Blue
My countries colour gives me strength

We are the colour of the sky
It looks down on you and me
Its the colour of our flag
That flies the pride in me

If i was born a crayon
It would always be coloured blue
Just look to my veins
Blue runs through me true

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To Each His Own

Each bough, each limb, each mantel draped
with dangling beauty edged
each bit a dream which does dwell
within man’s heart so pledged.

Each star that lights the evening sky
and pillowed cloud-scaped night
reminds us all of Bethlehem
of God, his Son and Light.

Each pristine bit of tinseled foil
does reflect sublime
the undeniable  goodness of the soul
which wakes at Christmas time.

* drape / edge / pledge/ dwell / pillow / foil / deny / wake

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Come Up Higher

I write of a dream
Out of the body, alive in the spirit
It begin on a slipping bare field
Intriguingly, there is nothing to shield

A feeling of fear run through me
As the enemy approaches
A mass of fearful thoughts
As the foe runs across

Running, racing, gasping for breath
Climbing steeper slopes
Running endless races
Racing to dreadful places

For one glorious moment
It dawned on me I can fly
I can fly on wings of Angels?
Even on wings of archangels?

Then comes a voice…Echoing
Come on fly!...Come up higher!
In awe! My feet was high above the ground
This left the enemy confound

I begin to soar and to glide like an Eagle
High up am safe and secure!
High up I can reach for the stars!
High up I can reach for the mars!!

And they heard a loud voice from heaven saying to them, “Come Up Here [Higher]”. And they ascended to heaven in a cloud, and their enemies saw them [no more]. Revelation 11:12

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It is so difficult to write about one's beliefs, 
On the Freedoms and Liberty we have.
Throughout our history events are replete,
Of the ones who have died, our Freedoms to save.

I go back in time when I look at our past,
And wonder if our children will see.
The pain and strife born in Freedom's birth,
And the lives that have been sacrificed for Liberty.

The Revolution started all the fuss,
When King George wanted his taxes.
It got us the Freedom we used for all,
And lives to this day when we talk of the "Evil of Axis".

We've had to fight as a people united,
By cause, or strife, or enemy attack.
From 1812 to Afghanistan,
For Freedom and Liberty to stay on track.

There have been too many wars,
And battles in name have never been few.
Like Chateau Thierry, Iwo Jima, and even Tet,
Where our countrymen have paid their dues.

We have had the plights of other concerns, 
That many around the world don't construe,
As a helping hand to all of them,
Except when they need us to.

Some say "Why send an Aircraft Carrier to a blighted zone,
Where people need all kinds of medical support"?
They forget that one of those ship is a floating city in itself,
With aircraft, hospitals, doctors, and our country's flag it will sport.

Then there is the overwhelming clamor,
Of those who want to come here to live and stay.
They know so little of our history,
Only that Freedom and Liberty is our way.

They want that Freedom for themselves as well,
And a Liberty which will let them choose.
They see us as a beacon then,
When their own freedoms they all but lose.

Life, Liberty, The Pursuit of Happiness,
The words our Founding Fathers swore...
Are Actions we take for granted each day,
With the Freedoms which we adore.

What does Freedom and Liberty mean?
It's just as plain as plain can be.
Because I want the Liberty to live my life,
And have the Freedom to wear it on my sleeve.

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Mother Earth

I’ve heard people say you are a sentient being
And I’m still deprogramming that Roman Empire nightmare
So tell me Mother Earth how we can begin communication
And in regards to us disillusioned beings, do you even care?

My first instinct is to tell you that I’m sorry
Then I realize that’s my old programming about a judge
My mother would never make me feel I was a mistake
With grace and dignity she would give me time to rise above

With my disconnected delusions, how could I honor you?
And is that what any of this is even about?
With the death of my propaganda which way do I now go?
As an unknowing child I ask, can you help me out?

I can’t believe anything I’ve heard in English these 43 years
So now I’m going over the heads of all authorities
If there’s anyone who wouldn’t lie to me, it’s mother
If I open my heart to you, could you tell me something please?

My precious dog’s recent death and my acknowledgement of her value
Who I love equal to myself with the most tender innocence
This thought now in my head about hierarchies and ridiculous judgments
Perhaps the timing of this lesson is no coincidence?

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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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Stand Up

Stand up for the broken,
'Cause they are people too.
With hearts and souls in ruin,
They just want to be like You.

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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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A Bump In The Road

Family life is not always smooth There's often bumps in the road Eventually they tend to sort themselves out But sometimes it's a heavier load Feelings run deep, they cut like a knife Small differences complicate things We're misunderstood, we overreact Send out arrows and slings If only us guys would say what we mean And always mean what we say We'd know exactly where each other stood Instead of stumbling on our way Guess we're talking about human nature Seems we're all a bit guilty at times It all comes back to our basic sensitivity As for love we constantly pine <3 <3 <3 © Jack Ellison 2013

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Demolish what you own.
Strive to achieve.
The seemingly impossible,
An instinct or intrigue.
Keep inhibitions aside.
Work for a need.
Ends justify means.
Afloat isn't a feat.

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Tell no man all that you may know.
Don't show him all your treasure;
Else you will wish you'd held your tongue,
Repenting at your leasure,

All that you have said to him,
And all that you have shown,
Regretting oft in great distress,
The seeds that you have sown;

For what you say to one man, Friend,
Is retold to another,
And blesssings best kept to yourself,
Will be lost to your brothers;

For oft times Man will envy Man,
And brother envy brother,
It's often best to hold your peace,
Than later to discover,

All that you have said to him,
And all that you did show,
Has been aspersed to everyone,
To everyone you know.

Don't be too friendly.
Don't be too open.
Don't talk too much.
It's better to be a good listener than a speaker.

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Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three,
he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday;
remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be...
by accepting the fact that his tomorrow is decided by destiny.

He can spend an entire afternoon playing a hand-made flute color chestnut,
as every breeze-lulled maple tree seem to vanish in the increasing, grey fog;
and if his music with shrilling, melodic notes is a devise to find his stranded dog,
he will have the best friend to guide him safely home through beams of twilight. 

Play, handsome warrior the melody you forefathers played on those efflorescent days
underneath the same oak tree to celebrate their free manhood;
and resembling them with long hair and piercing, dreaming eyes,
you don't expect that intruders from other lands would compromise your happiness.

Foxes, grizzly bears, coyotes and buffaloes hear your music and come around to peek:
they know that you wouldn't hurt them and they wonder who's the Great Spirit;
little they suspect that they will be hunted down by the new-comers from the East;
be their friend, warrior...promise them protection when they'll encounter the Beast. 

All that you behold today, may be gone tomorrow making you weep,
grasslands and prairies will tun into towns and cities to make way for greed;
and blood will flow abundantly on meadows where only wildflowers grew...
devastation everywhere with mother's screams by red rivers not so blue.

You must have had dreams of what was coming with a spectacle so gruesome,
take heart...your tomorrow is decided by destiny, pray that you won't be harmed;
continue playing your flute by remembering everything that you deeply loved,
and if you'll die fighting heartless men, I'll remember that look so lonesome.

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What For?

Excuse me, my life just became song
Walk with me as I title this tune…
Waking up now feels like noon.
Bright, wow the light is strong
How did I miss its presence, in full bloom?

What for…?
Let opposite this beauty interrupt?
Now revealing all its glory
In creeps dwelling on, before or after.
Truth is keeping only the lessons
Erases anything corrupt

Not paying attention
Or listen, closely to all things standing here before me.
Senses can vary, here we go

What for…?
Choose to ride the waves or coast
Either way, its mine to make
This way you don’t pay for my mistakes.
Since we are here together, let’s us know
Lessons help the present, by not repeating
Riding insane hastily; instead of slowing down.
Having been here before…
Here’s that anxiety again.

What for…?
That is usually when I cannot answer
Why are you holding on to it for?
That time has passed
I don’t have to guess, I am aware
Obstacles overcame to be here.
Doubt instantly erased
Standing here staring it in the face…
Realizing I have no space
For that drama, now…
I’ve seen this mile, a time or two.
Not the same person moving through.
Using wits, knowledge, and faith from within

What for?
Cures every voice.
Any sense brought to attention
Two words end the question
A perfect wake up call before any choice…
Opens many doors

What for?
Chosen intertwined with those lessons.
Turn all, into blessings.
Good, bad, terrifying, joyous
When put together they share a oneness
Leading toward an equal powerful inquiry…
Is this Love?


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Thought Always Helps a Lot

Find out a clear solution
By thinking elaborately
A solution is there definitely
Impossibility is an illusion

If you simply lazily relax
Negative will be the result
Living will be very difficult
All problems seem to tax

Life must be lived very well
Gathering enough confidence
Hoping pays rich dividends
Fearing is equivalent to hell

Surely a solution ever lies
Somehow we must detect
Our mirth, this will protect
So we must be extra-wise

Hard-work that we undertake
Invariably will solve at last
As hard-work is the true cost
Paying that success we make.



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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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The sounds of war

The sounds of war, 
Are far too real, 
Civilian's wounds, 
Too severe to heal, 

Wounded and dying, 
The dead line the streets, 
The fighting continues, 
Yet no heart longer beats, 

After the killing, 
What will be left? 
A world of corruption, 
Madness and theft, 

What are we fighting for? 
No-one really knows, 
There is no real reason, 
Yet the blood still flows, 

Innocent families, 
Torn apart by the war, 
When you look in their eyes, 
You see into their core, 

Sadness and sorrow, 
You can tell death is near, 
You want to get rid of, 
All the hatred and fear, 

Yet how do you stop, 
Another mans war, 
Please can you help me? 
Mend the hearts that are sore.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2006

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God Within

Though Life can be extremely difficult
and experiences can deeply traumatize us,
we can learn to control how we respond -
as demonstrated by our Lord, Christ Jesus.

For He alone is the hope of our glory;
when we show genuine, jubilant enthusiasm,
we naturally exhibit that “God is within”;
thus, we’re able… to bridge sin’s chasm.

This separation from God can be overcome
with daily prayer and faith’s resilience.
Become intimate with your “Identity in Christ”
and continue to reflect the Kingdom’s brilliance.

Having energetic and vibrant attitudes,
we see more opportunities brought to our door.
Via God’s Love and abundance principles,
His blessings upon us… continue to pour.

Remember! We’re blessed to be a blessing;
prayerfully develop your mission’s vision.
Search for personal solutions within The Word,
while reducing the likelihood of… bad decisions.
Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Col 3:18-25; Eph 6:4-9

Enthusiasm is defined from a combination of Greek words: “Theos” means God, while the other two words are “En-Tae”, which implies within.  So enthusiasm actually means the “God Within.”  It is the shining source of goodness and respect for one’s self and others.

Learn more about me and my poetry at:

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.

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Moments of Clarity

Oh, how I desire more
of Your Light’s essence,
to clearly penetrate
the core of my being.

How much can I endure
without Your Presence?
Though I may be frustrated,
it’s You Lord, I’m believing.

It’s been said before,
in Your Word’s eloquence -
“nothing new” has been stated
and it agrees with what I’m seeing.

Moments of clarity, at the door
of Your Kingdom’s brilliance,
are revelations of my faith’s fate,
found under Your grace and loving… kindness.

Learn more about me and my poetry at:

PS This poem is not from my book.

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The King of Hearts (Tribute to an ill friend)

Arnie's been on my mind all week
Our class valedictorian
His cancer discovered too late
Little time now lays before him

He asked to see friends one more time
This meek request heard nationwide
From North, South and West all will fly
So many flocking to his side

Treating us all as his equals
A genius graced our high school halls
And when a tutor was needed
Arnie always answered the calls

His intellect was much admired
But it was his humility
Added to his warm, welcome smile
That gave him popularity

And as we gather together
From lives that have drawn us apart
We thank the Lord for knowing him
He is our high school's King of Hearts

Friends, I am flying to NJ this week to join at least 30 other classmates who can't wait to see 
our dear valedictorian again.  He is a loving husband and father and I hope you will say 
prayers for him and his family.

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Ode to Self

Joy and laughter
Fill your heart
Embrace beauty
Found within 

Love and passion
Fill a void
Embrace romance
Loneliness is sorrow 

Lust and sin
No escape
Embrace temptation
You're only human 

You are strong
You feel weak
Embrace emotions
Express yourself 

You are you
I am me
Embrace difference 
Welcome indifference  

Take the good
With the bad
Embrace reality
Of life itself

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The many Faces of You

Your eyes maybe small and deep set
But so piercing are their look
They maybe dark as the deep sea
But their shine and sincerity are my hook.

Your face is open like the sky
On which a canvas has been animated
It denounces a soul so alive
A mind so wide, a spirit so liberated.

Your look opens up a view
Of a will connected to the divine
Strong, unwavering around the truth
Beheld by a heart warm like the sunshine.

The lines around your face
Denote a life devoted to all
Sometimes rising in humorous waves
Either in amazement or having a ball.

Other times so very serious
with deep concerns, suffering
with those whose suffer, furious
At the evil forces that today cause such enmity.

Your face is like the book of life
A tapestry of many colors
That shows me what heaven is like
A portrait imprinted on my mind forever. 

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 04.17.10

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~ You should know ~

When it comes to love 
and be loved
Its hurt to love someone 
with no return.
When it comes to cherich 
and being cherished
Its hurt to like someone 
with no return.

When it comes to having 
inner peace
It isn't easy to overcome
When it comes to lurid 
Don't call, laugh it loud 
to overcome.

~  Take caution please ~

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Why do people tell untruths,
And lie about their neighbors,
Spinning tales of guilt and shame.
With tongues as sharp as sabers?

Why spend the time alotted you,
Destroying reputations,
Causing undue anguish 'mongst,
Your friends and close relations?

For one lie just begets one more,
And then the ball starts rolling,
And soon you've told so many lies,
The thing just won't quit growing;

And lies don't just produce more lies,
Oh No, there's that and more,
There's Hate for all the things you said,
And then Revenge for sure;

So lies are not just little things,
They hurt whoever's mentioned.
It doesn't really matter,
What at first was your intention;

For words have power, don't forget,
So guard your tongue with care,
For once the words have passed your lips,
It's said for foul or fair;

And life is such a fleeting thing,
Each day that passes, forfeit.
We really can't afford to waste,
One single, precious moment.

                                                                     Proverbs 10:18

                                Proverbs 10:20

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I Stood, Tall

I had nothing
but faith beside me
through it all
knowing I came down
again to walk 
on the face 
of the earth
Water began
pouring and pouring
from the sky
I knew I had
to head for cover
from the passing storms
I stood tall,
eventhough it 
was pouring rain 

While others fell
beneath the rocks
of fire
I saw the ocean 
began to rise
and the roaring sea 
waves clash on to the land

I stood tall,
as I heard thunder 
began to roar
and all the creatures 
shook with fear

I knew I had
to bring light
as the clouds 
in the sky grew dark
I came down 
as the ground was shaking

Knowing I came
down to walk
on the face of the earth

When the nails,
began piecing my hands
the arms were stretched out
on both sides 
and feet interlocked 
together on the cross

I had nothing
but faith beside me
through it all
knowing I came down
again to walk on the face 
of the earth

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The Summer Garden


Love is like a summer garden
In fragrant full colorful bloom
Blooms that wait for the seed harvest
Love's harvest equals more love soon

The fragant garden draws bees, birds
To feast on the pollen, seeds, bugs
Love draws all to feast on joy, peace
Patience, kindness, gentleness..more

Let this summer be your greatest
Largest harvest of love to enjoy
Reap benefits this quality
Bestows _ watch your love surely grow

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So Cold

When did this ice age happen
how did I miss the signs
when one upon another we fall
so cold in our designs.

When callous hearts forget to feel
how can love bloom and grow
when I to you and you to me
so many insults are thrown.

When caring is the victim
how sad this time and place
when what is gained is paramount
so far the fall from grace.


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Thank You

You watched when they were gone.
You cared when no one knew.
We never would've made it
if it hadn't been for you.

You grew up way to early.
You gave up all you had.
Your mother never thanked you
and you've never known your dad.

There's no way I can say this
to make you understand.
I realize how much you gave us
when you could barely stand.

You cared for us and sheltered
the ones she gave away.
The thanks you got were never heard...
that is, untill today.

A sister through the troubled times
is an understatement at best.
But, I hope you know you're loved,
and you're held above the rest.

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God's Policy is Love and Mercy

We will leave this World one day
We cannot escape even if we pray
Before that to all let us convey
That kindness alone will stay

A kind word told removes burden
Sacred and holy is giving pardon
God's heart, love alone will gladden
God is pleased when help is done

When some one is wrong, advice
Help him think to be highly wise
Let your words be mercifully nice
This will be recognized by paradise

Criticism will sap fully enthusiasm
As it will block the way of dynamism
On the other hand, sacred optimism
Will make colorful feelings blossom

Support the World by being a friend
Agonies of everyone, you please end
Waves of hope and peace, you send
Enormous hope, one can easily lend.


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Man's A Poetry

Man's a poetry
throughout him and within him.
A limb of where he'll be
without him and begin him.

A poet's prophecy.
A life that is rescinding.
A prophets right to be.
A rule at ease for winning.

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I find myself Christmas Dreaming

My mind fills with thoughts as my heart does soar.
I’m never really certain what the future has in store.
With the past behind and all that we’ve been through
I find myself here thinking, Christmas dreaming of you.

I think of you often though we are many miles apart.
You seem to have a home that’s inside of my heart.
I only know one thing I always shall be true.
Here I am dreaming, Christmas dreaming of you.

You bring forth this blinding light to this darkened heart.
You hold my hand gently and show me where to start.
 The sun shall return once more and the sky is so blue,
I find myself once more, Christmas dreaming of you.

I dream of the day when I shall hold you in my arms.
Whispering sweet nothings surrounding you with my charms.
When I begin to feel lonely and don’t know what to do.
I’ll always find my heart, Christmas dreaming of you…

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Some people say that God's a myth,
They don't believe He's there.
Others say that if He is ,
Then He just doesn't care.

They look at all the suffering,
Throughout the world around us.
Sickness, pain, starvation, war,
It fills them with disgust,

To think that there are those of us,
Who love Him and believe,
That The Almighty Father God,
Won't leave us here bereaved.

They want to blame it all on Him,
Though they don't think He's there;
But if He does not exist,
Why do they rail and swear?

Why hate someone who isn't there,
Who does not exist?
Why waste their time and energy,
And rave and shake their fists,

Just because we love our God,
Who is a God of love;
A God who is not filled with hate,
Who doesn't push and shove.

Other people worship gods,
That they must serve in fear.
Gods who threaten certain death,
For those who fail to clear,

The hurdles set before them,
By their arduous task master;
But people think them cool because,
They're different from The Master;

He who created all things good,
Surrounded us with beauty,
And gave us total freedom
To choose to do our duty.

If my God does not exist,
I've not wasted your time.
Don't take away my freedom,
By making it a crime,

To love my God as you love yours,
For we all serve a master.
I serve a God who loves me back,
Gives peace amid disaster.

I do not have to serve Him,
In fear and trembling,
And I'm here to tell you,
Such love is humbling.

You don't believe because you can't,
Or you just don't want to.
You have your rights and I have mine,
I won't lose Him just for you.

                                          Judy Ball

Let's not elect a President to the White  House that will make religious freedom a crime.

For Frank H.'s Contest "What I Believe Is Worth Fighting For"

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All things work for good they say,
To those that love the Lord;
But it seems we only say such things,
When we can well afford,

To look upon another's cares,
And shake our heads in pity,
And hope and pray that for his sake,
His trials won't be too many;

But let the Lord look down and say,
We must give something up,
Or say that we must pack and leave,
Or fail to brim our cup;

At times like this we may forget,
All our abundant treasure.
It may be hard to realize,
That it's not by our measure,

That He decides to give and take,
But according to His plan.
God will bless and He will keep,
His children in His hand.

                                                                                      Genesis 12:1-4

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Into being

In bed I lay, but still awake
where even stars refuse to shine
and through each timid breath I take,
I will not to my fears resign.

Although my head recalls an ache
and nighttime holds no hopeful sign,
I will my saddened soul to wake,
imagining a new design.

And now, in darkest room I make
a wish that spans expanse of time
with faith no fear could hope to shake...
and when I woke, the dream was mine.

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Party Pills

My heart begins to fail, 
My feet race along the ground, 
My body is drenched in a chilled sweat, 
I scream but don't make a sound, 

I feel my body tremble, 
As I frantically try to run, 
I can hear him coming closer, 
I hope he doesn't have a gun, 

There's a warmth on my shoulder now, 
I can feel his quickened breath, 
His rough hand connects with my arm, 
I can feel the shadows of death, 

All of the light has disappeared, 
More darkness has taken its place, 
My body's limp, worn out and weak, 
Death has finally won this race, 

But my soul lives on in heaven, 
To bring justice to those who kill, 
Vulnerable teenagers like me, 
By selling them party pills, 

I got given those party pills, 
To try with a special friend, 
Being a fool, I took a few, 
But death caught me in the end.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007

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What are we fighting for

I think I’m pretty sure I don’t care anymore.
Where it went so wrong I’m not so sure.
As I go to leave, I slam the door.
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

I watch the world come apart in front of me.
 Destruction and plight as far as the eye can see.
As we send our children off to another war,
,I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

My life seems like a tangled web; 
My emotions they begin to ebb.
As I look to the future what is in store
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

This life I lead has it’s good and bad,
Times of sorrow along with times I’m glad
As I pick the pieces up off the floor,
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

We need to give peace a chance to grow,
Then it shall become all that we know.
Feed the hungry and help the poor,
I remember this is what we are fighting for…

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Fight for what you love,
For what's right,
For what you believe in.
Just fight.

Believe in what you want.
Believe in who you are.
Believe in prayer,
And in wishes on stars.

Pray about mistakes.
Pray for what you need.
Pray for those you love.
Pray in faith, not in greed.

Love those in your life.
Love the little things.
Love your tribulations,
Because they help you get your dreams.

Dream with faith behind them.
Dream without inhibitions.
Accomplished dreams are celebrations.
Dream as high as the stars you wish on.

Celebrate each moment.
Celebrate each year,
With joy and with laughter,
Some emotion and some tears.

Laugh without limitations.
Laugh at those trying to hold you back.
Laugh and learn to move on.
Laugh like you don't know how to act.

Learn to move on from your mistakes.
Learn to persevere and be strong.
Learn to listen and inspire.
Learn to pick yourself up and keep on.

Inspire yourself.
Inspire those around you.
Be inspired by the life you see.
Put inspiration in everything you do.

Live without any regrets.
Live with a smile on your face.
Live with pride in what you're doing,
And not with other people's disgrace.

Do what you believe in.
Do what you feel is best.
Do what you have to to become who you want to be.
Do you and don't worry about the rest.

Be someone you can respect.
Be happy when you see your reflection.
Be strong when no one else is.
Be unafraid when the time comes for action.

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We All Become Each Other

We all become each other
When we read each others writes
Its because we all learn from each other
That in our mind they turn out right

We all become each other
Its the nature of the feast
The poetry forms the words we use
On paper they are released

We all become each other 
On this community on the net
Names with images, some bio's follow
With time we all inter met

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Tall Tales

With muse in hand I must come up with great stories
That it keeps it's seeker longing for more of it's caption
free verse sonnet haiku or just stopping on by
I'm sure that there's something you may find very interesting

Tribute To Writers Here At

Also Entry For 
Brian Strand's
Poulter's Measure
GL All

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Angel Eyes

Torn and broken 
Confused, forgot 
Missed and wanted 
Hopeless, distraught 

With all the madness, 
All the lies. 
Through all the sadness ,
Of no good byes .

She stands strong, 
Never breaking down. 
Proving she's growing, 
but afraid to drown. 

She holds the answers 
To all the tears.
All the questions 
Through all the years. 

She says the words 
To just be heard 
Nothing matters 
It's all absurd 

She bears feelings 
Emotions so deep 
The feelings are hidden 
To forever keep 

When the angel falls short 
She gives her good byes 
Not bearing the words 
But they fall from her eyes

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Voting Day

Wake up, wake up!
Voting Day's here,
Everyone out there
Should be of good cheer;
This is the time
For which we have prayed,
Voters get out there,
Make everything change!

Get up, get up!
Make your voice known
What are you doing 
In bed in your home?
Now it is time to
Change this country's fate;
Get to the polls, 
Don't you be late!

Be swift, be strong!
Give it your best,
Let the American
Founders have rest;
Choose the best women
And choose the best men,
Make use of today,
For it won't come again!

Make use of today;
It won't come again!

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The Forever and the Relative (part 2)

Civilizations appeared and disappeared
Empires have risen and fallen 
Their cultures and legends discovered
Left behind for future generations, a token.

To teach us what enriches and what destroys
That those who have gained power by force
Have fallen by the hands of discontent
Leaving behind a culture of fear, that need no encores.

Those who have gained power by wisdom
Have left behind treasures that remained
Revealed in their writings, part of their history
Still inspiring today for our own victories to gain.

What destroys, disappears into relativity
What builds, remains in the heart of humanity
Fear and anger meet relativity
Love and truth meet eternity.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 03/28/10

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Time, they say, just doesn't wait,
It just moves steadily on;
And if the moment isn't siezed,
Then that moment's gone.

In many ways I guess that's true,
We can't let time just pass;
But spend it wisely and acrue,
The things that really last.

All life is precious, it's a gift,
That can't be taken lightly.
Each and every creature,
Like a jewel shining brightly.

Appreciate each one you see,
For what it really is,
A living thing that God has made,
For nothing man-made lives.

If you cannot give back that life,
Then you've no right to take it.
God didn't put it here for you,
Just to watch you waste it.

God loves each thing that He made,
Wants us to love them too.
Appreciate what He has done,
And show you love Him too.

Take from this world just what you need,
And leave the rest for others.
You aren't the only thing He loves,
You've sisters and you've brothers.

Some things are here for us to use,
For livlihood, food and fuel;
But use it wisely, treat it kindly,
Don't waste it like a fool.

One day you'll see your time's run out,
You'll stand before the Lord;
And you'll be judged for what you've done,
You really can't afford,

To live your life as though you think,
You're some invincible king;
For when we stand before the Lord,
We don't own a thing.

                                Judy Ball

                                                                                                          Psalm 36:1-3

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The Woman I Once Was

What happened to the woman
that I once use to be? 
When did I start being afraid
of jumping from a tree? 

I use to climb those branches
right to the very top.
My dad would yell up at me
'OK, You better stop! '

I use to be so fearless.
I never was afraid.
Now I cringe at just the thought
of stepping from the shade! 

My courage must have left me
like so many have before.
I have to reach within myself
to get through what's in store.

I know that woman's in there.
She wants to take the plunge.
For now I'll just look off the edge
from a very distant lunge. 

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Flying High

I’m flying high
Don’t even try
To break my wings
Or make me cry

I’m soaring free
Don’t try to aim
Your bullet words
Don’t inflict pain

I dive in clouds
You cannot find
My hiding place
For you are blind.

My wings are sails
The wind’s my friend
You don’t believe
Nor comprehend

That I was born
To own the sky
YOU live on earth
You CRAWL on by

My thoughts take flight
I stretch my dreams
Can’t bring me down
With evil schemes


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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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Conjure me a time when I 
Was happy to believe
‘fore rules and complications
Filled with smog my birthday eve
Set the table ring the bell
For all to take their place
And time machine with me back to
The edge of memories long erased
Serve me up on paper plates
And help the candles blow
Soothe the hunger pains with joyous
Innocence we used to know
Tell of bedtime stories
Grant a blow afar for wishes kissed
Pray a blessing on the ones 
Whose presence we so sorely miss
Whistle in remembrance as
We take our turns to reminisce
Though life is short we take the time
To sympathize oblivious
Eventful is the journey next
Forever onto future realms
Unknown to each and all of us
The light that overwhelms

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I, Oracle tool of eternal, placid in mental state. 
High-intellect mortal, dropping parables to educate. 
Special emotional properties, concepts of four elements. 
Fire; earth; wind; water, mind on matter transcendents. 

Fire akin to blood, therein lies real passion. 
Air present in yellow bile, links of wrathful emotion. 
Water manifest in phlegm, too much produce laziness. 
Earth found in black bile, associates of sadness. 

Telepathic capabilities, enhancement of perception. 
Supernatural abilities, sheer mind submission. 
Mixed cause and effect, experimental backward mask. 
Image shown to subject, tenth of a second the task. 

First picture displayed, ultrasensory perception. 
Second subliminal image, recalling jiffy forgotten. 
Utilize the enhanced, nothing but natural. 
Subconscious skill possessed, to absorb more subtle signal. 

Desire overriding reason, inner darkness of humanity. 
Nature and nurture function, sexually obsessed mentality. 
Attempts to explain marvels, visible through naked eyes. 
Ubiquitous superpower, shattering inquiring minds. 

Head and facial movements, most info' effective. 
Eminent emotions expressed, all but instinctive. 
Familial body language, few employ it consciously. 
Nonverbal communication, many exercise it subconsciously.

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Under morning sky

                                              Under morning sky.
                               Gentle breeze waft against spring leaves.
                                           Adding to bird songs.
                                      The ear interprets mysteries.

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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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There are things one must do,
In this world to survive,
If one's to get through,
This life and contrive,

Not to lean on the goodness,
Of those that we love,
And expect them to put,
Our own welfare above,

The things that they need,
For their own livlihood.
One prepares for one's future,
As everyone should.

A rebel is one,
Who ignores all the rules,
And looks on the wise,
As sheep and as fools,

For deciding to follow,
A straight, narrow path,
And steer clear of trouble,
And clean up their act;

For in making decisions,
You decide your own fate,
And trial and error,
Brings wisdom too late.

You'll lose in the long run,
Unless you can learn,
Your mistakes must be paid for,
And honor is earned,

When you take care of business,
And keep your nose clean,
And follow the rules,
'stead of fighting the reigns.

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Upon These Wings of Freedom

Upon these wings of freedom
Pain shall never harm the beauty of such
Full of the glowing strength of the mountains
And a mothers gentle touch.

Upon these wings of freedom
I leave behind my darkend past
Gliding towards my golden lane 
Of memories that will forever last.

Upon these wings of freedom
My laughter and smiles are soul deep
Never again to be pretending
Never again I will shout or weep.

Upon these wings of an angel,
Heaven has portrayed,
Every bone and every feather,
My true self was found and made.

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I see change

I see change like a ripple on a pond.
Not just the surface it lies beyond.
I think of struggle the battle within.
With these ripples change can begin.

I see change in the sun in the sky.
Every day is different I wonder why.
With every day it heads towards the west.
It sets on the horizon where it comes to rest.

I see change in everything that I see.
Determining what is and whatt shall be.
Some days I find it hard to see the light.
I soon see the stars that shine so bright.

I see change can come to anyone.
When I can’t see I want to find some.
Change finds its way to me and you.
Inside what we say and what we do.

I see change and then I see me.
It decides what tomorrow will be.
The sun always rises and it sets.
Change is part of what is not yet.

I see change when I view the news.
It becomes something that you choose.
Change shall come and be part of today.
Inside of what we see a different way.

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Life's Story

The rain falls fiercly,
As I look up into the skies,
Only to see the sun,
And white clouds floating by.

I walk into the woods,
Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet,
I stare down to the earth,
To see grasses, soft and sweet.

At last I see a rose,
Lying dried up on the ground,
I gently touch it's petals,
And my life is newly found.

All along ive been yelling,
At the wind for being cold,
And shouting at the rain,
When life's story has been told.

I ignored the graceful beauty,
As i blocked out meaningful sights,
For when it's gone I will regreat,
Shunning the flawless story of life.

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How often and how loud
words wanted to burst out,
and let everyone know with my tender blink...
what I felt all along, but never had showed it!

Here's my chance to unafraidly talk,
let's chat while we take a long walk;
would a sincere heart hold back its love in deeper, quiter sound,
when everything it has done...was sweet, lovely and profound?

Adored friend, listen to these sad regrets
locked in enduring silence...once so doubtful and unwise; 
help me reveal them, and how glad these eyes
would be, if you could catch them in your caring hands.

Forgive me for not having been honest,
and hidden these precious words behind this timid chest;
you must have felt that need for utterance,
and anxiously waited for that moment with kindly patience.

And finally, I've found that courage to openly say them,
" Love shouldn't be held back, but be truly free to express itself;
I have repressed all the beautiful feelings for a foolish fear,
now, be certain that they will delight you in wonderful ways, dear!"  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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When You Are Young

...dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
   to his poem 'When You Are Old'

When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of grave concern
that troubles him whose purity is lost,
who argues and contends at any cost,
who complicates and twists at every turn.
Simplicity must be your cornerstone,
strengthen your heart against all sorts of strife
that undermine a childlike view of life,
strive and prevail, lest innocence be gone!

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What I Want to Be

Should I become a brain surgeon
saving lives with skillful hands
maybe conduct an orchestra
on a podium I’ll stand

Pilot of a fighter jet
protecting our native land
Admiral of a navy fleet
the top guy who’s in command

I could become a professor
teaching those seeking to learn
Perhaps a great politician
solving issues of concern

For any of these to happen
I’ll have to let go of me
“When I let go of what I am
I become what I might be” 

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'...with quenchless canvasses of twisted fire' - Mervyn Peake

Your vision was a beacon
gracing us with golden sheen,
your heart was dark and heavy
with redemption rarely seen.

You plumbed the incongruities 
of faithfulness and fear,
you challenged life's inequities
so often with a tear

of sadness in your dream-dimm'd eyes
and shades of anguish too,
this world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you.

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Holy Mother Mary 
Always close at hand
I see your sign in my palm 
You calm and understand

Holy Mother Mary
Never there to chide
You mark the hand of all
To still … to love …to guide.

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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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You chastise me continually,
At home, even in the car;
What I should do, what I should say,
Who do you think you are.

You want me to be perfect,
Do everything just right,
And if I'm not you'll tell me,
So I try with all my might.

Not that I'm a door mat,
You can't push me around,
I'll try and try and try again,
And then I'll stand my ground.

If something doesn't turn out right,
You know you're not to blame,
So you turn to me with ire,
And curse and call me names.

It matters not I'm sorry,
If indeed I'm wrong,
It matters not my innocence,
If blame does not belong,

With me in any shape or way,
The lecture will go on,
Reiterate, discuss, debate,
Till self esteem is gone.

Be perfect and you say again,
Be perfect just like you;
But I'm not and cannot be,
I'm just me through and through.

I tried to please you, yes I did,
I tried with all my might;
But that's not good enough for you,
So you go fly a kite.

(some people couldn't be pleased if you peed in their ice cream)

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We All

We all have eyes and ears to hear,
we all have truths that we hold dear,
we listen closely to the words of friends,
we choose to hear, it all depends.

We all have ears and eyes to see,
we all choose what we pretend to be,
we fill our hearts with promises made,
we perceive upon, beds we have made.

We set in stone what we become,
we wonder as we live alone,
we fight this life of circumstance,
we never get the chance to dance.


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Raise up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he won't stray;
And teach him the laws of good common sense,
To ensure his well being, and pray;

And remember to teach by example as well,
For in preaching he hears only words.
He must see these ideals at work in your life,
To accept them in his and concur,

To live each new day the best that he can,
And cleave to the straight, narrow path;
For they learn what they live, these children of ours,
And today's all the time that we have.

                                                                              Proverbs 29:15

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New Man

He once wore the mask of the reskin tride,
An orphan set to drale.
Where once was shame, and farn, and guilt,
Now is but a tale.

A man too sold on a life unlived,
In search of fairer fay.
For by the stone, and warf, and will,
He arrives anew to-day.

©2011, R. Erin Lenth

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fin - debut

fin - début

what human has created, sapien can asunder
it's not ours to keep forever defaulted
through ignorance, avarice, prideful blunder
it's only some created civilization after all

the neighborhood won't deny our urban renewal
the neighbors probably thought for a long time
but might think us uncaring, unmeaning or cruel
yet wish we'd "keep it down", maybe return to slime

maybe the lease is up, no longer to be penned
maybe the sheriff is here with papers to serve
maybe we're really - finally, at our wits end
with all of our crap piled on the universal curb

we've predicted for a long time now
some coming of some long overdue end
with pillared salt, conflagrating fires and
the certain demise of you and me, my friend

yet maybe this new task that we've found
that we stumbled over, can start tomorrow -
and help to insure that we're still around
to work it out, and get new path to follow

we've been balled up on this ball of dirt
we've been petty, bickering, trifling asses
but maybe we've got another chance to avert
certain disaster and redeem all of our masses

the cliff, the match, the fingered button
can recede to our memory of too close calls
if we silence our forked tongues of gluttony
and open our minds to beyond our own walls

in the company of strangers
in the company of stars
in incorporated company
to reclaim what lost, can now be ours

© Goode Guy 2012-12-12

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Twin Shooting Stars

No matter my path
There – you always are
Lifetimes have we traveled
Twin shooting stars

Forget can I not
Forever etched upon this heart
Every ending not good-bye
Step closer a new start

Distractions have been many
Unscripted is the way
No matter the distance
In thoughts do you stay

Free may you be
From chains that bound
Reach out could you not
In another, comfort found

Find can you not
Balance which you seek
What pretends to replace
Voice lost, can never speak

Know does your heart
Twin flames true voice
Listen if you dare
Always known, the right choice

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On New Year's Eve I sit and ponder,
Memories past and times long gone,
And as I think my heart grows fonder,
Of times and things both lost and won.

It seems the mind sees clearer now,
Than when at first these things occurred,
And now I'm wont to think on how,
What came by chance and what incurred.

I sit and sort my loss and gain,
And tally that still owing,
And figure out where I'm to blame,
Remembering, not foregoing,

Any slight, however small,
By accident or plan,
And learn from that which I recall,
To be a better man.

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The Visitor

You stole in unbeknown'st to me
with soft and silent tread,
You laid your hands upon my heart
and my confusions fled.

It stretched and flexed its crumpled wings
unused to flights of joy,
it tripped and skipped in gratitude
just like a little boy,

and by degrees my troubled soul
took solace from above,
my empty feelings of despair
transfigured by Your Love.

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Twin Souls

They stood together one last time
dreading what came next,
having seen the path before them,
having written their own text.

"Being born again," she looked at him,
"is scarier than dying.
I fear the pain and illnesses,
physicality's so trying."

"And how am I to bear it,"
her green eyes filled with tears,
"knowing I'll be half a soul
for all of fifty years?"

"We must be brave and live these lives
and try to do no harm,
so that down the road we'll meet again
and you'll be in my arms."

"We must try to mend our karmas,
that's why we chose these paths,
the suffering will be worth it
for the heavenly aftermath."

"I shall always feel half-empty,
though I guess I won't know why,"
and the enormity overcame them
and they both began to cry.

"Have faith, my lambs," they heard God say,
"for the two of you are blessed,
and you' ll be reunited
once you've passed your earthly tests."

"And the glory will be heavenly
and mystical and sweet,
and you will be rewarded
when you two finally meet."

"You'll know a love that's boundless,
as you once again are whole.
Most people aren't so lucky,
to share a life with their twin soul."

So bravely they went forward
and their memories were erased,
they struggled half a century
and then came face to face.

It was just as God had promised,
and they cherished every day,
and their love-light was a beacon,
and their love-light shone the way.

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By Example

If there would be no more,
could I say I did my best,
or would I be lumped together
on a pile with all the rest?

Do I make a difference,
or do I always fall short,
how will I be judged
in life's Final Court?

I can change right now,
I will obey His command;
I can be a loving example
throughout His entire land.

My life will never be wasted,
the beginning is starting to show;
by example - I can thank Thee
for showing me the way to go.

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Love Awaits The Souls

All are we

One half of a soul

Traveling through this life

Once again to be whole


In the heartbeat of another

The rhythm to our rhyme

Long ago, a dance started

Shared again in this time


In their eyes found

Love's light returned

Reflection of the self

Many lessons have been learned


Touch do they deep

Core of all you are

Though separate may you be

No place that far


Feel them can you always

Never far behind

In every breath, every moment

Always on your mind


Find can we many

Ways to block our path

Defined by perceptions

Risk not ego's wrath


Short is our time

In this world spent

Return to your purpose

For which here, you were sent


Follow your passion

Once again, be free

Others opinions matter not

For, your truth cannot they see


Close your eyes, feel the rhythm

Continue does the dance

Love awaits the souls

Willing to take the chance

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Sword of the Spirit

When life takes its toll
revelation will unroll,
permit this sword to...
pierce your soul

Like 2:35

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Tomorrow's Seed

Old ways of being
No power do they hold
New world upon us
Dare to be bold

Gathered in the light
In numbers strength found
Lighter do we move
Reside on higher ground

No longer is there doubt
Clarity in daily thought
Guided will you be
Revealed answers sought

Time not the enemy
Despair falls away
Higher the vibration
Creates the new day

Found are there many
Once lost their way
Rejuvenated in spirit
Forward can they pay

Anchored no longer
Fear's shackles removed
Unity overcomes -
Hate no longer approved

Take comfort in knowledge
Share all you know
For what we plant today
Tomorrow’s seeds will grow

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In Mirrored Capture

In mirrored capture
She stands before
This lady, blond
One can't ignore

The mirror tells
Her beauty, stance
Leaves one, I
In viewing trance

Her posture, pose
Delights mine eyes
Her figure, dress
I feel, hypnotised

Dress of purple
Mix of black
Style, she oozes
I grant that

In mirrored capture
She stands before
Through my eyes
Thine heart soars

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Wrapped inside a dream

Love is like a gift wrapped inside a dream
Everything I’ve known is not quite as it seems.
It’s raining and cloudy, rather cold outside
A new light in my heart keeps me warm inside.

The days just drift by not as much time as before
Like a flower awakening I see what the future has in store.
The inspiration flows like sands through an hourglass
I have a front row seat to view each one  pass.

The night becomes a place of hope and light
Gone is the past and the demons of night.
It’s been many years but they have gone away
Inspiration grows inside of every word I say.

I can’t wait for morning to greet what this day brings
The love inside my heart makes my soul just sing.
I can’t wait to hear your voice it seems a part of me
I hear it in the wind and in all the things that I see.

The hope just keeps on rising like the ocean's tide
I find a new comfort in this love I shall confide.
As the waves crash in sweeping the sands away
I have found some comfort in the safety of the bay.

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The less said the best said, or so I have heard,
Is often the best rule of thumb;
For trouble is wrought more often than not,
By the unguarded human tongue;

For tis easier by far to quell the unsaid,
|Than to mend a wound opened by candor;
And senseless indeed to ignore the soul's need,
For assurance and welcome, not slander.

So take into account your own feelings friend,
And listen to things that you say.
How would you feel were these things said to you,
Your actions, perchance, be repaid?

                                                                                               James 3:2
(In other words if you can control your tongue you can control the rest of your body too. That's pretty hard to do though.)

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When I in sweet repose lie still,
And restfulness surrounds me,
Come fluttering words, come drifting words,
Come drifting words to me.

Come fluttering down and drifting 'round,
And playfully surround me,
As I walk dark streets of town,
With midnight's cloak about me.

Come fluttering words, come drifting words,
Come drifting words to me,
As I wonder, deeply ponder,
What those words might be.

I wander through the garden,
I stop beside the door.
I wait beside the fountain,
For the words so sweet and pure.

It's here that I am happy.
My heart and soul can sing,
As the words come drifting to me,
My spirit lifts, takes wing.

                                                Judy Ball

(The lady is a poet and she waits for inspiration)

Written Saturday, July 16,2011

For What Is She Thinking Contest by Constance LaFrance - Wandering poet

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My Plea

For something already established
   engraved in trust
untouched before you.
For connections unbreakable by life
   sewn in our spirit
hard to explain by words previous.
For healing of perfection
   born in spring
brought on by your first hello.
For security of the untouchable
   breathing consistency
erasing tears of anticipated disappointment.
For my plea of togetherness
   fulfilled forever even when unseen
issued deepness beyond love.
For ever prayed
   arrived though misconceived
not always about me.
For vows loyal
   do not require rules
extend past physical, me and you.


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"Lost Souls"

Whither wilt thou wander wayfaring wanderer
For Aladdin’s lamp shall well without__ be camped
Thus from whence__ will thine offence__ be quenched 
Not from city’s light will approval be stamped

Wander thus___ ponder___  wayfaring wanderer
For thou shall thus camp by life’s watered roots
Until thine offence shall thus be quenched
Thus thou shall eat leaves and pluck fruits

Healing balm shall thus be in thine own palm
As the healing balm cure shall thus be pure
All fear shall of waters of life be banished 
Sacred light of  holy city be near

A great gnashing teeth of the mind’s belief
The roaring of the lion darkness of time
For Lamb is the light as darkness take flight
Peace as a fleece the lamb lies with the lion

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Profanity's a loathsome thing.
The words used are the worst,
Expressing thoughts most vile and crude,
Such language is perverse;

For when we speak we show the world,
What dwells within our mind,
And as he thinks, so is the man,
We really haven't time,

To waste on words of guilt and shame,
That hurt even their user;
For words have power, don't forget,
Once said they can leave bruises,

That stay o'er long and cause great pain,
Be careful what you say,
And guard your thoughts lest you forget,
And let the devil play,

Little games within your mind,
For that's where sin begins;
So study hard and think good thoughts,
And just don't let him in.

                           Phillipians 4:8

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Would that I had a bracelet,
Of starlight 'round my wrist.
A matching ring upon my hand,
My earlobes starlight kissed.

I wish I had a neck chain,
Of moonbeams 'round my neck,
To wear with robes of gossamer,
And be so fine bedecked;

But if I had such finery,
It wouldn't be so special.
I wouldn't value it so much,
If they were on my level;

But every night I'm bathed in them,
The jewels of the night.
I bask in silver radiance,
As I walk beneath their light.

                                     Judy Ball

The natural things of this world are so far above us that we should value them more than gold.

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I'm close to a breakthrough
that's why I'm gonna give it my all
I'm close to a breakthrough 
won't stop til I make it

No one on this earth is gonna stop me 
from reaching my breakthrough
I'm so close I can fell it within me
I'm so close I can fell it within me

YEAH, my breakthrough is on the way 
so I'll just have to hold on
until it arrives
but I won't stop until I get my breakthrough

(This is my first quatrain so tell me what you think)

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Perfect Book

Perfect Book

The Bible is a perfect book
That everyone should read
Be inspired and get hooked-
On life’s Greatest Bread

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True Rain

Miniscule speckles of grey dust, 
Encased within wet prison, 
To us they look so beautiful, 
Those poor little trapped grey balls, 

Millions of them come each time, 
All fighting to become free, 
Their lives plummeting to the ground, 
But of this we do not see, 

They free fall hundreds of miles, 
They fall from heaven to earth, 
It's quite like a mass suicide, 
That was planned from their very birth, 

They have no choice of this sad death, 
It is what they were born to do, 
It's as if their whole purpose is, 
To become huge puddles of blue, 

We cannot control these deaths, 
But we can imagine their pain, 
So think of that next time you see, 
The beauty that we call rain.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007

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We all have certain attributes,
That make us who we are.
Certain things that God saw fit,
To use creating our,

Specific soul and manifest,
Our certain type of beauty,
And that's why we should realize,
That it's just not our duty,

To set about to single out,
The difference in each other.
We may not look or sound the same,
But in the soul, we're brothers.

It's not for us to think or say,
Some don't look as they should.
T'was God, Himself who crafted all,
And said that it was good.

                                       (Living Bible) 1 Peter 2:17
              (Living Bible, The Words of Jesus)  Mark 3:35

For Something Different Contest by Debbie Guzzie

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devine recognition

god is a loving god i'm told -
but might not fit to be so controlled
as to only love us mind and soul
fear and loathe can not take hold

if god only wants the best for you
is what most mankind does not eschew
yet maybe it's not a crystal view
and perception of god is largely untrue

any god of our knowing is very limited
to our own feeble understanding exhibited
a divinity so constrained from infinite
can only be to our humanity attributed

what really can we know of god
does he sit above and merrily applaud
or maybe hit-n-run with quick maraud
likely unseen behind some human facade

faith in god is never truly unshaken
it wanes and waxes as our reasons awaken
we can not be faulted for being mistaken
thinking our deity has left us forsaken

so judge for yourself what you know
and accept that it just may not be so
our divine failure is not a fatal blow
but merely our humanness, so apropos

© Goode Guy 2012-11-02

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Heaven Awaits

Angelic voices singing praises to the Lord Most High,
God's glory fills the heavens with radiance so bright.
Brilliant rainbow colors all around, a pleasure to the eye,
Holding hands with Jesus, knowing everything's all right.

For Carolyn Devonshire's Perception of Heaven contest

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A little more grace

I awake this morning with a smile on my face
I have seemed to learn a little more grace
I’m ready to go and jump in the race
I feel  much peace and content in this space.

I have a new fan and I welcome her aboard
There are many treasures locked inside my words
Living is easy with eyes closed
Answers arrive to the questions posed.

I see this new life and wonder why me
How is there so much beauty in all that I see?
I come to realize that it had always been there
Standing in the shadows of what I call nowhere.

I turn the page because it’s time to move on
All of those dear things are all but gone
Sometimes I wonder why I take so long
I always knew the words to this old song.

The sun greets the sky it is time to go
I hope today what I learn shall grow
Just get out there because you don’t know
When you are ready to see it all shall show.

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Broken Eggs

Humpty Dumpty cracked my eggs
Theses pristine solid becomes a liquid mess
With The yellow fat yolk jostling wet
In a bowl like a squabble comic pair yet unset

Humpty Dumpty left my eggs broken
As delicate as a fetus whirling for life
Helpless at birth yet destined to live
Wrapped in the womb and silent as such

Broken Eggs shatters the hope of life 
Yet a hope to save another; may be from hunger
I found it utterly pleasing and truly, very yummy
Perfect in beauty in sauce like my honey mummy

Humpty Dumpty cracked my eggs, yet
Daddy spiced my broken eggs into an omelet
He turned those broken eggs into a jellyroll
And poured it in a golden bounteous-bowl

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a pleasure without guilt
or guilty without pleasure
our life is hardly built
by any other measure

we live a way we wanted to
to find some joy of time
to want to see what we can do
at least we're so inclined

yet hold on dear to what we jilt
as mindful we cast aside
evaporate our love to wilt
what we say we most abide

so err we must, oh humanity
turns we take or straighten
'round corners that we cannot see
some path or road not taken

who knows what line ended on
the twists and turns of fate
the bed we choose to lie upon
our life's appetite to sate

take heart do i, as so do you
that angst will fall away
leaving golden times to value
'til there's nothing more to say

© Goode Guy 2012-01-24

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The Poetic Skies

I’m writing of my neighbor,
Who sadly passed away.
She planted the poetry seed,
Of the poems you read today.

A piece of me left with her,
The day her casket closed.
She spawned my poetic inception,
For her, my work’s composed.

It’s been eleven lonely years;
Her poetic sun set, to never rise.
I’m still in mourning far from setting,
Illuminating the poetic skies.

Her presence cast infectious beauty,
But her life’s light untimely set.
Leaving a wealth of memory,
That my heart will never forget.

Her poems speak forever,
Reminding my tortured soul.
Of their creator’s radiance,
That sadly had to go. 

I’m up here with other stars;
My poetic rays sting the eyes.
It's my time of day to shine,
And grace the poetic skies.

For Chris' "Get Your Rebel On" contest

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I may never be wealthy,
I may never have fame,
I may never travel,
Or own my own plane.

I may never see sunsets,
In far away places,
Or meet famous people,
Or learn courtly graces;

But I have seen sunsets,
Unmatched by the others,
And the people I have met,
Are my sisters and brothers.

The wealth that I have,
Is neither silver or golden,
But one thing is sure,
It can never be stolen.

                                                                                                     Proverbs 22:2

                                  Philippians 4:11

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I am the confidant of many, 
a healer of weary souls, 
they come to me with questions, 
and tales of their ample woes. 

I advise and console their broken,
and bleeding hearts, 
for I know how it feels,
to be ripped and utterly torn apart. 

What can one so humble as I;
I often conclude with query short and sweet; 
do for a true master-poet; 
who muses others as he speak?

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My thoughts comes curiously, 
My lips speaks freely, 
My body's a temple holding guilt & worries, 
My eyes witness truth and my ears clearly hears.  

My hands help others, 
My feet will continue to walk futher, 
My sharp tounge prays daily, 
and my knees bow geniunely. 

My mind's always growing, 
so still now, my job's to keep showing, 
The man I was made to be,
God's radiance ever emitting out of me. 

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There's gonna be a party.
Just come as you are.
We've all been invited,
From near and from far.

There'll be great food and drink,
And we'll dine royal fare;
And there's no need to worry,
About what to wear.

There'll be kings and queens,
And princes and nobles,
Presidents and residents,
And all of the locals;

But you're just as special,
As any your neighbors,
'Cause your worldly status,
Gets no special favors;

For all you've accomplished,
And all you've acquired,
Is just so much garbage,
And we'll be attired,

In brand new white robes,
A gift from The Father,
Who'll welcome us home,
In person, with honor.

                                 Judy Ball

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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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I've found the key to Heaven at last
and it hinges not on my crime ridden past
it matters not about that which i've done before
i've found the entrance to Heaven's front door

people tell me this and I read something else in the Bible
they talk mostly about the sins for which I am liable
“'Repent” they say and do not hate
but that ain't the way through Heaven's gate

forget about all the heathenish things i've done
as in all the days and nights I've slept with a gun
or all the hearts i've promised to make my bride
so what if they were fabrications and I lied

I don't even have to knock to get in
I don't have to explain about every indiscretion and sin
people don't get it but every glorious day can be a fun day
as long as you dress up all fancy and tithe on Sunday
   © 2013....copyright....PHREEPOETRY  ~free cee!~

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How Do You See The World

Do you see a division of country
as each nation's flag is unfurled
Do you see a fight to the death as your duty
is this how you see the world?

Do you see a union of all people
around each other everyone's arms are curled
Do you see one world under one steeple
is this how you see the world?

Do you see children seperated from their Father and Mother
as into insanity and despair we are hurled
Do you see the plight of brother against brother
is this how you see the world?

Do you see the world like me
as love and happiness in each person is swirled
Do you see how together we can make it lovely
this is how I see the world!

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Time and tide they do not wait,
We all have heard it said,
And there are those who seem to view,
The ebb and flow with dread.

They do their best to stave it off,
And live in deep denial,
Trying not to show their age,
And viewing it as a trial;

A tribulation of some sort,
A thing to be avoided,
Forgetting in their quest for youth,
That age can be exploited;

For with age comes experience,
That younger folks don't have.
Things that you have done before,
Is to them enclave.

A thing to them as yet untried,
Is foreign territory.
They'll listen to your wisdom,
And practiced oratory;

For things that to the younger set,
Appear a mystery,
For older folks is just old hat,
And it's just history;

So if we learn to use our age,
Accept it as a friend,
We'll age as does fine wine and so,
Won't face a bitter end.

We have to learn to face some facts,
That some things must betide.
You can run from age, my dear,
But you can never hide.

                                                                                                Proverbs 16:31

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Sufficient for the Day

Sufficient for the day is the Lord’s grace,
although the day has troubles of its own;
remain standing on the foundation of faith,
for the secret… is going before God’s throne.

Daily measures of mercies and love are available,
since Christ our advocate is making intercessions
that lift us up – for when we eventually fall down,
as the result of our sinful transgressions.

Sufficient for the day is the Lord’s joy,
although the day has troubles of its own;
God’s love for us has been made evident,
seeing the Son’s Salvation has been made known.

With a new day, stillness may certainly come;
unite your voice with eternity’s songs.
Become comfortable now for giving God praise,
in preparation of joining the heavenly throng.

Sufficient for the day is the Lord’s strength,
although the day has troubles of its own;
so lift us up after we fall again, as we realize…
that Your grace and peace has been already sown.

-Joe Breunig © 2012, All rights reserved.

Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Matt 6:34

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Heroes Who Never Die

There has been oh so many
And many are still around
They surround us old and young
For in our hearts they can be found

They can be members of our families
Who inspired us in many ways
It could be a writer on the Soup
Who displayed their way your ways

They could even be in the field of sports
Or even on a movie screen
But the ones who are heroes much more
Are in the places we will never have been

They are the ones who fight for our future
For when they are lost, we cry
They are the ones who lay down their lives
For they are " Heroes Who Never Die " 

Inspired by Bryan Josh of Mostly Autumn who wrote 
   " Heroes Never Die " in memory of his father

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September 11 - On This Day

On this day, we were attacked; 
On this day, we were mobbed; 
On this day, our freedom was tested; 
On this day, we all sobbed.

On this day, we all stood still; 
On this day, we all held each other; 
On this day, our lives were changed; 
On this day, we tried to save our brother.

On this day, we all said a prayer; 
On this day, we all hoped for the best; 
On this day, our faith was strengthened; 
On this day, we laid the brave to rest.

On this day, we will pause for our nation; 
On this day, we will never break; 
On this day, our country is united; 
On this day, we stand for freedom's sake.

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Dont' Judge Me

Narrow minded you say
I don’t think that way 
I am open as can be
One day, you will see

I am free spirited
So it’s been said
Life is unexpected
Secrets are unknown

Regrets are repeated
Love is unfound
Money is not made
Self-respect begins to fade

Lost in devotion
Puzzled with emotion
Between all the uproar
But one day, I’ll soar 

Gain acquired tastes 
Without saving face
Reach for the stars
Drive fast cars

Become wealthy
Exist happily
Live the dream
And ultimately succeed

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He's of a bright yellow and auburn color,
and Autumn leaves match his feathers well;
what a gorgeous canary stands on my window-sill...
and I call him the friendliest, most talented warbler!

Next door, there are heartless and crazy boys who harm birds
by using slings and stones to bring them down,
and then watch them die by inflicting more pain;
that's so cruel, don't ever do it to another canary, rascals!

Kids, don't kill my bird...he's a useful animal
with the biggest heart in the Fauna's kingdom,
if he ever died, I would be confined to dreary boredom!
Let him live, so that I can continue living through the Fall!

He comes to visit me hardly flipping his wings so fragile,
and he surprises me sometimes, while I play at the piano so carried away
by the notes that himself sings for me in a triad chord so simple;
would you want to hear him sing that melody...are you listening to me?

Birds are put in cages, if they were wild animals like lions and tigers,
but they are the beautiful and gentle creatures of the Wild and they run from hunters,
not from bird-watchers...and you say,"They aren't intelligent or wise!"
Watch them in their habitat:  you'll learn to adore them, and love them for life!

Kids, don't kill my bird...he has caring parents like those in a loving family,
I rescued him from a forest's trap...his legs were caught and they bled;
I took him home and gave him first aid, and he miraculously survived!
Did God send this bird to test me how compassionate I would be?

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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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Live Without Sorrow

Raise your voices,
May yourself be heard!
Stick up for whats right,
And be open to learn.

Laugh when you cry,
And sing when you yell.
Lifes is to short,
To mourn, or dwell!

Write with your heart,
May inner words be spoken!
Put back the peices,
That people have broken.

Because the day is to young,
To think about tomarrow.
So live in the now,
And let go of your sorrow.

Watch it fly away,
Fading... so slowley.
Because when it's gone away,
There will be no worry.

So fly with the birds,
Flow away with the breeze.
But always remember,
Life's more than it seems.

So off to your day,
But please keep in mind,
If you believe in yourself,
Your true self you will find.

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Prophecy I

The faith of mankind
Will be endured in a cosmic way
Between the stars
Many moons after a solar day

~ Leonard Napierskie

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Some say we control, 
Our feelings inside, 
Some say that these, 
Are what we hide, 

We bottle them up, 
Inside ourselves, 
All filed away, 
Upon the shelves, 

It takes just one word, 
To cause these to shake, 
And all the glass jars, 
Start to fall and break, 

Our emotions get freed, 
To cause havoc around, 
Inside our bodies, 
Without any sound, 

We then start to show, 
Our true feelings inside, 
No matter how hard, 
We try to hide, 

Then we get angry, 
At the one person who, 
Caused us to shake, 
Just 'cause they're shaking too.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2006q

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Mist and Death

Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.

Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet,
Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast,
Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid,
'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness.

Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe,
Moon of mist now found by life and gift,
For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig,
Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid,

Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth,
Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof,
Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new,
Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.

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She's an acrobat with anachronisms 
and an anarchist with adjectives
she dances with words cheek to cheek
and the letters follow all her directives

she shames me with her shameless talent
while displaying what she feels deep inside
I try to learn from her but am defied every time
and her ability to thrill me will not be denied

she can be comical or sacred and serious
she can write about reality's voice or fantasy's face
I read her words and wish to write like her
as she takes each syllable into her embrace

this wondrous woman is a poet supreme
a lady who writes what people need to hear
each word is placed in just the right place
and can make you smile or urge an urgent tear
  (c) 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Quick As A Wink

When looking at an empty page
And it seems that gone is the sage
Grab your camera and go for a walk
Be it morning, noon or dusk

In the morning look at the dew
See what is reflected and take a few
If at noon time and raindrops abound
See if there  are some on plants around

Be it at dusk when there is faint light
Catch shots of critters running out of sight'
When surrounded by dark and none's around
Use the flash and ghost may be found

That should fill a few pages by a sage
Down through the long, long ages
Keep in touch with pen and ink
Take those pictures quick as a wink

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Taking Out The Trash

       Taking Out The Trash

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

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

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

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

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It can be gloomy as winter's dreariness...
when nothing else glistens but cold snow;
and it can be as mysterious as summers' nights...
when the crickets are heard from a dark lawn.

Come out and see the many images of the pale moon,
which changes its shape on certain months, or days of the year:
full moon, half moon and three quarter of a moon
still captivate us more than any other planet distant and clear. 

Who hasn't heard legends about this mysterious planet not so cheery?
In Medieval Times, it seemed to have magical powers so solicitous;
and to whom it was so leery...if not to a saint exalting God only?
Poets of this age...wonder how it turns lovers passionate and amorous! 

I have contemplated with admiration the many images of the pale moon
for almost a lifetime: from my hilarious childhood to my hermetic manhood,  
and it hasn't broken its incantation, or changed a bit in color and even mood;
if I could reach it, I'd transform it into a garden of loveliness as anyone should.   

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Let me live, a little bit,
The lives of other men,
That I may better understand,
The ways of some of them.

Remind me often of my goal,
And be my steady source,
Of strength and courage through the years,
And help me hold my course.

Let me not be quick to judge,
Nor slow to lend an ear,
That I may somehow ease a pain,
Or wipe away some tear;

But if at times my temper flares,
And I should hurt another,
Forgive me Lord, and ease the pain,
I may have caused my brother.

Jesus said:

In other words, what goes around comes around.
One of the greatest shocks of life is finding out that people are not perfect;
but an even greater shock is finding out that neither are we.

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Come in from the cold

I feel like I’m in the wilderness, deep in the woods.
I would try to find my way back if only I could.
The lines on my face are growing quite bold.
A voice inside says, come in from the cold.

It took many years to get to where I am now.
I know if I can I shall make it somehow.
I listen and hear all the stories I’m told.
A voice inside tells me. come in from the cold.

I look and see this puzzle that’s in so many pieces.
With each step I take a new piece releases.
I try to buy back the soul that I once sold.
A voice inside sighs, come in from the cold.

I try to find answers yet see there are none.
Today I shine brightly as I stand in the sun.
I put down some cards in the hand that I hold.
A voice inside cries, come in from the cold.

I just close my eyes and slip off to a dream
I look for salvation but what does this mean?
Another year passes yet another year old,
A voice inside says, come in from the cold.

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Glimpse of Light

Glimpse of Light

When sorrow and pain set in,
And storms came all of a sudden
Surely a glimpse of light rays
Because Jesus is on our way!

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Her Prayer

She brings the new day’s lovely offering
of her garden’s fresh, delicate flowers,
so grateful for the slight and menial task
to fill her endlessly lonely hours.

Several times a day she meditates 
as she daringly asks the reason why
her beautiful, beloved and only son
much before his time, was chosen to die.

She takes up her pen with a sure intent 
before they will have had a chance to roam,
to capture the fluttering, drifting words,
shaping them into a glorious poem. 

Taking the parchment filled with inspired thoughts
She lays it along with her heart, on the shrine.
Praying, she says these humbling words.
“Divine Lord, not my will be done, but thine.

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It isn't hard to see the faults,
Of all those 'round about us,
And point them out to others,
As we make note of the status,

Of those who seem to lean toward,
A certain type of weakness,
While building up our vision,
Of our own virtues and meekness.

It seems we tend to turn blind eyes,
On unattractive habits,
And make excuses for ourselves,
Or run like frightened rabbits,

When faced with certain frailtys,
Or faults we don't want mentioned,
For after all we're not the ones,
Who sorely need correction.

It isn't hard to see the faults,
Of brothers and of sisters,
But seeing faults when they're our own,
Can burn until it blisters.

(Some people will have their neighbor tarred, feathered and run out of town on a rail for the same things that they, themselves have been guilty of in the past or even that they are presently doing right now. But if it's something they are doing, they will make excuses for themselves or their family members. For them there is always an excuse.
Funny isn't it.)
The Bible tells us:

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Reunited In Spirit

Boundaries are there none
Twin flames rise to meet
Eternal reconnection
Dance to the hearts beat

As mirrors do reflect
Truth found in another's eye's
Forever in the light
Removed the dark’s disguise

Space and time unite
Perfect harmony do they sing
With perfect composition
A new world do they bring

Released are the demons
Once thought to hold control
No longer are you broken
Faith restored, now whole

No more are you weary
Battles all been fought
Each step of the journey
Rewards, with knowledge sought

Dance can you now
Flame eternal does grow
Reunited in spirit
Holds all you need to know

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blue bra girl

now captive of the Internet
a junta's brutality is beset
captured for the world to see
the batoned beating of democracy

North East Africa, it can't be claimed
to solely fill this role of shame
but now viral bits are flying 'round
protesting people's being beaten down

women the circumference of the world
are persecuted for their gender's creation
cell cameras will, a new day herald
responsive answers from caring nations

people can be beaten and put down
forced to some savage submission
but what goes 'round comes 'round
violence begets, of its own volition

Mohandas lead too, where many follow
the harder, bloodier road of peace
declarations of change only ring hollow
when silenced by some thought police

© Goode Guy 2011-12-22

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The Sum

The sum is much greater than just its parts.
More than a thought it grows in your heart.
I look at all these pieces that make up me.
When they join together, beauty you see.

I look across a field and see many trees.
Upon a closer look, grass and a river I see.
They all present beauty when they are apart.
But put together, they are a painting in my heart.

I look up and see the grandness of the sky.
My imagination grows wings like birds fly.
There also is the sun along with the clouds
When put together the picture it allows.

It all seems to change as I head toward night.
The sun explodes in colors, the sun still shining bright.
Darkness soon approaches the stars and moon in sight.
It paints a picture of peace and everything is alright.

As we journey through night it shall start over again
The sun greets the horizon much like a good old friend.
The light shines downward, revealing each and every part.
 When they join together, they are a painting in my heart.

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Picture A World

Picture a world-
No hate, no fear
Future generations better
Because you were here

Picture a world-
No war, no pain
Enslaved no more
Free will does reign

Picture a world-
No sorrow, no regret
Each moment a gift
Be nothing but your best

Picture a world-
No anger, no demise
Lift as you climb
See yourself in another's eyes

Picture a world-
Clearly can you see
Power is now held
Create what is to be

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Leaves still clinging golden and true
after the first Autumn snowfall.
Boughs waving windy good byes to
the last of the yarrows white pall.

Fallow fields of rye long gone by
who also wave heartfelt adieu
as the wild geese cry flying by
so neatly arranged in their queues.

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The Cross

"A cross to bear," 
as the saying goes,
a good way to look
at all of our woes...

I think of a man
who paid the ultimate price,
and saved us from our sins - 
we must now think twice...

How can we ever repay
such a life-laden debt,
if we are not ready
to repent just yet?...

We need that cross
to remind us all,
that in the end
we won't take the fall.

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a stolen kiss

A stolen ravishing kiss,ignited a brisk fire
Gloating savage temptations,fueled burning desire
Despite trying so hard ,to forget our covert past
You relentlessly recalled,those endless times to last

The sneaky peaceful moments,which,so secretly we shared
The love,lust,rage and passion,for each other we spared
The moanful sensuous pledges, made in each other's arms
Have been refreshed now, by a kiss robbed in all charms

How can I ever forget, your love ,now, I 've  realized
The raving vows and pleasures,we achieved or fantasized
Thinking if gone faraway,might get this flame cool
savoring taste of your lips,testified I was a fool


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Mom Left The Key

The one thing that I remember
Sort of engraved in memory,
Is that inspiring view of my mother
Reading the Word diligently.

When all the trappings of religion
Failed as the times got rough,
Her frail strength had foundation
For His Word alive was enough.

I would see many tears fall down
As her stifled cry rose to  heaven
But her countenance had always shown
She was never alone... even then.

Now I found the key to my life too
Mom had taught me that truth quite well
In this world there's affliction, that's true
But my comfort's in Him,  all is well.

All rights reserved ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello

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A fresh start

A peace seems to grow as I progress through this day
It seems to become part of me infused in what I say
Things I’ve seen many times look brand new today
I find some comfort as I leave the safety of the bay.

Little drops of happiness are falling from the sky
The rain just keeps on falling as the clouds float by
Still, I wonder where I fit and I wonder why
Everything becomes a part of something larger than I.

The rain used to make me sad but something has changed
Not completely different maybe just rearranged
I seem to see beauty in everything I see
I see what is and hope for what may be.

I’m feeling rather happy everything is going my way
The past is slowly fading the demons have gone away
I see this peace growing inside of my heart
From the ashes of the end comes this new fresh start.

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I wish I was better

I wish I was better at leaving well enough alone
To know to pick up the pieces and just go home
I need to learn not everything can I master
Many of these things wind up in disaster.

I wish I was better at knowing when to stop
I seem to be relentless in my pursuit of the top
I know it good to always try to do my best
But when I am tired I have to learn to rest.

I wish I was better at seeing things the way they are
Like counting how many marbles are inside the jar
Every day it changes sometimes near and others far
I look up at the sky and I wish upon a star.

I wish I was better at just letting go
There are some things I don’t need to know
But I always am reaching though I’m not there yet
When I get there I’m not too happy with what I get.

I wish I was better for waiting for tomorrow
To see I have what I need I don’t have to borrow
Sometimes I get better while others I get worse
I need to take the time and consider the source.

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Ribbons of light rained down tonight,
From a moonless, inky sky.
So bright they were as they blew about,
So near and yet so high.

I watched transfixed in wonderment,
As they twisted and billowed out,
And wondered at their merriment,
As they glowed and danced about.

I'm stricken by mystical beauty,
As they writhe across the sky;
Twisting, turning, shooting, churning,
As through the night they fly.

They seem to be a living thing,
At play in the midnight blue;
In a cabalistic ocean,
Of deepest, darkest hue;

Bringing out their colors,
Like a rainbow come alive,
And I'm so blessed to see them,
As they bend and twist and dive.

The wonders of God's handiwork,
Nature at it's best,
Is shown to me when we're alone,
And I'm My Maker's guest.

                                      Judy Ball

"Then God said, 'Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night, and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days and years."
                                                                                                   Genesis 1:14

                                          And It Was So.

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Still is the heart
Fearful in it's beat
True desire does it know
Painful past, first must defeat

Safe does it feel
Others words do approve
How quickly we forget
From complacent removed

Hard fought the battle
Freedoms lessons do cost
Time waits for no one
Once gone, forever lost

In fragments have you lived
Scattered pieces here and there
Never seen, the whole picture
True potential – unaware

Thought have you often
Love enough, there must be
Correct have you been
Clouded vision, can not see

Want does the soul
Reconnection with love
Purpose reignited -
From fear rise above

Found is the strength
Different corner can you turn
In choice can you now
Create all, for which you yearn

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My Friends

My Friends

Alone with my thoughts
they speak,  form and flow
alliteration with a purpose
undulating to and fro

Words that speak to me
ideas form and grow
from my thoughts to my pen
my friends to the page flow

Stephen (Stoic)

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                         Judy Ball

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

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Aday in the Big Apple

I gaze upon the Statue of Liberty and think of what she stands for
To give shelter to the huddled masses and hope for the poor
I think we lost focus on what make this country great
I open my eyes before it becomes too late.

There are so many treasures in this city to find
I keep my eyes open so I don’t miss a sign
I start at The Empire State building to catch a view from the top
The view was so breath taking I felt my heart stop.

Down below everything looked so small
Except for the buildings, they were quite tall
You could see all the bridges that connected all the parts 
In the center is Manhattan much like the heart.

I go down to the ground and then I stop
The buildings scrape the sky you can’t see the top
The shadows they cast are larger than life
It’s hard to imagine they co- exist with the strife.

I walk to Central park one of my favorite places to be
Surrounded by skyscrapers the trees are like a green sea.
It’s so peaceful and quiet I find a rock on which to rest
I look up in a tree I see some birds in a nest.

Next stop is Strawberry Fields my favorite place
People are here from every country and from every race
Seems that peace and love are understood by all
The rich and the poor the big and the small.

I sit here and write as my inspirations rises
Surrounded by things of all shapes and sizes
Soon it will be time for me to go back home
But for now this feels like my comfort zone.

I see these opposite worlds living side by side
The peace in the park while the world rushes by outside
The contrasts reflect and by the pond I do stand
I seem to discover just who I am...

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The Return of Babylon

Between the two great rivers
Beneath the ash of destruction
Zion still will remember
Saved by a great tribulation

Waiting beneath the memory, the harlot
Returning of the decadent
To be clothed in purple and scarlet
Drunken with the blood of  the innocent

Rebuilt by the hand of the one
The one, multitudes await in dread
To do battle with the Son
The valley is filled with the dead

An army raised by fear of torture
And promises of gold and jewels
False wonders that he would conjure
His followers become the fools

Witness, Babylon’s annihilation
Never to rise again
Mankind freed of this temptation
And removes the wicked stain

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taking life

am i really able to,
do i really have the right
is it more of an obligation
can i just leave it, despite

my desire as well as yours
to experience it in totality
if robbed of whole experience  
can anyone's life be free

i've heard it said that living
is licking honey off a thorn
if the act is ended prematurely
would those left scorn, or mourn

in actuality probably each is true
life's a balance of sweet and sting
tears as well as cries of laughter
tell the voice to wail or sing

suicide, euthanasia, and homicide all
are judgment calls from our eyes
who's to say whether right or wrong
all lead to life's certain demise

from this side of my vision i 
only can say that for now, i feel
my life, like yours, is paramount
the pinnacle of what, for me is real

should i reach a fork later on
to reevaluate my current stance
i'll make a decision only then
regarding taking this life askance

life is both blessed and cursed
taking it as it comes is the way
i can only live it unrehearsed 
'til my storied end, then go away

© Goode Guy 2012-03-26

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Calling Out To Me

Somewhere there is a meadow
Where animals love to be
With flowers flowing in the wind 
Calling out to me

Somewhere near this meadow
Sits a cabin one can’t see
It waits there in peace and quiet
Calling out to me

Just beyond the meadow 
There is a row of trees
Shading all that hides within
Calling out to me

Somewhere near this meadow
Are birds and honey bees
Drifting on the summer breeze 
Calling out to me

Somewhere there is a meadow
That's where he will be
Somewhere beneath a mountain
Calling out to me

Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend

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Christmas Dreaming of you

The house seems so quiet when you're not around
I listen intently to each little sound
Maybe I'll hear you pulling up the drive
I stand at the window and wait for you to arrive.

The view out the windows appears rather gray
I sit myself down inside I shall stay
I close my eyes and then envision you
I'm here alone Christmas dreaming of you.

The candles light flickers dancing in the air
Vision of you simply appear from nowhere
In all of my traveling you are never that far
When you're not here I wonder how you are?

I wonder if you feel the same way I do
Sometimes it's tough with all that we've been through
I wish upon a star and then it seems to come true
Snowflakes drift down as I'm Christmas dreaming of you...

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Even in the quiestest moments

Even in the quietest moments I see the light of day.
Another shot to maybe find another way.
Soon to get lost in all the words I say
The day passes becoming yesterday.

Even in the quietest moments I hear the voices
Making me wonder if I have made the right choices
They subside and then it’s nothing that I hear
Did someone else grab the wheel to steer?

Even in the quietest moments the voices won’t stop
Did you really think that you would make it to the top?
Whispering things like through the breeze they flow
Grabbing hold of something, knowing you must let it go.

Even in the quietest moments I thought I knew what to do
I turn my back but my eyes still see you.
It’s funny how the more you learn the less you know
Hidden in the shadows the pain still shows.

Even in the quietest moments I am still able to see
Though the darkness surrounds I always have me.
Autumn arrives with haunting shadows from lifeless trees
In the quietest moments is the roar of what shall be.

Even in the quietest moments I still hear my heart
Telling me I must finish all the things I start.
The sun does set as I dream of some home
Somewhere I can be me and not be alone.

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premeditated thinking

the man sat outside a lit bar one night
feeling small, his worth steadily shrinking
knew he didn't, shouldn't want to, despite
a growing desire to lose himself drinking

the angst, on his face was easily read
as "just one quick one, then home" entered
instead of "I really need a meeting instead"
"to get back on track, get my life centered"

the wagon he was falling out of, an '86 Ford
clicked as the engine got colder before him
the old realities came back, and were ignored
he too, grew colder, outlook dark and grim

but grace can land between the parking lines
to reflect sober road with a truth unblinking
and show life's higher powers have higher designs
to save an alcoholic from premeditated thinking

© Goode Guy 2011-12-01

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Angels Here On Loan

There are angels here on earth
Who are only here on loan
This place is not where they are from
This world is not their own
They're sent to light the paths they walk
To embrace us when we're sad
To share in joyous times we have
To make bad things not so bad
They come in forms of mothers
They sometimes are our friends
They share in our beginnings
And soften bitter ends
These angels came to teach us
How to love our fellow man
To share the blessings that we're given
To be all that we can
While these angels walk with us
We'll never be alone
They'll always be within our hearts
Not contained by flesh or bone
And while we journey in this life
May it comfort us to know
Our angel is never far away
No matter where we go
Holly Miller

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The people who believe

I’d like to thank the people who support me.
They give me the courage to write of all I see.
I try to change perceptions, I know what is shall be.
Yet the change within my heart allows me to soar free.

Every little word is like a piece of a whole.
Opening my eyes, strengthening my soul.
It makes me feel humble yet I can smile.
The words create vision, I see for miles.

Sometimes life is happy while others it’s sad.
I sift through all the memories of times I had.
It seems to offer balance, in the middle I find hope.
It’s something you can’t clean off with a little soap.

So thank you on this Sunday I feel rather blessed.
Things are getting better than I could have guessed.
As we travel on this journey, seems like a common road.
In the end I find some peace inside the words I’m told.

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Rainy days

It seems on rainy days I usually fall apart
Sorrow returns and infects my heart
But today is quite different it all washed away
The sorrow and the pain went into the storm drain.

Instead I feel inspired I really don’t know why
I seem to wait patiently for the rain clouds to pass by
I know that the sun shall soon return to the sky
Minutes become hours as the time just flies.

I find some new things to hold it all together
They seem to work despite the bad weather
It all feels so strange I think it’s like a dream
So I close my eyes and let myself drift downstream.

When I get to the banks the sky begins to part
The words flow freely from inside my heart
It seems so much has changed without me even knowing
 While the peace of mind it creates keeps on growing.

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My Daily Prayer

My Daily Prayer

Words can break a gentle heart
or help to build a smile.
They can set a soul at ease
or put someone on trial.

I'm tired of the hateful words
filled with cruelty
please help me, Lord, remember
how they've effected me.

Remind me to weigh all the words
that I chance to use
for there is much importance
in all the words we choose.

Temper them, dear Lord, for me
with all my heart, I pray.
Fill them with love and kindness
every single day.

God, help me build a better world
with this gift you gave me.
Make me a good example of
the man you sent to save me.

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The Gift

Silently falls the crystalized mist, 
Sparkling wonders on this solstice eve, 
Backdrop for celestial candles, a sky, 
Of soundless depth, and velvet ease,

The soft glowing hearts of those who await, 
The welcome arrival of Peace to our sod, 
The promise that death will be given his fate, 
As our atmosphere cradles the infant Son; God.

Humbled, humanity in unison bows, 
To welcome redemption to the shore of her sphere, 
Shepherds worship with livestock and kingdoms of men, 
Angels breathlessly silent, their heart's song to hear.

Thorns laid for lambs, hold gently the Crown, 
That one day will hold the thorns meant for me, 
Torn linen covering the Lamb's flesh Divine, 
Heralds the veil torn, as He sets mankind free.


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I Only Want To Give You

I only want to give you
everything you have.
that if you're rich with money
then more would serve to salve.

and if you're poor; not privy
that money would mean more
Your soul would still need comfort
and I would keep from horror.

If you should be successful
A spirit flinging wild
To smile upon your vessel
would serve your inner child.

But if you be a failure
to waste in peoples eyes
I'd turn my head away
while you would learn to rise.

and if you seem the happy
I'd long for us to meet
For me just being lucky
is friends come out to greet.

But if you seem unhappy
You're spirit going dim
Then I will share discomfort
in words leading to him.

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the god particle concedes to a universal mass
as predictably, it announces its presence
taking the holy sacrament from under its glass
beliefs from before so consigned obsolescence

we now think we know - no...really, we do
how the universe came to exist, massively being
galaxies of stars, unseen dark matters, us too
giving God a reason to give our lives meaning 

photons and gluons of stuff are Peter's principals
bosons innumerable occupy the same quantum stated
the best minds wraparound said concept so quizzical
but not before a big bang began branches bifurcated

bosons like fermions those particles elementary
that come into existence and are gone in a blink
transcendental though we may think they seem to be
harder to transcend than at last we might think

what are we to learn of ourselves from this tidbit
of long sought actual theoretical enlightenment
can we care more for each other just a tiny bit?
and concede happily to life's common wonderment

let us learn with concern what CERN can discern
about all the quirks and quarks of this universe
give mankind a good reason to give out a good turn
and make our corner a bit better than the subverse

add Lederman, the goddamn particle's indefinite article
"so central to the state of physics today, yet so elusive" *
is like the first time you borrowed your Dad's vehicle
for a ride with your squeeze to amour more conducive

you wanted get down to the real heart of the matter
and experience the unknown pleasures of knowing
your delving into places and matters that matter
the whole experience just drives you to keep going

© Goode Guy 2012-07-05


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Natures Rain

When one closes ones eyes and listens to the rain
It takes you to places where the sane always reigns
To take you away from natures rains that fall
It's unjust and wrong and you lose it's en-thrall

It's a beautiful sight clouds engulfing blue skies
Of impending moisture arid grounds in surprise
So much depends on it's droplets of life
Turning the barren and relieving it's strife

Yes there are floods when natures tears swell
But we are the guilty in the places we dwell
When the rains fall we should open our arms
Without this phenomenon our life would be harmed

When you hear on the radio or watch weather reports
Respect what she delivers and show your support
There is a reason why her tears always fall
It appears to be humans, who are having a ball

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Left For Dead

They thought she was a loser
and they laughed at all her pain.
They chose to just ignore her
when she started to complain.

They took her so deep under
that she wondered if she'd live.
Then she heard a voice inside her
say she had so much to give.

They did just what they wanted.
They could hurt her everyday.
They could say she'll never make it
but she knew she'd break away.

They left her how they liked her
as she curled up in a ball.
Of course she couldn't stand up, 
she was so very small.

The one thing that they gave her
was her faith she had in prayer.
That's all she ever needed
to begin her life out there.

They didn't know the favor
they had done for her instead.
They made her a survivor
when they left her there for dead.

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I have miles to go

I’m driving down the road I have miles to go before I sleep
I was standing in still water when it seems it got too deep
The sun goes down as I am pulling in the drive
The daylight is fading, night has arrived.

The stars shine so bright they catch my eye
There are so many I give counting them a try
It seems to take forever as the time passes by
The vastness of the sky so much larger than I.

The moon begins to rise as calm begins to grow
It seems the sky at night is putting on a show
I wonder where I fit and if anybody knows
All of a sudden a cool night breeze blows.

As I sit down to write my heart feels content
I look at the time and wonder where the day went
I receive some replies to intentions I sent
I smile when people understand what I meant.

I still have miles to go but they will be there tomorrow
The joy inside my heart overwhelms all the sorrow
I lay my head down and close my eyes
It’s funny how every day time just flies?

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O Lord, I know in my heart,
that I can be truly transformed
from impure and tainted thinking,
when my spirit is daily reborn.

Cleanse my mind, my thoughts
and raise my eyes unto Thee;
alter my vision regarding…
everything that I may see.

Renew in me a fresh heart;
modify my ungodly behavior;
keep me solely focused on the…
permanent work of my Savior!

Spark my being with the Divine;
rekindle my love of Your Word;
rejuvenate the image of my dream;
don’t let my purpose be deterred!

I believe Your holy promises,
for with You, all things can be done!
Complete in me a real transformation,
for I know… it has already begun.
Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Rom 12:2; Eph 4:17-24

Learn more about me and my poetry at:

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.

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Don't make mountains out of mole hills,
And strife and trouble seek.
Don't look for hidden meanings,
In the words that people speak.

Don't sit among the ashes,
Of bygone scenes of stife,
Stirring coals of anger,
To bring them back to life.

You don't have to look for trouble,
It finds you in time.
Seek instead to be content,
Your character refine.

Let the past stay buried,
Unless there be some boon,
T'will make your burden lighter,
And heal an open wound.

                                                                                              James 5:9

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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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Rhythmical gestures and steps
make for a happy dancing in present days...
either to worship God if the purpose is sacred,
or to worship Satan, if the purpose is wicked..

A genuine, artful and heartfelt dance
is devotion to our true God, who blesses
all dancers performing before His shining throne;
even a danseur or danseuse can never feel alone.

When the absence of light invites darkness to rove,
don't be and be dazzled from above;
God's chosen people became impatient and rough,
and started dancing before the golden, glimmering calf. 

Invite all believers to your dance,
young and old, poor and rich: forget no one in your search;
everyone must share in the glory which enlightens each,
count me in...I'll lift my praying hands!  

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The fire within

                 The fire within

I sit down and watch the candles’ fire
It seems I’m at odds with my needs and desires.
The flame burns true and grows much higher
It seems relentless and never shall tire.

A breeze blows and the flame does flicker
A fog rolls in and starts to get thicker.
Still there is light and I’m able to see
The flame is like desire burning in me.

The candle grows shorter the flame goes low
I see so much yet, so much I don’t know.
Once again the breeze starts to blow
It seems that the end is starting to show.

My mind starts to wander as the flame does dance
Never the same as I take a second glance.
I see so much in life is left to just chance
I drift to a dream as the flame puts me in a trance.

I see the flame much like the fire inside my soul
As the flame rises I begin to feel whole.
I reach the next bridge and pay the toll
I cross the bridge because there’s nowhere to go.

I reach the other side and the rise of the sun
Casts illumination on who I have become
The fire may grow low but never goes out
While the flames chase away the shadows of doubt.

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took a walk

i took a walk outside
see what i could see
wonder in my eyes
..people watching me..

day was dark and cold
autumn in the air
searchin' for religion
..children stop and stare..

a king without a country
a joker in the pack
an ace inside my pocket
..diamond in the back..

a loner on the street
lost-among the found
i'm on a distant corner
..only one around..

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Mind's Insecurity

Mind’s Insecurity

Why is it hard to hear your own words?
speaking truth but refusing to hear…
fine showing, hard swallowing
leave bitter tastes, easier to say
conflict inside.
Knowing there is no opposite
one real the other fake.
Yet the mind hurts the heart
with accusations or clues
even if it’s not true.
What do you do?
act like there isn’t pain
while attempting to be the same.
Silence surrounds speaking volumes
difference in intimacy become problems
left out for part of a plan
telling your mind to understand.
How do you recover from distance?
that your mind created
we know how misled that can be
flighty, focused on the worse
surviving all is its only course.
Upsetting solved issues
making it hard to get through
stupid when brought to light
already advising what is right.
One extreme to the next
bad habits hard to forget
practice what’s said
follow the heart
release the mind’s insecurity instead.


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The River Flow

Sitting at the table
Pensive, her pen in her mouth
Her mind searching a fable
To express her thoughts.

Scattered around her world
Sometimes so fruitful and bright
And sometimes so barren
The thinning waters going dry.

Her river runs to the edge
Pouring out like a cascade
Over a sharp, rocky ledge
Speeding down a mountain's facade.

Excited to reach out far
Watering others' worlds
With her sanctified nectar
Quenching parched berths.

Yet at times the river recedes
And the cascade is no more
No moisture fills the air sweet
Just a silent prayer that implores.

Wishing to quieten the voices
Objecting to her taking a rest
Hiding away from the forces
That eat at her raspy chest.

And then the Master enters
The scene and intervenes
In His own special manner
And the rains fall over her spleen.

Sitting, thoughtful, at her table
Her mind receives moisture
Puts her pen upon the paper
And writes of a new adventure.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 03.22.10

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The Dusk of Life

The Dusk of Life

Dusk is the time of life that darkness comes in minds to play.
Memories of yesteryear start knocking at heart’s door. 
Faith once challenged by youthful ways torments those who stray.
Hope recalls truths, childlike faith God loves forevermore.

The days of thickets and briers in life once seized its path.
And fantasies of perfect love failed to come to pass.
At times when evil contemplations eased boiling wrath,
Seething minds forgot Holy God and rolled downhill fast.

Evil tiptoed into souls that had lived righteously.
Sinful whirlwinds ripped their way and took life on a spin.
Victims too soon disengaged, lived sorrows frantically.
Souls roamed through the ills of life wearing a bitter grin. 

Then all around, the eyes could see wickedness relay.
Winding trails off righteous paths disguised as true love born.
The sinking sands pulled faithful hands through unholy days.
Tortured faithlessness grew; scorn was relentlessly worn.

Come now, dusk for it is time to recollect, repent.
Memories of yesteryear know errors of those days.
Light beyond forgotten roads reflects words by God sent.
Faith once challenged by one's youth at last derides the stray.

Sorrows for the errant ways are placed before the Lord. 
The Son of God sends down his love, now and evermore.
Perfections sought and choices changed thrive by Christ adored.
Forgiveness granted by the Lord brings man joy once more.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    December 24, 2009

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The Antique's Value

A dealer of sorts, in the finest antiques,
Sir Reginald of York, was his name.
By chance, he encountered a sale on one day
that brought him closer to fame.
For upon a table, all tarnished and worn,
laid there, but everyone passed by,
It was something of value, or so he thought,
as he saw it from the corner of his eye.
He ventured to ask the tradesman its worth
and he just stated, “two quid.”
Reginald, the bargaining man that he was
knew it was more, yes, he did.
He paid off the tradesman and went on his way,
eager to examine his find.
The entire ride back to his home on that day
was with riches that flowed through his mind.
So, there Reginald sat cleaning this find
now able to read an inscription,
“All those that will use this to attain power and gold
will be dealt an evil infliction”.
A curse, so he thought, was a lot of baloo
and he wasn’t worried this day.
He just went on cleaning and determining worth
that anyone would be likely to pay.
Upon then, completion, it turned out a grail
that he had found on that table.
He, with dollar signs still in his eyes
completely forgot of the label.
So, out went the cup, placed in plain view
with a price tag, too high, to say.
Though, he proudly stood, awaiting the time
that someone would come by to pay.
He waited and waited and waited again, still,
for twenty five years and a day.
Upon breathing his last breath on that very last day
he knew, his life, for the cup, he did pay.
Reflecting too fast, on that fateful day
when finding the cup upon the table,
he realized just then, that the price he’d pay
was written on that very label.

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The Lake of the Regal

On a gentle flowing lake
Beneath the skies of spring
The waters of the lake are graced
By a bird so awe inspiring

Feathers of virgin white
Their plumage in regal show
So majestic in their stance
Upon the waters glow

This bird so proud and beautiful
So elegant in their display
Treasured royalty of nature
The swans on the lake that day

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Sometimes life is rather dreary.
I can't quite seem to see things clearly.
I feel somehow that something's lost;
Though I'm not sure just quite what it was.

My life of late seems just a chore.
I'm lonely, depressed and just plain bored;
And then I think how good God is,
To give this little test, or quiz;

For when these times converge on me,
That's when my eyes can truly see,
The pain my sister maybe suffers,
And better understand and love her.

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I Pray

I pray before the candles in the night
Inspired to take a chance upon the lam
Upon my golden cup the pentagram
Tapped by a hazel wand times three

My sturdy hand grasps the sharp silver blade
Burning incense splash the sacred alter
As silken purple robes flow away free
As a full sail upon the gusting sea

Song birds alight upon the fortune wheel
And Lovers await teeming chariots
And hierophants question the religion
Of the bright crescent moon upon the sky

The wind rattles the wooden Wicca men
They hang in the Douglas trees about me
I kneel and pray to the Goddess and God
The Witch’s bell rings and the candles doused

On the lamb’s skin I stand and meditate
The bamboo flutes tenderly die away
I turn and part the hanging beads to go
Another day the points five within me

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

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No one can see the steadfast force
guiding me toward infinite peace,
an untroubled and limpid sea...
with glittering, foaming waves!

Some call it faith, I call it strength;
and somehow leads me to believe in destiny...
that the spirit cannot be broken easily
when the foundation is built on courage!

I strum my guitar and sing Alleluia, and as 
I carefully walk...I can't ever stumble
on a smooth road, where evil is not present...  
to give a sign of premonition to an ever-faithful!

I go past the pear' orchards in a remote farm,
and the pheasants sit in the golden branches;
the fruits look so succulent inviting me to taste them,
others have wished to savor such a sweetness!

A surge of sublime joy swells inside like that of songs,
and gracefully I sing them by allowing sustenance...
the steadfast force guiding me to enjoy the supreme moments
as if sighting a supernova, which will not lose its brilliance!

An oath of obedience I have made to God,
and being humble, I will honor Him repeatedly...
in all kinds of prayers and proclaim Him Lord
whose hand is the steadfast force guiding me!

Cpoyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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It doesn't matter

It does matter what you do as long as you tried
If you don’t realize dreams something inside dies
No one will notice all the tears that were cried
Capture the moment for the time just flies.

It doesn’t matter what you say long as you are true
 The sun shall return and the sky will be blue
It not up to anyone else it’s only up to you 
The words shall determine what you will do.

It doesn’t matter what you hear just that you heard
So many meanings are locked inside a word
It’s easy to be complacent and then get bored
You sink into despair when you should have soared.

It doesn’t matter what you see as long as you look
It’s something that you can’t find inside of a book
I should have given but instead I took
All I believed I must have mistook.

It doesn’t matter because the end always comes
It shall be just the same you will never outrun
You can stand in the shadows or bask in the sun
You can pull it together before it all comes undone.

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My time is all I have -
to celebrate each day,
the hours I choose,
to spend them my way...

My time is all I have -
to give the world something new,
the hopes and dreams of all of us,
everyone, not just a chosen few...

My time is all I have -
to share a kind word
with everyone I meet,
pleasantries are all that's heard...

My time is all I have -
to make a smile appear
on the face of a small child,
who then grins ear to ear...

My time is all I have -
to help a lost soul rebuild,
to see the wonderful result
of the newness that's revealed...

My time is all I have -
to love someone fully,
my actions are louder than words,
to never treat anyone cruelly...

My time is all I have -
to live in God's way,
to understand the fullness of life,
and thank Him when I pray.

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Our wonderful planet, for millions of years,
was never this inspiring and beautiful...
until God with His skilful, perfect hands
beautified it for the first human couple.

I dispise the whipping wind, somewhat michevious and insolent,
brushing my short and dry hair as if it wanted to rapture me,
when I stand on the top of a majestic mount as the Tibet...
haven't monks lived there for centuries and endured it like me?

Volcanos can be dangerous, but also make the soil fertile when they spout flames;
making lava flow downhill towards the turpid sea, and I could retrace history...
to experience the horror that all Pompeians felt when hot ashes fell on their city,
and without a way of escape, they asphyxiated and died in unimaginable ways.       

How can we survive without water? Aren't waterfalls, springs and rivers 
the source of our existence? Imagine this Earth resembling the Moon, where no life exists...
a desolate landscape made of craters and vallies so barren and arid.  
We discovered it, but then we realized it was extremely unlivable, so we never returned.

I have amply explained the elements for our survival and co-esistence with Nature itself;
it's very important to be aware of them, although they can be as unpredictable as death.    

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I choose Sunday as my leisure day,
and very glad to have accomplished much in forty hours:
I look at the Heavens and pray...
to delight in this blessed day among other ordinary days.    

If we all set apart a day to worship Him,
more blessings would be showered on us...
think of all his wonderfully kept promises
that inspired David to write Psalms for Him! 

I've seen sickness, desperation, unhappiness and poverty 
flourish in wretched souls that have given up on faith,
why have they chosen to live hopelessly and allow misery?
Have they ever sought God instead of indulging in mirth?     

Many of us may not be spiritual persons, or the ones with diseases,
but putting one day aside for reflection can mend our ways...
forget how to get rich and dream of sailing the high seas,
choose a special day among other ordinary days!

Entered in Frank Herrera's contest,
" One Stand Out Day "
written by Andrew Crisci

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Friends are worthier than gold,
remembering their kindness as days unfold;
let's embrace and wish goodnight,
soon daylight will vanish from our sight. 

Nothing I will forget...from the kindest smiles
to those comforting hugs when I had no hope,
considering myself lucky to be able to cope;
what's more priceless than the soundest advice?   

Friends are worthier than gold,
or gifts given on special occasions...
and they can't compare to any encouraging word,
to instantly lift the unbearable weight of our sorrows.  

Everything I will remember and although I will die,
their love and generous deeds I'll immortalize in these lines;
read them aloud and realize how they make me smile
and appreciate their worthiness when their lovely image shines.

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At night when all has settled down,
And things are peaceful, still,
We walk the coolness of the night,
And listen to the trill,

Of night birds as they glide o'erhead,
Or rustle in the leaves,
Hiding in the bushes,
By water's edge and trees.

Their music sweet amid the hush,
And quiet of the dark,
And I am blessed to hear it,
As it's sweetness leaves it's mark,

Upon my heart and in my soul,
As quietly I listen,
Beneath the moon and stars above,
As overhead they glisten.

As I watch them there I see,
Bright patterns in the sky,
Sparkling like diamonds,
In the darkness of the sky.

Such beauty God has wrought to ease,
The darkness with their light,
And I have come to know them,
As the jewels of the night.

                               Judy Ball

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Sitting on the Beach

Sitting on the beach
I close my weary eyes
To hear the rushing waves
When they land its their goodbye

Sitting on the beach
Sounds of nature all around
Children playing in the sands
Their happiness abounds

Sitting on the beach
Soft breezes grace my face
The reeds reply with whistles
Whilst the gulls glide their space

Sitting on the beach
Enjoying the sun rays on my face
There is no better place to be
For sure this is the place

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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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The warm spring rain still falls on the cherry trees,
pelting on the sodden and drooping *lavender lilies...
forming a small lake, where playful robins
bathe and fend off the thrusting, thirsty shrikes.

Soon children will come out and act dippy...
chased by wild puppies and mousy kitties
fighting over their stuffed, torn bears;
oh, there goes my peace and *tranquility!  

The *fragrant lilacs are in dire need of growth and color,
lately they haven't soaked up enough sun and raindrops:
tingeing them, allowing them to revel in their *splendor;
never denying lovers the *dulcet tones of their voices.

The tranquil skies conjure up a past *bliss,
can a poet's unrhymed words, emitted in a *whisper, go on *lilting?
He will delightfully inhale the strong perfume of the breeze *wafting!
And will he create verses with *eloquence?

Entered in Andrea Dietrich's contest,
Word Warrior Challenge: Beautiful Words

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Poem: Called to Worship V

It’s a fresh morning of new mercies;
raise your hands in a moment of praise!
Do you recall that you’re in covenant
and covered with the blessings of today?

Spend some quiet and quality time with God;
speak genuinely and offer earnest prayers.
Lift up your concerns and needs of others;
demonstrate faith… by words you declare!

Celebrate the faithful witness of Christ;
open your spirit; pour out your soul to Him.
Find strength as you rejoice in victory;
sing unto Him now with songs and hymns.

Embrace your anointing for life’s ministries.
God grants our petitions with earthly peace.
Renew your mind with the cleansing of His Word
and implement His promise of divine release.

Faith is about proper relationship with God
and not the memorization of spiritual quips;
build real communities with actions of love;
remember that we’re still… called to worship!
-Joe Breunig,
Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Lam 3:22-26; 1 Pet 5b-11; 2 Pet 1:3-11

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.

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The Hut

A soft blowing breeze lifted her sun bleached hair
The sea crashes on the jagged rocks below her perch
Her eyes, the gray shade of a distant floating cloud
She turns on bare feet and cautiously moves away

A seagull sails in the updraft at the cliff’s edge
The small trail snakes upward to a winter meadow
Her mind wanders as she knowingly climbs the path
She pictures the smiling eyes of the Moon Goddess

A rebirth of the God will come with winter winds
The snowy grass baths her feet as she tops the cliff
Her hands brush high weeds as she returns to the hut
She enters by sliding behind a thick tanned hide

A fire burns within the comfortable warm home
The flames lick a clay caldron simmering sweet scents
Her hand lifting a burning stick at fire’s edge
She moves toward the small altar with lighted wand

A shell of ground incense and two candles are lighted
The cup of spring water and fresh herbs are offered
Her soft knees bend as she kneels before the altar
She calls the Goddess and God to her safe circle

Oh, Goddess and God
Please open my eyes
To the secret magic
Of Nature

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

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A flinch might slow me down
to meeting those I'm after.
Perhaps a famous poet
a wordsmith and a crafter.

Maybe meet an artist
who's harvested a smile,
Or even meet the woman
who sat through it in style.

I'd search for smarter apples
who preach of gravity.
Or maybe meet the one
to plant the apple tree.

There'd maybe be a man
I'd answer on his phone,
or cast as shadowed light
with one that is well known.

Perhaps I'd meet the smartest
Here and there in space,
one relative in time:
one, we'll not soon replace.

In time I'll learn about them
by listening to what they say.
But if you know their secret
they'll send me on my way.

The moral of the story
that spans the length of time
is try to be yourself
and careful not to mime.

A flinch might slow me down
to meeting those I'm after
but forgetting my own self
could lead to the hereafter.

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It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies
come out before the appearance of stars;
how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves
in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams!

Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude
with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence;
calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside...
do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe? 

Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling,
reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking, 
bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon...
hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon!

Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise,
detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating;
release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories...
thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating!

On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys...
the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds,
but  they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes...
they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens!   

Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful;
see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible!
A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching;
the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating! 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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I touch the sky


Thoughts float through my head like clouds
They block the sun, the rays they shroud.
I drift to a place where dreams come true
Only to realize that they are what you do.

My life seems like this paper cup
I look for things to fill it up.
But in the bottom there is a hole
I put things in and watch them go.

My words become a river that flows
It starts to rain and the level grows.
I stumble over the rocks and sand
Before too long, at the sea I am.

My hope is like the tallest tree
I reach the top and I can see.
That down below the world is small
I just hold on so I won’t fall.

I watch the sunset the day goes by
With my hope I touch the sky.
The light grows dim as it gets dark
The stars spark something in my heart.

Dreams arrive but not too soon
I stand out in the winter moon.
The wind picks up it gets cold.
The cold reaches in and grabs my soul.

I lay my head down to go to sleep
My eyes won’t close, I count some sheep.
Silence comes as my mind does rest. 
I think I gave this day my best…

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Temple and Time (5)

Once, the centuries ago,
Far away in distant lands
Where winds for all time blow,
Temple stood in swirling sands.

Rites of magick mighty sages
Carried out in its halls,
Turning ancient parchment pages
Inside temple stone walls.

Daemons served the wizards there,
Greater spirits of the past.
They could tell to all who care
Things, for ages gone and passed.

Once high risen in the air,
Now deep in sea asleep,
Shades of abyss only dare
Through the halls of temple creep.

Neither wisdom priests did know,
Nor the many spells and charms
Could save temple from the glow
Of the fate’s destroying arms.

Wizards did become too proud
With a power they had –
They at last away threw shroud
Hiding things that can drive mad…

Once worshipped and then forgotten,
Is not that a course of things?
Flourished was what’s now rotten,
All abandoned – realms and kings.

Likewise temples, no matter
How great or how high,
Even those gods can’t shatter,
All are going to die.

Time is only lord that master
Every single thing on earth;
Sometimes slow, sometimes faster
It does kill – to give new birth.

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My God knows the way I am,
He knows my every thought.
He knows the things I've said and done,
And seen the dreams I've sought.

He knows my heart for what it is,
Knows each and every mood,
Depending not on what He's heard,
From those who think me crude;

For Man looks on the outer crust,
And sees not what's inside.
He hears but words that oft times twist,
And turn the truth to lies;

But God looks on the heart of Man,
And judges that instead,
Not foolish thoughts or actions,
Words that twist inside the head.

So do not judge your neighbor, Friend,
You don't know what's inside.
You only know the words you've heard,
That play tricks with your mind.

If you truly love your friend,
The way you love yourself,
You'll make the same excuse for him,
That you make for yourself.

                                                 1Samuel 16:7
                                           Proverbs 26:20

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This is a mixed up world
and im a mixed up girl
wait im a man
its just that everything's unfurled

and yet quite all together
true beauty under any weather
at times scary
but vastly beyond measure

if everything was flawless
it would seem lawless
for imperfection
gives individual solace

and its quite perfect
from every prefect
toss up the pieces
watch how they reset

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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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Thank you for my sentience
and giving me time to use it
thanks too, for some ebullience
and wisdom given to choose it

Thank you for lovely scents
wafting toward my memories
giving some sweet recompense
building up life's treasuries

Thanks too for social networks
that don't have any electrons
looking you face-to-face upon
unmirrored smiling reflection

Thank you baby for gurgled smile
thanks too for childish messes
thanks for making life versatile
playing with all of its blessings

Thanks for those tears of sorrow
that have balanced my emotions
and for friends straight as arrows
who laugh at my crazy notions

Thank you for the angst I feel
thank you for the rippled water
for what my contemplations reveal
thinking deeper, because I ought to

Thanks for occasional epiphanies
broadening my view of meaningful
sensed free will, to give me please
and times with you, spent peacefully 

Thanks for all the minutia of days
thanks for life's resilient mixture
thanks for graciously given praise
that helps reveal a bigger picture

© Goode Guy 2012-12-07

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Love in Song

In acoustic strum
A new song is being written
With my girl on my knee
I'm inspired and smitten

Her sweet harmonies
As she delights my ear
Her voice like an angel
So warm and sincere

We chorus together
Our styles blend
As our sounds resonate
In echoed send

In acoustic strum
Our verses completed
Singing hearts so in song
On my knee she's still seated

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Its been a while since I spoke to you,
I'm sorry its been so long.
But I've had a lot of trouble lately,
so many things went wrong.
I started to come and talk to you, 
just the other day, 
but a strange thing happened to me,
as I began to pray.
I needed some money, needed it fast,
I had some pressing bills.
I was just about to plead to you,
when my neighbor rang the bell.
He said he needed a fence torn down,
and a new one put in its place.
He said that he would pay me good,
so his offer I embraced.
And I remember another time,
not so very long ago,
I was just about to come to you,
our groceries were getting low.
But someone came while we were out,
and left some food and such.
I don't know just who they were,
but I'm glad they thought of us.
It just seems that every time
I need some help from you,
something always happens
and somehow it gets me through.
But its nice to know your up there,
should I ever need your help.
And I'll be sure to come to you,
when I can't manage for myself.

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To Wit

I'm inspired by the strangest things,
I feel I must admit;
But ideas are only half the war--
The rest is using wit.

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Christmas is in the air

Christmas is coming people are rushing around.
With joy in their heart the love shall resound.
It’s been many years since I’ve felt this way.
It has been much too long I have to say.

In this season spirits seem to uplift.
This is but one of many Christmas gifts.
If you need to find only one place to start,
Let compassion flow freely from your heart.

One simple thing and the world shall change.
The love in your heart you should never estrange.
An act of kindness to someone that’s in need,
Will grow and blossom if you plant the seed.

Maybe the fighting can stop and we will understand,
The world becomes better when we are the best we can.
Nothing could be better than peace in our time,
It starts with and act and then infects one’s mind.

Christmas is a time of peace and good will.
The miracle is before us it can happen still.
Think compassion it will spread to your heart.
The world will join together instead of falling apart.

Something is growing I can feel it right now.
If we begin to care we shall make it somehow.
It starts with you and you need just to care,
Peace to you all, Christmas is in the air.

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In the desert sand nothing flowers except ideas 
Yet in carpets of flowers it is suddenly blessed:
In the steps of  Jesus,  Mohammed and Moses
Towards Jerusalem never at peace never at rest.

Suffering long from  Babylon and  the Roman pogrom,
And from the  barbed wire of Auschwitz,   comes
A people with heads bowed in centuries of serfdom,
A people with eyes raised towards Jerusalem’s domes.

A young girl’s voice leads the song in a minor key
Always  in tension.  Always incomplete the melody.
To a single goal, the city of God, is the long journey:
Tomorrow Jerusalem,  but  will we yet see?

Moses was forbidden to enter the promised land;
Mohammed had to flee from there; Jesus went there to die.
It is always tomorrow in Jerusalem, never today.  In the sand
An impossible dream,  impossible idea of perfection may lie.

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Although not in any way based on the lyrics of the song, 
this poem was entirely inspired by the song  “Yerushalayim 
Shel Zahav”, an Israeli folk song  composed in 1967, a most 
beautiful sound experience.

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In Shade I Sit

I sit in shade upon my porch
to gaze at men who travel by.
Before my house, they set a course,
humanity in every size.

As some men walk ill to their core
with their souls glued to this road,
they search with lighten load as for
a tripping rock or shallow hole.

I think such men seldom stumble.
They crawl before they trip and fall.
Pious to fault yet not humble;
not to acknowledge me at all.

Yet other men a faster pace
with heads that rise at running stride;
wth open eyes pride face, they race
a fixed cold mind on their prize.

They never turn their heads to see
beauty growing beside this road
bestowing malice eagerly
they never slow or say hello.

Less men walk at an honest rate
with raven eye to see my shade
to par a grade with time to wait
to smile at me or stop and wave.

So few men care to take a turn
to cross my gate, stride up my walk
to find my shade and show concern
to sit and talk and share a thought.

With seldom blessed brother's touch
in which I find rare pleasures great
I share their fate and loving clutch
with treasure of unmeasured state.

I find in you an honest wit
and thankful for your company.
Upon my porch in shade I sit
I watch His world unfold for me.

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Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep
on this grass softer than hay;
all the aches make my brittle bones weak,
they need rest, not asking my body to wander away... 

And if I fall asleep, I would like every star, spotting me.
to keep watch;  and should the owls, hiding amid the shadows
of the hickories, emit very scary and strange sounds
and fix their vicious eyes on me, angels will guard me...

No harm will come to me from those treacherous evil spirits,
and by just invoking His Holy Name, it will prevent any attack on me;
and my light can be seen from far, this light which strengthens me:
and while praying alone, I will hear the fluttering of cherubs' wings...

Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep,
and without the lovebirds' song, something must
replace that harmony when a sudden rush of fear:
slowly and uninvitingly seeps into my throbbing chest...

And would I let any noise spoil this peace,
to allow distrust lessen my courage and let hope cease?
I am endowed with  the faith of the martyrs that evil men are afraid of hearing;
come Satan, try to deceive me:  the Holy Spirit will abide with me 'till my awakening...

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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For all of my fans

I sit down to write yet feel quite humble.
I falter sometimes and then I just stumble.
The people around me seem to lift me back up.
 As we join together to drink from life’s cup.

I think of the words but they are more than that.
They become the story that tells where I am at.
They all join together to tell the journey of life,
 Sometimes very joyful, while others in strife.

The support that I get helps me to move on,
It seems to replace some pieces that are gone.
Kindness envelopes and with it comes peace,
I view my life before me like I have a new lease.

I’m not really sure if everyone knows they are part,
They all have this special place inside of my heart.
Though some times are rough I always get through.
I send out all my thanks to all of you…

I don’t know what is next, I just continue to try,
It beats the alternative when part of you dies.
I seem to gain the strength to win the fight,
I try to resist yet it takes all of my might.

I am so grateful for what I do get.
I look to the future but I’m not there yet.
With the suggestions and help from my friends,
I find myself inside of the messages it sends.

I know a few things yet I thirst for more.
What lies before me I’m not really sure.
 Know with all this help I can’t go wrong,
So let’s join together, sing this victory song.

What is before us can’t break us inside,
Long as we have each other to confide.
I’m thankful for all that you bring out in me
I open my eyes yet it is you that I see.

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Around the next bend

I pick myself up and start once again,
I seem to find comfort in words from a friend.
Sometimes I feel like this all may just end,
There is always something around the next bend.

The clock on the wall reminds me time is real.
There just isn’t enough, that’s how I feel.
My eyes opened up and that’s a pretty big deal.
I may beg and borrow but I never shall steal.

I walk through the door, I wanted something more.
What this encompasses I’m really not sure.
When I’m alone and don’t think I can endure,
I know what’s in my heart, of this I am sure.

I look up to the sky, it is clear and so blue.
I take the next step but don’t know what to do.
I know I’m a dreamer yet I know what is true.
That the course that you take is all up to you.

I think to myself I may be coming around,
I feel so much, but I don’t know where I’m bound.
Suddenly from nowhere I just hear a sound,
My head’s in the clouds but my feet hit the ground.

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"Being In The World"

A being in this world's ruse
Very much like driving your car
Driving manually or control cruise 
Your driving will be either or

From your own heart of Agape
Or from your carnal mind so sloppy
While Agape is your perfect copy(Third line 5th rhyme)
Ego mind is not true Agape

Agape is the perfect copy
While derivative mind is sloppy
A feeble attempt at Agape
Sloppy Agape, not true copy(fourth line 6th rhyme)

Slow down your strife Stop! Look around
Being of ego mind is a clown
Open those peepers, naturally round
For ego mind lies surely abound

Our nations lie in moral decay
`Tis your babies that will have to pay
As long as ego mind has it’s say
Mind is the death tree, not Agape

For the seeds that mind doth now sow
From the mind you should very well know
`Tis death seeds that your babies must hoe
For is death of mind from hence you sow

Some say this be bible thumping
But is God’s Agape a pumping 
Please Sacred Hearts keep on a _pumping
While minds a _grumping, life is _slumping(forth line 5th rhyme)

Even death’s reign not without life’s support
The Agape ball is in man’s face
Cut off your nose to spite your own court
Still was God created human race



a·ga·pe [aa g? pay]

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In an instant  when meet our gazes                                               
I feel that life is new begun. 
Friend  time  my burden  raises,
Weighless  as  a  ray of sun.

A  fresh new world to create :
Plans evolve now  in a moment.
A good idea will procreate
More  ideas  from my river pent.

Her sparkle, her light,   her shine -
Clear silver cloudless  sign.

Tabula rasa now,  the past remote -
It is a cosmic moment found.
Clock tick has ceased to gloat
At speed of light when time slows down

That gaze infuses new  sun,
New cosmos into my form earth-drawn.
Like a weak candle snuffed and gone,
Darkness ends, begins the   dawn.

The flash of her gaze  renews  me,  quidam -
Like a fingertip touch from God to Adam

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                                                A WORD TO THE WISE

I've said it before and I'll say it again,
To thine own self be true;
For the ways of the world are unkind my friend,
But that you will know is not new.

It doesn't pay to feign and pretend,
And try to be something you're not;
And if you do you'll find in the end,
Sadness is all that you've got.

Do unto others as you would have them,
Do unto you in return.
This way you'll find you've many a friend,
For pay back is often well earned.

Mind your own business, be frugal and kind,
And see that you mind what you say;
For others are watching of cruel, vicious mind,
Who turn truth to lies just for play.

Listen to me and heed my words well,
If you wish to live well and prosper.
Live by The Word and you won't go to Hell,
When for judgement you stand 'fore The Father.

                                                                      Judy Ball

                                                                                                     Proverbs 24:28-29

                       Provers 3:1-2

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command six

kill the Catholic, kill the Jew
kill them all, draw sword 'n' slay 'em
kill the Muslim, the Buddhist too
spill their blood, creating mayhem

kill the Taoist, kill the Zen
kill the agnostic, kill the skeptic
kill all religious, come back again
wash away everyone seen as septic

kill the women, kill all the men
that other tribe, who you eschew
everyone who might be your brethren
take weapon in hand and kill them too

kill that other race of beings
kill the innocent, kill too, the guilty
kill anyone with peaceful leanings
kill wholly with unspeakable cruelty

kill all hope of ever finding peace
kill yourself for your own release
kill believing you'll justify
all these hates that in you lie

© Goode Guy 2011-06-04

the only good ___ is a dead ___ ...know it's sarcasm, ok

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I am able to fly

As I soar to new heights my feet touch the ground,
I dream of the sky yet it’s to earth I am bound’
I feel like some pieces of the puzzle have been found,
I’m glad to see you here and you still are around.

I venture into the world yet they can’t see me,
All of the potential I have and what I shall be.
I open up my heart and then I feel free,
With love I can see all I can be.

People just smile yet they don’t understand.
I can’t find the words to tell who I am.
The word flow freely as I make a stand,
I feel like I come from some far away land.

The time is before me as I see what I want.
My needs no longer have a reason to haunt.
I know what I do but can guess at the rest.
I still have some time to clean up the mess.

Everything joins together as I start to believe.
This is my place so there’s no need to leave.
I wish that the answers were clearer to me,
With hope in my heart I guess I shall see.

I see this transition from darkness to light,
I dance in the moon light and soak up the night.
I have so much hope it is as big as the sky,
I just spread my wings and I’m able to fly.

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Skies of Blue

If today is but a minute long,
and tomorrow is on a distant shore,
will I be thankful for the time I had,
or will I be praying for a little more?...

If my time has come to pass,
will I regret the loss of years?
Will all the things I never did
bring me to a river of tears?...

My only regret can be of us,
of our time gone, now that I'm through;
I'm so sorry for the loss of time,
but I'll see you again in the skies of blue...

Until that time does arrive,
I'll be waiting here for you;
I want to hold you forever,
in these skies so very blue.

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The Mirror

What did my eerily observant mirror so boldly reveal 
to me this morning as I so cautiously gazed into its soul?

It quipped "Hey lummox,might as well limp back to bed, 
the eyes of the world will mistake you for an over-sized troll."

Many times it speaks this extremely critical 
evaluation of me.So often, in fact, I can no longer ignore.

I have been rather proficient at turning a deaf ear
to its snide, painful remarks, but now it's cutting me to the core.

It willingly continues " You better stop 
trying to appease the god of the gut.

Forget about bacon and eggs,
cookies and cakes, candies and nuts.

And yes, include on the list, donuts and pastries,
ice cream and chocolate, even Fritos and chips.

Crisco would be jealous of you, you tub o' lard. You've surrendered
to the demon of gluttony for so long now, I mean, c'mon, get a grip.

And let's be real here, this farce of an exercise 
routine you endear yourself to is all mirrors and smoke.

How many calories do you think you burn off
simply looking, be it so desperately, for your precious remote?

You might even want to drag your behemoth butt  off
the  couch while watchin' the tube and do some crunches.

Instead of waiting till the commercial break to
 waddle out to the kitchen to refill your beloved munchies.

Let's see, there's tennis, running, swimming, 
biking, even just walking..... exercise programs galore.

But nooooo, for you that means change doesn't it?
It's not worth it even though you barely fit through the door."

But as there are two sides to every story, so too is
there another mirror even more significant than the first.

It happens to be God's "love letter" that reflects honestly and with
prevailing irony.It captivates us with mention of real hunger and thirst.

It also talks of changes we need to make 
if we don't want life to "take it's toll".

Not so much on our fleeting flesh
as on our eternal soul.

These words, like a soothing salve, are 
universal.Oh yes, they are ours for the taking.

And they can buoy us and comfort us on those 
many days when that "other mirror" we feel like breaking.

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The Power Of The Positive

The joy that other people possess
Is well within your reach
We're all made up of similar stuff
I'm sure you've heard this speech

Well my friends, in my experience
It's a true and a provable fact
The more you look on the bright side
The more positive, people react

They observe your sunny outlook
Wish they could feel that way too
It doesn't take much effort
Positive thinking rubs off on you

Picture all that's right with the world
Of the things that you possess
Don't concentrate on the negatives
That will only cause you stress

Happiness is quite an infectious thing
Belt out one of those good time songs
Sooner or later believe me, folks
People will start singing along

It's the power of positive thinking
Happy always wins in the end
It's a human thing, we're born to laugh
So chuckle yourself silly, my friend

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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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Though I strive for real Word quality,
some people still get upset with me,
regarding spiritual constructs I write,
having been offended by Truths I see.

Within the depths of my Christian poetry,
I share faith’s expression and creativity,
seeking a balance of confession and worship,
in understanding how my dear Lord views me.

Since Creation, a complete scope of Humanity,
has been already defined with God’s artistry-
for He breathed life into us, His workmanship,
an earthly, sacred array of divine diversity.

Although a lesser form of His incorporeal epitome,
we are still made after the image of the Trinity;
therefore, live joyously and soulfully, knowing…
that we’re the living embodiment of God’s poetry!


Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Eph 2:10

The greek word “poeima” can be defined as: that
which has been made a work of the works of God
as creator, i.e., His workmanship.

In addition, we derive the word “poem”.

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory

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democracy may look to some, to seem
a hell of a way to run a government
can two parties be on the same team?
that it works at all is a wonderment 

what rancor could be made of this?
this would pass for a party plank
be it elephant's or a donkey's to kiss
it's squeaky wheels we have to thank

we engage in rhetoric harsh to prove
our point is the truth or so we say,
so take your firm stance, and move!
be it right or left, the other way

we're gonna block your filly buster!
horse tradin' is 'fer checkin' teeth
uncompromisin' deals pass 'fer muster
some party's purpose is to deceive

our founding fathers, gentlemen all
taught that with good speaking skills
our House divided can not fall?
it's Senate's turn to pass some bills

our leaders are honest ones, with ability
vision for the nations future direction
turn this ship with statesmen's civility
to please citizenry's best cross section

yet with serious tone of impending disaster
if esteemed colleagues should get their say
they speak to press with sound bites faster
to sway opinion polls, today's power play

the whole process makes the thoughtful wonder
about the ability of political men to work
for their point to prove, and pull asunder
national harmony, as we all go berserk

democracy may look to some, to seem
a hell of a way to run a government
two parties can be on the same team,
as compromise doesn't breed discontent

to know political relations are symbiotic
the nature of democracy is a bit chaotic

© Goode Guy 2011-06-24

dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

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The Way to Gleams

A mother's love may visit pain
If one child's hope looses its dream
A chasm deep in her soul screams.
Oh God, please let his faith remain.

Youthful goals and priorities
Can cloud love's path eternally.
Forgive forgotten boundaries.
Trust in God move onward boldly.

Lofty thinking, respect askew –
Browbeaten and misunderstood.
Before too long joy says, “adieu.”
Remember let not evil brood.

But seek the light and trust His Word.
Cherish life and integrity.
Be not afraid soft voices heard.
Give all for love and selflessly.

Fear not the loss of future fame.
But seek to melt your soul in love.
Success becomes an earthly game.
But families are from God above. 

So when, my child you feel great pains,
Ask God above to show you dreams. 
Be sure that faith in God remains.
He knows the path to love and gleams.

© July 26, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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Dreams of flight

I dreamed I was a bird and could fly through the sky.
As I soar through the clouds and watch them pass by.
The world below seems small when viewed from above.
All the sights I take in become all the things I love.

My home would be a nest tucked in the top of a tree.
If anyone was to come I’m sure that I would see.
I’d gather up sticks and make it feel like home.
With the memories in my heart I shall never be alone.

I try to imagine what it would be like to fly.
To glide with the wind and just grace the sky.
I’d think to myself, there’s no one luckier than I.
I’d fly into the sunset as the daylight passes by.

I’d sing my little song so everyone could hear.
Becoming my words that I would hold quite dear.
I think that I would reach out to all the other birds
To come join in my song, a harmony of words.

I wouldn’t have a worry I could find all that I need.
When I felt hunger on a worm or bug I’d feed.
I’d fly down south when the winter winds would blow,
Where I would be going my instincts would just know.

Suddenly I wake up and I’m lying in my bed.
I still have the vision of birds in my head.
Perhaps I cannot fly but maybe I can soar?
Thing I shall receive, shall be placed at my door.

I realize the dream and hope one day to fly.
Maybe the source of flight is outside the sky.
As I seem to find new purpose in all that I try,
I feel I need not worry, no one is luckier than I.

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Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler crabs..

The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his modus vivendi...

He has never made lots of money,
but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy;
dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire,
he amuses the public with his monkey-shine...

And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild,
awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend,
who has built a shack in this unsafe place always threatened by the blowing sand;
He puts on his dirty sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine...

The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind, 
saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around with sad eyes
and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! "
" Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" The beach entertainer whispers.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Getting off the bus along Hillside Avenue,
I heard a loud commotion coming from a speaker;
and getting closer, I saw the face of a sweaty preacher... 
calling all souls to Jesus and make them new.

I looked and paused and saw this preacher with sweat on his face...
as he was telling the crowd a true story of The Godfather's son, who was
in the dark about his father's activities, and when he was finally told,
he didn't care if he died;  and to the authorities he went to report his dad.    

What a righteous young man he must have been, and how noble
it was to reveal that well-kept secret which would have cost his precious life,
giving up a chance at being powerful and not dedicating himself to a lifetime of crime; 
I can visualize him bowing his head down, and pray to stop the vicious cycle.

I sat next to an elderly lady whose who's veiled head shone through a gentle light,
" Sing along with me, and your lost soul will be reedemed by the blood of Jesus!" 
I shared her song book and began singing an evening prayer of repentance,
as the preacher cried out, " Raise your hand, and I will pray for you tonight!"

How many folks, like me, wanted to see that preacher proclaim the Lord's message;
and how lucky I was to have encountered a stranger who sounded like Jesus,
to add another sheep to his herd as he prayed for the sins of the repentant ones!
How glorious it was to hear him glorify Christ and His father with his voice of grace!  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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The Lamentation Over The Dead Christ

Michelangelo covered with the hood
Weeping tears as holding Christ, he stood
At the head of the man, who is the Lamb
That became the perfect sacrifice, the great I Am

Putting himself in Joseph of Arimathea's place
Helping Mary Magdalene and Mary Jesus' mother face
The tragedy, that they felt ended Jesus' race
His chance to be the Savior, sent to grace
The world with salvation and kingdom of love;
How each stroke of the hammer guided from above
Perfection of this work you desired for the Dove
When an error occured, you were not proud of

Gave this unfinished work away (to Antonio)
Who for a profit did sell the work for pay
Reconstruction by Tiberio Calcagni paved the way
For the look of the Florence Pieta' today

(The information that I got about this work said that Michelangelo used himself as a model 
for the hooded figure.  I could just see Michelangelo feeling the agony of the person when he 
put himself in their place.)

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they say we'll come to our end one day
they say we just won't matter
they say we'll become our own prey
with thoughts as mad as a hatter

they say we'll run out of water
they say we'll run out of food
they say we'll kill or be slaughtered
they say we'll come to no good

they say civility's near an end
they say there's no use in tryin'
they say our actions only portend
civilization's weakness's underlyin'

they say we don't know what we're doin'
and perhaps it's true, we don't 
seems like the whole world we're screwin'
but maybe the prediction's overblown

maybe there's another bend to turn
maybe there is another angle
maybe 'stead of like before, we'll learn
to sort our emotions to better unscramble

maybe love can actually conquer fear
maybe there's a brighter dawn to come
today's weathered is tomorrow's all clear
maybe empathy is our new rule-of-thumb

© Goode Guy 2011-08-08

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Can't we all just get along,
were the words that Rodney spoke.
They flashed those words across the screen,
and then we all made jokes.
But shouldn't this be a lesson,
on how we treat each other?
And ask ourselves why we hate,
just because of color.
The world is filled with variety,
in every shape and size.
And in it are amazing colors,
pleasing to the eyes.
There seems to be some wisdom here,
meant for me and you.
That Green has no more authority,
than does the color Blue.
We labor hard to display our yard,
with the perfect array of color.
But we seem to forget, the point of it,
when considering one another.
We all have one thing common,
and will until we're dead,
Inside the veins of each of us,
is found the color RED.

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In Your Eyes

In your eyes I see the promise of today.
They seem to glimmer from the words I say.
The sun does set to mark another day.
I wish for the light to never go away.

In your eyes I can view this vision.
It may need work a little more revision.
As I see I am reminded of all conditions.
All that comes results of my decisions.

In your eyes I see the beauty of a soul.
The pieces join together making me feel whole.
Still I feel a void my heart has a hole.
Two souls swimming inside this fish bowl.

In your eyes I see all I want to be.
I see perhaps how you view me.
The ebb and flow is like the sea.
Waves crash down and I feel free.

In your eyes I view the moon and stars.
Sparking with hope, remaining afar.
Distance grows closer, never too far,
Jumping higher when someone raised the bar.

In your eyes I see both sadness and joy.
I see a man grow up from just a boy.
You show me of the gift that I employ.
Lead me to the path which I do deploy.

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To give and give and never take back. That
in essence is pure satisfaction. In a sense
it opens up the senses
and helps you find what you've been looking for.

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Falsehood wraps us like a shell
But just a prick shatters it
Truth is cocooned inside us all
Just let it be a butterfly.

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Copy this Poem

Please copy this poem.
Post it on your office wall,
next to your bed,
or the toilet paper roll.

Memorize each word.
Recite it to your teacher.
Spin it into a song
and preach it like a preacher.

Use sign language.
Transcribe it into Braille,
Aramaic, Chinese and
Spanish. Let the world

know that this poem
and any other poem
that you or I write
is worth the daylight.

So, please copy this poem.
Post it on your office wall,
next to your bed,
or the toilet paper roll. 

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The words in my head

Sometimes I think I was born with pen in hand.
Words flow freely defining all that I am.
I don’t always know but can understand.
Words carry me off to a far away land.

I sit down to write it makes me feel whole.
Bringing needed light to a once darkened soul.
The words become like fish inside a bowl.
They swim in circles with nowhere to go.

I hope I can help I don’t mean any harm.
The words I say become part of my charm.
Some are quite scary, causing people alarm.
Other times they are tools with which I arm.

I cannot stop the voices in my head.
So I close my eyes and go to bed.
Thoughts are the meat, words the bread.
They determine the path on which I tread.

Words create some comfort when I feel alone.
Making me try things outside my comfort zone.
When I hurt and the ache goes to the bone
The words in my heart find me a home.

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Become Catoctin

My heart is basalt and greenstone
becoming Catoctin to bones.
I'm the presidential retreat
at the top of the Blue Ridge chain.

I'm a drone financial fortress
waving ol' Glory stars and stripes. 
I pledge allegiance to the Republic 
under sound bunker walls three miles thick.

And if you love this darling world,
and have the fear of God within,
you too can be become Catoctin
on the carcass of Algonquians.

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Reaching my golden age 
was an improbable, distant image...
rarely thought of, or even visualized by me,
I still cherish the fancy-free boy that was me!

My careful footsteps have become slower,
and my skin is losing its gleaming, brilliant look;
I stand before my photographs displayed underneath
the hand-painted coat of arms with a disillusioned, displeasing glare!   

Could that handsome young man be me?
His skin is so smooth and his teeth dazzling white,
lots of strands with curly hair reflecting a resplendent light...
he's smiling staring at his friend, who's kissing a girl called, "Mimi."  

And unstoppable, bitter tears relentlessly flow; why haven't
childhood and youth waited another year, or even another longest day,
to let me breath with more easiness, seeing myself once again a virile lad...
how horrible and scary is to face the merciless phantom, who will take me away!

But this faith is too strong, and I can defeat any evil force;
and although I seem unable to fight as I did when strength was mine,
an angel will escort me to the gate, which will open to greet this faithful one...
not regretting anymore that improbable, distant image retreating and fading as reality itself!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Distantly dreaming

Distantly dreaming of a life that has passed
Running and dodging the shadows it cast.
Life flies by, seems it moves way too fast
I hope this feeling grows and that it shall last.

Distantly dreaming of moments yet to come
I envision myself outside standing in the sun.
I see who I am and dream of who I shall become
The weight on my shoulders, it feels like a ton.

Distantly dreaming I just close my eyes
I see myself flying so high in the sky.
Moment like the breeze simply pass by
I feel there is no one luckier than I.

Distantly dreaming of reaching new heights
I give it my best it shall take all my might.
The past is behind but it has taken a big bite
A cold wind awakens as I pass into the night.

Distantly dreaming I just wish on a star
I see this big moon and it doesn’t seem far.
The light shines down to reveal who you are
I shall jump higher, for someone raised the bar.

Distantly dreaming I’m right back at the start
I’ve seen it before so I remember the part.
I see all before me with this dream in my heart
The memories become the glue so I don’t fall apart.

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Voices' End

A part of me just seems so sad
How did life become so bad!
Deal with pain and fly away
Then I truly can be gay!

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Left to chance

            Left to chance

So much in this life is just left to chance
What I see becomes different upon second glance.
Sometimes I get lost and don’t know where to go
I’m so glad to see you yet I seem to choke on hello.

I head to the east the sun shines in my eyes
The possibilities open up to the bluest of skies.
Still my mind wanders and wonders about why
Seconds become hours as the day passes by.

I see all these things yet I’ve seen them before
All I was quite certain of today I’m not so sure.
 As a window just closes, it opens a door
I think right before me I see what is in store.

Sometimes its tricky things aren’t as they appear
What I view in the distance are different when near.
I still stay my course; I have nothing left to fear
I find a place in my heart for all that I hold dear.

The sun goes down and the day does end
I feel like my heart is beginning to mend
A new start arises from the ashes of an end
Maybe I’ll find my place around the next bend.

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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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he stands amid the dusted rays
of beams from smudged, windowed days
casting light on the words below
pressed flat upon papered page

he's been here since before sun up
stained and smelling of turpentine
surveying the thoughts he's pressed
quickly he hangs the page to dry

then re-inks the typeset laid to table
and inserts another piece to press
pulling at the screw-pressed platen
repeating process his labors express

his desire to enlighten the world
not just his neighbors informed to tell
ideas and thoughts carried on back
ancestors haunched with ink and quill

before them criers cried the street
events be known upon lips aloud
spreading ideas throughout the land
difficult to speak beyond the crowd

and unbeknownst to him and kind
someday in future ideas are spread
with something called electricity
through wires and waves on into head

to reach to you my heartfelt soul
ideas with emotions and feelings said
until now, thoughts sweetest aspirations
words spread like jam on slice of bread

words, like feelings toil quietly
carry your touch and feeling along
to distant lands and distant times to
give life's meaning, therefore prolong

what the publisher and writer wish
to convey to all able to read or hear
that thought, like life, is precious
held close at hand, the mind made clear

© Goode Guy 2011-08-09

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Below Steely Cold Skies

Steel grey skies
Ice cold winds
Chilled waters
In freezing tinge

Mountains despondent
Below gloomy clouds
Bare naked trees
No greened shroud

Cutting waters flow
Cold crystal pure
Hampered by ice
Winters contour

White crocuses brave
Winters wild
Blooming early
With their growing smile

Even the heather
Bows to the cold
Internally in shiver
Where normally bold

This winters scene
Below steely cold skies
Isn't nature amazing
How her plants survive

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Everyone will see one day

Little girl, don't be so low. You're gonna be something someday, don't give up hope, keep hope alive. Even when the road gets rough, remember how much tougher you are than anyone else. I have faith in you, faith that you'll make it through. All the lies that they tell you, all the broken promises they made, won't stop you from becoming someone. You'll be there soon, just let the negative become the positive. when they throw stuff in your face, pick up yourself and see your way out. The bruises and scars only make you who you are, so smile because they're breakin' you is only making you. You will show the world one day what all made you that way, and they'll be asking for you, there's no doubt. So don't sit there and pout, because the day will come when everyone will see what they made you become.

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that dime that our life can turn upon
what was wanted, been attained, then gone
to pick from our ground, a penny of thought
of that bill-of-goods we sold and bought

yet i don't give quarter or take a bit
life's bill-of-fare, a fair tendered chit
was well worth the price paid for the meal
repast appetizing, an apperceive of appeal

even the plug nickels, so changeably fickle
add spendable cash, little by little 
jangling softly in cottoned pocket of view
many possible paths in the future to pursue

now i coin a phrase, of my future's purloin
saving, always saving my hard-earned coin
that these timely baubles, carried all my life
would fill these longings 'til last contrived

steal a way, deal away, life is too short to say
all i'd ever need, any life's part to portray
scene of some endings, some sense of complete
with a discrete life lived, ample and sweet

change is, in fact, what life's all about
our metamorphosis occurs day in, day out
only left, if we're lucky, with our memories
of life's experience and all its vagaries

© Goode Guy 2012-02-19

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Light Within The Dark

Blind within my dark, I've stumbled and I've faltered
confused and full of fear, not knowing what is real.
I've sinned and made mistakes, have fought my share of demons
I've prayed for death to come to end the way I feel.

Though I've known much pain and had my share of sorrows
and on my burdened soul lay sins that I contrive.
Still within the dark there is a light that shines there
and with His guiding light I know I will survive.

Through His word He's said that all the things I've come to
are the things that He has wanted me to know.
I pray to be forgiven, for strength and the endurance
to make it to the day His reasons He will show.

My soul is light and dark and it has many facets
has felt the Holy Spirit, has known both joy and love
but even when it's black it still does not know hatred
for this and so much more I'm blessed by God above.

Inspired by Michael Jordans Share Your Soul contest

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Today is like a rainbow
With it's many colors combine
The way it dances across a cloud
As if somehow, trying to rhyme
There is the color blue
That reminds me of the sky
Because God is looking down
With a sparkle in His eye
The color green to me
Is the color that is brand new
Like a babe that's just been born
Love, He brings to me and you
Yellow is the color
Of the sun all a glow
Like our faith should be forever
With our hearts to over flow
So, you see there is a reason
That God created light
To warm our every wish complete
We are perfect in God's sight

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                                           SPEAK LITTLE, HEAR MUCH

Speak little and hear much,
For words can get you in trouble.
Too many words confuses things,
And then your problems can double.

Some people talk to show friendliness,
And some to be entertaining,
And some to show how much they know,
But talk can tend to be straining;

For too much talk can get on your nerves,
For everyone needs peace and quiet,
And a steady drone like bees in a hive,
Isn't good as a steady diet;

But everyone likes a quiet man,
Who shows courtesy and listens well,
One who is pleased to hear what they say,
But that which he hears, he won't tell;

For a wise man knows when to speak and when not,
And doesn't run off at the mouth,
He knows the less said is the best as they say,
For words are oft turned 'round about;

So keep to yourself the things that you know,
Or your praises will not be sung,
You'll gain more friends and be more at peace,
By simply holding your tongue.

                                                 Judy Ball

                                                                                      Proverbs 17:28

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The Sharpest Edge

The uncertainty of Winter
with its monochromatic norm.
The leery loss of color
the painful loss of warmth.

The sharpened edge of white
the transparency of cutting ice,
the indeterminate length of night
leaves man to his own device.

Even the occasional shimmer
of sunshine lends only harsh relief
though death will end life’s cycle
rebirth will soon end grief.

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Planning the Plan

There are so many things about God
that I don't really understand.....
like  why He chose me
to be a part of His band.

I have done nothing at all
to deserve such favor.
But I sincerely thank this God-man
who's love for me does not waiver.

He lavishes on us a love 
that is unconditional and so pure
that no matter what in the world we do,
He won't love us less nor love us more.

Oh sure, there are times that we
may not be found in His favor,
like when we willfully disobey   
or too much of the "world" do we savor.

 In loving fashion God created this world - -
a plush paradise - - co-existing woman and man.
But God knew that man and serpent would ruin the Garden,
so from His infinite wisdom sprouted the perfect plan.

The "Eden Act" and all the scenes that would follow
caused a separation that was deep, but not a divorce.
For God obsessed with our reconciliation
which takes us back to Him and His plan, of course.

This plan sent His only Son, whose name is Jesus,
down to this decrepit,defiled place called Earth.
His entrance onto the scene was unlike that of Superman.....
no crater, no quake,just a manger and a humble birth.

He lived here and loved here for a short time,
revealing what life is really all about....
about sharing and caring....compassion and passion,
not at all about who has the most clout.

He told us time and time again that He
had no agenda that was His own.
It was to strictly do the will of the Father,
nothing more,nothing less, just that alone.

But it was this very will that ultimately
led the "Annointed One" to much despair.
For it was demanded of Him 
the sin of the world to bear.

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Soccer Lessons

With speed of light
Fast, furious feet
The little boy ran
Not skipping a beat

With breaths of fire
A wish for a goal
He escaped from the pack
With the ball, there in tow

He ran down the field
To the yells of the crowd
Soccer was his game
With a smile, he was proud

He pulled back his foot
He thrust it for a shot
His face turned beet red
As he gave it what he got

But the goalie was hot
As my son took his kick
Sad at that time
That the goal didn’t stick

Off from the field
Still a smile on his face
He knew he did his best
So he still took first place

My boy was so wise
To know at just eight
Not the place that you finish
That makes you seem great

It’s the effort of the person
Doing the best that you can
I couldn’t believe the wisdom
From my boy, this little man

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our poles

how could we be so diametric
opposed even in the littlest things
leaving us unendingly apoplectic
unconscious of what each other brings

to the field of our mutual magnetism
lines of attraction wide-out arcing
bridging polarities of our schism
creating bonds of thoughts sparking

possibility for a new way of viewing
and thinking about each other's worth
without being steeped in conflict brewing
creating our own little hell on Earth

the ear and tongue can come together
from individuals or partied nations
to pass feelings and beliefs on better
than weapons or harsh worded oration

would all the melting ice around 
maybe stand a chance of washing away
hurts and hates from common ground
allowing us to meet each other halfway

© Goode Guy 2011-09-16

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God's grace

I’m trying to relax so I just envision your face
I'm surrounded by your beauty thankful of your grace
You will always be with me in my heart you will be safe
I try to think of something better yet this is the best place.

I watch in amazement as I see you start to soar
Although I wanted you I wanted this more
Although you're quite the same you will never be like before
I'm really quite uncertain of what God has in store.

So I pray for you and wish for you only the best
I have many fond memories of you and forget the rest.
Also thank you for your help, always there at the right time
I drop to my knees because I'm finally doing fine.

The faith you had in me became a relationship with God
Just like the grass was once a seed before becoming sod
Then I'm not quite certain if we really are apart
There is away a home for you inside my heart

Because of all you do I have this special bond
Life is only temporary yet this goes far beyond
Thank you for your kindness and continued show of faith
You show me by example the beauty of God's grace...

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                                         I SEE YOU

I see You in the majesty of the mountains,
Your mystery in the depths of the sea.
Your providence every day abounds about me.
I see Your power everywhere surrounding me.

I see Your love in the pages of my Bible,
As I read of sacrifice and answered prayer.
Small miracles each day happen 'round me.
I see Your face in each and know You care.

                                                              Judy Ball

                                           I KNOW YOU

I see you as you go about your business.
The way you live your life is plain to Me.
Your thoughts and deeds are proof you are My servant,
For by it's fruit a man shall know a tree.

When your time is over there I'll call you.
I'll send a guide to bring you straight to Me.
No need to fear your past mistakes, transgressions,
For by the spilling of My Blood I've set you free.

                                                                   Judy Ball

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Clouds are like dreams

The clouds are like dreams just passing by.
Coming then going leaving behind blue sky.
They float through the air and then disappear
The dark ones are filled with angel’s tears.

Some are so big you can’t see the top.
Their home is the sky that never stops.
Friends with the sun they provide it with rest.
Like the tops of a wave as it starts to crest.

I try to imagine what it would be like
Floating a while then vanishing from sight.
Up so high that you can only see down,
Having no course to which you are bound.

No two the same, different shapes and size.
They provide shade and keep the sun from my eyes.
Sometimes you can look up and not see a single one.
Other times they are continuous blocking out the sun.

I wonder of what is and where the clouds go,
Will they drift away as the wind begins to blow?
I look up at the sky and see they are a part
Clouds are like the dreams I hold in my heart.

Clouds are like dreams some come true.
Once you realize nothing else will do.
They become colorful just before night.
Some days there are none not any in sight.

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After reading kind comments
On my decision to leave
What was i thinking off
When i have still so much to achieve

As i sat down and thought
About you poets, The Soup
Who have not just become friends
But my family troop

So much i have learnt
In such a short space of time
But i need to learn more
And the Soup suits me fine

Postings will continue
Comments will be written
For i shall be here for many years
Because i am basically, smitten

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People's eyes are not what they proclaim,  
if only they reflected their truest selves by being fair....
they certainly would offer charming smiles when they wink,
and nobody would keep from them or resist them...

On the boulevards of the big cities,
they briskly glance to admit surprise...
perhaps not too friendly as the country ones,
but still fascination sparkles in them to stupefy us...

People's eyes tell of love's tragedies and tales of past glories,
Juliet's eyes madly in love with Romeo who saw beauty and poetry in them...
Shakespeare who wrote of the madness in Hamlet's eyes,
the Danish Prince, who swore revenge when his father's ghost appeared to him...

On the suburbs' streets different faces are seen,
not as sophisticated and cold as the metropolitan, scurrying ones...
warmer and less irritable, not chasing after missed busses and trains,
a big difference in the fast-paced rat's scene...

People's eyes staring from sullen and joyful faces, immortalized by the images
of the serene and angelic ones chosen by the painters of the Middle Ages;
saints and innocent souls calling upon God's forgiveness and clemency,
and the Renaissaince gave us endless works of art so admired in all of Italy...

Observe me and look into these bright and confident eyes,
what is the feeling you get from their friendliness...
sincerity, unpretentiousness and a loyalty too unquestionable?
Are there any other charms that make them so noticeable?   

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Connecting the Dots Part 2

God mentions in the last days there
will be an increase of knowledge.
And, yes, we certainly do have many
young people heading to college.

But it really goes alot deeper than that,
I mean, we now have the ability to clone.
So it's kinda scary when we look around 
and wonder if it's a "copy" or one of God's own.

As we look back over the last hundred years,
the period we refer to as the "industrial age."
We find; autos,jet planes,TVs,fax machines,computers.
all things considered, can we really turn another page?

Jesus told of some other things to take note of ---
signs that we really should be looking for.
wars and rumors thereof,earthquakes, hunger,
even pestilence(disease) will soar.

In fact, He even went as far as to say that
man will be perplexed by the tossing of the sea.
Hurricanes,cyclones,typhoons.... almost too 
many to count.... if we have eyes, let us see.

He also said that it will be like
a woman in delivery--- having labor pains.
Which indicates an increase in frequency
and intensity, yes.... too tough to tame.

One can't help but notice that is
 exactly what we are experiencing today.
Wars, terrorism, continual earthquakes,erupting volcanoes,
droughts, floods, disease galore... that's just God's way

of warning us that these truly are
the final days in our history.
And it won't be long now until
true believers see Him in all His glory.

Now I have finally come to the end of my poem
and I hope I've helped with "connecting the dots."
Judgement day is fast approaching but remember
He would certainly rather have us be ready than not.

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Well now,what shall I say then,because talk I must,
shall it be of love,grace forgiveness and things of above,
will my words wander creation,far and beyond ,
before concentrating on a form ,of which, I am fond;

Question upon question,pause now,what do you see ?
meditate the silence,you will hear me,
slow and gradual,the mist will lift,if you trust,
with my words,a poem create,and then talk if you must.

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                                                  MUCH A-DO

We cannot worry over-much,
'Bout things we can't control.
Too much worry disrupts life,
And at length rots the soul.

Worrying 'bout this and that,
Can spoil your whole demeanor,
Causing you to disdain,
What makes your pastures greener.

Reality of fact is that,
Life has it's ups and downs,
Stomp and snort all that you please,
And growl and glance around,

To find someone to blame it on,
Although no one's to blame;
Sometimes things happen, this is true,
And it's to no one's shame.

Often we avoid some things,
But sometimes we just can't,
If we could go through life unscathed,
We'd be some kind of plant,

That simply sits, says not a word,
And never does a athing;
So learn to take life as it comes,
Relax and learn to sing;

For worry never solved a thing,
In fat it gives you ulcers,
And makes you old before your time,
So relax, gain some culture.

Learn to control your inner chi,
Your yen and then your yang,
Because worrying all the time,
Won't gain you one dang thang.

                                              Judy Ball

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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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Executing the Plan

Why? Why Him? How could this be? To have life
slowly, excruciatingly, drained from Him by a tree.
The irony, it was a tree....the tree of knowledge
that brought angst full circle to Calvary.

This was a burden above all burdens,
anxiety, agony...... almost beyond what He could bear.
So much so, droplets of sweat formed in His hair 
as he cried out to His Father in prayer.

"If there is any way for this cup 
to pass from me, let it be so."
Even though He knew He had to suffer 
through it, He couldn't just let it go.

It's not that He didn't have the power
to get out from under this albatross.
But if He did succumb to His earthly
desire,mankind would forever be lost.

For God depended on this "Spotless Lamb"
to bridge the gap between us and Him.
So..... we became white as snow because
the "Perfect Sacrifice" willingly bore our sin.

Fortunately for us, it is not here
 that this story comes to a close.   
For just as He foretold,
on the third day He arose.

So because of the ways of man and God's awesome plan,
death no longer has the final say.
It's all about a relationship..... a deep friendship
established with one simply called "The Way."

The Serpent defeated, the gap miraculously closed
and those that sincerely believe can claim the victory.
Through the historic death of Christ,
we may have fellowship with God for all eternity.

How amazing it is that God would be so concerned
about me... about us.... about the souls of man,
 that, yes, from the very beginning of time,
he would devise the absolutely perfect plan.

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It ends at the sky

The sky is a collage of purple and red
As the sun hits the horizon and goes to bed.
Mixed in the middle are dark blue and gray,
It is so impressive I have to say.

The words are illusive as the moon does rise.
When I need inspiration I look to the skies.
I see this universe so much larger than I.
The stars appear to mark the day gone by.

I look up to see this star shining so bright.
Bringing needed light to the dark night.
It seems like a beacon shining for me.
The twinkling of stars as far as the eye sees.

I sit for a while so I can take it all in.
It’s so quiet I could hear the drop of a pin.
Though I’ve seen this before it is never the same.
The moon rises up to join in the game.

The beauty of these moments set my mind free.
The possibilities before me are as vast as the sea.
It stretches from land to end at the sky
My imagination soars I think I shall fly.

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Star Horizon

a star on the horizon:
a guide for the poor
to richness of life
that shows heaven's door.

a star on the horizon:
in her own little way,
shall find her life's dream
by loving every minute of the day.

my star on the horizon
forever will be,
closer yet further...
from being with me...

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In Natures Surround

Her innocent looks
Up at the canopies of green
In awe of nature
Beside a trickling running stream

Blossoms of pink 
Against a background of ripe
Nature in her glory
So serene and right

This beautiful girl
In her radiant white dress
Life is all around
Greened growth in progress

Insects buzz
Amongst the chirping of birds
Sounds to be treasured
A delight she has heard

As she walks of home
She forever looks around
Looking back where she's been
In natures surround

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"I am appalled," the administrator said
..."I am appalled by your recommendation."
yet utterly correct, it soon proved to be
for years anonymous, the implied accusation

Challenger "slipped the surly bonds of Earth"
and surely those scientific souls perished
to "Touch the face of God" was said henceforth
but always, in all ways, their memory cherished

Roger Boisjoly*, and a few who knew the truth
also, felt smacked-in-the-face by appalling
as guilt and horror were revealed through proof
let "only the facts speak" was the higher calling

when timetables are allowed to tip the scale 
without regard to even more profound losses
we could learn to let probable facts prevail 
and overrule overbearing bosses, whatever the cost is

foregoing of foretelling, is unfortunately compelling

© Goode Guy 2012-02-07

* pronounced: (Fr) Beaujolais

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A really true friend as priceless as gold
A treasure in life to seek and to hold
The greatest of treasures and one we can bless
Is to have one to help you when you're in distress
Rare is this person who stands by your side
Who will shoulder your burden and do it with pride
So remember to cherish this gift to the end
This "wonder of wonders" a true loyal friend
God up in heaven I'm sure has the score
For those who help others with kindness and more
And the point totals high as angels defend
Each person like you who is a true loyal friend

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Missive to Shore

Somewhere in my forest the wind shakes the trees
And love come down the mountains perfumed with breeze
Somewhere in my forest a bright bud breaks at dawn
And love's nimble eyes stag the shivering silver fawn

But here day and night the wet water stays warm, too
Still for ships to sail, too still for dreams, this fresh brew 
Of adversity, this invisible shackle of the will, here alone
A man of talent may sit and slowly turn to simple stone.

While in this doldrums where the thick clouds scud the sky
And the lamps of heaven this dark soot their light  deny
Nothing against my heart's dream can prevail, I imagine
That what I believe I can achieve, so I await my wind.

My sail is up and ready to go, the far forest calls me home
Diamonds that sparkle on the sea proved only to be foam
O let me come the mountains foot, and there let me wait
Dawn comes there like happy hibiscus through the gate.

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The world yearns for it.
The world longs for it.
The world pants for it,
And no, it will not quit....

searching for what 
is desired above all.
Will anyone ....anyone
heed it's beck and call?

The world is under 
such a constant strain.
And yes... it is a
never-ending refrain.

A continual threat
of terror and of war,
that we really
cannot ignore.

Agony and angst are
always knocking at the door.
And yes, more globally
now than ever before.

Fear, tension, and even despair
always seem to be in the air.
Must be cautious where we tread, 
that is ........ if we even dare.

God of this contaminated 
planet, this doesn't seem fair.
Is it because, as some say,
that you don't really care?

Oh no, that simply cannot be,
because history shows you on that tree.
That very special tree on Calvary,
dying there for our sins to forever bury.

So how foolish it would be
to think that you do not care.
When you left the comfort of heaven,
to come here....... your love to share.

So what is this thing
that the world really needs?
It's something that you want us
all to have.... so very much indeed.

It's a gift you offered us freely
as you retreated to your throne.
It's something you knew we needed, 
so we would not be alone.

This very special gift is the Holy Spirit,
and, oh yes, in Him we find great release.
In Him we find what the world cannot offer,
Only in Him we find that deep, abiding, peace.

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Hi mom, it's nice up here
Looking down on you and dad
I see my big brother too
And I'm not feeling so sad

I know our time together
Was so short and not long
But up here with Jesus
That's where I belong

I see grandpa and others
Please don't cry for me
Because up here, it's pretty
And so happy and free

I do miss you all
But please try not to cry
And take good care of Kenyon
But don't ever say good bye

Don't ever forget me
I know the time was short
You did the right thing mom
I'm so glad you didn't abort

So, for now I'll be going
But I will see you again soon
You will see me when you look at the stars
Or whenever you look up at the moon

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It feels like spring

I’ve come to realize I have no place in the past.
There is sadness and sorrow in the shadows it cast.
I need to go forward and move on.
All that I once knew, it is all gone.

As the clouds parted there is a new light.
The love in my heart wants to burn bright.
Where once I felt that I was bound to the night
From out of the darkness there shines a new light.

There is happiness in my heart that I want to share.
When I was all alone I had thought I did not care.
Now there is someone with life I can share,
I never want to turn back and return there.

She smiles her heart is much like the sun.
I see that I already love her a ton.
What she wants, I also want some.
She is the glue so I don’t come undone.

She is much like the stars and moon in the night.
Sparkling with delight and shining so bright.
A beacon to guide this once troubled soul.
With her at my side I start to feel whole.

I get excited with what the future may bring.
The love that I now feel makes my heart sing.
With her at my side I feel I can do anything.
It is the middle of winter yet it feels like spring.

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What does it feel like
When you're given a nod
By the good Lord above
Do you really see God

What does it feel like
Looking down below
At mommy and daddy
Are your eyes all a glow

What does it feel like
Seeing us every day
I do hope my child
For us, that you pray

What does it feel like
I know my heart does mourn
For I miss you so much
I'm so glad you were born

What does it feel like
Now that you're not here
My darling, I love you
In my eye, there's a tear

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What on Earth

Do you ever wonder 
why you are alive?
For what
do you really strive?

A beautiful new house 
with the manicured lawn?
State of the art fishing
equipment used even before dawn?

A Lexus,SUV, or Hummer
showing off in the driveway?
Or a supercharged Harley
that "flies" down the highway?

Or is it the big job promotion that 
puts you on the top of the mountain 
and has everyone praising you as
they gather around the drinking fountain?

Or maybe it is that "babe"
you need on your arm...
who thinks the world of you
because of your charm?

Quite possibly it is that emerald necklace
 or that perfect, colorless, diamond ring?
But you know that you can't settle for anything,
it's got to be the most equisite bling - bling.

But the Creator says that all this "stuff"
will one day be destroyed by fire.
And we know this as the absolute truth,
because one thing God cannot be is a liar.

So since we know 
this to be true,
what is it then 
that we must do?

We need to connect with Him,
stick to Him like glue.
Without Him our sky appears gray,
but with Him, we see so much blue.

We must praise Him and worship Him
for who He is and what He has done for us.
That is really what he created us for,
yes, in Him alone we must place our trust.

Then we need to find what is important to the King...
His passion for people and His amazing love for them.
And His intense desire for 
everyone to draw so very close to Him.

So we must think about more than ourselves.
In fact, a magnet is more what we must be.
Drawing some toward Jesus the Messiah,
In that, He would be extremely pleased.

Remember that everything we 
experience in this life is just temporal.
Except His word and our relationship with 
Him (or without Him),which is eternal.

So praise Him and worship Him,
He who sacrificed His very life for you.
And help to "magnetize" others,
that is the least we can do.

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Love Is A Verb

Love is a verb.
Why don't you understand? 
It's not just something you can hold
or give from hand to hand.

When I say I love you
you don't know what I mean.
But, when I gently touch your face
the love can then be seen.

You need to see the action
not just hear me say
I love you and I will show you this
with actions every day.

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Fear Exists, not in me

Fear knocking at door
Won't let in anymore!
Fighting it makes one alive
Lets you know you can survive!

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Bloom On

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

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

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

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Wish Box

I got some wood, carefully selected
Hinges too, as bright as can be
Bought a lock, so just to protect it
Built then a box, meant just for me

Upon the top, beautifully engraved
I wrote my name in legible script
I placed in it, all thoughts enslaved
And everything else that I saw fit

When I am then to have it opened
One may expect diamonds and jewels
But treasures exist in the heart of men
That make other men just look like fools

For in my box I placed my visions
There, too, I’ve placed all of my dreams
In fact, within, are all my provisions
With wants, desires and all of my schemes

My wish box, yes, appropriately called
Exists for me and for me alone
To make this, I can teach you all
Then you can have one to call your own

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Love is Golden: all ideas have and always will be
all hallowed: the things we think of last for ever more.
And again: forgot or left to be.
Thus we come full circle: "As It Was Before"

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There is a book that i call sticks
I read it often
I read it best
I know what it says
It says a whole lot more
It saves, as it's done many times before.

I place it in special places
I keep it by my bed
I keep it by my slider chair
It keeps me company
It's a connection to me Heavenly Father
I know it makes us all a sister or brother.

I know this to be the truth
Many would not believe me
Many would scoff at me
It is my rock and my salvation
My knowledge of Him grows and grows
It's the stickupmyknows.

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Unknown Angel

You are my oldest angel.
Your name will go untold.
At first you were too young for this.
Now you are too old.

Just so you know I love you.
Your thoughts, your smile, your heart.
You've been with me through darker days,
but you loved me from the start.

It's strange to look you eye to eye
and see how much you've grown.
I wonder where we'll end this journey.
Will it be far that you will roam?

Even though you are much older
than a "baby" or a "child".
Don't go thinkin' you're all grown up.
The world out there is wild.

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Burst the comfort bubble
Life will not be rubble
Sometimes you can learn 
By getting into trouble!

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He lived Within A wall Of form

 He lived within a wall of form
A simple, humble, dwelling place
And as he lived, time had worn
Boards gray to a heartless trace.

Within this track once did abide
A lonely, forsaken, unraveled soul
He suffered much before he died.
And never played the lover's role.

No one can be just an observer
Yet what is all he tried to be.
The bells toll for served and server
A vision of love he could not see.

I have shed a tear or two
For a love which broke my heart
Glad I was to taste love's dew
Sad I was at love's depart.

Yet to live and not to love
Not to touch love's joy or pain
Lonely as a one-room hovel
Loveless is to live in vain.

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Let Us Be Thankful

The winter comes now as I feel the departure
Of warmer weather and leaves of green.
Still, I look forward to the change in weather
As it will give way to a snowy white scene.

Upon the horizon, the sun announces day
And I welcome it, in awe, as beauty and art.
This signifies new life, a beginning for all,
Like Spring, it offers us a new start.

See, daily on this earth, one of God’s gifts to us,
Changes occur and always occur for the good.
Let us welcome them and embrace them, whole heartedly
And love them, as we know we really should.

Let us be thankful for the natural beauty,
The earth’s wonders and changes are its treasures.
Let us each look into the sky this evening
and realize, as people, we are allowed these pleasures.

Let us be thankful to the Lord, our God.
If your god be different, still give thanks and praise.
Let us be thankful for having each other
And for the world’s beauty of nights and days.

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Growing Goodness

The days, they quickly come and go
who knows about tomorrow.
Will we greet another day
be touched by joy or sorrow?

Why do we waste our precious time
on things like greed and hate
when any day could be the one
we're called to Heavens' gate?

From this day on I choose to live
and fill my life with love
to share the gifts that I've received
from our Lord above.

I'll use my voice to trample hate
where ever it is heard.
Where ever there's a broken heart
I'll place a soothing word.

As these days pass quickly by
I'll do the best I can
to plant the seeds of goodness
into my fellowman.

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Personal Growth

Now, life is looking good to me.
The world is sunny and bright.
My thoughts are centered, strong and deep 
and everything seems right.

In my past, I met with depression.
In my past, I battled with fear.
Now, they’re all gone, as a child’s bad dream
and everything seems clear.

I must take the blame for my actions.
I must stand up for what seems right.
Now, as I stand on the plateau I call reason,
I know, for a life, this life, I must fight.

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television is a government conspiracy
they're trying to indoctrinate a certain segment of the nation
those susceptable as they sell soap with pseudo sex 
mixed with an un-healthy dose of dis-information

they are introducing our youth  to indifference
eager young minds fertile for seeding
but for a flood of info-mercials and false information
soon those young  minds will require rapid weeding

innocents  are being indoctrinated with what they think is success
"buy this car because it's got a hot blonde behind the wheel"
and corporations are aware of what they're doing they just won't confess
and god knows, every product on T.V. is a really great deal

corporate america and entertainment companies are now one
both have the very same motivation in mind
images these kids watch made to to taunt with temptation
and the only immune ones are the deaf, dumb and blind
    (c) 2011....~free cee!~ Phreepoetree 

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Bring Me

Empty spaces need filling or protecting,
Scorched earth or pressing void, depending.
Patterned approach to reactive needs impending,
A vicious strike to chaotic deeds extending.

All things in balance, as and when.
All things in turn, now and then.
All things in time, here and now.
All things in mind, why and how.

Seen through the mind of a child, the truth often known.
Play on the field of a mind, the seed always sown.
Hear through the tears of a storm, the bell often tolls.
Ride on a Wave of the Dawn, the sound always rolls.

I am all, an Element in flow.
I am tall, a target to know.
I am toil, a task to deal.
I am that, the truth to reveal. 

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Autumn weaves its tapestry
Of colors bright and bold
A symphony of nature
A royal vision to behold

On mountains high and valleys low
Everywhere one looks
The master artist paints a scene
Unmatched in picture books

Then as the tapestry unravels
We reflect on seasons past
Wondering why the beauty
Of autumn can not last

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It shines in your eyes
The word of the Lord
I can tell when I see
You are one adored
You have helped me
And I am truly glad
Your friendship is one
Of the happiest I've had
You praise me so
In a lot of ways
You tell me"God bless"
"To Him I should praise"
If I pray to the Lord
I can have what I need
If I'd listen to the word
The only way is to read
So, I want to say
That, in you, I care
I hope in the future
That we will always care

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           As autumn bids the land farewell
           And winter's visit starts
           An air of pure enchantment 
           Stirs something in our hearts

           The sleeping earth is covered in white
           As the snow falls gently down
           A sight to behold as the sun comes up
           The trees adorned in ermine gowns

           The roofs of houses wear snowy crowns
           On the hills children shriek with delight
           The odor of hickory hangs in the air
           Hinting of a fireplace warm and bright

           Yards are dotted with snowmen
           Each with a jolly bright face
           Jack Frost drapes the windowpanes
           With a shawl of silvery lace

           Footprints dot the landscape
           And in the wintry chill
           A majestic stag stands regally
           A king upon the hill

          Winter is a masterpiece
          Designed for all to see
          A living showcase arranged by God
         To be enjoyed by you and me

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When at the cross
I humbly bow
Pouring out my
My anxious pleas

Then I arise
And walk away
Sometimes become
Overwhelmed by

Cares of the day
Then I stop and
Picture being
Held on Jeus' knee

Softly he speaks
And calls my name
Sara, Sara don't
Be anxious again

Sit  quietly
Sup a while rest
Softly he says
My precious child

As I relax
In his strong arms
I know that he'll
Keep me safe


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My Place Of Beauty

There is a place of beauty
that I have come to know.
A rich and lovely garden
where fragrant flowers grow.

A place of endless wonders
for the heart to see
filled with priceless treasures
a majestic gallery.

So many precious paintings
are hung upon its walls
and songs of truth and empathy
ring clearly through its halls.

In this cove of peace and healing
where my wounded soul soars free
dwells a band of Gods own angels
that I know he sent to me.

I am thankful for the blessing
of this place I've come to know
a place of grace and splendor
where the seeds of kindness grow.

Inspired by Nigel Fawcetts'
Places of Majestic Inspiration contest

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Called While You Sleep

Heaven’s Gate entreats me passage, letting me enter unto the road.
Should I be here? That’s what I’m asking, as I let free my burdening load.

Heaven’s Gate, the place of my longing. Though, I may feel that I don’t belong.
Like at the home of my childhood sweetheart; here, is a place that is guarded 
and strong.

Working my way up to advance now. Trying my best to go on and get in;
learning that all of my past wants and desires were surely not good and surely a 

But, I have prepared for this very moment; repented and fought for this very right.
So, a kiss I give to you now my darling, for I must go on, I bid you good night.

I know you lay still in your motionless slumber, dreaming of this is your 
worsening fears.
As I lay next to you, now, I am called on. So, thank you, again, for all of those 

You’ll wake in the morn to see I’ve departed. No more, to bear burden of all of my 
I know that in time you will find the closure, for even you know we do as He wills.

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Keep Trying

Water washes over me
pushing me further down.
I keep trying to stay afloat
afraid one day I'll drown.

Someday life will get easier
for us, I'm sure it will.
Just now it feels like we are pushing
dead weight up dead-man's hill.

I love to know we're in it
together till the end.
No matter how much stress we have
We'll always be best friends.

My partner, lover, but mostly friend.
You are my everything.
When I am tired and can't stand up
that's when you whisper in my ear...

Thank you for your strength.

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Movable Force

The sea churned and spewed forth a mighty roar As the funnel formed in the not so far distance I admired the beauty, but feared to the core As my feet, to stay, offered resistance T’is just a fool who would stay out this storm It’s smarter to take shelter or even hide No, I didn’t want to incur any harm To where, is what I must decide To the schools, ah yes, they were built brick by brick There’s strength in the building, surely it is safe Though the storm brewed oh, so very thick As upon me then fell a twenty foot wave My breath, my heart, I panicked, but yet I tried I did my best to acquire as much air as I could Successfully escaping the depths, I then cried And ran as far away as I knew I then should

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Walk Straight or Away

Meandering close to the brink of insanity
I wandered one foot to the left on this day
Stumbling, I reached for anything, but nothing
As I sank into insanity and all thoughts ran away

Terrific light, so bright, it appeared before me
Making sense of the nonsense that served to destroy
Like a rope thrown before me, I went to the brightness
Climbing and focusing with every ounce of strength to employ

Hands to the top, I was able to pull myself up
Then standing on that brink, I then quickly ran away
Never to look back to that place where darkness thrived
I learned an important lesson, oh yes I did, upon that day

Never walk too close to your edges in life
Allow yourself room to always get so far away
It is never good for you to tempt fate or even dare it
But rather focus on the truth of yourself and the light of day
For the light will guide you always, in the very best way

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Soul, still drifting in the subtle calmness,
undaunted and adamant;
never being effected by malicious intent,
never being accursed by words... 

Use extreme caution when transversing boundaries
of strange lands inhabited by mediums,
who are the seers that wish to replace God;
accept no invitation by affirming their cult...

Wise heart,, live according to your beliefs,
faithful and changeless:  never revere a false god,
the gold-adorned one who glitters
with the utter pretense of being the golden sun...

Preachers abound like the eagles of the Appalachians Mountains;
they relentlessly rove to snatch whoever is feeble,
to convert them to their preposterous creed;
I have seen many fall from grace and ask for forgiveness...

How wonderful and liberating is to live
never being accursed by words, or attached to fatal feelings of hurt;
how delightful and inspirational is to achieve
every possible joy that only faith can guarantee with a simple oath...

Footsteps, be attentive and shrewd,
look out for the one slandering with the tongue of the lewd;
eyes, judge people by their external appearance to minimize danger,
the distrustful look reflects the turmoil of their soul lucidly molded by Lucifer...   

Compassion can mitigate the misery of a miscreant,
and possibly transform his or her appearance with repentance,
never being accursed by words hailed from angry mouths;
if execution is justice, death won't change anybody's heart...  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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During my poetical career I had never received a trophy,
I exploded with joy when I received it by first class...
"Enjoy your reward!" read a note signed by Laura Mckenzie;
and this first prize is my achievement for future success!

Entering poetry contests is fun and rewarding to a greater extent,
and any price is a rare opportunity to bask in your talent;
poets never get rich in this non-lucrative trend,
but satisfaction and accomplishment go hand in hand!

Thanks, Laura for the beautiful and glittering trophy, which I have placed on
my highest library shelf for all to see and admire; it actually seems small...
compared to those given to movie or music stars,
but it is the grandest and preciousest by all means!

Like a gladiator in Ancient Rome winning that fierce fight,
standing in front of a wooing and delirious crowd before dusk...
and being honored by the Emperor with the gift of freedom,
I am also set free by the excitement of my enthusiasm!

Yes, my trophy has gladdened me, and one unexpected day,
I may win the Nobel price, too...who says that's an impossibility?
More passion and desire I will put in my work, and I will not fray!
My confidence will feed that fire and with undefeatism I begin today!  

My poem is dedicated to Laura Mckenzie, who was the source
of my inspiration. 

Copyright (C) 2010 by Andrew Crisci

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A Rock Displaced

The sins of man had brought Him here
To carry weight we should have bore
Upon His shoulders He carried all
For all of us, for love and more

At birth, His destiny was already cast
He was to travel, on fated road
To save us all, brothers and sisters
He carried heavily our load

Upon the end of carrying our cross
He met His death with prayer and love
He did not run, nor dare to fight
With thoughts of God, His father above.

Upon His death, in a tomb He lay
Placed gently by His mother and others
With prayer for Him, hoping too
He’d return for His sisters and brothers

In the early morn, a discovered sight
The rock at the cave was displaced
By the hand of God, all soon learned
That the fate of man had been graced

He rose! He rose! The savior came
Though some still had their own doubts
Some fingers placed inside His wounds
And ascending, drew their fear right out

He is the rock of man, the foundation
He is that which we build the church upon
He came and because of His rising
We are graced upon death, by God’s son.

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Walk in silence and learn to hear,
Walk in strength to understand fear,
Walk aware to see this life,
Walk with purpose and free of strife.

Walk with feeling and learn to care,
Walk with another and learn to share,
Walk with the young and see anew,
Walk with the old who know what is true.

Walk your lifetime on your own road,
Walk with joy for what life bestowed,
Walk with me and take my hand,
Walk together and understand.

Stoic (Stephen Allen)

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Spirit of Love

I hope one day 
the world discovers

The Spirit within
that unites us as brothers

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I search the world for answers
to the questions in my mind.
Although, it seems those answers
are the ones I'll never find.

In dark despair I call out.
I scream for help and light.
The source of deep depression
is something I must fight.

I try to "keep my chin up"
and "focus on the ball",
but everytime I take a step
I also take a fall.

For those of us who fight them,
the demons in our head, 
we have to force ourselves to sleep
each time we go to bed.

Without my faith in Jesus
and my love of family,
I don't know where I would end up
but I know I wouldn't be free.

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She Found Herself Upon The Cliff

She stands alone upon the precipice 
Reflecting, pondering the lowering sun
Realizing life’s lack of justice
And how hers has come undone
With unclear thought, on a whim
She had come to end it all
As all the blame, because of him
She pushed, closer to a fall

When, through the clouds, a ray of light
Like a hand, set to embrace
She felt warmth, upon this night
As it fell upon her face
Into the light, she gazed in awe
Her mind, it then came clear
From her life, she’d not withdraw
And hold each day so dear

Decisions made are hers alone
Her life, her actions taken
This she learned through light unknown
That life shan’t be forsaken
It was not he that made her choose
It was will and all she gave
But now she selects not to lose
And her life, to now save

So, now alone upon the cliff
She smiles, as strength comes through
For now her life was given lift
And hopes within, renewed
She steps then back, further away
The edge was drawn from sight
She cannot wait until break of day
And to each new glorious night

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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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Have You Ever Wondered?

Have you ever wondered...
how it feels to be alone,
to wonder if you'll eat today 
or where you'll have to roam?

Have you ever wondered...
how it feels to be afraid,
to know you can't cry out for help
because you can't be saved?

Have you ever wondered...
how it feels to cry at night,
to wonder if there is a God
and if He'll ever make things right?

Have you ever wondered...
how it feels to ache inside,
to know you can't find happiness
and there's nowhere left to hide?

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My Dad

Dad is what you are
You slid into my life like a shooting star
You brought balance and comfort in
You brought me into a land with your grin

For a long time we were alone
For a long time we didn’t have you in our home
I still remember the absence of your presence
I still fill joy from gift of your essence

The way you worked so hard every day
The way you smiled in your loving way
The things you gave me that I never had
The way you walked in and became our dad

Though not borne to you as your own
Still my heart is filled with the love you have shown
My heart knows the love present in your hands
Through each callous and line I understand

You are the father I wanted before I knew
This I know in my heart is true
The man who took us to a humble home
And crafted it into a Palace of Rome

This it might seem to me
You brought us from the straights of poverty
You loved my mother with all your heart
You loved us all from the start

Yes, you are the father I love
The one sent to me by the angels above
I thank god for you each day
I thank god for sending you our way

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I Wonder

Oh sweet Christ Child I wonder
if the Wise Men ever knew
that  Party frocks and cheese balls
would someday overshadow you?

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My Battle

People often ask me
how I ever stood my ground, 
when trouble just surrounds me
and people push me down.

I say to them (with tongue in cheek)
I'm sure my work's not done.
I may have fought the battle,
But the war is not yet won.

I will always manage
to hold my head up high.
(Even though that enables them
to better see me cry.)

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If Isaiah, Jeremiah, Moses and King David prayed to Jehovah,
why is it that His name is no longer invoked?
The Old Testament name has  been erased
from everybody's mind...and we still sing," Hallelujah! "  

God's name cannot be's a sacrilege, a violation of Jehovah's law!
How many times, in my anguish I have called on His holy name!
He wants us to use it and not be afraid of saying it aloud without shame;
so that the wicked, the wretched and the faithless will not curse it anymore!  

Here on earth, many declare to believe in one God,
who through the Prophets gave us a Holy Book to live by;
instead they make their own interpretations and shamelessly lie...
no wonder they have lost every blessing and can't see beyond!

O Jehovah, eternal and just, I declare you my God as all Prophets did,
sacred is Your name, and I proclaim it without fear; and let every hypocrite 
hear it in their cathedrals and synogoges! Oh, how they'll manifest their wrath,
because they are the modern, self-righteous Pharisees who will condemn me to death!   

God's name cannot be changed, it was spoken by humble David,
the shepherd who faithfully served a God of honor and integrity;
God's name cannot be changed to suit human's foolishness and vanity...
a name so magnificently set in stone must be called upon and be praised!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Have you ever felt abandoned
Left to fight your foes alone.
Is there no one there to talk to
Are you faced with the unknown.

Have you ever felt so lonely
With no one to lend a hand.
Are you living all by yourself.
Contrary to what you planned.

Have all of your friends abandoned you
Though they said they never would
You say you can no longer count on them
To help you as they should.

Have you tried to live your life
Caring for those dear to you.
Only to be thrown away
Like an old and worn out shoe.

Have you ever felt discarded
With only blind hope to be your guide
Losing all that you once had
No ones left on your side.

But don’t despair and don’t surrender.
Keep your life’s spirit warm, not cold
There is a rainbow out there.
With a pot full of gold.

Or perhaps you’ll meet a leprechaun
Hiding in the clover.
He will grant  you a special wish
And help you to recover.

Perhaps there is a lion
With a thorn stuck in his paw.
You remove it safely
And you will have a friend evermore.

So many things are possible
To make your life worth living.
There are new friends who will be found
And family forgiving.

So please rejoin the human race
There is so much happiness for all
Reach out for the silver ring of life
And do not let it fall.

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Changing Ways

Animosity hardens the true owner’s heart
Hatred is from seeds planted so very deep
Jealousy suffocates, changing eye color dark
Gossip then loses the friends there to keep

Condescending tones, they never support
Belittling those, who may be better than you
So off with the vanity that makes us alone
Accept then the differences, making us true

Alive with the wisdom to not know it all
Creates the progress to help all succeed
Exposing true heart, to receive in return
To love one another, in ourselves then believe

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2010- Hallelujahs

2010… Hallelujahs 

The New Year has just begun.
Resolutions and goals set.
Health, wealth, success and great fun
Peace in life holds no regret. 

Friends and foe be not forlorn.
Adorn a cheery nature.
Contemplate, but never scorn.
Man is a God-made creature.

So, as the days pass this year,
Spread hope, peace to all nations.
Live uprightly without fear.
Replenish God's creations.

Think of ways to, “Be ye kind.”
Take action at dawn's waking.
Sweep out evil thoughts of mind.
Live perfect, sin forsaking.

Seek not to another bind.
Make goodness follow your path.
And when holiness you find.
Feel the pleasure of no wrath.

God and man on life missions
Shall together bring about
Successful souls.  Submissions.
Perfection.  Hail the King.  Shout!

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 1, 2010

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Through these verses I divulge my poetical expressions
to ignore criticism and not hoot while extricating my ideals;
my work is marked by indisputable integrity,
more plausible than a woman's chastity!

Recognition and deserving honor are nice,
but they are the least rewards I seek,
best of the best...who ever was ?
Worst of the worst.. I cannot be!

I fall between these two, lest I fault
and fairly deserve the dungeon... 
the crowds not applauding my effort,
not  proclaiming me a champion!  

My words are soave, sometimes as rigid as hooves of a horse...
reminding all that I am as human as anyone else who bleeds and rejoices, 
but  my creativity is not satiated by inferior knowledge or bizarre notions,
although my glory is never accompanied by real expectations!

Like Homer and Virgil the masters of ancient poetry,
I do praise their work, and recognize their genius shining in their word;
Troy fell and Rome rose to prominence by a bloody sword;
I don't fall by trickery, I stand on my fortress of liberty!

My obligation must be fulfilled by ardous work, I will not depart,
or merely linger on...until this mission is faithfully accomplished, and this voice,
before fading, invokes its last sunset to finally fall silent;
and if readers acclaim me, I have succeeded in my poetical expressions!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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I am the bend in the river

 I am the bend in the river
I am the path to the sea
I the Great Taker and Giver
the natural state of the free

 Come taste the moonlight in motion
floating on clouds in the sky
climb to the height of emotion
laugh 'til the joy makes you cry

 Run to the edge of forever
dance 'til the dawn of the dead
challenge the greatest endeavor
say what no other has said

 Somewhere a message is waiting
somewhere a child wants to know
too many days of debating
time to get ready and go

Ticking,the clock keeps on ticking
slipping like sweet sugared time
look at the choices you're picking
mourning to night in a rhyme

Out of your window tommorow
waits for no maiden nor man
burn off the mists of your sorrow
ALIVE,now at last!
make a plan.

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Day's Diary

O friends forgive my hiatus that I wandered away
I miss the poetrysoup, and here is my life's lay.

My soul has come to rest at a dismal place
Where the winds no longer ripple the sea
The calmness of the water is not for grace
The screaming storm was much better to me
But I have learnt to bide my time
To keep my shadow away from the hot sun
And carry the cross for history's crime
The doldrums dawdles wherever eyes may run.

Hence I am kept imprisoned from the soup
Of poetry, and friends my eyes long to caress
And walk in sorrow beyond the ken of group
Beyond the meter brimming in my breast
I carry my song with a hope eternal and strong
I carry it like river collecting from its frets
And O companions how my bondage soul long
To sip your teas and dance your soft minuets.

A man should not be broken so by the poverty
Of the times, should not be stripped of all he earned
Should not have to let house go for misery
Should not for bread and shelter in old age yearn
These are evil times that strip the soul of all
Yet will not concede my hope, nor trade my dream
Pride is all I have to dilute the taste of gall
And songs to sing when my diminished days would scream.

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Beside You

Beside You
     by Amy Swanson  June, 2007

When your burden's heavy
    I will share the load...
And when your heart is breaking,
    My hand is here to hold.

When your life is upside down
     With sadness creeping in
I will be a listening ear
      A comfort and a friend.

When everyone you've trusted in
       Turns and runs away
My love will give you strength
       Carry you through each new day.

And when the night becomes too dark
        So that you cannot see...
Know that by your side
         Is where you will find Me.


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Keep The Faith

A mother's job is to shelter.
A mother's job is to care.
It's my pleasure to do these things for you,
and enjoy the life we share.

Problems may surround us
and try to keep us down.
But, I will never give up the faith
on the love that we have found.

Our family is precious.
To me, there is no end.
Not only are you my children,
You also are my friends.

I know you will be happy.
I know you'll set your mind
to go after the success in life
only a good person can find.

Don't let them tell you different.
Don't let them break your stride.
Don't let their hatred hurt you. have pride.

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Happy Father's Day Todd

It feels like I have known you
for my entire life.
I truly started living
when I became your wife.

You've taught me what true love is
by opening your heart.
My love for you is immeasurable.
It's been growing from the start.

I watch you with our children.
The love shown on your face.
You show them all such tenderness
as you guide them into place.

If I could choose the perfect man,
you'd be the only one.
You're dependable, and reliable,
but you're also tons of fun!!

You help to teach our kids what's right
and guide them through this life.
I have to tell you once again...
I love being your wife!

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My Reason to Kneel

My eyes opened at sunset to witness the dawn
God opened the curtains to show me the day
The nature provided, highlighted by the sun
Told me to be grateful as I knelt down to pray

I went to bed praying that if I should rise
Let the sun on my brow, be the day’s start
For when I awakened, to my surprise
T’is not on my brow, but was there in my heart

God gave me a gift of scents and of scenes
He allowed me the joy of greeting the new day
So now I have learned what love really means
So each morning I rise, I will kneel down and pray

I will give thanks to the One who gave us the gifts
I will give thanks that He allowed me more time
I will give reverence to the power that forever lives
As the power is yielded when He makes the day mine

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Never Stop

(Dedication to a very dear friend) 

When things don't seem to go your way and the load 
You carry now is so heavy to bear one single day more 
That's when you feel like you may be just falling down 
And realize that things are taking its toll like never before 

Bear in mind, that you can always depend on Him and me too 
You can always stop and push all of your troubles away 
And leave behind all your cares and your woes any time too 
Just try to find some sort of joy and happiness in every single day 

Concentrate a little harder in every thing that you do,the choice is yours, 
Focus and reach all your goals, take the walk, right to the top! 
Start today by fighting, and reaching out, for a better tomorrow 
Achieve and make every single one of your "dreams" come true and never stop! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 

June 13, 2009 

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Winter Attacks

Winter enters on the back of a puma
Speeding into the deep valley for a kill
Eyes affixed on its prey for devouring
As victims saw in its eyes, the thrill

The waiting prey is smart but so weak
As unprepared does it seem to always be
But this season, with hope, it’ll escape
By climbing the mountains high to be free

Lest not be overcome with the attack
The snow would surely ravage the prey
Move, prepare, don’t sit so idly by
If you see it coming, get out of the way

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Made up of syllables, of numbered lines
Of imagery and rhyme
The many styles of poetry serve well
To fill my time

So many to appreciate
Those on which, we rely
Pick one out, let it flow
Come on, give it a try

There’s a Cento where you copy lines
From many poems before
There’s a Lanturne with a syllable count
But, has just lines of four

Try a Diatelle or Rictameter
Where lines ascend and go reverse
Try a Pensee or Clorgymach
What ever quenches thirst

There’s a Butterfly, a pretty form
That has a syllable count
There’s a Markette, too, that you should try
So see what it’s about

Get out there, expand your mind
Learn now, a varied style
Then you will be writing more
So much, to give a smile

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The Homeward Call

The swallowtail butterfly defying all distance
Hold its course against the sun
And seek through space a migrant's chance
Of flying to the land of its birth

The hornbill turtle tunneling its watery way
Swim against the tidal flow
To find the distant shore of sand or bay
That popped it from egg to air

And I have seen between spring and winter
The birds from the north homing
Through the crimson evening ere the shutter
Of night falls upon their way

And I here, my eyes beyond the distant sea
Like all creatures before me know
There is a place of birth, a golden memory
And when he calls then I shall go.

Home is where the heart goes yearning
For forgotten treasures now bright
To home at evening my wings stealing
Carry me safely through the night. 

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Our Differences

Have you ever noticed
how some people look away?
They turn their head and watch the ground
untill you walk away.

What is it they're afraid of?
What is it that they see?
Don't they know we're all alike?
We're all HIS family.

The peace I need is hard to find
in a world so torn by hate.
Why can't we see things eye to eye?
Is it that hard to relate?

The differences we share
make each of us unique.
Then why is it when we look around
the world just seems so bleak?

If ever you should pass me
please hold your head up high.
I may not know just how you feel
but I promise I will try.

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Out by the wall; scattered seeds of my youth
fighting to grow against the wind.
And out in the distance; perched, two upon the gate,
The bluebirds begin to sing:

Take me to the castle garden
where the sun forever covers the plants,
where darkness never enters
and where all the people dance.
Take me to the castle garden,
the place you enter in your dreams,
where loved ones lives are never ending.
Reality; stems from your dreams

Now, I remember walking hand in hand
with my father, to the lake.
In his eyes, I could hear him saying
hearts are never made to break.

But, now, now that I am a man
I finally realize
those important words he was saying
when I looked into his eyes:

Take me to the castle garden
where the sun forever covers the plants,
where darkness never enters
And where all the people dance.
Take me to the castle garden,
the place you enter in your dreams,
where loved ones lives are never ending.
Reality; stems from your dreams

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Slow Down!

It seems that no one takes his or her time anymore,
as if they are always in a race.
Too bad, they will never appreciate the finer things 
if they do not slow down their pace.

Life is hard enough without trying to win 
so stop and take time for yourself today.
You will then realize that the true competitor
was you all along, defeated anyway.

So remember the next time you try to rush through
that no one, against you, will run.
Your life will be better, with time better spent,
as you will have time for some fun!

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My Rock

You are my rock, my savior.
Without you I would die.
I can't imagine life alone.
I couldn't even try.

You make each day worth living
with your jokes and goofy ways.
No matter how messed up life gets,
you're the one who always stays.

I never worry you'll leave me.
I know your not that kind.
I'm sure that I could search the world
but a better man I'd never find.

I thank God for sending you to me.
I hope I am deserving.
I'm letting you read my thoughts of you
and yes, it IS self serving!

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Thank-You Garden

The garden is producing food
as we go about our day.
Without so much as a thank-you
this garden goes away.

While in full swing, we pick it's fruit
and never look back.
We haul it in as if it's loot
that fills our empty sack.

One day I'd like to thank-you
for the goodness you provide.
I hope I'll have the time to
but time passes like the tide.

No matter what you're thinking
I appreciate your care
Maybe you're just a garden,
but I'm sure glad you're there!!

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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

On my trip across the land
I could only marvel at the gifts from God's hand,
He entrusted them to man
This once perfect virgin land.

What I saw made me cry
For Perfection was no longer nigh
The rolling hills of lush green land
Had now been turned into blow sand

And why did man abuse this gift
Because of greed, you get my drift
And just why did man have this need?
Because of Satan and his seed.

One day man will have to pay
As hunger takes the lives away
And God stands at the Gate
To welcome those who lost to fate.

Only when man returns to God
Will this begin to heal the sod
When Satan's day on earth is through
Will the world begin anew?

When will man begin to see
The world as it is today
Can naturally return
To what it was like yesterday

The ice age became a desert  scene
and eventually again it did turn green
Man was not then in nature's plan
Only the Master's Hand

The Knowing who study history
And blame man for the O zone  threat
Forget that eons ago 
There were no men to cause this yet

This piece of land was connected to that
And only split off after a spat
Now I hear the world was never flooded
Only the place where Noah resided

Who can they blame then?
The Dinosaurs for smoking coal
Or the volcanos that blew their smoke
Or the camels and Rhinos in former ice fields?

No, this is no joke
The earth is the earth as in eons past
It decays and rebuilds
As set down by His Will.

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The Crucifix

I have it hanging in my house
To be there to remind
That love was given freely by
He, we should seek and find

Propped so carefully on the wall
I love to see it, I’m so proud
I display it there for all to see
Revere His name out loud.

It isn’t just a token to be seen
Nor an adornment for the room
But a symbol; hope, strength and love
By his rising from the tomb

Let it be said, He gave his love
By his dying, He gave it all
So when you look upon it now
See, it’s your faith upon the wall

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Dream's Recipe

No ponderings will make them true
Nor wishes can conceive
For bringing dreams to life for you
You first have to believe

Not casting spells, nor magic dust
Brings life to all your dreams
Take the initiative, which is a must
And give life to your schemes

To rest on laurels is such a waste
Time should be better spent
Bite from life and take that taste
For that which life is meant

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Reaching Eden

There in the garden of our birth
lies truth. Behold the light.
From where we came with granted love
is where began the plight.

As children of the created two,
who ventured then to Nod,
our lives determined at our birth
with days lived out to plod.

To get back to the garden is
the existing goal we seek.
It’s promised to the down trodden,
the humble and the meek.

You won’t inherit it one day
as the birthright, is His grace.
But, if you try to live as planned
then you may reach the place.

Keep Eden in your heart and soul.
Remember, it’s the prize.
Keep goodness there within you, too
You’ll then see Eden through your eyes.

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Brain Power

I live to train my left and right brain,
release the poor from their pain

And tell the selfish world of men,
the life they live is insane

The system that we live in,
so divided and so vain

I wish that I could change it all
with little work and strain

Today's the day I fight for,
what no one else attained

So everyone can follow me,
live free from selfish gain

I hope that they will see me
as a servant and a leader

Ans say I was a poet,
a writer, and a reader.

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A Reason

It is with awe, I look to the evening sky.
Stars are bright in the infinite heavens,
Illuminating, naturally, the valley below,
Leaving me in awe of nature, its presence.
Stars are bright in the infinite heavens
Hanging lovely above my head this eve
I look to the sky, feeling a presence
Of warmth…of comfort… all to believe.
Illuminating, naturally, the valley below
Seeing out in the distance, a town fast asleep
Shadows obscuring, soft lights set aglow
This moment of serenity, is mine to keep.
Leaving me in awe of nature, its presence
I thank the dear Lord for this wonderful gift.
Sharing the night, just gazing in wonder
Is a reason for being, a reason to live.

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The flowers bloom in light of day
After being fed by nighttime skies
The beauty’s offered for mankind
Behold with senses, nose and eyes

The wafting fragrance on a breeze
Set from the source, upon this earth
Supports the feeling that all is good
Celebrating each new day’s rebirth

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Move in for the Kill

And to the captives, I now free your souls
Run free into the night with arms spread apart
Realize, you can be regained and someone else’s
So think with your heads and not with your hearts.

I freed you for feelings, the goodness I get
When doing what is right and not so wrong
I freed you for love, the sound of harmony
As depicted by two who share in one song.

If by chance you return into the bonds
Of another that only wishes to ever control.
Let not them contain, control and maintain
But take back from them, that which they stole.

You take, then you have the upper hand
Make them subservient to your wishes and will
Make them see the strength of your hearts
And surprise them fast when moving in for the kill.

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Cloudless nights, as moon shines on
Turbulent seas, with tumultuous roar
The echoing sounds of aquatic depths
Called upon me to descend and explore

Goggles in tact, apparatus on back
I witnessed a world beneath the sea
With lives unaffected by the world above
I learned from the fish, it’s just better to be

Aimlessly on, they all appeared to go
With instinct, however they lived their lives
Grateful I am to have witnessed the beauty
That’s enjoyed, when one descends for a dive

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Inspire Yourself

Sometimes it feels as if from thin air,
But other times it never shows.
Where the next idea is to come from?
No one truly ever knows.

Sometimes it’s divine, subliminal thought,
But other times it hurts the mind.
In any case, all we certainly know
Is that inspiration’s the hardest to find.

Like the ink in the quill, soon to run dry,
The mind, too, can enter a void.
Be careful not to linger within that realm
For the poet gets quickly annoyed.

To escape the power of the uninked write
Just put your paper under the pen.
Let it all flow, regardless of thought
And the poet will show his face again.

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Oh What a Night

Shepherds traveled, their only  map a star.
The Angels gave a concert from above.
Wise Men came bearing gifts, to the Christ Child.
God's gift to mankind. Born in a manger, sweet gift of Love.

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The Smile You Give

While walking on to work this day
I dared to take a gander
At the many faces passing me,
Who, quickly on, meandered.

When, without notice, one looked back
And surely gave me a smile
Then, my tired feet relaxed
And felt could go a mile.

You see, that’s all we need to do,
It’s recognize each other
Give to them that which you want
The love of one another.

So take this truth today and hold it
Near and to your heart
Keep in mind the smile you give
Will give another a start.

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Traveler in the Snow

White is the snow,
When winter comes,
As I look, I know,
My face, it numbs.

As I walk through the white,
And it wraps me like a ring.
How I long for the sight,
Of the beautiful spring.

My brain swims around,
And my hands feel numb,
I can’t make a sound,
So Heaven, here I come.

Then all of a sudden,
When my throat gets tight,
My body has deadened,
And there’s a beautiful light.

No more agony,
And no more pain,
In Heaven I am happy,
With Jesus again!

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Angels work

They love high places angels do
For they have no fear of falling.
From heaven high they perch anew
Singing hymns the angels are calling.

From loftily perches they see much beauty
Man's bald head and crusty souls.
I am sure they enjoy their heavenly duty
In Gods creation -the world in whole.

When angels fly from their heavenly seat
They buzz around man's business.
The very young they are charged to keep
From the devil's clutch and sickness.

So it's from heaven that angels descend
Winds of fate they help to steer.
Watching over God's sweet children
And so angels calm our childlike fear.

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From the Wreckage

From the wreckage of the past comes a new beginning,
The willingness to stand and fight against the wind.
Anything overpowering will now be the weaker.
My past will be gone and so will my sins.

What got me to this point I care not to really remember
Here I am now, however, gazing at a new bright sun.
This world shall be mine, I say to you, strongly,
Believing in myself, for I will always be number one.

Be assured, I will not abandon those friends from my past,
But I have to forget all of the darkness, those sorrows.
Look at me now, friends, as I stand so strong and proud
Unwavering in the winds, with dreams of better tomorrows.

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The Poet's Dance

You have me at an advantage
You know all the features of my aging face
You calm me with your conversation
while you wrap me in rhythm and spin me with grace
We always stay deep in the shadows
dancing the dance of two souls in the night
You string me with pathos and cling to my hand
while you delicately hide your eyes from my sight
You cover my gossamer glow
with petals dipped velvet in words
You pardon my errors in a poet's empath
and crying a river ensues
So I give you the song, the advantage
I bow to the shadows which cradle your skin
I wish to be always beside you
Your fragile spun muse, hidden solace, within...

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Just Me

I'm not the "Scum from Swartz Creek".
I'm not the "Geek from Gaines".
I'm not the "Brat from Byron",
but the stigma still remains.

I've worn so many labels
and I've lived up to them all.
Refuse to be on display.
I just can't take the fall.

If what you see is ugly,
or just not what you'd be,
try to see how important it is
that you be you and I be me.

I'm not the Scum from Swartz Creek.
I'm not the Geek from Gaines.
I'm not the Brat from Byron,
but the stigma still remains.

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Jonji and the Mountain

Chipping at the slate heart
carving colors pure
Underneath your hard despair
one thing is for sure
You are built on mountains
You are set in streams
You possess the grandeur
of a million triumph dreams
Snapping back your heart strings
cold and frozen stiff
Underneath your marble polish
you still glow within this gift
You are precious to me
You are whole and sound
You denote the pinacle
of breaking solid ground
Wincing at the truth dance
carved and chipped so pure
I find you climbing up from pain
a mountain you've endured.

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The Awakening

the truth lies within me
and yet I know not why
I fidget and I fumble
fall to My knees and cry

skeletons clamor and stumble
over My demise
wicked vexed undaunted
last roll of the die

ire tears sear through Me
lips curse a weighted sigh
stripped illusions rape
My dreamless, ebony sky

on shattered bent knee
I succumb to Him on High
fragile diamond, jealous rose
on bruised thorns I lie

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My Son's Day

Never was I so proud of him
as I was upon that day
when he stood up on his own
and drove the competitors away.
It showed, the work paid off
and his efforts not in vain.
My son had proven to his dad
that he could work through pain.
You see, there was a time
when, he was pushed around.
The bullies had a field day
and knocked him to the ground.
I am thankful that he took his time
and he did not try to race.
Because of all his patience
he was able to take first place.
Now, when he walks out his door
full of glory and of pride
he knows that he can kick their butts
and from those bullies he won’t hide.
So he again has proven
he could stand and take the foes.
I am proud and awful thankful
He had studied Tae Kwon Doe.

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Give Life a Whirl!

In the blink of an eye, all life, it can change
The world as we know it can be no more.
The choices of man, vain and deranged
Destroy all the chances at what was in store.

React not to the idol ramblings of man
But rather, act upon thought and with heart
Let not time nor man destroy your efforts
Don’t let others’ cruel words tear you apart.

It is by observation I see and now say
Just enjoy everything, but mostly be you.
Into your life, let many others enter and stay
Into their lives, just be there and remain true.

With earnest, my intention, it serves to inspire
So, you can be more and take in the world.
Accept the bad with the good and dare judge not
Forget all consequence and give life a whirl!

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While daydreaming through the park
One day, I came upon a scene
Children harassing an elderly man
Times changed, they’re so mean.
Don’t they know or even care
That one day, they’ll be that man
Then they’ll think about what they did
And regret not offering him a hand.

Further down the path I went
Noticed some families by a stream
Blankets and food sprayed about
Pictures of perfection, what a scene!
A child running with a kite
The father, there, just standing by
Ready to jump if the child cried
Allowing growth, the child to fly.

Two different scenes I saw this day
And was able to come to a conclusion;
The family unit is strong and sound
And provides without confusion.
Questions, at times, we may all have,
But family is there for us in every way
Offering, teaching and guiding us well
Making us look forward to each new day.
A future they give us, with morals to use
So, we all can make better choices.
Stand up today and thank your family
Let them hear your loving voices.

Give back today, what tomorrow may not allow.
Always be grateful for that opportunity, the time.
One day they may be gone, but you will have learned
That through your family, your life will be fine.

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In Good Company

Upon the highest mountain top
Within the deepest sea
Next to the apple that just dropped
The Lord remains with thee
Despite the solitary view possessed
And the day’s unbearable fee
He comes to share in your duress
Although you cannot see

Just let your heart know that He’s there
Accept that true; it’s gold
For He’s with you, He’s everywhere
You’re forever in His hold
So, when you feel you can’t go on
That the day’s given you the knee
Head up, dear friend, you’re not alone
The Lord remains with thee

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Sky Bright

Quickly the rain had fallen from the blackened clouds
As the children all scattered for the need to stay dry
They all were safe and had gotten from harms way
To the cars they had run, with never a question why

On the baseball field here, lightning can strike quick
We knew, at this point, we had to call off the game
No one was sorry, as the first two innings were played
But I stood there hoping and wondering just the same

It then just stopped, as quickly as it had started
Where in the distance, for me, there was a surprise
Something I had never seen before, so strong and clear
But a rainbow so bright had appeared before my eyes

Others were saying there were two lapped in the sky
Being colorblind I could never see the ones subdued
But this night, as the sun was yet to descend
I witnessed a bright miracle, as it came into view

I couldn’t tell you the colors, there, that I saw
I could only say that it was a beautiful sight to see
This, my friends, is truth as it happened just last night
Now, I hope it will appear again one day just for me

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Sunday's Sermon

To use one’s hand to touch a heart
Is to caress one’s inner being
To let them know that you are there
That kindness is never fleeing.

To sing a song, deaf ears can hear
To prepare the food for others to taste
To provide them warmth on bitter days
To allow, not time to waste.

To do these things, not seek reward
Your reward’s found in the giving
Waste not your time and grieve a loss
But focus on the living

It’s now that we all need your touch
Of our lives, please be a part
Reach out your hands to one another
And learn to touch a heart.

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Be Prepared

Whispers in the blackened night
Tell me of oncoming danger.
I must take heed, be ready to fight
The advances of the coming stranger.

He comes with a mission, intent to kill;
Take my life, all for his pleasure.
Why would he do it, what is his will?
I must prevent it, at all measure.

I am but a victim, an innocent, here,
Somehow I was sent a warning.
My mind had spoken, must shed all my fears
And be ready, I must be disarming.

When predator comes, I’ll be ready, I will.
He won’t get the drop on me.
I won’t be of the many that he had killed.
For I’ll be the last one he’ll see.

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Declaration of Faith

When our forefathers came and settled this land
with dreams and aspirations,
a declaration of faith, in their fellow man,
was devised to serve the nation.

Men, with dreams, they stepped up and fought for cause
to make the country better.
They banded together and stood strong, under God,
and eventually signed the Letter.

On parchment, was written, in ink, red with blood,
all starting, with one sentence.
For freedom attained, through death and for love,
of the country’s independence.

Significant battles had measured the length they would go
to just be able to be free.
Believing, under God, for good and through faith
they’d get their liberty.

Today, when all speak of the love of their nation
and choose to fight for good,
take God with you, as He was there at this country’s birth,
make Him a part, as we should.

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We can learn so much from nature,
the animals here at play.
Live, love and have fun.
Enjoy each and every day.
But, never forget the others
when in their time of need.
Treat them as you would be treated,
on your food, let them feed.
Man, always like an animal,
tends to stay with his own.
So for those tired and sickly,
let them reap what you have sewn.
Help the poor and down trodden
to get upon their feet.
Give a smile to everyone,
the people that you meet.
Share a glass of wine or two.
Keep family by your side.
Your clan will grow like the lions there
into a flourishing pride.

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Sit as a Family

The challenge of a dinner
To sit the family
Is one that’s ever going
Worth it though, you see

For if you come together
To have a daily meal
Conversation then comes in
With lives to be revealed

Share in daily banter
To learn about each day
Values will develop
Help children on their way

So take the time to listen
Make the time to speak
Enforce the time to sit and share
Make family strong, not weak

By enforcing conversation
Your children’s values grow
Share with them your days spent
Teach everything you know

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Each Day

Each day, a new beginning,
the sun will start the day.
The breeze that glides so surely by
helps me along the way.

To forever see you smiling
Is like sunshine for to see
The hint of laughter in your voice
Is morning happiness to me.

The thoughts of you these mornings,
Lift my spirits to great heights
They get me through my lonely days
And make me eager for the nights.

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Hand Upon My Shoulder

That hand upon my shoulder 
Was always there for me 
It’s always there when needed 
It’s not a hand you see. 

For the hand upon my shoulder 
It descends there from above 
Is the hand of the almighty 
It shows me how to love. 

It pushes me when needed 
Consoles me when I’m low 
Strengthens me when weak 
It sets my heart a glow. 

For the hand upon my shoulder 
Is also there with you 
I see it in your actions 
It is in everything you do.

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Four Letter Word

If love were just a four letter word
Then the act would turn quite mundane
No need for talking or living out dreams
It would drive a man insane.

If love were just a four letter word
Then life would become a bore
One, two, three – then it’s done
This man would want some more.

If love were just a four letter word
With meaning defined by the heart
Then I, for sure, would practice that
And to it, be a part.

So, love is just a four letter word
But with meaning all should know
Let it be a part of everyday life
Let it flourish, let it grow.

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Why fear the ghosts of those who passed?
I ask you, were they not family or friend?
If loved ones were to come one day back,
wouldn’t it be good to see them again?
There’s no danger, ever, from those you loved.
They returned just to say a few things.
Don’t run in fear while screaming aloud!
Listen to the message that they bring.
Perhaps they came to shed some light.
Perhaps they came just in order to say,
that they can see you from where they are
and you better just change your ways.
Ghosts are just those memories
that manifest themselves over time.
For, if you believe, I mean really believe,
it isn’t just all in your mind.
I, too, have spoken with those who have passed.
They had come with a message from above.
They told me that I should not ever worry
and just take care of those that we love.
There really is a better place, they said,
that we all can look forward to see.
They will go back and prepare us room.
There would be no better place to be.
The next time a ghost appears before you,
take the time to listen and truly hear.
For will be a message that they will bring,
from a person you once held so dear.

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To Dreamland

From where the winds start on their course
My mind, it wanders there, across the seas
For inspiration’s found there, it has a source
As thoughts consume thereby controlling me

My mind is so lucky to have this great place
Where dreams override reality through word
There, yes, I have the image of love’s face
I also have a voice, which is so clearly heard

Alas, I go there when my time does permit
For I have peace there, to dreams I submit

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My Alacrity

I smile in the rain, though grey and wet
I smile in the snow, though bitter cold
I smile in the heat, though dry with thirst
I smile all the time, though getting old

I smile with a tune, which plays in my head
I smile at those jokes, when told aloud
I smile when alone, because alone I am not
I smile because I am simply allowed

You cannot suppress it, the smile I have
Two dimples, red cheeks, set all aglow
I smile because I can, because I do choose
I smile a lot and I want it to show

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Past Perception

It is with eyes that we as people, see
Not ever seeing what truly lies below
It is with ears that we as people, hear
But it’s with our hearts that we will truly know

Look not at a person, seeing the clothes worn
Look not and see the car they own or drive
Hear not the ramblings of an upset person
Look and listen hard to why they are alive

To perceive, I think is a downfall of mankind
As we never really thrive to learn what’s true
We seldom sit and try to understand what’s right
That’s where one would lose the site of you

For we must not look with the eyes, though they see
For we must not hear with the ears, though they hear
To not judge, nor be confused, to know the real you
We need to see and hear with hearts, get past fear

Fear is the guide that stops us from knowing
Fear is the lock that keeps us in one place
Perceive not, for then they are just opinions
Look down deep within, beyond one’s face

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Like a Tree

Like the strongest tree, I have my roots
From which all of me has grown
They stand firmly planted within the ground
From the seeds my parents have sewn.

From the ground, I grew with pride
Over all of my accomplishments
I reached real high to touch the sky
And ignored all discouragements.

Now, in the spring and in the summer, too,
I blossom and I thrive
In the fall and winter months, though dormant
I’m quiet, but alive.

So, like the tree, providing so many things
I say to those who stand so near
I’ll stand here proud and stay here strong
Because my roots are always here.

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Offering Hope

Be it a life of eternal eclipse
Or be it submerged in the sea
Smile, just once, to brighten the world
For your life to better be

Be it a day so fused with haze
Or be it of torrential rain
Allow your heart to grow in love
And subdue then all your pain

Alive and breathing, to see, to hear
Please know, you’re truly blessed
So, be it a day that seems the worst
Well, make it then, the best

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The Tale of Mickey D

I wish to tell you now my friends
the tale of Mickey D.
He found himself alone one day
on a boat adrift at sea.
He called to those who would listen;
those within the sound.
And let me tell you now, my friends,
This is what he found.

He found that…
Guilt is an anchor that weighs you down.
Lying can do that to you, too.
Forget your eyesight, 
trust what you can’t see
and answers will be given to you.
Alone on a boat is a terrible thing
or on an island, too.
There’s always someone there to hear
and in return, speak to you.
The thing to do is open your heart,
not so much your ears.
And a voice will be heard to guide you home
and drown away your fears.

So, listen my friends, to the lesson he gives.
He knows of what he’s saying
It’s time to open up your heart 
And get on your knees and start praying!

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Two Halves (A Whole)

Love is very simple
It’s an easy thing to do
What’s difficult is trusting
As that’s when love is true

Giving of one’s self to someone
Is in itself, reward
Truly, though, to make it great
You must find shared accord

See, work things through together
If it’s as one, then one shall be
So, reach out to the other
Else the distance set’s you free

Distance isn’t physical
It’s the space that two permit
Grab now, the relationship
To make your two lives fit

It’s all communication
In the things we say and do
So work it out, talk it out
Speak of what’s in you

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It's Me Alone

It is myself that holds me back
No other can be blamed
For my own actions are my choices
My life is mine, so named
I cannot sit and point the finger
To blame then for my fall
I must stand up and take the action
To go on through that wall

No boundary now can hold me back
Nor wall withstand my force
I am determined to forge ahead
I’ve finally found my course
Accountability, now is just mine
Through all the bad and good
The finger now points back at me
I am doing as I should

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Upon the falling leaf
There exists a little ant
Falling slowly to the earth
Held within His hand

Out, in a darkened jungle
From a leopard, lemur got away
Helped up to a higher branch
To live at least another day

Somewhere, in a desert
A prairie dog and a snake
The dog had escaped the danger
No life, for serpent to take

Think for just a moment
As to how they got away
There must be someone watching
And helping them on their way.

In life, there is a presence,
Though at times, remains unseen
Isn’t it nice when this presence
Sometimes intervenes?

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Rock Displaced

The sins of man had brought Him here
To carry weight we should have bared
Upon His shoulders He bore it all
For all of us, a love He shared

At birth, His destiny was already cast
He was to travel, fated on His road
To save us all, brothers and sisters
He carried heavily our load

Upon the end of carrying our cross
He met death with prayer and love
He didn’t run, nor dare to fight
With thoughts of God above.

Upon His death, in a tomb He lay
Placed by His mother and others
With prayer for Him, knowing too
He’d return for His sisters and brothers

In the early morn, a discovered sight
The rock at the cave was displaced
By the hand of God, all soon learned
That the fate of man had been graced

He rose! He rose! The savior came
Though some still had their own doubts
Fingers placed inside His wounds
And ascending drew their fear right out

He is the rock of man, the foundation
He is that which we build the church upon
He came and because of His rising
We are graced upon death, by God’s son.

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Despite it All

The sheets, so sheer, on line they hang
So tattered and so frayed
The clothes she wore, so tattered, too
Where from her hands, were made

No money for to buy new thread
Nor have a decent meal
But yet she always smiles to us 
With confidence and zeal

For in her heart, she holds her worth
So valued and protected
So that no man could ever steal
Her dignity, erected

She placed within her bosom strong
Her faith, her love, her light
As happiness stays with her though
To us it seems a plight

So, pride be sin, but yet for her
It gives strength within and grace
And love she had as well as faith
Displayed by smiling face

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Be Free to be Happy

Yes, be who you like, say what you will
I am for you to set you free
Dream what you like, act as you wish
I am here, just for you to be

Allow yourself fantasy, give into flight
If to catch, I will be there
But, if you’d like to take me along
Take my hand to go everywhere

Let me be what you always wanted
Your lover, your friend, your beacon, your joy
I just want to make you ever so happy
I’ll use all in my power and dreams I’d employ

So let yourself go, feel the wind in your hair
Smile as you sense my warm caress
My presence, eternal, this I declare
I offer you life anew without duress

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Blanket the Earth

Like all hands, together, across the wayward planet,
Reaching out, in unity, to touch the endless sky,
Form a forever quilt, a soft warm cozy blanket,
A magnificent tapestry of hope, before our very eyes.

The earth would lay barren if not for the advance of man
But, it will become barren as a result of all they choose.
Spread out the blanket across the entire world and sky
And lay in the comfort of warmth, with nothing ever to lose.

Let this blanket be placed by all with desire and care,
Laying ever so gently, so to snuggle safe and loved, within.
Blanket the earth with a bounty of love and goodness
And like a fine soil, let it bring new life and hope again.

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The Dash

Between the dates of birth and death
We use a symbol, to fill the space.
A dash, so cleverly used to indicate
Time alloted for the human race.

That is the important part, not the dates,
What truly happens in between,
The things we do, the choices we make, 
Where we are and where we’ve been.

See, life is a road on which we travel,
Our bodies are the vehicles in which we ride.
Follow the signs that are carefully posted.
Watch for pedestrians on the side.

Choose wisely the speed that you travel.
Be careful of those turns up ahead.
Be wary of ever changing conditions.
Make sure all road signs are read!

You’ll reach your final destination,
In fact, with so much time to spare.
Assist those broken down on the road
And show how much you care.

When you get to where you’re going
The trip will then have been worth the ride.
Everything you chose, the speed you set,
Is what you did while you were alive.

So remember, your life is the dash,
Within it, you do what’s right and good.
You’ll get to where you’re supposed to go
As you knew you always should.

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Know, that time is constantly moving,
therefore, our time will one day end.
It is, now, that we should be constantly living;
the life is, now, we should defend.
For though tomorrow, there is hope
and even yesterday, it’s now gone.
Today, the day that we all share in,
is the day we should all bask in the sun.
My message is strong, it should be clear now.
Do not forsake the things that you have.
For today is the day you have to enjoy them
before they end up as part of your past.
Remember, now, my friends and family,
there is a life, of which, that we all know
and if, we give it up for tomorrow,
then, within the life we’ll never grow.
We must stand strong, while living today.
We must realize friends and family we have.
We must acknowledge all others around us,
for if not in our present, they’re part of our past.

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Nature, the Teacher

Willows bend with the mighty wind
Oaks crack, tumbling to the earth
Pay attention, nature is teaching us
Lessons to give, since its very birth

Strength is in the willow as it bends
Not snapping like the Oak, so tall
To be flexible is the message for us
Otherwise, one in the winds, would fall

Birds tend to fly south in the winter
Showing instinct to stay safe and warm
Learn from the feathered teachers
Grow with changes, to escape harm

Turtles have a shell to protect them
They hide in it with no words to say
Learn from them, how they are handled
For they live to walk another day

The lion, the mightiest of hunters
Sits still and silently awaits its prey
Take a lesson here from the attacker
Wait your turn, it will come, your day

So look upon nature, the face of the earth
As it serves to teach us all what we need
Watch closely, copy, maybe just use once
With balance, then practice, you’re sure to succeed

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Learn from Him

Cast not the first stone
Judge not, the others
Listen! Stop and learn
We must, my sisters and brothers.
Embrace with heart and arms.
Welcome them with your gaze.
Offer them, His gift to you.
Teach them of He you praise.
Seek not, evil temptations;
Those, so easy to succumb to.
But, resist and offer to others
The lessons He gave to you.
He, though living, was divine;
A solemn inspiration.
If only eyes would turn to Him
To save all the fighting nations.

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One, Two, Tree

No tree, neither wide nor standing tall
Has strength for which to claim
For when winds blow so violently
It falls down just the same

The little sapling stands with pride
Upon the challenge of the winds
No breaking limbs, nor splitting trunk
For the little tree does bend

A smart one of the forest
As strength’s provided young
For as the mighty willow bends
It remains second to none

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Be Honest

Secrets I’m holding are just part of my past
If I open up then they will not last.
Do I keep them bottled deep down inside?
Am I true to myself with feelings I hide?

When I look in mirrors, do I see right through?
Can I see inside of me, or even, can you?
I thought I’m protective, maybe I deceive.
I’d like to think honest, but do I believe?

Fooling myself? No, never can it be!
I’m a fool to myself, which I must see.
To keep feelings hidden, is to be untrue
Not only to myself, but to all of you?

I must now be open, must now come clean.
Time to let the people, all of them that mean
So much in my life. I need them to know
All about me, so our friendship grows.

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Movable Force

The sea churned and spewed forth a mighty roar
As the funnel formed in the not so far distance
I admired the beauty, but feared to the core
As my feet, to stay, offered resistance

T’is just a fool who would stay out this storm
It’s smarter to take shelter or even hide
No, I didn’t want to incur any harm
To where, is what I must decide

To the schools, ah yes, they were built brick by brick
There’s strength in the building, surely it is safe
Though the storm brewed oh, so very thick
As upon me then fell a twenty foot wave

My breath, my heart, I panicked, but yet I tried
I did my best to acquire as much air as I could
Successfully escaping the depths, I then cried
And ran as far away as I knew I then should

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Awake the Dead!

Within the hearts of all mankind
Lies a silent lamenting scream
Gives not to day, nor reality
It only gives to nighttime dream

For man, he sleeps his days away
Though conscious, locked in his head
It’s time to awaken from dormancy
It’s time to awaken the dead

Stand up, arise, give to the day
That, you wish for in your heart
Allow yourself a new realm of life
Give to yourself, a new start

Live free, be free, dream out loud
Be not afraid to do what pleases
Work through hardship, past the pain
Give to yourself new releases

For in life, you’re not alive, if asleep
You must live your days without dread
Alas, awaken from your weary slumber
Come now alive! Awake the dead!

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The Hand From Above

The sun’s rays are like fingers from heaven
reaching to touch all upon the earth.
Just like Him, to keep His hand upon us.
The fingers have been there since birth.
They protect us and feed us and warm us
in times of trouble and hunger and cold.
Though, the fingers that touch us are youthful,
in nature and time, they’re quite old.
Since the beginning of time they’ve been here,
way before we were even a thought.
They’ll still be around, once we have gone,
for others, as we have been taught.
Don’t look to strangers when needs are great.
Do not look to strangers for your love.
If a touch is what you need, anyway,
Then look for the hand from above!

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With His Might

Into the darkness, the horsemen ride on
With plans of attack at the morrow.
The village lay dormant, quiet and true.
Soon, many will fill up with sorrow.

The lust in their eyes, a fury beheld
Will never be quenched by their blood.
But, the innocents, well, they will suffer
As the horsemen ride on, on their studs.

To kill and to plunder, lay waste all the souls
With no meaning behind all their actions
The horsemen ride on into history, though,
And never acquire satisfaction.

They continue on from town to town
With purpose, none, except to kill.
Destroy all in their way, pure simple doom
Blood curdling cries remains their thrill.

But, from the ashes, a child overlooked
Will grow strong in the years yet to come
He will get smart and learn to fight
And send them to Hell, where they’re from.

His days in history will overshadow theirs
For he, alone, holds truth and light
He will become king, to all that wish to serve,
For he represents all, with his might.

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Never Look Back

Two steps ahead of darkness
Three steps ahead of fear
I refuse to look over my shoulder
No, never, not this year

My life, my family, I‘ll stay driven
I have dreams, an ultimate goal
Not for me, but for my family
This year is mine to control

So, into sunshine I’ll stare openly
With no intention to come off track
I’ll keep my eyes set there and focused
To look ahead and not look back

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The Leap

Up and down the spiral staircase
Moving in circles as I go
I know I started, but where, know not
And where I’ll stop, I’ll never know.

A traveled tread, I see reminders.
A riser, kicked, I see my mark.
But why am I forever stepping
Upon this staircase in the dark?

Do we all have a similar staircase?
Leaving us forever in a loop and flow.
Take a leap with me from this staircase
And to far off lands, we’re sure to go!

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Listen Hard

The past can speak louder than the present
For with attention focused, we can hear
Listen hard, look for the lesson
Then move forward, without fear.

We must learn from our fathers before us
As they lived to speak even through the tomb
Listen hard, look for the lesson
To pass it on, to the new, in the womb.

It is not the intention to just live and die
We must share our experiences, findings with all
Listen hard, look for the lesson
Help your children to stand and not fall.

It is with reason, we all need to focus
On the many mistakes made in the past
Listen hard, look for the lesson
For today will be yesterday, time moves too fast.

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Let There Be Light

Upon a cold windowsill,
Sits a beautiful dove.
Ruffled feathers from the chill,
And bitter darkness from above.
Pondering the biggest concern,
Will the tick-top ever stop?
Yet the top shall still turn,
And the ball shall still drop.
The pane becomes frost,
Dim light becomes among.
Although the night may be lost,
Sky's moon is still hung.
Channeling to yellow from blue,
Melting clear shivering ice.
The heavens are coming onto,
Undoing the blackness with precise.

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Let Love Shine

Let love shine like the sun upon your brow
Let the joy of life surround your every tomorrow
Let the hand that touched the earth, touch you now
May you never have a day of sorrow

Let yourself follow the dreams you have longed for
Let it be known to the world, all of your love
Let others into the space you call your very own
May you share with others, these gifts from above

Let not others cast doubt or hatred upon you
Let them say, but continue, yourself, to always be
Let love reign supreme over all your choices
May the world then open its eyes, for you, to see.

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The Eternal Pact

He will reveal all the answers in due time.
The life we lead should mirror that of His.
We will come to know Him, only through Him.
Walk His path and remember all of this.

The life we lead should mirror that of His.
For, His life of torment guides us to the gates.
Follow Him and suffer too, but pray
and know for you, therefore, Heaven waits.

We will come to know Him, only through Him.
So keep your faith when all seems bleak.
He will guide you! Look before you!
He provides all of which you seek.

Walk His path and remember all of this,
living for yourself is a selfish act.
Give of yourself, sacrifice and maybe suffer
to make with Him, the eternal pact.

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A Kind Word Can Make A Difference

A kind word spoken each day
can help the lost find their way
back to the fold of love and peace
back to the joy that God unleashed.
A kind word spoken once or twice
can make the difference in one's life
It can guide them through their troubled times
It can heal their wounds and confused mind.
A kind word spoken to those whom are sad
can change their outlook and make them glad
It can turn their frown into a smile
It can help them through any trial.
A kind word spoken from the heart
can help one make a brand new start
It can help them see things more clearly
It will help them believe God loves them dearly.
A kind word is sent from me to you
This is what God wants us to do.

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Gift Given

Flying on a cloud of white
A vision, there beheld
An angel greeting me in song
With love to fill a well

She comes to me to spread the news
That love is permanent
A gift bestowed from God Himself
This message He had sent

Where, through the angel, thoughts expressed
A messenger of love
I saw the gift from God Himself

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To Write That One

I wish to write a poem, great
One that serves well to inspire
With words selected, choice yet sweet
Perhaps, speak of desire

I wish to write a poem, great
That many would remember
They’d keep it in their hearts and minds
From January through December

I wish to write a poem, great
That would really make my mark
Let it burn like a fire out of control
From my mind, set ablaze with a spark

I wish to write a poem, great
Or maybe one that’s just enjoyed
You can’t become rich writing in verse
That is why I’m still employed

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Its Force

Upon the waking hours of each tomorrow
The sun bequeaths its lovely rays to the earth
Highlighting us in spirit, warmth and inspiration
With new day’s dreams and new chances for rebirth
The grey and dampened clouds become defeated
As the sun’s rapier sharp rays force on through
To reach the very earth, providing heated splendor
And to brighten everything in life and all we do

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No Time Like the Present

There’s no stopping tomorrow from becoming today
So pack up your wishes, just put them away
Now is the time to do all that you’ve dreamed
Start acting on wishes and all of your schemes

Waste not a moment as time goes so fast
Count on each second to make your time last
Be everything you have always wanted to be
Now is the time to make dreams history

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The Call

While walking and thinking of the day to come
I wandered to unrecognized parts.
My mind then drifted, controlled by my fears
While trembling was felt in my heart.
I noticed a person I recognized,
Or rather, I felt that I knew.
A comfort, he gave when he gazed my way.
My fears, suddenly became just few. 
I noticed a building, a steeple, a bell,
The doorway; immense and pristene.
The feeling I got as I went toward the door
was comfort in faith; the unseen.
The man, he greeted me as he did the others,
by name with salutations for all.
Though not knowing him prior, I realized 
just then, from whom I heard the call.

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Sweet Morning's Kiss

As my face was caressed by the gentle morning breeze
The warmth of the sun kissed my very brow
The scent of flowers, fragrance brought me to my knees
As a smile upon my face greeted the here and now

That moment was greater than any other ever wished
It was splendor, a true gift of the morning’s world
It was as if I awakened as the morning gave me a kiss
Letting me know of the sunny day to unfurl

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Birth, Life and Death

 As I was born to pain and grief
To suffer from that moment on
To live my life for self and greed
To spit upon the Savior's throne.

Long past being a foolish boy
That felt love of a happy home
Played, danced and laughed with youthful joy
To leave it all when I was grown.

To build myself into a god
In blinded eyes of only me
I watched it crash into the sod
But only lost my misery.

Into my soul my Master reached
He washed away voracity.
Of His sweet mercy I have preached
His love beyond capacity.

With praise His hour will come to me,
Man cannot lift this gift away.
Only His mercy can this be
To speed me home and there to stay.

Before my eyes, soon I will see
To sit, to wrench my hands and wait.
The beauty of a far off sea
A vision of a pearly gate.

Angels around it perch and sing
Their hymns to Him who heals on high
And as their voices pleasure brings
This is my vision -as I die.

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Love or Lust

I’d  like to teach a lesson to you
You may laugh and question me
My eighteen years have seen enough
To hopefully make you see

Lust, my friend, is pure heat
Some say unbridled passion
Sure is pleasing, to say the least
But should this be the fashion?
It may not hold the bonds we need
To eternally stay as one
It may be there to just deceive
It may be there for fun.
A thief of thoughts, controls our head
and all of our body parts
For if lust exists, as our only tie
Then there’s nothing in our hearts.

Love, my friend, is the foundation
On which we can build our lives
In good and bad, we’ll tackle it all
And do more than just survive
For with love, we share a lust
That desire to be as a one
For, like the lust, the fire blazes
And love, too, brings us fun.
It is what matters, it helps us see
The beauty within us all.
Though, it too hurts, painfully
We’ll always answer it’s call.
Even if we go and separate
Well, love, it will always stay
A staying power, it surely has
And it will outlast the day.
Unlike lust, just through the night,
Or whatever the preference be
Love prevails and will forever win
And lust, well, that’s history.

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Do It!

In the blink of an eye it could all be over
What, then, would you have to say?
Oh, I shoulda, woulda, coulda just won’t work.
You should have stopped to savor each day.

Don’t worry, though, you’re not alone,
Many have failed to fulfill their dreams.
The truth is, a dream can be worked at to achieve
And fantasies, well they remain as they seem.

If your heart is a poet’s, then write.
If with vocal talent, then sing.
If good with color, then paint the world.
Into your life, some joy you’ll bring.

Take advantage of the talent you have
And share with the world, if just for a day.
Let the world know just who and what you are.
Fear not! Put your heart on display.

Take the risks or just enjoy your dreams.
You’ll love that you put yourself through it.
Remember, my friends, fear not reactions!
Just go ahead and do it!

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The Light

When tomorrow comes for me, I will be ready,
Awaiting my turn for promised eternal days.
I am strong in mind and body, strong in virtue.
For He will come to me to show and lead the way.

Awaiting my turn for promised eternal days,
I have always kept true my love for Him, my God.
Never have I spurned nor turned my back upon Him.
Soul is His decision, my body in the sod.

I am strong in mind and body, strong in virtue.
Though, I know tomorrow can even come today.
So, always am I hopeful and ever praying
He sees my love and that I never went astray.

For He will come to me to show and lead the way
And when I am lost in darkness He’s always there.
The true light He guides us by will never falter.
The very love, through His light, remains beyond compare.

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The Walls Before Us

Many sit and just stare at them
Others turn and face away
But walls are there for purposes
That you must find today

There are so many just so drab
No brightness to provide
The people that just look upon
Seem so shy and hide

There are some painted oh so bright
That perk and do inspire
It’s those brightly painted walls
That kindle many a fire

There are some, too, with windows there
To provide a viewer, view
A pristine outlook upon the world
A daily escape so true

Yet others may also have a door
That opens to outside
Those walls offer opportunity
As people then can’t hide

They walk on through, take the day
They enjoy the midday sun
And venture, too, under the moon
To share a life of fun

Whatever wall, that you may choose
Remember, it’s your own
Decide how you wish to view it now
For life, do not postpone

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Lessons to Learn

Speak not in anger, when challenged so.
Speak not in haste, to chance the time.
Speak only truth in a calm, clear voice
Pray for those, who speak out of line.

Listen not, to blind opinions.
Listen not, to those who falsely preach.
Listen not, to the anger of others.
This lesson I offer and so now I teach.

We should not give in to evil’s seduction.
We should not give in to tempestuous ways.
We should not give in to hateful actions
We should stand with strength and learn to praise.

We have been taught these wonderful lessons
By the one who, before us, had lived this way.
When times are tough and you want to give in
Remember, Calvary, the saving day.

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Poet's Power

Tempered steel, a new forged metal
A blade to cut the air, so thick
Words as sharp, with mind adjusted
A tongue that cuts then, to the quick

A poets mind, a source of freedom
Then strength, too, found within the pen
Within the words, a strong armed weapon
That’s ready to strike again and again

Hold back not your words, suppressing your freedom
Let them run freely from the pen to the page
Relax with your thoughts, to express them so clearly
So your words can live on in the new dawn of age

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Stand Up!

Stand up for the right!
Don’t you ever back down!
Don’t give up your fight!
Keep your feet on the ground!

Stand up for the meek!
Stand up and be strong!
Stand up and be counted!
Live free and live long!

All great words of advice,
but all words of choice.
Stand up and be heard,
We can all make one voice!

Stand up for what matters
to be true to your heart!
Stand up and be proud!
Stand up and be part!

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He Speaks

He speaks through tongues, some would say
He spreads His word through many vessels
We are His people, His chosen lot
Into His bosom, we are to nestle

The embrace He gives when we are close
Is of love, encouragement, joy and hope
He provides for all, daily sustenance
Therefore, through it all, we can cope.

Each day and night, I see the proof
He discloses in many, many ways
By a neighbor waving hello one morn
Or even a stranger smiling each day.

The man on the corner who stopped to say hi
The child that offered to go to the store
They are all examples of His speaking to us
He speaks through us all, for sure.

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We're A Part

Sun peeks through green filled trees
Blue birds chirping their happy tune
Morning glory scent, captured on a breeze
Days like this, show beauty, true

One with nature, breathing springtime air
Enjoying God’s creations, amazing view
Bowed in reverence, with a heartfelt prayer
To take it all in, while standing with you

I see the nature, the gifts from above
The beauty of the earth, offered each day
I feel the presence and can feel the love
We’re one with nature, forever to stay

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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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I Saw

It all can change in a single moment
My heart beats faster than before
My life now altered, for the better
I pray for help, forever more

My heart beats faster than before
I saw the planes that ruled the sky
In that moment, the blinding evil
Made me stop and ask Him why 

My life now altered, for the better
Some may ask, why not the worst
I saw the evil, but then saw goodness
For people’s goodness, that we thirst

I pray for help forever more
For we will need it every day
As in this world, forever fighting
We need one light to show the way

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To Be A Fairy

If only I were a fairy, 
then I could just fly away, 
and escape this toxic abyss 
that I’m faced with every day. 
With wings to guide me, 
and a magic wand to cure, 
In my world of fantasy 
there's no pain I can not endure. 
If only I were a fairy 
I could make my life all my own, 
With a bed of flowers and some pixie dust, 
Friends, adventure, mystery... never alone. 
To frolic through the forests, 
and sing out loud with glee 
A chance to go back to being 
a small child, entirely free. 
To be amongst the fairies 
All you've gotta do is believe, 
Rest your eyes and begin to dream, 
Imagine the wonders you can achieve!

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