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Prayer

This morning I woke up and bend my knees
To enter the highest of holy place
Here from my Patmos to see the Shekinah seas
And taste the eucharist of grace.

I am praying man, for prayer is the only eye
I have to see the things unseen
The promise of choral trumpets in the sky
When from this life I am weaned.

Sometimes day's burden invisible gets heavy here
Until I lift my prayer up
When suddenly cares like clouds disappear
From the proffered cup.

O I bend my knees to give HIM thanks, to ask
For favors for my friends
And in HIS peace awhile with HIM to bask
Till blessing for my children descends.

I pray for country too, and strangers far unknown
That they for therapy could shake
Some compassion from compassion's throne
And know the joy I have awake.


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That Still Small Voice

In still small voice you spoke to me
And whispered oh, so earnestly
“Be careful, child, this will not do
You wander far for pastures new…

Be careful, child, I know your heart
I know what lies in every part
Your longings only I can fill
And yet you go; I whisper still

Come back to me and be at peace
With me your every storm will cease
My child, you are my precious one
Why choose the night and not the SON!”

You spoke to me in a still small voice
But I still longed to make the choice
I wanted to feel wildly free
The one I hurt was only me

Yes, I got hurt when I denied
The truth you spoke, and so I cried
To keep me safe, you placed a hedge
You promised love in blood tinged pledge

The still small voice, I didn’t heed
My heart left bare to scar and bleed
And yet you whisper sweet to me
“I’m still here child, to set you free.

So long ago, I came to earth
You’ll soon be thinking of my birth
I left all heaven, just for you
I had to prove my love was true”

Your still small voice I can now hear
And though I’ve wandered, you are near
I hear you whisper to my heart
Lord, hold me close and never part

Eileen Manassian


Two key verses play a part in this prayer. One is a thought that I touched on in previous writes. God puts a hedge around those whom He loves to protect them...We sometimes choose to break down that hedge, and we suffer the consequences. 

Psalms 13: 5 - 6
You have hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it.


Another thought is about how God speaks to us. He speaks to us through nature, though other believers, through His word, and sometimes...its that small voice that whispers in our ear. That's how it was with the prophet Elijah. He was afraid and was in hiding. God had plans for him. 

1 Kings 19:11-13New International Version (NIV)

11 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.”

Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”


The King James Version mentions...a still small voice. Yes, He still speaks to us...but do we listen? 


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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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A Ripple In Time

An angel kissed a ripple
Onto a glassy sea
And in that very instant
A baby came to be

A hundred times she kissed it
A hundred thousand more
Each time the troubled surface
More troubled than before

The ripples started crossing
And people crossing too
In time made each their ripple
Like as that ocean blue

So here is my petition
Oh Jesus, hear my plea!
That all my parting wavelets
Be marked in time for Thee


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Temptation

I'm bombarded by temptation 
So many delectable treats
Yet all the things that I desire
Are not just things that I can eat

As I watch my Television
I see the lives I'd like to lead
My life seems so ordinary
Temptation, says that's what I need

To live in exotic places
Wield power like a magic stick
Lost in erotic images
Dissatisfaction is her trick

Temptation, she's so alluring
As these thoughts they assault my mind
With great skill she wields her power
Yet it's my heart that makes me blind

In the end she's not my master
With God's strength I can look away
Those things that looked delectable
Seem less alluring when I pray


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Choose 2000 Gods or Free Will

Eeney meany is what I will say
Which God shall I pray to today
It all depends on how I fee
And which one gives the better deal..


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FORGIVE ME


I have learned the hard way that people aren't always what they seem,
They look you in the eye, shake your hand, then take you to the cleaners.
It's been many a year that I have thought on this theme,
Ever since I was one of those who got caught by these schemers.

It would not be so bad if we could just open our eyes to see,
That they have no ones interest in anything but their own.
Perhaps that is the way it was and always will be,
At least until we have had that experience in our lives sown.

It is difficult to learn to trust anyone who comes to you,
Since you now look at everyone with a skepticism and mistrust.
But, there is one hope in all of this to take away that jaded view,
A hope that has always lain before us in the dust.

It was preached to us in many a form and style,
The Bible, Koran, other great works of religious zeal.
We have had the words written down for quite a while,
Yet, I wonder if those of us who read them really feel.

The great commandment to love God with your whole being,
Has been a message that comes through the ages.
And to love one's neighbor as you do yourself has more meaning,
Only if we try...for this is the yardstick by which the Lord gauges.

As for those who take advantage of others who cannot see,
I feel sorrow for them...for they have lost touch with life.
They may have great wealth, or possessions, or think they're happy,
But the Lord will meet out His justice to them for causing others strife.

As for me, it seems I have been on a long journey and I'm tired,
Tired of watching these villains prey and profit on the ones with naivete and weakness.
Preying on the young, the old, the sick, and those who aspired...
I was once a victim, but have now can only offer forgiveness.

It has taken a long time for me to reach this end,
As I once was so consumed by the sting of the hurt and anger.
On reflection, the only one who was hurt by my not wanting to mend,
Was me...my loved ones...my family...places where I no longer linger.

I write this now because it seems a necessity for me,
To express my feeling and thoughts on a life that was truly dead.
And to you who read this I have but one plea,
Say a silent prayer for my forgiveness from the Lord, when you bow your head.


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I can can see for miles

I hoped that bird could have stayed,
It’s cloaked behind decisions I’ve made.
A few feathers and sand, the price is paid,
As they slip away the memory fades…

One of the feathers I use to write.
It grants me vision where there was no sight.
A beacon to guide me out of the night,
I shall squeeze by, though it’s rather tight…

The words it reveals become part of me,
These sunken eyes still can see.
With a wing and a prayer I shall be,
The words in turn shall set me free…

One day I wish and hope to fly,
Sometimes the moment just passes by.
I know that I must, so I will try,
This is when I soar through the sky…

Meanwhile time passes through my fingers.
Everything’s gone only a little taste lingers.
Still with my friends I can’t help but smile.
From way up here, I can see for miles…


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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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Fleeting Freedoms

Elderly man’s fishing net hangs in his shed
The fish he caught in his backyard stream multiply
Net use was banned; he couldn’t afford a pole
Joy and sustenance gone, a tear falls from his eye

House Bill 875 would ban backyard farms
Forcing vegetable growers to invest cash
In overpriced produce on supermarket shelves
Uncle Sam flexes his muscle, makes his whip lash

The right to freely worship is endangered
As prayer is prohibited in public schools
Government intrusion invades all our lives
Public pleas are not heard by those who make rules

Freedom to choose our doctors is now threatened
Socialized medicine diminishes choice
Speech censorship? Just ask the Smothers Brothers
Who canceled their own show with a stifled voice

As crime escalates, look to the constitution
The NRA spends billions to protect Americans' rights
To bear arms against oppressors while thieves laugh
And sue owners of homes invaded in the night

Can this be what our forefathers had in mind
When they sought to escape a king’s tyranny?
Our rights are being limited more each day
In a nation spawned to promote liberty

Natural disasters prelude Judgment Day
Eerie escalation – tsunamis, earthquakes
But perhaps when the dust finally settles
Those who survive will learn from our past mistakes

Governments will form only to preserve peace
Not to strip away rights ancestors pursued
Don’t blink!  Precious freedoms are now endangered
By those who feel they’re elected to intrude


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The Wolf's Tale

Whispered words from behind a wall
to cronies gathered hale and tall.
“Go on ahead.” He said. “Let me see.”
“If I can turn her sweet, on me.”

From within, she heard the tale,
the rye snickers, the wolves’ wails.
Yet, so like the doe in lantern light,
the wail entranced, did not cause fright.

Wide-eyed, stunned, the morsel stood,
in frozen stance within the wood
within his reach and steady glance,
the wolf approached, as if to dance.

With swaggering grace, he set fast pace,
a honeyed tongued Knight on the chase.
He spoke of honor of valorous deeds,
of his manly virtues, and she took heed.

“No, no, no,” said the Maid, she was shy.
“I’m afraid.” She said. “Do I hear a lie?”
He turned up her chin, and eye to eye,
he stroked her cheek and heard her sigh.

He offered her cake, this starving waif
with trembling hands, she took the bait
for upon his full lips , tongue and skin,
she could taste the sugar deep within.

He sought the warmth of blood and bone,
he thought the conquest all his own.
Yet, she held a hope buried deep within,
to bring forth the goodness, she saw in him.

Oh, she could well feel his aching need,
'twas his seedling soul, she sought to feed,
the prey, prayed, long to touch his heart
to give the wolf a brand-new start.

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Many’s the times, his teeth came near
to the blue-red vein in her throat, 
and many’s the time the Universe stopped
like a dandelion seed afloat....

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The wolf in him balked for a short time,
tasted the joy of goodness’s wine;
loving, and feeling, and drinking anew,
what God has offered to each of you.

Could he extinguish this pure light?
Could he bring death to this delight?
Sorry, for the prey was the wolf within.
He was sore sorry; she’d let him begin.

Sorry, he could not grow in her arms.
Sorry, he could not succumb to her charms.
“Sorry,” was on the tip of his tongue
as he left, the prey on a run.

“Sorry.” said she, as her soul rose higher,
made stronger, though bathed in desire
like the fabled Phoenix so, she rose,
on the white wings of angels in repose.

A prayer floated back, as she drifted above
a prayer, she sent with her heart, to her love.
It echoed his sentiment of so many days.
“Sorry Love…” She said.

 “May the Wolf find his Way.”







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12 O'Clock 12 O'Clock 12 O'Clock



12 o'clock... 12 o'clock... 12 o'clock! How do you set this damn clock Thought of bashing it to bits with a hammer To get the damn flashing to stop Always assumed I was quite intelligent But technology has me bamboozled Tried reading the manual but that didn't work To comprehend, from my brain came refusal My smart ass ten year old nephew happened by "Not a problem dear uncle, I'll fix it" Two minutes later, the damn flashing stopped Felt dorkish and kind of a twit My fervent prayer which I possess without malice Is for technology to bury this young geek In a deluge of bits and bytes and firewalls Till he no longer can get a good night's sleep! © Jack Ellison 2012


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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.


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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:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/


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My Christmas Miracle

. If I could have a Christmas miracle, I would surely like to go Back to Mama’s bounteous table And the ones that I loved so. My dear daddy would still be there, My brothers and my son, My young husband and my mama Before the sad times had begun. And because this is a miracle, My sweet granddaughter too, Would be sitting by her grandpa Whom in life she never knew. My daddy would give the prayer of thanks, The rest would say amen. When all the food was passed around Grand feasting would begin. Every morsel would taste just like it did, When I was an active child And had whetted up my appetite With hours of running wild. My brothers would do some joshing, My daddy would joke a bit. With so much love around that table You could stick a fork in it. Not another thing could I ask for Nor more blessings from above, It I could have a day again Of such pure and endless love.


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Never Erased

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


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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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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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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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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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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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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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Forever On The Run

The river that I ride upon in my beleaguered boat,
Is filled with rancid artifacts that slid from dreams remote.
Directionless I roam alone within my dreamy sores,
While honesty of destiny leaks from my putrid pores. 

A traitor to my trade I made escape from mother ship,
So far from that flotilla that just hugged me at the hip,
And now I float in this small boat and slowly make my way
Yet overwhelmed by sense of need to flee this place today. 

And soon I heard the sound of this extraordinary stream,
As if a great leviathan had beckoned me in dream
To join the bitter mystery I find inside my rum,
Where monsters guard the traitors who are stricken deaf and dumb. 

In isolation for my life but free of Mistress Seas,
I claim this land so strange as I sink roots like mighty trees
Then say a prayer in gratitude for this new land I've found
And plant the seeds of sustenance where my new life is bound.

A man forever on the run from what was once his love,
Unique and true believer in these signs sent from above. 
A traitor to his ship and mates yet free to be his own
Until the spill of treachery pours forth from out of bone. 





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12 o'clock 12 o'clock 12 o'clock

12 o'clock... 12 o'clock... 12 o'clock! How does one set the damn clock Had to put a sheet on my new clock radio To get the damn flashing to stop Thought I was smart, quite intelligent But technology has me all bamboozled Tried reading the manual that comes with the unit To comprehend, from my brain came refusal My smart ass ten year old nephew came by "Not a problem dear uncle, I'll fix it" A minute and a half later, the damn flashing stopped Felt dorkish and kind of a twit My fervent prayer which I offer without malice That technology buries this young geek In a deluge of bits and bytes and firewalls Till no longer he can get a night's sleep! © Jack Ellison 2012


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A TREE IN WINTER

The tree stood stark and lonely,
All naked in the cold.
Her branches bare, her lovely leaves,
The breath of Winter stole.

In spite of all she stood yet proud,
Her branches raised to Heaven,
A silent prayer in her heart,
For Winter's sleep to lessen,

The pain she felt amid the cold,
The biting wind so cruel,
And please let not some human come,
And use her wood for fuel.

Then the winter queen looked down,
On Tree with sympathy,
And gave to her a lovely gown,
Of snow in symmetry.

Now the tree stands all adorned,
In glowing winter grandeur,
And all who see her stand in awe,
Of Tree in Winter's splendor.




Thanks to Phyllis Babcock for her poem "TREE" which inspired this one.


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Decisions

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


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A little more sleep

Today I awake and see the prices I’ve paid,
All I held dear and wished could have stayed.
I search through the deck for cards to be played,
The fabric of life appears tattered and frayed.

I wonder what this is as I view something new,
I know what’s before me, simply won’t do.
I pick up the pieces and send them to you,
The sun holds its own in a sky that is blue.

I walk to a brook and hear a babbling sound,
Debris comes to the surface, washes up on the ground.
The ripples carry change from the water to the shore,
As they make landfall, I can see what’s in store.

I look once again I believe I’ve been here,
I wonder what’s next as a ripple grows near.
It changes in size as it hits the bank.
I feel like a hostage that must walk the plank.

As I walk out I hope I will be able to swim,
My life flashes by on a prayer and a whim.
I think to myself, is this real what I see?
Step off the plank and I’ll see what will be.

I struggle a while and then float to the top,
I know that these challenges simply won’t stop.
All that I hope comes down to swim or sink,
I realize it all in, the time it takes to blink.

I find myself cast upon some distant shore,
I made it this far because I wanted it more.
All that I knew has vanished in thin air,
Who will hear you when nobody is there?

I start to feel tired so I take a rest.
I may not succeed but I gave it my best.
I close my eyes and count some sheep,
I know I’ll do better with a little more sleep.


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Collaborating In the Clouds

New Year Resolutions are fine, But they’re just not enough So I say a prayer to the Big Boss When what I want is tough For the year of two thousand and twelve I said a short prayer In hopes of getting the help I need from the boss way up there “Dear God, I wouldn’t ask for this, If it was just a whim. Please give me a fat bank account And a body that’s slim” “Last year I prayed for the same thing But it was all in vain This year be careful, Dear God, and don’t Get them mixed up again! “Well my son you don’t understand I heard both of your prayers And what you asked for, was not ignored It’s just not in my plan”
Submitted by: Charles Sides


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free cee ANGELS IN THE RAIN

             ANGEL IN THE RAIN

Last eve heard my prayer that I would awake to a rainbow
And only the mistiness would know how it would go                         
   Oh and I awoke to see the colors that so blessed my eyes
While at the edge of that rainbow the rarity of an angel cries

I hear her loudly weeping from far above
Bemoaning the besmirching of yesterday’s love
Perhaps rainbows only appear to soothe an angel’s heart
Until a multi-tinted pallet and the sky are made to part

There then is left but a memory born by the blue
And only a hint of what the heavens can do
Rainbows can appear and disappear at will
Yet weeps that woe filled angel still

The sky turned blue a bit later on
Once that reverent and radiant rainbow was gone
Mine is cold comfort when a coal colored sky finally clears
Until another angel dries that weeping angel’s tears
© 2013  copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~




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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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God's At His Computer

With all the texting that we do,

God's still waiting to hear from you.

And while you're reading your e-mails,

He's sorting through His knee-mails.


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Unanswered Prayers

Sometimes it takes the smallest things
Perhaps the music a songbird sings
Or the new growth of green and warmth every spring
To hear answered prayers angels bring

A firm handshake given from a friend
Concerned eyes that see and never pretend
A neighbor willing to lend a helping hand
Prayers answered the way God chose to send

©Donna Jones


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Safe

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


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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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Murky Skies

The skies in my corner of the world are murky and gray,
Not leaving me much to write about in a very bright way,
Spring is still here but hidden under a lurking form of dark,
But flowers are underneath with a light little spark.

For darkness can not conquer any form of brilliant light,
God comes shining through and slays that type of night,
I hold on to him in much prayer for the action I will do,
He said through holy spirit " I will seek the revenge for you"

He whispered "send that letter, send that mail for me"
I wish to do something so you can finally be happy and free


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The Watcher

I watch a hare race all about the woods, 
Along with children from the neighborhoods. 
Stiletto claws of hawk pounce on a mouse 
While I am watching from the wooden house. 

Today I watch the rain slide down the drain 
As silver-threaded drops still drip in vain. 
I love gray days when rain's contained in pools, 
Almost as much as I love watching fools. 

I watch and wait with great intensity 
To change my range of brain activity 
Indigenous to journeys near and far 
Beyond Orion's belt to every star. 

A child must stay a child inside the wild 
When childhood as a child has been defiled; 
For then is when the watcher comes alive 
To help the minds of children to survive. 

I pray away demonic thoughts that play 
Upon my troubled mind in every way, 
But prayer and medication stem no tide 
Of fulminate psychosis I abide. 

My dreams seem quite disturbed I must admit 
And hope that most will fail to ever fit 
Inside the pride that hides in memory 
Where rarely can one find reality. 

Both father and fair mother lie in beds, 
So cold and dead since I split wide their heads 
To see if I could see why I am me 
With hope to change my future history. 

Tomorrow I may borrow your fine mind 
And peek inside to see what's left behind; 
I hope to find the wine of wisdom's soul 
Then hide your borrowed brain inside a bowl. 


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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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Pray

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


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Finding God

Many of us do search for the truth of God
We search for him everywhere, in temples and churches
We even try to make Him come to us by chanting more than one bead
Readily we shall follow those who do hold his name as preachers!

Yet, God is not to be found thus
Subtle are indeed His ways
After all, He did make for us, sunny days
So, if you do search for him, you shall find him in all aptness

God does show Himself to those who love Him truly
Those who do yearn and pine for Him
Those who are ready to sacrifice everything for him readily
Those who without Him, have their eyes always full with tears to their brim

Shall you be given the option, between the real and the unreal
Shall you be able to pass the test, so terrible
Pray tell me, if you do search for God
You have to yearn with your heart, only then you shall be heard!


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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:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.


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Do Not Be Anxious

Be anxious for nothing,
Instead you should pray.
Tell God all your problems,
Turn to Him right away.

And don't forget to thank Him,
For every little thing.
Being grateful is a virtue,
That God holds in high esteem.




12/23/11   Philippians 4:6 "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God."

For John Freeman's Faith Verses Contest.


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         WHILE YOU WERE GONE

I never cared about those who never cared
nor those who dared
they couldn't but I saw beyond the horizon
and I always knew the wrong direction from which the sun would rise in

so i'd follow a course set by causation
and a plot preconceived by perspiration
they all warned me about despair
but I never cared about people who told me “they care”

and that path led me to become a “week-end warrior” just on the weekend
the rest of the week I tried not to gaze around the bend
then I added Wednesday because the weekend was too far away
and that's how I got to where I am today

waking up at five a.m. To get ready for my search
and each trip would begin with a prayer in an old oaken church
praying that i'd find what I so desperately need
and then Jesus reminded me that living the way I was is not why he was made to bleed

so I seek around corners for faces I recognized
and those who held what I wanted-- I surmised
so I, a seventeen year old kid followed a man until what was done was done
I followed him into a chipping lead painted hallway and he produced his gun

then there were the nights I made sure I had a wake-up shot
shoot some dope and take a few hits of pot
but i'd go to where I knew my stash was but so did he
I mean a roommate who stole my wake-up shot callously 

oh and the sweats of sickness when I had no dope
no dreams, no agenda, no guru, I was only filled with hope
first i'd be sweating and then i'd want to cry
but I never wanted to die

I didn't want to die because some cared and some never dared
so I laid out my secret life and I mean I laid it out nakedly and bared
yet I never faulted those who should have but never cared with sincerity
but then I realized, why should anyone care about me if I didn't care about me?
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  PLEASE DON'T GET IN THAT STAR

Every day I look at the first morning star
and how I begged you not to board that car
he was too drunk and could hardly see the view
and that's robbed me of you

too many drugs and a drink or two
so just before the break of blue
I gaze above to see that star that haunts me so
and hate the night that you had to go

“don't go” I pleaded with you to stay
but for some reason you had to speed away
and so I prayed that eve of sorrow
that you would still be here tomorrow

but my prayer went for naught and unheard
the universe ignored my every word
and so you climbed into that car
and now I weep whenever I see that early morning star
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A Bruised Reed

A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;

Dear Lord, I am bruised
And I am bent down low
I am about to break
And I’m about to let go

Lord, I am smoldering
About to be snuffed out
My light is growing dim
Don’t know what life’s about

Lord, you made a promise
That I’m going to hold you to
Lord, you see my heart
Lord, You know what to do

I know that you love me
For you spoke to me today
You said no one can harm me
That you’d love me come what may

Lord, I’m a bent reed
Lord, I’m a smoldering wick
Lord, come to my rescue
Oh dear Lord, do be quick

This burden is too heavy
Too heavy for me to bear
And I do not deserve it
Please, Lord, show me your're there

Straighten up this bruised reed
Lord, rekindle my fading light
Lord, fill me with your love
Only your love can make it right.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Shield

I hope my mistakes don't return to haunt me;
God, I pray, send your angels to guard me.
When the days I stray away from the plan,
Please, reach from the heavens with a helping hand.





©2014 Honestly JT


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Wine glass

Hold my stem, lest I spill sherry
Pour unto me the flavor of you;
My cold feet go into spree
Is unsteady, yet free to go.


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Blessed Peace


I pray tonight for peace. You know,
the Blessed kind, God’s hands bestow.
Touch mother’s soul, can’t find her here.
She’s waiting there. My dad is near.

Her body’s shell can barely walk,
nor understand when others talk.
It’s painful watching life dissolve.
Bring peace and let her soul evolve.

And thank you God for everything,
all treasures wrought through you, our King.
Bless all the souls in need tonight.
Oh mighty God, our guiding light.

Amen


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        125th BEAT

He and I strolled the streets in the rain
he and I strolled the streets in pain
each hoping the man on 125th street would be there
two young white boys strolling the streets in fear

we'd heard the man had some extraordinary dope
but when no one answered his door we lost all hope
there ain't nothing worse than a door that stays closed
he and I strolled the streets without a prayer we supposed

he and I had a burning dug deeply in our souls
each with the same dreams and goals
we shared a heart that hurt inside
and cared about nothing but for our pain to subside

he and I looked for the man on 125th street
walking bent over, weak, sick and beat
our today and our tomorrows would never be made clear
as two young white boys strolled the streets in fear
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Never Alone - May 1, 2014, National Day of Prayer

When you find yourself at the end of your rope,
Tie a knot, hang on, and don't give up hope.
When nothing's right, and you're a knotted mass
Take a breath, this too shall pass.

When all the world seems on your shoulders,
The rocks you trip over seem like boulders,
When you're hope is dropping like a falling stone,
Take heart, take faith, you're not alone.

In the celestial scheme of things that go right
At end of every day is finally a night
That dawns to a new day with the rising of the sun
When another chance, a new time is begun.

When solutions seem lost through a glass too dark
And what's wrong is coming fast and too stark
Stop, drop, kneel and pray to the One
Who has the answers, God's only Son.

This is His world, the one He made
He won’t allow His own to fade.
No need to stand lost and alone out there.
Talk to God or you haven’t a prayer.

By E. Marshall Evans


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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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Strong And True

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

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

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


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FREE CEE proof of and eighty proof goodbye

  PROOF OF AN 80 PROOF GOODBYE

I realize that you are the boss
well tonight was par for the mother fuc*ing course
you know your kisses send this man to the sky
But now you can kiss the me and the next day goodbye

you took me out of the darkness like a night without a moon
yet if you've been praying I leave the answer to your prayer is coming soon
I asked you a question quite frankly easy to answer me
so that's why your wish is going to come true and once again become free

tomorrow the iron bars will be open wide
because i've run out of place for my tears to hide
just like that this man will disappear
and thereby make the answer to your dreams become crystal clear

this was a night tailor made for a dream to end
because you made to many frayed edges to ever mend
I asked you for a favor but you said you needed to go to bed
so I was certain you'd just pull the blanket over your head

i've taken so much sh*t from you I can no longer cry
and this is an 80 proof night that proves it's time to say goodbye
but for as long as I can recall you've always been the boss
so what you did tonight was simply par for the course

I recall when we used to discuss the delight of tomorrow
now i'm with a woman bent on sequestering our dreams in a land of sorrow
as of now my relationship with you is one of retrograde remorse
because what you did tonight was par for the course

all you had to do was answer the question I posed
but just out of spite you kept your lips well closed
I and all our friends know that all you've made me do is cry
so that's why this is an 80 proof night perfect to say good bye
                             goodbye
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        A HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIFTH BEAT

He and I strolled the streets in the rain
he and I strolled the streets in pain
each hoping the man on 125th street would be there
two young white boys strolling the streets in fear

we'd heard the man had some extraordinary dope
but when no one answered his door we lost all hope
there ain't nothing worse than a door that stays closed
he and I strolled the streets without a prayer we supposed

he and I had a burning dug deeply in our souls
each with the same dreams and the very same goals
we shared a heart that hurt inside
and cared about nothing but for our pain to subside

he and I looked for the man on 125th street
walking bent over, weak, sick and beat
our today and tomorrows would never be made clear
two young white boys strolled the streets in fear
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free cee PLEASE DON'T GET IN THAT STAR

  PLEASE DON'T GET IN THAT STAR

Every day I look at the first morning star
and how I begged you not to board that car
he was too drunk and could hardly see
and that's robbed you of me

too many drugs and a drink or two
so just before the break of blue
I gaze above to see that star that haunts me so
and hate the night that you had to go

“don't go” I pleaded with you to stay
but for some reason you had to speed away
and so I prayed that eve of sorrow
that you would still be here tomorrow

but my prayer went for naught and unheard
the universe ignored my every word
and so you climbed into that car
and now I weep whenever I see that early morning star
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a CAMEL can't COME to CATASTROPHE unless I SAY SO

       SUDDENLY SOMETHING

Have you ever spent a night in a six by ten foot cell?
Well that’s where my delusions dwell
And no one with a prescription pad will write for a junkie born and bred
Did you ever wish more earth dwellers would all suddenly be dead?

Look, there’s a pretty little miss, oh it’s daddy’s little girl
She dances on my feet when she starts to whirl
I told her to hold down her pleated skirt when she begins to twirl
My little girl with a smile and every tooth a pearl 

In silent supplication I’d sneak up to hear her prayer for that eve
I just wanted to hear daddy’s little girl pray and then I would leave
First she blessed the Almighty, his spirit and his soul
Making prayers come true for all her sole and only goal

And suddenly you feel not anger but sense the liquidation of fear 
And what do you detect in the air, as her lips grow near? 
Walking towards her is a man carrying too heavy a load
Yes, I’m scared s**tless that this fellow is going to explode

It could be a league of  angels advising her on the right thing to do
Or sprites to make all things look brand new
It might be little singing stars from above came they for her and you 
As you beg the soul of an errant and off key dove please not to coo

She looks completely comfortable in a cloak of camel hair and cashmere 
I’d trade anything if her troubles she’d never have to bear
Whatever happens next is only through fate to be willed
And if you listen closely one can hear the air being stilled

Alas she grows nigh and you can see it through your third eye
So you lurk behind a tree on a mission much as a spy
Because you are bent on depriving her of any depravity
And to hear from her loquacious lips “Daddy, let’s have some tea”

So when I first talked about being caged in a cell
if asked for the truth the story would be difficult to tell
Because each eye a gem, each tooth a pearl
So tell me sweetheart, are you still daddy’s little girl?
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AN EVENING PRAYER OF REPENTANCE

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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free cee A CASUALTY OF GORE

  
               A CASUALTY OF GORE

Whenever I am compelled to consider the worst
I find myself forced to think of the first
The one of whom no one ever came before
The first soldier to die in any wicked war

The first fallen who fought for what was right
The first who was killed by others madness and might
The first blood spilled, the first blood bled
The first under battle to begotten dead

Gettysburg, Normandy, and Viet Nam
Blood begotten and no one gives a damn
The first fallen in the face of ferocious fear
The first to die for what he held dear

I never fought desperately for country nor man
Cowardice and convenience had a disparate plan
Still I summon a prayer with every bomb’s burst
While I feel for the most recent yet wail for the first
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I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY MY MOM EATS SPIDERS

I BEG OF THEE TO SEE THE SEA

I beg of thee do not grieve
Although I must take my leave
Watch my ship as it sails away
And this is all I have to say

I say smile when you think of me
Although my ship is facing an angry sea
When visions of my smile come to mind
Remember it was pure love ours defined

You may say a prayer heard by but a few
And search each land for someone new
Pray for me if you must my sweet
For this is how a loser finds defeat

I’ve lost my way, I’ve gone off course
And called the bluff of an ocean’s force
There may be times you’ll forget my name
But fret not, my dear, ‘tis the ocean I blame

So I, as captain, take to the helm
But never shall I rule this realm
And now my hull is beginning to rot
Alas, I should never have taken that last heroin shot
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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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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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FREE CEE please do not board that star

  PLEASE DON'T BOARD THAT STAR

Every day I look at the first morning star
and how I begged you not to board that car
he was too drunk and could hardly see
and that's what robbed you of me

too many drugs and a drink or two
so just before the break of blue
I gaze above to see that star that haunts me so
and hate the night that you had to go

“don't go” I pleaded with you to stay
but for some reason you had to speed away
and so I prayed that eve of sorrow
that you would still be here tomorrow

but my prayer went for naught and unheard
the universe ignored my every word
and so you climbed into that car
so now I weep whenever I see that early morning star
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EVEN YOUR COUNTENENCE DID NOT COUNT

EVEN YOUR COUNTENANCE DIDN’T COUNT
    
Stars followed you in your path
While wicked was my wrath
I was mad and angry at everyone
But it was only my fault when all was said and done

The moon revealed its brightly lit face
And reflected the countenance of your grace
While I strolled the street in search of peace
As you stood by watching my need increase

When skies were grey you turned them blue
Because even Heaven knows the beauty in you
While inside me was a prayer for strength
But my habit only grew in power and length

Demons were made to bow at your knees
And in the cold you made sure even roses wouldn’t freeze
But I froze in the winter and sweated in the summer’s heat
And then you finally left me when I claimed defeat
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FOLLOW ME

WITH A PRAYER ON MY LIPS I CAME TO THIS PLACE
 GOD HELP ME, I KNOW MY NAME BUT NOT MY FACE
THE YEARS BEFORE THIS FELT LIKE ENDLESS TIME
 THE FACES I WORE ALWAYS SEARCHING FOR MINE
WHEN BEING ALONE WAS ALL I’D EVER DONE WELL
BELONGING TO SOMETHING WAS A VERY HARD SELL
I HAD TO GO INSIDE WHERE IT ALL STARTED
 TO THE BEGINNING WHERE MY HEART IS
 FOLLOW ME INTO THE CIRCLE OF PRAYER
 TELL ME YOUR SECRETS I’LL SHARE YOUR FEAR
PUSH THROUGH THE FOG DAY AFTER DAY
 YOU DON’T NEED TO SEE, JUST FEEL THE WAY
I SHARED MY TROUBLES AND WAS FINALLY FREE
 TO FIND OUT WHAT I WAS MEANT TO SEE
CHANGING EVERYTHING ISN’T EASY THESE DAYS
 I SOMETIMES RESORT TO OLD FAMILIAR WAYS
AND IN THE MIDST OF ANY FEAR AND SORROW
 MY HEART BREATHES LIFE INTO TOMORROW
TOMORROW IS WHERE I LOOK TODAY
 FOG HAS LIFTED, I SEE THE WAY
SO FOLLOW ME INTO THE CIRCLE, MY FRIEND
TO A PLACE WHERE HEARTS ARE SAID TO MEND
A ROOM WITH A VIEW OF A LONG AGO TIME
 A FUTURE WITH DREAMS AND SWEET NURSERY RHYMES
MY HOPE FOR YOU NOW IS THE SAME HOPE AS MINE
 TO KNOW YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN STRONG, BEAUTIFUL AND KIND.


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lies and goodbyes

   LIES AND GOODBYES

I promised you then
And I’ll promise you again
Never again shall I make you cry
But remember what I say will be a lie

I won’t go into the den of iniquity
And I state that with due ambiguity
Baby heed my words as if they were gold
I am one messed up man, machine and a mold

I’ve been formed of fired and fiery clay
And I told you to listen to what I say
There are places I should not place myself in
And babe, I’m telling you, there is no greater sin 

As I did then I will do right now 
And you  can take this as a solemn vow
Don’t ask me queries about prayer and hope
Simply remember I lied when I swore to never shoot dope
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MOHAMED GOLLY

       SUDDENLY SOMETHING

Have you ever spent a night in a six by ten foot cell?
Well that’s where my delusions dwell
And no one with a prescription pad will write for a junkie born and bred
Did you ever wish more earth dwellers would all suddenly be dead?

Look, there’s a pretty little miss, oh it’s daddy’s little girl
She dances on my feet when she starts to whirl
I told her to hold down her pleated skirt when she begins to twirl
My little girl with a smile and every tooth a pearl 

In silent supplication I’d sneak up to hear her prayer for that eve
I just wanted to hear daddy’s little girl pray and then I would leave
First she blessed the Almighty, his spirit and his soul
Making prayers come true for all her sole and only goal

And suddenly you feel not anger but sense the liquidation of fear 
And what do you detect in the air, as her lips grow near? 
Walking towards her is a man carrying too heavy a load
Yes, I’m scared s**tless that this fellow is going to explode

It could be a league of  angels advising her on the right thing to do
Or sprites to make all things look brand new
It might be little singing stars from above came they for her and you 
As you beg the soul of an errant and off key dove please not to coo

She looks completely comfortable in a cloak of camel hair and cashmere 
I’d trade anything if her troubles she’d never have to bear
Whatever happens next is only through fate to be willed
And if you listen closely one can hear the air being stilled

Alas she grows nigh and you can see it through your third eye
So you lurk behind a tree on a mission much as a spy
Because you are bent on depriving her of any depravity
And to hear from her loquacious lips “Daddy, let’s have some tea”

So when I first talked about being caged in a cell
if asked for the truth the story would be difficult to tell
Because each eye a gem, each tooth a pearl
So tell me sweetheart, are you still daddy’s little girl?
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FREE CEE auntumn need not be so ordinary

AUTUMN OUGHT NOT BE SO ORIDNARY
Setting now is another Autumnal sun
Another late October day is nearly done
And now I’ve another night all alone to face
Without a lasting and loving embrace
Sans a kindly kiss good-night
And a “sleep well my sweet” wrapped in delight
With sincerity sequestered in each word and her last smile so blueberry bright
No, just another very lonely night

Tonight my desires matter not since I am alone
Yes, of course there is always the telephone
But then all I hear is a disembodied voice
And if I had a choice and were I to make that choice known
I’d choose not to be quite and quietly so alone

Pictures of the past hang on a wall bare but for images of yesterday
Scenes of what sorrow and celebration had to say
Some in color and some in burnt sienna brown
Most that make me smile and only some that make me frown
The sad ones are photos taken while I must have been envisioning the sorrow of this day that has so suddenly set in
And the darkness yet another twilight has let in
Another night to chase away with sleep and a prayer for serenity
An evening made imperfect for a perfectly maudlin man like me
Sereneness that may never arrive for a lonely man who longs for long-term love
Yet finds only fleeting lovers who are tourists in and out of a life made from madness and too many changes
With all the obscurity uncertainty arranges
As I think of all the good times I must surely be forgetting
But alas, yet another Autumnal sun is just about setting
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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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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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Sea, She Loves Me

With forceful currents there, possessed
She pushed me fast to shore
As winds had stirred up, at my back
The sea provided cure

My voyage ended weeks ago
When the homeward ship went down
With prayer and hopes, a dingy afloat
She would not let me drown

Nor be shark bait, a worm on hook
The sea kept me alive
With nature’s course, on current float
I was not meant to die

She placed me on a sandy beach
Upon the break of day
The sea, she kept an eye on me
And taught me how to pray