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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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A Soul Cries

A soul cries yet nobody hears him
They say he has neither a head nor limbs
But he has a soul and a spirit
Undesirable is the soul to be taken from the womb

A soul cries yet nobody hears him
His voice is so mild that no one can hear him
He’s damned for a crime he didn’t commit 
No supplication and inspiration to share

A soul still cries yet nobody hears him
He has neither words nor songs to hymn
He’s languishing from a lashing whip 
A victim to hatred, dubiety and immorality 

A soul cries yet nobody seems to care
He pleas for his precious life to be spared
Yet with a mild voice no one will give an ear
 With despair he cries and screams into the night

A soul cries yet this girl has turned a deaf ear
A voice tells her “eliminate him from here” 
But a master fate will sometimes have it to be
The Dame escorted him six feet underground

The Poet Preacher © 2014


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Beauty and BigFoot

Beauty and BigFoot By thirteen I was quite tall— Five-foot seven—friends were small Always tallest in my class On school lines—was always last. Friends were shorter, more petite Always looked to size-up feet Compare shoes, I do not fib Was self-conscious—mine were big. Their size five to seven, fine— I was BigFoot! Mine was nine! Teenage complex anguished me BigFoot phobia, you see! Later friends caught up with me Height and feet grew handily Soon size nine in grownup form Looked upon as kind of norm. Thinking back on “BigFoot” years To fit in, drove me to tears! Teenage stresses to compete— Happy now with normal feet! © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~3rd Place Contest: BigFoot Judged: 05/07/2015


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Women

You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life


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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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Cherish

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


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Never Erased

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


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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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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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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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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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The Irony Within A Song (Englyn Form)

I can still hear the song of the spring breeze...
About a love went wrong
When two hearts hid for so long...
Now I hear the requiem's gong


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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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Speak No Evil

One thousand might be silent,
While one speaks aloud.
The tongues that are quiet,
Know what the story's about.





©2014 Honestly JT


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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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KNOCK-KNOCK

KNOCK-KNOCK

Knock-Knock jokes are told by kids the world over;
They're full of moans and groans, old puns and good fun.
Little kids love to hear them and can't wait to relate them.
As parents we gamely endure them, then smile and run!

But what if we hear a knock-knock on the door?
Dependent upon what's going on in our life,
We either stride down the hall or we hesitate a step;
Is our teen out with the car? Has he got into strife?

That knock-knock on the door could mean myriad of things;
Perhaps it's just our neighbour, or our husband home at last.
It could bring glad tidings, a Christmas package or two,
But if we have teens, our heart begins to beat fast.

What is it about that knock-knock on the door?
We either think nothing of it or our heart skips a beat.
If we have teens in our life out spreading their wings,
We pine for the days of their knock-knock jokes about smelly feet.


© ELR 2013


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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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Playing With Fire

When I met her I knew she was fire
She was way too hot for me to hold
There I hovered within her orbit
If I stayed close I wouldn't be cold

She captured my imagination
A long legged beauty beyond compare
All her curves in the right places 
A pretty face with long flowing hair

Pappa said I shouldn't play with fire
Otherwise I would surely be burned
The day I finally found my courage
I received this scar that I have earned

The thing about a beautiful woman
She gets hit on almost every day
The heat that I felt was turned to ice
She turned around and walked away

At seventeen, I was way too young
I was like a moth caught in her flame
When it came to playing with fire
I didn't know the rules to the game


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What are you looking for

What are you looking for ?
Oops that's sound like someone knocking on your door :-)
Open and see who is coming.
Can I see what's going ?


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Transform

Where should I begin,
And where would this road lead?
So, how will the story end,
When these roadblocks are set between?







©2014 Honestly JT


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Dear Teacher

Am I just another creature?
Thriving hard to make a future?
Beyond what can undergo suture
Thoughts have almost my heart rupture

No my dear you are special
With no thought of being partial
Who has got so much potentials
That you’ve displayed from initial?

Why have I not come top in all I do?
Why hasn’t anyone asked to know who?
When I put my potentials all through
Except, sometimes, just you

Bother less on those, my dear
They have all, their own fears
Of a genius who’s so much near
That will with them this glory share

I hope not to forget who I am
For I hope to do great with these arms
To reach wide even to those in farms
Yet not to have a soul by it harm

It’s great to think less of persons
Just do your things in its right season
Without a thought of selfish reason
And their thoughts shall be to them a prison


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What I Would Do For You

Some men would cross
A country for a woman.
I'm a little different.
For you, I'd cross every ocean.

I would cross the world,
With no care about the miles,
Just to spend one day with you
And all your pretty smiles;

As long as you would let
Me be the one to bring
Those smiles out, just like the sun
Brings out the birds to sing.

Though your friends might not like me much,
(And that's something even I can tell)
I would climb on top of Mount St. Helens
And combine its force with mine to yell

For all the world to witness,
And so everyone can hear,
About my feelings for you,
The one who I hold  most dear.

I'd travel in time to Ancient Greece.
And, to be worthy to be your Hero,
I'd conquer the Arena, 'cause fighting for Love
Would mean I'm not a Zero.

If we were in a play,
I'd be Romeo, and you my Juliet.
I would fight my way to you
Through every last Capulet.

If we were in Midieval times,
I'd storm the castle with sword and shield,
And rescue you, my Princess,
With Love as the armour I wield.

So, if I'm ever across the world,
All you would have to do
Is call my name and I
Will come and be there for you.


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Keeping Track of My Colors

If I were in a box of crayons
I don't know what color I'd be
I want to be something rare and cool
That exudes great beauty

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd definitely be white
I'm the most classy but of course
I won't put up a fight

If I were in a box of crayons
I'm sure that I'd be black
We all know that saying, once black
No going back

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be cool like gray
I'm not a person that is
Molded of clay

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd surely be brown
For I'd be the one turning
Smiles into frowns

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be fiery scarlet
My blazing personality would
Make everyone forfeit

If I were in a box of crayons
I be beautiful burgundy
You know I'd never, ever
Let someone hurt me

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be the sagacious red
For my sense of humor would
Bring everyone dread

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be very pretty pink
Not all bubbles are stupid
I'd prove I could think

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be oh so silly purple
For my crazy sense in humor
Is like Steve Urkel's

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be a deep indigo
For I'm sure that none could leap as far
As I could go

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be a soothing blue
Since I am so happy
So should you

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be like Turquoise
But that's my sister's name
That's her voice

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be luscious green
Because all friends need someone
On which to lean

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd love to be lime
Everyone laughs with me
All of the time

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be bright yellow
Cause I truly am
A jolly little fellow

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be a magnificent peach
For no one can resist my charm while
I sit on a beach

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd never be orange
For I have nothing to rhyme with
That stupid, annoying orange!

~Reecie


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My Life at Fourteen

I'm just fourteen years old, and a father I'll be
Around Christmas time, what a present for me
The excitment of puberty has now taken it's toll
I sit here lost in thoughts, a worried young soul

Responsibilities I now face to the challenges of life
Do I stand by my girlfriend, do I make her my wife
What if I can't cope, shunned by family and friends
To become another statistic, modern societies trend

I find myself very fortunate, I'm surrounded by kin
Whom their patience has been a blessing as I take it all in
My friends have rallied round, their support has been strong
It's having people like them, I'm fortunate to belong

December has come and gone, my daughters getting married
As I look back to fourteen and the trials that I carried
Many thoughts I had to ponder as I look back at my young life
The young girl whom bore my daughter, many years has been my wife



* Three-quarters of a million teens between 15 and 19 become pregnant each year in the USA *


For Gwendolen's *~* Mom, I'M PREGNANT! contest *~*


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God's Plan

There was a schoolboy,
He would always say,
Why do bad things happen,
Why must we suffer in this way?

A wise man answered him,
It's because of sin,
Adam ate the fruit,
In the Garden of Eden.

It's so not fair,
He would say,
Because he ate,
Why should we pay?

The wise man asked,
But why should we go free,
Because one Man,
Died on a tree?

He pointed to the cross,
Where our Savior died,
The boy scratched his head,
His ears open wide.

We were cursed by just one man,
Then saved by another,
It's all part of God's plan,
Which is fair he discovered.


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The Truth

I wove a web of lies,
It came back for me.
Trapped me in its net,
Ripped me from my disguise.

I planted a picture of a smile,
It haunted me at night.
Showed me how forced it was,
Wiped off my beam of beguile.

I hid my pain in a jar,
But I got locked inside instead.
I panicked---- There was no escape,
But to let it out in a secluded bar.

I packed up all my secrets,
It flooded my mind,
Conscience bugging me,
Relief in cigarettes.

So I ignored the cruel world,
Hiding in my words.
This arrangement has worked for years,
Life's been just fine this way.


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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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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