Get on your bike
and get out of my face
it smells of fish and oil
on the beach this peachy day
cape on my shoulders
to fly away
up with the seagulls
I sh*t on your face
Now that the body
has been properly buried
full of the scars
from the wars do I carry
I cannot believe
you all find me scary
I skip full of spirit for
despite this I'm still merry
For on this day
God smiled on me
gave me the sign
to renew my belief
and with his presence
I shall achieve
an eternal life
filled by my infinite energy (S).
We Need God Back Into Our Schools!
There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”
For many years, God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!
As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!
Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!
Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!
Read the headlines! Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!
Another shooting… Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!
The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!
Let me give you answer. It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!
Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!
Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!
Please come Lord Jesus! And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!
No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?
By Jim Pemberton 10/24/13
written 29th June 2013
Recalling that day at school, the teacher set that task..
what do you want to be? she asked the class..
My answer was simple, so I had thought...
to be a mum, I'd have six kids and live on a farm
If you would believe, that's exactly what I received
but it was not made to come with ease
For the fathers I had sadly chose, became prideful and greedy!
never til now did it cross my mind, my babies would someday not need me
Leaving me again to think, what do I really want to be
as faith would have it, as it had been planned so I'd see
For the FIRST! time, direction would finally enter into my life
poetry writer; was soon to amount of me, after I'd become a wife
Now poems are continuously raging within my head, all wanting to be read
as I failed English on an epic scale, to believe this dream inside of my head
At 38 years old, I see my life heading back to school
maybe this time round, I won't play the class fool!
Some believe that many names is a
sign of stature, of importance.
How appropriate Tata that you are called
father, well as all those other monikers
Father of so many, how did you fill the time?
Three short steps, two regular, from one end
of day, to another then back again, and again
Plenty of time to think, to brew a strong disdain
yet tea and mercy are your thirst and hunger
Monumental change can come with oppressive legions,
masks on, bayonets fixed, marching,
toe-in-step, step-in-toe, closing in,
or much more slowly, with a well-tempered gait
and careful steps, feeling a way to a new life
Sharpeville a dusty, bloody turning tide
turning emergency of state to state of emergency
yet another rational, to push, to oppress,
yet another opportunity to protest saying
"a change is gonna come", yet to wait on
I remember hearing on that cold northern Sunday
that you would be released, and drop into sight
after so many seasons, I became slightly aware,
vague to the happenings of the world,
as ascension starts to awaken me
The life of president of a country is full,
full of courageous opportunity, and pitfalls,
but to transform a nation from majority oppression,
to an erect healing democracy, is a gift of stature,
of moral fortitude, decency, a respect for humanity.
Tata, the nation of South Africa, owes much
to its first democratically elected black leader
The world, owes much to the example of you.
© Goode Guy 2013-06-28
I WILL NOT HIDE BEHIND A DEGREE!
I WILL NOT CURL UP BEHIND A LABEL!
I WILL NOT WAIVER IN MY FAITH
I WILL TRUST HIM,REMAIN CALM AND STABLE
I WILL NOT DROWN MY SORROWS IN WINE
I WILL NOT ESCAPE MY PAIN IN COCAINE LINES
I WILL NOT GET LOST IN MY TV.
BUT I WILL BE FREE AND JUST BE ME
I WILL RADIATE WITH JOY
I WILL RESPOND TO NEGATIVITY WITH LOVE AND COY
I WILL BREAK THESE PRISON WALLS
IF YOU GET SHORT WITH ME
I SHALL REMAIN TALL.
I WILL NOT GIVE YOU ANY OF MY POWER
I WILL NOT GIVE YOU MY KINDNESS TO DEVOUR
I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS TREASON
I WILL LOVE YOU FOR NO REASON
I WILL RISE ABOVE THIS DOUBT
I WILL HAVE COURAGE AND JUST COME OUT
I WILL MOVE FORWARD AND KEEP GOING
THERE IS NOW WAY THAT I WILL STOP
IF I HAVE TO CRAWL,SQUEAL,KNEEL OR HOP
I WILL LIVE
I SHALL NOT DIE
I WILL RISE ABOVE
AND KISS THE SKY
Gregor the slowest
Felt nothing but fear
To prove he was worthy
He must kill a deer
A great giant bat
Was chasing him far
He ran and he ran
Towards that tiny North star
The deer weighed a lot
Tied to his small back
He tripped and he fell
He was under attack!
He drew out his sword
Sort of stumpy and dull
And brandished it boldly
Like the horn of a bull
He slew the fierce beast
Stabbed him with a strong hand
Then he continued to travel
Just like he had planned
But he, he was careless
Not looking around
Big lots of danger
So soon would abound
He tripped and he fell
Like the cretin he was
Right into the swamp
Full of monsters and fuzz
Then all of a sudden
He felt a strange thing
A nip and a nibble
And then a sharp sting
He jumped like a moose
Right out of his skin
He saw a large rat
To his leg it did cling
A bash of his hand
Then a kick and a stomp
But to no avail
The rat did still romp
He sat in despair
He cried and he sobbed
And he could not swim
So he had to bob
A rat on his leg
And his face in the mud
He would have been dead
He was in deep crud
But Harry was near
The God of the Dumb
A snap and a crackle
He was out of the scum
Hooray! he did shout
Yippee! and Booyaw!
Then he sat down to chat
With his savior, the God
“Oh dearest Harry,
My life you did save
To tell you my story
You must be the brave
It is very thrilling,
A strong heart you must bear
I’ll start from the outset
Its truthful, I swear!”
Gregor felt empty
He needed a friend
He came across Zera
His heart she to mend
But she was a princess
A beauty, a crest
Gregor needed some help
To prove he was best
So he went to the wood
To kill a great deer
He rode off like lightning
Just a small bit of fear
Deer large as a house
Ran into the path
Gregor ran after
But got way off track
Lost as a donkey
He neighed and he brayed
Galloping in circles
His terror displayed
He sat down and cried
But out of the night
Came a huge giant bat
All ready to fight
“And that is my tale”
Said he with a smile
Harry sat straight
And thought for a while
Then he got up and took
Gregor by his small hand
He led him back home
To his native land
Harry led him to Zera
So he could say hi
He said hi very well
And his fortunes did fly
They fell deeply in love
And had many kids
Now Gregor has friends
And a few little squids
And that is the tale
Of poor little Greg
His fortunes did rise
Right out of the dregs
With some help, he flew
Right out of his hole
Didn’t need to dig down
Like a little blind mole
We Are the Fountain
Yes we are the fountain
For those who need Christ
Yes we must let our fountain flow
With the faith, love, understanding,and unity
Yeas were the fountain of Christ
To spread and share His message
With all People of all Nations
Yes we are the fountain
To ever flow with God’s word
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
The shadows over take my mind at times
but your love stands so true for me
it takes care of the pain I feel
but when the shadows call it seems so loud
when your soft whisper is covered by clouds
Why so faint is Thy voice for me
did I fall to hard inside this hole
Do the clouds stand so close for a reason
let me out of this season of darkness
let me hold Thy hand inside mine
keep me warm and fill my heart
I love the way you touch my face
when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace
Your truth is all I need to live
a true life for all to see
your hand and love guiding me
But I can't walk this road alone
I need to hear your voice inside
I need your touch so very much
I see the pain and feel it to
I need your love to lift the blue's
Take me now and use my life
Help me Lord, to escape the strife.
Written By:©Betty Bolden
There are clouds in the sky spell
Streaks quiet and fairly impressive
The sun rises in the morning to come
Later came the dark screaming like babies
Never to bald the forest-hood
Think of the flying wings that lead
The small forest in a silent call
The green tree foliage is in destiny
My beautiful garden is pretty cheerful
bright and daring beautiful
the flowers propose with unfading color
I am visiting my garden this morning
my lips trembled cold and chilling
She stares not up to face the sky,
To see the clouds that float on by.
She stares not down to watch her feet,
The concrete and dirt which they might meet.
She stares but one way and that’s straight ahead,
To face the day until it’s dead.
She’ll think no bad thoughts to mar the day.
She’ll think of nothing wrong to say.
She’ll think not of the things she’s lost.
She’ll think not of the moments she’s tossed.
She’ll think one thing to make it right,
And that’s to face the day without a fight.
She does no wrong to face a cell,
Or wind up at the gates of hell.
She tells no lies and brings no harm.
She’ll never twist a stranger’s arm.
She’ll do just this to make life great,
Face each day and walk on straight.