There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...
Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,
'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'
That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome.
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome.
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013
From Judges 11.
His brothers cast the young man out, the child of an harlot;
He fled away to distant Tob before they found an outlet
For anger, more than what they'd done, to fully disinherit
And drive him from his father's house, though not for foul demerit
Within himself, but all for greed- it made them hate their brother.
Now Jephthah lives his life alone, without a father, mother;
He goes about with newfound friends, considered rather shady:
At least he does not get too wild; he found himself a lady,
And has a one and only child, a daughter like her mother.
She's tall and slim, with long, black hair; as fair as any other,
And loves to dance and sing and play her timbrels with the daughters
Of the mighty men of Tob, who play their music by the waters
Of the brimming banks of Yarmuk; lovely music, song, and dancing,
In the evening, in the twilight, which is wordlessly enchanting;
So much so that all the stars come out before the sun has drifted
Below the burning desert sands, thus Nature's course has shifted
From what it was, what e'er has been his want, his call of duty,
And all to see some pretty maids who sing and dance with beauty.
The Ammonites come, bent on war, on taking land and cattle;
They'd kill the men of Gilead and claim the spoils of battle:
The land that once belonged to Sihon, which Israel gained possession,
Then Joshua allotted to the sons of Gad and Reuben.
Thus Ammon claimed what was not his, but what he thought he needed;
And Israel must be captained well, or else they'll be defeated.
The elders ride in haste to Tob, to Jephthah's lordly dwelling
To find the man who would be best and see if he is willing;
But Jephthah said, "Did you not hate me? Did you not expel me
Out of my father's house, and now you come to me and tell me
Of your need when in distress? If I by some rare providential
Act of mercy be successful, will you lay aside resentful
Ways and set me over you?" And this they would; they needed badly
A man who knew the art of war, who charged in battle madly;
So they agreed and made him captain over all the forces,
The leader of the fighting men, the officers, and horses.
Then Jephthah vowed a vow to God, he said, "If Thou wilt give me
A vict'ry over Ammon, then returning I will give Thee
Whatsoever first will greet me at the doorway of my dwelling
As an offering of fire for a savor sweet of smelling
Unto Thee." And having spoken he departed to the battle
With his whole command of soldiers, with a clash and tramp and rattle:
And they smote and killed the Ammonites until the Plain of Vineyards;
In twenty cities passing through as Jephthah drove them downwards.
The town of Mizpeh heard the news and every mouth was voicing
The praises of their leader and his soldiers with rejoicing;
Then, as they saw him from afar, the townsfolk all assembled
To cheer their hero, now their judge; but mighty Jephthah trembled,
For as he came unto his house his daughter came to meet him
With timbrels and with dances from his door she came to greet him;
Her raven tresses bouncing, and her flowing dresses swirling;
Her face alight with happiness, and glowing as she's twirling.
She smiles at her hero from the battlefront returning,
But he cannot return it for the raging storm that's churning
Inside himself, and making him so weak and sick and frightful
For his daughter, lovely daughter, blessed with grace and so delightful.
And he said, "O sweet Celena, you have cast my spirit downward,
For I've vowed a vow that's binding, and I cannot take it backward;
I have sworn to make a sacrifice of fire of whatever
First would meet me at the doorway of my house; but I had never
Thought that it should be a person, but a heifer or a doeling,
Or perhaps a dove or pigeon." Here he stopped, for tears were rolling
Down his cheeks, and rent his clothing as he stood there, crushed and grieving;
Amazed at what he'd done, and even now not quite believing
His hand must wield the wicked knife; his hand must light the fire;
His hand must end his daughter's life; his hand must build the pyre.
He stared at his offending limbs, said, "Would to God I'd lost them;"
For now he had to tell his wife how much his oath had cost them.
Then Celena, brave Celena said, "Perform what you have spoken;
For the Lord has taken vengeance and the Ammonites are broken:
Only grant me two months longer so that I and my companions
May bewail my virgin state among the mountains and the canyons."
One word was all that he could say, the one word, "Go," and held her
A moment to his bosom as his teary eyes beheld her;
A chain of gold about her neck, dress gay with colored sashes;
A tremble in her ruby lips, a teardrop in her lashes.
Then turning from her father, to the wilderness she stumbled;
Her eyes so filled with tears that down the road she tripped and tumbled,
And lay a while in the deep, deep dust that rose above her;
Then stripped her golden necklace, one gold ring and then the other
And threw them from her to be swallowed by the dusty powder:
"What good is gold?" she softly mumbled, crying ever louder.
Retreating to the lonely cliffs, the desert's jagged mountains,
Where desolation reigns enthroned, except for by the fountains
And streams that bring a thread of life, that ever downward trailing
Flows by the place where seven maidens gather as they're wailing
The loss of faithful friend, the favored, beautiful Celena,
Who would not flee, but e'er would be the dutiful Celena,
Submitting to her father's vow, though leading to her dying.
The place that used to ring with song and laughter fills with crying;
And music now is sighing of the maids and lonesome whispers
Of the wind. And those who danced are aimless wanderers and drifters,
Seldom speaking: consolation is but vain when 'tis imparted
To a soul whose days are numbered when its life has barely started.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015
Play The Radio
Get Up And Dance All Night Long
Music Heals The Soul
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
Like joyous green of summer, my heart is singing filled
With you, while winter`s white is witness of good willed;
The glass works and the hot red wine spreading light:
Comforting carols “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”.
Comforting thoughts of good like good miners,
And cakes a lot with names of saints and sinners
Looking the heart of sweet cherries strudel under the sight
Of mother humming “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”.
Smoldering embers and feeling like hot chocolate
With scent of incense offered to every Christian mate
Under the new temptation of good and hope of right
Teaching of church on “Silent Night”,under “Brad Frumos”
The sacrifice of the pig, a ritual Symphony in red,
At the other side of modal logic, with wine and bread
And slaughtered pig and soured soups that might
Be prepared and savored on "Silent Night" ,near “Brad Frumos”
The aromatic smoke ascending, and dancing heavenly
Like our attempt to preserve and conserve not only
The clay and flash creature but also the inner light
And so many candles to see the Light on “Silent Night”...
Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
Mortar binds cobblestones under our feet;
The scent of oversized orchids fill the air;
See my golden strands braided back;
His strong hands join mine in perfect precision;
We glide effortlessly in a Scandinavian waltz;
Suns and moons set yet we never take notice.
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014
As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.
She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end.
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing
To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.
I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.
Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.
Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night
You are my queen of the night.
Copyright © Raphael Adegoke | Year Posted 2013
Today a cell phone was used all day and at the end of the day the battery was still full. Normally it is dead whne it is needed the most and now it is needed. What do you say to yourself when you know you have the answers? What is now your purpose in life? Is it to create Forever. If you can touch the stars would you reach for the moon? When the answer is given, it is almost never heard or seen, just clothed. Stop living as if you will die. Souls dont have an expiration date. Yes you have a soul, you might not know it yet.
Copyright © greg bell | Year Posted 2013
I have been looking for my dream car, 1971 Chevelle. Carrying out dreams and goals are not bad things at all. There is a positive on this. I have a very vivid mind and it goes to work from time to time. Thats a feeling. It is hard for Ek to remember things. How i Feel. Song. Everyone thinks people are there to help them but everyone is out for themselves not trying to help each other out. It is all a dream she would have done this and she would have done that but she did not reply. Where did the girls go was the questions asked by all the guys and then discussed by the girls as they drive off. You were drunk, rambling, and you ran them away. Pure 3-2718space240Dash Bravo. What is this you ask? You can put pure in front of anything and sell It.
Copyright © greg bell | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
The flowers beside the pulpit-
The man of God-
Spake in front-
His face radiant-
Eye deep-rooted in the skull-
Eyes pasted on the movement-
Of his hand-
Way the pendulum-
Swung from time to time-
Beneath the roof-
Outside the world about to rain-
That's what he said-
Like he dances on the stage.
Copyright © Herbert Siao | Year Posted 2014
There she was, looking at me with the love that only an older sister could have.... a sister who existed before time began.
She told me to come with her and I could not say no, nor did I want to.
She was beautiful with her pure Spanish heritage, very fair skinned and long soft, slightly wavy black hair.
We halted our journey as she turned to me and asked, "Why are you so down? Why are you so sad? What is that you say? You say that you just don't fit in? What is that you say... your friends, your true friends seem so far away? And how you don't know if you can go on another day? Come here my sister and sit here next to me, place your head upon my shoulder.
Rest while you may, sit, breathe, relax and enjoy the day... let your sisters dance and make you laugh for awhile so that you might forget that your life seems on trial.
Then one day when you are able, as the spiritual music which plays works its healing power upon you.
Get up and dance as you are led, remember that you belong to the ancient of days and that you have always understood Him in a different way.
Woe is you when you forget who you are... a daughter of the Highest.
So now, have compassion and mercy on the ones... the other children who haven't made it that far yet; that the world is under a cloud of darkness created by a creature who kills from the inside out by creating confusion in a person's mind which then kills their heart."
My sister then had me follow her for a bit longer, she led me towards a beautifully made black iron gate.
I followed her through this gate; a new family, or perhaps not so new family awaited me there.
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2013
My mother died some time ago
And God took her away,
To begin her dance with Jesus
That continues to this day
She wasn’t her old self that day,
Her memories had flown
He invited mom’s new self to dance,
And the Father took her home
Mom never was a dancer
That I ever heard her claim,
But the steps she does with Jesus
Would put Fred Astaire to shame
Perfect mind in perfect love,
With perfect memory,
As she whirls and twirls with The Lord of the Dance,
And waits with Him for me
My Brother’s up there with her,
I’m sure he cheers her on,
And does a jig or two himself
When Heaven plays the song
My other brother’s with me still,
And our sweet sister too,
The three of us with our dear dad,
Believe all this is true
Mom is up there dancing,
All over Canaan Land,
Perfect in the arms of Jesus,
As He strikes up the band
Copyright © Brian Wallace | Year Posted 2013
Gently they fall, like dew from the heavens,
Words of great comfort to my wearied soul,
Thine adversity shall be but a small moment,
Endure it well and by angels it shall be told.
Fear not, if raging storms around you gather.
Black clouds, destruction seems to threaten.
Take courage child, the Lord is ever with you,
Ordering all things for your good from heav'n.
Rejoice in 'angels' that are always beckoning,
Good thoughts are sent from heaven above,
To strengthen, guide you back home to Him.
Just focus on 'angels', obey His offered love.
Pray, thanking Him even in all your adversity.
Dance in trials; He uses them for His purpose.
Yes! Glory in tribulation, it worketh patience;
Patience, experience, then more hope in Jesus.
Copyright © Charlene McCutcheon | Year Posted 2014
I see the rain,
Dancing across the sidewalk,
Carefully placing each drop
One at a time,
They flow with each other,
Gracefully and in sync,
As a dance from the heavens
Praising the One who made them,
And as I watch them,
I become hypnotized,
By their beauty
Copyright © Alyssa Adams | Year Posted 2013
When the picture turns dull
And the light turns dark,
The underworld laughs.
One thing the underworld forget is,
In the midst of their laughter
The laughter doesn't see the end.
Because the light is stronger than dark.
In the white fields the angels sing
And a song of halleluyah fills
Because the light of God shines
And every knee bow in praise.
Up in the heavens the angels sing
And the throne of God greatness lingers.
With every tongue and every mouth,
Confessing and hailing his name on.
Tears dry and the face brightens
With a glowing tone of skin showing
Bringing back the life of a lifeless face.
A white light engraves my body,
And a sword swing to close the gates,
Like the Garden of Eden to save my soul,
As the donkey refused to move ahead,
With an angel of God standing ahead,
To this my life I know am safe
With God protection all over me.
With the white fields the vision shows,
Of a land that God dwells among us
In harmony peace and love.
The people like angels dance in praise,
Like the angels dance and sing in heaven,
Bringing an end to the underworld laughter,
Because the light will always prevail.
Copyright © BERNARD WACHIRA | Year Posted 2013
"The heaviness of the oppressor wants to interfere with this journey that you are on with your God!
Silver stars sparkle on your sweater on your black as midnight background.
As you sit there on a chair, so beat down that you believed that you could not move anymore, even as all the other ladies were there enjoying themselves greatly.
Kicking and shaking off their cares as they whirled and danced around the room... you were so sure that you could not move, that you did not want to join in the festive atmosphere that was there.
Thinking that you might appear undignified if you dared stand up and attempt to move to the Spirit who was so thick in the air, afraid that you might hurt too much as you attempt to dance without a care... that you might show your all too human side and break down and cry, that you would let the tears flow like a river which would never end.
So as your sisters in Christ had you sit down in the middle of the room, the Holy Spirit Surgeon had to make the needed incisions to the strong holds that barred you from Me.
I who am your spiritual Husband and your King for all eternity.
I want you to be healed so that I can reach out to hold your precious hand; and have you rise and walk with Me out beneath the darkened sky's canopy.
Because My love, as much as I love the beauty of the stars of night and the moon as it shines brightly; to Me none compare to your essence of your brilliant, pleasing light.. the one which shines so brightly on the inside.
Then one day I will escort you so that you can walk in the gardens of divine delights. Then you will be able to dance and laugh again with your sisters who wait at that place of peace and serenity!"
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2013
Someone saw me dance
in the town's square
covered with white snow
around the decorated pine.
The lights blinked brightly,
pseudo parcels hang here and there,
music murmured muted carols
as midnight slowly neared.
On top of the pine, a star
was shining strong and silvery,
all around the branches green
tinsel sparkled joyously.
Beneath the tree, a manger stood
reminding me of days gone by,
when a poor couple arrived
at a small but crowded town.
There was no place for them.
The child was born in poverty,
in the town named after bread.
Is there a place for Him now?
Someone saw me, but went on
alone towards his dreams.
I danced unaided around the tree.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2015
Dancing amidst them
Thousands of yellow bells
My heart sings in exhilaration
And the notes dance from my eyes as I soak up the golden rays
Daffodils make me dance
Twirling and spinning til I fall down in laughter
A warm afternoon enraptured with the happy colors of my Savior
Dancing and celebrating his goodness
He brought me to this meadow today
A quiet time to rejuvenate
Communing with nature and the warm glow of his love
I shall come back here again tomorrow and start all over again
And twirl and spin and fall down again
Giggles between me and my Savior
Copyright © Gwendolen Rix | Year Posted 2014
The world may be falling down around me,
seems to be signs of death on either side.
Still I can experiance the joyof my Lord in
every fiber, every atom and molecule of my being.
The truth is that the music of the heavens, of the Lord
is getting louder and ever so clear.
The tapestry of His manifestation is becoming full of
form and visable substance.
No matter the troubles that I may have,
remedied before I sleep, as I sing to Him,
talk and laugh with Him, makes me humble, makes me glad.
If it is troubles I still have later in the midnight hour, I get up
and can dance before I wake early in the morning, and sing a
few bars of the song which grows ever stronger.
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2013
When my spirits are down
You know how to turn me around
You told me to lift my eyes to the sky
Because there was inspiration for I
It was faith instilling step out and move on
There is where strength that keeps you strong
When it comes to dance
It is assurance being your advance
When things look weary and I get teary
There is no mystery and God has his own simple theory
Voice with being merciful as a lamb and being a friend you can always talk to
The courage being the wonder
It’s all the aspects from yonder
You raised me up
It is your salvation that fills my cup
But it’s my inner soul in the stir up, and Trust in how I will achieve
It was talent you always knew I had, and you brought it out
I am full of praise and thanks Lord for that joyful shout.
Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2015
he was in my sleep
he gave me a beep
it was a treat
put me in trance
as we prance
it love thur dust
I DANCE WITH JESUS
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013
A beautiful day in Ayr
Because its so breezy and fair
Chasing seagulls and sand in my hair
Copyright © jimmy mccurdie | Year Posted 2015