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THE RED OR BLACK ROSE

THE RED/BLACK ROSE
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If I a placid pond sit
Still my shallow grounds
Engulfed within the woods
Submerged and bound

Arrayed with ruby rings
Robed in brunette pearls
What jewel would justly paint
With brush my clearest tint

Wouldst any drown the drink
The tongue calls a quench
Cool and clear as white
Atop the moonlit sky
Or wouldst the treasuries' trees
Reveal arising clips depicting
Darkened depths entrenched
In deep demise

Doth God's glory glide
The ornamented floor
Moving mortal millions
To probe, dip, and dive

Beneath the brittle creek
In buried ocean mines
To touch and taste, then tell
Of seas the sands confine

If raids of floral floods 
Could frame the fluid's face
As angels frame the figure
Of heaven's sovereign God

Then pluck the petaled stem
The prototyped rendition
Of red/darkened rose
Which colors my condition

~Poetra Jah~

Copyright © Leonard Gage

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ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN

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Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Copyright © Tom Valles

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the Rose


                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 

Copyright © Shanity Rain

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Springtime

Bright daffodils adorn the ground
And rise where winter clods were found;
The air is full of scent and song,
(To God both flowers and birds belong);
Sorrows shaking heart and mind
Fall, as blossoms, in the wind.
Now Spring has come, and winter's past
Oh do not pass us by so fast!

Copyright © Gavin Childress

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Welcome 2013

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

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My Secret Garden

Let me take you by the hand...
To a place, where one can believe.
In my secret garden there is a plan.
One of eternity.

This world is full of thistles and thorns...
Life can be full of disappointments.
Into this life we are born.
With struggles and discontentment.

Plant your seeds of life...
Water them here below.
Watch as they sprout up through might.
Catching a breath of fresh air while they grow.

The rain waters the garden during the season...
The sun dries out the flowers, through it's warmth. 
Their life span will dwindle in this life by reason.
Through "My Secret Garden", God will take me to His heavenly home. 

By:  Cinda M Carter

My Secret Garden

02-12-2014


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Copyright © Cinda Carter

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In The Rain

Written June 6, 2013


The preacher read the gospel
And we sank into our tears
Tearing down the curtain
We've been behind for all these years

A baby leaves its mother
An angel drops its wings
Leave me bound against the wall
Dangling by a string

Sitting by the window
Hoping she'll remember me
Sitting by the window
Contemplating memories

Resolve your inhibitions
And you'll find me in the garden
Where the flowers drink champagne
And God is in the rain

Copyright © Brandon Carter

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The Padre Of Old St Anthony

There he stood in the 
garden,a gentle fellow 
with glowing gown; 
radiating glory.
  His countenance was 
that of an Angel,
The Padre of old St 
Anthony.
  As I approached him,he 
gave me a warm.
Then he told me why he 
came to the mission,the 
mission in old St Anthony.
  We knelt down to pray,I 
thanked the Lord for a 
man such as this.
   Then the chapel bells 
the rang,I heard a 
voice"child it is time."
   I looked,lo saw I a fiery 
figure beckoning him to 
heaven.
  He stood up and looked 
at me with tender love in 
his eyes.
   Then I knew this man 
was an Angel,the Padre 
of old St Anthony.
   With joyous heart,I left 
the vicinity of old St 
Anthony.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

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Little Blue Flower

Little blue flower
Doing what flowers do
Petals raised to heaven
Standing guard at a tomb

Little blue flower
Quivering in the earth
Shaking in its place
Shivering in the dirt

Little blue flower
Standing all alone
A terrible surge of power
Then crushed beneath a stone

Little blue flower
Dead on the ground
Naked feet approach
A holey hand surrounds

Little blue flower
Unfurling in the Light
Standing straight and tall
Raised by God's might

Little blue flower
Finally rejoicing
Naked feet proceed
Other flowers are joining

Little blue flower
Loved by the Pardoner
No wonder Miss Magdalene
Mistook Him for a gardener

Copyright © Sean Rackley

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IN BLOOM

IN BLOOM

some flowers bloom within days of planting
others not for years—or with stunted timing
only God ordains the beauty of His creations
manifested in different ways and formations

early ‘bloomers’ will habitually frustrate us
discouraged- Gods plans remain anonymous
we grow impatient with the changing seasons
deliberating His timing to reveal His reasons

ignoring valuable lessons of diverse planets flora
some seem to flourish, while others become poorer
several live decades, sadly a few for mere minutes
does God have his hand on us all without any limits?

assuming, concluding-- all reasons for His delay
possibly-- perhaps sin may be leading few astray
persistent, crafting global testimony to His glory
by no means leaving late bloomers out of His story

Copyright © Kim van Breda

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Your Glory inside

When I lay down the night before,
I woke up to find Your Glory inside,


When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,
I bowed down at Your feet,


I crossed over the Jordon and fell at Your feet.
I Praise You now and Praised You then,

When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,

how wonderful now when I woke to find,


Your Hand in mine,
Your my Hope Lord,

Your my desire,
My Savior,My King.


One day,when I lay my head down,

I will wake up to find,

Your Glory inside!


Written by:©Betty Bolden


2-26-04


All poems are copyright©!

Copyright © Betty Bolden

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Clear Waters

The waters clear as I stand by the river

I see the reflection of someone long ago

As the storms come in I know I can't let you go.


Rain pours at times in this life you've given

But the shadows fade when my prayers have risen

Your love for me I've never new until now

When I see the waters clear, my reflection seems so near.


As time goes on I know you are near

Just seeing the way you help me stand

Just seeing the way you remove the fear

It helps my weakness seem so clear

That without you I am small

But as I take your hand, the walls get knocked down

The waters clear, the reflection I see now,

is you in me, this my Lord helps to make me free.


Written by://©Betty Bolden

Copyright © Betty Bolden

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Roses For Mama

He's drempt of his mama in her garden of love,
surrounded by angels in heaven above.
Peaceful waters flow through a bubbling brook,
where her roses grew in every little nook.
She cherished the roses he had bought for her in life,
capturing their beauty and the colors of their sight.
When she was ill he knelt beside her bed,
and handed her roses with the tears that he shed.
She said don't cry for me it's beautiful over there,
where they climb so gracefully up Heaven's golden stair.
He visits her grave and places roses in her cup,
rest assured with Jesus she forever sup.
The rose bush he planted for her still grows today,
just as it did when Jesus took her away.
No sickness nor pain she can smell once more,
as she embelishes in her roses surrounded by her door.
She said plant you some roses in rememerance of me,
as you stroll through my garden waiting for you I'll be.

Copyright © Shannon tackett

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God morning

facing the morning                                                                                                      brevity of life's circle                                                                                                 Your growing  glory

Copyright © John Beam

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Forgave Me and Gave Me

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Forget-Me-Nots
Presented In A Posy
Tied With A Bow and Knots

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Fragrant Forget-Me-Nots
Picked Fresh With Daisies
… That’s What I Got …

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Forget-Me-Nots
Plucked Fast From Wild Fields
and  Planted In Posh Pots

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Forget-Me-Nots
Posed Pretty In A Vase
To Withstand Wilts or Flops

Arranged By Pure Patience To Care
By A Professional Property Shop
With Prayer-Cards & Poultice-Packets
So Finger-Pointing & Pain-Poking Stops

Petite Flowers Under Peace’s Pillow
and Some Beside A Puffed-Cushion Cot
and Some On Pages of Perfumed Memory
or Scattered On Silver Platters Like Props

Some Petals Were Pictured In Pewter Frames
and Some Line A Pink Velvet Box
and Some Are In Porcelain Bowls
or Are Attached To A Pendulum Clock

… Or Pinned To My Ponytail-Hair
with A Pearl-Toothed Comb On Top
And Some Are Placed In A Promise Note
where Mercy & Hope, Ink–Blots

Thank GOD, There’s No Patch
 of Leaves That Chop
Just Slender Stems & Roots
and Seeds That Drop …

… to Form Silken Piles
Soft As Rain Plops
Yet Has The Power–Proof
of Ground-Truth In Plots

And I Was Pruned
and Paired Among This Crop
To Remind Me Gently…
Of What I Nearly Forgot

That Love Is Not Only
The Turning Pass-Key That Pops
Love … Is The Prime Slot
and The Platinum Lock

… Oh, He Forgave Me and Gave Me
The Fairest Forget-Me-Nots
Oooo, Land Sakes Alive!
He Loves Me – He Loves Me Alot!

And I Love Him – I Love Him!
Like Medicine Loves Pills & Shots
Yes, I Love Him – I Love Him!
Like Pyrotechnics Loves Hot

and Because …

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Precious Forget-Me-Nots …


        Written & ©:  6/14/2013

             By:  The MoonBee

Copyright © MoonBee Canady

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Fatal Flower

Fear is a fatal flower that blooms in ev'ry breast,
Twining its vicious tendrils to choke hope's infant rest.
Fear bears a bitter fruitage, a wine of black despair;
Hope, drunken, weaves the linen to shroud her dying heir.
Fear is the devil's vintage of desecrated years;
But Jesus treads the winepress and His love casts our Fear.

Copyright © Faye Gibson

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Dancing Amidst Daffodils

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


Gwendolen Rix
9-20-14

Copyright © Gwendolen Rix

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BROOKS PHRASIS -Sweet Flower of Paradise recited

SWEET FLOWER OF PARADISE
Grace ,a very sparkling jewel,
a ring of gold,brings day out of
night,sweet from bitter ,glory
out of shame and turns pebble
to pearls,weakness into strength.
This sweet flower of paradise
dwells in the heart that empties
itself of self.Prayer brings forth the
sweetest blessing,where God speaks
peace and fills with joy.No mercy
is too great for Him to give ,no
mercy too little for we to crave.
Lay hold on mercy for how strong
is grace,and how victorious over sin
From Thomas Brooks writings  in Spurgeon’s
Smooth Stones 
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s  to compile  unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.



Listen to me read this phrasis verse of mine on youtube under name ichthychiro

Copyright © Brian Strand

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JESUS the sweet smelling savour

Bloom ten thousand fields                                                                                                not one drop of fragrant rain                                                                                            Can rise to meet yours                                                                                  -                 -Isa 53:8 He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation?  for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken

Copyright © John Beam

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THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD

When the day was dawning sunny and bright
I struggled through the night
weeping for the old and new
then I saw the light
THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD
I thought that I was doomed to live a life of misery and gloom
bobbing like a bottle in the ocean going any which way the current took me
abused, misused, degradation, demoralization, molested, raped over and over
violated in ways unimaginable to my minds eye
deflated was my self esteem until I saw
THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD
I lost everything time and time again
God was with me through it all
although I felt that He had left me too
It was I who turned my back on Him
doing things my way
on a merry go round that went faster causing my head to spin
discombobulated distorting my view on life until I saw 
THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD
The eyes of my heart were opened
I stopped crying about the same situation
I lifted my hands in holy reference
to my King Ruler of everything
Lover of my soul
Captain of my sea
He is my all and all
I proclaim to those near and far
THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD
Heavenly Father my Creator
You picked me up
Turned me around
placing my feet on solid ground
Roses blooming for you and me
Lifting me higher and higher
beyond what I can see
I am going to be ready
to see face to face
THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD

Copyright © Sandra Dee Wilson

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Authors

Courage whatever it is, does not come from a gun.

Do you think two people could write the exact same words at the same time?

Copyright © Gun Poet

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wayside flowers

wayside flowers I see when passing through

          never fail to touch my soul

             Christ's offering to me

Copyright © Julia Ward