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His hands sank through the air, almost motionless.
Time lacked its delicate, balanced consistency.
The intensity built amongst passions hue.
Every moment permeates the stars.
Natures’ perspiration silks the air.
The slightest movements bring life’s meaning.
Hang on to every heavy inhalation
Seconds turn to dust as time disintegrates.
For one fleeting breath you are everything and nothing.
For one momentary embrace you are someone and everyone.
The lust of God captured in a pupils’ dilation.
Love coils the climax across the skin.
With closed eyes and pouting lips.
Her soul is engulfed and set free.
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most times, i wander past troubled winds of shore
when dark sighs heave upon a hazed door,
the crux of crosses seems to welcome me
listening to whines of own stories seeking plea,
and the wings of gray clouds immerse in cries
pausing, i carry gratitude with grace still in my eyes,
when moments are lid covered, like mourning shawl
my senses stoop ever weary as they begin to fall,
then I hear a chuckling of street kids spilling the day
as if hours are given by a Maker to strum and gaily play,
by then; I hold His LIGHT, a sliver of it begins to bloom
erasing crumbs of doubt in shades of twisted gloom.
once, thrice by the armchair are letters spread around
mostly payables , some due end of month’s mound
neck shrinks till coffee brews, like soft smoke in heat
thanking the Father for a home that sings in mellow beat
with smiles easing burdens that seem heavy weight
for heart’s growling hides many things like love, hope, and fate,
my eyes, my skin become plump again, and dear life wanders by
prayers whisper 'all is right', a joyful world wraps a mellow sigh,
looking up at the night’s ray, simple pleasures cannot be bought
I bow for His mercy and let go, to rest on His Light ever sought.
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Robert Ball's Honoring the Father Contest
by: nette onclaud
The old truck hadn't been used in a while,
But it should be good for a few more miles.
Under the hood, the engine was rusty,
And the interior smelled faintly musty.
Assuming it would start--we all wanted to know...
When we put it in gear, would it actually go?
Someone called,"All the tires are flat".
But a little new air would take care of that.
Better get some fuel, since the gauge is on "E".
Wash the windshield, so the driver can see.
No problem to let it coast downhill to the mechanic's shop;
Next question:Are the brakes good enough to make it stop?
The truck was so bad, it had no heater fan.
But the Master Mechanic had a Master plan!
He took it to His shop for the needed repairs.
'Twas quite a long time that He kept it there.
He tinkered, and cut, and removed lots of stuff
Solving problems we had thought were real tough.
He put in new hoses, gaskets, and such.
What a joy to watch His skillful touch,
As He cut away the old to make room for the new.
Finally the day arrived when he was all through.
A great crowd gathered around the shop door,
To behold the new creation, there on the floor!
It was washed up, and pumped up,and all the fluids were filled.
Even the body He had been forced to rebuild.
Fresh paint;new tires;and the engine a'humming.
It was ready to face the world oncoming!
When flaws seem difficult to be fixed by man.
Stand back, and watch the touch of the Master's Hand.
As the trials of life come and go
Accept there blessings into your soul
Let them become without a doubt
A model of what you're all about
Don't let them get you all depressed
All things in life need be addressed
Let your spirit be like the wind
Your unseen dearest friend
As I see the lines in my face
Each a reminder of certain place
Do I wish they would go away?
Or that my hair wasn't turning grey
I have no desire to regain youth
For I have learned to speak my truth
When I was young I was so lost
I let my soul pay the cost
Running hard against the grain
Using drugs to kill the pain
Now I feel each and every day
Use the Lord to take the pain away
Do what I can accepting what I get
Treasure blessings that come of it
Thank the Lord through the poems I pray
Use what I need give the rest away
I seem to be driven by a single goal
Can you feel my heart and soul?
I slice them open in hopes they will bleed
Something that someone might need
The single fear I know so well
The fear that my words will fail
So once again I face my fear
As I write I shed my tears
Because these words are spoken true
My heart belongs to all of you
And through it's love I hope to show
We all share a single soul
A soul that is bound by love
Given us by the Lord above
Sweet laughter and devotion, I have shared with none.
This restless heart so tired, of being all alone.
I’ve tried the life of Paul, but it gave not enough.
My heart is overflowing with aching, needful love.
Lord, bring me a companion, but not just any man.
He must be one of valor, or leave me as I am.
Make him strong as Moses, a leader in Your truth.
And I will stand beside him, that I may be his Ruth.
Someone to correct me in, things I need to know;
Reproving me, thus gently, in order that I grow.
Bring me one like Jonathan, loyal to the end;
And I will love forever, this man that is my friend.
Even in the hard times, he will choose to stay;
And we will seek for healing, together, as we pray.
A Boaz to protect me, in safety He will lead,
That I may rest completely, in all that my heart needs.
Someone true like Joseph, my words he will believe;
His faithfulness long-lasting, when others would deceive.
And don’t forget Dear John, his loving heart’s embrace;
With eyes that will behold me, in honor, truth, and grace.
But mostly find the heart, of Jesus that forgives;
Then, with this man you bring me, forever I will live.
Fae circles of mushrooms
Lanky yellow toadstools
Firm jelly tot larvae
Feed from rich stagnant pools.
Fungal disks cling with wanton
To the grey trunks of trees
Cricket strums join to bird song
Sending messages of peace.
Lambent beams break through foliage
Gradient tones tint the scene
Yellow, purple, and whites
showcased by backgrounds of green.
Fractured rock nests bright flora
Compost mats engage moss
A place of breach and survival.
Nature's gain, (one might say)
is the product of loss.
(This is a "childhood" poem, written many years ago.)
High above the pristine falls
the looming mountain lifts its walls.
A monolith of stony gray,
with bulky lips, it seems to say:
"Eons passed since I've been here;
nothing have I seen to fear
while above my walls, from year to year,
about the world below I peer.
My walls so high, so steep and strong,
protect me well from all that's wrong.
Would that Man below could see
how I keep all harm from me.
Would that he could build a wall
about his home, his family -- all --
to keep them safe from Evil's charm,
which causes Man unending harm."
I watch as they descend from the sky
So many of them I can't help wonder why
Once on the ground they dance all around
Still the sight of them to me is so profound
Some voices come in whispers so low
Yet some billow causing them to echo
There is a reason they came down below
They bring a message of things we should know
~Angels descending,bring from above,
Echoes of mercy,whispers of love~
These angels didn't fall at all
Just upon us they made a call
For : "Fallen Angels" contest of Tracie ~*~Indigo Dreamweaver
~Quote of Fanny J. Crosby included in this poem as requested~
Written in the form of Rhyming Couplet
4th Place Winner
< Cascading lakes and streams
The loon stands out it seems
Minnesota's state bird
I know it must sound absurd
Adopted in nineteen sixty one
Wails and yodels heard under the sun
Black and white bearing red eyes
Wingspans five feet can make one cry
Body lengths up to three feet
Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat
They are high speed flyers
And great underwater divers
They can dive up to ninety feet
In pursuit of fish they want to eat
They are even on our license plates
An critical habitat drawn on metal slates
Twelve thousand of these unique birds
God that has to be a lot of turds
But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues
Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
Brand new day climbs up in east
Paint the sky blue..earthly feast
Yesterday`s promises being fulfilled
And those who failed,yet again rebuild
Sun yawns and stretches her sunbeams
Blessing us with life..endless she gleams
Eternal shining diamond in the sky
Worth more than money could ever buy
As the day closes..from the bottom of my heart
My dream is that we will always have a new start
April 18th 2012
I belive that Mother Nature..and mankind deserves a new tomorrow.
Fresh and charged to tackle lifes` many challenges.