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 light a 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 .
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.
We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.
My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.
Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.
Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?
Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark?
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?
A small poem “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” wrote by Mrs. Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare
“Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love”
Seating nearby valley side,
Astonished by seeing a nature's serene beauty.
Amidst Grassy hills,
zigzagically mounted on the stupefying homeland.
Pristine Water, Sliding from the highest peak,
Flowing in its own way,
Wondering about its challenging destiny.
Love the way you are.
I owe you for myself!!
Wind's whispered, Cheering in its ain way.
Chanting of music beats,
Recited with a soothing intonation.
Birds speaking eloquently..
Dazzling due to marvellous rainbow..
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself!!
Amazing and enamoured environment aroused my emotions,
Feeling Shy to express.
Missing my dream person,my Mr.Adam.
Versatile persona where are you?
Come here and hug me.
Fuel me up with spirit.
Gift me a smile.
Until forever fades away, Endure me.
Love the way you are..
I owe you for myself!!
Finished dropping stones in water.
Gladly waiting for your arrival.
Testing patience is all enough now.
Wanted to feel the gist of love.
Desire to fulfil wish with pure heart and soul.
Auspicious moments provoking to capture
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself
by Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare.
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
I Love the elderly
so full of history
I love my generation
who kept me a mystery
I love the children
who's future, now bright
for I have died for them
to capture the light
for i understand
pain more than ever
once I released it
the anger got better
as it went away from the people
and into my music
without a single
reason to prove it
without a reason
to let Love's light in
I didn't, it found me
and lesser I sin
God and my father
both let me know
it would all be okay
so very long ago
even tho the road
would be full of pricks
even back then I'd tell them
you can all suck my dick.
God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.
The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
As Blue got older, his master’s mind would drift away
To a place where he and young Blue used to play.
In the mornings, sitting over his coffee cup
He found it sad there were no pups.
He thought it would be such a shame
If the only memory was Ol’ Blue’s name.
So, Jim was compelled and full of pride;
He made a search, far and wide,
To find Ol’ Blue a suitable mate.
No doubt, his offspring would be great.
It seemed likely, he supposed,
At least one pup would have his “magic nose.”
She was a Champion Miss from New Orleans,
A beautiful “red” named Cajun Queen.
But Blue suddenly passed away, before the pups were born.
Jim was broken hearted. He and “Queenie” mourned.
Then came the litter, but there was only one.
Jim struggled for hope; after all, he was Ol’ Blue’s son.
Dappled and lanky, a handsome little cuss,
He looked just like Blue. Jim made such a fuss.
Naming this pup would require no ado.
It was obvious. Officially, he would be “Blue Two.”
Oh yes, these were mighty large tracks to fill.
“Can he?”, folks asked. Jim would say, “Heck yes he will!”
So his nickname became “Two” and he seemed to be smart.
Soon it was time for his training to start.
The basics went well, but Jim’s outlook grew very dim
When, instead of pointing, Two would wag and jump and bark at him.
Oh, Two seemed to be trying; but try as he might,
He just could not seem to ever get it right.
“Blue’s son or not, he’s got to go!”
Jim found Two a “pet home” far away, in Tupelo.
On his way back, he stopped in Texarkana.
Been too long a time since he’d seen his sister Hannah.
Six days and six pounds later, he was back on his way.
Work at the farm was callin’ and he’d be drivin’ all day.
He thought about Ol’ Blue and wondered if and when
He’d ever have a birddog as good as Blue again.
Oh, he knew another “magic nose” was just a far off dream;
After all, it wasn’t something any man could scheme.
A “magic nose” was a gift from God, only given to a few;
And he was proud and very lucky just to have known Ol’ Blue.
As he turned into his drive, he broke into a smile.
“Why… I can’t believe it! It…It must be 300 miles!”
Two was on the porch, thin and dirty; but he struck a handsome pose.
Jim ran and hugged Two hard. “How’d you get back? Lord only knows!”
Suddenly Jim realized; and struck with awe, he slowly rose.
A tear trickled to his smile. “Why Two… you have a “magic nose!”
Two and Jim are best of friends, together everywhere.
From milkin’ cows to bedtime, Two is always there.
Jim doesn’t hunt much anymore, now Two’s a rescue dog.
Just last month, he saved a little girl lost in Cooley’s Bog.
Jim struts and tells proud, heroic stories;
While Two wags and jumps and barks, and shares his glory.
Jim boasts, “Like father, like son!”, then speaks fondly of Blue;
But all know the largest tracks to fill are those of Two.
His deeds are known far and wide,
And fill Jim’s heart with love and pride.
For with every rescue, the legend grows;
About a dog named Two, and his “magic nose.”
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
THE MONEY TREE IN THE WARLOCK’S GARDEN
Poverty, poverty, Oh poverty
there is a money tree in the Warlock’s Garden.
Before you slept, you wish for a better way.
Your mother is sick and your father is dead.
Do well in school and live for a moment.
Your poorness will disappear because you have been chosen
to remove bad faith and bring luck upon you.
Do not ever say it is not a blessing.
The thought will bring disaster.
Your magnifier is your mind in thought.
Exemplary, your ideas are.
You are now in a scrape.
You will be the condemner of your faith.
Good I am to those who know a truthful way.
The Money Tree is in the Warlock’s Garden.
~Free Verse/Verse Drama 15 lines... No meter is chosen by the Author.~
I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!”
I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.”
Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.”
It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation.
He said what he wanted to, with no explanation!
I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes!
What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise.
He turned to drugs and encountered addictions.
With this brought much disease and afflictions!
He gave up on the wonderful family that was given.
And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’!
I told him about a God who loves him very deeply.
As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary.
I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power!
It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour!
The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body!
He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody!
The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away!
For the son of the living God, changed him this day!
The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection…
Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction!
He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement!
And is a different person now, because of that moment!
This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU!
Through the problems of life…
He will see you through!
By Jim Pemberton
"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one.
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed.
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent.
A meager thought
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows,
Angel clouds all around
Everywhere they are proclaiming the glory of our King!
Trumpets, lions, and angels heralding!
Every single cloud a masterpiece calling out to the world
That the Messiah is soon to arrive on the scene.
Are you ready? Are you ready to see Jesus in His fullest glory?
The angels are standing their posts and entertaining themselves
Through their God-given creativity.
Likened to children building sandcastles along the edge of a mighty ocean
They are sculpting and creating images to bring glory to their King!
The next time you look up and see an image of our Savior remember
The children of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
The angels made clouds for them too as they traversed the wilderness
For 40 long years.
The angels entertained them with their gifts of creativity and gave them a focal
Look up, children of the most high God. Look up and see the splendors of his
mighty angelic army.
They are doing their part to cheer on the Bride of Christ too!
I dedicate this poem to my very dear friend, Andrea Dietrich, who is one of my
favorite poets of all time! This poem is written in response to the many
supernatural sightings around the world of magnificent shaped clouds created
in their fullest glory to honor the soon arrival of Jesus Christ to collect his
Bride! The rapture of the church of Jesus Christ is at hand. Repent and be
ready or be prepared to endure the most difficult time this planet has ever
experienced. These are the events written of in the book of Acts 2:19.
The chaos is shedding
Of happiness is floating
The madness..chaos is concealing
Comes from the Lord -
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And answers everyone's calls
Always like the
preacher man say
Pray always is
What I was thought
From my youth
In the temple
Here I wonder
What kind of prayer
This men pray
What will be the prayer
Of a doctor if it hospital
Is empty and he runs out of
What is a prayer of a
Lawyer when he got no
Case to defend and runs out
Of money to ford his bills?
A car mechanic
What will be the prayer of a car
Mechanic when his work shop is
Empty with no customer?
What kind of prayer do a prostitute
Say when the men are no longer
Who kind of prayer does a criminal
Say when he got no one to cheat and even when he got a lot already cheated on?
I wonder if he pray for
Any one apart from himself
Yet he prays
I wonder what will be his
Prayer every morning
He woke up from bed
On and on
Oh prayer is good
Yet the man that pray so much
Is either not the best
For so many call on god
Yet don't know god
While Few never does or rather
Pray so much but fear god
For every mind prays
With an intention
As focus is only but
In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction
The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress
You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
He had vowed to pay a visit
When he said good-bye to eight
On this date of June the second
Perfect time to celebrate
Picked wild flowers in the thicket
Made a circular bouquet
Placed them down across the headstone
Of the boy who bore his name
As he stood there he felt joyful
Certain Billy was with God
For no youngster suffered satan
When his flesh returned to sod
Then, he thought about his grandpa
Who had died at sixty-eight
He recalled him as a good man
But he wondered, "Was Gramps saved?"
Billy started feeling lonely
Thought, "It makes no sense to me
Why a young child gets free passage
Into God's eternity
"If I grow up feeling faithless
Must I pay forevermore
That's a risk that's not worth taking
Maybe I should close the door"
He climbed back aboard his three-speed
Pedaled out onto Route Five
Saw a semi coming toward him
One quick turn could end his life
He felt sorry for his parents
All the grief his death would cause
Then he thought about forever
They were saved, he might get lost
When the truck had almost reached him
He veered sharply in its path
And he closed his eyes and waited
For the bloody aftermath
But he never heard a crash
He was sitting in Demato's
With a Nehi on a tray
But they wouldn't take his money
For his drink, or birthday cake
So for little Billy Edwards
A new chapter had begun
No more sweating out his future
Childhood was a time for fun
He believed all of his loved ones
Would re-gather one fine day
In a place none could imagine
Well beyond the Milky Way
Where he'd meet the other Billy
Learn the answers one-by-one
Why his was the only gravesite
And why he had died so young
And as Bill grew slowly older
He convinced a goodly lot
That we didn't merely happen
But Somebody called the shot
Hopped out early from his bunk bed
Jumped into his old blue jeans
Slipped his hand into his pocket
Found enough change for a drink
Put his tennie to the kickstand
Hopped aboard his three-speed bike
Smiled in great anticipation
Drew a breath of summertime
Strapped his helmet to his noggin
Heading on a morning ride
He had reason to be smiling
Now that this day had arrived
Billy rode along the asphalt
Like a bird he felt so free
No more classrooms, no more homework
School was out for twelve whole weeks
He cruised past Demato's grocery
An old stucco painted white
Where good gossip was the staple
Soft-boiled peanuts on the side
Heard some geese honk from the mill pond
Saw a yearling near the pass
Billy eased off on the pedals
Trying to make the moment last
Sunlight gently swept across him
O'er the treeline at the rise
Fragrant honeysuckle blossomed
In the holler near Route Five
And he wondered about Heaven
Could it be as nice as this
He was sure of one thing nicer
His dear grandpa whom he missed
As miles disappeared behind him
And his thirst began to build
He had one more place to visit
For his trip to be fulfilled
Soon he reached the Tower Toll Bridge
Though no toll was ever paid
Inside joke by the designers
Built for one car, either way
In the distance he could see it
A lone tombstone on a grave
The old church that stood beside it
Had a century's decay
He dismounted at the entrance
And approached the ancient sign
All it said was Billy Edwards
Born in eighteen-fifty-nine
Date of death gone to erosion
But his age was given - eight
And the last time Billy came here
Both their ages were the same
For a full year he had worried
If he'd die within that time
Just the same as Billy Edwards
Now he had some peace-of-mind
the gospel of Luke is the most detailed accounting of Jesus Christ
It reveals His conception, His early childhood and His missionary life
In the gospel of Luke he tells about God's 2 part master plan
to deliver a Messiah into Israel's hands
the first part of the plan was to send an anointed blessing
to Zachariah and Elizabeth for all their years of childless stressing
a son was finally born to them whose mission would be one of preparation
John the Baptist who would pave the way for the One coming to deliver salvation
the second part of the plan was the supernatural conception of God's chosen one
a virgin girl with a true faith to be the vessel for His earthly son
Mary was her name and in her the Lord God had found favor
the 2nd cousin to John the Baptist and now to become the mother of our Savior
Mary went to her cousin Elizabeth and told her of the Angel's words
at first she was anxious and troubled and then she thought it was absurd
then Elizabeth said, look at me, I carry a miracle in my aged womb
and if the Angel of God said that to you in your mind now make the room
we are connected by blood and it makes perfect sense and sound reasoning
that God would give us both a miracle
in order to do what for Him is most pleasing
and at that meeting the child in Elizabeth's womb
received the Holy Spirit and jumped for joy
the confirmation that Mary was the vessel chosen
to bring forth God's little boy
called to be a vessel Mary was the chosen one
called to be a vessel to give life to God's only Son
as God has a purpose and a mission for each of us
and all He asks is that in His word we learn to trust
for when God gives you a word the situation is already in place
and when God gives you a word just accept His infinite wisdom and grace
it might not make much sense to you but that's all right
just do whatever God desires of you and be acceptable in His sight
called to a vessel for in you God has found favor
called to be a vessel because of your obedient behavior
called to be a vessel by accepting God's purposeful hands
when you're called to be a vessel to carry out the Lord's master plans