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High Bred Reality

     Soul progress
     back field in motion
The guff
     Chose, chose, live grow leave!  GO!

Leapt from heaven's gold
Jump started into a human mold

    White clapboard poverty with tiger lily blooms,
blueberry rake poverty woolen looms.

Riffs of Emerson, Whitman, Longfellow dawns,
mothers’ hazel eyes, father Davidesque form,
chosen to drive twixt a Jew and a screw.
          Magnet of lunacy...
Tumbled like an agate into the stream of life
part of the dream lesson
scream      lesson

Abuser of power, one who had once roared,
 Eve shaped now, weak and mewling
                 between the weeds of woe.
Care taken by lovers torn.
          Watched over by pedophile uncles.
Befriended by lewd Father of sons.
Adult child, searching amongst the Word
for the Word is God           and GOD …
       There are so many   words
    
Root ripped scenes from beauty to horror
Shiksa* taunts seep in with the smell of borsch. 
 A pumpkinseed amongst the pricks of Brooklyn
A wild rose planted in the asphalt soil 
     Doo-wop      ditty
Jew’s bop to a Dago harmony,
bagels, bialys and the French twisted strands 
of great grandma’s hair.
          Clipped, stripped of family shoved whole 
into yet another new mold.
      True believers,  ah yes,      fanatics all.
The struggle to survive whole healthy
dipped in, dripped in, a bath of acid and  thorazine. 
Polish priests pedal platitudes to the sisters of St. Joseph 
behind the gilded glory of the Church.

Raped by trust and betrayed by lovers,
a rose married to a prickles thorn,
so empathy is gained, and a healer born.
              Metal must be formed in a crucible of fire 
A healer can not be born without tasting the pyre.



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A Red Rose for Mama

Her eyes of blue skies and skin of a pure pearl that shines so bright
And golden sunshine of hair that has her smile, always at heart.
In her dreams, a promise of tomorrow will bring much light,
And send a red rose for Mama, and a kiss to say "goodnight".

In times of sorrows, I am her second daughter, who wishes her best,
For she has left her footprint on my heart, words can never be less.
As I wouldn't trade another, thou' I have known her to be kind,
When prayers to God that will give her peace, and strength in mind.

For a better tomorrow, we all love Mama and keep her comfort with you,
May you always be encouraged, may you ever hold on too!
As God holds you in his arms and wraps you with his shield of trust,
And words alone is different, than a red rose for Mama, filled with lust!


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Dead Man's Blood

Dead man's blood,
that rose again.
My salvation
to this life I've lived.

No one sees my heart,
true and whole,
see the blood on my hands,
this knowledge I know.

Without this faith
I would just die over and over again,
drowning in a pool 
of these unholy sins.

It is dead man's blood,
that rose again,
that pours over me,
and cleanses these hands.

No one sees my scars,
self-inflicted by my soul,
cutting my skin,
burning me whole.

And with out this faith
these scars would never heal,
blood would continually run
down this vessel I am in.

It is a dead man's blood,
that rose again,
that searches in my soul 
and makes me whole again.

This dead man weeps,
walks by my side,
reminds me every day,
that he is truly alive.

He holds me tight in the dark,
shines the holiest of lights,
keeps me warm in winter,
and covers me in the darkest night.

It is a dead man's blood,
that miraculously rose again,
that has proven to me,
that he is the true Prince.






Details | I do not know? | |

Every rose has its thorn

For every time we take a breath
And every time we stop to rest,
To look around at all that grows
Embracing all the love that flows.

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn

For every tear of sorrow we weep
The new day of thousands in forgotten sleep,
Unhinged the heart of one more soul
For King or Queen or eternal goal.

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn

The last of the tommys lays his wreath
For next time he may lye beneath,
Reunited with friends separated long ago
To re-live the highest high and the lowest low.

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn

For every rose
For every thorn
For every darkness
Unveils a new morn


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My Rose of Sharon

Rose of Sharon;
Sweet suitor, Holy wind;
come blow upon my heart;

My heart has drifted
let your fragrance flow again
Let us sip together the pure wine;
that I may feel again your tender embrace
that I might be forever at your side;
still my hearts cry; my longing.

My Loves pain;
the thorns, the scars

Loves perfect gift!
Sweet fragrant Rose of Sharon:
Perfect Love,
written with loves pure heart,
on fleshy tables of my heart.

Your heart that bled
Love that cried,
My Love never to deny;
A Love that waits.... for me!

My beloved stands without;
Arise my heart I say
unlock the door,
Open, see,
the blood stains
on the door

Let Your Blood
wash away 
my sins of youth,
loves exacting toll;
her fragrant petals
her bed of thorns.

I am washed my beloved;
Clean, white, like the milk
that flows down mountainside
like a herd of sheep on Gilead.
My heart skips like a lamb
in springtime on fields of green;

Nourished and loved
nurtured forever at Your side;
My father, my Mother;
My Savior, My Lord,
My King, Holy Suitor,
Your Bloom, Your fragrance;
                                                                  

My sweet Rose Of Sharon. 

                                                           Brenda V Northeast 18/April/05


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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.


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Red Roses

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?



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Rose Parade

. The flames 
. . inside 
. . . cold blue
. . you made,
. Watch a wilting 
. . rose parade
. . . Drowning roses 
. . losing color,
. Beauty, all, 
. . will kill another,
. . . Killed by 
. . crashing blue 
. cascade

. . Burning hatred; 
. . . frozen blue
. . Searching for a 
. golden hue
. . Where's the 
. . . sunlight 
. . casting light
. On rose parades, 
. . clear cascades,
. . . and all the life 
. . we thought
. we knew?


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

A true rose of Jericho

 I come whence I go the Lord alone knows 								            like this wheel in the sky this a true rose 									              without recognition rolling along  												done in the green Him alone life belongs 											in the dry what will be done prophesied 											weeping for love His children despised           									           marred  until  latter rain received         											 with one drop again we must first believe      										new life resurrection no longer weeds                      									with a certain dwelling place which is free                                                                                        		              these three agree so are we in this earth 										 drinking all we can until the new birth                                                                                        -  by john Beam based on Anastatica  The rose of Jericho. A resurrection plant is any plant with the habit of reviving after seeming to be dead or of seeming to revive when being in fact dead.


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EMPOWERING INNOCENCE

written 21st June 2013


A 'single'.. rose grows with purity, into a field, en-fenced
 from that 'moment' it buds, watch...as its passion, and grace.. intertwine
It begins to bloom, with such confidence
 showing off.. its elegance, with 'complete' dominance
For you are left... 'totally' unaware of an, 'entire' field of daisies, swaying.... such poetry
 such passion, and grace.. still exists in the heart, of humanity
The worlds future... 'completely' relies on 'peace' to become heard
 but how far has...man let it go, our hearts hold hope, for the same entity
Peace, love and harmony
 for those "who" choose to believe
Jesus freed, the curse we received by 'Adam' and 'Eve'
 they have found, love and peace
Taking it upon themselves, they help... the next man, to be 'free'
 within God's own time, we 'will' see, heaven on earth
For it is 'still' a gift... we all receive, at the hour of our birth
 


Details | Free verse | |

A Rose Fell

A rose fell to

the ground,

he slowly picked

it up and took it

home to his

dying little girl,

as she took the

rose from him,

she told him this

oh daddy, just before

you came home I asked

Jesus if I could smell

a rose just one more

time before I died,

now my prayer has

been granted to me

and now I can go home

with Him this very

night.  

wrote 4-9-11


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A Rose

A Rose is a special flower
that is sleek and smooth to touch
 A Rose is a flower that i cherish very  much
a Rose has a lovley fragrace and always looks nice
a Rose has a way to a  girls heart
where love it can entice
a Rose is more lovley than the rest
for you are the Rose 
and i adore you the best
A Rose grows in the garden
of my heart
where i will water 
and take care of it everyday
for you are my Rose
that is special in eevry way.

   for a special friend who is a rose to me,  you know who you are and you hold a place in my heart always xxx


Details | I do not know? | |

a white rose from heaven

a white  rose fell from heaven 
and graced the earth below.

soft, beautiful, tender.
as though touched by the entities above.
each petal dripping, overflowing with emotion
radiating with love.

blown, tossed about by the wind
no one knew its source.
determined this rose was to wait
and accomplish its purpose

picked up and put in a vase one day,
this rose knew that this wasn't its place to stay.

then at a time when all seemed fine
a fern was pushed into its space,
but there wasn't enough room in this little vase.

so out the white rose was thrown into a place cold and 
unknown
trodden upon.
its radience no longer shone.

like the palm trees that thrive in the dessert
and the seedlings that sprout when blessed
with water from above...

remember this,
this gentle beauty wasnt alone
she had God's love.


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awaiting

Roses are red 
 violets are blue
Jesus is in heaven
 is he waiting for you!


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The Blossoming Rose

The Rose grows
    in a quiet place now
    where none ever would before,
in a secret garden
    next to a hidden well
    all kept deep inside
                    my heart.

Many times when I would
    think of you,
    a seed
would get planted in my garden,
    but, the water from
        the well
    was not enough
        to germinate
        the seed,
so the rose
    couldn't grow.

After years
    and years
of thoughts
    and thinking
    about you,
you came back
    into my life
and the well
that was drying up
    found itself
    a new source
        of water,
    a meandering brook
    moved and shaped
    by heavenly forces
    now helped to fill up and feed
                                        the well.

As my daily time
    with you increased,
    more seeds were planted
    with one, so far, taking root.
Combining waters from the brook
    and the well
    plus lots of sunlight,
the Rose is growing
    and starting to blossom.

It’s living on my love
    (the hidden well),
            your love
    (the meandering brook),
        and God’s love
    (the Son’s Light).

I believe now this Rose
    will continue to thrive
    in the secret garden
                of my heart
    as my love for you
            will always be,
    so will the Rose
                never die.


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




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The Rapture

The Rapture “13 But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. 15 For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. 16 For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord.” 1 Thess 4:13-17 NKJV Jesus died and rose again, As will the righteous in the first resurrection. With a shout and the voice of an archangel, All will hear God’s trumpet call to salvation. They’ll join their Savior in the air; Followed by those who are alive and remain; Caught up together in the clouds; Immortality to forever claim. Do not sorrow for those who’ve fallen asleep. For they have hope of tomorrow eternal. Wipe the tears from your eyes; Your next meeting by God’s made possible. When our Lord reveals himself, Our human frames, He’ll resemble; The beloved children of God, By The Rapture will assemble. In a resurrected and glorified state, The righteous dead will gaze upon His glory— Maranatha, come, O Lord; The Second Coming no longer a story. The names of those enrolled in heaven, Will be ticked off upon God’s slate. Both the virtuous dead and living; The Gifted eternity to relate. This Rapture will be no secret— The whole earth will see Christ come. Some will cry out for the rocks to fall on them; By His glory they’re totally overcome. Christ is a consuming fire To those who know Him not; They’ve wasted their opportunities— The love of God rejected or forgot! The Rapture completed; God’s people will ascend To the heavenly Jerusalem— One thousand years to spend. The books will be opened To judge the unrighteous dead; Not by God or the heavenly angels, But by previous mortals instead. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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Missing

Walking around the graveyard
Untaggling his hands from the pocket in his jacket
its clear in his head that he's screaming for something
that something is missing within his heart

Taking off his hat as he sits it on her grave
Pulling out a piece of paper
The death certificate that her name was signed on
a tear falling from his cheek 
he reaches down to pick up the flower he laid there before

crumples at his touch
sitting down the piece of paper
he asked her
how can i love?
when the one i want is not here?

tears fall from his eyes unto the paper 
he lights a candle
sits it by her tombstone

He lays down beside her
listening to the wind
hoping to hear her voice
something he longed for
something that he was missing

he falls asleep
holding the stem of the rose that crumpled before
The pedals fly away with the wind
and the flame of the candle burns out
the rain starts to fall

He lays with his eyes closed
He goes back in time
The rose pedals fall back unto the stem
The paper flies back into his pocket

He walks back into town
Back into the house he was at before
Back at her funeral
to the hospital they were at
When they found out she had cancer
To the church where they got married
To the time when he asked her to marry him
Finally to the place where they met

There story replays again in his mind
he lays cold on the ground beside her
The wind dies down
and the candle starts burning again


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Eternal Battles: the good, the bad and the WITHIN, Part III

PART III: THE BATTLEFIELD
Kingdom of Adam, Kingdom of Satan
Among us HE exists preaching his constitution
And conspiracies 
Oh What Wicked Witty conspiracies 
“Blame on the Lord” HE whispers
Oh yes, simple relief of a great poet 
Playing greatly on the Bun of words
I’m Buried in the duties of life and 
Burdened by the holy ones,
I Rose I Rose Maya Angelou,
I was burned by the lies, 
Defeated by sorrows and murdered by neglect
Exiled my identity in a vast dry Sahara
Rambling through the sands of life 
Overwhelmed by the gigantic landscape;
And it comes again
The consecutive Sandstorm,
HIT
HIT 
HIT
I’m abandoned, I’m lonely, and I’m weak
My thirst is consuming me 
Yearning a tiny drop of forgiveness
And then the shining reflection,
The sudden revelation,
I’m infatuated by its distinct aroma and now I pursue its path
Like abrupt Goosebumps acquired from a good tragedy
I was stimulated and inspired,
Digging through the burrows of my deepest troubles
And confusion there it was an unveiled well
A volcanic eruption of yet another Identity;
My identity
I stood straight and strong..Filled my punched hole of 
Miseries in my guts and this time;
I raised my flags of victory

PartIII of the main Poem "Eternal Battles"


Details | I do not know? | |

boungiorno

hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//


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African Rose

Genes of motherland made her, black, tender of lips of praise.
Her kind hand, wise mind and loving heart never fails.
Like the rose of covers but bear, of unders, but there.
Though sterm is thorny, rosiness is clear.

There’s a Rose in my heart, rooted deeply via art
There’s a Rose in my heart, weeds rounding her I cut
There’s a Rose in my heart, alive I sense the tune of delight
There’s a Rose in my heart, peer in my soul and uncover my insight

There is a Rose in my heart, flawless of reality finally discovered 
There is a Rose in my heart, balling my crystal this time I thee wed 
There is a Rose in my heart, introspection I made sight of beauty I gained
There is a Rose in my heart, providential I became thorns of disaster I destroyed

A hell of toy once folded my well, and then the rose came by
And uncovered the dark, and I now once again have a well of joy
Oh! Sweet Rose stay, then forever stay
Oh! Dear God I pray for this sweet Rose I Pray 


Details | Quatrain | |

NO TEMPTING, BLUE ROSES

Is there such a flower as a despised blue rose...
the one I desperately chose
to sign end under a sad story,
which had neither passion or glory?


With tears so rageful, she thought it was the final goodbye;
why I didn't choose a more charming rose with a different color,
perhaps not as red as her unfaithful heart? It wouldn't have been a lie! 
Ever since, I have shunned and hated blue roses despite their splendor.


They tell me that the reason for my unbearable loneliness
is the urge for touching a face slipped from my grip and will;
if I am to blame...why did I love her with intense sweetness,
and nothing was returned besides a promise so brittle?
 

Let me see only red and yellow roses...but no tempting, blue roses;
I couldn't relive moments rejected by a woman so deceitful and ravishing,
and she smiled as they did, but that trust was distant from the beginning...
marring the lovely appearance of that blue rose standing out from others.


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The Rose's lover

Once upon a time, far upon a distant land,
Was a field so beautiful, it would take your breath away.
For, for acres and acres out tulips fanned.
A beautiful reflection of the sun's bright yellow.
 
But in the midst of the baskets of the sun,
A tiny red bud popped its head,
It grew unnoticed, seen by none.
But as she blossomed, things started to turn around.
 
For among the yellow tulips, the rose was a novelty,
A sight that every passer-by would stop to acknowledge,
To appreciate the possibility, the rose's color, her beauty.
And the tulips' monotonous color only enhanced hers.
 
But even as she was constantly valued and admired,
Even as the whole world seemed to love her,
The only thing that her heart truly desired,
Was the soft caress of the dew drops from heaven.
 
Because you see, under the tulips so towering,
The little rose only had a small window to the skies.
She only watched as the tulips danced in the rain glowing.
Her heart ached for when a tiny drop would fall upon her too.
 
Among her many admirers, one started to visit frequently,
A young man, lean and handsome was enchanted by her.
He would gaze at her and at times stroke her gently,
For he was enraptured by her beauty and fragility.
 
He would sing songs, write poems about her,
And soon the tulips cleared a path for him,
From the edge of the field to his pearl.
But soon the rose was nearing her end.
 
She knew it and despaired, for she never lived her dream,
Even as she revelled in her admirer's love and affection,
She would never get that chance, it did seem,
For she was losing her petals one by one.
 
The last day arrived and she held onto her last.
He was there by her side looking melancholy,
Remembering her vibrant days, visualising the contrast.
Afraid to touch her, he sat by her side.
 
He couldn't help it as a tear slipped out,
But the little drop landed straight on her only petal,
Her heart lifted and her soul soared, for she had no doubt,
That the dew hugging her was more special than any from the sky.
 
In that fleeting moment she felt truly at peace,
She had realized the true meaning of love,
And so the last petal she did release,
To move onto her eternal ever after.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Free verse | |

The Return

" The moon once had a husband 
but she disturbs him much
that she needed rose flowers
and where they are their are no rose 
flowers
so one day he sets for a journey 
to find his love rose flowers
and since then he never return
that is why she stays alone up in the sky
waiting for his return"

we all have a Husband
who left us here where we are
but not in search of rose flowers
He went to prepare a place for us
and He promise us pretty sure
He is coming back to take us
that is why we must wait
not like the moon who waits only in the 
night
but we must wait day and night for His 
return.

(I am talking about Jesus christ
Merry christmas and a prosperous new 
year to all soupers)


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet loves confussion

Blue eye's looked into the night
A tear formed at the corner of his heart
A silent tear
A silent scar
 
A golden rose forever blue
golden virtue lost tonight
A silent though
past moments true

The rose sweet silent thorns
The scars sweet silent storms
Taste the power of thy love
Risk the violence of thy strife

Trust the broken heart of rage
Suffer then your silent cage
Blue eyes looked into the night
forgive that you might start again
 
The rose of love is still the same
A stranger to lifes guessing game
Should thee stay or should thee go
The thorns of love won't let you know

My heart knows pain, mistakes
Should I become the master of my lake
Should I test the rivers of the free
Love binds my life to thee

Sweet rose my heart
sweet love my life
pray that we can find the key
Improve our lives for thee and me

Yes transgressions, we have know
mistakes, bad seeds, have planted grown
The pain has torn us limb from limb
Now we must climb above our sins

Yet change the light of night time blue
build with trust the love we knew
relax the anger, fear let go
trust we'll find the way to grow


Details | Free verse | |

Bountiful Love

There’s love forming next to me…
Sometimes it gets me thinking…
What is it like to be loved?
Maybe it’s the most precious rose in the garden
Maybe it’s like the sun ascending…
Maybe it’s the cocoon releasing a butterfly

There’s love brewing here and there…
Sometimes it catches my eye…
When will I experience it?
Maybe it would be the best part of my life?
Maybe it would be nourishing to my heart?
Maybe it would be the stars gleaming in the night?

It’s an afternoon...that feels pleasant 
Love, merriness and joyfulness sprouting beautifully  
It’s a somewhat unsettling moment…
With me around… soaking in remorse that breaks me 

There’s love succumbing in my heart…
But, my passion is slowly sinking…
What if love isn’t worth my time?
Maybe it’s the weeds that choke the vegetation 
Maybe it’s like the moon darkening…
Maybe it’s the bird facing his first flight…

It’s shocking at first,
But it gives young lovers 
The chance to venture
Into the bright side
Of bountiful  love 

Give me a taste
Of bountiful love


Details | Ode | |

Dear Mom(A sons goodbye)

                                                 Life is delicate like
                                               a rose on a cool fall
                                               morning then without
                                               warning life is taken away.
                 
                                                 I cry not for the rose who's
                                               petals lay scattered at me feet
                                               but for everything else that has
                                               perished..

                                                 I cry for the leaves who's leaves crush
                                              like power in my hand and for the flowers
                                              which droop and sag...

                                                 A mother who left this world too
                                              soon and for her pain in till death finely
                                              came...

                                                 The world is a lot different place
                                               with you gone... But a son has to
                                               move on he can't keep thinking 
                                               something wrong...

                                                He can't keep being sad and blue
                                              don't worry I'll always love you... I'll never
                                              forget the love we shared and how much
                                              you cared...  I love you


Details | Free verse | |

Forever-Part 2

Pacabells cannon starts to play. The gates open and everyone looks my way. Beautiful black and red roses line the red carpet that leads to you. You look amazing tonight too. I look at my white dress as I step into the setting sun. The light catches the black sparkles and roses on my dress and makes me look beautiful, makes me feel like one. A black rose on this beautiful LA sand. A black rose that belongs to a wonderful man. I slowly walk down the aisle. I walk up to you and I smile. There's black and red roses on the alter and I get up ther. I can smell their sweet fregrance in the warm evening air. The paster starts as I look at you. You say you vouls and I say mine too. You say "I do," and I do the same too. You slip yet another beautiful ring on my finger and kiss me so sweetly. We hold hands and walk back down the beautiful rose lined aisle.

 

We walk to the peir where there are beautiful lights hung up everywhere. I spin to look at the beauty and you lean in close to me and say, "wait here." You walk up to the DJ and request and smile as a familure tune comes on. I continue to smile and I take your hand. you walk me back out onto the beautiful sand.  "Our first dance," you say. My smile gets bigger when I here Amazed starts to play. You pull me closer to you as we start to move from side to side. My nourvousness is hard to hide. "You okay beautiful?" you ask softly as you gently run your hand through my hair. "Yeah baby, I'm fine," I say as I see people gather around and stare. We dance and we sway sweetly and quietly. We kiss and dance slowly. We kiss again and you start to sing along with the song. I've been waiting for this day, I've been waiting so long.

 

We'r walking on the beach again. hand in hand. you still in your tux, I'm still in my dress. This is our future. Together. Forever. The setting sun catches my ring. It shines brightly. "I love you," I say and we kiss again. "I love you too," you say and gently pick me up.

You carry me back up to the house. You carry me up sairs and lay me on our bed. You lay beside me and gently kiss my head.

We lay there and talk for hours and hours. We smile and laughas our future stretches on in front of us.


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Unremitting Serenade (Part two)

She said
“We are slowly and always eroding
As we lose more and more
By little bits and little bits they fall
They are falling 
Prey to the fading and wasting away
Of the nameless one and all his dark children
Those of dark hearts and souls dimmer still
And yet we weep to find such ones as you
Who fade as well
For we see in you the ability to listen to the rhythm of the world
To the celestial hymns of the stars
And you heed the whisperings of those around you
So we grieve for those of you with hearts and souls so bright
And despair when you lose yourselves to unbelief
We cry when the listening becomes a burden
And thus as you fade
So we erode
And bit little bit we fall
Are falling 
I lament the loss of all I’ve ever known 
And it frightens me
That all the glory-bright children who guide you at night
My brothers and my sisters
Whose tears fall for you and so many like you 
Shall leave my sight forever
When comes the wasting 
And the fading’s complete
Yet all my agonies for you outweigh mine own
For you truly believe in the vasting
All its loneliness
With its great nothingness and all its tranquil non-existence
I weep for the breath of grey upon your soul
Tainted thus from scars of the past
And I mourn for the one who may yet still come
To shed you of all armours and shrouding veils
For I wonder if you will struggle 
And fight each step of the way
Because I fear the tainting and the fading 
Has dug in too deep

Or will you allow the one to see
Behind the reflecting pools of your eyes
To converse with you
The one only I have seen so clearly
The one that hides deep inside 
Behind those eyes
Willingly 

For you the future I glimpsed 
Was so bright
Because I saw in the palm of your hand
A key of hope
Such a key as could open any door
And yet I have watched with helpless wonder
As the hall of many doors began to lock
To one by one bar themselves
‘twas a time when you traded
The white rose for the red
So you might remain within your world a while longer
So that perhaps you might discover once again
The lost faith
And all the many wonders you used to see without the veils
The little things you had abandoned
And to this end you held the rose within your arms each mourning
To find the fresh reason why
Sorrow should stay his hand
And why
Why he should have left you alone
When it was you who brought yourself to the brink each day
To the edge of the world


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Unremitting Serenade (Part one)

And again he took up his pen
To place upon pages
That his soul and heart may be heard
His message may be listened to
Though he has no voice
For the one, the only one
And he awoke
In dream

Once more I stood before the Seraph
Upon the brink of this world and the next
With a bright star illuminating the infinite sky
And behind me a gossamer stair descended
Yet all of this I saw so vaguely
For my eyes beheld the Angel once more
Once again I noticed her smile
The whisper of rose upon her cheeks
Soft luminescence within her eyes
A tender sheen of dewdrop red upon her lips
And her luscious waves and shimmering of hair
I inhaled all her intoxicating scent
The unknown essence
And yet this time I noticed 
A flaw
Upon bright downy wings
I saw a slight shading a dimming of the white
There lay a breath of grey
A lamentation arose within me
But the Seraph gazed upon me to smile
Thus she spoke

As her words fell upon my ears
The unremitting serenade arose throughout
To sing with much despair so all would know
The reasons for the dimming of the sun
The shading of the vast skies
Why the moon rose to blot out the bright stars
To place sorrow here upon the edge of the world
Behind me the waves of lamentation hit the stair
To shatter the silken strands to dust
And within me a keening rose
From deep inside beyond the soul’s resting-place
Out from the depths it rose
To rage and unleash its wrath
To cause my blood to bubble and boil
To fill my body and mind with a conflagration
I raised my arms above
And opened my eyes wide gazing beyond
The rabid vortex of fire
To scream
I screamed, I screamed
To break my soul


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Jesus Lives

Once a very long time was born a perfect,righteous man 
He died upon a rugged cross, but yet, He rose and lived again. 
Jesus died that day but in the grave He didn't really stay 
From the clutches of sin and death He broke for us the chain 
As the boulder from his sepulcher rolled away they said. 
I am so glad to believe that Jesus came in order to save us all. 
And now between our Heavenly Father and us there's no more a wall. 
Because God to this earth His only Begotten Son He sent. 
And Jesus in total perfection his whole life He spent. 
But upon the cross He chose for us to bear our sins. 
He definitely did it all for us out of Love. 
He absolutely did it all just for you and me… 
He died while pleading forgiveness to His Heavenly Father above. 
Yes, death couldn't keep Him down as He rose again that day. 
The grave was found emptied and Jesus was never seen there 
And Jesus bought with his Precious blood our sins that day. 
The stone just rolled away and Jesus lives in my heart everyday. 
Jesus has risen!And He lives! He can wash your sins and mine.Be thankful and pray. 
Jesus my king and Savior lives and always will be here for you and me. 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


March,26,2009


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Unremitting Serenade (Part six)

To this it was my turn to answer
With a slow shake of my head
I answered the Angel
With a quiet calm of serenity
I grinned


“How can I surrender to my pain
When there are ones such as she
Who ache
Who cry out and go unanswered and ever unheeded
Tell me why I should put myself before such a one as she
How can I give in when to do so would break my heart
Thus for all the others who grieve
And see what I see
So I will go on
Forever on
Though it takes my life
From now till then
If I could and replace it too
I would take the torment from one other”
And as I said this the Angel sat up to frown
But before she spoke to me a long moment passed
This time she asked a question
With an answer too
And so I would say no more
No more

“Have you realised at long last
That no longer can you continue to run
You can run no more”

So she spoke
With whispers
And behind me rose an infinite stair descending
Above me deep in the sky rose a soft yellow sunlight
A bright star illuminating the heavens
Within it I watched the Seraph
Fly and so she soared
And from the edge of the world
I slowly turned
To step down with the song in my ears
The unremitting serenade
I awoke


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The God Of Abraham

Do you know the God of Abraham 
El Elyon, the great I Am
He’s called Yahshua and he can save
The spoils of Egypt Pharaoh gave
By El Shaddai he’s know to some
The nurturing God, the tender one
David’s precious Yah of Psalm
Of Gilead the Healing Balm
The Rose of Sharon wont depart
If you let this rose grow in your heart
The Rock of Ages he’s always been
Who came to earth to bear our sin
Our guilt our shame, he took our loss
And carried it upon his cross
He gave us hope and peace and love
He restored our friendship with God above
The Great Shepherd has many names
But forever and always he’s still the same
He’s known as Jesus to you and me
And with that name he sets men free.


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The Thorns And The Rose

We sprawled along the fence that day,
two Roman soldiers passed our way.
They came not today to smell the Rose,
twas we, the thorns, the Soldier's chose.

The beautiful rose most all came to see,
never speaking of or seeming to notice we.
But this overcast day we heard the word thorn,
then King Of The Jews whose head we'd adorn.

To protect the Rose had been our only role,
but today a Crown on a crude shaped pole.
Being forever remembered, and cruelly said,
that at death we adorned the Savior's head.




































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According to the Scriptures

Jesus died for my sins
(According to the Scriptures)
He was laid in a tomb
(According to the Scriptures)
But He rose to life again
(According to the Scriptures)
Now He's coming real soon
(According to the Scriptures)     [Chorus]

Jesus died for my sins, He was laid in a tomb
But He rose to life again, now  He's coming real soon
According to the Scriptures and believed by the saints
Yet if Christ be not raised then our faith is in vain
BUT!  Jesus is alive and He rose from the dead
We're the Body of Christ and Christ is the head
Who's become the firstfruit of those who've slept
Afterward at His Coming, those who have been kept
From the pollution of the world, the solution is faith
Being sealed with His Spirit until we see Christ's day
When all things are subdued and the mountains will fall
The son is subject to the father, God is all and in all
Every knee will surely bow and tongue confess that
Jesus is Lord while secrets of the hearts manifest
Some on the right hand, others on the left
As he separates the wheat from the chaff with his breath

[Chorus]

It's according to the Word, now it's time for you to level
You can't drink of Jesus cup and the cup of the devil
Awake to righteousness and sin not!
And it's ashame if you don't have the knowledge of God
Watch ye, stand fast in the faith be strong
Submit yourself to Jesus flee away from all wrong
For evil companionships corrupt good manners
So stay with holy ones lifting up the Lord's banner
As Christ increases, we decrease daily dying
Maximizing with the People Of War Ever Rising
While awaiting the redemption of our bodies we're victors
And we'll go up in the Rapture according to the Scriptures

[Chorus]


{A rap I wrote while in college in celebration of Easter-  I Cor. 15:3,4}


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A Faded Rose

A faded rose from days gone by
Just sitting in the dark
Faded petals and dried up leaves
On my soul there’s a question mark.

Why is this rose all dried up,
And faded by the way?
Why is it sitting in the dark
And not in the light of day?

In three more days, will things be better,
Will this rose bloom once again?
The reason this rose is in the dark
Is because of mankind’s sin.

This rose is not really faded,
But it’s a temporary death.
Soon this rose will live again
So we can take a spiritual breath.

The Rose of Sharon rose again
No longer lying in the dark.
But living saving, healing and filling
On our souls, He’s left His mark.
 


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A Rose 4 A Rose

A Rose 4 A rose to make our love grow,
being with you is like being in heaven 
No worries except one saying goodbye, until tomarrow.
A kiss from you is like touching an angel in the sky
whenever I see you I feel as if I can fly.
Please, oh please sweet angel in the sky, don't say goodbye.
I have fallen in love with you as time has passed,
we have grown close in life as time has passed by,
you have flown in my life and stolen my heart, my love,
goodbye, for now until tomarrow.




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Flowers

Daffodil, rose and carnation,
White, red, pink and many more,
Flowers were on their beauty,
Air comes to kiss their leaves.

They smiles and laughs,
When sun shines on them,
They spread their fragrance,
Butterfly and beetle comes to dance.

.ladybirds and honeybees round them,
As a pilgrim worships to his God,
A red rose is a symbol of love,
Also connects the broken hearts,

Nature, birds, animals and human,
All are happy to look flowers,
They spread scent everywhere,
To reduce bad smell in Air.

We need to appreciate this art,
Who cares for fresh breath?
A person can’t offer so greatness,
He cut them for money dish.