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Details | Free verse | |

A Cinderella Story

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“Simon, I have something to say unto you. There was a certain creditor

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Whom had two debtors. One owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty.

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And when they had nothing with which to pay he freely forgave them both.

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Tell Me, therefore, which of them shall love him more?”

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Simon answered and said, “I suppose the one whom he forgave more.”

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He said to him, “You have rightly judged.” He then turned to the woman and  
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Said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house, you gave Me

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No water for My feet, but she has washed my feet with her tears and wiped them

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With the hair of her head. You gave me no kiss, but this precious woman

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Has not ceased to kiss My feet since I came in. You did not anoint My head 

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With oil, but this priceless woman has anointed my feet with fragrant oil.

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Therefore I say unto you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for 

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She loved much. But to whom little is forgiven, the same loves little.”

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And He said to her, “Your sins are forgiven...Your faith has saved you. 

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Go in peace.” ~ “A Cinderella Story” ~


Details | Free verse | |

ONLY YOU

                                    Never thought, never knew,
                           that some day I'd find a woman like you.
                                    A woman with pure delight.
                       A woman who's mind is so aimlessly bright, that
              the sacrifices made brings the world underneath your sunlight.
                           A woman with thoughts and emotions that
                                 are defined through her eyes.
                   Laying next to her our thoughts mount up as one and
                                      disappear in deep sky's.

                                  Yes adversity will come and go,
                           but in life, with faith we'll constantly grow
            Although there are tears shed and pain that we will seldom share,
                    No other individual will come close enough to compare
                              Time we've spent is no regret to me,
                               Just hope you and I will forever be.


"An old piece"


Details | Ballad | |

The Accolade

 Fighting mid the strong and bold,
His eye and blade were keen;
Marching like a thund'ring storm
On foes of Faith, his queen.

Now returned in victory
Upon his mighty bay,
Set he off to Langley Tow'r
Her summons to obey.

"John the Squire," the footman called,
And held the oaken door;
Faith, it seemed, had gleaming eyes
Like never once before.

"John! 'tis good to see thee hale,"
The queen exclaimed, and rose:
Tales have sped to Langley's gates
Of many broken bows."

"God has saved me whole and well,
By prayers, I ween, of thee;
Tell me please, my lady Queen
What service I may be."

Saying thus, the squire bowed
And doffed his burnished helm;
Struck in awe by Faith, his love,
The queen of Arthur's realm.

"Gilbert saith," rehearsed the queen,
"That deeds of thee are done
Greater yet than those of Wat 
Or even Henry's son."

Tears bedecked her youthful face,
And glistened in the light;
John the Squire, as she had hoped,
Had done her favour right.

"Nay!" the humble squire cried,
"This word is not so true!
How could I, the meanest squire,
Perform the deeds they do?"

"Hush!" It was a firm command;
"I'll hear these lies no more; 
Kneel before me, Squire John,
A knight shall leave the door."

Down before the queen he knelt,
He pledged his knighthood true;
Swore her ev'ry small command
With cheerful heart to do.

From his side she drew his sword,
She struck the accolade;
"Thus the greatest knight," she said,
"Is from a squire made."

From her hand the sword did fall,
It clashed upon a stone:
"John, if battle claimed thy life,
How could I be alone?"

"God has prospered all my ways;
My Queen, I praythee, cease!
Soon these wars shall claim our foes,
And Britain be in peace."

Faith remained there by her throne,
With light upon her hair;
Not one maid of Camelot
Was even half so fair.

"God be with thee evermore,"
She bravely said at last;
"Guard and keep thee from the foe
Until the very last."

John the Knight farewell did bid,
And swiftly rode away:
When the wars were hammered out,
He'd be a king in May.


  For the Famous Art contest. Inspired by the painting "The Accolade" -1901 by Edmund Blair Leighton. 
http://www.scarletquince.com/pat.php?pat=BLA001
Heather will have to copy and paste this url in a web browser, the rest of you can use the links in About Poem.


Details | Lyric | |

Warmth of Breeze

Imagine me as a book covered with dust,
A soul whose warmth for years remained untouched

Letters on every page were ill-defined, unclear
The essence was hidden in an ambiguous fear

Uninterested I was in the societal rigmarole,
Me and my outer self were at opposite poles

Quite hesitant I was to turn to the next page
As I knew it would amount only to stormy rage
Quite concerned I was for my future pages and me,
The so-called bright world appeared shadowy

And in this dusky weather, suddenly the air felt unusual
This didn’t happen in years, the matter truly seemed crucial

I bizarrely felt the warmth of cool welcoming zephyr
My pages drifted, smiled and glinted like a pearl

My dull existence got transfigured into a life full-of-beans
Personified I was into a woman of worth, a woman of means

And now after owning this bag full of happiness,
I started reading the letters carved on me,

This time they were decipherable and defined,
They managed to unite me, my heart and my mind.

I looked around, in quest of the soul who revived me
Who passed by me and set my tangled soul free

Seeing him was out of question, quite hazy he appeared to me,
I could only fantasize him as a cozy breeze over the sea

Now, this breeze could be felt only when you are around me
You…  only you and nothing beyond
You…  the only one to make my passion profound
You… in your absence too you could be felt around
You … the only one in whom I am found!


Details | Rhyme | |

Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Light Poetry | |

Soul Sisters

Such an Amazing girl god put into my life.

He knew i needed you at that exact time

Funny when we met I thought you were to good for me

But when you approached me the sweetest girl I did meet.

From that day on we have never truly been apart cause I

carry you around everywhere in my heart. You have been the

rock when I needed a friend around, you have been the light

when the darkness consumed me and took away my sunshine

Even when were miles apart the phone connects us and keeps

our strongest bond. 17 years feels like such a short time but

I feel I have always had you in my life. Soul Sisters we were

meant to be.. You my beloved friend are such a fresh breeze

Even after a year apart it was like yesterday that we did part

so through the many miles and through the long hard road

I know this friendship will always survive. Your a burst of joy

to me each day I thank the Lord for the sweet blessing he gave!

BY:Christina McCullouch

7/28/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

For Always

Every moment I can't see your face;
These are the days and nights when I miss you.
I ask that you stay for always,
On sunny days and when it rains too.

If I speak to another pretty dame,
She's not the flame inside that grows.
In my heart you will remain;
This one thing I'd like you to know.



©2013 Honestly JT
For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest


Details | Narrative | |

CHURCH FOLK

SHE WAS HIGH, AND SMELLING, RIPE OF SEX 
WHEN SHE WALKED INTO THE CHURCH. 
IT WAS EVENING SERVICE, BUT STILL, THE AIR WAS HOT. 
HER BLOUSE WAS OPEN, HER JEANS WERE TIGHT, 
BUT HER SPIRIT WAS SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS... 
SHE NEEDED RELEASE FROM HER BONDAGE, OR HER SOUL WOULD ROT. 
UNSURE OF THE SOURCE, OF THE POWER THAT LED HER... 
THAT SPOKE TO SOME SUBCONSCIOUS NEED, 
TO SALVAGE THAT PORTION OF LIFE, NOT YET WITHERED AWAY. 
SHE REMEMBERED THE YEARS AS A CHILD, SHE WOULD LISTEN 
TO PARENTS THAT READ FROM THE BIBLE. 
THE PARENTS THAT TAUGHT HER TO TRUST GOD, AND TAUGHT HER TO 
PRAY. 

SHE NOTICED SOME CHURCH FOLK, WERE LOOKING HER WAY, 
THEIR EYES FULL OF COLD CONDEMNATION. 
EXPRESSIONS THAT THREATENED TO PAINT HER WITH FEATHERS AND 
TAR. 
HER GRANDMOM ONCE TOLD HER THE PROBLEM WITH CHURCH 
WAS CHURCH FOLK...THAT SURE LOVE TO JUDGE 
WHO SOMEHOW FORGOT, THAT CHRIST SAID,"TO COME AS YOU ARE." 
SO WITH THAT IN MIND, SHE MANAGED TO SMILE 
THE SMILE OF A SINNER WITH PURPOSE... 
THE SMILE OF A WOMAN ACCUSTOMED, TO TREATMENT LIKE DIRT. 
HER SPIRIT WAS DRIVEN AND FUELED INTO FOCUS 
BY PAIN AND BAD CHOICES SHE'S MADE 
SHE WAS SEEKING FORGIVENESS IN CHRIST, SO THEIR LOOKS, DID NOT 
HURT. 

THESE CHURCH FOLK WHO FELT THEMSELVES RIGHTEOUS AND HOLY 
WHO FELT IT THEIR DUTY TO JUDGE HER... 
WHO ALL KNEW THE WORD, BUT SOMEHOW FORGOTTEN ITS TRUTH. 
COULD NOT STEAL THE JOY AND THE PEACE NOW UPON HER 
A CALM SHE'D NOT FOUND, IN THE WORLD... 
A REBIRTH OF SOMETHING SHE'S MISSED 
SINCE THE DAYS OF HER YOUTH. 
SHE WAS THERE TO PRAISE "GOD', NOT THE PEOPLE, 
WHO WHISPERED AND POINTED HER WAY, 
HIS DOORS REMAIN OPEN TO "ALL", WHO WOULD SEEK TO COME IN. 
THEY'VE BECOME TOO RELIGIOUS, TO BE ABOUT GOD 
THESE CHURCH FOLK, WHO CALL THEMSELVES SAINTS... 
NOT RECOGNIZING THEIR JUDGMENT, THE MUCH GREATER SIN. 

THIS WOMAN WAS TIRED OF LIVING HER LIFE, IN SINFUL DARK WAYS OF 
THE FLESH, 
AND CHURCH FOLK WOULD THINK, TO SHUT HER OUT, TURN HER AWAY. 
WELL THIS ONE MADE IT IN, BUT HOW MANY WILL NOT 
SHUT OUT...BY THE PERFECT, SELF RIGHTEOUS... 
HOW MANY MORE OF OUR LOST SOULS, WILL CHURCH FOLK, BETRAY 
AMEN! 
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Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


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There's A Web of Temptation And Sin

There’s a Web of Temptation and Sin!

There’s a web of temptation and a lot of sin…
That brings slavery and a strong bondage within!

Throughout this land, there’s an evil surge!
While many lives, seem to be getting “submerged!”

Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in.
They become perverted, but want all to receive them!

The “love and acceptance,”
 that many desire.
Puts them on a tightrope!  A very thin wire!

As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow.
It brings a bondage that damages the soul!

They may want to have “love and acceptance.”
But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance!

May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred!
That all will come back, to the truth of his word!

His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died!
That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified!

Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration!
He gives to one and all… 
 A heavenly invitation!

Whosoever will… Come now!  And accept him!
Won’t you take the time, to really know him?

Don’t allow the web of life to destroy 
and overcome you!
Come to Jesus now!  He really does
 LOVE YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


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I Am Who I Am

Its bad enough that everyday I walk down memory lane, &&' It really puts me in alot of pain. I've been doing the best that I can, but I am who I am. I'm getting tired of everyones exspectations, people always pulling me in different directions. Even when I'm falling down, people still push me on the ground. I'm gonna keep trying, no more lying. No more games, done mentioning names. Being two-faced isn't cool, it just makes you look like a fool. I'm never looking back, that life was wack. I'm done trying to make everyone happy, when they treat me so crappy. I may not have alot of friends, in the end, but atleast I don't have to pretend. I'm gonna be true, with or without you. You'll see, I'm done letting people get to me.


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Female Companion

                                                     She is so typical
                                                           So critical
                                                   For most part difficult

                                   I never really could grasp her in such way
                                       She just wants me to some how stay
                               She comes to my man cave and makes me obey

                                          Shy she was and now I am scared
                                              In such way I almost cared
                              She thinks she can do everything for me I swear

                         She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing
     Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping
                She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening

                So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me
                                When I do things I do it for her it is always a key
            Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Traveller's Unclaimed Land

He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!


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MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


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Saul And the Witch of Endor

Saul & the Witch of Endor “7 Saul then said to his attendants, “Find me a woman who is a medium, so I may go and inquire of her.” “There is one in Endor,” they said. 8 So Saul disguised himself, putting on other clothes, and at night he and two men went to the woman. “Consult a spirit for me,” he said, “and bring up for me the one I name.” 9 But the woman said to him, “Surely you know what Saul has done. He has cut off the mediums and spiritists from the land. Why have you set a trap for my life to bring about my death?” 10 Saul swore to her by the LORD, “As surely as the LORD lives, you will not be punished for this.” 11 Then the woman asked, “Whom shall I bring up for you?” “Bring up Samuel,” he said.” 1 Sam 28:7-11 NIV King Saul sought a medium— He totally rebelled against God above. Consultations with mediums were banned, In accordance with the God of love. Rebellion to this instruction Is still prevalent today; Mediums and spirits are sought To lead the unknowing astray. There are many like the Witch of Endor Communicating with evil angels. Most portray themselves as benevolent And helpful to earth’s rebels. Do not be deceived my friend For you are being mocked. King Saul met his death the following day; By evil he’d been trapped. Spirit guides can speak truth And quote the Bible too, But they are rebellious to God; Communication with them taboo. Many are deceived these days, Just as in the days gone by. They fail to talk to the Lord, But on evil angels prefer to rely. Saul and the Witch of Endor Is a perfect example of rebellion. God told us not to talk to the dead; To this command, He made no exception. Evil spirits enter men and women, And place them under their control. God wants us to surrender to Him; Through His Holy Spirit, His power to enroll. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they’ll be a “better person.” They want them to hear about God. And listen to the “Sunday lesson.” They often tell the children to listen and obey God’s ways. But you’ll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They’re “too busy” to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don’t want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a “moral direction.” Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won’t you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It’s Christ’ desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There’s just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart’s door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11


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Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


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Many Questions, One Answer

The bills, the pain, the drama, the rain
The storm grows larger and floods your brain 
With thoughts that begin to drive you insane
 Like, if I trust God will it all go away?
What am I missing? Empathy? Faith?
What will happen if I stay on this pace?
Am I one of those people that God can replace?
If I don’t change now is it hell I face?
Could we all be afraid of meeting our fate?
All these years trying to find someone to relate..
Is it true you can fall victim of a time and a place?
If I pray hard enough can I erase [pause]
The anger, the envy, resentment and hate ?
or at 25 years old could I be too late?
To try and change my life to get a new slate
And chills cover my arms and my heart begins to race
All of a sudden I can’t hear any rain
Laughter replaces the fear that remained 
and God lets us know it will all be ok
Forgive those around you and thank God for each day
Think with your heart and in Gods you will stay.


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Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love


Details | ABC | |

Women- The Road Familiar

Refreshing feel of identifying with music in my life,

The mother’s voice still echoes sweet in all life’s strife’s.

She taught me to walk, run, dance and sing,

My mother still stands strong in love and vigor in my life.

 

Kindergarten, the start of knowledge in life,

Where Mini, Lakshmy, Susan, Shoba and Meera,

Still shines as star's in my day- to-day life,

Keeping those  memories and blooming together.

 

School days, are times that stays vivid in mind,

Friends that evoked passions  of love still impress,

Susan Bindu, Jaya, Brinda, and Manju remained firm,

Even when life made new meanings,connections endured.

 

College saw, mixed platter, though women who stayed in unit

More in day- to-day life in Bindu, Geeta, Asha, Raji and Vinith,

Patterns of Lost love, admiration's, hero worship,list stands long,

However, for me it was a distressing lullaby of hearts .

 

Life showed me, women stand strong above all

As I carry endless power of strength, mind and heart,

when I  finds myself and knows where I remain in life!

So I  stand tall and represent myself as women.

 

Love never lost its footprints along the line,

I am a woman in Love,being loved  and cherished

I knows deep in my heart  that i  am contend,

Hearts grew deep in love, known love  and in Love.

 

I knew it right from the start, a moms heart

Holding my finger tight, I cradle you in my arms

Your smile and showed all your charms.

Heavens showered me the "Mom', role in prologue.


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My Grandfathers Dying Wish

See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t last long
Now let me tell you 
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I’m finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it’s cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it’s elegant style
These words were printed on the cover “Blanco Vendetta”
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says “My first Mil Besos”
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says “The story of an Apache Warrior”
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don’t care how but I’m gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love “Amor”
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I’m like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It’s the Last page
It says To: “Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army”
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver 
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love 
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention 
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat


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Shimmering Darkness

She woke up everyday 
to the beckoning of death's toll. 
But decided to embrace life, 
pulling herself from the darkened hole. 

With a new brightness in her eyes, 
she lived life as partially buried gold. 
Never afraid of the darkness, 
or what the future may hold. 

Shimmering beneath the dirt, 
her beauty shall now unfold. 
True legacy lies hidden to reign, 
for a prodigy has risen from bitter cold. 

One example of grace goes far, 
farther then any story ever told. 
With strength that comes from deep within, 
that's been held from days of old. 

Among the majority she lived, 
witnessing atrocities flare. 
From her soul she would always give, 
though no one seemed to care. 

As the bells of sadness began to ring, 
she would rise above the gloom. 
Out of darkness and despair she would sing, 
with a melody that filled the room. 

The tears that had fallen proved as strength, 
to her ever-impending light. 
Onward traveling to any length, 
for what she believed was right. 

When darkened paths shimmer, 
despite the pangs of apathy, 
through life she will always glimmer, 
no matter what the tragedy.


-Collab with Dan Kearley! You're the best, Dan!


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The Most Beautiful Gift

O Mary! Most beautiful face!

You are the face of humility!
You are the face of purity!
You are the face of charity!
You are the face of virgin faith!

O Mary! Most beautiful woman!

You have the most beautiful ears.
You obeyed and abandoned your cares.
You have the most beautiful womb.
You carried the Prince of Life with bloom.

O Mary! Most beautiful gift!

Through you life flowed and your fruit set us free!
In you, God consecrated woman with full dignity!
In you, we see a model of a believing soul!
You are God’s beautiful gift to all!

Happy Birthday, Most Beautiful !!

9.8.14


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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


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23 Lines Of Poetry About Me

My name is “Maryam”, the name of the Prophet Jesus’ mother.
Alhamdulillah I’m a wife of a medical doctor.
I was born in Saudi Arabia in nineteen eighty six.
The language I use, since birth, e’en with my parents is English.
Alhamdulillah with them I’ve traveled to many countries –
From Saudi Arabia, Qatar, the Egyptian pyramids,
Cool countries like England and France, Denmark and U. S. of A.
Indonesia, Singapore and Malaysia where we once planned to stay.
I believe in Allah, I always seek knowledge of Islam,
I love reading Islamic books and teach Islam when I can,
I too enjoy poetry –have been writing since my early teens.
Had a few writings published in a Saudi Fun Times magazine.
I’m friendly in general. I don’t start fights for no reason.
You can tell I dislike someone when I snub or avoid them.
I’m against suicide bombings, against all acts of injustice.
I love the Messenger Muhammad (SallAllahu ‘alaihi wa sallam) and all of God’s Prophets like Jesus and Moses.
I believe that silence is better than constant chit-chatting,
And that enjoining good deeds is better than simply sighing.
I believe that when someone is rude to you they’re just jealous,
And sticking to Islam and good manners is always a must.
If my friends from school were to see me they’d think I’ve changed so much –
Many things I’ve abandoned and wrongdoings my limbs once touched.
I am Maryam –a Muslim and a friend you can always trust.

© Mariam Mababaya.


Details | I do not know? | |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


Details | Didactic | |

a real encounter with Jesus changes everthing

many are called but few are chosen it states in the Holy Scriptures 
and a real encounter with Jesus will give you the full gospel picture
when a Samaritan woman had an encounter with the Lord Jesus Christ
it was a moment that would forever change her life
she was given a testimony that was so powerful in its scope
that she ran and told all of her people she meet the Messiah and was now full of hope

many encountered Jesus of Nazareth during the course of His short  stay 
Mary with the oil, the woman who bled and the father whom for his child prayed
they all encountered Jesus the Christ, they met Him face to face
and a miracle occurred each time empowered by His mercy and grace
a real encounter with Jesus made everything all right
as they all desired to walk by faith and not by sight

Jesus will know who you are when a relationship with him you pursue
for the light of true belief will then come shining through
so meet Jesus face to face and encounter Him this day
develop a relationship with Him and to Him continue to pray
so welcome Jesus into your heart and embrace His spirituality
for a real encounter with Jesus can change your reality


Details | I do not know? | |

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


Details | Verse | |

I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


Details | Prose | |

The Perfect Woman

 
The perfect woman is both lovely and charming
She carries herself with a sophisticated air of feminine grace
Gentle and loving and brimful with laughter,
Yet showing at times a stubborn streak of strength
Not always having the answers, yet knowing her values
She is both capable and vulnerable.
Perhaps too trusting, placing a limitless faith in God and man,
Thus endearing her to those who treasure it and rescue her from her distresses.
Possessing a boundless sense of honour and virtue
She cleaves to what is good and eschews evil.
She tends to be peaceable and tries to please others,
Esteeming others as greater than herself -- and being rightly esteemed in return.




-- Isaiah Zerbst --
-- Feb 8, 2013 --


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

TO WHOM OR WHAT ARE YOU BOUND: The Roadmap to Freedom

a woman who had been crippled and infirm for eighteen years long
had a chance encounter with Jesus who healed and made her strong
that woman had been in bondage she was bound up in her life
now on the road to freedom touched by the hand of Jesus the Christ

there are many forms of bondage that bind us up and hems us in
physical, psychological and spiritual are just three of them
physical bondage is to be restrained be it in jail of a relationship of abuse
psychological bondage is to be caught up in stuff which we can't mentally refuse 
like when the cel phone is closer to your hand than the word of God
in bondage to technology with your head and not your heart
but spiritual bondage is the strongest for it binds up your heart, mind and soul
it's when the devil has taken up residence and is now in total control
it constrains you so much that it obliterates your identity
unrecognizable to the world, your friends and your family
bound up to your detriment where you can see no way out
limited in your vision of what true freedom is all about

yet that crippled woman understood that what she needed to do in her life
was to continue to go to the house of God and pray for the healing touch of Christ
for eighteen long years she returned to that temple day after day
believing in her heart that God would somehow make a way
now set free from her infirmities able to walk upright
standing before the Savior her burden now free from sight

so to whom or what are you bound? what is it that hinders you in life?
you need to follow the roadmap to freedom by seeking the Lord Christ
just don't get caught up in pity parties hold fast to what you've prayed
straighten up and set your eyes on God as you travel on your way
you've been pardoned from your sins by the power of the blood
you're now a child of Abraham wrapped up in God's love

the roadmap to freedom from disgrace to dignity
the roadmap to freedom no longer in spiritual obscurity
for God has stepped into the midst of your situation and taken control 
no longer bound up not broken by sin for He has made you free and whole
with loyalty, love and devotion that crippled woman was no longer bound
standing tall, touched by the hand of God true freedom in her now found


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Shadowed by guilt and shame

Shame must have burned her countenance,
along with fear that gripped her heart;
she’s a woman in the gospel  brought into the open,
by those Pharisees and Sadducees in their attempt –
to entrap Jesus on the horns of a dilemma.

Known as legalistic in their respect for the Law of Moses,
they professed as guardians of moral principles;
they claimed as protectors of the Jewish traditions,
however, in truth, they had a wicked motive to ruin Jesus
to discredit him for all the things he’s doing for his own people.

His growing popularity especially to the Jewish men and women,
becomes a raison d’etre to ruin his good reputation;
oh, such a malady that continues to exist through generations,
the seed of original sin – its consequence to human behavior
reflected its aftermath, the evil tendency that is encrusted deep within.

Jesus’ statement, “let him who is without sin cast the first stone,”
made the religious leaders withdraw from the scene and,
starting from the elders they walked away and talked no more;
a sign of shame, an honest reaction to what is shadowed by guilt.

The entire incident focused on Jesus’ endless forgiveness,
his compassion for the woman being bogged down with disgrace;
like a moral stigma, a scarlet letter etched in the hearts of people,
with Jesus she had her past but she also has a future to look forward to.

Just as the prophet Ezekiel says, “I will give you a new heart –
and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone
and give you a heart of flesh . . .”  its power and meaning can assure,
God’s love is everlasting; our salvation is his prime concern. 




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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


Details | Romanticism | |

Lauren

Oh what he'd give 
To be together with Lauren 
To wake up beside her 
Each and every morning

She's a beautiful girl
In every single way
He wonders if they'll ever be one
If he'll see her every day

He thinks about Lauren all through the night
Her face in his mind, burning so bright
There she is again, strolling right through his dreams
Today's the day he'll tell her, or so it seems

If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to him
That just by seeing her
She sets his heart free...

But I love Lauren too
And my heart feels broken
My eyes, for her, are pouring
Thanks to many words unspoken

Because you see, I am pretty shy
Get nervous when she's around
Only when Lauren kindly greets me
Do I ever make a sound

Yet Lauren has changed me
In love, she made me believe
Her words have saved me
They've brought me to me knees

If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to me
That just by seeing her
She sets my heart free...

Her heart is so open
And her eyes are so full of life
Oh how we love Lauren so
She'd make a beautiful wife

And oh how we'd love to hold Lauren's hand
And kiss her pretty face
We'd fight to be her man
To caress her in a sweet embrace

If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to us
That just by seeing her
She sets our hearts free...

Well Lauren's at home now, her love on the shelf
Keeping busy, all by herself
Doing the things that she does
Unaware of the power,
The power of her love


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.




Details | ABC | |

Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Woman Alone And Afraid


There was a woman,
alone and afraid...
Her husband left her…
She felt betrayed!

I remember seeing her look
of despair…
Was there anyone who
really cared?

This was a very
 difficult situation.
A lot of heartache and frustration!

I remember seeing her 
 at church before.
But no one sees her anymore!

People would pass her by,
Seemingly, not concerned…
Even though things in her life,
had taken “the wrong turn.”

Aren’t we to help the widows
 and single mothers too?
This is what God’s word 
asks of me and you!

As the body of Christ... 
We should serve one another.
Reaching out to the widow
 and single mother.

We must let them know they’re
not forgotten!
Before their lives hit
“rock bottom”

This is a command Christ 
Wants us to do!
He’d do the same for 
ME and for YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Queen Esther

(Esther 5: 2)



The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

But It Was Persian Law For All
That Those The King Did Not Call
Would Be Struck Down Where They Stand!

Yet Brave & Beautiful Queen Esther
Whose Godly Faith Never Left Her
To Save Her People, Entered As Planned

Because There Was A Plot
Devised In Anger So Hot ...
By That Prideful, Wicked Prince Haman

To Kill All Esther's People
Haman Schemed So Evil
But The King Didn't Know Why It Began

... Or That Esther Was A Jew
In The Line of Hebrews
Who Worship The One GOD So Grand

But There Was No Hesitation
In Ahasuerus' Heart Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held Ahasuerus' Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

I Imagine All Got Quiet
Waiting For Swords To Riot
And See Esther's Head Roll Across The Floor

But At The Sight of Her Dignity
The Scepter Pointed Implicitly
To Grant Esther Whatever She Implored

And Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In The Power of His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *


(Part 2)

Oh, And That Wicked Haman Was Hanged
And His Family Shared The Blame
But Esther's People Were Saved From Judah To Benjamin, To Dan


( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )


                    Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/15/2013 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady



I have always loved the story of Queen Esther ... This is a love story that has it all - - a lovely-hearted, modest girl, (replacing a vain and arrogant queen) ... then getting royally pampered, massaged in expensive, perfumed oils, lots of clothes and jewels, winning a beauty pageant, finding true love, conflict and suspense and lastly the heroine saves the day (and oh, did I mention that she was an orphan?) ... 'Com' on Movie-Makers - we could enjoy a lot more of this ... MoonBee 


Details | Free verse | |

Girl

Girl, did ya ever find a guy and wonder
Why’s he seem more than a friend?
He takes you over and under
A starry night outside your bed
Can it be he wants to last?
He cancels dates just way too fast
The tension’s drawn it’s hard to see
The things to be that I can feel


Details | Pastoral | |

The love I lost

It is with sad heart that I say my goodbye. 
It is there I will miss the smile you put apon my face everyday.
That just having you kept my heart pumping to where now it is dead of feeling. 
It is of a heartless soul to which exist within me. 
It is with anger and tears my eyes bleed. 
With that of a rose to which is of dead leaves,so does my being 
know of its feel to dry and die away. 
My sight is no longer there for like the fresh of breath he give me,it has vanish. 
I am just a person now and not a being. 
The love may still be there but it hurts me to take in deep air as my pain 
I feel on my chest is a kill. 
There I have lost the woman I love for life that once told,never look back. 
But to look back is the experience that life has taken,rather good or bad. 
But that of a trust to which was ripped and torn to shred. 
It was of a love one could know and feel. 
That to which made them stand proud to say I am who I am and this is my other half. 
One that only one could dream of with their eye's close but not to be pinch for awakening 
because their eye's where already open. 
It's there the pain hurts because loving you exist no more. 
That there is a void harder to fill and that's having you made everything seem so real. 
All blocks is gone because so am I. 
That you find nothing but an empty wall with no writting there with love but you 
find a man lost in the moment. 
Because their his love was strong for only one woman. 
He never really understand why she loved if she really did but them words touch 
deeply into a soul now torn to shred. 
But his love still is that one day it finds it's way back where it belongs and he may live to 
love another day instead of hating everything to which is now just life to him. 
But to love that specail woman that makes his world go round and time stand still because 
there she was everything. 
That now it's all just a dream. 
I Love~ them words doesn't even matter because thats all they was.
Were something to hurt the being because there it really doesn't exist but in the mind 
because my heart bleeds river of blood.


Details | Verse | |

Deep in the Woods

Deep in the woods,

the branches dance in the wind,

wild and free,


Spreading their fragrance for

you and me.


Wild flowers sway,

as the wind try's picking them up,


Their roots planted firmly,

as they flow from side to side,


showing us all their glory,

and our makers touch inside,


shadows follow as they calmly go slow,

Deep in the woods,

time is well known,

as night takes hold,

until the morning,

when light takes control.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | Free verse | |

Protect Me As I Sleep

Nobody 
Knows my real name
‘Angel’ 
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Violence
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
If
I will survive
Another day?
Only
To wake up
And
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me tonight
As,I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”

“Goodnight”


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2012

I dedicate my 2012 to the one I love most...

Ouch! I shake my hand and stare at the door knob in disbelief. 
I open the front door and wince as the scorching late morning sun burns my face. I close my eyes and think back to when I was kid, standing too close to the BBQ as Dad lit it...BIG mistake. 
   I close the door behind me and trip over my towel that had fallen in my chaotic response to the hot mid June weather. 
Confident from my recent gym ambition, I let my towel fall off my shoulder and reveal my newly sculpted body to the world as I casually approach the giant pool gate. 
I swing open the gate and walk in...that's when it hit me...SHE hit me. 
Laying on her beautifully toned tummy...I am a sucker for a woman's stomach; sensual, smooth, so full of subtle detail, the holder of life.
   I shake my head and snap back to reality in time to catch myself from nearly falling over. I lean down quickly and pick up my jaw from the ground in hopes she didn't notice. 
Her cardinal red hair up in a bun, or pony tail...I guess wildly as men do.
I walk by as stable as I can... "don't stare, don't stare, don't stare," I whisper to myself. 

THUMP-THUMP!, THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP!

   My heart beats so intense I can feel it pulsating through my temples.
I reach the lawn chairs and settle down 20ft from her. Directly diagonal to her right shoulder...her wonderfully shaped, perfectly curved shoulders.
I tell myself to look away but cannot help. 
An intense magnetic force pulls my attention to her, I try with all my being to fight it but cannot advert my eyes. I yell at my brain to drop curtains on my eyes but no response. Giving into her dream-like curved body, the sweet gently sweeping motion from the back of her neck to her luscious, tanned cheeked backside. Her legs are incredible. I continue my stare. A non perverted stare of course. I'm taken back to college art classes. The overwhelming amounts of anatomy classes and sketches...
Never had I seen such flawlessness. 
   Who was this girl laying by my pool? The most incredibly indescribable woman I have seen and yet, I had only seen half!

Just as if I was narrating aloud this profound experience, she turned over and rolled onto her back. 

Dying the darkest, ugliest death, then awaking to ALL of Heaven's golden warmth doesn't compare to when I looked into her blue-green eyes. 
Frozen in that moment in time, I had without a doubt, found the woman I knew I was to spend the rest of my life with.


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Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 


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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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Dead silence

pictures available
we have phones
we have drink
we have all
and we try to keep us alive
because in fact we need a good woman.
and when we get home at night
turn on the light and we have no idea if something may happens too
wherever she may be
our eyes have that color
as can be love in the middle
and no
we are not so ignorant
're just blind.


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A MISSION OF MERCY

In the book of John it relates the history
of Jesus' mission of Christian mercy
when Jesus encounters a Samaritan woman near a drinking well
it was a meeting between two nations whose relationship was one of hell
the Jews and the Samaritans did not get along
each felt the other's method of worship was inherently wrong
separated by paganistic practices and supposed sins
discrimination and name calling again, again and again
yet it doesn't seem that much different than today's society
where different ethnic groups display the same hate and hostility
but Jesus interjected Himself, He came to intervene
on a mission of mercy and tolerance never before seen
to bring abundant love and life to a world cloaked in misery
and give living water to quench the drought that has parched humanity
to step from behind the stained glass windows of the churches and synagogues
and into the hearts and minds of men and spread the goodness that is God

John touched on a theme that's occurred several times in the Scriptures
when a man of God meets a woman and a spiritual wedding can be pictured
on a mission of mercy to cross that Great Divide
to bring people together on the same spiritual side
Jesus told that Samaritan woman He knew of her past
about the five husbands that she had outlast
but whether she was divorced or widowed from them
it's not mentioned in the text so don't assume any sin
but Jesus saw beyond that and looked into her heart
He treated her with respect and held her in regard
she knew He was a prophet by His very words
she told Him of the things about Jews she had heard
Jesus the Christ then went into His missionary mode
He said in order to worship God you don't need any certain code
as there is no specific time nor any special place
for one to worship the God of righteousness, truth and grace
a mission of mercy is what Jesus came to convey
He even revealed to her who He really was that day

mankind has a problem looking pass the surface and into the heart
we can't seem to get the message that we're all equal in the eyes of God
we come with our bigotry, prejudice and hate
we can't even agree on the issue of faith
but Jesus the Christ gave us a lasting legacy
to love one another and to live life as a mission of mercy


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CHARACTER Version 2

What the world 
Thinks a woman is?
That's her 'reputation'.

Sadly, 
It's often based
On false accusation,
Prejudice and supposition.

Upon further investigation
What's been found, 
She really is?
That's her 'character'.

For its her heart's 
Attunement and intention,
That truly matter. 
(Hence, the question.)

At any rate
Though it is fate,
Which presents 
Her circumstances,

Love still requires 
That a woman 
Take her chances,
To determine her character.
In that way 
The seeds of 
Her wisdom will scatter.

If here and now
 She were to somehow,
Receive an unexpected
And sudden impact,
How would she react?

How would she respond?
If the truth be known,
Character is a diamond 
That scratches a little,
Every other stone.

Yet never 
Has there been
A magic wand, 
Rock or crystal
More powerful 
Than a woman's
Strong backbone.

 We each need 
A mind and will
Of our own,
To fulfill.

Character 
Is a victory, 
Not a gift.
 Underneath the mystery
Lies the lesson 
To uplift.

Character, 
As a kettle 
Once mended,
Always requires repairs.

Sin, 
As a bad habit
Once transcended,
Always requires prayers.

Like the story goes,
A person shows 
What she is;
By what she does 
With what she has,
Not by whom 
She knows.

Self-determinism 
Is fine but needs 
To be tempered 
With self-control.

Misfortune will
Usually decline wherever 
Soul recognition
Becomes 
The ultimate goal.

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Wisdom Poetry by Rev.Bola A
(copyright: 12May'12)
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For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



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Stolen Promises

As a little girl I wanted to be a ballerina
With beautiful dresses flowing freely when I spun around
Holding the looking glass close in hand
Marveling at the beauty that was to come

As an adolescent I found a helpless kitten outside
Curled up in a ball of our puppy’s fur
Instantly my dreams began to grow into a need to save all I could
Sheltering them until they were strong

As a young lady I explored my youth in every aspect
Enjoying what delight it brought savoring the bite
Gracefully walking towards my own enlightenment
Growing into the woman I have become

As a woman I’ve enveloped the best of the lessons I’ve been taught
Absorbing the significance of each and every one sought
Capturing the essence in giving unconditionally with no expectation of receiving
Cherishing the soured sweet as I learned in retreat
There is always another way
Another door
Another day

Today I need to complete the tasks at hand and those that lay ahead 
Repenting brings forgiveness
As I stand before the threshold 
While asking to spare a little time
Once more I ask

Do we fully grasp the know of when our hours begin to count
Is it then and only then
Clairvoyance shows us an understanding of just how tremendously
Precious each second precisely is





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She



A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.





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God's Plan for Marriage


There’s a truth that remains since 
the beginning of time.
God created man and woman, 
 with marriage in mind.

From the dust of the ground,
Adam was formed.
From his side came Eve.  A new life was “born!”

God’s design for marriage became 
very evident and clear…
If not for Adam and Eve,
 none of us would be here!

Marriage is a blessing from God.  
A gift from God above.
A man and a woman come together
 as an expression of their love.

Anything different than one man 
and woman is perverted.
This is a lie from our culture that
 is trying to be “inserted.”

God gave us all a natural love 
with a strong ambition.
To come as a husband and wife 
is a God given intention!

Read from the books of Genesis
 thru Revelation…
God’s idea of marriage is
 for any person or nation.

Many can try to change what God
 has already designed.
It’s no wonder why so many have 
“confused” minds.

Let’s come back to God and
 trust him with our life!
The one who set up marriage as; 
“one husband and one wife!”

By Jim Pemberton


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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Emerald Green

Fated was I, that day I saw
What left me in rigid awe
For never have I ever seen
Such things in a human being
 
Stolen from the earth
And Gifted to you at birth
Beautiful they are in every way
Crafted by god on the 7th day
 
Sparkle like stars, they do
But they tell history too
Like portals to the soul of god 
they are
Singing the songs of creation of 
far
 
Time goes 1 minute by
And I have not blinked an eye
For I shall dare not miss
The glorious moment in this
 
Out of my chest, this heart did 
pound
And my blood raced at the 
speed of sound
Any longer and I would be dead
So I stole my gaze away instead
 
Back on earth, I now stand
With beads of sweat in my hand
I gather my thoughts and begin 
to ponder
Why did I meet this universal 
wonder
 
For everything, there is a cause
For I've missed my bus, while in 
a pause
Its destination, the bus did not 
meet
For it fell 200 feet
 
Now I see from a glance
That God has given another 
chance
luck was my friend that day I 
saw
What left me in rigid awe
 
For never have I ever seen..
 
Such Angelic Eyes of Emerald 
Green...


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The Confident Woman

I refuse to sabotage my future, 
I refuse to have self-doubt
I refuse to believe that I'm useless
From the depths of darkness, God brought me out.
You see, God is the source of  where my strength lies
and small beginnings, I shall not despise.
I stand with boldness, knowing my God is real
The Confident Woman has now been revealed
Failures and uncertainty tried to hinder my path
By reminding my thoughts of my frozen laughs
But today is the day that I stand here and say
This Confident Woman is well on her way


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Woman

Being a woman is a gift.
Whether you’re black, white, red or blue.
It doesn’t matter as long as you are you.
Being hurt and punished by the men you love.
Is it their fault you f**ked with no glove?
Beaten, bruised, obeying all his rules.
Why not just refuse; refuse to be his slave, refuse to be his punching bag, refuse to be his last choice.
It’s time to stand up and raise your voice.
Tell him whose boss and why you took it all.
Remember the time he f**ked your best friend
Remember the times he said
“Baby I’ll be there until the end”
Remember the beatings, burns, cuts and bruises;
It’s time to tell him who loses.
Be the woman who can stand on her own two feet.
Be the woman who refuses to be with a man and be beat.
Life is too short to stay locked down
He continued to knock you down 
But its time to get up and get off the ground.
You’re free to be the woman you were meant to be…


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In another life

In another life
When all positions are
Changed up,
I will be at your place
Sitting on your throne
Ruling the world.

In another life
You'll be abandoned,
You'll be destructed,
Hurt and cut,
You will be begging
For the ending but
The end will never come.

But don't you know,
There is no any
“Another life”.
This one we have is good enough.
Why don't I shake the order, and
Become a queen at once?

Something goes on under the curtain
Of my life for now.
You don't expect but
I will start a war.


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April

April

Admitting that I don’t 
Still care even though it’s not fair
to be without everything
that made me 
exactly what it was to feel
what it was to be real
and now I don’t care anymore

Like the hands on a clock change 
Arms roll loose and free
Never knowing what to grab
Or to even believe in me
To catch a fall from a distance
Even though it’s right next to me
You still can’t believe 
I’d be there for every instance

Rollin like eyes on a face 
too bad the smile’s fake 
showing  mistakes
never seeing through to the truth 
but the words can’t lie 
when it makes the features
turn, to a painful time

Cause the thought remains				
Of how it’s never the same									       How I changed my ways
In these turbulent days
I can’t face now what’s in store
Cause there’s always gonna be that much more
Waiting, and hiding, 
Behind every curve
Like the moonlight
Sitting on the edge of your nerves
Shattering hopes and dreams
Misleading 
And revealing what’s not anymore


When the light shines green
its just to deceive
Even though it’s against
Everything you’ve seen
It’s dark 
Inside the heart
Filled with stains from yesterday’s rain
Leaving what’s left in the distance
And never feeling what’s real anymore
Try to look past the stage, of the rage
Knowing full well that
In this world we dig our own graves

Take me, I can not fight myself
Stretching, a life’s worth is just too much
Saddening, to run from my old self
Causing, a stigma in my eyes 

You hear a chime
Lost in age, 
A match to a time
Before May
When everything was safe

Take everything with a grain of salt cause
In the end it’s no one’s fault
Like assault
On a memory fading in the wind
No matter what it’s still a sin
Just roll with the punches kid
It’ll all turn round in the end


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Riddle

The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small

Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail

Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability

You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way

Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt

With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me

The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth

The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife

You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve

I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain

Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower

Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true

Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath

Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily brake
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale

Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife

source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Less Than A Day

The touch of your whispers has blown through the air
And the wave of summer disappears in the sand
There’s nothing to stop these memories are gone
Let the playbook now rest for the feelings they’ve stopped
Slowly it turns the small hands on your wrist
The knots in your belly have clenched like a fist
You picture the east and close her eyes
For the dawn’s a coming in all of our lives
The night’s now bleeding forever it tilts
Circling the orbit no rest from the filth
Rivers are flowing and spirits are dim
And the skies from the ocean will always stand still
The pain from the east has moved to the west
These days are numbered just like the rest
Blind in the rivers the hand clears it away
The whole world has changed in less than a day


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Song Of The Sacred and Profane -adult-

I see her as the woman on the road,
and in the distance just inside her sight,
one solitary male approaching—that alone,
draws up within her, latent fire
and by its warming she must genuflect
before the altar of desire.
There is a silent passion, holy in its touch,
that sparks connection, unexplained.
There is electric purity within its cloud
that strikes across that narrowing space,
creates magnetic lust in celebration
of the naked thrust oncoming,
finally to close the gap
between her trembling body
and his throbbing heat.

I see divinity in that.
I see the re-enactment of the woman made
to be the glory in that polymorphic act
inspired from pagan dreams of paradise, 
gifted yet today
upon the god-blessed whoring saint
called humankind.
                 ~
(Some of you will be offended by this poem,
but I am more convinced than ever that there 
are times of affinity between the states of 
sexual attraction and holy blessedness)


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God's Plan For Marriage


God’s Plan for Marriage… There’s a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!” God’s design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be “inserted.” God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God’s idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It’s no wonder why so many have “confused” minds. Let’s come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; “one husband and one wife!” By Jim Pemberton


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Remember Child

Will you remember the love in my eyes
Will you see hope past the worried cries
Can the dreams for you to find your way
Bring hope and faith for a better day

Remember strength comes from each trial
You radiate joy with your sweet smile
Will you remember my pride in your success
Your character and style my heart caress

As you grow into the woman you want to be
Remember I have faith in the woman I see
Please remember the treasure you are
Remember you're my shining star


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FALSE IMPRISONMENT for contest

FALSE IMPRISONMENT IN KENYA

Gladys, a woman in mid Kenya
An orphan, woman farmer with two children
Opened the door to an old friend
She hadn’t seen for many years 
The friend left
      Her case in a closet to be collected at a later date
The police came

That case, forgotten by Gladys
    in the busy life of farming....
Contained possessions
of a dead man--murdered--

Jail is cruel in Africa
She was beaten and abused by police
Slept on cement for six months
Eating wormy gruel

Had one visitor
    her lawyer
           after she was sentenced.
     told her she should have raised her hand to tell the judge
     The TRUTH
                but , sorry, now it was too late
                 the case was closed and no appeal.
Gladys says
her Bible
Saved her life.


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women with a forgiving heart

are you a woman with a forgiving heart?
do you follow and adhere to the word of God?
are you a one who can forgive and forget?
are you in tune with the Holy Spirit?

commit your ways to the Lord and trust in Him to do
and He will then make your righteousness coming shining through
be still before the Lord and patiently on Him just wait
it's not about walking by sight it's about walking by faith

so where do you begin? how do you start?
to become a woman with a forgiving heart?
start by letting go of the malice and bitterness that you've obtained
forgive all those who have caused you in life some strain
rise above the pettiness and unloose the grudge
lay it at God's altar as only He has the right to judge
commit to a relationship with God and in Him just trust
it's not an option but an absolute must

so how do you become a woman with a forgiving heart?
what is it that you must do on your part?
you need to get your house in order and to God submit 
to be healed and then cleansed by the power of the Holy Spirit
with a willingness to bear with others and put your grievances to the side
in the name of Jesus let His holiness in you now reside

the way to become a woman with a forgiving heart
is to be a committed and delightful disciple fulfilled with the love of God


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Long Kiss Goodbye

It’s soft and gentle
Not at all what I expected
The initial reaction
Left just a fraction
Of retreat
The body is more than meat?
It’s throbbing again
It’s boiling in
It can’t stop now
It doesn’t know how
It’s so sharp
But it sets you apart
The pain isn’t bad
It instead feels good
I’m definitely a fan
But we don’t know if we should
What do we do?
What do we say?
When do we act?
Can I kiss you today?
The answers are here…
We continue with patience and an open mind
We tell each other what we want to say and what we’ve felt
We act when we feel the time is right
We kiss when you go the other ten percent


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One Day

or many years my life has been sad,
  The woman meant for me I did not have .
Patiently I've been waiting for that wonderful day,
  When the woman of my dreams finally comes my way.
The blue that I have felt will now be in the sky,
   The light in my life I've missed now shines in my eyes.
How my days will be filled with happiness and joy,
   Like the excitement of a candy shop to a small boy.
All my dreams and hopes will become a reality ,
   When the love of my life finally comes to me.
The future we will share will shine so bright ,
   Because the bond we have between us will always feel right .

TC


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modusoperandi

today he said he will change and take consideration to native missing murdered women,hiway 16 , 

the system that haunts me crimes against us drunk drivers  hit and run permwent injures losses sufered  justice obstructed nothing to help victims at nofault  fro all 3 accidents  
this is not an oversight , .or miscarriage of justice ,voice of pleas  shut out .
abuse of power  case clear in the foi files however mostly blacked out   documents facts dates changes began and continued to cover breaches ailing due process  policies payments and statuses bad faith.
to cover major losses  became   secondary gains of large portions in trusts that were not known or paid to us.

changes  to to make false statements  gathered to destroy,
  stero typed  shame guilt  
 from hatred  directed at us 
faith and hope learning laws and rules that apply , while claims and properties denied 
witnessed from secure and peaceful healthy strong hard working mother  much to live and give ,
love so deep inside  underdogs less fortunate,
gave and helped with pride 
to destitute, poverty.
charters,rights laws rules procedures all left by way side 
 not applied .
cold dark and wet the rain and winds rush
 time be known how hard it was each day just to survive.
 harm to me  im told will come one day 
so 
fear is real as what they have done network strategic alliance 
against less s person undeserving to have what is already hers to have 
what can be ? 
disappear. my life hopes and dreams do not matter ...however still very dear and real to me ,
  stand alone
truth can and will be known   . please change modusoperandis


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Simple Faith

With so many people pushing from every side
As they came to see Him from far and wide
And as He continued to walk down that road
So did the crowd as the excitement overflowed

But there working her way in from behind
For it was her Savior that this woman came to find
Called unclean with such a hideous incurable disease 
Maybe this man called Jesus would hear her pleas

She knew of His great Name having heard so much  
Of life never again being the same with just one touch
Then finally, without any doubt, she touched our Lord's cloak
Jesus feeling the Spirit go out suddenly turned and spoke 

Trembling in fear for now she could no longer hide
Her faith was so clear as she knelt down by His side
And with such wonderful relief she then heard Jesus say
You are saved by your belief go in peace in your way

Luke 8:43-48


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Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!

I can’t breathe, now!

Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls” 
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...


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Virtuous Woman

Out of Man, woman got created
What a beautiful life was designed and presented
Beauty of woman is always admired
Is it just physically should be desired ?

Woman if groomed in LORD spiritually
She'll be transformed her life internally
Than some pearls will add her life

W  for Wise
O  for Obedient
M  for Mysterious
A  for Adorable
N  for Nourishing......... will be her sight !

This is how LORD delights in
If a woman is disciplined and abides in
Her success lies in loving and caring
Holding n knitting the house with sharing
Leading her children to the eternal ways
Loving her soul mate with all she saves
Feeding household in the morning rays
In the night she prays under JESUS grace
Seeking LORD early, to hear what HE says
To move accordingly in HIS glory and her Faith

Wise woman is called when she shower her LOVE
Pleasing GOD should be her  first and the foremost work
Be a VIRTUOUS WOMAN that delights my LORD
His precious gifts will join you , and the glory be to LORD.

LOVE YOU JESUS: ALLOW ME TO BE A VIRTUOUS WOMAN. Amen!!!


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an old story

this old story has been told before
this old story has been heard before
it's about one man, and one woman too
how they did their best, with the best that they could do

that one man, he fell down to one knee
said "woman, would you please marry me?"
that one woman, was sitting high up in her chair
she said, "excuse me one moment, I have to fix my hair."

she would talk about him, like no one else would
he would make her smile, like no one else could
well they got married, and moved on down south
said the cookin was better, and that's what it was all about

there ain't a whole lot of happy, in this ending
see the man would come home late, every single evening
he would talk a lil different, and walk a lil funny
he said to the woman, "I can't call you honey..anymore"

well that one woman, would cry on the floor
waiting for the man, to come walking through that door
that ol man, was out spending all his money
he had two or three, of his so called honeys

bankrupt and shamed, the man walked through the town
feeling alone, he put his knees on the ground
nothing was seen, but before him was a tree
he said, "I don't know who I am, but I know who I wanna be"

well the tree talked back, he said "stand up and be proud,
you see I was planted here, to give men like you a sound!"

"forgive him father, for he knows not what he's done."
the woman had said, when her hair was finally done
"I've been washed, by his only given son
so take my hand, and we can finally go home."


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Victory

As the beasts of this world
Continue pouring from their cup …
An angel from heaven delivers hope
On the wings of an eagle it comes

And the beasts of the earth bow in defeat
As the two-edge sword is revealed
The seal of God’s word is given and
There are two women, one pure and one un-pure

While the un-pure woman is corrupt
She is dressed in scarlet and her name …
Her name is Jezebel for she is a harlot
And  she honors the serpent, not God

The pure woman is full of incense,She is ... 
Israel, dressed in robes of white, garments of gold
For the sun shines brightly in her heart
And on her forehead is the kiss of God

The pure woman eats of the book daily
In reverence to her Lord
She delights in the gift the blood
Has given her, she is thankful

The stars sing out the triumph
And the sun shines forth in majesty
For Israel withstood the harvest
She looks to the Morning Star and rejoices in victory


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how can i drive if i can't keep my eyes off the sky

Soul surrender, each reach opaque, gathered incomplete gain; all willingly given for millisecond sight of sky as was eons ago, day guide towards monolith riseth ten thousand kilometers.  Crowned temple as arches multiply and vie for attention by exhale ever so slightly to glorify manifestation of timid illusion, glue to stone seat stare blank blue hue blink.  Envision outside Smith’s grocery store, poisonous pack concealed in cellophane wrap pounded upon palm to situate tobacco properly.  Corner clarity bare witness stretched weathered skin fallen upon weary bones, a dusty duet walk, pull trigger in longing serenity lapse moments as weak, draped in silence.  Half hunched over little time prior to cruel muse grip.  Left of man lurches ahead in front, near dry woman cuts right.  Woman cries out, “the car is over here,” in crackling strained voice.  Shout carries in breeze to hearing aid.  Man halts, confusion infection injects sense, fifteen yards distance but reluctantly switches direction to join other shortly.  He speaks.  “I knew that,” quip in deep toned disbelief by woman who vocalizes doubt.  “No you didn’t, not to mention you’ve been doing that a lot lately.”  Adjacent to one another couple takes gravel path to vehicle, twenty-two car crash inevitable seconds later.  
Life is but a dream.  When you die, you wake.  Stay asleep, eternity creep close, potential outcome grows to singular eventuality.  Law obsolete, physics but self, capability extends hallucinations, and being hinder significant beauty wither.  
When stop, smile.


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Strangers

So I saw this woman today,
She looked familiar.
Like someone I’ve seen before,
Well basically someone I knew.
She outwardly represented something,
Something that was real,
Something that was true.
I initially chose not to talk to her,
But just stared in silence & she did the same
She seemed to recognize me also.
But when I opened my mouth to finally say something,
 It caught her off guard &
I realized it was futile she doesn’t hear me,
She’s just there.
I tried to figure out why she looks so tired.
Worn out,
Like she had no hope,
Like she was lost,
All the happiness was gone,
Drained from her face,
No smile

I kept staring,
I swear I knew her. 
The more I studied her face,
The more she studied mine,

Then it dawned on me,
I realized who it was.
But I was too afraid to say anything,
I was too afraid to take the initiative.
It’s incredible how the memories flooded back
She was the same person I knew,
The same girl,
Well grown up woman now.
Just a stranger because we never talk anymore
She still shared similar interests,
Still so much like me,
How did I know this?

Because like every time we had passed before,
She dresses like me,
She wears the same thing.
But at the same time,
She was too different for me to familiarize myself with anymore
Other than being grown up,
Something else was different about her,
That reason she looked so tired,
That glazed looked in her eyes.
She seemed almost in pain,
Like she was struggling,
Almost fed up.
I tried to get her to talk,
But every time I coaxed her,
She would cut me off & vice a versa
Needless to say,
To make a long story short
Stay in touch with those from your past,
Before you know it…

Your own reflection is a complete stranger.


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AGO OLD QUESTIONS

I reached out for the songs
you gave the sons of men
They said it heresy
and wouldn’t let me in
They were the raging valiant men of old
and no such women were I have been told
They filled the world
with their deeds and desire
And the women were decoration
for their hearth and fire
The curse of domination and pain
And how I rail against this refrain
how am I less to receive heavens song
not allowed to dance among the throng
Why should my countenance be cast down
and upon my heresy you frown
Can a woman walk with God
walk the path the ancients trod
Live a life that people laud

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Standing Tall , Standing Strong

What doesnt kill us only makes us stronger 
I've held on my whole life I think I can hold on a lil' longer
I stand here for every young woman whos ever had their innocence takin
I stand here for every young woman whos ever been beaten by their drug 
addicted acoholic mother
Im standing tall, taller than ever
Im standing strong, stronger than ever
I stand here for every young woman who cried their self to sleep because the 
pain was so bad from getting nothing to eat
I stand here for every young woman who had to steal to put clothes on their back 
and shoes on their feet
Im standing tall, taller than ever
Im standing strong, stronger than ever
I stand here for every young woman who thought life wasnt worth it and wish they 
would die
I stand here for every young woman who's ever contaplated suicide 
Im standing tall, taller than ever
Im standing strong, stronger than ever
I stand here to let you know that you can stand tall stand strong and walk away
I stand here as a young woman who did 
I stand here as a young woman who now knows there is a reason to live
Rember what doesnt kill you only makes you stronger
Youve held on your whole life I think you can hold on a lil' longer 
Stand Tall Stand Strong and let the young woman of our future that there is a way
That there will be a bright and better day 
Stand Tall, Taller than ever
Stand Strong, Stronger than ever

 


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Death, My Friend

The woman lies quietly in her hospital bed
The intense pain inside her head, too much to bear
Let alone the information the doctor just shared
Suddenly, something in the corner stirred that made her stare
Standing by the visitor’s chair, surrounded by a glaring light
Appeared a beautiful angel with wings of fire, that burned so bright
He held out his hand, and smiled like an old friend
He was here to relive the poor woman of her impending death
The woman smiled, and taking her last breath
She took the angel’s hand and followed him into the glorious glow
As she left her lifeless body on the hospital bed below.


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a wise mother

one of the most beautiful things a woman can experience in life
Is to bring into this world a new baby, a new child for Christ
yet the raising of a child is not such a breeze
yet  God gave women the knowledge and the wisdom to succeed

a woman with faith cried out to Jesus Christ one day
she said "my daughter is possessed by demons who are having their way"
yet how did she know that  Jesus was the Son of Man?
there was no newsletter nor mass media revealing God's master plan
at a time when there was no CNN or FOXNews, just c&f
the channel of the Holy Spirit know as complete faith

"for great is they faith", Jesus said "and because you believe"
"your daughter is now healed, the Holy Spirit she has received"
that mother's heart would not let up nor would it allow distraction
she had God on her mind and through His Word she sought satisfaction

a wise woman, a wise mother that inside all of us
believers in the omnipotent power that is Christ Jesus
If you seek It, you will find It
If you knock upon the door It will become ajar
If you pray , just believe It, that all is possible with God
a wise mother, a wise woman, a soothing comforter of Christ
full of the faith and wisdom God wants us all to have in life


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11:45

Almost 11:45

On this cold night we’d meet in the park

A reason to make things right

Between the spaces in our hearts

Close to 11:45

I see my breath in the air

How can I go on alone in my life

Without you even there

 



My footsteps trace over and over

The night is getting colder and colder

Time passing me by

I haven’t seen goodbye

Until after 11:45

 


It’s 11:45

Expecting love soon to see

Our past come back to life

A gift from you to me

Passing 11:45

Disappointment lies inside

Lonely tears flood my eyes

Because I never saw love tonight

 

She won’t answer her calls

She won’t come to her door

I thought I gave, this woman my all

Although her love demanded more

She won’t listen to me

She won’t give me a chance

By the time I realize love didn’t show

I was replaced by another man

She won’t answer her calls

She won’t come to her door

I thought I gave, this woman my all

Although her love demanded more

She won’t listen to me

She won’t give me a chance

By the time I realize love didn’t show

I was replaced by another man


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Thinking about Tattoos

Lately, Everything makes me think of them,

kick-started by that episode LOST with Jack's Thai mistress
who has a knack for reading a person and branding them--
"he walks among us, but he is not one of us--"
on Jack's shoulder forever, a secret in another language.
and I wonder, does he lie about its meaning?
The only thing worse than lying about a tattoo,
is lying about a tattoo painted by someone
who sees right into you. 

Then I wonder, if John or Simon Peter lived now
in this feel good age of defilement
would they have JOHN 3:16 across their bicep?
Is it okay to mess with a temple if it's words of love,
or words that mean love?

I saw a woman with "Jordan" inking the small of her back,
four summers ago now, and I still think of it
and how my first thought was-
"that'll suck if they break up and she has to explain
to her next boyfriend why she has some other guys 
name across her back..."
followed by wonderment of the kind of faith she must have,
only to be dismissed: "probably a drunken decision,"
And I still think that. 

Why is it so hard for me to believe that woman 
loved Jordan, had enough faith and trust 
to brand his name on her body?

Scars are the tattoos we don't choose,
and I have enough of them, thank you. 
The skin stretching over my shins, knees, and elbows
could read a chronological account of all the sports I've played, 
and all the stupid decisions I've made, 
like that dare to careen down a 50 yard, steep dirt mound
and skid out at the bottom, where, 
45 minutes and 2 bottles of peroxide later, 
I was "victorious."

Different shapes, sizes, and colors- purple, pink, flesh, even white,
like a freakin human Easter egg. 

Tattoos thrill and inspire me--
I live to love something enough to ink it on my body forever, 
but for now, I'll settle with knowing i've lived enough
to garner at least a dozen scars. 


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Going for the Gold

A 60 year old woman entered a marathon, 
she wanted to set a personal goal
not to win it, but just to be in it
going for her own gold
but just after about 19 miles into the race
she tripped and fell down
she had broken her ankle bone 
and was laid out on the ground
the paramedics told her, her race was now over
but she would not hear of such
she instructed them to put away that stretcher
and give her a cane or give her a crutch
she said my race is not over,
if I can't run it,  then I will walk
her determination was her inspiration
and she was not about to balk
going for the gold was her only destination
her vision, her goal, her sole consideration

Our God is a God of faith and strength
a God of progression
not a God of failure or fear
nor a God of regression
for God will lift you up 
if you should ever fall or trip
just make sure that with Him
you have a personal relationship
for God wants to be in the picture
draw near to Him and He will reciprocate
He can strengthen and transform you
on a level that is intimate
treat Him as you would treat a lover
for He is more than just a friend
He will always be by your side
through thick and through thin
have Him in your heart too
for It's not only about intellectual perceptions
let the Holy Spirit increase your faith
be full of thanksgiving and open to God's receptions
get your mind on the right track and let God work in your life
use your past experiences to remind you of all that you have sacrificed
It's alright to look back just don't live in it and then get mad
utilize the power of memory and thank God for all that you have had

So keep on keeping on 
know that God will lighten your way
let nothing and no one paralyze nor limit you 
from obtaining your goals this day

Yet even in the midst of discouragement 
that woman proceeded to accomplish her goals
with faith in God and in herself
determined and destined to go for the gold
 


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The Book of Luke 7: 36-50

One of the Pharisees ask Jesus to come to his home for lunch
and Jesus accepted the invitation.

As they sat down to eat, a woman of the streets--a prostitute--heard He was there
and brought an exquisite flask filled with expensive perfume.

Going in, she knelt behind Him at His feet, weeping, with her tears falling down upon 
His feet; and she wiped them off with her hair and kissed them and poured the perfume 
on them.

When Jesus' host, a Pharisee, saw what was happening and who the woman was, he 
said to himself, "This proves that Jesus is no prophet, for if God had really sent Him, He 
would know what kind of woman this is!"

Then Jesus spoke up and answered his thoughts. "Simon," He said to the Pharisee, "I
have something to say to you."--"All right, Teacher," Simon replied, "go ahead."

Then Jesus told him this story: "A man loaned money to two people--$5,000 to one and
$500 to the other. But neither of them could pay him back, so he kindly forgave them
both, letting them keep the money!

Which do you suppose loved him most after that?"--"I suppose the one who had owed 
him the most,"Simon answered."Correct," Jesus agreed.

Then He turned to the woman and said to Simon,"Look! See this woman kneeling here!
When I entered your home, you did not bother to offer Me water to wash the dust from 
My feet, but she has washed them with her tears and wiped them with her hair. 

You refused Me the customary kiss of greeting, but she has kissed My feet again and
again from the time I first came in.

You neglected the usual courtesy of olive oil to annoint My head, but she has covered 
My feet with rare perfume.

Therefore her sins--and they are many--are forgiven, for she loved Me much; but one 
who is forgiven little, shows little love."

And He said to her, "Your sins are forgiven."Then the men at the table said to 
themselves, "Who does this man think that He is, going around forgiving sins?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And Jesus said to the woman, " 'Your Faith' has saved you; go in peace!"....


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Hopelessness

A man with dreams to be great
Was sold as a slave to a foreign land
Purchased by a cabinet minister
Fell out of favour with his master’s wife
Spent half a decade in jail- though innocent
But restored thereafter and promoted to be great

A people with promise
To be a soured of blessings to mankind
But spent four hundred years as slaves
Only allowed to go to the wilderness to worship
Sandwiched between the invaders and the red sea
But the battle was fought and won by God.

A woman that lived with incessant flow
Spent everything she had
Despised by all that came her way
Ridiculed as she walks the streets
And just a touch changed her life

The little woman was sick and needed help
The father sought the attention of the master physician
Though the girl died
But the master still visited her
At her bed her life was restored.

Though the master was informed of his ill heath
He did not come until he died
For four days he remained in the grave
All hoped she would rise again on the resurrection
But our Lord would always show himself God

Though your life might seem spent
And every effort wasted
Every help sought and every avenue explored
Things have refused to work
And nothing seem to stand

These had happened before
Worse than could be imagined
Yet he remained God
There is nothing too hard for him.



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To Love A Woman

To love a woman is the greatest feeling I have ever experienced in life. A woman has so 
much to give, and sometimes doesn't know, the worth and beauty she possesses. A woman 
needs to be reminded at times, that she is very much loved. Even though each, and every 
woman is unique in her own way, all hold that precious need, like a flower in search of that 
heat, which only the warmth of the sun can bring. When handed a simple red rose, her eyes 
light up, as if she was born only to be loved. I know there's more to a woman than meets the 
hearts, but meeting that heart is oh so sweet. When I lay soft, and gentle kisses, onto her 
warm sweet lips, A string of heated invitations draw my kisses, towards her loving, tender 
neck, With every kiss, she taste so sweet, my lips and tongue can't seem to ever get 
enough. As I place my kisses between her breasts, I feel her heart beat through her chest, I 
kiss until, hers beats with mine, for she deserves to feel divine. Her breast so warm, so soft, 
and sweet, in a loving way, she nurtures my heat. As I place my hands around her hips, I 
slowly slide down, with my lips. Gently kissing, hot and steady, tasting all across her belly, 
and with her hands she guides my kisses, to fall between her thighs and wishes, So hot, so 
rich, her sweet desire, explode into a chain of fire, I am her loving vessel, her passion to ride 
the steady waves of the open sea, In her eyes I see the stars, as she smiles in ecstasy. She 
is more than beautiful, as I hold her in my arms, and her eyes sees only me, for she knows 
that in my arms she'll always be warm, safe, and protected, for in my heart she'll always be. 
I truly believe that a woman could never feel complete even if she had everything, unless 
she is deeply and truly loved. I would be haft a man and my heart die and fade away, if I 
were ever unable...
"To love a woman"...


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Someone Asked Me About Marriage

Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…  If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”

Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!

No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”

The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!

God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!

It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
 with an ungodly attention!

For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!

Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”

Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning…  This we know!

My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same!  Whatever the circumstance!

No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”

Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
 “blood bought!”

Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!

By Jim Pemberton


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O woman of lost Identity

O Woman of lost identity
Woman where are thee
Have you forgotten who you are
Have you forgotten who God has create you to be
Not woman to woman
Have you lost your identity
You are to be the help mate of the male
God did not create Eve for nothing
When Adam was lonely
He created Eve to be there for him
So why have you gone to another woman to be your only and true lover
O Woman of lost identity
Just cause you been decieve before 
Because you lust for the flesh of a unrighteous man
God has created righteous men but you reject them and accept wicked men
You are not suppose to commit adulty 
But since you have commit adulty at an early age
O Woman of lost identity
You have fallen deep into your sin
Hurt by your sensitive emotion state that you have within your heart
God does not forgive you for nothing
Turn from your deep desired sin 
And live your true purpose on this earth
O Woman of lost identity
What he has created you to be 
O woman of lost identity
How I know it hurts our father creator of heaven and earth
To see the woman who carries a new born life into this world
To be woman to woman instead of man to woman
T cry deep inside at night for you 
O woman of lost indentity
Wake up and get away from that habit of abomination 
Homosexuality is absolutely forbidden, for it is an huge sin
O woman of lost indentity


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The Crystal Slipper

I've been preserving a Crystal Slipper warmed only by the thoughts in my heart. I'm like the 
King of hearts, patiently waiting for his Queen of hearts... So here I reach with words which 
only she will understand. I long to feel again, the simple pleasures of watching my lady's 
smile, as I hand her a single rose. enjoy random candle lid dinners, while I watch with 
adoring pleasure the light of the candles enhances the sparkle in her eyes, feeling my warm 
Latin blood, pulsing through my veins, waiting with anticipation, as I hold her precious hand, 
to share each others lips, in a loving, suckling desert of passion and desire... Even though, I 
know, every woman holds a beauty deep within her, My Queen will always know how 
especially unique her beauty truly is to me. I've always believed that if a man actually 
stopped and looked at the beauty of a woman's heart, it would be so hard not to smile, but if 
allowed to touch, taste and breathes her in, he would want to protect her, and be hers 
forever. Here's a poem I always liked. It's directed to the one who feels I've been warming 
her Crystal Slipper... "If when I die, I have the choice to reclaim my life as anything, I'd 
choose to be one of your tears. How could any man want anything less Than to be conceived 
in your heart, Born in your eyes, Fall, caressing your warm cheeks, To finally rest, and die, 
on your lips..."
What a beautiful gift God's placed on earth, when he unselfishly created you... Like a rose in 
bloom, a woman can seem the same ... Mysterious but oh so lovely when unfolded with a 
kiss...


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IT'S TIME TO GIVE BIRTH

when you think of a woman giving birth your first thought is the labor pains
the struggle a woman endures so that mankind will forever remain
but in the spiritual realm giving birth is not just a woman's role
it involves every human being for it's about the evolution of one's soul
it consists of first perceiving the gifts and blessings that God has for you
then it's about letting go of the fears, the sins and those issues you need to work through

in the book of Jeremiah God made a statement that was bold and strong
He said He knew of us in the womb before any of us were born
He set each of us apart and gave us each an anointing
He made a promise to each of us and gave us all an appointing
we all have a purpose to fulfill and a task He desires we perform
we're all here for a reason and that's why we were born
but in order for your Godly gifts to manifest
the labor pains of spiritual birth you must address
and in order for you to spiritually grow
the seeds of God's wisdom you must now sow

it's time for you to give birth 
to discern your purpose here on earth
don't be in such a hurry as a fetus needs time to formulate
for the gestation period is the time to sit back and wait
you want the baby to develop completely and fully
and not run the risk of having any birth deficiencies
and once that child is born be mindful of the things that it ingests
give it the bread of life to eat and the living water to quench its thirst
then train it up in the ways of God and tell it about Jesus the Christ
and that child will never stray far from the Christian life

it's time to give birth to be reborn and be renewed
it's time to give birth to the spirit of God that now dwells in you
there will be some sacrifice, some concessions and surely some pain
but you have to walk through the fire in order to remove those sinful stains
as a new babe in Christ have no fear, don't be weak and fold up your tent
God has so much in store for you, His blessings, gifts and presence
it's time to give birth by stirring up those Godly gifts that are inside of you
it's time to give life to the things that God has pre-destined for you to do


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Contributing To The Story (part 2): Enhancing God's Glory

we have a tendency to develop a foolish pride when we see our name on anything
be it an award, certificate, team jersey or a championship ring
we think we need titles to feel important in life
but none of that contributes to the story that is Jesus the Christ
your name on a jersey won't make you play better
a title after your name won't change the content of a letter
your name on a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame
doesn't guarantee you a life of happiness without some pain
so what have you contributed to God's story?
what have you done to enhance His glory?

In the Scriptures there's this woman who anointed Jesus with an expensive oil
yet only one person is referred to in the text and that's by his negative foil
he was denoted by his affliction, his disease was brought to attention
he then had the nerve to criticize that woman for her unselfish deed
until Jesus told him to "leave her alone" because for Me she fulfilled a need
that man seemed to be more worried about the oil's cost
and couldn't perceive that the life of Jesus was about to be lost
he acted like he was so concerned about the ever-present poor
but Jesus saw through the hypocracy that he tried to implore
that woman was spiritually motivated when she made that sacrifice
she contributed all she had to the story that is Jesus the Christ
God only desires that you do the best that you can
when wholly subscribing to His righteous plans

yet that woman with the alabaster jar her name is never mentioned
but her contribution to the Biblical story has gotten everlasting attention
in the scheme of life your name is not that important and a title won't make you great
as it's only what you've contributed to the story or done to enhance the faith


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Drive on

You have come a long way 
Go from the child who is dreadful
To a great girl
From the child who wretch things
To a woman divinely lives
Know


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God?

Oh my God, they raised me to believe in you.
Oh my God, who was more devout than I?
Oh my God, I absorbed you and your mother, too.

Oh my God, even as I knew I was gay I pretended.
Oh my God, they told me you hate me but my faith never ended.
Oh my God, as I began adolescence, family figures made sure my adoration for 
you would never falter.

Oh my God, despair creeped in and you slipped away.
Oh my God, knowledge poured in, and I had plenty to say.
Oh my God, I realized a book crafted by men could never be perfect; from the truth 
it would stray.

Oh my God, as I grow into a man I've assessed my feelings.
Oh my God, my abundance of hatred began to go with all its dirty dealing
Oh my God, isn't it true essentially I know you're there?

Oh my God, now I've got inspiration from a pure woman of intuition and truth.
Oh my God, many opinions I've heard, and to my own conclusions I've come.
Oh my God, somehow I know you're good; the lies of hell make me numb.

Oh my God, is it the woman in you I pray to a coincidence of faith or real?
Oh my God, it seems to matters only I ask her for good; for a good day or 
when I'm hungry, a meal.
Oh my God, is it the man in you I know keeps me  firm and brave?

Oh my God, someday I'll know all!


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GOD'S GIFT TO THE WORLD

A woman is God’s gift to the world:
Her beauty is in her eyes;
Which is the door to the heart where true love resides.
A woman holds so much emotions inside.
Her tears release her pain and anguish when she cries.
She gives strength to life;
As a mother and a wife.
Despite of caring for family, illness, and fatigue she never quits.
With a open mind and a conscious heart a woman is well equipped.
God gives her sensitivity to love so unconditionally.
Even when others hurt her so deeply.
She even endures all her husband’s faults.
Through life she teaches and encourages her children to walk.
Her beauty is not in the style of her hair or in the clothes she wears.
It is in the tears that she cries because God gives her the gift to care.  


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I AM NOT

I am PRIMAL.

I am PREHISTORIC.

I am HISTORICAL.

I am TRADITIONAL.

I am EVOLVING.

I AM HUMAN!

I am not a RAPIST, I am not my FOREBEAR.
I am not a TERRITORAL THIEF, I am not my PREDECESSOR.
I am not a MURDERER, I am not my ANCESTOR.
I am not an EMOTIONAL CHARLATAN, I am not my GRANDFATHER.

I am not a RACIST, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a WOMAN ABUSER, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a WOMAN ABANDNOR, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a CHILD ABUSER, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a CHILD ABANDER, I am not my FATHER!

I am not a MAN!

I am ONLY MALE!

I am PURELY BORN.


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The Struggles Of A Black Man

The black man has had a life full of trauma
Forget what you heard save the drama for your mama
When will the struggles for the black man end 
When we will come together as a people and blend
Keep your head up black man and keep standing tall
You always have to give your all and all
Your struggle as a black man as a black woman I understand
And I will be there for you my black man
I know that times get frustrated and hard
And you always have to be on your guard
My black man stands with beaming pride
Because I'm his black woman I'll stand by his side
You have the strength to cope and endure
Just lean on me I'll be your allure
I'll always remember my black man with much pride
And I will continue to stand by his side
For the struggles of the black man continue to go on
Just remember my black man you are not alone
So keep hope alive and soar on high
Beacause you are my black man with dignity and pride


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ANOTHER YES

One time I asked myself what's so hard about being a child of Christ?
is it because I have to fight against the devil everyday of my life?
is it because I'm now saved and living sanctified?
or is it because I refused to sell out and I'm now rectified?
the hardest thing about being in Christ I would profess
is that after the first time, God requires another yes

when you say yes to God it's not a one time event
for it's only by His grace that you are even in His presence
to be a child of Christ you need to advance by little steps
and say yes to all He asks of you, if you desire to be His earthly rep
in the process of time God will tell you to have no fear
for when your well runs dry He will make water appear
for God won't let you thirst nor let you starve and die
He will always provide for on His word you can rely

when Elijah asked that widowed woman for some water to drink
she said yes, that's no problem, what did you really think?
but when he next asked for a little bit of bread
she said I only have enough for one last meal and then I will be dead
as a prophet of the Lord, Elijah wanted another yes
to see if she would commit to God and trust in Him to do no less
her first yes was only a very convenient gesture
but her second yes would have been a show of her true measure

sacrificial commitment and unselfish attitudes
are some of the things God requires of you
step out of your comfort zone
and sacrifice for the heavenly throne

many people tend to treat God like a tire that's a spare
kept in the trunk until we need it there
and when that tire gets us to our final destination
we remove that spare and put it back in hibernation
but God has a plan and He's not  just a convenient device
He's the master of our fate and Controller of our lives
you don't really own anything for all you see belongs to God
always give Him another yes and give it from the heart

so when that widowed woman did as the Prophet Elijah did say
God then provided her with food for many, many days
Yes Lord, Yes Lord say it as often as you can
Yes Lord, Yes Lord  I put my fate in Your righteous hands
Yes Lord, Yes Lord for You I can do no less
Yes Lord, Yes Lord,  ALWAYS ANOTHER YES




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'The Woman and The Wall...'

The Woman Stands By The Wall
… knowing No Harm Shall Pass Thru
It is Strong … Made of Stone and Tall
A Constructed, Marvel – True …

The Woman Places By The Wall …
… a Basket of Hopes and Dreams
She knows, No Creepy Creature Can Crawl
Past This Foundation, as Deep as the Seas …

And The Wall Reaches to Destinies Un-Shown
Long Distance, Soaring Sure and Straight
So, the Woman can Lean Upon
and Rest on This Journey So Great

The Woman Stays By The Wall
The Wall Blocks Out Horrible Views
And Screams and Things Too Evil To Call…
… She Never Wants To Go Over You …

The Woman Holds Onto The Wall
Admiring Its Fortitude, Its Texture
And Tho’ Her Hands May Be Small
She Will Attempt to Respectfully Measure

… This Reliable, Wonderful-Wall
Stands Built, for Her Pretty Protection
So, This Battle-Scarred-Wall, Will Not Fall…
… from Her Supporting, Adoring, Affection

For God, Took Away Her Prayer-Shawl                    1 Cor. 11: 5
as She Marched, Under Heavenly-Protocol
and Master-Builder, Chose This One Over Them All
to Be Her Outstanding, Warrior-Wall !

…  The Woman and The Wall …


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Death of a nun

Her name was Sister Mary Mercedes Gleason,
A tiny woman with so much wisdom and care,
who belonged to the religious congregation -
the Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

She lived a longer life: 98 years of age,
amazing and a flashing mem’ry to all
her imprint of life she shared with everyone
she dedicated herself to the religious life.

She died in sleep at the early hours of Tuesday, 
with serenity and less suffering thus far;
what a beautiful soul! What a gift of holiness!
truly,  a woman of the Gospel in every sense.

Her community grieved her loss and,
at the same time celebrated for her new birth –
that’s in heaven, in the life hereafter with her Maker;
rejoicing with her triumphant journey with Him.

She lived longer for higher purposes and meanings,
embracing the challenges of being a religious;
expressed in human language and good works,
her examplary life manifested with piety and humility.

With her balm of choice to love and be mindful
of people around her in diverse moods and feelings;
she would love to share with them even in moments
with her caring presence to accost them with a smile.

She’s history, memories and relationship in toto,
Like everyone else, her life went on the calendar;
Like a new chapter that says, ‘to live to die is gain.’ 
her own life is a testimony, an inspiration to all.


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Scarlet

Scarlets eyes are filled with fire
Scarlet is passion raptured in desire
Scarlet is a woman yet still very much a child
Scarlet is wicked never to be tamed she lives to run wild
Scarlet is with whom is calm but is easily riled
Scarlets' wonderous thoughts started as a juevilline
Scarlets' thoughts consume her they just won't go away
Scarlet tries to be a good girl but is so tempeted to stray
Scarlet often runs out cause with only one heart could she ever stay
Scarlet is usually held but finds herself alone everyday
Scarlets' heart and soul has before been shattered
Scarlet is one to believe with him that the broken pieces don't matter
Scarlet loves that man with all her heart
Scarlet knows how many times and how he could easily again tear it apart
Scarlet knows to everyone else she can pretend
Scarlet realizes that some times broken hearts never mend
Scarlet lusts after many yet like others she longs to find true love
Scarlet knows her destitanation is hell but in fact prays to go above
Scarlets' feelings leave her stranded 
Scarlet however is rarely left empty-handed
Scarlet has many regrets
Scarlet knows the fact that from them she can hide but never forget
Scarlet bites her tongue and still dares herself to be bold
Scarlet lives within every woman no matter how young or old
Scarlets' beauty is undeniable but tends inside to be ice cold
Scarlet is a lady with whom wants to be happy and wants so much to be controlled
Scarlet is one where you look into her eyes closely you could read her heart 
Scarlet can then in that moment capture your soul then tear it to pieces as she watches is rip 
and break all apart 
Scarlet is your inner voice screaming out to you
Scarlet is every mans' fantasy so what are you going to do...
...push it down again or let her be free
to live outside of you and in your reality...


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A love prayer

Dear Lord…
I would first like to thank you for all the blessings you have given me.
Without you, I am nothing but a sorry sinner…
I know you won’t put anymore on me than I can bear, but my heart feels as 
though it is on life support and the only way to heal it is LOVE. 
I need real love to come and rescue my life…
To ease me through the pain and strife…
And I’m not meaning a wife…
Just someone I can talk to…
Whenever I’m going through…
Someone whom I’m willing to put up a fight…
Someone to let me embrace her on a rainy night…
A woman that will fulfill my needs…
One that, for her, I’ll always do good deeds…
A woman that is worth my tender loving care…
A woman that will allow me to be her cuddly teddy bear…
A woman that is not caught up in the stereotype…
One that I consider the prototype…
Note I said a woman, and not a girl
Because girls are not mature enough to be in my world…
One that will also allow me to please…
One that is willing to give me the keys…
To her heart, and plant that seed of relationship…
A woman that is not full of it...
Excuse my tone, As you can see I’m hurt.
After finding out some dirt…
You know the girl that I considered a top candidate…
Till she slept with a friend of my roommates…
But you did bless me with a beauty…
Even though it was just about the booty.
But I’ve learned from my struggles,
And I promise today…
If you send me an angel, I won’t let her get away.
Lord I ask that this will be in your will…
In your son, Jesus name…
Amen.


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I mean to say

A person is single or married,
He is always regarded as Mr.
A woman is single what for Ms
But regarded Mrs. when she is married.

What is different and why is it?
She takes what but isn’t carried?
Ms. becomes Mrs. when it is responsible,
Is Ms not responsible when she is worried?

When man is single, responsible or not,
When man is married, responsible or not,
His regard is always a matter,
He enjoyed his priestly as honour,

Why is woman facing such division?
Is this discrimination or beloved creation?
Specializing to honour or degrading to someone,
Sometimes formality seems why a fashion?


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She was His sister, She was His friend

one of my favorite scriptures by far
is the one about the woman with the alabaster jar
she took a box of expensive oils and poured it over Jesus' head
she anointed Him with this precious gift, yet the men rebuked her instead
they could not comprehend why she performed this deed
Jesus told them "leave her alone" for she understands My need
this perfume costs a good penny and could have been used for the poor
but she has prepared me for my death, as I won't be with you anymore
she possesses a spirit of discernment and spiritually understands
that I, Jesus of Nazareth am God in the flesh, The Son of Man
I Am The Messiah, I Am The Deliverer and I Am The Savior
My purpose to show mankind how to live with god-like behavior
she was His sister, she was His friend
she possessed a spirit of discernment

for one to hear the voice of God, you must learn to open your ears
don't allow the thoughts of man nor the devil to intercede nor interfere
for the devil is a liar, a rascal and a spiritual thief
he will wreck havoc in your life and won't give you any relief
he will bring down upon you demons of destruction
follow the Word of  Jesus Christ for He gives positive instruction
Jesus, a manifestation of God came to give us the breath of life
He came to show us The Way  and how to deal with struggle and strife
He came as our advocate and to help us fight the good fight
and defend ourselves from the adversary with a good right
in the house of Simon amidst a group of men
Mary, the woman with the alabaster box became to Jesus a friend

the spirit of discernment is not in the hearts of most
not everyone can detect nor sense the spirit of the Holy Ghost
we tend to be ruled by the desires of the flesh 
and can't seem to change our behavior
we have to let go of the thoughts of man 
and look to Jesus Christ the Savior
so be careful who you talk to 
and be careful of whom you ask for advice
be careful that who you listen to possesses
the spirituality of Jesus Christ
do you do deeds for earthly recognition
to receive applauds and gratitude?
or do you do deeds from the heart
just because the are the right thing to do?

Jesus found a true friend in that woman 
when she did him a good turn
and He declared as long as the Gospel is preached, 
her good deed will forever be learned
with her oils on His head, her tears on His feet
she used her hair to dry them
Mary, a woman of discernment 
she was His sister, she was His friend


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Come Inside

A young woman sits alone on the steps of a church,
her heart is so full of pain, she has been through so
much.
All by herself, and afraid to go in, what will these people
think about all her sins.
Then out of nowhere, an old lady appeared, and sat
down beside her, asking, "why all the tears."
The young woman told her about her past, and lost years,
and the reason for her pain, and all the tears.
As the old lady listened to her every word, they brought
back so many memories, as she listened to this poor girl.
Then she told the young woman, she was once lost too,
but God sent her a miracle, with a heart so true.
For sixty years, she had loved only one man, who
had a heart full of compassion, and was able
to understand.
"For the last forty years, he had ministered here,
his spirit is so strong, I still feel him here."
"My son has taken the ministry now, and he is so 
excited to be back in his hometown."
"So let us hurry inside, and find us a seat,
you know, God has a lot of good people in there
for you to meet."


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Open Rebuke

Vials of stolen waters are sweet
To the drunkard who drinks 
As if he has not drank
Who inside is like bottled up wine
Pouring new wines into an old wine skin
Though he must vent, ready to burst
He considers not that the wines will run out
And that the bottle will perish
Thus, the simple man seeks another drink
Making glances and taking chances
With festive dances and forbidden romances
The winebibber staggers and falls into deep ditches
Full of the nectar and the dregs of the flesh
Under the tree of knowledge in fields of subtle venoms
Loaves of secret bread are pleasant
To the glutton who gluts 
As if she lacks bread
Wiping her mouth saying she has done no wrong
Though she’s known, a woman given to appetite
Yet she puts not the knife to her throat
Neither considers the dainties before her
That such food id deceitful meat
The strange woman craves more delacacies
Making glances and taking chances
With festive dances and forbidden romances
The riotous eater of flesh gnash a mouthful of gravel
Engorged with the grains she grinds 
That pierce, alas, like a sword and stabs like a dagger
Whose drowsiness clothes with rags
And covers such impoverished souls 
With hunger and sleep, thus you must listen
Guide your heart in the Way 
And be not among them
Lest you learn their ways snaring your one soul.


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What If?

what if one man died to stop world starvation?
what if one died to end racial segregation?
what if one man died for social justification?
what if one man died so we could have eternal salvation?
what would you do? what would you say? 
would you get on your knees and for them pray?

what if one woman stood up for gender equality?
what if one woman refused to stand and give up her seat?
what if one woman served all her life trying to save lost souls?
what if one woman took a stance to help empower woman's roles?
what would you say? what would you do?
would you stand and applaud them and give them their proper due?

throughout the history of mankind 
many have stood up and many have died for a cause
men and women who were fearless in their quest
willing to died without pause
Ghandi, Dr. Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers
Rosa Parks, Susan B. and Mother Theresa
they all took a stand in this world to make a sacrifice for us
but the one who died to set our souls free was Christ Jesus


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what a catch!

a woman with a hemorrhaging problem went to see the Lord Jesus Christ
she believed that if she could only touch Him, it would save her life
as Jesus passed by the crowd she reached out and touched His hem
she was miraculously healed, the flow of blood did stem
physically, morally and emotionally she'd been condemned by her own peers
instead of praying for her to heal, the prayed for her to disappear
for misery loves company and with some people you will find
that even though they say they are Christians, they don't possess God's Kind

yes, life can sometimes be anxious, depressing and knock you to the ground
it can be tedious and routine, making you feel run down
yet when things happen over which we have no control
allow God to order your steps and with the Holy Spirit achieve you goals
just break out of your rut and go forward in your life
take a leap of faith today and catch the wave that is Jesus Christ

after that woman touched Jesus' robe she then attempted to hide
then Jesus said,"who touched me", for the power in Him did subside
that woman then stood up confessed to all and told Jesus why
He said to her,"your faith has healed you, go in peace" with God's prize

what a catch she made that day, it was a wave of faith
what a catch she made that day for on God she did await
her story has been passed on down, it's an example of unconditional belief
that if one lets God into their life through Him comes healing and relief

allow yourself to cleansed, wade in the water of God's tide
catch the wave of faith and then hold on for the ride
call on your determination to be your salvation and your inspiration
and whenever you call on Jesus Christ the power in Him will leave
and continue on to a place where there is a need
what a catch, what a catch, now healed and of good cheer
her faith in God has made her whole, her burden she no longer has to bear


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What a Rose Means to Me

In all my years, i've never met a person so unique.
Strength tempered by the toughest tragedies.
Seasoned by the deepest hurts and betrayals.
Sufferer of physical woes endlessly without complaint.
Pillar of strength.  With the heart of a little girl.
The only one too read all my journals.
Know all my secrets.
Share all of hers.
Take me into her family.
The only woman I wrote letters (with ink)...every day for years.
The only woman I've written poetry and music for.
A vision of beauty and sensuality like I never had known.
Wize beyond her years, yet innocent and easily hurt.
A woman who held me in the arms and sang to me as I flirted with death before.
A woman who supports me, as once I did her.
My protector, fearless and potent.
One with more faith in me than me.
The one who provided me with the greatest love of my life.
And best of all, my best friend.
Truer than true, more beautiful than my new organ.
One I spent 36 hours with in the hospital with, as she was unconscious and near 
death.
One who kept a room for me in her house.
My co-chef on numerous occasions.
My teacher.  My student.
Forging ahead against unbelieveable odds to further her education.
A symbol of immense significance.
A dreamer of my dreams.  A sharer of my nightmares.
We somehow wander thru life together, in one way or another.
A soulmate, if ever there was one.
A classroom of life values and example.
A remarkable person.
She is my Rose.
Always was, always will be.
For near forty years.
A flower in the desert of life.
An oasis in a parched world.


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Jesus was the greatest man who ever lived

Jesus was the greatest man who ever lived.
He loved to show kindness and he loved to forgive.
He resurrected the dead and made the blind see.
A couple of men wanted to stone a woman who committed adultery.
Jesus said that the person who had never sinned could throw the first stone.
When Jesus looked up, he saw that the men had left him and the woman alone.
Jesus loves us, that's why he died for our sins.
When the second coming arrives, he'll return to Earth again.