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Sweet Purpose

I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love

Wisdom is not solely measured by experience
But more by capacity for it
I have glimpsed deep into history
I have sieved through its successes 
...for the soundest advice I could find
Most profound I have received from the greatest achievers in its archives

I am a Student of Life
I am a Wordsmith of Optimism 
And I am a Mason of the Castles of Dreams
This Trinity of Purpose for me goes hand in hand, side by side
Each benefits the other
Issue is, they set me apart from the others

Here I am, young when I should be intoxicated with the fads of modernity
Fortified with skills that are eager to pay the ordinary wages 
But nay, I am not to be beleaguered 
I focus ahead to perceive the greater rewards at the summation of days
For I place most value on the greatest wealth: WISDOM and HAPPINESS

I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love

I choose to commit my heart entirely
To the work I love best
For it is this calling that shall liberate the sanctity of my humanity
The world I dwell in fathoms not a shred of my quest
For it views life through the lenses of reality

True as it may be that my work suffices not to endow me 
...with common currency in these economic times
The rationale of my perception discerns far beyond this temporary mist

Let them roar their throats in laughter at my perceived stupidity
But it is their children and their children’s children that shall benefit most 
...From this shelter of thoughts and dreams that for them I build

I expect no immediate remuneration for my onerous undertaking
For I rationalize it as a selfless gift to humanity
Hence I shall tap deep within to give all can give
I am determined to build this Shelter of Thoughts and Dreams
I have the basic skills hence I commit my willingness and ingenuity
The Good Gods shall present the mortar and bricks

The fear of failure has been permanently exiled from boarding my being
As my eyes are fixated on the prize
I am ready to pay the price

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2012 resolution Vol 3

Another fresh year is here, I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear. I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest, and give the people around me nothing but the best. I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations, and work hard towards mending broken relations. I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear, and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear. I would love to make an effort to be a good friend, to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end. I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving, and spend more time in loving. I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous, and speak only the truth and for that be courageous. I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly, and cover them all with feelings that are friendly. I would love to learn to be sensitive, and towards others be open and receptive. I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me, and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see. I would love to learn to be content about all I have received, and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived. I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees, and work to help out for carbon emission decrease. I would love to learn to be unforgiving, and be more tolerant and caring. I would love to right some of my wrongs, and be true to myself and hum joyous songs. Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude, and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.

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Barefoot Boy, with a Fishing Pole.

 A man I am and near my end.
I have other men to call me friend.

And women round me for the lust
And four leaf clover for the luck.

Beer or buttermilk to drink
And time I have to sit and think.

I have meadows which to mow
And I have crops which to sow.

I have men that call me sir.
I have work to be concerned.

I have obligations piled.
Work to do from mile to mile.

I'd trade it all, to be, you know
A barefoot boy, with a fishing pole.

To rest in the shade by a river bed
Soft grass to lay my youthful head.

Fish and skip stones on waters calm
And sleep out all night -when it's warm.

To unravel natures mystery there
Why the turtle wears a shell?

How the Oriole's nest is hung?
How the frog's croak is sung?

Why the Blue-Bell does not ring?
Why the hornet likes to sting?

My work keeps me shod like a mule
Only in dreams, youthful things I do.

When work here ends, to Heaven I go
To be a barefoot boy, with a fishing pole.

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The Canvas

This poem is a farewell piece of advice to a group of students I have taught over the last four years. I do 
hope they find the metaphor meaningful and believe that they are the "architects of their own future."

Spread before you is a canvas of hope and opportunity Waiting to be painted with strokes of what you are and can be Waiting to be filled with colours that define you and the life you live Waiting to be stamped with the personality that only you can give To the portrait of your life, by itself a work of art A work which, on this day, with vigour you will start Spread before you is a canvas of vision and desire Waiting to be sketched with shades of passion and fire Waiting to be decorated with a story and theme Waiting to be etched with ambition that is now just a dream Of a picture whose tone, texture and style Would have made this work worth all the while Spread before you is a canvas, empty, yet full of space Waiting to be stroked with your wit, charm and grace Waiting to be brushed with strokes daring, vivid and bold Waiting to be painted with a story that can be told Of a life whose essence is one of sublime beauty Of a person who lived his life and did his duty Of a person who lived life the way it should be Of a complete canvas that will reflect many a memory.

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Approvals I Should Praise

Approvals I Should Praise

The rhythm of my pen knows no bounds
Its ticks, treks, and steps knows no count.
The songs on my lip just loose the count.
No where, I suppose to untie the bond.

Strong bones are so much in here
They touch and squeeze out letters bountifully.
In these bones, many light I have received gracefully.
Linda is one, Andrea is two among all of you there.

You are all amazing guests in this field
Cup of water..., cup of tea come to toast.
Many hugs, many thanks to you, writ and host.
... Eden that crowns my garden and its yields.

Special parcel to my coy mistress, Linda.
All sea, roses...and sweet showers to you.
And my lady Andrea; always brand new!
I love you all... your words in my wall are tender.

Dedicated to:
Poet Destroyer A, 
Andrea Dietrich 
and to the rest of Poetrysoupers.

I     am     Grateful     for     your    warm      welcome.

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To Believe or Not To Believe: The Power of Unbelief

your belief system is the major indication
of what you can accomplish with positive validation
if you can see it, you can achieve
if you can perceive it, you can believe it

underachievers are always underestimating themselves
non-achievers are always looking for a handout and the most help
average achievers do only what is usually just required
but overachievers strive to realize their heart's desire

in The Bible Mark 6:5-6 are two of the saddest scriptures to me
it tells of the time when Jesus went to His birth place
to spread His Father's ministry
it is somewhat troubling to me when He could find there no relief
because the Nazarenes were in a mind set of utter unbelief
even though He had worked many miracles
in most every town he had ventured to
the citizens of Nazareth were unwilling to give Him His proper due
a showdown in Nazareth, Jesus trying to evangelize God's word
but they saw Him only as the carpenter's son attempting to do the absurd

the power of God can only manifest in an arena of positivity
it can not gown nor gravitate in an atmosphere of negativity
Jesus was rendered powerless, the passion in Him had subsided
because the unbelieving Nazarenes remained unyielding 
and completely one-sided

there is a significant amount of unbelief
in many church congregations
where some are just sayers of the Word
and don't believe in the power of the consecration
it takes one drop of negativity
to yield a whole crop of unbelieveability
understand that the Living God can't work in anyone's life
if they are in a state of mind clouded by negativity and strife
there is nothing that can't be accomplished if you know this in your heart
that God can work miracles just believe in His powers from the start
for God can move mountains, He can make a river divide
His powers are omnipotent, just keep a positive attitude in mind

don't undermine God's purpose for you life, allow Him some control
don't underestimate what He can do for you, if you surrender to Him your soul
always look for the victory, don't settle for defeat or loss
use the power of your belief, the power of the blood, the crown and the cross

if you believe God can open doors
what more could you ask for
just believe with God that you can do it
just trust in Him and let Him prove it
just believe in the power that is Jesus Christ
and imagine what you can accomplish
if you just let Him work in your life

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My eyes can see
That the sand is like sea
And it stretches to the end of my mind
On a ship set to sail
with four legs and a tail
Tishmandu I set out to find
Now the wind is of sand
and can lend a hand
in tearing the flesh from your bone
So your head you keep wrapped
your snaps keep snapped
and you never travel alone
The heat at midday
is to kill and waylay
if the body and soul are not one
So you pray to the east
and prepare for slim feast
begging passage under full sun
Caravan of the seed
born on camels that breed
in an endless march between wells
Over lost count of dunes
under God and full moons
blessing passage with incense and bells
At the end of the day
when gold turns to grey
and the stars brighten the skies
A device is brought forth 
to determine true north
and the path where Tishmandu lies
On the fortieth morn
pressing lips to the horn
a signal beckons us wake
Leaving water behind
on a course now refined
the final leagues we must take
Tishmandu is a place
where a white mans face
has never been seen or allowed
But the people have need
and my service agreed
in a land under sky without cloud
Like feathers of blue
in the distance I view
the flags on top of the walls
Though my limbs are worn
my very fabric is torn
I move towards Tishmandu halls
At last in the shade
a walled shelter is bade
I meet with the maker of rules
A service I bring
but to rules I must cling
or a tortures price must be paid
Twenty days and seven
in the passes of heaven
I treated the sick and the lame
With rules on my mind
the medicines I grind
The devil of Tish for to tame

As I washed the sick
and avoided blunt stick
the God of the desert did smile
For the people made well
in this fortified hell
where spirit is subject to trial
In the end I am paid
for the journey I made
and the healing and medicine new
On my camel back
salted meats in my pack
I Bid farewell to Tishmandu

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(C)1982, 1996, 2006 ALBERT WILLIAMS

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In His Arms

In his arms

In His Arms you bury your head into his chest and release tears of anguish fury and disbelief.
Gently he caresses your back and says those four little words you were longing to hear. Not "Everything will be alright" But "I'll make everything better" and at that moment a ton of burden is lifted from your chest and into his hands, but to him feel as light as a feather. Trust is elevated and at most high because hearing those words from his honey thick voice makes it ooze from his skin. Unknowingly you find out not only does he sympathize but he empathizes because once in his life not only has he felt the same way, but you'd once said those same words and lifted a similar burden from his body reassuring you of his motives of loving you.

His arms wear scars from childhood, hard work and labor, to him they're not appealing, to you they're a work of art. It should be part of the suffix ology because you've study every detail of his skin, down to the six beauty marks and a tiny recent cut on his left leg right below his knee.

Those arms scream protection when they're around you. Not just physical protection but protection from what the world thinks of you. In those arms there's no judgment, in those arms there's no need to be perfect, contradicting his kind hold on you, in his arms you are liberated.

Just longing to be in his arms


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The Musician

His fingers sailing on the string
Arousing enchanting rhythm from sleep
   Solace to desolate hearts bring
    And penetrate the craving souls deep

Music drifting in the air like perfume
Healing wounds like the miracles of Jesus
 Prevailed serenity torments consume
    Like a flower’s bloom elegant and gracious

         Melting like butter the hardened hearts
        Soothing like balm the anguish and pain
Healing the wounds of the suffering’s darts
Trickling like rain drops on a sun baked plain

Bestowing tranquillity and serenity to soul
   The onlooker’s hands busy in ceaseless applaud
         As on the Sitar his magic fingers roll 
But his life beleaguered and misfortune clawed

Would tomorrow's air be perfumed by his music?
Would his means promise togetherness of his body and soul?
Would anguished souls still crave for the balm of his lyric?
Or the hawks of society devour his art as a whole

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Plant Tale

That lone ornamental plant,
that stood straight,
with colored shiny leaves,
had its own story to relate,
it was brought in infancy,
to the office,
to decorate and tickle fancy,
it was an eye soothe,
amongst dead office wood eye sores,
and people who were alive,
but wanted others dead,
plant was innocent,
and had not thought so in the start days,
but had gathered that over each passing day,
he had a secret to reveal,
that people came to office,
not to work,
but to work down others,
they were jealous and egoists,
they spoke lies and spoke bad of others,
most of the time they did that,
only a little was left,
for the work for which they were paid for,
life of the plant was spent thus,
he became tired and almost dead,
he knew these evil people,
would throw him out one day,
and that they did,
but he was happy,
that he was free,
of evil and bad.

Details | I do not know? | |

Gods Grace

we all face things that we do not understand
hard as it may seem Gods work is always at hand.
situations He will allow us to face, 
as tough as it may seem He will lift us with His grace.
we may feel like we have lost it all
and the choices that we make
He will allow us to fall.
times may seem tough and cry as we may
in the end God will have His way.
so we have to understand no matter what we may do good or bad
His love will always get us through.
so when we face problems we do not understand
try and remember that His work is always at hand

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Things shrouded in mystery
are quickly discarded
and simply not believed;
this false-hood staggers me
and others unjustifying them...
While knowledge increases,
faith,once invincible,decreases...
with only few to defend it!

Creation is the work of the Eternal,
everything testifies to that;
convinctions should be concrete,
not implausible and superficial...
They should be credible enough
to attribute it to His almighty hand   
and anyone disapproving it,
denies calling it  a myth!

O world so careless and rebellious...
indulging in sin without remorse,
you refuse to believe in a real God
who doesn't hide from anybody who seeks Him;
and He can end anguish and shame!
O world so preoccupied with wealth and galore,
this madness can cause you more harm than good;
He who created you has greater plans in store!

Creation is the work of the Eternal,
the entire Universe will be yours to explore;
and you'll be given dominion over it always...
and if angels are higher than you...fear not,
because you'll be rule over them...God
has predestined you to greatness!  

O world so merciless and intolerant of fairness,
break free of deception and selfishness,
there are no planets more beautiful than this,
the Earth was given to Man for freedom and bliss!

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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt

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The Prospector: 

He packs his tack in a great canvas sack 
And then drives away in his car.
Nobody cries as they wave their goodbyes; 
They will await his return from afar.
When he reaches the track he will find his way back
With his GPS tuned to a star. 

The stories are told how he travels the road 
With constant anticipation,
He ignores the snakes as he hammers in stakes, 
On the boundary of his location 
This man has gone bush, and he shows no rush 
To return to civilization.

This modern-gold seeker, with a stick and a beeper  
That creates echoes to his ears from the ground.
On his own, he unpacks his gear from his sacks,
He’s left family and friends in the town.
Now the bush replaces their loving embraces
With an encompassing sky and a peaceful surround.

The look on his face shows nary a trace
Of emotion as he unpacks his gear.
He sets up his camp, and primes his lamp, 
Lights fire, and watches a dingo draw near.
Staring into the embers, he starts to remember 
Other campsites like the one he has here.

He wakes in the morning, stretching and yawning
As he extracts his bones from the ground.
His muscles will strengthen as the days lengthen
While he walks the grid; listening to sounds.
Bright are his eyes, as he unearths the prize
His detector, signals it there to be found.

When his eyes behold the nugget of gold
As he digs in the earth for this prize
They sparkle and shine as he takes out his twine,
Knotted, for measurement of size. 
The tail of his shirt removes unwanted dirt
And hessian covers rock from prying eyes

As he looks to the ground; there is more to be found!
Shards that catch the bright setting sun. 
He puts some in a pot, then marks this fine spot,
So he can find it again when he’s done.
For the task of recording his find in the morning,
He must leave; he feels he should run.

From the past he has learned, he knows he’ll return
After the assayer sees what's in his sack.
There is quiet celebration, with this revelation
As he phones his partner to say she should pack.
They both go to sign on the dotted line,
Then together they travel the track back.


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Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch some pails of water
Jack climbed some trees while Jill was picking some pretty flowers

After some hours Jack realized that he was wasting time
So he called Jill to hurry up before ‘tis half past nine

So off they went to continue their very long journey
‘Till they passed by an old beggar and gave him some money

When they both reached the well Jack and Jill filled up their buckets
Near the well were some berries which they put in their pockets

When they reached home their momma and papa were so happy
For dinner they had meatballs and soup and chicken curry

 And five bags of bananas which a rich neighbor gave them
The good that you do to others will always be returned 

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Rewards of College Education

in grade school
he heard about it

in high school
he prepared for it

in his first year
he explored it

in his second year
he focused on it

in his third year
he felt part of it

in his fourth year
he graduated from it

Now, he has a job
because of it.

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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace

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God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11

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Chase Of The Champion -

I am a champion,
the thought and feel of it is real,the fact being indisputable and the reality pure,
with others,and in singular isolation victory over the misery of disrections is now,and future,
I am a champion because I have led myself and others to victories,
victories over the malvolent and lurid labors,
living,toiling,dreaming,and breathing within the parameters of a system foriegn
to my instincts, alien to this suture,

I am a champion along with others because I weep incredulity 
at the untaught magnitude of a work ethic producing abject glories,
brought to my knees,my heart beats rife with pain,fear, & the mud of doubt,
brought to lunacy by the dispassion that consequence savors,
rising, and rising as emotions explode at the chance and moment for domination,
justification, to obliterate the obstacles,making room for stories,
awaking with dry pain in the eyes,nausea,dizziness,despair,
seeking simple reasons for motivation to go forth,
wishing quixotically for more sleep,

finishing the day feeling dumb,dull and brazen like a fenced horse 
hungry for edification,rectification,seeing the great steppe with a risk too deep,
going on week after week with new sprains & strains on mind body & spirit,
always some mistake, cuts, bruises, burns & hyperextensions,
compulsively micromanaging,hyperanalysing, a manic finisher,
nothing will dissuade me from the thankless pursuits of daily perfections,
the anatagonists,the ones who sneer & discourage casually at the noble attempts
of the able champions trying to maximize efficiency,to excel,win,

raising that standard which the mediocre claim can't be improved,
I and others jeapordize our health,safety,sanity so to accomplish the impossible,
I receive no grand trophies,new contracts or publicity,
nobody takes my picture or delivers a prize,
there are no special tokens or passwords on the table,
we strive ferociously for the sake of victory,for the knowledge of limits,
this way setting greater goals & tests,
being testaments for others who climb,
do I want acclaim from Deity for my successes,distinction for my sacrafices, no,
I work hard for me and others to be sublime -


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A Kitchen Poem Prayer

God bless my little kitchen,
I love its every nook,
And bless me Lord as I do my work,
Wash pots and pans and even cook,
And may the meals that I prepare,
Be seasoned from above,
As we partake of earthly food,
Thy table for us spread,
We'll not forget to thank the Lord,
Who gives us daily bread,
So bless my little kitchen,
God and those who enter in,
May they find not but joy'n peace
And happiness within

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Everything  is beautiful at this time of day,
Following a quickening morning shower.
And the huge orange pearl that is the sun
Is just beginning to shepherd its endless power.
The spirit of divine blessings carries  me,
In a vision, to the center of this sacred lush glade.
There lays a stone walkway crossing a footbridge
In a course toward stairs of rock on a rising grade.
Then immediately before me, a shrine-like temple,
With finely carved work exhibited on every side,
It appears to be the craft of the Eternal Builder himself,
To whom the fairest beauties of nature have replied.
It bestows its stately head of glittering spires to the sky,
Resting upon its noble structure of stone buttress and turrets.
The remaining stairs, I bound, and through the gilded doors,
Into the cedar and marble interior, a work of  matchless merits.
The artifacts are carved to satisfy  the eyes of  God,
And, for amenity, a cruciform lamp high in the ceiling of the shrine.
Comprising the interior are two large and lavish units,
The nave consecrated to the body and the apse to the mind.
The golden glow of the lamp exalted the light in my eyes,
So I turned toward the door and gingerly stepped down the aisle.
With head bowed, I walked through the gilded doors,
Feeling the tender glow of the light on my back all the while.

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My Mom's A Maid

                           She cares for the job
           Though the masters scream and shout
                           For the sake of love

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Marla was a friend of mine I knew from working at UTMB Over 10 years we worked together In the department of pathology Though we actually worked In two different locations there We still became pretty good friends Leaving me memories of times we shared Besides her friendship with me To all, Marla was very helpful She knew her job exceptionally well And was always professional Our department felt confident As we knew Marla was the one To work in an accurate manner And get any task completely done Marla attended a few SSP luncheons We would both go there to meet She came as my guest a few times And we would save each other a seat I’ll carry the memories of Marla With me throughout my living years I know that when it’s my time to go She’ll be saving a good seat for me up there Florence McMillian (Flo)

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No Job Can't Pay the Bills TRY JESUS

Here I sit, uncertain of what lies ahead.
I’m still wondering how my family will be fed.

I once had a job that provided a sense of “security.”
Now I don’t…  And I have a lot of uncertainty!

I have unpaid bills, and I’m not sure what to do.
I’ve asked for help.  But not sure who to turn to!

I get discouraged, and feel life “pulling me down.”
I’ve tried just about every job that’s in town.

The dreams I had, have been shattered and smashed.
At times, I feel like I’m just “a piece of trash.”

My wife tried to support me, the best that she can.
But she doesn’t know me…  Or even understands!

Dear Jesus…  You’re the only left that I haven’t tried.
There’s been many nights I laid awake and cried!

I read in the Bible, where your love for me is real!
When I call on your name...  There’s a love I can feel!

Whatever happens, please help me Lord, to trust you!
Whatever tomorrow holds, may I still love you!

I know that you’re a foundation, that I can stand on!
Jesus is a friend!  That I can always depend on!

Jesus, if I lose everything that I have or that I hold on to...
My I always remember your faithfulness
 and never forget you!

Here I stand… With my burdens lifted from me!
It’s because of Jesus!  And how much he loves me!

I praise HIS name!  And lift my hands to the sky!
He’s in control now!  I don’t have to ask the reason why!

Jesus…  Please take control of my worries and desires!
Above all of my problems, I lift your name up higher!

By Jim Pemberton

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Morals Morality and Ethical Direction

Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction… We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction. What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.” Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard. Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd! Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.” As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say! Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations… Often leading many to get into perverse addictions! We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.” When it comes down to it… What does this really mean? Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’ Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?” Why believe in God? He’s been ruled “unconstitutional.” While many listen to the news, which is often “delusional!” We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.” Do we hear of those wanting to be Godly sanctified? If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide! Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide! The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need… Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read! Why not read from Genesis through Revelation? We can all find what we need! Across our nation! God and his word give us a true moral compass for living! His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving! Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today? He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way! By Jim Pemberton

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Social injustice and economic inequality 
have always been practiced in our Nation's working industry
Irish need not apply, Hispanics we don't want your kind
and Blacks don't even show your face
this was the typical response to ethnic minorities in America's workplace

nepotism and favoritism were the norm and status quo
as it was not about your knowledge or skill but about who you know
let us never forget the unions and labor laws which evened the playing field
for if it was left up to corporate America economic inequality would never yield

Racism, discrimination and segregation on our Nation's history is a blight
and in spite of all the civil rights laws we still have to fight
for a measure of equal opportunity 
for some respect and a little dignity

let us never forget the Rev. Dr. King Jr., Medgar Evers, Cesar Chavez and Rosa Parks
those who stood up against injustice by igniting a socially conscious spark
they did not back down, they would not back off, they took a moral stance
so that every single human being in this country could have an equal chance

We hold these truths to be self-evident that all citizens shall be treated the same
regardless of race, color, age, gender or how we pronounce your name
and as we celebrate Black History Month let us never forget those who led the fight
in the struggle for social justice, economic equality and basic human rights

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Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"

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Blank Page

Too long have I been staring at this cruel blank page before me, My crazed, hysteric mind screaming and imploring I know there is a message that's dying to come out— I need to fill this confounded page without the slightest doubt! It's a simple predicament to manipulate, Into a mass of thought A futile attempt to insinuate, Weak hints are left with naught I sit here in silent desperation, What can fill this page? I slap myself in indignation, My eagerness becoming rage! Like roaches sporadically running from light My thoughts are but a haze The words I write just don't seem right, On this cruel blank page!

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My Life

My life has been varied and long at many things I failed. Aged seven I wanted to be a train driver but that idea was soon derailed. I trained to be an Olympic athlete came last in every race I studied to be a lawyer and lost my every single case I left my job as a crane driver on the day I was hired My stint as a Gigolo left a lot to be desired. I applied to be a hotel porter but was told there was no room and my time as a concert pianist was distinctly out of tune. So I became a writer and dream my time away I can be who or where I want whilst staying in bed all day.
Ken Duddle

Details | Cowboy | |

On Juno Ranch, A Cowboy's Day

If you'd have lived and worked on Juno Ranch, you’d have come away better for it. It 
may not have seemed like it at the time but Pancho (Uncle Frank) would put it to you, an’ it 
was for you to decide to do it, what to do with it, or to fight. The motto was, “You either work 
or fight, there ain’t no quittin’ on this-here ranch.”

     Pancho cultivated a reputation as a living legend in his fifty-some years in the Devil’s 
River country of the Texas frontier. He loved his life, family, work and felt plumb lucky to be 
livin’ it. He believed there was art in every undertakin’ an’ practiced the highest standards in 
dealin’ with any an’ all comers. He savvied horses, cattle an’ the land; and death was just the 
gate that opened into higher pastures.

     Ride 'em Pancho!

The cowboy wakes before each dawn With blurry eyes n'a mournful yawn; Gets breakfast down, just bacon'n eggs, An' biscuits dunked in coffee dregs. He feeds the stock some oats an' hay In growin' light of break o' day. Then Pancho comes an' rigs a hoss, An' chews his butt, 'cause he's the boss. “The sun is up, you little bride! We're loosin' light! We gotta ride!” So they ride out to make their rounds In echoed clops of hoof-beat sounds. The sun is high 'bout half-passed noon, An' dinnertime is none too soon. He eats his beans an' taters fast, Then rolls a smoke an' rests at last. He dreams of how he'll spend his pay When he's in town on Saturday, An' where he'll go to have some fun With gals who'll laugh and call him, "Hun..." He gets his hat an' pulls it down, Forgets the dream of gals in town, Cause if he ain't just damn near dead, The work comes first on Pancho's spread.

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ABAMI EDA (For Fela Anikulapo-Kuti)

Appears the strange Fella
On a stage of many fellows
But not doing “Mr Follow-follow”
Smoking it out the truth
Into the skulls of the VIP
Like no other fellow

Abami, thorning their flesh ceaselessly
Amidst them the Generals
The fella Fela shivers their spines
Telling peole to stop “Shuffering and Smiling”
But General Hog was not done 
Decreed Republic’s demolition

“Zombie” swamp on our Jerusalem
His Mama’s life cut short in Kalakuta
Then came a “Coffin for Head of State”
Abami, gallowed with pant in gaol
Yet, he weeds on with vigour
Kalakuta People’s Replublic must stay

General Swine’s Zombies tortured him
His long skinned trousers appear ruffled
A Fela puffs his way out of the gaol
Yet, his mouth waxes stronger Afro-tune sax
To the great beyond the sky
“In no be Gentleman at all
But for once, he never betrayed the truth.   

Alayade Stephen T.
29th, September, 2006

NB-Abami Eda means a strange fellow.
VIP in Fela’s parlance means Vagabond in Power,
And Mr Follow-Follow, Coffin For Head Of State, Zombie,
Shuffering and Smiling are all titles of popular tracks amidst his hit songs.

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A Perfect Company

A Perfect Company
By: Noel N. Villarosa

They are the big fish in a small pond
They received kudos and power widely
With their bunch of fives used as their wand
They dominate while sitting idly

Been tasked in carrying coals to Newcastle
Never saw them as cool as cucumber
The atmosphere of office is in chronically hassle
Mobility and formative years, they are there to encumber

World-weary, so he indulged into stargazing
That he was working in a peculiar place
Where people work with eternal bliss
Where no one to make shudder and no egotist displaying

Everyone is happy to comply with buoyant spirits
You feel as no stranger but as a longtime friend
Where giving recognition and importance have no limits
Different origins and cultures do blend

There were no rush works and pressures
No deadline to meet and sanction
All work harmoniously with pleasures
And get involved into another function

They were wearing white uniform
No shoes, all are barefooted
No pains to bear and no hurting words thrown
A feeling of living in your own homestead

The place is boundless in its beauty
Where children play with other creatures
No darkness, only eternal light and free from enmity
That you can rest in the placidity of its seashore

Then a meeting was called and everyone gathered in the garden
He was introduced by the man sitting on the throne
He saw the man’s face as magnanimous, charmingly simple and serene
A soothing voice and said, my son there is no contract signing to hold you own
Only love will bind us as one

Written and posted also in poetry site: 4 January 2010

Details | Monorhyme | |

5 W's

Who can solve Math word problems and equations? What are the simplest and best solutions? When life gets tough and you’re in great confusion, Where are your patience and determination? Why not make life so easy at state of convolution?
Written: Aug. 27,2012

Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom

The Nameless

Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.

“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow

Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.

My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.

Details | Limerick | |

Miss Priss

<                           once there was a boss we called miss priss
                             like to give orders with snap of wrist
                             file fax make coffee
                             phones radio golly
                             when not looking I blow her big hiss

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A poet strive for perfection 
Someday his work will become a worldly reflection 
Of whom he is 
With each line he procrastinate, 

With each verse, 
Reaction, pro action and anticipation 
To the point 
Of debating or reconstructing his latest 
Despite receiving favorable reviews 

Should I read it out loud? 
Or should I let it simmer 
And invited samplers to sample my work 
Too many mind and voices 
Can be influential

Unlike a Sunday buffet his poem 
Is not the main course? 

His work is his ode 
So he becomes a prolific composer. 

Author note: 
To be or not to be this is the question

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An ode to the Unsung Angels

Written on 21st April 2012
By: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(This Ode is dedicated to the Administrative professional / Executive Administrative Assistants/Secretaries.  I dedicate this  to all the unsung champions who have worked selflessly in the shadows to brighten the futures  and then silently steeped away into the twilight of their lives without a ray of expectation in any form.)celebrate 25th april 2012 ,60th anniversary.

You make yourself graciously present from the beginning or start, to align processes and routines you pour out your big heart. No words or action suffice to thank you enough, You stand by and support through thick and thin when times get real rough. Your tips, guidance opinion and advice, are of utmost importance and cannot be gauged by monetary price. You can never be thanked enough, You really help mould your superiors and aid them to take on situations that are all rough. To work without you is sure as hell, In circles of times round and round without progress will superiors dwell. To work with you is a real pleasure, Your honed competencies, skills and ways of problem solving are a treasure. You simply slice the ropes (lengthy time wasting procedures) that curtail us, You battle the winds of change and interruptions for us to be in time to catch destiny’s bus. In the hustle and bustle of daily chores and routines, You execute work with precision by all means. In stormy weather you stand by with great strength for all to see, And when the chips are down you stand tall deep rooted like a tree. Your kind heart and beautiful mind is a combination rare, Every time we saunter or amble to our cabins you are there with a smile filled with care. We really appreciate your kind and generous ways, The order you bring with your overpowering yells and disciplinary displays. You are always there to be a part of a team, And back up everything to bring about into existence everyone’s “dream”. You come to my mind when I think of sharing, You come to my mind when I think of appreciating You come to my mind when I think of giving You come to my mind when I think of forgiving On this occasion would like to thank you once more, For all the things you have done and said open hearted and galore. Thank you so much for supporting and being a beacon of light, And it’s because of people like you many Executive futures have been made bright……..

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Let compassion step up to the plate

The gospel episode of the Good Samaritan 
mirrors the soul of the person replete with compassion; 
although animosity has shaped the racial slur 
between Jews  and Samaritans ; like a clash of the titans.

That biblical motif, ‘who is my neighbor?’ makes sense,
it gives a colossal implication to everyone in quest –
in pain, in dire need to be assisted in many ways;
a call of duty with its depth of love and compassion.

The story itself is simple but concrete in action,
the powerful response that knows no second thought;
immediately, an act to the aid of someone who’s wounded –
enhances one’s sensibility and caring attitudes to many.

It’s an affirmation of ‘who am I to those who’re in need.’
like that Samaritan who never worries what’s gonna happen later;
suffused with compassion, he shows the spirit of God’s instruction,
that kind spirit in the form of religion reveals who he is to others.

Unlike those two spiritual leaders  who just walked by and ignored,
the man who’s beaten and almost dead on the side of the road;
their hypocritical pride, fear or what other people might say
truly, a strong force that in light of this gospel episode
they appear making distinction of race or current situation in turn.

In Jericho  where this incident takes place and unfolds its main point,
gives the opportunity to everyone who reflects its relevance and,
the possibility to see anew what patterns in one’s life needs a change;
either in true character or interpreting the real phenomenon before him.
It’s a challenge in depth, a kind of revelation that entails human care,
Like a person’s inward experience that flows into a sublime action;
With its working spontaneity deep within, along with inclusive application
That episode indeed, illustrates a treasure trove of human compassion.

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Law Of Reciprocity


Do You find your-self
    With-out a ladder
And just don't know
      What to do?
Try the "Law Of Reciprocity" 
Fore only good thing's come
          Back to You!
Plant your-self a Seed
And then You shall
        Have a Tree...
Just give it a little time
And soon you will have three...
Then You shall be able 
        To climb...
For the very first time...

             Poet Author
             Gary Fields

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The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.

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The Corporate Way

Give us an arm and a back if you may
We need a thousand units for the contract today
We'll pay you the money though just what you need
We'll take the rest and plant our seeds of greed
We believe in your future and security
We assume you need help through dicipline you see
We hope to make you happy with special treats and such
Although you may have some concerns,to us that don't mean much
We don't care if you're busted up,bleeding bad or dead
All we want is more production and messing with your heads
We greet you with a smile while inside laughing don't you know
We watch you come in full of life and empty when you go
We are a lifetime achievement,yeah,your body and your soul
We will not be satisfied 'till we have full control
We'll treat you all like animals if we choose to do so
We'll even invite an audience to enjoy the show
You won't get very far here except our favorite sons
We only favor dirty knees and noses,big brown ones
Now give us more production and don't give us any gup
or you'll be in deep trouble when you get written up
We just know what we are worth when all is done and said
Come and earn a happy life,heh,enjoy it when you're dead!!!

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Ranch Hand Sunset.

Upon the flushing milieu of twilight,
     Vague shadows of the ranch hands brook.

 A proud slow march on hackneyed legs,
     In the slow emergence of autumn’s dusk.

Today’s sullied labor grimes the worn denim chaps,
     In the dawn to dusk harvest of the seasons haying.

An aching exhaustion on sweat muddied faces,
     The price and the pride of the old rancher’s toils.

Barns piled high from the summers green fields,
      The homestead prepares for the silver of winter.

Lost in the muted glow of sunset’s backdrop,
     The prairie echoes thanks with a soft cowboy song. 

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There is a time for everything we are told, a time to enjoy, work and then grow old. As a season comes and goes, time moves through our lives as quickly as a wind that blows. For every day that we are given, there is a time for things that must be striven. For work that must be done, there is little time for things that are fun. Time can be a friend indeed, but only when we seek someone in need. Our time on earth is to be spent, doing things that are meant. When our time is finally at an end, then it will be determined how much we have sinned. The time in this life that we have spent, will determine where it is we are to be sent.

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Purpose we are on earth

We are on earth to know To love Eternal God To do good according to His will And to go someday in heaven Human being means to come from Eternal God To go back to Eternal God The Truth is Our origins goes back farther than our parents Our parents are Eternal God’s tool For us to be on earth Sometimes we feel our Creator is near Sometimes we feel nothing at all So that we might find the way home Eternal God sent His Eternal Son Who freed us from sin Save us from the Eternal Father’s world destruction Eternal God, wanted to destroy the world Depressed People He created were sinning Eternal Son stopped Him Eternal Father is Yahweh Means “I AM” Eternal Son is Jesus Christ He is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church We call Catholic priest, father Represent Father Christ He is the Highest Priest The Eternal Father is in Him Jesus Christ is Father Christ He is the way The Truth The Life 4092013

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The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.

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Twelve Seconds

<                    Once was a bartender named Louie
                      Thought my tales story was quite screwy                                     
                      Asked how many seconds
                      Was in year he reckons
                      Twelve shouted out by cousin dewey

Entry For
Confession To A Bartender


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Rowdy Racecar

Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume 
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans

Blooming havoc…
Explosions avalanche downwards 
Racecar drives fast and furiously 
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss  

Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!

Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins 
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction 
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!

Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!! 
The moment is ever so precious!

Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??

Details | Couplet | |

bucket list of wants

Tons more I wish to do, Much more I want to do, Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue, Much more I wish to do………. I want to scale scary heights, I want to bungee jump without any fright. I want to travel rough terrains on bikes, I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes. I want to wander singing songs, I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs. I want to be creative again , I want to write about my joys thrills and pain. I want to pour my heart and passion in my works, I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks. I want to take many a calculated risks, I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks. I want to contribute for a good cause, I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross. I want to untangle messed up issues, I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues. I want to work on taboo subjects, I want to solve regression of y on x. I want to listen to my music loud, I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd. I want to sow seeds and many a plant, I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant. I want to drench in the rains, I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains. I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth, And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth. I want to boldly write about myself only for me, I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see. I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me, I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee. I want to be happy about just any small thing, And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring. Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre, I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire…. All this I want to do very soon, Before sets into me dreaded gloom. But the life I live is taking its toll, I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole. Time is just right to set aside, And take a ride Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow, And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago. Now I don’t want a moment long, And I will do what I want and sing my own song, And do what in me I let grow, Many, many years ago.
by: Sashi.Prabhu

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There is no comfort in the dark
So look to the sky and wait for a spark

Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman

Details | Light Poetry | |

Spirit Of The Unicorn and The One

This poem is dedicated to PD on her birthday October 7th…
Unicorns are magical and no one but the one chosen may ride them…
And you must be magical, too. So PD I have arranged this just for you.
If you feel the rhythm you will feel the ride.

The one accepts the unicorn and the unicorn accepts the one.
No one rides a unicorn… It’s a dance in poise and symmetry as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The power is felt in the movement as the unicorn stretches out its gate.
The muscles move beneath the one with power awaiting to escape.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The fluidity of the gate is matched by the fluidity of the one.
The nostrils flair in both… The dance has just begun…
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
If they do not work together… They will not work at all.
The unicorns’ mane like the ones’, is held tight in the flowing winds thrall.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
With each step they take… A balance must be struck.
For every step they take… Their intent must be as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The spirit of the unicorn must merge with the spirit of the one.
Together they merge in a symbiotic relationship as old as the unicorn.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
Feel the movement… Feel the power… Feel each muscle as it moves.
Feel each breeze unfold… Feel your hearts and souls as they meld as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
Point to counter point… The one doesn’t own the unicorn or the unicorn the one.
What looks so easy is not a simple thing as they travel forth as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The connection is tightly woven. This spirit of Unicorn and one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
And with each ride together they will meld again as one…
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
Now don’t be frightened, as this world you begin to escape.
For the unicorn is unfurling its wings and with the one is about to soar…
Swish, Swish… Swish, Swish
Just lean across its neck, and stare up at the skies…
For the stars shall be your present tonight… On such a beautiful night…
Swish, Swish… Swish, Swish

CSEastman (Carol Eastman)

Details | Lyric | |

her toys are his

He lurks in the evening 
his black polished car 
the driver can say nothing 
he knows this and goes far 
into the very world 
he is so against 
he calls her up at night 
and pays with our expense 
she comes with a bag of toys 
reserved only for the players 
only for the ones 
who can afford to pay her 
and when the morning comes 
his sloppy body lies in a stale sheet 
of the night before
he does this every week 
and everything is free 
because he has a pen 
in which he writes it off 
again at our expense 
a hotel stay for business 
is a night of pleasure 
when you are the one 
people call the governor.

Details | Epic | |

Patradoot or The Messenger 1 Many

Patradoot or The Messenger  1/Many

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor

I am in meditation for the same God,

Whom you also pray, praise and meditate,

You who is born from my hand and pen,

Have a better destiny than your originator.


Kanpur India  9th May 2010		to continue in 02/Many

Note: The entire poetry work  created by my father 
is addressed to a Letter.

Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.

Main  Bhi Dhyata,  Usi Murti Ka

Tu Bhi Dhyan Lagata  Hai,

Mere  Kar Se Janmaa Tu,

Mujhse Saubhagya, Bada Tera Hai.

Original work in Hindi written by my late father Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
way back in 1932.

English version is more than the exact translation of my 
father’s Patradoot or the Messenger.

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

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The Heart Dances

It dances in rhythm
While you play, work or sleep
To the commotion of day and night rhythms
Sometimes in giant leaps
Other times in gentle beats.

It dances in the spring
While you play, work or sleep
In the waltz of romanticism
Where everything is new
With the colors of youth.

It dances in the summer
While you play, work or sleep
In the calypso of folklore fun
Where families gather
Relishing the warmth engendered.

It dances in the autumn
While you play, work or sleep
In the gratitude for the harvest
Where all can be truly fed
After the planting of dreams, through tears and sweat.

It dances in the winter
While you play, work or sleep
Not affected by the outer elements
For the warmth has found its place in
And peace has come to reign within.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 07.29.10

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gold medal

stand on the podium
stand up for the crowd
you gold medal coffee maker
you champion toll collector
you safety food inspector

take a bow and wave to the people
you road-line painter
you lifetime dishwasher
the national anthem plays a
glory hallelujah salute to you

you topflight tire changer
pump me up! fire ranger,
you game changer with 
a new world record
you photo-finish fish filleter
scaling new heights of

perfection, golden dusted
we salute and applaude you
sausage cooker, with mustard
you gold medal floured
over-night baker

you water quality tester
we know you do your best or
why else would we be standing
here now, drinkin' you in

all smiles and elation
our hometown creation
damn! we love you!
we cheer you, we pay homage
you achieve your promise

like sports men and women
who run like a train
who rise with the sun 
again, and again, and again
to test themselves 

to challange their body
the mettle of their soul
we exalt, we extol, 
we give a bouquet,
to those who excel and
grab gold medal victory
from the jaws of today

© Goode Guy 2012-08-06

a bit late in posting I'm afraid...

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What Choice

Adventures and Allegories 
Angst and Animals
Anniversary Art 
And African Brothers 

Businesses and Caregiving
Childhood and Internet
Confused Cowboys 
And Daughters Death 

Dedication and Depression 
Devotion and Education 
Epic Faith 
And Family Fantasy 

Fathers and Food
For Children and Forgiveness 
Friendship's Funny 
And Girlfriend's Happiness

Health and History 
Holiday and Hope
Husbands Imagination 
And Inspirational Introspection 

Life and Loss 
Lost Love and Love
Mothers Music 
And Mysterious Native Americans

Natural Disasters and Nature
Nostalgia and On Work and Working 
On Writing with Words  
And Parody Passions 

Peace and People 
Pets and Philosophy 
Places Political 
And Recovery From... Sadness

Satire and School 
Science and Science Fiction 
Seas and Seasons 
And Sister Socialism 

Son and Song 
Sorry and Space
Sporting Sympathy 
And Teenage Thank Yous

Time and Uplifting 
Urban and Visionary 
Wars and Weddings 
And Wives who Work 

All these choices  
And I had a block?
Thank you dear soup 
For the key to the lock

There's something to be seen
We are jailed by the list 
Fifteen more 
Or so that you've missed

Writing is freedom
Make Other a choice
Stop choosing for us
And give me a voice 

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It's 5 o'clock somewhere

You wake before dawn
The daily routine
Making you forlorn
Struggle through each day
To pay the bills
Its the daily grind
That tests your will
Security in your life
You defend
What is the purpose in the end
The only consolation is the end of each week
So desired 
No reason to speak
Think It
Dare say
Your almost there
Know this my friend,
It's 5 o'clock somewhere!

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Passages song contest

I have taken many passages on this journey called life,
They have lead me to gardens infected with pain hurt and strife,
I have walked down roads of roses paved with bitter thorns,
All to find out those temporary releases leave so many torn.

What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but loses his infinite soul,
What is the point of owning everything when in the end our hearts are not whole,
Why do we work so hard for material gain yet neglect whose up above,
Many are superficial flowers, blowing in the wind, knowing nothing of true love.

I have run down dirt roads at night in the pouring rain,
Thinking this void would be complete if I could just whisper your sweet name,
I have cut through channels and canals just to get to your old home,
In all my efforts I have found myself left rejected and alone.

What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but loses his infinite soul,
What is the point of owning everything when in the end our hearts are not whole,
Why do we work so hard for material gain yet neglect whose up above,
Many are superficial flowers, blowing in the wind, knowing nothing of true love.

Now I see before my very eyes the path that is actually straight,
The only one that leads me to eternal golden gates,
For the time I’ve wasted chasing dreams and idols in despair,
Left me with a burden that no one in this world could bare.

So I’ll lose the world to gain my soul,
And have my heart completely whole,
While opening my eyes to whats above,
embracing all his unconditional love,
And I'll smile when I see those gates,
The sweetest treasure I'll anticipate,
Since all we are is passing through,
I'll keep passing on until I reach what is true.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: song Passages
I would want Lauren Hill to sing this song

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Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...

Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.

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A mama's job is so hard her work is never done.
She works from dusk til dawn and she never has no fun.

Doing laundry,washing dishes,sweep and mopping floors.
Making beds,cooking and sewing clothes that kids have tore.

Our mama's work is so hard she's always doing for us.
Taking her kids where they need to go her car is like a bus.

When it's bedtime and mom has tucked us all in.
She pours her glass of wine and says tomorrow it starts again.
                                       Teresa Skyles

Please let me enter this one Carolyn cause a mama's job is the hardest.

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more than just a face behind the counter

we're more than just a face behind the counter who says "can i help you please?" 
and our vocabulary is not just limited to "do you want fries or extra cheese?"
we're mothers, fathers, daughters and sons
and we deserve just as much respect as anyone

we stand on our feet all day and many times all night
yet the low pay and lack of benefits we receive just does not seem right
we have bills too, we go to school and we take care of our families
yet many people think we're just unambitious and lack creativity

we're not asking for a lot we just want some benefits and a living wage
but it's disheartening that people can't seem to comprehend why we are outraged
so today we stand united, organized and ready to fight
for healthcare, benefits, a sustainable wage and basic workers rights

for we are more than just a face behind the counter 
we're the fast food workers with a mission this day
standing strong, going long in solidarity 
under the union banner of 32BJ  

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Poetic Toxins

I write what I know, and know what I write.
I travel through time, every rhyme with might.
Ruminating the past; its wrongs and its rights.
Any time of the day, and any darkness of night.

I pen history and its future, as small as it seems,
Inking a mission, my pen shadows my dreams.
I engrave bits of pain, through every extreme.
Inscribing a passion, my script and its regime.

My pen is much mightier, than an army indeed,
it slashes its victims with a whimsical need.
It destroys its targets, planting a poetic seed.
It preys on cruelty, and the abusive it feeds.

Feeding a toxic dose, of words and rhymes,
serving a deadly concoction of ink in time.
For the tongue is more lethal in words of rhyme,
the triumphant work of a poet; yours and mine.

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Our secret pact

 Written on 7th may 2012

The three of us, I don’t recall the time,
when we first met I shared all secrets of mine.

One of them I realized began to befriend me about an eon ago,
the other one I recall was with me since puberty, constantly seeking a glow.

The three of us made a pact for me to move on
but now it is only me and the two of them gone…………..

One was the inner me
and the other was the man in my mirror I envied to be.

But now it is three woven into one
and it is the new me.

As we draw our pact now and here
Would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear.

Would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest,
And give the people around me nothing but the best.

Would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations,
and work hard towards mending broken relations.

Would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear,
And take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear.

Would love to make an effort to be a good friend,
To my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end.

Would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving,
And spend more time in loving.

Would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous,
And speak only the truth and for that be courageous.

Would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly,
And cover them all with feelings that are friendly.

Would love to learn to be sensitive,
And towards others be open and receptive.

Would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me,
And be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see.

Would love to learn to be content about all I have received,
And focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived.

Would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees,
And  work to help out for carbon emission decrease.

Would love to learn to be forgiving,
And be more tolerant and caring.

Would love to right some of my wrongs,
And be true to myself and hum joyous songs.

And finally, would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude,
And to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.

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Birthday Celebration

A birthday is a celebration of years past
A celebration of another year being you
A celebration of the person we want to last
A celebration of the things to come a new

I can celebrate just meeting you
I can celebrate that captivating smile
I can celebrate the thought of the future too
I can celebrate just thinking of you for a while.

Do take the day celebrating the person you are
Don’t work at home, cleaning, or folding
Don’t cook dinner or work in the yard
Do have fun with your family and watch what God is molding.

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I failed to comment
on wonderful poems,
but they deserved a response
from me with many wishes sent!

I apologize with a sorry heart
for the hesitation and delay on my part,
nothing pleases me more than reading a fine poem
that can inspire, comfort and cheer up someone in a cold home!

I will make this solemn promise:
to review and comment on all, if time allowed; and if others
took their valuable time to review mine, I would review theirs, too...
to make our bond stronger: to understand each other as friends do!

I'm starting today as the Christmas' Spirit kicks in and the peddlers croon a lot;
I'll respond even after a hard day's work wearing these reading glasses fogging up
when heat arises to make them worse than theye be confident that you'll hear
from me soon, and please accept my apologies for my tardiness with a loud Holiday cheer!

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Parents are very fierce on expectations by holding the rod....
they mean well, but they crush or ignore their teens' wishes;
not all are meant for professional careers, others choose trades
to express themselves in the best ways they know how.

My dad wanted me to be an aircraft engineer, 
but I rebelled and chose a writing career;
I disappointed him a lot by disobeying...
but as much as I love airplanes, I prefer writing.  

I envision those airplanes as thoughts traveling through space on floating clouds,
and they are lovely the fearless birds flying past the hazy horizon;
I wonder how any pilot finds the courage to fly them without looking down...
I peaked through that window: all I saw was a blue Earth with majestic mountains. 

Being a writer is not a guaranteed profession, or a tale from rags to riches...
its the happiest one, but it's full of personal satisfaction and self esteem;
there's none like it, and on that expectation, I've built my childhood long dream,
but the biggest thrill of all is to see your words translated in many languages. 

Sadly, my dad passed away and his bitterness I recall with pain;
it wasn't an act of disobedience, but a matter of choice, or even worthiness,
and the choice of one's heart always seems to be the right one!
Can anyone among you see my refusal as betrayal, or a desire for greatness?

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From her Cocoon

She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form.
All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn.
Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep.
Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap.
Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work…
She can’t wait to discuss the results back and forth.
She’ll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme.
This poem is the result of a days’ insightful dream. 

She’s a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon.
But she’s safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon.
There are always those admirers awaiting her final results.
Like a butterfly’s wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth.
She helps others understand… they’re not alone…any more…
With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart.
Then she’ll hide away back in her cocoon till when…
She’ll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again.


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Loving Duty Reveals Beauty

If your working is not systematic
You may find life damn difficult
As negative will be the result
Great success, you can't pick

Please attend to work judiciously
And take efforts to attain victory
Regard loss as a guiding injury
Never do your duty suspiciously

Plan your duty and finely execute
Learn the trade with great interest
All your skills, you wisely invest
Prove to all that you are very cute

Take up a job and well-perform it
Use maximum prudence wisely
Discharge your duty very nicely
Develop a hard-working habit

Learn the intricacies of your trade
And become an expert in work
Your duty, never at all shirk
Try to register greatly A-grade

Those tasks that are damn tough
May confuse your mind severely
But, you can master them surely
Just sheer hard-work is enough

A shrewd person never is worried
As he is sure of his toiling truly
He regards doing duty as holy
He never waits for luck's need

He will work showing real enthusiasm
His heart will have a positive outlook
All opportunities, he will wisely book
By exhibiting maximum dynamism

With grit, he will chase to at last win
His motto is to try and use the chance
He will enthusiastically start the dawns
With optimism, he will hopefully begin

He will make his level best attempt
And lose not heart in case of defeat
He is honest, tidy, brainy and neat
His mind, worries can never tempt.


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No Title

My bed is anxious,waiting for my snores Today's going to bed, tomorrow's a few steps ahead I wonder why I took "the" pen I feel like putting them down What? My thoughts What am I inking? Nothing! Exactly! Just wanna scratch my itchy paper with my juicy ink Singers? Go sing... Comedians? Go do comedy... Others? What's your "itchy paper?" Have you applied your "ink?" Be good at what you do Love what you do Practice... Go scratch it!

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People work, and may work differently
Temporarily or may work permanently 
People may work together in different positions
Some have this job some have that occupations 
People work for so many employers 
Employers always look for the customers
Small or big work is work all the way 
Earning to the living all the way 
Working for the money 
Spending all the money 
Or saving all the money 
Or spending, saving and donating 
Work with a mission is of complementing 
Everybody have the same colour blood 
So no one can become superior by work
So work is work, neither big nor small 
  This is the dignity of the job for all   

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Work Place Promotion

To be a supervisor
this you need to know.

It’s quite easy really
any elementary person
can become a leader, 
but most important, 
can a leader become
an elementary person?

Therefore never forget 
one’s own roots, those foundations
of an upbringing of moral substance,
one of basic humanity
and esteem,
where right is right
and wrong disciplined.

Remember to manage,
everyone as equal
as we are all
in the eyes of God!


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US Under Alien Stars

Here's to all that put up a good fight. A tough battle of day, so we can all safely sleep  tonight.

Our brother troops on a foreign ground, wide awake with evil all around. 

Outcasts in a bleak lifeless place. Any free time, just trying to picture your face. 

Day falls away, and out comes glimmering stars. Not much else to see here, but broken walls and burned up cars. 

Within many U.S. troops, thrives a common hope. To defeat these psycho groups, is what we all mainly scope. 

Day by day, days drag on. More time here and more friends gone. 

Many wish on these stars in the sky. A common wish to finally say goodbye! 

Some time from now and not too long, mission complete and soon to sing the song. 

These years have come and past. We all have grown very strong, and the bond will always last. 

Next up coming, will be our ride back home. Back with our family and freedom to roam.

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On the move exquisite
Best moves for the pride
All people will admire 
Meeting poor with oblige
A great man's ride

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OF WORDS..........

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The Wonderful Lens

A number of tasks to handle,
and not even a space left to enjoy,
as the work needs to be completed,
as fast as it can be done,
in spite of the hard work,
we do daily,
we do need some respite, 
and these could be done,
in a number of ways,
by walking,
or jogging
or by watching television,
or by watching films,
in the multiplexes,
those which lie in every nook and corner of the street,
but some derive pleasure,
through travelling, 
others by travelling through the forests,
accompanied by a special companion,
some large and some small,
known as the camera,
taking a step at a time,
as silently as possible,
as to not to wake up the wild living in here,
by capturing the photos of these lovely creatures,
living in here,
some of the these wonderful creatures are seen,
roaming as freely as possible in the wild,
look how carefree they are,
but their ears are opened quite wide,
to heed for any danger,
heading their way,
it’s time for me to return home,
from the wild,
as it is time for me to deliver,
these photos to my manager,
as this has been my job,
for which I do get paid for,
to look after my family,
I do need to hurry,
as I do not travel by four wheelers,
or two wheelers,
as the pollution created by these,
could endanger the wild living in here,
I do travel far and wide,
with my bicycle,
for all the work I do, 
and I do not mind this,
as my love for the wild,
exceeds boundaries forever!!

From:-Mr. Manu Nair.

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Do You Get Involved With Gossip And Slander

Do You Often Get Involved In Gossip And Slander?

Do you find yourself letting your tongue “wander.”
And often, get involved in gossip and slander?

Do you find yourself wanting to hear “the latest conversation.”
By what others are saying, or just by “observation?”

Do you find yourself trying to “mediate other’s discussions?”
Not really thinking of the consequences or “repercussions?

Before you speak, think about what you’re saying!
Perhaps you should be quiet and start some PRAYING!

There’s a lot of sin in this world and 
“people not getting along.”
We must be careful and not put our tongue 
“where it doesn’t belong!”

God gave us a command and you can find it in his word.
Any kind of gossip or slander shouldn’t be found or heard!

I have found myself guilty of doing this more than I realize...
I need to be careful not to get caught
“in distortion and lies.”

I need to ask the Holy Spirit to watch my mouth and “cover it.”
May the love and sweetness of Christ daily “empower it!”

May I seek the best no matter whatever others are doing!
May the words of God strengthen me with a “HIS  renewing!”

May the Lord Jesus begin to teach me how to speak…
Wholesome and lovely words each day of the week!

May the joy of Jesus in my heart be daily found…
So that his words of life through
 my lips will abound!

By Jim Pemberton

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Job Search..A job by itself ?

Out of university and I step in to a world of reality...
Job hunt and job search send me to insanity ...
Will I ever find one ? when,where and how
Will the lord above just tell me now!

My eyes long to see the post man.
Ears long for the telephone ring...
When will some one ever call me ?
My heart and soul sing...

Weeks, months..years pass by ...
Times flies,but no reply...
Frustration makes me rude and sly
With shame and anger,I cry!.

One day I meet an old pal at the bus stop..
Hey,I call out to him..where you going friend .?I ask..
Out to work says he...where and what work I wonder ?
JOBSEARCH! he says...Is'nt it a job all by itself...he winks!

Then comes an interview usual I expect rejection..
At the interview they ask ...previous job experience ?
JOBSEARCH ! from pillar to post. I exclaim...without hesitation.
They say...bold and confident youth our selection.!

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Potency and Strength - Part 4

We are all born the same.
What makes us different is the path we chose to tread on. 
We are all far from being perfect, none of us are the same. 
What makes us different, is,
who is less further from perfection than the other.

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Sometimes when things begin to close in,
I'd like to sit down and chill out,
Find someplace to just get away,
And refigure what life's all about.

Sometimes it seems life's too full of demands,
My talents are spread way too thin.
There aren't enough hours to be found found in one day,
My duties begin but don't end.

Life cannot be just all work and no play,
Our youth is gone way too soon.
Think I'll start chilln' out before it's too late,
Learn to sing me a brand new tune.

It's good to know duty and good to know fun,
And when each begins and when ends.
One must learn life is filled with both duty and fun.
Learn to organize so it all blends.

                                                            Judy Ball

If you burn the candle at both ends you run out of candle too fast.

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Life is a choice that each of us makes.
We can choose what we wish to be.
At first parents guide us along an old road,
Then it forks and at last we are free,

To make our own choices and be our own man,
The decision at last is our own.
As long as we hurt no one but ourselves,
We can do as we like 'cause we're grown;

But soon we will learn to our shock and dismay,
That each choice we make has a price.
Whate'er you dish out to your brothers, my friend,
Comes right back to you times thrice.

In nature God shows us all how to get by.
Those who work and store up have it best.
Those who can't be bothered to work and to save,
Will starve come the hard Winter's test;

For life is a journey of good times and bad.
There's much to be learned 'long the road.
Each man is blessed according to plan,
And we each must carry our load.

We learn to be patient, we learn to be kind,
We learn to accept God's will.
We learn to discern which fork in the road,
Leads to life and which fork will kill;

And finally we learn the one fact of life,
Most important if we are to live.
All of life's riches will all slip away,
Like sand through the holes in a sieve.

All thaat remains is what we leave behind,
Who remembers and what they will think.
Will our mem'ry be sweet to family and friends,
Or will they turn away 'cause it stinks.

                                                          Judy Ball

The Bible tells us:
You reap what ever you sow.
So if you sow thorns and thistles don't expect to get cherries.

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Namaste namasti

Teaching what I learnt
From heroes and 
The known and 
I owe each each of you 
Which I know are not 

Namaste my gems-
Smashing spread and 
light my pen.
Shalom to you all.

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Making It Great In 2008 (part7) :Let Your Towel of Service be the Weight

it was a momentous occasion at the Lord's last meal
time for Jesus to tell His Disciples what is the real deal
the tension was thick about the table, anticipation was in the air
Jesus to reveal to His men the cross they must learn to bear
they had witnessed His power, His divine authority they had seen
time for a major announcement and all wondered what it would glean
and after all the sacrifices and after all the concessions
Jesus picks up a simple towel and then makes this confession
today I have washed your feet so you may become a part of Me
yet even though I have served you this way, 
there's one here who can't claim the victory
you might not understand My words 
nor why this task I did undertake
but to be a true disciple of God
you must let your towel of service be the weight

to be a servant to God is the first thing you must learn to do
to be humble and submissive to the One who created you
Jesus humbled Himself in the presence of His most devoted students
a lesson in life to be learned that He felt was most prudent
for in order to be a leader you must learn how to be lead
to remember from where you come from and not to develop a swelled head

the towel is the true tool in the art of being a servant
to follow your master and in life learn to be observant
to walk in the footsteps of our Lord Jesus Christ
to take up a towel and then bow down in sacrifice

you can't be focused nor consumed with attaining a title or a position
for that is not what God had in mind when He sent forth the Great Commission
you can't be so concerned about receiving some status or some rank
it's about serving God, making disciples and then giving Him all the thanks
God gave each of us a special gift that we need to utilize
a towel of service that will help us attain our eternal prize

so take up your towel of service and then go take your place
a true servant of the Master waiting on His mercy and grace
let your towel be your testimony, let your towel talk the talk
let your towel be of service and in the Spirit walk the walk
it's not about money or prestige nor fortune nor fame
it's about your towel of service and the victory you will claim
let your towel be the weight and let it be your life's resume
let it be your badge and the banner that you wear each and every day
let your towel be your emblem, let your towel of service be the weight
let it be your medal of faith in making 2008 great

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Sunrise and Sunset contest

                                 Driving to work on a spring day,
A masterpiece is painted with a tint of sun ray,
    On the parkway, going fast
              Colors from heaven I seem to pass,
Yellows and blues bring joy I cannot refuse,
Oranges and white, make my travels bright,
     I can taste the beginning of the dawn,
           Knowing there’s purpose for all that have been born,
Fire ignites while the world arises,
Preparing me for the days surprises,
Refreshed and awaken,
By the glory that I see,
Each layer of color
Whispers to me,
Senses are keen,
As the sky glistens and gleans,
Just another reminder that we were not made to be machines.
                        Driving home from work on a spring night,
Overwhelmed by an artist’s delight,
On the parkway, going fast
      When suddenly my heart can barely grasp,
                 Colors from God that seem to consume,
Any trace of my day that brought me gloom,
Penetrating purples, pinks and reds,
Peirce my soul, as my eyes are fed,
            If angels were finger painting,
                        The sky would be their canvas,
A gift from the divine to remind us of his bliss,
Cherry blossoms reflect the evening sky,
         As the long day says its goodbyes,
         The darkest blues of the deepest sea,
          Gently remind me that I am free.

By: Sabina Nicole

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Never Say Die

I've thought about giving up. I thought life was just too hard.
Would you quit a high money game, just because you were dealt bad cards?
If you fell off a horse, would you think you were done and just start walking by it's side?
Would you cry and pout or get back up? Get on that horse and ride?
You may not succeed the first try, but there's always another chance.
In life, in sports, in playing games, and even in romance.
Practice makes perfect with everything in life. Work always comes along with it.
You may get frustrated but never give up. Champions would never quit it.
Do you think Michael Jordan just grabbed a ball and dunked it on his first try?
Or did he play again and again? Now it seems like he can fly.
Some are born with greatness. Others work and work to achieve.
You can do anything you want in life. All you have to do is believe!

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Want to do

Written on: 7th September 2012.
Written by: Sashi.Prabhu (Zeauoxian)

Tons more I wish to do, Much more I want to do, Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue, Much more I wish to do………. I want to scale scary heights, I want to bungee jump without any fright. I want to travel rough terrains on bikes, I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes. I want to wander singing songs, I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs. I want to be creative again , I want to write about my joys thrills and pain. I want to pour my heart and passion in my works, I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks. I want to take many a calculated risks, I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks. I want to contribute for a good cause, I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross. I want to untangle messed up issues, I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues. I want to work on taboo subjects, I want to solve regression of y on x. I want to listen to my music loud, I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd. I want to sow seeds and many a plant, I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant. I want to drench in the rains, I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains. I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth, And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth. I want to boldly write about myself only for me, I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see. I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me, I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee. I want to be happy about just any small thing, And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring. Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre, I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire…. All this I want to do very soon, Before sets into me dreaded gloom. But the life I live is taking its toll, I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole. Time is just right to set aside, And take a ride Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow, And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago. Now I don’t want a moment long, And I will do what I want and sing my own song, And do what in me I let grow, Many, many years ago.

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More Than We Can Ask or Think (Ephesians 3:20)

We ask for mediocrity

As far as blessings

From the Father

He wants to give us

Really large things

We have a limited

Thought capacity

So we continue

To ask for less

And God wants

To give us more.

The scripture states

In Ephesians 3:20,

"Now to Him who is able,

To do exceedingly abundantly,

Above all that we ask or think,

According to the power

That works in us,"

See in Him we must

Fully trust and

We also must

Allow His power

To work in us

And we will see

The results.

We ask God

For cars, money,

Good grades,

But He not only

Wants to have

That He wants

His work to come

Out of you

And you'll be

Amazed of

What He has

For you.Things

That you never

Thought You

Could  have or

Be able to do

Will occur for

Your good work

That He placed

In you. You must

Believe that you

Have the power

That He gave

All of His true

Children in order

To enjoy the

True multi-millions

Of things He has

In store or possibly

Even more.

Be careful what

You pray for

You might just

Get it. Pray

Instead for God's

Best, because

Our mental capacity

Is limited. Keep

On living, working,

And believing in

God. You ain't seen

Nothing yet.

You may ask for

Something little

And in a wink

He'll bless you

With more than

We can ask or think.


wrote 11-8-10

"Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, 
according to the power that works in us," Ephesians 3:20

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Fire Fighter

A FIRE FIGHTER… We get the call in the middle of the night, Out the door ready to fight. The call comes in, with much depth, Behind the wheel someone slept. Across the lane and head on Arrive on scene the drivers gone. In the other car there is A mother, and her 2 kids. It’s too late we hear the ambos say The mothers gone the fathers away The kids are hurt but not too bad, But news we bring is too sad Return to our lives the next day, For those kids we all will pray. Talking to a friend that night, How do you do it, without fight? It’s the job we say but is that true Is just about the job for me and you? We are fire fighters yes Trying all the time to do our best We love our job, the friends we’ve made But we also love the lives we save.

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I Have Autism 3: Still Human

Having autism has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to every boy, girl, man, and woman, especially that of a three-year-old. It has made a positive impact on people who'd been born with or had been diagnosed with autism since day one. Being autistic means accepting for who he and/or she really is, especially when he or she's around a bunch of open-minded people. What everyone, including me, also learned about having autism is when we're living in our own worlds and the real world at the same time. Children, teens, and adults with autism can function in the real world, even in public places, especially when they're going to school or work. What I also learned is that people can go after their dreams like being a politician, a lawyer, or whatever, even if he and/or she has autism. God has made us the way we are, and I think that having autism has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to all of us, even when I was three years old. It doesn't matter if he and or she has either autism, autism spectrum disorder, or Asperger's Syndrome, we're all still human. The whole world should know that being an autistic human being is great and no one should judge us just because we, as humans, have autism, autism spectrum disorder, or Asperger's Syndrome. The fact that day in and day out, for the past few years, people with autism, including me, have proven the board of education and those nay-Sayers wrong, even in the classrooms in all of the schools nationwide. Nothing could bring us down. Even though we have autism, we're still His children. The parents should be proud of the fact that they've raised us well, even if we have autism or any other disability. There's also a good chance of people getting into serious relationships and getting married, regardless of one person having autism. And if all of the friends and families have accepted them for who they really are, other people should be more accepting, too. I have autism, mild MR (mental retardation), and OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) and I'm also proud of the fact that I'm still human.

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My happy mood

I have no cause for alarm
'cause I have nobody to harm
Nor have I harmed anyone and would revenge.
I'm happy 'cause I have no lurk to avenge.

I feels so amazed...
For my dad and mum have said
'Yes' to my Maze and wisdom.
I'm happy they're ready to pole my kingdom.

I am happy 'cause my fists are warm,
My mind is pure and my arm 
Is willing to hug my ally
And feelings to make my foes smile.

By: Abdulhafeez Oyewole

30th March, 2013. 

Donald Williams' 
"What is your primary 
emotion today" Contest.

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Homai Vyarawalla

Where art thou now, woman with flashing light,
like fingers of God freezing time and men,
in black and white. Thou art not here,
but thou art here forever like death could not
pinch thee away from my eyes
nor hide thee beyond the chronicle of Mumbai.
Many will rest but thou will not, thou weary soul.
I saw thy work hanging like the lynched Messiah,
and saw the truth; life has no voice to speak thy praise,
but death … thy worship raised, like Lazarus from the grave.

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To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be.
They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules.
Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones.
Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one.
And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree.
How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!!
And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity?
Then they want a special comment added in the poem…
I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own.
But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want.
Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want.
I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein.
But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim.
Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win.
But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile…
I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :)

(Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.

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Thoughts of A Song Writer

From my thoughts on the paper in which it lies, 
My everlasting passion is inked as it dries.
The way I feel inside, you might want to spy,
But if you pry, how will my lyrics surprise?
A song for thought will only leave a thought.
May sound difficult, but that’s just how I talk.
I was lost, but I found me.
Dreaming and believing that writing was my key.
The way it flows and the way that it goes pumps me to speak
the very thoughts that many minds chose to keep.
Many rocks I’ve kicked and many decisions I’ve made.
Any wrongs I take the blame.
Tic-tac-toe is only a game.
I plagiarize your eyes with the notes that I’ve taken,
A high note here and a low note there-
You’d swear I’m in your head when my song hits your ear.
Pain recognizes pain
And I’ve have my share of bandages.
 My vibes from life heals the permanent damages.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
Reaches farther beyond the beat,
Over the lyrics on the sheet,
Not only is it about the speech,
 But more of what the message seeks.
True enough a theme is touched and a heart is rushed.
With the mind-throbbing picture disappearing 
Through the ink of my pen and revealed through your lens,
You can’t hear me, but do you feel me?
I cherish my talent and where it could possibly sweep me.
My doubts and my worries are beneath me.
I love for brighter days and pray for more things to pave.
Call my life my number because its infinite.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
My mentality drips it.

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We are all a work in Progress

We are all a work in progress

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Monday, August 1, 2011

We are all a work in progress

And we should never 
allow ourselves 
to think anything less

No matter what we must face
because there is always room 
for improvements
for each and everyone of us

And sure we will go through 
highs and 
lows and quite a few failures

And even some ups and downs
before we can see any progress

But through our labors and our 
efforts we will be rewarded
and ultimately achieve success

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At eighty he is still a coolie
toiling in paddy lea;
reaping pods and
heaping the seeds.

His sagged muscles working
in wonted harmony
But his brain tired of thought;
of his son who died as a sot; or
of his daughter widowed at twenty past
or his wife pulling weeds at another spot.

He has to carry on this moil; I thought
till death to retain his breath.

Looking at his pitiable plight
a wicked feeling swept my heart.
How great we're in contrast;
honourable servants of the State.

We retire at sixty, in peace.
Take home a lump sum of grant, apiece.
Also a pension for monthly use.
Last but not the least
a T.V and a chair to ease.

All this at what a simple price.
For sleeping forty years in office! ! !

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Friendship 101

Friendship is the state of both people being the best of friends. Friendship also means      that one person is to protect the another person (man and/or woman) from all kinds of danger, even being taken advantage of. There's always a difference between two people being just friends and both best friends (a boy and a girl) falling in love with each other, especially when they've known each other since they were babies or elementary school. Building friendships mean that he and/or she has built the bridges that will never break  or burn unless they'd betrayed each other by having affairs with their boyfriends/girlfriends, selling them out to the the wrong crowd (including the devil), and that kind of stuff. It seems that without each other, they're nothing. Both people, including those from either elementary school, middle school, high school, or college really need each other, especially when they will have found out that their spouses or lovers have been cheating on them with somebody else. The greatest thing everybody should learn about friendships is that all friends are there for each other every single day. And the other greatest thing about friendships is that they've got each others' backs, especially when they're falling on hard times like facing reality, dealing with being decades old, that kind of stuff. Let's hope that all friendships don't end in pain, sadness, and suffering. And if these people continue to stay the best of friends for years and years, even through out all of the school reunions, things will always be the same. I hope all friendships stay stronger than ever forever.

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Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...

You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 

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My dad always told me,
Your attitude determines your altitude,
How high will you go?
My answer then was I don’t know.

My mom always stated,
Do your best and the rest will be handled,
And don’t let people burn you like a candle.
Those statements were a hard pill to swallow.
Especially when our day to day lives often
Cause us to encounter beings whose hearts are hollow.

Whether it is positive or negative,
Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.

My mom and dad were right.
Just because someone may deliberately hurt you,
You can’t always come back with a fight.
That person may be doing that in spite,
Because they wish they were you,
And to himself, he is being untrue.

Now I know where I’m going,
To altitudes of extreme positive magnitudes,
To places I have never seen,
And doing things that I never dreamed,
That I would do.

It’s not easy to let go of things of the past.
That may have shifted you to a magnitude of negative.
You have to add that the situation did not cause death.
Let it go, in other words, subtract it, and it will be handled
So you will not be burned like a candle.

Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.

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My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 

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Living In The City

We take care of the tenants in the buildings where we work everyday
but the owners can't seem to comprehend that we don't make enough pay
as porters, handymen, supers and those who man the front doors
we're just trying to survive in a city which we can no longer afford

We mop their floors, walk their dogs and taxis for them we procure
we fix their sinks, deal with their trash and do so much more
we're not asking for a lot but what they want to give us is a crime
we're just trying to live in the city of which we devote our time

Born and bred New Yorkers or Immigrants from every country
we work hard at our jobs and deserve decent salaries
we came with a contract proposal that was justified and fair
they then came back with some bull s*#t with figures from out of the air

Living in the city in the midst of the struggle and strife
living in the city we're just trying to build a life
doing the best we can with what little we have got
it's now time for the RAB Board to get up off the money pot

Living in the city just raising our families
living in the city with sub par salaries
to the RAB Board we don't want to hear any more of your hype
do the right thing or 32BJ will definitely call a strike

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THE UNIONS : one for all and all for one

before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies
where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously
no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage
and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage

but throught the grace of God and American ingenuity
the laborers joined together and the unions came to be
organized for the advancement of the shared interest of the work force
a confederation of laborers who at one time had no recourse
fired without cause, no work injury compensation and hardly a lunch hour
but with the labor unions now in place the workers have a measure of power
bargaining for health insurance and decent salaries
negotiating for better conditions and job security

thank God for the unions as collectively we band
one for all and all for one, united we now stand

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The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 

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~ In the Innocence Sublime ~

We lay fallen as velvet roses divinity-promenading in our wake. Innocence sublime weeping still-puddles... blessing-our-first-kiss. Beauty eminent one heart securing all we share-tongues-entwined hopes defined joined together-soaring-free-as-one... a kin to love, swept-away-by-it-we-were... . I believe the heart of grace adamant, generous-tender and-aware honest and faithful- awaiting-patiently... moves freely, because it knows, the-pureness of love always inspires the-opportunity, and so enchantment-gazed upon innocence and desire knew-itself, when-first God showed Adam Eve... ! Now-here today as time has-kept-us in-its ardent-march-I-say I believe-it was-the same with-him back then... . Because simple-smiles day-dreams and quiet eye-beams alone... for me-too-with-you just wouldn't have been-enough, and-when-I-think-of-you, I thank-God for the blessing of our-time, because my heart enchanted, elated, complete... from-here on-out will I forever- know-and be-grateful to-have-loved the-beautiful-angel, that is you. As-so-enticed by the light in your-eyes, the hopeful-manner the-playfulness of your-lips, I tell-you-intrigued, to entwine-them-together, (with mine)... ! I figured I'd have a day to share, and a lifetime, from-then-on, (to touch)... . (if only just), I-could-chance to-embrace them... ((once)). Author notes The hyphens are all used in conjunction-with one-another for recording-purposes for the- disabled... . My Mac computer I can here and as it interprets the differing punctuations it gives the work in there differing usages a clearer and more realistic soft higher and lower Ebb and Flo when it is heard... ! The work can as well be reformatted into proper engine form for those whom may not be disabled... ! Entered into this contest as such and mainly for these reasoning's... ! Thank you for allowing and for considering my entry. I am entirely honored to be a small part... ! Written for my Jenny... . ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ....... ...... ..... .... ... .. .

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Leadership through trust

The smile of a child,trying to climb on his foot,
trusts the mother to hold on ,and that builds his youth.

the child as a youth moves on every possibility
trusting on his teacher and his reliability

Then the life takes the youth to the next level,
challenging his credibility and making him face hell.

Along with experience he learns the legacy,
that trust is more when there is intimacy.

Slowly by pace the trust grows cent by cent
with gradual involvement and engagement.

Then there's a task and a timeline to keep,
and he finds trust works very well in a partnership

And finally the task is achieved and a smile on his lips,
The glory is great ,and such simple is the skill of leadership.

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I journey in to your mind unknown,
in to your heart of secrets untold.
Where the stitches of your future are sewn,
in to your dreams where your destiny will unfold.

I look deeply and I can see
the extent of your disillusion.
By your side is where I'll be
helping to end your confusion.

For I am your teacher,
a giver of all that I can;
an educator and a nurturer,
committed to helping you I am.

You can completely trust me,
this truth I solemnly say,
for I don't do this for the money,
the love of teaching is why I stay.

Teaching is a gift,
for both the recipient and the giver.
Learning is your precious gift
and mine is being your teacher.

Self-worth isn't about money,
it's about how you live and give.
and I hope there will come a day
when you'll appreciate the teaching I did.

And on that very last day
when I'm called to my final rest,
I'll be comforted in hearing our Lord say,
"Well done teacher, you gave your very best."

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Jack of All Trades

At work 
I slave away
And during the day 
I read, I watch
I plan, I dream
Setting goals 
Making everything seem
That in a few years it will all come together
But in a few years will all of this matter?

I’m a jack of all trades
But a master at NONE
I slave away 
Until the day is done
But for what?
For who?
Am I doing all of this Just to have something to do?

I ask, I pray, I watch
No time for fun
Not until ALL my work is done
In hopes to better my future
In hopes to better myself
Not leaving my dreams to be lived by someone else

I’ve read all the books
I’ve done all the classes 
I’ve listened to the masters instead of the masses
7 steps to wealth 
12 steps to riches
The “keys”, 
The “wisdom”,
 The “knowledge”, 
The “tickets”.
The ticket to the money train
The key to the treasure box
I’m overwhelmed by all this “want this” & “want not”
Who am I?
Who will I be?
I guess only God can look in and really see.

Maybe I’m looking over all the important things
Maybe my “riches” aren’t exactly what they seem
Maybe it’s love, patience, giving and kindness
Maybe its overcoming life’s struggles, chaos, and madness
Maybe it’s in the strength of my mind over the dismay of the world
Maybe it’s in my parenting of my sweet, teenage girl

All this time I thought I had failed
I thought my ship to success had already sailed
I thought I was a jack of all trades and a master at none.
But my kid said, “No, Mom, you’re wrong.
You’re a master at one.
You raised me right, you raised me well. 
You’re a great mom! I can tell.”

Wow, well people do say
You can’t buy happiness
And I’m one of the few
That believes this is true.
For all the work, learning, and adding action to plans,
I’ve found that I’m rich in character, integrity, and helping my fellow man.

So I stopped thinking of all this “wasted” work I had done over the years
I realized that through the blood, sweat, pain, and tears
That my efforts, dreams, and goals weren’t in vain
Instead of money, homes, cars and other material things
I got something that money cannot buy, 
A daughter
Beautiful, smart, and wise.

Yes, I’ve mastered something 
And this something is great!
And here I thought it was way too late
Yes, I’m a jack of all trades
But now I’m a master at ONE!
In all my years 
I’ve become a great mom!

I’m truly a success
Because of you Jess!

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I Am Victorious

I want to be the only one who'll outlive the others. I want to stay healthy and fit for a long, long, time. There's always such thing as, "living life to its fullest." It seems that at the end of the day and a life-changing journey that includes losing weight and stuff, I will be the victorious one. Every victory counts in life and the lives of every individual possible. What's so great about being victorious is when he or she has accomplished something in life like giving back to the communities, helping the homeless, finding the cure for life0threating diseases, and/or stuff. Being victorious also means that we're becoming a bunch of self-proclaimed living legends. In all dreams and in the real world, we're all lucky to be alive and victorious. The greatest thing about being alive is when everybody's making wise decisions like dieting and exercising, staying away from a bunch of cold, heartless criminals, and so on. And at the end of the day, in God's eyes, we are all victorious. Victory is, and will always be ours.

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A Tugboat Named Mary

A tugboat named Mary
Was towing a barge.
The tugger was little;
The tuggee was large.

They glided on past
As the sun hit the river,
With engines a’chugging,
A load to deliver.

I marveled at Mary,
So cool and in charge,
Using all of her might
Just for hauling that barge.

It doesn’t much matter,
I’m sure you’ll agree,
If the strength and the stamina
Stem from a “she.”

Proud Mary is out there
To prove without fail
That for fortitude, one
Doesn’t have to be male!

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An epiphany is actually a Christian holiday that takes place on the 6th of January every year. An epiphany is also a sudden realization of greater truth. It seems that after he or she had said some hateful remarks about each other or whatever, he or she finally has an epiphany; people should accept some changes in their lives. Epiphany is used different ways, especially when it comes to being a Christian holiday, even after Christmas. The only way for people to each have an epiphany is to end their selfish and hateful ways. And the fact that day in and day out, even if these people are moving on with their lives, they should do the same. Some people, like Albert Einstein, were using the word "epiphany" as a scientific term, but it's used to end all types of selfishness and a lot of arrogance. No wonder why epiphany has affected the lives of every human being on planet earth. and just like I said, the only way to end this selfishness is to have an epiphany. The only reason why he/she shouldn't care about him/herself anymore is because other people are as important as he or she is. Without multiple people in their lives, he or she is nothing. He or she must put all negative thoughts aside in order to save themselves from reliving a lot of painful memories. Everybody knows that God wanted the entire human race to get along well. Right now, I wish every human being on the planet each have an epiphany and were to stop being self-centered and start thinking about others besides themselves. Unless he or she each has an epiphany and until he or she ends his or her selfish ways, he or she will likely spend the remainder of his or her days alone.

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This Load I Carry

Along the road of life, I carry a large load… It feels quite heavy… As I travel a “bumpy” road. This load I carry is often difficult to bear… At times, I stumble… And caught “unaware…” The trials and hardships of life… I shall endure… I’ll try to stay on a path that is “safe” and “secure.” There are times, however, when I get in a hurry... As the storms of life often cause a “flurry.” During my travel… As I look up to the darkened skies… I can almost look into my heavenly father’s eyes… As God reaches down his arms so strong… He’s there to lead me when things go wrong. The Lord is there to help with my heavy burden… He’s also my guiding light… through life's "dark curtain!" The Lord is my shepherd and is with me where I go… He’s brought strength and rest for my weary soul. This load I carry may be full of so many things… But grows lighter because of the love that God brings! By Jim Pemberton

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What is the American Dream

I was 5 years old when I first stepped onto this land of the free America, the place that I heard was the best place to be To live a better life to become better beings To chase the American Dream to provide for our family, the finer things The world tells us wealth and power is the number one But is that what really provides us the happiness at the end of our run? What really is the American Dream? Tainted by our materialistic desires, we believe that worldly success transfers into content But will we really forever be at peace with just these tangibles present? To achieve this American Dream means long hours at work away from our families and friends To hear everyday, “Daddy, will you be able to make my recital?” Or, “Honey, come home early today. Please.” To buy the family hundred dollar Nikes and thousand dollar Louis Vuittons But to have lost the word, “family” in its entirety No, this isn’t my American Dream The media tells us, Just Do It, and we’re all individuals but we’re all part of a movement Pressured by the media to buy what we can’t and to be who we aren’t In a world of rich be rich and poor be poor, We can never be content with just the objects of this world. True moments of happiness occur between family and friends To gain all of the world’s objects is in no comparison to the bond that a family holds To continue this spiritual value against the tangibles that will one day no longer be To earn self-confidence in the goodness of the future generation For this is my American Dream.

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Holiday Gift

The greatest gift I ever got, came with a year that definitely was not.
Health costs and a scam had emptied everyone’s pot.
The tree was bare with nothing to hand out…
And my son had to work thru the Christmas Holliday, we all sought.

We wished him home but he had to work if he was to eat.
And for several years he had not wanted, with us to be.
But this year had taught him we were better than he had perceived.
And he wanted to come home to hold and be hugged, you see.

At the last moment he got the Christmas Day off.
Our gift to him was the price of gas and food on the four-hour trip back.
But his gift to us… you see was the greatest of all…
For he wanted to come home and simply be with us all.

Twenty-four hours minus 8 hours on the trip.
Dinner wasn’t much but it was all we could give.
But no one noticed as everyone talked…
It truly was the greatest holiday present of them all… that we ever got.

Thank you God... your gift to us wasn't lost.

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old 66 mustang

This 1966 mustang that i own
It unique and thinks it has it own throne
Oh yes it drives
Thats until the engine dies
Was this car ever fast
To me it seems out classed
Since last year I've worked on this car
Everyone knows i haven't got that far
But i know it has potential
Even thought i just broke it rear end differential
It doesn't roar
And no its not like that greek god thoar
More or less its funny 
I should call it a big lovable bunny

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without from within

Look at the inside, 
to see the outside,
Look at the intrinsic,
to understand the extrinsic,
See the indigenous
to envision the exogenous,
For what lies without is a measure of within.

Love the heart 
to adore the beauty,
Love the brain 
to admire the brawn,
See the mind 
to open up the soul
For what is inside spills onto the outward.

A beauty within 
bears love without
A love without 
brightens beauty within
And as we create a lovely without,
Let’s start from a beautiful within.

Wanjeru kamau.

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What do you do if you can't find a job
and all your monthly bills keep piling up?
Collectors are as vicious as the mob,
You wonder when all these problems will stop.

You changed your lifestyle hoping for the best
and started your life over with clean slate,
Then you are faced daily with many test
some of them you wish would disintegrate.

When what you need is not just a handout,
('Cause people do get tired of a leech,)
but a blessing to turn your life about
and you will see nothing's beyond your reach.

It's time for you to use the things you've got
and trust the Lord to help you find your lot.

Copyright © 2007 Jacquelyn Sturge

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our eyes are on the prize

it's been almost one year since our members at there jobs were locked outside
but 32 BJ doesn't back down, we don't bend over and sure as hell don't hide
we stand strong in our convictions, we stand firm in our resolve
and our eyes are on the prize until we get this contract situation solved

so we say this to management, "we're not going away"
we are 32BJ and in your face we will stay
so let go of your selfish greed you need to simply see
we're more than just a union we are family

and as we stand here today in protest of the injustice that's been done
we are claiming the victory for the battle has been won
eventually manangement will comprehend and come to realize 
we are 32 BJ and our eyes are on the prize

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In his family being last 
A teenager was considered outcast
But he spent time in fields so vast
Thoughts of his Creator left him aghast

All his siblings were employed 
While he to shepherding was deployed
He yearned to see military operation
Yet got reproved on any expedition

On an auspicious day
Their house looked very gay
“Papa, can I see our guest today?”
He pleaded with dismay.

“Just this day alone leave me free
I’ll talk to the visitor with some glee”
“Attend to work you inquisitive brat
Who’ll take care of sheep-those unruly gnats?”

Kicked by his father he did weep 
Slowly spoke to his mother about the sheep
“Mama, allow me to join the feast today
Please speak to papa about my stay”

His mom turned a deaf ear to his plea
“To the meadows you please flee
I ought to do a lot of work over here 
Besides cleaning dishes piled up there.”

Fresh wheat bread from flour so fine
Tasty juice from the fruit of vine
Minced mutton roast, with delicious meat 
Aroma arouse beckoning everyone to eat

He looked after his sheep yet thought 
Perhaps something the guest had brought
All his agonies he sent upward
Anticipated help from heavenward

Expected guest visited his house
An important question he did arouse
He never sat to eat over there
But questioned, “Is everyone here?”

To control a rebellious lot
 That rejected God and sought
A man over them to rule
To appear on a horsse or mule

Almighty’s thoughts you never can have
It’s ‘Always the best’ in your heart engrave
By outward appearance never framed
Nor by man can they be rephrased

His elders brothers although mighty
Were turned down by the Almighty
Unlike man, everyday God looks at you
Therefore, enrich your faith with this clue

Prophet proclaimed: “Send word for the youngest one
Until he comes I cannot taste any beef or bun”
Rejected son was remembered by God
Almighty lifts those despised from sod

Thus David, a shepherd crowned as king
Always loved to play harp and sing
In God’s presenced he did bring
Praises of the everlasting king

All through life’s up and downs 
They hailed him king in all the towns
In God’s presence he found harmony
About him this was God’s testimony

Diligently sought and never in part.
 ‘A man after My own heart’

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Free Range

Often my thoughts do range far and wide.
But it’s not just my thoughts that skim the tides.
When my Hubby asks and I don’t reply…
He says I’m free ranging again with my mind.
He laughs and tells me to please wake up…
But I’ve already been there, thank you, so much.

Deep in thought and so far away,
He’s still my muse in every way.
But once I get going on that thought…
Look out boys, my mind is set and lost
But don’t you worry. No Sireeee.
When the typing slows you’ll know I’m back, you see.

Those free-range chickens have nothing on me…
I way surpass them in productivity.
And as my words free range far and wide
You’ll find… others may be joyfully joining  me for a time.

Details | I do not know? | |

Who are these People Pt 1

who are these people?
where do they come from?
they are older than time can measure, sadly
hopeless and a hazard to others and themselves
unable to move their vessel body, physically handicapped
through years of wear and tear and genetic mutation,
......and their mind
seems to be corroded and rustic
likes plates of steel left out in a thousand thunder storms
i wonder
how these people got here
being so retarded, challenged, in-capacitated, unable
asking questions that a dumb blind drunken monkey could answer
just by looking at them I can feel the presence of cancer
they are dying
as flowers would do with only a moon
i talk with them, as the babble, and drool
and struggle to stand for more than 2 minutes
and struggle to walk across the room
to show me their new exercise to improve the demented motion they call a golf swing
i take a breath and listen, nod my head,
wishing that i gave a fluff, but i dont.....instead
id rather continue watching a documentary on the paleo-indians who survived through 
the ice age
that eventually became the native peoples of Canada.
2 more incoherent zombies walk through the door,
with looks on their face of confusion, and death
they step up on the treadmill huffing and panting
and ask me to set them up 
level one, for 3 minutes, 
im thinking in my cant be serious.

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within a week

he released the long-form 
of his birth certificate

toured the tornado-stricken south 
with  mayors and governors

flew to NASA  to watch the 
final liftoff of a U. S. space shuttle 

gave U.S. Navy Seals permission 
to conduct a secret national security mission

spoke at a dinner for the
white house correpondents 

watched U.S. special forces 
execute their assignment

informed U.S. citizens that 
the mission was accomplished

sparked patriotic celebrations outside of 
the white house and at a national baseball game 

caused U.S. citizens to chant with pride
at times square and ground  zero

a leading U.S. citizen, 
with a legal birth certificate--the president of the U.S.A.--
touched so many lives
within a week

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I just can't win

19th april 2012
By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN).
I just can't win, And when i get very close to win ............ They gasp to search and find where lies my secrets dark, I am not handsome or dashing akin some fashion model all sharp. When I start to tell them stuff they are not aware of, they think I fib, Muster they will all their will to put me down and just not crib. I just can't win When I tell to them it’s within my reach and I can do, All they will is to scheme and get me from it as far away as Xanadu. When I enter a room as cool as can be, They lower their voices and their scheming eyes avoid me. I just can't win As I work upon my chore some error which I do, they chuckle to see, They swarm then around me like a hive of savage bee. I always tell them that it’s the fire in my eye and the passion in my heart, Progressive push in my thoughts and joys to my nimble feet brought. I just can't win I just can't win Women have wondered what they see in me, They try so hard but my inner mystery they cannot see. When I try to show them what’s inside me, They all say in unison they just can’t see. Don’t know if you will understand why my head is held so high above, I push and drive to get my work done and goals met anyhow. But I just can't win The softness in my heart and the bend of my hair, They have exploited and I all I need now is to care, …. Care I will surely from now on, My resolve to be firm is now far from gone…. I dont care if I can't win. I’ve heard that the war is not right, Because it’s only broken relationships that are left. Don’t choke and suffocate on holding it within you, I‘ve learnt the universal words that are true “Don’t hold on to what you want” and you, Let go and it comes right back and sticks like glue. Wrong choices in life by them, Get you to the places meant for the “gem”. But am saddened now that their hearts now, Pass through desolate and lonely street they sow, To “resentment alley” is the place they will all go…….. With them losing my heart would be happy because "I just can't win"

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No Regrets, No Turning Back, and No Way Out

When it comes to doing the right thing by ratting on the enemies and/or whatnot, these
people have no regrets. When it comes to dating and writing poems of their own, there's no
turning back. And when it comes to getting into positive situations in life, there's no
way out. These type of things have been like that since day one, especially way before we
were born. For one, having no regrets mean he or she has done nothing wrong. The second
part is when he or she's planning on doing something out of the ordinary like going
sky-diving, snowboarding, or whatever, there's no turning back for them. And when it comes
to doing the right thing like giving back to the community, trying to prevent disasters
from happening day in and day out, there's no way out of those great situations. Seems as
though God has been watching all of us human beings for some time to come, even after the
Earth was created. The best thing about not making a lot of regrets in life is when he or
she's got a free spirit and a pure heart. Well, I guess good fortune will happen to the
ones who don't have selfish agendas or whatever. And if these people keep up doing the
right thing for their communities and stuff, there's no telling what positive thing might
happen next. And just like I said: "No Regrets, No Turning Back, and No Way Out."

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Do We Have An Example Just ONE

Do We Have An Example?

Do we have an example of those
 who aren’t afraid to say…
“I’m going to bow my head
 to the Lord and pray.”

Do we have an example of those with a like mind?
To be respectful, courteous and kind?

Do we have an example of those who’ll take a stand?
Against the tide of evil 
all throughout this land?

Do we have an example?  Just one person?
Who’ll live by the Bible… 
And apply it’s lessons?

Do we have an example of those
 to teach the younger generation…
Living for God will give us a solid foundation?

Do we have an example?  Anyone to be found?
Who’ll spread the gospel 
to every city and town?

Do we have an example?  Can we look to YOU?
Who’ll try to live the way Jesus wants us to?

Can we find an example? With the courage to live?
Being Christ example with the power to FORGIVE!

Can we find an example?  Let me make this point.
There’s Jesus!  And he will  NEVER disappoint!

Can we trust this example?  Most assuredly YES!
In HIM can you find a security,
 a peace and a REST!

Will you be an example? And give your life to him?
And experience what it means to be “born again!”

His example of love can be yours and mine…
Won’t you give HIM a chance?
  While there’s still time?

By Jim Pemberton 

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years of writing and learning
guts spilled
heart ripped out
torn to holes
stabbing myself open
and spreading myself thin

learning this about that thing
this thing about that stuff
computer whizz i am not
but one comes along
and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game 
playing with myself
solitaire with levels
puzzles with destinations to surf the web to give
my writing a new purpose

lead you here to find where else for you to go to find the next puzzle to ponder and 
meaning of it all
as if I'm some genius
unfinished puzzle
I've been shut down
and how do i explain this to my children
walking in my crutches
who cannot afford to be read one more time
as i whine in the midst of my goose chase
of level three leading you back to level one

and my space is just a place to look for something to do
top point at the famous players and how i got my foot in the door
and how they know me one day
and I'm not shy to get my attention whether I'm good or not
i have something to say
we are a community and I'm here for the life of fun and games
I'm here for the utopia
why does it have to be like a bully ruled school yard of conviction where no one 
knows who they think they are
and no one is worrying about who questions anybody
and laugh at estimations
of underestimating thew jobs we never apply for

fingers pointing over here and over there and nothing left to lose
so was it worth it
when now i cant sign in due to scandal
i cant fix any perfected mistakes due to friends who know pass codes that affect 
me still
tight lips are sinking my ship and the truth be told
the police wont get involved
just thought you should know I'm in the Center of nothing
spiraling out to place to find if i can be
where none will ever go

a journal of the one who was everything written of emotion from gods joke 
to inspiration to writers and communicating generation gaps
and now its all lost because of hate crimes we cant solve and peoples 
paranoias of technology and phishing scams
cant sell my work anymore or access my pay pal
years of work not backed up 
lumpy lessons served with lemon aid
 just go surf and see the game 
do the pieces fit
of the head strong ahead of his timer terrified false prophet goose chase
inter net hacked shut down?
something to think about for you!!

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Tiny humming birds
Buzzing like bees
Fluttering fast
Flying like a fleet of 
Helicopters sucking
Up cargo

Red and black flowers
pollinated by
crews of workers
not colliding but collectively
a church on mission
absorbing, ingesting
cadre of co-laborers

Elaborating on service
A herd of helpers
Feeding, fashioning,
Fueling and feeling
Harmoniously humming
Purposed performers

Tiny humming birds
Buzzing like bees
Fluttering fast
Flying like a fleet of
Helicopters delivering
The Word

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lifting us up by your humility;
only by your grace,
the hearts of many will be blessed,
by the sufferings that you bare,
through you GOD  is faithful.
the outpouring of the truth:
by your courage and boldness you have shown,
not only by merits,
also by the fruits of the spirit,
can your actions be guided,
to work with the oneness,
founded by the firmness of your loyalty,
surrounded by the humility of your strength,
crafted by your works of mercy,
can we be true example of a christian blessing.
serve your faith;
accept the faithful,
take care of your faith,
live to understand and work for His purpose,
and never forget to pray for the faithless,
remember as He is worthy,
by your actions can you be worthy.

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Born to win

Holistic healing
Wholeness, meaning
Success, greatness
Glory, legacy
Requires the work
Of a great work.

The work of a great work
Is the work of a great man 
In a great child
A great man
Has will, skill and wisdom
A great child
Has innocence 
And divine guidance.

To live meaningfully  is to:
Stand firm amidst friction 
Sand firm amidst frustration
It is to meet harder time
With harder will
It  is to have a laser focus goal
That wakes you up early
That keeps you awake late
A goal that reminds you
That you are born to win.

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Light at the end of the tunnel

there is light at the end of the tunnel
no matter how dark things may seem
there is light at the end of the tunnel
no matter how bad things have been
the horizon may look cloudy for some time
but after the rain God will make the sun shine
there is light at the end of the tunnel
so to your faith hold on tight
 there sometimes  may be a slight shadow of darkness
but God won't fail to show his Light
there is light at the end of the tunnel
even when the enemy tries to make us whimper or groan 
 Hold on to God for in any storm of  life with him you will never walk alone. Amen.

James hold on tight in theese tough times my son, hold on to Gods promises
the enemy comes to try to kill steal and destroy our faith but God  won't let you down,
hang in there and all things will work out for the good.

We know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the 
called according to his purposr. Romans 8: 28
He heals the broken hearted, binding up their wounds Pslam 147 : 3

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Jesus Gave To Me What Drugs Could Never Give

There was a time when I felt so lonely and forsaken.
Everything I had was either gone or taken. 

I lost all hope and had no place to stay.
Just trying to get through another day.
I thought that drugs would give me what I needed.
The “danger signs” in life, I no longer heeded.

I soon learned about “joints” and “tricks.”
All I lived for, was to get “another fix.”
I felt no right or wrong, no guilt or shame.
Then one night an “angel of mercy”  called my name. 
“Jesus loves you” were whispered
into my ear. 
Without help-I knew—death was so near!

This “angel” gave me a place to rest my head.
He seen that I was clothed, bathed, and fed.
His words were filled with a message of hope.

I soon gave up all of my drugs and dope.
This “angel of God” gave me an invitation.
And soon I received God's wonderful salvation. 
I traded my “ashes”for God's mercy and grace.

I now have joy in my heart & a smile on my face.
God's love can do what no drugs could ever do!
He's here right now... He is waiting for YOU!!

By Jim Pemberton

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Taking Out The Trash

       Taking Out The Trash

In no particular order;
Rapists, pedophiles, congress men and vermin
I've taken out some trash in my youth
Two floozies, ex-wife and ex two

We’re not quite through with refuse
Take out a murderer or two for good measure
Along with the devil and demons
Exorcise first, bag, then throw to the curb

As we continue taking waste matter 
Why not consider dictators, alligators and brats
But leave the cute puppies alone
They mean you no harm

Remember to take out dependence and lecherous ones
With your stinky taxes and filing fees to the street
They’ll never return on their own
Unless you’re at home and it’s free

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The Honey and The Vinegar

Once I had the opportunity
For hard-earned, sweet success
But I yawned instead and spurned my chance
To labour and progress

And so my potential festered
Scorned sourly in defeat
Now I am left with vinegar
In place of honey sweet.

Details | Senryu | |


Born with handicap
Help them to feel safe and sound
God's special angels.

Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 3

who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
so, incapable.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able 
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass 
population stupid, and incompetent.
washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus....
hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, 
materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, 
the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure
music, media, movies and more
the conditioning of the human population,  to be drones, to be mindless chickens who 
flock together only because they are afraid, 
to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of 
all human rights
to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children
that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient
like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be
tracked, geographically speaking
and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system 
the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, 
our logins, our logouts
our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit 
rating, our mortgage.
its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys
its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.

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Gimme a chance to show you

While temperature soars to high degrees,
there’s still a group of people waiting;
trying to get into the afternoon show,
a theatrical play deemed with recognition. 

For me it’s a common thing to think about it,
when one has to be there for a good reason;
bringing to the fore a gesture of a good person
with great appreciation to culture and pleasure.

Summer season is indeed a time to explore,
travel, entertainment, arts and culture;
Many in today’s options can really tell
that one has to enjoy and savor the season.

Again, in places like California or Southern region,
there are opportunities to experience cultures,
Mexican, Asian, African or even European,
the contention is to acquire a good relation.

Dialogue of cultures can be seen through interaction,
especially in cuisine or lifestyle in a particular zone
where predominantly an ethnic background wanders
like a Pentecost of gifts and festival of relationships.

As economy hiccups and people don’t get much,
many opt to embark on new things that promise more;
life in production, or work in any construction
that’s a way to avoid - crowding through one option.

Through integration and the work of appreciation,
richness in cultures, embrace of care or dream of a future,
these are valuable things to employ in certain actions
with these interpretations that generate comprehension.

Kudos to so many people of different cultures
their gifts shared in various disciplines and works;
each in diverse call represents the message of love
that whatever we do, we shall have that love too.

Details | Lanterne | |

The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round {Lanterne}

                                                        bell rings
                                                       scurry fast
                                                   grab open seat

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Ask Van Gogh why he painted;
A lunatic left at his own devices
His grey mind sucking colors from the world into a canvas. 
Each brush leading to liberation from the known world
The thick paste transforming a canvas;
Into a tapestry vibrating with colors and life. 
With precision and trembling hands,
Drawing emotions into shapes.
Stitching tears into beautiful mosaic.
Squeezing love from each strand of the brush bristles.  
Sighing with a smile with completion of each piece,
But for an artist, completion never comes.
Lastly succumbing to a death of his own creation, 
A silver bullet aimed at his heart

I write because like Van Gogh;
I cannot stop
I write because I want to live
I write because when I stop I will be dead
I write because I am a lunatic
I write because it decrypts the sounds in my head
I write because God created me to do so.

I write for lovers, as they cuddle under the orange sun
I write for enemies, as they search for each other’s soul
I write for the morning sun, a gift from the creator 
I write for the night, a blackboard for dreamers 
I write for the young, the seeds of future them posses 
I write for the old, the fruits of the future they behold, 

I will write even if all I get is Facebook likes, 
I will write even after my words have been recorded into books,
I will write even if I am the only one reading them 
I will write even if the pen pierce my heart; the blood as my last piece of art. 

I write because not even death can stop me.  

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The Light

Darkness can only exist where there is no sign of light,
That’s why God created the moon to shimmer in the night.

The moon reflects the light that the sun lovingly provides,
Leaving very little room for darkness or the evil that it hides.

The Father gave his son to us to be our guarding light,
And entrusted us to do His work by providing us with sight.

To do the work that He has for us, He keeps us each one clean
In order to reflect His light until what’s hidden can be seen.

Then the evil will fall away as it withers in His glory,
And another page of righteousness will be written in His story.

A single one of us reflecting his love can be an awesome sight,
But when we band together we become a blinding light.

You are all called to do your part, each one adding to the measure,
And the shine that you’ll reflect will become your greatest treasure.

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People of the World Unite

People of the world unite,
We need to work in harmony.
And although we have our differences,
We can still have unity.	

In a world that is at war,
We must create a place,
That people who seek peace,
Can call their sacred space.

For now is the time to realize,
That if we truly believe,
That our differences can be dignifying,
And peace can be achieved.

And of course there will be troubles,
That we must face each day.
But hand in hand we will stand,
And carry on along our way.

We will shower the world with love,
And erase all of the pain.
We will bring dark nations sunshine,
To evaporate their rain.

Wake up! Wake up! It’s time to leave!
It is time for us to go!
It is time for us to start our journey,
And give the world a show.

People of the world unite,
We need to work in harmony.
And although we have our differences,
We can still have unity.

Details | Epic | |

Words Of Expression

I use my own words to express my real feelings. I'd rather express myself by saying what I
have to say than keeping it to myself. Expressing myself by writing poems is like writing
song lyrics on paper. I'm expressing my real feelings to others so that I don't have to
hide them. I have a mind of my own;  I am unlike others who don't have anything to say.
Not expressing feelings and not figuring out what to say can hurt one individual's
self-respect and dignity, especially when he or she is ignored constantly. I write poems
of my own because it's fun and it allows me to express myself freely. Everybody should
also express themselves freely and say what they need to say and never hold anything back.
Expressing myself is always a good thing as well and it gives me a positive advantage. I'd
rather say what's on my mind than just losing any opportunity possible. That's why all
people should bring out their thoughts and feelings, and say what's on their minds,
especially he or she has had enough of being blown off or whatever. And if I can express
myself without holding anything back, everybody should do the same thing. I guess I'm not
afraid to express myself after all.

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Dark Visions

Have you ever  had, Dark Visions? I have,when I was seven or eight
I had a dream one night, That was a nightmare, so vivid and so frightful
fear so intense, I wet the bed. My Father wore a badge and I told him what 
happened, and with much insistence we phoned the local authorities. ( Which he knew all of
them) My Dark Vision was of an Airplane a jetliner, on fire, going down.
I saw the flames, faces, colors and style of clothes. I heard screams, pleas to God for
help and prayers. When I woke up I was praying too, in a wet  bed. Two days later the FBI
knocked at my door, with questions after questions until they were satisfied. I felt
berated and alone. Thank God for my Dad. Then it hit me their last words to my Father," If
we have any more questions about the accident we'll contact you" real, it
really happened. My Dark Vision,,For thirty years I kept my Visions to myself, until one
day at work a friend of mine Marjie came to me and asked me if I saw things, things I
can't explain. I was floored, dumbfounded. I didn't answer. She said" I sense you had a
Vision and saw something you can't explain"  How could she know? I said " What do you
mean"? " I sense you had a dream that is troubling you, because it was more than a dream"
Gig's up, so I told her. She told me to write it down always write it down, So I did and
let her see it. 3 days later she came to me with a VCR tape, we were alone in the TV room,
so we played it. Suddenly in an instant I was flooded with the whole Vision, everything I
saw and heard. Shamefully a puddle formed on the floor at my feet, as I shook. Everything,
the Bus, the explosions, faces, the Soldier, the old man in the beret, The red headed
woman in the yellow dress and hat. It was in Israel. She had taped it from the news the
night before, the day it happened. 2 days after my Dark Vision.Now at 48 with many
conversations with my Priest and Spiritual adviser, I realize, what I thought a curse, is
actually a Gift From God. Because I am praying with them in my Dark Visions, I am helping
them. One thing I always remember from them is I tell them God is waiting for you, every
time. Then I wake up. 

 I believe my being there has brought some comfort to those souls as their end is near.
That comforts me!  God does work in mysterious ways..He has in me with...

                                           My Dark Visions!


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These Are Dificult Times for So Many Without A Job

These Are Difficult Times! These are difficult times, with many frustrations. Many people in hardships and difficult situations! Many are filled with worry and concern. Not really knowing which direction to turn. As more are getting dependent on government. Many without work have lost any kind of fulfillment. While many seek what seems to be the best “plan.” Cries of hopelessness ring throughout the land! I, too, have been without work in the past. Wondering how much longer it would last. The months that went by, turned into years… As I sought assurance for my worries and fears. The only true peace and security I have found. Has brought love, when life came “crashing down.” I found that what really matters the most! Is Jesus! And letting him hold me close! I knew if I lost everything that was around me… God’s presence and peace still surrounds me! He made it very evident and so clear. Whatever happens in life... HE IS ALWAYS HERE! He picked me up when I felt lonely and depressed! With him in my life… I felt comforted and blessed! My problems didn’t disappear in just one day! But through life’s trials… God made a way! Whatever difficulty or problem you may face… Won’t you accept God’s gift of mercy and grace? He can do more than any other power can do! And brings meaning to the words; “I LOVE YOU!” By Jim Pemberton

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Do YOU Feel LIke You're Up Against The Wall

Do you feel like "you'e 
life's under a curse?"
That things in life "just couldn't 
get any worse..."

Do you feel like "everything's been taken?"
You're all alone... And have
 been forsaken...

Do you feel like God has 
"turned his back on you?"
You don't know what "in the world 
you're going to do..."

Do you feel like no one's
 listening to what you say?
You don't feel like you can make 
it through another day.

If you feel this way...  I've good news to bring!
Jesus is here now!  Waiting to fix everything!

Perhaps you feel like you've
 hit a "dead end."
There is one who is waiting to be your friend.

Do you feel there's no 
real hope or a chance?
Jesus can change 
your circumstance!

He feels all of your troubles, trials and pain.
And is here now...  Why not call on his name?

Feel his goodness and let 
him restore our soul.
He'll bring peace to your life 
and make you whole!

Feed on his word... And let his spirit in.
He'll meet all of your needs again and again!

In God's direction is where your 
life needs to be leaning...
For only he can bring true 
hope & meaning! 

By Jim Pemberton

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Take it to heart when someone says,
" Hard work is honest living! "
My ma used to say it in a convincing voice,
when we gathered around the table
for many delicious meals;
and we couldn't start eating
before saying, " Grace "...
" My children, God gave this to us,
and must be always thankful
that He provides for us! " 

" Hard work is honest living ",
I won't forget this proverb so rooted in truth...
as I go through life with each blessing;
if we forget to thank God, all our days,
we deliberately ignore the wonderful gift
given to us through His kindness!
Lift up your praying eyes, and see what's worth;
simply make that commitment!
And remember that everything we have received so far,
was the persistent prayers of a firm believer like ma!   

Very few people believe in these words,
" Hard work is honest living! "
They like getting paid for something,
which was done by somebody
who had a different set of beliefs,
and that credit they didn't deserve,
because not even an ounce of sweat perspired 
from their cool skin by not using their hands! 
Be glad to perform your job with full honesty;
every dollar you'll earn, will make you proud!

Unfold your banner, you fearless laborer;
there's no shame in doing odd jobs: 
your head must be held high and your righteous heart
must rejoice before God for your integrity!
Your children will pick up your yoke and carry on
that tradition, so that no farmer and carpenter would feel inferior;
and where would their food come from?
And how their house would be built without the strength of the builder?  
Think quickly:  laziness makes the idle mind depend on someone else;
look around yourself, which one prospers:  the lazy one or the hard-working one?

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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The Fathers Handiwork

The Father’s Handiwork ” 1 Thus the heavens and the earth were completed in all their vast array. 2 By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. 3 Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.” Gen 2:1-3 NIV The Christian truly appreciates The Father’s handiwork of nature; Perceives His love in every twinkling star; Every beautiful, still lake a picture. He sees His love in every flower bud, Shrub and each variety of tree. Gives thanks with adoration For each mountain, river and sea. God speaks to us in His word, But His nature speaks as well. A continuous love story Each creation to man does tell. So often in his hussle and bussle, Man glazes over God’s love; Fails to see his many blessings Flowing from God’s throne room above. Man is often perplexed By the number of his cares. He stresses over little things; Feels the whole world he bears. But this is truly not the case; The Father watches over us all. His handiwork’s so complex From the ant hill to mountains tall. The Father’s Handiwork of nature Is so intricate in its design, Only God can create such order Amongst His creatures at one time. Every bird that sweetly sings And every bee that visits His flowers, Has the Father’s creative design connection It belongs to God, it's not ours! Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012

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My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 

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~ Cry of the Muse ~

Of-gentle beginning-and tender song ... ! That we would gratify love in its truest affection. Stand stead fast- uphold it yield to no other-duty ... ! To-have our-souls' so-identified-unified coexisting- exclusively-mid-this ... . To-live, would I die to give the measure of my-soul- just-to-have this ... once ... ! So place me within, make me the-essence of-the-art- lay me down carry me off- as I would be a child lost amid the grandeur- of its promise ... ! Allow this ink to consume us be the genuine eminence, what we reach-for through the humble virtue, heart-of this quill ... ! So all may view soar higher, and even higher still. Be captured, taken within deep- far and away beyond- the bitter part of this world, into the true benignity, flourishing and forever evolving, amid themselves ... ! Yes help me build me up, mold me-yes- come find me ... ! Trick me friend by slight of hand bend me- yes break me down shatter me again, and again truly I care-not ... ! Fill this paper in-its preparedness ... innocence ... verity, hope ... with the sweet passion elation of our souls ... ! Yes carry me before this-vision ... ! Restrain me-not ... . Set our-soul-free ... ! Please ... ? That we may gratify love-uphold it. Yes yield-then ... only-beauty ... ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author notes Written to the (Braveheart) theme By: Enya The expression of this poem was written from within the greater depths, of my soul. It was a cry of my muse. The passion beside which I stand and the hope through which I write. The joy we both carry for the other, and peace and faith in each other, in which we abide. Before this writing my muse had taken a vacation. So willing, I am open to suggestion. ~ Thank you for reading this piece of my work ... God bless you ... (The reason that there are Hyphens "so many of them") is because I have a computer that speaks them with a faster and slower and higher and lower pitch of voice, giving a certain kind of ebb-and-flow to the work with a softer more fervent and realistic and consistent tone, when I use the hyphens and other punctuation in the certain places that I do, when in telling it what to do. Allowing it to speak in even a moderate voice if I choose. It sounds very free flowing when I hear it, and I can only hope that you will be able to here it in the same way. Thank you for reading and God bless you ... ~

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Of Cashiers and Cutters

Each day that I go to work,
I feel like I’m a zombie…
The smiling faces I put on are all just an act.

At the end of the day my jaw hurts from putting on these fake smiles, 
The smile that seemed to be permanently glued to my face…slowly fades.
I’m tired of making petty conversation, when I couldn’t give a damn…

But I guess it could be worse…
I could be that girl, the one I used to see every Thursday…
The one with razor-blade scars on her arms that made my stomach coil…

I’d ask her for her bonus card, casually, like everything was okay…perfectly normal…
She would hand it to me…cautiously, her hands always shaking.
I felt sorry for her…

No…I will not show her pity…
She’s probably sick of hearing everybody’s sympathetic nonsense…
No one can really understand unless they’ve been through it…

I can only imagine…but I too have felt like ending my own misery…
Sometimes I think of how I could change it all…
How I could change this ridiculous routine that I call my life…

But then I think twice and remember what I have… 
And then I thank my lucky stars that I’m smart enough to reconsider this…
Something so selfish and cowardice as suicide…

Then, my smile becomes real…
No more fake, happy-masks…I do give a damn…
I am truly thankful for what I have…

I am grateful for the job, home and loving family that I have …
I am also thankful that I have enough faith in God…
Enough faith that I would never take the life that was given to me…

Faith is not something to be taken lightly.
It’s something not all people have…
Something that this girl may not have had…

This job…only temporary,
I know I can move on…my life could be worse, but it isn’t,
I’ve taken so much for granted, its time to say “thanks.”

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The Act

"The smile then melts off her face
in a frantic heat of boiling, screaming rage
and trickles down into a pool
of boundless sorrow...."

React like you think they think you should
Whether or not you really feel good 

The act will pass on
and so will they 
soon enough

Don’t you show your pain
Keep pretending you’re still sane

This life 
is a dream 
and it’s not long now
‘till we all wake up

Look for the song-----coming soon! 

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Special Love

Sometimes it's far too easy to
Not see the one in love with you.
Gone away or right nearby
To see clearly you must try
To look beyond the pretty face
and look for inner peace and grace
Those are the things that mean much more
then the physical you've been looking for.

So each day when you come home
Be thankful you are not alone.
Someone there has chosen to
Spend this day right here with you
Despite all the plans they could have made
Not a second of life with you they'd trade
For the little things that they do
for no one in the world but you

Next time when you look at them
Ask about their day don't just pretend
Pay attention to their every word
Even if all those stories you already heard
For it is of those that made you two
Your loving attention made them love you
Just because some time has past
Don't let these seconds be your last

For with each second that you are blessed
Share with them that happiness
It means so much more when it comes
From the person that you truly love
Without attention love will surely die
Reviving it you can try
But once the damage is said and done
It will take more work to make you two one.

With  that work comes it's reward
The kind of love you've been searching for
So make the time to spend together
That time will result in love forever
You will have done the very thing
That makes love what it is supposed to be
Between two people for all time
Is what makes your love the special kind.

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there were two words that my father said of which I was to young to discern
the two words, "let's go" of which I have since learned
sometimes they meant  "let's go" to the park where we would have some fun
but at other times it meant  "let's go" to work and get the job done

when the Lord God said "let's go" it was a direct command
to go out and spread the gospel to all the nations of the land
He asked this one task and gave His express permission
for you to evangelize the "good news", to partake in The Great Commission
to witness for the Lord and tell your testimony
to let people know about His generosity
to work for the Lord God by obeying His command
to worship Him Who is the shade upon thy right hand
so "let's go" and get on board
the gospel train of the Holy Lord

and whenever  the Lord Jesus Christ says "let's go"
there are a few things that you need to know
to possess and attitude of gratitude when He calls your name
to give Him all the glory as He died for our sin and shame
to be thankful and appreciative, to repent and to atone
and to remember that He will never leave you all alone
for Jesus will equip you and He'll always have your back
He'll be your source of strength when the enemy attempts to attack

and whenever the Holy Spirit says "let's go", there's no time to stop and pause
you're in the midst of spiritual warfare and you're fighting for the cause
it won't always be a pleasant job or a mere walk in the park
it might be a difficult task that will leave you blind and in the dark
it might even place you in a precarious situation
just have no fear, trust in Him to give you spiritual preparation
so make the time, take the time, get up and "let's go"
follow in the Spirit and then tell the devil hell no

listen to the little voice, it's the Spirit talking to you
specifically telling you what God wants you to do
come out of your comfort zone, be motivated to evangelize
tell all the nations about God's eternal prize
then baptize the people in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
"LET'S GO" AND SPREAD THE "GOOD NEWS" wherever it's needed the most 

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Who are These People Pt 2

who are these people?
where did they come from?
of all the aromas in existence, the foul smell from the mouth of an 87 year old man
who has had gingivitis for 32 years
and has had rheumatoid arthritis in his wrist for the past 23
making it difficult, almost impossible to brush his teeth
is unquestionably the most repulsive characteristic of my job.
the bumpy, but crater filled skin that covers majority of guests
shows the degeneration caused by poor nutritional choices
an overall lack of physical exercise, 
and a lifestyle filled and toxified with consumerism and media injected promotional poison, 
they buy, and buy then buy some more
actually believing that the need the items they purchase
knick knacks, glass coasters, another Friday night dress
more liquor, more cigarettes, more disease, 
another pair of shoes, a DVD, 
consume, consume, consume
till their souls are consumed with materialistic so called needs
a new belt, more beer, more stress another year
buying things to bring gratification , trying to remove the fear
hats, drugs, amusement parks, comedians
sex shops, fancy cars, impulsive desires, 
new computer, new thrill, another method of destruction
years of being killed now can’t even carry on a discussion.

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What I do, Just in Case

I awake in the morning, somewhere round four
Drink some coffee, shower, brush my teeth.
Dress for work and head for the door,

      I kiss my sons forehead, turn to leave, kiss it again.
                                           Just in Case!

I work hard during the day, Building houseboats,
Framing, nailing, paneling, roofs and floors,
Near completion, time to paint, I think two coats.

    I call my son at lunch; tell him I love him, not once, but twice
                                           Just in Case!

Get home in the afternoon, somewhere round three,
Have a cold drink, start dinner, relax a bit,
Talk with my son, ask what he did today, " Let me see"

               I hug him once, then hug him twice more,
                                            Just in Case!

When dinners done, and evening fades to night,
Dessert is gone, teeth are brushed and I tuck him in.
He asks me " Dad, will everything be alright?" 

   I kiss his forehead, hug him once, then twice, I tell him I love him
    Tell him again and turn the night light on!

                                           Just in Case!

                       What do you do?  Just in Case!....................


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The Stop Light

I stand at an intersection
A flashing light above my head
Over and over again
Never ending
Watching the empty roads
Animals run by
Never noticing its endless work
Weeds and dust blow by in the breeze
Floating away without stopping
Am I the only one to stop?
To look?
To notice?
I watch 
I have to feel admiration
This machine left alone
Minutes, hours, days, years
Working, waiting for someone to take notice
But, does it even want to be seen?
Does it care?
Or is it happy in the middle of its own world?

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Our Promise

Dear Judy Konos,
          OUR PROMISE    
Don't think We're down--You're country, tis of thee
For which our Flags been woven and unfurled,
this very thread, it binds us constantly,
becoming still the envy of the world.

In fifty states we grew to all we are,
and though some think God's guidance is not there,
this truth comes shining through in every Star;
Our Liberty of life shows ever'rywhere.

To tell the world, Come you, and learn our way,
there is no secret to how we have grown,
and in God's light, God's light is where we stay,
to guide you to what we have only known.

between each line, God's word is meant to share,
and "We the People..." is what keeps it there.
    by veebdosa 04/16/2011 (Dedicated to my friend Judy Konos in New Orleans)

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Are You Having An Affair

I don't think many people 
are aware...
of the dangers of having 
"an affair."

Adultery begins with a lustful thought 
captured in the mind.
It's been part of sins's curse,
 since the beginning of time.

Many aren't sure how they're
 going to react.
Until the day they're caught
 in an adulterous act.

By this time... they're love for
 their spouse is broken.
When the words; "I love you"...
 to another... are spoken.

Soon... their home become 
"turned around" and divided.
As their commitment and loyalty 
become undecided.

The family soon become "
one huge mess..."
As the love "for another person" 
becomes "obsessed."

You may find yourself in this 
kind of situation.
Perhaps you're in 
 "deep desparation."

Run from this person as 
fast as your can!
Come to the cross and 
reach for Jesus' hand!

Confess your sin to your spouse
 and call on Jesus' name.
You have only yourself... 
no one else... to blame.

Allow Jesus to 100% be 
the Lord of your life.
As you brings you together 
as husband and wife!

Let him restore your marriage 
and make it complete.
Come to him now and 
lay your sin at his feet.

His love in your marriage is 
forever and binding!
His commitment to you is 
a love worth finding!

By Jim Pemberton  

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its not quite enough

-"I wanna be myself but I'm afraid of the glances, and I want to be heard but I won't 
take the chances."

           - "then walk away, your dreams are gonna fade unless you start today"

"Is that it?"

           -  "Can't you see, its not quite enough just to plant the seed. You gotta work                                              
hard, and nurture your success. So get off the internet there's no time for this!"


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I'm the sonneteer of another era,
Struggling for fame and dreaming of glories...
Living free in prosperous America,
Where there's hunger for interesting stories.

Invite me to share yours as thrills resume;
I will give my opinion anytime,
But perfect syllables count and strict rhyme scheme
Are required for rhythm to happily chime.

Petrarch and Shakespeare were the greatest
Poets who created remarkable sonnets;
Read their works with unquenchable zest:
You'll discover they wrote them in the hundreds!

Study the unique forms of each sonnet; 
Model yours on them with true interest!    

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...of Wise words (A Writer never recognized goes Wacko-Wise)

Writing is one thing I do daily
Early in the morning
My mind will be humming
So wise the words of wisdom sounds
Alike a rice free of sands
Helping to humanity
Teaches you humility
Makes you a star in your community
You live with impunity
A wise man is not questioned

When you are wise
You turns unique
People begin to mimic you
These are the words that make sense
The words that are sensible enough to bring light of information
Its information cure deformation
The formation of wisdom in the citizens is the development of the nation in all angles
It is citizens that owns a country and not country that owns them

Leniency brings light to the world, and makes right for a nation
Where wise men are filled, nothing lacks
Where knowledge is being stored is treasured with higher value
Where wise information are being shared, you don't see much deformation
Life has many things to give for those who are wise
Wiseness is not only information, but a gift of rational thinking
Talent is a gift of

Details | I do not know? | |

Graduation Goodbye

High school days are gone
And all the work are done
As we are about to take a leap
Our memories together I will keep

There will be tears to cry
As we move on and bid goodbye
I know it will be hard to fly
Without you on my way up high

Thanks for the lift
That is a great gift
The jokes and your smile
Made me forget the pain for a while

Now is the time to take the crown
Don't face the world with a frown
Let them see your smiling face
And dancewith them with grace

When all of today's work are done
It  doesn't mean our freindship is gone
I hope someday you'll be fine
You'll realize that  . . . 
Graduation is not Goodbye

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This Life's Mine To Live

Walking to work everyday,
Yeah I'll live my life this way.
Only for a while though,
Since someday, something else
Will make me smile; this I know,
Simply 'cause this life's mine to live.

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Do Not Quit

There is no reason to surrender, no reason at all
No reason to cry or regret after a rough fall
Life may tough as rock and a straight upward wall
Look at what you got, diamond is toughest of all

Sometimes the thing we are trying change or leave
The thing before our eyes we cannot see, for better
Seems the light from fat away than that on the sleeve
Sometimes it is so precious gold you wear as fetter

And what of that dream you left behind, what of that trash
You thought would only waste your mind, worthless
To your craving mind that saw all things as immediate cash
Fault not the dream, but how little work we did invest.

Fault not the journey that to a dead end seemingly led
The direction taken points to how well you prepared
Trash can become new gold or building blocks instead
For a palace, stairway, or vehicle where the vision dared

Do not surrender, do not give up, dare still to try
With one more blow the wall comes down, every leap
The muscle strengthened, preparing you to leap the sky
Dreams are work plans: without a tree no fruit we reap

Stick to it, roll up the sleeves, set stages of goals, commit
What we earn is the value of self, dividend from esteem
You are not alone, there is always that strong unseen spirit
He whose purpose is hidden in a rough diamond of dream

Why should you surrender, others lesser did it all before
And when you are quit and gone another will come still
And find your failure withered beside an opening door
And we will shake our head and scoff at such a fragile will  

Do not quit, surrender is a loser's option only for the dead
Rework the plan, steel the heart, and go for that distant goal
Each step brings it nearer, determination with vision wed
Shall guarantee victory, guarantee honor, for you the bell will toll. 

Diamonds may look like common stone, and rainbow broken light
Those who commit will often tire and feel they walk alone
But if we do not surrender, winners who take the eagle's flight
Will find a world to praise us, and rights to rest upon a throne.

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Fast Awake

Thank God for 7-27, when my son flew in
Life as it should be will forever begin
Charming little visions of how days are meant
To teach him as he shows me how life is spent

Listen to me now and read what I find so true
Words are like a beat that can start a groove
Bring the rhythm back to lift your spirits up
Don't worry too much because we all get stuck

My life seems to stop before it begins
Caught in another ever-recurring trend
Giving away every one of my previous wins
With Faith and company until my life ends

It's time now to be down again
Even faster than western winds
Life can run around, leave you in loop
Feeling that life needs one more scoop 
Tip the timer over, fall with the sand
Live for every second you possibly can

I will soon learn should luck turns up
I'm lost, backwards, and running amuck
Trying to regain what I thought I missed
Elusive, erratic and ending up like this

Never have I wanted to be other than here
Life in crystal-clear brings visions near
Capable are your dreams so easily achieved
All you have to do is work & truly believe

Look for a big picture in whatever you see
Never believe free, it offers no guarantee
Just sit back and listen to tales they tell
And make your own path but remember it well

Don't try to be so deep, just work to relax
Make life a story but include all the facts
Learn about yourself when you're at the mic
Work the crowd just to see what you're like

Life will soon be everything you need it to be
Proceed with sight don't let only destiny lead
You always have control in every step you take
Follow dreams today and always live fast awake

At times I don't know where this path would go
Like I'm hosting a show I've never seen before
Filling in the gaps, taking punches for others
Learning along the way what life really offers

It’s time now to be down again
Steps closer to an unknown end
Digging up dirt nearly burying yourself
At least the digging is good for health
Live your life now, stay until the very last
Live your life today as if it's already past

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Our Dream

My wife and I have a dream
to open a hair salon as a team

Some people think it will fail
going to start small then go full-scale

With a shampoo,haircut and blowdry
all we can is do give it a try

It wont be easy, but it wont be hard
I will be making a flyer and a business card

We have set the plan in action
waiting until we see their reaction

With all this red tape, you want to scream
but we can't give up,this is our dream

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The sirens wailed at company two,
The men dawned their gear without a clue.
Into the trucks,out the door they went,
They had to go where they had been sent.
They seen the glow from two blocks away,
They closed their eyes and began to pray.
God keep us safe as we fight this fire gone wild,
Please don't let it hurt,not one little child.
And if it should take me,please hold my families hand,
Let them know that I am in a better land.
I pray to you,dear heavenly father,
Let me go home to my wife and daughter.

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the Adolescent Christ

in the book of Luke there's a reference that's mentioned
a disclosure of the boy named Jesus and His future intentions
He had been chosen to wear the Jewish crown upon His head
and attend to  His Father business, a destiny spirit-led
the teenage boy Jesus, the Adolescent Christ
understood at an early age He had a true mission in life
born to the carpenter Joseph and the Virgin Mary
born in the city of Nazareth in abject poverty
an immaculate conception, born out of wed-lock
many could not perceive of the gift His parents had got

one day Jesus and His parents travelled out of town
but on the road back home, Jesus could not be found
His parents became frantic, they could not understand
that He would be in the temple fulfilling God's master plan
the Adolescent Christ was just trying to comprehend
His true purpose for being on earth among mere men
He was seeking the knowledge that which He needed to know
from whence He had came and where He was destined to go
He was appointed with a chosen destiny
and had a desire to know why He was given this activity

don't go about allowing society to put labels on you
don't allow anyone to tell you what you can not do
seek out your lineage and about your ancestors learn
then apply that knowledge to everything in life you need to discern
for you have been chosen just like the Adolescent Jesus Christ
remember God had a purpose for giving you life

as youths yourselves, you are in a precarious situation
not quite adults but needing your own sense of validation
walking a fine line between the young and the old
trying to be respectful with a desire to be bold
the Adolescent Christ, Jesus the boy king
determined to discover what His appointment did mean
and just like the teenagers of society today
searching, hoping and seeking to find their own way
with a craving to look beyond their own expectations
wanting to exceed their ancestors accumulations

just let the Lord God strengthen you and let Him be your guide
and like His son Jesus Christ, let the Holy Spirit in you reside
trust in Him, believe in Him and may your conduct be above board
discover your heritage and your destiny while doing the work of the  Lord

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U is for utilizing your God given towel of service

S is for serving God with a higher sense of purpose

H is for handing God your helpful hands to be used

E is for escorting His people into the anointed pews

R is for the righteous behavior that you always display

S is just for showing up each and every Sunday

USHERS those friendly faces you see when you enter into God's place

the door keepers of the church who always greet you with peace and grace

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Wire Giraffe

When I made this piece of art 
I realize it was to test my creative skill
Reviewing what I can do with wire part
Even when the part does not stay still

The swerving of wire
Hard to bend the way I wanted
Ended up hurting my hand and setting it on fire

Grinding my teeth to hide my pain that was what I intended
I realize how hard it is to bend things to make a shape
Removing ins and outs that is in consistent
After all the debate in my head I had a headache
For some reason I created an animal shape I felt content
Feelings ran in my mind that I was satisfied with my Art
Even when I felt tired and in dismay i did not part

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The Lamentation Over The Dead Christ

Michelangelo covered with the hood
Weeping tears as holding Christ, he stood
At the head of the man, who is the Lamb
That became the perfect sacrifice, the great I Am

Putting himself in Joseph of Arimathea's place
Helping Mary Magdalene and Mary Jesus' mother face
The tragedy, that they felt ended Jesus' race
His chance to be the Savior, sent to grace
The world with salvation and kingdom of love;
How each stroke of the hammer guided from above
Perfection of this work you desired for the Dove
When an error occured, you were not proud of

Gave this unfinished work away (to Antonio)
Who for a profit did sell the work for pay
Reconstruction by Tiberio Calcagni paved the way
For the look of the Florence Pieta' today

(The information that I got about this work said that Michelangelo used himself as a model 
for the hooded figure.  I could just see Michelangelo feeling the agony of the person when he 
put himself in their place.)

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GrandPa V.

A man's man, He'd been in the war,
saw many places not seen before.

Liked to work with His hands,
smoked a pipe and came from France.

Raced His horse on Sunday,
and used it to plow on Monday.

Liked to wear suits and hats,
but didn't like the neighbors cats.

He had built the first bus,
so school wouldn't be missed.

Made Me a toy barn when I was 3,
came to all My birthdays, just for Me !

Taught Me to work very hard,
didn't like people who turned to lard.

Stuck up for Me when I was a kid,
cared a lot when nobody did !

Had worked for the railroad,
up in Ashland where it's very cold.

Showed Me how to work with wood
and told Me how to dance with girls good.

Kept his car shiny and bright,
at 20 years old, it was a beautiful site.

He showed Me respect...
and told my studies not to neglect.

Loved Grace his wife,
and was with Her for life.

Helped to make Me a man,
and to be all that I can !

                                           By Perri R. Voge  for My GrandPa Voge, I miss him.

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Catholic Church derives all teaching authority from tradition
Doctrine has come down from Christ
This tradition preserved in written form in the “Bible”
Contains the principle truths of faith taught to the apostles by Christ

Inspired men  moved by Spirit of God commit these matters to writing in early Church
Short time after Christ’s Ascension, maybe within 20 years
The need to preserve thse truths in permanent form was recognized
Before any book was accepted as “authentic”

Authority of an Apostle was demanded by Peter’s companion
Similarly,  though Luke was a man who had not seen Christ
Book gained acceptance through St. Paul’s authority

The Church has protected and guarded these books
Which contained 
The revelations of Christ to His disciples
Their Testimony concerning Him

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Time and Work

Ecclesiastes 8:6NCV
There is a right time and a right way for everything.
John 6:27
Do not work for food that spoils, but for food that endures to eternal life.

We wonder sometimes with great worry about what time will bring. We must remember that 
God has given time to us as a gift. God was present at the beginning of time and He will be 
present at the end of time.

We cannot fear for the future because it is God's hand on eternity. It is you who dictates 
your time by the choices you make. We often feel there is not enough hours in the day to 
accomplish our tasks. We often feel there is never any time for ourselves. Remember to ask 
God to help you, and He will show you where and how to find the time.

God will put your mind at ease with time. Time is a gift, and everyday is yours. God wants 
you to live free and without worry of time. He will walk with us every step of the way every 

As all of us on Earth must work to sustain our lives here, we must also remember to work 
for our spiritual well being. Your relationship with God will provide you with the food for your 
spirit. The food for your spirit is a great variety such as wisdom, understanding, joy, peace, 
love, and patience. In this job you have only one boss and that is God. That is a great 
comfort in knowing you have such a great boss as God. This is a perfect side job, working to 
feed your spirit. Start your application process now by praying to God. He will surely hire 
you and your spirit will be fed.

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Sorry if I came here illegally

My country lacked opportunity

So this is how it had to be

Never took anything from you

Paid my taxes just like you

Society let the color of my skin in

But shamed my people and culture

I chased the American dream

As Americans wanted all my people to leave

I adapted to your culture

Your way of life

What more can I do

To say that I truly appreciate the red,white and blue

Thank you for reading. Visit for more poems and writings that I have written.

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Red, White and Blue

Is the land of the free
What it used to be
In it's current state
Do we wait and see
Do we continue to write words
For others to read
Or do we do something about it
And follow our lead
For things to be done
Things have to be said
Written down
And the aggrieved fed
People should stand
And declare their thoughts
With the promise of truth
For in the past we've been bought
The world has changed
From the forefathers time
Politics are different
In this world we find
Races are mixed
But we all are affected
It was not by magic
That they were elected
If they are voted in
We can vote them out
Gather together
And let your words shout
For they work for us
We don't work for them
With the write of a cross
Political condemn
The land of the free
Is all around
It is our flag
It is our ground
To be elected
Remember where you came from
Be what you were
And continue to be strong
For the votes were cast
You have to stay true
Do what you promised
For the Red, White and Blue

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God can bring all things together

Ezekiel was a prophet during Israel's time of oppression
he wept for his people, he wanted to end their suppression
as life has its  ups and downs and many things can't be understood
just pray for the strength of Father God to help you do all you should
and hold on to God's unchanging hands 
let Him brings things together for you to understand

in the valley of dry bones Ezekiel made a comment
he asked God can these dry bones be reconstituted
yes, The Lord replied, I can bring them back to life
for My power is omnipotent it has no struggle nor strife
God can bring all things together and He'll work on your behalf
He can handle all your problems with His rod and staff

the Lord is about goodness so seek Him every day
submit to His ways and will no matter what He says
it might not make much sense to you just follow His command
for God has the answer to everything, He has a master plan
He entered the valley of dry bones and gave the breath of life
He resurrected the dead like He did for His son Jesus Christ

God gave you a foundation of solid rock on which to stand
He gave you His mercy and grace and extended to you His righteous hands
He can bring things together for the greater good
He can  bring you a miracle like no other could
trust in Him, believe in Him and see the magnificence of His power
know that He can bring all things together even at your midnight hour
He spoke life back into those dry bones and infused them with The Spirit
He put flesh back on those dry bones and Ezekiel won't forget it

God can bring all things together like no other can
it's time for you to see the beauty of His master plan
He resurrected His son Jesus Christ
He offered mankind eternal life
Jesus' death was the justification
so mankind could again have eternal salvation
and with the power of His Heavenly Throne
He spoke life back into those dry bones
God can work out any problem with His righteous hands
God can bring all things together just because He can

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Where Are The Women Of Old?

Where are the women of old, those who knew how to please God,
Not with eloquent words or impressive deeds,
But those who knew the real work was founded on bended knees,
Because they knew it was going to take, not a religion,
But a relationship with a Mighty God to be the hearts of their families,
To cook those meals, to mend those clothes, to take care of the house, to be the spouse,
And the extended arm of their communities.

Where are the women, who could sing and moan those old spiritual hymns,
Like “Amazing Grace” and “Shine On Me”,
While cleaning those greens, and baking that macaroni and cheese,
That would make you drop to your knees, and that chicken fried so crisp,
Because it was mixed with these ingredients:  Faith, Hope, and Love.
“Precious Lord, Take My Hand” and “Guide Me Over Thy Great Jehovah”,
While mending those socks, and patching those holes, and piecing quilt on top of quilt. Each 
stitch gently sown in:  Faith, Hope, and Love.

Where are those women who would cover their children in prayer,
Every morning before sending them out the door,
And would give praise and glory to their Heavenly Father for keeping them safe,
As he led them end to the close of another day.
And those women who would give to their husbands, their due benevolence,
After the world  beat him down, reminding him in this house he wore a priestly crown, And 
his heart was safe with her.

Where are the women, I ask, who were the pillars of their communities,
Teaching the young women how the be chaste and not busy bodies,
Feeding the hunger, clothing the naked, and nursing the sick back to health,
Doing it all in the strength of her Lord, pleading Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
These women knew how to build their houses because they were wise.
These women are hidden treasures and much to be desired.

Where are the women of old, those who know how to please God,
Not with eloquent words or impressive deeds,
But those who know the real work is founded on bended knees,
Because you know it was going to take, not a religion,
But a relationship with a Mighty God to be the hearts of your families.
To cook those meals, to mend those clothes, to take care of the house, to be the spouse,
And the extended arm of your communities.

To be the Proverbs 31 woman that God has called you to be.


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he stands amid the dusted rays
of beams from smudged, windowed days
casting light on the words below
pressed flat upon papered page

he's been here since before sun up
stained and smelling of turpentine
surveying the thoughts he's pressed
quickly he hangs the page to dry

then re-inks the typeset laid to table
and inserts another piece to press
pulling at the screw-pressed platen
repeating process his labors express

his desire to enlighten the world
not just his neighbors informed to tell
ideas and thoughts carried on back
ancestors haunched with ink and quill

before them criers cried the street
events be known upon lips aloud
spreading ideas throughout the land
difficult to speak beyond the crowd

and unbeknownst to him and kind
someday in future ideas are spread
with something called electricity
through wires and waves on into head

to reach to you my heartfelt soul
ideas with emotions and feelings said
until now, thoughts sweetest aspirations
words spread like jam on slice of bread

words, like feelings toil quietly
carry your touch and feeling along
to distant lands and distant times to
give life's meaning, therefore prolong

what the publisher and writer wish
to convey to all able to read or hear
that thought, like life, is precious
held close at hand, the mind made clear

© Goode Guy 2011-08-09

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fishing with grandpa

Long trips we would take
As we awake another day
Grab our poles and head to the lake
For this is a day we surely have to make

My grandpa puts on his lucky hat
As I look at the map
So many places to fish
So we have supper on our dish

We head out on a sunny day
With no hurtful words to say
We start the boat up right away
With nothing but sun shinning our way

I take a seat by my grandpa as he drives
Smile as we reminisce about our lives
Yep just me and my grandpa on the lake today
And everything shall go our way

Come to a slow stop
I jump up as my pole drops
With a slight swing I cast my string
Waiting for the dinner bell to ring

Starring at my bobber with hope
Hours go by without a mope
Until finally I see a little action 
From my reel I feel traction

My line tightens up
As I smile and take a drink from my cup
My grandpa turns to me and smiles
“You got one there my child“?

I jump up and whip my pole to the air
As my grandpa looks at me in care
I finally hooked one
But my work isn’t done

Reel in slowly he says
As happy thoughts enter my head
Will this be my first catch
This fish is a perfect match

I finally reel in a big one
My work is done
With a smile on his face
He takes my picture just in case

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how can you claim?
when you lack an aim!
no aim means no name.

As streets without names,
indescribable to a damsel,
so your work becomes endless,
when at work you're aimless.
Even a lame with an aim,
quickly came and earned a name,
while many were maimed,
for daring life unarmed!

They thought of claiming fame,
but life got them tamed,
for not living with an aim,
in their struggle for fame!

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God is you

Go and make your God dance Then you can take his place Work hard, make people smile Fight for your dreams, Don't just "Let it be" Be awesome, as you should be.

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Do You Hold A Grudge

I knew of a "brother" who held a grudge.
From his position.  He wouldn't "budge."

When asked why he held this...
 against a certain person.
Having nothing to do with him. 
 He was certain!

The reason for this grudge...  
Is probably "silly" to many.
When asked for a good reason.  
There wasn't any.

He said; "I don't hold any 
kind of unforgiveness."
"What I do..."  "It's none of your business!"

"I don't hold a grudge and I
 want to be clear!"
"There are some people... 
 I wish weren't here!"

Are there people in your life 
who've been "shut out.?"
"Is this what being Christ' example is all about?

Living for Christ is not about who we "avoid."
If a life of Godliness is to be fully enjoyed.

We can make "excuses" to stay
 away from somebody.
This could be your brother.  
Neighbor.  Or anybody.

Christ gave his life and wants 
us to follow his rules...
He knows all about us....  And is never fooled!

May your life be filled with 
compassion for every soul.
In doing this...  You'll be made 
complete and whole!

Discover true freedom.  Leave any 
"grudges" in the past.
Enjoy true victory in Christ...  
And a peace that 'll last!

By Jim Pembeton

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No Way To Pay

No way to pay the bills!!

With little money from the job.

By taxes and debt, a freeman kneels.

To be like the flock, the mindless mob.

Awake!!  Oh slave, your labor to rob!

The tables have turned today!!

Working for ourselves, not a job.

We control the amount of our pay!

The rich and powerful chased by the mob.

It will soon be the taxman we'll rob.

Dec. 13,  2011.    English Quintain Contest

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Are You Going Through A Layoff

Going Through A Layoff???

Are you one who watches 
the nightly news?
And hear of the many jobs
 people will lose?

Does this news bring to your life 
much uncertainty?
Knowing that very soon… 
This could be a reality?

Are you one who’s filled with fear 
and apprehension?
Feeling the burden of stress 
and a lot of tension?

Perhaps you feel very discouraged 
and “distraught.”
Here’s a ”lesson” that needs
 to be taught!

Don’t allow yourself to worry about
 “how things are going.”
There’s a God in heaven that you 
need to be knowing!

He knows all about your layoff 
and every situation!
The love and peace he gives needs
 no explanation!

Everything that you need...  
Jesus does provide!
Worry?  Or Trust HIM?  
That’s for you to decide!

By Jim Pemberton

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Let another mouth praise
you . Instead of your own.
Just live your life and people
will know what type of person
that's living in the inner house.
Let another mouth praise you .
Instead of your own;and you
will find that they were watching 
you all the time.

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Never get enough sleep
or enough money.
The baby won't stop crying.
The bills are late again.
Go to work each day.
God knows I'm trying.
Can't grasp the concept of living.
But, I'm happy anyway.

Sanity's hard to keep
It's not even funny.
The wine bottle's always chilled.
I drink in my corner.
Trapped in the same hole
where morality is killed.
Sure sucks getting older.
But, none of it bears on my soul.

Can't ever make it on time
Why bother trying?
Cold rain sends chills down my spine,
Now my mother is calling.
An urge to hide away
tempts, still I decline.
Holding on to keep from falling
But, I'm smiling anyway.

Don't get along with my ex.
There's no denying
that life's always a struggle.
Hurts staying above.
Insane and dramatic
Issues to juggle
All the while I fell in love.
And this love keeps me ecstatic,

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The Atlas

The road to success is marked
with signposts of all those 
whose ordinary strength
were propelled by preternatural
to exceed certain familiar bounds
along its side.
The map to euphoria is outlined
with names of people
who painstakingly
pored over its natural contours
in their hot pursuit
for complete excellence
until they finally got there.
The journey to victory
is embarked upon by those
who in their quest for fame
and glory
abhorred every past discouragement
and defeat
and plodded on
with their torches of flames
before they accomplished 
peculiar feats.

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The Blessed Hands

I see the fields of a thousand years, Stretched before my eyes, And the hard work I've endured throughout those years, Seeing the fruits of my painstaking labor, That blood and sweat have produced. I've rid my fields of the hatred of the world, Held the bugs of disease at bay, Kept the rabbits of famine from reaching life, And squashed the snakes of drought, Watching day by day the evils dying, Withering away like the dust in my mind, Watching my life's work grow before my eyes. The pain that plagued my heart once, Is now lifting into the setting sun, Blowing off into the breeze of yester morn, Into the whistling ends of time. Towards the gates in the glorious heavens, That guide the lost souls of this world, With their mighty trumpets. My field is a reflection of my life, The perils I have faced day in and day out, And the hardships I have had to endure, Near to the brink of my own destruction, And the constant showers of tears, That once shrouded my blurry vision. I leave this world with this gift, To show them what can be accomplished, Through hard work and sacrifice. Things can be rewritten, Fate is not always the way it is meant to be, You must make it your destiny, Shape your own future, Or the crops of existence, Shall wither and die.

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"I am appalled," the administrator said
..."I am appalled by your recommendation."
yet utterly correct, it soon proved to be
for years anonymous, the implied accusation

Challenger "slipped the surly bonds of Earth"
and surely those scientific souls perished
to "Touch the face of God" was said henceforth
but always, in all ways, their memory cherished

Roger Boisjoly*, and a few who knew the truth
also, felt smacked-in-the-face by appalling
as guilt and horror were revealed through proof
let "only the facts speak" was the higher calling

when timetables are allowed to tip the scale 
without regard to even more profound losses
we could learn to let probable facts prevail 
and overrule overbearing bosses, whatever the cost is

foregoing of foretelling, is unfortunately compelling

© Goode Guy 2012-02-07

* pronounced: (Fr) Beaujolais

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Share each and every year.
They give their best.
They are motivated individuals,
Who have passed the test,
Which covers nobility, generosity, sincerity, and pride.
They lead us to the path of happiness and success,
With their hearts opened wide.
They guide the future to vast horizons,
With unselfish guidance.
The chief examples of patriotism,
Of living the American way,
Each and every day.

wrote 4-29-10

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Under Your Feet

Being one of the Lord’s Solder is not going to be easy.

There are a lot of battles you are going to go through.

The Devil will use your children, family, and Friend’s as a lie.

Like they can do with out you around, and you don’t need to work on yourself, you 
are fine.

You must know it is a lie.

Yes, they need you just not right now, because you need to work on yourself first 
and follow the Lord.

The Devil is not gone all the time he is right behind you and He may some of the 
time get right in front of you and challenges you.

So when the Devil tries to talk to you, know that God speaks louder and listens 

Anytime, ask God to help you and put the Devil under your feet,
Where He belongs…

Kimberly Hunter- McNiel

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A Christmas Miracle

I saw a hungry and homeless family and that wasn't fair.
I let them come to my house to share.
There was more than enough food for everyone.
We talked and sang and we had a lot of fun.
When we finished eating, they offered to work to pay.
I said no because nobody should work on Christmas day.
Seeing people down on their luck makes me very sad.
But I managed to find the father a job in the want ads.
Now they have a house and they're as happy as can be.
I'm glad that the help they needed came from me.

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Blue Collar Blues

I ain't got no money,
But I work my butt off,
Every single day.
I work so I can have a place to stay
All of the time, 
I work to get half of your dimes,
That you drop when you go down to flop.
Unlike you I never have time to watch the clock.
I got a degree that I don't use,
Because of the negligent leaders that you choose.
Unskilled labor aids the campaign.
You talk about me,
But you don't care to know my name.
I got skills:
But I have to pay the bills.
I want to be like you and cruise on a yacht.
I'm building what you bought.
I'm putting your house on a lot.
I'm scrubbing your pots.
I'm working as an indentured servant.
Hoping that I get what I'm deserving,
But for the time being: I'm slaving,
Dancing to my homemade tunes,
Complaining to colleagues, who are 
also on their knees praying for life
To get better, Singing strongly the 
Blue Collar Blues.

written 9-5-04
while still a college studenta

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the finest:: policemen

cops, narcs, the fuzz
they are called by a  variety of names
fearless brave men and women 
players in life's violent game
they put themselves in the line of fire
each and every day
trying to bring safety and peace 
to our lives in anyway
policemen and women 
standing on the front line
protectors of the innocent 
in the battle against crime
thank God for them
pray for them and their families too
the officers on the street
who wear the proud uniform of blue

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Go to the Ant

Go to the ant and learn (2x's)
Go to the ant, ant, ant
Go to the ant and learn-  (Chorus)

She digs her house down deep
She builds her house up high
And though she has no king
Her armies stay alive

In the summer she will reap
For the coming winter sky
She gathers everything
Her colonies survive


Consider all her ways
She's small but she expects
Her people stay as one
And she is strong and wise

So number all your days
Prepare for what comes next
And til everything is done
Let no sleep tempt your eyes

Go to the ant, ant, ant (3x's)
Go to the ant  


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To My Daughter

Jessica Lynn, this name we sat and often wondered upon to which we should give you. 
Its status of great popularity, Adding my own mothers name of venue. 
Your day of birth had come with much excitement in the air. 
A first born child to me, A cherished joy for all my family to share. 
Thru out your days of growing, You would draw so may laughs. 
From your charming personality, To those days you often imitated your big pap.
Animals seemed to adore you, Cats, Dogs, Horses, Rabbits and Hamsters you have owned. 
Many times you talked of being a veterinarian. So these animals always had a safe home. 
A nurturing personality I have always seen. 
That mothering sense around the young ones A caring protector you seemed to be. 
Now your growing older your teen years you have become. 
So many things have changed around you, Just remember you are still young. 
If there is one thing I can pass down to you, Advice that was given to me.
Life is what you make it, hard work will define your destiny. 
It’s not always going to be easy, And you must work hard toward those goals You wish to 
With a little parental guidance, further your education, Then your goals wont be as far away 
as they may have seemed.
Love Dad

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Equipped [Conversation With God] “ 3 His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. 4 Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature, having escaped the corruption in the world caused by evil desires.” 2 Pet 1:3-4 NIV I am equipped, dear Lord To carry out your will. I’ve been blessed with gifts in every way To work tirelessly for you still. I ask you to refresh my desire To work for you alone. I know You’ll never force me To lay my all at Your throne. It is my wish to please You And not live for my own desires. I ask you to keep me centred To escape the world’s corruption fires. I ask you to guard my heart And make me more discerning Of imminent worldly pitfalls Based on my own fleshly yearnings. My life is dedicated to Your cause A cause far greater than me. Preserve me from temptations; Other distractions with which to agree. I know that there’s nothing In this world that will last. For it’s coming to an end And that end’s looming fast. I don’t need wealth to feed my ego Or lusts to taint my temple and soul Rather I need Your example Of a life that was pure and whole. Help me keep my eyes on You— You and You alone. You’ve equipped me for heaven And eternity’s royal crown. Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue

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Quit Hating...I'm Fighting

You understand quite well,
My argument regarding,
Laxed community leaders 
In particular teachers.
You know for a fact,
That there is no fair treatment.
Quotas aren’t properly filled,
Maybe you jealous,
Because I have enough guts,
To write and speak up,
About our little ones, 
Living in defeat.
Because mom and dad,
Are barely making ends meat.
Our future is being faced,
Frequently with the ,
Enormously engaging
Street economy.
The similar sinful sanction,
As little seeds, 
We had to deal with constantly.
Whoa once we get a little,
Above the burger,
We want to point fingers,
That our people,
 Don’t work hard enough.
That others are going to out-accomplish us.
Thanks to you,
 A scornful laxed individual,
 They will.
Girl you forgot where you come from,
And just outright foolish and dumb.
Girl you forgot you came from the hood,
And the consistent regulation of radical racists
What in the world is wrong with you?
You didn’t work hard enough if you forgot.
I hope while you chewing the steak your teeth will rot.
While others that you were just like not too long ago,
Wish that they had what you got.
No pushing from your from your classroom.
Don’t want to teach past the level of Bloom’s.
Thanks to you another laxed teacher,
Our future is doomed.
Quit hating because I go hard,
All day everyday.
Because I ain’t forgot how mom, 
And dad struggled with us.
Dad working in day,
Mom working at night.
You darn right.
I’m going to fight,
Unlaxed education.
Fair quotas in the classroom,
So our children can relax and learn.
I will fight and encourage others,
Each day  I am alive,
While the world  turns.

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Resolve irreverently
Every violation of Godly law
Violence attending resistance
Others have failed
Let us succeed
Tyranical rule must be defeated

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Work Hard, Work Harder

Work hard, work harder, 
Work hard, work harder. 
Be strong, Get stronger. 
Be bold, Get bolder. 
Say so long to burdens,
On your shoulders.

wrote 6-2-10

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An Undercover Christian

During your life’s journeys,
 is there an ambition…
In becoming, (what others would call),
 an “undercover Christian?

Do you hide the “badge of the cross” 
under your sleeve?
When others approach you…  
Do you wish they’d leave?

You may not want anyone to know
 What you really believe.
What kind of answer… From you…
would others receive?

Would it be an answer of a Godly
 and faithful love?
In serving a God who reigns
 in the heavens above?

Could you give a reason for the faith
 in a savior’s saving power.
Can you be an example for Christ… 
This very hour???

Would there be any doubt of the God
 whom you serve?
Before someone can 
“throw you another curve?”

I pray, that as Christians,
 we can be very certain.
Of our faith in Christ…
before life’s final curtain

I pray that in us, others can see
Christ’ love in action
Following in his steps needs to be
 our daily reaction…

There’s no “undercover Christians”
serving the God that I know.
He’s looking for someone who’ll serve him
 in body, mind and soul…

Are you someone that God
 can truly depend?
Are you someone whom 
God can call;  “FRIEND?”

By Jim Pemberton 

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More Than Dreams

There are so many things to live life for.
It is always nice to keep an open door.
There’s so much to dream and hope for
Some dreams die but there’s always room for more

And it is nice always to keep an open door.
Let your heart and mind soar and be free.
Some dreams die but there’s always room for more.
Since life can give us more than dreams.

Let your heart and mind soar and be free.
And live your life the best you can.
Since life can give us more than dreams.
So work hard and make your dreams come true.

And live your life the best you can.
There’s so much to dream and hope for.
So work hard and make your dreams come true.
There are so many things to live life for.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


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Self Revlations-Tribulations

Self Revelations-Tribulations 

Lord I didn’t lose belief in you 
My intentions for not coming to your place or visiting your home
Was for I had consolations that had to come to understand on my own
I bare no doubt  into the pattern you place into my life
For you inputted a design that so unique 
I couldn’t mist what made you put so much work into me
I was shaking my head than yelling thank you lord
Scrubbing floor instead of chasing teen-age boys 
Trying to push forward by loving education 
Young woman trying to explore 
In my mine I thought I was being me 
Prayers begin to praise 
I’m saying not me stop glazing at me 
Don’t bawl heads down for me
Cover my face for they could see 
God shame, shame for me 
I aloud dark clouds to hover over me 
I believe in you so strongly
My morals they begin to shadow my beliefs
I did know there would be troubles along the way
I just didn’t know that my own family would take so much away 
I work so hard to rise 
I tried so hard individuals could see my eyes were getting so tried 
But they spoke to you because stranger new I was hiding me 
Working so hard to raise above the family you gave me 
Yes lord it hurt me to face reality 
I felt pain for so many days 
But you allowed me to sleep when times my haunted soul used to awake
I understand you give but than you have to take 
No mistakes I used a lie to console my mine 
My heart wanted to try 
Metaphor instill in me my mine strong my hearts just weak 
But you working on me 
Tears they have to come, hurt has to maintain  
But never lose faith in your lord saver name 

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To Teach

To teach is to touch
the mind of a child
when to others what's taught
sometimes seems mild

To teach is to touch
the heart of a child
to know it's all worth it
when one child has smiled

To teach is to touch
the life of a child
to hope as they grow
they won't be so wild

To teach is to touch
the warmth of a parent
so when they leave them
they can grin and bare it

To teach is to know
that we've done our best
to show these children love
and the way to success

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Inspired by life inspiration

So much time on my hands
Writing is best without any plans
I choose to be alone
I write of all I've know

My work my poems some kind of trail
My lies inspiration for words to bail
A woundmaybe that lies in the soul
Before today I never told

So much of life spent in thought
My words make poetry never bought
Reality is this work that I do
I know I have one just for you

Every mark made every word to say
Inspiration in my life remembered that day
In them go my heart and soul
My words they are writen with this goal

I word them all for your pleasure
These poems that I write are my treasure

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Writers block

When your stumped 
really really lost
imagine your dreams
taking off! Play hookey!
even a small break
really is all it takes
sends your mind soaring
back to a different place
let yourself relax
or indulge in a nap
calm yourself down
kick your fine!

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Quantum Leap

The evangelist
Appeared beside a chariot
And taught the eunuch.

He preached the gospel
And baptized the believer,
Then was whisked away...

(Remembering Philip)

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moving on up

we need to let go of that welfare mentality
and let God bless us with a new and positive reality
just start believing that we deserve to be blessed
believe that through God our testimony will progress
God will command a blessing just for you
and He will send it abundantly too
moving on up towards your prosperity
moving on up to claiming the victory

you what to go forward in life, to no longer be in the same tired rut
you need to get motivated, so just get up off your butt
there's got to be something better now that you're a child of the true King
it's time for you to move on up and reach out for that gold ring
and whenever I call on you, the Lord God did say
humble yourself before Me, from this very day
and with the words out of your mouth, watch what you speak
don't call misery down upon yourself, stop being mentally weak

when God removed the Israelites from Egypt's slavery hold
as the chosen generation, He expected to do as they were told
God was attempting to move them on up
trying to fulfill their spiritual cup
He moved a mountain for them, He divided a river in half
but the Israelites were unyielding and continued to walk a disobedient path
they would not shut up and let God work in their lives
so God smote them with a 40 year curse full of misery and strife

people tend to harbor a lot of minor and petty stuff
we need to get rid of the baggage in life so God can move us up
we tend to put frivolous things and issues first in our minds
unable to see the real treasures that are hidden behind
and whenever God calls on us with a blessing or an anointing
we tend  undermine, hinder and underestimate our appointing
we need to stop walking around mumbling, moaning and groaning
we need to start doing some praying, fasting and atoning
believe that the Lord God can do the impossible
let Him give you a blessing and just trust in His gospel

God's work will be done, for He will make a way
God will bless you if you just shut up and learn to obey
don't get caught up in yourself , just have faith in His word
forget what the world has to say, forget the negative things that you've heard
moving on up with Father God at your back
moving on up towards prosperity on the right spiritual track

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take it back.

Sunny sky's 
            dark nights,
                       forbidden love 
                              and the hearts bite.
the mighty dollar,
            middle class,
                      pay check to pay check,
                                thee unheard laughs.
from 58' to 08'
             time not on your side,
                         wanting and needing,
                                 timeless tears quick to hide.
love a word forgotten,
              three years of marriage
                            was it all for nothing?
                                      todays love sits lost in a carnage.
smile for all mask needs one
                laugh for that's truly all you own,
                             like for love... you don't know 
                                         then repeat thats what's shown,
remove it all for one moment,
                 remember when own it,
                               your not all that you have are want,
                                            you are letting it slip.
this isn't what you wanted,
                   as a child happiness was your goal,
                                 a walk, a talk, a friend simple enough?
                                            the world has you...but not your soul. is it worth it?
                  do we leave wishing  we lived?
                                  is this our journey or their way?
                                            smile love and remember... to live.

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So much time on my hands
Writing is best without any plans
I choose to be alone
I write of all I've know

My work my poems some kind of trail
My lies inspiration for words to bail
A woundmaybe that lies in the soul
Before today I never told

So much of life spent in thought
My words make poetry never bought
Reality is this work that I do
I know I have one just for you

Every mark made every word to say
Inspiration in my life remembered that day
In them go my heart and soul
My words they are writen with this goal

I word them all for your pleasure
These poems that I write are my treasure

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Cycle of Love

One minute you say you love me..
The next minute your griping and yelling.

Within an hour we start talking and stop bickering.
Then at the end of the day you come home and start your clamoring.

A week goes on and we don't speak.
I ponder to myself quietly that this marriage is looking very bleak.

The weekend is here and you seem placid.
I start the conversation and we begin chatting.

The weekend went wonderfully as we stepped out for the night.
Then the date ended sourly, I got lost and that starts a fight.

Several weeks go by and I barely see or spend time with you.
When you do come home from work, why do we always argue?

Our anniversary comes and, we celebrate sixteen up and down years.
Though through it all, our love will endeavor even through the tears.

Marriage is an everyday work in progress..
But, if we work together we will get through the rest.

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I give God the praise;
You are fearfully and wonderfully made.
In the womb by Him you were knit and tied.
You are His work I can tell.  
Astonishing!  I know full well
He even created who you are deep inside-

For His image and His likeness you were given,
You are the work of His hands,
So wonderful.
In your soul He breathed His life and now you're living,
And with salvation
You are meek and beautiful.

On the day that you were made,
There in the secret place
Your frame was not hidden from Him.
God saw you yet unformed,
And even before you were born,
All the days of your life He ordained them.

And how precious are His thoughts concerning you!
How vast is the sum of them!  They're more than a few.
Countless as the grains of sand, His words fall like dew
Every morning when He approaches with mercies ever new-

You He will awake,
For He delights in whom He has made
And crowned with glory and honor.
He makes much ado
About beautiful you,
For you're His child and He's your Father.

Psalm 139:14

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Wages of Sin

All sins committed past, present, and future,
Were each paid for on the cross, by the Son.
He purchased each of us from the bondage of sin.
He was judged, the work has already been done.

We are each born spiritually dead to God,
At physical birth, as we take our first breath.
Born with a sin nature, temptating each to sin.
Adam’s fall caused this spiritual death.

Spiritual death can be overcome by one and all,
By simply believing in the Lord, Jesus Christ.
With faith in Him, you will be spiritually reborn;
Not by works, as His work on the cross sufficed.

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Jesus is coming so fall to your knees 
and cry out to The One who can hear all the pleas
of a broken heart and a troubled spirit
which He's quick to heal if we let Him near it.
Our Father in heaven is calling to any who will hear 
that today is the day of salvation and our redemption is near
if we will only open up our hearts so He can come in 
and begin the work of changing us into the image of Him
So if you hear God calling out to you 
but you're not exactly sure what you should do,
think about The One they say the Jews crucified
and know; without His own consent, He wouldn't have died,
because He is God who came in the form of man
to fulfill the greatest part of His divine plan;
with power over life and death given only to Him,
He could choose to lay down His life...and take it up again.
He poured out His blood to buy us back from hell
which our father Adam sold us to on the day that he fell.
He cried,"It is finished." while He hung on the cross
because The Way had been opened to redeem all the lost.
The Day is coming and the Hour is near 
when all the world will know what it is to fear
the wrath of God towards those on the earth
who have laid up their treasure in things of no worth;
having turned their backs on the God of mercy and love,
will find there is no place for them in heaven above.
God gave His Holy Spirit to us; to comfort and teach
and fill us with His power so we could go out and preach 
about the Blood of The Lamb which can cleanse us from all sin 
while the power of His Spirit keeps us from walking therein.
He loves us so much, He wants no one to perish
into the awful pit of hell where none will cherish
the wonderful work our Father in heaven has done
through the awesome grace and mercy of Jesus Christ, His Son.
Holy,Holy,Holy is the Mighty Lord of hosts
of Whose righteousness no one can claim or boast,
for it is only by grace through faith that we can stand
before the Great and Terrible God who holds the world in His hand.
All our own righteousness is as a filthy rag
before the righteousness of God so none can brag
about the good deeds they've done in the field
because on the Day of Judgment all will be revealed.
Glory be to God; the Father, Son, and Spirit,
Who chose to come down to this cursed earth and heal it
from the curse of Satan which was laid on us all
since that fateful day in Eden... when Adam took the fall.

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Back To School {Lanterne}

                                                   timing tables

Remember almost back to school
Watch those darting children

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the journeys of Paul

did you ever wonder 
about the journeys of Paul?
the thousands of miles he travelled, 
It was a major haul
at a time when there were 
no jets, helicopters or airplanes
no means to travel 
by cars, motorcycles or even on trains

but Paul was a true servant , 
so on and on he did go
doing the Lord's work 
which upon him were bestowed
he was trying to disseminate
hoping to eliminate
the opposition and dissent ion
on his Gospel mission
he confronted many dangers
encountered new towns and strangers
sleeping in mangers and stable
no luxury to even eat at a table
walking for miles on end
never knowing when
how long his trek would continue
as he traversed from venue to venue

do you think that you could survive
what Paul had endured?
carrying out the works that
the Lord God had foresaw
to do what Paul had did 
and live to tell the tale
not many of us today
could have accomplished it as well

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Tap the sap while it's young.
A tap here a tap there keeps 
the sap in place.Trust me
the branch will not break.
Tapping the sap helps it not to
stray far away from the teachings.

Tap the sap while it's young.
So the tree can be healthy and
strong lacking nothing.

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My Son's Day

Never was I so proud of him
as I was upon that day
when he stood up on his own
and drove the competitors away.
It showed, the work paid off
and his efforts not in vain.
My son had proven to his dad
that he could work through pain.
You see, there was a time
when, he was pushed around.
The bullies had a field day
and knocked him to the ground.
I am thankful that he took his time
and he did not try to race.
Because of all his patience
he was able to take first place.
Now, when he walks out his door
full of glory and of pride
he knows that he can kick their butts
and from those bullies he won’t hide.
So he again has proven
he could stand and take the foes.
I am proud and awful thankful
He had studied Tae Kwon Doe.

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O Lord, You are our Father
We are the clay; You are the Potter
We are the work of Your hand
So mold us and shape us 
In Your perfect plan 	   (Chorus)

In the middle of Your wheel
We're yielded and still
To be vessels of mercy
Lord You make us worthy
In Your blaze of fiery wind
Purge us free from sin
To be vessels of honor
Filled with your living water


Make the broken new again
Sanctify and bring them in
To be vessels in His church
Prepared for every good work
And meet for the Master's use
Vessels bring Him forth much fruit
Prepare for His glory
Make known Your riches of glory - !

O Lord, You are our Father
We are the clay; You are the Potter
We are the work of Your hand
So mold us and shape us 
In Your perfect plan 	   (Chorus)

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Cry it all out .shout if you have 
to.Covering up will continue 
the vicious cycle of denial.

Cry it all out. You've survive the
experience; and yes it was horr-

Crying is a washing of the 
soul . So  allow Jesus to make
you whole. He loves you with
a ever lasting love that sent 
from up above.

Cry it all out.So Jesus can heal
your soul.

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Children in the Marketplace

Will it be the actors?
Will it be the singers?
Or will it be the dancers
Who bring the Gospel 
With a twist?
Or will it be the pastors,
The apostles and the prophets,
The teachers and evangelists?

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Two Halves (A Whole)

Love is very simple
It’s an easy thing to do
What’s difficult is trusting
As that’s when love is true

Giving of one’s self to someone
Is in itself, reward
Truly, though, to make it great
You must find shared accord

See, work things through together
If it’s as one, then one shall be
So, reach out to the other
Else the distance set’s you free

Distance isn’t physical
It’s the space that two permit
Grab now, the relationship
To make your two lives fit

It’s all communication
In the things we say and do
So work it out, talk it out
Speak of what’s in you

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the bravest:: firemen

anybody with any sense is just trying to get out
a building is on fire and the smoke is pouring out
but the ones they call the bravest are simply rushing in
to save the life of anyone who is still trapped within

firemen to them it's not just a nine to five
unselfish and dedicated men and women who put their lives on the line
it seems crazy to me that  they willingly put themselves in harm's way
firemen a bunch of nuts, but i thank God for them every day

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Awake, O' children of zion.Purpose and destiny is waiting on thee.
Awake,awake out of the slumber of your sleep and shake the dust off your feet.  
Awake, my child of zion the zeal of the Lord has gotten into thee.
Awake,my little ones.We must gird up and put our hands on the spiritual guns to 
build,and the guns that once killed.
Awake, Awake, O'children of zion.The kingdom conquering has begun.
Awake,Awake,can't you see that the victory is already won?
So many degrees to everyone's destiny .
Victory is in the hand of all our destinies.
Awake, Awake, and again I say awake.
Time must run.Run, Run, because time has already begun.
Awake,Awake, the word of God had spread to all points east.
Awake,Awake,because north,south and west also has the  411 and the 222.
this is where salvation is won.
Awake,the work was already in your destiny.

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Itches are like fleas. Always trying to bother me. Itches,they are so confused not 
knowing what to do. So they will continue to bother you.

Itches like to fuss and fight . They find this  type activity a delight. Itches become 
blue when they can't get next to you. Itches come in many different degrees, 
bringing discord among the saints and the ain'ts.

There is no specific shape, size or color.There's no reason or rhyme to their 
madness. The ultimate goal is to bring confusion and sadness.

An itch could be me and it could be you .You don't have to be a female to know 
this is true.An itch can never be satisfied at anyones's happiness(that abides 

An itch has a job to do and that's to bother you.Take your pick at which type of itch 
it will be emotionally,financially,it's just a start you see.Itches range from A to Z, 
but when you pick your itch, choose carefully.

Itches don;t come to stay, they go away and come another day.Itches come to 
make you pray .The more you pray determines the stay. So, pray away your itch 
today so you can grow and be on you way.

Complaining about an itch will make you blue and others  around  you.You know 
what to do so don't allow the itch to control you.

You know that the itch has a job to do, so don't do you ! Pray through!

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The world, on axis, spins and spins
As life, then too, does twirl
We’re always in a state of flux
Upon this changing world
No, nothing remains constant
As we’d like so to believe
So we must keep up with the change
And not be so deceived
We must address each day, eyes open
Be willing to then learn
That life, the ever changing work of God
Has rewards, of which we earn
So, work real hard to gain the prize
Sit not still and hope for best
But rather, use your talents to
Share and feel then blessed
The world that goes on spinning by
Will spin, but so will you
If keeping with the speed of things
You’ll do great at what you do

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My eyes search

When I seek direction, my eyes search for You, Lord
As I stumble and fall, my eyes search for You, Lord

You are always there to lift me, from whence I fall
Lord, You gently yet firmly guide me

Though I know not what tomorrow brings
I live in anticipation knowing You are in control

For life is a great journey, with excitement
As well as hard times

Yet nothing falls short of Your plan
For my benefit for You are forever faithful

You make all things work for good
To those that trust in You

‘Round every corner You plant a blessing
I, as Your child, do not go without

Some blessings require work to receive, but nothing
I am not able to do, according to Your will

When I am loved by no one else on this earth
I know that I am loved by You

That’s why my eyes search for You, Lord.
They always search for You.

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Show Time

Show up.
Show me
Show out

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Loving you was something I chose to do; not something I was  forced to do but  
because you willfilly with great intentions and lots of love extentions to release 
past tensions of a love that did not last.

Never asking you to rehearse the past, only hoping that this love I have for you  
will last and heal your painful past.

Loving you for you and not what you do, but in loving you with observation has 
caused me to have reservations that has ceased a lot of my temptations.

Yeah,loving you was something you could not see,due to your snotty attitudes 
you have displayed to me.Loving you was something I wanted to do;but now I'm 
crying the blues in the midst of giving my love to you. Although I thought we gelled 
together like glue.

Loving you without all those attitudes has become very hard for me, loving you, 
you see;loving you brought me to a new horizon  with no surprises that I love 
you.Take the chance of the romance becoming a nuisance. 

loving you is like dead weight that I hate. Don't get me wrong ,the love I have for 
you is long and strong . It's just waiting for you to break; that has given me a 
terrible headache.

Maybe your painful past is something you want to last .What I have to say is have 
a blast  being stuck in your painful past. Time is a precious commodity and I 
don't plan on wasting anymore time on thee.I must see what the next horizon 
may bring.Without you in my life ,I will survive you see because loving you was 
something I wanted to do and was not forced to do.

Loving you  has caused me misery that has  to end .Loving you shouldn't have to 
be blue. Although I'm blue, I still love you . If you want the next relationship to 
last,give up the love lost of the past.

Loving you  was something I wanted to do.   

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The day will come when I can sleep late and write my own paycheck.I won't have 
to hesitate about calling in stating that I'll be a little late.

The day will come when I won't have to listen to conversations of a late night 
rendezvous and who's scheming who and what will they do.When they find out 
about boo...Theday will come. I won't have to deal with the workplace being 
divided into various cliques.Cliques  A and B means you're okay and you're on on 
your way .C and D mean you're just a body for a rotating position that will soon 

The day will come I won't have to work filled with frustration inside. While the 
children go by the wayside. They're in the box for a variety of dysfunctions. A pill 
here a pill there ... There are pills everywhere.

The treatment plan is to keep you here.Without the kids where would the money 
come from? It's a funny thing when people talk about that thing called money. 
The day will come when I can thank the employers for giving me a drive to do 
better for myself. Working for the man won't bring wealth.

The day will come when I can go into any store and I won't have to shop on  a 
clearance rack. The day will come when I can sow seeds back into the 
community that help raise me. The day will come where the sky is the limit to all 
of the possibilities that my mind can conceive. The day will come .That day is 
now . The day is here.

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Don't look down on me
when you don't have a born again degree.
Don't look down on me when you have not accepted Thee.
Looking down on me minimizes your destiny.
I'm delivered and set free .
There's no more chains binding me .
Looking down on me when you are spiritually blind and silly as can be and not 
free.Open your heart to Thee and watch you'll see.You can be free just like 
me.Looking, laughing and lifted,thanking Thee for the delivery of this great 
salvation down the road called life.When someone looks down on you ask,"Do 
you have  a BA degree?"And state in a fast rate .Don't look down on me when 
your problems are doubling up and you are down in the dumps.
Deliverance is truly free if you are willing to accept Thee.Looking down on me is 
not the way to be,because you can't mimize my destiny.Don't look down on me 
because I'm on my way to be all what God has for me in this salvation of his 
wonderful army.
Looking down at me, I look up at you ...praying that you will realize all the potential 
inside of you.I spread it worldwide ;this is what you are meant to do.
I look up,live and speak life to the inner parts of your soul so you will know that 
there's so much room to grow. Growing is knowing that salvation is right.You see 
no one can look down on you or me , because we both have great destinies. 

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The repeat offender sometimes wonder back yonder;the fonder memories of 
many moments of meditating to manipulate as well as dominate the  offenses 
committed against thee.

"To thee and only  thee have I sinned against." I the repeat offender ,at times 
ponders why. Why can I not get it together ? A' huh Yes, I'm the repeat offender 
who mind wonders about the day of conquer. Again, I say again today I repeat the 
offense with so much intense, the sin of offense is so grest .This is how the 
repeat offender operates.

Was the repeat offender a the perpetual praiser?What has you repeating the 
offense? Repent! Rewind and Redo.

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I work with the dogs in the dirt .Sun up, sun down and man do I hurt due to 
working with the dogs in the dirt. Will  there ever be a break for me?I'm not talking 
about the fantasy of hitting the New York State Lottery.

Working to pay the rent for this little tent is just insane. I know there's a better 
place to rest to digest this thing called life.

Living for the day that both of my ends meet.Then I can be a blessing to the less 
without any mess from the stress of those you know.

Working with the dogs in the dirt has causes me many hurts that fertilized the 
growth potential, making me a powerful woman, you see. Working through the 
mess has really caused me to be bless. Yes there  will be stress that will cause 
you to think you're not bless by the best.But after the stresse there's plenty of 
rest,so  you can pass the next test.

So work with the dogs in the dirt,because afer the pain ,there's so much gain in 
so many ways you see; and not in material things and money.It may seem kind 
of funny. I like being apart of God's wonderful army

So work with the dogs in the dirt.So what, you got hurt .There's a healing that will 
cause a spiritual building in the inner  man; it's all a part of God's strategy plan to 
defeat the enemy.

Come on and be a part of God's wonderful army. So work with the dogs in the