Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms
And for a moment I'm lost
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love
And there you are - holding it
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then -
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
W O M E N
Wicked!Witty and Weary!
MEN describe us,
Warm Hearted creatures!
Willing,in all chores we do!
Objection to their rules.
Yet we're Open minded!
in all that we do!
They blame us!
forgetting that for Tango takes two!
OF Manhood!their vision,
But Nooo !Its not true!
to You, You and You
We all wear identical tattoo!
But that's so untrue.
that's us WOMEN!
always a stone in their shoe.
Mistaken they are!
hopeless without US,
they don't have a clue.
We're Neat and well Organized,
Nice all the way.
Naughty-they like us,
needless to say!
Women-What are we to Men?
We're their Companions,their Friends,
their Mothers,Sisters or Lovers,
their Wives,their Daughters,
their Other Half!
WE'RE WOMEN-TO MEN :-) -CHARMA
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2009
Three sisters - two as lovely as the dawn,
the third, a travesty of face and form.
And we - a trio of fine gentlemen,
(to all but former flames, who'd disagree)
Like Musketeers, we fellows made a set -
one for us all and all of us for one!
So too, these ladies, we learned with dismay,
which left us with no choice but to draw lots.
Good manners and good breeding tantamount,
we chose three cards and tossed them in a hat -
two Queens and one that we had scratched to white,
(for ugly girls deserve respect, as well)
Sometimes you are the plow, sometimes the ox
and I, a beast of burden soon became...
The first man pulled a heart, the next, a spade
but last to choose - alas! I drew a blank!
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2016
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,
Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...
These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken
Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"
Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013
They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.
Down the Missouri they traveled,
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end.
©2013 Honestly JT
Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013
Some people try
To figure us out.
We sensitive men
Who wander about
Making living with pen.
In lives filled with goals
And family and friends.
All taken in stride,
In the tone of our voice
The words of our choice
The songs that we sing
We are gentlemen.
With rarely the build
Of a Hollywood star
Boxer or Olympian,
Still, we maintain
Solid good health.
Cook and attend
Opera or shoot
At the range,
With a friend.
All taken in stride,
In the time that we give
The fire in our eyes
Our soft spoken ways
And honest dignity.
We are gentlemen.
On any given day
We walk dogs in the park
Enjoy Handel, Mozart
With minimal need
For profane tirade,
We shuffle about.
With kids by our side
All taken in stride,
In loyal devotion
Lives that we lead
Laws that we heed
We are gentlemen.
© Michael Wegman 2014
Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014
We're grouped together ready to party
just standing around waiting for the coach.
Not a stag do exactly, just us men.
Before you ask, it wasn't fancy dress.
A football Friday night out for a drink,
one or two, possibly looking for sex.
I certainly wasn't looking for sex,
no women allowed in this lad’s party.
Tam who’s just arrived is getting a drink,
he’s our mate and first team footballing coach.
Back from a wedding rehearsal; full dress.
So he’ll be glad; being back amongst the men.
We arrive at a pub heaving with men;
just a handful of the opposite sex.
God knows who came up with this shit address.
It isn’t lively enough to party.
We agree that we’ll get back on the coach,
however, Tam bought us all one more drink.
At the next pub I get the lads a drink,
‘Okay,’ I say to them, ‘It’s my round, men,’
and hand three pints of lager to the coach.
My thoughts absentmindedly turn to sex,
when I look towards a crowded hen party
and see a girl in a skimpy red dress.
‘Check out the girl, in the little red dress,’
I say to Liam, passing him his drink.
‘I’d love to get an invite to that party.’
‘Aye well, you, me, and the rest of the men;
thoaght you wurny interested in sex?’
he says, as we watch her approach the coach.
It’s half past two; the last round’s on the coach.
He’s fondling the girl, his hands up her dress.
‘Jesus man, go outside if you want sex,’
I say, ‘It’s your round; last orders for drink.
I’ll be up there with the rest of the men.’
The bar closes; it’s the end of the party.
I board the coach with the rest of the men.
It was a good party, plenty to drink,
and Tam’s having sex wearing the red dress.
Copyright © John Prior | Year Posted 2014
I’m not the kind of person I need to be!
There’s too many problems inside of me!
I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know…
I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul!
I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress!
Lately, my life has been one big mess!
I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend.
You listen to me now…
But may never see me again!
I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain!
I wake up some days,
and don’t even know my name!
I may not be the kind of person you’d
want to be around.
I may get discouraged, and “get you down.”
I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance…
I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance!
I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer!
I know that God listens! And is always there!
Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free!
May it be your love that others will see!
Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend!
You’re someone that this person can always depend!
I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be!
That’s why I need more of HIM!
And LESS of me!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
The feeling of getting rocked for the first time is
like losing your virginity. How I rise from the producers
decides if I like going down or hate getting up.
Yeah, they saw it. Eyes on me. The ubiquitous
air is still hear. My ascetic body
still functions on this field of men.
Fighting for friends, flying around full speed.
Go! Go! Go! Epitomizes our support.
The brain yells stop, but the heart whispers fight.
Hard work minus teamwork equals intact pants.
Hard work plus teamwork squared equals a smile.
Perspiration in the eye, never felt better.
The weakest link of our chain better power up
because he who pays the piper will call this tune.
Turns out, I couldn’t cry over spilt milk, if it didn’t spill.
As celebratory we were, we endeavor to looked opportunity
in the eye and purloin her work clothes,
before she is out of sight and out of mind
Copyright © Darian Brown | Year Posted 2011
Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,
Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes
A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win
time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature
Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013
To share with a friend
A true common interest
Dialogue of men.
Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2008
Life is full of averse
Of course nobody wants to join life adverse
How I wish my life is an isle
At least there will be no one to arrange outrage in mind’s aisle
We walk in troupe
Yet within that troupe, others create a troop
A troop against me but I always elude
I can be specific but I chose to allude
Don’t attribute it to fear or panic
Just for the sake of being poetic
My heart is bedeviled by unknown attacks
Is it my paranoia? No, my mind can’t be one of my setbacks
I arranged my dreams in my mind’s pocket
Where from this pickpocket?
If brains had a code
Hackers would never go to vacation mode
Life is meaningless meaningful
Life is interesting sorrowful
Someone should give me ale
At least, to lessen my ail
Give me in excess, I want to be intoxicated
I can’t watch life whiles my eyes are naked
Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2015
Good GOD you're a pain
You crazy old fool!
Stop bending my brain
Oh yeah? Hate you too!
Don't you SAY that!
Call me one of those
I'll make your lip fat
Bust your skinny nose!...
Hey man, what's shakin'?
In the neighborhood
What's that you makin'?
Smells pretty good
Nope not too hungry
Gonna' rain I hear
Nah, wasn't angry
Got any beer?
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2012
...to Charlie Hebert, with respect and affection
Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway
he fusses and frets with his lie;
he's been here for ever commanding the links
ever since you and I were knee high.
Golf is his passion, he lives and he breathes
for the chance to play just one more round,
replacing his divots, observing the rules
and keeping his feet on the ground.
Always nattily dressed he is ready
to tee up and go for the green;
the young guns are anxious to unseat old Chuck,
but he's crafty, and wily, and mean!
It's the day of the championship and he is ready
to teach these young men how it's played;
at the turn he's ahead with a three under par,
he will show them how great shots are made.
On the final hole two men are tied for the lead,
they are edgy as each eyes the pin;
Jim misses his putt, it goes wide to the left,
and Charlie makes par for the win!
In the clubhouse they congratulate the old boy on his score,
he thanks them from the bottom of his heart;
here's to Charlie then, to bunkers and to bad lies and to rain,
to another shot at glory when he climbs aboard the cart!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2013
Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!
The Empty Rib Slot
I think I might have
A perfect checklist
Highlights from men
Gathered now missed
Yes special highlights
Each man carried some
Now added to my checklist
For a guy having it all in one
This could be the key to find
The man I’m dreaming of
Not with bits and pieces
One filled full of love
A man made for me
No it would be not
I should fit perfectly
Into an empty rib slot
Let me share this list
With every one of you
Then decide for yourself
If it could possibly be true
My first check comes from
This guy with dreamy eyes
He deeply touched my soul
Way more than ever realized
He even had a special smile
That made you want to grin
No matter if life was down
He encouraged me to win
There was the big hugger
With squeezes oh so tight
He lifted me off the floor
Like if I was taking flight
He never did grow tired
Of giving me those hugs
I never had to ask for them
He always did it out of love
Then there was the dancer
He stayed light on his feet
He loved dancing with me
Carrying rhythm and a beat
Now of course on this list
There certainly has to be
That best friend I count on
Who can also count on me
I am even going to count
The good points of quality
Generated from my brothers
And even from my daddy
From them they all carry
A very good temperament
Always being so easy going
Not looking for an argument
When I am nestled in that slot
With a perfect feel of passion
All of his glory will then shine
As it eludes from my reflection
The most important one of all
He who shares a spiritual side
Being spiritually open with me
Not allowing his beliefs to hide
I know how this all may sound
Like a crazy thing that I’ve got
I want the man I fit snuggly with
When I match his empty rib slot
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2013
LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER, BEAUTIFUL SISTER (DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER’S AND SISTER’S LOVE)
Early jungle makes me a desire
To be alone in the belly of our dear beautiful mother
Because our growing up is such and irony
Which made me rejoiced each moment this time
That wishes were never allowed to be rose
For men of wrong mind to buy
There in my childhood irony moment
We fought as if it is created share hatred
We wish for all except one that pays a little pain
For i held back from all
As all held back from me and other all
Indeed, people taught that our life is a share pain
A sore injury to the world of love
Because i loved each moment my brother bleed from our father’s hell
I went behind the scene to celebrate my goal
kindly, the moment is always become
As i happily shun and damn the future
... who did you think you are with my future
I sometimes ignorantly murmur as a child
In my little kingdom emptiness, i rejoice in the brothers pain
A little hatred of thee, a more love of me
I love each time i am loved alone
To hate thee by my blood and cause sheepishly i became and honour
As this irony grows into something still ironic
I wish my pain could allow my pen speak plain
To cry such an awesome deep and sore blood
At each moment the rain of thee bath me thoroughly
To see thee share all to have me clothed
To borrow from the enemy to have me homed
even to lose all from the gods to make sure that i have all from the goddess
The brother even stole to have me meal
More like the blood and doing of the mother, it shared abroad
As brothers all lie to have me protected
Much illiterate to make me the literate king
Oh bleed me death less i say this pain of love
Sisters risk of the night, the horror evil men to see a smile in this lips of mine
That i wish never remember the selfish boyhoodness
Ay! How i see my brother’s cry in his desolation
Not for him or for his little joy
But for the pain of a dear brother
To save all only to loose all to life a brother
Its pain of the ugly moment in a close death
It was determined and death paid of thee
But the brother and sister’s coming death
Woke brothers will up, sisters ghost down
I need to save my brother
Leave my life to save my brother
And take it once his breath is back
There the sacrifice of a dear brother made me desire
Never a child as this in my next world
Because you are a brother, a beautiful brother
A sister, very handsome sister that i hold dearest to my breath
And love dearest to my heart beat
Copyright © CHUKWU DABERECHI | Year Posted 2011
For many years... My life has been
Filled with hopelessness
Many things I thought I had enjoyed...
Have left in me... A large and empty void!
Many nights, I would
cry myself to sleep.
Knowing the hole my life was in,
was very, very deep.
Then one day, I called out to God!
I wasn’t sure if he’d listen!
My family, my old church,
I was now missin'.
My family prayed for me for so many years.
I often brought them embarrassment and tears.
God... I tried everything else...
I want to come back to you!
I need you now Jesus! I really do!
Please come into my heart,
and cleanse me within!
Set me free from all addictions and sin!
I know that you will never let go of my hand.
My whole life, on your word,
I shall now stand.
Only you can satisfy the emptiness in my soul!
I am now complete,
satisfied, and made whole!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
We have been waiting ohhh, sooo long and now my fellows the time
The sweet smell of cut grass IN the cool fall air triggers the feeling we
all know so well
Clashing giants on a 100 yard field, a sound so dearly adored
By ones that love the risk and fear, an excitement with fans in accord
And a manicured field, suitably crafted through hands of meticulous
Lines and numbers laid down upon grass, so green, so soft and supple
Upon those fields, teams do play with men giving their all for the cause
Sprinting so fast, hitting, slamming, driving all for ground that is gained
Bulldogs running with power and speed, rebellious ones defending their
goal line with greed
And the Gators ferociously trying to knock down the one that carries
the treasure around
All to the delight of a energetically, maddening, exuberant crowd
The Tide rolls in and the tide rolls out, delivering a brutal offensive
All to the tune of grunts and groans, with crackling of joints and the
breaking of bones
There are Commodores that fight to give the foe hell, with spirit and
pride all fanatics will hail
Wildcats clawing to reach the top, coming oh so close, only to be
Volunteers that strike fear in the enemy’s souls and gamecocks fighting
toward a day it can crow
Bengal tigers that run and pass with a great roar, Hawgs that root for 10
yards or more
A contest of strength and quickness and speed, crafty decisions made
by mentors that lead
The pounding of hearts that beat with pride, outpouring emotions none
For it runs within their blood with steam, those fitted in brilliant
uniforms of their teams
With full speed ahead these men follow their dreams, for a future in a
game fit their means
Those fans, Oh those fans, their banners they wave, with mascots and
colors for them to display
The fans gather before the contest begins, an intoxicating affair
among family and friends
The smell of grand cookouts drift though the air, titillating the senses
of everyone there
Ribs and Burger, prepared with such care which those that are cooking
will graciously share
And they will in the drink and delectable food, then sit and converse on
their confident mood
The fans live in the pride of their alma-mater In hopes that their team
will not falter
And that one day the ultimate prize will be found, and their team will
wear the SEC CROWN.
Copyright © David Pennington | Year Posted 2010
it was one of the darkest moments in His anointed life
when the Roman soldiers came to arrest Our Lord Jesus the Christ
divinity was unraveling the prophetic scripture to be fulfilled
Jesus betrayed and then deserted the night went silent and still
Jesus was One who was regarded as a gatherer of men
but at the midnight hour His disciples abandoned Him in the end
the journey towards brotherhood is not just about the good days
it's about a willingness to have each others back when life is not going your way
spiritual brotherhood was being tested the enemy now on patrol
the men of God had fallen asleep and the devil had taken control
a war is being waged today against the Living Body of Christ
yet our Christian brothers are asleep on the job unawake to deal with the devil's strife
we need to open our eyes we need to be alert and aware
on the journey towards brotherhood exercising cohesiveness, compassion and care
but the one time that Jeus needed to have His men around
they abandoned Him and forsaken Him and then went underground
every man for himself they left Jesus all alone
and as a result He was crucified and ascended to the heavenly throne
brothers don't abandon each other there's strength in togetherness and unity
have each others backs and then tell Satan to get behind thee
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2011
They used to frighten me
To be around old men
With their backs all bent
Their faces harsh to see
Time's ugly scars etched in
Freckled skin worn so thin.
Their white and thinning hair
And their extra large ears
They look sort of queer
With their bald heads a glare
And canes they use to stand
Held in old bony hands.
So, I spoke to one one day
And then while listening
With eyes a glistening
I was in utter dismay!
To hear the things he'd done
Of his battles lost and won!
We became real good friends
That wise old man and I
And long did I cry
When he met his end
Now, I'm no longer scared
Of old men everywhere!
It's a proper thing anyhow
That I no longer fear
When old men draw near
Because I live with one now
But we never speak, you see
Since that old man.... is me!
Timothy I. Brumley
Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010
Cattlemen in the evening sky
Who have gone to their by and by
Have been seen now and again
By those considered special friends.
Ridin' the stars and ropin' the moon
Making it easy as they zoom
Only one in a million times they miss
They're lassoing is very crisp.
Each helps the stars that's in the sky
So they may always stay up high
When they're not careful we lose a star
That once was seen from quite afar.
Now with the greenhorns they have fun
When they show each how it is done
Ridin' the stars and ropin' the moon
Making it easy as they zoom.
Copyright © Charles Reese | Year Posted 2007
Under the current
We peer through empty window
Of useless wishes
Surrounding our minds
Sunlight is setting on the horizon
And a new day, has begun.
And I feel it crawling
Warmth soaking into my skin
My eyes close
As I'm smiling and thinking of you
It's trying to tell me that
My love is waiting
So I fasten my pace
To head into a new direction
Later we are lying
Caught up in the moment
A silent fan
Spinning upon the window sil
We no longer linger our shadows
They have been blown away
And the silence is peaceful
But still I fear the madness
Of what's yet to come
Someone always crosses the line
Then the relationship turns spiteful.
Will it happen?
Or will it work
The biggest mystery
We always learn to late
Of possible failure
Still we try
Humans are so intriguing
Under the current
When a new love breaks out
And I feel it crawling
But I already know
Even though it's under the current
It's only a matter of time
Lets just enjoy it.
Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2013
What happened to all the young men?
And the young women too? Those ones get married.
But where have all the young men gone?
Have you not heard, have you not seen?
There is a war in the land.
Which war without the sound of guns, you might ask?
Economic war- the young men are economic warriors, fighting in far off lands; that is what most
I know, but where are our brightest and best?
Funny question- in wars you lose your best men first.
So, would they ever come back or are they the lost generation?
Copyright © Ugochukwu Okafor | Year Posted 2010
Lord I'm attached to this man.
I dont talk to nobody about this.
You the only one who understand.
He is a really nice guy.
We seem to have a lot in common.
I really really care for him.
I could even say I love him.
I want him. I dont want him.
He cares for me but dont want me.
I don't want him to want me or care for me.
It's a lot of confusion on my end.
Sometimes I get frustrated and go anti socail on men.
Even though it has nothing to do with men
but really has every thing to do with me.
I feel selfish because I dont want him with nobody else
BUT I dont want him with me either.
I feel crazy,Maybe I am
I fear that he may be a blessing that I will miss out on.
Right person at the wrong time
It seems like he has my heart and we JUST friends.
He dont know this. I dont want him to know this.
Nobody knows this but you Lord. Nobody!!
Just One night,strong connection with him
Lord please unattach me from this man.
I think about him all the time.
I'm just divorced,2 kids from the last guy,
want him not ready for him.
Its like want I him now vs not ready to be with ANYONE anytime soon.
It was just one night with him!!!Dam I hate him! Lord help me. Please give me strenth in the name of Jesus. Thanks for listening lord. I know you hear me. I love you.
(I just ask him to go to the movies today,what the hell was I thinking? I need to stay way from him. I like him too much. Pray for me)
Copyright © Christy Love | Year Posted 2013
we are all bound together by the Godly bonds of brotherhood
we are all the children of the Creator who is all perfect and good
we have always been His neighbors, we have always been His friends
for that was how He acknowledged man from the very beginning
God sent us an invitation that was full of forgiveness and grace
an offer of a philos love which He desired to put into place
a friendship, a fellowship, a pure love between men
the type of love that modern society can't seem to comprehend
it's not about a physical love, it's not about homosexuality
it's not the kind of love that will put one's manhood in jeopardy
it's about pure friendship, a genuine meeting of the minds
authentic relationships that are of the Christian kind
as men we need to stop being isolated and struggle alone in our pain
and not fall victim to alcohol and drugs in order to cope with the shame
as men we need to stop being so stressed
about the expectations that society on us has impressed
don't allow secular society to define the parameters of brotherly love
don't allow the world to besmirch that which was sent from God above
friendship is the flower found in the desolated deserts in life
friendship is the wine from the vine that is Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ, the Son of Man
who came to tell His Father's plan
He once told a parable about a Good Samaritan
the type of man that any would call a friend
someone who might not even know you at all
who would lift you up if you should ever fall
someone who would aid you and tend to your hurts
and not leave you lying all alone in the dirt
someone who would give you their last dime
or a part of their meal on which you could dine
Yet among today's young black men who call each other brother
they're the one who are more likely to abuse and kill each other
they have issues, they're angry, fed up and frustrated with life
trials, troubles, everyday is a struggle, every minute full of strife
they've been stripped of their dignity, their honor and the goals
living lives of violence which have gotten completely out of control
as Christians we must move beyond the church walls
and go into the neighborhoods
look beyond our religiosity and start doing the greater good
with sympathy and empathy for our fellow man
to give comfort and compassion as much and as often as we can
to be like the Good Samaritan and do whatever you have to do
to offer a brotherly love and friendship like Jesus did for you
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2008
A Man Of God?
Have you thought about the men of God of the Bible?
They chose to serve God and not a false idol!
Think about Enoch. His walk with God was pure.
A place for him in heaven was totally secure.
Think about Noah who was the only righteous man.
In spite of all the wickedness
throughout the land!
There was Moses who led God’s children.
He left Egypt, and God greatly blessed him!
There was Abraham who was called God’s friend.
God richly blessed him until the very end!
There was Isaac and Jacob and Joseph too!
Serving the true God was what they wanted to do!
There was Job who was holy and blameless!
His walk with God was holy and shameless!
There were many others that served God as well.
Their faith in God was what others could tell.
Are there some men of God in this land?
Those who aren’t ashamed,
and will take a Godly stand!
Are you one whom God can call his friend?
Are you one who God can truly depend?
I know that we have our many faults. God knows!
But he’s still looking for dedicated souls!
May you take this opportunity to serve God divine…
And serve him with your body, soul and mind!
May you give him your focus and attention…
And allow his spirit to point you into HIS direction!
May your faith be “rekindled” from deep within…
To be a man of God! Sold out and born again!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
Please tell me what you see.
Am I the lost and lonely?
Do you love me out of pity or do you see the real me?
I am alone and wondering if my love is real,
Or if you just know how I feel.
My feelings have got in the way.
I can't tell what day is today.
I cannot tell the truth from what you say.
I am being honest,
I solemnly promise.
I love you for what you do,
I love you through and through.
You have showed me from the start,
You have showed me what is in your heart.
You cannot fake life's fate,
You cannot blame life's shame.
We stand together, always and forever.
You are to me, my friend and lover
Always and forever.
Copyright © Deeana Valencia | Year Posted 2013
Through my downfall i got to keep my cake and eat it to by realizing how geniunine i was and would have been. Words are powerful and life seems to change less than the same words which explore it. A wise man once saw the worst of his succes and the best of his depression . He would sit by the pond in the park and wonder what a past it has been . As a boy he lived a life as a man, as a man he lived a life as a dead man. It would be an understatment to say he wasnt ambitious. Yet, a good man and a bad man are two men and perception is relative thus not much can be said because a deadman living is both good and bad. A books context can be designed in a second however, the saddest part is the pureness of that reality isnt worth a gram of salt b/c the eyes cant see it when the heart and existance can.
for the futire of all good men.
Copyright © Ace X | Year Posted 2012
God has blessed me with the company of mankind,
The gentleman that holds the door open for you,
The man that you share an educational class with,
A knight in shinning armour that cheers up your day,
The man you fell in love with and married,
Sons that are perfect gentleman and good fathers,
A man who loves you just the way you are,
Praise of fathers who are wise and always the greatest of friends,
The royal prince whose intelligent ways and good looks bless your day,
The leader that guides well with wisdom and power,
A man who is a companion and good friend,
The man who is an entertainer and woos you with song,
A man who dances into your life with his powerful athletism,
God's representions and benevolence to humanity.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz | Year Posted 2012