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Mother and Child

and she said Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams but today I live in my daughter's happiness All my goals I left behind to watch her reach her own All my friends I do not see,to stay with her at home Money might get tight,but what is money compared to pure joy of a child What is money compared to her almond eyes Success lies dormant on shelves for years to come But what is success compared to first giggles to first steps, first mouthfuls and her little grabs Compared to gurgles and babbles to first time she calls me mama and hold on to my hands What is beauty in the world compared to a pearl This innocent child,a coloured coral petite pretty girl Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams But today I live in my daughter's happiness I had my days of wine and chocolate eclaires roses on doorstep,unsigned love letters with spiced cologne and enticing words Today I live in my daughter's shadow To watch her live her own dream I watch her bloom in autumn gardens from princess of hearts become queen Tomorrow I will not be here She might not get to see the white of my hair the wrinkle in my smile But,today she knows I love her long more after petals wither long more after a mother's hug fades long after I shine from the sky.
Dedicated to my beloved Christina with love Happy first birthday wrapped with barney hugs and Winnie the pooh kisses :-$:-|B-)


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---And the Angel Looked On

"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write" - Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

"Remember..."
that was the last word he whispered before his eyes closed forever...
"Remember..."

I close my own eyes, bite my lower lip, 'til I taste tin, stone angel crying with me...
The wind sends chills through me, as the heavens threatened to weep
brown leaves skittering between my feet, seeking for shelter.
How I related to those leaves: dry...brittle...dead.

I look at the Angel that watches over him,imploring for answers, 
begging this Guardian to take pity on me, help me remember. 
She only looks at me, with tears in her eyes, her beautiful face
always looked enigmatic to me, for she was smiling...
and yet those tears hinted at sadness, 
seemingly reprimanding me with her look.
I bow my head in shame, and reach for her hands, 
but I only feel cold, hard stone...not unlike my heart

My throat catches, I can hardly breathe--
I loosen my grip, feeling it might burn this time
...from guilt, for forgetting...

I glance at her magnificent wings, and wished I had them, too,
if only to fly away, but my feet are stuck on the ground, 
with a heart buried in regret.

I whisper one word: "Sorry":spoken so softly, I think I only said it in my heart;
I say it louder, my body wracked with sobs, my heart bleeding crimson tears of anguish. 
I look at the Angel and notice something on her sash--
One pristine white feather lay there-a stark contrast to the moss covered stone.
I take the feather, notice wordings etched on the sash--and scraped off moss, 
Tennyson's words go straight to my heart...
" 'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."

The memories come back like a flash flood, assaulting me, bringing me back to that day.
He told me he had an angel carved to be with him at his grave, 
since I, his angel, couldn't always be there for him. And that he understood, 
that it was okay. I shrugged it off, told him I love him forever.
I still do, that's why it shamed me that I also love another now.

Seeing those words, I felt such a sense of peace, like he was embracing me, 
smoothing out my hair like he used to, telling me it was all right. 
I blink back tears, and say "Thank you" this time...I hug the Angel and I felt warm.
Drizzle and sunlight bounced off each other as I walked away. 
I turn my head around to his grave
--and the Angel looked on with a smile.


Constance's Angels in Cemeteries contest
 June 18, 2011


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The Devil's Tide

I looked up at a silver moon 
Peering through a cloud of misty gloom 
As we sailed across the Atlantic Sea 
That fateful night in June 
 
And as I stood upon the bow 
A furrow crossed my troubled brow 
When I saw a dying star fall from the sky 
As the wind out of the north 
Began to cry 
 
'Twas then with fearful heart 
I came at last to realize 
That we were sailing 
On a wave of ill-tidings 
Known as 'The Devil's Tide' 
 
For no omen of the sea 
Brought more fear than thee 
A fallen star -  a silver moon 
Together in the month of June 
If legend true would surely bring us doom 
 
So with no trace of land in sight 
We sailed onward through the night
I -  the Captain 'Louie Lou' 
With my faithful crew 
Aboard the 3 mast schooner 'Angel - of the Blue' 
On canvas wings we flew 
Upon the wailing wind that blew 
 
Then suddenly a hush of malaise 
Crushed the summer night
Filling all the crew with dreadful fright 
As all the stars in heaven lost their light 
And the silver moon dipped completely out of sight 
Leaving us to drift without guidance 
To our unknown plight 
 
An eerie sound began to roll out of the west 
Growing louder and louder as we held our breath 
Until it was upon us and the ship began rise 
As we looked in horror into the Devil's eye 
As the Angel of the Blue began to fly 
Up the Devil's breast she climbed 20 fathoms high 
 
One by one the Angel's wings were torn away 
As she fought to save us from the Devil's rage 
Screams of horror falling from her timber sides 
As the crew fell into the Devil's tide 
 
And I -  tethered to the helm -  watched them die 
As we climbed even higher into the Devil's eye 
And as the Angel's body creaked and cracked
We finally scaled the crest and rode upon the Devil's back
Just before I fainted and my world went black 
 
I woke up in the morning high on a mountain side 
Never knowing just how I had survived 
knowing only that my Angel and my crew had died 
 
~~~ 
 
Many years have come and gone since then 
And I am forever haunted by each and every one of them 
My faithful crew and my mighty 'Angel of the Blue' 
 
I see their faces in my dreams 
As I awaken to their screams 
Wishing, too -  that I had died 
But someone had to live 
To tell the tale of the 'Devil's Tide'.

~~~~~~~~

Author:  Elaine George
Entry for contest:  Legends
Awarded:  First Place





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Night Angel

They needed help
Walking alone in the dark.
The man.
The child.
A broken down car.
The child frightened,
But not understanding
The terror
That would soon
Come her way.
Her parents petrified
That their baby was gone,
Agonizing
Over forbidden images
That crowded their way
Past ice cream sundays
And birthday parties
And wedding days.
A passer-by.
A doer of good deeds.
He stops.
He sees.
He looks into
the little girl's eyes.
Bravely
The girl speaks,
"This is not my dad"
And the coward
who took her,
He runs.
He hides.
The passer-by,
Believing he saved
A child
From a long, cold walk,
In reality
Saved a child
From a long, cold death.


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Chocolate Cutie

She is the All-American girl.
She is beautiful beyond compare.
She is just ten years old but thinks she is grown.
She talks a mile a minute all the day long.
Her laughter is so very infectious.
She is slim and trim, she is full of vim and vigor.
She cannot stand still, she is always on the run.
Her name is Gabrielle Genevieve although she prefers GiGi.
Her skin is the color of the finest chocolate candy.
Her clothes of choice are of the brightest colors in the universe.
She is as smart as smart can be, she is as sharp as a tack.
Her mother calls GiGi her lovely earthbound angel.
She is the daddiest girl of all the daddy’s girls.
Her father calls her his sweet little chocolate cutie.



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The Abstract Angel

her wings do spite her

her soft lips beckon

behind them, shearing mouth does wait-
her black and white heart loves to hate

her claws tear at my flesh-
with soft hand wrapped in lacey mesh

her skin glows with light-
her scales as dark as night

my heart she handles with gentle peace-
then devours with ferocious teeth

this angel, her wings do spite her


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The People Around Me

Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.

Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.

My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered. 

In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised, 
But it is to be called someone, 
Who can be respected.

To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.


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My Angel

My Angel I prayed everyday Every moment I could I needed a partner or soul mate Well I really thought I would A real prince charming type Someone really true to love To replace all the loneliness Someone sent from above Instead He sent me an angel So handsome, gallant and kind Someone I could actually trust Better than I could ever find Not to be my soul mate Or even a boyfriend Just to be my angel A true God send To lift my spirits Helping with care Proving that he will Truly always be there My angel brings me comfort A true friend who has my back Like my prayers were answered Filling my void to remove the lack God gets the credit for sending my angel An angel wanting only kindness in return My angel was sent as a reward for good deeds For paying it forward, my angel I have earned I no longer worry about finding someone to love As I am treated special by my angel who is a gift This type of angel only comes once in a lifetime So blessings go to my angel for his spirits to lift Florence McMillian (Flo)


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REMEMBER ME

When you don't know how many tomorrows you'll have, 
You tend to focus in the immediacy of today;
A homeless child just trying to survive.
Rummaging through dump rubbish every day.

Another afternoon in this hellish forsaken place, 
Ankle deep in garbage scavenging a dinner plan;
Feeling particularly weak and sick on my stomach, 
When a large group pulled up in two white vans.

The slide doors of these vans opened fast, 
And well dressed people jumped out in a hurry;
Honestly, I was glad that I wasn't too close, 
They were strangely awkward, I was worried.

The group spoke a different language, 
I think they were from The United States;
Most of them were snapping pictures, 
Which is something I do not appreciate.

They were drinking cold bottles of water, 
What I'd give just to have a taste;
I'd be happy with a half empty hot bottle, 
In this sewage minefield of trash and waste.

One of the strangers seemed different, 
There was something about his eyes;
He seemed to look right into my soul, 
As I stood there swatting away flies.

It's hard to describe what I was feeling, 
Although little time had actually passed;
There on that filthy hill I felt a bonding, 
I remember wanting this moment to last.

On his face I saw sadness and passion, 
He could tell I was a boy totally broken;
Existing day to day on this stench heap,
We were talking but no words were spoken.

Then someone in the group said something, 
And the group quickly boarded up to go;
Except for the one locked in on me, 
From the vans they shouted "Come on, Joe!"

He ran to the van.. and grabbed something, 
Then with sensed urgency he rushed over to me;
The kind stranger delivered two ice cold waters, 
His contagious smile was large and friendly.

As he turned to go I tapped him on his shoulder, 
He swung around I was shocked to see tears;
I felt a simple pure love from this angel,
Who from out of nowhere suddenly appears.

Walking back to the van he turned and waved, 
I took a long drink to salute.. no longer thirsty;
The rest of my life this moment sealed in time, 
For him as well, I think Joe will always remember me!

Sponsor: SKAT A
Contest Name: The Saddest Landscape (POEM) 

Narrative Poem 
From the city dump in Puarta Plata, Dominican Republic


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Don't Leave Me

I can't imagine being alive without you
I can't imagine what it will be like when your gone
I don't know what I'll become without you
Maybe I'll just run
Run away from everything and leave everyone behind
Maybe I'll find a way to be close to you
Because I won't believe you died 
My heart will ache so much more 
Tears will always run
My eyes will hold the wisdom 
That you bestowed upon me young
And my recklessness will be noticeable
People will wonder why
Why am I running when the person I needed most died
How can I face my life when I can't do anything right
I won't believe you have gone away
When God decides to take you
I'll still come by your house and always expect an answer
I Love You Gamma
You Taught Me About My Heritage  
Please Remember Me When God Takes You
Please Guide Me In the Right Way


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As a stranger I met you

As a stranger I met you
Pure and gentle was your appearance
You spoke a touch without words
A breeze so pure like light

As I listened with my eyes
I smelled the taste of beauty beyond honey
What a feeling?
An emotion lost within expressions
An experience of heaven's true Agape

Oh what an experience to share
A beauty whose light can't be gazed
A gift priceless to be bought free
Your touch so perfect to the broken

Yes your name is Love
Your nature perfect in quality and in glory
oh Eden's first language
You're that truth I can't hide 


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The Woes Of Trust

An angel formed from 
lake of purity,a gift to 
mankind-illuminating 
darkest parts of hearts.
A chaste damsel,
untouched rose from the 
garden of the elves.

Sent to earth,made an 
abode in a gentleman's 
heart,whom she 
cherished and loved.

As time travelled,another 
fella whom she trusted 
lured her to un-saintly act
Her pride laid on altar of 
dishonor and infidelity.
Her life she almost 
snuffed,she feared the 
love of her true love 
would be lost. Alas! bond 
of love is indivisible.

Shattered,with a broken 
spirit she tries to mend 
the pieces....on the 
shoulder of her lover she 
leans,hoping to soothe 
her bruised heart.



Note:
A true story,a close 
pretty lady friend of mine 
was raped by her family 
friend yesterday...who 
called her and told her 
his mum was very sick.
She called me and 
confided in me .
Don't know whether to 
encourage her to call the 
police.


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Son of the Morning

Once, he had the most brilliant light
In Heaven, he'd been the star even at night
The most favored, the most beautiful
He never thought one day he'd become a fool

He was always pure, never felt insecure
Until Heaven borne one special creature
And the angels cried, the angels wondered
What would happen if they are no longer favored?

Angels watched as Heaven gave the man a special woman
My beloved one walked away, flame in his hand
Why the special gift for a man made in soil?
That was when anger and envy started to boil

The most beautiful star sat alone in silence
Heaven's in peace, can he dare start a violence?
Yes, he would for the love of Heaven
So he called all his beloved brethren

War would never do good for anyone
He knew from the sight of blood in his hands
And stared at the ground where his brethren laid
From the bloody battle, my beloved angel turned away

His wings unfurled, made of pure Heaven and glory
They were as black as night, magnificent and lovely
He made once last glance as he begun to descend
He knew he made a mistake he could never amend

It was his nature, no other pleasure than flying
But his heart broke knowing that he's falling
He landed to the ground, broken and wounded
Tears from his eyes, he felt ashamed and abandoned

He stood alone in the middle of the night
His wings dimmed, slowly fading its light
For the first time, he felt the rain on his skin
And for the first time, he shivered from the coldness of the wind

He looked up and saw his brethren
Why did they follow him, he's a Fallen
They bowed their heads, still loving him
So he decided, He's Lucifer and no longer the Son of the Morning


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Conversation with an Angel Part 3

“Yeah, all the way. No ride, no bus, just walkin’. I can’t quit till I give you your
message, and finish drawing this sand script so you’ll know I’m not lying.” I was shocked 
by what he was telling me. I looked around half expecting to see one of my neighbors come
out laughing and pointing and shouting “HA! You’ve been punked!” but no one was around;
just he and I alone. The man began to speak, and this is truly what he said, “You’ve had a
hard road to hoe, and life hasn’t always been fair in your eyes. But your angel wants me
to tell you not to give up. You’re finally on the right path. And he’s proud of you.”
“He’s a he?” I asked, stupidly. “Yes, he’s a he (as if I’d just asked the lamest question
of all time), now will you let me finish?” “Okay, I’m sorry, I’m just not used to men
drawing angels and giving me a message.” The man stopped what he was doing, and looked up
at me. The look on his face was as if he was thinking “If I had a quarter for each time I
heard that…”, but he said nothing. He went back to drawing, and was working on the detail
of the face and neck, drawing an outline of the shirt collar, and then back to the face. 
I knew this picture, but I couldn’t tell who it was, I kept thinking it must be a famous
person, why was it so familiar? “Your angel wants you to know, you’re not alone, he’s been
with you forever—since you were pretty much born. He’s sorry he left when he did, he knows
you needed him.” I just listened now, “You lost him when you were about 12, and life got
rough on you. He was there watching, and protecting you best he could.” I was stunned; I
could see who the face was now. Then the man stood up, and placed his hand on my shoulder.
He said these words, “He says to tell you, don’t be worried about buying that house,
you’ll grow old in it, and even though the world seems bleak, you’re going to make it. He
says you need to hear that, because he says you’re going to have a heart attack if you
don’t quit worrying.”


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LISA'S IVORY MUSIC BOX

Many Christmas stories are told every year,
and many songs are sung with pure cheer;
do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell,
or a simple song I can hum and spread good will?


When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly...
by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box,
and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it
to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!"


The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar
to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer,
and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly;
the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly.


It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet,
she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it;
how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands?
" Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!"  she displeasingly uttered to herself. 


There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town
was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant;
five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside,
and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone.


But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing, 
and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky;
everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry,
but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling.


Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for,
but something was missing from the snowy scenery...
she remembered her ivory music box she had put away,
and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door...


Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box,
laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree;
Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight,
as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy.        


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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God IS Real Miracles Happen

God Is Real/Miracles Happen
By Nate Spears


God is real, and miracles happen
Despite of his struggles 
The middle class poet kept on writing his chapters 
Times were tough 
But he didn’t give up
Unpaid rent 
Eviction notes 
His bills were overdue  
No water, no power 
He used GOD as his source; and  
kept on writing his chapters
Then came a knock 
He opened his door, but no one was there 
There was a note left behind, along with a white feather on his mat 
A rent paid receipt 
Plus full payment of his utilities
He closed the door quickly, and went back in the house to his desk
The pages in his book was flipped 
to a ending page he couldn’t miss
A inspirational piece was left behind that he didn’t write
It read this: 


For your time and effort given 
to lead and inspire, this is the final chapter in your book that I so desire.

I restored your power, to give you energy to write.

I gave you water again, for the tears shed on your writes.

I provided funding for your rent, for the priceless messages your poems present. 

Those sheets of paper have inspired many lives in need to vent.


I read the final chapter, and started to cry
I glanced out the window at a river of joy nearby
A rainbow appeared in the sky
Under covering my darkness  
There lies a ray of light 
No matter how deep life pounds
No matter how hard things get 
If you believe you can overcome
Just keep up the fight 
The battle is already won
Just believe.


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letter to Eden

My deplorable emotional collapse. 

Lucky for me, she happened to be in her many hour siestas!

My dear sister amelie came over (previously arranged to pick up some rocks that z mama rolled in a pile) and upon opening the front door all internal hell broke loose!

Utter torturous sadness tore thru every fiber of my being - hence a logical explanation conclusion per the abdominal distress that thankfully diminished. 

Aside from helplessness as of crumpling like a heap of cards, an extreme fright gripped me at the thought of yourself and shana returning to ramshackle mishmash.

Early today, she many hours sweeping (what her hands formerly hurled from the upstairs bedroom or glass and/or plastic containers blithely tossed on the kitchen floor) with some improvement.

Though, i might need to spend later today (Wednesday) gutting the refrigerator and discarding any potential alien life forms.

A prediction that a. you and shana will be quite sad leaving the tranquil home of the dunning family and b. stepping back into a place where disorder and entropy feast.

Please try to express sentiments per how you feel toward me! Such emotion might well be, but not necessarily limited to (just guessing) -- > anger, grief, hatred, loathing, rage.

Despite your impression or reaction toward and/or against me, i do value you more than any precious gem!

Matthew can honestly claim that "mother" acts considerably more pleasant to me. She politely greets me with what her "GOOD MORNING MISTER HARRIS"!

This message blurted soon after she espies me shuffling to the bathroom tending to that human toy let trees.

This and other of her cheery inquiries for attention (talk, contra dance, back rub...) find me practically catatonic at such ordinary desires. 

Years on end never er or rarely found me to experience this personable facet, yet...SHE WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH OCTAVIA LAMB NOR GAYLE BAIR!

As (possibly) mentioned in the previous email, i too shared similar antipathy, hostility, offer dollops of voluble vulgarity!

At some juncture in the recent past, a strong objection against reacting in that manner (no matter the three musketeers - as referred to by thee senora and chief television watcher), spoke to this papa in crudely fierce, immeasurably lambasting tone.

Matter of fact, i emailed Octavia to inform her of the legal documents en-route to her home in gap, pennsylvania and reiterated appreciation for our (albeit unwelcome and long overdo) stay at blank greentree lane.

No intent to augment change in the counterpart. We seem to be diverging in any former opinions. 

Now, (meaning within the recent present)
 numbness freezes and seems to cease up desire to be alive
sometimes i do not care if the grim reaper takes me for an eternal drive
aware that you and shana would be well tended in that busy bee hive
comprising cheerfulness, delight, happiness, liveliness, joy, kindness mirth,
 et cetera where amity, comity, energy...does strive
among lovely offspring of shari and Andy, both troopers against challenges 
 as if...he married a heavenly wive. 

Shari and amelie encouraged me to express churning agitation within me
which best be conveyed now rather than per your return, 
where communication will be done as ease a lee.

Omg! The hour fast approaches four-ante meridian. Gawd cooks the time away. The task to organize the refrigerator hardly seems like a choice! You may not even notice since, (though the kitchen floor swept) aversion to enter the eatery might deter courage. 

Your risk to board a plane considerably less than the hazards that lurk in said innocent locale.

Take care my dear. 


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Conversation with an Angel Part 2

The particular part of the yard he was fixated on was pea gravel and sand. He had a twig
in his right hand, and was drawing a face, “What are drawing?” I asked, “An angel” he
replied. “I see. Nice work, where did you learn to draw like that?” I don’t know why I
asked, but something was comforting in the conversation. “I’m not drawing…it’s called sand
script.” I didn’t correct him, as I thought he was trying to impress me with a big word,
but I chuckled inside-I swear, I never showed even a grin. He sharply turned and looked at
me and said, not Sanskrit…do I look Hindu to you?” He seemed annoyed, like I was talking
down to him-maybe I was-- so changed the tone I used. I said, “What is sand script?” “It’s
drawing angels.” “You’re drawing an Angel?” “Yes-- Yours.” “Oh I see. Can I watch or are
you done?” “I don’t care, go ‘head – no I’m not done” he said as if irritated by my
question. As I watched him drawing with this piece of twig, I noticed a face, quite
familiar. I was impressed as he moved the gravel around, the way his lines raised and sunk
to create an almost real figure of a man. He kept drawing and was working down to a neck,
when I asked. “You don’t mind me watching do you? I can move along if you’re bothered.” He
replied “no, it’s for you.” I couldn’t help but giggle a little as I asked “It is? How did
you know I’d be here this moment tonight?” He replied, “I know you.” “I’m sorry, you know
me? I guess I’ve not noticed, I’ve never seen you before-do you live here?” “Do I look
like I live here?” the man was quite curt. “I don’t know, I’m just trying to figure out
how you know me, and that I’d be walking here tonight.” “Your angel told me.” He spoke
softly this time, humbled in his tone. “Your angel has been talking to me for a long time.
It took me awhile to get here.” I didn’t say anything. “I see angels, and they talk to me.
Yours told me I needed to share a message with you. Darn thing’s been annoying the livin’
day lights out of me for weeks. You know I walked here, all the way from Raton?” “Raton
New Mexico!?” I asked truly aghast.


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Letter to taeljejohn

uncomfortableness, and hesitation arose that you might reassess a possibility for friendship or.... whatever with me.

A disappointment set in place in the event that based on some facet of my being (inexplicable flaws within this corporeal human male), forecast that an about face (booked on charges inherent in this googly eyed, earth-linked, kool hotmail of a yahoo) would be un liked!

Juno what i mean? 

In retrospect, no matter that this average boyish chap desires enjoyment, he admits that ordinary punctuating various stages of development difficulty coping found him msn (miss sin, missin, missing, et cetera) on ordinary interpersonal experiences!

No matter yours truly usually finds me each morning, noon or night conjuring up maximizing temporary residence on this planet earth versus bemoaning those futile and essentially counterproductive mind games sans could a, might a, should a, would a...

today = the moment to cherish, enjoy, help others, ponder the remaining years
since fruitless to expend tears
for suppressed emotional, financial, grammatical, hormonal, physical, and spiritual angst
 that roiled mine inner sanctum - mainly from decades in the past
   which unseen scars with humor this fellow (who by the way likes you) wears!

Notice the sly inclusion of my comment per -- affinity, desirability, rhapsody for you
although just but a mere inkling prevails about an ye taelje john thru
a rather contrived manner - albeit an online adult oriented website - amongst a slew
which yields to this bipedal hominid a scant few
initial responses - as if a ghost app paired in the recipient email - going boo
which unwittingly seems to turn the ivy blue!

So...no matter a constancy of follow-up electronic communiques occurs from ye
bringing tears of joy, that nobody can see
while simultaneously delivering digital glee
a reality check restrains proclivity and predilection to let thoughts run wild and free!

Immense and immeasurable mounts in moi little rock
inducing an electric arc for myself to kin neck embedded in all this schlock
for a sixth sense arises that this holme body strongly suspects yar self 
 to generate sunny watts as an s spy she lee Sherlock

but, reticence to gush with ebullience reins in a cascade
of utter delight washing o'er this less than satisfactory mwm 
 who as a boy and youth happened to b a frayed
of his own shadow - while walking along the boulevard of broken dreams
 listening to the sounds of silence on a green-day.

Thus => the following from one 

Cerebral being ™ in the am and pm
 
This ordinary human
Finds himself a mystery
Within the terrestrial
Firmament and frequently
Feels in a feverish pitch
At his existence
That seers the temple
Mounted upon this slender
Frame - wrought by the
Combination of genetics
In tandem with exercise
Which latter helps to
Sublimate the coiled 
Tension wound tightly 
Like an indestructible spring 
Without a healthy medium at large 
To channel emotions fraught within
Me might find demise
That would rent asunder literate fellow 
And thus annihilate without a trace
One true valued father of two us special
Lovely lasses as just another statistic among 
The obituaries!
 
As the world turns (indiscriminately oblivious of the harrowing days per one simian), an agreeable, amiable, edible, immeasurable, likeable, pleasurable, sensible woman (such as yourself - predicated on a gut level intuition) goads more seriousness to share

Plaintive unheard heart strings o mine that wail
Displeased with this marriage fraught with travail
As if in a maelstrom whip-lashed vessel without a sail
Yet - averse to lambaste or rail
Against abby (whereby we pass like two ships in the night) who married this male
When each of us happened to seem more similar 
   And thought each ourselves to fail
At any endeavor, though now confidence 
   Buoys my heart while she doth ail

And exemplifies attitudes, beliefs, efforts, 
   Idiosyncrasies, pathos that life does rot
Ill suited to Matthew Scott, 
   Whose bon vivant manifesting faith in him
   Perhaps from herself deferring many domestic 
   And child rearing tasks not
Of course being boasting - even when scissoring the umbilical cord
   As a now beaming papa, whose daughters 
   Blithely ignore "mother" a lot
Thus necessitating this quest 
   For a counterpart to offer succor 
   To eden (age 16) and shana (14 on february 4th, 2013) 
   Yet accepts that i must dispel any dreamy fantasy even this ours - a mere jot
At this juncture knowing full well how unwise to set myself up for disappointment
   By thinking and rushing like a fool, 
   Where angels fear to tread
   Though "chutzpah" i got!

U r slowly filling my mindscape with joy
Thank you so much - for accepting without complaint how atypically words this writer wannabe 
   Named Matthew Scott Harris dozen ploy.



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Final Plea

Inspired by the untimely deaths of young people I knew. RIP


In a dream, tonight would be my last

and I demanded to talk to God.

Of all the things I've gotten past,

to go now seemed so odd.

"You've taken all my friends you see

and now you want me, too?

Unlike one who pretends to be

I've always honored you."

Those sinners who outlive me still,

all I have to ask is how?

It mad me question His very will.

Why take a good man now?

But God just sat and let me rave

on and on about my worth

and why I didn't need a grave,

but rather eternity here on earth.

Pride let my voice be rather loud.

He never said a word.

I told of deeds that made me proud

and good things that I'd heard.

And when I tired He simply said,

"No doubt your life's been good.

But many younger are now dead

and their legacy simply would

be the song that is never sung,

no children call them dad.

for they came to me so very young

and left the world confused and sad.

Yet now your time has come as well

and selfish thoughts are all I hear?

Your life was full and I can tell

it's really death you fear.

Just remember that you have no choice,

for you all will one day die.

Be strong and with a humble voice

tell loved ones they can cry."

And in that moment I knew a peace,

and I felt a tear well up inside.

That most feared was now the least

as my selfish motives died.


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HALLELUJAH: PRAISE JAH

You made us out of your own image,
with love and life a gift you gave.
You gave us a paradise to live in.
An eternal living, a promise of forever.
You have saved a thousand rooms in heaven.
A place for one hundred forty four thousands,
from the twelve tribes of Israel.
Out of million in your angels,
One has envied with your sovereignty.
He attempted to steal your majesty,
Spread the chaos down the earth.
This angel given a power and mind,
Provoked Eve to eat the fruit of life.
Lead the mankind to a sinful reward,
Lost the paradise,even the eternal life.
For You have loved the world,
A son you sent as a redeemer.
Brought the nation a good message from heaven.
With his flesh and blood our sin has forgiven.
In a book of Revelation you have  revealed.
A new hope to behold,
A new scroll to open.
Demons will be delivered beneath the earth,
Justice and peace will soon prevail,
With the Son of God this world be lead.
Eternal life in paradise we will achieve.
The whole nation will stand and give Him praise,
Singing Hallelujah,
Praise Jah,the sovereign God of the universe!



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SOUNDS

                 




              Morning came as whispers in my ear slowly says echoing I love you
  The embrace and let go of the warmth of the sun and sheet move it was a cue
         The voice echoing that whispers in my ears again says do you hear that?
                 The gurgle of the coffee, and the smell of caffeine in the air sat
             A determine voice still echoing says it is time for you to get up my love
                         As I open my eyes I look outside as I see one dove 
              Cooing me, and it's bright white feathers has gotten my attention
     As I looked around my dream of my love disappears as it put me into depression
                  A sadness crackled into my heart, and a discerning look came to
            I wake up every morning hearing her voice in the summer morning dew


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A Jewel With An Unquenchable Radiance

I saw a female being Shining bright like a diamond Staying atop the cloud as she rules the heavens Making the sun stand still and putting a pause to the rains as the entire world look up above in admiration, in awe and in wonders. pure and modest in her rule innocent and natural in her gaze weakening and tender is her smile but powerful and charming is her beauty Her scent so magical and epic forcing a change to the laws of nature. World kings with their chariots and legions cannot match the strength of her touch wild and intimidating beasts bow in cowardice to the glorious effect of her radiance. Her confident steps direct the winds and her outstretched arms elongate the day. Her emotions- a perfect antidote to disasters and her sweet care, a great comfort for the night. Just the silk of her cloak and the decoration of her embroary; her long, straight, light but shy hair on a well bordered, spotless and fine face all tremble the strong and dumbfold the wise Perfumes from America can come from the aroma of her skin, the cleansing water from the dead sea can have healing powers with her tears. A beauty beyond words and expressions an attractive force creating wishes from all gender to taste the kiss of her lips; from both Adults and infants to cling to the satisfaction of her breasts. Even Nature admits to its defeat of her and no form of her, reduces her glow. In happiness, confidence and peace, she's like a new fresh Camilla full of nectar In sorrow, mourning and depression she's like a new lamb-tender, soft and affectionate. Come to my nest O ye Queen butterfly cos I'll not stop singing of your praise until I'm blessed with your shining light


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El tren hacia el olvido part 1

Entrando en el tren numero 6920
Sin saber y sin querer pensar sobre ninguna consecuencia
Me pregunto, que sera de mi vida?
Siguiente parada: OLVIDO
todo enpeso una noche en el invierno de 1865
En la ciudad the Manhattan, NY  
Eramos apenas unos ninos
y ella era la cosa mas bella que mis ojos hubieran visto
Piel blanca, pelo rojiso, mejillas rosadas y unos ojos de color como al oceano
Su belleza no tiene comparacion 
Mas yo la comparo a un angel caido del cielo
Pues hiba sobre el lago del parque de la ciudad; pensando y distraido como un idiota
y de repente lo mas bello de mi vida me paso
y hemos tronpesado los dos, de una manera que casi senti rosar sus labios
Que pena me medio en ese momento, y a ella pues mas que a mi me imagino
Pues sus mejillas se volvian rojas y sus ojos brillaban con el resplandor de la luz de la luna
y en ese mismo instante me quede hipnotizado con la belleza de ella
Ella me hablaba pero yo no le respondis a ninguna palabra que salia de esos labios tan
hermosos
Pues estaba hipnotizado de tan cual belleza
Era como que si habia visto a un angel descender del cielo
Y senti como si DIOS finalmente me habia respondido a mis oraciones
Me da cosquillas nada mas con recordar ese momento
"Pasajeros por favor no se olviden de recoger sus pertenencias antes de salir del tren,
estaremos en la estacion en cinco minutes. Gracias por su coperacion y tengan bue dia."
(chofer del tren hablando por los parlantes)
"Disculpe muchacho(George)usted tiene pasaje para el siguiente viaje?" dijo el
coleccionador de pasajes.
Si claro que si, mi pasaje es valido hasta al fin del recorrido 
"Disculpe la molestia joven(George)" dijo el trabajador social "saldremos de aqui
exactamente en dies minutos" "espero que disfrute el viaje"
Disfrutar, eso espero
Dies minutos han pasado y los siento como a un milenio
"todos abordo por favor" "el tren esta en movimiento" (Trabajador social)
chhhhuuuu chhhuuuuu.(suena el tren)


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The true meaning of Christmas

Astonished by the news of her pregnancy, a young Virgin becomes bewildered, only
the assurance of a visit by an angel sent by God, that all is well. That all the adversities
they would face on their journey to Bethlehem{Mary and Joseph} and all the astrocitie's
sure to occur cause of the birth of the baby being carry by Mary, prepares them for the
Miraculous day that Jesus Christ is born. "The true meaning of Christmas", is diversified
by God himself, "Unto us a child is born, unto the pathetic world a Gift is given, a Gift of
Joy and Great Light". In this troublesome world Mary, your baby will become that light.
Smilling faces on all the young face's and Mary and Joseph are part of the Christmas
story, and the sheppards and and the wisemen's are prepared to present him with gifts
after the angel have warn them of this great day and the star settle upon the little king 
of Glory. 
    As we celebrate, and as the day recussiatate's, to many its just another day, but Jo-
seph had thoughts of privily putting Mary away. He has dream's, but the encouraging of
God's angel for a divorce from mary is not to be. "The true meaning of Christmas, is
diversified, someplaces around the world the snow has blanked the city with beauty and
the bird's are flying and forever and ever this day is mortified.


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Resurrected By An Angel

When I wanted it all to end and there was no one there to help,
God sent an angel to my side to save me from myself.
"What about your family?" The angel said to me.
I am all alone in this world. I'm done. Just leave me be.
"God loves you even though right now you can't see it.
He has a plan for your life. Submit and just believe it."
How can God still love me after everything I have done?
"Well let me tell you,'For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son."
If He loves me so much then why did my life fall apart?
"Oh sweet child, could you not feel Him speaking to your  heart?
Have some faith in Him. Don't make your parents bury you.
If you trust fully in Him, when you can't walk He will carry you."
Ok I will give in to Him. I submit to His will.
My legs have grown so weary from fighting this battle uphill.
"Now you will never be alone. He will always stand by your side,
So when life gets rough again you won't have to run and hide.
Stand firm in your salvation. Stand firm and do what's right.
For God will change your heart so you can walk out of the dark into the Light."


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Sleeping With An Angel

As he enters the room, his mind freed from his past. Looking towards a bed. Such a thin 
shadows lays cast. On the angel that has taken the confines of his bed. Long, beautiful 
silk flowing from her head. He pushes the pen to the paper to release the selfish thoughts 
from his past. For she has shed a a new, bright light that is so beautiful and vast. He 
witnesses the angel with the blankets clutched to her side. A peaceful sleep has taken 
the place of the emptiness she once felt inside. Continuing to write, his pen bleeds ink 
onto this page. His mind lets go of the things that once caused him rage. Breathing in. 
Deep. Exhaling a new form of life. As he sits next to the angel laying on her side. He rests 
his hand onto hers, a spark ignited inside his soul. His heart grows warm as she melts 
the trials and tolls that have abused and tormented his core. His sleeping beauty lies 
with her eyes closed. A shimmer of hope released from her lips. As he rests his other 
hand at the edge of her hip. With his hand he brushes the silk away from her face and the 
purest form of beauty radiates.


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Angels

Angels, where are the angels? they say,
What is the world coming to ,they say,
Everyone is searching for some miracle.
Miracles…oh! You pathetic man,
Why waste your time in searching
For miracles and angels.
Just look within you
There he lives the angel of your soul.
He is true and pure,
And so helpless.
His space is shared with the Devil.
The devil who is more powerful,
It is he who is with you
On your path of life.
You fight and you tease
You kill and you cheat
Each time along with him
But there are moments
Moments when you are alone
In the dark of the night
When the angels knock at your door
And it is in your heart that you find
The angel with purity and truth
Waiting, waiting for you to help him out
You’re ashamed and you’re sad
And you pledge to let him out in the morning
But when it is dawn
The first thing you do
Is lie to yourself in front of the mirror
Then you lie to your wife
And then to your boss
And then it goes on…
By and by you choke the angels
To death within yourself
And then spend the rest of your life
Looking for the angel
Searching for the miracle


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Fallen Angel

Fallen Angels. There was a row in heaven - this much I do know I know because I read the scriptures and they told me so. The great god Jehovah did throw out his heavenly angelic son Who became known as the 'Devil and Satan.' Yes check it, that’s the one. Be glad you heavens the scriptures say for he is not amongst you from this day But woe is to the earth; he is now there and he wants to do his worse He wanted his angelic brothers to follow him, and too mischief he is not averse. Some of his angel brothers when they saw the power Satan had Decided to leave the heavens and for mankind that turned out bad They caused havoc upon the earth and married daughters of men Their sons are named in the Bible; they called them “Nephilim.” Great giants of half men and of half angel too God knew this was wrong so he decided what to do. He wanted to wipe away, his creation from the earth But he found one man called Noah and he found he was of worth. He made him build an ark so his family could be saved And then he flooded the earth over forty days, so the Nephilim could be slayed. So remember “Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy whispers of love” beware there are some fallen ones Who on the earth did roam Make sure you get their name and address before you take one home.
Entry for Tracie's fallen Angel Contest. 10/02/2012


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Lady of My Dreams

Lady of My Dreams

Lady of my dreams how I adored you,
Lady of my nights how I implored you,
Mesmerizing woman, thief of my heart
Enticer of men, such a passionate tart.

Spinning her web, her prisoner entwined
Captivating kisses, so delightfully divine
Golden haired diva, Angelina was mine
Bewitching, beguiling so sensuously fine.

Lady of my dreams how I adored you,
Lady of my nights how I implored you
Mesmerizing woman, thief from above
Charmer of men, heavenly angel of love.

Lady of my dreams, lady of my rhyme
Seducer of my heart, her wishes were mine
Promises of riches, diamonds, and gold
Worlds of wealth and fortunes untold.

Lady of my dreams how I adored you,
Lady of my nights how I implored you
Mesmerizing woman, thief of my tears
Phantom of the dark, Angelina disappears

Enchantress of men, and sorceress divine
My angel had vanished, leaving no sign.
Harsh morning appears, the sun rises at dawn
Lady of the darkness, Angelina was gone

Dream lover of mine how I adored you,
Goddess of my nights how I implored you
Mesmerizing beauty now gone from my sight
Captive of my lady, now I wait for the night.


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Twin blood

How can i Rest!!!
How could you take a girl child from me
How could you forcefully take her
Shes only 6 years of age 
All she needs is a motherly care
Do not do this to her and her sister
Because they will never forgive you
Why keep them apart
Is it that you want me bordered
Well you can please yourself 
But justice comes soonest
There after you have lost it all
How can i rest without uniting the innocence
I will fight to the last blood in my vein
As i will never give up on them
Finally!i see you loosing them forever
The clock of  their freedom is ticking 
Silence! I can hear the voice calling....


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How Did You

When I close my eyes,
You always take me by surprise.
Your eyes always sparkle like emeralds in the morning sun,
With on look into them my came undone.
Your voice is like angels singing on high,
With just one glance I always felt as though I could fly.
How did you get there,
And why should I even care?
Swiftly a whisper came upon me,
And suddenly an angel in human form I did see.
Your lips did things to me you cannot imagine or conceive,
You did more for my soul than you ever believe.
When the tears start to fall,
I wish you were the one I could call.
How did you get there,
And why would I even care?
I do know where you came from,
An angel that was sent from above.
When the nights get cold,
It is you I want to hold.
I know how you got here,
But I wish I did not care.


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Belle's Day

Little Preshy Preshy trying to impress hidden fresh buttons
So down to earth i could pick you up even if i fumble
You sister hood my hood-ness in me till my ears turn into functions
You child a sister with a train of smiles that bottle passion

In birth you must have had piles and styles of 
life's appreciated stanzas in all poetic judgments
I bow before your spirit, for you Queen your surroundings with pounds of outstanding heart flames 
Love should give you unexpected roses not stains
This poem is a gift i long to plant in your gifted chest believe me
Though words can never paint your born day in fine art sickness,
its my remedy
The world is field with smiley diseases of felonies

Take a flight to nowhere and return with more clans that know your temple
Press the birth button while killing fears
Impress Isabel with a doorbell for she cleans her heart with smiles far from cooler bags
Your circle is shielded by hugs and lipsticks
Impress Isabel with a doorbell for she cleans her heart with smiles not illegal favors 
Let Preshy Preshy row before her words start drilling bad manners in your day 
Happy day

(c) Raymond Ngomane

A dedication to Isabel's Birthday

Preshy Preshy : A nickname given to girls named Precious.


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Old Saint Nick

 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 Her papa was a little out of sort as he strung the Christmas lights
 Her mama was slightly tore up as she hung the cardboard reindeer just right
 Grandma was real sick and it was starting to show
 Their old "hand-me-down" house was drafty and cold

 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 For years they had all avoided this place
 Yet a tear stung her eye as forgiving smiles spread across their eager faces
 Christ was born upon this day for a reason
 Come as you are being the ultimate season

 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 She cares not for eggnog and mistle toe
 All she asks is that the love may show
 For Christ lives on in our open hearts 
 Let this day mend where we have drifted apart

 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 She awakes from her dream and runs to sit beside the tree
 Her eyes gleam and this is all she can see
 Old Saint Nick has spread the story of Christ
 She smiles as as Christmas light shines on the tree of life


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Frozen Feelings

Frozen Feelings

Like ice and ice
Satin purple ribbon in between
Describe the lines
Echoes, and voice in between
Like a sculpture of an angel
Holding a frozen ice cold heart
She’s the ice princess of your
Fenced in world
Defined by limits of your own mind
Co-sign her heart to dependence
For you can’t overcome the shadows of your past
And the horns sound
To glorify her
And what are you supposed to do 
When the world adores the ice princess
Of your heart
If only you could melt her
To only to chisel her
Into your truest of true beauty queen
But no she’s your angel 
Frozen and unmoving at times
To an exaggerated few

Sing her praises
Compliment her ways
See the angel and not your past
See the in between lines of what is not being said
Hear the silence of her words
That you are her comfort and company
And your heart is irreplaceable to her
Skate an imperfectly perfect line
As the flowers adorn your love
Yeah,  co-sign your lover and skate 
On the ice in the vehicle of your  chariots
And the song never ends
And the story only bends
And the days grow shorter
And the years grow longer
And together you sing a song together
Melted hearts become one beating 
To the sound of its
Own drum

By Susan Mills


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Fallen Angel from Heaven

An angel fell down from Heaven just the other day
At least, no one knew who he was at first
Some thought he was just a lousy drunk
He was dressed in an all white suit

And he was far too clean
To be a foul-smelling, dirty alcoholic
All he would do is talk
About how much the good Lord

Loves and watches over His flock
But if that was true
Why would God throw him out?
Of the only place he called his home

But is this the way God treats His angels?
I do know the ancient Egyptians angered Him
So much that He sent plague after plague
For enslaving the Hebrews; His people

So is that what happened in this case?
Did this angel somehow anger the Holy Father?
So much that He would abandon
A fallen angel from Heaven


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IF ANGELS DIDN'T EXIST

I wouldn't have reached this mature age
if angels didn't exist and watch over me,
one angel...while I was sleeping squeezed my hand
to confort me through trails and misfortunes,
not foreseen by young eyes frightened by rage;
today that comforting hand still holds mine truer than any friend!
That angel hasn't returned, giving me assurance and certainty...
that nothing tragic is going to happen anytime soon;
if I doubted this, and wished for another visitation, I wouldn't bear bitter scorn!
Yes, angelic visions warn us of events that will change the course of destiny.   
I wouldn't have seen the needed love...misery and compassion of others,
if angels didn't exist and allow me to reflect and act on instincts:
by becoming wiser and avoiding making mistakes leading to regrets;
who would go to such lenghts and diverge my fate from catostrophy?
No, not even the most trusted friend whom I thought had shown sincerity!
Divinition must be taken seriously as I did when this hand so cold with fear
was touched by the hand of an invisible angel with a message so clear!
Mysterious angel, please don't visit me again at dawn,
while I still live and and I'm dazzled by youngsters riding a happy unicorn;
why don't they fear those ferocious beasts? To them...they are truly beautiful!   



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A Christmas Child

A face presses up to a store window display
of an angel in ermine
with arms bangled and boots thigh high.
Mannikin thighs harder than the fake tree
in the corner festooned with popcorn ...
stale now in the airless window.

The eyes of the child glow looking in
as mannikin eyes look out at the
turtle-necked tourists stopping to smile
at the child watching a toy train wind
past the feet of the angel in ermine
and her glistening red boots.
The train is filled with jeweled brooches,
earrings, and a necklace of diamonds.

Growing tired now,  the child walks
to a cardboard box at the corner of this store
where her mother sits on an old pillow
holding a flute to be played as its
red carrying case fills with coins.
Coins that will never buy diamonds.

Hauntingly beautiful Christmas carols her mother plays
while the child sits on the sidewalk
watching feet pass and coins drop.
Soon, they will walk across the street to a cafe
where she will drink hot chocolate
before they return to this box
to sleep in the silent night.


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Elvis and Angel

Our beloved dogs were taken from us,
by a speeding driver who did not see 
them crossing the road.
He hit them both and threw them aside,
where they landed side by side.
Their last breaths were 
taken as they lay close,
the way they always did.
My daughter found them lying there
and her screams were unbearable for the police officer to share.
Her pain was so deep and intense to see,
he tried to calm her,  hold her back, let them be.
Carrying them gently they made the trek,
to place them softly upon our deck.
Kneeling down she still could not accept
the loss of our wonderful pets.
Crying ourselves to sleep this night,
only to awaken to hear my daughter's dream.
The dream that Elvis and Angel had come back,
happily wagging their tails in delight.
Consumed by the dream she rushed outside to see
if she could see Elvis and Angel running free.
She had to accept this could not be,
the painful sobs were wrenching to see
for she knows now this can never be.


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Baby blue angel

baby blueangel left Earth in company of two angels. When he got to the gate he 
saw his mama. She turned to thank the angels for bringing him. Baby blue 
disappeared "Where is he?" his mama cried. they looked among the 
clouds. "Could he have fallen back to Earth?" the one angel said. one angel went 
back to Earth to look for the lost Baby Blue but in despair returned to Heaven. No 
Baby Blue. Mama was getting quite anxious. They asked passing angels if they 
had seen Baby Blue. They shook their heads. When Moses walked by  they 
asked him if he seen the Baby blue    He said "no but he remembered when he 
was a baby among the bulrushes and how they found his floating cradle. then 
they came to Hallelujah square there they approached Josuha and asked him.
  he said "He sound his horn like when the walls came tumbling down." He 
puckered up instead of a loud blast a sweet sound came out of his horn. Noah 
was working to restore his ark. He asked "Is there one or two baby blues?" 
Gabriel was upset"we`ll have to go to the celestial mansion and tell God Baby 
Blue is missing." When they approached the throne there on God`s lap covered 
by God`s snow white beard laid the sleeping baby blue.


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Revelations Three-Fold Warning

Rev 14:6-12 NIV 

The first angel flies forth with the eternal gospel
To proclaim to every nation, tongue and people;
“Fear God and give Him glory”—
Worship ‘the Creator’ in his territory and title.
A second angel follows claiming,
“Fallen, fallen is Babylon the Great”
Which made all the nations drink the cup;
Her unholy doctrines of church and state.

A third angel follows in the heavens
And shouts in a loud voice:
“If anyone worships the beast and his image,
The cup of God’s wrath” is by choice.
Anyone who receives the mark or name
Will be tormented with burning sulphur;
Christ’s judgments completed;
No more intercession at the Holy Altar.

There’s no rest day or night for the wicked,
Who choose to worship the beast;
Merchants of commerce and plenty;
Absent from heaven’s banquet feast.
Blessed are those who endure for Jesus
And obey God’s love commandments.
Although many may be beheaded,
They’ll rise soon from earth’s internment.

Revelation’s three-fold warning
Is God’s truth of his justice divine.
The seven last plagues of judgment
Fall upon those who, with the beast, align.
God’s judgments for the disobedient,
Who will curse His holy name;
Worship the beast and not their Creator;
Have themselves alone to blame.

Copyright © 2011-2012 Maureen LeFanue


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Sing

Sitting in my room I sigh
‘What kind of life is this?’
A supernatural song fills my mind
Suddenly I'm not alone
An angel stands before me

Words are useless
And thought are gone
One idea is left
Sing
Sing
Where this was coming from I do not know
But I obey

My mouth opens
And out flow words and notes not of my knowledge
The song continues
Though there is no music

Abruptly the lyrics stop their movement
The angel steps forward
And I fall on my knees

He touches my head and smiles
'This is God's gift
Use it to its fullest'

My head falls and I sob
'My lips are unclean
My heart is impure
I am unholy'

The angels lifts my face
He touches my lips and my heart
'You are clean
You are pure
You are holy'

Tears fill my eyes
And a lump forms in my throat

Words are unused
Unneeded


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Seven Thunders

Riding up on a cloud I met the thunders.
There were seven and each spoke words.
They spoke great things of many wonders.
Lightning sounded to the cattle’s of herds.
The sky turned dark and the Seas roared.
Birds flew in the skies and they soared.
Around the seven thunders was a scroll.
Written on both sides were of all souls.
 
An angel took my right hand,
And pointed down at the land,
Miss if you may forfeit today,
Upon your head is stoned clay.
To your right is a light in sight.
Bite and be bright by the night.
 
The seven thunders were on my head.
Heavy and weighty like steel and lead.
Rumbling and roaring my ears pained.
I saw the lives of many already slain.
On the scroll were the names of those.
One by one they awakened and rose.
 
Another angel took my left hand high,
And pointed me straight up to the sky,
The Moon and Sun will never lie she said.
Miss if you may forfeit today your dead.
Upon your head is twelve crowns of gold.
Take them to the lands and be very bold.
 
The seven thunders were on my neck.
Heavy and weighty kept me in check.
Rumbling and roaring my ears ached.
I saw the vessels of the living break.
On the scroll were the names of such.
One by one they did not know enough.