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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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Do The Math

On the banks of a river under the nest of a dove
He looked into the eyes of the girl that he loved

She was simply as beautiful as beautiful could be
He was bitter as the salt, which came from the sea

But something about him she could not resist
Perhaps it was the tender way that he kissed

They were truly as happy as two kids could be
Sitting there on bank under the shade of the tree

Sharing all of their dreams and all of their hearts
Not knowing their parents would soon tear them apart

She told him if I can’t have you no man will have me
Those words that she spoke were true as could be

She turned to God and he turned to dope
I guess each of them needed something to cope

She became a Nun a beautiful heavenly flower
He became a convict with a shot callers power

Throughout their lives as the story is told
Each held the other more valuable then gold

Friends to the end regardless of the path
Its all very simple if you just do the math


Written for Elaine's contest


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Other Side of The Rainbow

It was on the other side of the rainbow
When I slid into a dream
I guess at that time nothing was, as it truly seemed
People came and people went
The needle played my blues
Through the rainbow dreams into leprechaun schemes
I was Papa Smurf with the magic brew
I built a Crystal Castle
On the shores of nevermore
I guess sometimes I wonder, “What was I searching for”
Beauty danced with big brown eyes
Though the faces always changed
Many times I slept with gals I thought were rather strange
Magic slides that no one hides
I wonder where they go?
I once slid down the rainbow just to see the show
The stars are bright it’s a beautiful night
Moonbeams illuminating mushrooms all around
Here by my house crickets and frogs are the only sound
Fairies dance like fireflies 
It’s really quite the sight
Ever tripped down Hollywood and Vine on a Friday night
I have lived through many dreams
Shared many angels souls
Shattered dreams and broken schemes, nothing but empty goals
Broken hearts torn apart
Blowing in the wind
Like fairy dust you just can’t trust
Not even your closest friend
I dove into a crystal pool on the other side of the hill
I swear sometimes in my ears I can hear the ringing still
I rode upon the tornado just to go spinning through the sound
Landed in a concrete room bouncing all around
Leprechauns and rainbows
Unicorn’s beautiful and white
When I finally kicked the horse
It wasn’t a pretty sight
Like a frog on the log or a sick old dawg
Just a skeleton in a box
With the strength of Arthur's sword and trust in the Lord
I shattered a thousand locks
Now I’m back on this side of the rainbow
And every thing’s looking bright
My Guinevere is here and I love her dear
She is such a lovely sight
Trials come like waterfalls
Flooding though our life
I truly am a lucky man to face them with my wife
Well let’s gig the frog and fire up the log
We’ll roast us a pig tonight
Life is good in my neighborhood
Nary a single vice
The other side of the rainbow now seems so very far away
I guess that is really about all I have to say


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Unburdened

The old man sighed
Sitting on a rock next to a pond
Crookedly balancing Yin and Yang between his eyelashes
Conversing with the Lady of the pond
Jade eyes and un-wrinkled time
In Her beautiful face
Held in his hands
An old fishing rod

Bamboo
Bends and flexes with the times
It holds and catches even the biggest
Devils in the water 

The lotus flowers embrace the jade tide
Soft-hearted water caressing unmovable rock
Trees bent in silent reflection

The ultimate knowledge, the Lady whispered
Lies between the murmur of the leaves
The laughter of the lotus
The bend in the trees

Listen! Listen!
These will outlast everything

He thought
I shall give knowledge to my sons
And teach them
Soul

The old man contemplated
The secession of his life
There is a time to hold on and a time
To let go
This time, his time
Is over, long gone with the Maiden on the Moon
Beckoning him home

He taught the young men
To bend with the rod
To bow to the spirits
To be one with God
To be forceful, to be soft
To listen and to speak
Wise Man’s words
And Foolish Man’s dreams

He told the Old Stories
He sang the Old Songs
Traditions and ancient verses
To light their path through life’s courses

And as each of his sons threw the rod on the ground
Frustrated with the old man’s ways
Outdated methods and foolish wishes

The heavens opened and unleashed
The ultimate Father’s Rage
The rain pounded on the once peaceful pond
Dismantling the flowers and smothering the land
With a wrathful urgency
Drowning the Lady in the lake
Her beautiful jade eyes never again to reflect philosophies
Hidden in the reeds
The lotuses closed onto themselves
Never again to give such a sweet smell

The old man sighed
It’s out of his hands now, it’s out of his hands now

And this, 
This will outlast 
Everything.


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Wisp

Over the hillsides, together we burn space and time....galloping with the wind...
Clouds take me by the hand, and wind takes you by the mane
Nothing outside our world can rival this contentment
I can close my eyes, and trust that you will keep me safe
O' beautiful creature that you are, your every movement breeds a fever
Your every stride, takes me onto the precipice of happiness
We are runaway dreamers, in the moment of some happy memory
I hear the infinite past at the heels of your enchanted hoof
Which ancestor first felt this same connection?
At one with nature, at one with beast....O' beautiful creature that you are

In the deep evening light of the early winter storm
We are in a crystal white garden, 
just a trace of a moon between the clouds
The chill of the snowflakes falling,
as the wind is the force  behind us
while sight of your warm breath streaming
is white in the moonlight's beam

A trail left behind in the alabaster world....
Such a moment is proof....like an ancient legend
That we have passed this way
Snow is still falling, but nothing can erase that we have been here
We are the messengers...together we will be witness to the world
That the hearts of species as wide as the universe
Wind beneath our souls as one
Can beat as one....drawn together, like poetic and timeless music
I am part of you....and you are part of me
And that both hearts can feel the same remorse when day is done



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Wild Flower

Wild Flower
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 In Death Of A Rose by Nate Spears
 
Rescue this sunflower
It's capable of being a ray of light
Nurture it, value it, and love it
Its petals are more delicate than they appear in sight
 
 A wild flower it is; but it displays beauty
The facts of its species remain unknown
Its fight to reach its true potential is admired
It’ birth to existence is undetermined
 It’s roots shows trauma
Its presentation brings hesitates to potential caregivers
No one's prepared to take a chance
This flower is destined to win
 
All earthly roots sprout from above
At some point in a life’s span; we could use a kiss or hug
 He who refuses to display any element of the wild
Is merely real
An artificial representation of life
Stuck in Styrofoam surrounded by fake moss and dust
No breath, no soul, non-existence
A human being choked from an outer dimension.
Rescue this wild flower with love.


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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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Me Myself I

                        A girl was born a beautiful summer day
                 She had beautiful blue eyes and light curly hair
                            The girl ...... it was me myself I
                      My mother has told me that I was a kind
                                     and happy baby
                    The baby became a chubby girl who liked to
                          play with soft teddy bears and dolls
                           Chaunted and singing all day long,
                                 yes I was a happy little girl


                             When I was seven years old and the
                                 commitments hour had come
                       First day at school, dressed in a dress with
                                  flowers and ribbon in my hair
                        I wanted out of the classroom, I wanted to be
                      free to play, sing and dance.... be free like a bird
                          Plus, minus and A-B-C... yes it all could wait
                      School years passed by and I learned: plus, minus,
                                   A-B-C and more than that


                   "Almost adult" - a teenager, yes waithing for the time
             Girls with menstruation, and acne wich we covered with powder
                         Boys with pimples, wich reflects like flashlights
                           Girls who "giggled" of everything and nothing
                          Boys who speakes with deep voices that bursts
                                     Interested in the opposite sex
                                       It`s was an exciting time ... 
                                     Distance love, blushing cheeks
                                              Will you be mine?
                             Go hand in hand and perhaps a gentle kiss
                               Heartbreaks....well who has been there?


                But as in a fairytales the princess meets her prince, they are
                   in love....married... and have many other commitments,
                                         work, home and children
                               Fairytales have always a happy ending
                                          What about the reality?






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A-L Andresen


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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 Cottage

The long drive is almost over
Slowly I head down the hill
In anxious anticipation 
Of what I will find
I don't really know what I'm expecting
Just something new maybe 
An overgrown path in the center of the road
Lets me know I am one of the first
I wildly shift my eyes back and forth taking in all
The beauty this place gives never disappoints
Sometimes it's a flower peeking through the leaves
Or a vine growing, maybe a new bush
Slowly I exit in anticipation of familiar scents
The cedar, the green, the lake all have their own flavors
As I put in the key and slowly turn the knob
The scent of cottage envelops me
For a second, I am at peace, home
And after all is settled, and all is unpacked
I listen, to the sounds of the forest
I try to hear the waves, are they crashing 
Or still, I wonder what tomorrow will bring
But for now, I lie still and exhale
Nothing can find me here
No stress, nothing, but peace
And a familiarness felt by those before me
I often wonder if they visit here too
But for now, I am alone in my calm
Until tomorrow, when I will explore
My favorite places, do my favorite things
If I want to 
Because here time stands still



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Upon A Bed Of Petals

                                                        Upon A Bed of Petals
                                    The fragrance is so heavenly full of romance
                            With petals smooth and colorful it puts me into a trance
                                    The light shines upon the area of which they lay
                               With the oasis of beautiful smell I fall in a deep delay
                                    The aroma of sweet beauty comes a dream
                                With motion that reveal emotions with great steam

                                                        Upon A Bed Of Petals
                           Comes a well spent year with joyous laughter and self appeal
                                   With open arms we embrace the life that is surreal
                             Comes a time that we do have to dream with petals of life
                                         With occasional choices of passion and strife 
                                   Comes a venue of flowers of many beauty with value
                                      With another part of each season we stand true

                                                         Upon A Bed Of Petals
                                  The scent of life passes through and makes new
                                With loops that can be seen in an open sky so blue
                                   The wind takes one petal or two to show a trust
                          With to passionate people lying by the petals love is entrust
                                     The beauty is that the petal lasts in memory of
                              With two people passion with love rules true and above


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Rosalina

Rosalina is a Spanish lass,
she slipped across the Juarez pass;
evaded the cops, eluded the hounds,
and made it up to my hometown.
Biggest brown eyes to ever grace God’s green earth,
a mouth filled with happiness, laughter, joy and mirth.
Legs so long and lean that they touch the ground,
and stretch all the way back up to paradise found.
Hips that swivel, swing and sway independently,
defying all of the known laws of gravity.
A voice so soft and sweet it puts the angels to shame,
makes my heart skip a beat every time she says my name.
Breasts so round and firm they bounce to a Latin beat;
make a blind man stare and a deaf mute speak.
Puts her arms around my neck, leans forward and kisses me;
giving me a little glimpse of what eternity will be.
Sits in my lap and tells me all of her hopes and dreams,
makes me think the Lord moved heaven to earth, or so it seems.
She wiggles and jiggles and giggles a lot;
makes a warm blooded man sun spot hot.
God surely looked down from heaven and took pity on me,
and sent lovely Rosalina to take good care of me.
She’s sweeter than honey from the honeycomb,
and makes my house a happy, loving home.
So, if the jerks at INS think they are going to deport my gal, well,
those lousy stinking rat bastards can go straight to hell.


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Apple Of My Eye

She is a southern girl.
She is a country gal.
She is the apple of my eye.
Her beautiful long red hair is done up in a ponytail.
A baseball cap sits upon her head all cattywampus.
She has the most lovely sparkling green eyes.
She has a beautiful smile that drives me wild.
She has the softest voice in the whole wide world.
And of course she speaks with a southern drawl.
I have never seen her in a dress.
It’s sweatshirt and faded jeans in the fall and winter.
It’s t-shirt and jean shorts in the spring and summer.
As for her feet it’s her choice: tennis shoes or flip flops.
For all of eternity she will always be the apple of my eye.


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Indefinite Love

I saw a young lady who was so perfect that she made my heart beat
I could not figure it out and now I really don't know I had to take a seat
She smiled like an angel in the heavens with glorious blinding teeth
She seems so kind and full of life and never put people beneath
I do not have a bad thought or a moment without any ease
I notice that because she pulled me up and smiled with a tease
She kept things close to her like my hand and my heart
She knew that I was just the man that gave her a good start
I never had a thought of leaving because of a fight
I will never part with her because she is my sight
She looks forward at all times and never looks back
She knows how I am if some one would hurt her I would attack
I will never leave her side with out her knowing she is safe and sound
I am the man of her dreams I will never let her down hard on any ground
She loves me with all her heart and I know this because she gives me the look
She knew how long I waited for her to notice me, I remember it was long time it took
I waited by her side when she was ill and could not walk 
I held her hand and made her smile when I told her I love her, when I talk
She noticed it in my voice the feelings with care
She never looked at me in a blank stare


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A Genuine Memory of Love

Wish I could rewind the hands of the clock,
Only love songs with you I'll slowly rock.
There's many things I didn't get to say,
You left me & gone on a rainy day.

I still didn't give you that gift,
Just once more in my arms, you I wished I'd lift.
Your many attributes & words I did admire,
Like Jesus is the only way to escape Hell's fire.

A granny so awesome you showed that you care,
And a strong shoulder needed you were always there.
Teach all daily to do what's right,
And there's victory for us if we unite.

How can I forget whenever you call,
A short prayer was said for me & all.
I'm ever thankful for your blessings & love,
I'm guilty for not giving you what you deserve.

Through grief & pain you were holding strong,
Still hoping your days on earth were more long.
But you will always stay deep in my heart,
Because of the great things to me you taught.

"Don't trod the road that's broad & wide",
I'm trying hard so I'll see you on the other side.
Surely you're up there looking down,
With flowers, white dress & a golden crown.


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The Treasures Within

A beggar had been sitting at the side of a road
For over thirty years on a box which was old.
One beautiful day a stranger walked by.
“Spare some change?” – asked the beggar and sighed.
“I have nothing to give you”, - said the stranger to him,-
“What is that you are sitting on?” “Just an old box, I seem.
I’ve been sitting on it for as long as I live”.
“Ever looked what’s inside?” “There is nothing in it”.
“Have a look in to see - there’s something or not”.
So he opened the box and it was filled with gold. 

I was inspired by a parable from Eckhart Tolle’s Book “The Power of Now”.


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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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Eye ear you

All you imprisoned soldiers screaming for help/
All you sending empty promises to the veld/
Tears that are heartfelt/
Eye ear you/
All you who feel lyrical bullets shooting through your blood vessels/
You Infants drilling a hole through her womb to have a peek of life before that day/
Those climbing evil branches from the tree of life/
Eye ear you/
Those attacked in their own jungle/
Fought with no loud rumble/
Happiest souls eating from the bin like a couple/
Eye ear you/
I am back from my dead/
Spoke peace ate dreams wiped tears in my dead/
His poetic wings shadowed me fed me with my bread/
Eye ear you/
Here's a toast to my dad/
I am an angel i can speak with the dead/


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In memory of Bob

In memory of Bob
A true story.

It was in spring of two thousand when I first saw Bob. I’d just started working at Perth Dental hospital, and in fact it was my first day there. I walked up to the front door of this building, but it wasn’t yet opened. So I turned around and went to sit in the bus shelter which was just outside the building. As I went to sit down I noted a dark skinned gentleman sitting there with a happy, benign look on his face. He was about five feet eight give or take a little, and he was rather a thickset man who looked like he’d done his fair share of hard work in his sixty years or more.

     There was something about this Gentleman that I could not quite put my finger on. He had a certain charisma about him; not the phony kind of charisma that one seen in the car salesman or the philanderer who messes with women’s heads, no, Bob had a kind of friendly smile for everyone that he met, and he seemed to draw people into him with his love, and gigantic heart. I knew as soon as I met him that Bob was most definitely for me.

      As Bob looked at me and smiled, the whole world seemed to open up. He said “Ow ya  going mate” in a loud ebullient manner, then we started to chat. Bob was like myself, a thinker, and straight away we started philosophizing about this, that, and the other, and it was like we had known each other forever. Then all of a sudden I found Bob talking about death, and the difference in the way the Maori people faced death, compared to the rather the silly way us white folk look at the subject with great fear in our hearts. Now this had always interested me, and  somehow it just seemed natural to talk to this Maori gentlemen on this subject, and we spoke about it till the doors opened and it was time to work.

      I don’t think anything happens just by chance, and I definitely have this feeling that Bob and I were meant to meet, and I really think this was a major destiny thing. I have found during the course of my life,  that as I am aging, I can feel something pushing me into a certain direction, and I always felt that Bob was part of all this; and I had much to learn from him. Although I have never believed in organized religion, and never followed one I have always felt deeply spiritual, and I have met many people who I learned from, and Bob was most definitely one of them with all his great wisdom and patience. As I came to know Bob, we had many dialogues together, on many subjects. Bob used to love music and could always have time to plonk away on his guitar. He used to come round to my place and we would play songs together, though both he and I were no Eric Clapton’s, I would bang around on my guitar and play the harp, while we would both take out turns at singing. We’d have a smoke or a beer or two, and we’d play songs all day long,  ahhh, I remember those days well, the memories are so strong.

     Bob was one hell of a man, I could tell that he had been a wild one in his youth,
But when I knew him in his sixties he was an icon of wisdom and virtue; he had a kind word for everyone, and gave all his time to anybody who needed him, always.
He used to hear me waffling on like an idiot, trying to make him like me [as I always did] but never once did he tell me how foolish I was, he would just smile knowingly at me. He used to stand there at the window for hours, just drinking in the trees, or the clouds in the sky, and yet he was so aware, I used to try to sneak up on him; it couldn’t be done. His awareness was incredible.

     Then one day Bob fell ill with terminal cancer, and he knew that he had very little time left on this Earth. He lay there sick for days in intolerable pain,  but you never heard one complaint from him, even when he only had days to live, he was still worrying about the welfare of others. When the day finally come for Bob to leave his shell; he was lying there in deep sleep, when all of a sudden he woke up, with a smile on his face. His children asked him ‘Dad, do you want some pain killers” Bob laughed, compassion written all over his face, and he said to them ‘Not one of you has a clue, have you’ and he died with a big smile on his face.

   His daughter got in touch with me, and told me about his death, and also told me that his last wish was to have me watch his soul leave his body. I felt very honored about this and went and sat with his body [as Maoris do]. I got the most peaceful feeling come to me [which I presume was his spirit leaving his body] as I watched his silent body, a Mari war stick and a beautiful rose lay across his chest. I still see it, and I feel blessed by it. He was my Maori warrior, and I adored the man.
 


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SOUNDS OF THE WEATHER BY THE BEACH

                                         


                                         The rush of swish against the shoreline
                                             The wind blowing swift by is a sign
                                     A storm a brewing, clattering, and shattering
                                       The thunder clapping a great sky battering
                                                  The waves swoosh higher up
                                           As you can get this sound like in a cup
                                               But more so just cover your hand
                                       Now the feeling of grit giving sound to sand
                                              Whoosh! the wind takes your hair
                                        It is fear-est when water spit as it declare
                                        War on your skin, with vibration that pings
                                        And the silence of slow blowing wind sings


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Taste like Chicken



In the wee hours of the morning
When the owls and imps were upon the marsh
We would take our old pirogue and paddle into the darkness
Our intent was to catch bullfrogs but anything was game 
We were two young boys armed with BB guns and fishing poles
Headlights strapped hard and tight around our skulls
We searched the shore and stumps for eyes glowing in the night
Cypress trees towered overhead and occasionally the canopy would break
And we would see the clouds drifting quickly past and catch a glimpse of the moon
The paddles would never break the waters surface, as silence was our friend
Once we spotted our prey we would move in slowly and my brother would creep 
Slowly to the bow.  He would bend over the bow reaching out many feet in front of the boat and grab the frog behind the front legs and quickly stash it away into a burlap sack
Every catch brought us great pleasure, as this was no easy feat.  We could have shot them with the BB guns but that was illegal and not nearly as fun.  On occasion we would have to steal them from a water moccasin that was ready to strike.  Those moments were like lighting and only steeled our intentions to catch more. 

Once we had caught a dozen or so we would begin to look for other prey to catch or harass (we were teenagers and couldn’t help ourselves).  The occasional raccoon caught out in the open was always fun to chase but never pleasurable to have in the pirogue with us.  We learned that lesson the hard way one night when I pushed the boat into the fork of a cypress tree with an old mother coon eating a turtle.   My brother and I fought like hardened sailors to keep her at bay but both ended up in the water and nearly sank the pirogue.

Other occasions found us pulling loggerhead turtles from the depths and trying to dispatch them before they bit off a finger.

We both have all our appendages to this day, but I swear Lord we tried, we really tried to lose them. 

I never saw a frog leg jump from the pan, but the old man did make us slice them at the knees just to be sure we didn’t loose a piece of that meat that tasted better than any chicken I ever ate.


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morning shower

Morning Shower

This morning I have carefully slumbered into the bathroom to start the shower
Groggy and tired I turn the control counterclockwise to a satisfying temperature
I step inside the cubical and shiver with the initial shock of water pouring on me
My body starts to melt as the warmth covers me like a warm blanket

Worries and agendas come seeping through the shower tiles like unavoidable green monsters
Clouds of steam give a ferocious roar and the mischievous scoundrels scamper off into hiding,
Knowing that they will return once again

I’m taken to some place new
A beach with sand white as snow and the sun’s rays kissing every inch of my skin;
With the sounds of a soothing melody and a reggae beat off in the distance
I don’t recall the song but find myself knowing every word and sing along,
As my mood is calmed and contented 


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Second Hand Leather

Second Hand Leather
Cocooned in love
The day was frightfully cold with snow softly falling. I was not prepared for this but 
only for the warmth of sunshine. I stepped off the plane covered only in a sundress 
and sandals.  I began to shiver as I rushed for cover. My sister in laws would bring 
comfort but little did I know just how much!
Welcomed with open arms I began to thaw and settle in a bit. This was going to be 
a trip that would forever leave a print on my heart. We were going out for a special 
dinner. You see it’s Christmas! She opened her closet and took out her very own 
coat. This was the most beautiful coat I had ever seen.
This is when she handed it over to me and said, “Try it on darling –if it fits and you 
like it –it’s yours”! I could not believe it as I knew it cost a lot of money and it was 
just beyond beautiful. It was a Full Length Leather Coat with beautiful designs on it. 
I had never had anything so wonderful given to me.
When I put it on it was magical. The fit was perfect and for me there was a 
transformation. Somehow a feeling came over me like nothing ever before. I felt 
special and could hardly wait to look in a mirror as I knew something changed inside 
me forever at that moment. What was it, what had just happened?
I wore the coat and danced around in it when no one was watching like I was a 
princess. I had this second hand coat for many years and always felt beautiful and 
special when I put it on. It was the love that I was cocooned in. She cared enough 
to give me her very own coat that she had bought for herself. I wore it until it was 
tattered and someone said to me, “I would love that coat”. I took it off and passed 
it on with the same love to cocoon that person.    


                                                                                  Debbie 
Knapp                                      


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An Unreachable Diamond In My Nest

Even in her weakness, her adoration multiplies oh...... the animals are also not left out as the serpent of the wilderness finds grace under her shadows and the dragons of the forests dance to her hymns. Of all the men showcasing their might, the strong, the rich, the mighty and the elegant; the wise, the intelligent, the skilled and the glamorous you looked down and smiled at me. This is a world which seems not true. your choice of me, seized my consciousness but I immediately came back to Life because I also found you on the other side this shows how you have taken over my being. I'm not even worthy of your competition yet you broke the rules you created to make me yours. I am now indebted to you and my Life, the definition of your choices. My breathe will be the function of your will, your Love? I cling unto it like a cub to its mother. I never thought I will meet your gaze but now I possess your thighs. I never imagined feeling your touch but now, I experience your warm embrace. I never thought I could hold your hands but now, your body belongs to me. I will cherish every part of you, take care of every of your needs and ensure your glow never goes faint. I'll take the bites of several wolves to ensure your feet doesn't go red. I'll persevere the fall from several logs to ensure you never have a headache and I'll absorb the heat of the red hot furnace to ensure your skin doesn't go rough. All I'm saying honey, is, I will love you much more than you can ever imagine. having you is an undeserving blessing. Loving you is staying deservedly blessed.


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Five Million New Americans

I welcome the five million new Americans
the president legalized today.
To the new Americans:
don’t trust the politicians,
now that you are legally here
in the good old U S of A,
the political hacks are going to take
a large portion of your money,
screw you and your family members
each and every chance they get
and try to get you to abort your unborn babies
because they believe that there are
far too many humans on planet earth already
and that roaches, snakes, worms and rats
need more open areas on the planet to breed.
Professional politicians are more closely related
to such loathsome creatures than they are
to normal human beings such as you and I.
Welcome my brothers and sisters.
May God bless you on a daily basis.


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Female Companion

                                                     She is so typical
                                                           So critical
                                                   For most part difficult

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

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

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

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


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THE GLITTER OF LIFE

THE GLITTER OF LIFE A tiny sparkle of hope Hidden within the gloom We only see muddy water Occupying all of our room There is a pretty flower Beneath those tall weeds Buried far out of sight We look not that deep We seek bad news So eagerly caught We forget good news Should be what is sought Let us take a quick peek Of the descriptionalization It is what life is all about To reach full realization The hovering dark cloud Brings depression and woe Feeling trapped in sadness Pulling with an evil tow You become a hard rock Or it seems like one of them Now the trials before you only Sand and polish you to a gem Your eye catches a twinkle To tap your vision per say It travels far within to spark Happy thoughts your way Those clouds of gloom Cover up the shiny light The glitter inside of you That wants to shine bright All those weeds can hide you Even from your very own face So it is time to pull those weeds To clear the area of your space A crushed spirit as written Will only dry up the bones Whereas is your joyful heart A good medicine to own Our strength is from within The joy of the Lord in each one Our individual glitter of life To shine with strong emotion When you do shine your light To see your pathway grounds The glitter of life will be seen That most abundantly surrounds There will be a glow of beauty Like nature covered in sequins The flowers bursting through Even the tallest weeds of grim You will see the difference You will finally get the hint Even if you only shine a bit With a brief flashing glint To shine your light is simple Though it seems hard to do Hum a merry tune, or whistle Even a smile changes attitudes Clear the air with a breeze of hope Thus letting the light inside glisten A new wind of change on a good note Chiming a beautiful tune – just listen Lean not on our own understandings To form opinions of what appears to seem It is the faith within that holds the victory To overcome the world and conquer our dreams We are all sprinkles of the glitter of life Scattered through dark clouds of gloom Fighting our way through evil and such Brightening the path for happiness to bloom Florence McMillian (Flo)


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So that was how the beautiful piece of heaven they had on earth stopped existing

We live in a world full of anger, hate, mistrust, fear and hypocrisy, but it wasn’t meant that way. Once upon a time, thousands of years ago God created a green, pretty and healthy planet to live in where all the animals could work together and live in peace, but suddenly, all started to change. There was a kind and good-intentioned lion, the king of the world, that always tried to do the best for his planet, taking care of all the animals on earth and maintaining peace all along the different species, but there was also a hyena, his best friend, who was so jealous of the king that he stabbed him on the back. The lion always trusted on his best friend, he told him everything he knew and all his thoughts. He thought he would be there for him whenever he needed him and always sought for his good, but the king started to notice his odd mood and felt like he was loosing his best buddy, he tried to talk to the hyena but he refused. So the king turned to somebody else to ask what was going on with his friend and nobody told him. That was so weird, everybody loved the king, everybody would kiss his ass for free, but not now, everything was different, not just with the king but the mood itself. Everything looked sad, darker, like dead. Then, one afternoon, at the weekly meeting of the Great Council, where everyone was discussing, telling wrongs and rights, the hyena stood and spoke up and turned everybody from the king, he was creating a revolution. With all the king’s ideas, with all the tactics he had, the hyena started to create a new team, he was creating bad people, he created evil. Even though there were still animals in the lion’s side, the evil one was stronger. The king, surprised and devastated by his best friend’s betrayal, he took up arms and started to defend his kingdom, the beautiful world he had. So they all started to fight, there was blood split everywhere, screaming, shouting and violence all around the place, like never before. Nobody stopped until wining or dying, dying was the choice they had to make to live in honor. So that was how the beautiful piece of heaven they had on earth stopped existing.


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The Emotions of One Life

How can one easily express the emotions intact within?
Every day we are tackled by various emotions
I imagine just how strong they would be
If the entire world's emotions were all squished together into one
Surely it would be more powerful than any nuclear bomb...
Oh, when our emotions are expelled from being bottled up within for so long...
My, how strong they can be? 
I don't believe my volcano of emotions has erupted yet but, man,
Something has definitely been cooking from within... 

As for one individual, Laura Elizabeth Breidenthal, ("Breanderthong" for others...)
I have been juggled about by new emotions lately
Some really nice emotions, and others downright, miserably...
Indubitably,(had to use the word)...impeccably... horrible
But, you know, I can't possibly have the worst
I know others out there that seem to have it so bad...

I won't go into what I've been feeling lately
Because that would take longer than a sermon at church
And who really wants to hear a ranting preacher? 
—Or read work by a ranting preacher for that matter... 

But really, imagine having to calculate every emotion you have felt in your life
Imagine one person doing that
...would it leave an impact? 
Imagine everyone calculating their emotions
How similar would we be to one another?
How different?
I've wondered this often...
It just intrigues me how intricately designed...how truly...sensitive...in tuned we are...

Hm... not sure how I veered off like this, but I just want to say...
Appreciate this opportunity
Appreciate the fact that we HAVE emotion
And through art…through poetry, we can show our true sentiments
...our amazing imaginations....our true, beautiful emotions
Even the negative ones, when we express them through art,
You can see the true beauty of having the freedom—
...the GIFT,
to FEEL. 

The emotions of one life can affect the entire world...
But most importantly they can affect YOU
And they have; whether through indifference,
Or inspirational happiness,
We are a fortunate race


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The Beautiful Hands of the Bridegroom A true story

~The Beautiful Hands of the Bridegroom(A true story)
   "Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . "


~My grandmother called me one day disturbed  by a recurring open vision, 
  saying, “Two beautiful hands were let down unto me from the ceiling. 
  “What does it mean? I keep seeing these hands every night after 
   I lie down in bed.” 

~Immediately, I knew the answer.  I said, grandma, the left hand has 
   a wedding ring, on the left finger, does it not? A brief silence on the 
   other end of the phone, “Why yes John it sure does, now that you 
   mention it. It is the most beautiful wedding ring that I have ever seen.” 
   To which I replied, “Granny, it is your Lord assuring you that He is your 
   spiritual husband. Do not be sad when He comes to take you home“ 
   I reassured my eighty year old grandmother. She said, ”Yes that is exactly 
   what it means. I had not thought of that.” 

~This was a divinely granted clear plan given to my granny afterwards 
   she was never frightened of death again. 

~A few days later, my expression of principle said,” One day soon I will 
   awaken your granny New in the night and tell her to go into the living 
   room and sit on the couch, for it will be the time that I will take her 
   soul home with me. 

~About eight months later the shuttle truck for the elderly stopped at 
   my granny’s door one morning to take her into town for dinner with her 
   friends. She did not answer the door. The body could be seen through 
   the window, sitting upright on the couch hands folded in lap with head 
   leant to one side as if asleep. The fully clad body wore house shoes... 
   This was the adoption of my dear granny… Martha New.


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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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Home

As I've grown older I have come to realize that even though Wyoming is a beautiful State and my life is here.
My Heart will always belong to Up-state New York. 
The peace and quiet of the tranquil rolling Adirondacks that so few in this world will ever experience. 
I went yesterday before my flight just 100 yards from my sisters house and it was like a whole different world. the soft wet leaves of a fresh fallen rain made the walk silent enough to walk right up on a squirrel and not even scare him.
No Squirrel stew for him though, he just ran about like I wasn't even there. 
I know as I grow even older that life will keep with me, 
the Beautiful sight in my mind and remind me of when I found my roots, 
and how amazed I was when I found them.


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L O M L Always

The thought of her smiling gave me faith
From when we were little we bathe
My mother and her mother is best friends
They both took care of us and gifts they send
We pulled each others hair
And she was always quick to dare
When I smiled at her she knew it was no good
She learned to pull me up and she understood
I just wanted her attention and that she gave
She knew it in her heart love was my slave
From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way
She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away
When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad
I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad
When some one special leaves her heart
I sat by her and never wanted to depart
She is the love of my life always
She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days
So I gave her my heart and love from within
And I did not make it thin
I stood by her side since I was a child
I gave her my support when we were wild
She knew who I was and I let her go the distance
I did not hate her or give her resistance
My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end
Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend
So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife
She new it from the start that we part of each others life


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Saying vs Doing

So carefree into the nature I pass,
So carefree I roll onto the soft grass.
YOU HAVE TO FEEL THE NATURE IN YOU-
So said my reverened Guru.

As I got older, I  carried those words only in my head.

I saw a nice house beside mine 
A palacial one, patterns so fine
I thought if I had been the owner
In place, I felt, I became 'ower'.

I saw one of my friends 
Holding a pair of beautiful hands;
I felt red with spleen
With envy, I got green.

I saw a man driving a Ferrari,
I couldn't be at all marry;
And I had a heartburn,
Into my heart, that really did turn. 

Now I am aged and torn
And see a child as it is born;
I feel jealous as I have creased skin
I feel like to replace the babe, as beautiful as a bean.

...At long last, I realize

I did not pass the nature into me
Yet affected, I'm there, where lies she;
I bore the words only in my head,
And terribly did I neglect.

What's the use of keeping the words in head
If in practise those do not reflect?


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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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My Happiest Day

 I didn’t know the doctor.
I don’t know how I chose him.
Perhaps my landlady had recommended him
or maybe I simply picked him 
from the yellow pages.
I was two thousand miles away
from my mother or any relative 
or friend with whom I could 
go to for advice. 
It was embarrassing to open 
up to this stranger, 
but I needed to know.

The doctor had bad news for me.
I was not pregnant and it was
doubtful that I would ever be pregnant.
My body had betrayed me.
I left his office in despair
and cried myself to sleep
in my young husband’s arms
after I had burdened him
with the doctor’s report.
I wanted to be pregnant.
I needed to be pregnant.
Most of the young brides of my age
had a baby during the first year of marriage.
It was going on two years for us
with no sign of pregnancy.
I was alone all day while
my husband worked  and
my baby would be company.
We had come to this city for work, 
when my husband could not
find a good paying job
near our native home in North Dakota.
I was young and lonely. 
    
The doctor had given me a prescription
to take for the symptoms that had puzzled me.
I don’t remember the name of the medicine
but it made me very ill.
The nausea did not get better
so I returned to the doctor.
He decided to give me the rabbit test.
The test came back positive.

My husband was worried about me.
World War Two was in full swing.
He thought he would be drafted and
he didn’t want me alone in the city
so far from my family.
We left the city of Detroit and
moved out to the West Coast 
where my folks now lived.
We arrived by train, just
two weeks before my baby was born.
It was March 4th, 1943 when
I first held my beautiful son.
I inspected his perfect body,
gazed at his beautiful face and
smiled at the bright red hair on his head.
It was the happiest day of my life.  



For Carol Brown's Happiest Day contest won 5th place


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Beautiful I am

Beautiful I am
By: Zamir

© Content Copywritten

I remember thinking that I didn’t fit the image of what society deems beautiful 
I remember I thought my beauty was not beautiful
I wanted to change my hair
I wanted to change my skin
I wanted change my nose
Above all, I wanted to change my neck, because I thought it was just too long
Fast forward to today and learning who I am, Zamir, a daughter of Zion
I know I am Beautiful and made to please my creator who formed and shaped me in the womb

Beautiful I am
Made to praise you
Beautiful I am 
Made in your image
Beautiful I am
Wonderfully and Fearfully Made
Beautiful I am

Growing into the woman I am now
It took me some time to realize my beauty 
Forgetting that outward beauty doesn’t make me who I am
Beauty is vain but a woman who fears The Most High shall be praised

Beautiful I am
Made to praise you
Beautiful I am 
Made in your image
Beautiful I am
Wonderfully and Fearfully Made
Beautiful I am

Most High you created me just the way I was meant to be
You shaped me in the image of you wife: Ruwach Qadash
What’s done in heaven resembles what’s in earth
My beauty is inward and shines outward
My purpose is to please you
I desire to be a vessel used for your glory

Beautiful I am
Made to praise you
Beautiful I am 
Made in your image
Beautiful I am
Wonderfully and Fearfully Made
Beautiful I am

~Shalawam~
~Zamir~



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For Love of Liliana

On the 30th of June you entered this world,
so cute and content my beautiful girl.
I have never seen such a proud father,
kissing your hands and feeling your feet. 
Little blue eyes so hard to forget 
wrapped in a pink shawl, you were my princess. 
Your brothers smile when he first met you. 
He stroked your cheek and called your name.
But, it was too late my tiny princess.
The angels couldn't wait any longer. 
On the 30th of June you left this world,
so peaceful and pale my beautiful girl:Liliana


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For Laura

My best friend, 
Through shining days and endless nights I remember our times, when we laughed and played as if nothing mattered. If I could just make you that happy again. You are beauty and grace, Flawlessly you hold your own. I only wish you didn't feel you must hold all inside. If I could show you, you could trust me. Lean on me. Throw all your sorrows upon me so I could carry them so you won't have to. Lay your world on ,y shoulders and I will hold you up. I am amazed and astounded by the way you still push on even when you feel like giving up, still you hold on. When things fell apart, And you cried and felt alone, I wish I could have been there and held you and brought you peace-brought you sweet relief. I wish I could have saved you from the pain when the emptiness took hold; but still, you kept going. I only wish I could measure up, even in the slightest bit. When the pain seemed to never end and you fell down broken, torn, and shattered on the ground-I can only ever pick you back up and be by your side as I have sworn. I wish I never made you hurt, I wish I never made you cry. And I'm sorry the scars that wrap themselves around me cause you so much harm. I don't want to drown you in anymore sorrow
I don't want to pull you down, though I do, and I fear I'll lose you because of that. I can't do much and maybe I'll never be enough, but it's all I have to offer. I'll always remain by your side, ready to pick you up when you fall, ready to give you my arm when you need someone to hold onto.  Place to rest your head when you need to cry-even with my cracks and my breaks, and chips and flaws I'll still be around  for you as they matter not to me. And I'll keep you up as much as I can. I hope only that I do not fail you, and let you fall. 
To see you smile, you truly happy, is my greatest wish. I would give my life up for you. You; my dearest closest friend, are beauty and grace, you are flawless and perfect to me. Just take my hand
Be not afraid and know you are never alone. Do not ever feel you are on your own, I'll never leave your side; for you, there, always I will be wanting to make you smile, wanting to make you happy. Please do not feel sorrow, do not feel alone, you've never let me down now let me do the same. I love you more than I can express, more than I can show. You are my greatest friend, You are my sister, You mean so much and more. You amaze me every day, With your smile and hope, with your strength and grace, with your words and eloquence, I always feel a sense of envy But it'll never matter much for I cherish you and all you are far too much.
You are beauty and grace, you are flawless.


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A Vessel Unto Honour

I was once a beautiful vessel
Brimming with wine at the king's table
Uniquely made 
A vessel of inestimable value
Admired by the guest who eat from the king's table

One day the king found another vessel
I was no where to be found around the king's table
The king's guest forgot  i ever existed
I was thrown out
The ash heap adopted me
The rodents found in me a place to dwell

But time gave me a second chance
The potter found me
He washed me clean 
I've found a new place to stay
I dwell amongst  the potter's vessels
The potter knows my colour
shape and purpose

I'm far from perfection
Though perfectly imperfect
He has displayed me for all to see
The ash heap which thought i was ruined 
I'm elevated
High on the potter's shelf
And once again 
I,m a beautiful vessel unto honour  


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Strayed Arrow

There’s a Swahili adage that goes
‘Mshale ulioingia msituni haujapotea’
An arrow that has been cast (shot/strayed) into the forest is not lost
I guess this is one of those arrows
~~~   	~~~   	~~~
As usual, it’s yet another crow of the neighbour’s cock
Gotta wake up, the dawn will soon be gone... and another day too will be gone 
But today, I really don’t feel up to it all
And to pretend that I do will be a pointless struggle
The same thing every day
All day long
Today I think from this routine I should fall
Perhaps I may pay a visit to my friendly monkeys down in the valley
Perhaps I’ll go to that spot by the river
And watch the crocodiles basking in the sun
Or I could go further up and say hi to the hippos and crown birds
Or I should just go to the forest
I might say hi to a gazelle, a giraffe or a zebra
I’m sure I’ll be inspired to strum a beautiful piece on my guitar
Even the trees need to hear my music
Or I could go and climb that hill over there
It’ll give me a chance to refresh my mind
Also seeing my territory down below might remind me why I’m Wiseton Prins
When my thoughts have been distilled 
I might go take a swim down in the lake
And on my favourite stone I’ll sit in the sun to dry
All the while hoping my favourite mermaid would dare light of day
And come up to say hi
It’s been quite a while since she and I conversed
And to think I dreamt of her the night before last
Sometimes I wish she could really come to life
Then she’d be perfect to be my wife
Oh, this mortal love has a tendency to scratch deep in my heart
Makes me bleed most of the time
Nowadays I’m suspicious of every sugar laced smile cast my way by a beautiful girl
For if I say yes to her delight
Today in my life she’ll be the sun, moon and the star
Tomorrow she’d be the vampire who defies the dark
Sucking all happiness out of my life, turning the peaceful movie of my life into horror
Why can’t I ever find true love that lasts through time
I’m tired of all these sugar-coated love with nothing but hot pepper inside
Good thing is, today I’m gonna take a pause
Break away from the flow
Good thing is my arrows have been shot into the jungle of dreams
And a good hunter or gather is bound to find its kill or its keep 
And the finesse of its make is bound in some degree to impress

Damn, what the heck have I been talking about
Uh, I’ll go over it tomorrow
Where’s my guitar... don’t forget the pad and pen


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Beautiful Fire

I thought you knew me

But I guess I was wrong.

 

I handed you my heart

And you returned to me ashes.

Touch like blue fire,

You seared away my soul.

 

In the end I still loved you,

You with no heart and no soul.

You’re the beautiful flames;

So dangerous, but so irresistible to me.

 

That look in your eyes

When you told me it was over.

Your eyes showed hatred,

But your heart still stuttered inside.

 

Your eyes burned away the last of me,

For I couldn’t see within you.

You hid my salvation,

And my heart was lost in the past.

 

It’s still stuck there,

My burned, loving heart.

It’s waiting for you to remember

And to burn me once more.

 

For you are the beautiful fire

That my heart beats for alone.

And I will wait forever

For the return of your flames.


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Osmosis

Autopilot tired
broken wings
sore in soaring flight
fluttering, down-spiral 
clouds streaming beyond fog 
drowsy
then, 
three barrel rolls
swirling through silver light
simulcast storm shakes black topsoil
mineral enriched,
vitamins collide,
seep through porous skin
providing synthesized eruptions
cataclysmic spasms drop knowledge undetected by erudition
 
Thick walls wobble, crack, then begin to close in on the thin skull
a metaphysical transformation manifests 
three!
three!
threes permeate 
preserving Oblivion...
 
Earth, moon, stars
proton, neutron, electron, 
mother, father, child

Fertile land dissolves for the horizon
turquoise soaks toes
and so 
an enigmatic awakening 
idle imagination swiftly shifts gears here
from stationary stone 
to being thrown through the moon
effervescent agitation bubbling oceans strewn
triggering intensity
tridimensional trepidation 
sleet sheets pelt clipper ships

Parochial, no longer the vision
mood scoots through sinister to happy-go-lucky 
three grim blankets lift from melodramatic souls

This mighty universe revolves
aflame with AGAPE...

                                         (*sappy to sophisticated)
The final oscillation 


©2014 ~JSL PoetTreez Publishing


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Harmony

I saw you today in the dust on the china cabinet. It was cloudy but the gray always makes the pigment of the trees more prevalent. The purple flowers reminded me of your wigs somehow. I never knew you when you had hair. Just a petite little thing with scarves tied around your head. You were so beautiful no matter what the time of day. April was raining this afternoon and I was too. But only for a moment when I saw your eyes in the shine of the teacups. Tea was always a favorite of yours.


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Kids and Pets

Leo was a feline, passed away at nine.
She lived six years in the house where
She was born. Her Mother was a stray
Michelle fed at the curb. Elsa was a
Stray, half-dead. Smelled the goldfish
We had in a pond in the backyard.
A can of tuna brought her back to life.
Diedra and Gary are my beautiful kids too.
I am a Mom to all of God's beautiful ones.


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Stormy Stormy Night

As sunset begins to set in the sky takes on a deep salmon color.
Clouds of grays and whites start to mix and stir taking on a awesome sight.
The greenery begins to glow of a yellow hew.
The pinks turn to red and greys turn to a charcole and black.
The winds pick up tossing trees to the left and to the right.
This is the beginning of a stormy stormy night.
Then as the drops of rain begin to fall, they slap everything not just one but all.
Then as the storms pace begins to quicken the sound become that of a earie thing.
Hail begins to peck upon the roof of tin.
Hail pounding when will it end?.
Then the sky would light up if only for a glance.
Thunder would clap and scare one out of the chance.
Then as quick as it had begun the storm was over just to start all over again.
Hours had passed and the fronts had gone for now off in the distance was a 
wonderful light show.
As it had quieted down we would nessle back into our bedsand closed our eyes for 
a short nap.
Morning had come like a blink of an eye.
The sun was rising what a beautiful sight.
Once again the beautiful skies of electric blue appeared.
Who was to have known of the stormy stormy night?.


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REAL-EYES

O' how weary, the branches of the weeping willow tree,
would seem...
tears fall from the leaves,
and leaves such the scene;

...before the eyes.

Yet remembering the deepth,
inwardly...
to which the root of a thing goes,
leaves the expression
of just how strong
a weary looking thing can be.


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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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The Mistake of the Unstable Mind

Way aback upon the fog of the swamp and the itch of the tree
 lay a beautiful lady that no one ever got to see.

 She was a runaway of sorts but not by her will.
 She ran to stay alive so that she would not be the next kill.

 Now she sits in her little house with her grandfather trying to do what she can do
 but she hasn't seen a soul since five years old and her grandfather had given up very
much to.

 Her grandfather said it was an army that came through her town that carried off everyone
      who spoke her tongue.
 Out of the bed she was pulled and they began to run.

 They had heard the stories that were put by her grandfather into her ear.
 Stories of unspeakable things, ones that brought panic and fear.

 Her grandfather lifted her in his arms and ran as fast as he could frantic to stay alive. 
 It wasn't until they were well into the woods he realized the others had been left behind.

 For the first time she'd seen a grown man cry.
 Then he hugged her closer and through the woods they began to fly.

 Now they sit in their home waiting for any news.
 The people in his town knew this house and she waited for any clues.

 That hope had gone along with her grandfather's mind.
 The house was so far back it seemed just to hard to find. 

 One day the beautiful lady saw something move and out of the house she ran.
 It was a man.

 He looked at her with an admiring face.
 His eyes began to gaze.

 The woman was beautiful but she never knew.
 She had nothing to compare herself to.

 The man was dressed in very unusual clothes.
 She heard something ring and was shocked to see a cellular phone.

 She wondered what had happen over the past fifteen years since she'd been here.
 A phone with no cords. How queer?

 He hung up the phone and she ran to him "What's going on with the Jews in Germany?"
 "What is going on with the war?"
 
 The man looked very concerned and knew not what to say for sure.
 "Ma'am, That war has been over for many years. It's 2004."


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Stormy Stormy Night

As sunset begins to set in the sky takes on a deep salmon color.
Clouds of grays and whites start to mix and stir taking on a awesome sight.
The greenery begins to glow of a yellow hew.
The pinks turn to red and greys turn to a charcole and black.
The winds pick up tossing trees to the left and to the right.
This is the beginning of a stormy stormy night.
Then as the drops of rain begin to fall, they slap everything not just one but all.
Then as the storms pace begins to quicken the sound become that of a earie thing.
Hail begins to peck upon the roof of tin.
Hail pounding when will it end?.
Then the sky would light up if only for a glance.
Thunder would clap and scare one out of the chance.
Then as quick as it had begun the storm was over just to start all over again.
Hours had passed and the fronts had gone for now off in the distance was a 
wonderful light show.
As it had quieted down we would nessle back into our bedsand closed our eyes for 
a short nap.
Morning had come like a blink of an eye.
The sun was rising what a beautiful sight.
Once again the beautiful skies of electric blue appeared.
Who was to have known of the stormy stormy night?.


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Ocean

ON a spring day just walking on a grassy hill, with no shoes. I just stand there looking
out unto the ocean. I see the pretty dolphins just playing with each other.  I noticed
when I got closer they just ran away. They are such beautiful creatures that god has made.
There is so many creatures in the ocean that is so beautiful and peaceful, and some of
them we can’t see when they are so deep down the ocean floor. I love the beautiful fishes
that swim at Hawaii very pretty colors.  AT Hawaii there is so much more to see in the
ocean that is so beautiful,  you need to scuba dive then you can see all the reef, and the
fishes and sometimes you can see a Optus that is just lying there under a rock just
minding his own business.


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The Plain Guy

The Plain Guy and the Beautiful Woman

“Now would you look at that” he said to his Pal at the bar as he nudged his shoulder.  “Look 
at that beautiful woman and who she's with”.  His pal looked over his shoulder to see one of 
the most elegant women he had ever seen, arm in arm with a man rather short, balding and 
rather plain looking.  “He's either got money or a big slong...who knows maybe both.  How 
does a guy as unattractive as he is get such a woman?” replied to his friend who nudged 
him.  “I don't know, I just don't know.”

Hey let's have some fun, come on, follow my lead.  

Hi there,  I'm Fred and this is my Pal Murray.   We saw the two of you come in and well, we 
just had ask you both a question.

The rather plain man spoke up.  “Excuse me but we don't entertain strangers with answers 
to questions we know nothing about.   Your both rude and condescending.  Now please 
leave at once.”

Fred and Murray were not easily dismissed.  Hey wait a minute pal.  We have an important 
question to ask the lady here.

The beautiful woman leaned to her husband and whispered into his ear....and smiled.

The rather plain man spoke up again.  “I believe that I know what kind of question you are 
going to ask.  So let me guess and see if I am correct.”

Okay Pal...go right ahead.....the two men smiled at each other.

“Let's see, you see before you a beautiful woman, yes?”

“Yeah, we do.”

“And you wonder how a rather plain man like myself might attract and yes, even marry such 
a stunning creature, Yes?”

Uh...yeah...that's right.

“And you think I must be very wealthy in order for her to be with someone  like me.  Which is 
insulting to both me and my wife.  Or you think that I might possess a manly tool or both, 
Yes?”

“Hey, we're asking the questions around here.”

“So let me come to a conclusion for you both”.  Said the rather plain man.

“I am a well published author, I am an accomplished concert pianist and I have a genius IQ.  
I enjoy fine art and find beauty in everything I see.  I adore my wife with all the love and 
respect that I can bestow upon her.  And most of all I get her......and she gets me.  Now 
leave before I kick your asses up around your shoulders.”

“Oh boys,”  The beautiful woman finally spoke.  “And he can do it to!  He's a very manly 
man.”


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Testament Of Have Not

God gave me a life to visit the earth
To see the beautiful heaven
Full of fruits and awesome sky
Sets me free with joy and peace

God gave me a mother with full of love
instinctual, unconditional, and forever
persuaded me the greatness of motherhood.
I learnt how dearer was the mother for me
I enjoyed life with liberty and peace.

God gave me a dad with full of care
Affection and great regards
As everything was going grand
I start searching more pleasure and joy
Thus, I have been selfish being all my life.

I punished my parents for my own choices
For the pursuit of happiness.
All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled
And I forgot to wipe other’s tear.

I got sick and found that life is short
I know now how beautiful a day can be
When love and kindness touches the heart
with motherly love.
Be care and cared is only the route 
to our common good, then
Return to the God rest in peace.


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Each Day and Each Night

Once upon a time, 
lived a princess 
who wore a robe 
which covered her feet 
each day and each night 
she dreamed of the day 
her prince charming found her

Once upon a time,
lived a young girl 
who wore barely nothing 
and shivered and shaked
each day and each night 
she dreamed of the day
she had food to eat  

Once upon a time, 
lived a baby girl
who wore no nappy 
and lay there stone cold
each day and each night 
she dreamed of the day 
her parents cared
 
After a while, 
the pretty princess 
who wore a crown on her head 
which shined so bright 
searched for prince charming 
each day and each night 
but still no luck 

After a while,
the yawning young girl 
who wore bags under her eyes
grew tired of looking
but kept on searching 
each day and each night 
for scraps to eat

The end, 
for the pretty princess 
who wore a white dress 
on her big day
found her prince charming 
together they stayed
After a while, 
the beautiful baby 
who wore teary eyes
gave up all hope 
but tried so so hard 
each day and each night 
for a loving stare

The end, 
for the pretty princess 
who wore a white dress 
on her big day
found her prince charming 
together they stayed
each day and each night 

The end, 
for the yawning young girl
who wore a pale face
on her final day
never found them few scraps 
starving she stayed
each day and each night

The end, 
for the beautiful baby 
who wore a clean nappy 
on the new day 
finally found that loving stare 
with a new family she stayed
each day and each night


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Two Most Beautiful Daughters

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I do not want to lose two of the most beautiful women 
There is no point to your loss or mine and I will perceivere
I am scared to the point of fret and fear
You are my blood an I cannot deny nor allow this departure

My mind is there now for you but will it always be the case
One Year now but what about the third the fourth and more
I may move on to be loved by others or you may too but remember me
Remember me as I will you even though loneliness tries to separate us

I do not want you to go but go if you must 
You can choose you can abandon the past 
To ask me later may be difficult even resented or may be a great joy
Or it may be prevented by another imposter one quite like you or one like me

So lets us remain strong and keep our bond
Remove the fear and remember the love the fun of the families 
Remember the games the sport the family and song
If you go remember you are still loved and still the most beautiful of women



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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
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Hopes and Memories

Like a rattlesnake you coil,
Yet I work and toil...
For a love that is forbidden and forsaken,
My heart is broken and my world is shaken.
Go on and live a life that is in shambles,
I always knew that winning your heart was a highstake gamble.
When my world comes crashing around down my ears,
I want you to be the one to quell my fears.
When everyone gangs up on me and I cower in fright,
I need you my white knight.
If need be I will fall on my knees and beg for your heart,
As my world is being torn apart.
While I am swimming in sewage as far as my eyes can see,
The only light around is your eyes of green.
They are the most beautiful eyes I have ever laid eyes upon,
More beautiful than the dawn.
I may not be the prettiest rose,
But you would regret it if my heart you did lose.
So when the sun arises I will drop to my knees,
And pray that one day you will love me.
When my memory fills with pictures of your face once again,
My heart begins to bend...
When i can no longer picture your smile my heart will shatter,
Because when it comes to soul mates you are the only one who has ever mattered.

MODPS


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My school

One afternoon while cleaning the cupboard,
encountered my old school magazine,
in a flash came all the feelings,
the intimate feeling when we were 
togetter, playing,enjoyed studing.
sharing our precious time and cheerful memories togetter,
make my heart light as the beautiful feather.
you know all good things which come to an end,
I hope our collections of mements dont come to an end,
because it belongs to both our quiet moments and tensions.
i really detested the moment when we had to part,
as it will leave emptiness in my heart...
I am proud of my school; which are having at least may be a golden and silver rules.
principle strict and fair, who guided us every time.
teachers who were strict and very just,
who nutured knowledge in us,
it signifies peace and love to all,
isnt that more than enough?
centpercent results came into limelight, our school isnt it very bright?
caste and creed of each and everykind,
had no place for discrimination in the mind.
jealousy and falseness thrown out of mind,
love and share u shall find
with our little hearts greeting always kind.
in activities we were best,
applauded we got with fill zest.
trophiees,awards,medals and cups,presented to us.
its the same old school which i stepped out 7yrs ago,
gone are those beautiful memories,
shall cherish them forever...


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Scantily Clad Ladies



I don't have a problem with scantily clad ladies They all have a right to expose their parts Especially if those parts are firm and voluptuous Who am I to complain The Caribbean is overflowing with these latin beauties Had to look away... my old heart was a-pumping A mile a minute and my eyes started bugging out “Dangerous”, they say... “watch your heart!” Don't these young fillies realize what they're doing to us old guys Of course they do! And they love it! Do I sound like a lecherous old dude So what's so wrong with being a lecherous old dude Some of my best friends fit that description to a “t” Women's bodies are a work of art And are designed to be ogled at It's written on one of those ancient Egyptian tablets So next time one walks by Offer your thanks and quietly wipe the drool from your chin Scantily clad ladies... YEE HAW! © Jack Ellison 2014


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From A Georgia Dream To Love In Tennesse

Lips of cherry, full, to show a lovely smile, she; with a tan of golden brown 
Her silk worthy hair, a light shimmering brown, forming around her beautiful face
A face of innocence, without a blemish, and a smile that could turn, old into new 
Eyes of blue, as blue as a hot summer’s sky, casting of sapphire and indigo bright
That I may remember this moment, She; looking as a movie star, but modest, no flaunt
Her legs long, complimented her shape, giving her essence a tantalizing glow. In a tank top, 
bronze shoulders, her long tan arms looked of softness to hold someone close and never do 
harm. Unleashed, three dogs that followed merrily, obediently; Great Dain, a Sheppard mutt, 
and a small brown pup Oh how I wished I could meet her, but what would I say, I thought 
very hard and managed “Are those your dogs?” said I. “Just the Dain” says she. “Are you a 
Dawgs fan?” she sweetly asked. For I sported my Georgia  hat upon my head, and with a 
hardy exclamation, I excitedly said “OH!! man do I love "Them Dawgs. "A fan since I was 
six, in love with the black and red ith the Packer's G  
Then I bubbling with thrill, when she said she was, a Georgia  cheerleader in; 1991 
From 1991 to 1993 she jumped and cheered for an institution dearly loved which don the 
black and red Packer G.“You were?” I said with  I. For it filled me with glee, I turned a bright 
red, but listened "Yes ,I was born in Savanah" and lived there untill UGA. It was nice to meet 
this beautiful woman who was now I guessed 38 Still with a body of an 18 year old lass, 
turning heads, as with a smile she passed. NowI have been married  30 long years to a 
woman that shares my cheers and my fears. I love her with all of my heart and my soul with 
her love in return of her I’ll never feel old. Of my true life companion, my Sheila, my love, 
not a cheerleader is she, but her heart is as pure as new fallen snow. Her Irish beauty shines 
as the dew on the grass, and would not give up my Sheila  for she is one of a kind  from 
God. I still remember our first meeting and surprise upon her face. In a bar I was full, 
dancing and singing when I sat down with her and her friends, She laughed at the dancing 
man and soon a romance began, then came a daughter. We learned and lived with our faults 
and sins and have forgiven and been forgiven and nothing more do we want. For my Sheila 
and I our love has been sanctioned by or sweet Jesus above.


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Outside

There I sit on my chair just looking outside, wondering what I can do with my life. I can
just sit there just doing nothing or get up and do something with my life. I noticed I
wanted to get up and start walking out side. I walk a long time looking at god creatures
and the beautiful land he made just thinking. I can be anything I put my mind to. I go and
walk some more, to find myself somewhere different. Where am I? Did I get myself lost I
walk so far from home, do I go left or go right. OH no what so I do.  I tell myself it’s
going to be fine. I just love walking here in this nature and listing to all the birds. I
know that I can walk my way home if I just listen and look, I can feel the right way home
with all my help with gods beautiful creatures.


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Montage Meltdown

I thought of Hurricane Katrina and how the boats rolled over spilling diesel fuel and 
oil from their bilge into our peaceful neighborhood lagoons.  Cranes like this one 
were covered in oil standing side by side with Pelicans, Seagulls, Mallards and 
Muskovies. A sad sight.

Living on the waters of Lake Pontchartrain just across from New Orleans,  all birds 
are regulars in our backyards, protected by the Home Owners Association.  It's 
called a beautiful peaceful place to live.  

The lovely child depicted  in the photo reminds me of all the children's clothes, 
shoes, dolls and household belongings floating just below the waters.

Sometimes beautiful photos,  no matter how they were derived,  reminds us of the 
horrors that we know will revisit us again and this photo is one of those sometimes. 





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Millennial Lessons -part 1

And it was as God and His Word had said – 
I watched the lions and the cattle alike grazing, 
Laughter filled the roads of righteousness,
Each action was a kiss from the Spirit, 
Flowing in all of us—those of like mind, and those of great heart

In all of the happiness, I felt something rather strange, 
It was almost a sadness…I couldn’t quite put my finger on it
As I watched the children play with the serpents and scorpions, 
I felt His breath behind me…

In reverential sorrow, I turned and knelt before him and smiled,
Christ lifted me before I objected and looked into my eyes
“Dear one,” He said, His voice soft spoken, yet clear
“Something baffles you; I know it to be so. . .”

I looked at him and sighed, “Surely you know my Lord…”
His eyes glistened as He laid His holy hand upon my shoulder
“Ask, and it will be given to you…”

I smiled, remembering that was the very verse I had studied that morning
He laughed jovially at my slight surprise
“Yes, Lord Christ, as You said, knock and it will be opened.”
He smiled again, with a hint of knowing
Peace rushed over me, and my curiosity and love grew…

“Christ almighty, son of God,” I began, taking his open hands,
“Something baffles me, indeed. Something troubles me even, 
And I have long tried to push it from my mind.”
Squeezing my hands, he remained silent and sober, 
Patiently waiting for me to continue…

“Here I am, among the fields, watching the lion and the cattle, 
Smiling at the fearless children I have helped nurture,
Kissing back the waters of Your Holy Spirit…
Yet Lord, though my eyes never stray from the beauty of these lands, 
My mind often goes to a very dark place, 
A place that I wish You can bring to light, 
A place where the tormented one thrashes and screams,
And no one hears him! 
He is ignored, tormented by his own thoughts
Bashed by the stone of Alone
Cradled in the dust of the abyss…
He, in darkness dwells, as we in light rejoice…
I feel for him, Christ, I do…

Is this right?”

He stared at me long and smiled at me again
“Agape love is always right, dear sister
You are a thoughtful, intense, and kindhearted woman,
Mercies of the Almighty God reflect off your dimples,
Though I have long noticed your drift…
Many days I have contemplated the same,
Though well we all know God’s plan is perfect.
And His mercies are beyond the world and I…
He will hear you… He will always consider your concerns. ”

Silently, I absorbed his reply and sighed

Noah suddenly walked over to us and embraced Christ and I
“Hello fellow sister, hello Christ,
May I share this with you to ease your mind?
I Noah, when the world was awry,
Fell down upon my knees and asked God for mercy,
In His planning to destroy the world, He heard my request…
He heard my request and changed His plan according to my righteous works,
In good will, giving mercy onto man yet again,
Though Man’s ways continued, throughout time, in sin…”

I nodded, understanding Noah’s input
“Thank you Noah, and thank you Christ,
I think I know what I must do…” 


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The Sea Blue Eyes II

There she is the false image standing quietly
She is just standing looking at a beautiful flower
She notices her passion of earthy desire
Something is happening she burst into the sun
I look up as her hands grasp my face
Her sea blue eyes gazed at me
Her warm hand and then a bright light blinded me
I went down on my knees and cried
The salty water dropped on to the ground 
I live by the ocean so deep
I do not know how to swim
By the thought of a beautiful look 
That made me shake
With fear in my head I saw those Sea Blue Eyes
I cannot restrain myself she burst into the sun
What is going on is it just the feeling of being left behind
She was a desire and now I have none
Driving nuts and insane what will I do
Believing such a image is a dream
I walk on the sand by the ocean with flowers in my hand
Raising it to the sky and trying my best to lure her
The image came close 
It pulled me into the ocean I was soaked
What a lonely human being I am
I grope the sky with such desire
I look pitiful and look anguished
What horrible feeling I have to pull the beauty that is nature down
The wind blew one day the image once more appeared
A young woman standing beside a flower with deep Sea Blue Eyes
Looked at me a glance of hope and happiness came
I reached for her and all of a sudden I fell into a deep sleep
Months past they had told me that I jump off a cliff 
They explained that the flower patch was by it
I realize heaven and earth cannot be reached with out a sacrifice
With meaningless thoughts I would wonder of to the cliff area
To see the ocean were it meets and ends
I was told a story long ago that the feelings of the ocean can seep into your soul
The trend of this story came shortly after some deaths
I was fooled the lady with the Sea Blue Eyes can manipulate anyone
Ladies and men, she is an illusion of the utmost desire
Blaming everyone human kind knowing they are lyres
The ghostly images that creeps everyone is oneself
Desire falls upon those who are lonely 
Believe of the unnatural becomes science
The Sea Blue Eyes is no lie cause they have been taking souls
Through century they have been taking souls for tolls
I stood once again near the ocean reaching to the sky
Lonely I was ready to disappear 
One day she not the lady of the sea it was the one I knew
I was blessed that day she embrace me 
I then fell into a slumber of bliss and desire
Now I just hear voices and I am paralyze down
A disappointment I was fooled once more by the Sea Blue Eyes 

To be continue.


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Millennial Lessons -part 2

Later that day, I fell upon my knees and prayed to God fervently,
“Lord God, with us, among us,
I am ever grateful, and I am ever joyous,
I thank you for the gift of existence, 
And the gift of this Glorious Millennium,
Soon, among the many teachers, 
I shall be ready for the Second Coming, 
To share with them your awesome statutes
And heal the many wounded hearts
Soon, I will change minds with Your power and spirit
I will melt hearts, breaking them into the mortar,
As you smell the aroma of change lift into the skies
On this incredible, rejuvenated earth, all will have the opportunity,
All will have the opportunity to be saved…

Lord God, with the glorious Word, the shining Son,
In all of the joy and happiness,
I am aware of one bitter, dark, sinister being,
Who dwells in the abyss you tightly concealed to protect us,
This I ask, Lord– is there a way to his heart? 
Will he always be evil to the end?
Is it possible that one can bring him to repentance?
I spoke with Christ and Noah briefly on the matter, Lord,
As you know…
I am aware that our words and our requests matter to you,
And we have some power, through your consent, 
To change Your mind and even Your plans,
So this I request,
Can someone, with wisdom and understanding, if not You, 
Save Satan, the Devil?”

There was a cool breeze all around me,
And His mighty voice replied immediately, 
“Satan the Devil, curses Me as I speak,
Plots the death of you and your brothers,
He is the Prince of Darkness,
Contrary to the Law and Life I have sustained upon these replenished lands…
He bashes his face on the walls of his torment,
Vomits mockery and perverseness
At even the thought of peace,
He craves your blood and all others, envious of their innocence
Hating you because you please Me and not him
He spills his lying tongue and rattles reason to rust…”

There was silence, for He watched me carefully
Knowing my intentions were good
A tear ran down my cheek,
The first tear in 500 years… 

“Yes, you may request and your words may make a difference,
Yes, you have the power to change My mind if I see it will result in peace,
Yet Satan, the Devil,
Holds hate only I can bear… 
He cannot change for he is trapped in his own snare
This darkness he dwells in was brought on because of his never-ending sins,
The collateral damage he afflicted on the multitudes
Shows me all he wishes for is destruction
And it is that very destruction that will consume him in the end…”

I paused briefly, and sighed in heavy grief
“Is it wrong, Lord Almighty, that I grieve his soon coming punishment?”

“No, you are not wrong…” he said, in a serious tone.
“Though hear Me daughter, you shall learn by experience more of what I mean… soon enough.”

For days, He left me with that,
And I sat there, wondering what He meant
As all ate their meals and rejoiced, 
I fasted five days in the flower fields, 
Humbled by the blessings given to me
Thankful for God’s complete understanding and wisdom
Baffled by his mysterious prophesy… 

Or was it a warning?


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Friends Are Our Rainbows

I think of you often,
with your distant smile,
forever my friend,
with your beautiful style.

Your message of love,
comes from a call,
be strong my friend,
keep your spirit tall.

So gentle you speak,
lifting your head to the sky,
giving all the glory,
to Jesus on high.

Friends can comfort,
although separated by miles,
knowing what to say,
God's gift to His child.

Always ready,
you listen, and care,
no matter the time,
you are always there.

Right by my side,
your presence is near,
with your gentleness,
I cherish so dear.


Friends are our rainbows on a cloudy day...
This poem was written for my sister-in-law
and beautiful friend, Marie Prance.


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B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L

They say some girls just can’t be fixed
They say pain can always be felt
They say guys are easier to read than a novel
But who is they…
They is just a figure of speech that has no voice
No description or meaning
Any girl can be fixed or healed
All pain can’t be felt 
And reading one guy like an elementary book 
Doesn’t mean that the others are at such a low level
So why listen to the unheard voice or a song that has yet been produced
Live life full of joy and accomplishment
And surpass what the voice is saying
Living life day by day…Sunrise to sunset abundantly 
Is the only way to overcome the unheard 
What’s the word hot, cute, and sexy mean
Why is the word beautiful such a drive in a females heart
Both are heard from a human voice
Both go to the heart…but
Only what is unseen can be felt
We can’t see wind but its felt
We can’t see feelings but they pierce our bodies daily
We can’t see love yet we still feel the strength of its power
B…Because we are led to believe the unseen
E…Even though sometimes it’s so unreal
A…Associating with its uncertainty and loyalty
U…Unified and brought together what is seen and not seen to create an emotion  
T…Together growing into a feeling called love which can’t be seen let alone expressed
I…Involving two different aspects of live and making it become one
F…Fulfilling all of life’s expectations and becoming strong in what you believe
U…Ultimately overcoming all fears and disregards you may have against the unseen 
L…Love has been created  
That is why the word BEAUTIFUL is such a drive in a females heart
That is why I use it to describe what you are
Then unheard has no reward
But the unseen….has one

© Jeremy Fennell


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Call Archimedes Again

My heart is beating once again!
Call Archimedes from his grave so we may celebrate!
Eureka! I found it again!
My heart’s pain has gone away!
My life’s darkness has lifted away!
Stark in the middle of the wilderness I have regained the way!
Oh! How beautiful it is to see and feel me back on my way!

Eureka! I found it again!
Call Archimedes from his grave so we may celebrate again!
Writing literature in my dreams,
While praying for success in my sleep!
Writing poems in my head while strolling ahead!
Painting masterpieces in my head while bathing at midday!
Seeing tomorrow today while it’s still too much work away!
Oh! How beautiful it is to see and feel me back on my way!


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Rhymed Narrative-CAMELLIAS FOR AMELIA

She is a widow, never wanting to marry again, never defiling her vows, 
her five children have moved to other parts of the United States;
and they seldom visit her, except on the very special season of Christmas,
when she adorns her home with garlands and lights to honor the Child Jesus...



Her name is Amelia, a petite lady from Andalusia,whose passion is writing poems,    
and her Spanish accent is somewhat heavy, but the words are clear and precise;
on long summer's nights she speaks of her native land...meadows covered with camellias, 
and tells tales of Columbus and the Conquistadors with feathered helmets...



She was quite beautiful in her younger days, daises in her dark, lustruos hair, 
and sea-colored eyes that resembled the Mediterranean Sea, which brought her nostalgia;
and she often wore a folklorist costume of stripes of bright orange and yellow like her flag,
and now she's confined to a wheelchair looking sad...who has camellias for Amelia?



This past spring I planted a dozen of camellias plants in the empty and barren lawn,
hoping they would bloom when she would stare at the huge Atlantic Ocean;
and with eyes as sharp as a youngster, Amelia would see her beloved Spain, 
and those lush meadows covered with camellias to bring her bitter-sweet pain. 
   


In the quite hours of an early August' morning, Amelia rose to say her prayers,
and with the rosary in her devoted hands, she peaked outside and surprisingly smiled;
a beautiful garden of camellias appearing in front of her joyous eyes... she was so delighted,
but she couldn't go outside and caress them, but thought to herself, " Someone cares! "


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Katrina...Katrina

Mirror, mirror on the wall, Katrina is the most beautiful of all. Katrina is the mistress
of the glass moon. Hurricane Katrina moves like a great Olympian ice skater, performing
the triple axle. She swirled death and destruction across the New Orleans Delta. 

The eyes of Katrina unveiled an unjust poverty that smells like a dead corpse buried
beneath the foundation of our democracy. How can a Christian Nation who preaches God's
Word be so cruel to his follow man? We are all God's children.

Americans of African descent sacrificed their blood, sweat and tears, in building the
richest nation in the world. People of Color never received equal compensation for their
slave labor. They never received the promised 40 acres and a mule. 

Lord, why is justice so blind? Where is the home of the brave? Justice falls helpless to
her knees and the glowing light from her touch cannot find the land of the free. Still, at
night, we see the burning stars and the stripes, and all we are asking for is God’s love
and mercy.

America the beautiful, unveiled her torn garment to the world. Meanwhile, the local
newspapers spin fiction into facts. They know how to weave sensational headlines and
photographs for public consumption. Nobody heard the children crying, during the genocide
in Rwanda. 

America the beautiful, the world is watching. America, the beautiful, the world is
waiting. America, the beautiful, the world is listening. The world of humanity will
deliver justice to America, and she will be judge by her deeds.

Remember, a divided nation cannot stand on broken promises or broken dreams. History
whispered a secret that all great nations must have great falls. America, America, who is
the most beautiful of all?


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Child Dreamer

The view I see so beautiful a new horizon a bright sky
everything’s falling into place.
Vibrations have started paving the way for a new life
Magnificent sights and wonders captured within my mind
Excitement within my heart beating faster
Air I breath I'm feeling good
Born with a gift within my labyrinth
Like the magic of a crystal
Images I see time talks to me
I close my eyes century’s pass me by
Looking in the sky my mind can fly messages I hear
By the water my power grows
By the touch of a hand a deep emotion I feel
I am the messenger from the light
My life force has the everlasting glow
The road that I travel lies deep within a realm of enlightened thought
In this land I am a mystic
Abilities within my heart and mind have no boundaries
My wisdom teaches the children of life
My thoughts can move the megaliths
With the wave of my hand a portal open up
Through this dimension angels guide my inner soul
Listen closely an echoing voice calls out
Now watch as my arms turn into wings
Hold tight prepare for an adventure through fantasy
Higher 'n higher into heaven sky
The many sounds that surround
A breeze that breaths
Look into my eyes watch me turn into a star shooting through the sky.
Tonight something beautiful is about to begin
In a world of wonder everything comes alive.
In the corner of a small bed room, 
A sleeping child soon will hear magic. 
A picture on the wall. a battered guitar by the window
This picture is filled with visions of harmony and dreams.
That guitar is magical it works for any child that makes wish.
Outside the window a shooting star with 
the power and magic to create dreams into reality.
A gentle breeze rushes in; an angel like glow ignites the picture
A symphony of color engulfs the room.
The guitar begins to play. A gentle voice fills the air singing
Dream that dream watch 'n see 
What you have always known and wished for soon will become reality
You are the one we’ll come to know and love
I know you’ve been abused it’s in your eyes
It’s alright to cry open up let the emotions soar
You are the star, climb the sky show the truth to the world
Show them what you can do, we have seen you do it and we know
You’ve been hidden from so many, a child so gifted and beautiful. 
That little voice you keep hearing is you guiding you along 
There are no boundaries for you and I in life.
Dream that dream keep creating
Watch and see what you have always known and wished for soon will be reality


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The Journey Of The Last Goodbye

on June 5.  © Theresa, All rights reserved 

So, the sun has set
My heart is full of pebbles now
Little souvenirs of a beautiful trip
But just as surely
As the foam washes away the castles we built
And the names we left
Entwined, hopeful
That they would not be erased
We both say an unspoken farewell

And as the skies,which once were our lovers canopy
Give way to night
I begin a solitary journey
Back to where I once could breath
But breathing without you is like dying
The butterflies of fools have flown
Moths settle in their place
Ugly black moths
I feel them feasting, upon the remains

Of our beautiful summer picnic
The tiny holes merge, into one great void
Where once I cherished you

The fragments of promises trickle onto the shore
Grains of dust, crumbs of joy
Leave a trail behind me
Could I follow it back, should I follow it back
Try to find you again?
My steps falter, I turn, hopeful
But you are just a speck now
On the horizon, where only dreams belong
So I wave instead 
And as you disappear from sight
My insides weep, like grieving mothers

I gather up the hopes and dreams and wishes
The fragments of my soul
Which are sobbing like infants in the sand
And I hold them. try to comfort them 
hold myself, tight so tight
Try to keep my world from collapsing
Lest the carnage becomes my sanctuary

And into the suitcase of life
That once you helped me carry
I place the laughter, which tinkles
Like childhood forgotten
The anger, because once it ignited the fire
Of I'm sorry, I love you, lets make up
The dreams, because I will need them someday
 My heart for It still must beat, 

Even though you have the final piece

I wrap them carefully, like antique lace
In layer upon beautiful layer
Of tissue paper pain
The castles are no more now
And so I begin
The journey of the last goodbye.......


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Guitarra is her name

Beautiful she was when I saw her
Nestled gently in that obscure corner at the Supa
If only she knew how many years I’ve longed for her
How sweet the poem I wrote for her was
Well, since I saw her and heard her beat in my heart
I swore with the little cash I had that I would buy her

And to buy her I now have
It was few minutes to nine
And the thought of spending another night without her,
 ...harassed my mind
I couldn’t survive the loneliness,
			...I wouldn’t 
So off my room I rushed 
...and into the Supa I dashed
There she still was, as beautiful clad as the day before
I didn’t have t look twice to know she was mine
That I had done in my mind so many nights before
Now, this was the time for her to really be mine
For opportunity to be theirs had long passed them by

Damn, how good it felt to have her in my grip
When I had her is when everyone else realized how fine she really was 
Now they all wanted to own her
Damn, I’m glad it was too late for them

Here she now is
Nestled lovingly on my thighs 
The feeling as sensational as I thought it would be
Her beautiful shape so bewitching
Her contours so obsessing
Her sound so marvellously enthralling
She is the love of my life and together we’ll be more than fine

She and I will find a way to make it sound and look right
We shall soon make love on the stage in the star light
They shall soon pay to see us perform our hearts delight
But before then it’s tough practice every night


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Simple Dream

I dream of such simple things
Such as birds and their wings
With the curves of each feather
And how they become weathered

I see the birds flying with wings a flapping
I understand how wings operate with no gapping
With push of a second the bird is in the air
This is how birds fly in the air with no care   

The birds in the air with freedom in their wings to fly out of trouble
Is how the bird feel with the wind pushing them up with force doubled
I get a happy when I see a bird fly
And I wish to be by their side so I give a sigh


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Wonderless {Lamart C}

I don't mind if you're not beautiful to those who only look outside of you
that's the only part that humans realize before they really see you
but Im alive and know I know I took my time to know you inside and out
so Im wonderless and im finding out that your beautiful eyes are still out there
I'll feel alright when you say you feel the same
but how can we feel this way,living five hundred miles away?

Im dying out here by myself,do you care do you even hear my heart shatter
will you catch the pieces when they fall
and will I ever see you when I come back home 


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My Inspiration

It’s called my inspiration
Your a beautiful soul
My inspiration
A beautiful soul
My intimidation
Just a beautiful soul
You Are……..beautiful

I see you in many lights
More than I can think off
I just want everything to be right
Just blessing pouring from above
Give to me some of that youthful look
Make me feel, 21 plus 365, 24, 60’s
Of ever bit of your being
Help me relax by whispering into my ear
Melodies from ur experience of those 21+ yrs

It’s called my inspiration
Your a beautiful soul
My inspiration
A beautiful soul
My intimidation
Just a beautiful soul
You Are……..beautiful

Release all of that stored energy
In the grips of my being
Relate with my groove
Feel my mood
Effortlessly, caressing my mind
For the span, of both our lifetimes
Grab a hold and squeeze my sides
As I get my rythmn swaying from side to side

It’s called my inspiration
Your a beautiful soul
My inspiration
A beautiful soul
My intimidation
Just a beautiful soul
You Are……..beautiful

It’s hot up under hear come on and set me free
Whisper that last line you just whispered to me
Your kiss is like death
My soul is on fire
On my lips your every breath
You soothe my desire
If I’m so beautiful, relax and relate
This isn’t our first encounter, it is not our first date

Laughs

It’s called my inspiration
Your a beautiful soul
My inspiration
A beautiful soul
My intimidation
Just a beautiful soul
You Are……..beautiful

It’s how you say what you say
The way your hips move
That jester you make with your lips
The way you move your head to the groove
The smell of your skin
Your persistant reminding of your own man hood
Your way of getting what you want with out asking
The love you search for that’s everlasting

A beautiful soul that’s what I see
Handsomely put together just you and me
My inspiration that’s what you are
Intimidation hangs ova me like a wound or scar
Finally love has found its way home to me
And I must say it happened beautifully

Your my inspiration!


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Bane bough buff

A jingle wrestling a tune
A tune
A tune
A wave just cracked 
A wave just cracked
 
A whole book full of notes 
A’ have! -How about that? Art imitates 

And 
And in my face
And in my face was this beautiful
And in my face was this beautiful painting cause

This beautiful painting made me realize 
How important it was 
And made me realize how important it was 
And reminisces

Grey cloth official looking cost me $10.00

Now I'm sharing this with you
 
And she did say
And she did say 'you already
And still they look
And still they look for
And still they look for

Another cobbled verandah
Another limed Tokay
Art imitates life 
Art imitates life

As I speak to you
As I speak to you
As we always have 
As they speak
As they speak

was
was

Bane bough buff


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Mother

The memory keeper respectfully scribes this euology to Georgia's sweetest peach.
Over three decades ago on a warm spring day, displayed was not emotion, but the
"Mrs. American Beauty"s portrait. It ain't so until I see for myself, so I took a look.
She looked mighty fine, no need to be hidden behind what the rest of the world saw.

Now I can tell them that picture on the wall wasn't the best one of all. I remember
Better ones I no longer have. At sixteen she wore a long white dress with a dozen
Red roses and a piece of paper tied with a red ribbon. I salute the proud woman
Standing tall dressed blue. Later a mother without makeup holds me in her arms.
She holds my brother's hand as he wore a cowboy suit and hat.

The Southern Belle of the Ball is still on the wall with the brown curls cut and dyed
The dark of night. I remember rides in boats and her notes floating in the air filled
With seagulls cries and they ask why the song bird was put in a cage. 

Thrice engaged she kept on ringing the wedding bells until Hell's rage killed her, 
Fueling the fire into the Devil's words. Her beautiful heart was heavy with so many
Epithets. She missed her second Dad and a boy in a cowboy hat. 

No more words to sing as her loving lungs collapsed, as she headed for God's
Forgiving Heaven, toe-tagged Jane Doe, nobody special. Everyone should have
Known she was June like her birth month. Beautiful inside. A warm summer night. 


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Allways the Lady Katty

When I first saw her
she was the picture of grace
All clean, perfect, all made up
Southern Girl, southern grace, black face
Beautiful face, beautiful grace
best in the place
She makes hearts race
Daughter of a preacher man
In conversation she told me
at one time she use to sing
But some how she's been lead away
Away from religious practices; but not religion
and more. A Widow, a wife, 
a weak foolish man's desire. 
She uses her wits to start small fires
in the heart of men willing to carry a torch
for her as she speeks
soon she'll say "I have to go."
then they'll say "Can I buy you a drink?"
Johnny Walker Red
to match her red finger nails
red lips,and a little later red eyes
I've seen it done a million times
It's never fails
This is how she does it
Pointy fingers, pointy toe's and pointy noes
everybody knows
sleek dress, beautiful breast
forget the rest
here's the best



(One of three Bessemer women)4-1-97


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A Letter From Heaven

             
A little note to the ones that will miss me the most.
   I just wanted you not to worry I’m spending my time with our heavenly host.
He invited me to move in to this beautiful mansion He built.
   He said it’s next door to your mom, and yes she still makes quilts.
There is a million things here I can do.
   No more pain, and if you could see my new body, so perfect, so true.
Only in dreams could you imagine such a place.
   I cannot explain the awesome beauty of our Saviors face.
The most beautiful rivers and waterfalls abound.
   Only here in heaven can such beauty be found.
The trees are just loaded with fruit that are so sweet.
   They are for our enjoyment so delicious to eat.
If you wonder if I miss you, you know that I do.
   But I know I’ll see you soon when your days are all through.
Honey death held no pain actually it was a beautiful thing.
   You can put aside the fears of deaths mortal sting.
There is no sadness here or tears to be shed.
   Only happiness here will you ever be fed.
Well I guess I’d better go I’ve got things I must do.
   See you real, soon I’ll be waiting for you.


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"If"

If things were perfect in our world today,
what; if anything, would our news people say?

"Wow," beautiful day again today,
just like always, nothing bad to say."

Plenty of food, everyone is being fed,
and all have nice homes, a safe haven
to lay their heads.

No violence or bloodshed we can report,
only comfort ,and calmness on every shore.

Laughter and happiness, it seems all are content,
what a day, how much better can things get?

No sickness or pain, or betraying ones friends,
no cheating or coniving going on here.

Children are safe, they can play outside,
nothing will hurt them, they never cry.

Daddies and mommies holding hands,
loving each other all they can.

If you like what you see, in this picture of ryme,
imagine how beautiful Heaven must be, all the time.



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A Broken Heart

        
Here i am
Sitting 
Thinking
of how my heart is being torn apart
I gave it to you
And you shattered it at my feet
I loved you
Called u ma great one
But you played me
And 2 think 
Just maybe
Maybe you still cared
Maybe you still love me
Maybe you will come back and mend all the broken pieces of my heart. Put back 
the pieces that u vigorously torn apart.
And here i am
Thinking about ya smile
Your humor
Ya love
that love that i thought could only come from up above...... 
I used 2 be Beautiful
Now look at me
I gave u ma heart and u torn it apart
I gave u ma soul and u just lost control
I gave u something that u wasn't ready 4 yet
I will never forget 
the pain
the agony
the lies
the love
the peace 
the joy
we shared
but it's time 2 move on
I held out  ma world 
and u shattered it at ma feet
like i wasn't worth ya time
You call when all ya dates left u
When they  came back u then left me
I held out ma arms 4 so long
im used 2 it
but jus recently i figured out something 
IM A BEAUTIFUL 
SEXY
COMPASSIONATE
CARING
LOVING
UNDERSTANDING 
SMART
INTELLIGENT 
person
it took me a while 2 recognize it
but i got it just on time
Im leaving u behind
Looking ahead 4 the joy 
that the dear lord promise me
The peace that I've been longing 4
hoping 4
i can see the clouds clearing up
I see the rainbow
all the beautiful colors
they represent me
the new me
Now that your out ma life
         2 b continued............
                   One love 
                       Love Angel
God bless and keep.....