I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I?
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown
There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me
What I will never be
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared
It takes a man with fiery guts
To stand the heat of the spiteful lots
Of little greats still untamed
And future stars still unnamed.
The sweat never ceased to fall
And the stress really took a toll
But success came out after all
Making the stress worthy of all.
Though no thanks be said or showed
And no hats be tipped or bowed
Always remember you are beloved
By those hearts you ploughed and sowed.
Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
so you walked this road on the wild side
unique in music , never selling out
believing in Art instead of commercialize
Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers
still will live forever with the many that left before you
one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone
a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed
no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream
New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage
No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~
For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .
I woke up from the cradles of slumber
My morning eyes opened slowly
My mind frolicked and sang with peace
Remembering your words
So kind, so memorable were they!
So sweet, so genuine are you!
The mere thought of you takes away the assertive blue
It is a wonder I have come across your mind
It is a blessing like no other—a true, treasurable find!
And there are no words that can truly give you the honor you deserve
But take these, please!
And know there is so much more. . .
So much more that I wish to offer you
Your never-ending thoughtfulness and attention
Has filled me with unremitting appreciation
You really are a beautiful light to my world
Cheering my melancholy with joy
I have never found someone quite like you
And that is the beauty of it all
Finding the gold
The sunlight smiling for your marvelous shine
There is just no other like you!
I would never turn my eyes away
There is just no possible way
That is a blessing I count close to the heart
Finding you, such a rare piece!
Finding you in a churning world of excitement and chaos
Finding you with such delight and gratitude
Thank you so much, Duke!
Thank you for being you!
-Dedicated to a very fine poet named Duke Beaufort-
Engulfed in flames, the old church looks like hell,
A crowd has gathered, they already mourn,
Gone is the stained glass, silent is the bell
that welcomed the faithful and the forlorn.
They come fully armored in hats and masks,
Strong men and women will battle this beast,
The ladder is raised while the fire grows,
~Calmly they begin tasks~
though upon sweat and smoke soon they will feast,
and what horrors they’ll face, God only knows.
Soot clings to their skin, their faces are red,
The roar of the devil shatters the night,
A five alarm that is threatening to spread
to the row-homes that one spark could ignite.
Monsters bare fangs and never die easy,
Flares from the inferno swallow the roof,
Surely its madness to battle this blaze,
~Observers watch, queasy~
Arson suspected, their body of proof
hides somewhere within the flickering haze.
Words are left unspoken by this dark crew,
This morning they had buried a brother,
Poison they taste, toxins of iron blue
stoke pyres that no hero can smother.
Some are born to rescue all in danger,
Think, life is too dear for ash and cinder,
And with old burns just hold the hose tighter,
~Oh, Bless you, brave stranger~
Nothing will move you, nothing will hinder
‘Til Heaven calls home each firefighter.
It is hard to really tell you
The beauty of this man
For many simply find it
Too hard to understand
They laugh, they smile, and tease
As I describe his every being
They just can’t fully see
The splendor that I’m seeing
Though he is just a character
I really can care less
He is real in this crazy heart of mine
So give your teasing a rest!
His hair is black as ebony
His voice as smooth as milk
It reminds me of dark chocolate sliding across oiled silk
His face is pale and serious
With black eyes that pierce your own
His grimness makes me envious
In this world he is alone
His nose is hooked—but not too much!
And his rare smiles are divine
His black robes add a vicarious touch
I wish he could be mine!
As far as personality goes,
I say, he’s quite the charmer!
Dexterously shielded by a past of foes
Beneath his shame of honor
Sometimes he’s angry, but mostly glum
Rarely is he content
He lost his love, cold and lonesome
Sarcasm is his lament!
Alone he lingers in the dark
Torn and set apart
No one knows he has left a mark
Right smack-dab on my heart!
I stared intently at book and screen
When they first came on
Every word he utters is like a dream
And then again—he’s gone!
Nevertheless he leaves me
With a feeling so grand
At loss of words from the awe he gives me
A joy that no one understands
Can I help but swoon and gape,
At the great professor Severus Snape?
*Note: Although Alan Rickman is a contributing factor to my obsession,
I’m seriously just in love with the character…and that is my confession!
Strong voices, extraordinary talents
rhyming verses that inspire.
different techniques, structures
heightening my writing desire.
Carolyn Devonshire, Sara Kendrick,
Deborah Guzzi lift my spirits when feeling low.
James Fraser, John "Moses" Freeman
Raul Moreno and Ruben Ortellao.
Different voices, unique in your own right.
All your wonderful talents portrayed in this site.
I thank you for your wisdom, inspiring my creative writes.
Keep up the good work, and look forward to your advice....
***Charmaine Chircop, I did not forget my muse.... You were my inspiration to write this....
Thank you and everyone else who takes interest in my poetry.........:JP]
Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that reaches for the highest of heights.
I use the clouds as a helpful step to rest my feet as I reach.
Stretching my arms up high, trying to grasp a hold of the stars.
Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that struggles through the thistles and thorns.
Reaching forward, eyes tearing up as I bleed for the light that will soon be mine.
I use the light's rays as motivational beams, urging me forward.
Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one who fights through the ridicule and puns.
I fly through the maze of the bombardment of insults and put downs, straight to my prize.
I use the tormenting words as encouragement to later prove them wrong.
Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that searches for truth.
I wander through a world of lies and tricksters as they try to make me lose focus.
Discovering traps and evading paths of lies by evaluating them with logic and reason.
With every lie evaded, I inch closer to the truth.
Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am that one, the one who dreams.
For without dreams I am nothing, but a human with no purpose.
And when my dreams are reached, the scars I will wear proudly.
For the struggles I had faced will stand as validation to how much my dreams are worth.
Flava flav, Run DMC,
The early 90's I found hip hop.
I found poetry..
Langston Hughes, led to
Do you remember "Jada"
and "When ure hero falls"
a ghetto philosopher..
"Thug Life", "2Pacolipse"
I heard you, I felt your pain,
"All Eyes on me"
and my favorite,
You inspired me.
many have lost resolve to me,
by your collaboration with Jodeci.
"Me and my Girlfriend"
Tupac and Biggie,
friends turned vicious enemies.
an attempted murder plot
brought conflict and
a Bill Boards top ten spot...
interactions with Faith,
enhanced Biggies rage
"West coast, East coast"
beef took center stage....
Yet through all of your controversy
you would shock and amaze.
God has judged you my friend!!
I see you in white, sharp
with a glass of "Thug Passion".
When I meet my fate,
I'll see you with Nas
in "Thugs Mansion"
I love you Pac!!
This poem is dedicated to one of the greatest artists of all time.
Tupac Shakur will never be forgotten, his message inspired many
before and after his death.... The name Tupac Shakur will always live on..
June 16th 1971--- September 13, 1996
RIP, we miss you Pac!!!
This poem has been written for Raul Moreno's Tupac Shakur contest.....
Enjoy my friend!!!!!
Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream
Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
the mighty Big Red.
And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were
known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
add to Big Red’s might.
I stand in awe of Sooner Magic. No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
glorified the name.
Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
They play the game.
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
She smiles like nothing’s wrong
And pretends her sorrows would end soon
She laughs like there’s no tomorrow
Never minding life’s unpleasant blows
Yeah, she’s no different from you
She’s no robot, she has a heart too
But she will never bother you with her sadness
She cries inside while deceiving you with her ‘happiness’
You think she doesn’t grieve but she actually does
She does it in discreet as quietly as she must
Either to give you the impression that she’s strong
Or just so you won’t worry and ask her ‘what’s wrong?’
Yeah, she’s the one who easily laughs at small things
The one who comforts you when you’re down and hurting
Yes, the vibrant bubbly girl that you’ve always known
Is the same girl who cries a lot in silence when she’s all alone.
This is dedicated to my friend Karenjoy D. Viloan.
When I was young and in my time
I surely took my fill
I lived it on the line,
Scarred memories linger still
But the years have slowed me down,
I'm fading by the day
Things I used to long for
Don't mean that much today
Though it's strange how love grows
How it ebbs and it flows...
I have a light that shines for me
Day and night, it burns endlessly
From the lunacy of youth
To the normalcy of now
She loved me through it all
She loved me anyhow
This flame has never died
This flame has never died.
And I for my own part
I do the best I can
But I suffered from the sins
That make a man a man
I walked the devil's road
That jagged my soul in two
Now I'm sticking to the path
That keeps me strong with you.
Though it's strange how love grows
How it ebbs and it flows...
I have a light that shines for me
It burns bright, it burns endlessly
As fortune flies and fades
In triumph and dismay
She loved me through it all
She loved me anyway
This flame has never died
This flame has never died.
Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.
Mother you so beautiful your are.
Sweet mother you are to me precious.
Mother you, Mother you are,
Mother you are the world to me.
Mother your gracious, Mother you are.
Mother you have always been my super star.
Mother you, Mother you are.
Mother you are now resting in the arms of Jesus.
Mother you I miss you so very much.
Mother you are my mommy, Oh how I love you so very much.
Mother how much in sorrow I am left in this world without you.
Mother you, mother you are to me.
Mommie you are, my mother you are.
Mother I will always love you.
Peggy Ann Chandler.
You are you.
God Bless You
I will always miss
and love you.
I love you for who you are,
not what you are---
You are the angel who
made me see the hope
and reality of change---
The flexibility of knowledge
and using the common sense
built steadfast in one's
own, ever-changing mind!
To make your own dreams
a reality and to NEVER
give up the opportunity
of getting better or
settling for any less than you deserve!
And, last but not least, to NEVER
put off opportunities, engagements, or
most of all, DREAMS---
Take charge and act NOW!!
c2013 Julie Rasley
Why can’t I do it how I want to do it?
Been told my rhymes are simplistic at best
I may violate pentameter but I write what I like
Why must it pass some journal’s vapid test?
Behind a block of writer’s I’ve been hiding
Cowed by thoughts of editing snafus
Trying to write deep, intensive tomes of valid lore
Only to be chastened and abused
There’s elegance found in concise expression
Saying all the world in just a line
No matter that I know this I belabor all my thoughts
Create an elegy for elegance in time
Onomatopoeia is my best friend
And alliteration waltzes through my dreams
Thoughts chatter, clatter, chirp and clunk around about my head
Demanding that they be released in streams
And after I have done what I have done here
Exposed my heart by opening my head
I send it forth with hope that someone will enjoy my words
And get rejection letters in their stead
But won’t you like my poem just a little?
I promise it won’t be a trite conceit
You say my writing’s convoluted, so, I strive to simplify it
Then you call my writing sophomoric and cheap
Yet still my writing exists, remonstrating
That whether it be ballad or blank verse
It should be able to do just exactly what it feels like
And it finds you and your editing, perverse
It says it does not care if it is published
Doesn’t want you to consider it profound
For if you did then it might accidentally be common
And make cool people like me put it down
But won’t you like my poem just a little?
At the very least try to be noncommittal
Though I may not do him justice, with my meager skills,
I write of Aaron Guttery
Most of you probably don't know him, but I feel you would,
By simply reading his poetry
With a pen in hand and vast of oceans of ink
He's ready to tackle the world, swim or sink
He's been here, just thirteen years on God's green earth
And already he knows the difference between price tag and worth
It's not about package, for that's just flashy covering for the stuff kept inside
Though very talented he doesn't gloat - but recalls how Satan's first sin was pride
He had a brave and humble mission to show us the world in a totally different light
When things are tough you can't just wait for the storm to pass,
You adjust the sails and face the night
The world is a top and we simply tag along for the ride
Unaware of those that have to fight just to survive
He wrote raps like Misfit - telling everyone he was an outsider looking in
But he also wrote Irreplaceable - exposing the heart of gold hidden within
Through all the hard times and he still exalts the Savior
It's written right there in black and white, you can see it through his behavior
He told me once "I don't believe I have anything to envy".
But I can plainly see that's just not true
Through the solace of mind to pen, and pen to paper, he sees clearly
There's just no way around it, words are stuck on him, like stubborn glue
Men four times his age are still looking for "the next big thing"
Still not knowing how precious little joy that brings
To relish in the temporary, with all your might,
To fall in love with a moment that's born to die
All the while the questions that were worthy of asking
Are held up above like so many stars in the sky
Keep writing on, my friend. You affect the world than you know.
There is much more life in store for you
And I hope you share it with us all, as you continue to grow
Keep your feet on the ground and head in the clouds
Life ain't a library, so if you got something to say, shout it out loud
Those that matter will listen with their ears perked to the extreme
And those that just roll their eyes aren't worthy of being apart of your dream
Never ditch your sense of true importance,
Life will throw curveballs, and at times you'll even spit out teeth
But I've seen your resilience and have no doubt
That no matter what, you'll continue to follow your feet
NOTE: Aaron Guttery is a poet here on P-Soup. I wrote this because I believe his work needs to be more known... come take a look at his page :)
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".
Someone to hold me
Somebody to share their life with me...
Cry with me, laugh with me, love me and cherish me...
I want to soul-mate to share life's journey with me...
Through the good times and bad...
So make him strong as an Ox & smart as a Fox...
That the man for me...
I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...
While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...
Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved
Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...
Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved
So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving
You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...
Goodbye My Love...
Between the beauty of blossoms,
Did she really stand, was the chasm,
The chills on my spine stung deeper,
Towards her, when I walked closer.
Move they, her lips, afar,
With a rose, as I walked under the shooting star,
Lay still, the thorn in me to form a scar,
Which felt, like a prisoner broke open the bar.
Mountain sized expectations,
Dropped rose and rejection,
Every petel of its plead resurrection,
Solemnly for the love acquisition,
With a creed of her fingers' touch,
On my walking away from the evading lust,
Tranquil footsteps then whispered,
Her finger to the rose's stem then touched!
The broken wing of the pegasus and the rising fire,
There she picked up the rose from the filthy mire,
Running with the stolen bliss, without tire,
Wrists on the chest of the native of Ahemshire,
Inked has she, her legacy,
With acceptance and to fly higher.
Night under the velvet cloud then bent,
For this moment and love to be reminiscent!
my king's fall is rise
my land is anon taken.
albion her age;as
arras on her skin.
the seas;our compact
let's not calm
the savior's hand,
she will for aye crave
for her not a bedlam;
she is sane.
the hidden truth;
channels in her cheeks
frail less chuff.
the lifeless mess;cloy
there wines of death;
there ciphers;there empty,
shut their tomb.
The wall of wails;
the rock that never fails
her swain eternal
remnant of no transgress.
truimph of her;
light in the cautel,
my messiah;so i break.
Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know.
Which was lost, and what would be gained.
I could not see, beyond her glow
Faith and strength carried and remained.
Unfinished things of her dreams come slow
These were not to be lost, our love holds true
Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say
In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue
She is more than any loss, which may take away.
Pink in October shapes her autumn sky.
More beautiful now she faces its lie.
Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure.
Fighting like a girl, she wins the war.
Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor.
She is more than a woman, my lady, my love.
Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair,
Trials and tribulations, rising glow,
She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.
Bloom! Bloom! O! This evermore wintry tide
Whisper litanies, wondrous lullaby,
Caress skins in that comely way you ride
Marvels of seasoned rind of litany;
As you march avidly, a lone Magi
Desert of roofs blend, your trusty drummers
Quench their arid taste, dust tongues scream, twist, prancing
About. Cadence of words dry
Like fire throat, miles ran, visage of radar
Bridge and brace me to hearken, phone ringing!
Like the soft warmth that never try to hide
Of noon-lake, a swift cut of knife sharply
Through yam, perfect sequence of each slide,
Slices of ease drop, manna fall creamy
Upon eyelids-vertigo turn up sly.
I’m butterfly, cocooned in your fingers,
Spell the craze of disturbed markets racing.
Noxious nostrils, cold nigh
To spill chilly globules, tobacco tars
Ebb cursive; somnolent steps receding.
Now I am soft like tender foliage wide
To stark sun rays, woman splayed, slippery.
Rapture, I incline to your meshed inside
Grant that laughter of a nude history
Where specters feast, their bliss and empty sigh;
Anodyne rings of mirth with diameter
Copious, contempt of your feet pattering;
So my answer is wry.
Louse, I latch to the phone, sweet chat linger
Till rain cast her nest; am I lost dreaming?
First Place in Cyndi Macmillan's Contest.
I will bring the world to your feet
I will not be discreet
I will say it out loud
I will erase all the cloud
Make it a bright shiny day
In a month of May
Sweet gentle breeze
I will be at your arms
You will kiss my eyelids
We shall fall asleep
Dream of a perfect life
The love of our lives
Curves to follow for days,
Twists and turns,
Blueprint of a maze.
Full lips, smooth skin,
Sharp tongue, story within,
Contrary to naysayers' tongues.
Soft hands, hard head,
Freedom songs sung,
The minds of stereotypes.
Wisdom to raise the veils
From the blind and offer sight.
Made to nurture, requested to raise,
Attitude ain't so bad, sometimes too brave,
Often standing behind for support,
Hardly in front to define her worth,
Blind love, ebony hair,
Perfect poise, honest heir,
Almond eyes, round nose,
Scarred knees, painted toes,
A humble name,
Trilling far beyond river
For his music
Flows into the grandest ocean
-Snaperdoodlyay, Laura Breidenthal
-For Giorgio Veneto's Laconic Verse Contest
You lived a hard life with tortured soul
Wanted more struggled to be whole
Addiction became your whole being
Your life has to have a meaning
I watched your tortured soul for years
Carrying bags with drink and beer
Hiding it more from yourself than me
The drunk is what you came to be
But there was much more to the man
Whose name was known to all as Dan
He had a heart that was bigger than most
Under the tough exterior he'd boast
He lived the life he wanted to live
If you were friend his shirt he'd give
His death to some came as a surprise
For some we watched his years of demise
So now I toast you here today
That is what you'd want I'd say.
In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street.
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.
A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable.
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see.
I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop.
You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a little and calms.
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.
You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock.
Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed.
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap.
Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss.
Dedicated to all the woman of the world.
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all.
The sea gathered her voice
on the crest of the waves
as dark clouds were herded
by the wind as he raved
in a symphony orchestrated
through elements of sound
composed by the air
from his drafty compound.
By the drum of the surf
on the beat of the waves
a crescendo that climbed
with the sea as she raged
while the wind as the maestro
pulled pockets of sound
from the whistles and moans
as he swept ‘cross the ground.
Soprano! cried the killdeer
Tenor! screeched the gulls
as a baritone foghorn
boomed from the hull
of a ship that swayed
drunkenly atop of the surf
staying clear of the breakers
that crashed on the turf
The ship creaked a response
as it groaned a refrain
but the deft hand of a shipwright
would keep it sustained
for he’d hewn and he’d whittled
great emblems of love
carving an angel for the figurehead
and atop the masthead, a dove.
When the wind stopped his jostling
and the sea spent her ire
the ship slipped back to its haven
of warm hearths and bright fires
where the men mused and wondered
over great tankards of ale
if the hymns and hosannas..
had been but, the wind in the sails?
Old are they; those fables
Green they seemed so idle,
murrain of theirs still but
Odd how all of us prattle
Lads indeed we still are
longing hearty; throstles
songs sang_we all are.
Old; we wot these birds
their silent screams,
their feathers whim;
Nwunwani ya malena
oh swain to boyish manner.
Odd these tricks;futile
that laugh; humor felt
fainly graft; lusty marks
brat indistinct;two of these.
Old indeed friends many,
lunatics, lovers, poets;
to me:days where fine
the faces, the smiles;
the best_my closest: my mother.
Odd_history of man's fall
from glory; temporal but
lowly, to the swam of folks
indulged in folksy fables
and wind drought eagles.
Old the age of time,
if he were to count her down
feast_lamps shone_indwelling clans;
of rocks as bread and
lands as fields of gold.
Odd these slippers_my
lullaby, the gentle embrace
of firm support and fashionable
hey, hello; nice shoes,
intrigue in loops.
Old my looney_little mate
from lands only of myth,
imagined places: those
created films_my pixel pinky.
Odd my interest in single
females,of simple yarn and
lowly glory that's too fragile for;
lollipops_kisses and pecks like
v award winds.
Old these melodies of Bome_yes
bome; these loving tides of
beautiful countenance rose
as roses at noonday;as
waves at water pools.
Odd these Irish boys of Ireland_
Scottish accents in American films
faked acts of Hitler in short pants,
Black dark doves; the purity of beauty
Old yes odd these remarkable words:
these watery lines_the days.
To pick-up and to receive
In the Anointment
A moment of the
By His goodness
And by His grace
A second with
> GOD <
Ties' a wonder thing
For which we long await...
A dream' come true..
For Me and You
A blessing from the Lord
A gift from all time'
To dwell with-in His favor
Beyond the Most Holy
The most Divine
To fellowship with GOD
The recoveries' of the BLESSINGS'
That He should bring
The mere Act of His touch
That is not a breech of Reality
But, a COVENANT that which
We need so much
To be in touch with Jesus
And to Thee, to be, Amen
It flows within
Dream within a dream
Of Muffled screams
The discarded adoration
Agony of the undeserved
Salvation of the unforgiven
It’s something my eyes have seen
Embraced by dense forest
The sky marveled with soft cloud
Earth, Heaven- in between
It’s something my eyes have seen
Deep, intense green
Relief, Release, for the tortured soul
The River Emerald
It flows within
All I want is to be with you.
Time beats on, but I miss you no less.
Sadness hits me hard, I want nothing but you.
Life here is so dark, you are my only light.
Forced apart, tearing me apart.
All I want is to be with you.
No smile shows while you're gone.
Only sad eyes and cold stares.
All I want is to be with you.
This life I'm living, so bleak.
In my mind, all I see is you face.
I hear only your voice, feel only your touch.
And I search for your scent.
All I want is to be with you.
Time beats on, but I miss you no less.
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL, IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS.
IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO TEACH OUR YOUNG MEN HOW TO BE A FATHER AND A MAN,
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL, GOD GAVE YOU THE WISDOM AND THE KNOWLEDGE AND UNDERSTANDING THAT'S WHY YOU ARE BEING REPRIMANDED,
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL.
THE TIME HAS COME FOR YOU TO GET IT TOGETHER, BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE LOST FOREVER,
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD, BE TALL,
IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS.
GIVE GOD THE GLORY, FOR THESE ARE THE LAST DAYS, DON'T BE ASHAMED TO GIVE HIM PRAISE, HE'S GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO REACH OUT TO HIM, DON'T BE AFRAID OR YOU'LL EITHER SINK OR SWIM.
SO MY BROTHERS, IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL
THIS IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE BROTHERS IN PRISONS AND TIME TO COME HOME
I am the one who once traveled by flight and foot
And now I slither around on my round-body
My tongue has always been and still is split in half
In my first stage of life my speeches consisted of fire-bursts, ice-shards, smoke rings, and whirling-wild-winds
Now my speeches are speedy rollings-of-the-tongues and a-spitting venom-filled saliva
Horned was I back in the days after I had hatched out of my egg
Now my mushroom-like head consists of my eyes, my nostrils, and my ears
Once I had massive teeth to help me emasculate my food
And now I must swallow all of my food whole
Many primitive cultures have used me as a symbol for both good and evil
I symbolize the Morning Star, and have been blessed with many different names
Nevertheless, I am worshiped by many cultures of mankind as a powerful being
I am the Light-Bringer, and the Knowledge-Bringer to mankind and am similar to Prometheus
I seduced Eve to bite the apple in order that she may have knowledge and become like Yahweh
I am also Quetzalcoatl, the revered sky god of the Aztecs
Without the symbolism that mankind has placed upon me I am nothing more than a plain reptile
Love feast by Steven Hudson
I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.
a portrait is a picture or a likeness of an object, person or place
a rendering, a representation of something in all of its grace
but a portrait of a Pastor is more than just a facade
it's not an image of what man thinks but a reflection of God
people come with their own agendas about what a Pastor should portray
but it's not his clothes nor his cars it's the message from God he conveys
a Pastor should be pictured as a faithful speaker who reveals the truth in his speech
an under shephard of our Lord Christ and it's the Gospel that he'll preach
a Pastor should be drawn as a mentor to his members and circumspect in his behavior
a prayer partner in conjunction with the Holy Spirit and Jesus our Savior
a Pastor should be an image of one who comforts all in their times of need
a teacher of the Gospel who in his flock tries to plant God's righteous seeds
a delineation of an obedient servant leader who stands firmly on God's Holy word
and he should not be the subject of gossip nor the pettiness of this world
a portrait of a Pastor should be a comment on his spiritual calling
an anointed man whom God will use to catch us when we've fallen
a portrait of a Pastor should be an exhibit of compassion, wisdom and respect
a display of leadership, kindness, humility and intellect
it should be a picture of a potter who tries to mold us into godly shape
a silhouette of a counselor who doesn't judge but advises when we make mistakes
a portrait of a Pastor should be a reflection of the image of our Lord Christ
a man who will always allow the Holy Spirit of God guide and rule his life
such a formal occassion this is
having come in spiritual attendence
to the departing of a friend
it's sad but it is a fact well known
living that type of life style
next thing you know your gone
you were truely a chapion
at the head of your game
very few in comparison
could compete with your name
you were a Diva with a capital D
Divine in measure
you brought to the world
and suddenly, unexpectingly, surprisingly
they say you've gone
your body is here, but no one alive
can bring you back
not even for one more show
i wonder how Aretha must feel
having lived longer than you
Is what led us to this site
Where camaraderie and wisdom
Unite us every night
Words are as pearls
Dripping from our pens
Eager to garner respect
And dazzle our new friends
We are ecstatic to be here
Doing the work we love
In this welcoming atmosphere
There is something here for everyone
I'm so happy that I'm here!
Grandma Bea 1/16/2012
My Dear Friend,
If, even just for one day I could take all your pain and worry away I would. So I could see you relaxed and happy once more.
If I could change the past events, make them better, I would.
If I could go back in time to when we were small, sitting on the floor playing with our Bratz dolls, I would.
If I could help you, instead of making it worse…I would.
If I could change everything, make everything right; would you want me to?
If everything you know was back to the way it should be would you want to do it?
If it was just for a day would you still take that one day, knowing that the next day you’d wake from the dream of perfection to the harsh cruelty of reality?
If I could do this for you,
If I could make it all better,
If there was something I could do…
If all was possible, would you want it?
If I could change the pain to happiness would you want me to?
If I could find a way to help, I would. I miss those times we used to spend together, playing with the hermit crabs and telling stupid jokes.
If I could go back to then, I would. If I could go back to when we’d run out to the ocean and jump into the waves, pretend the seaweed was evil and was going to kill us, I would.
If I could comfort you
If I could be there for you
If I could have stopped this from happening
If I could do more
If I could, I would do it all… And I would freeze time so you could be happy forever.
*Dedicated to Laura Breidenthal*
It was as if he had given me a new pair of glasses
Brand new eyes with which to see the world
The world in a different light....
He could reach beyond his own dark nights
When depression carved a gray toned blight
He gave to me, a pair of brand new shoes....
To walk through old words with brand new feet
His love of beauty in the every day, in every man...
Putting into my mind, pictures of a country road, or a sky of slate
Rural images, ...such simple things...in ways I could relate
Reflected in each verse, each line, that bears his name...
Granted....I won't find such fame as Robert Frost
His losses came, and with a cost…
Yet, he gave me the wonder of his poems
Perhaps it helped him bear the load
So when inspired from the first...
The first time that I read his verse
I felt a need to share and tell....
Finding beauty in the small...
To see the detail....to see the line...
To see a moth's fine wing against the vine...
Beauty in the smallest thing....and make it mine
To let the words inspire me...and take me to a different time
He gave me a New England mile, where pigeons in the snow
Softly as their whirring wing-tips throw
A frost-dust as they wheel and light
Or....could it be as simple as a tree?
When leaves turn scarlet as an ember
An orchard filled with apples ripe for picking
Or people and old times remembered....
With each poem he wrote, ...he gripped me tighter
I want to put my words to paper
The caper of a kitten's whisker....
A thing of beauty in the simple thing
He woke my world and made it sing
Charma sweet Charma
where have you gone
Charma sweet Charma
you stayed much too long
Charma sweet Charma
I just want to say
Charma sweet Charma
Don't go away
Inscrutably solid in multi-shapes and colors
Prisoner of itself sitting Buddha-like forever more
Gazing mother earth reshuffling her pets
As mighty and small moan to subtle strokes of death
Slayer of Goliath, though David stole your praise
In twelve, you symbolized the twelve tribes of the Jews
But upon your historical landmark
They never treasure you like the ark
For Rick Praise's contest: "Stones"
When the guest are gone and the weather get's hot.
Face it with drink and hits the spot.
Do you want to be married or do you want to be right.
The bottle gets lower as you drink till you're tight.
Look in the mirror and search for your youth.
All that's found is you're long in the tooth.
Put on your makeup that gives you ten years.
The friends have gone and you're left with the tears.
Remembers the beauty from the days of your school.
The wine remembers and helps one to fool.
Long for those days when they bowed at your feet.
Another year older and have lost all your teeth.
By Patrick Cornwall to my Mother
For I still see your beauty. I love you
SHE floats in grace, like one in love
with love itself and all that’s lush;
and when the mythic sprites above
unloose her from the morning's blush,
she descends like the milk-white dove
with the notes of a singing thrush.
With golden locks, as light as air,
and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none is like her or can compare
to her beauty and lovely hue
which lift the humble souls that dare
come to her for her balmy dew.
As cloud and rain Nymph and a muse
with the nimbused crest of a saint
which no man can therefore refuse
or with mean words tarnish or taint,--
then let all Creatures freely choose
to honor her without constraint.
1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest
a couple had a good son whom they sent off to grad school
his goal to become a doctor as he was smart and nobody's fool
now on his own he decided to no longer attend Sunday service
he felt that God had no need for his personal worship
some people tend to feel that God doesn't require their praise
the question of a debt of gratitude in their minds has never been raised
but what people fail to realize or even comprehend
is that it was God who gave life to them
Creator of the universe and every living being
Creator of everything we're touching, hearing and seeing
Dr. Albert Einstein once made a very telling remark
that seeing how the human eye works is proof there's a God
when viewing this wonderful world and all the magnificence it beholds
one can clearly see the hand of God that has uniquely unfold
a sunrise, a sunset or a rainbow after a spring shower
a solar eclipse, a child being born are all proof of God's great power
He created man and it was He who gave us the breath of life
He gave us His love and grace and His son as a sacrifice
things have happened in our lives of which we're not even aware
times when God has shielded us from the evil that's out there
He's sent His mighty angels to watch over our backs
He's sent His heavenly warriors to stop any and all attacks
an eternal debt of gratitude and praise to God we owe
but we're not the only beings who are in the know
the angels in heaven praise His holy name
the devil in hell also bows down to Him in shame
created in His image His likeness we now bear
we're His beloved children for whom He tenderly cares
He makes Himself known to us every morning, noon and night
He is our source, our all in all, our strength and our light
an eternal debt of praise from us towards God is due
and as you read this poem I hope you get a clue
God doesn't need anything from us He's complete on His own
It's us who needs God as we can't do it alone
God is great, God is sovereign, He is the King of kings
He's all powerful, He's all mighty and controls everything
there is nothing in this universe that is not under His command
and no matter what we think He holds the whole world in His hands
and today that young man who thought that God didn't need his praise
is now a doctor and disciple of Christ whose hands are forever raised
an eternal debt of praise from us the Lord God is due
because if it wasn't for the Lord God there would be no me nor a you
Traveling miles to the desert coast-
free golden Arabia.
I felt the snowy humid air,
her dusty wind.
Encircled with her thousand luxury cars,
I begun to miss thee;
O thy palms so sturdy and luster green
That smiled at me,
sited in a warm cushioned floor.
Let thy beauties drive me home,
To the breeze of summer wind
and her marvelous rains.
To thy tallest structures of concrete sandstone
That keep the dust
out my breathe.
Let me sleep unconsciously and free,
as if I'm inside
the safety of the hut of my dearest ancestors.
To thy mountainous desert sand,
Let me travel thy terrain
For my motherland whom given me sweetest memories;
Caressing the lonely
heart full of my tears.
Let the sadness of thy maiden,
inside that mourning black gown;
Never make my ladies and women fade.
Let thy closed heart open the promises
To the smiling eastern world;
to our fair cultured love.
O hold me,
they called purest creation-
Made the most important
and beloved by god.
Through my heart that speaks for thee;
We live the love inside our hearts,
For bountiful happiness
For I know,
even if I'm within the longest line-
this widest roads,
The end will not come unconsciously in time.
Hope to hold her hand
and find her comfort and smile,
Splendor of my views and unending devotions.
Be free as the stars in the sky.
I need her !
© 2011 Justice Chikandamina
Looking at your sexy curves turns me on like never before,
When I see you show tour self to me I get excited and want to explore you like never before.
Caressing your booty and holding you by your hips is like my dream,
entering inside you and pleasuring you while watching you scream.
When you show your self to me from behind I get way to excited,
Just burying myself in between your love would be like being inspired.
I want to feel your bodies warmth on my body,
I want to feel your breasts push up against my back and make me horny.
Touch me with your tiny little hands and make men ask for more,
I don't want to lose this feeling I want to feel your core.
Now show me what you can do and show me what else you got,
I want to see some more and maybe even a little touch.
The old wolves, they slumber unto evening.
Harmless and fragile, poses no threat to no creature.
So, the old are wise and experience; and, yet lacks strength.
Cautious, patience and courteous that makes an old man.
Like seasons in nature all man has theirs.
But how can a man be weary? When he is young,
Naive in nature, curious and full of life,
So uncanny of foreseeing their future,
With passion for success, yet so blissfully unaware,
Unease and trouble minded.
Tried and filled with regrets of the past,
Of things which he could have done,
Sorrow fills the heart of the old, hoping to see brighter days.
For his days of glory is nothing but distance memories.
Young man has little things to regret,
But a misfortune follows.
Cause the old are wise in actions but young man are not so.
A man becomes weary in life because of their age.
All things come to an end and is replaced by anew,
So, exhaustion of an old man is understandable,
When his weight has lighten,
And no longer needs to race with the World,
But rest and guide the coming generations.
But will the old generation corrupt the new?
Or the new learn from the old?
Everything is fine
The best of opening lines
Scent of my deity,
Absorbs my soul
I shall need no wine
I shall write the finest
Of the verses ever written
Ode’s, Hymns, for you
I shall kneel, I shall seek purity
Merci, for the undying love
The infinite intimacy
In your heavenly beauty
You are the humble peacemaker
in a world of fighting,
turmoil, and lies---
Against all odds, you
have remained consistent
and steadfast to your passions
and beliefs, hopes and dreams,
worries and fears---
You are realistic and giving,
yet humble and selfless---
You are my beloved brother!
Thank you for helping
me prioritize, recognize, and
nurture the ones who love me!
But most of all,
Let go of the ones
who don't understand!
Love Always, Your Big Sis, Julie
c2013 Julie Rasley
And now I look down at her, her serene, angelic face
And the slight smile on her lips that has stayed
I think of how peaceful she looks,
In her death, all of her pain has been taken away
The pain has been passed on to me,
But I accept this suffering in all humility
Knowing she suffered much worse and far more,
Forever her pain is now a grander part of me
Now life's worth just our memories,
Everyday I relive them, our precious love story
I see her everyday, in the smiles of our four children,
I look forward to their visits, that's what keeps me going
Once I had thought I wouldn't last long,
Would die the very second she was gone
But I'm stronger now, facing her death and this emptiness in my life,
With the strength and courage to me, she passed on.
Every night my love, when I go to sleep,
I feel u lying next to me,
And everyday on my morning walks, I feel this tinkling in my palm,
As if u were there, holding my hand,
And then I look down and see...your invisible footprints in the sand.
I smile a little smile then, I knew u couldn't leave,
After all, you promised me eternity
And It's your presence in my life, that even after you died, has helped me stay alive
And it's your aura around me, that has helped me survive,
The biggest blow God gave me,
When He took you, 'Sabera'...the love and joy of my life, away from me.
There is nothing in this world that i can possibly think of or think of doing to tell you how much I love you.
You are so sweet to me, i can't almost stand it wen you call me handsome and cute, cause it sounds so sweet to me.
If there is anything in this world that you can think of for me to prove my love to you, just name it. I will be all over that in a flash.
Even though we didn't get to see each other for very long cause of my dumb ass, that was still what i wanted to see today really bad. Looking into your BEAUTIFUL green eyes today was like looking into Gods heaven.
The only thing that is missing is your touch on my skin. I probably would not be able to hold it in me and take a hold of you by your waist and press you against me, and than the smell of your hair would turn me on to the BREAKING POINT.
I would start by kissing down your neck and curress your neck with my tong.
Than while curressing your body, I would start slipping my hands under your shirt, and under your bra and upon your perfect titties.
Than i would start pulling your bra and shirt off at the same time and begin kissing your titties. Kiss them all the way down to your belly button and back up to your face.
When i would lift your upon my hips i would carry you to the bed and start kissing you back down your titties and your ribs and your belly button and than an inch lower passed your belly button just to get you a little more wet and wanting.
To Be Continued.
Set for Contest!
on Tuesday May 18th Mount Lebanon's Rev. Shaun Lee read from the book of Psalms
and then inquired of us "Who Do You Think Needs God?"
on Wednesday May 19th the Rev. Dr. Green of Universal talked about "The Love Of God"
which he referred to from the books of Luke and John
on Thursday May 20th Rev. Stanislaus of the church of St. John did convey
about "What Are The Odds?" when the Lord God leads your way
on Tuesday June 1st Rev. Miller of Brown Memorial used the book of Genesis
to tell us about "A Victory For A Visionist"
on Wednesday June 2nd with a word from 1st Peter New Jerusalem's Rev. Dr. Rice
told us how to paint "A Portrait Of A Pastor" whom for the Lord gives his life
on Thursday June 3rd we celebrated and honored our 1st Lady Mrs. Angela Farr-Griffin
and between our Youth and Christ's Fellowship's Rev. Dr. Kelly
we now know how to "Deal With Unanswered Prayers" in our daily living
It's been six nights of praise and worship and all the Choirs were on point
celebrating and honoring the Pastor and his wife whom the Lord God did anoint
on Sunday June 6th we concluded the celebration
and Pastor Griffin himself gave the Proclaimation
to the Rev. Dr. Arlee Griffin and Dr. Angela Farr-Griffin his devoted wife
we love you, we thank you, we appreciate you both for being faithful servant of Christ
Oh how can one capture
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature
The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
As if blessed
Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots
How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable
She came from heaven,
A beautiful maiden.
Knocked on my door.
The girl I adore.
A conversation started,
But still it lasted.
A little bit shy from the way I behaved.
At least I showed what's under my grave.
I never expected
Someone who's interested to inspect.
What's in me.
And all I can be.
A visitor for the lonely night.
Made my life so bright.
An unexpected visitor she is.
Now I can sleep with ease.
twenty-two years as the Pastor of that Historic Little Church on the Hill
twenty-two years of leadership as you continue to submit to God's will
you're don't rest on your laurels as you've just attained another Master's Degree
from the Kennedy School of Government at Harvard University
you recently received a blessing from God that has given you tremendous joy
you are now officially a grandfather and hallelujah it's a boy
you preach to us the living gospel the eternal words of Christ
and you relate it to us in a way that has impacted our lives
we thank you for these twenty-two years of delivering the word of God
we thank you for these twenty-two years that you've kept us in your heart
you've held our hands, you anointed us with oil
and you listened to our troubles
you prayed for us, you prayed with us
and gave us guidance in the midst of our struggles
we love you Pastor Griffinfor your honest and humble approach to life
we love you and the First Family for all that you've sacrificed
twenty-two years and still counting since the day you were appointed
Congradulations and keep making good things happen
for you are truly anointed
An Evening with Emily
I spent an evening with Emily
(Dickinson, you know)
I told her she was my idol
Her words had touched me so
So simple were her musings
Written deeply from her soul
Each thought struck like lightning
And had the power to console
She wrote of life and love
As though she lived them to the full
In truth, she rarely left her room
Yet her words were powerful
She didn’t need to travel far
To smell the sea and air
She closed her eyes and summoned them
From the confines of her chair
She wrote of death as calmly
As she wrote of birds and sky
Describing her last journey
In a chariot stopping b
Although she died a lonely life
And never let the world intrude
For Constance Dear Heart's contest - The Passionate Poet
Oh, what a lovely legacy she left
From that world of solitude
ODE – NEDERLAND’S CHANT
Dutch greetings we say…
Dutch greetings we say,
in the land of Friesland today.
Home is our joy.
Logical people and not emotional we are.
Expressive are our thoughts.
Call us opinionates, if you want.
Dutch greetings we say to all!
props for our Pastor to honor him for his anointing
to give him encouragement in his Godly appointing
to be a bride to the church is a Pastor's primary role
an Undershepard to his flock in the kingdom of saving souls
he's the angel of the church chosen by the Lord God
ordained and equipped to give the Gospel from the depths of his heart
props for our Pastor for whom we should always pray
to gird him up for the battle that he faces everyday
we're in the midst of spiritual warfare where every moment is a fight
so please pray for our Pastor morning, noon and night
pray that God protects him from powers and principalities in high places
pray that God covers him when he encounters those enemies with two faces
and when you pray for our Pastor also pray for yourself
that you will increase and be full of spiritual wealth
praise for our Pastor in his leadership capacity
praise for his sacrificial personality
he gives to his flock his all in all
and for his congregation he will respond to every call
props for our Pastor as he preaches the Holy Word
in a prophetic manner never before heard
speaking words of power and revealing truths to authorities
as he proclaims the Gospel and how it came to be
props for our Pastor as he labors in word and doctrine
in a delivery of the Gospel of which he does not modify nor spin
he gives the full Gospel and testifies from the heart
he cuts down the enemy and deflects its fiery darts
props for our Pastor for his preaching and teaching
convincing and convicting us that the hand of God is all reaching
be one who inspires him for his spiritual calling
be a support to him on this mission into which he has fallen
and watch out for the goats in the midst of the flock
who are always butting in whether you want them to or not
be aware of the instigators, the agitators and the dictators sitting in the pews
lurking around like evil is wont to do
props for our Pastor as we protect and safeguard his back
for by the enemy he's constantly under attack
be one of the faithful few that keep gossip away from him
and use your spiritual gifts to shield, empower and defend
partner with out Pastor and help ease his load
be a compliment to him and his family as we travel this road
and also pay our Pastor so that for his flock he can give his best
tithe to the church and then let God handle the rest
with prayer, praise, partnership, protection and pay
props for our Pastor as we honor him this day
What the poet knows,
I'll tell you what:
He moulds the clay of wisdom,
Fine-tunes the disruption of misconceptions.
He listens to breaking sorrows
And leans a helping arm on society.
He is the eye of the ancestors
An encyclopaedia of generations passed.
He reflects the ills of humanity
Gigantic bulldozer, bulldozing through.
He devices a language of illumination
Shining to all who understands his dialect.
He touches starvation with a helping hand,
Fighting malice with the pen as his sword.
He knows when to strike
And where to aim,
Poised for greatness
A marching warrior.
He defeats with ease
And cures with his words,
Piercing his way
Through the hearts of darkness.
A voice of change
And a voice of the earth,
Created specifically to nurture the earth.
He is born to sing and born to shout
Amidst much silence from a quiet lot.
He deciphers solution for multitudes at ease
From his warehouse of wisdom, oh man of letters.
He was created to heal
And born to lead
His devoted urchins
That roams the earth.
He bears immortality
With the tip of his fingers,
Granting at will to preserve his cause.
He speaks the bitter truth
And embraces nature
Cos within it lies
The sincerity of creation.
So skilled in his art
His fine craftsmanship,
Posing not just a poet
But an artist as well.
So much to learn
And much to envisage
From an aged treasure house
Of what the poet knows.
...a darling dear of time is when the tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme,
the peak of a mountain top experiencing,
O' darling dear
a love letter,
just one of those things that
of the everlasting.
It seems so long that I must look
Among most girls, their attraction lures
But with this sight my angst does unhook
And my eyes do end their tours
The unpolished cover of your book
To suddenly turn judgment yours
As it is with great surprise
Be my expectations tragic
The cover had deceived my eyes
For these pages are but magic
Alas to Hogwarts I do not go
And to you I am a stranger
So shall I choose a book I know?
For your wonders surpass Hermione Granger
So to Panem I must take flight
As my envy does glow green
And in the Hunger Games shall I fight
For with a fire you tend to glean
I mere Peeta to thy sight
And you Ms. Everdeen
And though I not think it right
To compare the’ to what I hate
But for you I mention slight, the book, Twilight
Within its pages my affection’s fate, for with Jacob they relate
And so for you my Bella Swan
That I must assume a friend
And like Edward seek my presence gone
Loving you until the end.
Set down your book I do so wary
And reference now a great ballet
For in my arms I long to carry
And with great poise dance away
Me, a nutcracker prince, and you my sugar plum fairy.
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,
smell of flowers in the spring
...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
making flavored coffee
a drink in the morning.
I wanted to be a writer
When I was just a young teen
But I was so incredibly shy
And kids can be so mean.
Then a new teacher came along.
He had such a different view.
I no longer felt embarrassed
By the writing that I'd do.
He made me feel I had a gift
And that it should be shared.
To him I admitted my hopes
And I felt that he really cared.
Mr. Sowden encouraged extra work,
To write about whatever we wanted.
So I wrote and wrote and wrote some more.
The words just flew, undaunted.
My grade ten English teacher
Read my work out loud
And winked when the class applauded,
For the first time I felt proud.
I never signed my real name.
The class didn't know it was me
But my work garnered admiration,
On display for all to see.
That was the year I learned that
What I wrote was pretty good.
I just needed time for confidence to grow
And that, Mr. Sowden, understood.
He made us see the written word
In a way that made us aware.
So I would like to thank him,
The English teacher who really did care.
As I crossed the gravel way
Of chemim de la Geurite
Through dead leaves that fell astray
I dodged them in a wild mad spree
As I crossed the gravel way
As I climbed up the granite wall
Thick and cold and high
To the top, feeling small
I slid across the rim
As I climbed up the granite wall
Down the other side I went
Through coins strewn about
Through photos and through flowers spent
I slowly crawled along
And down the other side I went
There were people standing over me
People standing high
People with teary eyes did see
The writing on the wall
As there were people standing over me
And as I headed towards chemim Lebrun
I heard some people sing some old forgotten songs
Holding candles of whitish hue
Lamenting a man called Jim
As I headed towards chemim Lebrun
And as I rested for a while
In my house upon my back
I rested with a blissful smile
At the end of my shiny track
As I rested for a while
You help me see who I am
You catch me when I fall
You helped me get closer to God
You don't care if I'm laughing or crying
You've stuck with me through it all
When my mama started drinking, you helped me through that
When my papa said mean things to me
you showed me he was wrong
You lit the darkness so I wouldn't stumble
You let me cry on your shoulder when I thought I was pregnant
When I found out I wasn't
You shared my joy
You talked me out of doing so much
You're the reason I'm still alive
In one poem
or even a hundred
I couldn't describe all you've done
Thank you for your caring compassion
You really, truly are the best
I write this letter to bid you a final farewell.
and I truly hope it finds you well and fair.
You see I’ve based my life upon your
and every vain symbol and element you
But now the time has come to cut you
and sever this bond you and I have
I wish to live my life not based upon looks;
nor this persona of beauty you have
I know it won’t take very long to replace
For others like me you will certainly
Who will rally in pride and assemble in
all in the name of Sweet Vanity their
They will bow their heads, proclaim their
in you, my Sweet Queen and irrefutably
Bidding well to their pride, masked in
Your pill of selfishness they’ll surely
But as for you and I, we will no longer exist
in an egotistic relationship, shallow and
I must move on and proclaim my lost
of the missing girl now superficial and
You see I’ve lived the hell and know too
the curse you have upon the weak and
My beauty lies within, and not what is
Goodbye my Sweet Queen of Vanities
~La' Luna De' Morte'~
As an scarlet blush,shadows th' land crim'...
She steals sting of death,with 'stonishing splendor
Beaut~full n' ablaze,her ambience flows in wake
Lighting th' air crisp,with her spark'nd kindled kiss
Comforting n' calm,she affords festive delight
Gath'rings 'round her pyres,her children gleam a'glow
Joy~fill'nd laughter,emits gaiety from their pleasance
Swaddled in her aura,'ven th' gloom'd come a'glee
Sweetly n' sound,becometh slumber in her night
Though th' amorous' desires,are th' more frequent for wait
For of Eros' myrrh,she is saturately immersed
Th' senses of her seduction,soothing to feral 'volve
Wholly loyals 'cept her due,ceaselessly crave her 'rrival
When her departure cometh,we lay yearn'd of next loom
Awaiting th' Mother's daughter,so lavish'ly arrayed
An 'ticipated nativity,none comparing so of...
...An Autumn's Full Reap'ng Moon!
My poetry ignites a giant flame, that begins to flow, and continuously grow.
I enter the morbid mind of that legendary name, and I hear the demonic laugh of Edgar Allen
My poetry is like a continuous fire, fueled by a huge dose of inspiration.
This legendary poet wraps me in barbed-wire, taking me back to his generation!
A wicked grin, as I push my writing pen across the white blood spotted page.
Hypnotized, I am baptized in the blood of his sin, thus begins the dark rage!
Demonic thoughts take over me, and my personality is metamorphosed to the dark side.
As I read Poe's Poetry, I'm consumed by his energy, and I metamorphose from Dr. Jekyll to
My poetry opens unknown doors, and follows that dark path of Edgar Allen Poe.
The couplet's are blowing up like C-4, and swimming in a bloodbath of woe!
The creativity comes from deep within, and I see Poes poetry in my mind's eye.
I'm swallowed into obscurity for my sin, and the poetry in me follows the way of the Samurai!
So as I'm continuously inspired, I'll keep writing till I come to the end of the rainbow.
And although the great poet has expired, I'll keep fighting to promote the works of Edgar
24 years between 22 yards,
Records being made like palace of cards,
He is one who breathes cricket,
A player,whom no opponent can hate.
He plays cricket only,thinks everyone...
But playing with nos. Is his real fun..
His achievements are his identity,
He's a true legend in reality.
663 Matches,34357 runs,100 tons,154 fifties,200 wickets are enough to call him sir,
He's no other than SACHIN TENDULKAR..
Records are so,that can be written an encyclopedia,
Most times news,was he for media.
Head is at seventh sky,still feet at ground,
Kept every responsibility brilliantly,it is found.
Our Indian soil was blessed on 24 april 1973, when he born.
That day was for Indian cricket, a new dawn.
Family supportive,start training at 11,
His focus being perfect,that's why he has today heaven..
On 15 nov 1989, he came whirling his bat,
At 16,before pakistan,he was like before lion,a rat.
May start was bad,but determination was atmost,
Passing all hurdles,he reached the coast.
Then fours and six and runs and records.
Oh my goodness! Everyone has to laud..
Time was departing,so were players,
But immotile as hill,he was there,
WHat he cannot do was unanswerable,
His story in future become fable.
Those watching him play at childhood,share field with him,
But wrinkles in his performance was never seen..
Equalling Billgates' income he won hearts.
He was the whole piece,but then also considered himself a part..
Father's wish was to be a good human,
Now every father want such son.
Every thing achieved,giving father tribute asked-" Have i made it large?"
May height so small but deed so enlarge..
But every good thing comes to an end,
And so does when our legend descends.
With brim on head,tricolour in hand.
Touches the pitch,saying I did my job, my sand...
Make everyone happy when he bats,
Now tears in every eyes, but everyone pats..
The god of cricket,jesrsy no. 10......
This passion,determination,stamina,spirit & much more we'll see when???
In india,"Its Impossible" is replaced by "Its sachin"
Your Father must be proudly saying-"my son,u win"
The ladder he climbed,no one can reached,
Bye-Bye Sachin,How to be perfect,to us, You only teach!!!!!
Tear me not from Thee apart,
And fill with love, this weakened heart.
Give me hope, I seek to see,
Give me courage to worship Thee.
I give myself in Thy mighty hands,
Shield me in the desert sands.
Hide me from the devil's eyes,
Restrict my tongue from telling lies.
Purify my sinful soul,
Make me always bright and bold.
Encourage me to fight for Thee,
Prepare me for my victory!
THE TABLE MOUNTAINS
To what shall I compare thee
Oh, awesome sprawling masterpiece of nature?
Is it the Sinai of Mosaic Israel
Or the pyramid of Egypt?
Welcome to the end of the world, or is it the beginning?
Where mountains wear crown of splendor
Adorned with shimmering brightness of early morn sun
When heaven’s tip kisses mountain top
With lips of nature in her most pristine, undiluted self
With runaway innocence beyond the earth reproach and corruption
Graceful, bold and gigantically imposing
Its royal robe perfectly cut of
Meadows and greenery tended by the dew of the dawn
Come view the mountains in the cape
Come, and go, cleansed and cured of all impurities
Trapped in its sharp, cold and warm embrace
Come, see the Sinai
In the west of the black south
Oh! Is it burning smoke or icy cold steam
That engages the cloudy sky at the mountain top?
Or is it the blazing sun, icy steam and thickly fog in trinitary unison?
A trio in a race of space
Wow! Its dawn at sunrise
The mount stirs and time stand still
sun submerged, the steamy, smoky fogs lifted
Revealing a golden morn like the first day of creation
Come see another wonder of the world in South Africa
In the fortress expanse of Cape Town
Cape Town, here I am!
Enthralled, entranced, I am endeared!!!
We were linked to each other for nine month's feat
With a wiry nerve in womb of our struggling mother.
We shared each breath together and each heartbeat.
You cared for me more than just an earthly brother.
You let me take all nourishments, denying yourself
And your such kindness made you so weak, weak.
Perceiving my existence you offered me your help.
The existence that strived hard being deathly sick.
Brother! We were born together in this misty earth
But you were too,too weak to adapt and to survive.
Weakening yourself, you made me strong by birth.
Dying, you left this earthly pyre in day number Five.
But you have not died my martyr brother, my twin
For every atom in my blood, breath resembles you.
Once I lived with you, for you and now you live in
My whole being and my dual existence ever-new.
(In memory of my twin brother who died on his infancy of 5th day)
You were small and still inside,
Now you never will come out.
Even though i never got to know you,
I still love you with all my heart.
There are many things i wanted to teach you,
so many things i wanted you to see.
But i know you are in a place that will always be beautiful,
You will always stay young.
You will have your sister to guide you there,
My family is always there to protect you no matter what.
I hope you are happy cordillia where ever you are,
I am happy knowing you will never experience heartache.
You will never experience the lies people will tell,
You are protected.
you are loved.
You will always be part of me and your dad.
Although i wish i could hold you in my arms,
But until we do see eye to eye.
you are in my heart.
it was you
wondering where I am
was I okay
it was you
when I fell apart
from a broken heart
it was you
tasting my tears
facing my fears
it was you
sharing my pain
from far away
it was you
happy in love
sharing my joy
it was you
weary and tired
from illness and pain
now it is me
holding your hand
in your last days
it is me
laying you to rest
saying farewell to the best
it is me
I love you
I miss you
Wanted to write something so special
That you would not be able to resist
Coming to me
Could not find any word
That suits this beautiful soul of yours
I searched the horizon
Could not find anything
That could neither compliment nor compare
Again and again
I looked every corner every where
Here at last in stand in the gardens of heaven
If Eve was not created first
Nay Jo would have been here
Old men and red wine (Portugal)
In the bodega old men drink red wine (never white)
They are proud of their elderliness and solves
The worlds many problems; something about keeping
your head down and work hard.
Then as shadows fall and night approaches, they go
home to wives who scold them gently for smelling of wine
but they do hope to meet their old friends tomorrow
afternoon at the bodega.
Not many bodegas left now, big wooden caskets of wine,
sink counter and stone floors, wine bars are taking over,
bottles of showy wine with posh labels like that should
have anything to do with friendship.
Live too fast, die too young
when glittered dreams have just begun.
All to quick to point and judge
til speculation got too much.
But rest now Amy, close your eyes
and ears now deaf, repelling lies.
So sad, ashamed for you Amy
that drugs will be your legacy
A poison of your mind and soul
that grips and claws and takes a hold
on every fibre of yourself
and feeds until there's nothing left.
How can a voice, so lingering
come from a face thats caving in
from habit, hopelessly devoid
of love and care, so paranoid.
But sleep now, Amy, at last, be free
Untouchable now, Nite Nite Amy.
Amy Winehouse 14 September 1983 – 23 July 2011
A couple weeks before her fourteenth birthday,
We knew something was wrong
Peanut, who loved to eat above all else, suddenly turned down food
To make it worse she was having trouble breathing
I had urged my dad that we had to take her to the pet hospital, and he agreed
At the hospital, when they told us what was wrong,
I could see the look in my dad’s face
Even I knew, it was her time
We all got to say our final goodbyes,
Held her paw, and stayed with her as she drifted to sleep
Her passing had hit us so hard, like a huge weight had fallen onto us
I kept asking myself, over and over again,
“why did she have to go?”
We all thought she was gone forever,
And tears of sadness had stuck with us for a while
Then a strong realization came over us,
Peanut was not gone,
She would always be with us
Tears of sadness soon became tears of happiness
When we learned about the Rainbow Bridge
Hearing that touching story,
We all knew Peanut would forever be in our minds and our hearts
If Peanut is waiting on the other side of that Rainbow Bridge,
Then I look forward to the day when we cross that bridge and can be with her
Dedicated to Peanut
In our memories,
The pets that have passed will always remain
We realize upon having them
That they turn out to be something more-
A loving companion, a protector,
And most of all, a friend
Someone who will always be there for you
One who gives you a shoulder to cry on,
A creature subtly unassuming,
Who will simply listen..
There is a connection with our pets
That is impossible to break
And when there comes a time to say goodbye,
That connection will help us continue on
We never want them to leave,
But all of us know that nothing lasts forever
But the effect they leave on you
And the love you have for them does
It's hard really;
To describe you in one word,
But if I had to, you'd be my
Maybe that counts as two words;
So I'll try again,
You are my
But that still doesn't give you justice,
you're always there for me when I need you
You fogave me when I was horrible to you,
And I owe you everything,
Yet I can't tell you
My simple feelings.
Your laugh, voice, are like a melody of angel harks,
Your eyes are like smooth chocolate and honey.
You have a smile that lights my darkened soul;
And if only there was a song I could send your way,
But the best song is the one from my heart,
However, that song is continually writing
As long as you are in my life, it will alwayas be writing,
Because you are;
my gardian angel
When I was little, I didn’t know what it was like to have a pet
Until the day my parents decided to bring Peanut home
I remember it well, out of all the dogs we saw,
Peanut was the one who stood out
A newborn puppy, so cute and innocent,
We knew she was the one
She had those sad puppy eyes,
And we saw that she had already had an effect on us
At first, she didn’t know what to think of us
We were strangers to her
Her first night, she was shy, a little bit scared,
But then she realized we were her family
In her younger years, she had such a playful spirit,
One that would make you smile
When one of us would come home from school or work,
Her energy of excitement exploded with happiness
What really made her happy was eating
She would want to do that all day
There would be times when after a long day
She would sit in a patch of sun that came in through a window
She loved the warm feeling of the sun when she rested
It always felt good to my parents and I,
When she would curl up and sleep right beside us,
Never leaving our side
Peanut was always very protective of us and her home,
Anybody she didn’t know, she would bark at until they went away,
Or until she got tired of barking
However, if the person she didn’t know had food with them,
They were her friend all of a sudden
Peanut was someone who had completed us as a family;
She made us happy—our first family pet
She was someone you could talk to, and she would listen
Many years with her, and we created so many good memories;
Ones that would make us laugh or make us smile
As the years went by, she started showing signs to us that she was getting older
Age ten, she started slowing down, her face became grey
Despite old age, there were some things that didn't change,
Like her wanting to eat or wanting to be with us
I want to right, all the wrongs that make u cry,
I want to fight for u against the racing time
I don't want to lose, not until I try
And I know u won't give up too, not without one hell of a fight.
Just when we had reached a point of no return,
He made us stop and made u turn,
You were all I had, my most prized possession,
But He decided u die...oh His one decision
Oh my Lord, your one decision,
Has changed the very course of my life
Without her by my side, how do You expect me to survive.
Without her such radiant smile, how do You expect me to feel alive.
She loves me so much and doesn't want me to hurt
So she's not letting go, battling her illness bcoz she knows
That it would leave me stranded here, wallowing in pain
Slowly and surely her death would drive me insane
And it makes her resolve, to be brave and soldier on,
Fight her death and meet every blow head on
But the end is near and she smiles and takes my hand
She says a silent prayer for the suffering she's about to gift her man
And now I look down at her, her flawless face,
And think of how much more pain she's willing to take
I think of our lives then, so full of happiness
And I think of our lives now, so filled with turbulence
And I wonder how much inner strength she must have,
To have endured all the severe pain that she has
I just want her now to be free,
Since she's only hanging on bcoz she's afraid what what might become of me
And in her eyes I see such helplessness,
Maybe down the road, she can see the darkness
And she looks at me now,
Her teary eyes beg for my forgiveness
For she knows she's leaving me now
Her strength is now wearing her down
I can hear her silently crying, and even though she's trying,
In her heart, she knows she's dying.
I saw you once,
Too long ago
A grin so wide spread across your face.
Your eyes shone bright,
And gave you light,
Giving life a sweeter taste.
You held me once,
You came so close,
You took me in your arms and then.
You promised me,
An endless care,
My family as well as friend.
I felt you once,
Flow through my veins,
I felt our hearts beat as one in time.
I walked with you,
I held your hand,
Comparing your footsteps with mine.
You lead me once,
You helped me through,
Discomfort and uncertainty,
We smiled as one,
And moved as one,
And graced each other's company.
We quarreled once,
I hardly know,
When it came reality,
But don't you know,
We both let go,
Our friendship met fatality.
I lose you once,
We stretched and strained,
Attempting to clasp hands again
We broke the bond,
Untied the knot
And then our efforts had to end.
We dissolved once,
Into disappointment we,
Fought and struggled
To revive it
But it will never really be.
You loved me once,
Bid it farewell,
Though there will never be another.
I'll dry my eyes
And smile for you.
I'll love you always; My big brother.
MY LORD, MY SAVIOR
NOTHING CAN COMPARE, TO THE PAIN YOU BEAR
MY LOVE FOR YOU, IS DEEPER THEN OCEANS BLUE
THANK-YOU FOR BELIEVING ME, WORTHY
TO ACCEPT YOUR LOVE, AND FORGIVENESS
MY LORD , MY SAVIOR
YOU BROUGHT ME OUT OF DARKNESS, TO LIGHT
YOUR WORDS FALL LIKE RAIN, RAISING FLOWER'S,
UPON THE DESERT FLOOR
MY LORD, MY SAVIOR
THANK-YOU FOR BRINGING ME, OUT OF THE WILDERNESS
FOR GIVING ME SHELTER, IN YOUR LOVE
YOUR BLOOD RUNS OVER ME , WASHING MY SINS AWAY
MY LORD , MY SAVIOR
FROM DUST TO FLESH, IN THE IMAGE OF YOU
THANK-YOU FOR THE GRACE, THAT FLOWS IN MY SOUL
I GIVE YOU MY LIFE,
LORD IN HEAVEN I'LL SEE YOU!
this stunning lithe oldest teenage niece, daughter of
my younger sister, epitomizes a tall drink of water
(similar to the mother at same age)
What with her willowy young woman body
brimming with budding potential for breath-taking beauty
enhanced by her quiet mien
expressing itself thru exemplary artistic and literary flair
if asked to draw a character sketch anime or wax poetic she would demure
modesty restrains her acknowledging creative talents
so I thought to compose an ode in praise
of this quiet-natured adolescent teetering on the brink of adulthood
evolving positive qualities via the strength of said sibling
whose ambitious parents embarked to Spain
late summer found them bound for the Iberian peninsula
this brother suppresses envy at adventurous bold risk-taking
exposing offspring to world wide web of Europe
fostering cultural awareness, represents continuity
for I remember this youngest sibling as gently conniving for courage
to act on her je nais sais qua esprit de corps
as like an inner divining rod and faith in self
enabling exemplary example for motherhood constituting
both this and Marleigh (the second of deux whip smart darlings)
with the world at their fingertips as hands on learning
all the while insinuating courage to take life by the horns!??
To every happy memory, there are sad ones that hit just as hard
And the sadness began when I looked at his side
To see a large lump there
I wasn't as worried as I should have been…
Everyone thought Pentecost would be okay
For our other cat survived a thing like this on her own
She had bitten the lump off herself
Puss oozing out…and she had healed with no problem
This lump was different…
I cringe because it was wrong for us to wait
He began to grow thinner… his eyes began to look sad
He no longer ran from the window to the laundry
He no longer jumped into my dad’s lap for a pet
He didn’t even eat, and that was one thing I thought he would never give up…
Dreamy, but sad, I looked at him opening a can of his favorite meal
I wished there was something more to be done for him
I begged my parents to take him to the vet
Because I sensed it would soon be too late
My mother kept saying he would be fine in due time
But in a matter of two weeks my mom surely knew
And she was the one to say it…
She said softly, “I think he’s going to die”
I held him on the less tender side of his body near my bed
Tears building in my eyes
I didn’t want Pentecost to suffer…
I wanted him to live life and be his happy self…
Good-bye is hard to say, it seems to final
As I've traveled through this life,I KNOW!
there are times, times when it must be said!
When you miss those times, as i have done
It hurts more than any pain, I've ever known
Good-bye is hard to say, sometimes it needs to be said
it has to be said, it must be said
I've never wanted to say it,but i know i must say it
for i know it's the only way to ease the pain
The pain of your loss, which i will carry always
SO, good-bye my brother, good-bye for now
You will always be in my heart, and mind
someday we will meet again, and never have to
(in Memory of Don Cornelius)
Why did he-himself in the head
come to blow
After he had it "on the lock",
where did it go
When did this situation on him
take its toll
How could he, his whole LIFE
away, up and throw
When he with keeping it All
together was "on a roll"
This wasn't the Don Cornelius,
We all love and know
For what's it's worth, I wish him
LOVE PEACE and SOUL!!!
(We Miss You Don, RIP)
So what is a Poet
If not so'
The genius inside
He make's people wonder
His craft is his pride
Now there are concealed
That he may try to hide
His true aspirations'
Can never be denied
His source of inspiration
Comes' from deep inside
Truth beyond belief
Seventy years ago in Princeton, West Virginia on a cold December third night
an earthly angel was born unto us and her name was Audrey Wright
a blessed child of God, a devoted disciple of Christ
and we've gathered here this evening to celebrate her life
With her husband Joe she has had over forty years of wedded joy
David, Dominick and Bobby Jr. are their 3 handsome boys
a member of the Historic Berean Baptist Church for a score of years
a deacon, a playwright, a woman of substance whom we all love and hold so dear
a truly talented individual who has a funny and dramatic flair with the pen
she writes the type of plays that makes you renew your faith in God all over again
I consider myself doubly blessed to have her as a sister and friend in Christ
and to everyone she has ever met in someway she has touched their life
she had the nerve to inform me that she was seventy years young
but as I look upon her lovely face, she doesn't look a day over forty-one
excellence, eloquence and elegance are the traits she humbly conveys
and I'm extremely honored to write this tribute for her seventieth birthday
I love you and congratulations to you, my dear friend Audrey Wright
and may the Lord Our God continue to bless you and keep you always in His sight
after a while,
i light a candle
the tears that
once were are
in continuum, i
have learned to
smile even through
the tough stuff
the root of me is
you, and that
cannot be forgotten
no matter the
as the frigid
raindrops fall, i
the work you did
to create good times
out of nothing
it is then that i
put away all juvenile
behavior and man up
to bless your memory
even in eternal sleep,
you teach me in a way
that goes far beyond
the intelligence of my
i guess at times i get so
into me that i forget what
is important as well as what
it will never be the same
without you here, but i
can at least cherish the
times that you were
whether in daylight or
in darkness, love can
always see through
you love still radiates
in the realm of
unconditional, and that
is a quality of you that
will always live on
Dreams of you
flood my soul
The softness of your words
The gentleness of your eyes . . .
Such dreams I dream
Lost within your raven hair
Dark, ... feeling,
And always there
Surrounding me in flightless care.
Such nights I float
listless in your eyes
Compassionate, and warm,
A'drift of lover's embrace
within your soul.
Speak to me O'Angel
Let me hear your words
Such love parts from thy lips
A sound of passions
it's another year and you've gotten a little older
and your faith in the Lord God has gotten a little bolder
you might have a little bit more of a middle age spread
you might even have a few more gray hairs on your head
but don't sweat the small stuff Pastor it's going to be okay
for you have made it through to another birthday
the buzzards are probably circling but with you God's not done
just stay in the game of life until the victory has been won
you've preached from many a pulpit for over 30 years
you've always say that God is real and in your heart you hold Him dear
you've given us the word and have moved us in a good way
and that's why we're gathered here in love to celebrate your birthday
yet the buzzards are probably circling but with you God's not done
so here's to you Pastor Griffin on your fifty-first one
you raised two good daughters, one's in college and the other is about to wed
you might feel like you're losing a child but you're gaining a son-in-law instead
you've been married to a beautiful woman of God for more than half your life
and for that accomplishment alone you should give all the glory to the Lord Christ
yet those buzzards are probably circling Pastor but with you God's not done
and may you continue to preach the gospel of God for another fifty-one
The sinew stretched taut,
The yew wood begins to bend.
This battle has long been fought
And even now will not find an end.
My sight’s upon the coming men;
I will not miss my mark.
Features of stone, my hands are still.
I’d die for my brethren.
I do not fear death’s dark.
I stand here by my will.
Bows take aim besides me,
Shieldsmen kneel in front.
Unknowing approacheth the enemy:
We are reminded of the hunt.
The king’s army stands as one,
Our shadows are cast down
As the sun rises in the east.
They see us here yet do not run,
With swords drawn they keep their ground.
My arrow is released.
A mystical woman that sought my style,
Historical poet of times gone by,
Dreaming all the while,
Different styles for our paths to socialize.
Compassionately known too many.
I do realize.
Cherished friend of my words I write.
Supportive to so many others and me,
Her style not trite,
Never to meet this soul in reality,
Only to know her through words,
All her ability,
Perhaps one day our force will intersect.
I look forward to our time.
Love of our friendship shows in words.
Friendly notions capture our hearts.
Poetic passionate swords,
If time allows no capture of any moment.
We shall know each other later.
In natures movement,
Her name is Carolyn Devonshire
Full of rhythm and flow,
Poet to admire,
Tribute to Carolyn Devonshire a dear friend
St Judes sent a picture of Bryce
under it two big numbers
counted out a small life
I said to myself
"He lost his fight."
one of the plights
of human life
every month St. Judes
send's a picture
one of the little ones
i say a prayer
"excuse me God.
are you there?
here's this little one
trying very hard.
cure this childs cancer,
if You can find it in your heart."
now i'm wondering
what i'll say today
looking at the picture
it's usually time to pray
now is time to ask Him
does praying really matter
when i say those words
does someone get better
if God is God
how can anyone get sick?
if He really loves us
He'd take care of it
long ago, God made St Judes
it was one of his answers
He made up for you
so if your still wondering
if God still answers prayers
take a look at St. Judes
and you'll find answers there
This day shall be in remembrance of all the lost souls.
Each one remembered proudly on every flag pole.
This day shall be in remembrance to the fire fighters and all the crews.
Who rushed in giving up their lives, knowing what they knew.
This day shall be in remembrance to each soldier who followed their course.
The Army, Navy, Marines and the Airforce.
This day shall be in remembrance to all the brave and willing strangers.
Who came together to help and comfort, not knowing the dangers.
This day shall be in remembrance to the brave policemen and women.
Who came and worked side by side with with other laymen.
This year shall be in remembrance to all the who gave to the oppressed laden with hardship.
Whether it be a stranger or simply a friendship.
This date shall be forever etched in our hearts and in history.
Let freedom reign, the eagle will soar with such gallantry.
In reverence of 9/11, I kneel to pray...
As I write this, each tear falling don't come close to all who was lost that day.
Each year passing, shall be in remembrance to the brave red, white and blue.
That we came back stronger, braver and always renewed.