Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this goes."
Curious, Peter, looked out through a chinc,
And watched Vie and Chris-- approaching by twos.
They opened the door--and who do you think--
Standing there wearing her fine Jimmy Choos,
Ms Lost Sonnet!--spoke not a word--but winked.
Wilma Wine-Corkscrew, dressed in purple hues
Gave the 'all clear', and Peter spread the news.
"We're having a party Ms Sonnet, please,
Won't you join us? It's a magic party
For Peter", said Ruben Rotisserie.
Bob Blender poured her a drink--quite hardy.
Connie Candellabra was flaming bright
As Ms Sonnet swept past to the soft couch.
Carolyn Cookie Jar screamed with such fright,
"Quick! She's on fire!" Then Lost cried, "Ouch!"
"I'll save her", said Catie Collander. "Here!"
But the water leaked through her like a sieve.
Susan Spatula yelled, "Have no fear, dear!"
Yet, the fire held on and would not give--
Others tried, but could not stop the fire.
Then Peter said, "I wuw twy! I can do it!
With 'Awwy, I can fwy! Way up highya!
Togethwa, we can save Ms Wost Sonnet!
Awwy is my fwend. He tawks funny, too!
He's aw the way fwom Engwand and he is
My Supwa Cape! So I can fwy! It's twue!
No H's wive theaw--his name is wike this:
'Awwy--not Hawwy." So now, they all knew.
"Did I 'ear some bloke colling my name?"
"Yes! 'Awwy, me! We've Ms Sonnet to save!"
Harry Handtowel--AKA, Super Cape--fame
Was now on the neck of Peter the Brave!
With no hesitation quickly they flew,
Smothered the fire and saved just one shoe.
Brittle and weak, Lost needed more than glue...
"She needs magic! Oh! Paweeze! What can we do?"
"Peter...we only made enough for you".
Said Carol Crock-pot. They all cried, "Boo Hoo..."
"Then give huw my magic! That's what you do!"
So quickly they sprinkled the magic brew.
Ms Sonnet was greatful--then said, "Adieu".
"Peter, you've done well," said Anne Assam Tea,
"Let's all have a cup'a tea and you'll see...
"'Magic's believing in yourself, --frankly,
Do that--and you can do--anything!"
*Special appearance by "Lost Sonnet", courtesey of David Williams...with much gratitude, thank you all for appearing ;)...Peter has many adventures to come...big hugs, love you all, cap'n deb
A Magic Adventure of Peter The Pan/AKA Peta The Fwying Pan
Peter was a fine young pan with blue eyes
Like all the other pans his age, except,
Peter could not yet pronounce 'R's'--he tried...
And 'L's'...so hard he tried. He even wept.
School had been especially hard today
Peter had been poked, teased, and made fun of
More this day than any other school day...
And the ride home took so long on the bus.
When he came through the door, his mama knew
"Why the long face? Are you hurt? Are you sick?"
"No ma'am," said Peter, "Just tiwad fwom schoow".
"Some cookies and milk may just be the trick!"
Mama said, as Peter sat down to eat.
By now, everyone was gathered around
To hear of his day--and sneak a treat.
So he told them his story...and they frowned.
"How can someone be so cruel! Makes no sense!
You are the smartest and brightest of pans!"
Said Debbie Dishwasher-- then cycle rinsed.
The rest agreed and came up with a plan.
"Okay! It's agreed!" said Bob the blender.
"You need magic!--THAT--we can render!
Charles Chalice and Gail Goblet--my dear
Bring what you have, for this magic milk shake.
Michael Magic Grill...you go get us some beer
And also get Peter a great big steak!"
Then everyone sang together with cheer:
"A parr-ty! A parr-ty! It's a parr-ty!
We are all...having...a magic--parr-ty!"
Everyone was busy, hust'ling around.
Tams the Golden Toaster was making toast.
Tex Texas Tea Pot hummed a whist'ling sound.
David Dish and Sara Spoon danced the most,
Except for Marlon Mop--he could 'get down'!
Carol Crock Pot was fixing up the Soup.
Russell Rolling Pin had rolled out a crust
For a magic pie with love from the coop.
Joann Juicer made fresh smoothies--a must!
Suddenly...a sound was heard on the stoop...
"Who could that be? It's nearly midnight!"
Said Cyndi Chandlier all bright with light.
Christopher Cutting-board called, "I'll go see!"
Vienna Vaccume said, "Not without me!"
"Wait!" Debbie Dishwasher cried from the sink.
"Let's look at more options. We need to think.
It could be someone in need of a meal...
Or, it's a burglar--come here to steal!"
"Everyone else! Quickly! Hide inside me
Until we find out who that sound might be!"
*****end part I...conclusion in part II
One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last,
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above -
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
There is a pulse.
One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them,
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
There is a pulse.
One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
There is a pulse.
if i wanted to kiss you
would you stand still
if i wanted to be with you
could we both time kill
if i held your hand
would you understand
or carress your cheek
would you be meek
if i whispered in your ear
would you hear
if i look into your eyes
would they lie
and tell me something else
that my heart is saying
if i wanted to love you
with all my heart
would that be smart
if i made you my reason to live
would it be worth everything i give
and if i said i love you
would you hold those words above you
forsaking all others as the preacher said
being mine and to no others lead
then my heart belongs to you
remember, to no other will i be true
with this poem i make this pact
and with my hopes i hope you act
fill in all the love that i lack
and as for doubts
we could fill up the cracks
For My Children
I have cried so many tears
I have laughted over the years
I have given you my all
I've watched you stumble and seen you fall
and I try'ed to help you through it all
but now your grown and on your on
I hope you remember what you've learn
and teach your children all about heaven
and how much it takes to be a parent
I'm so proud this is true i want you to know
how much i love you
Like the fragrance of honeysuckle clinging to the vine,
Like sea spirit salt rides the inshore breeze,
Like the sun dappled fields of summer, please...
Be mine... my beautiful you... be mine.
Like the flowers I bring you every so often,
Like the ones I should bring you every day,
Be wild and pure and wait there for me,
To see and to take you, my beautiful you.
Like the curves of your body, bending
Behind the glisten of the glass shower stall,
Like sweet nicknames floating down the hall...
Be my mystery ever unfolding, my beautiful you.
All the holidays, like yesterday, I still remember,
Wrapped up with you around the tree…
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September,
As we walk through our seasons, you and me.
And now the twilight's chimney smoke calls us,
Back to the hearth and home we've made,
With little ones who look like you and me,
Our love's perfect union, our soul's sweet serenade.
Through all the days of our days, I'll need you,
So be the breath I cannot live without,
The April morning's rain - mist for my midsummer's drought…
All the holiday's I remember...
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September.
The fragrance of you floating through the hall,
Into my soul's senses, please, be all...
Worth recalling, worth living and dying for...
My beautiful you, my beautiful you...
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What we Read, is Where we Go...
Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people
Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen
Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully
For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity
To present Prudence by being careful
For untruthfulness to bring into Justice
Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong
Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance
We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit
i love the united states where not full of fakes!the land of the free,the brave and the strong cant you hear gods angels sing our song!i will fight for my country again and again homeland sercurity my faithful friends!the agents are taking satan minions down bam!stand up with us show us your guts,we need plenty of wemen and men to take satan down without sheading a frown!homeland we protect the world if the people only knew they would see the god fearing american we truely be!
Where have you been? I’ve worried so.
I feared to leave the nest.
That Mr. Crow was hanging round.
You know he’s such a pest
He taunted me and said that you
were a bold philanderer
and that you’d be deserting me
and running off with her.
I know what he was doing,
just trying to get my goat
so I’d leave our home unguarded.
That would be all she wrote.
Have you eaten? I’ve been waiting
for you to bring some food.
You’ve forgotten it? How could you?
Mom said you were no good.
I swear I’m going back to her
unless you change your way.
Now come back here! I am not through.
I’ve plenty more to say.
Get on that nest. It’s your turn now.
I’m going out to eat.
And don’t mess up my nice clean house.
You had better wipe your feet.
Don’t look at me with those big eyes.
You think you have it tough?
It’s time you took some of the load.
I’ve simply had enough!!
For Francine's "Enough" contest placed at no. 4
Silvery Moon drifts through open window.
Baby's bassinet is bathed in evening sky.
Across the open yards, Silvery Moon gifts,
gifts love and devotion to taper the shadows.
A shimmer to shield from darkness
dusting sleepy lids with light like baby powder.
Hold fast to fleeting innocence
and boldness of brilliant shield
as you swaddle my tender babe tonight
through open window, Silvery Moon.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 7, 2012
Inspired by Babyface (Carl Sandburg)
This is a long lost dream story about Me and my EX-GIRL getting it back together again? Just who knows' where it will end......
My ex-girlfriend and me
We are talking about
The possibility of getting
Married and I said that
We shall see.....
She asked' me if we were
Going to take lot's and lots'
And I answered, yes,
But We won' be taking
And then She ask Me
If it would be consummated
I said yes, but, only if it came
When a Mother gives' Birth
She give's it with Love
She sore's to the High Heaven
To the Christ,
Fore She is giving birth
A gift from above...
Such a complication device
Devised by God
In order to herd His children
For that traipse to eternity
And only Heaven knows
When that will be.....
For they are awaiting
To that honorable place
Yes, the Mother gives' Birth
A gift to the World
Rather it be a baby boy
A baby girl...
Their love is so innocent
Innocent and free
Shaped and molded by
The like's of you and me
Yes, they are our
Hope's and dream's
For the next generation
Marred by frustration
Self-loathe and indignation
Yet, they do follow threw
To start a new nation
A nation to be
A nation of one
One where people
Shall be delivered
All soon to become One
Where the Will of Christ
Shall be done'
For this is their Heaven
And this is their Earth
Fighting twin evil inclination
Just awaiting the time of
Where the lineage of time
Is their only Salvation
Another simple case of
The blind leading the blind
In hopes' and dreams'
Moses and his sweet Molly Mouse
have a puzzling dilemma.
They have used all the names they know
from Marvalee to Maryemma.
They have followed all mouse name rules.
Each must begin with letter em.
After their hundreds of babies,
they have no more new names for them.
They can’t use Micky or Minnie,
for they know the unwritten rule.
Using gods or goddesses names
will make any mouse look a fool.
When Sally Squirrel comes to call,
the new mouse family to view,
they speak of their giant problem
and ask Sally, “What shall we do?”.
Sally swiftly offers to help,
but the fine ess names that she knows,
are rejected by the mouse pair,
“We surely can’t use one of those.”
Opie Oppossum arrives to ogle
and bring names with an oh or pee.
Moses objecting once again,
“They must start with an em, you see.”
Then Molly whispers to Moses.
“I will question Miss Mynah Bird.
Mynah is sure to remember
every em word she’s ever heard.”
Miss Mynah is very happy
to respond to their fervent plea.
She has a name for every child
they will live long enough to see.
There‘s Myra and Moira and Meg,
for the girl mice now in the nest..
Maurie and Mervin and Maleg,
are boy names passing the test.
The mouse pastor baptizes them
and as he pronounces each name,
Moses and Molly glow with pride.
Miss Mynah has saved them from shame.
Personification Moses and Molly Mouse, Sally Squirrel, Opie Oppossum, Mouse pastor
Miss Mynah Bird
Dear Soap Bubble,
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
I shall enjoy thy sight
Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst
Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path
Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee
pestilence restlessness sedatives
represent my main directives
presentment made me infected
selective systematic collective
medative hesitation effects my relevance
like hell needs a prince
never accept limits
convince me long since
i should repent
i never new what i was trying to attempt
i believed it was from hell i was sent
because once you get under my skin
you'll never tempt me again
Friendly enemy or foe
i don't not care at all no
Then into the monster i transform im a fellin
my exoskeleton is made from titanium dripped gelatin
Perfectly flexible cybernetic veins here my bellowing
im set to kill automatic tongue im never mellowing
i spit sparatic people lavish my tongue lashing hello n
goodbye nice to see you have a good time kill a fellow n
realize im a villain include chronic in my song im telling
you dog like wrestling im raw but bloody like saw your welting
from my manic pelting i keep it strapped above my belt im melting
My personification became like a puppeteer
i dangle on the strings of my sanity
and dance in the pale moon lite
its in my nature to believe i am something i am not
a look in the mirror is a trip into a place that has never
been seen before in the depths of my consciousness
You are the changing moon,
Always shifting, never constant,
Your phases are unpredictable,
Mom, you are the moon, who stands alone in the distance,
Always watching over her stars in the shadows,
Shining your light over our world,
Through our darkest hours of the night.
the memorys youll eventually forget,
the people you knew,
gone in a cloud of shattered dreams,
past loves turn into hatred,
these are things that are a result of our so called,
in the dark clouds of our minds a solum strand of light,
blooms forth changing your perspective,
evan for just a moment
the birth of children,
things you may life without,
but you have always wished to have,
created in them,
for with all darkness there must be light and in all joy,
there must be sadness.
How did you get where your at?
Do you lie to yourself?
Do you hold back?
Or do you know what your doing,
of coarse you do!
What worries me,
Does that satisfy you!?
You made me sad,
You made me cry,
You ****ed up,
Your precious life,
You had everything,
You split us up,
To get what you "need"
You say the word love,
Then threatened me!?
I play it cool,
But I'm terrified,
I cant even,
Close my eyes at night.
I'm that scared,
But not for me,
I'd risk my life,
For what i have left,
For My Family.
You ****ed up my brain,
From age 1-6,
Said if i told,
No one would listen,
You threatened not only me,
But my Family,
Even your own son,
How the **** could this be?
My father is a great man,
Found a beautiful wife,
That's where i came in,
And you know what,
They trusted you,
Till toddler ages were through,
You decieved them,
You decieved me,
And all the 9 other grandchildren,
That was forced to be,
I feel the pain,
I feel the tears,
I feel the hatred,
Your voice in my ears.
I see the scares,
That you have made,
I make new markes,
To forget about who really made the pain.
How did you get where your at?
Do they really think,
That jail will put you on track?
If they think that then they're wrong,
You've lost everything from one choice,
Your too far gone!!!!
Rapidly the overpowering and overwhelming flood of emotions,
that are running wildly tonight in your hearts.
their minds eye, not open to see the chaotic confusion,
of clouds hovering above them.
bitterness, hatred, and anger binding us, to an emptyness we can never fill leading ourselves into our own prisons, having to endure all of our pain and torments over and over again.
filled with the depression of all their failures and past tragedies.
fircely rooting its foundation deep within their souls.
Their hearts crying out silently in agony.
creep volently choking the life out of them.
Leaving them gasping for air.
finally Surrending on their knees,
God the father gently and graciously gives,
all his unconditional loving healing grace.
Shifting my weight onto the old bridge.
Listening to it's ragged cries of protest.
The mist rising from it's slumber, casts an ominous attitude.
As I walk by, the trees extend their bony fingers.
They snatch at my hair as I pass them by.
I near my destination.
A tribe of tombstones stand before me.
I soon find the one I have searched for.
Kneeling down, I place a rose by the lonely head stone.
I turn my back and walk away.
The headstone and rose drifts into the night.
Swallowed by the starving darkness.
(For Dorothy, Wanda, and Elwood)
They were invincible
whenever they’re onstage:
piano on the lead
as his accompaniment.
They toured the cities,
the parks as well;
soft harmonies they played
that all, including men
went envying them—
violin had felt betrayal
from her own bow.
It snapped her strings;
made it sever—
leaving piano out of tune.
Despite his downfall,
piano persisted performing
on stage, but alone—
playing his wife’s
you were set free,but your messing up already like thats where you wanna be.
today you got lucky this is your last chance next time there gonna lock you up and
throw away the key.
Is that really what you want them to do?
It's really all up to you.You can get on track or mess around and go right
I dont want to see you in a orange suit and in shackles again
I love you more like family then a friend.
All my friends now are locked up or dead, I want you to do good and stay
one step ahead I'm trying to get in your head. I dont want you gone like them I
want you around instead.
UNSPOKKEN WORDS ARE MEMORIES LOST,
...COUNTLESS TIMES THE UNSPOKEN WORDS,
THAT HAVE CLOUDED MY HEART.
SCREAM OR SHOUT ANYTHING BUT SILENCE!
CALL OUT MY NAME AS I CALL OUT FOR YOURS,
MY SOUL LONGING FOR YOUR ACCEOTANCE AND LOVE.
LOOK INTO MY EYES AND YOU WILL FIND MY SOUL.
TOMORROW WILL COME AND MANY DAYS AFTER,
YET TODAY WE SHALL NEVER SEE AGAIN.
SHALL WE LOSE TODAY AS WE DID BEFORE?
IS TODAY THE DAY WE BEGIN TI HEAL?
UNSPOKEN WORDS HOLD DARKNESS TO THEM,
THEY THRIVE ON SHADOWS,
THAT WE HOLD WITHIN,
HIDING FROM OUR CONSCIOUSNESS.
HOLD CLOSE TO YOU THE PRAYERS,
I'VE PRAYED FOR YOU,
I LONG TO HOLD YOU CLOSE
TO MY HEART IN A CHILDS WAY.
If you really love some-one
Then it shouldn't be so hard
You just put him on an leash
And simply walk him
Across the yard,
The heck with all the implication's
What are the chances'
They would reject him right away
Fore it takes' raw courage
To bring them home one day
A family bond is strong that way
- And -
To meet the family right away
The re concussion can be great
Though it take's much skill
Or may be,
It could be just a big mistake
Then if it is a dog
Then they barely know him
As you see, what come what may be
Sure they may know of his nature
Maybe just a couple of fleas'
But, what then can they really say
Fore he is the lesser of God's creatures'
And you have already given
Him a name,
And most of all,
He is yours',
He is your's to claim
Some how or another
Surely, he should be easier
A dog will all ways' have his day
In a manner of speaking
You just have to keep him eating
And not let him run astray
And he surely will be worth keeping
Every dog shall have his way
But people are so much harder
Many have felt,
my soft velvet skin,
from the common to royal,
my service I lend.
Sometimes for hours,
they sit, and think,
as they rock, and rest,
and their sleepy eyes blink.
Once I was lonely,
no one called on me,
they said I was to pretty,
with my hand carved feet.
Up in a room,
I was cold, and alone,
till my mother fell apart,
her rocking days gone.
Years have passed,
and I am still here,
I have comforted many,
and caught their tears.
Although I have noticed,
a little squeak now, and then,
I'm still rocking strong,
and my service I lend.
Many there be have turn their backs to thee/
No sense of remorse,
No notion of integrity or respect/
You stand so proud with your head in the air/
Waving your hands like you just don't care ?
But none the worse for wear,
Heroes Are Not Forgotten !
Those men and women who have waved the banner high !
With every bit of stregnth that have fought with no remorse,
We often get tongue tied within ourselves/
In the great melted pot we call The United States of America,
It was for freedom that our ancestor's fought to so desperatley uphold/
Far too many of us take it for granted !
They have eyes but tend to look the other way/
Paying litle to no homage to buw their heads to pray ?
One day every knee will bow and tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord !
There will be no mistake about it !
Those that pierced his side and pulled his beard/
Many say that us Christians are wierd/
You will know on that very day that he's not someone that you could play !
Heroes Are Not Fogotten !
Just look what that ass did Ben Laden !
We need to speak up now or forever hold your peace/
This world for some is a will for power,
Perhaps your all in need for a long cold shower/
Stay up late to listen to the radio The Hour Of Power !
No, Heroes Are Not Forgotten in this land of cotton !
We will lift up our head high to look toward the sky/
As a beacon of hope to a hurting worls in need/
Where as other's are just dying to see you bleed,
We will remember John Wayne in this old house of pain/
Bob Marley and The Wailer's,
Ronald Reagan and his awesome plans !
Last but the best Jesus is my man !
If Idon't get to say good bye for one and final time,
then know i've alway's loved you more than anyone could.
And though you are ill and the diseases you have are painful and kill,know God will comfort
you and you'll rest in his arms.
You are my mother who I dearly love,you are my friend and alway's have been.
We've had our cries,we've had our laughs,
we've shared pain,and were both a little insane.
How can I say exactly say how i feel,
when so far away i cannot show you.
I wish i could give you all you deserve,
the moon the stars, and all you dreams,
take away all the pain,the nightmares,and screams.
This reality is all to real,
I want to wake up,call an apeal.
god is who we must call upon,
in times of right,in times of wwrong,in times of joy,and times of pain.
He is the one who can save us all!
Your soul he will rest,now i'm depressed.
Just in case i dont't get to say goodbye.
I wish i could hold you and hug you again soon.
But when i give you this letter it'll be to late,
you will probably be gone.
I sometimes curse life and it's whores,.
You my mother,please know i love you,
i love youi because you've alway's loved me,
in all i have been andand always a friend.
An ear to listen,an eye to see,a hug and a home ,
A mother in all.
times were rough in our growing up,
we didn't have much ,and sometimes very por,
you gave up alot,even the men that raped us.
We our family,barely alive,barely escaped.
Nobody knows of the horror we've endured or seen,
what we've lived,how cruel,how mean.
But we were strong,we made it through it all,
we have survived one and for all.
now your time is coming to rest,
So follow God,He offers his best,
A kingdom full of no pain or hate,
but of much love and joy.
something you so rarely had,
you will soon have.
So take it and be glad,
rejoice and be glad,
You will be in Heaven!
I love you mom!
AIMLESSLY WANDERING DOWN
THRU OUR SINFUL PRIDE,
EMOTIONALLY BLACKMAILED BY OUR FLESH,
TEMPTED BY OUR "NEED"TO "FEED" ITS "GREED".
SILENCE BREAKING THE ABANDONING,
LIFELESS MIND WITH ABSOLUTE POWER,
OF NEVER SURRENDERING TO ITS HUMAN
BY HAVING THE COURAGE
AND THE FAITH
TO LIVE FOR TODAY WITH,
THE KNOWLEDGE THAT JESUS'S
HEALING AND FORGIVENESS
FOR OUR TRANSGRESSIONS
IS WITH ALL THE UNCONDITONAL LOVE
IN THIS LIFE OF MINE,
THE WIND BLOWS VOLENTLY.
THE TREES SWAYING BACK AND FORTH.
THE CHURNING OF THE DARK CLOUDS,
LOOMING ABOVE ME ALWAYS FOLLOWING.
MEETING NEW FRIENDS, GATHERING WITH FAMILY.
BUT AT LAST SITTING ALL ALONE IN THE DARKNESS,
WAITING FOR THE SUNLIGHT TO BREAK THRU
THE CYCLE OF DYSFUNCTION;
THAT HAS BEEN REGENERATING,
OVER THE CENTURIES.OVER THE CENTURIES.OVER THE CENTURIES.
THE CHILDREN I BEARED, NOW STARTING
THEIR OWN FAMILIES.
KNOWING THAT MY HEARTS DESIRE IS FOR
THEM TO REGAIN ,
CONTROL OVER THE DEMONS IN OUR LAND.
VICTORIOUSLY WINNING THE WAR, AND LIVING
FOREVER IN ETERNITY.
How to breathe...in the in between.
Is to see that which is unseen,
perfection, betrayed, through
This is me and how i fell to my
My cell is myself.
my key a broken portrait,
given unto immortality's last
i'am thankful for this day for it was a gift given to me
i hope to use it wisely and give a smile to all i meet.
i have seen trouble and went through trials galore,
but i keep my faith in jesus hes allways help me
befor .he has open doors i could not see, and bless
me with food to eat, he has cloth me from head to toe.
and gave me friends who understand and accept
me as i'am. i know it has not been easy to struggle
and strive each day but if i had not known jesus i know
i would have fell long ago. he knows just how to lift you
and handle you with care especially when it seems that no one
seems to care. he is a friend indeed you should try him
and see life can get no better then a friend like jesus
to walk with me
Oh this Sea from left to right,
How my mind gathers your visions to my sight.
You clouds stray from over here to over there,
And my lungs fill deep as they gather you into my air.
I am the neutral zone with all of my love that I share
The “Palms by the Sea” give my visions their true light!
In each I can see myself inside of a seemingly height.
The Palms by the Sea are my only solemn oath I fight!
Up inside of the tallest tree I shall surely come,
Your Earth, your Moon and your Sun I shall make them all come undone!
I am you as you breathe my life and it is your love that I shall proclaim in the moment I seize!
Up inside of you I am proclaiming my every single genuine need.
The “Palms by the Sea” guard the shores for my more, my all, or even none!
®Registered: Ann Rich 1997
Once there stood a tree so Grand
With yellow flowers and confidence,
She bent and swayed with each day
So eventually I came her way.
Her branches grew so very strong
Around the small and broken one
She guided me through those trees
Taking each step so wonderfully
The tree so strong stood watching me grow spiritually
Then somehow withered woefully
I did not notice her go away,
Unaware of her despair, I marched Onwards
Without warning,she became tangled with vines,
Now I see the tree you used to be
You were so strong and we did belong
But now you’re gone, oh! What went wrong?
That tree is my mother I followed so close
And God made her strong and we did belong
To someone so wonderful, but someone else could see
The happiness that came to me,
so he took her away from me!
Though one branch hangs uncomfortably
My tree tries to grow stubbly
While God lifts my head brisk fully
I know in my heart, me and my family
Will go on serving him faithfully
But deep in my heart I can’t help but see
The pain of loosing that one, once, Grand tree.
Eyes so bright with a light that shines,
You brought this to me.
Lost time the two that be!
Eyes of light with the look of love in sight!
Eyes that glare with a gleam that shows,
You revealed this to me.
Things to know the two that be!
Eyes that dream with the look of love or so it seemed,
Eyes with tears a promised pain,
You gave this to me.
A list that I retain the two that be!
You are the eyes that clear the look of loves hidden fears.
Eyes with mystery shine in you,
You lay this before me.
So much I do the two that be!
Eyes with dignity the look of love in all of its reality!
Eyes with deepness a reflection of you,
You presented this to me.
A lie in my truth the two that be!
Eyes with achievement the look of love in all of its completeness!
Eyes of you in a vision of me,
Forever you and me until I die the two that be,
For you’re the eyes that already knew the look of love with its promise renewed!
© COPYRIGHT: 1997 ANN RICH
Thank you for the gift of love, now you are sharing it up above.
You had many things to say, All in a caring way.
You always saw good in everyone, No matter what they have said or done.
You were always the one we could all lean on.
Even though it must have felt like a ton.
You were always the strength of the family, Now we must let you rest calmly.
As we say our goodbyes, As tears roll down our eyes.
I know your place in heaven has a good view, Because you are telling God....
I need to keep an eye on a few.
I know you will always be in our hearts and mind.
So Grandma, I must go, but we will never forget that you were one of a kind.
She could've been died
She could've been pearlized
She could've been torn in between the two
She didn't know what to do but,
I know one thing I will always love this person
This person is my mama
I'm glad god kept her on earth
To show me things that I never seen
God Thank You for letting my mama live to see each an everyday
I'm glad God kept my mama on earth to show me the steps an every each way
I love my mama with all my heart
Without her my life would be in the dark
She's not gone, I want no longer be alone
It was hard at first but,
I learned it was for better or worst
That's why she is a blessing to me and everyone
She's a living testimony
Without her my life is incomplete and lonely
I learn my Lesson
My Mom Is A Blessing
Odessa W. Connell
You never knew
But you were a source of strength
My admiration for you knew no depth
So hard working
Faithful to God
My mind wanders back to your rose garden
Beautiful beyond words
You stood tall and proud
Divorcing, with six offspring needing you
At the time
Almost unheard of
Just over a year now
Since our heavenly father called you home
Granny, I loved you
Now and then
May your sweet soul rest in peace
There I sit so quietly limp and still
Till someone’s body does lie in me and fill
My arms are now a faded blue
And patchy at best
Peeking through are my wore nimble armrests
My recliner action is since been broken
But yet this chair is a favorite house token
So she moved me into a different space
Covered the spots gave me a new face
Now my family fights to sit in me
And just think they’ve been contemplating discarding this old flea
They have made some visits to the furniture store
But every chair they try has them looking at me more
Perhaps they should just hold on to this old gem
And periodically give me new fabric with a hem
Funny thing are these household comforts they keep
They have become so cozy
And in my arms they forget my misgivings and fall asleep
My heart is beating yet
my lung yet breathing
my eyes yet facing the queen
of myself thy love
— (Thou thank your creator . . . )
But, obviously in degrees
in other side
your wearing breasts in a practical nude
your truly wearing encounter-leg
by 75% nude
sneak of a stylish whole
Over a break surround the hole.
Over reacting is you practically
in imitation, from my death
by had said
it without a giving of indication
of snaking-back in your mind
you had ever caressed me
In ignore tab imagination.
Where am I, so dark, cold, and damp with eerie sound?
I had a place so warm and cozy with others so bright.
All I remember now is the turning, rolling, around.
Wait there is a mirror, I can see with morning light.
Battered and worn my shoulders, what a crime.
Split is the center of my chest area I can see, no way.
I know this place though different at this time.
The basement that I sit right before Christmas day,
Just before I saw my proud owner as she wept.
We were always so close, cleaning me each week.
I felt her touch and feel my arms before she slept.
Covered in a blanket we were so warm and weak.
I can remember the laughter from comedies we saw.
I can remember the tears as we viewed heartache.
I felt both while a romantic comedy had its fall
I do recall the language, after they dropped a shake.
The lavish washing and drying that followed too.
Many a number of lazy days in comfort and bliss,
Now what is my destiny, what will my owners do.
All at once, I was lifted, and then taken; I know I will miss.
I was cared about for quite a spell, what is next.
Now flowing in the wind, upon four-wheel drive,
Suddenly stopping, new eyes to see, I am perplexed.
Picked up high, placed in a new room; I will still survive.
Many children in this place to keep me company here.
My new owners look like they will keep me in cheer.
Hope is a wide-eyed toddler
happily drooling in anticipation
of once again taking tentative steps,
swaying sideways, staggering,
down on bruised
only to be back and up again
on fumbling tiny feet,
Oh, morning rose,
So full of prose;
Greet the early sun with your pinkish cheeks;
As I see you glisten thru the day,
Happy and proud I am;
And, when times come for you to write
Your own cause, remember me,
Your oldie prose, always, I’ll be.
She is the one ,
I want to live with forever,
and be with all the time.
With no one to be around.
But ourselves for the eternity.