There she stands
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender
Precariously she balances.
I reach out for her
Draw her to me
My hand skims her body
Slowly reaching her skirt.
Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.
Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.
Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.
Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.
Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.
Not many see,
What it is to be free.
What it is to amount,
To make every day count.
Everything has a story,
Though the place your at you say is boring.
There's more behind this rundown town.
From the highest mountian,
To the streets unfound.
Where children once played,
And by their side their parents stayed.
Where the sky may not shine as bright,
But to every darkness there's light.
Where the creature's of the world find home,
While your complaining that the air's too cold.
When you're strong, it shows,
Planing each day as it goes.
Smiling and helping whoever you can,
Instead of moping about how much you hate this land.
You can't change the way the trees sway,
You can't change what's already gone away.
But the beauty of the world can take you in,
Make you see beauty like you should have when your life began.
When you start to appreciate the little things,
Like the crickets chirping,
And the songs birds sing.
You'll find all you needed has been there all along,
Only then you'll see where happiness comes from.
If to see is to believe,
Then there's belief all around.
From the starry night sky,
To the flowers on the ground.
So many find pleasure in all the wrong things,
Humanity has overcome,
Yet still falls apart at the seams.
We're so focused in on money and gold,
Before we know it our life has no meaning,
Our skin becomes cold.
It's never too late,
And you're never too near or far.
To make the best of things,
And be happy where you are.
I am the spirit of satin stardust
and the antiquities of golden memories alive
I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun
and greet you in the misty morning light
I am the steady and rolling drum beat
echoing from the jagged heights above
I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters'
and the freedom birds of love
I rise above the white summer clouds
in lilting songs of grace
and roam with the western tail-winds
to take you home again
I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty
of love hope and faith
I have come to tell
Dedicated To P.D.
John Weaver 2000 (Emily has cerebral palsy)
Her room is not the sort of room you’d quite expect to find
For a little girl whose love of life is clear
No toys or games or bats or balls, or fun things of that kind
No bicycle or skateboard will appear
But the little piece of crumpled silver paper
It's very cheerful and bright with pictures everywhere
A pump to feed her through the night and a big adapted chair
Though pretty dolls sit on the shelf and teddies on her bed
She cannot play with them herself so she holds them tight instead
And the little piece of crumpled silver paper
It was Christmas day some years ago with excitement in the air
When we opened her presents and then found
That she couldn’t play with them and it didn’t seem quite fair
That she would always be so cruelly bound
To a life without the toys that all children adore
And then we heard a new sound that meant so much more
A crackle from the little piece of crumpled silver paper
The expensive gifts didn’t matter to this special little girl
Her joy came from quite another caper
As the parcels and the packaging slowly started to unfurl
All she wanted was the silver wrapping paper
You see, she could grasp it tight to make a funny noise instead
And so it fast became a dear friend
And she holds it close beside her even when she goes to bed
And the lesson to be learned is, in the end…
Happiness is not always found in gifts so big and costly
And often simple things can bring the joy you need
Contentment is a state of mind and the choice is yours mostly
To be content with what you’ve got and with every little deed
Or, to always be in want and never satisfied
And so for me the real belief will never taper
That the truth of life is clear and very closely tied
To the little piece of crumpled silver paper.
Lately I've been thinking of the past I don't know why.
Past memories only make me cry.
Sometimes I hold so much inside.
Carefully in my heart they will be forgotten and a place to hide.
So many wounds and unhealed scars.
Damaged and wrecked like a compact car.
I read the bible as a escape from my nightmares.
In my sleep I grit my teeth and pull my hair.
Sometimes I wish these memories would go away.
To the Lord Jesus I pray that they will disappear.
It's been four years of not living in fear.
Sometimes we have to let go the past to move forward.
That's not being weak or a coward.
That is life we either keep living or give up.
So keep your head up.
By John Weaver
Whenever I dream of my little girl she runs and shouts and plays
Like all the other children in all their boisterous ways
I see her skip, I see her trip; I hear her laugh and cry
Then when she’s had her fun, home she’ll run and into my arms she’ll fly
With a great big hug and a teasing tug, she’ll cuddle me close and say
‘Daddy I love you heaps and heaps’ in her cheeky little way.
Whenever I dream of my little girl, she’s healthy, fit and well
With eyes alight and a smile so bright it’s really hard to tell
That my dream is a wish and a longing, a hope for something new
For her life to be one that is normal and able-bodied too.
But then I awake and I have to forsake my dream for what is true
That she cannot walk and she cannot talk like the other children do
That she cannot shout and skip about and cuddle me close and say
The things she desperately wants to, yet in her own special way…
Instead she talks to me with her eyes and reassures me with her smile
That all is well and I can tell that she’s happy all the while
Knowing that one day in some magical way, we’ll play together and scheme
And sing and shout and skip about…in an everlasting dream.
Beautiful ones are dying/
Directors on silent the film is sponsored by reality/
Voiceovers turn into scandals not propensity /
Actors with no clue they get glued in life's show their future is screwed/
Born raged their actions are so real/
Kill or be killed quest between scenes/
Poverty is more than the defining moment screams/
Hunger bleeding dreams with no makeup pencils/
A wakeup call before the final cut/
A turning point of a lifetime plot/
It’s a warm-up elevating hopes before credits/
Death too expensive/
No rehearsals nor sequels/
Dark clouded cameras carry life insurances/
Raining scenes on corruption’s free way and streets/
The cancer eating stunning extras/
Avalon cemetery the only Stadium Lavatory flushing off written off characters/
Beautiful ones are dying/
Sweet silence of a Sunday morn,
The world of weekday chaos shorn,
Not even the honking of a horn
As traffic idled,
Held back by the arms of the Law,
Impelled to wait, with tempers raw,
Stewing in the sun's hot maw,
And as I stood outside a shop,
Wondering why the world had stopped,
Out of the stillness came a "flop",
A sound so faint.
Repeated with a steady beat,
Approaching from the small side street,
Till into view, with flapping feet -
A sight so quaint -
Emerged a plodding mother duck,
Welded to her scrambling pack,
Never once e'en glancing back
To take a tally!
(Which baby duck would ever fail
To follow close on mother's tail
When upon the pilgrim trail,
Or dare to dally?)
A Moses on full purpose bent,
No glance to right or left she lent
As straight across the road she went,
To lead her brood
Down into the flowing stream,
Where ducks may swim and ducks may dream,
Safe from the ire and hissing steam
Of traffic queued.
And did she realize her luck
On reaching the promised land, Ma Duck?
That out of danger she'd been plucked,
By humans saved?
For some observant soul in sight
Had soon foreseen approaching plight
And brought the police upon the site
To part the waves!
UNDER THIS RED UMBRELLA
The rain did not stop us romantically.
Our love was to be enjoyed.
Life span was our imagery.
We are young adults in love.
We walked in an embrace.
We talked about family and friends.
We were unity of togetherness in this scene.
I looked away shortly and saw others doing the same.
That momentary endeavor drew his attention as well.
He leaned forward with protection so that I would not get wet.
This red umbrella glisten from the night lights as we stroll through the park.
The tree leaves were wet; this was autumn.
Good spirits were in optimistic to longevity.
The red umbrella reflects the leaves of the trees as it does my man’s adoration of me.
Under this red umbrella are images of love!
User Name: Verlena S. Walker –
Nom De Plume: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Personification of Lovers done for Poem with a theme of "Umbrella" Free Poetry Contest
Entry Date: March 22, 2014
Her voice reminds me of laughter barely suppressed
An energetic spirit tugging constantly at the rope
A caterpillar turning to butterfly at any moment
Her voice sounds like lifegiving fruit
Not serious, self-important fruit like geometrically precise pineapples
Or pompous, overfed watermelons
Too heavy to lift
Not business fruit like apples, on duty keeping doctors away
Or bananas waiting to do their slippery work under feet
Or blackberries, whose careers lie in jam
But mischievous fruit like grapes or cherries
Which roll away like playful children when you’re not looking
Or fallen raisins on the carpet pretending to be part of the pattern
Fun-loving fruit like mandarin oranges around the Christmas tree
Basking under the Christmas lights, enjoying the glitter
Of tinsel and the smell of pine needles
Small fruits which enjoy life,
Laughing as they jostle each other in their bag,
And which could easily become bubbly wine if tempted.
Her ripened voice -
The spontaneous fruit of a lifetime
Of growth and maturing, and regeneration :
Aliment for my soul’s ailment.
If you should ever see me cry, it is not because I am
Weak...it is because my eyelids are heavy from holding in all
The pain in me...I have eyes to see the things I am supposed to
see...Jesus died on a cross...the tears he weep was for
me...I have the strength of all the king men!...and that
alone makes me a STRONG WOMAN! I have a gift that was given to me, and that is my passion for writing. My inspiration that burns inside of me...I write from my heart and from the things I have seen, therefore my wisdom made me the woman I am now, and many before me...my life path has been written out for me...and that's my motivation that guides me.
I am going on a trip because I need to spend a week away from these aspects.
Don’t burn that money.
Don’t waste it either.
I’ll spend it on something that I dislike.
It may be a venture but since I have spent my money, I can get high.
Clip art are my drawings and they are of beautiful megabits.
I think I am superfly so I play Rock & Roll all night.
Escape to the highest heights of my imagination is when I know who I am and where I have been
Little am I and my jeans are tight.
With my big tits, I walk as if I am filled with sexual desire.
I see myself and smile.
I’m feeling something that is so real.
I knew, if I lost focus, I lose my inner being.
So I give self a darn bulge, know that this is my world; therefore, I don’t lose the sensation.
The impression I give is that of confidence.
Self-asserted and assured, I moving up to finer things.
Handsome is the day and the night falls so lovely.
But I need to see what’s mine.
I need to see what belongs to me.
Strikingly, I find that I own so many priceless images.
A landscape I may pick to be serenity.
Or, a portrait is nice for the stillness.
I’ll plant a flower field to enjoy the contentment.
Equanimity is a silent panic.
I am just a being of the higher intelligence.
The noise is a clamor that does not last.
I will be the uproar of happiness.
Such a pleasure to have told you this.
If you want a replica, you may do the same.
That is joy in a virtual domain.
No more is the chance than any other government.
I have ruled this empire as long as I can remember.
Directions are easily to follow.
If you fail, I will not fail mines because all are downloadable.
I do not share my empirical secrets.
I am a régime of systems.
Simulated by thoughts that is pure.
Only I can be the downloader.
white on blue
tears wave to
pain on cue"
~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
Terry keep it real, while meditating tonight,
I was wondering,
If the night steals my soul, What will I do?
Will I regroup and feel more alive, to embrace
that nothingness with a smile, in a gracious style?
Terry is thinking, what if the night steals my soul?
Will I pull my life together,
learn to cope, dissolve my fears and not
feel the need to look at my scars?
Will I bury who gave me those bruises,
the rape during a war, abusive husband for years,
can I end my pain, by destroying my abusers?
Terry is questioning, if the night steals my soul?
will I allow my faith in,
when thoughts of uncertainties start bleeding?
Will I give birth to words to identify those daring
challenges? Will I leave room to ignore the beating
of my heart?
Terry is afraid, what if the night steals my soul?
Will I forget, when my feelings will overflow,
and the darkness is complete, make sure my
sorrows should fade away,
being the cause of my going astray?
Terry is imagining, if the night renders my soul voluntarily,
will I reveal my true emotions, awake in ecstasy,
to end that broken smile, while driving
through the tunnel of light?
Will I wrap my journey, fighting any injustice
done against me?
Terry is happy, yes, during that night,
I will find my soul, embrace,
while drifting with the shadows of silhouettes,
dancing to the musical notes of my heart beat.
I will end my journey, burying my saddening emotions,
on this very same night, my life will feel real.
7 September 2014 Contest of Skat A.
Songs and dances of June
roses, pink and heavenly yellow
sun splashed water, floating cloud boats
that drift through summer skies, blown
by jasmine breezes...
fields of waving grasses, and scented sage
evening orchid sunsets, that lie their heads
down on pillows of billowed white
and bid adieu to passing day...
oh, mr. sunshine, how you do glow
on sunny days which your rays do sew
and oh, mr. sunshine, how i miss you so
on those gloomy days when you decide to go.
oh, mr. cloud, how you do impede
that mr. sunshine who is kind indeed
and block those shining rays we all need,
big, wet teardrops fall from your own guilty greed.
so cry, mr. cloud, cry your eyes out
cry me a river and wipe out this drought
for once you are done with this maddened bout
mr. sunshine, with golden rays, can again walk about.
oh, mr. sunshine, keep your head high
happiness is abundant when you are nigh
for even mr. cloud, who heaves a sorrow sigh
warms his fluffed limbs in your blue-crystalline sky.
Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!
What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!
®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
In this life You have choices
Some good and some bad
but the game isn't over just
becuase of the bad choices you made
You can stand up and raise above
the demons that are holding you down.
showing everyone you have the power to
face whatever the world tries to throw at you
Laughing at the world when all they have is
the past to throw at you
Knowing your stronger and can stand on your own
It's time to let all the skeletons out of your closet
Showing everyone your not affraid of the past mistakes
and you have nothing left to hide and you were down but
never out of the game .
Giant Mesa’s have gray,
Elephant- footed talus slopes.
That seem to be padding toward
Tumbleweeds play along their toes
And one, bullied by the wind,
Flies like a hawk to land
Where tumbleweeds never see!
This one lands akimbo on the
Never-ending electrical wires,
It’s belly blazing in the sun
Noticing a view from above
Seeing anew the world that it loves!
This tumbleweed waits in wonder
For another blast to set it free
All the while, the others
are keeping watch beneath.
The winds of change blow
and the tumbleweed
risks the jump, files through the air
and lands with a skip and a bump.
Her fellow plantlets give her a wild name
Happily she rolls along showing them a game.
New paths, seen from above
New paths to new places
New paths for races
The game of life goes on
By Lydia Grace Brescia March 29, 2011
I am way up,
I am way down,
I am all of the way around.
I am your Lady Luck!
I am right here,
I am right there,
I completely care,
I hold zero fear.
I am always in,
I am always out,
I am here again,
I am Heaven’s great big shout.
I am mother struck,
With Lady Luck!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
THE SUN IS SHINING IN MY HORIZON AND MY HEART IS GLOWING.
THE LOVE FROM GOD ALMIGHTY IS OVERFLOWING.
FOR HE HAS BEEN HERE SINCE THE BEGINNING HIS LIGHT SHINES ON ME.
WHEN I WAS IMPRISONED BY SIN HE SET ME FREE.
I AM ON A CLOUD TO SALVATION AND GROWING IN PROSPERITY.
MY HARVEST IS GROWING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.
I AM SITTING IN HEAVEN'S REFLECTION HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS TO ME SO PEACEFUL.
A DELIGHT TO MY EYES SO FULL OF BEAUTY AND SUPRISE.
THE ANGELS ARE LIFTING UP TO THE MASTER FEET.
WHERE JOY AND LOVE DO MEET.
THERE ARE SINGING A MELODY THAT IS SO SWEET AND COMFORTING TO THE SOUL.
NO ONE CAN MATCH WHAT THEY DO.
FOR I KNOW THAT I AM A CHILD OF GOD AND HE IS MY FATHER.
FOR HE IS LIKE NO OTHER HE IS ONE OF A KIND.
FOR I AM HIS AND HE IS MINE.
HE IS THE GLUE THAT KEEPS ME TOGETHER HE IS THE ROCK THE MAKES ME STRONG.
HIS AROMA IS SWEET TO MY NOSE HIS PRESENCE IS KNOWN TO ME.
FOR HE IS MY ALL IN ALL HE IS THE ONE WHO MAKES ME WHOLE.
HE IS THE ONE WHO COMFORTS MY SOUL
HE LOVES ME AND I LOVE HIM FOR THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE.
I have chose, to pick up my
and the particles which trooped off from my brain while sleeping,
and stand by my inspiration
For I have sheepishly
and crawled enough
The days of my sleep,
has come to ‘Rest in Pieces’
I shall never lay still,
for I have found the missing effervescent tools.
which I have been searching for in my long-term, day and ray dreams
Yiddy awdy those ticks are here to stay.
Here and there but everywhere astray.
Tick tack I am going to laugh at that.
On the Moon or on the Sun I have sat.
Jump started or kick started my day has begun.
I’m holding a life of lifetimes on the go or run.
Yicky yacky just what is it that I am to do?
Run all over the galaxies in search of you?
Shucks you mucks, I’d do it all over again.
But from time to time you stop when I begin.
It’s a life of life’s bundling into one row.
Yet it is step by step in which it can grow.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
It’s a great day,
When I can say,
I am the best me,
And you will see.
I will come to you in a dream,
I will be a shout with a scream.
I will be an unmistaken seed.
Balancing every want or need!
I am on a mission you see,
To be the very best of me,
There will be nothing to say.
The Moon will set my day.
I am the need,
The deep seed,
You will hear my scream,
Planting myself in a dream!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
I have been to many, yours and mine!
So much seen with these eyes!
I’ve walked the lonely highways night and day,
Powered with great energy to just run away,
I have crawled so deep within myself just to find you.
Running with a bleeding mind with so many views!
I have a special place that I come to.
It‘s extra silent!
My time to be quite!
It’s completely in sync!
My time to think!
It’s so beautiful!
My time to feel wonderful!
It’s a special place that I find plentiful!
So many I’ve already been!
But many I have still never seen!
I have thought many times of my broken dreams, time and time again,
Powered with great energy to just run free with the wind,
Sunsets and sunrises capturing my view,
So many to come with a gleam that shines through you!
I have a special place that I come to.
I have many visions that I see.
A world untouched and unscathed by its common ground,
Touching a very special place inside of me!
Such a blessing I have found.
It’s extra special!
My only pedestal!
It‘s without pain!
My only gain!
It‘s so exceptional!
My only interval,
And it’s completely unconditional!
I WOKE TO A BEAUTIFUL SUNRISE THAT KISSED MY SOUL.
WITH A MORNING DEW THAT REFRESHED MY LUNGS WITH ALL THAT THE CREATOR OFER.
I GO OUT AND SMELL THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS EMBRACING THEIR BEAUTY.
THE SKY IS CLEAR AND PEACEFUL TO MY EYES AS I AM JUST GAZING AT IT THANKING GOD FOR THIS DAY AND FOR ALLOWING ME TO SEE IT.
THE GRASS IS FLOWING WITH THE COOL WIND WHILE IT SHIVERS MY FLESH.
PRECIOUS AND SACRED ARE YOU MOTHER EARTH BUT THERE ARE SOME WHO TAKE YOU FOR GRANTED.
THEY TREAT YOU AS IF YOU ARE NOT IMPORTANT HOW CAN THEY DO THIS.
PRECIOUS AND SACRED IS THE EARTH AND HER BEAUTY SHE SHARES WITH US.
THE RIVERS QUIETLY WHISPERS TO THE SUN AS THEY FLOW ON WITH WIND.
OH HOW THE CREATOR LOVED US ENOUGH TO MAKE THE EARTH SO BEAUTIFUL FOR US TO ENJOY .
FOR US TO LIVE ON HOW DARE WE TAKE IT FOR GRANTED HOW DARE WE MISUSED THE THINGS HE GAVE US THINK ABOUT IT.
THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I BELIEVED IN YOU THE DREAMS YOU HAD AND THE AMBITION YOU HAD SHOWN TO ME.
NOW ALL I SEE IS SOMETHING THAT IS UNREAL SOMETHING THAT IS TRIFILING.
ONLY TIME WHEN YOU WANT TO COME AROUND IS WHEN YOU WANT SOMETHING.
NOT TO SEE HOW I AM DOING OR HOW I AM HOLDING UP NOT EVEN A CONVERSATION IS IN YOUR BOOK.
ALL YOU EVER WANT TO DO IS USE ME AND TREAT ME LIKE A TOY PLAY WITH ME WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE IT AND THROW ME AWAY WHEN YOU ARE DONE.
I AM NOT YOUR TOY NOR AM I YOUR FIDDLE KEEP ON WALKING BECAUSE EVERYTHING THAT YOU ARE TELLING ME IS GARBAGE.
YOU KEEP TRYING TO WHEEL ME IN ALL OVER AGAIN WITH THE SAME OLD SAME OLD WELL IT IS NOT GOING TO WORK THIS TIME.
I DON'T NEED YOU IN MY LIFE I CAN MAKE IT WITHOUT YOU HOW COULD I BE SUCH A FOOL FALLING FOR THE SAME OKEY-DOKE!
IN YOUR EYES I WAS NOTHING BUT A JOKE.
SO I AM TELLING YOU THAT THE FEELING THAT I HAD FOR YOU ARE DISSOLVED NO MORE IT IS GONE.
I FOUND SOMEONE SPECIAL THAT GIVES ME THE LOVE THAT I DESERVE.
I KEPT TRYING TO BE WITH YOU BUT YOU KEPT ON PUSHING ME AWAY SO NOW I AM PUSHED AWAY INTO SOMEONE'S ARMS NOW YOU WANT ME BACK.
WELL IT IS TOO LATE FOR THAT NOW YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE GO TELL THAT HOGWASH TO SOME OTHER FOOL.
BECAUSE I AM NOT BUYING IT!
A GREAT THING GIVEN FROM OUR FATHER WAS,
A WORLD WITH BLUE SKYIES,BLUE OCEANS, ANIMALS, TREES, SUNLIGHT, FOOD, PEACE,
HARMONIOUSLY LIVING TOGETHER ; IN PERFECT COMPANIONSHIP.
GOD THE FATHER DIDN'T STOP THERE, HE GAVE US
THE ULTIMATE GREATEST GIFT ANYONE
COULD EVER GIVE; WHEN HE ; BLEW THE BREATHE OF LIFE INTO ADAM'S NOSTRILS.
GOD DIDN'T STOP THERE THOUGH, HE PROVIDED ADAM WITH A GARDEN OF GLORIOUS
BEAUTY AND PERFECTION.
SHORTLY AFTER THE LORD GOD ASK ADAM "WHAT IS WRONG ADAM"? ADAM REPLIED I
FEEL LONELY, I WISH I HAD A COMPANION".
QUIETLY GOD THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT ADAM
HAD SAID; AND PUSHING HIS FEELINGS ASIDE,
HE PUT ADAM INTO A DEEP SLEEP
AND MADE A COMPANION FOR HIM.
FLESH OF MY FLESH, BONE OF MY BONE,
AND THEN GOD TOOK A RIB FROM ADAM AND GAVE IT TO EVE.
AFTERWARDS GOD SAT ADAM AND EVE DOWN AND EXPLAINED
TO THEM THAT ONLY ONE THING
THEY WERE FORBIDDIN TO DO AND THAT WAS TO EAT FRUIT
FROM THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE OF GOOD AND EVIL;
FOR THEY WOULD SURLY DIE.
The roses lie upon the ground
Their petals shriveled and dead
Where once they bloomed so tall and proud
They’re now decayed instead
Once they gave such pleasure
Their scent wafting in the air
Unparalleled they stood
In beauty beyond compare
Their haunting scent is gone now
The petals have faded away
Dropping softly to the ground
Unnoticed at the end of day
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And that is really true
But too often the eye is unseeing
And vanity clouds our view
The flower that gave such beauty
That we loved to gaze upon
Is still to be revered
Although now faded and gone
Just as the face of a beautiful woman
Who’s weathered the ravages of time
Is remembered still for the pleasure she gave
When she was in her prime.
Copyright©2007 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reseerved)
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.
I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
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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.
The midnight magic sprinkles in the air.
I can hear the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost to any existence.
This moment is mine that I create.
So very, very much I am content!
My soul is engaged with such a paradise.
I am aimlessly there.
Ah yes! Yes indeed,
You are my grass in the desert and I am so very, very near.
The glitter is everywhere,
I can breathe the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost for time.
This moment is mine that I make.
So very, very much I am entwined.
My soul is entangled with magic so sublime,
I am without a single care.
Yes, yes, yes!
You are my grass in the desert and I do often come there.
The radiance I stand and bear.
I can touch the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost without a cause.
This moment is mine that I partake.
So very, very much I am lost.
My soul is entangled in this web of mine,
I am so very, very much there.
I am lost in time.
Ah yes, yes, yes indeed!
You are my grass in the desert and I am here to share.
Blossoms are blooming everywhere planting the harvested seeds.
My grass in the desert is all that I will ever need, even when so desolately bare!
Regimented in rows
Shoulder to shoulder
Front to back
Ready to explode
At a moments notice
In the ranks
With slender neck
Stylish and sophisticated
She stands sparkling
Womanly wide hips
Sexily swarve and supreme
Her bubbly presence
Stands out in a crowd
The perfect partner
Together folk clink
As flutes play tribute
Celebrating special occasion
From city to city I can see the lights!
From time to time they are incredibly bright.
I’m on a highway-run to my destiny!
From city to city I can see new things!
From time to time instant excitement it brings.
I’m on a highway-run to my identity!
From city to city I can see all there is to be!
From time to time I am beyond my own capacity.
I’m on a highway-run to my reality!
From city to city I can see so much!
From time to time I am more than enough.
I’m on a highway-run to my eternity!
From time to time and from city to city,
A highway run for me is more than enough for my plenty!
I am forgiveness.
Bring to me your burdens,
And I will render them weightless on my shoulders.
Tell me of your troubles.
Of your lies...of your envy,
And I will walk you to the truth evermore.
Listen while I talk.
As I will hear your tales of hate,
And take that hate from you, embracing you in love.
See as I do.
Not through the shattered window of you past.
For I, am forgiveness.
And you have found me at last.
AFTER LIFE: (HOPE COMES)
AFTER ALL OF YOUR RECKLESS LIFE CHOICES,
THE ONLY TRUE ARCHILLES HEAL IS ONESELF.
REGRET NOT YOUR PATH IN LIFE,
BUT ONLY THE IGNORANT REACTIONS.
AFTER OVER COMING QUITE HARSH CONDITIONS
OF YOUR EARTHS ELEMENTS
THE ONLY THING YOU SHOULD PONDER IS THE TOTAL
IGNORANCE OF YOUR DEAF EARS KEEPING
YOU FROM SEEING THE WHOLE PICTURE.
BLINDING YOU FROM ALL
THE UNSPOKEN WORDS OF YOUR LIFE,
RELATIONSHIPS THAT SUFFERED,
YOUR BROKEN HEARTS EMOTIONS RUNNING WILDLY.
OUR BATTLE STRICKENED WOUNDS TRYING TO HEAL;
NEEDING OUR BANKRUPED SOULS SAVED
FROM ALL THE CHAOTIC SORROWS SUFFOCATING US DAILY.
OUR OUR HOMELANDS
FEARS ESCAPING HOLD OF US
MOMENTS IN TIME LOST TRAGICLY.
BE ALL THAT YOU ARE FROM WITHIN,
SIMLIFY EVERYTHING. BEING HONEST WITH YOURSELF,
ABOUT THE TRUTH OF YOUR LIFE.
IT IS EXTREMELY HARSH, AND HARD PAINFUL WORK,
BUT AT LEAST YOU'LL HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE OF
KNOWING THAT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. Y
YOU'LL UNLOCK THE POWER FROM WITHIN
YOU'LL GROW IN STRENGTH, CONFIDENCE.
YOU'LL SET YOURSELF FREE AND APART OF THIS WORLD
AND THE HUMAN CONDITION.
YOU'LL GROW AND OPEN YOUR MIND TO BEING KINDER,
TO OTHERS, GOING THE EXTRA MILE.
BELIEVE IN THE TRUTH AND STOP
ALLOWING THE LIES FROM OUR MEDIA AND GOVERNMENT
WITH THEIR ILLUSIONS OF WHAT OUR REALITY TRULY IS.
HOW CAN ONE CHOOSE THIS YOU ASK? ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ACCEPT JESUS INTO YOUR HEART AND KNOW THAT HE DIED FOR YOUR SINS.
TODAY I STAND NO LONGER CONSIDERED A PUPPET OR A TOOL.
TODAY I STAND ON THE FOUNDATION OF JESUS CHRIST.
I STAND FOR PEACE, LOVE AND JOY I MAY HAVE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS.
BUT I KNOW THAT GOD IS THERE TO HELP ME THROUGH IT HE SEES MY HEARTACHE AND MY PAIN.
HE BROUGHT ME OUT OF MY STORMS AND THE POURING RAIN.
HE CLEANSED ME AND MADE ME WHOLE.
I WILL NO LONGER ALLOW THE ENEMY TO DEFINE ME TO SAY WHO I AM TO PUT ME DOWN.
HE TRIED TO TAKE ME OUT SO MANY HE HAD ME IN BONDAGE BUT NOW I AM SET FREE.
I KNOW THAT I AM NOT PERFECT BUT I KNOW THAT I MUST RISE UP AND TRY AGAIN.
SERVING HIM IS THE SWEETEST REWARD I KNOW THAT IT COMES WITH MANY OBSTACLES.
BUT IT IS WELL WORTH IT I AM A CHILD OF GOD SO IF YOU KNOW BY EXPERIENCE YOU NEVER MESS WITH A CHILD OF GOD.
When it rains, it shines in these radiant beaming eyes of mine.
When it's cold, it's warm in these promised lands I've come afar to farm.
When you're there, I'm right here and there's nothing for us to fear.
Nights become darker and day’s grow lighter, each becomes more vividly bright.
I love, I hate, but my life has brought us yesterday, today and once again tomorrow.
My world is huge, and so are you perfectly attuned standing straight in front of the line.
I loved you, I hated you and still I brought you neither malice nor any bodily harm.
It is the echoes of uncelebrated storms in your heart I can soundly hear.
Over here and even over there! I‘m still mistaken by shined or shaded Earthly lights!
It is your love for your life of just being that I've tempered and borrowed.
Wallah! It's "A Poet's Day" and you shall be my insatiable ennobled prey.
I am always right by your side to accommodate your pleasurable stay.
Forbidden and pardoned from up above, goodness planted my glory on Saint's Day".
Wallah! "A Poet's Day" and She comes with rain or He comes with shine.
Promised from up above, you are with me from all formations of time!
I roll and I sway reckoning these implanted seeds are here for a very long stay.
I loved you and I hated you, but I'm here by very afar and by many of few.
Wallah! "A Poet's Day" cultivates golden glaring growing seeds of light to sow.
You shall know me and we shall produce a world none can ever show.
I'm yours and you're mine, yesterday, today, and then tomorrow we will shine as two.
TA DA! Your beloved reigns above all your painful empty sorrows buried alive inside of you!
Traveling through the galaxies of many and more,
I come up under a Star I have never seen before.
It had light brighter than anything I’ve ever seen.
It was intelligent and wise and incredibly keen.
It could talk it could dance and it could even sing.
It had made all of the worlds and gave them a king.
It had made the Sun and the Moon just for me.
It made me the link for the whole world to see.
I was to link each kingdom according to orders.
Each one had four corners and then four borders.
So I went around the galaxies linking what I could.
Many had burned out Stars that just never would.
I saw where there were no towns or cities at all.
I seen all of the planets made great and small.
There was a missing link to the universe I saw.
I found myself linking it all up standing in awe.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
YESTERDAY IS GONE AND TOMORROW IS THE STRAIGHT AHEAD BUT I AM SCARED.
AFRAID THAT I MIGHT COME UP AGAINST SOMETHING THAT I CANNOT BEAR SOMETHING THAT I CANNOT OVERCOME.
BUT I LOOK UP TO THE SKY AND I REMEMBER WHO BROUGHT ME OUT OF SO MANY STORMS.
WHO HELPED ME WHEN THE RAIN DIDN'T STOP FALLING WHEN THE ROAD GOT ROCKY WHEN THE DEVIL TRIED TO KEEP ME DOWN.
WHEN HE THOUGHT HE HAD THE VICTORY WHEN HE THOUGHT HE HAD ME AROUND HIS FINGER.
BUT THE HOLY GHOST SPOKE FROM HEAVEN AND SAID THAT IT'S NOT OVER YET.
I HAVE THE LAST SAY OVER ALL THIS I FELT THAT I COULDN'T GO ON.
I FELT THAT I WASN'T WORTHY ENOUGH I FELT THAT I HAD DONE TOO MUCH.
THAT I HAD BEEN MORE OF A HELL RAISER ANGRY AT THE WORLD ANGRY AT MYSELF.
LOOKING INTO THE MIRROR SEEING A WOMAN THAT I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE A PERSON WHO WAS MEAN AND HATEFUL.
WANTING REVENGE ON THOSE WHO HURT HER STRUGGLING WITH FORGIVENESSS AND LOVING AT THE SAME TIME.
SHE WAS HURT AND CONFUSED SHE FORGOT HOW TO LOVE, HOW TO BE A PERSON OF MORALS BUT SHE KNEW SHE HAD TO PROVE HERSELF ALL OVER AGAIN.
BUT WITH JESUS AT HER SIDE SHE KNEW SHE COULD DO ANYTHING.
Felt as if I were a stranger amongst family.
A mere shadow puppet on the wall.
The whispers that enraged me deeply.
From all the distasteful, shameful,
ungrateful words that had been spoken.
Utter silence drifting away,
the darkness starts to reign.
Sincerity's all so superficial beauty shines brightly,
blinding us from the true light burning within.
Rebelliously our selfish motives,
and lustful attitudes,
ruthlessly are felt thru out the land.
Emotionless thoughts,a lack of wisdom,
Aimlessly wandering about,
consuming everything in it's path.
Leaving "heart aches" as distraactions,
felt dining the war within the chains of bondage.
Keeping us slaves of death.
Our "seeds of faith" never failing,
surrendering to our human nature.
Repenting with our bankrupted souls.
His grace,given with forgiveness
A dainty Dandelion Puff
was waltzing with the Wind,
donning white feather headdress
and black suede mary janes.
She graced each twirl with poise,
emoting sweetly to Heaven's voice.
Like a starlight in the morning,
she strucked Daisy with awe;
like a pixie in the meadow
she dropped Butterfly's jaws.
Alas, her dance was thwarted to a halt
by two clasping Hands that hitted her like a jolt.
It was then followed
by a Breath so warm
He just wanted to wish,
He meant no harm.
Seconds after, She was blown in the air,
still a bit dizzy, she danced with flair.
Once again, she danced and waltzed
'til another pair of hands clasps her to a halt.
In a dream I saw a lady,a precious little rose
with soft blue eyes that sparkled and a smile so warm it glows
In her I found the universe,complete with moon and stars
and all the rest of heaven,beyond the planet Mars
Where I tasted pure sunlight,saw sounds I never heard
as I held onto a moonbeam,felt the meaning of a word
I had a rainbow wrap around me as I held this tender rose
inside a starlight's twinkle,where love forever grows
Then I knew my prayers were answered,when I saw you in the light
all I had ever dreamed about,stood there in flowing white
As we soared across the universe,you sat my soul aflame
and from now until forever,I will never be the same
I have never held such tenderness,felt a heart so warm and kind
the seed you planted in my soul,now blossoms in my mind!
I crept through the night just like a creepy crawler.
The smell of dust mixed in the reek of wine.
Lo and behold there was a crack in a mighty fine line.
Dripping and drooling with many more pleasures to be,
The darn rats were the nastiest gnawers.
Dark and dinghy I continued to look and see,
The Private Cellar locked with no key.
Back and forth my knees break and bend,
Leaning back reaching across the floor I’m at my end.
Walls and tunnels with no light in sight,
Lo and behold I’m a match to light in flight.
Panting and hissing with many more needs to please,
The darn bats were the trickiest thieves.
Cold and sweaty I continued to be a crook.
The Private Cellar is where I found the baited hooks.
My Yellow Butterfly;
Pinched in the corner of my eye,
Ah, ‘tis just my yellow butterfly!
A swarm of bees came chomping down on its tail,
And whipping up winds it stirs up new jets to sail!
Staying gallantly afloat it drifts wayward up into a puffed up cloud awaiting it in the air.
A red cardinal bird it did undoubtedly meet perched high on top a big pesky grizzly bear.
It just flies fancy free through the needles and straws of prickly Pine Trees.
And it starts circling around until it is across the rolling roaring High Seas!
My yellow butterfly just zip zaps itself right on by.
It is either flying too low or it is flying up on high!
On top of the clouds, I did get to watch its magnificent tail set sail.
Triumphantly, it stays afloat between a big shark and mighty whale!
A horde of yellow butterflies suddenly dumped down on me with voices that blare.
The journal of flying from here to there will get everyone everywhere except in err!
Yellow butterflies were coming from everywhere just so joyous for my eyes to see,
And I was caught up on a cloud when my yellow butterfly ushered in its array of me.
My Yellow Butterfly!
On the inside and looking out, I sit below.
Maybe I am here to wait?
Deep within the depths of me I must go.
My world is all mine being one that only I know.
So many things in here that I can debate!
I see a world of madness so I steadily take it all in.
New things come to me, time and time again.
My silent solitude renews what time creates.
On the outside, I can look deep within.
Maybe I am here to know?
Deep within the depths of me is where it begins.
My world is all mine being one that only I must transcend.
So many things in here that I can show!
I see a world of confusion, but I can always navigate.
New things come to me, the more and more to vindicate.
My silent solitude always tells me so.
Deep within I can come and go.
Maybe I am here to show?
My world is all mine being the one that only I accumulate.
So many things in here that I can comprehend!
I can see the beginning and I can see the end.
New things come to me, one by one to appreciate.
My silent solitude is the womb in which I alone can grow.
© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich
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
Hearts of gold fused by two making me the only one,
Aries, “I am” is you to all of us who have only just begun.
Crystal clear the visions I seek, you are the one that is complete!
You are a diamond in the sky; I look and wonder why you’re at my feet
I wish, I wish for your beautiful brilliant shooting stars.
I pray, I pray for our dragging existing time you balance so very far.
If I had one then I’d have two and the more I’d give for you to share.
If I were, then I’d be again where you float through the sky on a dare.
In the midnight skies I see the diamond souls lined all in your corner.
But the “Archer” I am and the “Bulls-eye” I target from your former.
Flash by flash I see your lights and one by one they glare by my own given fate.
Inside and looking out, I see your brilliance aiming extremely high with my “God-given” bow.
The stars aligned like chicken pox spread from here to there and one of them my mate.
Outside and looking in, I see your intelligence and draw my arrow with a big lump in my throat.
If I could, then I would dash from here to there shining the Diamond Souls by my very own.
But the “Archer” I see what I know I am aiming for up on high and you my Aries,
You just tempted your own fate with your diamonds on my “Royal Throne“.
®Registered: 2001 Ann Rich
I stare out into this huge blue Sea,
And the waves, well, they just carry me.
My mind drifts so far away,
Because the Ocean is where I lay!
I’m off to never-never land once again,
So take my hand and let this journey begin!
I listen carefully to the Oceans roar,
The waves, well they just help me soar.
My mind relaxes with my day,
Because the Ocean is where I always lay!
I’m off to never-never land on a hunch for so much more,
So take my hand and let’s find new places we can both explore!
I can see blue water with big fluffy white rolls,
Waves, well they just capture my entire soul.
My mind just helpless with my day,
Well, it is the Ocean where I lay!
Off in never-never land I can always see,
A gigantic Ocean covering over me!
Far away in never-never land near the Ocean is where I always lay.
Lifeless in the sand is where I’ll always be.
So take my hand and be lifeless with me in the sand.
Together, just you and me on our journey to never-never land,
Just lifeless in the sand, together you and I and always we’ll be hand in hand!
© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich
I am something you hold when you miss,
And I am forgotten all but a gentle kiss!
I am the cold draft when you’re all alone.
And I am the smile that generates your happy home.
I am something for nothing but I’m more than most.
And I am your summer breeze, I am your host.
I am the tear that falls from your eyes,
And I am the light that outshines your lies.
I am the flutter in your beating heart,
And I am the breath that gives you a fresh start.
I am the lump in your throat when lost for words,
And I am the silence you have always heard.
I am the warmth traveling in your blood,
And I am the memory you instantly flood.
I am the dream you’ve always had,
And I am the one with you happy or sad.
I am the one that always told you so,
And I am the only person you positively know.
I am taken and given because I just am,
And I am exactly what I am,
And not even by you will I be jammed!
© Copyright Ann Rich 2006
You smiled at me just the other day.
And what did I do? I just walked away.
Carrying myself over to the other way!
So now I miss you and literally I’ve died!
I weep until I release what I have sighed!
Now there is no place for me to run or hide.
And all of that was just another priceless penny!
And believe me I have collected stacks of many!
I saw you when we were at or in the end.
And that’s when I knew where I had been.
I connected you to me from way back when.
Loving you invigorates my soul to up and live.
I’m more than enough and have plenty to give.
There is no-thing left for me to accept or forgive.
It is another adorned and decorated priceless penny!
I suppose I stand attesting time! So, did you get any?
Holds so many captive
My ears have heard
You can't do that
Yes the hell I can
Dwell in the land of pity if you must
This soul will not be taken prisoner
‘Quiet attraction, you’re overwhelming elegance;
all I could do was sit there,
blushing could you tell?
No chance in moving just to re-think.
The wanting of being elsewhere,
I needed one more look before I left;
got the feeling you wanted that too.
Sadly just to many people blocked the way,
turned around, head down due to having no view of you.
Will next time be more difficult?
Awkwardness in a room full of people,
now your work colleagues becoming aware,
it is not so quiet now.
Making tales in my head,
multiple versions of the way we could meet
but need of seeing you someplace else without eyes watching,
without the heat of embarrassment waiting,
for these thoughts to be said.’
Where do we go when we go away?
Where do I go when I want to stay?
Sometimes I am lost and I can not see.
“God”, I look up and all I can do is pray.
Sometimes it is hard for me to even believe.
And then sometimes you set me so free!
Why does it have to be this way?
What is it that you need for me to say?
Sometimes I run free with the night.
“God”, I look around and I find my prey.
Sometimes I can see the crystal clear light.
And then sometimes I enhance my very own fight.
What mountain do you need for me to climb?
Where am I destined in this blessed and holy time?
Sometimes heaven is right at my front door.
“God”, I look down and even I can draw the line.
Sometimes I push for your all or more.
And then sometimes I am my own warrior.
Why do I balance these things with you?
What is it that you need for me to do?
Sometimes I just wonder why.
“God”, I am looking all around simply passing through.
Sometimes I am just tired and want to sit down for a cry.
And then sometimes I know that I have always been the one that tried.
© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich
I‘ve an Angel of Mercy watching over me,
His eyes are watching me from sea to sea.
Staggeringly, I did stand there and I waited for only one who really knew.
Balanced by shining Stars, the universe earned my golden wings of two.
I fly high above from worlds torn apart by a magnificent set of three.
Cast down to Earth the galaxies spread far and apart just to be free.
We watch and we sit as we wonder when will all of this be?
Angels of Mercy balance the scales of lighter years that shall come to be.
I rise above Seas and Skies that can not set a boundary high enough for me. .
Scattered by harvested seeds delusions are sent plentifully my way,
Up and down I am this way this day and I shall make my own way.
You feel, you see, but you can not believe that it is me, the pure and true one.
Angels of Mercy hear my plea, for I believe and soon I will be forever done!
Flying here and flying over there,
Only you know how much I truly care.
Angels of Mercy be on your merry way!
Me and mine will peacefully war with every single one of you,
Eternally conquering exactly what I as one have set out to do!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2004
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
The Trainer is skilled and knowledge is way too real.
Precision is marked and the course plainly lain out.
The trainer is everything and has no room for doubt.
Our lessons are here in which we share what we feel.
We’re certified by gold appeal to His right thumb seal.
Our perfection with His direction is a challenge we must all meet.
Teaching or lectures the trainer’s word sits upon a cozy high seat.
The Trainer is the one, teaching us why we have all come to care.
Articulate in balancing those massive scales,
He is making us ready for His truth or dare.
Slowly but surely He removes all of our veils.
Testing and provoking the thoughts that we all must greatly compare,
The Trainer is detained and responsible to the reality we all shall bare.
So listen here and listen there, eventually fame is no more good or fun.
The Trainer teaches us that it is our principles to be all by being one.
The Trainer is well thought out even if the job comes undone.
The Trainer is my heir I bare for global defeat fair and square!
The pressure is on.
And my day has come and gone.
Anticipation rides on the wings of my patience,
And all of this condensed into a bundle of one.
Defined and detailed, I assure you I am intense,
Time for a deep drawn breath I can barely squeeze.
Comfort covers my essence while I sit calm with the breeze.
Closing my eyes and never looking in,
My day has come to its final destined end.
Conflicts of interest rides on the wings of my anticipation,
Bringing me to where it truly all begins.
Defined and detailed, I assure you I am standing on top of my foundation.
Time for my eyes to correct the visions I can finally adjust to see.
Surfing the winds while locked dead into this God given breeze!
The heat is rising and turned all of the way on.
And my day has only just begun.
Restless energy tailing on the wings with my conflicts of interest,
All traveling like the speed of a mighty powerful one!
Defined and detailed, I assure you I am impressed.
Time for my hard thoughts to penetrate my deep!
Tranquility consumes the best of me while I sit calm with the breeze.
Opening my eyes and always looking out,
My day is what this has become all about.
Restless energy rides on the wings of my destination,
All in serious neglect balanced by my own given doubt!
Defined and detailed, I assure you I am my own perfect explanation.
Time for my deepest drawn breath, a struggle indeed!
I am calm with the breeze,
Riding on these wings of my personal conformation!
®Registered: Ann Rich 1997
The eyes of God are in these eyes standing here when I look at you.
My salvation! You’re honest and true crying real teardrops of heartfelt tears.
As the Sun sets by night and rises to the dawning of our blessed brand new day,
I Wed Thee to the very best of the all there’ll ever be of me.
I promise to cherish the smile upon your face and to conquer your early morning hidden fears
I promise to abide abundantly to a heavenly scent that comes from me through you,
Forever I’m your lock and you my Master Key!
The eyes of God are in the eyes of you!
My breath, my life, and all of my existing meaning,
I do Wed the “Most Honorable Husband in Thee”!
As the Moon lights the evening skies and fulfills these promising days,
I Wed Thee to everything God ever meant for you in this world to be.
I promise to adore your brilliance and to magnify your streaks of gold in the Sun’s blinding glare!
I Wed Thee to a most promising brand New prospering Year!
I promise to Love, Honor, and Respect your wisdom for many lives that shall follow and proceed!
Following you, I am always so very close when you’re near.
I Wed Thee and by these hands we shall forever be blessed and correctly fed.
I Wed Thee, by my God given name and I now declare our all a final by being done and said!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2002
Riding in the winds of humbled inspiration,
I’m coming for a mighty restoration!
Stars so bright, lights increase by a great number.
The Moon leads the day its way.
Riding in much thunder,
Bolt by bolt, all in all it’s but a ray!
Soaring in clouds of separation,
I’m going for a mighty preparation!
Skies so blue, seashores engulfed by a great encumber.
The Sun bleeds the only ray.
Soaring in much wonder,
Beam by beam, all in all I’m on my way!
All in all, dashing through every ray!
All in all, I’m shining in the light of today!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2002
Could I tell you that your special, and would you believe it with your own eyes
Or can you see it without a mirror, or would you get lost in your soul searching
leaving you mesmerized
But come what may in what I call you, or what it simply seems to be
For you are very special, and it sometimes may take a life time to see
Am I saying it because of the things you do or say
Or am I just saying these words to make you feel that way
So you can give into your expectations each passing day
No your special alright, that's what I know and see
And no matter what other's may think and say
For my dear give way for they can never truly see what it is I see and why your so
very special to me
“Let’s fly!” said the little bird up in a tree.
“But I’m scared” said the bigger bird.
“Scared? You?” said the little bird,
“Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you fall.”
“But the big wise owl,” said the bigger bird,
“he didn’t catch me, and the glorious eagle,
he didn’t catch me either, and I trusted them.”
“I may be just a little bird,” said the little bird,
“but I can do something they cannot..”
“What?” said the bigger bird.
“I can fly under your wing,” said the little bird,
“and help you learn to fly on your own”.
So the little bird took wing,
And the bigger bird flapped its wings real hard,
Closed his eyes and left the branch.
As he felt himself falling, he began to doubt,
“The bigger birds that I trusted with their size and
Strength all let me fall… that little bird won’t save me either.”
And just as fast as that thought began,
He felt a little tickle under his wing,
And gently he began to fly right.
And there, under his broken wing,
Was the little bird, balancing his wing on top of him.
“You… you aren’t going to leave me?”
Said the bigger bird.
“No,” said the little bird, “you need help,”
“your wing is broken and needs to heal.”
“Thank you, little bird,” said the bigger bird.
“Don’t worry,” said the little bird,
“It’s a long journey, but I know the way”.
So the little bird helped the bigger bird
Grow strong enough to fly on his own.
And one day, the bigger bird ventured out
All by himself and discovered he could fly.
“I can fly all by myself now!” sung the bigger bird.
“I see..” said the little bird feeling unimportant.
“Don’t worry”, said the bigger bird,
“I won’t leave you either.”
“Even though you don’t need me anymore?”
Said the little bird.
“I need you now more than ever,” said the bigger bird,
“for you never let me fall and stayed the whole way,”
“and on that journey I learned something else..”
Said the bigger bird.
“Oh?” said the little bird.
The bigger bird bent down to the little bird and said,
“You needed me too”.
When His dreams becomes visible by word expressions, then He's going to
become Po @ It( poetic), but when His dreams becomes a reality then he is
considered Rich @ It!!!
Fire of ancient times march of fascist crimes i see what unfolds in front
of me do you believe can you walk beside me magical garden never denied
me. Will you join the willing can you survive just this one time in the realm
of mind to some is certainly blind.
Oceans divide drink the wine excelsior divine magnificent lyricist
untold martyr the Mecca of medieval understand one man's evil.
Take this trip with me breath let the unease set sail the breeze
together we can travel this magical mind trip, mercenaries we
explore to grant the world our stories just wait till you see what's
in store i promise you no more worries.
In the New Testament we see that Paul sent a recommendation
with instructions to Timothy on how to preserve his salvation
Paul had written epistles to many of the churches
letters full of spirituality and on how to worship
he said the Gospel, the Good News will always be the main point
the words for one to live by so that to them God may anoint
you need to be girded up in order to preserve your faith
and watch out for those false teachers
and make believers who are always lying in wait
Paul wrote this letter of encouragement, support and concern
It was a reminder for Timothy to utilize all the knowledge that he'd learn
for Timothy was a destined disciple, a child of God from the start
he had an inherited belief that was entrenched in his heart
so how does anyone measure true faith?
do you use a system of scales and weights?
faith is a belief based solely on your actions
faith is the whole of you and not just a fraction
faith is more than just a feeling
faith is the state of just believing
God gave you a unique skill, a special talent, He gave you a gift
It was a show of grace so use it to help others spirits to be lift
God gave you power and a great strength
to go the distance, to go the entire length
depend on the Lord to move and guide you
rely on His promises for they are sure and true
let go and let God and with your gift be stirred up
let the Holy Spirit continue to refill your cup
so watch out for those Tates and others like them in the church
be aware of the spirit of negativity that around them lurks
Old Man Tate is just one big know-it-all
Mother Hesitate is always trying to stop and stall
Sister Agitate is always trying to stir up some mess
Brother Irritate always irksome and no church business can progress
Deacon Vegetate sitting in the pew always in the same spot
Cousin Imitate always wanting to copy what everyone else has got
Trustee Potentate thinks he's the big man on the church scene
but the Choir Director Devastate, that's one member who's just plain mean
but Facilitate is the only member in the Tate clan
who could be a blessing to a spirit-filled man
so let the Holy Spirit call to your remembrance all that you've learned
you have a gift and a belief system and the spirit to discern
God gave you power, love and a sound mind for a reason
just don't worry about the Tate clan for they will get theirs in due season