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Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
ones
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
"Happiness" 
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

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MAY OUR WILL BE DONE

Personally, we clash because we want to be different yet, this only brings indifference. We have a chip on our shoulders as individuals. We want to be innate in which one must be the greater person. Personally, we confront each other about dumb things when it is not business structured. Our conflict becomes that of jealousy. Non-bias to gender this is, which cause differentiation. We are the people of the cosmos. Our brotherly and sisterly love is what unites us. Let us learn from each other through the structure formed and join for a greater focus. The reality of today states life is a place in time. Formed by animal and by humankind, our living determines our destinies. Strength empowers! A common cause unites! We are all God’s people. We must bond in some shape, form, or fashion. This is for certain and ascertains a more meaningful existence. Our personality clashes should not stop us as individuals. The multitude is what matters and we are in that configuration. Inasmuch, integrity integrates. Amour-proper allows us to become more diverse. A greater determination brings forth application. Therefore, we must concentrate within these thoughts. Our single-mindedness plus our constructive efforts manifests destiny. This is our world our universe. Let us not asunder. MAY OUR WILL BE DONE! _____________________________| March 08, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Sustaining Family Relationships

The family that bathes together
stays together
until every mindbody smells better together.

Is that like
biology is ecological timing,
hunting healthy polymorphic synergy?

Perhaps.
If yes, it loses something in abstraction.
If no, you might need to stay in your bath a bit longer,
and extend your polycultural definition of family.

Is that like
baptism from monocultural ego identity
into permacultural EarthTribe individuation
thru rainbow colors of TransParent thru BlackHole
DiPolar CoArising Temporal EcoConscious Presence?

Only when baptism
merges a global extended family
immersing into EarthTribe's Solidarity Revolution,
haunted by Earth's nutritional DNA/RNA mutuality memories
of polypathic Ego/Echo BiCameral ReIterative Synergy.

Bathing with our Exterior Landscapes
as we would have Earth Goddess and SunGod
continue TransParently eco-mentoring
our Interior EgoLandscapes.

How about,
all souls bathe together
stay together
until every form of nature's regenesis
smells and looks
tastes and feels and sings thru prime crystal revolving light,
harmonic dialects of family fragrances,
together?

It sounds pretty enough,
but I still don't think it smells deep rich composted
quite enough for EarthTribe's baptism
into Great Transitions of post-climatic full-blending octave fragrances
of time as light's fragrance of regenerative choice.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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My Purpose in Life

These drives are many, you’d agree
And the urge is filled with thirst,
Thirst to outreach the clouds,
Worldly pleasures,
And when you have it all, you realize,
You still haven’t reached the peak,
Haven’t achieved life’s goals,
What is my purpose? You ask,
Little sins, Great achievements,
Your heart is still heavy,
Heavy from yesterday’s deeds,
And yet you keep pursuing,
Not knowing all you need is love,
To lift you high to that place you desire,
And when it’s combined with grace,
You realize what your purpose is,
To serve Christ unconditionally!

Copyright © Debra Motanya | Year Posted 2016

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My Apologies

My apologies
if i have ever stepped on your tiny toes
or acted just like one of your fury foes 
the blame is not thine
the shame is all mine


My apologies
if i have crushed your tender heart's crust
or betrayed your last but only one trust
the shame is all mine
the blame is not thine


My apologies
if i have been construed by you as rude
or acted in a manner unrefined and crude
the blame is not thine
the shame is all mine


My apologies
if indeed I have ever called you a dear friend
but never introduced you to Christ my beginning and end
the shame is all mine
the blame is not thine

Copyright © Chukwuemeka Mbah | Year Posted 2013

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POETRY PRAISE

Earth look above
The atmosphere is moving in the sky to think of
Jesus is soon to come
The Earth will be among
Your flesh you think is all you got left
Your soul is what God would call
It’s the Lord that never end let you fall
The hour is moving
The merciful God is ever so soothing
He doesn’t want your soul to perish
You are his servant being distinguished
The Devil wants your life to end
But with Jesus Christ, you will have a rewarding begin
The Devil’s aim is for you to be in his court to remain
He also wants you to point your finger at Heaven
The Devil is just mad because with blessings from Christ, he can’t get your soul
Jesus is about observe and behold
He conquers all
He also picks you up when you fall
When you pray, he is the one to call
All you have to do is dial “Pray Until”
Honest prayer and God will
Be steadfast, but yet remain still
These are God’s encouraging words
Opened ears and I hope you heard
Now go now and spread the word.

Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2015

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THE KEY TO MY HEART

POEM 14 THE KEY TO MY HEART 



THE KEY TO MY HEART I LOVE FOR YOU TO STAY ALL NIGHT. 

THE KEY TO MY HEART YOU IS OUT SIDE OF MY WINDOW WRAPPED UP TIGHT. 

THE KEY TO MY HEART IN THE BLANKEYT YOU EARNED. 

THE KEY TO MY HEART OF LOVE WHICH YOU LEARNED. 





MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 




Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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I GIVE YOU A ROSE

POEM 24 I GIVE YOU A ROSE 



I GIVE YOU A ROSE I DO NEED A ROSES & A HEART OF LOVE. 

I GIVE YOU A ROSE FOR AS KEY TO YOUR HEART. 

I GIVE YOU A ROSE IT REPRESENTS MY UNDYING LOVE. 

I GIVE YOU A ROSE FOR A KEY CAN LAST FOREVER. 





MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 

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Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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Unleaven

How do you play cards and live a life nobody lives. You want to help, helping gives. You want to live in heaven and bread is not leaven, it heals you. The spirit heals you, soothing water fills you, puts crosses on your soul. Screaming don't go. Hold on to the ledge above you, hands pulling under you. Fight your cause. In the winter when snowdrops soothe and you don't want to move this second. Hold yourself still; breathe, taste, and feel the impossible you lived through. I salute you. This life you're living is like playing cards.

Copyright © Clay Ward | Year Posted 2015

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MIDWIFE'S TEARS

Little Aiden Patrick
lies perfectly still
in his little crib.
Blue babygrow.
Blue blanket.
To keep him warm.

He had been
up to high jinks.
two days before.
Doing somersaults
inside mother pulled
cord tight.

Three times around
his little neck.
Mother felt activity.
in the night.
In the morning
nothing.

Little white coffin.
One last cuddle.
Priest has arrived.
Mother's midwife's
tears mix with
Mother's.

Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016

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LOVING FOREVER

POEM 23 LOVING FOREVER 



LOVING FOREVE I WANT TO BE YOUR PILLOW. 

LOVING FOREVE SO THAT I CAN BE ABLE TO COMFORT YOU. 

LOVING FOREVE WHEN YOU ARE DOWN & OUT. 

LOVING FOREVE I WANT TO BE YOUR BLANKET. 







MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 






Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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I NEED YOU IN MY LIFE

POEM 18 I NEED YOU IN MY LIFE 



I NEED YOU IN MY LIFE I CAN NOT SEEM TO GET YOU OFF OF MY MIND. 

I NEED YOU IN MY LIFE EVERY NIGHT I PRAY FOR YOU TO COME BACK TO ME. 

I NEED YOU IN MY LIFE FOR YOU TO LOVE ME WITH ALL OF YOUR HEART. 

I NEED YOU IN MY LIFE I DON'T WANT TO LET YOU GO. 





MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 




Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING

POEM 15 YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING 



YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING TO ME IN MY LIFE. 

YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING YOUR ARE MY DREAM & I COULD NOT LIVE WITH OUT YOU. 

YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING I NEED TO ALWAYS BE AROUND YOU.y 

YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING YOU ARE WHY I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING WITH A SMILE5 ON YOUR FACE. 





MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 



Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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I AM HOLDING ON

POEMS 8 I AM HOLDING ON 



I AM HOLDING ON WITH ALL I HAVE TO GIVE. 

I AM HOLDING ON TO YOU FOR A LIFE TIME OF HAPPINESS. 

I AM HOLDING ON FOR A LIFE TIME OF JOY & PEACE. 

I AM HOLDING ON FOR A LIFE TIME OF LOVE & HAPPINESS. 




MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 


Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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NEVER HAD IMAGINE THAT

POEM 13 I NEVER HAD IMAGINE THAT 



I NEVER HAD IMAGINE THAT I WILL FALL TO SOME ONE LIKE YOU. 

I NEVER HAD IMAGINE THAT I WILL FALL DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH YOU. 

I NEVER HAD IMAGINE THAT WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU IN THIS LIFE. 

I NEVER HAD IMAGINE THAT I WILL GO ANY WHERE YOU WANTED ME TO GO. 








MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 



Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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YOUR LOVE

POEMS 13 YOUR LOVE 




YOUR LOVE IS UNENDING WITH YOU. 

YOUR LOVE IS LIKE THE STARS IN HEAVEAN. 

YOUR LOVE IS ALWAYS THERE MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW. 

YOUR LOVE WHAT IS YOUR LOVE TO ME. 



MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 

Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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YOU AND ME

POEM 19 YOU & ME 



YOU & ME BEING WITH YOU IS THE BEST. 

YOU & ME IT IS BETTER THAN BEING WITH ANYONE ELSE. 

YOU & ME ALL I SEE IS ME & YOU. 

YOU & ME I WONDER IF I COULD GET THE CUE. 

YOU & ME THATS THE REASON WHY I LOVE YOU. 








MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 





Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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POEM 30 I LOVE YOU

POEM 30 I LOVE YOU 



I LOVE YOU I TRIED TO GET YOU BACK WITH MY LOVE. 

I LOVE YOU IT WAS JUST A WASTE OF MY TIME TO WAIT ON YOU. 

I LOVE YOU I TRIED TO WIN YOU BACK WITH MY WORDS IT DIDN'T WORRK. 

I LOVE YOU IT WAS SOMETHING I HAD TO DO. 







MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 



Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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AROUND ME

POEMS 17 AROUND ME 




AROUND ME WHEN YOU ARE HERE THINGS ARE VERY HAPPY. 

AROUND ME WHEN YOU HERE THINGS ARE BEAUTIFUL. 

AROUND ME THING DO FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT. 

AROUND ME OUR WORLD IS HAPPINESS. 




MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 


Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL

POEM 21 I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL 



I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL 

I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL A FEELING THAT IS SO UNREAL. 

I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL A DREAM I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL. 

I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME I FEEL SO LOVED. 

I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL I THANK GOD FOR SENDING YOU AN ANGEL FROM ABOVE. 






MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 



Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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SOMETHING I GOT TO TELL YOU

POEM 22 SOMETHING I GOT TO TELL YOU 



THERES SOMETHING I GOT TO TELL YOU 

SOMETHING I GOT TO TELL YOUJ SOMETHING I HAVE TO SAY. 

SOMETHING I GOT TO TELL YOU I WANT TO LET YOU KNOW. 

SOMETHING I GOT TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY. 








MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 


Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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Animals on a Posh Street

Oh you
Maker of this golden street
You must know
It does not matter
Whether one follows
Or Leads
But them all Shit
On your good deeds 
Whenever, they are on
Your golden street.

Copyright © Naseer Ahmed | Year Posted 2016

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POEM 24 I GIVE YOU A ROSE

POEM 24 I GIVE YOU A ROSE 



I GIVE YOU A ROSE I DO NEED A ROSES & A HEART OF LOVE. 

I GIVE YOU A ROSE FOR AS KEY TO YOUR HEART. 

I GIVE YOU A ROSE IT REPRESENTS MY UNDYING LOVE. 

I GIVE YOU A ROSE FOR A KEY CAN LAST FOREVER. 





MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 

Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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My Baptism

As I come into Your house, O’ Lord
Prepare my heart to receive
For it is You and You alone I seek to find

Let my heart be pure
My intentions well meant
And my steps guided by You

May my spirit sing a song of joy
For it wells over within
As I go beneath the water

Accept me now O’ Lord
For I am giving my all to You
As I rise up from the deep
Wash away all that is impure

For I come to Your house 
In humility and honor
Seeking You and You alone
It is You I long to know

Copyright © Bev Edwards - Walther | Year Posted 2007

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OUR TIME

POEMS 20 OUR TIME 




OUR TIME IS HERE FOR US TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER. 

 OUR TIME IS FOR OUR MOMENT TO BE TOGETHER. 

OUR TIME IS FOR TO SHARE OUR HAPPY TIME. 

 OUR TIME WE ALWAYS GET THROUGH EVERYTHING. 





MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 

Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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POEM 14 IT COULD ONLY BE

POEM 14 IT COULD ONLY BE 




YOU WILL ALWAYS BE AROUND TO TALK WITH IN LOVING WORDS. 

YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING THAT HAPPEN IN YOUR DAY WITH LOVE. 

YOU ALWAYS HAVE YOUR wWAY WITH ME IN LOVE. 

WE ALWAYS TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD. 








MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 


Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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POEM 31 I LOVE YOU JENNIFER

POEM 31 I LOVE YOU JENNIFER 




I LOVE YOU JENNIFER NOW YOU ARE GONE & ALSO YOUR LOVE 

I LOVE YOU JENNIFER I AM LOOKING FOR A CHANVE TO FEEL YOUR TOUCH AGAIN. 

I LOVE YOU JENNIFER EVEN NOW I ONLY LOVE YOU IN SILENCE. 

I LOVE YOU JENNIFER I AM AFRAID OF WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN. 









MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 

Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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Dear Neighbors

Dear neighbors,

I realize we have not met,
other than the guy next door
but that doesn't really count
cause that was just to put up a fence between us,
and I have met Marvelously Mad Mike,
behind me, on the River,
but primarily because I could not run away fast enough.

Regardless,
I want to invite you over
for kind of a potluck neighborhood open house party.

Just come as you happen to be at the moment,
bring something to drink
and, oh yes,
something to eat that you would consider politically and economically
and, oh yes,
nutritionally correct.

But not to worry,
we will have political correctness exams
at the front door,
prior to gaining admission,
unless you would like that of course,
in which case
perhaps I should mention,
so as not to become justly accused of hidden agendas,
I would prefer to disclose
a politically correct completely open agenda,
and that probably goes for your porky political
and/or porkless spiritual beliefs too.

If you want to talk about how I really should get myself Born Again,
if only for the life insurance values,
I will almost certainly agree
that I hope to dream deep rich baptisms of fire
and rain
and wind every night
to be reborn again each morning,
except on those too-rare occasions
when I could theoretically have baptized myself
in erotic dreams
to awake feeling less reborn,
more uncompleted,
heuristically speaking,
of course.

Nor would I drop a jaw
were you to explain to me
why I should aspire to transcendent mysticism,
the rather imprecise feedback
I get from my defiant kids
right after they rob me blind
or lie to me as if I were senseless
and preferably more transcendent
and mysteriously preoccupied with larger issues
of climatic change
in Great Political-Economic Scientific-EcoTherapeutic Transition,
and not so much
these smaller political and economic 
most uncooperative and unmindful transactions.

Lest you fear I may have some hidden political,
or, god forbid,
some cultish religious-fundamentalist agenda,
rather than a party smorgasbord
and self-entertainment and -governance menu,
with issues that march along
some more Traditionally Orthodox Party Line,
perhaps scripture lessons on how to invest heart beats
and wise inhale-exhale breaths of bicameral mindfulness,
allow me to expose
my polypathic proclivities as a Taoist-Christian.

This T-C is a hybrid line,
somewhat like U-U,
which is, for some weird regenetic reason,
also dialectically like dipolar U-C nutritional health balance,
going back to both Eastern and Western shamans.

So, nothing is supposed to surprise us
except the absence of bad news,
and even then
we are not to let on,
pretending that we have been predicting this,
the continuing advent of good TaoBalancing news all along,
sort of permaculturally,
but usually,
and preferably,
only to those who would be most certain
not to take us seriously,
too deeply,
too unliterally,
too radically through fundamentally fractally,
so long as they treat us as shamans
and not the more totally insane polypaths,
terrorized by emerging voices of climatic anger
and silos of echoing foggy fears
about ego's future emptiness,
absence of life-becoming.

So, not to worry,
Taoist lies before the hyphenatic Christian,
meaning Radical Revolutionary Christian.
We are so radically revolutionary
that we believe Christianity should declare its mission statement
as 100% self-perpetuatingly regeneratively replete,
and now move on to more globally optimizing multicultural issues,
like investing in more cooperatively nutritious politics
and active-cooperative-invested economic choices,
more teleologically ecologically bicamerally informed
by sacred-humane nondual TaoBalance
YangLeftHealthyNature-YinRightSpiritBiLateral EcoMentoring MessiahLight.

Tao EarthLoving Christians are so radically revolutionary
we believe good nature is always nutritionally kind
and we don't believe we should even (0)-sum ego-exist.
So, not to worry,
no evangelical intentions are allowed by Yin,
much as Yang would love to love you to death
with the LeftBrain Wisdom
of multicultural truths
as harmonic fractal-crystal beauty
of econconsciousness in fertile-octave light bilateral-cross-messianic frequencies.

Just come as you are
in your own light
with whomever you happen to have
hanging around at the moment you finish reading this.

Feel free to bring your pets 
and any tools you might have to share,
or just a list would be fine,
and I'm wondering if we want to exchange email addresses,
so there will be a sign-in sheet for those who want to include that,
and those who don't,
and please check off if you might be interested in collaborative gardening
this next spring coming up.

And if you or any of your accompanying tribe
has any skills or talents,
songs, dances, readings,
stories, drums,
other musical instruments,
except maybe not a tuba
because I'm just not that musically evolved
and I realize you could not laugh with me
while playing your foghorn of a tuba,
bring anyone or anything except a monopolistic tuba,
which really isn't a party instrument anyway,
for our cooperative skills and talent show.

Stay as long as we all like,
and can afford to live together.
I'm sure we have much to co-invest and celebrate about.

OK, you can bring that damned tuba, if you must.
Maybe I am being invited to evolve in some foghorn kind of way.

With gratitude.

G.O.D.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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POEM 27 MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE

POEM 27 MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE         



MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE THE DAY I LAYED MY EYES ON YOU WAS THE DAY I GAVE MY HEART TO YOU. 

MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE YOUR DEEP BLUE EYES SENT ME CRAZY. 

MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE I FELT SOMETHING DEEP DOWN IN MY HEART SO SPECIAL WHEN WE MET. 

MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE THE PASSED FEW MONTHS WE BEING TOGETHER HAS MADE MY LIFE WORTH WHILE. 







MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 

Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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Messiah Wilderness

How do we rebaptize this our shared glad day,
raising up our wellness drenched 
with non-elite christ mindbody?

Surely Matthew the Fox would know,
and other postmillennial gospel singers,
swingers of new cooperative economic communication fortunes
found without disciplined searching
among Earth's daily revolving wild baptisms,
co-gravitating reborn seas of regenerately fishing men
now become bicameral hunters and co-equal gatherers
of Beloved East-West Community.

Wisdom scriptures swell through every harmonic creed
each deed spoken across culture's regenerations,
singing multicolored psalms of Paradise
rebirth again through death
of stale humans only need apply
to and for heaven's radically ridiculously open gate
of ecojustice sung by crickets
feeding songbirds
flying on and on back toward sunrise
surfing Earth's original baptism
dunking sun's fertile rays of godlight.

Christ incarnate presence
without cultural elitism
or even anthrocentrism;
christ as light by which all have come
from progenitor Elders,
by which all return,
no creature comes through Father Time
on Virgin Mother Earth
but through and with each co-messianic Other.

Christ pilgrims loved as nature mystics
learning to plant and harvest souls, Earth's seeds
of holy holonic consiliance,
synergy,
integrative agape I AM
this Earth WE ARE,
fathers and mothers of rich cultural child traditions
evolving revolving time as light
remade in humane image,
creation re-imaging
imagined
performed
produced
regenerating time's revolving warm nutritious light.

Politics,
like economics, of religion
is either cooperative or tyrannical,
Earth-centric or fundamental ego-centric hubris
rooted in polypathic trust
and fear of monoculturally elite dinosaurs
of vacuous spiritual paths toward further competitions.

Political bodies of peace
build economic outcomes 
of Earth's CoMessianic Right to ReGenerative Justice.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016