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Why must I Cry

   I come to the garden along, while the dew is still fresh
on the meadows. Early in the morning do the bird's sing
praises of roses and peddles.  I cry, because there is no
refuge finally from the pain.  
    Yet long ago, a child was born, to become king, and yes
there is hope, just for believing in his name. Where is this King!
when I'm hurting and alone? He's just a prayer away, don't give
up, for he's Alpha and Omega, which means, just be strong!.
So they sent me to a place, to turn my life around. I cry, be-
cause, I am somebody no longer am I bound.
     Now I know that Jesus is my refuge and no more drugs is
there for I. Thank you Lord, for the method, that's "Why Must
I Cry".


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When the Time is Right

For nearly 45 years I never spoke of  that day; the emotional pain was too great.
I simply hid it in the lining of my soul, knowing in my heart you didn’t stand
a chance with me as I stood in the rubble of my life and let you go, wrapped
in my heart with a wish and a prayer- all I had to give. And for 45 years, 
I dreamed of you and me playing in fields of daisies under blue skies as
I cried inside, wondering where you where, and if there was a part of you  
that somehow would remember me- would remember the bond we made 
in that single moment we shared together, when the nurse held you up to the
nursery window for me to see as I  stood on wobbly legs, with my trembling 
hands holding unto a pole with a dripping IV?

I prayed. Lord! How I prayed that someday, by the grace of  God, 
you’d come back to me when the time was right. 

So I lived my life. Got back up and crawled out of the rubble that was me, 
and lived with half a heart that somehow still managed to beat.

With the passing of  time, I bloomed; sometimes red, sometimes blue when I thought of all the years we could have shared as I sat and listened to family and friends 
tell me of the joyful times they shared with their children, grandchildren 
and great-grandchildren as, I  smiled and  cried inside and dreamed of you, 
and all the years of your life I  missed and, all the years I would never know. 
It was then I realized I was a very lonely soul. So, I wrote and wrote and
wrote, never suspecting for a moment that  nearly 45 years later,
you would find me through a poem I wrote for you.

I know I can never replace the mother and father who raised you, for the bonds
of time shared  are  much stronger than blood. Yet knowing what a wonderful 
women you turned out to be, beautiful, intelligent, compassionate  
and now with a daughter  of your own, is enough for me, and someday  
when the time is right for you, I hope and pray , we will meet again.

                                               ~~~~~~

                                                 Elaine George 


This is a true story.  It was through this forum ( poetrysoup ) my birth daughter found me. 



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This Poem Is Who I Am With Everybody

       This Poem Is Who I Am With Everybody.

I was told who I am, always reflects upon my friends 
and family. When I choose a friend we become one 
soul forever.This Is how I interpret my friendship.

When I choose a friend, I would shelter their names 
in my heart,after conquering their friendship.
Their secrets will register in my brain to never be exposed. 

I was told who I am always reflects upon their lives, they know
my spirit and soul will not survive without them, my consistency 
will nurture their strength to exude.
When I choose a friend, my love will never sleep or vanish,
my telepathy will wake up and sleep when they retire.

My sharing becomes an unconditional awareness of either their 
pain or happiness. They feel that I am capable of praying for 
them each night.
If they are near or far makes no difference out of love their 
shadow will send me messages in what state of mind they 
are at the moment.
 
My heart will surrender when I am needed, if they want to talk,
I will listen, if they cry I will wipe their tears, if they are hungry 
for food I will feed them, if they hunger for philosophy, I would 
share my knowledge, if they crave for silence my voice is muted,
if they are weak in health nothing will hold me back from running 
to stay next to them day and night till healing will prevail.

When I choose a friend, I was told who I am always reflects upon
their everyday living, because knowing all what I possess will be 
shared without asking, generosity progresses out of love.
Their silhouette constantly moves next to me, feeling their heart 
beat continuously to determine how to approach them.

That is why who I am always reflects upon their everyday,
knowing I analyze the word friendship as the dearest to my soul,
I have no boundaries, my tears will flow like raindrops reaching their 
window if any help is needed.
I love all my friends.


21/5/2013 Contest For SKAT. This Is Who I Am with everybody. WIN (10)


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Endangered Trailblazing

Endangered Trailblazing
                                  by Odin Roark

Astride his father’s shoulders,
Like a double decker bus,
There was always what his father saw,
And the child’s gaze beyond.
They learned together
What their senses taught them of reality.

There were so many hills his father climbed,
The boy seeing what was ahead on horizons,
The father focused on firm footholds,
Following trusted forest imprints,
Relying on tradition’s habitude.

This father is long gone now.
This boy of shoulder wonderment
Has grown wise of rugged tracks
Leading to this day.

The day…

A stormy December afternoon
Staring through a digital lens
Atop a mid-town observation deck,
The boy now a man
Stares outs across a skyscraper landscape,
A winterous tundra his father never had to pioneer.

Realizing the Now of navigating
Relies little on the primitive tracks,
When plant,
Animal,
Rock,
Weather,
Parts of the undeniable whole
Determined shelter and food,
Life and death.

Wisdom,
The oft missing essence of success,
Impacts little of today’s aspiration,
Whose awareness respects not learned footprints,
Nor hardened determination
To stay true to a right direction,
Instead…

All too often
Success honors but bushwhacked obstacles,
The opportunity to conquer any and all,
The razed aside,
Inert and live,
Banished and dead,
Leaving many to query
What lens can sharpen that which isn’t there?

Today’s existence is but yesterday’s ethereal presence,
Once preceded by integritous footholds/handholds,
The resplendent oneness of nature’s vast inner-connection,
Now all but buried beneath
A stumbling culture’s duplicitous stepping stones.

Tracks lead precariously to penthouse suites
Where an eagles nest is but a Britannica reference,
A redolent library book of often ignored history
Reminding a father’s boy
Staring through glass-layered revelation
That decisions need pondering past momentary reward,
That Nature’s swirling white layering the once wilderness of discovery
May be foreshadowing avalanche forces
Unrestrained in their ability to bury man.

Pulling his eye away from the telescope,
He considers a wind gust
Lifting snow daring not to confront the ground,
Choosing instead to swirl,
To levitate with perhaps man’s exhausted currents from below,
Struggling to rise through waning memory,
Trajectories of so many devoted fathers
Trusting honest trailblazing would never disappear.

Fortunately…

Like the cyclic snows from on high,
Rising temperatures initiate their own revolution.
Endings return to beginnings
Nullifying load and weight.

Time’s undaunted sagacity knows
Once civilization’s latest aspiration expends,
Creation knows no better
Than to invent new trails,
New boys on father’s shoulders,
Tomorrow’s then and now…
Again.


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Listen To The Unsaid

 
"Because I Love You."
 

     Because I love you
      together, we could
       sleep on our bed head to head,
          listen to the unsaid 
            light the flame without a name.
                                                    
Because I love you
together, we could 
   pretend its real
     listen to the unsaid 
        blow the snow & steal the wind.
                   
Because I love you
together, we could
   dream and scream 
      listen to the unsaid
         when resting in our nest.
                  
Because I love you
together, we could 
    watch the tide 
       listen to the unsaid
         while sitting side by side.
                  
Because I love you
together, we could
     be from the very few
           listen to the unsaid
                  as we only knew.
                        
Because I love you
together, we could
    hold hands just stand,
         listen to the unsaid
             then dance to the band.
                     
                                          I Will Always Love You
                                                     Together. 
                                                              . 2/6/2013
                                                             By. Therese Bacha


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GONE Anna Lo PH

? ...GONE... ?

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt
To lose someone you never really had,
Days can be tough and at times cruel
To much for one to bear alone..

I was hoping that you would say
If I feel that I can't hold on any longer,
You'll take my hand and we'll go through it until together.
When the time comes, that if I can't stand on my own again
And I won't need you anymore, I will let go.
I will let go, if that would make you happy..

If you're lonely and your heart feels empty, 
Just tell me and I will step inside.
But if One Day, you'll be needing that space for someone else
Don't worry and gladly I will give in my space..

Like in a painful, sad love story
It's amazing how easily to fall inlove with someone,
Who simply smiles, talks or stare at you
The only hard thing to do is to make that person fall for you.
They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far
is give me more time to think about how much I miss You..

Okay, so maybe time heals most wounds, right?
Then why does it feel like it?
The wound is getting bigger and bigger every second.
Maybe Love is just a beautiful dream, and then we wake up..

Just as they always say when somebody leaves
When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness,
Instead keep your head up high and gaze for the stars.
For that is where broken hearts have been sent to heal..

What is the opposite of Two?..
...A lonely me, A lonely You...

They say relationships are like glass 
That sometimes it's better to leave them broken
Than risk hurting oneself in trying to put it back together.

Lost in my heart, lost in my mind, I'm lost in your eyes
Entire days, weeks, months, ...a blur...
Flickers of light in the darkness 
Only to be enveloped in shadow once more.
And yet within the shadows of pain
Might be the faint flicker of love once fel,t
And that could make all the darkness worthwhile
Because a single "I Love You"
Is worth more than a thousand goodbyes..

I'm tired my Beloved.. 
of chafing my heart against the want of you,
Of squeezing into little inkdrops and writing it.
Ask me why I keep on loving you
When it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me.
The problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me
I can't force myself to stop loving you..

So I tell myself sometimes..
'Count the gardens by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.
Count your life with smiles and not with tears that roll." ..

Though sometimes, these tears say all there is to say
And the scars don't ever fade away,
I am thankful that for a moment
I once met You, I once felt you look my way.
I once felt You within me, in my heart and mind
I once was happy and alive with You
I once Loved you and still Loving You... xoxo

P.S ..KYHYCYILY.. always.. ? ? ?

(re-edited letter)


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WAKE UP by Anna Lo P

"Wake up, wake up" my sleepyhead Turk
"Wake up, wake up" my dear sleeping beau
each time I do this, I am so happy
because finally I can see 
your sweet smiles, intended just for me.

Yes, your smile, smiles that make me smile
though it really wasn't there for me to see
because you're so far away, lands & seas
I just close my eyes so I can see it 
with all my heart, I believe it.

"Wake up, wake up" so i say, again & again
and that your consciousness can be regain
staying you awake I always intend to do
so you can hear me say "ILOVEYOU" so true..

..xoxo my dear "YASAMAK"


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'I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!

I've had enough
Yes enough of your childish games
I've had enough
Of your lies.and disappointments
I've had enough
Of headaches,and worries
I've had enough 
Of your disrespect
I've had enough
Of heartaches,and pains
I've had enough
Of wondering if and when you're coming home
I've had enough
Of planning a future that has no hope
I've had enough
Of waking up and finding myself alone
I've had enough
Of wishing you'll change for the better
I've had enough
Of talking,and you're not listening
I've had enough
Of dreaming this dream all alone
I've had enough
Of being the only one trying to make things work
I've had enough
Of treating you like a prince,king,or queen
then in return you treat me like I'm nothing
I've had enough
Of you're not taking me seriously
I've had enough
And I'm sick,and tied of all the drama
I've had enough
Of you falsely accusing me
I've had enough
And I can make it by myself
I'VE HAD ENOUGH 
I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!"


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Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"


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The Harvest Of The Seed


  
  Each field is barren white with snow, 
around me blind, they know.
I see.
Darkness brings the haze of dawn, 
how many must it show.

While many miles of web it's barb, 
my flesh, 
it tastes and grows.

Bringing home the wheat, 
ground white, 
and powdered souls, 
spread open far and wide.

Touching only youth, 
not men, 
Each gem from stone, 
pours out and lost our seed it keeps.
No more.


j.McC. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


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Poiesis on poetry

Inception of poise anon-times.) And burgeoning..! 

"Plays" of & to; each entered instance...

To posterity through eternal inference..!



Copyright 20 12 2011 Joe Maverick..


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You're such a lovely cyclone

Hey girl!
I love the way you whirl, 
and swirl,
so deep inside my heart.
you're such a lovely cyclone as you tear my mind apart.
seething lava in my veins,
tsunami in my breast,
a hurricane that's gone insane,
an earthquake that won't rest.
your tremors how they move me,
I simply can't resist,
so I sprout wings, sweet golden things,
and fly into your kiss.

http://lovestruehome.com/


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Gertrude -- Gertie -- Gertrude Stein

-- Re:  Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --

What would Gertrude.What Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what
thought?Thought thought driving,forward,remorselessly.Remorseless Remorse?Forward.Never reverse;no reverse.No.No remorse.Remorseless,spurning reverse,seated.High!Seated high in Auntie.Then in Godiva seated. Looming.Enormous.
Looming enormous.Unsinister presence. Certain presence.Definite.Definitely not sinister.  Positively looming;enormous in brown.Brown,in brown corduroy,driving Paris.
In Paris,through Paris.Looming high in Paris in Godiva.With Alice, quiet beside her.
Quiet; always, Alice.Alice always. And zipping, about -- coming to Rue de Fleurus 27.
Zipping to Rue de Fleurus.To 27. And Alice so able.Able Alice, each a.m. transcribing.Able Alice typing.Automatic Gertrude.Typing Gertrude.Great Gertrude.GeniusGertrude.Talking Gertrude.Genius talking.Great brown Gertrude;Gertie to Alice.
Absorbing, talking, buying art --- buying Matisse.Absorbing Matisse.Showing Matisse.Banishing Matisse.Selling Matisse,collecting Picasso.Great Gertrude -- genius Gertrude at court, holding court at Rue de Fleurus 27.And Leo.Gone Leo.No Leo at Rue de
Fleurus.Not at 27 After Leo, after Mr. Stein, after brother Leo.But there was Alice.Alice
was there Among Braques.And Cezanne.(Not Matisse.)No longer Matisse, but Picasso.And Picassos, Picassos, Picassos!And Alice; alongside, was Alice.Next to, was Alice.Alice
next Gertrude,Gertie, G. --- Gertrude, Miss Stein. Genius Gertrude Stein Quiet Alice
always.And a great Gertrude.A great brown Gertrude.A leviathan. A passing ship; a
great leviathan.Gertie, a genius.A hugeness.A shibboleth.But to Alice, just Gertie.


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Our Endured Love

                                ~Our Endured Love ~
                      
Today and yesterday I am who I am not asking myself during 
my life lived with you,how many times have I lost my energy 
morally and physically, my answer everyday every minute every 
second Why? 
That was the only way to search for solutions, discover a road 
that would prevent us from getting lost again, I ask to allow 
your soul remain generous protect me and my heart, walk together 
face the sunshine, and seal our lips,
with a kiss. 
             
Give me the whole of you, allow my body never to sleep, awaken 
my instinct, allow the nights remain young, before our time is 
over, I cant loose you,  I prefer to burn alive, your power saves 
me, your eyes when inflame they light our candle, and puts off its 
flame with your tears, because I love you, 

I am willing to vanish, leave my dead body as a gift to be free 
from that pain, stare into my eyes, find me attractive, don't 
break my heart, my life feels ignored when years ago it was 
your treasure. 

Today I do not know who I am without you, feelings abandoned 
me, I prefer to live with my pain, my soul wouldn't want life without 
love in it, which belonged long,
before to you.

We looked at our teary eyes for hours, we needed not to talk, just
hold each other for years to come, as we both cannot live without 
one another, that is the power,
of our love.
                              
He took me outside held my face into his strong hands, turned towards 
the sun, and kissed my boiling lips. We both melted into each others 
arms, kissing under the sunshine, I was marked by a strong reaction 
towards romance.
Pulling from his pocket a letter gave it to me still holding me tight 
he said,this is my answer to you, please read it.

To My Woman:
You have been very patient because you know how much I love you. 
But in the past year I was living in the darkness within me unable to 
forgive myself of feeling lonely,even if we were together,I was hiding 
under my hood blaming myself of not working hard enough to support 
you mentally,I felt I was not good enough for you as a husband,today 
I promise you to bond our relationship with hardly no obstacles.

Our humor will be included,communicating,understanding,giving,loving 
all those together will allow our solid marriage to evolve no matter what 
were and what is and what will become. The circumstances of such a 
future nothing will be allowed to shake it anymore I promise you that.

When I am with you,we will feel we will heal to seal our love we sleep 
we dream we wake up we kiss we hug the bed is warm to sleep our 
bodies heat cannot resist to shelter our hands from that heat when 
burning lips utter whispers on fire our bodies under the sheets has 
too much love. Oh come my love let us share our love like never 
before your bodies smell awakens all my existence when 
I am with you.

I ran to the bedroom undressed to put on a beautiful sheer night gown 
to show him who I am in body and soul both so young our bodies were 
crying out begging each other to embrace to share the compassion 
through love making yearning for his lips his touch his eyes his voice whispering how much he loves me I was feeling a woman climbing 
higher than expected if this is love I am a woman in love.

We lived till old age and never 
did we not kiss under the sunshine.

Therese Bacha     
5/8/13
                                                                               
                         


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THE SWEET SCENT OF TIMELESSNESS

Trapped in a perfect world, what does time 
mean?  Wait, nothing is permanent in this
wicked world.

Stay or go.  Which way did you decide?
Is that your hand reaching out to me,
Shall I grab your wrist; wait, this is fine.

The sweet scent of timelessness circles
over my head spinning me heedless.
Moods float keeping my goodness in
place;  there, now I can see your face
floating on the canvas circled with a
brush in all the grand colors.

The thrush of ochre, gray and sand.
Tips of green highlight the tops of
trees sitting against a sky splashed
in blue hue.

I feel you there pulling my hand
spinning me around and around
through years of you and me,
burning candles from the heart,
aroma swerving through the soul.

We set apart, not going somewhere
flames burn to keep you a part of the
great mountain that only you could see.

I wake in scented timelessness every day.


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ZINDAGI KA SAFAR

   ZINDAGI KA SAFAR
Zindagi wo nahi, JO Nazar Ati Hai Tum Ko
Yeh To Chalti Howi Sansoo Ka Safar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Bekiri Howi Yadoon Ka Mazhar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Totay Howay Lafzoon  Ka Nasar Hoti Hai
Zindagi!  To Naam Hai Us Insaneyat Ka
Jes Ki azmat Ka Yakin! Farashtoon Nay Sajday may Kiya
Zindagi! To paygham Hai Us Jazbay Ka
Jis Ka Safar Soraj Ki Kirnoo Say shuru Hota Hai
Zindagi, Us Katab Ki Manind Hai 
Jis Ka Unwaan !  Musafar Ki Akasi Karta hai
Zindagi To Kahani Hai Us Musafarat Ki     
 Jis Ki Manzil Soraj Kay goroob ! Honay Tek Hoti Hai
Zindagi To Naam Hai Us Rishtay Ka 
Jis Ka Raabta !  Rooh Or Jism Kay Darmiyan Hota Hai
Zindagi To Ahsaas Hai Us Mohabat Ka
Jis Ka Ahtamaam ! Khuda Nay Jannat Bana Kay Kiya
Yeh Wo Bewafa Hai Jo Khudi Kay Daway Kay Bawajood 
Khud Apnay Wojood Ko Pal may ! Tanha Kar deyti Hai Zindagi
Zindagi Salaam Ho Tuj Pay Kay Teri  Baqa Kay Leyeh
Qudarat Nay Shub-o-rooz Ko Sajaya Hai ! Zindagi Kay Leyeh
 
SHAISTA MANSOOR


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My Betrothed

what are we
can we be defined
what's our status
what cannot be denied
words can be spoken
and gestures give us signs
but when i say i love you 
can it be defined
we give ourselves emotions
when to laugh and when to cry
but we can't control emotions
they are like wild horses we ride
we give ourselves to pain
to feel deep inside
you cannot say it hurts
but it's harmful to your pride
pride that makes you stand 
when you feel you want to fall
pride that doesn't give up
when you give your all and all
but pride too can be broken
and make us the walking dead
an empty shell upon us
for emotions not being said

don't feel this , don't feel that
and especially don't feel love
don't feel like anything special
just might come from up above
love is just an illusion
that reason cannot tame
tell me: what it is between us,
does it have a name?
can i wish, can i pray
or even dare to hope
can i see it clearly 
if i use a microscope
if i use my feelings
will they prove me wrong
are these words meant for healing
or just another sad sad song
can't i believe in destiny
that seems to come from God
or am i just chasing a dream
and really should move on
my heart it waits for answers
that only you can give
what we have between us
will it die or will it live



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Drowning in your sacred love

your glistening crimson lips
beckon me
tantalize
so, 
I waltz into your seething passion
a sexy serenade into your luminescent mouth
liquid ecstasy
whirling 
swirling 
upon your undulating velvet tongue
frolicking in your frothy lotion
swallowed by your rainbow kiss 
drunk
lost forever in your sweet emotion
drowning in your sacred love	


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A Portrait

                         ~A Portrait ~

A mother feels that her life resembles
 to an unpretentious painting 
hanging on the wall in her residency,
it projects nothing except 
emptiness,stagnant,old,
no ocean with the seagulls 
flying on top humming 
happy sounds to express 
how much they love their liberty.

That portrait is dark lifeless 
when she is far from her children,
the sun doesn't like to wake up,
there are no tourists walking 
on that beach,even the waves 
are stuck they do not have 
the energy to move and splash 
on the shore.

The crabs don't come out 
to breath from underground 
as it feels lifeless,the moon 
changes its course not to be
 seen in there and is not ready 
to shed any lights to avoid 
this obscurity,even the fish 
are sleeping dizzy without food 
due to their sadness 
with all their surroundings,
nothing is alive, and knows 
she is stuck for a while 
with this painting having to 
look as is and accept it.

Until she lands and sees her children
 holding a bouquet of roses,
then the painting starts breathing,
everything awakes,sleeping or dead
 come to life, the waves splash 
on the shore,the seagulls fly 
and the melody is beautiful, 
the sun peeps looking so happy 
and clear,the crabs start popping 
up crawl with pride,the tourists 
stride with huge smiles,lovers 
holding hands, kissing love is happiness,
later the fish cant stop swimming 
from one place to the other 
searching for their breakfast,
later on the rainbow appears 
as a surprise the sun will leave 
and the moon will take its place
 to shine from above on everybody
 in that portrait,now she could start
 looking at it because its alive 
it becomes the most beautiful portrait.

She was one of the most beautiful 
women when she turned 32 after 
11 years of marriage with 2 children 
young boys she would walk in 
the streets with them everybody 
would turn and double look at her.

In that portrait she is wearing one 
of her black & white Chanel suit holding a 
champagne glass in her hand standing
 on the sand an everlasting peaceful look,
sometimes she wears her hair up 
with pearls to hold them firmly,
the white and black earrings from Chanel,
always has make up with such elegance, 
she has a small nose everybody admires
 and envies her,she has green eyes beautiful,
very sexy lips as she knows how to dress
 up her lips a brown contour and a light 
pink lipstick,her body is gorgeous 
tall & slim now she's admiring 
her living portrait.

She sees beauty and sharing only
 with her children when she feels young
 & has a wide image of describing
 this same painting which is hanging on her wall. 
When she goes back home she becomes blind 
only by looking at it with no tomorrow 
except her sitting on the couch 
watching TV or writing poetry.

Most of the time shedding 
tears of fear and loneliness. 
But when she leaves home 
to join the outside world,
everybody thinks she's doing great,
looking good with her make up,
after all those years of being 
separated she knows
how to camouflage her pain
 in the presence of strangers.

All what she asks for,
is listen to her sons voices
 whispering her name.
Voices,through a wire for years. 
Today,I am that woman of 76 years old.


Therese Bacha
  5/7/2013     Win No (7)


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Trolling for Love

I'm floatin in a boat,
in the middle of the sea,
and I've got my trusty fishing rod with me.
I'm trolling for love, 
sweet, soft and demure,
so I cast our my line, 
and my heart is the lure.
come on precious mermaid, 
come hither sweet girl,
hop into my boat, 
and lets give it a whirl,
with our wing tips igniting, 
and our eyes brightly glowing,
deep passion pulsating, 
sweet liquid love flowing.

http://lovestruehome.com/


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Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family


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THE DIVINE MOOD

The Divine Mood visited me
today.  Swimming in the clouds,
tearing at my heart.

As worlds fell into parts,
my being, my breath fell apart.

EXHALE

Breathe in.  Make room for
the Divine Heart.

Warm and toasty, a warm
cinnamon bun.  Like a cat 
purr in the sun.  There is so
little warmth.  Eyes have a 
hard time focusing;  the best 
part of the day is done.

Beautiful in the galaxy.  Search
for the gallery.  Tiredness reaches
my soul.

There is a hole where there used
to be none.  A space is opening
with or without me.  This will be 
done.  What to do with this fatigue;

Rest here or rest there I am the wings
of the 
BELOVED.


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DAMAGED MY TRUE LOVE

written 17th Sept 2013



When it comes to love, I AM poisonous
 don't let me curse another, leave me loveless

For the first time in my life, I felt your pain and cried for your heart
 my heart finally hurts, knowing I passed this pain from the start

Please find help to set your heart free
 trust me, it's not a life you recover from easily 

Damaged goods I told you, unrepairable
 but some how, you managed the impossible

Unlovable for my entire life
 yet you had no problem, getting me to become your wife

Yes, it's been more than both of us should have ever had to bear
 at this moment, every cell in my body is overwhelmed, so I really do care

Please don't enter my life's pain and despair  
 you don't deserve it, you are so patient and filled with such love

I'm sorry I let myself fall in love knowing it would poison you
 soul mates forever and eternity, my love belongs only to you...




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Lost into a deep black hole

I was trapped
and bemused
feeling sad
and confused
a subatomic particle
lost into a deep black hole
and suddenly
you stuck in your magic telescope
and I opened up
like a flower
I shot out like a periscope
a mystical kaleidoscope
like a solar flare 
without a care
my heart exploded into a supernova
and then, 
I woke up in your constellation
a phantasmagorical revelation
so ecstatic
and divine
orgasmic 
and sublime
I'm staying here forever, 
until the end of time.


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Soul Awakening

Soul Awakening

Wrapped in your arms
My soul awakened 
From a long dark sleep
My heart is now alive
No more do I weep
My lover’s smile 
So tender and true
A sweet ray of God’s sunshine 
Lead me to you
Blissful now
Content somehow 
Where once my heart 
Was pummeled 
And pounded
No more do I fear
Love sounds
Sounded…
Love is now all that I hear
So hold me close
My darling one
With you by my side
All fear is gone….


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The sunrise of your sacred love

the sunrise of your sacred love,
paints the hollow desert in my mind,
scattered grains of windblown thoughts,  
frozen remnants from another time,
your liquid brush scrape shards of pain,
from deep within my dark terrain,
and like a scarlet phoenix I rise again,
I climb your thighs,
and stroke your breasts,
I kiss your luscious, tender lips,
drink your luminescent eyes,
and dive right in,
such a surprise.
I didn't realize, 
that your love would be like this,
you've raised me from a dark abyss,
and placed me deep within your heart,
I'm warm, content and gently smiling,
lost forever,
in your love beguiling.

(from the chapter "Divinity of Woman" in Love's True Home, now available online in
hardcover, paperback, and as an e-book)
http://srigawntufahr.com/


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Thoughts from the Mind of a Blogger


It was a chilly morning in paradise...

Autumn was already here...

A time for strange things to happen, as it is that time of year...

She was up most of the night, doing a write....

Regarding some hubs and her series titled "Legend of Fred "

Ahh the questions she had... rolling around in her head..

Were “where were her readers, her followers “ her Hubbers...?

They had all seemed to like what she wrote in the past..

But lately her hubs were falling so fast....

She had written articles on health and life..

perhaps she had targeted too much strife...

Maybe they wanted to read about food..

But when you're not a cook, that would be kinda rude..

Oh, will wonders never cease ?

So she decided she'd get some zzzzz's

She lay in her bed, not moving at all...

but breathing quite deeply, as I saw the covers fall...

So I stretched my muscles and walked ever so slow..

So as not to wake her , then I spied her big toe..

Sticking out from the blanket..it was such a temptation..

And with me having such a" foot fixation".. however...

She needed the rest , so she can finish her quest..

I have some thoughts of my own...

that I would like to share in a poem..

And I would be happy to help her.. but..

I don’t think the world is ready for me...

as I am a BLOGGING CAT.. you see

So I will close for now...everyone have a great week...as

I'm off to seek something that has a tweak and a squeak..


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BEYOND by Anna Lo P

..beyond fantasy, beyond reality
  beyond past, beyond present
  beyond belief, beyond faith 
  beyond imperfection, beyond beauty
  beyond youth, beyond gray.

  beyond joy, beyond hurt
  beyond honesty, beyond lies
  beyond truth, beyond doubts
  beyond humility, beyond pride
  beyond good, beyond evil.
  
  beyond kindness, beyond cruelty  
  beyond happiness, beyond sadness
  beyond possession, beyond obsession
  beyond boundaries, beyond time
  beyond death, beyond Life.

  To surpass all these, lies both their Fate.
  
  He will find Her, to have a purpose & see the light
  She will find Him, to have a meaning & feel the life
  Fortuity, Serendipity, Fate and Destiny 
  They'll meet again, holding onto their Love & Faith...

  ...xoxo...


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INFINITY

Fear of infinity sits with me
today, eternity flies, looms,
hovers stretches the heart
must make room for the 
dark

space I am to embark.
Though I let my eyes search
for God within;
let my eyes mingle with
the Cosmic wind.

Afraid of what will be
stormy slaps.  It is not
really your place to
see such grace.

The thorny drift burnished 
by that crush around the
trees, now I'm afraid God,
now I'm glad you are with me.


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A running chestnut or no - on essay,idiocracy

Altogether unprofitable sentimental but no fool they call him an old sap 		        The taste of knowledge to him is sweet to get more valuable than sap to a tree	   even more valuable than the gold that runs from seven hills					 prolongs the days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened.				  The Lord does hate pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth         the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom with an expected end pure love                  as God gives the increase I have tasted the Lord is gracious				           A strong warning from the savior Jesus He is Lord						   whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire                                      some may say the old sage is just saber rattling 					             Essayage the shoe on the other foot walking a mile				                   in someone else shoes who has two left feet and one leg longer				          truly your feet are bound to get sore circling around the mountain 	 			    just assaying the metal who is your maker I know mine 					         For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, 						        works for us a far more exceeding eternal weight of glory						 I am not straining gnats just spitting out the the filthy camel 				      Love the Lord God Jesus and every man your neighbor                             all the glory of man as the flower of grass like sagebrush					     God made foolish the wisdom of this world                				put your faith and hope in God and not in men 								 though man's urban inflections change the Word of the Lord stands sure                       Everlasting superior are God's ways than man's momentary dullness


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Your crazy passion

you inhale me
and 
saturate me
with your crazy passion
and
as you exhale me
I shoot out like a flaming comet
from the constellations
swirling in your eyes
exploding like a meteor shower
high into the sky
and then 
you drink me in
and cast me deep 
into your torrid rapids
my glistening wings
flutter
slowly melting
shimmering silver rivulets
liquid feathers 
dripping
into the glorious ocean
of holy splendour 
forever free
lost inside your ecstasy
in the center 
of effervescent love
your precious golden heart


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THE GIFT OF WIND

winding scarves on my face
blowing air through my skin
skirting around my legs searching
in my soul rooting out the pegs
of memory of other winds of
time    spaceless    nameless
places and scenes that are
past and gone lifted up out of
sorrow far away gone  gone
long gone free with the wind


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RAW

Struck with this bleeding 
heart
drips dropping straining
the pores of so many
open sores.

Needles pricked in one
more.

I am struck raw
wretched, stabbed and torn.
Old bleeding sores left
dripping by the door.

We won't leave this way
but
you already have many 
times before.


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An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


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Listening Closer to Myself

I give to you...
And you gave to me...
A rash, a fever, headache and the Flu...
I told you not to go without a coat...
And now you’ve got a very bad sore throat...
With fever and pain in all your muscles...
Coughing and sniffles, with draining from nostrils...
Tissues scattered all over the floor...
Bottles and pills from the drugstore...
Chicken soup is what I recommend...
But a sandwich also you did command...
And how about some chips and a nice cold brew...
For days I made you a priority...
Your every whim took seniority...
And then it happened, I started to sweat...
Became lethargic, and better yet...
You were over your bout with the Flu...
As I plopped my body onto the bed...
You stated you were going out to get something to eat...
So I could get some well deserved sleep...
As you closed the door, I heard you say...
Call me when you get better, OK ?
And that’s what brings me here today...
Perhaps I should listen closer to what I say...
" You should take better care of yourself ! “


 




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Short Time On The Porch

As the crickets sing flooding, saturating my being__enveloped I am in sound and moist 
air..In the sky ballet figure dances dressed in very tight white leotard bounding across 
the stage, leaping into mid-air with a whole troop dressed in pink pastel costumes on 
back of the stage..The music crescendos swellinng to the final jump then the sun's tip 
comes up over the horizon..Life moves on and the day's work begins..Grateful I am for the 
few minutes on the porch..


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I Shall Wait For You My Beloved

I shall wait for you to come my beloved
For you are my white star of twilight
The moon in the sky’s far end

I shall rise up with thee
Lie down with thee
For in my dreams thou art always with me

Oh Great Spirit
When our time has come
Join us together as one in the wilderness of your sacred home
When you look upon us give us your peace and refreshing sleep

For you and I my beloved, are two halves joined together
Each others distant shore
The left and right wings of the bird
Two halves of a seashell

We are apart, yet connected by a greater love
I shall wait for you my love 

The sun and moon bless the union of our spirits
Designed by our Creator for life’s endless journey
Joined like a tree to earth, a cloud in the sky
You are a part of me, as I am of you
Bonded by the Great White Spirit

You are my love, my heart’s best  friend
Our love will never cease, never end
I know it is thou who moves within my heart
Now and forever my beloved - I shall wait for you to come
Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ my love
_______________________________________________________________________

"Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ means I love you in Navajo"


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The Master Carpenters tree

The impressive mighty trees
Are birthed from such small seed
Drawing resilience from the sun
And earth’s fertile garden bed

Trees wooden trunk has shaped 
And sustained for centuries many in varied ways 
Some over and upon oceans wide
Where waves stroke shapely hulls 
And lull to sleep the hapless venturer 
Trusting in woods durable strength and buoyancy

And from such crafted boughs 
And whispered sounds 
Her meekness and strength is seen and heard 
Like the creaks of grandma’s rocking chair
Where the hapless wanderer was first rocked to sleep

Trees have cradled and rocked in their arms 
High and low of this world
The greatest of these was in a lowly manger 
In an animals crib 
But for this one tree its destiny was marked 
Chosen before time

For on this tree’s wooden shoulders 
It bore God’s greatest gift–
A Holy Child born - Like it- 
For one purpose only – 
To become accursed - on its wooden cross 
To bear the sins of All 
The Holy Son then rose - triumphantly from earth’s fertile soil

Into His Father’s arms


© Brenda V Northeast 11th   March   2012
 


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Did You Observe It

One day I said to love
Will you be rain
She is speechless !

Next day I expressed to love 
Will you be sunshine
She is soundless !

Day after day , I have been requesting her
Will you be sky
Will you be bird
Will you be my pleasure
She is silent !

one day love says to me
You will be soil
And I shall be flower

Thenceforth when the flower kisses to the soil
Memorial of  love is created at that place

Did you observe it !

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


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Being Me at Last

We met at a time when we were young…
And believed in the words of love….
You wined me and dined me with your words..
I actually believed what you said…
I changed so much in those early years…
That I didn’t even know myself…
My friends and family became strangers as I put them on a shelf..
Only seeing them when you allowed me and gave permission to myself…
I had dreams of my own, to write and publish a book.. 
However you said..” what have you got to say ?” you’re not all that great anyway..
I put my dreams on hold, cause you told me mine were boring….
Although yours  were all talk, as you did nothing to progress....
You never even sought or tried to take a chance much less…
Your life became stagnant…and you blamed everyone else..
I gave you permission to run my life, so there’s no one to blame but myself…
You were like a person playing chess with themselves, never letting the other advance.
My life became so devoted to thee…
That I became no longer me…
The years slipped by, you became bored with me.
So you moved on to destroy another I see…..
But now I am happy as can be, and no longer bound by your words you see…
You left me with so much to say…that now I can write and publish  every single day….
 


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MY ONLY LOVE by Anna Lo PH

"MY ONLY LOVE" (BENIM TEK ASKIM)

"Lost in my solitary confinement
of being alone in this battle
waiting and hoping that someone will come and rescue me
and this loneliness will never drift me back to the deep sea.

True love I have been waiting for in a lifetime
has come right before me unexpectedly
but my fears and doubts of your coming
had led me to reach out to you still with uncertainties.

Now that you are in my reach
My life has never been so complete
Just you and me are all there is
Nothing else, just you and me.

Feeling uncertain of your love for me
sometimes makes me wonder of what you truly feel
maybe it was just me who wanted this coming
because you never said what you really seek.

And the moment I fear has finally come
To be alone again, back to where I've been gone
You are there and here I am
still wondering if we could ever be the same again.

Someday, I know that our paths will cross again
the connections we had can be restored and mended
Fate and destiny will bring us back closer
You and me together until forever.." 

...Eger seni ne kadar çok sevdigimi bir bilsen...
Seni cok ama seni Seviyorum.


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A PRAYER FOR PEACE OF MIND

Lord, make my eyes wide and bright,
That I may see much;
For the eyes are the windows of the soul.
Let mine shine with the light of Your love.

Give me big ears, Lord,
That I may hear much;
For the ears bring the blessing of sound.
Let mine be closed to curses and unkind words.

Make my mouth small, Lord,
That I may speak little;
For in the multitude of words,
Can be found confusion and much strife;

And make my heart large, soft and expandable,
That there may be room inside for more than self.
Let it not be hard and unyielding to the needs of others;
For all things need love and understanding.

Let these things be found in me, Lord,
That I may be pleasing in Your sight,
And my words music in Your ears,
That I may avoid Your chastisement.

Amen


"WHEREFORE, MY BELOVED BRETHREN, LET EVERY MAN BE SWIFT TO HEAR,SLOW TO SPEAK, SLOW TO WRATH; FOR THE WRATH OF MAN WORKETH NOT THE RIGHTEOUSNESS OF GOD."
            James 1:19-20


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BRING THE ALARM

Time Check..clock's not working
Weather Status.. the wind's blowing
Self Check..been a lethargic
Mind Status..still in nostalgic.

Everything doesn't seem right
Still holding, what maybe right
Must not fight, it isn't a bout
Ring the bell, to say Timeout.

Funny thing, I don't get it
Now it's just a sadness to beat
What seems to be joy then
Can't barely move on, until when.

Time Check..clock's not working
Weather Status.. the wind's blowing
Self Check..been a lethargic
Mind Status..still in nostalgic.

Tic-Tac-Tic-Tac, set the alarm
So I can go back to where I'm from
Tic-Tac-Tic-Tac, bring the alarm back
With you holding it, then I know you're BACK!!

...WAKE UP!!!...





 


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Before They Came

  
  	Before They Came
  	
  	Sitting here with my daughter between my knees, I braid her hair, One by one I place the lucky shells in her hair.I hear the call and response in my villiage.. The roll was being called. This gathering was different, The drums tell us we must gather to meet, as we will have guest to greet.
" Habari-Ghani -'' What's the news'' The news is, strangers are here, to look for wives, they want to take us away.                                                                                           The news is, our ways are not there ways, Father says we girls must go away to have a better life.                                                                                                                    Your husband died and no one in this Village will marry you he said; You have a daughter, you must think about.  
                I have many daughters and I cannot take care of you for life.! Things were Fine right before they came, We had our own way of solving problems.                                                                                                                            I want to smell the wood burning on the open fire, I want to dance in moonlight with my sisters, I want to eat from a coconut Shell.                                                                                                                                      I want things to be the same as the were; Before they came!                                                                                                                                       Simmering pots of love, burning wood and coconut shells....Bathing in rivers..weaving our love in baskets. Its been Five-hundred years and I am still here in my new home, holding onto memories of sun filled oceans.                                                                                                                                  Trying hard to hold on to the times of happiness...Before they came. Mamas Laughter, grandmothers wisdom, came with me on this journey. For dear life I am holding on, unashamed, I long for my life...before they came!


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Mary's Tribulation

Mary’s Tribulation

She wept from the depths of her bowels
For the child she brought into fruition.
Not knowing in her love,
She would witness the greatest of all sacrifices.
Tortured nerves washed with vinegar.
Nails driven through meridians to increase the pain.
PAIN, oh so great, oh so long,
That a Mother would die herself...
Beneath the cross

She wept and her heart broke in angst,
His purpose to teach mankind.
Her witness to His Love.
So great, the task, His life
His walk, so brief on earth.
Yet thousands of years, the story retold
Eternal salvation unfolds.
That a Mother would die herself...
Beneath the cross.



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I Hope You Know I'll Always Love You

I am what you call a hopeless 
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my 
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts 
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love 
me
She holds the heart to another and 
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she 
wants, not even when it comes to 
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy 
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I 
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless 
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast, 
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a 
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the 
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in 
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be 
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run 
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked 
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said 
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be 
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that 
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes 
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who 
your with 
I mean I only wrote this as I heard 
exchanging “I love you” flow from 
each of your lips.


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Golden Sun Of Spring

As spring's golden sun rises awakening the fog.  Its light reveals fog's gray clinging tenacles all about. A Dove coos softly singing in spaces opened up when the roosters quieten their chorus..The tree's dark silhouettes stand still for no breeze rustles the air this morn. Those Blackbirds are back their voices fill the Oaks with lively music.  Then they go down upon the good earth to feed upon the rich food available.  I don't even see anything there but they seem to find plenty everyday.  It seems they are here to stay this year.  They usually come for awhile then leave until about the same time the next year. I wonder if they are going to pair off and stay around.  Only God knows if they will stay or leave.  He has provided for the troup to have sufficient food everyday.  All they have to do is come and feed.  We His creation only have to come into His Presence each day for a short time, open our hearts and minds to hear His Voice.  He is there waiting won't you come and feed upon His Word(The Bible) and then wait to hear His Voice for it is pleasant to the ears..  


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ALONE NO MORE by Anna Lo P

..A lonely soul walking down the lonely road, 
with own shadow to tag along
thinking no one will walk with you
never let anyone, a chance to be with you.

I'm on the same road like you
looking for someone, and life too
empty heart, empty life,empty soul
feeling like everything is out of control.

We came across each other, unexpected
not noticing what we just might needed
both our lonely soul looking for life
also love and happiness in each stride.

We took the chance to be together
to travel that road we still wonder
at the back of our mind, we both question
"are you the one?", still a bone of contention. 

I reach for your hand to hold and grip
and said wholeheartedly in a leap
"I'll be your shadow & be your light 
no more empty Life, together, just hold on tight!

...xoxo 


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Easter Egg Thrice

This is mye Easter Sunday. This is the LORD Jesus Christ is Risen day and EGG day and 
Bunny day all rolled into a dry mourning in the homeless sack. A religious holiday day. 
Today eye found the secret of creation there is color added just to stones the rocks around 
us there is JESUS shades of blood permeating the stratus zones around us. Some quartz 
near eye today was strangley coloured in the mourning light some almost purple some dark 
red some a lighter almost white but gray slate is almost pink in early desert light. Perhaps it 
was just a fancy for eye was looking for delight in such a small desert spaced out place a 
mosaic there of the SON of GOD uncovered now for all the world to read about in EGGPoem 
thrice. Happy Easter Ewe on this wonderful Easter Sunday Sunrise penned in Notebook for 
Easter Egg Thrice.


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THREE IN ONE

Father God,
The Omnescient One,
The Alpha and The Omega.
Almighty, Powerful, Unfathomable Love.
The Head of The Holy Trinity.

Jesus, The Son,
Love Incarnate.
Son of God, Son of Man,
Savior and Friend.
The Lamb of God is He.

Holy Spirit,
The Light and the Essence,
Of God The Father, Himself.
Convictor, Teacher,
Seeker of Souls,
Sent to comfort you and me.

Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
There's three in one, you see,
And we are created in His image,
So again there's one in three.

Body, Soul and Spirit too,
Again there's three in one.
He said,"We'll make him in Our own image,
And to teach him I'll send My Son."


"I AM THE 'A' AND THE 'Z' , THE BEGINNING AND THE END OF ALL THINGS, SAYS GOD, WHO IS THE LORD. THE ALL POWERFUL ONE WHO IS AND WAS AND IS COMING AGAIN."
                                                                                                  Rev. 1:6

"ONE DAY AFTER THE CROWDS HAD BEEN BEEN BAPTIZED JESUS, HIMSELF WAS BAPTIZED AND AS HE WAS PRAYING THE HEAVENS OPENED AND THE HOLY SPIRIT IN THE FORM OF A DOVE SETTLED UPON HIM AND A VOICE FROM HEAVEN SAID,'YOU ARE MY BELOVED  SON IN WHOM I AM WELL PLEASED."
                                                      Luke 4:21-23


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Sacred Mother Earth- Colors Of Nature

Oh Great Woman of all Nature
  Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
  with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
 

The golden, moon bathed Sands
  that are gently caressed
 by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
  to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
 

Your moist, emerald green hills 
 filled with enchanting, lovely flowers 
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
 of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
 

I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
  in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
  of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image 
  so deep within my mind
 

All your violet-blue endless horizons
  Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
  Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
   in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
 

I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
  for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
   in your glorious skies of cerulean blue


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OH BEAUTIFUL SUNDAY MORNING

 
Oh beautiful Sunday morning,

Glad to meet you oh beautiful Sunday morning,

Though you are windy and snowy in appearance,

Yet I wouldn't mind having a walk with you to the house of worship.



(c) 2012


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Fable Five

 Fable Five 
Fable Five 
 
IN THREE PARTS 
 
Part One: The DOVE 

eye picked up the dove now dead creature clasped him to my bosom brest 
no sorrow feeling only life within my chest 
eye enabled faith eye tossed the dove 
upward into tree for landscaping seems to me a more decent burial rest 
one word escaped my lipps eye just said JESUS 
eye wish that eye could tell ewe that the dove it flew away 
eye did not tempt the LORD this day 
the bird went further on my throw 
eye expected just to here the branches crashing at his fall 
eye expected him to make a lot of noises there was none 
no it did not fall 
there is hope inside of mee still and yet that yes it flew 
this dove to Heaven when it left. 

Part Two: Dandylion 
 
when the gardeners of the palace make the grass a certain size 
they run the mowers side by side 
to make the power gasses cut the grasses 
every one of the now chopped to pieces dandelions gone 
except mye one 
in a state of childlike fate eye ran to edge of lawn and placed some of my 
baggage down long enough to kick the dandelion down 
a man my age just having certain fun 
and smile remembering a childhood never found 

Part Three: New Blue Jeans 
 
the shortest part of fable five is this the three part not contrived 
the jeans are long on legs so short and waisted wide to hide the layers eye 
needed to survive a cold and cheerless night 
eye tore the tags from pockets soon to hold my treasures of a man long old and 
finding love in one dear place mye ewe she loves the way eye dress she loves 
my look upon my face when eye just smile embrace 
she must be smiling now at FABLE FIVE. 


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About Face

I lurk in the shadow of band with words worthy of the pianist's hands. My nature speaks, not rings in tones. Sadly my lady's words rain dour doubts building wall's of stone; let the music of voice reign! pleasure rain! Chip the stone pebble by pebble and remember your name, it has never changed though life's outcome shall by not embracing the day. Love me as I love you and we will be love true. Remember your mother's music, for it is the womb's tune that guides you through and through. Do those young eyes forget their right to stare without regret at revelation of a soul bared? My world harnesses lust, truth, love, desire, these attributes I long to share. Befuddled? Yes, I can be. It's nature not the choice of me. Even thoughts forgot wander wondering at how it can be, pride over perjury? Shame takes precedence  sadly through time, preceding all I believed to be mine. Defeat? No... I don't think, though, I cannot deny slight retreat. Where are the lies built on emotion? Those protective cries that hold dominion over forward motion? As always, truth stands in solitude as the only word as brave as love. When truth possesses love and selflessness! Can it actually be as it appears after all the year's of the damned favoring me? In closing it seems I'm fending the fears that taught my years the wizardry of all that I have seen.


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Speak To Me

In the darkness, is where the light hides

the quiet soul meditates in the silence

of his thoughts. 

Only to shine when revealed in Words;

and only comes to pass when spoken.


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Juliet's Plea

~“Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here
Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,
But Romeo may not."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 3.3

Juliet's Plea

Dost thou deem, heav'n only rises with the corpse
upon the last sweet breathe of virgin light
as face dost pale to pearl and roses leave my lips tonight
Romeo, my living eyes knew naught your purpose.

In sooth, I thought thee dead on that black night
and so, no other earthly joy could stay my heart
but heav'ns had we all, before this sorry plight
pray pardon love, I would nay have thee depart.

Abide, abide my love, my Romeo, alas...
by your leave, I hold St. Peter’s gate op’ for thee
And verily, I wait for time is naught in death 
and thee, my love, my Lord, are all to me. 

*Their love and their deaths were a scandel.


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All is well

Though my many belongings be now gone My family members be scattered in distance and in heart Illness has fallen upon my body holding me captive In my heart ... deep within my soul I cry out ... ‘All is well’ For I cannot count my thoughts as good Nor my ways as upright For God’s thoughts are higher, His ways are perfect He is above all ... deep within my soul I cry out ... ‘All is well’ For everything is the Lord’s Thus I am also, therefore because I am His He gets the first fruits of my love and life In my heart ... deep within my soul I cry out ... ‘All is well’


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Alone

I am alone...
You are alone...
He is alone...
She is alone...

We are alone...

And watching rhythm of loneliness ! 

Oh God ! You are great......

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


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Holy Passion

ALERT: A carpenter's son is loose in the Temple
Birds flutter, animals hustle, merchants scream.
The zeal for Jesus' Father's house consumes Him
As the place for foreigners to pray had become a zoo.
 
ALERT: A prophet is setting up for a Baal battle.
Baal's priests even cut themselves yet no fire.
After taunting, Elijah fills his altar with water.
Calling on God, fire consumes and people bow.
 
ALERT: An old man is building a huge boat ship.
Without a cloud in the sky and only son's to help.
When finished the animals come on call to board.
Rain starts, doors close – 8 saved by holy passion.
 
ALERT: Jesus is telling a tax collector he'll join him for dinner.
Heedless of the Pharisees despising and the crowd's surprise.
Zacchaeus totally changes – offering to multiply stolen money.
A single sinner saved multiplies even more this holy passion.
 
ALERT: Peter plus are preaching in the Temple again.
After being imprisoned for just that, now rearrested.
Whipped by the authorities, the disciples rejoice -
For they've been counted worthy to suffer with Christ.

ALERT: Daniel's praying openly even after it's become illegal.
The royal advisers gleefully have the king throw him to the lions.
Strangely they don't seem hungry till after Daniel is pulled out.
So the king openly praises Daniel's God for this amazing miracle.
 
DOUBLE ALERT: Jesus is talking to a Samaritan woman!!!!
Breaking cultural barriers to share the message of salvation
To her who has been married 5 times and is living with the 6th.
She believes he's the Messiah and brings the town to Christ!
 
ALERT: Paul's going back into the same town that stoned him.
He's preaching again after shipwreck, jail, beatings, and such.
Persecution seems to encourage Paul that he's doing the right.
Passionately following the Savior who turned Him 180 degrees.
 
ALERT: Bible translators burned at the stake for God's Word.
Missionaries avoid death and disease long enough to share life.
Stirring Holy Passion in receptive people who repeat the cycle.
Changing cultures in bondage into those sharing Jesus' love.
 
ALERT: What passion has the Lord put on your heart? Mine?
Can we pray to see His will find its way in our everyday lives
So the lost shall see, hear, find Christ and grow to share Him?
Eternity is forever, this life is not. Fill us Lord with holy passion.


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the moon

The moon is so high.
the moon is so low.the moon is dark.
 the moon is light.the moon is blind.the moon is not.
the moon is great.the moon is whiled. the moon is with in
so look at the moon and say youll never change.






love jamie


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If for no other reason -- ? (You fill in the blank) - ?

    There seem to be many, but never are there plenty.  In the begining was the word and
that he became life from the same (?) that has no ending.  If there are feeling's you would
like to express at this very moment, what would that word be ?  Would that word be enough
to immentily self-expose you are me.  "If for no other reason", you and only you, must de-
cide when you have reach the thressinghold of being "tired of being sick and tire", and for-
ever and ever when you have reach that plattoe do you seek out the word that truly will give
meaning to that interest of desire.  
"If for no other reason", do we all realize that the world owe's you nothing.  The blight of man
kind itself is that it has obliviated the courtship of "Trust" and looking in your rearview mirror
as you drive from one episode to the next, another question needs some answer's.  Can the
word that became life, would trust be able to lift you (me) from the sidewalk to the "good
season".  O'You, Can you see your Breakthrough.  You know never are there plenty but there
do seem to be many, people that has grown tire beyond just being (?) and now "If for no
other reason", you cann't allow your breakthrough to come to (?) then the season of spring-
summer and or fall, will never return to lift you away from being You.  And blessing goes on
and you will be stuck amoung the abusers forsakening the mystery of why you're so (?)..
    How do you really feel, "feel about life right now". Really, yes in the beginning was the 
word and now I know you have heard, that be became life and you and I are heir's on that
(?) and I myself do not know why you feel the way you do.  Why in Afghanistan is there to
come a day when peace describe the word of today and hope pertains an idea for tomorrow.
How do you (?) today.  Are you mad enough to kill, are you slouthful in all due season inso
enough you steal.
    There seem to be many, there very-well maybe people that shall not keep it real.  Send
our boy's home Mr. President, within the power of your might.  If for no other reason, just
because all the people are beyond their thresshold with no place to go but up, it is what shall
hide our pain - when your breakthrough is known as (?).  "If for no other reason", I feel
today, is my "Season".


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ALWAYS A CHAMPION

I was born into a whole wide world
With feeble limbs and simple mind
At entrance, I could feel the heat
Suggesting another world different from where I was
Opening my eyes, I could see the faces of warriors
With hands to battle though with smiling faces
I could feel a great burden on me
I knew it was time to face my destiny
It kept ringing on my mind you are a champion, born to win
With my guardians, I began to learn
Took a step, one after the other
When I fell, I rose to walk, limp or do both
Muttered what I have to say hoping to communicate
I began to advance in height and knowledge
With great sensitivity to my environment
I felt love and hatred, brutality and friendship
I heard lies and deception, sincerity and truth
I saw light and darkness, day and night
I learned the right from wrong but found it difficult to do the right
Because the system was stuffed with evil
Since the nature could not accommodate vacuum
I chose the right because I knew my destiny
I chose to profess the truth despite the challenges faced
The opposition was great that I had to remind myself of my destiny
Born to war, destined to conquer and win
Always a champion stamped from above

(c) 2010


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Late Comer

Spent and Battle Weary, the exhausted figure trudges the well worn path like the to-ings and fro-ings of some relentless seaside donkey. Utterly defeated,she resumes her rhythmic rocking, almost robotic in its ministry. No welcome here for this fretful form Out of time This usurper of liberty, predator of new found freedom, like the parasitic mistletoe as it clings to the enduring oak Consumes the spirit Outflanked by convention, choice simply a misconception, The woman capitulates before her adversary. The final shades of moonlight fade from the sky. The child, enveloped in the first vestiges of sleep, Surrenders its hold. The early morning sunlight precociously animates its shadowy dance; and Fairies cavort upon this tiny form, playground of elfins and pixies; the elixir, the effervescence in champagne. I brush the hair from the forehead of the sleeping child My heart is swollen No enigma here; only my daughter


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Gator Bait Series 1st Cold Snapped

The wind was blowing when she left the city...

I believe it was twenty below...

Where she was going she already knew...

But... first she had things she had to do...

Get rid of the body that was clear....

There were no options, it had to disappear....

The heater was broken and blowing cold air...

She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..

She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...

As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...

All she had asked him, was to light a fire...

To take off the chill in the house....

Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped

And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..




It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..

This was his favourite fishing spot...

She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..

And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....

Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..

When I get to the Florida Keys..


PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "










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My Heart

                                                             My Heart
                                        My heart skipped a beat when you said,
                                        That your love for me is truly dead,
                                        And those nights as we cuddled in love
                                        Now I knownthey were salsly of.

                                        Why break my heart apart,
                                         Using it with those hatefull darts.
                                         Now, my heart gave you all its passion
                                         Still you use it like some fancy fashion.

                                         All those memories of our joy,
                                         Now, seems like I was your little toy.
                                         "Wow," My heart hurts from your hate,
                                         But at lease I've learned loves angry fate


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Fable 666

Fable 666 

SALVATION 

The good news is THIS, Salvation has come to EARTH. 
The bad news is to some of you; it is only found in JESUS. 
There is a prevalent personal jesus in the CHURCH today 
So that people have confused the works of the spirit with Salvation, judging 
others by what they themselves of course are doing wrong even neglection of 
Christ as the cornerstone. Also there is an inflated self-important personage 
inside people, not as something special made of GOD, but as something 
fashioned not from GOD at all, but from their laws. The first thing to remember is 
the wooden thing the CROSS, how JESUS stretched his arms and gave to us his 
life, HIS DEATH is saving us. HE laid inside a TOMB of absolutely stone in a 
place no one really ever wants to go. 
Conflict comes when people live in houses and drive cars money is the plastic 
jesus ruling all their lives and hearts. 
Let me tell you Mister LAW if you have murdered to further your influence and your 
wealth you just may someday wake up in a burning HELL. For the final chapter 
written in the judgment hall of GOD is the Hell of GOD to come from judgment to 
them all the naked and the dead shall stand there and give account of everything 
they done to a JUST and living GOD. No badge upon your chest no belt with 
bullits and with guns. No one to take your place for HE is sitting on the throne 
judging everyone. The Trick if trickery there is to come is to say the namme of 
JESUS and just do it quickly for there is horror waiting in the afterlife for someone 
misinformed in LAW. Rich men seldom win the battles with the sin. Everyone 
needs JESUS. Say JESUS and come in to a Heaven made of LOVE. 
 
           
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SCOFFING LOVE

`````````````````````````````````````````````````````March 27, 2013
Vicki Acquah




WHICH WITTY POEM
 DID YOU INSPIRE IN ME,
WHAT SINCERE PRAISE
 DID YOU GIVE MY WORDS
WHEN I THOUGHT 
ENOUGH OF YOU
SEND A POEM YOUR WAY.
WHICH LINE DID YOU WRITE WITH
MY SPIRIT SURROUNDING YOU
.
WHAT SONG DID YOU SING WHEN
YOU THOUGHT OF MY NAME
WHY DID YOU SAY YOU LOVED ME.
WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MAKE YOU SMILE,
HOW DID YOU GET IN MY HEAD ANYHOW
.
WHAT PART OF ME DID YOU AROUSE.
WHY DO I SAY I LOVE YOU.?
WERE YOU SINCERE WHEN YOU SAID "AMEN"
TO THE WISDOM THAT I SHARED
WERE YOU ONE OF THOSE WHO THOUGHT
YOUR MOCKING,WAS MORE VALUABLE
THAN COMPLIANCE.
 
 I HAVE LIVED WITH THE
RESENTMENTS OF SCOFFERS.
I DIGEST YOUR RESPONSE WITH A GULP..
I THOUGHT SO MUCH BETTER OF YOU.
 
I DO NOT HAVE A REAL CLUE-AS TO WHY YOU
WOULD BE THE ONE TO UNDERMINE
AND SCOFF AT LOVE-WITH SNIDE REMARKS
OF FALSE PRIDE;
I WAS CALLED TO THIS THRONE
YOU SEEK TO BANISHING ME FROM.
 
HOWEVER THIS can NEVER BE DONE,
NO MAN CAN PUT ASUNDER
WHAT WAS SET IN MOTION
BY THE HIGHER LAWS OF NATURE
 
I SPEAK OF THE ILLS IN SOCIETY
I SPEAK OF FALSE REALITIES.
WHAT YOU DIDN'T SAY HOLDS FAST INSIDE.
I SAW WHAT YOU DIDN'T DO,
AND WONDER WHY.
 
IN-SPITE OF YOUR MOCKERY
I STILL HAVE A LOVE INSIDE OF ME
THAT ADORES THE GREATNESS IN YOU
EVEN IF YOU CHOOSE TO UNDERMINE
THIS ONLY BOTHERS ME
BECAUSE OF THE EFFECT 
IT WILL HAVE ON YOU
 
ONLY MY FRIENDS WHO ARE GENUINE,
WILL CONTINUE TO RIDE ON MY CLOUD NINE.
RECEIVING NO THREATS, AS
HUMAN I BE, HUMAN I AM 
WITH THE ATTRIBUTES OF
GODDESSES AND MAN
 
TAKE WHAT YOU LIKE AND LEAVE THE REST.
BECAUSE OF THE WORTH I SEE IN YOU .
BECAUSE OF THE WORTH I SEE IN YOU .
THAT'S WHY I SO PERFECTLY ...TOLERATE YOU .
AND OF COURSE WHAT IS LEFT 
NEED NOT BE DISTURBED AT BEST
 
ONE DAY YOU WILL FIGURE THINGS OUT,
ONE DAY YOU WILL KNOW WHY
I SHARED A PART OF MY LIFE WITH YOU .
ONE DAY YOU WILL SEE
THE VALUES THATS BEEN  PLACE IN ME
.
BECAUSE OF THE MIRACLE--
OF LOVE AND FATE COMBINED
ONE DAY REASON WILL COMPLY
WITH YOUR FINITE MIND.
I KNOW WHO I AM EVEN 
THOUGH YOU DON'T
YOU DO NOT RIDE ON MY RHYTHM
OR STEP TO MY DRUMBEAT.
 
BUT STILL you will -TWEAK TO MY HEARTBEAT.
YET MORE WILL BE UNDERSTOOD BYE AND BYE..
AND FOR THOSE WHO FEEL,AND
APPRECIATE EACH OTHERS POETRY or story                                                      
EVENTUALLY ...THE reason will BE REVEALED
 
SO... WHEN THE SLIPPERY HAND OF HOPE IS
EXTENDED UNTO YOU
REACH UP AND GRAB IT
MAKE SURE YOUR GRIP IS FIRM.
 
BECAUSE WHO KNOWS 
WHY SCOFFERS SCOFF 
WHEN LOVE SPEAKS OUT OF CONCERN 
JUST BE PATIENT AND WAIT
SINCERITY AND LOVE
NEVER NEEDS DEFENDING .
ALL YOU LESS CALLOUS , 
WHO SEEK UNDERSTANDING
AS OPPOSED TO MALICE
 
I WILL JUST WAIT AT THE MOUNTAIN TOP  
ONE DAY WITH OPEN EYES YOU'LL COME
THE SLACKERS SHALL JOIN US THERE. 
NO NEED TO COMPARE,WE ALL NEED PRAYER
 
AS LONG AS WE ARE NOT STUCK IN RUTS
OR ON THE SLIPPERY SLOPE OF CONTEMPT 
AS LONG AS WE WHO HOLD THE ROPE 
ARE WILLING TO PULL OUR BROTHERS UP
WITH OUR WORDS,THE POETS WORDS  
THE MESSAGE FOR THE MASSES IS HOPE..
.
SO I LIVE FOR THE POEMS YOU SEND MY WAY 
FOR I GROW STRONG IN OUR RELATIONSHIP 
SAILED BY THE WINDS OF YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT
TO MY POETS MY TRUE FRIENDS,
I TRULY KNOW WHO YOU ARE, and...
DON'T EVER THINK I DON'T.              

  EVENTUALLY ...THE MEANING OF THINGS WILL 
BE REVEALED, SO... WHO KNOWS WHY SCOFFERS 
SCOFF WHEN EVER LOVE SPEAKS OUT.
 JUST BE PATIENT AND WAIT, SINCERITY AND LOVE
 NEVER NEEDS DEFENDING 

.ALL YOU LESS CALLOUS PEOPLE,WHO SEEK 
UNDERSTANDING AS OPPOSED TO MALICE, JUST WAIT
 AT THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN. 
ONE DAY WITH OPEN EYES 
THE SLACKERS SHALL JOIN YOU THERE. 
NO NEED TO COMPARE,WE ALL NEED PRAYER,
AS LONG AS WE ARE NOT STUCK ON THE
SLIPPERY SLOPE, OF CONTEMPT , 
AS LONG AS WE WHO HOLD THE ROPE
 ARE WILLING TO PULL OUR BROTHER UP

WITH OUR WORDS,THE POETS WORDS :
 THE MESSAGE FOR THE MASSES IS HOPE..
.SO I LIVE FOR THE POEMS YOU SEND MY WAY,

 FOR I GROW STRONG IN OUR RELATIONSHIP 

BY THE WINDS OF YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT,

TO MY POETS MY TRUE FRIENDS

,I TRULY KNOW WHO YOU ARE,
 DON'T EVER THINK I DON'T.


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Billy

On a street long ago 
with a sidewalk and curb, 
Back when houses seemed huge, 
In a child's wide-eyed way.
 
On a screen porch, played quietly, 
As not to disturb. 
For my mother was having 
A headache that day.

All the front yards were deep, 
Nestled back from the street. 
With a walkway of concrete 
And large, shady trees. 

Every morning, I waited 
to yell, then retreat, 
When the giant man walked by, 
never noticing me. 

All I knew was the little 
They let children know, 
That he lived with his mother, 
On the far side of town.
 
He was big and slumped over 
And walked very slow. 
Not a person remembered 
Him utter a word. 

As he passed by our walkway, 
I readied my shout, 
Then remembered, "Play quietly", 
Mom's head hurt today.
 
I recall as he stopped, 
Slowly turning about, 
Then he started his blunderous
Footsteps my way. 

I was puzzled and frozen,  
A chill up my spine. 
When he reached our front steps, 
I could hear mother say,
 
"Hello Billy", then ask 
if his mom was okay,
As she latched the screen door,
Nudging me back away. 

Mother always recounted 
What happened that day. 
And she spoke of the good heart 
That lay deep within.
 
It was only that once 
I missed shouting his way.
Billy worried, not hearing 
His four year old friend. 


Gene Bourne
08-17-14


 


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THE NEW WORLD IS NOW

they are born
in a world thats torn
its not mabe
these are babies
has a cry sound
tell you too
THE NEW WORLD IS
NOW


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We Are Animals

fighting back instinct for modern civilization

denying truth for some desperate stab

at feeling special; above and beyond

making ourselves jealous

insecure

imaginatively punishing others for doing

what we are also doing ourselves

and despite our best efforts

and through all of our confusion

and even for being brutally, fervently

faithful 

(because it's 'the done thing')

human x is to human y

as sperm is to egg

we are animals

 

rthom10


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Education is Power

Who is in charge of our children's education?
What happens when parents don't do their job?
When children have no sense of reading, writing,
till they hit that school room head on?

Who is responsible to initiate, ingratiate, the word,
so language is understood from infancy and
not suddenly at five years old when
communication receives the attention it deserves?

Parents stand up and take notice
schools do not provide the only source
You are your child's first teacher
You are the one who gives him voice.

From you he will learn expression
From you he will learn who he is
From you he will learn his roots
Give him your love and attention.

Provide an environment filled with books
A place where reading takes precedence
Instill in him a joy for learning
With gentle hand and loving looks.

Model the love of learning
read on your own or with
till without even knowing
he'll develop a yearning
to know, to explore, to evaluate
all there is and more.


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EggPoemIIToo

Eye came unhurriedly into the Ronstadt center walking unhurriedly for it is a Sunday 
Schedule on the Bus Sun Tran couple this with Easter and a holiday to boot upon the land of 
this renewed AmeriCa, may GOD in Jesus help mee eye forgive her; When to mye surprise 
delight a happy Easter eye surprised the EGG just laying there forlorn and forgotten from the 
Basket on a ledge where bus patrons sit and Gather dust just waiting for the buss there it 
was boiled and purple colored Easter Egg with White left interspaced and looking closely eye 
discovered some spattered mottley colors there none of them a primary some EGG childe 
artiste had created this created creation just for eye to find so eye peeled it carefully of shell 
but some color still remained on EGG transporting me back home to MOTHER and to Yard 
again while eating EGG a man now eye took half of it away with just one bite while eyeing 
yellow yolk inside a smile then one more bite egg was gone a swallow a lifetime 
remembered happy childhood was revisited all in one short moment of an Easter Sunday 
Suntran Bus day. On this mye Easter Sunday. 


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CharlaXTitle8

Schism
 FAITH is a shield that covers a man from head to toe. True faith surpasses dead works. And now to this title poem. Ed. Note. There is GOD and his SON and his SPIRIT they aer three separated and distinct images and yet they aer one persona one giant mega person perhaps with three faces. No one has yet completely deciphered his image iff an artiste was to create to paint GOD eye suppose it could look something like an Ancient of Days upon a Throne not once but thrice with the same face three times the image of the SON being the predominate one. The first image an old ancient man. The second one is harder a Scepter in his hand of Righteousness a crown of Diadems jewelry that cannot be likened to money or material wealth but as a sign and symbol of his Authority. Jesus has a Crown for he is Ruler of this universe. The third image; that one of the Spirit, is yet harder to discern the same Jesus face in a burning glowing place. A Glow of Flame a Fire; however, made of warmth and love.
A SPIRIT made of GOD. He broke the Horn off Satan forehead gave the world back to the Flock. Gentle reader ewe just stop. Stop strife worry remember what a PRICE was paid for love and go back to the cross for there we pray. Yes we build all our deeds the love upon the Death, not counting all the cost our possessions all our love our very lives depend on Christ our King. A living GOD a loving Spirit a wonderful Father who gives more than mere health and wealthy love neither constrained or with any guile or predetermined Schism of the flesh just unconditional love without end lasting forever nothing ever is needed again love. Eye am reminded of the many infirmities of flesh the frailties of a man the Schism of his Grace as eye sit ici with this pen discovering all the needless hashing of old wounds fumbling at the hands and scars the wounds eye sometimes get as certain they aer thine not self inflicted or just mine. Schism is a wrent a tear in time the body dies the flesh in grave the light for all to see apparently asleep yet Schism thrives for eye have seen the Temple of the Lord a Saint a Lady in death’s place repose aware of nothing now her Spirit gone to Lord somehow twas more than beautiful to me no longing brought forth from Schism’s door a token portent of myself at play upon the earthly plain of dust the Grace upon her face the Peace mere word cannot her Journey over now convey, her Judgment come and gone and Heaven won all in a single word born. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Come. GOD. The maker of the Schisms all and one.


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Love: The Perfect Murder

When I am drowning I want you to be the water crushing down on me, escaping my 
last breath. When I am shot I want you to be the stinging bullet the pierces my skin. 
You will be the blood flowing from the hole in my heart and you will be my heart 
pumping the blood out to my death. When I am sad you will be the feeling of 
warmth upon my cheeks and the salty taste on my lips from tears. When I am 
overjoyed you will be the stretch of skin across my face. You will be the twinkle in 
my overflowing eyes. You will be the memories pressing against my skull when my 
head aches. You will be the blade perfectly slicing my skin. You will be my anger 
releasing vulgar words and you will be my pointing finger. You will be the reddening 
of my face and the burning of my pride. When I am fed up I want you to be my rage 
that puts a hole in the wall. When I am heartbroken you will be the glass shattered on 
the floor. When I am choking your hands will be the ones around my neck. When I 
stand before myself in front of the mirror, you will be my reflection staring back at 
me. When my veins are bursting I want you to be the needle that punctures them. 
When I have given up on my survival, I want you to be the icy cold touch that 
consumes my body. When I have decided enough is enough I want you to be that 
little voice in the back of my head. When I let myself fall from the sky I want you to 
be the wind that carries me to the bottom. When I have fallen to my death you will 
be the blood stained carpet on which others will later stand. You will be the jealousy 
tearing away at my soul when I witness happiness. You will be my broken wings on 
which I try to fly away with. You will be reality destroying my every thought. You 
will be my emotions draining from the bottom. You will be everything that no one 
has ever wanted except me. When I am buried you will be the dirt holding me down. 
You will be the worms and bugs feasting on my body. You will be the forever coffin 
that surrounds my sleeping self.

Written December 16, 2008


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Of White and Gold

Of White and Gold Heady day........Soft....... buzzingly warm. Cool, yet gentle breezes, kiss the rippling, verdant leaves of ancient Oaks and Elms.......perpetual guardians, surrounding the swaying field of gold. Waist-high and waving, the ripened Barley likens itself to the restless, endless, lover-like motion of the distant ocean waves. The blanketing heat of summer, envelops the fields of gold. Ethereal........Wraith-like..........she steps forth from the shade of guardian-oaks and strolls, with slender arms outstretched...................... Hands touching, brushing, caressing the adoring whiskered heads of Barley, as she steps across the swaying field of gold. Her aspect shimmers, in the hot noon sun. Her full-length gown of cotton-white, blazes and clings lovingly to her nymph-like shape. She almost glides upon the field of gold. Raven hair, tight in confused long curls, bounces to the rhythm of her steps, framing the beauty of her elfin features. She floats, as upon air, across the field of gold. Her winsome smile, is in answer to the feathered songs of tribute, twittering forth from tiny bursting, hearts of joy. The songs pour down from winged admirers with adoring eyes that swoop and dive above the field of gold. ‘Watch me!!........look at me!!’ they cry. Elfin eyes, that glow with life, swift to smile or blaze with fire, gaze out across the swaying mass of whiskered glory, that clings to her slender legs and hips, reluctant to let her pass without touching her, as she glides across the field of gold. With looks to melt the hardest heart. With care enough and much to spare, this maiden, crosses many thoughts of those who know her.....................and yet........................... ...........The hungry, Green-eyed Wolf, can only stare in awe from his nearby brackenly lair. He dare not stir, for fear to spoil the progress, of the glorious maid, as she steps across the field of gold. Even at darkest-hour, he fears to tread the realm of ‘She‘. He knows he is not worthy to touch the world where she has trod. He fears that he will be soul-burned by consuming fires, stored, waiting, vengeful and hidden among the wondrous field of gold. This glorious ‘She‘..........................This twirling maid, is known to many and loved by all. Twirl-on sweet maid..................across the swaying, waving and adoring field of gold...........Fear not the Wolf...........Secretly, his heart is also yours. Brushy


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Forever You by WLM created on March 20, 2011

You are the one I want 
Forever and again
To brighten my day
In each and every way
You shine as bright as the sun
With the streaming rays which fall to the earth
And your smile is as beautiful
As the stars at night and the moon so bright
With you in my life
I will have not strife
Our lives will be so content
No matter where we have went
Our love together
Will last forever
You make the dark clouds go away
With each and every passing day
There are only a few
Whom are just as you
You are perfect in every way
And this is how you will always stay
I know you will be mine
For now and for all time
We will follow the line
Our lives together will be so fine
Our love will always be new 
For me and for you



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Resting

“Resting”

It is as if the world stood still
A moment froze in time
No sound of water rippling through a stream
For peace possess my mind
I lay alone, my time to rest
A cloud beneath my head
My thoughts my dreams
Of pleasant things
My life is at its best
It is as if the world stood still
Of a time only I could know
As I have laid in a bed of peace
Like sand upon the shore
Escape the scorns of worldly test
My eyes are gently closed
As the scent of roses fills the air
My worries are no more………I rest


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BENIM TEK ASKIM by Anna Lo P

BENIM TEK ASKIM by Anna Lo P

 "Verloren in meiner Einzelhaft
 vor dem Alleinsein in dieser Schlacht
 Wartens und Hoffens, dass jemand kommen und mich retten
 und diese Einsamkeit werden nie driften mich zurück in die Tiefsee.

 Wahre Liebe Ich habe in einer Lebenszeit gewartet
 hat direkt vor mir kommen unerwartet
 aber meine Ängste und Zweifel von Ihrem kommenden
 hatte mich zu erreichen, um Sie immer noch bei Unsicherheiten behaftet.

 Nun, da Sie in meiner Reichweite sind
 Mein Leben war noch nie so komplett
 Nur du und ich sind alle da ist
 Nichts anderes, nur du und ich.

 Verunsichert Ihrer Liebe für mich
 Manchmal frage ich mich, was Sie wirklich das Gefühl,
 vielleicht war es nur mir, wer wollte das kommende
 weil du nie gesagt, was Sie wirklich suchen.

 Und dieser Moment fürchte ich ist bereits gekommen
 Wieder allein zu sein, zurück, wo ich schon weg
 Du da bist, und hier bin ich
 noch fragen, ob wir jemals wieder dasselbe sein.

Eines Tages, ich weiß, dass sich unsere Wege wieder kreuzen
 die Verbindungen hatten wir können restauriert und ausbessert werden
 Schicksal und Bestimmung bringt uns wieder näher
 Du und ich zusammen, bis für immer.. "

 ... Eger seni ne kadar çok sevdigimi bir Bilsen ...
 ... Seni seviyorum ... xoxo


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Embrace Me

EMBRACE ME…
IN MY MIND I TRACE BACK THE TIME
DAY BY DAY AND WEEK TO WEEK
ONE MONTH TO THE NEXT AND SLOWLY
ALL OF THE YEARS THAT HAVE PASSED; EMBRACE ME

SO MUCH TO CAPTURE IN A SINGLE VERSE
SO MUCH FOR THE BETTER THAN FOR THE WORSE
THINKING BACK TO OUR VOWS TO EACH OTHER
AND HOW FOREVER HAS REMAINED WITHIN OUR REACH
SO MANY DREAMS, SO MANY DESIRES
THAT THROUGH THE YEARS HAVE NEVER FADED
AND ALL OF OUR PROMISES AND ALL OF OUR WISHES
CONTINUE EACH DAY TO EMBRACE US
AND HOLD US FIRMLY SIDE BY SIDE…

IN MY HEART I TRACE BACK THE TIME
DAY BY DAY AND WEEK BY WEEK
ONE MONTH TO THE NEXT AND EVER SO SLOWLY
ALL OF THE YEARS THAT HAVE PASSED; EMBRACE ME
AND EVERY ONE OF OUR MEMORIES
AS WITH EVERY EMOTION THAT FLOWS THROUGH ME 
PART OF THE PATH TO OUR ETERNITY..


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love me

love me when im strong.
love me when im week.love me when im down.love me when im mad.
love me when im happy.love me when im gone.love me nomatter what mood im in.love me to the moon and back.






love jamie


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MUSIC LOVER

 if the music on
they belong
no matter if its bop
or hip hop or pop
its the music shop
non stop
has no corlor for all other
MUSIC LOVER


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116onesix

 116onesix 
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 There is a personal testimony and everyone's focus is on the group and on the 
self and not on JESUS where it was supposed to be the reason eye won't go to 
fellowship with rich working Christians meeting at a SUNDAY SUPPER to drive to 
a pizza place where everyone pays something for the food even if they share it the 
cost is still beyond the pocketbook of yew. The added price of fellowship with 
world is loss of spirit functions eye am not suggesting we have meetings in the 
desert with the hedgehogs but there could be a meeting place for all the 
Christians like the fish doors of the early days of meetings they were in and out 
so furtive searching alleyways for soldiers avoiding arrests and fighting and 
bringing lots of food in the bags of fishes and the loaves of breads in pockets of 
the tunaes fishes smile eye could just not resist this in almost every Church 
there is a Kitchen and in some of them is love the people make the soup for the 
homeless and the court appointed prisoners and even important people come. 
Hang a fish upon the door of every kitchen in the nation make a place with tables 
where the poor can come in love do not forget the love the soup is  nice but even 
slabs of raw meat are not enough with hate. 
Eye could not write a word on yesterday the things that eye had wanted to write 
left on the flight of lost ideas and night came again without a thought and then the 
day came back this fable was born and eye decided to try religion again. The 
focus of a lot of people is the congregation the error being life is not a middle 
class house with people making money in a paper plate of life some people 
need a cup of soup just to survive please open up your love first open up your 
hearts then open all them kitchen cupboards up. There is another thing that eye 
must say to all the bible thumpers not yet in the grave what does it matter what 
the date and day of this my own salvation come the day of JESUS was 33 AD the 
date that GOD was saving me. 


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1Hundred6

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Christ Crucified. 
 
The Cross 
 They took him from the crowd apart and nailed HIM both hands and feet unto the 
instrument of torture the cross of Golgotha complete the scriptures had prophecy 
concerning this event to complete the salvation of all of man. The LORD of all 
creation hung and suffered ridicule and thirst and hunger of a different sort for 
Heaven he was thirsty then. They cast lots upon his garment. 
The prayers were hardly out left far behind when eye began to reap the benefits 
of health improved my finances of wealth increase can be explained away by 
fools but ewe we knoe the truth for JESUS gives. My target Heaven my wealth 
health and all my food my found and scrounged and Easter egged 2 all come 
forth from HIM. A Poor and sinfilled man quite given to the drink may lie and steal 
and say he found it near his drink he “assumes someone has left it there” is 
what he barks at the beertender the drunk outside may soon die from his 
concussions the man left near the bathroom door he took a wooden batted 
thatch knocked upon the drunken noggin put the man all out took from him his 
wealthy purse to pay just for one more night out seeking oblivion again to drink 
perchance to dream the detectives came to task the man for overall complaints 
the thief he muttered “HOW? did you know that it was me ,yes? HOW?”  Detective 
Fabel was on the case he was pushing by the place the alleyway and heard the 
cricket paddle whack the commoner went down he is bound to get better now in 
the hospice we have found for him but you will only get worse in the old 
hoosegow. The old banded man in the alleyway digging in the trash can has 
more hope than you as they take the thief away the scrounger finds a basket full 
of boiled eggs left there an Easter 2 colored all purple and white inside the 
yellow yolk looking like a big surprise the color of a dandylion sunrise. 


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LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


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Take Me

I'll be you're victim take me and not her I'll do anything you 
wan't me to I won't say a word you're secret is kept inside a 
box I call home I don't know what you look like even though 
I seen you're face pently times around here I anit gonna 
show them how you are even though I know how you are 
things had change about you I see what made you act this 
way??? you're eyes are even clearly blood shoot red and 
you're face is meaner then ever something made you change 
and I wish I can turn you back to the man I knew years back 
theres some good still in you don't let get fade away give 
that nice person you have hinted inside I won't tell a soul 
how soft you truly are


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Milroy Farm

Milroy Farm
11-30-08
By
William L. Moore
For
William McCracken Milroy

Sitting in my Deer stand
Upon my Uncles land
Feel the simple breeze
As it whispers through the trees

Waiting for the Deer
Not a single hint of fear
Hear the leaves rustle
In all of the bustle

As they encroach
The closer they approach
It’s really really strange
As they cross the range

As you hear the gun go CRACK
I may have hit his back
He stumbles gently away
And falls where he may lay

I must wait until he dies
Let alone through the cries
I am through with the season
Since I have accomplished my reason

Uncle Bill I thought of you when
I wrote this and wanted to make
Sure that you got it
Love
William Lewis Moore
Bill


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A PRAYER OF GRATITUDE

Oh Lord, God of Israel,
Thou art also my God.
Thou hast created the heavens and the earth,
And all things therein.
There is nothing in Heaven or above or below,
That can compare with Thee.
Thou hast been my companion, when I had no companion.
Thou hast been my protector, when I was beset by my enemies.
Thou hast given me sustenance, when I was in need.
Thou hast healed all my ills and sufferings,
Forgiven me my transgressions,
And called me, Friend.
Thou hast paid the price that bought me out of slavery,
And certain death, and called me Thy Child.
Truly, Thou art the need that all hearts cry out for.
I love Thee, but most important, Thou hast loved me,
Beyond all measure, when no one loved me.
Keep me, My Lord, forever unto Thyself,
And make me pleasing in Thine eyes.
Amen




"JESUS TOLD THIS STORY:
A MAN LOANED MONEY TO TWO PEOPLE, $5,000.00 TO ONE MAN AND $500.00 TO THE OTHER, BUT NEITHER COULD PAY HIM BACK SO HE KINDLY FORGAVE THEM BOTH, LETTING THEM KEEP THE MONEY. wHICH DO YOU SUPPOSE LOVED HIM THE MOST? 
I SUPPOSE THE ONE THAT OWED HIM THE MOST', ANSWERED SIMON.
CORRECT SAID JESUS."
                                  Luke 7:41-43

I know I owe Him lots, how about you.


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Sunshine By WLM November 25, 2008

Outside the sun is grand
In which I love to stand
Soaking up all the rays
Hope it stays this way for days

The breeze is cool
Like a shining Jewel 
The noise is so quiet
You wish you could buy it 

How heavenly I feel
It tis the real deal
The beauty abounds
As I walk around

The planes fly high
In the deep blue sky
Marking their time
Just follow the line

The tall trees that show
Will continue to grow
And are the trees we love to see
Glory Be!  We will jump up with Glee!


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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


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My name is Perfection

I wore "cold" like a too sheer dress that never fit quite right.
And I held tattered unsent love letters like a shield over my chest.
And every time I shivered and my bones cracked, I swore. It's for the best.

But you stared just a little too deep and a little too long and you noticed
Just a little too easily the way all that ice on my heart reflected your silhouette
In crystal prism just a little too beautifully even before we met.

Your fingers leapt. forward. fearfully. and when they grazed my skin
I saw the shock of it sizzle your eyelashes. and you grasped so tight.
Then with out reservation We completely conquered Us. 
Breaking down while tearing up.
You kissed my cerulean lips till they blushed. My soul begged you to say my name.
And you called me "Perfection".

The resulting rush. The crush. of gravity into the singularity forming in my chest
And making my eyes sing. This is what it is to LIVE poetically. And not just write it.
This is the sum of Day-mares and Night-dreams that drowned me too many times
Till I tired of choking on lonely while calling it "apathy".

This is what all these people fear and lust and beg for like addicts and whores
Conjugated like fragmented sentences running on forever and tripping on critics.
Let's waltz badly to the sound of familiar hearts screaming in hoarse voices,
Pleading for this kind of Serenity.


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Where are you

I search the horizon near and far for your presence but where are you ?
I hear a whisper over my shoulder I look but where are you ?
I'm envisioning you alongside of me in search of happiness but where are you
My love is here for the taking but where are you ?
Just needing and wanting a special love in my life
Where are you ??



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Cosmos


I am woman
A mother
Spiritual
Open-minded 
The cosmos speaks to me

Last night I sat in the Moonlight
And was ordered to drink an Old Fashion

I peered at the stars
Amazed at the epic awesomeness
Happy for the well trodden path way 


Subserviently I sliced sprinkled dashed and muddled
Clink clink 
And a sippy straw

A fabulous way to end a day
Thank you cosmos!





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To The Hearing Heart

Has the rain ever fell through your eyes?

Have you ever known stormy days?

Has the thunder ever shook you, body and soul?

Have you had the sun shine in your heart, even in clouds of darkness?

Has the lightning ever struck you beneath blue skies?

Have you ever known the meaning of complete?

Are you living for life, or is life living for you?

Will your life, without you, live?

Does your heart, understand?



(c)Rosemarie Schrock 
sept. 26, 2007


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Beneath the Water Drowning

I guess we'll never know
if you found peace
or if the answers came
to you somehow

In the turmoil
of your life' passion
you encountered confusing contradictions
when you needed compassion

Your struggle against the flow
estranged you
to your loved ones 
you thought your
husband was a foe

I'd like to know
what you were thinking
what drove you to the point
of jumping in
after a bout of heavy drinking 

The creative gene you possessed
is in me now and I thank you
for allowing me to have it 
my dream is that in
the afterlife I'll see you

Until then I guess
we'll never know
if beneath the waters
you found what you
were looking for.


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Lost Love Found by WLM on March 29, 2011

I need not scream
For the return of my dream
I feel so much better
For from her I received a letter
Her feelings were not of being mad
But of making me feel glad
She still wants me
And that is the way it should be
There was never a great cost
Nor even a feeling of being lost
When I heard from my love
All was still sent from heaven above
She finally did show
And my face had such a great glow
For me she does still need
So for now I will not concede
She still loves me so
In my heart I will always know
To me she will still marry
Now my head is not in a flurry
And a family we will still start
In mine heart I will sing like a lark
As God meant us to see
Together we will always be
In the simple breeze
I will hold her in my arms to squeeze
Now that I have my dear
I will lose all my fear
I have my best friend back
Oh God thank you for that
For with her I have no doubt
Thank you God I will never be without
She has made me so happy I still cry
For in my heart I do not want to die
All the feelings of dread
Have been put out of my head
To her I have so much to give
And for all of that we will always live
We must always treat each so well
My heart can only swell
I feel so young again
And that is where she will begin


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WINTER SEASON

you can tell
by the smell
chechnut
cold weather stuff
and the cloth line
the its
WINTER TIME
FOR THE REASON
its the 
WINTER SEASON


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an angel

An angel.

I thought I saw an angel today when I was remembering you.
You are in my waking day, I dream its just me and you.

When I go and walk a while I think your by my side
And then I remember the truth of it all and that you had to die.

I don’t know why im so confused
They say death is  part of life
But you were so little my love
You had not lived your life.

They say you have gone to heaven
And that you are a star
But I don’t believe them, not at all
I just know that you are far

I hope one day I will see you again 
And we will smile and laugh and dance
And I wait with anticipation for the day
That I will get another chance.

I love you


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Paid In Full

On this day we sing and praise Your name as You prepare to give Your life for ours. 
There is nothing in this life more precious than a man, although not a man, who would 
willingly give his life for another and asking for nothing in return only that we turn our 
life over to Him and walk out our lives as He did. What more must we do for You on 
this day?

We stand here tonight singing, praying and crying out for You. Our tears are of joy 
because we have come to know You. Our tears are of sadness of the horrible and 
brutal way in which Your life was taken. You were whipped, stripped, pummeled and spit 
upon before the brutality ended with Your being nailed viciously to a tree, a cross 
created for You at Calvary. Why, oh why did it have to end that way? Why, oh why, did 
Your life had to end so abruptly? You came, lived briefly and died for me.

 I thank You, Dear Jesus for all that You have done for me. I give my life to You. I want 
to follow Your words. I want to be a good student of all that You can teach me through 
those You may put in my life. Dear Father You have done it all. You took the abuse. 
You took on my sins and washed me clean. You showed us how we are to live…honest 
and good.

Tomorrow You will be lead to that place. You will lay and take Your last breath as man 
on that cross. Dear Father You have rescued us all, even those who do not know You, 
yet. Three days later You rose from the grave as none other has ever done. You would 
walk this earth again, briefly, letting all those who knew You before, know that You are 
real and You will see them all again in Heaven. Oh how I long for the day to see Your 
face. To live in a place of peace, love, no pain, just comfort and joy with everlasting life 
and praising Your name. 

Hallelujah to the Lord on High


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Bring Me Peace

                                              Bring Me Peace

                                        From the arms of your love,
                                        As that of an angel from above.
                                        Bring me peace with your touch,
                                        And heal my desires from lorn's crotch.

                                        A crotch so dependent it bruises,
                                        From the memory of loves loses.
                                        Help me find happiness's light,
                                        Because each day I sacrifice to fight.  

                                        Those desires of passion's peace,
                                        And the feeling's I often increase.
                                        All road's lead to you,
                                        For your heart is pure and mostly true.

                                        Bringing me peace is a benefical joy,
                                        Because comfort comes as a baby boy.
                                        So fine me and hold me,
                                        For peace from an angel can only be..


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Soft Glowing Embers

The birds are rejoicing this morning...Each species is trying to out sing the other..The 
sunrise calls me to enjoy its glow of kaleidoscope of color dancing off the whispy 
charcoal clouds..The quiet__freedom from manmade sound is just temporary for cars and 
trucks constantly interrupt the peace but the birds don't slow down one bit...They are just 
praising God for the glorious day that he has honored them to live.. The mist or fog in the 
first valley is not as dense this morning as if it is has dried out somewhat but rain is 
suppose to come back in so we will be having more fog and mist..Thanks God for the 
moisture and the cool of the day for the heat of summer will be here and along with it 
uncomfortable weather...The color of the sky has changed again ..It seems that the sun 
is trying to warm the sand colored clouds with a soft glowing fire that is just barely 
burning.. The embers are soft red hot on the horizon. . The roosters are trying their best 
to bring the sun on up....The other birds have quieted somewhat..It seems that they have 
had their time of worship and have gathered food to carry home to the young...Now the 
embers on the horizon have renewed and a bright glow comes form the sun fire that 
warms the earth....Thank you Lord for the time on the porch to renew and refresh my inner 
being...Amen


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My Thoughts Of Love

Each day my love I think of you
And so happy am I made to be
For so joyful has my world become
With the warm love you bring to me

And there is no better way my love
to start the beginning of each new day
Than imprinting your smile upon my heart
to help gently guide me on my way

For what is love to me my dearest
Does only come beautifully from you
For you are the dream I once dreamed alone
Yes that within my heart finally came true

And each day that passes I find my love
There will never be no better way
To brighten my world each new day
Than letting thoughts of you to stay

For each day my love that passes by
I spend my time thinking of only you
And I find my thoughts are so alive
With the love of one who loves me true.


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These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!


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DON'T LATE

i'll be on time
kept this in mine
leave trouble behind
don't make me waited
we made a date
so
DON'T BE LATE


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Lessons in Life


When you have in abundance, you don’t think twice about giving. 
More often giving to those who are not in need
They play on your emotions, make you feel guilty for what you were granted. 
You and them forget it is your chosen right to receive from the Greatest One. 
Then one day you find yourself at the other end. 
Suddenly your friends have more and you lost everything.
You ponder your mistakes in letting them bleed you dry.
Alone, no family, no friends,
They are afraid that you will ask for monetary assistance
Forgetting your good nature and believing that it was their right to receive from you.
As it is now their right not to share with you.
Alone, your home about to be repossessed, 
your car has already been taken.
Your supposedly close relatives walk through your home to seek what they can take.
Arrogant and disrespectful, no concern for your well being,
No compassion,
no concern for where you will live.
Who can you turn to when you are alone?
No shoulder to lean on 
You turn to Almighty, the One truth in your life. 
He answers your prayers and you are saved from destitution.
A lesson learned.
A true and sincere friend is not the one who shunts you when you're on your knees.
When the mayet(deceased) is carried out, a path none can escape.
There is no difference between.
Same as Hajj(pilgrimage), kings and ordinary citizens are the same.
Invited to the house if Almighty. 
Active hajj starts before and continues after your physical hajj
Again you ponder your lessons. 
Your rise and fall,
your strength in faith,
is your ultimate elevation.


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From My Heart

Sit down for a moment with me dearest
Listening closely to what my lips say
You have never heard these words before
Dropping freely from my mouth today

Often you have heard me lovingly speak
Of your beauty which I daily praise
Yet I do not see you only with my eyes
I see you deeply where love truly stays

A tranquil place where it nourishes actively
The genuine longings which each day start
A place in life where no other will enter
For only you have true ownership of my heart

So realize that it is not the only way 
When I see your loveliness with my eyes
For there will always be a more tender way
When I embrace you from my heart inside.


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I Cry

I cry for a loved one
I cry for I hurt that he is gone
I cry through the memories of 40 years ago
I cry for I hurt deeply 
I cry for the comfort to ease my pain
I cry and as I do; I feel guilt grasping my soul
I cry for as I see memories pass away,  which I cannot reach again
I cry to see my dear friend again and his company to ease my pain
I cry for wrongs done in my life long to atone with my friend
I cry for the people I have hurt, and wish for them, with me to lament
I cry, for in 40 years I saw my good friend once as a complete and gracious soul
I cry, as God holds my friend’s hand and walks through death to a life with no end
I cry for I see happiness in the face of God and friend
I cry and mourn, with a yearning to see my friend again, a friend of God’s
I cry for all the pain I have suffered all my life as anger builds and to self hate
Teeth, grind, gnash and resentment builds within my self-pity
I cry for things I have not gained in my life and my anger builds higher, higher and 
mounts as if to reach no end
I cry! But it is true that my friend and GOD know my thoughts are hopelessly 
I pause, and listen to the silence
“You cry for yourself and you’re your selfish misdoings.” A voice does  
exclaim. “Stop; for your God and passing friend love you.”
 “You cry for the materials of a world which you leave behind.”
“Please friend of mine let our Creator and this friend smile with you.”
“Rise above your pity; smile, laugh and live, full, as we all did before.”
And cease your tears; for God and your friend love you.”


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The Love I've Waited For

Bless me with your
presence, with the 
tenderness of your
love...

Bless me with your
radiant joy, for you
are all I do think
of...

Bless me with the 
happiness which only 
you alone can bring...

Bless me with the
peaceful bliss which
causes my heart to
sing...

And in the morning
as I rise, the
prayer I will pray
to you...

Will tell you Lord
how deep my love is 
and how it will always
remain so true.
 


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Dream Gate

Crisp, waxy shadowed foliage scraped 
on the jade, wet grass. Behind hangs a
gate, precisely forged by skilled hands 
with tarnished, rusty, black hinges. A
gated wooden womb that opens and shuts
	…spinning us past the mill.

The dark gate separates the foliage from
the scent of pine trees as visitors dine in the 
yard on faded, armless kitchen chairs,
or sit on the patio hidden from the light. 
Under the rusty roof we sit like old, 
broken porcelain dolls reflecting the
orange dawn of dusk…
	…spinning us past the mill.

A dream entwines touching feelings 
of hot and cold, thoughts and nervous
perceptions, unconscious habits and hidden
dread, automatic reactions in my head
concealed desires abandoned in time
	…spinning past the mill.	


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Lies

I wake up in the morning, The smell of your perfume lingering on my skin, I roll over to see if your body still lay there, & I realize everything I loved vanished. I just have these images and scents stuck in my head, I have everything you ever gave me packed away, I look through it again and again each day. Trying to piece the puzzle together, & figure out why we drifted apart. I want to know if you still think about me like I think about you, I want to know if you still have the things I made and gave to you. I just wish I could stop smelling you, Stop thinking about you, Just everything about you brings me to my knees, & I am begging you please, Please just let me forget you. I wake up the next morning and realize, Everything about you was lies.


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Neuvième Fable

 Neuvième Fable 
Neuvième Fable 
   
Tragic Love 
   
Internet Love 
   
L'amour pour les brebis ont des yeux est la même que iff nous wed. 
Les sentiments qu'elle me donne ne sont jamais remplis d'effroi. 
Mais rien ne peut rosée, elle me ferait jamais vouloir liquidation morts, mais la 
vie à l'amour qu'ils font le temps de vie au lieu. Eye pourrait marcher les couloirs 
de la mémoire et de vous déprimé ou des yeux pourrait devenir une religieuse 
coupable dans le plaisir et repos dans le couvent jusqu'à ce que la mort peut 
nous part de rosée de la mort peut donner mais ce qui me reste de l'amour. 
Comment un homme peut obtenir si excitée un peu au point vert en quelques 
clics de souris, puis une zone de chat blanc froid. L'encre n'est jamais humide 
sur papier mye frisolée encore là, il est son amour. Quand elle me sourit oeil 
sourire quand elle fronce les sourcils yeux pleurent une rivière de la stuffins 
conservés dans tout repose autochtones découlant de faire une faute de la mort 
semblent quelque peu à écrire les mots à la mandé coeur s'écarter de 
s'inquiéter et de malheur et de prendre le tout nouveau départ Et bientôt tout ça 
fonctionne pour l'amour. Blanche-Neige, elle a mangé la pomme, puis est 
tombé à s'endormir rapidement mais Charlax venu à l'embrasser et à vivre son 
éveil. Prince Charlax bons baisers. 
En direct sur le ruisseau la pêche de libellules dans une maison de l'amour. 
Mending coeur de charme. Faire l'amour dans le coeur. Mye neige blanche tortue 
pookie pochoucntous amour mon amour mon internet thrall. Nous pouvons avoir 
tout juste à tenir sur mes namme et de l'amour. 
Les chercheurs ont maintenant prouvé que l'amour peut réparer un cœur brisé.


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Dream Come True

Dream Come True
WLM
January 12, 2011


I will not be blue
For my dream has come true
She has come to me
We will just let it be
I have waited so long
And my love has grown so strong
To have and to hold
For to always be bold
To let her know
How my love will show
To make it right
And look into the bright light
I want her to stay
For she will have it her way
She is so smart
I will sing like a lark
For she is mine 
In this day and this time
Our love will grow
To others it will show
Her and I surely long
For together we belong
And to her I yearn
Not a hint of concern
We will always be
As one entity




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BE TURE TO YOU

if noone els 
do it for your self
so much you won't do
you will get thur
just
BE TURE TO YOU


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Glory

How glorious is Love ?
How magnificent it's depth ? 
How bright are it's visions ?
How true are it's directions ?
What can compare to it's shear delight ?
Where walking in it's sight
gives clarity to every living thing .
How bold are it's promises ?
It's paths hold wonder 
for every step taken upon it.
Vibrancy is it's assignation.
It beacons the heart ,
and whispers treasures in it's future.
It speaks of grand designs 
and builds it's dreams
into realities here to fore unknown.
In it the soul with happiness is filled .
Men have penned it's words
sang it's songs
and dreamed it's dreams .
It is desired above all other things . 
It's breadth is exquisite 
and vast are the many who
would sell all , to possess it
only to find it cannot be purchased .
It is a gift given freely 
it cannot be coerced 
No building can house it 
You cannot cage it 
It has no chains that can bind it
no prison can hold it , 
but within are  the floodgates of 
of heaven that waters all of life .
It is a fire that burns
all lies to ash
that purifies all intentions
and refines , polishes , and reflects truth .
Men have sought it's face
in every crack of his existence .
Men have apprenticed at it's feet
journey-manned in it's instruction
but few have mastered it 
and certainly only one has become it's Grand-Master .
But we run to reach for it's crown
we strive to bow our wills before it
to learn it  , receive it
then release it and set it free .
This the Rulers of this world 
would steal if they could  !

1 John 4
16 And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.
God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them. 17 This is how love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment: In this world we are like Jesus. 18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
19 We love because he first loved us. 20 Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen,cannot love God, whom they have not seen. 21 And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister.

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Apart From Me







Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly. 


Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found  here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains. 


Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue. 


His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.     







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Heaven is a different Sign - To My Daughter

Heaven is a different Sign - To My Daughter.
While even children, 
to your brother they did ask unto you as well.

Riding the bus home from school naught being taught 
by their parents,that inside is a mind where it's light 
some have made the heavans darker
to avoid what was done by they whom all love.

If I am blind that is justice for you,when they only say.
And those Robes are to me so much darker at night.

How come each new day do I think a mircle will happen,
not only for me, but for you and the future it must.

and "Heaven" is a different "Sign" - to me, 
beings and such are you and my daughter,
when I think like them they do nothing about it.
and My shame for them just continues to grow
like the robes colored purple wrapped all about them. 




is it poetry


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Love Eternal

                                                  Daylight draws to a close
                             as puple shadows dance along mountain tops.

                             Arms intertwined, we walk the dark path home,
                   yellow porch light beckoning as bounder chases ahead.

                                    Another day has ended but life goes on...
                                                     Our love is eternal


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The Value Of Your Love

There is not enough time
In this day I fear to tell
Of my hearts most secret
Feelings

Yet I shall try before the
Darkness arrives and the
Last moments of this day
It will be stealing

For as I look upwardly 
Upon the sea of stars
Floating above my head
I dream of how it might be 

If I was lost in the deep
Darkness of night alone
And the glow of your smile
I could no longer see

I think of the rain falling
Nourishing the deep parts of
My soul as I taste of its 
Refreshing kiss

And I wonder what it might
Be truly like in my life
If I could no longer feel
Your hearts embracing bliss

Realizing there will never be
Enough moments in my day to 
Let you know how much your 
Love means to me

For truly it would take a 
Lifetime and more to view
The genuine love many will
Never embrace and see.


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You've got skeletons in your closet I've got hearts

No one does it better than I.
Be they outgoing or a touch shy.
And to sit and think about it now,
And I tend to really wonder how
I got in the business of stealing hearts.

Whispers of a life draw them in.
Sweet smiles and laughter keep them pinned.
And in an instant, I think we could be.
And then I remember we're dealing with me.
Trapping souls forever is a tricky art.

I've never set out to hurt a soul,
But when I leave, they're never whole.
And I sulk for two or three.
And then I move, 'cause I'm me.
In the end, I break them apart.

Falling in love is never my plan.
But then again, such a dashing man.
And I guess I have a charming way.
And I guess I make them want to stay.
Is there ever an end to what I start?

I've never asked for all these hearts.
I was searching for the missing parts.
And then I wake up one day and see.
And then realize it's not meant to be.
When composing love, I'm your Mozart.

I'll come into your life, and make you fall.
I'll take your heart, I'll take it all.


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A Poem For My Lady

The dawn has no beauty which compares to thee
The sun has no glow as the brown eyes I see
Melon has no taste as the honey from your lips
Wine has not the power I find within your kiss

And to compare you to a sunset is a mockery
For nothing can compare to your inner beauty
For what is lost in beauty is overwhelmingly won
In a soft personality that compares to none

Its richness is beyond what is valued and rare
And its nourishment is more than even the air
And to one like me its  my most essential need
To have my wanting heart love the likes of thee

I have felt the sky rain which nourishes flowers
And I have felt your love rain upon my heart
Causing it to blossom beautifully every hour
With the sweetest love songs of the meadow lark

I have seen the beauty of crystal blue seas
I have seen its waves as they kissed the beach
And in their ferociousness have I now seen
The way your priceless beauty did capture me

And nothing in this life can compare to thee
Nothing else in this world I can touch or see
For I knew in my heart that nothing would be
As lovely as the one  who truly loves me.


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Lovely Lady

A beautiful lady with eyes on fire,
 That sparkle and laugh, that can smile and cry,
 I love your eyes so clear and true.
 Beautiful lady I adore you.

 A twinkling look that bubbles bright,
 With a heart to care, and a heart to love,
 With hands to hold, and hands to help,
 Beautiful lady there to give.

 Beautiful lady, a smile so bright,
 So warm and gentle, so soft. A delight.
 A voice so clear,
 That calms and soothes, a voice that wipes all fears.

 Beautiful lady,
 I'll give to you, my thoughts, my prayers, my hopes,
 I offer you my heart, my strength.
 My love is yours for ever.

 Beautiful lady,
 I love you as you are.
 Beautiful


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The Three Days, That The Three Of Them Changed Me!

The Three Days, That The Three Of Them Changed Me!  
~
I was minding my own business, when 
my wife wanted to go to a bookstore,
she just needed some cards,  dumb me I 
went in with her, looking around as I
started out the door a book caught my
attention. “Free Book” 50% off, of coarse 
I had to buy it God was just daring me not too.
~
Have you ever felt like Jesus was just talking 
to you alone and no-one else.
That is the way I have felt all weekend,
I feel like I am having my own alone time right 
now to get things right with God. For too long
I have been trying on my own, and it has not worked:
Now I am turning it over to Jesus and the Holy Spirit, 
and letting them take care of the big things, 
I’ll take care of the little things.
~
Oh yea, this week my bondage’s and struggles’ 
were taken over one by one by Jesus and his Father. 
They did not have a chance once the Holy Spirit
got moving in me. I never in my life
felt this way until I felt the Holy Spirit move in
on me. Now I know my life has been changed forever. 
Darn them for all ganging up on me anyway; I just was 
not ready for them all at once.
~
But oh what a ride, I guess I needed this journey 
I was on, for me to grow in Jesus’
name. So don’t despair in your journeys
as you travel through life, enjoy them as 
you grow with the Lord. The Holy Spirit are 
going to be part of your growing adventure.
Sit back and enjoy them, don’t fight them like 
I did; let them become a part of you.  Amen 
~
Steve L. Siegel
June 20, 2010


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Backsliding - A Love Story

Once a pastor became bitter with God, 
	And had stumbled in his faith with the Lord
For ev’rything in the sky fell in him
	And evry’thing seems so heavy for him.
“Seems God has forsaken me, ” he said
	And thought that God is no longer with him
“Where are His promises? ” he asked himself
	“Did the power of the Lord failed? ” he thought.

He said, ”Oh, God! Why is this happening
	And why are these things falling down to me? 
Do you really love me, Lord of Highest? 
	Do you really care about me, Oh God? 
You’ve said in your word ‘I’ll never leave you...’
	Yet you’ve forgotten and forsaken me! 
You have said that you’ll never let me go
	And yet I can no longer feel your love! ”

But the Lord answered him in a vision; 
	In a divine presence, Christ spoke to him: 

“I’m fatally wounded here at the cross; 
	Yet I cannot die because I’m spotless.
So, dearly child, please give me all your sins
 	And I will replace it with righteousness.
Dearly child, please give me all your sorrows
	And I will replace it with blessedness.
Most of all, give me all your bitterness
	And, child, I will replace it with whole love! ”

So he went back to the love of the Lord
	Turned back to the protection of his God.

Here is the wisdom of the Sovereign
	Here’s the message most cannot understand: 
What is our right to complain to the Lord 
	When Jesus Christ never complained at all? 
So just “Trust to the LORD with all your heart
	And lean not in your own understanding.”
For God says, 'Be still and know that I'm God; '
        Be steadfast and remember that He's Great!


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These Salty Waves Pt 2

Call the lost cause, call out the Guard, because I'll say drowning is hard. You realize that you're all alone, to view pearly or fiery thrones. And when it hits, your mind's been blown. There's nothing you can do for me. I'm at the mercy of the sea. A kinder mistress than your she. Nothing's real! Nothing's fake! We don't realize the choices we make  Come back to us in the oddest way. Such as where I am today. With what I found, could I stay there? And play pretend like there's no care? Of course I could, of course I would, if it meant I'd have you like I should. But there you go, I see you now, walking the beach holding your cow. But wait... the cow, not she, is me! So who am I supposed to be!? Am I the wife, or mistress here? All I feel is rising fear. Her wedding ring.. glowing so clear. The sea has given me her mercy. I have but yet one final plea. Give to her what you'd give to me. One of us should be happy. The surface breaks and here I go. I thrash, but halt. It's cold as snow. Now comes the part that we all know. The Guard has come, the day's been saved. But of those glimpses was I crazed? And where's the man who I so craved? Well, give him freedom, and give him much, but never lose your lady's touch. His love for you will grow to such Great amount's he'll never go, and leave you here to drown like so.  Was it a dream? I'll never know. Ah look, it's Death In form  Of crows...


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STRIAGHT AHEAD

your on the right track
put going back
on the rack
sack that
you did this  no where its at
now that your our bed
GO
STRAIGHT AHEAD


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Karma Twisted

Who am I to you?

I love you
No longer my fried
Our bond is a broken glass we can’t mend
This could possibly be the end
A broken faith in you snaps from within
When you’re not lying in my arms
You say you feel obligated to be there with him
Spare his feelings to obliterate mine

In trading that broken home for ours
Too blind to see the harm
You overlooked my witty charm
Favoring his dim-witted presence
Out the door into his arms
There you go

We can settle down and say ‘I do’
We’ll get back to being me and you
You’ll stop treating me like you do
And someday you will choose
Making me pay my dues
Now I’m waiting for fairy tales to come true
Dreams of ‘Happy Ever After’
I’m taunted by the burdens I choose
And wallowing in broken dreams

Inside your wicked lies
A sense of longing derives
To where our memories lie
Looking up through tear soaked eyes
While my child grows inside
Strumming your fingers across the wall
I imagine you on the other side
And intrinsic insanity leads me on

It rips my heart through and through
Tormented by this endless pursuit
Separating me and you
At night I lay against the wall
Our apartment split in two
By a life-altering war raging on

My love was thrown in the trash
Karma has twisted my dreams so fast
For my cruel and heartless past
I wonder if this is the punishment I deserve
A love that was never destined to last
Fate led my heart here

I love you
Who am I to you?


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My Suppression of Suicide

I sat there,
"My God, I can't take another day"
my mind cried;
 My heart was so cold and black...

"Look at yourself", 
I looked in the mirror... 

"You have turned into a Monster, 
you are no longer living,
You are a zombie."..


"You love him so much, 
but look at what is happening"...
Life isn't worth living...

This is not love, 
this is not what I want out of Life, 
This is Madness...  

"Does he really love you?"...

Yes, he does---
I don't know...
He doesn't stop me from the things I do... 

All I know is I really love him...
 
I want to Die!!!
But what would he do?..
What would he feel, 
if he found me dead here?..
 
I wrote this little note 11-14-1996 that night:  
Telling him I love him and will always love him... 

I don't want to die and hurt him, 
if I killed myself, 
"Then it would hurt him!".. 

I wished he really believed me... 
I wish this nightmare would go away... 
Why can't he accept the fact that I'll never leave him?.. 
How do I know he'll stay?..

I know how he feels, 
I know why he feels the way he does about me... 
I feel the same... 

Why am I repeating 
this stupid feeling of rejection?.. 
Why, do I care if he leaves me or not?.. 

I got a nice spot to be buried, somewhere..

I know the other side is much better... 
I'll get a new body, another life... 
I don't want to die unloved... 
I don't want to die alone... 
I don't want to hurt someone I love... 

Maybe he'll join me, 
maybe he won't... 

Whatever he chooses, 
I'll never stop loving him... 
I'll wait for him forever... 

He'll blame himself if I die... 
But it's not his fault... 

I should of spoken up... 
We both should of been more open... 
We should of communicated more... 
I don't know?..

I guess we were really scared of one another!!!
                                                                   
"Feelings of Death" 11-14-1996


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TRY SOMETHING NEW

you  this and that
you sill running like a rat
be smart like a cat
so much you can do
you are one the choose few
TRY SOMETHING NEW


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End

End
WLM
Wildncrazy555
April 24, 2011

End of the line
For it is directly time
That we will be
Just you and me
The way God has sent
You know we were meant
That we should always live
And always give
The way we see
And it will be
Together forever
Through all we will endeavor
Our hearts are one
And will not be undone
Will not separate
In this time not ever irate
But hand In hand
Listen to the band
I always long 
That they play our song
Across the threshold I will carry
Directly after I marry
And make you my wife
For the rest of my life
The beginning of the line
Forever through all of time


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Her Eyes So Blue

I look into her eyes
Which seem full of surprise?
The sparkle and the shine
That makes me sublime
To me it is love at first sight
Like looking into the brightest light
My heart is a glow
On my face it must show
Of the love that I have had
In my heart I want her so bad
I know it will be
Always just her and me
Together we will live
We will always learn to give
And people will know
For on our faces the love will show
My love will surely stay
Praise God I will never let get away
So she will not scurry
I must catch her in a hurry
Forever she will be mine
For now and the rest of all time
We will be so content
As God has meant


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My Pa







Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !


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Untitled 4

A vision of you, whom I adore
The one I hear my heart cry for

A tale of torrid passions grow
Consume me in your wanting glow

Give unto me, everything that is you
Your eyes like fire, I fall into

No stronger hold for me exists
Than the one that binds me to your burning kiss

I implore your wanton pleasantries
To breathe you in, like a calming breeze

And it's almost too much for me to endure
The longing to touch, to feel, to explore

Take me down, to your hearts burning pyre
And let me sink to you deepest desire


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Finding My Pure Heart

All the violence on TV was probably not good for me
All the decapitated corpses on video games not the brightest idea for me
Life’s real dramas just frustrate me
All the fabricated television dramas annoy me
We all love a happy ending yet we consume the misery and pain of others
Haunted by life changing events
At times I just simply need to vent
Why be educated and humble when being ignorant and shallow brings you fame
Why save your virginity for marriage, when society’s sluts take all the good guys that a girl covets
Why be a nice guy, when all the respectable women settle for assholes yet are surprised when they are mistreated and cheated on
Why live a life down the correct path, when the wrong path is glorified and admired by society
Beneath the darkness and rubble of life exist the flickering white light of my once pure heart


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here take my love it is solid

...here! take my love (it is solid!)                                                                                                                            

it is sanctuary from dishonest wolves that huff and puff…                                                                                                                                                    it is a shield from the unfaithfulness in the world
it is life support -a buoy from the floods of absurdity
      untie it where it waits devotedly in your heart's harbor  
            then sail in it around life’s roadblocks and setbacks
or just lie in it and float serenely on my heart's ebb and flow 
               …here! take my love (it is solid)
shine your love down on it and melt it down 
then wade through it, splash around in it… 
warm yourself in its tepid pools or
cool yourself in its tranquility 
merge your love within the depths, breath and height of it
bathe yourself in its pure simplicity or submerge deep within its complexities…..
                           where you will find it is also very manageable 
so ball it up and bounce it around when you want to play         
        spread it out and lay all over it when you don’t
or just leave it alone and watch it 
 grow and grow and grow and…

here! take my love  (it is solid!) 


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to The Public

Not really a poem, but the truth of my being.

To the Public
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 28, 2011

When I write the words just flow. I get an inspiration or a thought and have to write it down. 
Why, I do not know.  They just flow and all follow a story.  I write my innermost thoughts with 
the deepest passion imaginable and all are TRUE life experiences which have occurred in my life. 
I am diagnosed Severe Bipolar Disorder and disabled and draw SSDI. I no longer have to work 
from over 40 yrs in Maintenance and 2 degrees in Electronics and Electrical maintenance. I do 
draw disability now for over 2 yrs time and depression is a daily bout which I face every day, 
but try to be positive. The medicine I take is for my head and helps with mood swings and 
depression. As to date, I cannot read many of my works as I Bawl like a baby at most of 
them.  I remember when and how I felt when I wrote them.  But all of them follow a story to 
the end.  I cannot recite a single one because once written they are gone, otherwise they eat 
my Brain.  I am crying now as I write this and divulge my deepest thoughts and experiences of 
my life. I feel better now that it is gone from my head folks.  When a situation arises, I just 
know which ones will deserve recognition to be told.  I suffer from arthritis on my left side, my 
hands hurt all the time, and I practice herbal medicine for the pain.  I create my own remedies 
from my herbologist named Daryl Collins here in Okmulgee, he gives me the herbs and I am 
the guinea pig first and foremost for the experience.  Anyone else who suffers from this can 
contact me at trenton6896@yahoo.com.  I am willing to tell you the recipe for my
Creations.  I hope all appreciate this testimony of mine.  All I say is true to fact.
							William Lewis Moore
							June 28, 2011


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OMUBBI -"Thief"

Like a thief at midnight
He came along
Sending whispers down my heart
And shivers down my spine
Entrapped in his line,I was
	
They say he is a master of all trades
But he passed my way today
And even I was caught unaware

But then he opened his eyes
And lit up my life
And everyday I hope
He never blinks 
That this light never dies out
The one that makes me smile.


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I must go on

Sometimes the path I walk gets so narrow, 
And in my heart I feel the pain of arrows. 
(IF : Dorian Petersen Potter)


I must go on through the blades
Through the rough seas infested with sharks
I must go on when my limbs fall off
By the gravity of death
When my last drop of blood drains 
I must go beyond death
I must live on for those who kill me.

(Inspired by the poem "IF" by Dorian Petersen Potter)


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FEED THE BABY

this is  adeed
and a need
its your seeds
the ones you breed
fine away
hear what isay
mabe jod  is odd
only can afforded lard
thats a start
this is not mabe
you got too
FEED THE BABYS


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10 reasons

Let me count to ways I love you
WLM
4/13/2011
1,  The awesome beauty of your sweet voice when you speak
2.   The fact that you are so beautiful to mine eyes
3.   That you accept me for all of my faults and medical problems
4.   That our lives together will be content, happy, and wonderful
5.   The beauty of your eyes and the smile upon your face
6.   Your luscious lips which I kiss as often as possible
7.   The fact that we will always be as one entity
8.   That we can lie in bed and talk for hours on end
9.    That when we make love, it is always as if the first time each time
10.  That I can change for my sweetheart and wife when needed 


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BE HOME SOON

i know where i belong
hard to carry own
without you
am so blue
sorry all i done wrong
mabe before noon
i promise 
i'll
BE HOME SOON


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link of god,man

still beating heart.give em ward and religion.you do.


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PRAYER TO LORD

                    PRAYER TO LORD

LORD, Sun sets, his smile remains, like a vermilion
On the head of a Hindu woman, the cinnabar, 
To be sprinkled on his cloth, his sneak attack. LORD.


So, LORD, the ripples, spreading like love to nothingness,
Love actually is, whirling sands, creating dunes,
In deserts, and then, the palm tree, water and oasis.

Oasis, LORD, your chariot’s yellow spins, fine elements
Of your creative wish, to be showered on the mortal lovers
They share their joys and sorrows with you LORD.

Joy and sorrows with you, wars and hates make them
Even harder, in the bed of love, as separation is finite,
They worship non-separation, the infinity that is you LORD.

Bless them LORD, they know nothing but you, so they love,
Each other, in the forests, among birds and bees, wild winds,
And the summer heat, for you, for your creation, LORD.

                               ooooooooooo



 © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
16 OCTOBER, 2014  20:16:00(IST)


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Forgotten Love Found

Forgotten Love Found
Wildncrazy555
WLM
March 31, 2011

I thought she was lost
I did not know at what cost
She did not want me
So she let me be free
But now I have no more fear
For now she has returned here
Do I really know to see?
That she really does need and want me
For now I will think and just sit
This is her chance to prove it
I will truly be very strong
And she must show me that I was wrong
Should I let go of the slack
She must show me she wants me back
Will she really come and show 
If so my heart will have such a glow
As the sun is so hot and bright in the sky
I will lose all my fears and know why
I want to hold her so bad
And by doing so I will never again be sad
All my love I will give to her now
The amount she will never know how
We will make love for the first time
It will be so exciting and so extremely fine
I hope she will want me forever
If to be we will always be together
We will have to be till the end
This is the best time we can begin


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Escape

Pizza boxes line the floor and litter my recent calls,
I don’t know the time of day or the last time I ventured outdoors.
Lost in my own worthless abyss, drowning in my thoughts,
Look at this mess you’ve caused.

I’ve watched so much TV that my eyes literally feel square,
So detached from reality, I question if I truly care.
I haven’t brushed my teeth for a week or so much as styled my hair,
Instead I’ve sat cursing God for ignoring my prayers.

I look at my ‘friends’ and try to broach the subject, knowing this effort’s in vain.
I talk from the depths of my heart, uttering unspoken truths, revealing the weight of my pain.
And I look to their faces, try to fix their gaze, but I know they have nothing to say.
So I wallow in self pity, shutting out the world, resisting the urge to escape.

I reach to you in desperation, in a plea for an alternative resolution.
The nastiness I provoke plunges me deeper in confusion:
You tell me to get on with my life, that my love is a delusion.
I no longer know what I’m doing.

I take an open-top bus ride around the place I call home
And don’t even recognise the ‘places of interest’ I’m shown.
I’m oblivious to the tour guide and his incessant drone – 
I spend my journey looking expectantly at my phone.

Burdened by the weight, of the misdemeanours and mistakes
That took me to this place, through a pointless, perpetual chase;
Engulfed by the bitter taste, of the agony I must embrace,
I spread my wings wide and escape.


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Rain begins again

Rain Begins Again
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 28, 2011

Dizzy Lizzy sitting in the rain
Waiting for it to sustain
Hear the thunder rolling
The giant in the sky is bowling
The rain is so cool
As the mourning jewel
The birds in the trees
Feeling the cool breeze
The rain gives new birth from the heart
It quenches the earth from its start
The rain feels so fine
It makes my head feel so sublime
The earth needs the rain
So all life can sustain
The feelings that we share
Surely, do we dare?
Revel in the glory
Of the never-ending story
With the land and it’s age
From this to another stage
The flowers so much in bloom
With such a beautiful flume
Surrounding our earth
From the beginning of it’s birth
Will be the rest for me
For all time and my destiny


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I Met Jesus Yesterday

I met Jesus yesterday
Didn’t recognize His face
There was no long hair or beard
Just a woman who said
Looks like you could use a helping hand
I met Jesus yesterday
Didn’t know who He was
There were no miracles of wine
Just an old man
Who shared his time
I met Jesus yesterday
Could have sworn I was all alone
No crowds were gathered there
Just a child who seemed to care
Offered up his bike
So I wouldn’t have to walk alone
I met Jesus yesterday
Never even said a prayer
There were no wounds on his hands
Just the scars of many years
Written all across his face
As the broken man gave me hope
I met Jesus yesterday
With no sermons on the mount
You were the only one I saw
As you gave your love to me
Promised there you’d always be
I keep meeting Jesus
Though I never see His face
It’s hard to understand
How this Man I never see
Keeps showing up
Wherever there is love
A helping hand, shared time
An offer not to walk alone
A caring heart
Or whatever I may need
It just seems I always say....
I met Jesus yesterday


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The Earth

The Earth
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 26, 2011

Sitting in the breeze
Wind whispering through the trees
Sun shining bright in the sky
Accept it, do not wonder why
The world is a wonderous place
And covers an awesome space
Accept it as it is
As surely it will be, it tis
For all life abounds
It is always with us around
Accept it
Do not reject it
For from his birth
Our God created this earth


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Green Eyes

Green Eyes
WLM
Wildncrazy555
August 14, 2011

I met a new friend
She will be there till the end
With eyes so green
With the most beautiful sheen
She is so fine
As the sweet tasting young wine
Though we have never met
That is no sweat
For one day 
It will never get in the way
One day we will
As my name is sweet Bill
Kathy is her name
She is one in a million and the same
Just one day it will be
Just hold your breath and see

I met Kathy Stafford playing on pureplaypoker.com and we hit it off immediately
Her eyes are the most beautiful green as my eyes are too
We will always be friends and meet one day
William Lewis Moore
But my eyes change from Green to Blue to Gray
But that is another poem I have


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Dear Hearer

Do you think your okay? do you have a need unknown to even you? does the 
world close in on you and do you feel like it's falling all around you? I mustn't let 
you see me cry for you, I must turn away so you wont hear my tear drops fall, or  
see the pain in my eyes and feel the ache in my heart. You've heard all the 
stories that are told everyday, all the make believe and fantasies, everything you 
want to hear but not what you must. God forbid that I should think  thier was 
something I could do to block you from this cold, cruel hearted world. I used to 
think I was self sufficient and I could make a difference in someone's life; but I 
destroyed my own.


The greatest love story ever told or ever known to man, is that Christ Jesus loves 
eternally. He became as unto man, yet without sin, He grew up in this world and 
walked among men.  Served His father above while serving men below, 
performed the greatest service. He died for His! He gave His life for me that I 
might live, and rose justified that I am bound in His eternity. The lost He came to 
save and secure in Himself forever and ever and ever, a salvation unbound by 
self and sin. He bore my blame and suffered just for me! Did He for you?


I wont' make it easy for you, I won't tell you everythings okay, I won't lie to you, I 
won't tell you what you want to hear but only what you must. I'm busting out of 
silence, God's grace is strongest, instead of taking I am giving and if it breaks 
your heart,  I only pray God mends it because I can't. When God touches you, I 
know you won't run, turn or walk away, you won't be able too! You won't pretend 
that everything's okay or that you have no need at all. God will be all you need, His 
love will keep you strong, In Him you will abide and will have eternal rest. A 
meaning to your life, and all because of Him...


Before almighty God, my saviour first of all, I am bowed and praying for thee; for 
without Him you will not live!

In Christ alone, Mercy Vessel


(c) Rosemarie Schrock 
      sept. 26,2007


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Rescue

Rescue
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 15, 2011

She is coming to rescue me
And I will finally be set free
My heart will be aglow
On my face it will soon show
She is my sweet, sweet dear
As the day will soon be here
I know she loves me so
In my heart and soul this I know
We have known from the start it was fate
It will never be from hate
We will have our very first date
After that she will be my mate
The doubters will finally see
Amazement on their faces it will be
I will laugh as it will show
For they will finally eat that Crow
She will finally be mine
For the rest of eternity and till the end of all time

this poem is in a contest with thousands of entries to be included in a book by all poetry contest. wish me luck grand prize is 1000.00$


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Seek

Seek, if ye will find.
Knock, if the door will not open.
"Will the father whose son asks for bread give him a stone?
So much more will your heavenly father give you
those good things you ask for."
I on my knees asked for understanding.
I asked for light.
I asked for truth.
I did not ask for more than I needed
in material things.
But I asked for more than I needed
in matters of God and truth.
I learned how ignorant and crude and low
my mind was, how much my soul
needed expansion,
and above all, how much love
was missing.
By the time my knees had become
pillars of stone
I
understood.


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Rules

Rules, Rules and more Rules
WLM
Wildncrazy555 
June 12, 2011

Always there are Rules
They treat us like fools
Will we ever win 
Must we always give in
To the way that they live
But we must learn to give
Can we learn to stay
Or will it always be this way
Can we live our life
Free from the bull and the strife
Will it change for me
Shall I ever be free
Should it ever end
Will I know when to begin
Life must go on 
And for this I must be strong
I will not be a pushover
For I know god watches over


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Ebony and Ivory

She hides her heart behind misleading eyes, layered with mahogany colored armor & a cloak of insecurities, walking as the proud figure of beauty when all she really wants... is to be accepted. She is, n open book of words unread, full of dread she wished she could express but is too afraid and borders herself away from the world around her. With pearls as her microphone head, lines of poetry as its staff & a background full of instrumented blasphemed romance, attached to an undercoating of Verde. She is, misunderstood and outspoken.. &she reminds me so much of myself. The well anticipated J. Cole concert we'd all been waiting for. She is, the reincarnation of musical masterpieces played through nimble vocal cords, & she's capable of so much more.. than she'll ever truly know..


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as the night goes by

As the night goes by i will stay.As the night goes by i will not leave.
as the night goes by i will love you. as the night goes by i will die for you.As the night goes by i will change for you.As the night goes by i will fight for you.
As the night goes by i will dream of you.So as the night goes by i will love you untell the end










love jamie


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Life is Cruel

Life is Cruel
WLM
April 6, 2011


Always things to face
Will we ever finish the race
Is it meant for me
Or will it ever be
The continuing strife
Always screwing up my life
It seems that I try and try again
But I never know where to begin
The problems that I face
Daily they put me in my place
 I thought of my friends
Will they be there at the end
I wish for their support
Or will I be treated like a dork
I really need them as such 
If they really knew how much
Not saying that I was wrong
With or without them I will be strong


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Technology

Burning lungs and driven minds,
I wouldn’t dare take a step back.
No one would believe me.
No one thought I had it in me.
If they only knew what we were capable of.

Let the crowd gather ‘round,
To see what they cannot deny.
Go ahead and eat the crow,
I am a machine.
If she’s got the fuel, then I’ve got the power.

Is everyone still watching?
Where did that train come from?
What power do I have against a locomotive?
How could I possibly stand up?
Please, everyone, turn your head for just one minute.

Wait, did you all see that?
I made a spark; I was running!
I swear it’s true!  I swear!
Ah ha!  It happened again; surely you saw.
If you had only faced this direction moments before.

Alas, it’s revealed.
I’m not bluffing, and now you know.
Now you can see her skin-carved “A.”
It’s right there in plain sight.
Credibility must bestow itself upon me.

I turn only to find your cosmetics at work.
You’re quick enough to be a beautician.
You’re dangerously quick,
Here I am, blushing red.
My shame is too much to bear; I’ve lost my alibi.

I’m outdated, worn down.
In these circumstances, can you blame me for rusting?
Not a soul has looked on me kindly since the day.
What once was luxury is being sold on a lawn.
Must you take all the fruit from the queen until she bleeds to death?

The back of this closet looks awfully dark.
I can't hear anything from in here.
I haven't a clue where everyone's gone.
I can promise you one thing is true, though:
I'm not broken; I still work.  I swear.  Just plug me in.


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LORD, COMING

                                       "Yada Yada Hi Dharmasya

                                      Glanirva Bhavathi Bharatha,

                                      Abhyuthanam Adharmaysya

                                       Tadatmanam Srijami Aham'.

                                     Bhagavad Gita (Chapter IV-7)

                                        Whenever there is decay

                                     of righteousness O! Bharatha

                                     And a rise of unrighteousness

                                         then I manifest Myself!"


LORD steps forward
His golden helmet shines 
Minarets of palace
Aglow with light
Perfumes pervade the depth of ocean
All praise thee
O Lord, in the chariot of fire
Golden bow in hand
Golden arrows in golden quiver
All pure like gold is
Distant cries faint like a dream
All souls are dreaming
A salvation
He walks on the sea
Leaving his chariot behind
Because the path is in storm
And he reaches me.


© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
14th October, 01:05 2014 (IST)


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BABY LET GET MARRIGE

we been lock
from the old block
now it time hop
and gold ring shop
buy a baby carrige
BABY LETS GET MARRIGE


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Broken Man

I got lost somewhere between hope and reality. I tired with all my might but things never seemed to go right. I had all my dreams ready but they never came true. I planned to achieve numerous goals but I never could. I had the perfect life planned out in my mind but now I feel as if I just wasted my time.  My best efforts never produced any success. Have I been walking through life wasting all of my breaths? Quitting and surrendering is the obvious choice for me now. Do I continue to fight until I have nothing left? Should I just hold my breath and patiently wait for death? Too broken to die and barely alive to continue. I just wish I had a clue to figure out this mystery called life.


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"WHEN MY MIND IS MADE UP!!!"

When my mind is made up
It doesn't matter what others say
When my mind is made up
I listen ,and follow my heart
When my mind is made up
There's no turning back
When my mind is made up
This is my final decision
When my mind is made up
Everything goes in 1 ear and out the other
When my mind is made up
I have no problem stating my opinion
When my mind is made up
I only see things the way I want to see them
When my mind is made up
It can't be changed
When my mind is made up
I say very little,and respond by my actions
When my mind is made up
I want,and need to be left alone
When my mind is made up
I know without a doubt God will see me through!!!"


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TOGETER WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD

if we stand tall we be like a wall
that will not fall
with the lord s will
we can build
make lives fullfill
for all
man woman boy or girl
TOGETHER WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD


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LOOK BABY WHAT WE BUILD

when had nuthin at all
we'll not fall
we have the wall
of  whats fullfill
thur working a gods will
together in good bad weather
BABY LOOK
WHAT WE BUILD


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These Falling Tears

Unexplainable pain swells in my eyes, tears go unnoticed running down my face,
pooling together into a tide of emotions. Unleashed anger threatens to break out 
in a mad rush to explode, but my steady stream of tears distinguishes it's only 
flame. Standing in this ocean of misery it's like I will drown, but O' the Truth 
triumphs strong and True; leaving no room for doubt. Often, I am quite blind and I 
can hardly see. Then, in my sight, I see only You as You shine within me.



Tears that go undiscovered may be hid from mans view, but are noticed every 
one by You. I can't give up, no matter the trials I face. I can't, turn away, no matter 
the pain I know. Enduring unto, the near end, I am  Fading more and more each 
day knowing that You are all of me. My heart cannot break in two when Your the 
whole of it. Though haunted by pain and anger, I'm embraced in You, ' Precious 
One' , where I'll forever rest.



Just what love can I compare? Take over me, be more in me and make me more 
of You. Turn from me my desires, cleanse me and purify me, so I will be no 
more. Just to cease to be, is all the desire I desire in me. I see so dimly through 
these falling tears, but the brightest star still shines and no tear can ever dim it's  
light. This terrain is rough and mountains are sure to come, but I'm climbing with 
Your grace... These falling tears shall cease, and I shall cease!

(c) October 30, 2007
Rosemarie Schrock


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Every New Step I Take

Every New Step I Take


You drag me back,I don't want to go back to were you say you love me and that we'll be together forever.I never like the way you keep repeating how you loved me , now i see that your only loves was the games you played.Should have know that everything would fall but i couldn't help but move forward and making every mistake I'm learning but learning slow.You should drag me back into your world or else it will back fire.every step is irreplaceable and bow I see why you felt lonely.No not this time I'm going to go forward you won't break me and i will strive I'm tired of this game like the game of cat and mice.You won't understand you won't know how it feels to be dragged down after reaching a new step.With ever step I would take you would have dragged me down but not this time I on this one


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Mans Man

Man’s Man

WLM
Wildncrazy555
April 18, 2011
To the gay population in the world

He is quite a man
And he will make his stand
For he will always stay
In his mind his own way
To most in the world it is a sin
But to him it is his place to begin
He is not sappy
He is continually always happy
For the love he has to give
Makes his life so great to live
In life we always change things and arrange
To most in life they think we are strange
We will sit and feel the simple breeze
Knowing ??????’s heart is at ease
In this world we will not desist
For millions of others exist
We must always give them their own space
Since they will always win their race
And they exist in their own place
Which is full of God’s wonderful grace

Written for a friend of mine
Who will always be a friend
Regardless of his lifestyle
William Lewis Moore
Bill


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if aching or crushed

  Yet is a rose a rose; 
Accoutrement's 
of 'death' aliments and milk. 
Absorbed and life-giving.
To most it is a kind face, 
whom wasts beneath. 
And those one or two others
would pass skunk weed off as a 'rose.'
if aching or crushed, 
and affably is it cousin in close aroma.
and all whom it's activity touches and 
if you are ashamed and never thus broken.
For sin is sin, 
thus is why you continuously harass a thorn. 

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Forever Free

In the land
Where brave men die
Stories are told
Where these men lie
Of how they fought
And what they sought
Glory not for themselves
But freedom to die
As they chose
So they did
And gave their all
So those that follow
Might know free will
Brave men in troubled times
Who lived not to count
Rich men’s dimes
Lived lives full
Rather facing death
Than to live as slaves
Men of honor who drank their fill
Feasted on life
Till filled with hope
Riding into battle already won
Free to feel the sun
With the wind in their hair
Free to choose their day to die
Oh to be so free
May we always be
To always remember the legend
Of a man and men
Who so believed in integrity and honor
In the face of challenge and strife
Rode off to face death
To put their lives to the test
For a greater cause
That we might live
Forever free


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Sale

Sale
WLM
Wildncrazy555
July 12, 2011

Sitting at the garage sale
Waiting for the people
Stuffed animals plenty to show
Hoping, praying that they will go
Lots of clothes on the rack
Waiting to be put into a sack
Shoes galore
Placed all around the door
Ready, willing and able
Knock knacks on the tables
Books, books, and more books
A to Z with captain hook
Let’s not wince
See the sign on the fence
The chink of the money
Oh, my, my honey
Shorts, pants, jeans and dresses
To be worn by more than one
People milling amongst the run
Avoiding the hot sun
Anna playing the tunes
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WORDS OF TRUTH LIVE ON

they were apart
and made  the started
to make change
don't let it go invain
we must sustain
 and gain stop the pain
by doing wrong
let there WORDS OF TRUTH
LIVE ON


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Birthdays are Important

Birthdays are important,
because they celebrate
our existence,
The genesis of our lives,
It means that we are one year wiser,
smarter and better,
It is important to celebrate
because it means the folks around 
us truly appreciate that we are here
on earth with them,
In celebrating birthdays we honor ourselves,
for having the ability to share in another's joy,
because for one day someone special has the
right to feel extremely Important.


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mold me

I have seen you in the eyes of strangers
I have heard you in the symphonies of dream time
I have wished for you on the dark edge of hope
And hoped for you in the moments of still awakening
I have mistaken you for others
The chattering ego and the carousel of mind thought have 
Captured my attention but have not fulfilled me
I have despaired in believing I had been abandoned
Turned my back on things soft
Chiseled out identities for myself
And tried to carve a niche in this universe without you
Still satisfaction eludes me
This oak cries out for its’ roots
The shell aches for wholeness
I sit like cut flowers
Essence drifting
Time sands shifting

All is naught if not for love

Bring back the pulse of the fervor
The passion that sung like a madman
Let me weep in the pain of apartness
Then fill me with all the is you
Let us eat of my heart in a lovers feast
And feed the fires of need
Let them warm me until at last they consume
And sear away the rust and tarnish 
On this once faithful soul

Whisper in my ear the words of the great nothingness
Show me what the stars look like beyond the veil of illusion
Purify me back into wonderment
Mold me back into myself


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and 'Ladies'

 
  and 'Ladies' young and old
do you even know
when i go into the grocery store
and how they come all around me
and i
not even paying attention
as they watch me squeeze this and
squeeze that
and they being all that you are
some what more and some few less
and they
take my hand and place it there
and in my hand they squeeze it
they squeeze it harder than they should
but i'm not paying attention 
and as i'm thinking about squeezing
that which needs to be squeezed
in my mind i am squeezing it more
and watching some become flushed
there faces grow dark and pink
so many
and so many my head spins around 
looking down as i feel
all of that juice run free
through my hands
and all of my critical thinking
has left me it's gone. 

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Hands

I hold out my hands
much to my surprise
they are touched
and, I find a new dimension
What?
to explain would be tedious
I hold out my hands


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Sweet

Sweet 
WLM
August 15, 2010


You are as sweet as the Rose which blooms on the vine
Therefore I will be with you for all time
You make my day 
In such a shining way
The clouds in the sky
Are nothing like the high
Which makes my head reel
This feeling I feel
For the feeling is real
And such a great deal
We will be
As just set free
To live and learn
For you I only yearn
To make my life
Free from all strife
I am so in love
Like the white mourning dove
Who flies on the wing
Just listen and hear him sing
Our life will be fine
Like the sweet tasting wine
Of the purple fruit
Which will always suit?
God has sent you to me
For us to be free


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Spoken

Spoken!


Are we meant to walk a tight straight line,
Wouldn’t that be saying to walk like the blind.
How will the hollow be treated in the end,
The two edge sword is being used for family and friend.
A crooked smile is hard to bend right,
The strong is most needy when using their might.
Unconscious wisdom spoken to bring down to the top,
A cliff is extended in sight of the short stop.
Wrongful delight can’t teach a child confusion,
But a picture made by evil hands gives a right way illusion.
Falling short to the tall brings along a silent bed,
Hot air in a head makes no stop air blown on hot makes stop while ahead.
Carving your pumpkin with heart out of chest,
To take a heart out of evil empty chest is best.
Cut off your left if it hinders your right,
Close your eyes to see dark to realize whose light!

Ashley Hogan AH


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What If It Was

So, what if it was
Just you and me
What if we decided 
To take a walk
Just to see
Where it might lead
Would you be as enthusiastic 
To a yes
As you are to a maybe
What if it was
Just you and me
And no one else
Would you really be devoted
Through any kind of rain
Could it be as we imagine
And we work our way
Through our dreams
Would we each be there
To stand beside
When hurt tried
To get deep inside
Would we each be there
To celebrate
When life brought smiles
Too big to contain
When we felt like leaping
Out of our shoes
Would it be 
Into each other’s arms
When our children
Brought news of their own
Would they do so separately
Or as one
And when the end came near
Would we still take
Each other’s hand
So, if it was
Just you and me
To all these questions
What would your answer be


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WHAT I SEE IN YOU

i see someone kind
made my life shine
someone who is corlor blind
someone who do
and love me too
thats 
WHAT I SEE IN YOU


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If

you where to hold my hand
and look at me, my heart might 
skip. I would look away, say 
“The sky is lovely.” Yet there
are clouds covering the sky,
like I cloud my words meanings, for
in truth, I don’t think anything of the sky,
nor trees, nor flowers when I’m 
with you. Only you. Therefore, I think 
I need you, and like the 
infamous poets before me, I will
attempt to immortalize you in lines,
and woo you with verse. If that should, however, 
fail, I lose you to the wind, and men 
yet to come, and without 
you, I’ll be of the trees Orpheus 
sings to, with somber branches and
lost leaves. I will talk and write of your
eyes, an electric, endless brown.
Of your voice, drifting in 
the air and stopping at nothing
to please. Of your figure and grace,
destroying wills of men like the Sirens song,
yet thicker and more potent,
lingering like cigar smoke in the air. 
Eventually, yes, my mind will move on,
but frozen in time would be my
emotions for you in these lines, 
and if ever you need to feel loved, 
you need only read.

If it where to work though, the
story takes a different path, which is 
one I leave to your imagination. 
An obscurity found in most love 
stories. ‘They lived happily ever after,’  
would, could, be us, where you to
dip your fingers (what gentle, 
beautiful fingers), into the well 
of my palm.

The choice then is yours then,   
my lovely R------, what’ll it be?


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You Were There

  When I was walking in pain and agony,
You were there to ease my suffering.


  When I was walking in sorrow,
You were there to comfort me.


  When I was walking without hope,
You filled my heart and soul anew.


  When I was walking alone and friendless,
You were there to hold my hand.


  When I was walking afraid and in fear,
You were there to give me courage.


  When I was weak and could not walk,
You gave me strength to stand again.


  Always, when I have walked in the shadows of life,
You have been there to lead me to sunlight.


  As I start on the path today,
Lead me, Lead me . . . I pray.


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and even as your 'teacher' watches 'you'

and even as your 'teacher' watches 'you'
and your each 'dropp' that falls on me, your my rain.
and i am tired and i am thirsty and it's only just a start.
and we are as we now are, it is love and it is art.
and i know that it is bitter, some times sour even tart.
and as my fever climbs, you even help it sway to sleep.
and as it drips there slowly, yes so slowly down, a golden treat.
and as you do your very best, i can't but try my best to catch.
and each yellow sun so high and bright, it hurts my eyes.
and still it rains, you turn and smile at me, as it rains a little more. 
and each dropp that drips, i see dripp on me and i ask please.
and comes more rain, as it pours on top me.
and as your hunches lift and squalls, they over power me.
and you keep me warm, you hunker down, you dry my lips.
and rain warm falls and as it cools it runs the length of all i see.
and down the small of your majestic and curved back.
and through that small and rustic, royal scenic crack. 
and above me as each moon, i breach i'm always looking at.
and each dropp of rain seems bitter and it's sour it is tart.
and as your teacher watches, she can only try to hold you back.
and i am tired and i am thirsty and it rains, even now it pours.

...
..
.

Is It Poetry


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Thank You For Lesser Blessings

I pray to The Lord to thank Him,
for gifts He provides each day.
A prayer of thanksgiving to Jesus,
for the blessings He sends my way.

I thank you Lord for the lesser things,
and not think it so odd,
for I know that even the smallest,
is given by The Grace of God.

Thank you for a stove and a pantry...
for a blanket, pillow, and bed...
for clean sheets, warm covers, and pajamas,
and sending my daily bread.

Thank you for washcloth and towels...
for soap, a tub, and sink...
for tube of toothpaste and toothbrush,
and a faucet of cold water to drink.

I have taken so much for granted,
hardly given it much thought,
but from now on I will pray to thank you Lord,
for these lesser blessings wrought.

I have prayed a prayer of thanksgiving,
for provisions The Lord has given;
may we promise and always remember,
to be grateful thankful children!


Milton L. Delgado
February 19, 2008


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EASTER FOR THE WORLD

it had to fall
for us all
so we could begin
he died for our sin
he raise his head
for all our blood is red
its for me you too
and boy and girl
EASTER FOR THE WORLD


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The Silent One

Who is living alive inside of you? 
Do you even really want to know?
Have you ever spoken to the one that is always speaking to you?
Are you stacking all of your priorities with any proper perspective?
You know it is your battleground or so this is how you make it seem.
A zest for life arises in you continuously only to later be continued. 
So abruptly, you have dismissed the silent one inside of you to go!
All because you were swiftly overpowered by your own self-greed 
Nevertheless, where does the silent one keep retreating off to?
The silent one holds onto every single chance for a timely thought. 
Even all of those improbable unachieved least possible dreams!

What is it that lives alive inside of you?
What makes you even want to breathe?
Have you ever really felt the one who is always feeling you?
Innocence is sweet standing in your way of a divine pleasure. 
Again, it is your battleground or so this is how it surely seems!
Your blissful moments are in the hands of the silent one inside. 
Again, poof vanished indeed this time without a trace or lead!
Yet, you are completely indulging in a definite feeling of gratified.    
Still yet, where does the silent one keep scooting away to?
The silent one holds every crystal-clear thought, 
Even the ones all of you will still clearly demean!

Who gives you to you? 
Have you ever once thought deep and hard into that?
A restricted area due to the danger foretoken, your battleground or so it seems!
Excitement swells up alive inside of you with ecstasy’s loud bursting screams!
The silent one is slipping away while verbal battles are fueling into a combat.
Overwhelmed by self-indulgence your every breath is thoroughly exhausted! 
Still yet, where in this world could your silent one be gallivanting away to?
The silent one holds your every thought, even those you have so deemed!
Now do tell, who knows you better than you do?
Have you ever given this up for a chance of much thought?
Have you ever seen the one that is always looking at you?
Conflict of interest guards the main entrance, the battleground or so it seems!
Enticed to indulge the silent one inside is finally caught when truly sought.
Lured by the sight at hand, but why did the silent one have to stay too?
The silent one holds your every moment in your every thought, 
Even those you always seem to unfortunately forget to redeem!


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SixtySeven

SixtySeven



CharlaXFabels



The Mind Of GOD



LOVE
 He became angry, and when he refused to enter the house, his father came out 
and pleaded with him. 
He said to his father in reply, 'Look, all these years I served you and not once did I 
disobey your orders; yet you never gave me even a young goat to feast on with my 
friends. 
But when your son returns who swallowed up your property with prostitutes, for 
him you slaughter the fattened calf.' 
He said to him, 'My son, you are here with me always; everything I have is yours. 
But now we must celebrate and rejoice, because your brother was dead and has 
come to life again; he was lost and has been found.'" the certainty of days is lost 
in aggravations and in misdirected thinking abilities are missed in dreaming and 
wishing colors were not true the sky is always blue in some peoples world the 
clouds don't move in true reality the clouds fly screaming across the sky to take 
kisses from mye eye to deliver them all to ewe from the kissing place its true oh 
ewe there is many of them there still hanging from my lipps to kiss the lipps of 
ewe. The moral of the story don't get thy dandruff up until the wind blows. WAIT. 
Bulliten: This is just inn hot off the iron. Love lasts forever and yes it forgives so iff 
ewe aer just lately starting to hate me lets nip it now in the bud and snip all the 
hate away and please keep the love thorns are okay when the rose is on vine but 
when picked all the thorns do is cry. Add mee quickly back unto thy eye am 
pleading for mye heart seems to be gone when ewe linger in the ether and do 
not even come just try to find forgiveness in your heart for me today. The concrete 
where eye tried to spend the nite was stiff to muscles used to better beds the dirt 
eye finally found in a corner of the church was fine and warmer out of wind the 
sadness that eye feel is never hate but only love not found and wasted time. The 
anger comes from being left alone.
Eye would not change the way eye am eye would not want it any other way to love 
someone is to miss them when away. My time is spent in vain pursuits of 
happiness continuous searching for food and circuses the hour is almost upon 
the masses no more time to love. Please add me to your list of love as number 
one again mye friend and love the man that eye become is jealous of your love 
and time still searching for your heart and certain ewe aer there in mine and we 
aer both there inside the mind of god. LOVE.

 


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FIFTYTHREE

FIFTYTHREE
CharlaXFabels
Differences
Sheep and Goats is the way the BIBLE says it and ewe can knoe them by the fruit 
some men smoke and some men drink too much
Some men eat too many candy. Poor men eat a lot of fish and some potatoes 
some men look for extra meat. Some men love to eat too much some men still 
don't get enough. When life is over comes the judgment of the GOD. Please say 
JESUS while there is still some time to ponder leave the habits far behind step 
on water walk some lines. One man kills his enemy while in fighting mode one 
man turns away and fights to live another day called a coward he is stone. 
Fighting men live the cowardice. Every time a red neck hurts another freak every 
time a fight has ended in complete harm to the survivor understand the reversal 
of our roles when you both are then transformed and standing at the throne of 
GOD eye plan to then endeavor to forgive you in the sight of a righteous 
plenteous GOD for eye am sinner born of woman and of blood. Saying Jesus 
has to be enough to save us for the Power is the Spirit and the name. Apostolic 
Teachings tell us we aer saved by our own faith. Say the name of Jesus then 
believe in GOD. Works are meant to be the good ones helping others giving aid. 
All the things a fighting man defames. Takers gamblers beggermen thiefs. Not 
goats but sheep in woolite clothing once eye wanted to attempt to fly like 
Superman and walk through the walls and once when eye was near a ditch eye 
went to JESUS in my Spirit and eye witnessed to a HomeOwner who could not 
accept the fact that eye did the impossible split for while eye was standing there 
on the side of the road and in my earthly body eye was also in my Spirit speaking 
in the living room and watching self outside yes lameba eye did split like 
Superman on one episode he was moving to save someone and even if the man 
eye met did not accept it was the attempt that was worth the try. While other men 
fight.


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I am He

The grass
I am
The lake
I am
The meadow
I am
I am He
He I am.


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Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen

Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen
Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen
solyant green the 666 is money the dollar sign the number on the bill the id 
card the birth date and now the phone number all these are important but not 
the end of time will come after time has wound down look at the sun it is a 
yellow sun not red it gets red science will tell you when it ages
when the moon turns to blood the light of the moon is only the reflected light 
of the sun as it burns in the form of the gaseous ball of fire we see a yellow 
sun this gives people light health and strength when it starts to turn red it 
might dwarf or grow into a giant the color is the key to the end when it is red 
it is almost over the time will be shorter the days length only a third of the day 
will we see anything people will be suffering more they will be animals again 
the mind will be gone the hive mind will be gone only monkeys intent on 
survival and fighters will advance up to the tower of Babel and preach new 
ways of murder uniform living one size fits all with the mark of the beast on 
the visible mind and hand me no money will no longer be needed only an 
access point me to the door way let me inside to those material goods pudding 
and soap clothing and food out the door way too home is a spot on the walk 
no more hope chasing the poor with no mark dragging mee upp the stairs 
steppes to the scaffolding holding upp the killers guillotine blade will take my 
worthless head off and send my soul to Jesus to be remade. God grant me the 
strength to be ready to die to refuse the mark of the beast let me become 
truley free a child of the living Jesus set me free  let me be free the price of life 
is set too high no heart no love no life only the asking price of murder in the 
long cold night of sky turning red for more then a few hours obscuring the 
clouds unseen the fire coming mingled with ice the misery of EgYpt the frog 
spirits of the dead mentioned in the Book Of Revelations eye paid 30 pieces of 
SIlver to JUdas to be hangged he might be the ABomination of DEsolation 
mentioned will be coming to the Temple area someone has to be the 
AntiCHrist when it will happen perhaps the SUn will be dying before that day 
ever comes not one day but about 3500 of them this has been a fact filled 
missive but you must understand what do eye mean eye do not quote facts 
and figures when eye write it is from a dead poet vision Dead Poet Two 
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After 'It' All

After 'It' All
Each breeze and gentle soul 
lays within reposed, 
and linens 'Regal' lace
doth move no more.

Upon this voyage, 
'You' start again.

Each vein a troubled river
knows each more, 
Alone.

Death withheld me from your eyes, 
rigid, but firm, 'Death' can't disguise
the grace that formed
your fingers closed and clutched within.

Here now, 
before that white'Oak' pew
crossed 'Hands' again now held, 
I add mine ring, to thine.
 
Is It Poetry
    

r.b.


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Frozen

Your essence is intoxicating,pure and true
It makes me smile, and my heart skip a beat
Thoughts of your touch
I cannot wait to be in your arms again	

The sweet smell of your breath on my neck,
The taste of your body against my lips…
Take them…my lips are yours
Because without them, I am bare
Without you, I am nothing

I’ll be all that you need
All that you want
Take all of me,and I am lost
You are all that I know, all that I cherish, all that I crave
And still it is not enough

Frozen on my face, forever in time…a tear
A single tear of love..
My love for you…my life
A love you didn’t ask for…
I cannot take it back
It is yours…I need you

Like the water to the wave,
Like the blood to a vein…
And it’s your desire for me
That makes me want you close


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A Lament

I have swallowed the poison...
suffered through darkness.
I have tasted the ashes,
lived in utter lostness.

I remember the pain
when hitting bottom;
desperate I dreaded,
what I had become.

To be punished for sin,
how dare I complain!
Is The Lord not my life
from whence I came?

I have entered The Light!
My Soul has been taken.
God proves to be Faithful,
To The called He's awakened!


Milton L. Delgado
Inspired By The Book of Lamentations
Chapter 3
October 20, 2006


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Layer Of Warmth

As the golden sun adds a layer of warmth to the earth and all the creatures sing 
praise___bees hum buzzz, buzzz as they search for food where pickins' are few..Birds
chirp their different calls from chirrup, chirrup to Jim-my, Jim-my...Across the creek, the 
roosters' crows are getting weak about crowed out now that they have awaken the sun..
There is a stillness this morn_peace..It seems to be a lazy kind of morn__As if all the 
creatures know that God said rest on this day..If I miss rest and renewal it starts to tell 
on me body, soul, emotion, and spirit___Constantly aware that I need my time alone with 
God..


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Guided Speech

As the sun rises radiating its golden beams clearing the mist of morn__So I arise to 
meet the day's responsibilities_I believe that He has come with healing in His 
Wings_Pain is going away and relief is being restored___Draw me close let me be filled 
with Your Power...Guide my speech...Guide my thoughts as they are penned...Help my 
words be Love and Light being sprinkled with just the right amount of salt...Help my 
speech be healing and restorative connected to You and You alone...Thanks for the day 
to live for You once more..Amen


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GAME OF POOL

its pssa time
get it on line
where to play
its everyday
they shot this ball
at the pool hall
some do it for fame
and to buy food
the
GAME OF POOL


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MY WORD TO MY GOD

i didn't promise them
i promise him
 and gave him my word
i would serve
and bad or good weather
if he except me in heaven
he gave me anew started
that
MY WORD TO MY GOD


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A Prayer

  A prayer, that no one hears
as i walk through the blinding snow
and up each creaky step, 
they pause to let me by.
Chafed my wrists, your lips
i see, 
each face looks on concerned.
One ask them why.
My love for her, each call, each tear, 
i feel, 
by all around, i see them arm in arm.
The levers pulled.
My head, 
rolls down the wooden ramp, 
and muddies her clean feet.
i stood alone before the bench, 
without a name. 


s.t. 

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Christian Wine

 Christian Wine 
Christian Wine 
 
Fifteen Fabel 
  
Christian Wine 
 
CharlaX Fabels 
 
Most men reiterate the infirmities of flesh the scars so proud to show so scary 
but so worthwhile like Tom Sawyers Toe. The boys eye meet on the street hold 
up they shirts and say look so neat the knife came all the way across and then 
they brag so braggart the facts and get another illegal drink for most of them use 
the alley they are too young to sit the bar stool anyway. The seldom used door 
long locked against the thief they lean upon each other's arm in misery for one 
so young to fall prey to john barely corn. 
The eye used to drink it down convinced it was the best thing in town and let me 
tell you all it was hard to put it down but the punch line of my story is the sobriety. 
Jesus saves in different ways each person is not the same. He never changes 
but the person changes to fit the mold of HIS direction. The soups cold and the 
meat is not too hot and the butter never melts but eye am so happy not to drink. 
The wet rain falls upon my brow and makes me frown but somehow the son 
always shines for me as well and love is just around. 
The edges of my mind are filled with happiness her name is love she is ewe my 
loneliness is gone my loveliness has come. 
Rules for English words stop me from making rhymes and so the words come 
out so strang and yet she thinks she loves she moves the mountains between 
us and GOD is in my heart and love is also there from her to make me live just 
until it is time to die and leave her to carry on in Heaven to build a place to stay a 
picnic ready to be eaten in the grass of Heaven just inside the doorway. 
There were many people stories in my bible to read there was a Nazarene who 
never cut his hair it is said they never drink wine? 
He is drinking wine in Heaven with his JESUS now. 



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Fabel32

 Fabel32 
Fabel32 
 
 
Man or Dove 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
GOD is Jesus. A living GOD does not have to frustrate Him self with a man at all 
but he does what a GOD wants and no one can tell HIM anyway. He could have 
done a different planet and never made the man the ADAM. He could have been 
a DOVE and ruled the WORLD of DOVES nothing moving on the surface of the 
planet except food for DOVE. 
John 20:30-31 
 Jesus did many other miraculous signs in the presence of his disciples, which 
are not recorded in this book. But these are written that you may believe that 
Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his 
name. 
The written word is given not so perfectly it seems the detractors of the Gospel 
will agree the BIBLE has been written by the men and not the DOVE. He does not 
complain of feathers colored wrong he does not jealously assume the plume of 
other birds he never drinks too much or eats too many seeds of grass he never 
wants a different colored shirt of blue upon his back he has feathers mostly gray 
and brown a DOVE is GOD in FORM of FLESH and LOVE. Today eye discovered 
a dove a thing of beauty made in love the GOD most certainly seems to me to be 
a creator capable of form. The feathers around the eye. The way the dove tried to 
see me from the side she turned her delicate head just like a lady in love. The 
feet seemed too large on her for dove but seemed like duck perhaps this dove 
was just malformed an egg in need of more attention in the nest but not the fault 
of GOD. On DOVE WORLD there is one tree where DOVE the GOD does live. She 
preens her feathers and she rules but yet she loves them. When a DOVE dies 
and falls from SKY she moves herself to see just where it lays and then SHE 
Cries a mournful sound in otherwise so pretty of a face she can raise it from the 
dead and send it into Heaven then to live and fly forever no more in need of world 
of food or anything. One day upon the Dove Earth the sky was filled with war the 
demon doves were killing all the poor. They called a halt in vain attempts at 
peace and then a most marvelous thing. The DOVE GOD she flew to high and 
spread her wings in a hurried dive she slammed into the ground at Supersonic 
speed and then she died and then she screamed eye am alive eye hold the keys 
the poor will soon come and live with me and then the SOUL of GOD the DOVE it 
flew to Heaven where it grew to be the JESUS GOD. 
He rules in love. A DOVE,MAN,GOD. 


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Betrayal

I've waited for you many winters,
A face of an angel beheld in my dreams.
Soul that's pure, etched in the flight of my fantasies,
Heart that's noble, too good to be true?

Not to risk in my mind's delirium,
Being left a "damsel in distress" by her window...
Sent my horses away...till they came...
Bringing less than a knight to stay.

Winters do come and go, alas,
I reflect as my sweet child grows,
I betrayed you in flesh but never in heart,
Sitting still by that window...
Someday...tomorrow.


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BE KINGS AND QUEENS

where you live
learm to give
don't sit still
foot the bill
so the lords will
it not mean
and it not a dream
to be you see
KINGS AND QUEENS


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WE'RE THE BEST

we do it all
tho at times we fall
we sing and play ball
its well under stood
we are good
we past gods test
and never   rest
WE'RE THE BEST


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DARKSTONE

DARKSTONE
FortySeven
Statistic
Several missing parts some scars beaten up and left for dead the mighty men 
have used the fists oh GOD when will eye get some rest walking walking looking 
looking searching for my hideaway my endless questing telling portenting 
changing my namme today.
Jesus tells me in the Bible he has a namme for me to find so whenever eye see 
a stone of white eye look asunderneathe the rock and ponder. Oh wow there was 
a small dark stone there so eye took my namme to mean DARK STONE in an 
Indian manner my new nicknamme was visible there and given mee today. 
Charlax Darkstone sounds like some lost Indian fighter with buckskin britches 
pooring out his heart to save the villagers. A Statistic very bad vibrations from the 
passing stranger’s men it seems have followed Satan they are walking after lust 
not contemplation Oh brief candle out out but wait for love and stay alive she 
loves me please just try to find me ewe knoe just who ewe aer.  
Leaning to the million dollar giveaway the DOUBLEDAY publishers called me 
today and begged me for another chance to publish my anthology a prance of 
under moonlighted night the moon is setting way too quickly falling light is dark 
so dark it fits my namme my new nicknamme the DarkStone man has come. 
She sits and drinks her coffee sipping past the lipps and seeing only love. 
DarkStone is that yew old bean and how eye manage to avoid the many 
StormTroopers in my area and the Gendarmes who come strolling jauntily 
aiming from the hippopotamus erectus at the eye. Overcome with honor that she 
loves me this one is at odds become extant with the extinction of us all the 
problems of a man even when he is forgiven are so many and still varied until 
they multitude them past the ending now. Eye have a problem with the Judging 
all the man who meet me seems so evil and eye still do want to curse them even 
though the GOD the JESUS does not like it the statistics missed me nah nah 
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah. To the man in the truck the tires is only 
rubber and they bounce the road will not protect you but someday it will come 
and get you so look out. Make me shout make me holler make me doubt. Eye 
have beaten all the odds and lived in spite of odd man out. Revelation 2:17
He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who 
overcomes, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give him a white 
stone with a new name written on it, known only to him who receives it.


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TELEVISION FREAK

in my home
am never along
in every room
theyer in tune
also the month on june
iin summer am like a bum
i catch the  television beat
guest you can say am a
TLEVISION FREAK


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A Lovely Divine Smile

A lovely divine shipping smile
forces waves which was vanished
my whole tearful oceans forever,
and I feeling forever with my
beloved divine lord graces,I
got waves seashores lovely divine
smile coming from the spiritual
kingdom, where I was coming like a
small bird in the spiritual
divine smile oceans, where my
lord called me common join with
yours answer, a lovely divine
smile forever to me.


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Last Thought of the Day= to all soupers

thanks for well wishes...I will see this thru...(like I got a choice)....always a 
joker...not so easy still up and in pain...vicodin like an M&M...I cant read 
individuals now, but that will come...Soup is where I am, and where I'm headed.  
You guys know the score...Truth and perception...light and dark...Tom and 
Rosie...some things just dont end...and she is my life saver, and my son any you 
guys...so much wiser than me in so many ways...dont have to say a word...there 
is a song about the sun and the moon...there is Bonnie and Clude...There is 
scotch and water...and there is rosie and Tom, though I haven't kissed her in 
eons..doesnt matter...no words needed...all the stuff I ever tried to say she knew 
from the minute we met...I have one last word tonight without sounding pompous 
and petulant---------...A fly and a fly swatter and  a hammer... A 20 cent fly swatter 
killes a fly effectively...rather easily.....a $200 hammer killes a fly as dead...but 
much harder...much more effort and focus to accomplish same thing...a dead 
fly...is a dead fly, but your efforts are unequal.  Morale- (buy bug spray!...opps, 
sorry....) bad word, you get what you give, and them some...one kind word to one 
person can avoid a war.  so choose your words carefully, they live on beyond your 
wildset dreams...as your actions do...easy..but Americans live in their own world, 
no more valid than another...yetmwe will die for a thing nebulous in conception.  
Poets are the lead troops...hate the analogy..but go with a sharp sword, if you 
must...God, under any  name, will handle the rest......see ya tomorrow...rose will 
post any news...she is incredible...as are you...I would dread to have her as my 
enemy. I.S.Y.N.....dreams from another part of the world...Tom TTT 1-4-3 
Rose, let the poets figure that one out.  goodnight.


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ONE GOD ONE LOVE

we'll his star
who you are
near or far
his loves 
from above
life will be smooth as lard
ONE GOD ONE LOVE


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PEN AND PAD

carry always 
its your aids
mabe you write
can't tyde
its not sad
just don't be had
carry a
PEN AND PAD


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CAN'T GET OVER YOU

you're stil 
my love pill
your in my head
i toss turn in bed
without you am so blue
i still love you too
I 
CAN'T OVER YOU


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i think i do it, 'because you like it'

i think i do it, 
'because you like it' 
but if i keep doing it, 
you mustn't tell her why.
you are why i keep doing it.
i just do it because you let me.
and i like it.
when you like it as much as i do.
and when i do it there.
and some times, 
i think you like to watch my face, 
when my eyes balls.
do what you say they do, 
though i am hard pressed
to believe that they do it.
just like you say they do.
and you still have to help me, 
as i still dont know how to do it very long.
and when that moment comes.
and you squeeze on it a little more and, 
please, 
try not to make a long production out of it.
i think it is only because, 
you have let me do it for so long and
it seems i always have and it always will 
and look at it now, 
it's still doing it and i know it's
because you like it
and so when i do it for you, then.
and you mustn't ever tell her why, 
but tell me if you want.
and i will do it for you one more time.. 

Is It Poetry


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POWER OF A WRITING PEN

it cheap
and it speak
you should kept
it around
writer things down
you never know
as you go 
you can show
and mabe win with a grim
the
POWER OF A WRITING PEN


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~ Poem the 1st Chap. Inspired Bye ~ Part #35

~  The- start of a  new freedom- is the simple vision  of Hope for all, of God. The  one prudence born, of the fruitful meditation  of His soul, softly, and simply, spoken. The tender  desire, found through the weary eyes ... the one  sweet emotion awaiting the humbled soul that has  been made certain, and is willing, and ready to remain,  now and forever open. For the willing heart lays open to  what struggle and strife this life, may bring, for the willing  are patient and aware of the awesome blessings that will come,  in this certain time of opportunity. For freedom for all is granted by  God and given the eyes to see the great passion of His Heart, rising and  forever evolving in the emotion of this Grace, and is brought through Gods  Hope to rise to this position, all through a life lived openly for all, and for the  one, and is seen to be one love sown in peace. The one condition of His that  is sown openly for all the soul, through the standard and goodness of Jesus' peaceful words of mercy, found in the steady advance and revealed moreover, in the nature of this, His devotion for all, shown through the perfection of His love  in faith ... and so, freedom is found, and does rest in measure, solely upon  the given surrender, the complete abandon to be found within the open  heart of the broken ... will ... so it is a willing devotion ... given the very  sight this season to see ... and the mind to dream. To take a jaunt upon  the merry winds of this gracious opportunity. For the peaceful pardon  and certain reasoning for this season ... is the one blessing given and  given for all ... of the Fathers foremost desire, seen by me now to be  the perfect love offered here to me as well, moving through the spirit of His wayward hopes emotion. The tender grace ... born of His chance, and granted for all, and so it is intended to be, a simple adaptation, alive and well and abundantly thriving, within the heart of a new born child. To be alone, picked up by Him and swept away, alive and wandering free. Tossed about and around within the hands of the many winds of peace, and so away goes the gentle chipper leaf, sent adrift, and amid the fall, apart from the day of the perfect warmth shown to him in the beauty and simpler days of his youth.


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I had a dream

While sleeping I had a dream, a dream where my Lord came to me.  He took my 
hand and asked me, “Is there anything you would have of Me?”

Taken aback for a moment, I thought. Then without hesitation I answered, “I want 
to know You like I have never known You before.  I want to feel Your heart, instead 
of mine, see with Your eyes, hear the words You long to hear.  Lord, I want You to 
be so much a part of me, that I can’t feel me anymore.  Is that possible Lord?”

He smiled and answered, “As you search My Word, it draws you nearer to me as 
ever before.  So yes, it is possible, but are you wanting it enough to search ever 
so diligently?”

When I awoke, my heart sank as I recalled His question.  Am I wanting it enough 
to search so?  For it sounds like much, too much work.  Then I thought, when it is 
one you love and long to be with, do you not go far and beyond to reach them?  
Yes!

Yes Lord, it is something I want enough to search so diligent for.  I want to be as 
close to You as I can possibly be while here on earth.  Then the day of Your 
return will be only that much sweeter and more spectacular to me.

The smile He put in my spirit that day, made my heart sing!  And sing it will 
forever!


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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


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Winds of Your Voice

Let the winds of Your voice blow across the vastness of the earth, O Lord Reaching all that would hear, listening to the words, hastening it’s message Feel the breath of God blow across your face, people ... how can you not! See the many splendors of His work, majestic in their beauty Taste the sweetness of His words, they are life sustaining to you Without them you shall surely die an everlasting death Glory in His righteousness! For He is worthy of your praise He is the Alpha and Omega, nothing exists without Him My eyes long to see His face, my heart to kneel at His feet May each breath I take be that which He has given He is wonderful, mighty, loving and jealous Longing for us to come to Him on our own accord We are not His puppets, but we are his children He longs to give His children great gifts of life Would we not let Him be our Father, are we an ignorant people? He has given so much for us, can we not give ourselves to Him?


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The Being (Part Two of Two)

You … Are The Epitome of All Existence
Ypi… Are The Optimum – Pulse – Presence
We Live in Your Radius – Residence
and You … Are The Preserver, The Palace, The Promise
The Peace,  Pretty Perfection,  and  Providence
The Rightful Owner of Our Obedience…

‘… The Being ’

The Father’s Fingers, Were The Spark of Genesis
Flowing –  The Full Splendor of Continuance
Rousing Radiance, Beauteous Brilliance
Somewhere With ‘ Word ’,  ‘ He ’ Pronounced A Sublime Sentence
… and Time Arose and Fell in Universal Reverence
Marching Each Moment – In  A Consecrated Cadence

to…  ‘… The Being ’

Unapproachable, Blinding… Is His Light
Eyes of Holy Glory – Magnify Prophecy With Sight
… to Us, Is Invisible, Yet Invincible – The Spirit
And  The Son of This Source,  ‘ The Word ’… Hear It!
Logos Said:  “This Is Truth!”… we’re Speaking of…
His  Name is  Jehovah … ‘ He ’ is ‘Luminor’ Love!...

… This Is… ‘ The Being ’

… Sun,  Moon,  Stars…  Space
Earth,  Oceans,  Sky…  Heaven’s Face
Genuine Evidence – At A Generous Pace
Emitting Precious Waves in Everlasting Embrace
To Us… Was Given This Tremendous – Touch – Trace
Of  The  Sovereign  Lord  God… Oh, Your Merciful Grace…
May We Ever  Love,  Pray Allegiance  and  Praise…

… ‘ Your Beauteous Being ’…


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My heart is Bethlehem

My heart is Bethlehem
I can hear a baby's footsteps
A soft touch
Who are you little heart?
I am Bethlehem, my Lord
You are very sweet Bethlehem
Why my Lord?
I have found here my mother
Mary
I have found here my father
Joseph
I have found here my Bethlehem
Yes my Lord
Yes my little heart
Your feet are bare my Lord
And there are hard rocks
I love hard rocks little heart
Harder the better
hardest the best
It bleeds my Lord
It will bleed Bethlehem
For river flows in her best waters
For sky opens out her best wings
For Angels sing their best carols
Yes my Lord
Be on the watch Bethlehem
I am going to my parents
First bird sings.


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Eighteenth Fabel

 Eighteenth Fabel 
 
Eighteenth Fabel 
 

 



Praising Jesus 

 

CharlaXFabels 



Wondering uncertain from one day to the next working for survival never needing 
any rest building no foundation that has not already been prelaid but marching to 
my final curtain on the strength of HIS shed blood on the price of life HE paid. 
Rude self centered people all day long are teaching me a path not connected to 
my song the love inside of me is taken when they stride in perfect ignorance they 
glide on oily fingertips like some forgotten hide left in the center of a hunting 
camp with maggots all at work no one can use the hide for clothing no one can 
make it work. Suddenly remembered pain of death intended oh Jesus take me 
make me whole and well and keep them all away from me the naked and the 
dead they rise in misery to foster they beliefs upon a lame and morose figure a 
aged creature just as eye am beneath a clouded sky no moon is visible no sun 
but sonshines down on me today and life is hard and life is stirring in the clay. 
Devoid of Human life they are only interested in the personal perspective seeing 
nothing but the end of own nose and looking down it at others prose. 

Society of man is living in ignorance and darkness no hope but the grave 
atheists and deists marking time by taking up worthless spaces meant for 
others to occupy if you cannot do the work assigned to you get up and let 
someone else try the end is near oh GOD the end will come too soon for some 
of them. A half remembered song about the lyrics sung you cannot petition the 
LORD with Prayer? Yes eye can and hopefully it's there the Thorny Crown 
replaced with silver gold and brass or just the light that shines from Inside place 
of GOD? 

Not meant to ever resemble money not meant to be much more than love. He 
kept the life. He Loves. Jesus Lives. He Rules and as he Rules HE loves. 


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The Being (Part One)

Aeons and Aeons and Aeons  of  Energy
Beaming Both Ways into Infinity
Ultimate – Top Level – Supremacy
Pure – Power, Full-Force – Almighty
… Too Awesome in The Intensity
for Either you or me, to See…

‘… The Being ’

We – Cannot Look Fully Nor Comprehend
That There Was No Beginning and Never Will End…
He  Exists!  He  is Alive!... Have you Not Felt The Wind?
Have you Not Heard of The Garden of Eden
and The Miracle of Life, He Continues to Send?...
… If its Just Too Much Mystery for Men
Just Bow your Head and Say… Amen…

to ‘… The Being ’

… I Cry at the Thought of Your Handsome, Vigorous Visage
Saying to Your Son, “Let Us Make Man in Our Image…”
Oh, That We Should Have Such a Prestigious Lineage
And You Gave Mankind Every Advantage
It Was others, who Came Along and Damaged
With False-Food, they Gave, Left Humans Famished
… but Your Children Will Return One Day – Unvanquished…

to  ‘… The Being ’

‘ He ’… Who Makes Become… Is ‘First – Cause!...
And We… Are All-Entourage, Entailed, Excited, Enthralled!
‘ He ’… Is to Be Blessed – Above – All
This Is ‘ The One ’ , Worshiped at Kingdom Halls
His … Is The Voice… We Wait to Hear – Call
We … Are To Follow All Of His Laws…
… from the A to Z… Alpha – Omega… and ‘Aleph – Taw…

‘… The Being ’

The Omnipotent Personage Is Excelsior
O’ Maker, Most High, Your Majesty Is Superior
There Was Nothing Before Your Shining Mirror
We Will Never Know All You Wore
Yours,  Is The Pitcher, Which Pours – Always More
… The Opened – Window of Wonder and Drama of:  The Door
Everything Is Yours and You Are The Core…

‘… The Being ’

‘ He ’… Is Our Journey and Our Destination
‘ He ’… Is The Quintessential Manifestation
‘ He ’… Is The Innermost-Part… ‘ HE ’, Is The Passion
‘ He ’… Is The Giver of All Satisfaction
‘ He ’… Is The Privacy… ‘ He ’… Is The Protection
His  Moving, Is A Marvel… Watch Him  In  Action!…

‘… The Being ’

Such Indescribable, Yet Desirable, Dynamic Dignity
Your Grandeur Is Like Immense Gravity
So Immeasurable Is YOUR Ability
Again… Is True Love… Too Much A Mystery?...
There Is No Greater Identity
than That of The Eternal- Emperor – Entity…

‘… The Being ’


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Fabel Twentyone

The city was under snow encamped in ice and wet the water never ceased to fall 
for days at times we cried my friend and eye. 
The poor were never satisfied with bread they always cried for meat to feed the 
lust replete now buried in the caverns if the sleet came near the hydras of the 
long forgotten faded flowers in the snow marking time to be considered luck. A 
Penny tossed when drinking drunk not stoned. A Penny lands in jail on tails and 
soon the food will come. Poor not poorly educated just missing love. 
 Christianity - 30+ CE PARTTWO
Flipped a penny turned to tails changed the luck to better days moving down the 
road with no heavy loaded gun shooting only wishes at the stars. Eye have a 
solar powered outlook not on life but down my nose. 
Girls at home still not in collage need to play with Barbie leave the Ken doll in the 
box. Alone. He is not the chieftain of the dolls. Fallow fish are useless days are 
wasted lost seaming calibrations find the reason for the rhymes.The science that 
deals with mental processes and behavior is sometimes revered as psychology 
the moderators quite agree the thought process is interrupted in some people 
call them crazxy treat them normal feed them house them bury them in wasted 
places sweep them up in boxes marked for burial let no one get away. Murder 
rules the day. 
Play games and get mad take the ball and bat back home save them for the next 
day come. Dress up in your finery hose smelling like a rose in purple jaded livery 
repose upon the couch in linen and in majesty her majesty arose. Toss a 
penny “is it tails?” read the poem prose the CharlaX Fabel Twentyone and love. 


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Just One Last Thought

If you love someone and they love you; consider yourself blessed.  Love will 
endure after the universe vaporizes...It's mark is untouched by time.  Nite, all.


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nineteen fabel part two

Hendrix was the best on the guitar that eye have ever saw and the star spangled 
banner made by this strang black man became my country banner sweet. There 
was so many off the wall hard to play and follow like the BEGEES nothing rally 
wrong with them just could not copy them. BOOGIE WOOGIE will remain the 
easiest to play just progressions made of love back and forth and up ZZ Top just 
left Chicago and Found they Jesus. 
The Doors was everyone's favorite when getting high. Eye could not party and 
maintain my dignity eye never could have group sex or sinful fun with everyone a 
problem to the gamers to the players to the users everyone eye then become the 
odd one to them all preferring quiet solitude unless they needed me to help 
maintain there dignity. Piano music will remain the favorite of rednecks killers' 
kain. Steppenwolfe played the drug songs patriotic backwards making fun of 
pushers users flushers. Listen quickly to this musickal idea before eye leave 
John Fogarty and others like him even women who play musick helped this 
young man believe in GOD. 



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My One & Only

This is Being Written For A Very Special Girl, A Lady Who Means the Whole Wide World To Me.
And As You Read Between The Lines Of Mines You'll Find that My Heart Belongs to You 
Completely.So Look No Futher For Your Search Is Over This Man Loves You  A Million Times 
More Than Casanova. Romeo Ain't Got Nothing On me.Cause Ive Pledged My Love, My 
Heart,My Mind, MY Body And Soul to You Completely. To See You Smile Makes My Heartbeat 
Go wild and To Hear You SaY You love Me ,Sounds More Beautiful Than any Love Song Ever 
Created In History!Living without You is Driving Me Crazy and I hope The Feelings Are Mutual 
and You love me To Baby!! I would Lay My Life On the Line For You, I would Even Die For You If 
I Had to Now and forever. Because I've Dedicated my Heart To You For Eternity!!


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You are the Reason

I see things with a different sight
Then I was in darkness, now I am in the light
The light of Your love, Light of Your ways

Not left to roam about blindly
But to see as I have never seen before

With a newness in my heart
I see things as You would have
Me to see them

Things of this world seem distant and insignificant
But the treasures of heaven are great and glorious

For Your presence surrounds all,
Provides all, is all … You are
The great I AM

With You, is where I long to be
My greatest joy is to sit at Your feet


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Undying Love

As I was sitting Here Just contemplating about us, I 
found myself totally loving you unconditional, fully 
and completely. I cant wait for the moment to come when
im finally able to gaze into you're beautiful loving 
eyes and fully express all of my love for you. In Which
I harbor inside of me. On that Day I'll Gently kiss you
upon your sweet sensual Lips and tenderly enfold you 
within my loving arms and ever so softly whisper into
Your ear all of my hearts piece of mind,so that you'll
know within your heart, your mind, your body and soul 
that I really do love You and I'll never ever let 
You go...never!


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Jesus EverdaY

Jesus EverdaY
Fruit not even ripened yet still green so it will last
Meat, already cooked so eye is not embarrass
Health, the center of my body, so uncertain, and yet it works
Love in heart so pure forgiven; life cascading from HIS throne
Eye paused and still considered life
Eye have my everYdaY JESUS. 


A Prose Poem bye CharlaX. 


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Thanksgiving Prayer

Our Father,
We thank thee for the beautiful spread upon thy table top
We thank thee for the family reunion for those that are able to stop
We thank thee for the brilliant sunset and glorious sunrise
We thank thee for the birds, bees and butterflies in the skies
Please remember the ill 
And the elderly ones with those incredible pills
Please remember those fighting for our cause
Even the people here needs a memory stick to pause
We care for those even when we do not know how to show it
Everyone needs a hug and kiss every now and then to love one another
and just talk, fellowship and sit
Love makes the world go round
Even when the world feels upside down
We know this is the major key
For we love you, me and thee
We thank thee for the turkey, and prayers for our kin
Amen.


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I hunger

I hunger after You
Longing to see You face

Wanting peace within
I long for that peace again

What did I do, where did I go?
That You would seem so far from me

Worldly things got in my way
My heart turned from You

Emptiness fills my days
Sadness fills my soul deeply

Know that I need Your joy
Forgive me, take me back into Your arms!

I thirst after You
Let me drink in Your presence

My spirit seeks Your comfort
My soul desires Your peace

My heart cries out for Your love
I hunger after You, oh Lord

For my desire is to be with You
Take me back into Your arms, hold me tight!


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Shining Through the Wall

Beyond the wall we face is a rainbow
Of magic, laughter, serenity, dreams pure without sorrow
Though all the brilliant colors are outlined by pain
Which is given for us to grow again.

We get occasionally to glimpse that rainbow
As we come together for momentary glimpses of the glow
Of the face of our loved one illuminated by colors in
Our mind seen from the emotions which tell us how you've been.

The colors and the pain are all intertwined
You can paint them through the words in your mind
That rip through my body to embrace my heart
Telling it secrets of golden intentions you impart.

I will be your ocean which captures all your rays
As you shine on me during precious moments of designated days
Where the walls open up and allow you to show through
To bring me pleasures that can only be brought by you.

Nothing can destroy those rays
You decide when to show them and on which days
The walls cannot make them go away
They only hide them until revealed on a new day.

And it will also in time show the fluttering
Of the butterfly which is your delicate trying
Which stems from a beautiful life not crushed
And which shares its beauty without being rushed.


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An Open Letter to all my Poetry Soup Pals

This community should only control Congress, the sh_t would stop flyin, the 
politicos stop lyin'.....You guys are great...
To Wilfredo Derequito; thanks, buddy, you're right, I am too old- but I'm still one 
dam_ good rockin' musician!!  Besides, have you seen a recent picture of Mick 
Jagger?  I seen mummies that looked younger. And, I sympathize (along with the 
devil)...how you got to that 19th Nervous Breakdown....I mean, all those years of 
un-Derequito'd love, gotta take it's toll...ha,ha.  Best regards, buddy,....tom

and to Shar...you are so sweet a person, but I gotta admit I got back 100 times 
the love and satisfaction from my Dad...he even taught me to love music of the 
30's and 40's, and he often jammed with my band (harmonica- he was the best!!)
He was not only my father, but my best friend, my bar-buddy, my assistant cook,
and my confidant....( I am an excellent cook...)...he brought me more joy than I can 
relate....I was the lucky one.... which made losing him (a year long struggle that 
greatly tested my ability to "hang-in there")

and to Chrisy...hi sweetie, so glad to hear from you...God Bless

Later, dudes and dudettes......tom


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My Dear Mother Teresa

I imagine you're as sick of the mother teresa jokes, as I am of the bell 
ones..."ding, dong" ring my chimes, on and on.etc.

anyway: re; the door; me too, and countless zillions of others.. but to us, ours are 
the ones we deem to count to ...this is purely a natural trait...Death is the sword of 
Damacles' held over all our heads, and worse yet, to those we love...and when it 
collects it toll...our hearts have to dig a new hole.
best regards, tom


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Flames of Mystery

Today I walk with eyes wide open
into the mysteries far beyond this
horizon.

Yesterday I watched two ancient
flames mold and burn from the same
horizon.

Within my heart dances a secret fire
which ignites my way to the place
of twin flames.

In my darkness I perhaps have given
you a light to the path of bliss.
Not easily split are the two of us,
being self and one as we are.

In a cocoon we both evolve,
waiting for the gravitational spiral
of true love to reunite.

Two flames with poetic sway,
frolic in the break of day.
Even on different ends of
the universe.

Twine is those two topaz flames,
wrapped in rose diamond glitter.
Awaiting the eternal heavens call
to home it will always be two flames
one being and self.