Rarely Spoken Words
Rarely Spoken Words
"Please forgive me, I was wrong" --
" when I thought I was right "....
If you ever hear those
rarely spoken words keep
them near your soul...
If the person that spoke them without
coercing-stood strong against their ego-
Liken to a rare jewel ,they are.
You can trust them to shine;
They have the fortitude of integrity
Which is the thread of friendship's lifeline
as they will be most unlikely to
deceive you in relationship's.
Those who be sprinkling fairy dust on their
mistakes, are not really sorry,they will
wound you all over before you are-
recuperated they will injure you again.
You need stay clear.
Remove them like a dart in your heart.
From most you will never hear those
"Rarely Spoken Words"
I apologize"my fault-
"My bad" - "You are right".
Unless spoken from a jail cell.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013
What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful but where's the knife?
And where's my dad? He should be here
To give me away, oh my, oh dear!
Oh my God! What a Stag Night
I can't quite remember, what did we do?
Why's there a tattoo on my butt on the right?
And why is half my hair blue?
I'm panicking now about what will ensue
When in the shower blue dye starts to disappear
And the girl's name just dissolves from my rear.
I'm loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer
A triple dare
Of a husband number three
My beautiful day, I swirl for the show
Hubby number three won't be free for a while.
Still puzzling, how did I get here?
A triple trouble stands in front of me
The bachelor party a couple of nights ago
I wish I was free again
The knife in the cake crumbles as the sweet cake is savoured.
As the blushing bride I look all around
My brothers and sisters, eyes open wide
They look at the cake and at the groom frown
But they're smacking their lips but not at the bride
The church doors are locked, everyone is inside
When will the service be over, how long will it take?
Before they can get their hands on that cake.
As the blushing groom I nervously look at a sister
The brothers are scowling, her kids just grinning
Don't think you can back out now mister
My fate is sealed, my head is spinning
The priest calls to order, the service beginning
I glance across at the majestic cake
Like Kilimanjaro no knife could it break.
The wedding day rings dancing on the plate
Waiting to be worn on this forever date
The service ends, the wedding bells still ringing
The now wife and husband each having
A million thoughts running
The groom takes a quick glance at his years of single
The bride not holding back on this mingle.
She loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer, a triple dare
Of a husband number three
He is still puzzling, how he got here
The cake demolished to only one crumb
Just like his chances of being free
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
Oh God When I Die
Oh God when I die please let me,
See the sin's from past reality,
And if my deeds out wiegh bad,
Then let my soul feel glad.
And if I die from a lier's shame,
Please allow my shameful name,
To be among the forgiven with pride,
Knowing your grace has given me a guide
From death to light le me see,
That eternity is my reward from thee,
And infinite love of peace from you,
For your promise is eternaly true.
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2014
Meet me at the park bench
So I can breathe in your fragrance
Meet at the park bench
So my words can tickle you
Til your bosom shakes
Til your belly aches
Copyright © Terence Msuku | Year Posted 2016
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"
Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013
I BEGGED YOU TO STOP
You see me already sitting at the corner
heads down unto folded arms, bent on knees...
When tears and cries, all that left to say
still, your tongue is as sharp as a wooden ax,
slowly cutting me like that of a CT scan.
Sobs, groans rocked and rolled earthquake in my bones,
I beg hard for you dear mother to stop. STOP!
but sadly, you didn't... You didn't...
Left to right you again whipped me with shouts,
your eyes mad like that of a lion ready to devour.
Frightened, the most I can do is to stare down,
beholding my two pained, beaten bruised legs,
knees shaking despite my hands holding them tight,
also my fingertips dance in terror.
Again, I beg hard for you dear mother to stop
but traumatic, you are there but you aren't listening...
Like the disturbed tidal waves of the sea,
your palms non-stop lapping hard: thud! thud!
Even your digits keep on squeezing my skin.
A cheap make-up colored red and black
are scattered free all over my flesh,
except for some purple spheres in my wrists.
I beg hard for you dear mother to stop
but all your eyes mirror is remorse...
Stop! Please, please Stop!
but you never stop
my breathing stopped.
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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015
WHAT have her eyes seen and
WHERE have her fingers been?
WHOSE skin has she touched and
HOW did she feel?
WHEN does she remember this and
WHY does she dress like that?
DOES she think of me and
WILL she feel passion tonight?
ARE her secrets fun and
HAS she experienced real happy?
IS she good, IS she O.K.,
IS she adorable, IS she unique?
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2015
I had heard this song by an obscure artist, with a twist as it played verses
of 'Somewhere over the rainbow, with 'What a wonderful' world entwined.
It's simply melody strummed on a ukalele mesmerized me as I listened on the radio
in the car.
I remember saying to my wife, "I want this at my funeral." I was morbidly honest
Several years later, I was watching an episode of E.R. in which our favorite
character, Dr. Green discovers he has brain cancer, and a short time to live. He's
basically given the advice we all wish to avoid. "You don't have long, retire, enjoy
the time you have left."
Dr Green, plans a vacation with his daughter, who's relationship has been strained
since his divorce. For the next three or four episodes Dr. Green and his daughter
spend his last days surfing in Hawaii. Mending the relationship slowly, to a degree
of understanding only a father and daughter could know. He's still Dad, and she's a
teen working on letting go of her resentments.
In the last episode of the story, he's not doing well. He keeps passing out and his
strength is waning. He knows it's only a matter of days, possibly hours; but doesn't
share this with his daughter, the scenary is of a bungalo on the beach, white sands
surround the openness of the primitive bungalo, palm trees speckle the beach, and
in the distance lies the royal blue waters of the Pacific Ocean.
A day of surfing is suddenly changed as he suggests that his daughter go ahead of
him, he'll stay back and watch until his strength returns. So he sits in a hammock,
and watches out in the water as she strolls off to surf, Background music grows to
this song I'd so loved, by and artist named Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo?ole and as the
music is playing softly, the camera pans in on the face of Dr. Green for his death
scene, and his last breath. The camera pulls back, from the back of his head, above
the bungalo, above the beach as if we are Dr Green's soul departing this earth.
Yes, I cried like a little school girl as realized that my favorite character had just
been erased from our show, with no chance to come back for a Cameo... What!? of
course that's why I cried! OKAY! it was a tear jerker! and the saddest part, was the
relationship with his daughter was still in repair . Moral of the story i guess-- You
never know when its your time, so don't hold on to petty resentments, and love
every minute of life.
I later learned, Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo?ole; had also died
Copyright © michael hornschuch | Year Posted 2011
ANGELS AND DEMONS IN HER HEAD
and from this day and on,
no more us.
NO. MORE. US.!"
(These the earthshaking words she heard from him.)
This was the man that made her feel she's pretty.
She's nice. She's worth every care and touch,
but this time, he denied her.
He want her out from his life.
Blues skies he promised
flew fast like the wind,
so are the smiles, moon
and stars he vowed to share.
The light and shades,
they are painting nine months ago
turned fast in a minute
in an envelope-tinge of black.
a curtain flow from her eyes
as that one test.
Two red lines now change her life.
Sponge soft are her knees.
Gypsy are her shaking heels.
Chilly sweats cascade
to chaperon her tears.
Alone. Scared. Frightened. Torn.
is the athlete running
through her reverie for she knows...
She knows the world she's in may stop
and stare at her.
No lax brows
no smiling eyes
rather arched brows
and big eyes ready to claw.
Lightning fingers and tidal palms
may grace her face. Lashing
monstrous words she will hear.
All these plugs, churns...
regurgitating to her nerves.
Angels and demons knocking to her head--
they, she --all in a battle for life.
Should she tell her parents about this?
to her mama...
who didn't even care to stop
even for awhile just to ask how she is?
Her mom who prefers
going out with her friends
rather than with her?
To her papa,
who like more to watch a television?
who likes staying out 'til dawn
more than paying attention to her talks.
Yes,her phone is always new.
Her room as big as her school's classroom.
Her pocket like a walking bank.
Her parents taught her to speak
but when she wanted a talk no one there.
She walks so well.
They even tell her she could be a model.
Yet, her parents refuse her for a stroll.
Ah! She is hurting--
Her hurt is cutting deep
to her already broken soul...
like the leaning Tower of Pisa
even a collapsed castle;
a black hole
but lo! some voice within tells her:
"soon from your belly
a new life will begin..."
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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015
“For you, My Love”
I watch you sleep
Dark limbs entwined in sheets
The strength you show even while asleep
Makes my heart skip a beat
You are the one I’ve come to love
The one who exhausts me in fiery passion
The one who knows how to make me purr
Bless the day we met
At the carnival two years prior
Avoiding the crowd
I walked right into your arms
Spilling my chocolate milkshake
Over the front of your white coat
As I looked up into your hazel eyes
Saw the sadness replaced with light
Time stood still
You said something
But I could only hear the sound
Of your heart beating
Getting hold of my senses
I jumped back fumbling in my purse for tissues
With a “your coat is soiled, sir”
You replied velvet voice “you owe me for damages, miss”
My mouth still hanging open
We exchanged business cards
Anyway, long story short
We found each other
Love found us
Our exchange of rings at the altar
Promise of a lifetime of love and understanding
Holding each other in the palm of our hands
Kissing me awake with your loving touch
It thrills me thinking about it
You are my shelter
Copyright © Shining Bright | Year Posted 2013
When I’m known, he’ll come knocking.
Left alone to cry for our children,
I wish for them to know, the truth
not become bitter, broken, or hopeless.
The choice to conceal, be honest,
My dilemma, want better for them.
If I can get ahead despite rejection,
Social issues, challenges, being ill equip,
So could they, I want them to know this.
Determination make the impossible possible.
Even if alone and unsupported.
Copyright © Ruth Garnes | Year Posted 2015
A friend to her, for decades
from the innocence of children
to the adventures of teenagers
and even the stupidity of best friends
all well shared and enjoyed
to a point the gods ask why the wait
and beg for the next level.
He sees all the possibilities
to make her the care-taker of his heart.
Thinking he's the only one with eyes open
he made his confession
attached with an honest recommendation
to his amazement
she looked at him and said
"you are so nice, but like a brother to me'.
Switching to the next damsel
who's no where near cold
but soft, tender, meek and charming.
He allows her control the pace
and lets her gentleness maintain the tempo.
Feeds her with poems
and makes her drunk with happiness
with hopes going higher, reaching the moon
she looked at him and said
"sorry! I am not yet ready".
He jumped into the next wagon
having an available space for a beauty
and meets a potential 'second half'
pretty, quiet and an introvert.
Worships her right from day one
letting lose the net of affection,
half in magnitude of his efforts
will strike the tenderness of a millepede
but it got her scared as she looked at him and said
"I just had a heart break; I'm so sorry"
Watering a fresh new flower
growing in a familiar garden just close by,
makes him grow in creativity
as he engage in constant words exchange
and creating wonderful serenity around her.
Huge investments and time well spent
coupled with passionate research
in equipping his machinery of jokes and laughter
sums up his passion and carefulness
in his latest trial which seems worthy of the medal.
Constant updates on his outlook
and becoming the number one specimen for fashion
were not enough as she looked at him and said
"You still have no swag"
So many disappointments
made him stronger, wiser and smarter
not even a forest of wild beast
will make him turn his back
to the beauty and escapades of life.
The moment he tried to pause,
the period he wanted to take a nap;
the Queen bee passed by.
A simple hi and a conversation
led to series of memorable meetings,
having in mind, the worst is a "no"
and her welcoming countenance,
a proof to nothing yet,
he asked with no expectation in mind
then she looked at him and said
"Yes! Sweet heart. I want to be your girl"
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014
Cody was questioning the lettering on the doctor's plaque on the wall..
He asked me to write letters in cursive which I did ...
He said that the plaque's lettering was not anything like cursive..
Then he wrote in cursive "Once upon a time"
I wrote: "there was"
He wrote: "a Granny"
I wrote: "Who had a Chihuahua named Princess"
He wrote: " They were so alike that they both even had the same spoiled look on their face.."
I wrote: " Princess wanted a new coat and a new harness so we went to PetSense to shop..Princess wanted a rhinestone studded harness and a sequined coat..Of course, she got what she wanted its no joke"..Ha!!!Ha!!!Ha!!
Cody came away empty handed..Ha!!!
Just for fun...
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
your left hand was hard, but your right, gracious
putting me in the balance of Love
of which its fulcrum is discipline and respect.
Your weaknesses were classified
just to ensure I see beyond mine
Your chastisement was not without pain
of which its appreciation
is a strong indicator of my gradual maturity.
You always guard the gates of my territory like a Centurion
and fight against all antigens like a warlock.
You taught me how to be complete
and provided the staff and Ass
as I journey across Life and appreciate.
I initially thought of you differently
when you gave me the partially made sandal,
when you refused to help with the air-tight metal box,
when you gave me bone while milk was still my best delicacy
when you laughed at me while I'm confused
and worst of all, stopping Mum to come to my rescue.
I never knew they were task of Life I most needed,
finishing off the sandal made me industrious,
opening the box, made me determined and never relenting,
chewing the annoying bone made me grow up;
your scorn and laughter actually made me decisive
and rescuing myself made me independent.
All these sum up to making me a MAN!
Which makes you my Hero and role model.
Before I was, there was you;
in fact, I am in existence because of you.
I've always clinged unto you as my Life's support
but you allow me make my mistakes
so as to be the best gadget.
Your regulation of Mum's affections
only makes me be an unspoilt egg.
I always increase when you sweat
and your headaches are stepping stones to my zeniths.
You are such an irreplaceable asset
and your love, so refreshing as the evening air.
What more can I say and how else can I show gratitude?
As much as I know, you need none of these,
One thing I must always say is,
I LOVE YOU DAD!
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013
his touch is a drug
he saunters through my mind
i fill my lungs
breathing in his smell
his eyes like the sky
he hides beneath his hat
behind dry wit
as if to keep out the
his wild hair
tangled and tousled
tells the truth
that he covers
his touch is a drug
and i want him
Copyright © Brandi Elizabeth Brown | Year Posted 2014
In the warmth of a massive cozy bed, I lie
Enjoying the freshness of a washed sheet
Lost in a make believe world
Lovely enough, I can’t wake
But while in the deep of my fantasies
I am suddenly awakened by my little one’s silent echo!!!
Her turns and sucks,
Her little hand-full tummy, rumbling
Yet again, wet diaper.
Oh no!!! Why now?
Sleep never felt so lovely
But I just can’t ignore this growl
Am I not her supper-mom?
Sleep-walking; I grab some warm milk and fresh diaper
For who came from me, same flesh and blood!!!
Copyright © chocho diva | Year Posted 2012
Kill a smile with a kiss
The demise of it will visit you in your dreams
Never will I let you
Drown in a pool of angry thoughts
I will be your unexpected smile
Every time I bring u roses b4 valentine
A wet poem I would recite for you
I would make you my 1st rhyme
your heart-beat will rhyme
Twist my beat box
Into a love song
A cartoon I would paint in your heart to keep you smiling
Your twin smiles I would define in vernacular
Though I speak no language from Peninsula
My parents will define your beauty as African splendor
Black mother nation
Smile please smile
Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013
There are some colours
that can never be repainted,
marks that can never be removed
and stains that can never be covered.
My past loved one,
don't hold unto my shoulders
as though nature formed us together.
We've once crossed that bridge
but even before reaching its middle
we had crashed into the river
and were swallowed
by the rocks of its depth.
Do you remember,
at first we built a garden
coloured in trust
and grassed with unbelievable care?
But we converted it
into an Oven
where love and hate mix
and our problems;
I'm the only one trying to fix.
of our heated drama
was already counting at thirty and six.
The beautiful songs of our hearts
as sadness and anger feasts.
Why shouldn't I leave
and prevent my heart
from an avoidable accident?
But you stick around
only to suffer from self torture.
My new and bright countenance
makes you wanna have sex
with other male colleagues, I flex.
It's barely two weeks
that makes you perplexed
well; it's your problem
b'cos I'm not bothered
if you're vexed.
Are you the first
to be an ex?
Just move on, my dear past lover!
It will be the height of folly
and the worship of loneliness
if you visit our world again.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014
What is it about me
that I cannot place you
in the picture painted by the years
the life has already spent?
Do you merely lurk,
and leave at a much later time?
you are staying
If you may.
While I find a place (for us)
in the picture of eternities,
the gods must be
Ah, the grand scheme of things -
A familiar spirit we feel -
(Note) This piece was inspiredly written for the beautiful souls - even the
strangers - I have met along the way and will still come upon in my lifetime. To
each special one, you have stirred quite a familiar spirit within. A remembrance
of forgotten past, I suppose. Thank you for letting me peak through your
soul's window. The veil of forgetfulness has never been thin as now to me. You
have so given me a gift I shall treasure in the moments I may tend to forget
who I truly am - a being with a soul.
Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013
You took my breath away
Words I cannot say
You silenced my voice
Gave me no choice
But to be silent!
Say nothing at all
If I slip I might fall
Into that cycle that
Causes me to whisper
Forces me to reveal
What I refuse to.
Silence is golden
Maybe not, but silence is all I got.
Copyright © Patricia Mitchell-Nunn | Year Posted 2014
Those spoken words that can't be taken back come back as incendiary
attacks. How many rough relationships must one go through before one
finds smooth? Is it me or you? Don't be fooled. We are the key ingredient
that our kids feed on. Do they grow strong or limp along?
Is there life out there? Is there hurt after mistakes?
Is the Lord's day really all that great? What about the other days of the
week? The world continues spinning, this concept of us is
revolutionary. Together we find balance in give and
take, the reorientation of space so that the stars you look upon don't crumble
and fall. Heaven is two feet from the ground. A morning fog we walk through
daily. Good quickly dissipates and we're left wondering how heaven drifted so
far away. What happened to Sunday? How did the Sabbath move from
Saturday? How did we become disenchanted? Separate but equal, so
political our lies are believable. Can I count on your vote? Sure (not really).
Stop gerrymandering. What's mine is ours. Erase the lines that divide.
Come close to close. Let me peer through you, stir that ocean inside of you.
Let our problems fade in the distance like a pier five miles away.
Rise above crosses and steeples above the morning mist that evaporates
when the sun first kisses it. Let me hold you in my heaven till noon,
lay with you in evening, give you that resurrective feeling at the first stroke of
midnight. Your dark knight with whispers of goodnight, choir preaching, have
you heard a good word? Even after all that we see reaches oblivion,
I got you. Going to ride it out until the waves become smooth.
If still waters run deep, sit down so I can quench my thirst in your
baptismal pool. Dive into your postrapedic positions and serenade you with
what is coming next. Rain falling on violet painted window sills on the inside it
sounds like a lullaby. We've mastered this concept so hard to come by. We
can't do drive-bys, can't duck and hide. Us and we go together the way
summer follows spring. What you take away, give it back new. Be my
solstice, a day that separates and joins seasons. My soul sister, soul mate
and soul date: expiration of forever and a day. Together you and I with
mountains to climb, storms to soar beyond, and a heaven to get into,
mornings to walk through. No more gerrymandering. A hope you can believe
in. I am T.S. Lewis and I approve this blessing. Let's make it smooth.
Copyright © TS Lewis | Year Posted 2014
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
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.
Copyright © Molly McCarthy | Year Posted 2013
It’s that time of year when I think of you....
And all the strange things we used to do...
We were young and cast our fate to the wind...
Regardless of the message that we might send..
Out to the world , cause we didn’t care...
And that’s what brings me here to share....
You treated me just like a queen honey bee..
And I believed and worshiped thee...
We shared our ups and downs together...
In thick and thin and stormy weather...
What was mine was mine and yours was mine.....
And we never ever crossed that line !
I assumed it would always be just you and me...
As no one else appealed you see....
My friends said you will break my heart...
But I told them that, I was just too smart....
As I remembered , what I was taught....
That no one could control my thought...
And then it happened I lost my heart....
My bracelet, my watch and my college ring...
And then you did that awful thing...
You lied , you cheated , you had stolen my bling...
And that’s why now you aren’t around....
Plus no way... will you EVER.... be found....
Cause I live where the GATOR is king......
And...like no one steals my BLING !
Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013
I waved a silent song
past its strongest heights
For a sating revision
of a shy sound to ignite
Asks for melodic tense,
for its sequence of time
heaves a better song
and lights up a star-deprived
regardless of time,
to sign a sympathetic course
for us in bloodless keys…
and for the lost keys
the empty line
in our unkempt places
invokes a right
to fill its
with lasting doubt
And braises a cold heartfelt petal
To open and fit
a rising reduction of triumph
in different keys
But till then
My best bequeaths to each
of us a silent song
Our second tries aim
a daunting recourse to pasts below
We signed off
in single file
In endless cells,
walled in our own unforgiving pasts
and silent core of song
While we wait
for the sympathy of
a melodic distance..
a silent song to die
a second time
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2013
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 ! “
Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2014
It's that time of year again, when eliminating unwanted baggage or trash ( your choice)...we have ALL the options available to you..start your " New Year " with a clean slate....Join us for our first year anniversary date...
Thanks to all for a dream come true...
I couldn't have done it without all of you...
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Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013
I still remember the day
When i met you for the first time,
It was the day of exam
When we had no time.
Yet we became friends
With our unmatched trends.
Along the journey with few bends,
I didn't know when we became close friends.
With a blink of an eye
We fell in love with each other,
It was the most beautiful feeling
We had than any other.
A little complicated, yet we were
deeply attached and devoted,
But destiny had something else in its mind
As it was already decided.
Our relationship lived for three years
That left me in tears,
I don't know what mistake i had committed,
For which we got separated.
Each day that i spent with you
Was like a celebration for me,
Even today i cry with a pain in my heart,
Thinking of 'you & me'.
Copyright © Sujish Kandampully | Year Posted 2015
Feeling anothers thoughts by touching his hands;
Can you tell who I am by my darker shades that follow the cracked, dry lines of your palms? Do you see what I hide from everyone else like a silhouetted tattoo? Can you tell that a concrete kids game isn't the only thing that almost broke the back of my mothers heart once? Is it the sound of my voice that pierces through your senses that makes you silence the memories deep within the recesses of your past?
I can see you'd rather forget about it; discouragement is written all over a face that you can't even read. Does that make me better than you? Truth is, I long to see like you. Heighten my senses, Mr. Sphere, so that I may see everything that my two small worlds can't. I want to read a book backward and forward a thousand times without being so anxious to flip forward, because I imagine you're more patient than I am. I want to know the adventures of your vivid dreaming, and how safety sounds like whenever God speaks to you. I want to be able to wrap my head around the concept of appearing to look good even when I know that my clothes, cologne, and character are wrapped around my ego like bandages I never changed; I never knew I was a walking, talking, mummified optimist until I saw the stench of the lies I told myself seeping through the eyes of loved ones. I never again want to make another cry from a false truth.
Mr. Blind eyes, could you help me to believe that their are others who look like me who see more like yourself? I don't like who I'm becoming, and I want to know that my choices won't be just for show. I want to know that when I look at my wife in her lifelines, we'll both be able to see that death has no real place in the wounds that love has healed. Bandages have to come off and stay off at some point; you'll never be able to move onto greater things until you can live with the sight of scraped knees that made sidewalk scars of your past. I want to carry her in the voice of my care, like a musical note you hold two seconds too long just because you love music. I want to be just like you, so that my child will want to look up and see more than a father worried about his job. I want to see that my breaths can take shape in the form of a beautiful baby. I want to give back.
Are you listening to me?..
God shows himself in rare forms, and sees with his heart when we ask Him out of the honesty of ours. So, by the time we've finished talking, what we've been searching for is already inside of us. God is blind to the sin of those who seek to be saved. Their will always be a second chance if you ask in an honest tone.
Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2013
When you put your hand in mine
It feels as through we stopped time
When I look into your eyes
I know where your heart lies
Even when you say my name
That alone means everything
The gentle touch of your lips
Takes my breath away as through it was our first kiss
When you got down on your knee
I thought my heart might flee
As you said those words to me
My heart felt as if it was meant to be.....
Copyright © Tiffany Flowers | Year Posted 2013
Pharisee went into the Temple to pray
Sure of his goodness and love for God
He prayed confidently about his deeds
Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully
This man was glad when the sinner came
Into the Temple with eyes downcast.
For it gave a perfect contrast to himself.
So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner.
Sinner was bowed so very low before God.
"God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered.
No list of good uttered, as he could see none.
Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified.
Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat.
Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet
He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear,
Fear of what others Pharisees would think.
In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair.
She wept at Jesus feet without looking up.
Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair.
Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet
A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner.
How could he let her touch him that way?
Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught.
Using this contrast in real life as a lesson.
He asked Simon if there were two debts
One greater, one lesser and both forgiven.
Who would feel greater love and gratitude?
Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater"
"Correct" said the One who would pay all debts.
Those who know their debt to God is great.
Are filled with greater love toward the Savior.
Simon showed he had little need for the Christ.
But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven."
"Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed
Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord
He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever.
Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us.
People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up.
People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry.
For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low.
So low that we enter only through true confession
From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself
Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way.
By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured.
Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait?
May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made.
Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners.
New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him.
By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace
Copyright © Scott Bronner | Year Posted 2013