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A Ripple In Time

An angel kissed a ripple
Onto a glassy sea
And in that very instant
A baby came to be

A hundred times she kissed it
A hundred thousand more
Each time the troubled surface
More troubled than before

The ripples started crossing
And people crossing too
In time made each their ripple
Like as that ocean blue

So here is my petition
Oh Jesus, hear my plea!
That all my parting wavelets
Be marked in time for Thee


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O Holy Night

O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid?
O holy night the inn was full,
A stable near at hand;
O night of prophecies fulfilled
When Caesar taxed the land.

O holy night the shepherds watched
Their flocks upon the field,
And, lo, the angel of the Lord
With glory was revealed.
"Fear not, behold, I bring to you
Good tidings full of joy;
For unto you is born this day
A Saviour as a boy."

Then suddenly the sky was lit
By angels filled with mirth,
Proclaiming glory unto God
And peace to all the earth.
The shepherds said among themselves,
"To Bethlehem we'll go;
For something great is come to pass
And this we wish to know."

They came and found the newborn babe
With Joseph and his bride;
When they had seen, this news they spread
Throughout the countryside,
And all that heard did wonder great
At things the shepherds told;
But Mary pondered all these things 
Within her heart of gold.

O holy night when God was praised,
O night when hope returned;
O night when angels spake aloud
And skies with glory burned:
O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid? 


~ Based on Luke 2:7-20 ~ 
~Written for "Here We Go A Caroling". First Place Entry.


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Turning Pages to Paradise

Cast upon a book
Her angel eyes
Within her mind
This beauty flies

She's not restrained
By earthly woes
Within her mind
Imagery flows

In this garden
Beneath morning star
Wings to paradise
She travels so far

Look of serenity
Yet inside there's heat
On passionate pages
Her heart skips a beat

A sweet knowing smile
Spreads across her face
Imagining strong hands
Removing her lace

He wrote her this book
For their wedding day
Joined in the garden
Paradise starts today


Isaiaha Zerbst's "Poem in Paradise Contest"


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Angel on my Shoulder

Angels on my right shoulder
Battling devils on the left
Ever guiding my actions
Saving my soul from bereft

Angels e'er amongst us
Like Clarence on Stewart's bridge
Softly urge us to avoid
Falling from grace at the ridge

My special angel's sweet voice
Sounds so much like my mother's
But you have an angel too
Who's unlike any other's

Spirits of loved ones who've passed
Want us to know heaven's joy
So we reunite with them
And eternal bliss enjoy

So, Mom, if you're listening
Your voice overtakes evil
Helping me find the right path
You've mastered soul retrieval 

A wonderful life bestowed
By a righteous urging
From an angel observer
For spiritual merging


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Angel in Hell

Sorrow chokes sanity
in the brimstone fumes of Hell
that consumes all but memory
plastered against the walls of his cell.

My mind can't comprehend...
Perhaps he did wrong
or mercy he did not lend,
but here resides the angel of song.

His wings are torn,
tattered like his serenity
when he fell into heat's scorn.
Once he was beauty's epiphany.

The shofar's sound dwindled
to let screams take stage.
The music he once kindled
turned against him in bloody rage.

Yet he will rise once more.
The fallen creature in his cell
and will play a new music's score
telling of the angel in Hell.


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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.


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You Had a Living Angel

You had a living angel
Within your arms easy grasp
Ministering to your needs
While hoping your love would last

She tried to fill your whole life
With the joy of heaven’s light
It brought sweet gentle solace
To every tormented night

You had a guarding angel
Who’d gladly die in your place
She fluttered all around you
Planted kisses on your face

You had a faithful angel
Who’d enfold you in her wings
She soothed away all your pain
With the little songs she’d sing

But you longed for the devil
With those sparkling eyes of lust
With tight figure hugging clothes
And you broke your angel’s trust

For naughty is much nicer
Than loving serenity
You lied to her angel face
Tasted infidelity

You broke your little angel
Sorrow glistened in her eyes
She burned in fires of hell
Set off by all of your lies

Heartbroken, she flew away
And the temptress took her place
But when you make love to her
You will see the angel face

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!


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Graveyard Angel

I heard an angel speak last night
and he said "write".------------------Elizabeth Barrett Browining
So I took my pen to mark his words.
No angel would I slight.

There’s a corner in the graveyard
where the small ones lie in death,
some torn from their mother’s wombs
before they’d taken breath.

Other dates show three short days,
or a month up to a year.
This is where the graveyard angel,
the most often will appear.

You will find her graven image
on the gravestones all around.
Older graves will have no flowers
to adorn the little mounds.

The grass grows with abandon
as it always  has for  years,
saturated splendidly 
with grief-stricken mother’s tears.

But mothers, fathers, siblings die.
The graves could be forgotten.
God sends his graveyard angel
to guard each and every one. 

She will be there to guide them
when that final trumpet sounds
and their souls are all transported from
those tiny little mounds.

By: Joyce Johnson 6/15/11

Won a 5th
For "Angels in Cemeteries" contest.  Sponsored by Constance LaFrance


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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.


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You're My Angel

I heard a song,
I studied the picture.
I read the title,
And I remembered you.

The song? It was about a guy,
Who loved a girl
His angel.
His only Sunshine, Whose arms he was happy in.

The picture? An angel,
Born new to the world,
Shattering her shell,
The bonds that he helped to break.

-The title? A game we used to play,
-A game I teased you with.
-A game that made us laugh.
-The title? You're my Angel.

"You're my Angel,
You're the only sunshine in my life,
Feels like heaven when you take me in your arms."
A moment in the song that tears me up every time.

I remember the game, do you?
I always teased you..
Called her my Angel...
You would always give me the craziest look and "gibbs" me

A slap in the back of the head.
And I'd go "fine. my angel of darkness"
And you'd smile and giggle...
And Id feel like im floating in the clouds.

those moments were when I were my happiest.
When I felt closest to you.
When I swear I could feel your heartbeat,
And hear your thoughts.

I guess what I'm trying to say,
Is that in my eyes, you'll always be my Angel,
And no, not an Angel of the Darkness,
But a true, pure Angel that saved me.


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             ANGEL IN THE RAIN

Last eve heard my prayer that I would awake to a rainbow
And only the mistiness would know how it would go                         
   Oh and I awoke to see the colors that so blessed my eyes
While at the edge of that rainbow the rarity of an angel cries

I hear her loudly weeping from far above
Bemoaning the besmirching of yesterday’s love
Perhaps rainbows only appear to soothe an angel’s heart
Until a multi-tinted pallet and the sky are made to part

There then is left but a memory born by the blue
And only a hint of what the heavens can do
Rainbows can appear and disappear at will
Yet weeps that woe filled angel still

The sky turned blue a bit later on
Once that reverent and radiant rainbow was gone
Mine is cold comfort when a coal colored sky finally clears
Until another angel dries that weeping angel’s tears
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Why

Twenty brand new angels
arrived just yesterday.
Frightened and confused
they only wished to stay

with parents now left empty,
and shattered beyond belief.
Their babies’ precious little lives
stolen by a spineless thief

with evil in his heart,
and killing on his mind.
Dear God where are you now?
It’s getting hard to find

a reason for the carnage,
and the acts of the insane.
Can we still find eternal love
surrounded by such pain?

Now twenty brand new angels
who only yesterday did die,
and with them, too, the innocence.
Why, dear God, why?

for the Sandy Hook children.  RIP.


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Upper Hand

Free will and choice, we think we know,
the high road calls our name.
But man's destruction arises low
in a part we just can't tame.

And evil's there, in quiet repose,
we rap it's hollow door.
And here we sit for what we chose
as they tally the final score.

Of all the battles we fought within,
none matter but the last.
An epic struggle set to begin
from which our destiny is cast.

In the afterlife of death's staid pale,
too late to take a stand,
will eternity be in heaven or hell?
We must await the upper hand.


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I Did Not Believe in Angels, Till

I did not believe in angels
Til I saw your satin face;
My God, your eyes consumed me so--
Gave my heart the will to race.

Oh lovely, I am at your feet,
I have known you in my dreams;
You own my heart, now soothe my soul
With moonlight's powder beams.

Take me to where angels go,
If there's anyway you can;
Or lay your wings and halo down
And know me as a man.

As I would trade my very life
For this, and only this;
To experience the ecstasy
Of your sweet, angelic kiss.

~M



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My Kiss From Heaven

Once, when the day was cold and misty
I set out for a trip down to a lonely spot
Filled with gardens so flowery
There, I settled down and started a work of art

Yet, my poetry was all rotten and stale
Nothing could cure my stagnant mind
Not even a sip of ale
Harshly, I chose to leave my art behind

When O Magic, O Pure Bliss
A sheep appeared, all pink in fleece
And took my pen in his hand
And gave me verses to tend

Beautiful, Lyrical
None could be more mystical
Before he left, on my cheeks, he left a kiss
And said, Fear never the evil adder's hiss!

Remember, the garden of Eden
Is still full of angels, so awakened
So relish in your poetry
As if it were your sole duty!


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The Real Me

There, in that new world, There, where revered is the great bird I am the one known as Maya The one so beautiful, with a mystical aura A goddess of nature, Spreading on my path, only pleasure A goddess of fortune Imbibing those who persevere with a merciful boon Powerful in battle, strong in keeping safe Those who have for me great faith Beautiful and gorgeous I am the only one so glorious! And here, I hide in a human body Hiding behind my powerful humility Hoping someday, to be once more arisen There, from where I am now fallen!


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                THE‘MORROW’S MAJESTY

Tomorrow might mean angel day
To be followed by one angelic night
Tomorrow I may view an angel’s display
A dais of delectable delight 

I can never be certain when she will alight
One of Heaven’s most hallowed sights
For forever I will fear her final flight
No more love, laughter nor luminescent light

My ‘morrow might mean angel’s wings
And a soul of sublimation
A heavenly body to which this man clings
And I’ve clung so long to the finery of fascination

Tomorrow’s sun to shine on mine
Mine angel who was weaned on wonder and sacramental wine
A lady who is afar far too often for me
She who opens an enchanting door for me

Tomorrow’s moon might mean wings away
Oh if ever my angel couldst ever stay
No more to bear an angel’s softly sighed fare well
An angel at the ready with a seraphim's spell

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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


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ONCE I FELL A VICTIM

Once i fell a victim to the other side of love
The other side of love i had never known
The other side of pang,anxiety and sorrow
The other side that gave no hope for tomorrow
The other side of love born by lies
The other side known best by the wise

At night when all grandchildren of Adam were asleep
It was then my time to lay in bed and weep
My eyes were like a pond filled with ever flowing tears
Memories of yesterday were now today's fears
My brains and minds were both at war with peace
Then i realized life was not always full of ease

As to the agony the innocent me went through
It was only the stars in the skies that could bear me witness
From distance i could hear the voice of misery calling my name
Love is always not that a fair game
For once thoughts of suicide visited me in the mind
The other side of love to me has been so unkind

I kept asking myself why me?
Was love my greatest enemy?
Maybe it was not meant for me
So i am patiently waiting for the hands of nature
To grant me that one creature
Whom together we can have a brighter future


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Lullaby of the Night Crescent

Hold my hands and sing me to sleep

Before the dreams sink too deep

Through the night walk me to the shore

To a land where greetings are peaceful snores

 

Let the moon talk about the day

Let it tell off our journey to the bay

Let the stars carry me with the morning breeze

Back to the fields, the empty willow trees

 

Let the wintersun embrace the darkness in my head

Let it lift my soul from beneath the bed

Down the beach and on the shore

On the clouds with worries no more

 

Free of speech, my mind sinks to sleep

Free of love my heart trembles to keep

Free of fear, my shudders float astray

Free of noises my ears chase away

 

To safety to nothing make me see

To claim a state I may never be

Take me to the old willow tree

Where the white snow buried me


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Twas the night before Thomas

Twas the night before Christmas 
Twas the night of his birth
But the little boy Thomas 
Was growing much worse

Thomas was sick, and he was not getting better
This sweet little boy 
The doctors together
Had brought him one toy

A round little bear
With a smile so bright
It made Thomas not care
He was dying that night

He and the bear snuggled and smiled
The bear and Thomas
What a beautiful child
Twas the night before Christmas


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Come Up Higher

I write of a dream
Out of the body, alive in the spirit
It begin on a slipping bare field
Intriguingly, there is nothing to shield

A feeling of fear run through me
As the enemy approaches
A mass of fearful thoughts
As the foe runs across

Running, racing, gasping for breath
Climbing steeper slopes
Running endless races
Racing to dreadful places

For one glorious moment
It dawned on me I can fly
I can fly on wings of Angels?
Even on wings of archangels?

Then comes a voice…Echoing
Come on fly!...Come up higher!
In awe! My feet was high above the ground
This left the enemy confound

I begin to soar and to glide like an Eagle
High up am safe and secure!
High up I can reach for the stars!
High up I can reach for the mars!!

And they heard a loud voice from heaven saying to them, “Come Up Here [Higher]”. And they ascended to heaven in a cloud, and their enemies saw them [no more]. Revelation 11:12


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The Lost Child

She had ten little fingers
and ten small rosy toes
she wore a gorgeous smile
and a little button nose
she laughed the sweetest laugh
and her skin was soft and fair
around her face, dark ringlets
she got my curly hair
she had her daddy's eyes
a vibrant greenish-blue
she was my little girl
that never made it through

By Morgan Mise
Written November 3, 2012


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    BABY SIMPLY FALL ON ME

Call me from a station
call me from an airport
call me from wherever you may be
so if you feel forlorn simply call on me

let an angel journey with you to my door
for you are an angel to the tenth degree
you'll see my mile wide smile and be sad no more
and when you feel small just call on me

I remember when I asked you to leave
just to call the whole thing off right now
I didn't consider how badly you'd grieve
when I gave you my final bow

we can talk by the fireside
and all your troubles will no longer be
tell me about the sorrow and how many times you've cried
but baby, whatever happens simply call on me
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                        A NOVEL OF NEGATIVITY

Things happen to me the best fiction writer couldn’t dream up
You could fit all my good luck in a child’s doll house tea cup
If bad luck had teeth I’d have a torso marred by festering scars
And for me there’s only wishing on a sky full of sterile and impotent stars

My life is a badly written novel like they sell in second hand bookstores
I lose every miserable match while the hero of the team constantly scores
The words in my novel make no sense to anyone with any sense
And to me God and good luck are merely the essence of a pretense

I try for things that seem possible for a man like me to reach
But in the contract I have with heaven there seems to be a breach
I pray to a guardian angel who must be deafened to my pleas
As I simply stand aside waiting to see what disappointment decrees

My prayers are perceived as paltry and my dreams are all too deceptive
While the Lord I pray to nightly disrespects me and remains unreceptive
That guardian angel I mentioned resides in a land I cannot find
As my further failure and future were all summarily redefined

My life is a scene of seedy places and traces of all the hope I have lost
And that cheap novel in a second hand bookstore has been radically reduced in cost
I worry not that someone will plagiarize me since it’s a story no one would steal
In any event the publisher of tawdry tales and stories always backs out of the deal
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Angel of the Night

black sky chill runs to the bone
as I shudder from the pain
fitful sleep in bed alone
a face without a name

a vision soft in morning's light
the memory soon forsaken
the one I want to hold so tight
is gone when I awaken.


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  ON LONELINESS
Simply gaze around
what do you see?
I see nothing and am deaf to an offensive sound
and that's precisely the eay I want it to be

lonely people alone in a strange place
all of us have nothing of substance to do
its sort of like a ninety mile race
and i'd forget about me were I you

they speak but the subjects are obscure
and this is what i've been ordered to endure
ordered by my Lord to tell you there ain't no cure
not for a man like me who is impure 

so forget me miss but I must take my leave
ordered by my Lord incarnate
everything i've written you can believe
because I ain't nothing but a traveler's bait
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free cee FOR MARILYN 1400 ANGELS HIGH

TO MY MARILYN:
    
      MY LOVER DOES

MY LOVER DOES LIFT ME UNTO THE SKY
MY LOVER DOES LIFT ME WHERE ANGELS FLY
MY LOVER DOES MAKE EACH DAY EASIER THAN IT COULD
AND IF I COULD REPAY HER FOR ALL THIS I CERTAINLY WOULD

BUT FAVORS SUCH AS HERS AREN'T EASY TO COME BY
SINCE MY LOVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO FLEETINGLY FLY
SHE TAUGHT ME WHAT TRUE LOVE OUGHT TO BE ABOUT
AND SHE DID SO AND LEFT ME WITH VERY LITTLE DOUBT

MY LOVER DOES CARE FOR ME AND EASES EACH PAIN AND ACHE
AND MINE IS A HEART SHE WOULD NEVER THINK TO BREAK
I AWAKE EACH DAY WITH THE SURETY THAT SHE'LL ALWAYS BE THERE
THERE TO COMFORT ME AND MAKE EACH DAY EASIER TO BEAR

MY LOVER MAKES THE SUN COME OUT AND CHASES THE CLOUDS AWAY
AND SUDDENLY APPEARS A CURILEAN BLUE SKY FROM GRAY
BECAUSE MY LOVER DOES WHAT OTHERS CANNOT
AND I THANK THE LORD FOR HIS WONDROUS PLOT

MY LOVER DOES WHAT SHE DOES BEST
SHE GRANTS ME, EACH NIGHT, THE GIFT OF PERFECT REST
MY LOVER DOES SO MANY THINGS FOR ME AND SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY
AND ONE OF THOSE THINGS IS TO LIFT ME UNTO THE SKY
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she took my hand and showed me around
the hand of an angel heaven bound
she alone helped me find my way
and that's why i fell in love with her that very first day

i was new where i knew no one at all
it was just after summer in the early fall
november introduced me to joy and so much more
and beauty a blind man couldn't ignore

i'll never forget that day my newfound angel and i met
a seraphim to whom i owe a priceless debt
she made comfort mine and my anxiety disappeared
as my hearbeat quickened each time she neared

everytime she drew nigh i drew in a breath of relief
an angel who erased by most evident grief
i was saddened by loss and desperation found
relieved by an angel who was heaven bound

i still recall the sweet breath of that Autumnal day
and how she led me around in a most tender way
somehow without words she made me feel at ease
and made me believe that even in the dead of winter a rose wouldn't freeze

as i surveyed the land around me i saw Mrs. O'Malley's silken sheet
blowing in the breeze on the day that angel and i came to meet
it's difficult to forget days as lovely as the day she and i spent together
a day of perfection in both her loveliness and lovely weather

an angel became my guide to lead me to a special place
a wondrous woman who moved me with every comforting embrace
it became my duty begotten to become akin to her prince
and to my delight we've been together ever since
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A Sensual Serenity

Magnificent her body moving through my moonlit dream, 
An alabaster angel soaring slow through spectral gleam. 
Her silken gown wrapped tight around the charms that lead to sin
Beneath her raven hair that blows and flows upon the wind.

A vision of seduction slowly twisting through my mind, 
Chimera of conduction causing temperatures to climb. 
Unconscious in my sleep I feel the heat of her white skin, 
Enveloping my energy encompassed deep within. 

With fervor of devotion and a fierce impassioned plea, 
My soul is lifted lightly high above the Irish Sea. 
I gaze upon the greenery and Gaelic legends old, 
My mistress in the moonlight looking bright and Irish bold. 

And in this dream we float across the wonderment below.
She takes my hand and leads me to the land of long ago. 
I feel her vital vigor as I kiss her waiting lips 
And slowly slip my hands around her taut erotic hips. 

A sensual serenity now soothes my saddened soul; 
We glide just as the tide goes out and leaves an ancient shoal. 
I pray to the Almighty let me please just keep this sleep
Forever with this angel who has sparked such passion deep. 

But then when I awaken I still smell the briny air 
Plus scent of my sweet angel's skin so light and sallow fair.
The secrets I've concealed not revealed of that night
Bring stimulating memories of our enchanted flight.





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Halo

Floating in a halo up in the clouds She was climbing direct from her stasis Over the ground of this covered approach Reaching a higher plane of emphasis Her heart resides between the rising eyes Not to be turned away, exact part cast A light within her soul a lofty singe Bringing life to those feelers of long past Abreast of her living for the future Just a royal shower of happy schemes Allowing for love to blend on inside Having hope to keep with triumph of dreams Her eyes all aglow, full of passion there Living deep within her heart, times escape She reveals her softer side through her care A place for her to go, a place to drape Up high in the sky, a halo exists Implicating a right of time betwixt A world in the act of heartfelt desires Help between her eyes of passion affixed
Russell Sivey


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I saw an angel.

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It's only yesterday
I saw an Angel pass my way
though I wish I made her stay
'cause I had so much to say
 
She is so damn pretty
her hair clean and swiftly
she looks very humble
and she appears so freely
 
Her name she told me
her fame she showed me
she walks very coldly
and she speaks very boldly
 
I am one of her biggest fans
though I wish she gives me a chance
'cause for too long I can't show pretense
but sometimes I feel like jumping off the fence
 
This angel that loves me ,I saw from afar
has a name in particular
her name is NANCY NGOZI EGWUATU
and I truly love her too.
 
 


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 A CHOIR SINGS OF WINGS NO MORE

The night roared darker than dark ever thought dark could be
When an angel began doing dastardly things to me
Sadly now a heavenly choir no longer sings
Their silence a sacrament to an angel who suddenly lost her wings

Begotten was I a night with loathsome fangs of unfettered fear
A viper with venom more vile than my vessel could bear
The manner in which a bat flies fearlessly through nighttime’s throat
As it pertains to me that evening was akin to a Judas Goat

Angels are supposed to take flight, not take to fight
But oh that laboriously long and repugnant night
She was an angel with an aura and the aroma of spring
But woe to such an evening when a choir was quieted to sing

This angel won’t die but she’s now tethered to the ground
sans extra-sensory perception I know not to where she is bound
Wherever she goes it will be without that choir’s heavenly sound
And I to carve woeful words about the evening an angel was found
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FREE CEE a poem to all of you who may have read me and PRAYED FOR A YOUNG WOMAN

  THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW TO GIVE THANKS
i am joyous- i am overjoyed
for the tragedy a young girl came to avoid
her mother is now infinitely relieved
because i always knew the wondrous woman believed

when she got the sad news there was a shadow cast
but now the sun eradicated the shade at last
there were so many hymns left for her to sing
but she couldn't because her angel had a broken wing

and so her still small voice was quieted by fear
and anguish impossible for a mother to bear
but she looked evil straight in the face
and assured her daughter she'd be all right in her mother's embrace

i am a happy man today for sure
because it seems they finally came upon a cure
today that mother watches her angel hover because of the gift she received
because i always knew the wondrous woman believed
     this lovely lady and i thank the six or seven of
      you who read my poem "THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW TO
                                               PRAY"
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A Lonely Path

A lonely path, in the dark it moves on It meanders within the deep, dense fog Along the way there are many roses Some of which lay on an old decayed log Twenty-seven in all, each an angel All of which had their life cut way too short An ending that was abrupt and so quick Tears run down my face I sadly report No more is there any children’s laughter The families weep while in such great pain It seems that when things like this do happen The days are always darkest in the rain May we can console them as best we can Light a candle in honor of these few If we could all band together as one And show our love, this is all we can do
Russell Sivey Dedicated to all the victims of the Newtown tragedy! Entrant into SKAT- AB SIN THE-'s "In Memory of the 20 + 7 new angles of heaven~ "our own little poetry soup VIGIL"" contest 12/19/2012


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FREE CEE almost DIED AND JOY

   THIS IS A COMBINATION OF MY INCEDIBLE SON AND MISERABLE ME
                  ALMOST DIED AND JOY

“please dad, I need the toy fire house bad
oh my son, come with me and i'll make you glad
and so to quell a child's woeful tears
I purchase it and those were the Leggo years

“come on dad, it's just a set of wheels”
yes your right son and that's really no big deal
how much I love you is impossible to gauge
and that was the skateboard age

“check it out dad, surf's up and I need a new board”
and that was something I could easily afford
and as a father you figure that generosity pays
and those were the surfboard years

“pops, dig it, there's this chick and I need some fast cash
and Joe T. is trowing a really rad bash”
if I remember correctly her name was Vera
and that there was the girl craze era

“damn dad, I need a cool care quickly”
of course to a dad the word “need” is a father's reality
I hope he can hitch his car to a star
and that was the time of the very cool car

“oh dad, what could the matter be,
there are none so blind as those who will not see”
oh the secrets my growing son hid
he thought I didn't know but of course a father did

“oh dad, I hurt really bad inside”
and oh how a father cried
talk about a frustrated father's fears
and that was the dawning of the heroin years
   © copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
2012


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the ZOO KEEPER KILLED THE KANGAROO and had a koala for dessert

    A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
  
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love leave any sooner than this?
Figures and images we hung in the tiled living room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kind of kiss

I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night you took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings 
Further food for a fire fueled and shackled by shame

I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing that which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one

I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire

You knew I had to go as my face betrayed a frigid frown 
It hadn’t been easy letting you down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and now leaving town”
As Scout is getting restless so now I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
    © 2011.….Phreepoetree   ~free cee!~





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The son of the Holy Ghost

The passage is the way,, 
of the almighty,, 
and the son of,, 
The Holy Ghost prepares you, 
therefore I have engaged,,
to self inline, the heavens, 
beyond my years, into new life, 
after death,, 
unto the rebirth of Christ, 
to be resurrected again,,


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The Weight of Angel Wings

The Weight of Angel Wings By Rick Rucker Whenever I see you, Strange things happen, not a clue About how they could be, Far too magical to see! When you walk down the street, All the songbirds choose to tweet, Could this be merely random, Or a case of rabid fandom? Could my judgment be that clouded, As my heart is way too crowded, With the exploits of your spirit The darkness you traverse, though you don't fear it! You're amazing, through and through, Your tales of accomplishments are true You told me secret things, Like the weight of Angel's wings! I'm sort of sorry that you're now mortal, But now you can show us all The Portal To a blessed, brighter day, In your own inimitable way! To those of us that could never fly, Can see only the underside of the sky The Laws of Reason are quite formal All of these things seem quite normal. To a being not often earthly bound It must be torture on the ground. Dealing with petty troubles Most of which are less than bubbles On the winds of Divine Reason To Whom, all of time, is as a season. Our skirmishes, quite base Seem to jeopardize our race We are rushing ever faster, Toward what appears to be disaster, Unless compassion is soon felt, Our whole planet will we melt? A burning question all this begs: Don't we all have arms and legs, “Us versus Them” seems to resonate in our brain “Wipe out the others,” a far too common refrain! Could this be our human Fate To crawl around, in fear and hate? Will there be a time here soon, When we won't fight over THE MOON? Or some other place That brings us all disgrace? Wouldn't it be very nice To recreate PARADISE? To do it, we need a Vision True Held by one just like you That must be why you were sent here To free us all from Hate and Fear! Can you do it, despite the lack Of your wings, will they grow back? Or are you to be a GUIDE, Not in the conflict, but on the side? Please forgive the silly questions If you would but give me suggestions How to deal with one like you, A Heavenly Wonder, an Angel true!


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OKAY I ADMIT IT I RAPED MY GRANDMA

    A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
  
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love leave any sooner than this?
Figures and images we hung in the tiled living room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kind of kiss

I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night you took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings 
Further food for a fire fueled and shackled by shame

I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing that which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one

I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire

You knew I had to go as my face betrayed a frigid frown 
It hadn’t been easy letting you down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and now leaving town”
As Scout is getting restless so now I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
    © 2011.….Phreepoetree   ~free cee!~





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If I was

If I was a powerful Queen
I would choose to rule without a smile
Of course, my mind would be kept serene
For I would make sure my subjects do run my own mile

If I was a magical fairy
I would hide from the world and pretend to be an impostor
Ugly is how I would see the face of humanity
Though all of humankind has been made by the Lord, our father!

If I was a old witty witch
I would use all of my love spells
I would seduce the cute and the rich
At my diseased feet, I would make sure they all fell!

If I was an omniscient Goddess
I would create another world
I see Earth as beautiful, but sickened by an abcess
By the side of my God, I would make sure my creation flowered!

With a sign, I realize I am but a poet
Sometimes, I become even a dreamer
Wishing I could have my way, play my own trumpet
Well, I can only write, hoping, to be remembered forever!


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HOW DID THE RAT GET SO FAT IF ALL HE ATE WAS CRAP

    A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
  
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love leave any sooner than this?
Figures and images we hung in the tiled living room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kind of kiss

I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night you took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings 
Further food for a fire fueled and shackled by shame

I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing that which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one

I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire

You knew I had to go as my face betrayed a frigid frown 
It hadn’t been easy letting you down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and now leaving town”
As Scout is getting restless so now I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
    © 2011.….Phreepoetree   ~free cee!~





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FREE CEE a liars choir sings of wings no more

 A CHOIR SINGS OF WINGS NO MORE

The night roared darker than dark ever thought dark could be
When an angel began doing dastardly things to me
Sadly now a heavenly choir no longer sings
Their silence a sacrament to an angel who suddenly lost her wings

Begotten was I a night with loathsome fangs of unfettered fear
A viper with venom more vile than my vessel could bear
The manner in which a bat flies fearlessly through nighttime’s throat
As it pertains to me that evening was akin to a Judas Goat

Angels are supposed to take flight, not take to fight
But oh that laboriously long and repugnant night
She was an angel with an aura and the aroma of spring
But woe to such an evening when a choir was quieted to sing

This angel won’t die but she’s now tethered to the ground
sans extra-sensory perception I know not to where she is bound
Wherever she goes it will be without that choir’s heavenly sound
And I to carve woeful words about the evening an angel was found
    © 2009…..free cee!


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read and learn how to write actual and maningful poetry by FREE CEE


  ON WINGS AND OTHER THINGS

I thought I saw an eagle
I thought I saw a hawk
I thought I saw an angel
So she and I began to talk

She told me about how she got her wings
A tale told with gratitude and pride
She told me where she lives and other things
As we sat softly side by side

I’d never seen or talked to an angel before
So it was difficult to formulate the verbiage an angel would like to hear
I said “I’ve never even seen an actual angel” and to those seven words I swore
And she swiped away from my cerulean blue eyes a single sensual tear

Always close, always hovering above my head
Chasing away those who would chastise me
I’ll always remember the last words she said
She urged, “keep in sight those who might despise thee”
    © 2011.…Phreepoetry ~free cee!~


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Declan

Sleeping angel sent down here from heaven above
Unweeping angel never more to feel sorrow or fears
Mommy holds you in her arms wrapped tight in eternal love
Daddy kisses your soft cheek trying to hold back his tears


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BUKOOWSKY AND ME

    A VIEW FROM BEYOND THE BLUE

I hate to see the world this way
Everything seems like an aimless gray
Over there used to be a cow P\Pasteur all blazingly green
Now it’s just another iron and concrete scene

Building icons construct latter day dinosaurs against our iconoclastic wishes
So I think for two months a winged angel should do the dishes
Because even angels have duties to perform
And some of them even do it far above norm

But my angel and I look down and cry for a society’s pretense
Weeping for the fools without angels nor sense
Sometimes she says if I want to go down it’s okay
But it’s easy to see in angelic eyes that she prays i stay

There is no way in the world I  would nednd your world gone awry
I’ll just stay in the breath of white clouds and fantasy’s fog until I die
Because ain’t no reason for me to return except Raggae and rum
And get the valet to pull around our car, but not Jake, he’s too dumb

And you all can do me a favor and entertain me while I look down
I want to see every fool, every bigot and everyone I deem a morose clown
So I’ll just remain up here with my angelic life that keeps me calm
While my angel and I have a wager on when someone will release a nuclear bomb     
          © 2011.…free poetry ~free cee!~


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i killed SILVER but allowed my SCOUT to live on

    AN UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
  
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love leave any sooner than this?
Figures and images we hung in the tiled living room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kind of kiss

I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night you took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings 
Further food for a fire fueled and shackled by shame

I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing that which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one

I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire

You knew I had to go as my face betrayed a frigid frown 
It hadn’t been easy letting you down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and now leaving town”
As Scout is getting restless so now I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
    © 2011.….Phreepoetree   ~free cee!~



 


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Porcelain Angel

 If love were an angel of porcelain
Careful would we be then.
Her silken wings so fragile
Would never touch harsh wind.

If love were a glazed, glass sculpture
From high, we would not let her fall,
Tip and strike the ground to rupture
Shattering into fragments small.

If love were a cut glass angel
Her protectors we would be,
Not touched by friend or stranger
Or flecked by other's greed.

If a porcelain angel love were
A painted tear upon her cheek,
Her wings the shape of doves,
So fragile, though not weak.

For if we let her tumble
Carelessly chip or cleave,
If in love we should ever stumble
We'll be afforded no reprieve.