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The Merry Go Round of Earth

One half is submerged in light,
the other in darkness.
Half says goodnight and the other
tugs the harness.

Kids climb backyard trees tinged
with school bus yellow.
As lovers play hide and seek
in the nighttime meadow.

Training wheels lay abandoned -
youthful eyes bear cornea confidence.
The silver spokes whistle through copper leaves -
once in a lifetime decadence.

August stars say their last farewell
in glorious beelines.
Whilst wrinkled fingers grasp the moon
in delicious daytime.

A woman dressed in white walks down the aisle -
her father proudly flaunts.
As a preacher recites Scripture at a funeral:
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want...

A newborn's laugh lights the whole world up
with effortless ease.
Whilst a pair of liver-spotted legs
unbuckles its knees.

One takes the first step -
the other reaches the end of the line.
One is a wealth of wisdom -
and the other is a gift divine.

Tiny toes to caress the sand,
ashes to sprinkle in the sea -
as if Nature itself has read aloud
Ecclesiastes Three.

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No Greater Love

For God so loved this sinful world, He gave us all His son; That we might live with Him one day, when life on Earth is done. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. The time was short for Jesus Christ, but what He gave mankind To lift our hearts and save our souls has yet to be refined. The grace and style in which He moved through politics and fools, Has paved the way for paths we trod through worldly ways and rules. His teachings spread throughout the land, His miracles renowned, He only had to touch a life to show His love was sound. Two thousand years have come and gone since Christ communed with man; And with his dying saved us all, to serve God's ancient plan. He rose from death, as He had said, and proved His word was true, That life eternal waited those who choose to suffer through. Salvation came that fateful day, the Bible tells us so; And time has shown that through God’s love the weakest spirits grow. Now, modern times are hard on us and cause us all to doubt, For change is there at every turn, and Satan’s always out. It’s now we need the love of God, for always, as before; Just lift your heart and ask for it, and see what lays in store. It’s through God’s love we handle change and how it makes us strong In ways we deal with worldly things and sort the right from wrong. For change is just another way the Lord sees fit to use To make our days seem fresh and new with paths to take and choose. It’s by our faith we live our lives and seek a brighter day, And how we find the confidence when doubts get in the way. But most of all it’s happiness that faith’s been known to give When our misfortunes come to cloud these modern times we live. We need not fear what God has wrought. We need not know His plan. We only need to know He’s there, and love’s in store for man. Just think the words you’d ask in prayer, and ere a sound be heard, His perfect love will fill your heart before you’ve breathed a word. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. But God forgave our debt to Him, we live in grace today; The greatest love you’ve ever known is just a breath away.

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Slavery in Haiti

Haiti, the home of voodoo practices
Seventeenth Century Spain cedes to France
Catholic Spaniards trembled when they saw
“Dead” men revived to wander in trances

A vile poison can make men appear dead
Revival requires an antidote
But perhaps there is more to zombie lore
An explanation to why these souls woke

Brutally treated slaves worked sugar fields
Captives from Africa known as “Maroons”
As French aristocrats sat and grew fat
Blacks sweated for “sweets” in the tropic sun

Buried guilt deep at night still festers
For conscience is God’s gift to each man
Some may suppress it for just a short time
‘Til magical night envelopes the land

Spirits of those who were taken in chains
Are given by God a chance to rebel
Stalking the living in deathly pallor
Haunting their captors with visions of hell

“Zombifications,” Maroons erected
Spreading the horrors of slavery with anger
Showing the French what their evil produced
And putting their sanity in danger

So please put the voodoo dolls back on shelves
The needle-sharp pricks of remorse can sting
Enslaved Maroons prevail in heaven’s court
Our Creator’s eyes aren’t missing a thing

Magic, black or white, God sees no color
Love is bestowed on men of all races
And those who question the Lord’s intentions
Should look in the eyes of living-dead faces

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That Still Small Voice

In still small voice you spoke to me
And whispered oh, so earnestly
“Be careful, child, this will not do
You wander far for pastures new…

Be careful, child, I know your heart
I know what lies in every part
Your longings only I can fill
And yet you go; I whisper still

Come back to me and be at peace
With me your every storm will cease
My child, you are my precious one
Why choose the night and not the SON!”

You spoke to me in a still small voice
But I still longed to make the choice
I wanted to feel wildly free
The one I hurt was only me

Yes, I got hurt when I denied
The truth you spoke, and so I cried
To keep me safe, you placed a hedge
You promised love in blood tinged pledge

The still small voice, I didn’t heed
My heart left bare to scar and bleed
And yet you whisper sweet to me
“I’m still here child, to set you free.

So long ago, I came to earth
You’ll soon be thinking of my birth
I left all heaven, just for you
I had to prove my love was true”

Your still small voice I can now hear
And though I’ve wandered, you are near
I hear you whisper to my heart
Lord, hold me close and never part

Eileen Manassian

Two key verses play a part in this prayer. One is a thought that I touched on in previous writes. God puts a hedge around those whom He loves to protect them...We sometimes choose to break down that hedge, and we suffer the consequences. 

Psalms 13: 5 - 6
You have hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it.

Another thought is about how God speaks to us. He speaks to us through nature, though other believers, through His word, and sometimes...its that small voice that whispers in our ear. That's how it was with the prophet Elijah. He was afraid and was in hiding. God had plans for him. 

1 Kings 19:11-13New International Version (NIV)

11 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.”

Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

The King James Version mentions...a still small voice. Yes, He still speaks to us...but do we listen? 

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God's Kind Of Poetry

His poetry written since the beginning of time
Not in mere words did he inscribe his love
But in the natural world and the human heart
It is the perfection of earth and skies above

The hills and the fish ,the eagle that soars
Deep oceans, great plains and grand woods
The music of breezes moving through  grass
And  the whisper of love from those we adore

Each one a chapter in his great book of life
I believe this is one way he chose to speak
Gifts given  freely throughout our eternity
Look, for in nature perhaps the answers we seek…..

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we our souls will spend our time repenting

we our souls will spend our time repenting 
but the body of truth always comes to light 
in drawing an end to come with true believers 
so they can see the many faces of the devil 

greed in this world money takes over always
as they worship first with the devil’s tools 
invading our space all for the sake of black 
liquid gold tainted hearts in its color so pure 

shame on this world absolutely for mankind
has not learned at all given profound problems
aplenty and stands the testimony of our times 
while war does not resolve anything—death’s end 

only when family lives are directly affected 
they have the fighting right to protect and live 
wherever they choose but we are all controlled 
and always told what to do openly or furtively 

in a system rolling unto the end of mankind
shut eyes in the face of truth and honesty 
the whole setup is a joke makes one laugh 
countries run amok and history repeats itself 

doing the devil’s work at command or by one’s will 
while throwing our money around with profligate zeal 
like they are usually royalty by some birthright and 
this says so much for the world we live in today 

looking at their greed it’s oh so clear for all to see that
with food dished out on silver cutlery and others starving
our priorities have run afoul of charity and common sense
running everything into the ground to support their lies

present catching the past and past is the future’s prologue 
Earth soon develops a chasmic breach at depths reaching a 
heart's song unheard powers unchanging with a most awful
and pronounced Quest of more which destroys the very Soul 

in a such a pitiful world so desolate and blind 
are pure souls who wish with love to shine bright 
one chance will come with a golden sun shining 
but will human kind seize the golden glory at hand 

two paths lie in tomorrow’s dawning shadow dark— 
the path to the end or to the new beginning for mankind 
we live ever together striving for a peaceful endeavor 
we live at war forever on the very fringes of Hell itself 

the way to Armageddon lies open and wants to greet us 
the way to the golden life of peaceful bliss is still possible 
but at tomorrow's dawn do we change our path or will we 
sing the song of stupidity and be dark from tomorrow on 

We must have peace . . . In Our Time or Perish Forever!

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – 
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
(December 4, 2014) (Quatrain unrhymed poetic form)

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Heaven’s light source pure
Radiated light-years beyond
Man’s conscious knowledge
And cosmic understanding.

Various brilliant streetlights
Of the universe charting
Courses through stretches 
Of eternal darkness deep.

God keeps this Starlight
True to his very word
For when darkness wins
The keys of enlightenment

Fall prisoner to Lucifer
Who controls them for
His advantage over Man
At odds always with God.

Starlight reflects the way
For mankind’s quest in
Seeking ethereal guidance
And spiritual illumination.

This heavenly pure light
Keeps mankind on track
Despite Lucifer’s intrigues
To do just the opposite.

Man’s Earth time is short
And his date with destiny
Finds his fate held in the
Balance of God’s Hands.

But there is always the
Chance to ask God for
His advice and help—then
Waiting for the answer.

And God’s answer is
Coming in different ways
And—at the end, Salvation
Is granted by the act of God.

Being in God’s arms and
Looking back the way Man
Came reflects that everything
Was part of God’s divine purpose.

God’s grace and protection
On each and every one of the
Stones on the way and back
Was part of God’s divine plan.

At the end it turns out that
Everything was planned
From the very beginning
By you and God together.

The godly part created in
Man is the divine guidance
Which brings everybody
Back into the arms of God.

Now being in conscious awareness
Of God’s plans and creation,
Man can enjoy with inner peace the
Starlight—Heaven’s light source!

Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman, 
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(January 30, 2015) (Unrhymed Quatrain)

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A Brand New Leash for Me

I left your side not long ago,
To run on Heaven‘s fields.
I know you’ll miss me daily,
While writing poems on the hills.

With no farewells exchanged,
And no time to say goodbye.
I was gone before you knew it,
And only God knows why.

Though we parted company,
I’ll check in from up above.
The hardest thing to do,
Is to leave the ones I love.

I wish, I could take your pain,
As you drown in sorrow’s sea.
Don’t let the emptiness of death,
Take the place of me.

I know you’ll grieve me dearly,
And your secret tears will flow.
But as you face this sadness,
Your happiness will grow.

Whenever you feel lonely,
My memories’ll get you through.
Please continue pressing on,
Don’t fill your life with I miss you’s.

Whenever you’re in heaven,
Please know the love will last.
For everyday is the same,
There’s no longing for the past.

For some day on life’s long road,
You’ll hear God call your name.
And on that day you hear His voice,
Peace’ll be yours to claim.

And we will walk again,
Up on these glistening fields.
And you can write your poems,
With me at your heels.

And when your life is over,
And God sets you free.
He will hand your loving hand, 
A brand new leash for me.

For my late dog and Constance's
All Pets Go to Heaven Contest

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God's Open Door

Christ Jesus our Savior is waiting for you.
His door stands open wide.
Won't you accept His invitation,
to come and walk inside.

It's sinner's like you and me,
He gave His life to save.
Not one of us is worthy,
but our sins were covered at His grave.

And don't think good people go to heaven.
Because not one of us is good enough,
despite the good deeds that we do,
we're still all sinner's, through and through!

Yet, His saving grace is there for us.
No matter where we are,
or what we've done,
His arms reach out to everyone.

There is no entrance fee to pay.
Just say, Lord Jesus, show me The Way.
And when you enter into God's open door,
you'll hear all heaven's welcome roar.

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God's Hushed Hello's

When I smell a scented flower,
or touch the petals of a rose,
I feel I'm touching God's face,
And hearing His hushed hello's.

Listen closely and you will hear,
God whispering to you in your ear.
There is no place you cannot go,
without His voice high pitched or low.

Next to a thundering waterfall,
God's powerful voice can be heard by all.
He speaks to you wherever you are,
by a bubbling brook, or a sky full of stars.

To hear God's laughter and merry mirth,
walk through His gardens here on earth.
Where butterflies and bees buzz and flit around.
Listen and feel God's Spirit, dancing to their sound. 

In splashing rain, or sunny skies,
in singing birds, or smiling eyes,
God's presence you will sense and know,
when you stop and listen for His hushed Hello's.    

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When God Calls Me Home

I would like to spill, What is harbored in my soul. I would like to say, Things that no one really knows. · I’d apologize to you, In a measurement beyond the stars. For not being there with you, Has left my soul this scar. · I’m reminded of the heartache, From that dreadful day. Of an ordinary time, When God took you away. · I would’ve quickly taken, The fate that you have faced. Than to see your children suffer, Savoring sorrows aftertaste. · If I had straps on my shoulders, Attached to an antique plow. You’d see deep ruts in the earth, From the weight I carry now. · I’m harvesting my burdens, In my open fields of pain. In the drought of happiness, Awaiting a smiling rain. · I’ve cultivated memories, From the 3 years you’ve been gone. Laying on glistening blades of grass, That I cried on sorrow’s lawn. · I reminisce on the tears, That only my heart knows. Waiting for bouquets of smiles, From the seeds I just now sowed. · I’m sorry you faced such madness, Without me along your side. And things could have been better, Perhaps you would have survived. · I’m sorry I didn’t call you, To distract your vivid mind. But I replay those what if’s, All the freakin’ time. · No one knows my heartache, Of not biding my goodbye. These are things I’ve harbored, Way down, deep inside. · It feels like you’d still be here, If I’d used my earthly power. I’m sorry for not distracting you, From your darkest hour. · This is a poem I had to write, To regain my inner control. And release my encumbers, To unburden my soul. · You will always be my best friend, A notion I’ll never condone. You know I’ll await your answer, When God calls me home. _________________________ For Christie and Sharon's "I'm Sorry" Contest

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BC Had Greatness

B.C. has been the acronym applied 
for all events before out dear Lord’s birth.
Who knew another god would change the tide
and wield a power of great global worth?

To what do I refer? Or have you guessed
the god to which we each now bow our head?
No matter our religion, all are blessed
with this thing vital as our daily bread.

It took away the jobs of common men
and gave new jobs to geeks. You now must know
this god of our new world, who loves all sin
as well as good, has nothing it won’t show!

I think “Before Computers” seems a way
to say A.D.  became a new B.C.
Now things have changed so much that I would say
that my own past is ancient history!

Before Computers, life was not so fast,
and even in the 90’s I could keep
abreast of news and make my free time last.
High-tech today both makes me thrill and weep!

More time for family, a slowed down pace,
more time for God; I weep for things we’ve lost.
yet thrilled am I to see the human race
now bonding. But we do it at what cost?

Our children growing lazy, rude, and fat
and less connected, addicts to a phone!
To play outside. . . . Do you remember that?
B.C. meant doing more things on your own.

With jobs, our kids and all our lives at stake,
we now embrace our new computer age,.
Omitting our true God is the mistake
that might well do us in; we must be sage!

Recall the values getting left behind
as into this computer age we cruise.
Look back to decades past and you will find
B.C. had greatness that we must not lose.

For Deb's Contest (B.C. = Before Computers)

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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

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My Heart is Amazed

My heart is amazed by His boundless compassion
My heart is in awe of the love of the Lord
The hand of His mercy endureth forever
What riches of kindness in heaven are stored!

My heart is amazed at the sight of creation
My heart is in awe of the works of the King
The fountains and river, the depth of the ocean,
The rock and the trees of His greatness shall sing!

My heart is amazed on the height of the mountain
My heart is in awe of the stars in the sky
Unmoving, unchanging, the Lord is eternal
Though years of the mortal so quickly fly by

My heart is amazed by the lamb and the lion
My heart is in awe of the birds in the air
Created for man by the hands of the Master
The heights and the depths of his dwelling to share

My heart is amazed by the King of the nations
My heart is in awe of His death on the tree
The Lamb that was Slain, by the word of the Father
Arose from the grave my Redeemer to be!

-- By Isaiah Zerbst-   Feb 9, 2013 - metre --

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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".~

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The Stuff of His Imagination

God had to exist forever
Or nothing could be
All around us is evidence
The very fact that we can see

From nothing comes nothing
Random acts didn't create man
I'm no monkey's relative
I'm part of God's plan

As I look out my window
I let my mind flow
Seeking knowledge
From the God I wish to know

Within my minds eye
I travel back in time
I pray for understanding
The face of the Divine

With logical thinking
If I go back far enough
There can be nothing from nothing
Only God can create stuff

We are the stuff of his dreams
It is through him that we are real
Our mind body and spirits
Interconnected spokes on life's wheel

What is small is big
What is big is small
There is only one hand
Who can hold it all

So I look to the heavens
I try to comprehend
Nothing is truly random
With a God that has no end

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A Letter to My Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart that time,
The Great Healer, cannot repair.
Your going has left a hole in my existence
That forever and beyond will not heal,
A hole ever expanding from its own nothingness,
A hole through which all the goodness,
All the kindness of you is slipping through.
You were my sounding board.
Trite ideas offered, came back
Enhanced, brilliant and sparkling.
Borrowing intelligence from you, I grew wiser.
Doors opened before me as I strove to be worthy
Of you, my beloved son.
I go on now as you would have me do,
Searching in Nature for the joy 
You found in its wonders.
Hearing bird songs with your ears,
Relating to others with your empathetic instincts.
Striving, ever striving to be the person
And mother that you believed me to be
And never letting your memory grow dim
For those you loved and for whom you sacrificed.

You came into this world with a wisdom
That did not come from me.
I thank God each day for His lending you to me
For the time that I had you near
And I cling to His promise
That I will see you again.

I could not tell from whence you came,
Born with a wisdom that did not come from me,
And I do not know where you have gone,
Part of myself, the better part--into Eternity.

Originally entered as verse


A Letter to my Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart
That Time, that great healer cannot repair.
Your going  left  space in my existence
That forever and more will still be there.

Ever expanding from it nothingness
A hole from which your goodness has slipped through.
The kindnesses you wore as a halo
Have disappeared as well since I lost you.

I used you as a sounding boad to measure
The wisdom and the beauty of the world.
Your ideas were so clear and brilliant,
Through you my own best aptitudes unfurled.

I'm trying to live up to your standards.
I want to be more worthy of you, Son.
You told me once I was the perfect mother,
And with you life was such a lot of fun.

I thank God every day for loan of you.
The time we had was more than worth the pain.
And now I'm clinging tight to his promise
That some day I will see you once again. 

I do not know from whence you came,
Blessed with wisdom  that did not come from me.
Each day I pray I know where you have gone;
Taking my heart into Eternity.

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My Valentine

Another Sweetheart’s Day my love
And once again I am alone.
No loving message in the mail
No whispered words by way of phone.

At forty-one, God took you home
You have been gone for fifty years.
The grass grows lushly on your grave.
I place my flowers and shed my tears.

I ask this question every day
And wonder why God planned it so
Why I should live and you should die.
In God’s own time, he’ll let us know. 

You said you’d be my love until 
My chestnut locks had turned to white.
I hug the promise that you gave.
It keeps me warm the whole cold night.

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God called Nathan Home

On January 5th 1992,
  God whispered in Nathan’s ear.
Oh, it seems like yesterday,
  But it’s been seventeen years.

God came into the hospital,
  And clutched him to Thy chest.
To accompany his little soul,
  Onto his heavenly quest.

Before he parted earth,
  And left for the above.
He felt his father’s warmth,
  And heard his mother’s love.

And after all this sadness,
  A place in heaven is our reward.
For Nathan is safe and sound,
  Up with the Lord of Lords.

Though he left you as an infant,
  Up in heaven he has grown.
For today’s the anniversary,
  That God called Nathan home.

This is for Gary and Elizabeth Reese,
I have written you a poem from my 
Heart to yours, may God bless you 
and Happy New Year...Raul

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In Heaven with the Lord

Three years have almost passed,
  Since God called you both home.
He summoned you untimely,
  Up to Thy golden throne.

Kayla Brianne and Elijah Kyle,
  Were both their names to be.
But God had other plans,
  And brought them to Thy glory.

Though time is filled with sorrow,
  There are things to be thankful for.
For Kayla Brianne and Elijah Kyle.
  Are up in heaven with the Lord.

Dedicated to Cody and Brandlynn Young,
two fellow soupers who lost two children.

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Sweet Pasture Picture

Within these vast and roofless hallowed halls 
Under skies holding clouds like distant smoke. 
Beyond heaving hills sunlight fades and falls. 
Stands a solitary, grand, majestic oak. 

As this great oak's shadow looms far and fast 
Stretching as light of evening turns to shade. 
Colors red and yellow soft clear as glass. 
A moment's view this picture God has made.

In Heaven gold and silver will be His grass. 
His love is extended beauty's center piece. 
Not briefly, but eternally beauty shall last. 
Heaven's pasture with light, sweet joy, and peace. 

Theo artist have tried with word, oil and stone 
To recreate which God to all men give
No canvas or sculpture shall ever clone 
Beauty of both pastures where we may live. 

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I Wasn't Alone

There on that bench, here in this park
Was where I met God, alone in the dark.
He wasn’t adorned with riches galore.
He was a pauper man, not needing more.

He sat with me then, as I was so scared.
Just eight years old, and I got lost at the fair.
Separated from family, didn’t know where to go
I sat on the bench and waited there so.

Along came this man, scared of him I was
Until he sat next to me, I lost fear because
He spoke with a tone and offered a hand,
A sign to me that he would understand.

I told him my story. He said not to fear.
He’d stay with me until family was near.
I felt reassured and safe as could be.
His warm soft voice, it blanketed me.

Then in the distance, my dad had appeared.
He was right all along, I had nothing to fear.
My dad came up crying and hugged me so tight.
I then turned to that man to wish him goodnight.

He was there on the bench, I knew it for sure.
When I turned my head, he wasn’t there anymore.
I looked at my dad and told him of my tale
He smiled back at me and fell awfully pale.

He said, “Son when you need him, God does appear.
It’s not very strange that He was right here.
He serves and protects and loves us all much.
I believe He was here and gave you His touch.”

I was amazed at those words that my father said.
I couldn’t wait to go home and pray at my bed.
“Dear God up in the Heaven, I thank you, I do.
You sent me a savior and that savior was You.

You reached to this child, protected this night.
You offered him hope and provided light.
You took away his fear and made him feel warm.
Mostly, Dear God, you kept him from harm.

Thank you.”

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Many years ago as we've been told 
Pilgrims landed on America shores
Remembered for their gifts of love
Shared with natives living there
Surviving those long winter months
Who would have thought
Their kindness would cross the seas
To our small Bahama Land!
We celebrate Thanksgiving
With turkey and pumpkin pie to!
It is a time to give God thanks
For richly blessing our Bahama Land!
The adoption of this tradition
Inspires us to reach out to those in need
And draw closer to our divine purpose
To be sincerely thankful for all God has done!

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A granddaughter is a joy
a real genuine treasure,
to make the heart sing
with unequaled pleasure.

Her smile can brighten
the gloomiest afternoon.
In her sweet presence
my heart becomes immune

to trouble or sorrow,
defeat or decline.
In her, so clearly,
we see God's design.    

A grandson fills the gap
and completes God's plan.
In his face, I catch 
a  glimpse of the man.

His smile brings sunshine,
love defines his embrace.
My load becomes lighter,
worry's gone without a trace.

He will always hold
a large chunk of my heart.
No force can alter our
bond, it's off the chart.

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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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One More Day

One more day of sunshine
One more to praise Your name.
One more day that is mine
Your glories to acclaim.

The birds were up before me
Each trilling a sweet refrain,
And competing just to show thee
Their purest love again.

As the day progresses,
May we pause to reflect
On the man-made messes
Of what You'd made perfect.

You gave us clear directions,
Changed by arrogance of man.
We are the imperfections 
Who dared to thwart Your plan.

We didn't listen to your word.
We've gone our thoughtless way.
It's time to turn to You Lord
And take your path today.

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We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.

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Searching For God

We keep searching for God
Although he's everywhere 
We want to have proof
To prove he is there

Look up to the sky
The wind is his breath
He's the God of the living
The master of death

The gifter of sunshine
Feel his warmth on your face
All the trees and plant life
Rely on His grace

Listen to His laughter
When you see children play
Humanity His garden
He tends to us each day

Inspired by Gail Angel Doyle's Finding God Contest.
Not entered because like a guy I didn't read the directions.

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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.

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Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.

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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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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."

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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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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

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God's At His Computer

With all the texting that we do,

God's still waiting to hear from you.

And while you're reading your e-mails,

He's sorting through His knee-mails.

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Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

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Valhalla - Vikings' Paradise

In Asgard, kingdom of the mighty God Odin
a place awaits all battle fallen warrior heroes
It's in Valhalla where there is endless feasting
and an ending of all griefs and sorrows

The Valkyries, Odin's warrior daughters
carry the fallen heroes from the battlefield 
to Valhalla to join other fallen warriors
where they are restored to life fully healed

Each day the warriors fight on Asgard's plain
Their battle skills to sharpen and maintain 
Every evening wounds and injuries they sustain
are healed and each warrior made whole again

They dine on liquor and fresh cooked meat
that is always in great abundance for all
providing a delicious gourmet treat
at Odin's banquet in Valhalla's dining hall

July 18, 2014
Here is the poem which aroused my childhood interest in the Vikings, and to 
which I referred in my reply to Shadow. I would like to share it with others.
It is "The Sea King's Burial" by Charles Mackay. It recalls the days when a 
Viking chief died and his body was placed in a boat. The vessel with full sail 
set and a fire lighted, was then sent drifting out to sea. It is a long poem so I 
am only quoting the first and last verses:

My strength is failing fast 
   (Said the sea-king to his men). 
I shall never sail the seas 
   Like a conqueror again, 
But while yet a drop remains 
Of the life-blood in my veins 
Raise, oh, raise me from my bed, 
Put the crown upon my head, 
Put my good sword in my hand, 
And so lead me to the strand, 
   Where my ship at anchor rides 
If I cannot end my life 
In the crimsoned battle-strife 
   Let me die as I have lived, 
      On the sea.

Once alone a cry arose, 
   Half of anguish, half of pride, 
As he sprang upon his feet, 
   With the flames on every side. 
"I am coming! " said the king, 
Where the swords and bucklers ring, 
Where the warrior lives again, 
Where the souls of mighty men 
And the weary find repose, 
And the red wine ever flows, 
   I am coming, great -All-Father, 
      Unto thee! 
Unto Odin, unto Thor, 
And the strong, true hearts of yore: 
   I am coming to Valhalla 
      O'er the sea."  

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But Drunk I'm Not

You ask me if I do believe in God So I ask God if He believes in me; I heard no word from God, not half a nod, Which leaves a doubt about a deity. at least for me don't ya' see Until His confirmation I exist I'll give no confirmation God is there And don't you even think you can insist That God is here and there and everywhere. if God is there He doesn't care I don't believe the moon is made of cheese Nor do I think that Bigfoot roams around, I cannot choose between mythologies Where magic fantasies of gods abound. the truth is bound beneath the ground Free thinking is my Irish history, From Paul Revere to me right here, bizzare. We hold on to our friggin' sanity By drowning out the outside in a bar. a beer and shot but drunk I'm not - yet The Irish are the minstrels of the road And all my kin were gangster troubadores All singing out about their heavy load Till bars to drink became the bars on doors. you think you could be Robin hood? We did extensive geneaology But called it quits before the end, We found a pound of wild pathology But buried it before it could offend. another shot but drunk I'm not I'm drunk a lot it's all I got

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Jesus gave His life for me,
So why shouldn't I do the same?
He took our hurt and misery;
Thank You Jesus for burdening my pain.

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Shadows, shadows, big or small, I see them all around
Kissed by the morning sun, they come out all over the ground
We seek shade in some of these shadows from rain and sun
Clouds make them disappear; they come out with the sun

These clouds are reflections, dark, they stand still, walk or run
They grow longer and deeper, the sun moves down the sky
Aiming to reach the evening sun, these shadows merge in darkness
Blessed by the sun, they lived long or short, their day is over

Come another day, new shadows spring with joy in all directions
Taken for granted these shadows, I find in them our reflections
Blessed by the God like the rising sun, we live to see our day
At our evenings, God takes us with Him; some other sees a new day

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The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.

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The Heart Of The Ocean

You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.

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God Makes Me Dance

God makes me dance;
Stand up and raise my hands!
Jump around His perfect lands;
God makes me dance!

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Let the Creed be a mirror for you
Look at yourself in it to see
You believe in all
You claim to believe


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It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.

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The Soldiers Wife

I came back to tell you I love you so
I was appalled. Is it mine, this baby?
You broke my heart you said who knows? Maybe
How could you treat me thus? I’ll never know.

I had no choice. You were at war, away
You could be killed and might not come again
If you do, Only God knows if and when
I was so alone and yes I did stray

I could not help myself. I needed you
I could not bear it. I was so lonely
But you, I really I loved so truly
Despite my stray Oh God and I still do

You see I knew an awful lot of chaps
Without you I had to find some comfort
One of them, Oh dear he was so expert
You ask me is this baby yours? Perhaps

Just a sequence, another one nightstand
Can you forgive me please? I could have lied
To be true to you well I really tried
I know I’m wrong but can’t you understand

I raised my hand to strike, I in distress
But no I could not harm you, even you
Because I never stopped loving you
And why should I kill? The child is guiltless

You had no choice. I was at war, away
I could be killed and might not come again
If I did, Only God knows if and when
You were so alone and yes you did stray.

I shall forgive, not as as cold as ice
You say it might be mine but are you wrong?
I want to trust you well but is it on?
So many men, you’ve strayed not once but twice.

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Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

He does not love you else why would he stray
Do you still love him? Your body says No
Oh come to my arms for I love you so
Come to my arms and let us away.

Kiss me. Please touch me. Oh touch me just there.
Oh God! We must not. We cannot go there
God help me! To another I am bound
I have to be true, my conscience does hound

Do you still love him? Your body says No
Our spouses don’t love us, and I am now free
Come to my arms and let us away.
Come to my arms now and I’ll marry thee

Oh God! We must not. We cannot go there
I cannot for better for worse I said
I have to be true, my conscience does hound
Oh Love. Sometimes I have wished I were dead

Our spouses don’t love us, and I am now free
Come leave him, just leave him. Make yourself free
Come to my arms now and I’ll marry thee
Come to my arms and let us away

He cannot love you else why would he stray
Think! Not once not twice, God knows how many
Oh come to my arms for I love you so
Come to my arms and let us away.

Kiss me. Please touch me. Oh touch me just there.
I can and I must and we shall go there
Oh you are right so why was I stupid
I’ll come to your arms.  A cloud has been lifted

Do I still love him? My body says No
I’ll come to your arms for I love you so
He cannot love me else why would he stray
Think! Not once not twice God knows how many

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No one knows the hour of Christ’s return.
And when he comes to earth what will He find?
A place where man and creatures co-exist
Or places where the greed of man confines?

Has man replenished Earth as God commands?
Using what he needs, taking nothing more?
Or has he ravaged resources and lands?
Will Jesus see a sight He shall abhor?

Many folks have forgotten God above.
They treat the gifts from Him with no respect.
Forgetting that He created us with love.
To often folks forget they must protect.

Remember to recycle replenish and reuse.
Plant another tree where one has fallen down.
Go green; mulch veggie wastes with yard refuse.
Before too long rich dirt will there be found.

Hugekultur methods restore and save, too.
Growing plants stay moist with hands-off!
Thus leaving time and money just for you.
Conserve water, too by turning faucets off.

Each one of us with awareness can take part.
Why not begin by reusing cloth bags at shops?
Look around to see where you can start.
Prepare the earth to shine without teardrops.

I will do my best to use everything that I own until it either wears out, breaks and 
cannot be repaired, or I have recycled it to another family through our local yahoo 
freecycle group.

Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Beyond Earth Hour Writing Challenge :
Sponsored by Nikko Palmario 

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Don't twist the words of God, my friend,
To suit your current leanings.
Don't rearrange and fashion them,
To give them certain meanings.

Don't take the Book He gave to us,
For clear, incise instruction,
And mold the words to suit yourself,
And draw your own conclusions.

You can't change the mind of God, my dear,
By rearranging phrases.
What He said remains steadfast,
Dispite the current phases.

We must abide within His laws,
They will not bend to suit us;
For God says what He means to say,
He will not just excuse us;

For if we dare to change one word,
One single line becloud,
The Book of Revelation warns,
His curse will be profound.

          Revelation 22:18-19

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In spring began the resurrection of 
My faith and body, psyche, and my mind;
Again from God above I had found love--
I never dreamed that life could be so kind.

The summer was my adolescent time
When I discovered lust for someone else.
It was quite innocent and so sublime
Yet much of it was guided by impulse...

When autumn came, my years were waning then;
I knew my time on earth would be cut short.
I realized that I would die, but when?
Would I face God in His judicial court?

In winter they lay me in my own tomb;
Unpleasantness had taken its harsh toll.
My soul returned within its doom and gloom;
I needed once again to be made whole.

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Portrait of a Man

I see a picture painted of a kneeling man of prayer
The face of strength is beaten down with tears
Resembling the man I heard commands the very wind
And calms the tempest seas without fear

I see a man who walks on water and drives the spirits out 
With power and God’s own authority
But then I see him heal the sick and hear words of compassion
As he gently holds a child on his knee

Who is this man of sorrow, crying out with tears of blood? 
Willingly he drinks the cup of death
What holds him there upon that tree? Could it be his endless love
For those of us who daily fail the test? 

Never have I touched the hands that gave that I might live
His spirit freed that tragic 'Good' Friday
Ever do I long to know the One who can forgive
We who drove the nails and walked away

                                                                 ~Christopher Thor Britt

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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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Sign Language for Love

I got a sweet text yesterday
That brought a tear to my eye
It was from my 18 year old
And it almost made me cry

She somehow had remembered
Everytime she’d perform up front
The violin or some school play
For our faces her eyes would hunt

And when she would spot us out there
I’d make sure I would catch her eye
Then I’d quickly sign, “I love you”
Giving her courage to really try

As I stared down at my phone
I thanked God for this daughter of mine
How after all of these years  
She remembered that little sign

As a parent I’ve made mistakes
Done some things I wish I'd forget
Now that she is so far from home
My heart just fills up with regret

But in her message short and sweet
There was love written in each line
I thank God that He’s gifted me
With a precious daughter so fine.

Parents, the small things that you do
May not seem like such a big deal
But when each sign bears your love
Your child’s heart you’re sure to steal

When the years have all sped away
And you remember that sweet smile
I hope a text will assure you
That each effort has been worthwhile

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Fatality Of Fear

How fatal when we let fear win
We destroy what we could have been
God's plan no more for we're in sin
But Jesus is here and Love's gonna win!

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The ides of March are upon us.
The air is crisp and cold,
 And I set out with my two dogs,
To see what the night enfolds.

I love my nightly walks with them,
Just me and God and them.
It's how I set my heart to rest.
It soothes me once again.

My walks with them do calm me,
They soothe and heal my spirit.
This time with Him is like a balm,
Against the things that sear it.

The air is cold and sweet tonight,
It's overcast and dark.
No stars bejewel the sky this night,
As we walk through the park.

The night bird's call is sweet tonight,
Upon my weary ear.
I look for him in vain, I know,
For he will not appear.

Here and there are sparkles,
By my feet amid the grass,
Like fairies flitting to and fro,
Twinkling as we pass.

His touch is everywhere it seems,
We only have to look.
His promise never to forsake,
Is written in The Book.

There is one thing only,
That our God just cannot do,
He cannot lie, for He is Truth.
He's here, I tell you true.

Thus reassured I start for home,
My heart no longer heavy.
My step is light for He is here,
To lift my tax and levy.

"Faint not, for I am here for you."
He speaks to my lonely spirit.
I just have to take the time,
And listen so I'll hear it.

He's here for me, I know He is,
And He will never leave.
I just have to do my part,
So there's no need to grieve.

The road is long and rough, I know,
It's filled with twists and turns,
But if I lift my hands to Him,
My spirit soon returns;

For He will catch me up to Him,
In His strong arms I'm safe.
My Father's here, no need to fear,
I'm covered by His Grace.

                                                                                                         Psalm 46:10-11

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Vietnam's Broken Souls

Surviving war can break a soul
Leave deep inside a jagged hole
Workings of a mind pay its toll
Getting through today our furthest goal

They called you at that early age
Nothing really more than boys
Thought you were invincible at that stage
But M16's became your toys

When those of you who did survive
Got back to this land of the free
You were barely more than alive
But spat on by people like we

Work for you was hard to find
Seen through eyes as though were blind
Said no heroes welcome awaited us
Just a lonely ride on a quiet bus

Asked were we right or were we wrong
To with these acts go along
In this place did we belong
*Thoughts invaded by a trumpets song

Too many questions without answers it seems
Hope for happiness towards negative leans
Blood and anguish fill your dreams
You wonder what this torment means

Was God there and could He see
Things suffered both by you and me
If so how could He possibly be
A God of love for answers you plea

If He did and feels your pain
Then He knows at His feet you've lain
This broken soul in which you no longer believe
It's future now in His hands you leave

So many hurt so many dead
So many things left unsaid
Did they realize or even care
Their fear and pain you always share

And if you could you would go
To where they are and they would know
That every day that you have had
You remember them all and through the bad

You'd say your memories are here with me
And each of you I long to see
Where ever it is that you may be
I pray your souls are resting peacefully

When you're gone and leave this land
I know you'll search for your brothers and
Eagerly reach out your battered hand
Beside them forever stand

*Enemy blew trumpet before attacking

©Donna Jones

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Like naughty kids return to mother’s love  -
One moment without it they are in desperate sway;
Like divers finding air is good to breathe above  -
If we forget, it doesn’t mean it goes away.

In our soul’s darkness we seek something
Which already surrounds, is always rock steady.
God is everywhere, permeates our being -
How could God not be here already?

We seek not God, but the way out of our darkness 
To find again that God is loving kindness. 

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Your word oh God is like unto a lamp
that guides the footsteps of your flock
inscribed upon their hearts like a stamp
and the path of the master they stalk

On the road to Mount Zion they walk
and the gifts they bring you in praise
about their redeemer and King they talk
and his banner is the one that they raise

Their garments resemble the spirit of light
and crowns of radiance upon their head
wield the Word of Truth do they fight
with principalities the earth will shed

Against the rulers of darkness they stand
the fallen sons of God and their wiles
they hold the shield of faith in their hand
to defend against that which defiles

They wrestle not with flesh and blood
against the strongholds of darkness they wield
with the gospel of peace are their feet shod
and the sword of the spirit in the field

They fight against those who mankind would harm
the war is not with weapons of steel
they have gone forth to sound the alarm
to flee from the gods where the fallen do kneel

The knowledge of God teaches love and truth
and tender thoughts of understanding
so many minds acquired hatred in youth
and with the armies of Demons are banding

To understand God his Word you must know
discerning the powers that rule in his stead
the Word who is master the truth will you show
least on the wrong path you be led

The sword of the spirit is the Word of Truth
God does not torture or rape
The Demons are ones who with war do sooth
and the face of this world shape

sources IICor. 10:3-6 Eph. 6:10-17
Mark 13:2 II Tim 3:1-5 
Apocalypse 11:18 , chptr 19

COPYRIGHT © all rights reserved
2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Some people use poetry to say ugly things;
Write filth and then call it art.
They expose all the sludge their mind can concoct,
And they think that this makes them look smart.

They think they're so cool, so with it, so smart,
Such worldly sophisticates,
When in truth they're telling all the world,
That they're base, depraved, mis-fits.

They expose the true nature of their way of life.
They think that this makes them so free.
They cannot see that they've sold their souls,
And they're slaves to debauchery.

For certain sex is a large part of life,
And holds an important spot;
But it's only one part and you haven't got much,
If in truth that's all that you've got.

Who really cares what you did last night;
Or who it was you did it with;
And for you to spread it abroad to all,
Cheapens and makes it no gift.

There is so much beauty and fun in this world,
And it's all there to taste and to savor.
How boring to live in a candy store,
And never taste more than one flavor.

People make fun of animals because they are so natural about their life and so unashamed,
but they are the only ones who have not sullied what God meant as a blessing.
They are the only ones who have remained just as God intended them to be.
We on the other hand destroy or dirty everything we touch and turn God's most intimate blessings into a dirty joke.It sure makes me tired.
Can anyone explain this to me?
Kind of gives the Scripture" The meek shall inherit the earth." new meaning doesn't it.

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With Hexagonal Snowflake Sigh

I must believe in things unknown.
In them lies all my piety
If piety of I exists, 
Then there is where its fair-head lies

With tentacles stretched out to catch
All snowflakes made by God's design:
Each geometric flake reveals
A message carved by God to I;

If these be words of arrogance
Then arrogant I will remain
To nurture and solidify
God's empathetic notes to I

Read quickly if you even try
For snowflakes signed by God will die;
With hexagonal snowflake sigh
They melt away God's notes to I.

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Living Word

A map marking the way to live,
a light guiding me on the road;
until the day my King returns,
a friend helping me bear the load.

God's Word lives, speaking across time,
reaching down the centuries to me,
lifting me up, holding me near,
addressing all life's problems perfectly.

Written in the Spirit's ink,
unfaded by the years of time,
I trace God's unfailing grace,
redemption red, through every line.

October 8, 2014

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GOD CRAM IT by Poefree

                                      GOD CRAM IT

Isn’t it ironic that every time you think God has let up on you for a while
He steals your most cherished item or lover along with a rented smile
At exactly the point you know that hope is a thing of the past for you
God sneaks up and grants something too good to  be true

And see, that’s my  point, it seems so good that it can’t be real
And only forty-seven angels in Heaven know the way I feel
But based on past experience and what I’ve been through
Ain’t nothing new about him blessing me with you

But as love doubled, tripled and exponentially increased
God kicks me in the ass and says “sorry, that lover was just leased”
He adds a remark like “and I won’t let her, by you, ever again to be rented
S**t, talk about all the stuph God has done that I have resented

So ironic as it seems this is all the God given truth, I know
And I can tell you in exquisite detail just where your Lord and you can go
You are just the latest lady to jump in and out of my life of late
And I understand, your God told me that when I purchase you there ins’t any rebate
    © 2010.….Poefree

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I met a man the other day,
His clothing was so fine,
His smile was quite infectious,
And his manner warm and kind.

He said that he had been to schools,
Of great import and stature.
He said he'd studied all the laws,
Of Mankind and of Nature.

He spoke as though he knew for sure,
The destiny of Man;
But then he said to my dismay,
"There is no God or plan."

He said his schools had taught him that,
There is but one conclusion,
The law of all creation just,
Goes back to evolution.

I thank my God in Heaven now,
That I was lowly born,
And never went away to school,
And learned to laugh and scorn,

The One who always loved me most,
And gave me all I need.
Lord, let me stay the way I am,
That I may never lead,

The kind of life,
This man has lived,
And share his destiny.

                                                                              Matthew 10:32

                         "THE WORLD'S SIN IS UNBELIEF IN ME."
                                                                               John 16:9

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My Christmas Tree

O Christmas Tree!O Christmas Tree!
Thy light  illuminates the room;
O Christmas Tree!O Christmas Tree!
Thy light  illuminates the room;
Not only sparks during the night,
But also when the Sun gives light,
O Christmas Tree!O Christmas Tree!
Thy light  illuminates the room.

O Christmas Tree!O Christmas Tree!
Much joy I have when my heart`s free,
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Much joy I have when my heart`s free,
How delightful to feel so glee,
when I gaze at my Christmas tree;
O Christmas Tree!O Christmas Tree!
Much joy I have when my heart`s free.

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy green leaves glitter in the night,
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy green leaves glitter in the night;
From base to apex;pretty  view,
This display of splendor,still new,
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy green leaves glitter in the night.

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
How rarely endowed God made thee!
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
How rarely endowed God made thee!
Death of Christ on tree has free me,
This! angels are  happy to  see,
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
How rarely endowed God made thee!

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free cee


The things God makes happen to me are consistently bad
And I constantly wish that his screwing me is only a passing fad
But alas the things that happen constantly are difficult to bear
It’s akin to God once again shoving something sharp up my rear

You simply won’t believe what occurred for me today
It’s now August and this hasn’t happened since two years from last May
It’s not something I ever expect nor do I even try to pray for
And it was something amazing I didn’t even have to pay for

I would pray for something like this happening but my prayers are all in vain
And usually the only thing that occurs is I garner a wretchedly new pain
So I have to figure that either God is deaf or he doesn’t give a good god-damn
It’s as if God is a Judas goat while I am but a lemming type lamb

I woke up at the birth of this new dawn with no high expectations
I awoke and was still one of God’s most neediest creations
So this thing happened to me and it left me egregiously aghast
Because the proof of God’s denials is imbedded deeply in my past

The alarm woke me but I hit the snooze button for ten more minutes of sleep
And in two minutes I fell back asleep but not nearly so deep
The alarmingly loud alarm went off for the second time this morn
As I once again cursed the damnable day when I had been born

I hurriedly consumed a small breakfast yet I deemed it a feast
And what happened for me was astonishing to say the very least
It was so amazing that I almost fainted right whereupon I stood
And without being specific suffice it to say God finally sent me something good!
           © 2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~

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Meet God In The Garden

Come meet God in the garden,
as His fragrance fills the air.
In the beauty of the flowers,
you will feel His presence there.

As you meet God in the garden,
at your favorite time of day,
in the tranquil peace and solitude,
you will want to stay and pray.

Come meet God in the garden,
and share your cares with Him.
He'll lift the burdens that you carry,
when you leave them all with Him.

Meet God in His garden,
His love refreshes like the dew.
And the lovely Rose of Sharon,
will walk along with you.

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The Faithful

We swim in the fountain spring,
Hear the harmonious choir sing,
His radiant face ne'er grows dim,
In the fountain spring, we swim.

We ascend to a mountain peak,
With his rod and his sheep,
Gravity seems to suspend,
To a mountain peak, we ascend.

We leap into a tall haystack,
Freefall and don't look back,
Sit among tares and wheat,
Into a haystack, we leap.

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Know the Desires of My Heart

Life lessons learned through experience
In an undesired fashion
Learning to give up worldly ways
To obtain a Godly passion

My hearts desire was fulfilled
For only a short amount of time
Only after did I notice not all is good
And worldly gain loses its prime

My soul cries out for comfort
Down my face tears graze
All along I should've searched for the One
By Trusting, Worshiping, and Praise

My heart should be so full of joy
And passion for my Savior
That when a man comes into my life
I know it's God doing me a favor

I pray for strength daily
Strength to know my worth and judge not
For the only way to true happiness
Is to seek what Jesus sought

So I ask for God to motivate me
To teach me patience, understand my thoughts
With time I'll know to appreciate unanswered prayers
Instead of examining the 'it oughts"

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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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God has given Man so much,
The world and all it's wonders,
And only asks we keep in touch,
And He'll heal all our blunders.

First He made the firmament,
Then He made the earth,
Filling it with beauty,
And all things of real worth;

Then from the earth He took some dust,
Enough to fill His hand,
And from the dust, in love and joy,
He fashioned the first man.

From the mouth of God, Almighty,
The man took his first breath,
And God said,"Cleave ye just to Me,
And never know ye death."

God bestowed upon the man,
All kinds of gifts and favors.
All that's good upon the earth,
Were his to have and savor.

Then Satan came onto the scene,
Envying our God,
Not satisfied with his estate,
He wanted to be God.

Throughout the centuries he's labored,
Deceiving all Mankind,
Trying to convince us,
It's time to change our mind.

The only way God can be hurt,
Is to steal the thing He loves,
And so he tries to take the man,
God bought back with His Blood;

For Man did stray a little while,
Deceived by the King of Thieves,
But Jesus came to buy us back,
And He's bringing in the sheaves.

The devil knows the time grows short,
So he's stepped up the pace.
Don't believe his lies this time,
Your life lies in God's Grace.

                                                            Ephesians 6:10-13

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God Always Has Eyes

One thing I most certainly know is God always has eyes,
No one you speak to is hidden even when under disguise,
Make sure you pick the right ones to converse with and too,
Or he will make sure that you remain with them like is due.

One thing you should always know is God always has eyes,
Knows all your thoughts and can see through written lies,
Please think ahead now for signs have shown end times,
Don't wish to be left along with their blasphemy and crimes.

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Finding God

Many of us do search for the truth of God
We search for him everywhere, in temples and churches
We even try to make Him come to us by chanting more than one bead
Readily we shall follow those who do hold his name as preachers!

Yet, God is not to be found thus
Subtle are indeed His ways
After all, He did make for us, sunny days
So, if you do search for him, you shall find him in all aptness

God does show Himself to those who love Him truly
Those who do yearn and pine for Him
Those who are ready to sacrifice everything for him readily
Those who without Him, have their eyes always full with tears to their brim

Shall you be given the option, between the real and the unreal
Shall you be able to pass the test, so terrible
Pray tell me, if you do search for God
You have to yearn with your heart, only then you shall be heard!

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I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.

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The Narrow Way

For Catie's "Road Less Traveled" contest

I didn’t have to search for him.
He was there within the room
when I took my first breath of fresh air
upon leaving Mother’s womb.

For nine long months she’d carried me
to the little church on Sunday,
where she listened to the gospel words
which were not forgotten Monday.

My whole childhood was one of love
and learning of God with wonder.
A bond was forged so fast with Him
it could not go asunder.

I went to a little country school.
The teacher started our day with prayer.
There were no laws then that would forbid 
her true love of God to share.

There have been many precious people
who have been glad to show the way.
Guided by love with every step
there has been no need to stray.

“For God so loved the world he gave
His only begotten son
that for whomsoever believes in him
eternal life is won".

The Bible verses are still there,
upon which I have based my life.
Reading His word led me to be
a better mother and wife.

Mathew, Mark, Luke and John
St. Paul and many others
have written the story for all of us.
It’s retold by fathers and mothers.

By Joyce Johnson 4/19/11   Won 6th place

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It's okay to pray;
Do so everyday.
Believe in what you say,
And your life will be changed.

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Dark Of Night

Dark of Night
In the dark of night I awaken
the nightmare comes again
In a cold sweat, head and heart racing
I know it will stop, but when?

my Brother! I scream out loud
oh God, he needs to be healed
found him with a gun in his mouth
suicide-it’s the real deal

again it must be the family curse
as for brothers-he’s number four
with three dead of booze and pills I didn’t think It could get worse
 like their dying is settling some score

he didn’t show any fear
even when the gun went CLICK!
he was calm and his intention was clear
like in a scene from some movie clip

In an instant he would have be gone
and blood splattered all over the place
 I’d be tormented by what went wrong
each time I remembered his face

locked away in a place he can’t get away from
he’s struggling, he says he’s had enough
battered and weathered by a violent storm
wading through it is going to be tough

at 55, he almost died by his hand
God spared my brothers’ life
but he’s still a broken, suffering man
who cries in the dark of night

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summer time thrill

Rain is so refreshing.
on a real hot summer day.
I like to dance and sing.
all my cares away.

I splash and I splish.
and I jump and I run.
I pretend I'm a fish.
It 's great summer fun.

mud is dripping from my feet.
my clothes are saturated.
playing in the rain is such a treat.
That I am glad that God made it.

When the rain has ended
and the air is cooler and still.
I thank God cause he sended
me a great summer time thrill.

Written by Treasa Jarvis 7/16/2011
contest: Best rain poem

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All that does encompass bespeaks wonder in everything
bubbling brooks and waterfalls does your glory ring
terrestrial and celestial ever fill our eyes with seeing
how can not it's splendor not fill our very being
raindrops in waters with their rippling wake
and mesmerize our souls does the rushing make
gentle breezes lifting dappled leaves in dance
and some say it all came about by chance
How does this effusion elude a single man
when everywhere one turns it's radiance does stand
Nebula and quasar adorns a cloaking sky
and some choose to call the truth a lie
How lofty and profound in it's depth designed
everywhere one turns does God's eminence remind
lavender and magenta do our roses wear
magnificent in color in tended gardens care
In florescent rainbows are a peacocks feathers
multi patterned flowers among the blooming heathers
many hues of blue stretch across the sky
changing shades of azure of the seas close by
In Africa's dense jungle ring tailed lemurs leap
Asia's tarsier in the day does sleep
the giant and red panda in bamboo forests eat
meerkats make their manor underground to keep
Springbok and Okapi migrate within the land
camels and dromedary travel in the sand
kingfishers underwater dives yet he cannot swim
the hoopoe within Europe summers on a limb
Golden plovers and sandpipers do the beaches run
in every nation some great cat naps beneath the sun
the ruby topaz hummingbird and bird of paradise
the chameleon changes turf and puts on his disguise
Through filtered teeth of whales krill don't stand a chance
and so many speculate it's all just circumstance
At the poles do penguins nest upon the ice
beneath the oceans surface unnamed fish do slice
Everywhere in universe within it's laws do move
meticulous and intricate does creation prove
change the axis of the earth and life would not exist
no missing links have been found and yet the lie persist
The precision of it's interface keeps universe intact
so cohesive is the pattern in every little fact
why is mans reason out of line with the universe
turned his mind away from God just before the curse
To his change the animals haven't been unblind
fear of man and his hand knowing he's not kind
mankind lost respect for law and for himself
focus is on surface and not aware of Satan's stealth
Melodious is the speech of birds outside of our homes
the cacophony of nature with it's many tones
explosive is the energy if the atoms split
the power to enclose it will so few admit
Mankind's exploration isn't nearly done
infinity a subject for learning yet to come
we've barely scratched the surface of mathematics sum
to it's fascination have so many become numb
To winds and tides of doctrines do so many move
who will ask the questions and arguments so prove
the laws that governs universe are so well defined
but the souls that live on earth are of double mind
God has stretched the heavens with a movement of his hand
futility against his knowledge cannot a man to stand
wisdom she does cry and her voice puts forth
to examine natural things and upon your course
Listen not to instruction upon whose path you err
take away it will the life you hope to share
Life itself is precious do not you throw away
if you follow fallen man away from life you'll stray
The cry of the cricket do you understand
there is speech in everything that lives within the land
do you think a crocodile you will ever tame
and things undiscovered we have yet to name
How little understanding exists within man's mind
to exult himself against God's knowledge is he blind
before Jah's understanding mankind's is so weak
why from another man should you your answers seek
Bow your will before him lift your voice in praise
take in his instruction if want you length of days
Consider what you are and what you may become
in beginning were created just like God's own Son
sources Psalms and Proverbs and Ecclesiastes
COPYRIGHT © 2009 Duboff Law Group LLC

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Water rushes past my face 
 Coolness and chills sink in 
Goosebumps pop and hair raises
 On this brand new skin 
The warmth of the breeze hits me
I feel it's breath, it's near 
Passes by my shoulders 
Hits me in my ears 
 Sun reflects off the ripples
 It blinds me, hits my eyes 
Orbs and halos fill my vision
When I look up to the sky 
 I sometimes gulp the water 
Salt dissolves on my tongue
The crystals dance inside my mouth 
To a song I've never sung
 I lie in the caressing water 
I lie there carelessly 
Floating to a good place 
That God has meant for me

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Little Patches Of Beauty

Plant a garden by the roadside,
so passerby's can see,
the beauty of the flowers
you have planted there for me.

"Me" meaning all of us,
who do not have a yard,
and appreciate the beauty
displayed in your front yard.

The beauty of bright flowers
are like a balm to me.
As if God's smiling face is there
for passerby's to see.

Flowers soothe the spirit,
and help the heart expand,
when I see little patches of beauty,
all over God's good land.

Those flowers in the sunlight,
their colors bright and gay,
are treasures I'll behold,
when again, I walk your way.

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Jesus and I

He is the great creator.
The world's protector.
The life changer.
The love provider.

I, one of His creations.
Beneficiary of his protection.
One whom He changed the situation.
One who witnesses His great affection.

He who suffered for others.
He who is the son of our Father.
He who makes us to be together.
He who helps us forever.

I who receive His salvation.
I who is part of His legion.
I who is lucky to be with His companion.
I who will always make Him an inspiration.

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FREE CEE there is a law to pick up your fog's crap


Pray tell
The answer fell ostensibly and sensibly into my metaphorically little lap
It’s as if I’ve been in a stupor
for I now realize that this planet Earth is akin to a cataclysmic-ally large clump of crap
And God has a god-damned super sized pooper-scooper
While small pieces of the sh*t fall off by the thousands a day
Those castoffs are called people who die
Due to the maniacal, menacing and mindless men who are called upon to lie
So along comes God with his disproportionately large pooper-scooper
And His implement is imprinted with the impertinent words, “The End”
So the omnipotent omnivore obviates oblivion
An omnivore because God will eat almost anything
But for the sh*tty remains of lives once lived that end up the poop in His pooper-scooper
Besides, the poop looks too much like pudding or jello
when say hello when they really mean good bye
And everyone knows that God doesn’t care for pudding…….
Jello is more is style
because it resembles stuph that comes out like bile

At the end of the Holy Bible are scribed
“The End”
For instance the end that came yesterday at four o’clock P.M. with the death of my dear friend
He was scraped off the bottom of this clump of crap we call Earth
Perhaps now he is headed for the reward of rebirth
Or the curse of it
Because God knows there’s a lot of soul scorching sadness to this sh*t

But wait….
Based upon my realization is the supposition and recognition that my friend was just a fragment of the earth’s sh*t
and I don’t dig it even a little bit
So let me revise my theorem with a serum of sense combined with sanity and say
Between my Heavenly Father and I exists a gargantuan gap
So my new theory is that God Himself is a clump of crap
                                                  © 2008… cee!

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Devil's Emprisonment

Smearing live cells, with those of the dead
As fires rage higher within,
Hold up a hand to cover your eyes
Lest your soul be scarred by sin.

We shovel the dead, two at a time
To their first installment of hell,
As flames tear hungrily through their body
Their charred souls are left to dwell.

You can hear them screeching as doors close
Engulfing their corpses in flames,
Clawing for the chance of salvation
These iron walls echo their pain.

When all is done, I stand for a while
Fearing to touch hundreds of lives,
They echo to me remorseful despair
For soldiers who fed them lies.

My mind gone blank, I see no more
Whilst dark ashes bleed in the room,
Out of this portal their ruins do rush
To warn the blind of their doom.

I breathe it in, a cloud of cinders
They scramble to get in my lungs,
For I am the slayer of my own
Let the devils scrape out my tongue.

Time only waits so long, my friend
His razor claws beckons round the bend
I now know too much, the demons shall send
And this incarceration is too my end.

*This was a poem created by a promt word CREMATORIUM, and as I tend to write in darkness,
I chose to write about perhaps the biggest known crematorium, used to burn millions in
Nazi camps. Now my knowledge is not completely sound, but I recall from my history lessons
that the final cruelty towards their victims [Jewish in particular] was to burn their
bodies. This meant no Jewish prisoner could be reunited with God in their community nor
their loved one's eyes, as they believe a body is needed for God to find and welcome them.
The Nazi's used prisoners to help "sweep up" the remains, until the prisoners began to see
too much and they then killed them as well, although obviously evidence was leaked out and
this is why we know today. This poem is written in the POV of a prisoner, i know it is
extremely unlikely they were made to actually burn the bodies, but it fitted better. Sorry
if I offend anyone with this and thank you for reading.*

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this will not only get me into hell for writing it but you will go to hell just for reading it


There are certain ramifications
Well God can ram those ramifications up his ass
There are certain limitations
Well God can take them all and f*ck Judas as if he were a lass

It’s not as if I’m pissed off at the Lord or anything
But I don’t really appreciate His pissing on me repeatedly
I’ve warded off His warrants but lived to feel His holy sting
Yet I consider praying hypocritically while hating Him heatedly

The Bible babbles on about boundaries, borders and confines
Limits set by tablets of The Ten Commandments thou shall not disobey
To me it’s all restrictions and margins that total bullsh*t defines
And a heathen like me swears “no” when obliged to obediently pray

There are certain implications, results, effects and consequences
And so many guidelines which must righteously come to pass
There are grounds and areas I battle on with no viable defenses
And that’s why God can f*ck Jesus right up His righteous ass
               © 2012….copyright...PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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From Hurt To Healing

When others hurt you verbally
and the arrows pierce your heart,
do not act in anger,
nor toss your fire-filled darts.

Pause instead and take a breath,
and let God's Spirit in.
Respond in love, then turn away,
and don't let Satan win.

Each time your suffer
in the name of the Lord,
be comforted in knowing
He has your reward.

He'll bind up your wounds.
He'll give you strength for the day,
when you trust in His Word,
and walk in His way.

Remember God's promise:
"I will never leave you,
nor forsake you."( Heb. 13:5)

God's healing balm is always there,
when you turn to Him in faith and prayer.


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from antiquity of the Peruvian Inca mountains
'til today's unsheathed bladed Java buttons clicking
the numbers add up to incessant discounting counting
to sacrifice our own graven image sown sickening

if she floats - she's a witch and frankly must die
if she sinks, well, obviously she's sufficiently pious
when down on the bottom, we can't hear her cries
of sacrifice, still, very little can get by us

filed and defiled is all the better all the while
as the former digits click off of our palms
fingers and toes, complete legs fall away, as do 
whole heads mounting kill count without qualms

virgin girls, citizen children, soldiers of play
their sacrifice is for civilization after all
us, uh, i mean the gods, won't have it any other way
they must have their place on our wailing wall

the altar so sacred, so blood red royal
C-4 strapped around plain white-robed torso
from handlers who assure they have the will of God
sending heavenward, pink clouded supplication - more so

for the sacrifice of the body than of the soul
robed theocratic surgeons who cut off our noses
in a perceived attempt to maintain their control
of those around them that might be opposed to

notions that they need not explain themselves,
or that God demands carnage for reasons unknown,
that their actions should beget peace in our time
that they shan't pick up, to cast, the first stone

that we all could be better humans I suppose
if we sacrificed our pride, instead of our fear
if we worked hard not to be taken for a ride by
admitting things aren't what they might first appear

dunno, but if there is a god for us to pray to
then maybe we could pray to not be preyed upon
and sacrificed for that bloody old world view
time to cook up some whorled peas - and move on

© Goode Guy 2012-08-02

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Fact that there are three divine persons
One Eternal God is a mystery
We only know through Father Christ
Eternal God is Trinitarian


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Hope you find all you desire, 
In your world filled with denial
Before you grow you must plant a seed
And that requires trial

Effort means little when you simply speak
It's actions you must prove
Amazing how different things can happen
Once you actually move

I'm taking this situation to heart, 
And letting God mold my fear, 
Before it was to lose you,
and now to God my worries veer

Our struggles may appear alike,
But one thing you must consider
At the end of the day I have the Lord
And you continue to grow bitter

You can't hide your problems, can't ignore your thoughts
For each of us has our vice
Covering the issue up under the rug
Will only create the same mistake, twice

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Spring Blessings

Such lovely things are part of spring, Each greening, borning, blooming thing. A pansy face, a new made nest, In spring God sends his very best. How can one see and yet not know, It's God who makes the springtime show; Yellow chicklings, downy ducklings, All new growings, all new sucklings? Kitten and puppy, foal and lamb, Each one is sent by the great I Am. In the worst of winter's fury, Spring is coming, not to worry. God shows his love to us in spring With all new things to make hearts sing. He fills our needs to keep us whole, Topped off with spring, to feed the soul. Won a 3rd in contest

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I'm a man who goes through time
by toasting away the present.
I'll neither wine or dine
unless I'm seen a peasant.

I'll raise my glass to health:
to fortune and good faith.
I'll cherish those with laughter
who love me without scathe.

I'll heed a joyful dancer
who floats my spirit close.
And thank the God above
for grace in greater dose.

To bed I'll say my prayers.
The futures in my hands.
...but thanks goes to the lord
who includes me in his plans.

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For All My Life

You're the something different in me
That just can’t be explained
And the comfort that I cling to
When the world is pouring rain

You're the the music in my laughter
And You healed my eyes to see
You’re the gentleness that’s in my soul
You're all that's good in me

You were there with me when life began
And You've held me when life ends
You remember every bedtime prayer
You are my first best friend
You've dried so many tears
With all the things that I've been through
And chased them with such cheerful laughs
Because You knew I'd need those too

And we’ve gone past second chances
About a million times ago
You have always been my champion
You never let me go

You've pulled me safe through things
I didn't know I could survive
And somehow used them for your glory
When I'm on the other side

You’ve shown me grace in portions 
That I surely don’t deserve
And you've kept every promise
In every letter of your word

I’ve never been alone a moment,
Because with me is where you are...
And I will love no one like you for all my life

You will always be my first love
Because I don't deserve You
But You loved me anyway

I will love no one like You for all my life

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A Christian believes without seeing
A Churchian sees without believing
For faith brings dreams into being
But fear is your death conceiving

A Christian does not judge anyone
A Churchian gladly defines your sin
For God will judge all under the sun
None but He will be God then

A Christian follows rules out of love
A Churchian follows the love to rule
For humbly we will serve Him above
But if you serve self, you serve a fool

A Christian desires purity from above
A Churchian desires to be worldly cool
For a pure heart can be used for love
But love in darkness is a broken tool

A Christian repents and is forgiven
A Churchian compromises and justifies
For repentance, mercy is gently given
But sin is sin no matter what disguise

How long oh Lord before we can see
The differences that separate the two
For Lord, I know I can either of these be
So, Lord all I want is to be more like you!

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Whom we believe

What we believe is important Even more important is the One in whom we believe Father Christ started Catholic or Roman Catholic Be careful with whom started what you believe 4102013

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Do Not Be Anxious

Be anxious for nothing,
Instead you should pray.
Tell God all your problems,
Turn to Him right away.

And don't forget to thank Him,
For every little thing.
Being grateful is a virtue,
That God holds in high esteem.

12/23/11   Philippians 4:6 "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God."

For John Freeman's Faith Verses Contest.

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Some people say that God's a myth,
They don't believe He's there.
Others say that if He is ,
Then He just doesn't care.

They look at all the suffering,
Throughout the world around us.
Sickness, pain, starvation, war,
It fills them with disgust,

To think that there are those of us,
Who love Him and believe,
That The Almighty Father God,
Won't leave us here bereaved.

They want to blame it all on Him,
Though they don't think He's there;
But if He does not exist,
Why do they rail and swear?

Why hate someone who isn't there,
Who does not exist?
Why waste their time and energy,
And rave and shake their fists,

Just because we love our God,
Who is a God of love;
A God who is not filled with hate,
Who doesn't push and shove.

Other people worship gods,
That they must serve in fear.
Gods who threaten certain death,
For those who fail to clear,

The hurdles set before them,
By their arduous task master;
But people think them cool because,
They're different from The Master;

He who created all things good,
Surrounded us with beauty,
And gave us total freedom
To choose to do our duty.

If my God does not exist,
I've not wasted your time.
Don't take away my freedom,
By making it a crime,

To love my God as you love yours,
For we all serve a master.
I serve a God who loves me back,
Gives peace amid disaster.

I do not have to serve Him,
In fear and trembling,
And I'm here to tell you,
Such love is humbling.

You don't believe because you can't,
Or you just don't want to.
You have your rights and I have mine,
I won't lose Him just for you.

                                          Judy Ball

Let's not elect a President to the White  House that will make religious freedom a crime.

For Frank H.'s Contest "What I Believe Is Worth Fighting For"

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Silent Words Are Useless

I’ve got my opinions as any other;
Hopefully, I’ll be clear and you’ll understand
that our silent words are useless –
For the trees will willingly clap their hands.

The one true God spoke into existence
the birds, fishes, plants, mammals, Earth 
and all forms of life, including...
Humble beginnings of Mankind's birth.

The sound of our individual voices
is something that God covets and enjoys;
He wants our unadulterated praise verbalized
with heartfelt, cheerful, and celebratory noise.

Our real outward expressions of faith
for acknowledging His holy ways
can only be accomplished via…
Sincere, loving and audible praise.

So open your mouth during Church worship
and praise Him without doubt!
For your silent words are useless -
Causing even the rocks… to cry out.

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To Mix Trends With Creativity to Bring Prophecy

Ah I love being creative and having some wit to bring people to my blog,
These little holidays are causing so many views for my site stats to log,
I am creative and just so full of wit to bring others prophecy to see,
I know many will be woken because of this sly intelligence inside of me,

I thought to mix trends with my creative, artsy and poetic little side,
To bring others to the gospel and join the holy spirit  God ride,
This is not vanity but only telling you I had a sly and little plan,
To use the trends to bring people to God as fast as I possibly can.

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Preserve Mother Nature, with Love

Mother Earth in beauty shows the fruits of her fullness.
Interwoven destiny amid the living and the dead.
As God designed, she wastes not, each atom a success.
The future lies within man’s hands and death upon his head.

Replenishment was the Creator’s plan and his first command.
Mother Earth has done her part, autonomously from the start.
Man, since then, enjoyed the mirth and bounty of her land.
Avarice and intellect gone astray, disastrous results impart.

Man has capacity for conservation, compassion, and greed, 
Intellectual choices he makes can build or destroy.
It is with preservation mankind must proceed.
Reuse and recycling must, today, be man’s main employ.

Cricket sounds and chirping birds lull the weary heart.
Dawn and dusk paint the skies, exquisiteness from above.
And so it was from the start, her beauty God did impart.
Let us all together work; let’s preserve Mother Nature, with love.

© May 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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Time, they say, just doesn't wait,
It just moves steadily on;
And if the moment isn't siezed,
Then that moment's gone.

In many ways I guess that's true,
We can't let time just pass;
But spend it wisely and acrue,
The things that really last.

All life is precious, it's a gift,
That can't be taken lightly.
Each and every creature,
Like a jewel shining brightly.

Appreciate each one you see,
For what it really is,
A living thing that God has made,
For nothing man-made lives.

If you cannot give back that life,
Then you've no right to take it.
God didn't put it here for you,
Just to watch you waste it.

God loves each thing that He made,
Wants us to love them too.
Appreciate what He has done,
And show you love Him too.

Take from this world just what you need,
And leave the rest for others.
You aren't the only thing He loves,
You've sisters and you've brothers.

Some things are here for us to use,
For livlihood, food and fuel;
But use it wisely, treat it kindly,
Don't waste it like a fool.

One day you'll see your time's run out,
You'll stand before the Lord;
And you'll be judged for what you've done,
You really can't afford,

To live your life as though you think,
You're some invincible king;
For when we stand before the Lord,
We don't own a thing.

                                Judy Ball

                                                                                                          Psalm 36:1-3

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Breath Of Love

Breath of Love

I have seen God's work at sunrise,
Watched the brand new day a-coming...
The soft glow of hope and wonder
Set my heart and soul a-humming.

I have listened to the music
Of his gentle birds a-singing...
It enthralled my heart with gladness,
Like bright butterflies a-winging.

I have explored his open fields,
The tall amber grains a-blowing,
Felt the glowing thrill of nature
Through my peaceful soul a-flowing.

I have watched his golden sunset
At the end of day a-gleaming,
And enjoyed the inner calmness
That set off my mind a-dreaming.

But…when I held each newborn babe,
So enraptured there a-gazing…
I felt God's greatest gift of all…
My new breath of love….a-m-a-z-i-n-g…

Contest: Breath of Love
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle

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Empty Chair

In class he was a clown,
Picking on his classsmates and doing what he wanted.
In all he was a good kid,
Very friendly and never hurt anyone here.

The last I saw him, his mother was in the hospital. 
He wanted to leave school but couldn't, he wasn't allowed.
He was only 15 years old, why did God take him too?
Too many young lives are dimenishing too fast.

All he did was attend a party that night,
Many here at Hampton High did too.
That van drove by, he was standing in target,
Several shots fired, one hit, one died.

Why him, why now, why that way?
What was the reason God wanted him so soon?
Is it better than living his life to the fullest?

In class, he has an empty chair,
No one picking on his classmates.
In all he was a good kid, very friendly,
And never hurt anyone here.

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The Master Ring

In ancient times, inside a treasure was a ring
It was known us the master ring or the ruling king
It was made of the finest pure gold
When worn it became an extension of one’s soul

It was made to control one’s thoughts and intentions
It was built to master one’s deeds and discretions
The ring always satisfies a wish
It must be a wise wish, not selfish

Once the ring is out of one’s possession
One becomes vulnerable to demonic suppression
Used selfishly it pressed painfully upon the finger
Worn frequently one becomes a spiritual figure

Our conscience is just like the master ring
It drives us to respond to our king
It directs and regulates our emotion
It is the key to a dynamic devotion

When we do act selfishly it presses against our soul
To listen to our conscience should be our ultimate goal
When we do right it gives peace within our hearts
When we obey it convicts and imparts

Now the purpose of the commandments is love from a pure heart, from a good conscience, and from a sincere faith- 1Timothy 1:5

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The Mayor of Heaven

The Binger streets are empty, The Mayor’s mansion sits alone. When God remembered Thy son, He summoned Big H home. His giving heart stopped beating, Within an April day. His memories continue on, For what he’d say. For the spirit of his giving, Was the community’s best ally. Then God requested his council, For the meetings in the sky. The golden life he lived, Was eulogized by the reverend. God promoted his giving soul, To be the Mayor of Heaven. ______________________________ In memory of Howard 'Big H' Taylor for his giving heart and warm friendship to the community of Binger Ok.

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In the middle of the universe, I stand, probing its soul

In the middle of the universe, I stand
Wondering at where does it all start, where does it all end
Science keeps coming up with its facts
Religion has its own proof, which it shows with tact

There, in the middle of it all, I stand and look at it all
It is believed that its matter does make up my soul
It is made of beauty, of stars taking birth, of planets dying
It is beauty, beauty as does seem to be the sun, setting or rising!

It is mystery as do seem the words of a Chinese poem
To a child coming from the land singing the British anthem
It is mystery as would seem the life of a seer of spirituality
To the one who does thrive in many a one mundane activity

It is magic
It is mystic
It is our essence
Yet, we understand not its cadence

In the middle of the universe, I yearn for the maker of it all
Surely, He does be, surely, He would hear my call
I am sure He is made of goodness
I am sure He fills up our consciousness

Unimaginable universe,
Seeing you now, I would never have guessed your content be so diverse
Life does thrive in you in all sorts of forms
Yet, I see not Him who can claim to be the ruler of all these kingdoms

So I choose not to keep standing in the middle of the universe
I choose to walk and probe, to love it, so that with Him, indirectly I do converse
Yes, I would love this thing of mystery
While going about with my quest, hoping someday, He shall be revealed in all clarity!

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The things God makes happen to me are consistently bad
And I constantly wish that his screwing me is only a passing fad
But alas the things that happen constantly are difficult to bear
It’s akin to God once again shoving something sharp up my rear

You simply won’t believe what occurred for me today
It’s now August and this hasn’t happened since two years from last May
It’s not something I ever expect nor do I even try to pray for
And it was something amazing I didn’t even have to pay for

I would pray for something like this happening but my prayers are all in vain
And usually the only thing that occurs is I garner a wretchedly new pain
So I have to figure that either God is deaf or he doesn’t give a good god-damn
It’s as if God is a Judas goat while I am but a lemming type lamb

I woke up at the birth of this new dawn with no high expectations
I awoke and was still one of God’s most neediest creations
So this thing happened to me and it left me egregiously aghast
Because the proof of God’s denials is imbedded deeply in my past

The alarm woke me but I hit the snooze button for ten more minutes of sleep
And in two minutes I fell back asleep but not nearly so deep
The alarmingly loud alarm went off for the second time this morn
As I once again cursed the damnable day when I had been born

I hurriedly consumed a small breakfast yet I deemed it a feast
And what happened for me was astonishing to say the very least
It was so amazing that I almost fainted right whereupon I stood
And without being specific suffice it to say God finally sent me something good!
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Twin Souls

They stood together one last time
dreading what came next,
having seen the path before them,
having written their own text.

"Being born again," she looked at him,
"is scarier than dying.
I fear the pain and illnesses,
physicality's so trying."

"And how am I to bear it,"
her green eyes filled with tears,
"knowing I'll be half a soul
for all of fifty years?"

"We must be brave and live these lives
and try to do no harm,
so that down the road we'll meet again
and you'll be in my arms."

"We must try to mend our karmas,
that's why we chose these paths,
the suffering will be worth it
for the heavenly aftermath."

"I shall always feel half-empty,
though I guess I won't know why,"
and the enormity overcame them
and they both began to cry.

"Have faith, my lambs," they heard God say,
"for the two of you are blessed,
and you' ll be reunited
once you've passed your earthly tests."

"And the glory will be heavenly
and mystical and sweet,
and you will be rewarded
when you two finally meet."

"You'll know a love that's boundless,
as you once again are whole.
Most people aren't so lucky,
to share a life with their twin soul."

So bravely they went forward
and their memories were erased,
they struggled half a century
and then came face to face.

It was just as God had promised,
and they cherished every day,
and their love-light was a beacon,
and their love-light shone the way.

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Life lessons learned the hard way
In an undesired fashion
Learning to give up worldly ways
To obtain a Godly passion

My heart's desire was fulfilled
For only a short amount of time
That's when I noticed that not all is good
And worldly influences often lose their prime

My heart should be so full of joy
And passion for my Savior
That when a man comes into my life
I know it's God doing me a favor

I pray for strength daily
Strength to know my worth and judge not
For the only way to true happiness
Is to seek what Jesus sought

My soul cries out for comfort
Down my face tears graze
All along I should've searched for the One
By trusting, worship, and praise

So I ask for God to motivate me
To understand my thoughts
With time I'll know to appreciate unanswered prayers
Instead of examining the 'it-oughts.'

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Atheism Is A Kind Of Drowning

Atheism is a kind of drowning
Gasping Hope, as gasping air
The breath I took was not of brine
But a breath of full Despair

A vessel, knowing no rust, nor wreck
Appears – from timeless Beyond
A Captain extends His hand – and shouts:
Come on! Come on!

Will you take the Captain’s hand?
And leave this roughshod sea?
Will you board His sterling craft?
To sail beautifully?

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FREE CEE to penetrate my fate


The light cannot possibly penetrate…..
Not through a curtain of horrid hate
While warring  warriors die in vain
And God knows I can’t stand their pain

The light cannot fit through a crack in the dark
Nor can it deem the delight of a lark
A bird who begets beauty when he takes unto flight
Nor can it deem a dove who dines on delight

Darkness holds the key to everything….
Even when an angel is well-pleased to sing
There is disorder in the middle of a flame 
And it’s the darkness in my brain where I place the blame

There was a sanctimonious sermon spoken on the mount
And the death of soldiers too numerous to count
Homicide holds heathens hostage today
And it doesn’t matter what the secularists   
may say

From shores of shame to a reef of grief
I have no religion, respite nor relief
The best of a beast is where the answer may dwell
As insanity insidiously intrudes upon my shameful shell

I broke a mirror today into a thousand pieces
And I’ve also broken a thousand leases
A lease on life that is ridden with lies
And my life is that which even a demon decries

So I repent for what I have been sent
And I also repent for being an ungentle gent
Every grievous set of  situations I am  granted is grounded in grief
So wake me when God grants me some kind of relief
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We all have certain attributes,
That make us who we are.
Certain things that God saw fit,
To use creating our,

Specific soul and manifest,
Our certain type of beauty,
And that's why we should realize,
That it's just not our duty,

To set about to single out,
The difference in each other.
We may not look or sound the same,
But in the soul, we're brothers.

It's not for us to think or say,
Some don't look as they should.
T'was God, Himself who crafted all,
And said that it was good.

                                       (Living Bible) 1 Peter 2:17
              (Living Bible, The Words of Jesus)  Mark 3:35

For Something Different Contest by Debbie Guzzie

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There are certain ramifications
Well God can ram those ramifications up his a*s
There are certain limitations
Well God can take them all and f*ck Jesus as if His Son were a lass

It’s not as if I’m pissed off at the Lord or anything
But I don’t really appreciate His pissing on me repeatedly
I’ve warded off his warrants but lived to feel His holy sting
Yet I defy praying hypocritically while hating Him so heatedly

The Bible babbles on about boundaries, borders and confines
Limits set by The Ten Commandments thou shall not disobey
To me it’s all restrictions and margins that total bullsh*t defines
While a heathen like me swears “no” when obliged to obediently pray

There are certain implications, results, effects and consequences
And so many guidelines which must righteously come to pass
There are grounds and areas I battle on with no viable defenses
And that’s why God can f*ck Jesus right up His righteous a*s
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devine recognition

god is a loving god i'm told -
but might not fit to be so controlled
as to only love us mind and soul
fear and loathe can not take hold

if god only wants the best for you
is what most mankind does not eschew
yet maybe it's not a crystal view
and perception of god is largely untrue

any god of our knowing is very limited
to our own feeble understanding exhibited
a divinity so constrained from infinite
can only be to our humanity attributed

what really can we know of god
does he sit above and merrily applaud
or maybe hit-n-run with quick maraud
likely unseen behind some human facade

faith in god is never truly unshaken
it wanes and waxes as our reasons awaken
we can not be faulted for being mistaken
thinking our deity has left us forsaken

so judge for yourself what you know
and accept that it just may not be so
our divine failure is not a fatal blow
but merely our humanness, so apropos

© Goode Guy 2012-11-02

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The Sanctuary Within

He said “build me a tabernacle with an offering of gold”,
This will be for my sanctuary so that all things go well,
He said “bring me an offering of the finest blue yarn”,
So I can rest with you eternally and dwell.

The tabernacle is the gold spirit that lies within,
The sanctuary is the purity of the most devoted heart,
Along with eternity of love of God comes searing pain,
The fine blue thread is the tears that play a part.

For Rick Praise's "Blue and Gold" Contest

Based on the verses in Exodus of building a sanctuary for God to rest in. I believe today the sanctuary for God to rest in is YOU. A place to put Holy Spirit.

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                                 AND GOD GAVE HIM A WOMAN

When God first made the man,
He said,"What have I done?
He just sits there alone,
He's not having much fun.

I want all of My creatures,
To enjoy their life.
I know what I'll do,
I'll create him a wife."

So God set to work,
And He put him to sleep,
And as he slumbered,
The Lord dug down deep;

From his heart at the center,
He took the first part,
"She'll be filled with emotion,
She willl be his heart;

The thing in this world,
That he loves the most,
He'll love her and keep her,
In her will he boast."

From under his arm, 
He next took a rib,
From a place in his side,
Near the lungs where it hid,

Protected from harm,
And the wind and the rain,
"He'll lean on her,
Should he come up lame;

For she is his helpmate,
Companion for him,
When he's tired or sad,
She'll comfort him."

When Adam awoke,
And saw her at his side,
He smiled as God told him,
"Here is your bride."

"She's the prettiest thing,
That I`ve ever seen,
But it`s funny you know,
Of a sudden it seems,

I can no longer stand,
So I better sit down,
She can get what I need,
It`s good she`s around.`

                                     Judy Ball

(And that`s  the way it`s been ever since)

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Why, God, won’t you bless the beleaguered such as me
Rather, You curse criminals so much like me
You, God, won’t grant rest to the weary like me
Rather you test the ones who don’t hear thee like me

I was made deafened to your vehement voice
As You chastise we, the chagrined who have no choice
We must trod on and plod unpleasant plateaus
While you, God, refuse to dance and let Satan step on our toes

You, God, won’t bless us bastards who defile the Bible
And when death claims us all we will all be held liable
Liable for lies and held accountable for inaction
As you, God, remain unforgiving to an un-furtive faction

So God I beg of thee to be a little more  forgiving
Either that or end this charade for us, the lasciviously living
We don’t mind when you say “let my supremacy center thee”
But we resent it when you say “bend over b*tch because I’m about to enter thee”
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God's Shining

Walled in and there is left no view;
I am alone within this room 
Of circumstance. There is no space
Light, entering, might pierce the gloom.

Cold stone encircles me about;
Blindly, franticly, I grope
From side to side and round again,
Consuming utterly all hope.

Has despair ever been this loved
Or desperation half as sweet
As the hour they taught surrender
To my impatient, weary feet?

My agitated soul grows calm;
Within the cell contentment reigns
For God's shining now discovered
Invades the darkness from within.

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God Bless America, 
is a phrase we love to say.
But I just can't believe,
God blesses her today.
We've become a sinful nation,
full of greediness and hate.
We love drugs and booze, sex and
money, and all that we can take.
We stopped seeking after goodness,
and dwelled only on the worst.
Now only a handful of Christians 
can quote a single verse.
We've done every single thing,
God told us not to do.
We think that we can have our way,
and receive his blessings too.
We were once a mighty Nation, 
with more than we could want.
We once put faith "in God we trust",
but now in God we don't.
We need to change America,
before the hour's late.
To continue in this wickedness
will only seal our fate.
God won't wait much longer,
before he's good and mad.
If we don't change before too long,
I believe we'll wish we had.

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There sits she
With piousness as her pen
While if you ask me
He said “seven times seventy” not but ten

Timothy said when you have a banquet invite the lame
And to this lady I say “there are none so blind”
Whilst this woman is running out of people and things to blame
As she grows ever more enraged and ever more un-kind

Her attitude belies the fact that something is wrong
And her writings are born of anger at best
Although she won’t admit it the lady can’t find a place to belong
While she verbally vomits that which another has confessed

Everyone is entitled to be zealous and pray
But I say most wars are to decipher who’s god is stronger
This one’s god runs twenty-five miles a day
While the other does nothing except allow the war to go on longer

So she sits there professing the politically correct way to pray
While I kneel at the alter of deception, injustice and inquisitions
Hers are not my gods with enemies to slay
While the lady rises off the chair to resume her holy missions 
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Life O Life

I wish to write about what life does mean to me
Such is for me, a task not so easy
For Life, O Life, does be for me a very school of philosophy 
See you, I see it not as being worthy of being given any meaning!

Yes, life is so strange, its ways, itself, life is but a mystery
Why, life does take birth, out of love, out of compulsion
Out of obligation, sometimes even without asking for permission
But life does end in a way oh so sudden, sometimes without even any predicting!

Life is supposed to be a blessing
Indeed such is what is considered by many
Yes, life is also a pain, a misery
See you those starving, those homeless, those dying!

Even those who did get a good birth, do get old
Do get diseased, some experiencing even the incurable
Some do live in emotional pain, experiencing it in manifold
Some of them never even do get to see life as being enjoyable! 

Life, I believe is a prison
A prison for those fallen
Fallen from the Holy Garden
That known as the Eternal Eden

We do come here to serve a sentence
See you, Fate and Karma, in coalition, do lead the dance
If we do be good, following meekly the merciful rules
Why, we are sure to enjoy, someday, from this world, a final deliverance

Should we rebel, should we be religiously illegal
Why, we shall again suffer a fall
Again and again, with our past deciding on our future
Again and again, being propelled here in this world, oh so sour!

Yes, such is what I believe is the meaning of life
Apart from this, I see nothing else
Apart from this, I see no clarification that can I give to it
Indeed, apart from this, I would see life as being a mere accident of merging atomic cells!

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There are men who may never walk on water
Who will never trade our happiness for butter
Who do such mere things full of kindness
That reminds us of the Son in his vast goodness 

There are men who may never raise our dead 
Who into our wilderness may never be lead 
Who eagerly and earnestly love with their hearts
That reminds us of the Son who laid love’s path

There are men who may never rebuke our storms
Who may never be transfigured into His glorious form 
Who are eagerly ready to lend a helping hand 
That reminds us of the Son who we don’t understand 

There are men who may never have an exalted name
Who may never be rich, glamorous or acquire fame
Who are beacons of light in our times of darkness
That reminds us of the Son shinning in righteousness 

There are men who may never die upon our cross 
Who for our sake live a life full of great loss
Who are our secret heroes saving our poor soul 
From lives bitter batter and devils ultimate goal

To these unknown, unheard, unseen men untold 
Who live to see our smile light up eyes that unfold 
Who live a life without a lie
Your names shall never die

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I may look very naive and vulnerable,
hiding the pangs of my distress so well,
looking normal and walking too brisk...
only when God is walking down my path.

I seem to look away and shun the troubles,
but inside I am hurting like anybody else,
who dreams of a coming universal peace...
only when God is walking down my path. 

I nourish my body and thank my Creator
for every slice of bread and drink of water,
the essential things that not everyone has...
only when God is walking down my path.

Since my birth, I have been sheltered by a roof top,
feeling no rain, hearing no wind, bearing no bitter cold;
blessings are added daily, not taken away by wrath,
all this is possible...only when God is walking down my path.

I was given a loving mother who cared for my daily needs 
watched me grow and I spiritually grew to praise Him in my hymns; 
and her unforgettable and soft words still echo, as when I knelt down and wept,
not making me stray from my course...only when God walked down my path. 

I have been fortunate enough to have lived and survived
this long and witnessed may events that have shaped
a changing world in constant turmoil, unwilling to get rid of ugly hate;
I feel very sound and safe...only when God is walking down my path.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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He died for me! Oh love so deep
So full, my heart cannot conceal it
So strong, death cannot destroy it
So deep, even hell itself must feel it

Joy is my companion, my constant guest
and no matter how others feel
no pain can wipe away my joy
for now I know His love is real

No longer a fearful slave to sin
I've found an anchor for my soul
No one remains who can condemn me
His blood has made me whole

All that God gives to His Son
He gives to us as well
The Son now sits with the Father
and pleads my case, the scriptures tell

All creation is waiting to see
His glory, full and complete
On that day, all nature will share
the victory of Satan's final defeat      

Children, behave like sons of God
Boldly approach the Father's throne
He who knows all hearts will hear
and make you, once for all, His own  

                   Romans 8:21


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The silence from thunder,
an act of God.
Where will he strike?
This way or odd.

Then there's a flash.
A still dark sky.
Quiet for moments.
My breath for a sigh.

Fresh pollen fog
falls cold on my brow.
Cool are my ear-lobes.
The ground for a sow.

Pensive and perched
I'm listening in time.
Will it come close?
Were it that I'm.

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the god particle concedes to a universal mass
as predictably, it announces its presence
taking the holy sacrament from under its glass
beliefs from before so consigned obsolescence

we now think we know - no...really, we do
how the universe came to exist, massively being
galaxies of stars, unseen dark matters, us too
giving God a reason to give our lives meaning 

photons and gluons of stuff are Peter's principals
bosons innumerable occupy the same quantum stated
the best minds wraparound said concept so quizzical
but not before a big bang began branches bifurcated

bosons like fermions those particles elementary
that come into existence and are gone in a blink
transcendental though we may think they seem to be
harder to transcend than at last we might think

what are we to learn of ourselves from this tidbit
of long sought actual theoretical enlightenment
can we care more for each other just a tiny bit?
and concede happily to life's common wonderment

let us learn with concern what CERN can discern
about all the quirks and quarks of this universe
give mankind a good reason to give out a good turn
and make our corner a bit better than the subverse

add Lederman, the goddamn particle's indefinite article
"so central to the state of physics today, yet so elusive" *
is like the first time you borrowed your Dad's vehicle
for a ride with your squeeze to amour more conducive

you wanted get down to the real heart of the matter
and experience the unknown pleasures of knowing
your delving into places and matters that matter
the whole experience just drives you to keep going

© Goode Guy 2012-07-05


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I Only Want To Give You

I only want to give you
everything you have.
that if you're rich with money
then more would serve to salve.

and if you're poor; not privy
that money would mean more
Your soul would still need comfort
and I would keep from horror.

If you should be successful
A spirit flinging wild
To smile upon your vessel
would serve your inner child.

But if you be a failure
to waste in peoples eyes
I'd turn my head away
while you would learn to rise.

and if you seem the happy
I'd long for us to meet
For me just being lucky
is friends come out to greet.

But if you seem unhappy
You're spirit going dim
Then I will share discomfort
in words leading to him.

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The Dusk of Life

The Dusk of Life

Dusk is the time of life that darkness comes in minds to play.
Memories of yesteryear start knocking at heart’s door. 
Faith once challenged by youthful ways torments those who stray.
Hope recalls truths, childlike faith God loves forevermore.

The days of thickets and briers in life once seized its path.
And fantasies of perfect love failed to come to pass.
At times when evil contemplations eased boiling wrath,
Seething minds forgot Holy God and rolled downhill fast.

Evil tiptoed into souls that had lived righteously.
Sinful whirlwinds ripped their way and took life on a spin.
Victims too soon disengaged, lived sorrows frantically.
Souls roamed through the ills of life wearing a bitter grin. 

Then all around, the eyes could see wickedness relay.
Winding trails off righteous paths disguised as true love born.
The sinking sands pulled faithful hands through unholy days.
Tortured faithlessness grew; scorn was relentlessly worn.

Come now, dusk for it is time to recollect, repent.
Memories of yesteryear know errors of those days.
Light beyond forgotten roads reflects words by God sent.
Faith once challenged by one's youth at last derides the stray.

Sorrows for the errant ways are placed before the Lord. 
The Son of God sends down his love, now and evermore.
Perfections sought and choices changed thrive by Christ adored.
Forgiveness granted by the Lord brings man joy once more.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    December 24, 2009

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free cee GOD CRAM IT

          GOD CRAM IT
There is nothing your god can conceive of
To explain my adoration and love
It can’t be your generosity or concern
Because this is what I’ve come to learn

I’ve learned that you couldn’t care less about what I need
And your whole life is constructed on a foundation of greed
Anything you want suddenly you can afford
While what I want and need is totally ignored

My love can’t be based on what you are willing to give
Because you say I use as an excuse the fact that I don't have long to live 
And you’ll never admit that you really wont' give a sh*t after I’ve died
and your beauty, by selfishness is belied

It cannot possibly be because you care
Because what you do to me is so unfair
It’s all about you and what you demand
And I’m so in love with you I follow every f*cking command

You are a horrid example of what love shouldn’t be
So it can’t be the reason you put up with me
There must me an agenda of which I’ll never be aware
Because you do so many things I cannot bear

You are a lesson in how to lessen one’s love and desire
While you have the nerve to name me the liar
I ask for the smallest of favors and your response is no’
So my reason for loving you is something even your god doesn’t know

All I know is that I love you and will until I die
Yet and still I’ll never know why
You do nothing to demonstrate your desire to please me
And there’s certainly nothing your god can do appease me

 I waste my money trying in earnest to prove how I feel
But nothing you say or do seems honest or real
I can’t understand why you even want us to be a pair
When you don’t even know the meaning of the word “share”
               © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Baby Birds

It is the ending of a lovely day
The baby birds are causing Mom distress.
I hear them peeping in the big oak tree.
“Now hush yourselves”, their weary mother says.

“We must be up to greet the early dawn.
When God sets fire to all the eastern sky,
Be there before the early worms are gone.
Now quiet down, I’ll sing a lullaby.”
Her sweet voice rises, lulling babes to sleep.
All night sounds still to hear the lovely song
And from young birdlings not another peep          
With God and Mother near the whole night long.

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                                             WHAT'S GOING ON

The things going on in our families,
The things going on in industry,
The things going on in politics,
The things going on just make me sick.

Most folks don't see what's happening.
They can't seem to see what the future brings.
Our music, our culture, our kids and our schools,
They're changing it all as we sit here like fools.

The things we allow and the things we ignore,
Will kill us at length like malignant sores.
They're trying to kill off our ethnic pride,
And pride in our country has all but just died.

We hang head in shame when they mention our God,
We apologize for being Christian clods.
We defend with a vengeance the idols brought here,
Reminding each other that their faith is dear.

While allowance is made for strange cultures and faiths,
Our own God and culture's pushed back, loses face.
We sure have been lucky God's so full of Grace,
And has waited so long to put things back in place.

Our country was founded on God's good promise,
And no we treat Him like some obscure premise.
Some think it's so cool to insult God Almighty,
They think they're so witty, so with it, so fiesty;

But soon they will sing a whole different tune,
When the seeds that they've sown have all come to bloom.
When they've all lost their freedom and there's nowhere to turn,
And they see when they die for indifference they'll burn.

When they finally see there's a Heaven and Hell,
And all of these changes were their warning bell.
When they see the cost of their wicked ways,
And it all comes to pass at The End of Days.

                                                                    Judy Ball

"Let the one who does wrong still do wrong, and let the one who is filthy still be 
filthy; and let the one who is righteous still practice righteousness, and let the one 
who is holy still keep himself holy.
Behold, I am coming quickly and My reward is with Me to render to every man 
according to what he has done.
I am The Alpha and The Omega, The Beginning and The End.
Blessed are those who wash their robes that they may have the right to The Tree of 
Life and may enter the gates into The City."
                                                                  Revelation 22:11-14 "

Pay Day is going to be a blessing for some and a curse to others.
What's it going to be to you?

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More Than Anything, I Long For Thee

So long have you awaited my call.
So long have I bled for your presence.
Take hid to my call at once.

When a thought is conceived,
Come hither.
When my tongue is to unwind,
Be there.

My need for Thee	
surpasses that of day for the sun.
I need Thee like a bird need wings to be free,
like the night sky needs the moon.

I shall pursue Thee like the waves,
like the waves of the sea pursue the shore.
On the other hand unlike the waves,
I shan’t lure back once I have reached your shore.

Thy scent to me
is as that of a rose to a bee.
From Thee I shan’t flee,
for I know that truly I would be free.

Once You dare rest on my heart,
just like the Venus fly trap,
I shall instantly slam my heart shut!
For indeed you would have your grip.

In my unresponsiveness,
shun me not.
Thus I discharge my witlessness
So that you may have my perfect heart.

More than anything I long for Thee.
Nearer I pray.
Come closer,
make haste to my plea.

I thirst for Thee.
I am the dry ground.
Pour Thy Spirit on me.
Rain on me so that I can be fertile ground.

More than anything I long for Thee.
Oh precious Lord, Holy Spirit
Rain down on me
till the grass and willows spring out of my heart.

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The wrath of God doesn’t have to be
the size of a hurricane
nor a major flood or forest fire
to leave us all in pain.

It can be an itch or an annoying twitch
a big black hair on your nose
painfully shy or one crossed eye
it’s terrible to have one of those.

Ugly or clumsy or not very smart
we all have our cross to bear
mismatch your socks get chicken pox
or forget your underwear.

Cowlicks birthmarks and knobby knees
all conspire to bring us down,
crooked teeth big ears and zits
are here to make us frown.

With a squeaky voice you don’t rejoice
and bad breath is problematic
as is hobbling on a cane
when you have a sore sciatic.

Oh Dear Lord just look at me!
a melting pot of woes!
As a kid I made a face
and wouldn’t you know…it froze!

What will we do with these gifts from you
bestowed on us in your wrath?
As we complain down here in our shame
do you sit on a cloud and laugh?

But then God said as he shook his head;
“My child I love you so..
these minor things that set you apart
are here to help you grow.”

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The Hut

A soft blowing breeze lifted her sun bleached hair
The sea crashes on the jagged rocks below her perch
Her eyes, the gray shade of a distant floating cloud
She turns on bare feet and cautiously moves away

A seagull sails in the updraft at the cliff’s edge
The small trail snakes upward to a winter meadow
Her mind wanders as she knowingly climbs the path
She pictures the smiling eyes of the Moon Goddess

A rebirth of the God will come with winter winds
The snowy grass baths her feet as she tops the cliff
Her hands brush high weeds as she returns to the hut
She enters by sliding behind a thick tanned hide

A fire burns within the comfortable warm home
The flames lick a clay caldron simmering sweet scents
Her hand lifting a burning stick at fire’s edge
She moves toward the small altar with lighted wand

A shell of ground incense and two candles are lighted
The cup of spring water and fresh herbs are offered
Her soft knees bend as she kneels before the altar
She calls the Goddess and God to her safe circle

Oh, Goddess and God
Please open my eyes
To the secret magic
Of Nature

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

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My God knows the way I am,
He knows my every thought.
He knows the things I've said and done,
And seen the dreams I've sought.

He knows my heart for what it is,
Knows each and every mood,
Depending not on what He's heard,
From those who think me crude;

For Man looks on the outer crust,
And sees not what's inside.
He hears but words that oft times twist,
And turn the truth to lies;

But God looks on the heart of Man,
And judges that instead,
Not foolish thoughts or actions,
Words that twist inside the head.

So do not judge your neighbor, Friend,
You don't know what's inside.
You only know the words you've heard,
That play tricks with your mind.

If you truly love your friend,
The way you love yourself,
You'll make the same excuse for him,
That you make for yourself.

                                                 1Samuel 16:7
                                           Proverbs 26:20

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That Night


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The Way to Gleams

A mother's love may visit pain
If one child's hope looses its dream
A chasm deep in her soul screams.
Oh God, please let his faith remain.

Youthful goals and priorities
Can cloud love's path eternally.
Forgive forgotten boundaries.
Trust in God move onward boldly.

Lofty thinking, respect askew –
Browbeaten and misunderstood.
Before too long joy says, “adieu.”
Remember let not evil brood.

But seek the light and trust His Word.
Cherish life and integrity.
Be not afraid soft voices heard.
Give all for love and selflessly.

Fear not the loss of future fame.
But seek to melt your soul in love.
Success becomes an earthly game.
But families are from God above. 

So when, my child you feel great pains,
Ask God above to show you dreams. 
Be sure that faith in God remains.
He knows the path to love and gleams.

© July 26, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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the pedantic verses

you must be carefully taught
all aspects of the universe
complete and utterly covered
in a tome of spiritual verse

you must be carefully taught
who you must hate and who to love
has all been handed down from
commandments from somewhere above

you must be carefully taught
strict adherence to beliefs of past
you must be careful of thought
keep to your clan and your caste

you must be carefully taught
and not question line in case
saints and prophets distraught
banish life itself in disgrace

you've got to be carefully taught
there's no point except the knife
to waiver from those said anointed 
to guarantee some eternal life

you must be carefully taught
you've got to be carefully taught
you'll get tied up in a French knot
you've got to be careful - a lot

© GoodGuysoul 2015-01-14

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I live in the ether, the place I know
where thoughts of heart and mind do flow
in a conscious state of epiphany
where intelligence lives in harmony

from this place the sources of task
to direct my body to do as I ask
I find I’m not always in full control
of what is residing inside of this soul

The rarest of gems therein resides
where our own cognition abides
exquisite delights are there to be found
to make sure our thinking is sound

Firmly cemented with it’s epoxy
not dedicated to orthodoxy
the place where one can search for the truth
about the things we learn in our youth

This system of things is so full of lies
and to see through them one must be wise
the beliefs that history has handed down
holds firmly in grasp its blinding resound

I find in it’s closets things I must clean out
that overshadow my heart and it’s doubt
the war that exists inside of man
that damages things within reach of his hand

The source for all kindness and it’s living balm
and when we face conflict for keeping us calm
for understanding all of this life
for making peace when meeting it’s strife

So many colors with varying hues
herein is where I first found my muse
painting it’s pictures on tapestry mind
weaving it’s patterns the ethereal kind

Each of us has been given this gift
and to it’s sharing for others to lift
a vast chasm and depth in this well
for composing design and doubts dispel

source of insp Proverbs 1-5 on thinking
ability, understanding and wisdom

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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The Rambling of a pen

Why dose the thought of god
Bring us tranquility
Why does the loss of control
Bring us harmony

Is it the Hands of God we fear?
	Hands that smite and take
Is it the Hands God we love?
	Hands that create

Is there a throne in the afterlife?
	Or is it a thought of men
Is there a throne in paradise?
	Or is to question it a sin

Shall we rest upon the clouds		
	To sleep in heavens peace
Shall it be a peaceful slumber		
I hope it will never cease

Shall I dream of this a little longer	
Until I see the face of God
Shall it be as the preachers say	
 My heart seems so flawed

Why don’t I dream of God
No care for his face
Why am I forlorn to doom
In this fated place

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my LORD is that a RECLINER


I keep getting phone calls that have all been ignored
And the calls are collect which I cannot afford
Someone  keeps calling to tell me once again that He’s bored
So how about some psychos causing some discord in the name of our Lord

He knows precisely what we use and that which we waste
He understands all the horror filled situations I have ever faced
But I stopped rebelling when the tiger inside me no longer roared
So surely there’s a psycho to damage something  because the Lord is bothered and  bored

He used to look down and see blood spilled when brother fought brother
And both of them saw the stare of death in the eyes of their mother
When blue fought WITH grey God sat back in His easy chair
But He refused to settle their differences because that wouldn’t be fair

Then the slanted eyes took prisoners in a land that was their birthright
I’m telling you man, the Lord kept in sight that source of delight
Ain’t nothing funnier to God than a forty-five fighting a knife
Because he gave them all the weapons to end another’s life

When oil became an issue and a burning Bush spoke to reporters
They flanked him in wide eyed wonder and wondered about his sons and daughters
But he didn’t give a s**t about the bomb laden planes spitting fire and soared
And next time I’m giving Him your number so He  can complain to you that He’s bored
               ©2011.…………Phreepoetree ~free cee!~    

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Today is like a rainbow
With it's many colors combine
The way it dances across a cloud
As if somehow, trying to rhyme
There is the color blue
That reminds me of the sky
Because God is looking down
With a sparkle in His eye
The color green to me
Is the color that is brand new
Like a babe that's just been born
Love, He brings to me and you
Yellow is the color
Of the sun all a glow
Like our faith should be forever
With our hearts to over flow
So, you see there is a reason
That God created light
To warm our every wish complete
We are perfect in God's sight

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free cee A GRAVE situation

                         A GRAVE SITUATION

Ain’t no one in this world gives a damn about me
They don’t care what I do or say
Ain’t no one in the world gives a sh*t about me
They don’t care if I should die today

There are lying ladies and very bent gents
Swear they have an interest in what I do
But I’m telling you man, they don’t care
And by the heart of God I swear neither would you

I awake in the morning ain’t no one by my side
I fall asleep alone and wake up just the same
Looking all around for someone to give a damn
And in my head and heart is where to place the blame

I got parents, an ex-wife, a son and grandson
Hardly ever get a call or a god damned letter
But my life as it stands today couldn't be more boring
And month to month it don’t get no better

Ain’t no one who would even visit my grave
Ain’t no one who cares if I should live or die
Ain’t no one who gives a sh*t about me
And by God I swear, neither do I
© 2009… cee

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We're Adults

In life, we need to stand on our own
This was my mistake before
I thought I'll get you
Without you learning how to take it

God taught me a lesson
That you're still there
Pray and ask God to help me win the poetry
It can be before the 1st before I can send you

This is being strong honey
We can do this
When you're a child
People say 'what if you dont have your parets or mother?'

That's how children learn responsibility
Okay, what if I get to the hospital or Something bad happen to me
Who will be there to talk to you?
You can't do anything, you have to live like that

But it will not be forever
We need to pray and ask God for graces
Pray for the one taking care of you
We need God'help in everything

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Planning the Plan

There are so many things about God
that I don't really understand.....
like  why He chose me
to be a part of His band.

I have done nothing at all
to deserve such favor.
But I sincerely thank this God-man
who's love for me does not waiver.

He lavishes on us a love 
that is unconditional and so pure
that no matter what in the world we do,
He won't love us less nor love us more.

Oh sure, there are times that we
may not be found in His favor,
like when we willfully disobey   
or too much of the "world" do we savor.

 In loving fashion God created this world - -
a plush paradise - - co-existing woman and man.
But God knew that man and serpent would ruin the Garden,
so from His infinite wisdom sprouted the perfect plan.

The "Eden Act" and all the scenes that would follow
caused a separation that was deep, but not a divorce.
For God obsessed with our reconciliation
which takes us back to Him and His plan, of course.

This plan sent His only Son, whose name is Jesus,
down to this decrepit,defiled place called Earth.
His entrance onto the scene was unlike that of Superman.....
no crater, no quake,just a manger and a humble birth.

He lived here and loved here for a short time,
revealing what life is really all about....
about sharing and caring....compassion and passion,
not at all about who has the most clout.

He told us time and time again that He
had no agenda that was His own.
It was to strictly do the will of the Father,
nothing more,nothing less, just that alone.

But it was this very will that ultimately
led the "Annointed One" to much despair.
For it was demanded of Him 
the sin of the world to bear.

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God will Lead the Way

This poem’s for Gary and Elizabeth,
The parents who lost a child.
I hope that what I’ve written,
Has given your heart a smile.

May I help to lift your joy,
And sustain your happiness,
For my chosen flow of words,
Have been divinely blessed. 

I don’t know you but I care,
For my heart too has cried.
And when we stop remembering,
Is when our loved ones die.

I welcome you to read my work,
That I’ve written for the world.
For my words are poignant lines,
That my heart and mind unfurled. 

Thank you for the opportunity, 
To share my gift with you.
Keep progressing with your lives,
Don’t get stuck with I miss yous.

My name’s Raul Moreno,
And healing hearts is my goal.
It’s not about the poems I’ve written,
It's about the ones that touch the soul.

I love writing countless poems,
I hope you love what I have to give.
Let us not remember our losses,
Let us muster our strength to live.

I am a God fearing poet,
I hope you enjoy the message I convey. 
One day you’ll reunite with Nathan,
And God will lead the way. 

I was inspired by Michael Torres' 
Tribute "Nathaniel you Touched our Heart's"
This poem stemmed from his great tribute.
I wrote this for Gary and Elizabeth Reese.
Time does not heal all wounds,
but it gets us closer to our loved ones...

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Executing the Plan

Why? Why Him? How could this be? To have life
slowly, excruciatingly, drained from Him by a tree.
The irony, it was a tree....the tree of knowledge
that brought angst full circle to Calvary.

This was a burden above all burdens,
anxiety, agony...... almost beyond what He could bear.
So much so, droplets of sweat formed in His hair 
as he cried out to His Father in prayer.

"If there is any way for this cup 
to pass from me, let it be so."
Even though He knew He had to suffer 
through it, He couldn't just let it go.

It's not that He didn't have the power
to get out from under this albatross.
But if He did succumb to His earthly
desire,mankind would forever be lost.

For God depended on this "Spotless Lamb"
to bridge the gap between us and Him.
So..... we became white as snow because
the "Perfect Sacrifice" willingly bore our sin.

Fortunately for us, it is not here
 that this story comes to a close.   
For just as He foretold,
on the third day He arose.

So because of the ways of man and God's awesome plan,
death no longer has the final say.
It's all about a relationship..... a deep friendship
established with one simply called "The Way."

The Serpent defeated, the gap miraculously closed
and those that sincerely believe can claim the victory.
Through the historic death of Christ,
we may have fellowship with God for all eternity.

How amazing it is that God would be so concerned
about me... about us.... about the souls of man,
 that, yes, from the very beginning of time,
he would devise the absolutely perfect plan.

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Connecting the Dots Part 1

When you were a young child,
did you ever play "connect the dots"?
And all the while you were doing it,
you'd wonder what it was and what it was not.

Back then it was to satisfy boredom when,
on a rainy day, you needed somethin' to do.
Or maybe you couldn't go out and play with
your friends because the flu had you.

Many believe,including myself, that 
"connect the dots" takes on a new meaning today.
It has a great deal to do with this "snake"
who is bent on leading us astray.

It seems as if he is running out of time,
so he is really focused on the task at hand.
The one thing he wants more than anything else 
is to capture and forever bind the souls of man.

But for those very  souls, God had another plan.
Yes, His only Son gave His very life for us.
And oh the peace and joy that can forever 
be ours if, in Him, we place our trust.

We know for sure that the God of the Bible
is real, just witnessing creation alone.
But not stopping there, the hundreds of prophecies fulfilled
further prove Him out, He so much wants to be known.

Oh yes, one may say "But I can't reach
out and touch Him...... if I dare."
And I say "True,but neither can you
touch the wind, but you know it's there."

And it is this living Creator God that
tells us in His Word that He has a time table.
When the world, as we know it, will cease
to exist and He is the only one able

To determine exactly when that will be.
But He gave us glimpses into the future for all to see.
For He wants none to be banished to hell.....
instead to be ready as He climaxes history.

One thing that He mentions in His love letter is
that His beloved Israel would again become a nation.
And that in our final years here,the Jews,
to this original home,would complete a vast migration.

So as we "connect the dots," we find that 
indeed Israel did become a nation in 1948.
And ever since that time, God's chosen ones did
return there and they endear themselves to that date.

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You give me light when darkness falls
You give me hope when all is lost
You give me strength when I am weak
You give me everything

You give me days when I give in
You give me you, a special friend
You give me love when needed most
You give me everything

My best of friends, my one true love
My special gift from God above
You are the days that lie ahead
You are… my everything

You give your hand when mine is bare
You give your heart to show you care
You give your time so eagerly
You give me everything

You give your dreams to share with me
You give your touch so sensually
You give your breath so I may live
You give me everything

My best of friends, my one true love
My special gift from God above
You are the days that lie ahead
You are… my everything

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The Holy Cross Church with its neo-Gothic facade was too beauteous and too rare,
so clustered among the aristocratic neat palaces,
choked by the shadows of less ancient buildings;
I often looked up to glance at its tall bell-tower with a chill in my curly hair!

When I was the altar boy, I had to climb a thousand steep steps 
to pull the rough cord and make that brass bell merrily ring,
and it relentlessly tolled far into the fertile valley kissed by spring,
and its resonant strokes summoned all to Vespers at six!!

By all means I should have wisely chosen the priesthood... 
wine and bread I placed on a silver plate to be offered
before the altar, where the invisible eye of God watched me;
I worshiped Him and He blessed me for my sincerity!   

The Holy Cross Church still stands there and its steps invoke my footsteps,
the gentle footsteps of a fine boy who turned his faith into a fervent creed;
and even if sunshine never hit my cold face slanting upward like a shield...
through the glass-stained windows it dazzled to restore the presence of grace! 

How I would like to hear that huge organ play the lovely," Ave Maria"  by Mozart,
making the gathered faithful cry and moved by its inspiring sound I contemplated an art ,
which revered and honored God in His exuberantly expressed by Man's spirit!
No other place, more beautiful than this, can make me forget the awe and joy that I felt!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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FREE CEE as a wife waits


This is a battle I cannot end
i'm searching frantically for a friend
i've searched every place where he should be
but if he's anywhere in the vicinity he turned into a ghost no one can see

this is a fight I want fleetingly to end
somehow there must be a way to find my friend
what possible explanation could there be for him to simply disappear
especially because there's nowhere he should be but here

I'm not sure I can make it through this day
until I find out why it seems he's run away
he has a wife who's worried to the end of her wits
and nothing about this puzzle fits

why would a man just take off and leave?
a godly  man who's wife has nothing else to do but cry and grieve
where is her beloved as I wonder the same?
and he'd better have a good explanation for playing such an unfair game

there are two teams and one is frightened to death
holding on to hope and holding her breath
if it takes all day and night I won't rest until I see his face
a man quick to pray, beseech his God and say “grace”

i'm looking for one man in the middle of millions of others
a man who owes an excuse for holding hostage the breath of his sisters and brothers
is he in a pew praying for god to end his turmoil,
because my legs are aching and his wife's blood is about to boil

where, my brother are you and why haven't you given us a call
is there any way for you to explain this all
if you're searching for shelter at least tell us where that may be
because as of now you've become a ghost no one can see

and so I'll sit here praying in this one horrid place
waiting to hear your voice or to see your face
you're wife is hurting beyond comprehension
so tell me, how can a man of god cause his wife such ungodly tension
  © 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Right or Wrong

Right or Wrong
    By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Right or wrong goes along.
Every option has stayed.
Righteous souls in the throng
Sing truths; hopes are prayed.

Stop! Study! Be approved.
Sing praises; oh sweet Lord.
Thank Him for sin removed.
Put away hate drawn swords.

Never fear; God is near.
He’ll take your hand and lead.
Keep Him forever dear.
And all His teachings heed.

Throughout life choices made
Determined the paths we took.
All the while, God's love stayed.
From Heaven, the earth shook.

Lose thyself; truly love.
And heed the still small voice.
Holy Spirit above,
Shall lead us through each choice.

The humble-faithful wait.
Saint Peter calls their name.
They run to heaven's gate.
And see their Savior reign

God from Heaven watches.
He hears every thought.
Sin, through Christ God washes.
Redemptions through blood bought.

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My Final Decree

I’m still flying high in the sky
Because I have my friends
In this place I’ve found grace
No rules I need to bend

Without a doubt it comes out
The evil from within
Times it’s hard to forget the yard
Glad that I have my friends

Pain in my soul you’ll never know
But I think that’s ok
Cause I write it out without a doubt
It’s just another day

As of yesterday what can I say?
Love broke open the stone
Friends to my heart always a part
I’m soup down to the bone

A special place home is grace
Let us all join the feast
In the end I love my friends
The belly of the beast

Opened wide nowhere to hide
Finally I am free
In this life I love my wife
And all she means to me

It’s also true that I love you
And all of your advice
Led me home and broke the stone
I am free of my vice

Friends are back I feel like Jack
Just running up the hill
I have no doubt it will work out
Through all the love I feel

You guys got me to be set free
Sending my friends a book
Through the pain the loss and gain
Forgive me take a look

Now I’m as free as a man can be
My heart I fill with love
Once again I’m a worthy friend
A gift from God above

Now I’ve said what’s in my head
I’m tired as can be
I end this write with goodnight
My day’s final decree 

If anyone has any idea how to reach
our fellow souper Margaret Okubo 
could you please give me her hookup
now. We always send each other copies
of our books but I have no idea where 
to send hers to now, God Bless, MJ

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Ode to Tammy Faye

Her name is Tammy Faye

She was once married to Jim.

They built a successful ministry

Till trusted friends did them in.

They spread the word, of the Lord

They ministered to those in need.

They lifted the spirts of millions

They spread the gospel seed.

Her personality, vivacious

Her talent sings to your heart.

Her style, somewhat audacious

That's what sets her apart.

My God have mercy on her contemporaries

They're liars, phonies and cheats.

May God bless Tammy Faye

She's genuine and sweet.

Thank you Tammy Faye

From all whom you have served.

May Gods love bring the healing

You so richly deserve.

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Distant Beacon

Tossed around by contemplation
seeking answers I must find
to sever pain and kill the darkness
that dwell within my mind.

Weak and weary, needing solace
blessed by God I saw a light
burning somewhere in the distance
that I now keep in my sight.

Still unsure of where I'm heading
I pray for God to carry me
toward that light that's in the distance
if that light is meant for me.

Everyday I'm one step closer
to this beacon burning bright.
Holding onto hope I travel
through the thick and stormy night.

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Heaven's Comedian

God called on the 9th of August,
  Right on Bernie’s golden age.
To lead him to the heavens,
  For standup on the grandest stage.

Bernie’s routine was colossal,
  For God created the best.
When God needed His comic,
  He laid Bernie’s soul to rest.

God called that weary morning,
  And summoned America’s comedian.
He granted a divine promotion,
  In becoming heaven’s comedian.

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My Dad

Dad is what you are
You slid into my life like a shooting star
You brought balance and comfort in
You brought me into a land with your grin

For a long time we were alone
For a long time we didn’t have you in our home
I still remember the absence of your presence
I still fill joy from gift of your essence

The way you worked so hard every day
The way you smiled in your loving way
The things you gave me that I never had
The way you walked in and became our dad

Though not borne to you as your own
Still my heart is filled with the love you have shown
My heart knows the love present in your hands
Through each callous and line I understand

You are the father I wanted before I knew
This I know in my heart is true
The man who took us to a humble home
And crafted it into a Palace of Rome

This it might seem to me
You brought us from the straights of poverty
You loved my mother with all your heart
You loved us all from the start

Yes, you are the father I love
The one sent to me by the angels above
I thank god for you each day
I thank god for sending you our way

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Heaven's Comedian 2

God called December 18th,
  When Chris Farley was 33.
He led him to the heavens,
  And set his soul free.

Chris will always be remembered,
  As he accepted God's request.
When God needed His comic,
  He laid Chris' soul to rest.    

When God called that day,
  He took a great American comedian.
And granted a divine promotion,
  In being one of heaven’s comedians.

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If Isaiah, Jeremiah, Moses and King David prayed to Jehovah,
why is it that His name is no longer invoked?
The Old Testament name has  been erased
from everybody's mind...and we still sing," Hallelujah! "  

God's name cannot be's a sacrilege, a violation of Jehovah's law!
How many times, in my anguish I have called on His holy name!
He wants us to use it and not be afraid of saying it aloud without shame;
so that the wicked, the wretched and the faithless will not curse it anymore!  

Here on earth, many declare to believe in one God,
who through the Prophets gave us a Holy Book to live by;
instead they make their own interpretations and shamelessly lie...
no wonder they have lost every blessing and can't see beyond!

O Jehovah, eternal and just, I declare you my God as all Prophets did,
sacred is Your name, and I proclaim it without fear; and let every hypocrite 
hear it in their cathedrals and synogoges! Oh, how they'll manifest their wrath,
because they are the modern, self-righteous Pharisees who will condemn me to death!   

God's name cannot be changed, it was spoken by humble David,
the shepherd who faithfully served a God of honor and integrity;
God's name cannot be changed to suit human's foolishness and vanity...
a name so magnificently set in stone must be called upon and be praised!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Nature Speaks of God

He stood before me trying blindly to exonerate fear
Trying excise God from creation
Telling us that something out of nothing did appear
In a big bang of cosmic explosion
That I am the debris of dead stars
A descendant of archebacteria
Evolved from nothing to acid wars
My beggining beyond all millennia.

Sounds like he was trying to be God making again
Detritus out of  chaos from chaos
Disconnected, delusional, putting his faith in a vain
Theory, and badgering us to trust
Without proof that he understood 
The ontology of love, the blooming
Egg and fruiting sperm that could
By evolution fill me with this yearning.

I have stood before a rose and bathe in beauty there
Drank from its whispered scent
And visions of a chartered eternity in its light appear
I have heard rivers argument
And soft anthems of the morning trees
And when bow down in temples awed silence
The things that speak of God are these
Order and beauty, love's eternal monuments.

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Love Will Be Thy Sword

No steed for him, his feet just fine
as he stands with conviction and power.
For he knows his destiny, his job to do,
from evil, he would never cower.
He fights for the right! He fights for the Light,
The One true God, the Lord.
So, Michael approaches the devil himself
with his hand upon his sword.
It is for He and be it His will
that Michael uses his power.
The devil’s fate, his destiny,
is met this final hour.
An angel, himself, Satan he is,
but he just wanted it all
and God being the god He is
sent Michael to make him fall.
Be cast down from heaven oh, ungrateful one!
Be cast down to live out your days!
God has granted the power you sought,
but gave it in other ways.
Live out your life in darkness with fire.
Be cursed, to Hell below!
Seek out your victims, or subjects you say
from the seeds that you will sow.
Evil, now upon knowing defeat
was forced to leave the clouds.
Michael, left standing upon his feet
was tall and strong and proud.
He fought off the evil that came to fight.
He fought for the grace of his Lord.
He fought for the good and all that is right
with pride, honor and sword.

So, even today, as we go into battle
ready to fight for the Lord,
remember always, your heart is your shield
and love will be thy sword!

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Gift Given

Flying on a cloud of white
A vision, there beheld
An angel greeting me in song
With love to fill a well

She comes to me to spread the news
That love is permanent
A gift bestowed from God Himself
This message He had sent

Where, through the angel, thoughts expressed
A messenger of love
I saw the gift from God Himself

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A Kind Word Can Make A Difference

A kind word spoken each day
can help the lost find their way
back to the fold of love and peace
back to the joy that God unleashed.
A kind word spoken once or twice
can make the difference in one's life
It can guide them through their troubled times
It can heal their wounds and confused mind.
A kind word spoken to those whom are sad
can change their outlook and make them glad
It can turn their frown into a smile
It can help them through any trial.
A kind word spoken from the heart
can help one make a brand new start
It can help them see things more clearly
It will help them believe God loves them dearly.
A kind word is sent from me to you
This is what God wants us to do.

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Your Heart's Door

Why don’t you tell,
How God sent His love,
How a happier trail,
Was sent from above.

Give God the Glory,
For what you should do,
Tell people your story,
Of how He saved you.

That Mansion so bright,
Is made for a few,
For someone of light,
Is that someone you?

If Jesus has saved,
That lost soul of yours,
Then He has engraved,
A heart full of doors.

I hope you will open,
Your heart's door to God,
While others are moping,
In this world abroad.