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Windowpanes

An ancient river, centuries-old shops and restaurants steeped in a 2000-year history and 
culture set the scene. The ambiance seemed divinely contrived to facilitate the purposes of 
our meeting and the very fodder from which the greatest poets are sustained.
Not newcomers to the area, Kay P. and I were assigned to the Army Security Agency Field 
Station in Augsburg, Germany in 1974. We were colleagues in the intelligence community 
with no romantic overtures to our relationship, save an appreciation of poetry and profound 
philosophical discussions. Kay wanted to spend the evening with a poet, so we planned the 
evening to be appropriate for the purpose. 
At the time and place, we quickly found ourselves hopelessly immersed in the philosophical 
foundations of my writings throughout the evening. It was the first time since Vietnam that 
I'd felt worthy as a person. I still recall sipping the red wine and feeling the warmth of the 
large hearth inside the Balkan eatery. I still see the swans gliding by on the Lech flowing by 
our café.

When windowpanes begin to weep with autumn's chilly dew, I'm taken back through seasons passed to one delight held true, A rendezvous that time allowed, a gentle evening spent Amid a time of long discord when days were dreary bent. I feel the stretch upon my lips, the smile returns once more. Again, I smell the Balkan fare prepared on Lech's old shore, The mood is cast in high regard, the wine is tart and dry, As Augsburg ripples in the wake when swans go gliding by. The ancient windows frame our view and day begins to wane As rivulets meander down and streak the dampened panes. The ambiance of ages passed beseeched us not to leave And held us in its warm embrace throughout the ebbing eve. My heart was scarred, without regard and hardened by the war But her esteem unveiled its worth, while nothing had before. She saw the child that once was me, I'd long since cast aside, And bade he climb astride his mount, engage his life and ride. Now, she is but a memory, whose kindness soothed my heart, For we embarked upon our lives on paths ordained to part. Her subtle way escaped my eye till time had made it clear That her esteem had set me free, that night I hold so dear. The poetry that filled my soul remains these many years, Impassioned in my warmest thoughts when autumn first appears, When windowpanes begin to weep, a-glisten with the dew, And I return to seasons passed, to one delight held true.


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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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Beacons of Light

As long as man has lived upon this Earth
     The quest for beacons of light has endured
Primitive cultures, man’s earliest ancestors
     Found wonder in the moon’s allure

Upon the seas, more advanced civilizations
     Made their way guided by celestial orbs
Eventually creating historic lighthouses
     To guide their navigational course

Greeks found solace in a light
     Emanating from Mount Olympus
Gods and Goddesses they worshiped
     Until the discovery of those truly blessed

God’s light serves as our beacon now
     Eternal glow that guides us through storms
And when we discover this light’s power
     The spirit of the believer transforms

Satan’s path winds only through darkness
     Images of eternal suffering emerge
When we fail to find the beacon of light
     And remove the stain of sinful scourge

It is man’s choice to pursue radiance or darkness
     The preferred path is usually lit by the bright
For just as early man perceived from the moon
     Souls are ever drawn to beacons of light


*For Wounded Words "Eternal Figures" challenge


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STREAMS IN THE DESERT


This misty river, scented sweet From bare land you enthrall, To quench the evening's sultry heat Beside your cooling wall. Low tide lends magic to this rite To twirl upon the dew Then lacquers every sand with white; And powdered shades of blue. Tanned cacti swoon to windy breeze Quite mellow to the ear, And harmony's drooled chant can seize This desert atmosphere. Under the moon's enticing beams Bright clouds drift out in space, Life's oasis and hopeful dreams Are held in froth's embrace. And never will these scenes be lost While I here vigil keep; Till heaven's gifts lie starlit glossed Then eyelids fall asleep. . ............ . . Nature Poems Contest of Poet.Undertaker 8/6/8/6 syl count--rhyme by nette onclaud


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A "Hopeless" Diamond (in the Rough)

French trader Tavernier in a greed-inspired way
Glared at an idol of a temple in Mandalay
Prying a gem from its eye socket, a curse prevailed
Tavernier died bankrupt soon after making the sale

Louis XIV bought the stone, 1668
A gift to his mistress, Louis had it cut heart-shape
For dabbling in Black Magic, this madam was burned
A century passed with the curse’s power unlearned

The diamond was then bestowed on Marie Antoinette
For wearing it with boastful pride, Marie lost her head
She lost respect from the commoners of her nation
This gem has since been linked to the French Revolution

Cut far smaller, the gem resurfaced, 1830
When a London banker bought the rock of infamy
Henry Thomas Hope survived; the curse appeared to break
For 70 years the Hope Diamond’s wrath lay in state

A Hope heir’s marriage collapsed; his wife evoked the curse
As she foretold, subsequent owners’ fates would be worse
French broker Jacques Colot went mad, suicide his road
Sultan “Abdul the Damned,” insane after being deposed

Then to an American the Hope Diamond was sold
Washington Post owner Maclean watched horrors unfold
Other household members died, but it was Maclean’s son
Ten years old, struck by a car, his Dad’s mind came undone

Ultra-light ray tests caused the mystery diamond to glow
With safety in mind, Hope’s eerie stone found a new home
It remained locked on display in the Smithsonian
Could it be to blame for all that’s wrong in Washington?

Tragedy also tied to raiders of King Tut’s tomb
Perhaps lessons can be gleaned from those who met their doom
Robbing temples, burial sites, outcomes always bad
Greedy souls’ quests for wealth can leave them totally mad

So don’t expect me to purchase a diamond in the rough
Considering this gem’s history, a sandstone’s quite enough


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The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.



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Death is Not the Enemy

I have found myself at the threshold of death on several occasions. Each time I managed to 
look it in the eye, doff my hat and say, “I’ll catch you up the trail.” This is not to say that I 
am some special breed of hombre that casually defies death, for there have been many who 
have gone the way before me and managed the confrontation in heroic decorum. 
Nevertheless, death is not some evil state of being that only the brilliant or daring may defy; 
nor is it a release from the severity of life. If anything, death is the threshold of eternity. Life 
provides all known qualities, conditions, trials and tribulations that we encounter throughout 
the fruition of our purpose.

Oh, death is not the enemy, for life provides our foes, The ills, disease and suffering… the countless other woes; For this is as it was ordained since Earth was yet to be, When life evolved on other planes, the eye will never see. We all embrace our time and grow in body, mind and soul. We foster wisdom, strength and faith, fulfilling every role. Prepared or not, the time will come, our form will waste away, While life goes on, as is ordained by He who plans the way. No, death is not the enemy, an end that one should fear. It’s but a threshold for the soul to doff its mortal gear, While life transcends its bond with Man to dwell forevermore With He, whose force conceived all life and is its very core.


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Good Tidings

It's twelve days before Christmas, Love, and I am sitting here,
the hearth fire is burning bright, but on my cheek they're tears.
I hold the conch shell to my ear and call for you my dear.
Out across the briny deep a tempest cries beware.

The entry hall is full of garland, pine, spruce and mistletoe
The mirrors are all draped with ribbons, the brass all aglow
I hold the conch shell to me ear and stare out at the snow
remembering our last parting, I begged you not to go.

"Captain" said I "can you not see you take my heart from me?"
In his hand I placed a lock of hair, and a mustard seed.
He handed me a pearly conch shell from the Isle of Capri,
and bid me listen for his love song from the Southern Sea.

For twelve days, I've climbed stairs to the widows walk on high,
I clasp the token to my chest and search the sea near-by
So sad, yet sweet the mermaids sang, they of sailor's gone by.
They sang in sympathy, a song of longing with breathy sighs.

The cliff fires burn so bright now, he's coming on the tide.
The church bells are ringing now, soon they'll at anchor lie.
Had he heard me, had he called, had it been a dream I scryed?
T'was Christmas Eve and in the snow, he's landing with the tide.


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What Where Who

What, Where, Who

If I where asked the what, where, who
That drives me to write poetry
I’d say that if I only knew
I’d leave right now this misery

But I’m afraid I’m not the sort
To answer in straight fashion
I have to offer my retort
With words of heartfelt passion

For just the other day I found
Encounter gave me food for thought
Soon the words they were outbound
Jumbled as they rushed and fought

Though ne’er the less inspired me
To battle on my way
Look toward the end and see
Which words I could display

Confess do I quite openly
That I am ignorant
Of  poetry’s technology
Coz grasp it I just can’t

I wouldn’t know a what’s it called
From a what’s its name
In my mind won’t stay installed
Confusion is its game

But I somehow, find I can
Muddle through at best
Organise a crafty plan 
And set my brain the test

For out there I see loneliness
Suffering and pain
A world in turmoil and distress
That cannot stake its claim

I look for every trait in man
Into the soul I stare
At his betrayal and flim-flam
Also the ladies fair

Dear love will always be there
And so will Demon war
And my thoughts on these I’ll share
Of that you can be sure

Laughter I would hope to bring
Sadness sometimes to the fore
Of natures forces I will sing
The list goes on galore

Yes I will write throughout the night
With hope to de-confuse
I’ll try to offer some insight
By giving up my muse

So now you know the what and where
But what about the who
Inspiring people are out there
Who knows - it could - be you 

And what about that misery
I spoke of up above
Well, I gave that up for music
Of the poetrysoupers love x




        
           






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Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)


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The Birds Begin

Despite the black, the birds begin
To call the light unto the day,
Persistent songs remind the Sun
To send the stars upon their way.

There's hope in this which I admire:
The birds trust what they're yet to see,
I know I trust you just the same,
And always will, unfailingly.


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I Planted a Lily

I planted a lily
A long time ago,
And was given the chance
To watch the plant grow.

I'm sorry to say,
That chance I refused.
A delicate flower
Should not be abused.

It needs to be nurtured 
With plenty of sun.
Not shoved in the darkness
Where damage is done.

I planted a lily.
I hope you can see.
That without my presence
A flower's set free. 


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Hopes and Wishes



A wish is hope, all dressed up
A heart that needs to sing...
And I have 3 songs  today,
Hopes and wishes, that I bring...

I wish  yesterday was today
So I could change some things...
I seem so much wiser now,
A different song I'd sing...

I wish I had the power
To make my fellows see...
That hate wont set the table,
But love is always free

I wish that I could write a poem
That everyone would read...
Something with a message,
To plant a fruitful seed

We all would like to think
That magic might come our way...
And that some Genie just might grant,
Our hopes and wishes for today


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The Worry Dolls

There is a tiny box of dolls
On the shelf by my bed
Each doll is for one worry that
May swirl inside my head

The box was given to me by
A friend, whom I adore
It started me to wondering
Just what is Worry for?

Does it serve any function as 
I purpose through each day?
Will it relieve my deepest pain
Or guide me on my way?

Can it lesson my misery 
Would it minimize strife?
And, will it add one single hour
To the end of my life?

The answer to my question is
Of course, "NO", it cannot!
So, Worry has no place in me
No victory it's wrought

The dolls-- I'll keep them anyhow
And use them differently
I'm sure my good friend wouldn't mind
A new idea, you see:

I'll pluck each miniature doll
From its box every night
And thank the Lord for giving me
A more eternal sight

Yes, with each petite figure I
Shall count one blessing too
And pray before I sleep that He'll
Make anxious hearts like new!


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Where The Rainbow Ends

Often I dream of better days
Where it was not so hard to cope
A place where there is peace of mind
And the streets are full of hope

The anger that I feel inside
With days of being stressed
The hurt, the pain, the sorrow
Can all be laid to rest

A place where I can find that peace
Surrounded by family and friends
Maybe that is the pot of gold
That lies where the rainbow ends.


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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 will Beat for You

If I could be the blanket, 
That kept your body warm.
I’d be right beside you,
Weathering every storm.

I’d shade you from the sun,
And hold you in the rain.
My chest would be the pillow,
As I eased away your pain.

You’d never have to worry,
And feel unloved again.
You’d never feel the cold,
Within the bed I’m in.

You’d always have a smile,
I’d never, do you wrong.
And right beside my heart, 
You rightfully belong.

All I do is whisper,
And hope you hear it too.
No matter where I choose to go,
My heart will beat for you.


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Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”
 


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If I Can Make You Feel

Although some are blessed with healing powers,
I can only offer comfort to you.
At your side I’ll be in your darkest hours
when your greatest hopes and dreams go askew.

Of monetary wealth I have little,
just concern, uplifting words to impart.
Feelings of trust are my best transmittal
when you feel crushed and your world falls apart.

For some it seems that friendship is fleeting,
but a commitment is what I can make.
As long as my true heart is beating,
take my unwavering hand when you shake.

If I can make you feel self assurance
when others have abandoned you in plight,
then count on me smiling -- a hope-filled glance --
a nonjudgmental friend who’ll not indict.



*Entry for Brian's "6-16” contest


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Jingle Bells

Christmas shopping I will go
Red kettles at department stores
Sidewalks covered in snow
Bell-ringers spreading Christmas joy

Volunteers bring Christmas cheers
Give a dollar or two or more
For the needy the bells ring clear
Red kettles need to be filled

Goodwill is in the air
Giving donations is what it's about
For those in despair
It's the Christmas sharing and giving part


"Jingle Bells" for Kim's contest


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Epilogue of Love

To have lived not being loved at all -

hunchbacked like a question mark-

your soul continuously on parole

imagine beauty in the dark


Perhaps we passed each other in the speed

of different trains colliding with the time

in one - abandoned newborn girl in need

the other - useless vagabond and wine.


Was it your Soul who shook the Jacaranda tree

and made it burst and rain with purple fairies?

Or just a whispered cry within the depth of me -

too much horizon and no space for prairies...


Imagine beauty in the dark

When wings demolish walls of sorrow

I'll die again an injured lark

Reborn in Phoenix bird tomorrow.

www.scripca.com


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My Precious Angel

My Precious Angel


My precious little angel
in Gods' loving care
how often I have grieved for you
wishing you were here.

I had a fleeting glimpse of you
before you went away.
I knew I had to say goodbye
you were too small to stay.

For though you grew inside of me
you were not mine to keep
God called you to his loving arms
now there you gently sleep.

Briefly were you with me
yet I loved you from the start
and now forever you will be
engraved within my heart

and in the shelter of Gods' love
I know you will remain
never to know suffering,
heartache, loss and pain.

I'll find my comfort in my faith
until my days here end.
Then through Gods' sweet salvation
we will unite again.


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There Goes Your Life

There goes your life
Ain't ya gonna get it?
It's gonna pick up speed
Ain't ya gonna stop it?

I don't know where it's going
But it doesn't look so great
I think you better stop it
Before it gets too late

I think you ought to slow it down
Before it gets in a crash
Think of what may lie ahead
And don't do anything else rash

There goes your life
I hope that it can swim
I hope that nothing too bad comes
Because of your sudden, stupid whim

There goes your life
You set it on it's way
Now ain't ya gonna catch it?
Or shall we close our eyes and pray?


April 2010


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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



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The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say




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Somebody to Love

When you open your eyes, will you see me?
Can we understand, this was meant to be?
I know that we both could use some love,
My heart flutters, likes wings on a dove.

When you close your eyes will you remember,
Sitting by the fire on that cold December.
Realize the flame that burns in my heart,
Take my hand, I’ll show you the part.

When you are frustrated and feel alone,
Take my hand, I’ll walk you home.
We can star gaze and make a wish,
As time flies by, we hear this swish.

When you’re alone and going to sleep,
Do you pray to God, for your soul to keep?
Will you receive that gift from above?
All you may need is somebody to love…


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FORGIVE ME


I have learned the hard way that people aren't always what they seem,
They look you in the eye, shake your hand, then take you to the cleaners.
It's been many a year that I have thought on this theme,
Ever since I was one of those who got caught by these schemers.

It would not be so bad if we could just open our eyes to see,
That they have no ones interest in anything but their own.
Perhaps that is the way it was and always will be,
At least until we have had that experience in our lives sown.

It is difficult to learn to trust anyone who comes to you,
Since you now look at everyone with a skepticism and mistrust.
But, there is one hope in all of this to take away that jaded view,
A hope that has always lain before us in the dust.

It was preached to us in many a form and style,
The Bible, Koran, other great works of religious zeal.
We have had the words written down for quite a while,
Yet, I wonder if those of us who read them really feel.

The great commandment to love God with your whole being,
Has been a message that comes through the ages.
And to love one's neighbor as you do yourself has more meaning,
Only if we try...for this is the yardstick by which the Lord gauges.

As for those who take advantage of others who cannot see,
I feel sorrow for them...for they have lost touch with life.
They may have great wealth, or possessions, or think they're happy,
But the Lord will meet out His justice to them for causing others strife.

As for me, it seems I have been on a long journey and I'm tired,
Tired of watching these villains prey and profit on the ones with naivete and weakness.
Preying on the young, the old, the sick, and those who aspired...
I was once a victim, but have now can only offer forgiveness.

It has taken a long time for me to reach this end,
As I once was so consumed by the sting of the hurt and anger.
On reflection, the only one who was hurt by my not wanting to mend,
Was me...my loved ones...my family...places where I no longer linger.

I write this now because it seems a necessity for me,
To express my feeling and thoughts on a life that was truly dead.
And to you who read this I have but one plea,
Say a silent prayer for my forgiveness from the Lord, when you bow your head.


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Vagrant Promises

Per chance, Madame, you will be kind 
Please, can you spare me, but a pence?
I wish to eat and, too, I thirst.
I must now pay my rent.

Per chance, dear sir, you will be kind
Please, can you spare me, but a shilling?
I promise not to drink it down
Nor, at the track, a killing.

Can someone please assist me now
For I’ve seen to have lost my way?
I promise, if you help me now
I’ll return the deeds someday.


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Orange Little Ball

An orange little ball,
Tattered and torn to bits,
No longer does it fly straight,
Its course lost, its path in fits,

An orange little ball,
Sad within its cracks and in its creases,
Faded bumps, its lost its grip,
It now falls to pieces,

Orange little ball,
Come to death smiling,
Never live just to die,
Happiness lives in and amidst the crying,

Orange little ball,
Wipe the tears away,
There is peace to be found,
In and amongst the fray.


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He was Just a Little Boy

I was born unto this world
A little boy called James
I was just like all the rest
Who in the playground played normal games

I knew my life was in trouble
By the time I reached the age of five
My mother had so many friends
I wondered why I was alive

The kids all used to laugh at me
In my short trousers and bloodied knees
If only they had known
What was going on, in the inside of me

Would they ever know
Why a mother would put you down
And pretend that your not there
As another arrives from out of town

Have they ever wondered
To go to school with clothes unwashed
Sleep on a concrete floor
While your Mother's comfortably sloshed

Do they ever stop and wonder
What happens around them day by day
They can't, because they are young like me
When all they want to do is play

My teens are around the corner
To secondary school I go
I survive and I get wiser
As I intend my life to flow

As we travel down life's highways
When we are born they are seldom written
You know the roads you want to take
For inside you, your internally smitten 




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The Rain Effect

The rain outside my door
Its talk, a calming effect
Upon my restless spirit, implores 
the need to reflect.

The rain, drenching the moors
Its pounding upon rocky crests
Like the clapping of hands, soars
Upon the senses, dissolving stress.

The rain inviting me outdoors
Its plead to leave the comfort of concepts
Exchanging the warmth of safe indoors
For the dramatic cold of clarity, intercepts.

The rain, cleansing a downpour 
Its relentlessness stripping the walls erected
Around the damaged heart, explores
Upon new possibilities, wider directed.

The rain, beckoning a force
Its puddles upon my feet impress
With childlike laughter, a dance extorts
Revving the spirit, the genuine soul expressed. 


By CarolineCécile
copyright © 02.06.10


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Give me this Water

There's a place under the sun-which provide shade for
everyone. Where is this place! not in a place of refuge, but
stored within yourself-providing an overflowing river of ever-
lasting prudentcy too anyone?... If you feel it - Shout! "Give me
this Water".
       This dampsel in this story come's at the point were absolute
direction was needed and finds herself speaking to the Messiah-who
would provide her with direction and deep quinching thirst for proph-
etic neccessities to get one's life in order. "Give me this water", are 
you at that point now? right now, whereas the decision you've made
has brought you upon that crossroad of your life.  A life whereas we're
sleeping with anyone, most times the wrong one, all looking for love
and emptiness has mis-lead us to become complacent and a nation
of unprotective boom-mer's has emerged and our live's has no order.
    Jesus say's - I will give you water, water that will provide fulfillment
of Place & Grace. Running to the next town she tells everyone come-
meet this man who has told me everything of my past and of myself.
This-this man-for he must be the Messiah, he speaks to me about a
special water, that shall be an atonement unto his Kingdom.  These
folk's come from all the places north of the border. Together we all
shout!  "GIVE ME THIS WATER".


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Grief

Let sway the hammock's bend; embrace its flight
Avast! My soul, transcend
T'is toil shall pass, woe will end
Amidst the torment, ascend!


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I, Migrant

The Lady of Liberty looks me in the eye.
I am tempest-tost, and welcome reliant.
I pass at her feet, yet gaze at torch high:
Soon to be standing on the shoulders of giants.


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Song Bird

If I were a song bird
I'd soar on feathered wing
to light upon your window sill
my song for you I'd sing.

Each note I'd fill with tenderness
as much as I employ
if you would let me sing for you
I'd fill your heart with joy.

If I were a song bird
to you I'd sing my story.
If it would fall on willing ears
my sad heart would know glory.

Each note infused with sweetness
I would sing with all my heart
the songs you have inspired
right from the very start.


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Life Unexpected

I sat quietly weeping 
My womb forever sleeping
No baby ever to grow there in.
Doctor says that I am barren.

Years go by I try to cope.
Lovers leave there is no hope.
Strange these flutters in my belly.
Sick so sick, everything is so smelly.

Flutters turn to kicks and wiggles.
Labor pains, and I have the giggles.
Husband standing by my side.
Now four children are my pride.


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THE CONTEST WINNER

I have entered many poetry contests
to display my best...an amazing number of sixty or more,
only one of my poems has won first place;
poets are like enduring athletes who fight to the very core! 
 

One big hurray goes to myself for the first win,
congratulations to the other participants
who are on the top of that list, or have been
awarded Honorable Mentions for their efforts!  


When my poem doesn't make it to the finalists's list,
I don't feel discouraged, I brazen out the doubt and try again;
even Lance Armstrong, with his skills, can't always win his race,
and the trophy must be given to someone else!


I rejoice when some of the chosen poets appear 
on the winners' list; I am happy for their accomplishment,
and into a word-restricted message's box I gladly comment
on their poetry...with the insight of an achiever!


And for those whose names never made it as previously thought,
I honestly tell you, from experience, not to be a bit discouraged...
your time will come when your enthusiasm will require a big shout;
never put the word, " Winner " to rest, write for fun and persist instead! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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I can can see for miles

I hoped that bird could have stayed,
It’s cloaked behind decisions I’ve made.
A few feathers and sand, the price is paid,
As they slip away the memory fades…

One of the feathers I use to write.
It grants me vision where there was no sight.
A beacon to guide me out of the night,
I shall squeeze by, though it’s rather tight…

The words it reveals become part of me,
These sunken eyes still can see.
With a wing and a prayer I shall be,
The words in turn shall set me free…

One day I wish and hope to fly,
Sometimes the moment just passes by.
I know that I must, so I will try,
This is when I soar through the sky…

Meanwhile time passes through my fingers.
Everything’s gone only a little taste lingers.
Still with my friends I can’t help but smile.
From way up here, I can see for miles…


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Childlike Faith

A child believes many things,
Especially what he is told.
People usually stop believing
When they think that they are old.
Why this is, I don't quite know;
For in my youth, I can't say,
Maybe they stop trusting in life
When they find their hairs are grey.
Or perhaps they are saddened when
They feel they've been betrayed
When they learn that life is far too short
Despite how much they've prayed
But there is hope to which I cling
That as I age, I wish to achieve:
You're only as old as you feel,
And you feel what you believe.


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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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My heart

My heart is not a poem, you may come
And sit awhile apart from the drowsy day
And measure in silence the sweet sum
Of all I am to him in him when I pray

My heart is not a poem, do not read
My lips for syllables sly in sentences
That ever mask our inherent need
It's too naked for pride and pretences.

My heart is not a poem, I'm a man
Simple in form and capable only of love
When you come, bring not a plan
But come to give freedom to this dove.


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Kindness from Another

The wind swept fate upon her door 
As the ship broke against the rocks
Her house, just off the beach’s crest
Overlooked the sea and its docks

With a sound of thunder, his fate met
As stone broke through the ship’s wood
Sheer devastation, his crew all lost
He swam as best as he ever could

Reaching the shore, looking to the sea
Breathing deeply, cursing its demise
The captain felt he could have done more
As it sunk to the bottom before his eyes

She peering from a dimly lit room
Felt sorrow for those who suffered this eve
Could see on his face, from a distance, even
That the man on the shore started to grieve

She went to him, with brandy and blanket
Offering solace, maybe some hope on this night
He just watched, he stood and stared
As she wandered closer, as a beacon of light

He turned from the wreckage, cast on the shore
To see then a face, so soft with concern
He felt generosity and again he felt hope
As she, with a smile, relieved raging burn


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AS THE CLOCK OF WAR IS TICKING

AS THE CLOCK OF WAR IS TICKING 
(Let us do whatever we can to stop it!)


As the clock of war is ticking
Broader the smiles of death become
Cause the untimely passing away of souls is thinking
Onto the oblivion’s horrific land!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   02 SEPTEMBER 2013 


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THE SCENT OF WATER


We stand there mumbling side by side, 
so many words that cannot rhyme
no pathway for love to reside,
transparent is the cloak of time.
His  thoughts grow cold that interfere 
with birdsongs through each frozen pause;
that words repeat  but cannot hear
are signs why affection withdraws.

And as we trail of when and where,
the voice of fate calls from behind
misty like the scent of water;
our eyes now heavenly designed
to awaken hope beaming in gold 
as cloudscape spills warm potpourri.
And just before he turns, behold!
He renews our vows of sanctity.


Faye Gibson's The Scent Of Water Contest
7/15/2014


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Beyond vantage point

When the sun disappears from our presence
Hidden away by huge orbs of dark clouds
Spirits become forlorn, emotions tensed
Our focus is lost, and we float about.

As if we just lost our best friend, we mourn
The days when the sun made it all sublime
We could see our life and future far out
Sure, all of our dreams would come true in time.

Suddenly it all disappears from view
Fears enter our being, and hopes are gone
Whisked away by menacing threats of doom
We blame the elements for this let down.

In so doing, we fail to see the truth
That we were made in the image of God
That within us lie the strength, the virtues
And vision to reach beyond our look out.

In truth, the sun shines on, even when shunned
By storm cloud like forces out of its grasp
That oppose its purpose, till once again
It breaks through and in its rays we bask.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.22.11
   


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Blue Balloon

This poem has been deleted due to possible publication.


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That Drop from the Sky

Few Drops from the sky
Like to join a stream
May trickle down the earth
Or vanish in thin air

The journey of life
Know not where you land
Think not of the end
You may never begin

Dream to reach where
You want to end
Take the path
Fear not where you begin

I wish to be that drop
Herald the onset of rain
Seek not any gains
Soothe other’s inner pains

If not reach the goal I choose
I will be the road
Make doable for others
To reach my end


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Never Erased

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


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Who is the wise man

When your deeds are high why worry; keep your heads high

Many may ditch you; few may follow you; if not walk alone

Do not go by what others do; Appreciate not for seeking theirs

Respect is what you earn, futile to solicit it from others

 

Need not follow the disappearing trends, recommend the best

Be the judge for you, respond to criticism; do not hate others

Ignore those who hate you, forget those who own up their mistakes

Guidance is how you seek, who is the wise man? – find them in others

 

The path you walk will be charted by you; expect not from others

When your deeds are high why not keep your heads high

Many may ditch you; few may follow you; if not walk alone

There are many like you, keep walking; the world is bound to follow you.


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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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The Building of a Moment

The value of a precious novelty
it seems is intricate fragility.
Recall special trinkets kept in a hutch
for display only, not opened to touch.

Keepsakes in prison, upheld, unimpaired.
reminder of events  that once were shared.
One is now kept in a glass étagère
collectible curio set there with care.

Awaiting the finding of a misplaced key,
a new piece tempted curiosity.
Too precious to be ignored, my granddaughter
played with it carefully, warned by her mother.

Rejecting caution, which kids oft ignore
she forgot it, leaving it there on the floor.
The next day, her brother found it with his foot.
One piece now  three pieces, broken,  kaput.

Comes precious moment, happening on my watch.
Crying sister faults her brother for her botch
who then returns accusations with blame.
Common occurrence, accompanied by shame.
 
Moment develops as we find the glue.
Are there chips still missing?  We find a few.
Together,  three of us talk as we work.
Accountability comes with its perks.

The most precious of moments in history -
when that collectible met surgery.
Years later it stands tall, gathering dust
priceless symbol of joint effort and fuss.


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They Said

They said you may not make it,
They said it couldn’t be.
You may not leave the hospital,
May never come home with me.

A baby born this soon,
Is too small to make a sound.
So, don’t expect to hear him cry,
Like the healthy babies around.

You showed them from that moment
That you had other plans.
You came into the world crying,
Kicking, moving your hands.

Then, they said it would be tough,
And they couldn’t have been more right,
But you proved you were strong enough
And showed how you could fight.

They said your brain was damaged,
 You may never talk, or see.
But, now you babble for hours,
And quickly reach for me.

They said you may not walk,
Or ever learn to crawl,
And I can’t keep from smiling,
As you disprove them all.

They that said it was doubtful
You would walk away untouched.
But I stayed ever hopeful,
For the child I loved so much.

See, Mommy never doubted,
I knew right from the start.
My thoughts were often clouded,
But I listened with my heart.

I heard a constant voice
Saying, “It’s not up to them
Hold strong your faith, I have a plan,
And a special one for him.”

You are child of God,
A miracle from above.
Sent to prove His mercy,
And the power of His love.





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The pursuit of happiness

The pursuit of happiness and where this journey leads,
You may not get what you want but you shall fill your needs.
Every little junction provides a different route to go.
If you choose wisely happiness becomes what you know.

The destination before us is not always very clear.
The road becomes dark as it is tainted by fear.
There seems so many decisions not sure of which are right.
When you choose the right path happiness is then in sight.

All the choices we make determine the path we take.
The love that you give will equal the love you make.
All the good and bad becomes part of who we are 
Bridging the distance to places that were too far.

One day your eyes just open, you see how far you’ve come.
The future looks quite bright as we stand out in the sun.
The pursuit of happiness lives inside of every heart.
It is much like a circle the end becomes the start.

Just when you thought the journey might be through.
You will find there’s so much more that you have to do.
The world keeps on spinning and always there is change.
Just around the next corner, happiness is now in range.


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Amidst their Wilderness of Blue

I remember the day as I stood on the pier
From beyond the point the trawler drew near
Weeks away amidst their wilderness of blue
A crew so brave in their quest to do

Berthing was simple as they had done so before
As I await in anticipation where the fish are stored
Basket after basket, many species graced with ice
Their quota now declared as they await the best price

Smiling faces now radiate all around
So successful from their new found fishing grounds
To their local they celebrate their catch
Back home safely in family attach

On this day as I stand on the pier
Beyond the point no trawler draws near
Weeks away amidst their wilderness of blue
A crew so brave, back on land worries grew








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-15.php


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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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A New Day is Born

Another evening disappears into the past My world still revolves, my life still a blast For tomorrow I'll awake and witness another dawn Not everyone gets a chance to see a new day born <*>


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How Dreams are Born at Fifteen

Fifteen days of living I blew bubbles
Bubbles pearlescent in the sun
In hope and love I blew you bubbles
Ephemeral, floating, glorious sun loved bubbles.

In my act of creation, exhale air
Life held close in the bubbles 
Uh-whoo, uh-whoo, here’s life to live
I blew you bubbles for you to catch.

Leap and snatch we played bubbles
Bubbles so airy we can hold and spray
A bubbly world of shimmery beings
Floating in the wind of our wake.

And at the end of the pliant and fun filled day
We dreamed of bubbles, leaping for bubbles
Watery, airy bubbles floating, flaring and caught
and held within our hand a bubble, a bubble  smashed.

And oh how silly we seemed to break our play
Open up our hand, find within a pearl
A soft shimmery white pearl of life
And let it fly away, in the breeze, like our dream, free.


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Cherish

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


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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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Thank You Lofty Hearts

There have always been those with lofty aspirations, And then, there are those with the more lofty hearts. The first may seek to build with donations, But the second will dig in to do their part. Lofty hearts will help their neighbors. They will be there for moral support. They will always bend to do the labor, That will cut the time of need, to short. They are careful to nurture the elderly, Then so very protective of the young. They handle emergencies so expertly, As their song so often goes unsung. But a thank you is always in order, If we would only open our eyes. For as they dissipate the disorder, They bring thankful tears to the souls who cried. Thank you for your heart Thank you for easing the pain. And Thank You for easing those cries, With the hope and love that your lofty heart contains. Dedicated to my fathers neighbors Judy and John Who were the first responders to help save him from the dark.


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Moments

I've had so many moments in life
full of love, loss, hope and strife, 
never have I fully lived as I do now
with loneliness my only pal.

I feel the earth as it moves on
toward the setting of the sun,
when all of life has gone away
no more night only the day.

God the Father on the throne
never more to be alone,
heavenly angels sing above
always peace, hope, and love.


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"Hope" - A Star For Me

When parents don't have a choice and die
And all alone survive the loss
As I lie down to sleep at night 
They send in dreams... A Star For Me...

When Motherhood gets disappointing
And all alone survive the loss
I borrow scissors from my heart
With trembling hands I cut... A Star For Me

When trains don't stop and soul mate's gone
And all alone survive the loss
I row my boat on lakes with moons,
I jump and catch reflections of... A Star For Me

When I am old, and years fly by
And all alone survive the loss
I won't be sad, would even smile
As I lie down, a final sight... 
                                  ...A Star For Me...               


For John Heck's Contest "Blink"                 

www.scripca.com


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The Echo of a Soul

The Echo of a Soul 
By Andrew Weeden 

In the windswept hills of vibrant green, 
Here I sit at your lonely grave. 
The bright flower that made my heart beam, 
Is the wilted flower I could not save.  

From the beginning I did not know, 
I was oblivious from the start; 
Cancer’s blade cut away your happy glow 
And would thrust to pierce my very heart.  
 
Consumed in the darkness of raging anger, 
Ten years I stand alone in the rain. 
With death no longer a distant stranger; 
My only companion in the storm of pain.  

Now it seems no one remembers, 
But you did not cease to be. 
Your spirit still burns in glowing embers 
And lives inside the fire in me.  

The storm is passing; I finally see its end. 
Happiness smiles again and shakes me to my core.  
I realize every time I lift my pen 
My Grandma speaks once more! 

Reflections of your love 
Weave tapestries in time. 
As a singing mourning dove, 
Your words whisper in my mind. 

So though you had to go, 
You remain in your begotten; 
As an echo of a soul, 
Gone but not forgotten. 


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New hope at dawn

The soft light of the morning sun
Has ended the moonless nightspan
There is no worries to be had
yesterday's wars no more at hand.

I stand in the new dawn's birthlife 
With the clarity of your grace
Within the fibers of my life
The future's taken a new face.

It is no longer sad and gray
Gone are the clouds of rain and grail
It is no longer the shade of black
For the night's hopelessness has failed.

My heart has turned up a beat
As you have come across my way
Let this new delight our soul seal
That we walk hand in hand always.

By CarolineCecile
copyright © 08.07.11


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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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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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The Door Was Locked

The door was locked
Why do you sit and cry?
Search for the keys
It will open for you

The door was locked
Why don't you move ahead?
Go find another
Many are open for you

The door was locked
So what the hell?
Break open the door
The power lies with you

The door was locked
Never say again
Whatever the answer
The choice is upto 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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Respect

I hope I didn’t lose respect From any person who did read Of my hopeless nightmare impact A horrible day shown indeed Please understand I didn’t mean Terrible life implications It may show that I am unseen Worthless being indications But I tried to do what was right I lose, no matter how I look But please do not hate me tonight For I did suffer as I hurt She did do this to me that day I don’t lie just for attention It happened just as I did say The nightmare keeps its retention I hope I didn’t lose respect For telling my day of terror I’m not weak though as you inspect It seems I am just in horror Maybe telling my day of fright Just wasn’t the best thing to do Sat in tears when I wrote that night Telling of my nightmare to you I hope I didn’t lose respect From all you precious friends out there I meant well, tried not to infect Wanted you to see I do care
Russell Sivey


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Games

How much longer do I keep playing games?
I thought this was over and done.
I'm not sure I can keep this going
I know I should have cut and run.

I seem to have gotten a little confused
the ground rules seem unclear.
I'm not sure I know what I want
or where I go from here.

I say my prayers for some clarity
in the hope I can see some sense
I try to make decisions
no more sitting on the fence.

It's one thing knowing what must be done
it's another to want to start
but going round in circles
wrecks havoc with mind and heart.

I just hope the light goes on
so I can clearly see my way
but something seems to pull me back
and this game again I play


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Falling of the Edge of the World

I travelled into my thoughts
To somewhere I've never been
The horrors that awaited me
Took me to our human extreme

I cried when I looked through
The windows of our past
And marvelled at what she gave us
I was left in total aghast

In the year two thousand and six
Seven hundred and eighty four
That graced the lands we borrow
Were shown the extinction door

The Tasmanian Devil never nasty
To the Wolves that roamed Alba's land
The Dodo so strange a bird
Were in natures future plans

Twenty eleven now awaits us
Whilst us humans continually strive
Nine hundred and five is now the total
That will never be found alive

Us humans, before we go to sleep
Their falling of the edge of the world
But hey! we'll never change
We're ignorant, and incredibly absurd









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-13.php


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i love you too

i tried to love you 
and i knew it was a mistake
you do so many things
that i knew i couldn't take

try to change someone
what gave me that ideal
it was when you said you loved me
but that was the way you lived

i never was foolish
and i saw through all the lies
i even saw emotions
that would complicate our lives

real love real love
that is what i had for you
but when payday rolled around
that when you began your abuse

but i wasn't the fool
you thought i was
i had my limit
i knew where to stop love

i knew how to say 
this game is over
i'm not going to play
or cross over the boarder

this thing that you are
that you can not stop
it takes away love
all that you've got

it took it from you
it took it from me
it took it from your brother 
and sisters i've never seen

and here i am
i tried to help you out
but when you needed me the most
i turned into a louse

sorry, mean ole terrible me
you said "i love you"
and now i've said i love you back
love is a terrible thing when it's just an act



(by john and stephanie) but this is not a collaboration


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Times

All those crazy nights, you watched over me
All the times I’ve turned my back, you still tried
All the times people tried to get me to see
All the times I’ve hurt you, you probably cried

All the times I’ve gave up, you provided hope
All the times that I’ve been scared, you eased my fears
All the times that I’ve been sad, you helped me cope
All the times that I’ve cried, you wiped away the tears

All the times that you could have let me go
All the times that you could have not been by my side
Yet all those times you loved me so
Yet all those times you’ve been my guide

I remember those times you held my hand
Those times when you were my only friend
I remember those times you helped me stand
Those times when you were there till the end

I sit here in the pew remembering these
Times I was foolish, times that were bad
I’m so thankful you didn’t give up on me
And for this I am forever glad


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Blind

In a calm black
Darker than darkness
I'm perfectly blind
With ignorance to confess

All there is that I can sense
Is the movement of my chest
I can hear and imagine
Nothing besides my breath

This place is unfamiliar
Yet I've been here many times
The same color, the same silence
You'd not sense a life or dime

Although the lack of light
Would seem to impend doom
Somehow I feel infinite hope
As if it thrives in this dark room

I want my eyes to open
But they stay closed for unknown reason
I long for a flicker of light
In this black so cold, so freezing

I hope and I hope for a sight to come
What I'll see, I don't know
All I know is I'm blind to the future 
And all I have for it is hope


March 2010


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Dear Teacher

Am I just another creature?
Thriving hard to make a future?
Beyond what can undergo suture
Thoughts have almost my heart rupture

No my dear you are special
With no thought of being partial
Who has got so much potentials
That you’ve displayed from initial?

Why have I not come top in all I do?
Why hasn’t anyone asked to know who?
When I put my potentials all through
Except, sometimes, just you

Bother less on those, my dear
They have all, their own fears
Of a genius who’s so much near
That will with them this glory share

I hope not to forget who I am
For I hope to do great with these arms
To reach wide even to those in farms
Yet not to have a soul by it harm

It’s great to think less of persons
Just do your things in its right season
Without a thought of selfish reason
And their thoughts shall be to them a prison


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Renew on the Serengeti

The rains in fall on the Serengeti lands
It's impending approach is in natures plans
From barren to lush bringing droplets of pure
Seasonal they are, but will it remain her renewing cure

For we treat her lands so bad, so mean we don't console
Will we ever understand to our neglect that we extol
There will be a day, when these vast expanses turn to dust
And humans and their wants, will turn their iron into rust

We have to take a stand, before it's all to late
And sit around the mediating table before we reach hell's gate
Decisions for the good to be made for our futures kin
As the heads of State's shake hands, from this room within





Inspired by Wilma Neels poem "Renewal" ty.








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php





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Clouds up in the sky

Thoughts swirl around like clouds in the sky.
I am surrounded by a world much larger than I.
I close my eyes and then I’m up in that cloud,
As the clouds part it’s like lifting a shroud.

I see down below, all appears so small,
Visions of crashing, hope I don’t fall.
I drift and swirl and then it’s not clear,
Maybe my fate grabbed the wheel to steer?

Night clouds move in as it gets dark,
Shadows appear tainting my heart.
A cloud makes a shining light go out,
Shadows become this sea of doubt.

Thoughts seem to change just like the clouds, 
Truth and light arrive hope they’re allowed.
I can’t break free as my mind goes numb,
All seems to be lost so I want some.

The clouds get thicker and I can’t see,
Although the future is right before me.
Maybe my thoughts just get in the way?
Yesterday joins in as a part of today.

The clouds swirl in circle like a merry-go –round,
They sneak right up on you without even a sound.
Some clouds disappear but soon they return,
I look for the answer around the next turn.

The clouds part and the sun comes back,
I find myself getting back on track.
Thoughts flow freely through my head,
I open my eyes and rise instead.


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As I Open My eyes

 
I wander through this world and I do get lost,
Though I become aware of what this all cost.
Sometimes the pieces do not always fit,
Sometimes I can’t see from this place I sit.

As the light retreats I wonder where it went.
Nothing returns from all messages I sent.
The stars and the moon shine so bright.
They seem like a reminder, now it is night.

Tail lights vanish into the dark night
 Once in view, but now out of sight.
Things disappear that were once so clear,
As darkness surrounds I am left with my fear.

A beacon of hope seems to guide me through. 
I awake this morning to a day that is new.
I hope and pray, the sun will shine,
To warm my soul, so I will feel fine.

So many things seem to get in the way.
But I am just glad to wake up today.
Maybe after time all will seem right.
My future’s before me, the sun shines bright.

I realize I am not bound to any course.
I feel some sorrow and find the source.
I know that happiness comes from within,
I step to the start yet don’t know where to begin.

Still it seems better than it was yesterday,
I gaze around to find another way.
All that I search for is right before me.
I just open my eyes and then I can see.

It isn’t a mystery I’ve been here before,
As a window closes it opens a door.
I gather the pieces from off of the floor,
My eyes shall see what there is in store.


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Ela Jane at Eight

Cancer has  taken her eye and a lung
also her thyroid gland;
yet she has pluck and fortitude,
it's hard to understand.

Wthout a doubt she is Superclass
and much to be admired.
Her positive approach to life is great
and by all should be desired.


Dedicated to my grandaughter Ela Jane Dushku.

Robert Davidson - A Short Poem, Please.


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Hates' Jungle

Running through flowers in the glen,
Curly hair and golden skin shining,
Beauty  in the sun, fleeing maiden.
Gunshot sounds in the distance blasting.

A new dawn dying to begin.
Her mother lost behind her ... found.
Black ... bound and beaten by madmen.
But Bea ran faster than the hound.

War Between the States had begun.
Her hope soaring like an eagle,
Freedom glaring in the bright sun.
Brightened her way through hates' jungle.


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A New Day





After a restless night I wake
My tangled covers damp with sweat
Trying my best to remember the dream
Knowing its nothing real, and yet...

The sun's first shine is on the wall
And the smell of coffee finds me
Slowly I put my thoughts to rest
The day's possibility now I see ...

The gathered birds are chattering 
Announcing a brand new day
A loving voice calls "Good Morning'
With it, the nightmare fades away.....


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Decisions

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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A little more sleep

Today I awake and see the prices I’ve paid,
All I held dear and wished could have stayed.
I search through the deck for cards to be played,
The fabric of life appears tattered and frayed.

I wonder what this is as I view something new,
I know what’s before me, simply won’t do.
I pick up the pieces and send them to you,
The sun holds its own in a sky that is blue.

I walk to a brook and hear a babbling sound,
Debris comes to the surface, washes up on the ground.
The ripples carry change from the water to the shore,
As they make landfall, I can see what’s in store.

I look once again I believe I’ve been here,
I wonder what’s next as a ripple grows near.
It changes in size as it hits the bank.
I feel like a hostage that must walk the plank.

As I walk out I hope I will be able to swim,
My life flashes by on a prayer and a whim.
I think to myself, is this real what I see?
Step off the plank and I’ll see what will be.

I struggle a while and then float to the top,
I know that these challenges simply won’t stop.
All that I hope comes down to swim or sink,
I realize it all in, the time it takes to blink.

I find myself cast upon some distant shore,
I made it this far because I wanted it more.
All that I knew has vanished in thin air,
Who will hear you when nobody is there?

I start to feel tired so I take a rest.
I may not succeed but I gave it my best.
I close my eyes and count some sheep,
I know I’ll do better with a little more sleep.


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Implode

It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay
Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say
Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State
No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate

Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news
Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view
The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day
Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way

The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black
Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks
Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound
What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds

Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue
From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view
Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone
Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong

The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds
Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead
All through the night, tremors came and went
Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent

I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on
Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone
Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins
Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn

There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park
The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark
Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower
Are we about to witness, another of her powers

Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning
Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning
I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date
It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php


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Fall Garden Clean Up

It is fall clean up in my garden, Lord.
I'm feeling guilty, sad, lonesome and blue.
The grasses and the weeds have over run
The lovely flowers, planted there for you.

Is this a mirror to my life dear Lord?
Have all my kinder deeds been overcome
By ugly thoughts and hurting acts and words?
Wild dandelion crowds out chrysanthemum?

Forgive me, Lord, if I have failed to tend
My garden in the manner that I should.
I'd claim the days I spent so foolishly
And use them more gainfully if I could.

Now that I'm in the autumn of my days,
I hope to take each day I have in store
And spend each precious second of that time
More usefully than I have done before.

Now as I pull each baneful weed and grass,
Removing each intruder one by one,
I hope to stand before you judgment day
Well kept, weed free, with all my gardening done.

By Joyce Johnson


For Constance a Rambling Poet's "I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart" contest

Inspired by her "Working in The Garden" poem on page 7 of her file


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Collaborating In the Clouds

New Year Resolutions are fine, But they’re just not enough So I say a prayer to the Big Boss When what I want is tough For the year of two thousand and twelve I said a short prayer In hopes of getting the help I need from the boss way up there “Dear God, I wouldn’t ask for this, If it was just a whim. Please give me a fat bank account And a body that’s slim” “Last year I prayed for the same thing But it was all in vain This year be careful, Dear God, and don’t Get them mixed up again! “Well my son you don’t understand I heard both of your prayers And what you asked for, was not ignored It’s just not in my plan”
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Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php



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THESE IMMORTAL WORDS

Its late March and spring has wafted in,
and we await a rebirth of that distant love...
we wished had, somehow, blossomed in us to allow
a fiery passion overwhelm us as darkness kicked in.


From that memorable day, our young faces shone:
we foresaw a happy future, if only destiny had been kinder
and granted us that desire before it was gone...
why did we vainly wait for moments so impossible and divine? 


Within this diary's small pages, I seal with deep regret
these immortal words that have become us instead...
we who weren't afraid of confessing to whomever read
them and understood the obstacles we had encountered.


It's late evening and raindrops erase the vision that enchanted me,
and easily stirred by a sad emotion I recall our wounded vanity...
we shouldn't have let distance destroy our dream, the dream of being together;
now, all that's left are these immortal words that other lovers should remember.  


Written by Andrew Crisci for Constance's contest, " The Diary "

















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Seeds of Promise

Same story told in sad famished pupils, Every effort given as hunger pangs thrive. A mother lays her head pondering tomorrow, Wondering if her child is dead or alive. Creative souls full of epic promise, Born in this bag of epidermal atrophy. Pondering the generations next meal, An epidemic disaster, true catastrophe. With chins resting on weary knees; Abdomen bloating with hope. Perched on plains of poverty, Atop death’s plank, they cope. Flies attack moistened eyes, Tears struggle to find their streams. Starving spirits anticipate rain, Living on dehydrated dreams. Creative souls full of promise, Seeds planted in thirsty sands. Yearning to bloom as beautiful flowers, In a garden of arid lands. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sami Al-khalili's "A Piece of Bread Please" Contest


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the poor man's hope - recited

The artiste's window gradually falling down
Holds the view of the prince's throne and crown
The ordered maidens, freely, the palace roams
Like leaves in autumn, dry, litter the roads

 “Fall on your wounded knees and withered faith”,
The new king speaks into the poor man’s face.
“I precede you on earth, would still up there”
And thus! The pauper’s hope replaced with fear.

The painter’s canvass slowly would make sense,
But only after seeming meaningless.
Instructed strokes of exotic brushes -
- All well worked by the artist’s lines in crossing.

In turns and shifts, swift swings and bad skitters,
Thorns and arrows pour down like blizzard in winter.
They pour upon him like a war ground victim
Even when all evil should be out of season.

1/27/2013
i just had to enter
Still life’s vile tenderness unfolds a new trick,
Of all things on earth, he was the “lucky” pick,
It never fails to be true to him each time,
- Without him having to pay a wee dime.

Would pass the night wherever it found him,
Bypass, Roadside, however, he’d rest still.
He’d greet the dawn with his ominous tear,
And string some words into one in pray-er.

What life would hold again in a new day?
His dreams, through pain, can board a flight away.
So little he is, inside his meek heart,
Still deprived of all but his meager lads.

The pauper’s tears catch each dust the wheels have cast
The wheels of pride, and guile that would always pass
His wailing voice thrust swords into caring hearts
Calls for heaven (the place), since life on earth’s aghast.


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Amidst a Heathery Hue

Amidst a heathery hue below a towering Ben
A beautiful maiden graces this proud of Highland men
From overseas she sailed her visions now finally clear
She lies before me in witness my heart pounds she is so near

Face to face we are chattering like birds on the wing
My hand she takes to her bosom her heart now starts to sing
Of melodies about love and the wanting of loving arms
No more hurt and sorrow just days full of romantic charms

Future days in blissful awakenings, just as it should be
My arms like canopies of green all wrapped around this loving she
Many kisses and cuddles that anoint this blissful pair
Speechless amidst a heathery hue, for all I can do is stare










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/lorena-2.php


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I Smile

The tables have turned
A new chapter in my book
I was giving up hope
But risked a second look

Strolling into my life
With speckled shoulders and toothy smile
Saves me from it all
Tells me holding on could be worthwhile

A raging, fast current
Leaves me head over heels
Changing souls into fire
Rather than rusting steel

In a look there was love
That had never been spoken
Mending and healing
The things that should never be broken

Life and love just keeps growing
And I’ve stopped biting my tongue
I’m collapsed in a heap of smiles
And I feel fresh air replete my lungs

My heart thumping felicity
Through my once hollow veins
Accepting all of life
And cleaning out the stains

Dancing on my toes
Eager for your lips
That have shown me what’s real
Replaced old life’s script



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Sacrifice

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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Gather Round Kiddies



Gather around all you kiddies Got a wonderful tale to tell Bout people who are always happy As if they're under a spell As spells go this one seems magic Seems like a kind of trance Holding hands and singing out loud Performing a magical dance Some people might think it's evil But I'm here to tell the truth They're really dances of undying love Coz this world sure needs a boost Let's all think only about loving The peoples of every land No matter the language or way of life Let's all of us just join hands Don't listen to all the naysayers Time for a change in thinking It's not who's got the biggest toys Reach out with loving arms linking Some will say I'm just blowing smoke It's too late to make such a change My answer is if we all did nothing Things would still wind up the same So how many of you are with me Raise up your hands and cheer For a world where all nations coexist And peace replaces our fears © Jack Ellison 2013


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Hope is

Hope is like a bird that soars in your soul
Without hope you never feel quite whole.
The soul withers and dies, growing cold
Hope sings a song that can never get old.

Hope is linked somewhat to faith
Providing security, a place that is safe.
Hope can be as vast and open  as the sky
Hope provides reason as the day passes by.

Hope is something that you can’t live without
Without it, you sink into the shadows of doubt.
Hopeless is a feeling when all is lost
Inner peace becomes the final cost.

Hope is something that we all need
It is like food for the soul to feed.
It can disappear as fast as it comes
Nobody can see when hope is undone.


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All that I know

I think of friends, ones I hold dear,
They live in my heart and always are near.
They provide light on days that are dark,
I search for a place to make my mark.

The sun sets, it’s been a long day,
Not enough time seems to get in my way.
I see what is done with much more to do,
I search for truth, but what is true?

Darkness surrounds yet stars guide me home,
When I think of my friends I don’t feel so alone.
I watch as some of the pieces join together. 
The sky is clear, no change in the weather.

I look up at the sky and begin to dream,
Was today really part of the scheme?
Some things change though many are the same,
I wonder if I’m getting any better at this game.


I watch headlights come and then they go,
The red of tail lights is all that does show.
It reminds me of time as it all disappears
With all that has passed I shed a couple tears.

I wonder what’s up above all the clouds.
Is the gateway to heaven what they shroud?
I think of a place much grander than this,
Where beauty is everywhere surrounded by bliss.

I drift back to earth much like a feather.
I try to keep all my thoughts together.
Inside I feel this calmness just grow,
Then it’s revealed all that I know.


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Fallen Angels

So much pain
Innocent lives lost
Separation from spirit
Now evident, the cost

Blame will be easy
Anger, quick to rise
Unite must we all
For peace, no compromise

Understand may we never
What drives such evil minds
Heal must we now
To each other, be kind

Hate may come quickly
Justified by most
Reach out where you can
Turn tragedy to hope

Find in yourself
Strength to carry light
For together we are strong
Brighter future still in sight

Hold tight those you love
Honor those today lost
Be the change you seek
A bridge together, we can cross


* Dedicated to those lost and those left behind – December 14,th 2012 Sandy Hook Elementary School
Newtown, Connecticut *


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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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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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Be my Valentine

Tomorrows the 14th of February
It's just another day for me
I recall when it used to be special
But sadly it's empty for thee

Like last year this day will pass
As so many have before
Again I dream of a lassie out there
Whom one day I'll adore

For out there a lassie exists
To share the Glens and Ben's
Progressing into our future
When we awaken we're more than friends

For if that day should arrive
I'll be the grape tied to the vine
Heart felt sweetness I'll be
As she becomes my Valentine









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-16.php


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Break and Repair

Bah, rake together the bloody pieces,
if you leave them lying about, they stain.
Any good, that memories hold, decreases,
as does future joy you hope to obtain.

Embrace solitary stillness, silence.
Rediscover a solid foundation.
Gladness can thrive in romance’s absence.
Expired connections lead to damnation.

Clean up wretchedness before it bitters
killing chances before you are aware.
Forge yourself into a net that glitters.
Leave the pain and sorrow to just reap air.


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I dreamed...

I dreamed of something silver
Worth its weight in gold
I dreamed I found a necklace
That was something to behold

I dreamed of myself walking
At the end of my tightrope
I dreamed I found a necklace
That would give me hope

I dreamed of rapid changes
So sudden and so right
I dreamed I found a necklace
That would change my life

I dreamed of random chances
And only good fortune
I dreamed I found a necklace
That could only make me grin

I dreamed of consistent smiles
Purely happy harmony
I dreamed I found a necklace
That could cause no misery

I dreamed of a good luck charm
That I would cherish and would toast
I dreamed I found a necklace
But awoke to find a ghost


March 2010


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True Knight

I used to dream when I was new
Of midnight curls, eyes sapphire blue:
Long years ago, it now does seem
When I was new, I used to dream.

I must confess, as dreams are free
I didn't see you wait for me.
My eyes were shut, my heart no less
As dreams are free, I must confess.

Then years flew by; I woke at last
My childhood dreams became my past.
With just three words, a dance, a sigh
I woke at last – then years flew by.

The love I found, it went away;
I lost your hand one sunny day.
It slipped from mine, fell to the ground:
It went away, the love I found.

My strength, my world, I watched it fade,
Those years of light fell into shade.
My body done, my soul unfurled, 
I watched it fade, my strength, my world.

The past is haze but I’m not done;
I linger on: alone, I’m one.
I fear my grief will drown my days,
But I’m not done – the past is haze.

The love we share, it’s all I need,
For though I’m lost, I know you’ll lead.
I’ll follow you and break despair – 
It’s all I need, the love we share.


(a swap quatrain poem for Andrea Dietrich’s 'Swap Quatrains' Contest)


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What effects has covetousness or Greed in our souls

Covetousness or Greed begets 
In our souls unkindness
Dishonesty, deceit
And want of Charity or Love


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Prayer of Sorrow

Lord, please forgive the wrong I do,
Don't let it take me far from you,
Teach me to live, and learn, and pray,
As you wish, dear Lord, today.
Amen.


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What is This?!

I am free
Flying restlessly through the skies
But though my heart is willing, my body weakens 
I must stop for a rest of solitude

I land gently in the water
But something isn't right 
The water feels as if it is thickened
The waves crash around me with a different sound

I look down and see my reflection
But the surface is blackened 
It is not the same
And the awful smell wafts to my nose

Yes, something is definitely wrong
But when I unfurl my wings, I stay
My feet are stuck in the water
And I am very confused

I flap my tired wings trying to escape from here
But then they get covered with something
I don't know what it is but it scares me
I am pinned in the place where I used to be free

My minds spins in a frenzied panic
My feet and wings struggle for freedom
I don't want to be here
Then I start sinking and I feel the goo rising up my neck

My eyes boggle with fear
I struggle harder against the pull
But my attempts sink me lower
And I rest my weary body

I try once more to break free of the stuff
But my tries are in vain
So I rest my beak in the nasty water
Waiting for help, and hoping I don't sleep forever...

In the deep of night I slowly lift my tired head
There is a beacon of light shining in my eyes
And when I am gently lifted to safety
I hear those terrible words

Oil spill


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Just breathe

To what do I owe this sweetest pleasure
Of optimism's grand procession 
When days are weighed then carefully measured
And trials find their hope in recession 

True, there are moments when my heart gives out
Like worn out jeans give way at the knees 
Or cobblestone walkways forfeit their grout
Those fears hang on my heart just to tease 

Then comes the sigh deflating every care
Like a flower blossom seeking the sun
Forgetting the chill of yesterday's night
Growing strong in the warmth as it comes

In the flash of a moment
In the twinkling of an eye
Giving in to the torment
Or rejecting the lie

For every storm runs out of rain
The winds will find their end 
Trials they change as quickly as they came
Such anxiety we need not expend

So here I inhabit optimism 
Like falsehood resides in a lie
Like the doubtless avoids all pessimism 
Just breathe...  All it took was a sigh















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A simple prayer

To God above, I have to find a way,
I drop to my knees and graciously pray.
I know what I mean is not always what I say,
But I pray for your presence to see me through today.

God raise me up I have been down so long,
I can’t be sure but felt like you were gone.
I need some help can you grant me this?
To feel peace again and swim in your bliss.

I’m not much for prayer, yet I do believe.
I need to feel your presence and not for you to leave.
I think about love and want to feel it still,
Just say the words, you know of my will.

I’m not looking for an answer I seek the truth.
I slip to a simpler time , days of my youth.
I want to feel your presence inside of my heart,
The world outside keeps ripping all of this apart.

People tell me to believe and you are always there.
Open up my heart and help me with all I care.
I’ve been waiting for a while, it seems no one is home.
It is hard to feel faith when you stand alone.

I hope that you can hear me I really want to know,
I want to make my peace and have love just grow.
I look up to the heavens and want to see a sign,
Put these demons to rest and learn to feel fine.

God I want to walk with you and ask please,
I want to feel whole so I drop to me knees.
I’m hoping you can be there to rise me up.
To drink once again from eternity’s cup.


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THANK HIM WITH A GRATEFUL, HAPPY HEART

I've felt the warmest and newest sunlight at sunrise,
and welcomed it gleefully with a thankful sigh
at an early hour when nobody seems too alive...
a cardinal with yellow feathers brought me a surprise!


That gorgeous bird was surrounded by butterflies
with colors brighter than wild flowers,
swirled around them, to acccompany them
to my silent doorstep and start his usual, daily hymn.


"Thank him with a grateful, happy heart,
look up and His image will appear among clouds;
and although nobody has ever seen Him but Christ...
believe that He'll reveal Himself to us!"


And who will be the chosen ones from every present race...
when this event will occur? Those who have kept the faith!
So pray and with your gratefulness ever alive, give praise!
That promise can be visualized by the multitudes that wait!   


"Thank Him with a grateful, happy heart,
take along those good friends who have separated themselves
from a worldliness, which kept them apart...
they run to greet Him in the traquil evening to exalt His kindness!" 


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A New Place For Sun



Maybe there'll come a day in the future When tourists flock to Canada for fun They say that Florida will no longer exist Ontario will be the new place for sun Weather patterns certainly changed a lot For about the last decade or two Recent patterns can be a bit unnerving Big changes for me and you Should we assume this is the new norm Just try our best to get used to it Or is it a glitch and we'll soon return To the way it was as kidlets It's what the predictors of global warming Would have us believe to be true I'm skeptical about this dire assessment My thoughts... how about you? It's sure not too late to turn things around With dedication and will of us all So let's get onboard, let's all do our part Let's show 'em and answer the call © Jack Ellison 2013


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The Ladder

I climbed the highest ladder, 
To see what I could see; 
I saw my fellow countrymen, 
Living in poverty

I climbed up even higher, 
Embracing open skies; 
Murder, death and bloodshed, 
Appeared before my eyes

I saw a ruling power, 
The middle class shrank to poor; 
I saw wars and powerful conflicts, 
Standing at our doors

I saw hungry children, 
Here, on our native soil; 
I saw the rich grow richer, 
Thriving on the wealth of oil

I saw separate entities, 
Like thieves in the night; 
They stole away our liberty, 
To strengthen their own might

I saw those who fought in wars, 
While victory spelled defeat; 
Many were hailed as heroes, 
Now homeless on the streets

I climbed above the highest clouds, 
Beyond where eagles soar; 
Our social security famished, 
No healthcare for the poor

Drugs polluted our communities, 
While terrorists stalked their prey; 
Children hated their elders, 
Sunny skies were turned to gray

I saw an exchange in power, 
No yield in government rules; 
Technology dined on the obsolete, 
Our economy stolen by fools

I saw fewer days of promise, 
Though many years of pain; 
The poor are expendable fragments, 
Millions are dying in vain

I climbed as far as I could go, 
To the depths of the galaxy; 
I saw a new beginning, 
With Christ eternally

The poor and oppressed were equal,
While no man ruled in heaven;
I saw love beyond the ladder,
And peace among our brethren
 


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THE BOY'S PASSION FOR MUSIC

He lived when Elvis, the Beatles, Johnny Cash and the Rolling Stones
had strings of hits and he passionately hummed those up-beat songs...
dreaming of becoming as successful and famous as they were;
and following his dream, he turned into a big country singer!


Everywhere he went, he carried a heavy transistor radio
and listened to them and learned those country and rock lyrics...
and the longer he sung them, the more he fed his ego,
so he wrote words without music, hoping to create melodies!.



Sitting at the piano as Beethoven did, he frantically played those keys,
blending them with easiest chords; and if they sounded awkward to him,
he would certainly use another chord that was simpler and more harmonic...
so the boy's passion for music grew as he planned to hit many unknown roads!


Up North, people called country stars:  hillbillies with nasal, funny voices
and such names like rednecks caught on; one would be surprised by their remarks,
or at how they unfairly they were discriminated...and they were all proud Americans!
But the boy's passion for music took him to unimaginable heights and riches!


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Safe

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 DREAM LIVES

I looked in the distance and saw it
That closed door leading to the unknown
In my somnolence I walked towards it
Slowly but surely to be reborn
 
I stood before the door contemplating
Like a Pandora’s Box it seemed to be
Whatever is behind it was indeed waiting
To be released from mystery in order to be
 
The door knob slowly and slowly it turns
Click! The lock has become unlocked
Wonder, excitement and anxiety churns
Curious forces push and all is unblocked
 
I peered and stepped in towards it
That Acacia tree with branches widespread
From all corners of Motherland they stood beneath it
Laughing and smiling exchanging fellowship bread
 
I joined them beneath this splendid Acacia tree
For three years it became my comfort
For three years its leaves sheltered me
For three years its wisdom and knowledge I got
 
Now as I step away from its shade
And receive with open arms its fruits
I open my eyes with awe then gaze
The dream surely lives and forever it shall be


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A Nibble

They started at the break of day
For happy day of fun.
Each hoped to catch a mess of fish
Before the day was done.

They hurried to remembered spot
Where they'd had past success,
To cast their bait from a high wall,
With some skill, more or less.

These siblings wanted to surprise
Their unsuspecting mom.
The sweet, young miss was Eloise,       (Ell-o-wise)
Her brothers Jack and Tom.

At first the fish refused to bite,
But these three persevered.
And each went home with their fair share
Before sun disappeared.

For Edmund Blair Leighton contest


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A Smile to get Into

I was thinking I need a smile to get into,
With all that I see I am lost without you.
Outside the winds blow, they call your name,
Everything changes, nothing is left the same.

I think of another park and one more Sunday,
I search for the words but can’t find a way.
I try to pull it together yet wonder what’s true,
I remember a face and then I’m lost without you.

I think once again but I still am lost,
I remember the consequence and what this cost.
I try to move on but the feelings still remain, 
Nothing can ever be quite the same.

As the dust settles I see what is gone,
My heart  find solace in what it does long.
I wonder if any of this has a simple end,
Maybe the answer lies around the next bend.

I toss and turn I can’t sleep at night.
I know what I’ve done and wonder what’s right?
Soon a light appears to guide me through night,
I was hoping for a chance to just set things right.

Still I search for a smile and more grace,
To guide me from here to a place that is safe.
As everything vanishes and fades into gray,
I still find peace in the words that you say.


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Seven Blank Tiles Speak

If I had seven free tiles
I know the word I would make
And when you know my word
We need it for earth's sake

The word that I have chosen
Chowa is what it means to me
It's what will reunite us all
The word is simply harmony


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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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Oh fish

If God is such a gracious giver
This water was boiling oil I wish,
so straight from the running river
...I'd have instant deep fried fish.


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THE MAGNIFICENT TALENT OF RASTAFARI

Rastafari certainly was a young man of magnificent talent indeed...
He praised God, as Abraham did, in his chant and dance with true glee,
Bob Marlyn and Peter Posh helped him become a raggae star;
some folks thought he was crazy with those long, braided hair.


Since ninenteen-seventy when hippies abounded,
and revolted against the American Government with protest...
Rastafari wrote great songs of many themes for the oppressed
and poor who were denied civil liberties in their own land.


Listen to those songs, feel the vibrant beat in the his unique music
and walking in his shoes you can sing with him and become his friend,
because Rasatfari dreamed of seeing all peoples embrace around the troubled world...
has he died in vain or left an indelible legacy for those adoring his everlasting beat?


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Writers Block

The dreaded writers block
is every poets curse
when you're waiting to write
but can't think of a verse

Pen at the ready
but a brain working slow
desperate for ideas
that you hope to make grow

You try a distraction
to encourage a find
a little more coffee
to waken the mind!

When nothing is working
you give up for the day
and wish inspiration
had a bit more to say!

You hope in the morning
with your first cup of tea
that something will trigger
a thought to run free

Then you can start writing
and forget this old curse
just get on with composing
some brilliant verse!


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Cathartic

To define the word cathartic It means providing psychological relief Through expressions of strong emotions To substantiate one's beliefs An example is a conversation With someone 'bout their hopes and dreams Hopes they have for themselves and family Helping them stay on stream Allowing someone to vocalize Their anxieties, their worries, their fears Can help them out at a time of great stress Appreciated for the coming years Therapeutic also defines cathartic Rewarding both the giver and receiver Providing each with a feeling of fulfilment Making each in life a believer To define the word cathartic It means providing psychological relief Through expressions of strong emotions To substantiate one's beliefs © Jack Ellison 2012


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A Solitary Stanza on the Journey Home

The mad man whispers words of advice:
You cannot grasp the mirage of the moon
Still my fantastic foible does entice
My soft soul tells me we'll be together soon.


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I AM BUT HUMAN

I am but human
I began to live when life created me
I live to love, I live to hate
I live in pain, I live to gain


I am but human
I am good and bad
I am sane and mad
I live in fear, I live to dare


I am but human
I am bond but free
I am healthy but sick
I live so poor, I live in wealth


I am but human
I am judged by me and judged by all
I live to give, I live to hoard
I live in despair, I live for hope


I am but human
The good, the bad; I live to see
They come and go, wolves like sheep
Light and darkness, they co-exist


I am but human
Life is cruel, humanity is mean
Perfect is God, human is me
I bruise, I cruise and life goes on


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I am for what I am

Since the day that I first left
Looking back,
Through different windows
Knowing there will be reft

I am for what I am, and I'll be

I am for what I am, you'll see

I found it hard to explain
The actions of our cause
Highlanders against the Lowlanders
Simply because

I am for what I am, and I'll be

I am for what I am, you'll see

The answers and reactions
To which they promptly, replied
Trust and honour abounds
And pity those who lied

I am for what I am, and I'll be

I am for what I am, you'll see

I'm now in an enviable position
To look back on my ancestors so
I'm Scottish, the son of Kane
From my days so long ago

I am for what I am, and I'll be

I am for what I am, you'll see

My name is semaj, The Highlander
I've come back from your future so
To an earth in rutted grief
And allow your tomorrow flow

I am for what I am, and I'll be

I am for what I am, you'll see

All Nations should be accounted
North and South Hemispheres
To allow you to continue
Allay our space age fears

I am for what I am, and I'll be

I am for what I am, you'll see

It's the reason I have returned
To Scourie is where it started
Your future wormhole lies
For me, it's where I departed

I am for what I am, and I'll be

I am for what I am, you'll see

We can only take,
The ones who'll live so free!








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy.php


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encounter down the forest way

I wandered down the forest way
out into clearing bright
flowers wild in breezes sway
burnished in the noon day light

drowsy from the heat I stray
beneath a drooping limb
above I hear a scolding jay
as weary eyes go dim

I fell into a heavy trance
astrally I seemed to rise
Is this a vision quest perchance?
or just a heavy mid-day meal (that's how I'd surmise!)

but wafting up the path toward
a giant hivelike pod of black
from its gaping maw a torrent poured
and casts me rough upon my back

stunned I stared up to the sky
and felt a creature on my chest
scuttled up and stared into my eye
a strange chimera queerly dressed

bulbous eyes, antennae whipped
abdomen striped black and yellow
with a stinger poisoned dipp'd
a hellish looking fearful fellow!

aghast was I when first he spoke
and gathered 'round me all the clan
for in a woman's voice it spoke (Oh! She's not a bloke!)
"we've come to warn you, son of man!

for centuries we've toiled afield
from blossoms taken nectar’s drop
so all of men enjoy our yield
and harvest fruitful crop

but soon, so soon the season nears
for all my children here to swarm
so from the feast come famine years
forgetting summers bright and warm

we are the few, the last breath of our kind
and must needs take to flight
and to shortsighted men so blind
we grieve at future's blight

so to you who lay there struck so dumb
we offer this lucid trance
that mayhaps it's just a world grown numb
and can be saved (perchance)"

and all at once they're gone
and snapping to my feet
I see I'd slept through night to dawn
and sweating in a sultry heat

rushing home through lea and vale
I stop all the workers in the grove
gather round to tell my tale
of the future's thread we wove

and as I spoke I swear on high
a honeybee flew near
with knowing eyes and a grateful sigh
she and her sisters lingered here...


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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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Math

Math can be confusing,
With numbers, equations, and more
Hard to understand,
Try to break it down to the core

When there is no where to turn,
You wonder, does math involve lore?
Probably not, but it's worth a try,
Since the stress makes you sweat through pores

Math can be confusing,
With numbers, equations, and more
Hard to understand,
Try to break it down to the core


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What You'll Get In The end

I remember when life seems so easy,
Care free moments, just sunny and breezy.
Now there is not enough hours in a day,
Often I find myself having little to say.

I work so much I forget how to live,
There seems no reward for all that I give.
I always remember there shall be more hope,
Giving me purpose and all the tools to cope.

The days get longer and nights are worse.
I seek happiness and look for a source.
I always believe it can be better than this,
As the sky glows orange it fills me with bliss.

`I search for peace when none can be found,
I listen closely to each and every sound.
So much happens and slowly fades away,
I seem to get lost in those shades of gray.

I think to myself I need to see all I get,
Just because it’s not here it may be yet.
I look to the horizon as the sun goes down low,
I see so many things just to watch them all go.

Still this is better than nothing at all,
They say the descent is worse than the fall.
I want something more so I try once again,
You will never know what you’ll get in the end.


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In these words

I write these words to be found,
I miss that you are not around.
I wonder if you are okay,
That is what I wish to say.

I just wanted you to know,
The sun shall shine the light will show.
That you never have to go it all alone,
A house, does not make a home.

I think about all I lost,
I see the price, what it cost.
I seem to do a little better today,
It’s been some time since I lost my way.

The sun warms up, it stills my mind,
I try to leave the past behind.
I just can’t go there anymore,
What comes next I can’t be sure.

The day lingers, the wind blows,
The world still spins, the river flows.
I find some peace inside myself,
I pull my life off of the shelf.

Life goes on and I still care,
I look, but find no one there.
Still I hope for something more,
I gather the pieces up from the floor.

I hope someday that we can talk,
Side by side like we used to walk.
Talk about how things now are,
Then turn and wish upon a star.


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Global Warming

It's December 3rd and 50 degrees What's wrong with this picture I ask Usually a land of ice and snow But here in the sunshine we bask The world is turning upside down Where in tarnation are we heading Will Canada's beaches now be famous Instead of skiing and sledding In the storied history of planet Earth There's always normal fluctuations No reason to get our shorts in a knot We're a real fortunate generation No matter what's gonna come our way Bad stuff we must try to prevent Although we're not in total control We must be ready for any event © Jack Ellison 2012


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A Curse

I went down once to a river, 
And saw a willow tree oh so old. 
Burning wildly inside my mind, 
Seeking for old friends to be kind. 

A shadow in the current whispered inside, 
“You never step in the same river twice.” 
The illusion untold is what I find, 
Loosening my hold upon the grasp of time. 

The lizard king crawls inside my soul. 
It spoke of hope oh so bold. 
A cursing light that keeps you from leaving, 
Hope is the one thing I wish would leave me. 

Smoking my mind out of sights, 
And seeing so much more and so divine. 
Looking at life in sights never seen 
Realizing life isn’t as easy as it seems. 

When will hope leave my soul? 
When will this curse let me go? 
It keeps me alive when I want to leave, 
To experience the other side and see freely.


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Butterfly...Why?

Butterfly in the sky,
why don't you fly very high?
I see you with a sorrowed eye,
listen to me, that's no lie.

Butterfly why your tears,
have you any troubling fears? 
I can give you joys and cheers,
if you'll live with me your years.

Butterfly can you see?
You would be happy to live with me.
If you live with me you'll be,
the happiest butterfly in my tree.

Butterfly wipe away your tears,
come to me if my tear you hear,
because butterfly in the sky,
like you, I too am a butterfly.


This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves


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The Watcher

I watch a hare race all about the woods, 
Along with children from the neighborhoods. 
Stiletto claws of hawk pounce on a mouse 
While I am watching from the wooden house. 

Today I watch the rain slide down the drain 
As silver-threaded drops still drip in vain. 
I love gray days when rain's contained in pools, 
Almost as much as I love watching fools. 

I watch and wait with great intensity 
To change my range of brain activity 
Indigenous to journeys near and far 
Beyond Orion's belt to every star. 

A child must stay a child inside the wild 
When childhood as a child has been defiled; 
For then is when the watcher comes alive 
To help the minds of children to survive. 

I pray away demonic thoughts that play 
Upon my troubled mind in every way, 
But prayer and medication stem no tide 
Of fulminate psychosis I abide. 

My dreams seem quite disturbed I must admit 
And hope that most will fail to ever fit 
Inside the pride that hides in memory 
Where rarely can one find reality. 

Both father and fair mother lie in beds, 
So cold and dead since I split wide their heads 
To see if I could see why I am me 
With hope to change my future history. 

Tomorrow I may borrow your fine mind 
And peek inside to see what's left behind; 
I hope to find the wine of wisdom's soul 
Then hide your borrowed brain inside a bowl. 


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Just Wait and See

I had a friend back home
She said “Come stay with me
I’ll make you feel better
Just wait and see”

But I couldn’t shake the feeling
That home wasn’t best
And all my old friends would
Just make me more depressed

Well she just kept on asking
And I eventually caved in
I packed up my belongings
While I prepared to see my kin

When I arrived I was swamped
By all the people I remember
My family, my friends and her
Are just as I left them last September

I was surprised it was her
Who offered the first embrace
And considering our history
I’d say it’s less than commonplace

I don’t enjoy seeing those other people
Though I have a smile on my face
They only remind me of the past
The one I would rather replace

Party’s over, we arrived at her house
And I began to settle down
But as the days went on
That fake smile grew back into a frown

The only thing that makes me happy
Is that I can be back around her
But we revert to our old habits
Some of which I do not prefer

Now I remember why I left
The drama plays with no delay
The highs, the lows, they balance well
But I can’t keep living on this way

Maybe we’re bound to this state
With bliss and sorrow both attained
Perhaps friends was the best
Maybe that’s what we should have remained

No, we are friends no longer
Something about us is amiss
Our fights have torn us again
Just like the last time we tried this

Maybe it’s me like she says
I swear that it’s a crime
That we just can’t have one another
No, don’t bother, I’ll walk away this time

And now I’m leaving town again
More bitter than before
My friends all say goodbye
As I shut my car door

I had a friend back home
She said “Come stay with me
I’ll make you feel better
Just wait and see”

Well I guess that is true
I do feel better now
Our relationship’s at an end
But I’ll find someone else somehow


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When Evil Fails

The torch stands proud,  for all the world to share
A tall reminder to the hearts once seized
Where knees once bent from grief in common prayer
That evil fails to bring us to our knees

She shines in sun from sea to shining sea
How great the cost, of deeds and lives laid down
Yet, still the feathered flocks of peace flies free
A powered firm resolve that good has found

That freedom shared will stand against the strain
When dark falls, her light can see tomorrow
As freedom, faith and we will thrive again
Rising from the clouds, despair and sorrow
.......................................



For Susan's Nailed or Failed Contest


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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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Chase Never Ending

Run do so many

Failing yet to see

Matters not where you go

For there, you'll always be

 

Scars of the past

Erase can you not

Freedom in forgiveness

Lessons not forgot

 

Memories that haunt

Serenade a tortured soul

Quiet calm does appear

Perfect storm, grows below

 

Change comes not easy

Resist - most, often will

Distracted in chaos

Excuse not to feel

 

Chase never ending

Full circle must you come

Words have you spoken

Things you have done

 

Healing found in time

Amends, can you make

As you were, so you are

New direction, yours to take


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Scarlet Letters

She wore the scarlet letter
On her chest for all to see
She was a fallen woman
Accused of adultery
 
She wore that cursed letter
Emblazoned there on her chest
It proved to the world around
She was less than all the rest
 
In her arms she held her child
The sweet fruit of her disgrace
A product of her passion
Spoilt, but with an angel face
 
He kept safe in the shadows
A tortured tormented soul
He longed to be united...
To be with them and be whole
 
She looked down when she passed him
Their secret buried inside
For he was the town’s young priest
To no one could she confide
 
That letter stood to witness
It convicted her of shame
She was a sordid woman
SHE was to carry the blame
 
We all have scarlet letters
Unseen to the human eye
If not an A, some other
To deny this is a lie
 
We all are fallen sinners
Yet unwilling to confess
We act holy and righteous
Our hearts are a wretched mess
 
Lust, gluttony and envy
Greed, violence, hate and more
Are safely all tucked away
They hide behind the closed door
 
You may think you are sinless
Others your guilt may not see
Yet a voice in you whispers...
"That scarlet woman is me!"
 
God sees the scarlet letters
That mark each and every one
He covers us with His robe
The righteousness of His SON
 
So do not feel dejected
Nor hang your head in disgrace
He sees and loves each sinner
Let His grace light up your face.


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Pray

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


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Behind my Sight

It's bedtime once again
My knuckles showing white
Bed clothes gripped in fear
Behind my eyelids sight

There will come a day
When the silver bird will fall
Scraping building tops
Human deathly en-thrall

It has been so many years
Since the little girl has gone
She's below that darkened shed
In the caravan park where I belonged

She screams like one of old
From a far dark distant prairie
In hide with the running masses
Buffalo in full run scary

And then we turn to tomorrow
To other visions I have seen
I am no Nostradamus
And I am no in between

I have the fear of touch
To tell you where you've been
If I break of communication
I can tell what you've not seen

For those who cross my path
I see their future in my view
Behind my sight I see
More than me and you

It's my bedtime once again
My knuckles are showing white
If you crossed my path today
Will you ever sleep tonight




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-4.php


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A place to make my mark

I look at my life and the journey I’m upon,
As the sun hits the horizon it marks the dawn.
My life is like a chess game and I the pawn,
As I take my next move the pathway is gone.

Gray skies are simply some clouds passing over.
Perhaps my luck is changing I find a four leaf clover.
I wait for the return of the sun, it raises my hope.
My future is before me like a carrot dangling from a rope.

Sometimes the descent is far worse than the fall,
Maybe I should run and pick up the ball,
In the concept of time I remain rather small,
I gather up some speed but then hit the wall.

I look to my heart surely it knows where to go.
What was previously new, the cracks begin to show.
I had hoped by now that I would just know,
You must plant a seed for something to grow.

I look all around and take in all I see.
All of these things become part of me.
I see some leaves fall and know what shall be
Haunting shadows, cast by the lifeless trees.

For now the colors take my breath away.
The air is so crisp on this autumn day.
The animal scurry to find food for the winter
The fabric of life becomes a tree that has splintered.

Although the fabric is tattered and looks worn,
I wonder to myself why was I born?
Is there something I’m missing or is it in front of me,
The closer things are the harder it is to see.

I wander down the street and take a seat in the park.
The sun starts to set, soon it will be dark.
Life seems to glow or perhaps it’s a spark
As I look for a place to make my mark…


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GOALS SET

GOALS SET  


As mountains are there to be conquered
So goals set in life are there to be achieved
The only thing in both cases you need is this:
Never give up hope and never stop trying!



©Demetrios Trifiatis
    21 January 2013


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Upside Down Town

The ups and downs
of an upside down town.
Evil smiles, silent frowns
every way you turn around.

Sickening suspicions,
psychic visions,
children having premonitions
on a mission.

Here to heal,
here to steal,
to show the world how to feel.
No more cutting deals.

Sent to the world
a baby girl,
but she will unfurl
to change the world...


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A Living Statue

She stands as a frozen, colorless statue;
But she is pliable as warm clay.
Searching for any remaining virtue,
Hidden in a core of unyielding dismay.

Is a statue formed by its own hand;
Can it chisel its self from the stone;
Or mold its self from clay of the land;
Can it create its self alone?

The artist tries to create the image desired,
Is the creation obliged to the creator,
To become a work that is inspired,
Or the possession of a captor?

The statue waits for unbiased opinion,
From those  who may view her with admiration;
To give her strength to create her own dominion,
To be her own muse, her own inspiration.


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CREATION

The formation of the earth was your endeavor
a place where love could live forever
when call out you do I will respond
for with your company I have grown fond

I will converse as you have shared your mind
to your requirements that guide be not blind
though I may have very little to say
for to listen is preeminently my way

You are God unto the foundation of the seas
your handiwork has shaped the varied trees
in joy adorned abounding meadows fair
the clothing that as garment our nature wear

With so many colors didst our planet robe
exquisite delights do cover skin of globe
the furthest reaches of our mankind's gaze
can only lift itself in worthy praise

Softly rises the light into caress at dawn
and the winding rivers all do sing your song
from soil God created this home to us belong
and a pivotal decision has it's course sent wrong

Mankind has marred this most beauteous of gift
In rape he does the land and cement to lift
tearing at the surface with sunken pits and mines
for minerals , gems and stones things he thinks that shines

Like a spreading plague upon the land
damaging the forests that are so grand
within our own pollution do we stand
the momentum of destruction by mans hand

The extent of our detriment is unconcealed
What God intends to do he has revealed
the fruit of our own deeds repaid in kind
and the hurtful things we so design

Mankind's damage comes from his love of things
not attending to our garden and the joy it brings
violence upon our land and to each other
massacres our earth and even brother

The collusion of devastation by wealthy men
those who seeks it's changes are put to end
intervention has been handed to earth's King
and very soon he will be changing everything

sources Genesis 1 & 2 Psalms Revelation 11:18

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Glorious Sunrises Stored

My flashlight has both hi and lo
So I can run, walk, or go slow
Up hill in the sun__down in dark soon
Go downward aided by the moon

For the moon will shine full tonight
But there may be clouds to dull light
On top of hill see world below
Give up its soft early night glow

I'll stay with flashlight in hand glad
For solitude, stillness, note pad
Writing life's events that make sad
Just very short while I will stay

For I will have to rest to face
Day, if the Lord allows the grace
Of being on earth short while more
To receive blessings that are stored

Those blessings that are stored away
Blessings that are packaged for me
If I ask, I shall receive more
Like  glorious sunrises in store


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What people say

As people tell me it shall be alright,
I see the sun bringing forth morning light.
I have to survive this strange twist of fate,
I get up to find I have wiped clean the slate.

The world lately have been a little rough,
I try to be positive but find it is tough.
If I can simply make it through this day,
Maybe the world will start to spin my way.

It’s not that I don’t have enough hope,
It appears like my fate hangs from a rope.
The noose tightens and squeezes out life,
I can’t see the beauty when I’m lost in the strife.

Still I feel I have it much better than most,
I see parts disappear I seem like a ghost.
I take a step forward and two back,
I can’t see what is, only what I lack.

I try to break free yet the world still spins,
I count up the losses and hope for more wins.
A couple kind words and I shall be on my way,
Perhaps I can see life in a different way?

The sun retreat from the vast blue sky,
I look up above to view a lone bird fly.
Into the colors that explode all around.
A curtain of darkness drops without a sound.

After a while it is getting quite dark,
Stars shine like the peace in my heart.
I seem to have survived another day,
I’ll be alright just as people do say.


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Stand Up

Stand up for the broken,
'Cause they are people too.
With hearts and souls in ruin,
They just want to be like You.


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Hope In The Midst of a Storm

Twisting, surging, spattering and curling
Roaring, soaring, splashing and whirling
A Tornado’s whirling winds-spewing death
Sweeping off anything on his path

A mighty Tornado has blown a City apart
Many He has hurled from the City’s mart
He fetched and leveled the entire town
His roar nothing could have calm down

The whirling strike of a Tornado
A Tornado as deadly as Ronaldo
Mr. Tornado had been very cruel
Ruthless as lions in territorial duel

In the midst of a Tornado a treasure found
It was a grandmother’s gold of pleasure bound
Ironically, was a chapter page of Psalm 75
While many succumb the Bible still survive

The Bible provides hope in the midst of a storm
In the midst of a Tornado His word come to conform
His Word is our light in the darkest of time
He is our Lamp when life seems to have no rhyme

He strengthens our soul in times of despair
His unfailing Word invigorates our soul and repair
He sends His Word to lifts us up when we are down
He sends His Word to make us smile when we frown



Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.[Matthew 24:35]


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Right Turns

Looking back in life I've made so many wrong turns
Sped up when I should've braked
In this environment I've learned to discern
Between who's walk is real, or fake

It's the little things that hurt, not the abundance 
but rather the lack of,
genuine actions speak louder than words
Especially when it comes to love

Hearing others spit your name on their tongue
baffles me through and through
The things they've said, when compared
appear nothing like who I knew

So much I question and would like to say
So much I have to ask
But I know it's not my place, 
And in this situation I cannot bask.

I pray you reach a point in life
Where you have no where to turn
So that you may reach out to God
And begin to evaluate and truly discern

We got off on the wrong foot
And there's no retracing our step
Our walks aren't i the same direction
And our new paths have been unkept


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Blunt Abuse

She pours out her soul in the hopes of not To be beaten just like the night before Fear envelopes deep within her thin bones She prays for rain knowing she will be sore But often she takes the blunt of the force To keep her children safe from any harm There are quiet nights of peace when he’s not drunk There was a time when she fell for his charm Now she just hopes her husband isn’t mad For she knows who will suffer from his pain She carries the heartache and tearfulness That is why she always hopes for the rain There will be a day when she will leave him She’ll get up the nerve to leave him behind She will be safe and secure once again And there will be a sweet man that she’ll find
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Infinite Hope River

The rivers of life run through our heartstrings Built from malleable years of events Soulful feeling streams down thru those hurt times Openness of these times express those dents There’s infinite hope that comes from the streams Of love brought forth holding firm to the heart Nothing seems to be greater at finding This hope that is so needed from the start Though we may find adversity in life This river is always here to soak in No other peace in the world is greater Seek this special stream, loves tremendous den
Russell Sivey


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If Ever Comes The Day

I have a question for you
For it's something that I fear
So please answer it true
For I live for you dear

And I'll always love you
No matter what you say
I just want to have a clue
If ever comes the day

If ever comes the day of bargain
Of a once in a lifetime chance
Will you leave me to embark them?
Or will you take a stance?

If ever comes the day of promise
Of more than you can ever dream of
Is this something you'd be willing to miss?
Or would you take off and miss my love?

If ever comes the day of a deal
Where you'd get everything with a quick snap
And you'd just have to leave me for this steal
Would you run and never look back?

I'd like to know
So I'm not so surprised
If ever comes the day you go
And our love is compromised

Except, my dear, my eyes are closed
As yours are at this moment
And my question will stay un-proposed
For I hope that day never comes to visit


January 2010


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O CHIMING BELLS OF MIDNIGHT...

O chiming bells of midnight,...
gladly announce Jesus' joyful birth;
see how the Heavens' stars shine...
to glorify the most glorious One!


Unpleasant is the cold December' air,
and a manger is the perfect shelter
away from the frost and the gelid wind;
see how He smiles as all the angels sing!


Come shepherds, bring along your sheep,
to warm up a King whose heart is so meek;
and as the Wise Men kneel down in divine adoration,
I watch the gifts in their hands with much trepidation!


O chiming bells of midnight...echo through my starry valley,
and cheer up this silent town that offers its true serenity;  
and if snowflakes fall and make all the stars seem too far,
my lamp will brighten up the path and lead me to the Messiah! 
 

Entered in Carolyn Devonnshire's contest, "Christmas in your town"

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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As I Wander Down the Highway

I'm lookin' to be in the right place,
But I'm walking in the wrong direction,
I'm lookin' for a smiling face,
But all I'm finding is my own reflection

I'm lookin' for someone to hold me tight,
But I'm wand'rin' through a sea of cold shoulders,
I'm asking for this tunnel to end in light,
But I feel like I'm just gettin' older

I'm lookin' for somethin' that makes me smile,
But all I find on my face is a disappointed frown,
I'm thinkin' that all this waitin' better be worthwhile,
But I just keep gettin' pushed on the ground

I'm startin' to give up hope,
But something reminds me to keep moving,
I'm starting to throw out the mope,
And I trade it so I can start improving

I was lookin' to be in the right place,
And I found out right where I belong,
It's right here, staring at your face,
In your arms where nothing can go wrong


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A Reflection

Seeing your reflection, no beauty except for yours,
Looking at a mirror, imagination in uproars.
Silence ever after, no melody has it,
So monotone, lacking creativity and wit.

You cannot look at a window, only through,
For a window has a ideas and knowledge to rescue
Windows let thoughts escape your mind and soar
A window is always open even if it is closed for ever more.

A mirror shows you no life, melody or soul,
A window explains things in a hidden way that's whole
A mirror cannot lie, though it tells so many deceptions
While a window is real and not a trick of perception. 

To see the present, this bland reality 
Or to see the future, what could be
To look and see those "what ifs" come true
That's the difference between a mirror and you


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Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


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Longing Dreams

Longing dreams as our eyes finally meet
A quaint introduction in this modern day sweet
To a park we stroll under winters darkening sky
Chatting and laughing in accommodating apply

The heavens declare their time of the year rains
Whilst two amble joyfully absorbing natures champagne
A few drinks they enjoy blending into their night
Confirmed by a kiss declares their meet right

Hand in hand, now closer than before
Their longing dreams in their minds they explored
With soft music playing and an oaky Lindemann's poured
Two hearts beating over the music they soar

Glasses laid down her hand he requests
As they dance to many songs, their sensing of zest
Again their eyes meet as a slow love song plays
Their previously explored minds start to show their displays






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-12.php


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You Never can be Certain

Someone asks me,” Why?”I say,” Why not?”
Nothing is gained without being sought.
I always try to give things my best shot.
Some things shall happen, while others will not.

Someone asks me “When?”I think, right now.
I know in my heart I shall make it somehow.
For something to happen you need only try,
Before you know, another day passes by.

When someone asks me “How?" I’m not really sure?
There’s so much in life we just have to endure.
The answer lies inside of intentions that were sent,
I reach into my pockets, but the money has been spent.

Someone asks me, “Where?” But I may never know.
 Some are on the surface while others lie below.
Knowledge is a seed that shall always grow,
You never can be certain what the future will show.

I ponder of these questions most every day.
Sometime I can’t even get, out of my own way.
I look at this journey and see much has passed.
I try to outrun darkness and the shadows that it casts.


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Role of Life

Rôle of Life.

The whole world is set before you,
Moving hands wait to applaud you.
Why do you stand aside?
Don't bury yourself inside.

You were made as a whole,
Put on this world to play your rôle.
So why is it that you have to hide your face?
Keep putting yourself down, as if in disgrace?

Lift your eyes up, look straight ahead,
Do this now before your soul is dead!
Strengthen your heart, strengthen yourself,
Why wrap yourself up and stand on the shelf?

A person's wealth should not be measured,
With FIGURE$ as a sign,
But from the honesty of heart,
And their actions in time.

Do not think yourself,
Worse than the rest,
As it is caring for others,
Which is life's test.


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Mind Power

I had many adventures when I was young,
But now they are so hard to find;
However, though my strength begins to decay,
I can still have some fun in my mind.


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Fright of The Living Dead 2K12

O Tony, wherefore dost thou feel out of sorts? Existing so - tho' not soothly living. Haps thou art the living dead which resorts Into its cold chamber ne'er living.


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Missing

Swallowing sickness
Perfecting the pain
Reaping my happiness
The killer not slain

Don’t leave me begging
I won’t be left on my knees
Stay here evermore 
Time forever will freeze

I feel you in my mind
This sick, gray place
I reach out to touch you
All I find is dark space

The music of your language
Changing my cynical heart
Your glorious mind
Discerns the eminence of art

But such a distance
Leaves great detriment in my soul
Knowing time keeps us apart
Leaves my existence a saturnine hole

Just promise you’ll think of me
I will wait outside
Tally days on the wall
Till the sentence subsides


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Appreciation of Freedom

In this democratic country, there has been discussions of this
A Mosque to be built, near Ground Zero their wish
Through their depths of despair, New Yorkers have spoken out
But democratic they'll be, so proud through their doubt

This is what makes a city, at a time like this
To see past the hate, and allow the neighbourly bliss
The following needs to be confirmed in this country of the free
Freedom for it's people, and to do what desires thee

Where ever this Mosque is built, in the surroundings of city life
Unite it's neighbourhood, never turn to previous strife
Next door could be a butchers, a nightclub or a bar
For their doors will never be closed, they'll always be ajar

In New York City, this metropolis that never sleeps
No longer will it see disaster, no more shall it weep
For if you desire to mingle, appreciation of freedom shall play it's part
Become true Americans, build it's future and be it's heart








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america-2.php


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Secrets

Secrets in a special place 
That I wish you could know, 
Bundles that are neatly tied 
And never meant to show. 

Did you see past the curtains? 
Did my secret get to you? 
Did the light behind them catch your eye 
When the wind once blew? 

I wonder if it's possible 
That you have a secret too. 
I thought I saw a flash of light 
When the wind reached you. 

Secrets that could hurt us 
Or that could make us grow, 
Secrets that would change it all 
If we both should know. 

These bright secrets that are happy 
We want to give away, 
But fear makes us silence them 
And hide them every day. 

Secrets that are neatly tied 
Are never meant to show, 
But if the wind sheds light once more 
Everyone will know. 


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Going home

I sink into plushness
Of soft silky lushness
Of dreamy round clouds
Of angel veiled shrouds

I fly up to meet 
The Man in the street
The rich golden hue
Underneath my soft shoe

I fall down to find
The One of a kind
The Beauty within
The resplendent skin

I reach up to grasp
With deaths’ last gasp
The Hand held to me
As the Man sets me free


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THE PURPLE SPRING CROCUS - A CHRISTMAS STORY

Early Christmas morning I glanced outside,
and no snow was falling, and suddenly a vision of a luminous light
with a trembling child appeared in sight...
and could this have been the Infant of prophecy and might?


And He softly said with the sweetest and kindest voice,
"I bring you no snow but endless love...the warmest flame
that makes every forsaken and unhappy heart rejoice;
it's a gift so gladly given to all the believers of this blessed age." 


Struck by that splendid appearance, unafraid,
I ran to thank him for those wonderful words,;
and not having seen any gift under the decorated spruce,
I seemed puzzled, but not fearful or nearly surprised.


There it stood, my gift from that generous child with golden, curly hair: 
a purple spring crocus never seen before, an Alpine flower
which grows in early April in every emerald meadow...
I leaned forward with much gentleness and plucked it from the cold snow.
 

When I stood up, he was gone and not a trace of him could be found,
and who was that cherub without wings...to leave that flower in the bitter cold? 
Wasn't He the Christ Child who was born in a Bethlehem's abandoned stable?
And wasn't hope the meaning of the purple spring crocus so beautiful?  





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Hope

Hold on, keep on
One step, one more time
Push forward, pull away
Eyes open, on the finish line.


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Moments

Time tells us we've not long
Except my time with you
Moments slow down and I hold on
To all my time spent with you

I know we have our ways
That hinder us from letting go
And clinging to just each other
For fear that heartache will show

But baby please understand when I say
You've captured me heart and soul
Your inner strength and emotion send chills down my spine
My affection for you can only grow

I want us to be happy
Consistently day by day
Let's work through any issues
And hear what each other intends to say

Actions speak louder than words
And my actions will prove true
Just give me your trust and devotion
I'll do nothing but respect and honor you


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sacrifice

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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Encourage to Give Courage

When comes an encouragement
Heart really gets enjoyment
It cancels every resentment
Laying for hope a basement

Life daily suffers bombardment
Comes to boost no compliment
Gloom lives in heart-compartment
Memory brings only disappointment

I see the souls living on pavement
And I wonder God's life-management
Many live with really no employment
Giving to poverty an appointment

Under this vast God's firmament
All the souls have disagreement
Peace of mind is never permanent
No Universal laws' enactment

Loving is not done with commitment
Lives are not lived with involvement
In heart, happens no improvement
Only wickedness is in brain-segment

Affection is an invisible ointment
Loving is the best temperament
Kindness does lovely anointment
Mercy is the greasing sentiment

When heart attains contentment
Soul will never foolishly lament
As 'enough' is the finest element
Bringing bliss equal to an elephant

Helping is the holiest entertainment
Patting saves from a sad predicament
Prayer appeals to God's department
God arranges for a safe settlement

When God is there to affectionately cement
Great ideas, we surely can easily invent
Tragedies' occurrence, we can ever prevent
In case we supply hope to kindly augment

Using soothing language if we supplement
We will contribute to souls' betterment
Mr. Jack Ellison has made a kind comment
So to thank him this poetry is now meant.


mvvenkataraman







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THE LONESOME FLUTE PLAYER

Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three,
he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday;
remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be...
by accepting the fact that his tomorrow is decided by destiny.


He can spend an entire afternoon playing a hand-made flute color chestnut,
as every breeze-lulled maple tree seem to vanish in the increasing, grey fog;
and if his music with shrilling, melodic notes is a devise to find his stranded dog,
he will have the best friend to guide him safely home through beams of twilight. 


Play, handsome warrior the melody you forefathers played on those efflorescent days
underneath the same oak tree to celebrate their free manhood;
and resembling them with long hair and piercing, dreaming eyes,
you don't expect that intruders from other lands would compromise your happiness.


Foxes, grizzly bears, coyotes and buffaloes hear your music and come around to peek:
they know that you wouldn't hurt them and they wonder who's the Great Spirit;
little they suspect that they will be hunted down by the new-comers from the East;
be their friend, warrior...promise them protection when they'll encounter the Beast. 


All that you behold today, may be gone tomorrow making you weep,
grasslands and prairies will tun into towns and cities to make way for greed;
and blood will flow abundantly on meadows where only wildflowers grew...
devastation everywhere with mother's screams by red rivers not so blue.


You must have had dreams of what was coming with a spectacle so gruesome,
take heart...your tomorrow is decided by destiny, pray that you won't be harmed;
continue playing your flute by remembering everything that you deeply loved,
and if you'll die fighting heartless men, I'll remember that look so lonesome.


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I hope for change


Once I knew the way to get back home,
Somewhere to feel safe and not so alone.
The path changed and I lost my way,
I hope to find my way back today.

I close my eyes and remember what’s true,
I’m not quite certain if I ever knew.
A tear comes to my eye as I begin to cry,
Time marches on and the day goes by.

Dreams fill the empty skies.
Smiles await you as you rise.
Destiny stands and still awaits,
I feel I’m drowning in my fate.

I look to the star for a way out,
I want to understand what life’s about.
Still they shine no matter what I do,
Journeys through darkness I’ve been through.


I wake as the sun kisses the dawn,
I view the wreckage so much is gone.
I hope and pray it will be better today,
To keep the darkness and fear at bay.

My mind eases and I feel calm,
I never meant to cause alarm.
I see what’s in my heart it is good,
I hope for change if it only could.


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What it takes to be me

I think to myself what I need to be me.
As I gather up the pieces of all that I see.
I don’t know of tomorrow I just hope I shall be,
Contentment fills my heart and sets my mind free.

Night time has changed it used to be hard for me.
There wasn’t enough light so I was able to see.
But as the leaves fall and float from the tree,
Perhaps we can discuss it, over some tea.

My mind never stops searching for that new idea
It’s hard to hold back when I don’t have any fear.
Except for the fact that sometimes I disappear,
I feel something is coming and know it is near.

I’m just a simple man; I know what I do,
Visions become tainted by all I’ve been through.
The pieces join together and you are the glue,
The sun always rises when the sky is blue.

I think that I’m changing yet I don’t know.
In this season of dying I continue to grow.
It feels like a movie and I’m part of the show,
The words and emotions freely flow…

I can’t worry of tomorrow I just have today.
It seems that lately words don’t get in the way.
Rather, smiles return from just what I say.
Tomorrow shall I know? Perhaps I never may…


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Fight.Be.

Fight for what you love,
For what's right,
For what you believe in.
Just fight.

Believe in what you want.
Believe in who you are.
Believe in prayer,
And in wishes on stars.

Pray about mistakes.
Pray for what you need.
Pray for those you love.
Pray in faith, not in greed.

Love those in your life.
Love the little things.
Love your tribulations,
Because they help you get your dreams.

Dream with faith behind them.
Dream without inhibitions.
Accomplished dreams are celebrations.
Dream as high as the stars you wish on.

Celebrate each moment.
Celebrate each year,
With joy and with laughter,
Some emotion and some tears.

Laugh without limitations.
Laugh at those trying to hold you back.
Laugh and learn to move on.
Laugh like you don't know how to act.

Learn to move on from your mistakes.
Learn to persevere and be strong.
Learn to listen and inspire.
Learn to pick yourself up and keep on.

Inspire yourself.
Inspire those around you.
Be inspired by the life you see.
Put inspiration in everything you do.

Live without any regrets.
Live with a smile on your face.
Live with pride in what you're doing,
And not with other people's disgrace.

Do what you believe in.
Do what you feel is best.
Do what you have to to become who you want to be.
Do you and don't worry about the rest.

Be someone you can respect.
Be happy when you see your reflection.
Be strong when no one else is.
Be unafraid when the time comes for action.


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AT THE END

Another lap has finally kicked off
And a lot of energy already stored up.
One step at a time is the plan
Just that each step will surprise every man

The first was more than awesome.
The tape more thrilling than revealing
Replaying it, I ask myself how come?
Now my first step can’t be anything less inspiring

Already at my first step,
The only thing I see is the end 
Looking so far but yet so close to me.
Here I come, watch out for me.


A poem dedicated to February, 2013, a month so pregnant
Written 2/2/13


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What are we fighting for

I think I’m pretty sure I don’t care anymore.
Where it went so wrong I’m not so sure.
As I go to leave, I slam the door.
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

I watch the world come apart in front of me.
 Destruction and plight as far as the eye can see.
As we send our children off to another war,
,I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

My life seems like a tangled web; 
My emotions they begin to ebb.
As I look to the future what is in store
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

This life I lead has it’s good and bad,
Times of sorrow along with times I’m glad
As I pick the pieces up off the floor,
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

We need to give peace a chance to grow,
Then it shall become all that we know.
Feed the hungry and help the poor,
I remember this is what we are fighting for…


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Recipe

~ You should know ~

When it comes to love 
and be loved
Its hurt to love someone 
with no return.
When it comes to cherich 
and being cherished
Its hurt to like someone 
with no return.

When it comes to having 
inner peace
It isn't easy to overcome
When it comes to lurid 
tease
Don't call, laugh it loud 
to overcome.

~  Take caution please ~


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I try to find peace

I try to find peace so I look to the sky,
I spread my wings with hope I can fly.
I watch the bids and wonder why not me,
There’s so much in life I simply don’t see.

I see things go as it puts me at ease,
When I want something I try to say please.
I want so much, to feel peace in my heart,
When you become lost, it’s hard to see the start.

So I start by putting one foot before the other,
I don’t worry too much I soon will discover.
That much that you learn you already knew,
You are defined by all the things that you do.

As the sun sets, clouds spread across the sky,
The first thing you must do is decide to try.
As the sun sinks, falls behind the hill,
I try to find peace within my free will.


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Another Kind of Man

To be intrusive to another's mind to taste what the hells going on
To be different from other men as they sing a different song
For this, this blind man seeks to be the seeker to see and scan
To go inside the mind of another, another kind of man

History has shown and reminded of the monsters that have been
This trait of human man, as each generations scene
What makes us be so different, to hurt whom we care and love
Is it some form of weakness we allure, against family loving doves

As I enter their minds even deeper, the appalling rise to view
Standing proud in their deathly mask, their hurting of others true
Rapists, serial killers and dictators, or even the family man
What possesses their power to indulge, that this blind man can't even scan

My thoughts go out to you all, who have suffered at the hands of man
Evolution is not the answer, to really be who they can
This blind man he said to me, if I look into you what will I find
My reply to him was simple, I'm just a different kind 









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


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Together

We met yesterday,
On the outside of school.
Just looking at you today, 
Man, I think you're so cool.

We started talking to each other,
Wondering if this is forever.
We told ourselves we can't find another,
I hope later on we will be together.

For now we're really good friends,
I hope this will last forever.
Maybe one day it will,
And we will be together.


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SAD REGRETS LOCKED IN ENDURING SILENCE

How often and how loud
words wanted to burst out,
and let everyone know with my tender blink...
what I felt all along, but never had showed it!


Here's my chance to unafraidly talk,
let's chat while we take a long walk;
would a sincere heart hold back its love in deeper, quiter sound,
when everything it has done...was sweet, lovely and profound?


Adored friend, listen to these sad regrets
locked in enduring silence...once so doubtful and unwise; 
help me reveal them, and how glad these eyes
would be, if you could catch them in your caring hands.


Forgive me for not having been honest,
and hidden these precious words behind this timid chest;
you must have felt that need for utterance,
and anxiously waited for that moment with kindly patience.


And finally, I've found that courage to openly say them,
" Love shouldn't be held back, but be truly free to express itself;
I have repressed all the beautiful feelings for a foolish fear,
now, be certain that they will delight you in wonderful ways, dear!"  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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THE AMERICAN WESTWARD EXPANSION

The Quakers, being religiously persecuted, set sail from expatriated England;
they were the first settlers to reach the shore of New England: a free land!
Later the Puritans came and settled in other eastern, bustling colonies
seeking the same religious freedom, but their urge was stronger than dreams.


Many moved westward on foot, on horseback and on overloaded wagons...
exploring the American wilderness plundered by indigenous Indians;
they searched for grassland everywhere, to let their cattle roam and graze;
first they built wooden shacks on vast, lush prairies full of Queen Ann's Lace. 


And out of this American westward expansion, came the fearless pioneers,
who sought gold mines...despite the wild cowboys causing troubles
with heavy drinking and desire for unscrupulous women, seeking money and pleasure, 
who served them more whisky and lured them to a room with a demeaning measure.


Beyond the Rocky Mountains' and the Appalachians Mountains' skies,
these diligent pioneers obtained wealth with sweat and sacrifices...
changing and shaping the wild landscapes of arable land,
avoiding the drudgery of getting stuck in mud and sand.


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I'm so tired

I’m so tired my mind goes on the blink
Although I find myself my life is on the brink
So I get myself up and fix myself a drink
Not everything is exactly as you would think.

I’m so tired of the way that things always go
I think that I am learning yet see that I don’t know
So I plant another seed and hope that it shall grow
My life plays before me like a picture show.

I’m so tired I think I need some sleep
I’ve tried everything maybe I will count some sheep
I try to swim to shore but the water got to deep
The rain begins to fall as if the angels’ weep.

I’m so tired but I have so much to do
I try to break away but my mind is set on you
I see inside my heart and hope that it is true
It; all becomes tarnished by all that we’ve been through.

I’m so tired I think I’ll get some rest
I don’t always do so well I guess I should confess
I gather up the pieces and then try to fix the mess
I just wanted more but settled for a little less.


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Twenty Six

Twenty six lights that will shine no more,
The senseless violence we cannot endure.
Twenty six acts to show that you understand,
Divided we fall yet united we stand.

Twenty six people who will no longer be,
Despite the wounds compassion we see.
Twenty six smiles that were taken away,
People carry candles to light up the way.

Twenty six reasons we all should reach out,
Hope shines through the shadows of doubt.
Reach out your hand to show that you care,
Understanding rises from the ashes of despair.

Twenty six stars light up in the sky,
As the world mourns, wondering why?
Twenty six lives that were not lost in vain,
So many tears released from the pain.

Twenty six died, it could have been more,
As we look to the future what is in store?
Twenty six lives we shall always remember
Death comes to Newtown, this cold December.

Twenty six acts of faith coming from our hearts,
As each one is granted, the healing just starts.
Twenty six reasons that it can get better,
Love falls like rain, we all get wetter.


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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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She and I, Await to See

I stand in awe at the arrivals gate As she walks towards me, my heart now waits In-trepidation now sinks in My hands to touch her Spanish skin I feel a feeling never known before Emotions of love ooze through my pores Closer she walks into my world I joy to witness her hair being twirled I understand after we've talked for a while Mitigating circumstances, but we still smile Tomorrows take their time because of this As we continue our holiday, in hope and wish I reflect on the days that we spent together How happy she was in the Scottish weather Now she has returned, I'm again left all alone I hope and pray Scotland will be her new home I meditate, contemplate, in understanding to believe In wonder muse I marvel when we met my eyes did see As she walked towards me, my heart now awaits Will she ever return, through the arrival gates


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The Fortress

This fortress is coming down;
It's been a long time in the making.
This bastion can't hold its own;
All these walls are shaking.


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The Bait

They send you into danger telling you it has to be
And they hope that you'll never be late
It is the best thing that you ever could see
though it never ends good for the bait

you're pushed out in front to be seen by the foe
and just being there doesn't feel great
it's just  one of these things that you will need to know
though it never ends good for the bait

Your handlers tell you that you're doing fine
you'll advance soon if you will just wait
just do what they say and keep toeing the line
though it never ends good for the bait

It often feels good to enjoy life in full
and to see what the world has this date
so get out and about and do things that are cool
though it never ends good for the bait

Then go back to doing the things that you do
and cast all of your fortunes to fate
you hope you'll survive all that you are put through
though it never ends good for the bait


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Seeking Trouble

The devil seeks trouble
Like a roaring lion
        Devours double
We are God's scion


Stlye after the writer George Herbert...


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Voting Day

Wake up, wake up!
Voting Day's here,
Everyone out there
Should be of good cheer;
This is the time
For which we have prayed,
Voters get out there,
Make everything change!

Get up, get up!
Make your voice known
What are you doing 
In bed in your home?
Now it is time to
Change this country's fate;
Get to the polls, 
Don't you be late!

Be swift, be strong!
Give it your best,
Let the American
Founders have rest;
Choose the best women
And choose the best men,
Make use of today,
For it won't come again!

Make use of today;
It won't come again!


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Wrapped inside a dream



Love is like a gift wrapped inside a dream
Everything I’ve known is not quite as it seems.
It’s raining and cloudy, rather cold outside
A new light in my heart keeps me warm inside.

The days just drift by not as much time as before
Like a flower awakening I see what the future has in store.
The inspiration flows like sands through an hourglass
I have a front row seat to view each one  pass.

The night becomes a place of hope and light
Gone is the past and the demons of night.
It’s been many years but they have gone away
Inspiration grows inside of every word I say.

I can’t wait for morning to greet what this day brings
The love inside my heart makes my soul just sing.
I can’t wait to hear your voice it seems a part of me
I hear it in the wind and in all the things that I see.

The hope just keeps on rising like the ocean's tide
I find a new comfort in this love I shall confide.
As the waves crash in sweeping the sands away
I have found some comfort in the safety of the bay.


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Robin Gass

Right as rain and true of heart
the first bird of the spring
this fine poet this gentle one
was made for finer things.

From rough beginnings to ends
from hardship to sorrow
her words sang out to all
her time only borrowed.

The needs of family must
come before her own need
to write, to sing, to be
before her own soul's creed.

We miss our song bird, Robin
we miss her words her heart
pray she'll come back to us
to Poetry where she started. 


Poet: D. Guzzi


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Each Day I Hope


Oh how I long to hold you close
and open up my heart 
To share with you so many things
and never be apart

I've dreamt of you so many times
and watched you from afar
A longing deep within my soul
you are my shining star

Each day I hope you'll notice me
but disappointment rains
I gather strenth within my heart
and pray to ease this pain

Oh surely there's a purpose here
a reason to believe
I'll go to sleep again tonight
and dream you're here with me


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BIG TOWN YOUNGSTER'S DREAMS

So alone and pensive, he stares at the paved, glaring square below
admiring an elegant lady strolling by...
with a vibrant spirit in his blood, his enthusiasm will flow;
what kind of reward will he have, if he doesn't try?


Young man, have you done enough to get ahead in life?
Oh, you desire a marriage and many kids;
they will come through fortitude and sacrifice...
put aside every useless fear and beat all the odds!


Big town youngsters' dreams are awaiting release
from a heart, which will see his dream realized...
when triumph, fortune and glee will never cease;
he stands at the balcony with a look so mesmerized! 


Entered in Iolanda Scripca's contest,
" Untold Secrets "


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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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Read Earth

Harsh beauty spreading far and wide
Mother's creation by nature's own bride
Iron grain canvas under bright atmosphere
Where arid, baked land meets water cool and clear

Streaming cruel heat reigns over all
Beating down on a land held in subjugating thrall
Parched artistry spreads over miles of land
Rocks, hills and animals, and course shifting sands

Fevered earth burns on an unshod sole
Trees give sparse shade to those who stroll
Along a path, that's been walked by few,
Over millennia past; now awash with soul's residue

Land red with iron and actions abhorred
With laughter and bitterness, with hope deeply stored
A vast stunning world, a back drop so grand
A future and history that's held in the land


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We Are One and the Same

Once again although we are one and the same
One strikes another in confrontational shame
The thirty eighth parallel shows that man has not lost
To discuss through weapons, no matter the cost

Diplomacy with thought, before all leaders speak
Just listen to each other as it's peace that we all seek
It's not just your own lives that you play with today
Escalation of conflict brings others their say

History tells us that no one really gains
Only generations present, will feel wars pains
No care is ever given when decisions to fight are made
Whilst we await the screaming whistles of their hostile serenade

We live in the world of conscience, mans dark abyss
Whilst the majority enjoy the light, peace is their wish
Will there ever be a day, when man may finally learn
To abide by life and decency that decent people yearn








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-7.php


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Activiity #34

One last time
One last kiss
Will the next time
Feel just like this?

If I stop
If I open my eyes
Will it be gone?
Does it all die?

What's protecting
My fragile heart?
What's keeping love
From tearing it apart?

Should I just stop?
Just give up the fight?
Should I just walk
Straight into the light?

I won't give up hope
It will all work out
It's not like it's something
I can't live without


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Panthera tigris altaica

A beauty so rare in it's habitat
Endangered they are by the human brat
Like many others on our planet earth
Our greed devalues their living worth

These Siberian Stripe-rs from the Trans-Caucasus lands
To view it in it's wilds is a feeling of grand
But it's so tragic to believe how few of them remain
Around five hundred and twenty, live in their domain

Three hundred and fifty Kg's, with a one metre tail
Panthera tigris altaica is the size of the male
In China they are being reared to repopulate it's wilds
So generations of our children, will deservedly smile

Will we ever learn that they are entitled to be here
As us humans expand into their expanse year after year
There has to be a time when respect is due to them
Then our time has come to change from man to men

If the above does not happen, we become the last two lines
Another species gone, this most beautiful panthera feline
Imagine the moment when you look into his eyes
There are millions of us, as their last one dies




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-11.php


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Life's Black Abyss

Captured in life
Manacled in chains
Is living easy
Without any pains

One can sit
Day by day
Pondering in hope
It goes away

Ones thoughts travel
To distant places
Meandering in time
As strife retraces

Full moons grace
White doves appear
My ledge awaits
Near and near

Windows are stared
Their black abyss
Draws weak souls
A final kiss




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-8.php


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Joy to the world

I breathe my joy into the world seed to take root and leaf unfurl within the troubled hearts of those whose thorn may turn into a rose


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THE DREARINESS OF THIS FRIGID SEASON

Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset,
goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds,
whose melody accompained me to winter's doors;
and with deep sadness I kept on looking back.


Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings;
watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing
the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees,
and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. 


Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar,
forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire;  
and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season,
which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. 


O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; 
and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence,
in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley?
Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense!


Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, 
sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule;   
goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup,
which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. 


Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in,
reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales...
hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages;
relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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America's Lament

Slipping gently towards entropy,
Ownership with an apostrophe.
Braid the loose frays of sanity
Till something true finally answers me.

Troops are marching over many lands,
Tagged cornflower blue--a worldwide brand.
Don't speak out or you will be banned,
Towers implode just as they've planned.

Constantine merged Rome's faiths to one
Keeping time and step with Pagans.
Moloch laughs at our dull compassion
While Illuminati goals corrupt conception.

With a punitive eye beneath the skin
Mankind’s been declared the pathogen.
So an age of ignorance was ushered in
With aims to squelch the soul within.

Rotating parties deflect shared shame
Allowing complacency to be blamed.
Splintered populations can be tamed,
And bombs tend to leave bodies maimed.

Thieves steel gold and filch the free press,
Bobble heads working to keep up stress,
Businessmen sponsoring all this mess.
"We've got some pills if you feel depressed..."

We inherently trust their authority
As they outlaw nutrients due to toxicity.
In an effort to organize bioactivity
They count on our enduring apathy.

We protest lies, so they've built some pens.
Peace simply means they'll take our weapons.
"So go buy a widescreen for your den
To watch us start your wars again."

Even the name Bilderberg is a joke.
As they like it they’ve managed to fleece us broke,
Locking humanity into the yoke.
They sold the world lies before they ever spoke.

Crypto-eugenics is a fatal threat,
Academia functioning as a stooge pet.
Look into those eyes; they've got no regret
To kill us all off like they're clearing a debt.

Global control would only serve them well,
Micro chipped souls have no secrets to sell.
Salivate each time you hear their bell
Or they'll call themselves gods chasing you through hell.

Our oppressive puppet liars, they will not quit,
So don't waste breath saying, 'I'll submit.'
Words of our liberty are just and legit,
And truthful self-rule is a righteous fit.

When bureaucrats state dissent is treachery
In truth they've already sold their loyalty,
They still threaten our sovereignty.
Reclaim our human right to be free!


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Better Now

I'm not going anywhere
Though I've tried to leave
You acted like you didn't even care
See the proof beneath my sleeve

I'm not going anywhere
Dont worry about me
Though this life ain't fair
I'm fine now, don't you see?


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So Many Bridges to Cross

So many bridges to cross before I get home
My mind starts to wander my spirit shall roam
The rivers seem wider the hills too steep
The still water is getting way too deep.

So many bridges to cross to get back to you
The sun dries the grass of the cool morning dew
I'd give you the sun, the stars and the moon
I think I might be there arriving quite soon.

So many bridges to cross wonder if I lost my way
There's some misunderstanding of just what I say
Just like a ship that leaves the safety of the bay
The vast ocean before me seems to get in the way

So many bridges to cross maybe I've come to the last
So many behind me they seem to fill up the past
I just need a place but it escapes me somehow
So many bridges to cross I better get going now.


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On The Smile Side

Felicity, when there is melancholy,
is a feat most peculiar.
Likewise, smiles are parallel to joy
while frowns are perpendicular.

To promote happiness
allows "the pent" to unwind.
Their health will become in the pink
and better longevity they will find.

Elation and glee that just simmers should be wanted,
for both are as sweet and fragrant as a nosegay.
Coaxing "the bitter" to relinquish their anger
is a task for "the happy" not to stray.

Being a clown, cheerleader, or simply one  who is nice
should be made hard for others to not adopt.
The synergy of all of our joy and encouragement
will make us "one" and should be something to opt.

Persuasion to have a sense of well-being
starts with the key of offered good sentiments.
Grins, emotional hugs, and pats on the back
should not be selfish games  but personal commandments.


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Imagine a World

Imagine a world without suffering and pain.
Sorrows are washed away with the spring rain.
Once upon a time might seem much like a dream.
The things you once saw are not as they seem.

Imagine a world without conflict and war.
People are not rich but there are no poor.
Where we live with a shared common goal,
To learn just to feel what’s inside our soul.

Imagine a world just filled with love,
Sounds like a gift from heaven above.
All that you know you learn to understand,
Everyone reaches out and does the best they can.

Imagine a world where beauty shines through.
Understanding all along it is all up to you.
It may seem like this can never come true.
What you receive results from what you do.

Imagine a world with only just smiles.
The sky is blue and you see for miles.
The air that you breathe is crisp and clean.
I know that this sounds much like a dream.

Some say I’m a dreamer and I am just one.
You have to just dream for them to become.
Without inspiration how shall dreams come true?
Things can grow again where they once grew.


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Tomorrow's Seed

Old ways of being
No power do they hold
New world upon us
Dare to be bold

Gathered in the light
In numbers strength found
Lighter do we move
Reside on higher ground

No longer is there doubt
Clarity in daily thought
Guided will you be
Revealed answers sought

Time not the enemy
Despair falls away
Higher the vibration
Creates the new day

Found are there many
Once lost their way
Rejuvenated in spirit
Forward can they pay

Anchored no longer
Fear's shackles removed
Unity overcomes -
Hate no longer approved

Take comfort in knowledge
Share all you know
For what we plant today
Tomorrow’s seeds will grow


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Heaven Awaits

Angelic voices singing praises to the Lord Most High,
God's glory fills the heavens with radiance so bright.
Brilliant rainbow colors all around, a pleasure to the eye,
Holding hands with Jesus, knowing everything's all right.


3/24/12
For Carolyn Devonshire's Perception of Heaven contest


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Goodbye For A Season

Goodbye to my bestie,
My lover, Husband,
To someone I never wanted,
But without, I can't stand.

Farewell to my happy,
The kind without reason,
To my truly better half.
Hello to lonely season.

I wish it not to last long,
But the blink of an eye,
Before we say hello again,
And give us one last try.


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Yester-Me 2K12

Certainly I'll reminisce thereof the past,
Tho' shall not dwell therein it evermore.
For when I've inhaled and exhaled life's last,
Perhaps therein memory's realm I'll yet soar.


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A DANCE

TO DANCE WITH YOU SO SLOWLY,
AS WE MOVE ACROSS THE FLOOR,
WE HOLD EACH OTHER TIGHTLY,
WHO COULD HOPE FOR MORE.

TO HOLD YOU CLOSELY TO ME,
TO FEEL YOUR HEARTBEAT RACE,
TO SMELL THE SWEETNESS OF YOUR BODY,
TO SEE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE

AS WE MOVE TOGETHER,
TWO SOULS BECOME AS ONE,
I KISS YOUR NECK,YOUR FACE AND LIPS,
IN HOPE YOU WILL RESPOND.

THE MUSIC SOFT AND MELLOW,
ENGULFS OUR VERY SOULS,
BRINGING US EVER CLOSER,
AS WE BOTH PORTRAY OUR ROLES.

TO DANCE WITH YOU FOREVER,
WOULD LIFT MY HEART SO HIGH,
AND HOLD YOU CLOSER TO ME,
WOULD SEEM WE TO COULD FLY.


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The Great Divide

Racism
Schism
A void
To Altruism

A means
Promote
A path
To more division

The color
The people
Is purple
Ever equal?

Is there
Some way
To span
Across the Steeple

In truth
We lie
And know
Consistent evil

Deny
Deny
The populous
Primeval


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Moving Forward

Focused on moving forward
No more self doubt
If insecurities block my path
I'll simply throw them out

Worrying is no longer my thing
I kicked the bad habit
I used to be shy so I would hide
In a hole like a rabbit

Negativity bombarded me
It led to my downfall
Stayed at the bar for hours
Until they made the last call

What's the use of such abuse
Why are people filled with hatred
I'm sure someday my heart will heal 
Long after the scars have faded


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Shannon's Well Come!/ Ireland, 2003

Arched as a Gothic Temples dome,
Arched as the wood of Cupid’s bow,
Arched as the back of Atlas bent,
The rainbow stretched from end to end.

Full of goodness, God and Goddess,
Each new dew-drenched droplet wreathing,
The checkered hills and bulwark cliffs
Where mans myth and mystery sleep.

No pot of gold, or leprechaun,
Could transform splendor to compare,
To the crystalline colored pallet
Which lay languid in morning's air.

Full of glory to the highest,
Each bright prism particle paired,
With all creation’s precious hues
Dancing, dreamily in the air.


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PARTY TIME

There's gonna be a party.
Just come as you are.
We've all been invited,
From near and from far.

There'll be great food and drink,
And we'll dine royal fare;
And there's no need to worry,
About what to wear.

There'll be kings and queens,
And princes and nobles,
Presidents and residents,
And all of the locals;

But you're just as special,
As any your neighbors,
'Cause your worldly status,
Gets no special favors;

For all you've accomplished,
And all you've acquired,
Is just so much garbage,
And we'll be attired,

In brand new white robes,
A gift from The Father,
Who'll welcome us home,
In person, with honor.

                                 Judy Ball



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Shield

I hope my mistakes don't return to haunt me;
God, I pray, send your angels to guard me.
When the days I stray away from the plan,
Please, reach from the heavens with a helping hand.





©2014 Honestly JT


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Stubborn Strength

Gritting my teeth
Swing low, swinging high.
I've come too far to break
not again, not this time.










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An Elusive Dream

How does one describe true love
But a feeling deep down in your soul
Intangible, a mystery, a true enigma
We're all actors playing a role

It's why this world keeps turning round
Been repeated a million times
A truer truth has never been uttered
The ultimate in feelings sublime

Imagine a world without this treasure
An armada of empty vessels
Floating along on a nothingness sea
Or riding life's precarious trestle

My love and I are truly fortunate
To have found this illusive dream
An enigma that's puzzled this old world
Since man came upon the scene

Trying to define the meaning of love
Is like trying to describe the wind
We feel the effects that both can have
But the visual comes from within

It's only a matter of perseverance
Love eventually will come your way
Take heart and show a little patience
Soon you'll be dancing love's ballet


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I Thought Love Came My Way

I didn’t know what hit me
When I thought love came my way
It came almost out of nowhere
But it would not stay

It made its camp for several years
The best years I thought I’d had
It made me happy now and then
It mostly made me sad

Sometimes it left me alone
Just desperate to hold on
Trying hard to save something
That was already gone

But it vanished quickly
It left me in the cold
And any smiles it brought me
Were replaced by tears tenfold

And so I’ve come to realize
That wasn’t love at all
It wasn’t even close to love
It was just so flawed

Because real love is perfect
Real love doesn’t leave
Real love makes you stronger
It doesn’t make you weak

Real love can’t be broken
It doesn’t fade away
It stands strong through any storm
And it cannot be swayed

I hope that love will find me
And that I’ll know it when it does
I hope that it comes quickly
And that its all that I’ve dreamed of


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WILL THAT BE RAPER OR DRASTIC

              WILL THAT BE RAPEPERHAPS HE’LL FIND THE PLASTIC MILK JUG WE THREW AWAY
                                       TODAY
My wife demanded “come on and take this car and park it”
Oh heavens, wifey poo, what happens if we’re late for the market?
I really didn’t want any more loud conversation and neither did she
And to see if I was close enough to the curb she actually measured it accurately

So we go through the islands of rising prices
And the snack aisle was arranged by a demon’s devices,
We passed cookies and cakes, bread and bottled water
And of course condoms for our sixteen year old daughter

Our daughter is hyper-concerned with what we purchased today
She checks out the products and what the ingredients say
While little Billy is acting silly on isle six because that’s what children do
And he gets Fruit Loops or he’ll  hold his breath until his face turns blue

My little girl said “this one is made of glass, and this one is made of plastic| 
Dad, please tell Billy to be quiet because the situation is drastic
Glass can be recycled but plastic will be here for my great grandson to find 
so we brought a cloth bag because recycling should be in every heart and mind
     © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Please help me save this puny planet that pathetic people are pissing or puking upon purposefully in good shape for Mr. Travis Ian


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I Have Been Sifting Through a Shadow

I have been sifting through a Shadow,
And only found it a shadow indeed--
The black tresses to outline its features,
Like waking at new morning's chime.
 
I greeted it as though my dark and its
Would be a shade indistinct,
And find in each a same-song toil
That needed no words for which to speak.
 
It cast upon my unaccustomed eyes,
And in earnest I rubbed to be sure
The light was not playing tricks on me,
But no light I saw but below my door.
 
The Shadow bemused itself with shadows,
As a bad mother to her youth,
And so much I thought it tender true.
True! The very word is like a mist
 
That hungrily clings to solid ground,
Though it is dark and none can I see.
The light beneath my door is waning,
So I must love the Shadow all the more,
 
But the night is born to bewitch the sense;
Love is an hour that has a minute's way
Where awake or dreaming, I cannot know,
If Shadows have form in the light of day.


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Sweet Lamb of God

O sweet lamb of God,
giver and Ruler of my life.
In whose steps I would trod.
Whose mercy to forgive is rife.

You are with me every day.
In all my thoughts and indecision,
guiding as a light the way,
of ponderance and revision.

Help you gave throughout my life.
On every decision of import.
When I prayed to take a wife
you gave worthily my consort.

You were with me as a child,
glowing thoughts kept me warm.
And with me with supporting smile
as my own babies were born. 

Through years of want or need
as the situations would arrive.
I saw your hand in every deed
that kept our hope and dream alive.

Through times of loss and sorrow
you held me up above the tears.
You gave me hope to reach tomorrow.
For more than my promised years.

Three score plus ten and three
for all those given me to love.
If another day I shall not see,
Sweet Lamb please take me above.

For Deb’s contest: Animal Guardian Spirits
© Apr 16 2010 


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Marvin Moose

You look like a silly old moose, my friend
With those antlers up high on your head
Your name wouldn't be Mickey, would it?
Oh it's Marvin! I like Mickey instead

Well Marvin Moose, how are the forests?
Are we finally turning it around?
Will earth survive the pollution and garbage?
Is it too late to break new ground?

When man's existence is seriously threatened
He usually comes through in a pinch
Have faith in the strength of the human spirit
Even though it's not a lead pipe cinch

Future generations will be eternally grateful
That we've made this gigantic effort
To save the world from ecological disaster
So they'll inherit a world of new sort

You look like a silly old moose, my friend
But at least you'll have forests to live in
With ours and the help of dear Mother Nature
The future looks bright for our kin!

© Jack Ellison 2012


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Dont' Judge Me

Narrow minded you say
I don’t think that way 
I am open as can be
One day, you will see

I am free spirited
So it’s been said
Life is unexpected
Secrets are unknown

Regrets are repeated
Love is unfound
Money is not made
Self-respect begins to fade

Lost in devotion
Puzzled with emotion
Between all the uproar
But one day, I’ll soar 

Gain acquired tastes 
Without saving face
Reach for the stars
Drive fast cars

Become wealthy
Exist happily
Live the dream
And ultimately succeed


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Journey to the Center of My Mind

You scared me with the owl thing,
I wet myself and cried.
You supported me as Weebleking;
I'm glad you're on my side.

When the English man was in my head,
You did not scream and flee.
You grabbed him by his whiskered lip,
And stayed right here with me.

I told you of the mystery men,
Who always follow me;
You did not scoff and mock my words,
You offered sympathy.

And when I dubbed you Willowart,
You did not blow a fuse;
You took it all in gracious stride,
And proclaimed it happy news.

The kind of friend you've been to me,
I could not hope for more.
You've stuck with me through waves and troughs;
Past every rocky shore.

For years I've never given thanks,
Which was definitely rude.
So here today I send you this,
To show my gratitude!

I hope you've liked the trip so far,
Following my wandering brain,
I'll let you rest here for a bit,
Then off we'll go again.


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My Soul Now Sings

My invisible scars
are plain for anyone to see,
as I blindly journey on…
This path of Christianity.

Wanting deliberate faith
ready on my tongue,
I received God’s Salvation
when I was dumb and young.

Inflicted wounds to my soul
from a lack of understanding
have been healed by the Power
of Christ’s personal anointing.

I am worth dying for
according to His Word;
The Lamb’s wondrous sacrifice
had sin to Himself transferred.

Now my soul graciously sings
with overflowing joy!
For redemption has been granted
to this formerly, lost boy.


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The Candles In The House

The candles in the house
Bring all the love around.
Warmth is shed for us to share;
The calming night erases all despair.


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Not enough hope

Gray are the skies, the time is at hand.
I try to grab a hold of all that I can.
The glare of too much light and not enough hope
Leaves my hanging motionless like a puppet on a rope.

My eyes see intentions yet they are so far away.
The truth is unveiled in the words that I say.
My heart feels sorrow for its’ evil bidding.
I try to find myself but I am conscious ridden.

I need to rest yet there’s this burning desire.
I reach for the top but I can’t go higher.
My ears hear a sound but I didn’t stop to think.
My mind goes numb as it disappears in a blink.

I try to understand and see so much more.
But I seem to freeze when I see what’s in store.
I start to feel my soul and then reflect upon myself.
Though I found me I must have been somebody else


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Live Without Sorrow

Raise your voices,
May yourself be heard!
Stick up for whats right,
And be open to learn.

Laugh when you cry,
And sing when you yell.
Lifes is to short,
To mourn, or dwell!

Write with your heart,
May inner words be spoken!
Put back the peices,
That people have broken.

Because the day is to young,
To think about tomarrow.
So live in the now,
And let go of your sorrow.

Watch it fly away,
Fading... so slowley.
Because when it's gone away,
There will be no worry.

So fly with the birds,
Flow away with the breeze.
But always remember,
Life's more than it seems.

So off to your day,
But please keep in mind,
If you believe in yourself,
Your true self you will find.



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Sufficient for the Day

Sufficient for the day is the Lord’s grace,
although the day has troubles of its own;
remain standing on the foundation of faith,
for the secret… is going before God’s throne.

Daily measures of mercies and love are available,
since Christ our advocate is making intercessions
that lift us up – for when we eventually fall down,
as the result of our sinful transgressions.

Sufficient for the day is the Lord’s joy,
although the day has troubles of its own;
God’s love for us has been made evident,
seeing the Son’s Salvation has been made known.

With a new day, stillness may certainly come;
unite your voice with eternity’s songs.
Become comfortable now for giving God praise,
in preparation of joining the heavenly throng.

Sufficient for the day is the Lord’s strength,
although the day has troubles of its own;
so lift us up after we fall again, as we realize…
that Your grace and peace has been already sown.
 

 
-Joe Breunig © 2012, All rights reserved.

Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
 

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Matt 6:34



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blue bra girl

now captive of the Internet
a junta's brutality is beset
captured for the world to see
the batoned beating of democracy

North East Africa, it can't be claimed
to solely fill this role of shame
but now viral bits are flying 'round
protesting people's being beaten down

women the circumference of the world
are persecuted for their gender's creation
cell cameras will, a new day herald
responsive answers from caring nations

people can be beaten and put down
forced to some savage submission
but what goes 'round comes 'round
violence begets, of its own volition

Mohandas lead too, where many follow
the harder, bloodier road of peace
declarations of change only ring hollow
when silenced by some thought police

© Goode Guy 2011-12-22

http://www.npr.org/blogs/pictureshow/2011/12/21/144098384/the-girl-in-the-blue-bra


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CONSTANCE HOLDS THE KEY TO FREEDOM

Constance holds the key to freedom,
she'll never sit down and die of boredom;
all the free things we don't think of or see,
are there for everyone to experience and enjoy.


Employers buy our time to give them service;
if nothing is for free what's happened to your awareness?
The air we breath, the sunlight we feel, and the fragrant flowers we smell...
weren't these also given by God to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden?



Look around there many more for us to discover...
the incessant waterfalls and rivers still supply their water,
and without them the earth would be an arid desert;
and in this wasteland, only spiders can try to cheat death.



Constance holds the key to freedom, inspiring us timelessly, 
and the beauty of her revelation is that we can pursue it adequately;
she doesn't boast as the rich do, humbleness is her inborn virtue...
welcome her suggestions and begin living your day as busy folks do.

 
Inspired by Constance's Blog MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO AROUND


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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I wish I was better

I wish I was better at leaving well enough alone
To know to pick up the pieces and just go home
I need to learn not everything can I master
Many of these things wind up in disaster.

I wish I was better at knowing when to stop
I seem to be relentless in my pursuit of the top
I know it good to always try to do my best
But when I am tired I have to learn to rest.

I wish I was better at seeing things the way they are
Like counting how many marbles are inside the jar
Every day it changes sometimes near and others far
I look up at the sky and I wish upon a star.

I wish I was better at just letting go
There are some things I don’t need to know
But I always am reaching though I’m not there yet
When I get there I’m not too happy with what I get.

I wish I was better for waiting for tomorrow
To see I have what I need I don’t have to borrow
Sometimes I get better while others I get worse
I need to take the time and consider the source.


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I Dream of a Girl

I dream of a girl To caress my world Gracing my eyes As our future swirls I dream of a girl To share in my life Partners and lovers To relieve my strife I dream of a girl To share my sights Performing to forms Entwined in our writes I dream of a girl To make a new start Sharing my nights Opening my heart I dream of a girl As I awake the next day My dreams have been answered For beside me she lays http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-8.php


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PLANT A SEED

PLANT A SEED



Plant a seed of hope in
Your heart
And watch the tree of your dreams
Grow
Bringing forth the fruits of 
Success 
And away your dreadful fears
To throw


©Demetrios Trifiatis
24 December 2012


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Guiding Choice (Quatrain)

The heart and mind battles with faith and hope entwined.
Each heart has hope for faith with empowerment for glory.
Our minds analyses factual existence,
He gave us both, heart and mind, choice the different guidance.













quatrain form in a poulter's measure style for Brians contest.


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I dream of better times

I think of you often seems every single day.
I see pieces of myself in the words you say.
The snowflakes start falling as I wonder why.
I see that there is no one luckier than I.

I look in your eyes and then see into your soul.
The glitters they possess make me feel whole.
I hear what you say and dawn a smile,
With you beside me I can see for miles.

I dream of the day when we shall meet.
I walk for a while and then take a seat.
I drift off to somewhere inside my heart.
You are right here though we are apart.

I think to myself I have much to be thankful for.
As the future is revealed I see what is in store.
I see us together standing hand in hand,
While time slip away like grains of sand.
I know in my heart I shall never be alone.
You have made my house into a home
I dream of better times yet to come,
With love in my heart I offer you some.


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I believe I believe

Things I don’t get I hope that I may
What is in my heart, the words that I say
Yesterday starts to fade becoming today.
Once it is in my heart it is there to stay.

Sometimes I try to reason how I need to believe
It isn’t really magic no tricks up my sleeve
Hope starts to falter and faith begins to leave
I’ll return another day and maybe I can receive.

I think of heaven as a place that’s above
A special place to be filled with only love
As I seem to find peace I’m reminded of the dove
Perhaps it’s just a sign from up above.

Religion and faith become hard for me to see
I can’t believe in anything if I don’t believe in me
I see haunting shadows from lifeless trees
I resign from my fears and begin to feel free.


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Medical Pot

Medical pot is just what I don’t need.
Took me twenty four years to mend
my craving for the lesser evil deed,
not counting the dough I had to spend.

Cigarettes are nothing compared to pot.
Say what you want, your physical health
deteriorates, your mind starts to rot.
Your life declines, along with your wealth.

The case history of a young girl in need,
I was fortunate enough to have privy to.
At twenty four she was doing the dirty deed.
Just to buy pot and do what pot heads do.

Busted several times over five years.
You can see her decline at a glance.
The booking photos bring on tears.
Her aging from pot is very advanced.

So, no I don’t need the wonder weed.
I hope you don’t let it bring you strife.
This is the advice I hope you’ll heed. 
You, your family, all those in your life.  

© Jun 10 2010 For Michael’s Medical Marijuana contest

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Picture A World

Picture a world-
No hate, no fear
Future generations better
Because you were here

 
Picture a world-
No war, no pain
Enslaved no more
Free will does reign


Picture a world-
No sorrow, no regret
Each moment a gift
Be nothing but your best


Picture a world-
No anger, no demise
Lift as you climb
See yourself in another's eyes


Picture a world-
Clearly can you see
Power is now held
Create what is to be


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Rainy days

It seems on rainy days I usually fall apart
Sorrow returns and infects my heart
But today is quite different it all washed away
The sorrow and the pain went into the storm drain.

Instead I feel inspired I really don’t know why
I seem to wait patiently for the rain clouds to pass by
I know that the sun shall soon return to the sky
Minutes become hours as the time just flies.

I find some new things to hold it all together
They seem to work despite the bad weather
It all feels so strange I think it’s like a dream
So I close my eyes and let myself drift downstream.

When I get to the banks the sky begins to part
The words flow freely from inside my heart
It seems so much has changed without me even knowing
 While the peace of mind it creates keeps on growing.


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Comfort

Walls around,
Of fire and light.
Surround me now,
And hold me tight.


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Gotta Have Hope

I can run, but just not very fast
I'm hoping you don't have a cat.
When it comes to chewing, I'm the best.
I have caused some problems with that.

My two big brothers, they are not lame.
They call me "Runt"; I have to limp.
I am hoping you will change my name.
No one wants to be called a shrimp.

Say you'll keep me, I'll be friends with you
about that cat, I can learn to cope.
Maybe you can teach me not to chew;
I'll try to teach you about hope.


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The big picture will show

I think of my writing putting thoughts to a page.
Lately they free me and release my soul from a cage.
I hope that all the changes can continue to be.
For it uproots my perspectives and the way I see.

I start to feel sorrow when I visit the past.
As I hope that these words won’t be the last.
Time flies by me, sometimes too fast.
I step from the shadows that yesterday casts.

Many times I feel my words are misunderstood.
I’d change them around if I thought I that I could.
I never meant any harm, I seek to do good.
The ground is shifting where I once stood.

The sun returned after days of rain
The sunlight erases all of my pain.
I dream of summer when the days were long.
But winter is upon me and the light is gone.

I seem to find strength and just move on.
I’m tired of hearing that same sad song.
I just try to put one foot before the other
Find a shelter where I can take cover.

The winter wind howls yet it’s warm inside.
Change does arrive with the coming tide.
The waves crash down removing the sand.
As time slip by, the time is at hand.

I don’t know the future or where this path leads,
I never get what I want yet find what I need.
I don’t know the answer but don’t have to know,
When it’s time for me to see the big picture will show.


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Calling Out To Me

Somewhere there is a meadow
Where animals love to be
With flowers flowing in the wind 
Calling out to me

Somewhere near this meadow
Sits a cabin one can’t see
It waits there in peace and quiet
Calling out to me

Just beyond the meadow 
There is a row of trees
Shading all that hides within
Calling out to me

Somewhere near this meadow
Are birds and honey bees
Drifting on the summer breeze 
Calling out to me

Somewhere there is a meadow
That's where he will be
Somewhere beneath a mountain
Calling out to me


Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend


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A fresh start

A peace seems to grow as I progress through this day
It seems to become part of me infused in what I say
Things I’ve seen many times look brand new today
I find some comfort as I leave the safety of the bay.

Little drops of happiness are falling from the sky
The rain just keeps on falling as the clouds float by
Still, I wonder where I fit and I wonder why
Everything becomes a part of something larger than I.

The rain used to make me sad but something has changed
Not completely different maybe just rearranged
I seem to see beauty in everything I see
I see what is and hope for what may be.

I’m feeling rather happy everything is going my way
The past is slowly fading the demons have gone away
I see this peace growing inside of my heart
From the ashes of the end comes this new fresh start.


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MOVING ON


The miles can never separate,
The hearts of friends held dear,
Nor can they sever bonds of love,
That bind them ever near;

And as the sands of time pass by,
And memories seem to fade,
The visions of a dear one's face,
The years will ne'er erase;

And though it seems so long ago,
That we could laugh and talk,
A time will come when Golden Streets,
Together we will walk.

                                   Judy Ball





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The UnKnOwN

ThE UnKnOwN

Loneliness, sadness, bitterness and sweet
Caring, kindness, longing your gentle touch
Wondering when we will possibly meet
My prince charming, my King, so on and such

Time is of the essence, hurry make a fuss
Your presence seems unfamiliar, yet so lush
Rescue me now, save me, don’t be afraid
Quickly now, no time to serenade

Don’t scurry away when our love is fresh
We would make such a wonderful mesh
As I lay before I put me to sleep
I contemplate on the path that I lead

Waterfalls and tear drops begin to seep
I gaze upon my window and stare deep
Into the rays of the shimmering light
Suddenly a diamond appears into the night...


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Lament of a Burdened Heart

The haunting coo of a mourning dove
Shrouded in a rainy haze
A burdened heart seems void of love
Recalling carefree days

The cup that is held is empty now
With no one to refill
The promise once kept, now disavowed
And blamed upon God’s will.

Looking out with hollow eyes
Behind them, an anguished mind
Calling out with silent cries
With no relief to find

The burdened heart has left its song
To the laments of the mourning dove
In hopes that angels come along
And carry it to the Lord above



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A CALL FROM DAD

My child the time is growing short.
We really need to talk.
There are things that you don't understand,
So you rave and rant and balk.

You want to captain your own ship,
Won't kneal before a Master,
Because many who have lived by faith,
Have met with some disaster;

But all men serve a god, My Child,
Be he low or noble born;
But it seems the more a man is blessed,
The more he tends to scorn,

All that's good and right in life,
And all that makes good sense;
But for showing such distain,
There must be recompense.

The sheep who stay within the fold,
Are fed, protected, sheltered;
But those who shun the Shepherd's care,
Are food for wolves and buzzards.

Come home to Me while there's still time,
I'll open wide the door.
Come home while I still reach for you,
Be strange to Me no more.

                                         Judy Ball

This body ages, withers and dies.
The spirit lives on.


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Reunited In Spirit

Boundaries are there none
Twin flames rise to meet
Eternal reconnection
Dance to the hearts beat

As mirrors do reflect
Truth found in another's eye's
Forever in the light
Removed the dark’s disguise

Space and time unite
Perfect harmony do they sing
With perfect composition
A new world do they bring

Released are the demons
Once thought to hold control
No longer are you broken
Faith restored, now whole

No more are you weary
Battles all been fought
Each step of the journey
Rewards, with knowledge sought

Dance can you now
Flame eternal does grow
Reunited in spirit
Holds all you need to know


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Fragments

Still is the heart
Fearful in it's beat
True desire does it know
Painful past, first must defeat

Safe does it feel
Others words do approve
How quickly we forget
From complacent removed

Hard fought the battle
Freedoms lessons do cost
Time waits for no one
Once gone, forever lost

In fragments have you lived
Scattered pieces here and there
Never seen, the whole picture
True potential – unaware

Thought have you often
Love enough, there must be
Correct have you been
Clouded vision, can not see

Want does the soul
Reconnection with love
Purpose reignited -
From fear rise above

Found is the strength
Different corner can you turn
In choice can you now
Create all, for which you yearn


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Saint Paul, Witness of Hope

St. Paul immersed in difficulties
Trials of various kinds
Wrote to his disciple Timothy
Must go back with Risen Jesus to Damascus


Follower the Law of Moses
Determined to fight
Every means
Even kill those regarded God’s enemies

On the way to Damascus
To arrest followers of Christ
Was blinded by mysterious light
Heard himself called by name

Saul, Saul, 
“Why do you persecute Me?”
Fell to the ground, asking
“Who are you, Lord?”

“I am Jesus
Whom you are persecuting” (Acts 9:3-5)
After encounter
His life changed dramatically 

He received baptism to Paul
Became Apostle of the Gospel
Inwardly Transformed by Divine love
Had met in the person of Jesus Christ

He wrote “Life I now live, in the flesh I live by the Son of God”
Who loved me and gave Himself to me
From being a persecutor
He became a witness and a missionary

Founded Christian Community
In Asia Minor and Greece
Travelled thousands of miles among all kinds of dangers
His martyrdom is all for the love of Christ


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Use My Life (Swap Quatrain)

In the end it is I who will pay
For the things I do and words I say
The road ahead is full of bends
It is I who will pay in the end

In every bend there is a fork
When I stutter I feel like a dork
There is a message I hope to send
There is a fork in every bend

I love to be what you need
Lord I see myself as your seed
I confess so the world can see
What you need I love to be

Use my life Lord as you will
Teach me how to think and feel
You are first and then my wife
Lord as you will use my life


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Salt And Gold

My tears of elation are not tears at all.
Each one; worth its salt, worth all weight in gold.
Each one; a pearl feather, which glows as it falls,
And soaks in to settle the hope that I hold.


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The fire within

                 The fire within


I sit down and watch the candles’ fire
It seems I’m at odds with my needs and desires.
The flame burns true and grows much higher
It seems relentless and never shall tire.

A breeze blows and the flame does flicker
A fog rolls in and starts to get thicker.
Still there is light and I’m able to see
The flame is like desire burning in me.

The candle grows shorter the flame goes low
I see so much yet, so much I don’t know.
Once again the breeze starts to blow
It seems that the end is starting to show.

My mind starts to wander as the flame does dance
Never the same as I take a second glance.
I see so much in life is left to just chance
I drift to a dream as the flame puts me in a trance.

I see the flame much like the fire inside my soul
As the flame rises I begin to feel whole.
I reach the next bridge and pay the toll
I cross the bridge because there’s nowhere to go.

I reach the other side and the rise of the sun
Casts illumination on who I have become
The fire may grow low but never goes out
While the flames chase away the shadows of doubt.


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Tilted Thoughts

Love from Adam at Eden's shore
The dark nobles tailing my feet-
Our deeds rhyme, but thoughts- doubts do greet
'Til we dock at the fateless shore
Echoes would cease, as tears permit
When rays grace my greys from Red core
Now you're gone, your loss, I ignore
One cross, three burdens, paths do split

From holy clouds, I smiled in tears
In harmony, we tackled fate
Still ants preys our proud humble mate
No peace in realms, bereft of fears
Now you're gone, hades reflect my hate
Yet stoic abode, grace secret rears
A cold hut, muse of kindred pairs
New glimpse; shadows of former Date

Again! -this dark noble, again?
My cross and his, a curse to tend
salient smile, nemesis do bend
Now we're here, on treasured terrain
Grounds and walls, my presence do blend
In days and nights, sun and rain
Your cause -a curse, doubles my pain
Sealed thoughts tilts with guilt of dumb end

Tripple souls breathing with an heart
To dine together, yet apart


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Hope

This is for the lonely dreamers, 
who fantasize of a life of grandeur, 
Who never cross off the possibilities, 
of whatever their minds can conjure. 

For those who look forward to the rising sun, 
to set the skies ablaze and burn away, 
The stagnate and unequivocal nothing, 
the dark secrets of yesterday. 

For those who wait for the forgiving moon, 
a single shining light illuminating the night, 
Helping to embrace the cold, lonely solitude, 
helping take off the heavy mask of fright. 

For those who stare at the clouds, 
to escape their mundane reality. 
For those who gaze at the stars, 
in search of some unknown entity. 

The inextinguishable light of hope burns, 
deep within our hearts for eternity. 
As we search for the courage, 
to take a step onto the winds of destiny.


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I must close my eyes

I think I find my place and then it’s gone.
I paused for a second, maybe a second too long.
I’ve seen all this before, I know this song.
A bell marks the time with first a ding then a dong.

As the world caves in I make my stand,
The time slips away much like grains of sand.
Things never turn out quite as you plan.
I feel this urgency, the time is at hand.

The bell still tolls on, marking the past.
It feels like time is moving too fast.
The sun starts to set providing contrast.
But the day is over and the chance has passed.

I’m so tired; I’m in need of some sleep.
The water around me still gets deep.
I see another chance so I take the leap.
Only to realize the hill is too steep.

I resign to this fact and just close my eyes.
I still have tomorrow though time flies.
The clouds shall part and the rain will dry.
I welcome the thought, the return of blue sky.


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Glimpse of Light

Glimpse of Light

When sorrow and pain set in,
And storms came all of a sudden
Surely a glimpse of light rays
Because Jesus is on our way!


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free cee weak week by week

                 WEAK WEEK BY WEEK

He's a weak man, my son
his will is nil
he's always on the run
and sprinting from pill to pill

my son he's got problems galore
one step ahead and two back
he has woes and each morning brings him more
and the list is a litany of everything he's come to lack

he lacks the ways and means to say no
even if it's something he knows is counter-productive
every evening he wonders where he should go
because he's chasing something strong and seductive

his objective is a powder that provides him peace
because, son, he's not comfortable being him you see
that man is me and I hope someday my quest will cease
and my beloved son, I hope you don't end up like me      
    © 2012....copyright PHREECEE ~free cee!~


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Mind's Insecurity

Mind’s Insecurity

Why is it hard to hear your own words?
speaking truth but refusing to hear…
fine showing, hard swallowing
leave bitter tastes, easier to say
conflict inside.
Knowing there is no opposite
one real the other fake.
Yet the mind hurts the heart
with accusations or clues
even if it’s not true.
What do you do?
act like there isn’t pain
while attempting to be the same.
Silence surrounds speaking volumes
difference in intimacy become problems
left out for part of a plan
telling your mind to understand.
How do you recover from distance?
that your mind created
we know how misled that can be
flighty, focused on the worse
surviving all is its only course.
Upsetting solved issues
making it hard to get through
stupid when brought to light
already advising what is right.
One extreme to the next
bad habits hard to forget
practice what’s said
follow the heart
release the mind’s insecurity instead.


-Symphony


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STANDING ON HIS ROCK

One never realizes where inspiration comes from,
I found mine while strolling along...
a land with beautiful landscapes
that wouldn't let dreams escape.
 

One isn't born a poet, it's a revelation of fateful events 
that are analyzed by an inner feeling...
so immensely simplistic and revealing,
absorbing the essence of prudence. 


Some dissident strongly pointed out the strange isolation of an intellectual,
being estranged from real people who are more amicable...
how would he know how desolation confines
that soul in search of a serenity redeemed by prize?


Not living on the edge, but tasting the richness of slowness,
which controls the pace of the footsteps,
always keeping them in the right track...
how could peaceful thoughts trigger a violent death?


Thrilled to admire a head full of white hair, when that time arrives,
and reading names on limestone graves, 
deepens my comprehension...
comparing their age to mine.


Walking in the true faith, seeing the wonders and the miracles,
and that fervent faith will make me walk 
in the spirit for a testimony to all believers...
and as a follower of Christ, I stand on His rock.  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Past to Present

If you have ever felt so down
Do you stop to think and stare
The roads of life that have taken you
To your point in life that your there

Have you ever felt to look back
On life's journey from when you were young
Knowing now your crossroads has been reached
Through the door your new life can begin

To arise and take that first step
Look back to your past and ponder
From where you stand look ahead
Your past steps will lead you to yonder





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-4.php


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Ode To a Liar

Full of bluster and blow was this woman
Intricate lies and stories had become her fun
But when it came right down to proof
The truly innocent were those who won


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ONLY WHEN GOD IS WALKING DOWN MY PATH

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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Unbeaten

Hate may dissipate
envy has its ploy
greed can dominate
but Love is an abiding joy
 


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Just Hold On

When all the pieces just fall apart,
Fall inside this void in my heart.
When all you cherished is all but gone,
All you have left is to just hold on.

When you climb your way to the top,
Then the bottom falls out and you drop.
I search for light but can’t wait for dawn.
All you have left is to just hold on.

When you stand back up yet feel alone,
Another lost soul in search of a home.
You have to stop at the line that’s drawn.
All you have left is to just hold on,

When you lay your head down to sleep,
Your eyes remain open so you count sheep.
Your mind grows tired your body yawns,
All you have left is to just hold on


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How did Christ show and prove His divine power


Christ showed and proved His Divine power chiefly by His miracles
Which are extraordinary works that can be performed 
Only by the power received from God
Therefore, His sanction and authority

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THE STEADFAST FORCE GUIDING ME

No one can see the steadfast force
guiding me toward infinite peace,
an untroubled and limpid sea...
with glittering, foaming waves!


Some call it faith, I call it strength;
and somehow leads me to believe in destiny...
that the spirit cannot be broken easily
when the foundation is built on courage!


I strum my guitar and sing Alleluia, and as 
I carefully walk...I can't ever stumble
on a smooth road, where evil is not present...  
to give a sign of premonition to an ever-faithful!

 
I go past the pear' orchards in a remote farm,
and the pheasants sit in the golden branches;
the fruits look so succulent inviting me to taste them,
others have wished to savor such a sweetness!


A surge of sublime joy swells inside like that of songs,
and gracefully I sing them by allowing sustenance...
the steadfast force guiding me to enjoy the supreme moments
as if sighting a supernova, which will not lose its brilliance!


An oath of obedience I have made to God,
and being humble, I will honor Him repeatedly...
in all kinds of prayers and proclaim Him Lord
whose hand is the steadfast force guiding me!

Cpoyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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I dream of spring

With winter upon me I start to dream of spring.
Though my senses feel numb I can’t feel anything.
I remember the sun its rays could warm the soul.
Though the cold of winter is still taking its toll.

I remember the scent of flowers clinging in the air.
Where once it was barren the grass shall grow there.
The trees begin to blossom as they come alive.
The beauty surrounds in every direction I drive.

I hear the bird singing they seem to rejoice.
The enjoyment of life seems to be the only choice.
 They gather up twigs to construct a new nest.
They work until dark and then they do rest.

The days grow much longer I see so much light.
 It seems like a beacon to guide me from night.
The sun grows strong and everything grows.
The warmth can be felt as a gentle breeze blows.

I feel my spirit grows I think I can fly.
I just spread my wings and take to the sky.
 I look down to see all the world down below
The seeds that were planted are starting to grow.

I see spring much like a return of the senses
Nature agrees, it becomes a general consensus.
The dream seem so real I can taste it in the air.
 Winter shall fade and spring senses shall fare.


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The Difference

Vacant cache 
Arid well 
Hollow cave 
Silent knell 

Stony flesh 
Scentless smell 
Frozen heart 
Fractured shell 


That was before... 

Lively laugh 
Refreshing dew 
Treasured time 
Vibrant hue 

Awakened sense 
Brightened view 
Love's aroma 
Found anew 
 

This is a re-post
© Donna Golden


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Gifts of today

The rain was falling as the sun hit the sky.
A rainbow appeared it just caught my eye.
Tears from heaven as the angels do cry.
Tears lost inside the rainbow, way up high.

My imagination runs wild I wonder what’s at the end?
That illusive pot of gold may be around the next bend.
Or perhaps it a place where all your dreams come true,
Maybe all of these things above are just up to you.

I awake this morning with a smile on my face,
As you take my hand and guide me to a safe place.
A place where contentment and love shall grow,
The more love you give the more you will know.

I drive off to work, I simply haven’t a care.
As a matter of fact I can’t wait to get there.
It seems all the pieces just join together.
I drift through life much like a feather.

I dream of flying because I know I can.
I find myself back at where I began.
Though it’s familiar, it’s not quite the same.
I know what it is but can’t think of the name.

The day flies by as my mind finds peace.
I look at the puzzle I found a new piece.
Everything seems different when you feel love.
It seems much like a gift from heaven above.


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What 3 sins seem to cause most evil in the world


Drunkenness
Dishonesty and
Impurity
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times

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Till Reason Intervened

I had nearly touched the spire
Wherein reason intervened--
And labeled hope a liar,
So the council then convened.

But the quorum in its meeting
Felt discourse a useless thing,
For hope is always fleeting...
Even with the slightest wing.

~Mel


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REBUILDING WHAT WAS TORN DOWN

Rebuilding what was torn down
might take endless effort,
and it can be definitely done
without recalling the hurt.


To visualize it again,
it's putting together the ideas 
that started it in adolescence...
will it be the same dream as then?


Some achievers build it
as a bricklayer does: brick by brick...
until it is clearly conceived,
to amaze themselves who strongly believed. 


Rebuilding what was torn down
by malevolent forces takes firm belief,
and with my defiant courage it will have life again:
breathing as I breath with much sought relief.
      

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


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Christmas is in the air


Christmas is coming people are rushing around.
With joy in their heart the love shall resound.
It’s been many years since I’ve felt this way.
It has been much too long I have to say.

In this season spirits seem to uplift.
This is but one of many Christmas gifts.
If you need to find only one place to start,
Let compassion flow freely from your heart.

One simple thing and the world shall change.
The love in your heart you should never estrange.
An act of kindness to someone that’s in need,
Will grow and blossom if you plant the seed.

Maybe the fighting can stop and we will understand,
The world becomes better when we are the best we can.
Nothing could be better than peace in our time,
It starts with and act and then infects one’s mind.

Christmas is a time of peace and good will.
The miracle is before us it can happen still.
Think compassion it will spread to your heart.
The world will join together instead of falling apart.

Something is growing I can feel it right now.
If we begin to care we shall make it somehow.
It starts with you and you need just to care,
Peace to you all, Christmas is in the air.


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I am learning to Believe

  


I’m learning to believe in so many things I cannot see.
Though I don’t see them doesn’t mean they cannot be.
I feel this presence growing from deep inside my heart.
I still have many doubts yet belief has begun to start.

I’m learning that there are things that aren’t up to me.
Things that I can change, while others I let them be.
I don’t know all the answers but I start to learn.
I am feeling something growing as the tables turn.

I’m learning that I, can fall in love once more.
With this broken heart I really was not sure.
You offer me your love, with an extended hand.
It seems it is compassion that I do understand.

I’m learning that Christmas is for everyone.
Not just for the kids, playing and having fun.
I have come to realize the spirit lives inside all.
You need to just believe, both the big and small.

I’m learning all these things yet there’s so much to know.
Knowledge is like an iceberg only the tip does show.
There are many treasures that are buried down below.
All I have do is believe and I feel this knowledge grow.


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I touch the sky

                  

Thoughts float through my head like clouds
They block the sun, the rays they shroud.
I drift to a place where dreams come true
Only to realize that they are what you do.

My life seems like this paper cup
I look for things to fill it up.
But in the bottom there is a hole
I put things in and watch them go.

My words become a river that flows
It starts to rain and the level grows.
I stumble over the rocks and sand
Before too long, at the sea I am.

My hope is like the tallest tree
I reach the top and I can see.
That down below the world is small
I just hold on so I won’t fall.

I watch the sunset the day goes by
With my hope I touch the sky.
The light grows dim as it gets dark
The stars spark something in my heart.

Dreams arrive but not too soon
I stand out in the winter moon.
The wind picks up it gets cold.
The cold reaches in and grabs my soul.

I lay my head down to go to sleep
My eyes won’t close, I count some sheep.
Silence comes as my mind does rest. 
I think I gave this day my best…


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Reawakened

Rising power beheld from the sea.
Universally centered on humanity,
Dispelling the wages of war and sin,
As phoenix arrives, a new world will begin.


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What do we mean by grievous matter

By ‘grievous matter’ with regard to sin mean that the thought
Word or deed which is committed must be either bad in itself
Or severely prohibited
And therefore sufficient to make a mortal sin if we deliberately yield to it


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HELPING PARTNERS GROW

Giving advice is a great way to start;
they may not listen from the very beginning,
but ponder they will until their heart
makes changes and starts loving and living.


Helping partners grow in all their ability and amplitude;
it's a duty and an obligation on your part...
keep on persuading them and take them to that altitude, 
and they will learn and thank you for that!


Some brag about lending their hand with a hint so broad,
to demonstrate how much that individual has accomplished,
but why lay it in the open and let everyone alive know?
Friends never take credit for anything they've given or said!


Helping partners grow by the measure of your sympathy and tenderness,
can bring an overnight change; even a tender hug
is a hope glimmering...when all doors are shut and excessive droopiness
clearly shows in every action, word, look and feeling. 


Reminding others how helpful and kind you have been...
dredges up old vanity and exposes all your credits with intent,
but eschewing humbleness as an estranged, vague secret:  
is an eulogy spoken to deaf ears to get praise for your deed. 


Helping partners grow is the truest example of sworn loyalty,
to make the bonds of friendship stronger and steep them in deep sincerity, 
banishing bad thoughts and exciting the individual's interest in everything...
by letting that mind express new ideas and explore that extrasensory feeling.    

 
 


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Poem: Called to Worship V

It’s a fresh morning of new mercies;
raise your hands in a moment of praise!
Do you recall that you’re in covenant
and covered with the blessings of today?

Spend some quiet and quality time with God;
speak genuinely and offer earnest prayers.
Lift up your concerns and needs of others;
demonstrate faith… by words you declare!

Celebrate the faithful witness of Christ;
open your spirit; pour out your soul to Him.
Find strength as you rejoice in victory;
sing unto Him now with songs and hymns.

Embrace your anointing for life’s ministries.
God grants our petitions with earthly peace.
Renew your mind with the cleansing of His Word
and implement His promise of divine release.

Faith is about proper relationship with God
and not the memorization of spiritual quips;
build real communities with actions of love;
remember that we’re still… called to worship!
 
 
-Joe Breunig,
Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory


Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Lam 3:22-26; 1 Pet 5b-11; 2 Pet 1:3-11

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.



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WORTHIER THAN GOLD

Friends are worthier than gold,
remembering their kindness as days unfold;
let's embrace and wish goodnight,
soon daylight will vanish from our sight. 


Nothing I will forget...from the kindest smiles
to those comforting hugs when I had no hope,
considering myself lucky to be able to cope;
what's more priceless than the soundest advice?   


Friends are worthier than gold,
or gifts given on special occasions...
and they can't compare to any encouraging word,
to instantly lift the unbearable weight of our sorrows.  


Everything I will remember and although I will die,
their love and generous deeds I'll immortalize in these lines;
read them aloud and realize how they make me smile
and appreciate their worthiness when their lovely image shines.


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STONE-HEART!

I used to believe in a future 
in a fantasy-dream where hope began. 
I soon abandoned my hope of love 
leaving this shell of a man. 

A depression is dominating my thoughts 
as love's flame is slowly snuffed out. 
Like a pearl I'm part of your collection, 
a string of captive hearts you brag about. 

Everyone is confused by my attitude, 
for I always swore I'd leave it alone. 
Like the facade of wordly idols, 
under the smiles lies a heart of stone!


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Lullaby for the Grieving

Lay your head down precious one
And dry your eyes right now
For dreams of happy endings
Will be coming anyhow

The rains will stop, that much we know
Though we may not know how
So walk ahead to dryer ground
Where my love will abound

Know that when you're all alone
I've never been more near
And when you think I'm gone from you
I'm holding you, my dear

The nights will pass before you know
The sun will rise once more
I'll be with you in the sunshine
And with you in the storm

In the sunshine, in the rain
Just look up to the sky
And wish you may and wish you might
And to you, I will fly

I'll never leave you, never go
Where you can't find me there
Just look inside your heart to find
The love we share


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The Godhead

Oh, let the citadel of freedom rise 
from brash Poseidon’s embryonic sea,
rise writhing on the waves of discontent.
Oh, rip, the fluid surface of man’s soul free.

Oh, fill the listless heart of earth's psyche,
call Amphitrite, nymph wife, goddess of the sea
from their love’s embrace will rise a pinnacle
Oh, new home of justice and liberty.

Oh, see the Dove fly over all with grace
for He most High wishes all his people free.
Oh, laud the principles of Republic
from the Atlantic to the Pacific sea.



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Spineless & broken hearted

He speaks with so much trust and love it hurts,
Leaving her so mindless and shattered everything is now nothing.
She feels the world revolved only around him,
Keeping her so intact that she bows down as if it was nothing.

We all now see her as a follower who's mind has been warped,
To the views of love that is not shown.
One movement of disagreement and he knocks her into shock and sadness,
Left with the thoughts of pain and regrets from her heartbreaking moans.

Only i feel sorry, and only i hate to see her look unhappy,
Others can't stand, nor ever will they care anymore of her pain.
& only i give in to let her know i am there to listen,
To try and keep her spirits high & remain sane.

He brings her gifts to try and apologize for his mistakes,
& after all that has been said, seemed  to go out the other ear,
She runs to him with tears and relief,
Now i have great fears for her and no doubt that she will come back with more 
Bruises and tears.


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Fight

I've got the headphones in my ears, but nothing's playing. 
I've got you on my mind, but you're not here.
I've got you in my heart, but I can't feel you.
You're always right there, but yet, you're never near.

Our song is playing, but I can't hear the music. 
I'm just waiting for you to walk through that door.
I said, well shouted, some things I didn't mean.
We argued, but you've always come back home before.

Now, I'm curled up in your t-shirt on the big chair.
Now, my stubborn nature has kicked into gear.
Now, I don't really want to see your face.
Now, when you come home, I hope you feel fear.

I hope your heart starts racing as fast as your thoughts.
I hope you're nervous because you may have ran that red light.
You always love to make me mad, because you think I'm cute angry.
Then again, you're always afraid to lose me when we fight.

Your headlights flicker on the wall across from me.
Despite myself, I'm not angry anymore.
In fact, my heart won't stop racing, and I actually have butterflies.
All of this in anticipation of you walking through the door.

I keep my hardened, stubborn composure.
Until I see you come in with your tail between your legs and your puppy face.
One look and all of my stubborn attitude fades,
And I can't even remember why we were fighting in the first place.


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The long and winding road

The long and winding road is the journey today
Time flies by regardless of what I do or say
The rain commenced falling down from the sky
Teardrops from heaven as the angels all cry.

No big adventure so I feel a bit lost
I would pay any price regardless of cost
I just go out, I have many chores to do
Grocery shopping is perhaps the hardest to get through.

 Never quite get all the things that I need
Though I conceal my hurt, I still bleed
My heart feels heavy I don’t know if I can go on
Things suddenly appear, then disappear and are gone.

Some of them I wish would stick around for a while
They make my heart happy as I dawn a smile
 Like everything I care for I know soon it will be gone
It’s like history repeating, that same old sad song…

It sounds sort of sad but I have learned to adapt
I lose the four walls where once I was trapped
The road may be long but I am back on track
Just one step forward yet ahead of the pack.


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Greeting Tomorrow, Today

Here I thought, I would never be someone
A formless life, of which I’d never take hold
But, here I am, I see there exists
A chance for me and a ring made of gold

I am alive, I have a voice, I have power
I’ll be alright, as I have more than I knew
I have struggled, but like now I’ll overcome
Because, in me, I’ll now hold myself true

There is a light, never formless, though thought so
I needed eyes, ones I knew how to use
So now I see all the chances, tomorrows
And now my life, no, I’ll ever abuse

I am a man, I was never quite sure of
I had my doubts that success would arrive
But, here’s my chance, I did it, I made it
I’m looking forward to each day I’m alive

As all new dreams, well they’re now in focus
I’ll hone my talents; I’ll use them for sure
I’ll share myself and the gifts that were given
For all tomorrows, who knows what’s in store


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command six

kill the Catholic, kill the Jew
kill them all, draw sword 'n' slay 'em
kill the Muslim, the Buddhist too
spill their blood, creating mayhem

kill the Taoist, kill the Zen
kill the agnostic, kill the skeptic
kill all religious, come back again
wash away everyone seen as septic

kill the women, kill all the men
that other tribe, who you eschew
everyone who might be your brethren
take weapon in hand and kill them too

kill that other race of beings
kill the innocent, kill too, the guilty
kill anyone with peaceful leanings
kill wholly with unspeakable cruelty

kill all hope of ever finding peace
kill yourself for your own release
kill believing you'll justify
all these hates that in you lie

© Goode Guy 2011-06-04

the only good ___ is a dead ___ ...know it's sarcasm, ok


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I am able to fly

As I soar to new heights my feet touch the ground,
I dream of the sky yet it’s to earth I am bound’
I feel like some pieces of the puzzle have been found,
I’m glad to see you here and you still are around.

I venture into the world yet they can’t see me,
All of the potential I have and what I shall be.
I open up my heart and then I feel free,
With love I can see all I can be.

People just smile yet they don’t understand.
I can’t find the words to tell who I am.
The word flow freely as I make a stand,
I feel like I come from some far away land.

The time is before me as I see what I want.
My needs no longer have a reason to haunt.
I know what I do but can guess at the rest.
I still have some time to clean up the mess.

Everything joins together as I start to believe.
This is my place so there’s no need to leave.
I wish that the answers were clearer to me,
With hope in my heart I guess I shall see.

I see this transition from darkness to light,
I dance in the moon light and soak up the night.
I have so much hope it is as big as the sky,
I just spread my wings and I’m able to fly.


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What effects of Anger in our soul

Anger begets in our souls impatience
Hatred
Irreverence
And too often habit of cursing


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TWO COUNTRIES LOVED BY ME

How wrong is the notion than having two great loves...
doesn't make a heart absorb what it immensely adores.


My natural motherland is that southern European country
kisses by the warm waves of the Mediterrean sea,
where a great empire rose and conquered others,
only defeated by the barbarians like the Huns.


My adopted motherland was discovered by Columbus,
who with three ships sailed the Atlantic Ocean confidently, 
hoping to find a route to India, the land of spices and mystery...
and he thought all along it he had found it without any loss.


The first one made a dreamer out of me overnight,
and inspired me with her breathtaking landscapes and skies;
who has ever see Mount Vesuvius throught a teenager's eyes,
and be somewhat moved by the magnificent sight?
  

The second one nourished my erring and poetic spirit so sensible:
seeing snow-capped mountains, green vallies and sun-drenched canyons;
there all thoughts fled to find inspiration...like kids playing with crayons,
attempting to draw with ingenuity images very awesome and beautiful.


These two countries are loved by me as I loved sweet mother;
the old one holds her strict religious values and the other has more realistic freedom,
not suggesting to quickly discard one, and embrace the other;
I will definitely love them both and honor their flags with the joyful beats of my drum.


How happy and grateful I am to have had these friends fulfilling my worthiness
that  daily shaped my character and broadened my avenues towards success.


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THE BEACH ENTERTAINER

Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler crabs..



The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his modus vivendi...


He has never made lots of money,
but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy;
dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire,
he amuses the public with his monkey-shine...



And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild,
awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend,
who has built a shack in this unsafe place always threatened by the blowing sand;
He puts on his dirty sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine...



The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind, 
saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around with sad eyes
and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! "
" Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" The beach entertainer whispers.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Left to chance

            Left to chance

So much in this life is just left to chance
What I see becomes different upon second glance.
Sometimes I get lost and don’t know where to go
I’m so glad to see you yet I seem to choke on hello.

I head to the east the sun shines in my eyes
The possibilities open up to the bluest of skies.
Still my mind wanders and wonders about why
Seconds become hours as the day passes by.

I see all these things yet I’ve seen them before
All I was quite certain of today I’m not so sure.
 As a window just closes, it opens a door
I think right before me I see what is in store.

Sometimes its tricky things aren’t as they appear
What I view in the distance are different when near.
I still stay my course; I have nothing left to fear
I find a place in my heart for all that I hold dear.

The sun goes down and the day does end
I feel like my heart is beginning to mend
A new start arises from the ashes of an end
Maybe I’ll find my place around the next bend.


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1071

One thousand and seventy one days Is how long we have to wait, you say. I don't have quite enough fingers and toes, But I'm still counting down anyway.


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SHORTENING THE DISTANCE

Birth is the beginning of a quest
which is unseen to human eyes,
sadly ending on our unpredictable death,
but not living another day shortens that distance.


Who decides our fate in ways so drastic,
unfolding events happy or tragic?
Who diverges the course of our days,
when hopelessness grips our desperate souls?


If dreams are built to become exinct,
to suddenly turn into detritus and dust... 
devastating us enough to dessicate the expanse
of hope, why is joy lacking the feeling of genuiness?


Despair is utterly exgeneous,
exploding when thoughts become tense,
expanding as wild fire to burn everything 
in its destructive path...leaving only embers behind.


Some choose to end life,
not valuing its sacredness and purpose;
shouldn't we be thrilled to exist as David was
and be immensely grateful, or defiantly denounce our belief?     


Gracefully age as Moses did,
never thinking of shortening the distance;
gain more wisdom as you live...
to discern what's beyond madness to reduce incidence. 
 









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AN IMPROBABLE, DISTANT IMAGE

Reaching my golden age 
was an improbable, distant image...
rarely thought of, or even visualized by me,
I still cherish the fancy-free boy that was me!


My careful footsteps have become slower,
and my skin is losing its gleaming, brilliant look;
I stand before my photographs displayed underneath
the hand-painted coat of arms with a disillusioned, displeasing glare!   


Could that handsome young man be me?
His skin is so smooth and his teeth dazzling white,
lots of strands with curly hair reflecting a resplendent light...
he's smiling staring at his friend, who's kissing a girl called, "Mimi."  


And unstoppable, bitter tears relentlessly flow; why haven't
childhood and youth waited another year, or even another longest day,
to let me breath with more easiness, seeing myself once again a virile lad...
how horrible and scary is to face the merciless phantom, who will take me away!


But this faith is too strong, and I can defeat any evil force;
and although I seem unable to fight as I did when strength was mine,
an angel will escort me to the gate, which will open to greet this faithful one...
not regretting anymore that improbable, distant image retreating and fading as reality itself!
   

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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What effect has sloth upon the soul


Sloth begets in a soul
A spirit of indifference
In our spiritual duties and
A disgust for prayer

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free cee A HAMMER, HOPE AND HEAVEN'S HEART

                A HAMMER, HOPE AND HEAVEN’S HEART

I used a hammer of hope to build some beauty
A carpenter with desire as his duty
I used wood rendered by golden good
Constructing a vivacious vision in a wondrous neighborhood

Every screw and each nail would nicely do
With eaves and shutters shaded bright blue
I drilled and thrilled to every beautiful beam
Because I was busy building a dream

Every single shingle shifted my heart
From being useless I became a pertinent  part
A relevant role in a real romance
And every shingle meant a brand new start

I built beauty with dutiful delight
Then I painted that loveliness with light
Darkness was dispelled by every smile
When I built beauty no man could defile

And so through storms that beauty steadfastly stood
And the soul of this carpenter at last found good
In a neighborhood situated near heaven’s front door
When I built beauty floor by beautiful floor

This house was a metaphor for love unending 
And a life that love was thereupon mending
Beside my house was a tree statuesque and shady
For a romantic relationship I built with a lovely lady
                              © 2012…copyright..~free cee!~




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Why the Rose Bled

Parents so proud
Four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland
In the pre-war days
 
On their crofts they worked
Morning till night
Unknown to them then
Off a future fight
 
The Germans have invaded
A country so free
Poland was taken
The world shaken visually
 
Britain declares war
As our men enlist
To rid the enemy
As the fighting shifts
 
Europe's engulfed 
In a feverish war
Many are dying
To comprehend what for
 
The four brothers
Sign up to fight
As a mother will pray
Every night

Campaigns they fight
In these theatres of war
Witnessing horrors
Never seen before
 
In their garden at home
On the family crofts
A bed of roses
With petals so soft
 
Then one day 
With a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red
In deathly stance
 
Their mother turns
To the gate she looks
Telegram in hand
From the postman she took
 
With trembling hands
She opens with care
Upon reading the message
In tear laden stare
 
Their eldest son
In Africa was lost
As many many others
Deaths global cost
 
Every day
As she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom
Her tomorrow's fear grows



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war4.php


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All these God does for you

He is never too busy for you
In fact, He 'longs for your prayer'
At any time of day or night
No matter where you are

You have full
Complete, and
Instant access to the Creator
King of all things

He listens to every word you say
He desires conversation
He knows everything
He made you and all that you love

He knows you intimately and only desires for your good
He will share your burdens and struggles
Rejoice with you in your triumphs


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IS EVERYTHING THE SAME

I've seen it now
His bedroom, so dear
Everything is the same
No more reflection in the mirror
His cars, his Lego's
Yes, even his bed
Everything is the same
She knows the last words he said
The colors are brilliant
The ceiling's bright stars
Everything is the same
So much pain with the scars
His clothes, his hammock
And, yes his Boy Scout shirt
Everything is the same
Why must all our hearts hurt
Let's try to remember
Hold a memory in your heart
Everything is the same
Except we know we're apart
So love and honor him
Show someone you care
Everything is the same
And always say a short prayer


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desire

maybe Epicurus might'a been furious
if he'd lost all of his desire
combed the ground, to look around
for lost wants to quench his ire

where'd he drop his taste for food
and pour out his tongue for wine
no lyre to pluck his ire for good
no nimble lover to limbly entwine

no want for jaunt to walkabout sea
or hope to climb pinnacled knowledge
the soul enslaved to desireable plea
too hard released from its bondage

just might want philosophy to be
freeing of fears brings tranquility
no purpose repurposed for plan B
afterlife ever after an impossibility

yet, today is right here, right now
and we all can provision it wisely
accept what joy providence will allow
see, as he, an Epicurean view blithely

© Goode Guy 2011-12-05

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicurus
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicureanism


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01:40 - A Truth, A Lie

I kissed you goodbye, my mind's eye
Told me so. A fleeting phantom
To reface the embrace without
Lips, and I prefer this version. 


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O Jesus Christ

To turn away from You is to fall
To You is to stand
To remain in You is
To have a sure support

11282011


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Now And Forever

Running in
But running out
Things we hardly
Talk about

Do we make it
Through this mess
Are we breathing
At the best

What to call
The state we're in
Sometimes love
Sometimes sin

Will it be said
We did our best
Is the table
Ever blessed

Are there those
Who will attest
We ran the race
And passed the test

Now is God's
Time ever giving
Do we stop
And trust the living

Only time
Can say the end
Here and now
I must depend

Run the gambit
Ever hoping
Human race
and God eloping

This the end
Of earthly know
Left behind
No life bestow


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Only Thirteen

The day it starts, leaving at 6 am
Walking to my car, everyday it begins
This windy morning, the rustling sound
I look and see a flyer appear on the ground

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

My heart in my mouth
She’s my daughter’s age
Gave feelings of sadness
A sense of rage
The thought of a baby
A lamb with the wolves
Sent shivers of fear,
Thoughts knowing, no good

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

My prayers for her family
And all of her friends
Good thoughts and kind wishes
Are all I can send
I’ll spend my day hoping
While doing daily tasks
That she will return safely
That is all that I ask

If there’s a Lord up in heaven
I believe, yes, there is
Then help this poor family
And grant me my wish
I pray that she’s fine now
Maybe just lost on the way
And hope she’s not taken
In a mere awful way

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

It’s been three whole months now
No sign of this girl
The parents’ only child
They lost their whole world
That poor missing girl
On the flyer on the ground
Just where did you go?
Why can’t you be found?


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brushing up

i brush up on my painting skills
the room in my mind is slated clean
pastels under foot bring cheap thrills
actively brewing my mental caffeine

with keen anticipation i open the can
and scents arise from creamy hues
to stir my emotions i alight cyan
thoughts stir to pigmented chartreuse 

kneeling down i brush away worries
and bristle with newfound anticipation
at the thought of bright plains i hurry
and spread my floor with new elation

glistening pigment flows on smoothly
a shiny coat of colorful armor
untimely realization comes on cruelly
i've painted myself into the corner

a cascade of colored phrases come to mind
glossing over the predicament i'm in
trying for semblance of this puzzled find
some solution elegant to dissuade chagrin

should i wait it out for paint to dry
only now i read directions on the can
six to eight hours as time goes by
can my bladder hold on to this game plan?

pigment slowly dries as bladder does not
frustration grows as i search other ideas
could someone come rescue me, a long shot
if i called out, would they hear my pleas

no easy way thought to get off the hook
the whole plan was just full of holes
whatever made me decide a new look
my path is clear as i paint my soles

© Goode Guy 2011-06-22

oh those colorful phrases ;-)


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Locked Away

My husbands actions locked with my soul and remained at our frount door,
He reenlisted again and had left for the Afganistan war.
My eyes became swollen the tears begain to pour.
Then all of a sudden, for some reason, one day I wasn't mad at him anymore.
I inwardly waited to hear his keys rattle and his duffle hit the floor. 



Quatrain - a hopeful heart
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Fifth Step Zanzusie With a Joy, Joy!

Plodding, trodding, onward I went,
Through a life of self-targeted perfidy. 
Onward, outward, straight up and bent,
Toward Second Half-Century City.

Finally lost, with nothing but need,
Flailing, wailing, and sick,
I sat myself down, drank the last of my mead,
And saw a gecko, sunning on a stick.

Its eyes were opals, skin of amethysts,
Garnets and emeralds, square and round.
When it spoke, the air danced in fits,
And out came a euphonious, female sound. 

“I’ve been waiting; at last, you finally came!
Though you’re more worn than you should be.”
Shocked though I was, I asked for her name,
And she laughed singing out, “I’M ZANZUSIE!”

You’re a female, I cried, I didn’t understand,
And feeling just shy of frenetic!
“Of course!” she replied, “I need no man for my plan.
I’m a gecko. I’m parthenogenetic!”

“I am mother, sister, daughter and aunt.
I am every tear that you have ever shed.
I am truth, repose, raving and rant,
And I know the loneliness that you have fled.”

 “Oh, I am so glad to meet you,” said I, “I’m not well prepared.
There is little but dust in my pack.
Up at yonder gate, when they see how I’ve fared,
I’m afraid that they’ll turn me back!”

“Well let’s have an accounting,” said she, “of just who you are,
Where you’ve been, what you think, what you’ve done.
Tell me all, sweet spirit, banal and bizarre.
Oh quit sniveling, come on, it’ll be fun!

So I told every tale, every deed, every woe,
I had wrought, from the sane to the sick.
I purged out my life from a place far below,
To a gecko, sunning on a stick.

At the last, I was spent, gasping for air,
Not really sure I was through.
She reached out Loves touch and pushed back my hair,
Saying, “I have two things that belong to you.”

She opened her pack and took out pure light.
“Here is your Love, which you left behind.
You had to let go, during your plight,
To keep from losing your mind.”


Then she reached in and took out a song
That exalted every spirit and being.
“This is Forgiveness, its healing is strong,
But you dropped it while you were fleeing.”

“It is Forgiveness that now will make you complete
As you impart it to those who cause pain.
Give it to all, the mean and the sweet,
Absolve them all, again and again.”

Then she bade me go on toward the gate of my time,
And I knew that my life had at last begun.
And I owe it to her, so smug, so sublime.
Zanzusie, on a stick, in the sun.


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Things necessary to make sins mortal

Three things are necessary to make a sin mortal
A grievous matter
Sufficient reflection
And dull consent of the will


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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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Everyone will see one day

Little girl, don't be so low. You're gonna be something someday, don't give up hope, keep hope alive. Even when the road gets rough, remember how much tougher you are than anyone else. I have faith in you, faith that you'll make it through. All the lies that they tell you, all the broken promises they made, won't stop you from becoming someone. You'll be there soon, just let the negative become the positive. when they throw stuff in your face, pick up yourself and see your way out. The bruises and scars only make you who you are, so smile because they're breakin' you is only making you. You will show the world one day what all made you that way, and they'll be asking for you, there's no doubt. So don't sit there and pout, because the day will come when everyone will see what they made you become.


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We Are The Power

Look out your window
And what do you see
A land of beauty
And all in purpose is free

Conglomerates all over
They grind and they mine
Who tells them to take
What is yours so defined

Elections must change
For tomorrows today
As we are the people
And our thoughts you must say

Be in power
As we have granted you grace
But we are the power
To remove you of place

If you can't be upstanding
Especially, from where you came from
We will know you as weak
When you thought you were strong

For we are the people
Your bosses we are
If you do whats right
We will allow you to star?





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-2.php






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How is sin divided

Sin is divided into the sin we inherit from our first parents
Called original sin
The other we commit ourselves is Actual sin
Actual Sin  is sub-divided by greater amount of sin or mortal sins and lesser sins is Venial sin


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Connecting the Dots Part 2

God mentions in the last days there
will be an increase of knowledge.
And, yes, we certainly do have many
young people heading to college.

But it really goes alot deeper than that,
I mean, we now have the ability to clone.
So it's kinda scary when we look around 
and wonder if it's a "copy" or one of God's own.

As we look back over the last hundred years,
the period we refer to as the "industrial age."
We find; autos,jet planes,TVs,fax machines,computers.
all things considered, can we really turn another page?

Jesus told of some other things to take note of ---
signs that we really should be looking for.
wars and rumors thereof,earthquakes, hunger,
even pestilence(disease) will soar.

In fact, He even went as far as to say that
man will be perplexed by the tossing of the sea.
Hurricanes,cyclones,typhoons.... almost too 
many to count.... if we have eyes, let us see.

He also said that it will be like
a woman in delivery--- having labor pains.
Which indicates an increase in frequency
and intensity, yes.... too tough to tame.

One can't help but notice that is
 exactly what we are experiencing today.
Wars, terrorism, continual earthquakes,erupting volcanoes,
droughts, floods, disease galore... that's just God's way

of warning us that these truly are
the final days in our history.
And it won't be long now until
true believers see Him in all His glory.

Now I have finally come to the end of my poem
and I hope I've helped with "connecting the dots."
Judgement day is fast approaching but remember
He would certainly rather have us be ready than not.


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Preview Of Perfection

A tiny taste of the life I’ll lead
In your bed, our kingdom.
A preview of all that I want and I need,
Love, in total freedom.


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AN ADVENTURE IN OUTER SPACE

Building your own spaceship
is a very complex project in order to explore our universe;
a degree in engineering is needed...
other than patience and willingness and lots of flight tests.


Many skilled engineers must assist you to help you succeed,
a payload for study with space travellers and astronauts;
and it needs the proper speed to go beyond the athmosphere...
to manuever it in outerspace without any mechanical problems. 


Building your own spaceship takes months or even years,
it depends on shape and size to travel with the speed of light:
a prototype is required to figure out the traveling distance...  
there can be no flaws in its performance, it must be perfect.


Once all tests are completed, it can be launched into space;
hoping it will return to Earth timely for a safe landing,
and how happy you'll be having designed a successful spaceship...
go back in time and observe Leonardo Da Vinci inventing!
  

Entered in Matt Caliri's contest  How to build a spaceship

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Weathered

Blasts jet with resistance true
Spiking miles above my head
Raging ages surge right through
Begging me to fly instead

Pea-soup greens splash in the sky
Behind roiling charcoal force
Even angels question why
Disdain never bleeds remorse

Brace to cut torture's caress
Tremulous treads guide me on
To proudly fight doom's distress
Until flesh gets rendered gone

Piercing spikes of sand shred skin
Kicked about by tantrum swells
Wailing like a violin
Harpies toss exhaustion spells

Cartilage snaps in my chest
As my sails get torn to shreds
Earth's soil greets me back as guest
While rolling, the murk embeds

In the chaos sparks appear
Stirring up like bits of dust
To pull me away from fear
Energies consumed by trust

Lifting from my weathered shell
Up through the heart of the storm
No tears as I bid farewell
Nestled in my divine swarm


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What is Anger

Anger is an excessive emotion of the mind 
Excited against any thing
It is an excessive desire for
Revenge


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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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Father Christ Deal


Eternal Father saw outnumber of people’s sins 
Sad with what He created
He wanted to destroy the world
People hurting each other

Father Christ stopped Him
Told the Eternal Father He would go down to earth
Take People’s cruelty
To start His power over people

He told the Eternal Father people would understand
Ransom Himself
Not to destroy the world
Believed people to be one

Eternal Father searched a woman
To conceive and bear a Son
Angel Gabriel spoke to Mother Mary
You have found favor from (Eternal) God
Holy Spirit will shine over you
You are to name Him Jesus
He will save people from their sins
To save destruction of the world

Father Christ started a Church
For People to be Universal
People don’t understand
In His Church people are saved

What are these other churches?
In there you are not saved
Don’t be fooled
By the Christ’s like religions

There is only one
Deal to the Father
Be Universal to His Church
Roman Catholic

To understand the Two Greatest Commandments
“Love God all your mind, heart, body and soul”
2nd is “Love your neighbor as yourself”
When we love our neighbor, Covers the 1st Greatest Commandment

Other Churches are misleading people
Thought they loveFather Christ
Person who created their Church 
Was the person they believed  and loved

Father Christ is very hurt
People don’t know in His Church 
You’re saved
In others you’re condemned

11162011


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Longing from Your View

Longing from Your View

You walked into the room; my heart quivered.
Your beauty far outreached the distant stars.
Wanting in my body dreamed and shivered.
To spend a night with you, I’d fly from mars.

They say that in your heart lies mystery.
Impossible; what searching cannot find.
When hurt struck deeply, hope burned blistery.
Forsaking every lusting, love might bind.

Intrigued into the night by you, so fine.
The fantasy within my head grew strong.
Restraining boldness, dreaming up my line.
I’d gain your trust and sing a new love song.

By two a.m. courageousness had grown.
Decidedly, I put my bottle down.
And took a step toward the great unknown.
To promised her the world, king of the town.

You looked into my eyes; my heart quivered.
Your splendor far outreached my dreams by far.
Suppressing any fear, my hope shivered.
And fantasy was living under stars.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
April 18, 2010


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Tears

          Tears


Tears of sorrow join tears of joy
With my heart strings they do toy.
When I want to just feel glad
I remember all the times that we had.

Tears fall down, run down my face
The tracks become my life they trace.
I don’t know much but what I do
I find some peace when I’m with you.

Tears of many oceans they fill
Still it appears the blood will spill
When will enough just be that
I think how we got to where we’re at.

Tears shall dry with morning sun
With the tears what will become?
I hope all of this can get better
A cold wind blows, I grab a sweater.

Tears shall comes but then they go
They show us what we need to know.
Tears of sorrow become tears of love
It just is a gift from heaven above…


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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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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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Lies Flying

Lies flying
Truth dying
People too
Electrifying

Give me back
My country lost
Play a hymn
To what it cost

Colors gone
And sides were taken
Will this end
In banner shaken

Gray was gray
And blue was blue
No tone between
Nor greater hue

Tell me now
Just who is right
That I might see
An end in sight

North be north
And south just that
Why then be
This greatest spat


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About Commenting

You realize there is a button
Nearby the comment box
Called "Rating" (there are numbers)
Use it, if you won't talk.

For as much as I like to write,
And though few opinions I heed,
I like to hear my readers' thoughts.
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Panting

The world yearns for it.
The world longs for it.
The world pants for it,
And no, it will not quit....

searching for what 
is desired above all.
Will anyone ....anyone
heed it's beck and call?

The world is under 
such a constant strain.
And yes... it is a
never-ending refrain.

A continual threat
of terror and of war,
that we really
cannot ignore.

Agony and angst are
always knocking at the door.
And yes, more globally
now than ever before.

Fear, tension, and even despair
always seem to be in the air.
Must be cautious where we tread, 
that is ........ if we even dare.

God of this contaminated 
planet, this doesn't seem fair.
Is it because, as some say,
that you don't really care?

Oh no, that simply cannot be,
because history shows you on that tree.
That very special tree on Calvary,
dying there for our sins to forever bury.

So how foolish it would be
to think that you do not care.
When you left the comfort of heaven,
to come here....... your love to share.

So what is this thing
that the world really needs?
It's something that you want us
all to have.... so very much indeed.

It's a gift you offered us freely
as you retreated to your throne.
It's something you knew we needed, 
so we would not be alone.

This very special gift is the Holy Spirit,
and, oh yes, in Him we find great release.
In Him we find what the world cannot offer,
Only in Him we find that deep, abiding, peace.


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Another New Year


With the end of a year another starts
Love appears to grow inside my heart.
I leave behind the old and embrace the new
I awake this morning to a sky so blue.

I think of beginning arising from ends
I remember the old embracing new trends.
All seems connected the past and future
What lies ahead I am really not sure.

I wonder about this brand new path
I try to add it up yet can’t do the math.
Though there is hope I remember the past
I see this new love and hope it shall last.

The year has changed yet I feel the same
I find myself searching to find the right name.
With the promise of this year I leave the past behind
But the memories still linger in the back of my mind.

I go out in the world and try something new
I feel quite lost and don’t know what to do.
I know that the love in my heart remains true
I look forward to spending this year with you.

I think that perhaps I should make a plan
I find myself back where I once had began.
I see that I must start over again
To have some faith and say Amen.

I plant some new seed in hope that they grow
In this new place there is much I don’t know.
I know you shall reap what the seeds you sow
Then I just feel, the cold winds blow.


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My Filthy Fire


My ship of dreams I build no more
I hack to fragments my vain desire
To toss like trash and be ignored.
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

To sail the seas and not return
My ship sinks in the straight of dire.
Its keel has split, its hull to burn
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

To hear the Sirens song too long
Uncharted seas with sails which tire.
With all my dreams and fancies gone
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

I pondered from my window long
And fanned my passion ever higher.
I cursed "His" name to sing my song.
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

For fortuned Isles my eyes did cry.
My dreams I leave to whom I sire
For I am cremated before I die
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

Resurrecting souls my dreams has killed
To pull myself from deep quagmire.
To warm my heart which time has chilled.
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

It is for sure, not springtime here
Shorter days, how bare "His" trees.
Looking back pulls eyes to tear
For waste and loss of all my greed.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire
Now as to turn from what it seems
Left to me a works of priers
Never to sail my ship of dreams.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.
Heap high this waifs, to be no loss.
No wisdom from my follies liar
Burn Oh! Burn you holocaust.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.
My sins may perish with my ships.
To right my wrongs I now aspire.
So let them burn without my kiss.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.
This cord of which I gladly burn
Dreams or follies of mud are mire
No loss to me and no concern.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.
Stream me toward sweet isles of peace
Bright flash and gleam of my attire
Shall fall in lour of my decease.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.
When in my grave I take my task
Point for my Lord my vain desires
In chilling embers and cold gray ash.


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Over Looking The Seas Heart

High atop the waves, over looking the world apart
she stands with tender hands, ready to caress Seas Heart
calming the storm, riding the waves
water will sound, hiding in the tiniest caves
echoes through night, to hear his masters voice
his head held high, nudging her lovely choice
until the morning breaks, the dew breaks over the ocean
the salt as thick as thieves, while the waves are roaring like a locomotion ...

Rose, an offspring of beauty and strength,
skies of fire and burn from afar and add quite a length 
floods of water racing over the top
head pounding like fire, what a flop
burning sensations of the salt 
to the tongue taste like malt 
Rose pulled and prodded what a enchanted fairly was she
Seas Heart raged back neighing, a free spirit was he
trying to find their home once again
their copulation coming to a glorious end.

Brooke


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What is Covetousness

Covetousness is Greed
Part of 7 Capital Sins
Or Deadly Sins
Greed is an excessive desire for worldly things


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River Of Blessings

On a cold November day I sat beside you
to let you fill me with your crystal charm.
To my surprise I saw a lonely traveler
instinctively I knew he meant no harm.

Approaching me with care he closed the distance
although he seemed a million miles away.
He asked so sweetly just to sit a while
with gladdened heart I bid him please to stay.

He spoke his words of praise to me about you
recounting all the beauty that you hold
and I was blessed with joy that has no boundaries
because he chanced upon your banks of gold.




*To the Brownings, such a loving pair.


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lost and know iam found

looking behind my window wit no where to turn to. 

why  do i feel so hurt and sad the only thing i can do is cry my heart and tear out . 

the tear that reach my face is the ones fill with pain and hurt from the pasted and love that run away from u 

looking in sky wishing every day will be a hole new world full with love and peace that life can change for the good .

looking deep in your eyes reading the past that give you the name cold heart harded bitch wit no joy and laughter why do you follow mw and keep me under your every move not this time im breaking free from 

the hurt and pain  the love you shown  me was lie to turn me like you i want to be me and only me  known im found look at me known


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The Sharpest Edge

The uncertainty of Winter
with its monochromatic norm.
The leery loss of color
the painful loss of warmth.

The sharpened edge of white
the transparency of cutting ice,
the indeterminate length of night
leaves man to his own device.

Even the occasional shimmer
of sunshine lends only harsh relief
though death will end life’s cycle
rebirth will soon end grief.


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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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SHE KNEW SHE WAS NEW TO ME

     
      SHE KNEW SHE WAS NEW TO ME
There are too few people who get me
The ones that know what I am and what I do
Some of them understand and let me
And one of them was you

There are certain people who are aware
They know where I’m headed and set for what course
There are certain people who were just born to care
And they’re concern isn’t born of force

No, these are the people who see what I am and don’t mind
The ones who worry but somehow know I’ll make it through
People created by this universe simply to be kind
And too oft I don’t know why they do what they  do

Perhaps it’s the smile I wish was inside my frown
Or the happiness I’ll probably never see in a world of pain
Someone who lifts me up when I  fall down
A humanitarian who protects me from a torrential rain

Some people see in my eyes that I ain’t all that wise
Yet they put up with the things my body tells me to do
Certain individuals who I consider an unexpected prize
AND ONE OF THEM  WAS CERTAINLY YOU!
        Phreepoetree   ~free cee!~


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A LETTER FROM KAYLISSA

Hi mom, it's nice up here
Looking down on you and dad
I see my big brother too
And I'm not feeling so sad

I know our time together
Was so short and not long
But up here with Jesus
That's where I belong

I see grandpa and others
Please don't cry for me
Because up here, it's pretty
And so happy and free

I do miss you all
But please try not to cry
And take good care of Kenyon
But don't ever say good bye

Don't ever forget me
I know the time was short
You did the right thing mom
I'm so glad you didn't abort

So, for now I'll be going
But I will see you again soon
You will see me when you look at the stars
Or whenever you look up at the moon


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Step into this Dance

Step into this dance, my love
Surround me with your heart
Let the music overtake you
Lets make another start

Let us end this bickering
At least just for tonight
Step into this dance with me
Love me, you just might

Free your mind of all the madness
Give my heart just one more chance
Hold me close, and keep me safe
Won't you step into this dance?


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What kind of sin is drunkenness

Deliberate drunkenness, always a mortal sin
If the person is completely deprived of the use of reason by it
But drunkenness is not intended
Or desired may be excused from mortal sin 


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Above Poetry Soup

Take pen in hand and make your stand
Tell the world who you are
Be not afraid of prices that are paid
Have faith you are a star

To all of you my feelings so true
I hold you in my heart
Will never be a day that I go away
For here is where I start

Times a moment or two is all I can do
I love the words we share
Without a doubt they help me out
Foundation of my prayer

Beginning to end you are my friends
Poets sharing my soul
That is a bond that is so far beyond
Anything else I know

I love the flow and I love to grow
Planting a tiny seed
No need to shout I just write it out
Hoping to fill some need

If it does or not I gave it a shot
Simply because I care
Anything I can do ask and its true
I’ll give all I can spare

I sink my hooks and write my books
That is this poet’s plight
For when your blue what I hope to do
Offer a little light

We can turn it around or upside down
Find what’s hidden inside
It’s a good thing the poems we sing
Each its own special ride

I love to teach but hate to preach
That just isn’t my place
I’m a lamb be blessed or be damned
I hold you in my grace

We make it right by sharing our sight
The knowledge that we know
Sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers
All just trying to grow

Grow into what, you can like it or not
Alliance is our group
That’s why in the sky angels do fly
Above Poetry Soup


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What on Earth

Do you ever wonder 
why you are alive?
For what
do you really strive?

A beautiful new house 
with the manicured lawn?
State of the art fishing
equipment used even before dawn?

A Lexus,SUV, or Hummer
showing off in the driveway?
Or a supercharged Harley
that "flies" down the highway?

Or is it the big job promotion that 
puts you on the top of the mountain 
and has everyone praising you as
they gather around the drinking fountain?

Or maybe it is that "babe"
you need on your arm...
who thinks the world of you
because of your charm?

Quite possibly it is that emerald necklace
 or that perfect, colorless, diamond ring?
But you know that you can't settle for anything,
it's got to be the most equisite bling - bling.

But the Creator says that all this "stuff"
will one day be destroyed by fire.
And we know this as the absolute truth,
because one thing God cannot be is a liar.

So since we know 
this to be true,
what is it then 
that we must do?

We need to connect with Him,
stick to Him like glue.
Without Him our sky appears gray,
but with Him, we see so much blue.

We must praise Him and worship Him
for who He is and what He has done for us.
That is really what he created us for,
yes, in Him alone we must place our trust.

Then we need to find what is important to the King...
His passion for people and His amazing love for them.
And His intense desire for 
everyone to draw so very close to Him.

So we must think about more than ourselves.
In fact, a magnet is more what we must be.
Drawing some toward Jesus the Messiah,
In that, He would be extremely pleased.

Remember that everything we 
experience in this life is just temporal.
Except His word and our relationship with 
Him (or without Him),which is eternal.

So praise Him and worship Him,
He who sacrificed His very life for you.
And help to "magnetize" others,
that is the least we can do.


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pre-ponderance of roads maps

out of sorts like something's missing
seems everything in life is preordained
vaguely sense today's unfilled blessing
maybe that's why life feels estranged

once, not enough, maybe all that we get
to glean from fields, our fruit and wheat
satiate our bellies, taste little regret
life's experiences that to us, taste sweet

if all of my days have been prearranged
then, that just begs the next question
must I antlike, walk a path without change
can't I wander life with self-expression

there's a price to be paid for stayin'
there's a price to be paid just to go
nothin' we don't know, I'm just sayin'
every goodbye is rebalanced with hello

roads there are many, fulfillment ahead
the road not taken, the one less traveled
makes a difference, stitching this thread
before our days on Earth come unraveled

so we're back to fork at current crossroad
and look down each, as far as can be seen
before we pick a path, next to be followed
to drive through life in our timeless machine

© Goode Guy 2011-12-15


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Family means the most to me

Family means the most to me
And yet it is dry ice in my hands
Wind across the shivering sands
El Dorado of wilted destiny

Family means the most to me
From the beginning of my quest
My heart like a tongue yearning at its breast
The stag the fawns forever flee

Family means the most to me
O God, give my fingers strength to hold
Volumes of its shreds of gold
Family means the most to me.


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What is a mystery

Mystery is a truth in which we cannot understand
Every truth we cannot understand is not a mystery
Very revealed truth which no one can understand is a mystery
We should and often believe when proof of their existence


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HUNGRY MOUTHS IN EVERY COUNTRY

There are hungry mouths
in every country of this planet,
and everyone should help with little or much;
how can we stand see them suffer, and helpelessly die on their beds?



North America the wealthiest nation, which God bountifully blessed, 
has its poor living in drug-infested and run-down neighborhoods,
faces that are never seen by the unsuspecting visitors;
these unfortunate people have known hunger, not savored a delicious banquet! 



Whose fault is it the Government's or the uncaring parents'
who have neglected them, and is it their permanent plagues:
rugs, indifference and lovelessness that have reduced them to this awful and shameful state? 
They should blame themselves, not those governing and giving them handouts!



Africa is the worst continent hit by a lack of food caused by corruption,
everywhere the eyes turn: they witness the fate of those dying without a word of consolation;
mothers clutching their little ones and their daily laments are still unheard...
seeking water, while all beasts have become the skeletons of their devastated land! 
 


The Vatican always sends missionaries to the African people to proclaim Christ, the Savior;
and it has vehemently invoked the pity of the wealthy and the kind to ease their misery;
and Pope Benedict XVI prays on his feeble knees, asking for their generosity!
Why can't He relinquish His guarded treasures and feed them a hundred times over? 



I am not a KIng or President  and slabs of gold, locked in volts, I have not; 
and with the little I have...I will share with them and keep my conscience intact!
Reach out, world, and eradicate this disease that's killing millions of unlucky folks;
leave your seas and deserts, your cities and towns and be among them to end this curse!



There are hungry mouths in each corner of our earth so marvelously blue,
mouths with lips that are cracked and dry; bodies writhing in undeserved pain!
Find them in Africa, in South America, or anywhere you'll be traveling to:
unattended perishing souls....dying without dignity and so alone! 
  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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A Prayer

Dear Lord, I need to figure out
the things that I must do
to change what lies within me.
Please help me see this through.

Take this darkness from my soul
and fill me with your light.
Forgive the things that I've done wrong
and help me do what's right.

Show me the path that I should choose
please help me find my way.
Lead me to where I belong
to find a better day.

Amen. 



To all my fellow soupers:   I want to wish
everyone a safe and Happy Holiday Season
and God bless you all!  Love, Robin


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Despite It All, They Hope

Where exists the heart of discontent
Lives one, not in accord, nor harmony
For there, no life can circumvent
The pain of each day’s insanity
But, yet, to dream, to one day see
Perhaps, to feel, to experience hope
Allows that one, though there they be
Chance of tomorrow, while today they cope


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YOU'VE BEEN THE ONES

You've been the ones
You have been there
To ease our minds
Of this cross we bear

You've been the ones
When there's something to barrow
When life seems so dim
In our hardest times of sorrow

You've been the ones
You all can share in our grief
When we are with you
Our hearts find relief

You've been the ones
The ones to help us along
You've made us feel
As if we truly belong

You've been the ones
Our COMPASSIONATE FRIENDS
To help ease the pain
And our love never ends


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With Voice, I Do Say

As often as always will I ever try
To reach with my hands into the blue sky
To gently caress the Divine One’s true face
As sins of my doing are then all erased

I’ll travel the road on which He had walked
He carried our crosses; I’ll take mine now back
I’ll smile to Him though the weight will so pain
For His love fills my heart; His hope I shan’t lack

Oh, Lord, you had granted a life to us all
I’m grateful, oh Jesus, You saved us from sin
I hope and I pray I’ll sit with you soon
And share in the life so promised to begin


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IT'S OVER

It's over for her
Such suffering and pain
She is up in Heaven
Where there's so much more to gain

her darling little face
Full of tenderness and love
Knowing for sure, somehow
She was sent from above

Her cute little hands
And her stout little nose
Everything perfect to us
Right down to her toes

Her purpose in life
Was to give others strength
Even though it only lasted
About fifty-three hours in length

Her stay here for us
Was such a short one, you see
But she taught us so much that life
Can be wholesome, gentle and free

Yes, dear Lord, please
Take her to a place that's new
To that place up and beyond
Where forever she'll be with you


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Growing Goodness

The days, they quickly come and go
who knows about tomorrow.
Will we greet another day
be touched by joy or sorrow?

Why do we waste our precious time
on things like greed and hate
when any day could be the one
we're called to Heavens' gate?

From this day on I choose to live
and fill my life with love
to share the gifts that I've received
from our Lord above.

I'll use my voice to trample hate
where ever it is heard.
Where ever there's a broken heart
I'll place a soothing word.

As these days pass quickly by
I'll do the best I can
to plant the seeds of goodness
into my fellowman.


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What is Gluttony


Gluttony like Greed
Excessive desire of Food or Drink
Part of7 Capital sins or 7 Deadly sins
Jesus Christ requires one to confess


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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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GETTING OLD

I wonder a lot about getting old
"Have respect for your elders" I was always told
Will they hurt and tease me or maybe call me names
I hope they don't hit me or try to play mind games
Will they let me lay in a puddle or a mess
Will they always neglect me and never confess
Will they show their anger by making me wait
Or tell me they 'forgot' me, despite all their hate
I hope I am treated with tender loving care
If only they'd listen to what I have to share
The memories will be, my last resort
If I have my mind, I'll be able to sort
Sort out my life, all the good and bad
All the good things to come
And all the pleasant times I've had


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What is mortal sin


Mortal sin is grievous offense against the law of God
This sin is called mortal because it deprives us of spiritual life
Sanctifying grace
Brings everlasting death and damnation of the soul


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What is Envy

Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her

11272011


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Save Me, Grant Me

Save me from the depths of Hell
I pray, there, not to go
Grant redemption, oh please, sweet Lord
Let your forgiveness flow.
I say to Thee, with much sincerity,
I’m sorry, T’is You I yearn
Save me from the depths of Hell
Don’t let my soul, there, burn.

Grant me access to your home
Let my faith please be your key
Please unlock and open the door
Let Heaven open up to me.
I say to Thee, with much sincerity,
I love you, Lord, oh yes I do
Grant me access to your home
For all my faith is there in You.


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Walk Straight or Away

Meandering close to the brink of insanity
I wandered one foot to the left on this day
Stumbling, I reached for anything, but nothing
As I sank into insanity and all thoughts ran away

Terrific light, so bright, it appeared before me
Making sense of the nonsense that served to destroy
Like a rope thrown before me, I went to the brightness
Climbing and focusing with every ounce of strength to employ

Hands to the top, I was able to pull myself up
Then standing on that brink, I then quickly ran away
Never to look back to that place where darkness thrived
I learned an important lesson, oh yes I did, upon that day

Never walk too close to your edges in life
Allow yourself room to always get so far away
It is never good for you to tempt fate or even dare it
But rather focus on the truth of yourself and the light of day
For the light will guide you always, in the very best way


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Flash of Green

I wish I were elsewhere.
What’s that flash of green?
Wow you caught my stare.
Isn’t she nineteen?

I’m a stud are you my mare?
Remember me… Eugene?
I love the way you flip your hair.
Have you ever seen a talky on the big screen?

Together we’d be the pair.
In my arm you’d be my queen.
Folks would stair both at church and at the fair.
Mouths would drop when we’d hit the scene.

By Robb A. Kopp

All Rights Reserved © MMX



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OLD

Let's try to define the word OLD
It isn't hard to do
One looses their memory
And their hearing goes too

What is it like
To become old at heart
You sure don't need a comb
Because there's nothing to part

When it comes to reading
You do nothing but squint
So they buy you a subscription
To reader's Digest LARGE PRINT

When you step upon the scale
You're scared to look down
For some reason, it seems
There are a few extra pounds

Then there are your children
And now they have some too
It's okay to grow old
Because of the memories of you


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Heart of my sky

The sun
My hope
My faith
The sun

It warms my face
Rids of the cold
It brings good
Forbids evil

Optimistic
Shining so bright
Up high above my head
Showing me my life path

The rays beating down
In a friendly way
Cradling us all
It's children

A lesson
It teaches us
To never stop shining
In the darkest hours of life

Never ever stop fighting
If what you are,
Is worth it
Shine

The sun
The heart of the sky
The heart of all hope
The sun


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THE BEAUTIFUL AND GLITTERING TROPHY

During my poetical career I had never received a trophy,
I exploded with joy when I received it by first class...
"Enjoy your reward!" read a note signed by Laura Mckenzie;
and this first prize is my achievement for future success!


Entering poetry contests is fun and rewarding to a greater extent,
and any price is a rare opportunity to bask in your talent;
poets never get rich in this non-lucrative trend,
but satisfaction and accomplishment go hand in hand!


Thanks, Laura for the beautiful and glittering trophy, which I have placed on
my highest library shelf for all to see and admire; it actually seems small...
compared to those given to movie or music stars,
but it is the grandest and preciousest by all means!
 

Like a gladiator in Ancient Rome winning that fierce fight,
standing in front of a wooing and delirious crowd before dusk...
and being honored by the Emperor with the gift of freedom,
I am also set free by the excitement of my enthusiasm!


Yes, my trophy has gladdened me, and one unexpected day,
I may win the Nobel price, too...who says that's an impossibility?
More passion and desire I will put in my work, and I will not fray!
My confidence will feed that fire and with undefeatism I begin today!  


My poem is dedicated to Laura Mckenzie, who was the source
of my inspiration. 

Copyright (C) 2010 by Andrew Crisci


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THE MEDITERRANEAN'S GENTLE BREEZE

Hidden in a meadow with shimmering grass and waving daises,
I lay back and enjoy the Mediterranean's gentle breeze;
fair lover, with eyes bluer and wider than the soft Italian sky,
come and lay on my warm chest and delightfully sigh!


No place in all the Earth makes lovers whisper and dream...
while the peach and cypress trees, lower than the Tower of Pisa,
diffuse their aroma by fluttering their branches to delight my Lisa;
trust these lips, silent lover, and discover how passion becomes real!  
 

The rolling hills gracefully spread their scented, emerald blankets... 
as far as the distant horizon that greets every sunset and dawn,
inviting us to watch the making of another superb season;
and we accept their invitation by offering them an elegant dance!  


Frantic robins and canaries, warble at these sun-tanned feet,
April's sadness has no unkind reason to impose its somber mood;
your harmonious notes can create that perfect, danceable rhythm,
not to let that hopeful heart, awaiting its joy, feel the emptiness of gloom!   
 

Kissing scarlet lips that demand a lover's touch and affinity,
have the softness of the reddest roses in all Tuscany;
many would sell their souls to have such a moment of ecstasy...
as the Mediterranean's gentle breeze can make them taste eternity! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Personal Growth

Now, life is looking good to me.
The world is sunny and bright.
My thoughts are centered, strong and deep 
and everything seems right.

In my past, I met with depression.
In my past, I battled with fear.
Now, they’re all gone, as a child’s bad dream
and everything seems clear.

I must take the blame for my actions.
I must stand up for what seems right.
Now, as I stand on the plateau I call reason,
I know, for a life, this life, I must fight.


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Spirit of Love

I hope one day 
the world discovers

The Spirit within
that unites us as brothers


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Facing Death

I often think about death these days
And how it will come for me
Will I be faced with a painful death
Or will I die while in my sleep.

Will I fall down while no ones there
And lay in writhing pain
Or will I suffer a massive stroke
Leaving nothing but a shattered man.

How will I be eulogized
How will they speak of me
Have I been worthy of good words
Will people pray for me.

I'd like to be remembered
As one who cared for all
As one who never shied away
When those in stress would call

I hope my children won't suffer my death
Or anguish for too long
I hope they will not be made to cry
But stand up brave and strong.

I hope I won't die alone
With no one by my side
But rather that I am surrounded
By those who shared my life.

My life has been a wonderful time
I am so happy to have shared
The truly magnificent world we live in
With those who really care.

I loved listening  to all around me
And to be allowed to see.
And smell and taste all of God's gifts
I thank all blessings given to me.

I love my family deeply
And will miss them most of all
But soon I think God will call my name
And I will head the call.


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Upon Reading the Verse of Yvor Winters

He tried to fly to the sun
On wings he made of butter,
Burned his butt and his thumb
So slow his wings would flutter.

For he crashed far out at sea
Survived on an island alone.
Where he lived on butter and tea
There he built a boat of stone.

But, a boat of stone won't float,
As butter makes poor wings.
A poem in the sand he wrote
Yet it told of such sad things.

A tide washed his poem away-
And then this fool poet died.
In the sun his bones still lay
My hero, for at least he tried.


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She Found Herself Upon The Cliff

She stands alone upon the precipice 
Reflecting, pondering the lowering sun
Realizing life’s lack of justice
And how hers has come undone
With unclear thought, on a whim
She had come to end it all
As all the blame, because of him
She pushed, closer to a fall

When, through the clouds, a ray of light
Like a hand, set to embrace
She felt warmth, upon this night
As it fell upon her face
Into the light, she gazed in awe
Her mind, it then came clear
From her life, she’d not withdraw
And hold each day so dear

Decisions made are hers alone
Her life, her actions taken
This she learned through light unknown
That life shan’t be forsaken
It was not he that made her choose
It was will and all she gave
But now she selects not to lose
And her life, to now save

So, now alone upon the cliff
She smiles, as strength comes through
For now her life was given lift
And hopes within, renewed
She steps then back, further away
The edge was drawn from sight
She cannot wait until break of day
And to each new glorious night


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Then Comes the Day

Shoes and blues and faded tattoos
The places that some people go
The wife the life the pain and strife
Things that we’ll never know

Rope some hope and a bag of dope
Becomes all that you are
To be true is impossible for you
Spinning upon a star

Then comes the day you put it away
Smiling bright inside
Because it’s true the things you do
What a wonderful ride

It’s so easy to see if you’re me
I have seen it all
When all the bad is what you had
Broken you will fall

The tears dry; you understand why
Cycle of the season
For through it all back to the wall
Everything has a reason

Reason is found spinning around
Memory that was lost
I guess all we do will come true
Long as we pay the cost

---------------------------------
Everything in life comes at a price
The same applies to your soul.
What is the price you ask, that is
a question only you can answer.
When seeking Salvation look with
In for that is where true Salvation
is found. MJ


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Wish Box

I got some wood, carefully selected
Hinges too, as bright as can be
Bought a lock, so just to protect it
Built then a box, meant just for me

Upon the top, beautifully engraved
I wrote my name in legible script
I placed in it, all thoughts enslaved
And everything else that I saw fit

When I am then to have it opened
One may expect diamonds and jewels
But treasures exist in the heart of men
That make other men just look like fools

For in my box I placed my visions
There, too, I’ve placed all of my dreams
In fact, within, are all my provisions
With wants, desires and all of my schemes

My wish box, yes, appropriately called
Exists for me and for me alone
To make this, I can teach you all
Then you can have one to call your own


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Beside You

Beside You
     by Amy Swanson  June, 2007


When your burden's heavy
    I will share the load...
And when your heart is breaking,
    My hand is here to hold.


When your life is upside down
     With sadness creeping in
I will be a listening ear
      A comfort and a friend.


When everyone you've trusted in
       Turns and runs away
My love will give you strength
       Carry you through each new day.


And when the night becomes too dark
        So that you cannot see...
Know that by your side
         Is where you will find Me.

      
                  Love, 
                      God


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What are the effects of Venial sin


The effects of venial sin are 
Lessening of the love of God on our heart
The making us less worthy of His help
And weakening of the power to resist mortal sin


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Angelic Reminder

Every time I looked to Heaven 
This is what I’d see
The pearly gates there opened
Calling out to me

I’d stop to pause a moment
As I’d try to recollect
The life that lay behind me
My path so indirect

I somehow made it this far
Now will they let me in
Did I remember to ask the Lord
To forgive me of my sins

I stand before the gate so wide
Yet narrow is the path
I fear that I have not done right 
And now must face God’s wrath

Maybe He’ll show mercy
Perhaps He will be kind
I know I could have done better
If I'd been given more time

It’s now too late to ask Him
It’s much too late to pray
I should have done it sooner
That’s the biggest mistake I made

He doesn’t seem too angry
As I kneel down and say
I’m sorry please forgive me 
On this my Judgment Day

He looked just inside his book
And said with a grin
“Blessed is the child of faith and love
My child, please come in”

So this is my reminder
From heaven up above
Find it in yourself today
Show forgiveness, faith, and love 


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MY POETICAL EXPRESSIONS

Through these verses I divulge my poetical expressions
to ignore criticism and not hoot while extricating my ideals;
my work is marked by indisputable integrity,
more plausible than a woman's chastity!


Recognition and deserving honor are nice,
but they are the least rewards I seek,
best of the best...who ever was ?
Worst of the worst.. I cannot be!


I fall between these two, lest I fault
and fairly deserve the dungeon... 
the crowds not applauding my effort,
not  proclaiming me a champion!  


My words are soave, sometimes as rigid as hooves of a horse...
reminding all that I am as human as anyone else who bleeds and rejoices, 
but  my creativity is not satiated by inferior knowledge or bizarre notions,
although my glory is never accompanied by real expectations!


Like Homer and Virgil the masters of ancient poetry,
I do praise their work, and recognize their genius shining in their word;
Troy fell and Rome rose to prominence by a bloody sword;
I don't fall by trickery, I stand on my fortress of liberty!


My obligation must be fulfilled by ardous work, I will not depart,
or merely linger on...until this mission is faithfully accomplished, and this voice,
before fading, invokes its last sunset to finally fall silent;
and if readers acclaim me, I have succeeded in my poetical expressions!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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A Rock Displaced

The sins of man had brought Him here
To carry weight we should have bore
Upon His shoulders He carried all
For all of us, for love and more

At birth, His destiny was already cast
He was to travel, on fated road
To save us all, brothers and sisters
He carried heavily our load

Upon the end of carrying our cross
He met His death with prayer and love
He did not run, nor dare to fight
With thoughts of God, His father above.

Upon His death, in a tomb He lay
Placed gently by His mother and others
With prayer for Him, hoping too
He’d return for His sisters and brothers

In the early morn, a discovered sight
The rock at the cave was displaced
By the hand of God, all soon learned
That the fate of man had been graced

He rose! He rose! The savior came
Though some still had their own doubts
Some fingers placed inside His wounds
And ascending, drew their fear right out

He is the rock of man, the foundation
He is that which we build the church upon
He came and because of His rising
We are graced upon death, by God’s son.


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2010- Hallelujahs

2010… Hallelujahs 

The New Year has just begun.
Resolutions and goals set.
Health, wealth, success and great fun
Peace in life holds no regret. 

Friends and foe be not forlorn.
Adorn a cheery nature.
Contemplate, but never scorn.
Man is a God-made creature.

So, as the days pass this year,
Spread hope, peace to all nations.
Live uprightly without fear.
Replenish God's creations.

Think of ways to, “Be ye kind.”
Take action at dawn's waking.
Sweep out evil thoughts of mind.
Live perfect, sin forsaking.

Seek not to another bind.
Make goodness follow your path.
And when holiness you find.
Feel the pleasure of no wrath.

God and man on life missions
Shall together bring about
Successful souls.  Submissions.
Perfection.  Hail the King.  Shout!

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 1, 2010


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I Hope You'll Remember Me

To those who do not know me

I'm a husband, father, brother and son.

I accepted the call of my country

Now my race is run.


I died an angry death

Lying on foreign soil.

For my family and my country

In hope a terrorist, I might foil.


To the mother of my children

I hope you'll remember me.

As a good and loving husband

Just as I tried to be.


To my children Karen and Jacob

I hope you'll remember me.

As the dad you could always turn to.

I loved my family.


To my brother and my sister

I hope you'll remember me.

As a good and decent man

The way a brother should be.


To my mother and my father

I hope you'll remember me

As a loving, trusting son

Proud of me, I hope you'll always be.


To the Country that I served

I hope you'll remember me.

As a soldier, as an American

Who died for liberty.


Fear not your loss

For this I guarantee

I'll see you all in heaven

and I hope you'll remember me.


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War Bride

She waits for him with baited breath.
May a messenger not bring any news.
She hopes for the best, can’t wait to see.
He’s her life, she has everything to lose.

May a messenger not bring any news
from the front lines, telling of his demise.
She knows in her heart, he shall return.
A telegram would surely tell lies.

She hopes for the best, can’t wait to see
her gentleman walk through her door.
Now, she waits for him to return one day,
the soldier, the man she adores

He’s her life, she has everything to lose.
She’d be done, if he was not to return.
But, down deep inside, she knows he’s alive
For his presence, she’ll wait, and yet yearn.


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My Muse Is On Vacation

My muse is on vacation
I not know where it went
My fingers now are still
My ideas now are spent
My days of this are over
I cannot write any more
My paper’s on the desk
My pen is on the floor
My only way to change this
Take matters in my hand
Buy an airplane ticket
Find my muse, where I land
Maybe then I will find it
And hopefully start again
So I will find beginning
And never see an end


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NoRmAL

"Our family isn't normal!",
you often like to say.
What's wrong with popping wheelies
in a mower race with Ray???

So what if dad likes mooning
and showing off his rear.
You might see when you're older,
You will face your biggest fear.

Your house will be just like ours!
Your kids will all be nuts!
I hope you're ready for this life...
Do you think you've got the guts?

Will you laugh it off
when your "sweetheart" needs a ride...
(even when she say she hopes
you'll duck your head and hide?)

I hope you will remember 
how it felt to be thirteen.
When your family isn't normal,
and your dad's "King of the Bean".


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Hymn-GOD'S NAME CANNOT BE CHANGED

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 changed...it'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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My Reason to Kneel

My eyes opened at sunset to witness the dawn
God opened the curtains to show me the day
The nature provided, highlighted by the sun
Told me to be grateful as I knelt down to pray

I went to bed praying that if I should rise
Let the sun on my brow, be the day’s start
For when I awakened, to my surprise
T’is not on my brow, but was there in my heart

God gave me a gift of scents and of scenes
He allowed me the joy of greeting the new day
So now I have learned what love really means
So each morning I rise, I will kneel down and pray

I will give thanks to the One who gave us the gifts
I will give thanks that He allowed me more time
I will give reverence to the power that forever lives
As the power is yielded when He makes the day mine


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Day's Diary

Cho:
O friends forgive my hiatus that I wandered away
I miss the poetrysoup, and here is my life's lay.

My soul has come to rest at a dismal place
Where the winds no longer ripple the sea
The calmness of the water is not for grace
The screaming storm was much better to me
But I have learnt to bide my time
To keep my shadow away from the hot sun
And carry the cross for history's crime
The doldrums dawdles wherever eyes may run.

Hence I am kept imprisoned from the soup
Of poetry, and friends my eyes long to caress
And walk in sorrow beyond the ken of group
Beyond the meter brimming in my breast
I carry my song with a hope eternal and strong
I carry it like river collecting from its frets
And O companions how my bondage soul long
To sip your teas and dance your soft minuets.

A man should not be broken so by the poverty
Of the times, should not be stripped of all he earned
Should not have to let house go for misery
Should not for bread and shelter in old age yearn
These are evil times that strip the soul of all
Yet will not concede my hope, nor trade my dream
Pride is all I have to dilute the taste of gall
And songs to sing when my diminished days would scream.


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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

On my trip across the land
I could only marvel at the gifts from God's hand,
He entrusted them to man
This once perfect virgin land.

What I saw made me cry
For Perfection was no longer nigh
The rolling hills of lush green land
Had now been turned into blow sand

And why did man abuse this gift
Because of greed, you get my drift
And just why did man have this need?
Because of Satan and his seed.

One day man will have to pay
As hunger takes the lives away
And God stands at the Gate
To welcome those who lost to fate.

Only when man returns to God
Will this begin to heal the sod
When Satan's day on earth is through
Will the world begin anew?

When will man begin to see
The world as it is today
Can naturally return
To what it was like yesterday

The ice age became a desert  scene
and eventually again it did turn green
Man was not then in nature's plan
Only the Master's Hand

The Knowing who study history
And blame man for the O zone  threat
Forget that eons ago 
There were no men to cause this yet

This piece of land was connected to that
And only split off after a spat
Now I hear the world was never flooded
Only the place where Noah resided

Who can they blame then?
The Dinosaurs for smoking coal
Or the volcanos that blew their smoke
Or the camels and Rhinos in former ice fields?

No, this is no joke
The earth is the earth as in eons past
It decays and rebuilds
As set down by His Will.


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Brain Power

I live to train my left and right brain,
release the poor from their pain

And tell the selfish world of men,
the life they live is insane

The system that we live in,
so divided and so vain

I wish that I could change it all
with little work and strain

Today's the day I fight for,
what no one else attained

So everyone can follow me,
live free from selfish gain

I hope that they will see me
as a servant and a leader

Ans say I was a poet,
a writer, and a reader.


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Example

In the dawning of my manhood
As boy grew into form
I dreamed of being half a man
With a need to be reborn

I hoped to take his temperament
And all decisive ways
But I went on to do things hastily
Succumbing to teenage days

When I finally thought I grew to be
A man to take control
I saw my life was not like his
And had to take a hold

My father was my example
But, I had failed to be
Half the man I saw him as
I had failed, you see

I put things in perspective
I needed then to change
I stopped as quickly as I could
My life, I rearranged

Now, that I am older
I have a son like me
But, he is like the boy I was
I hope one day he’ll see

I must remain steadfast
Let faith remain with me
I hope to be half the man
That he would try to be


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Field of Clover

It’s hard all day; the work’s a killer.
I just wish it were over!
I cannot wait to end the day
to lay on my field of clover!
My field of clover is my safe place,
where only good thoughts remain.
The sun, the moon, the smell in the air
they help to keep me sane.
We should all possess a place to go
that’s like my field of clover.
So, you can go and stay awhile
when your long day is over.
Now, if your stay upon your field
should interrupt your day,
then, rest your head upon the green
and sleep your fears away!


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CHANGING TIMES IN AMERICA

Women are quickly adjusting to modern times
by being more liberal and independent of men;
gone is the housewife, mother and wife,
who stayed home and took care of her children...



On the other hand, men seem to have lost their power
as breadwinners by becoming less caring and loving husbands;
families rarely gather at dinner to discuss matters, 
and this daily celebration pleased their Creator...



Martin Luther was assassinated and John F. Kennedy followed him,
so did his brother Robert and America watched and mourned;
these were, indeed, difficult times that changed the image of a nation,
and the innocent blood spilled by hatred spread more indignation...



Unexpectedly, something marvelous happened which brought awareness;
and soon after the American astronauts landed on the barren and grey moon,
everyone wanted to declare their rights as abiding and loyal citizens
of a country that suppressed freedom and created unneccessary choas and gloom...

   

This teen was powerless and horrified witnessed these events that changed America,
peace, justice and fairness were far cries from reality, more needed to be done; and mama
didn't want to lose me when the Vietnam War started and hippies refused to pick up arms;
and their peaceful songs are a  reminder of a youth spared by God for His great purpose...
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Holding the Key

I could never reach the stars so high
Above me twinkling in the sky
But now, you are my star
And the sky isn't seeming so far

You are watching over me
And to my heart you hold the key
The sky was always dark at night
Until you cam and made it bright

You're voice is the music in my life
You take away all of my strife
You make my heart flutter and soar
You give me diamonds more and more

Mistakes are nothing but a paper cut
But we will always get out of the rut
You are not a drug but I am addicted
And there is no way I can get convicted

I could never reach the stars so high
Above me twinkling in the sky
Now the sky isn't seeming so far
Because now you are my shining star









I wrote this one, last November, but after we broke up I shoved it away.  I only just found it, and I am ready 
to share it.


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Pray for Others

We think about ourselves these days
The worries, the times, the pain endured
But remember, friends, there are so many
That can be worse off and troubled more
Let’s pray for them and not ourselves
Or rather, if ourselves, then just for strength
For I would rather do for another
And I would go to any length

So many people suffer hard
They deal with problems, they can’t face
Let’s pray away their concerns and fears
Giving them something they can embrace
Like a hand, a heart, a smile, a friend
Anything at all to make their day
Remember others, today and always
And pray their struggles soon go away


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My Hope Still Floats

Where on this very ship I travel
Upon the waves so crested strong
The mast it breaks, the sails unravel
For here is where I don’t belong
My heart is there with you, my dear
But, on this sea, alone, am I
With dreams to just then hold you near
As soon this ship will sink, I’ll die
Yet, for the love that we had shared
I’m grateful then and this I cry

But, if the sun should warm the bow
Calm the waves that break the stern
I’ll pray again, that here and now
My love for you forever burns
As God may take me in his hands
Sparing my life then on this day
I’ll find you on those distant lands
I will, my love, of this I say
My heart forever remains just yours
To see you again, this too, I pray


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Shroud of Brethren Blood

A ribbon of peace made of red, white and blue
Had fallen to earth on a breeze
With hopes that someone would take and hold true
The values so needed for peace

Alive in the colors, representation of man
The struggles in life so endured
All sewn together in one tight fine weave
Offering to all, peace assured


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Cruel Joke

Was it just a cruel joke 
or did you feel the same? 
How could you kill a grown man's soul? 
Why did you play this game? 

He says he'd still forgive you. 
I pray he NEVER will. 
No matter how much pain you've felt, 
I HOPE YOU FEEL MORE STILL!! 

I hope you carry the torture 
with you for all your days. 
I hope your life is MISERABLE 
just like you wanted Ray's. 

They say that God will punish 
and make you feel the shame. 
For what you've done was heartless 
and there's ONLY YOU TO BLAME!


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Balloon from Above

Into the air the colorful balloon flew,
Along with it, the little boy’s dream,
With hopes of reaching a far away land
One of which he has never seen.

Will it reach another child?
Or, will this meet a terrible demise?
He hopes the message that he sends
Will be seen by…another’s eyes.

The message he sends is that of hope,
Of kindness and always of love.
He hopes the balloon reaches anyone
That needs a message from above. 

He feels it is better than one in a bottle
For the receiver will think it was sent
From heaven itself, sent with an angel
And for one person alone it was meant.


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So Long Old Friend

My very best to you old friend
As you venture on your way
I hope you find your place with God
And we meet again one day
You’ve been more than a friend to me
A father figure too
I hope you did not suffer friend
I pray the best for you
Be not so worried of your wife
Your kids are there and strong
Even though she’s crying now
We hope it won’t be long
Look down on us from time to time
We could use you as our guide
My very best to you old friend
I know you’ve reached His side
O’er Newfoundland just one more time
Look on it then, with cheer
We smile just to know you’re there
As we smile, too, to feel you here


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The Smile You Give

While walking on to work this day
I dared to take a gander
At the many faces passing me,
Who, quickly on, meandered.

When, without notice, one looked back
And surely gave me a smile
Then, my tired feet relaxed
And felt could go a mile.

You see, that’s all we need to do,
It’s recognize each other
Give to them that which you want
The love of one another.

So take this truth today and hold it
Near and to your heart
Keep in mind the smile you give
Will give another a start.


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Move in for the Kill

And to the captives, I now free your souls
Run free into the night with arms spread apart
Realize, you can be regained and someone else’s
So think with your heads and not with your hearts.

I freed you for feelings, the goodness I get
When doing what is right and not so wrong
I freed you for love, the sound of harmony
As depicted by two who share in one song.

If by chance you return into the bonds
Of another that only wishes to ever control.
Let not them contain, control and maintain
But take back from them, that which they stole.

You take, then you have the upper hand
Make them subservient to your wishes and will
Make them see the strength of your hearts
And surprise them fast when moving in for the kill.


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A Reason

It is with awe, I look to the evening sky.
Stars are bright in the infinite heavens,
Illuminating, naturally, the valley below,
Leaving me in awe of nature, its presence.
~~~~
Stars are bright in the infinite heavens
Hanging lovely above my head this eve
I look to the sky, feeling a presence
Of warmth…of comfort… all to believe.
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Illuminating, naturally, the valley below
Seeing out in the distance, a town fast asleep
Shadows obscuring, soft lights set aglow
This moment of serenity, is mine to keep.
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Leaving me in awe of nature, its presence
I thank the dear Lord for this wonderful gift.
Sharing the night, just gazing in wonder
Is a reason for being, a reason to live.


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Give Life a Whirl!

In the blink of an eye, all life, it can change
The world as we know it can be no more.
The choices of man, vain and deranged
Destroy all the chances at what was in store.

React not to the idol ramblings of man
But rather, act upon thought and with heart
Let not time nor man destroy your efforts
Don’t let others’ cruel words tear you apart.

It is by observation I see and now say
Just enjoy everything, but mostly be you.
Into your life, let many others enter and stay
Into their lives, just be there and remain true.

With earnest, my intention, it serves to inspire
So, you can be more and take in the world.
Accept the bad with the good and dare judge not
Forget all consequence and give life a whirl!


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Pride

We can learn so much from nature,
the animals here at play.
Live, love and have fun.
Enjoy each and every day.
But, never forget the others
when in their time of need.
Treat them as you would be treated,
on your food, let them feed.
Man, always like an animal,
tends to stay with his own.
So for those tired and sickly,
let them reap what you have sewn.
Help the poor and down trodden
to get upon their feet.
Give a smile to everyone,
the people that you meet.
Share a glass of wine or two.
Keep family by your side.
Your clan will grow like the lions there
into a flourishing pride.


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Burdens

I know that there are others with a burden to bare
So why am I out here so lonely?
I'm crying for someone else
To please lay down your burdens with me.


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Stretch Not The Fiber

As we often try to catch up to tomorrow
We let our lives lose focus on what’s right
The moral fiber, that exists within us 
Soon snaps because we’ve pulled it way too tight

Let’s slow down and not worry about what may be
Remember what we must be and do for fellow man
Send love, compassion, pay homage and just be good
Acknowledge others by extending out a hand

Don’t worry, tomorrow will always get here
Though, it may not be what you were hoping for
But, you can smile in knowing you’ve done the right things
After all is said and done, could you want more?

Relax the fiber, then, that is within us
Use it well to help you make a choice
You will reach tomorrow and those thereafter
Because you heard the fiber’s little voice...conscience


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Traveler in the Snow

White is the snow,
When winter comes,
As I look, I know,
My face, it numbs.

As I walk through the white,
And it wraps me like a ring.
How I long for the sight,
Of the beautiful spring.

My brain swims around,
And my hands feel numb,
I can’t make a sound,
So Heaven, here I come.

Then all of a sudden,
When my throat gets tight,
My body has deadened,
And there’s a beautiful light.

No more agony,
And no more pain,
In Heaven I am happy,
With Jesus again!


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Example

In the dawning of my manhood
As boy grew into form
I dreamed of being half a man
With a need to be reborn

I hoped to take his temperament
And all decisive ways
But I went on to do things hastily
Succumbing to teenage days

When I finally thought I grew to be
A man to take control
I saw my life was not like his
And had to take a hold

My father was my example
But, I had failed to be
Half the man I saw him as
I had failed, you see

I put things in perspective
I needed then to change
I stopped as quickly as I could
My life, I rearranged

Now, that I am older
I have a son like me
But, he is like the boy I was
I hope one day he’ll see

I must remain steadfast
Let faith remain with me
I hope to be half the man
That he would try to be 


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Beneath Your Scented Feet

Dwindling summer, keeps hordes of twitchers away;
Acropolis, fortress with a very charming height;
Promise not to cry, I shall see you in the sky
For a glass of ouzo, in beautiful moonlit night!

Though, Sunday is fine for me to sneak around;
Approaching your beauty, really, is not that easy free;
For loyal gatekeepers are watching the town,
I must take refuge, under the romantic olive tree!

While savoring your fragrance, in solitude!
I hear a man, singing in a falsetto;
For my unwanted skin attracts multitude,
That I decided to stay incognito!

As I huddle beneath your famed and scented feet;
Waiting for a chance, so I can kiss you goodbye;
Birds warble, sending jealous gods to fall asleep
Inspired by your beauty, in your arms, let me die!
 


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Hand Upon My Shoulder

That hand upon my shoulder 
Was always there for me 
It’s always there when needed 
It’s not a hand you see. 

For the hand upon my shoulder 
It descends there from above 
Is the hand of the almighty 
It shows me how to love. 

It pushes me when needed 
Consoles me when I’m low 
Strengthens me when weak 
It sets my heart a glow. 

For the hand upon my shoulder 
Is also there with you 
I see it in your actions 
It is in everything you do.


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Offering Hope

Be it a life of eternal eclipse
Or be it submerged in the sea
Smile, just once, to brighten the world
For your life to better be

Be it a day so fused with haze
Or be it of torrential rain
Allow your heart to grow in love
And subdue then all your pain

Alive and breathing, to see, to hear
Please know, you’re truly blessed
So, be it a day that seems the worst
Well, make it then, the best


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Sit as a Family

The challenge of a dinner
To sit the family
Is one that’s ever going
Worth it though, you see

For if you come together
To have a daily meal
Conversation then comes in
With lives to be revealed

Share in daily banter
To learn about each day
Values will develop
Help children on their way

So take the time to listen
Make the time to speak
Enforce the time to sit and share
Make family strong, not weak

By enforcing conversation
Your children’s values grow
Share with them your days spent
Teach everything you know


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Intervention

Upon the falling leaf
There exists a little ant
Falling slowly to the earth
Held within His hand

Out, in a darkened jungle
From a leopard, lemur got away
Helped up to a higher branch
To live at least another day

Somewhere, in a desert
A prairie dog and a snake
The dog had escaped the danger
No life, for serpent to take

Think for just a moment
As to how they got away
There must be someone watching
And helping them on their way.

In life, there is a presence,
Though at times, remains unseen
Isn’t it nice when this presence
Sometimes intervenes?


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Changing Ways

Animosity hardens the true owner’s heart
Hatred is from seeds planted so very deep
Jealousy suffocates, changing eye color dark
Gossip then loses the friends there to keep

Condescending tones, they never support
Belittling those, who may be better than you
So off with the vanity that makes us alone
Accept then the differences, making us true

Alive with the wisdom to not know it all
Creates the progress to help all succeed
Exposing true heart, to receive in return
To love one another, in ourselves then believe


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Pretty People

When pretty people say "Hello"
It makes you feel pretty too.
As they approach, you hope they would
Smile or lift a hand to you.

You'd feel pretty special then
And think, "Maybe they noticed me."
Wonder why the pretty smiles,
Within you say, "I hope it's me."

You dare look back and slowly turn
To see if you are pretty too.
No time to stop, continue on.
Laugh a bit...  How do you do?

Now reason why they made your day-
To see your pretty attributes.
So feel pretty and say "Hello"
And lift others with nice salutes.


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Movable Force

The sea churned and spewed forth a mighty roar
As the funnel formed in the not so far distance
I admired the beauty, but feared to the core
As my feet, to stay, offered resistance

T’is just a fool who would stay out this storm
It’s smarter to take shelter or even hide
No, I didn’t want to incur any harm
To where, is what I must decide

To the schools, ah yes, they were built brick by brick
There’s strength in the building, surely it is safe
Though the storm brewed oh, so very thick
As upon me then fell a twenty foot wave

My breath, my heart, I panicked, but yet I tried
I did my best to acquire as much air as I could
Successfully escaping the depths, I then cried
And ran as far away as I knew I then should


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Listen Hard

The past can speak louder than the present
For with attention focused, we can hear
Listen hard, look for the lesson
Then move forward, without fear.

We must learn from our fathers before us
As they lived to speak even through the tomb
Listen hard, look for the lesson
To pass it on, to the new, in the womb.

It is not the intention to just live and die
We must share our experiences, findings with all
Listen hard, look for the lesson
Help your children to stand and not fall.

It is with reason, we all need to focus
On the many mistakes made in the past
Listen hard, look for the lesson
For today will be yesterday, time moves too fast.


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Never Look Back

Two steps ahead of darkness
Three steps ahead of fear
I refuse to look over my shoulder
No, never, not this year

My life, my family, I‘ll stay driven
I have dreams, an ultimate goal
Not for me, but for my family
This year is mine to control

So, into sunshine I’ll stare openly
With no intention to come off track
I’ll keep my eyes set there and focused
To look ahead and not look back


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Inheritance

Out by the wall; scattered seeds of my youth
fighting to grow against the wind.
And out in the distance; perched, two upon the gate,
The bluebirds begin to sing:

Take me to the castle garden
where the sun forever covers the plants,
where darkness never enters
and where all the people dance.
Take me to the castle garden,
the place you enter in your dreams,
where loved ones lives are never ending.
Reality; stems from your dreams

Now, I remember walking hand in hand
with my father, to the lake.
In his eyes, I could hear him saying
hearts are never made to break.

But, now, now that I am a man
I finally realize
those important words he was saying
when I looked into his eyes:

Take me to the castle garden
where the sun forever covers the plants,
where darkness never enters
And where all the people dance.
Take me to the castle garden,
the place you enter in your dreams,
where loved ones lives are never ending.
Reality; stems from your dreams


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To The Poets Before Me

I have read a few authors within my days
some, of which, you may all know.
I hope to share them with you all
to help your knowledge grow.

Many an author has crossed my path
like Elliott, Bronte and Frost.
Each possessing their own style;
in their writings, you’d be lost.

There are others, too, that you may know
like Seuss or Sandburg or Donne.
For any author, that you select,
will surely compliment the sun.

Reading their works will brighten your day
through fear, making you laugh or cry.
Some of their poems may make you sad
and some will help you to fly.

All of their works, you should all read
so you can learn from the very best.
Then writing your words of poetry and prose
will separate you from the rest.

Read Tennyson and Whitman,
as they both knew the power of their quills.
As will Poe, Millay and Dickinson
give you romance, thought and thrills.

There’s Browning and Burns and Marlowe, too.
There’s Hood and Kilmer and Joyce.
Read Blake and Swift and Wordsworth, too.
It is just a matter of choice.

Whatever the preference, whatever your wants,
read some or all of their lines.
For a poem by one of the poets above
is a poem that’s finer than fine.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my lesson today,
you can now appreciate the art.
For one day a book, you may pick up,
will be written by M Degenhardt.


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Blanket the Earth

Like all hands, together, across the wayward planet,
Reaching out, in unity, to touch the endless sky,
Form a forever quilt, a soft warm cozy blanket,
A magnificent tapestry of hope, before our very eyes.

The earth would lay barren if not for the advance of man
But, it will become barren as a result of all they choose.
Spread out the blanket across the entire world and sky
And lay in the comfort of warmth, with nothing ever to lose.

Let this blanket be placed by all with desire and care,
Laying ever so gently, so to snuggle safe and loved, within.
Blanket the earth with a bounty of love and goodness
And like a fine soil, let it bring new life and hope again.


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Flower of Love

The flower I had given you many days ago
Still stands strong, so unwilted; a bud
But, yet you pass it back to me
Denying you have the same love

At least, let it flourish; a chance to grow
Please, place it there in the vase
You cannot give up, no, not this soon
Please allow just a few more days

I beg of your sweetness to help it grow
With water and love it is nourished
Please, take it back, the love I now give
So, we both can help it to flourish


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Do I Mis Her? Nah!

It has been 3 years to the day since she left
It was just like when she entered my life, hurried
Like a whirlwind she was, a petite dynamo
Always doing something, leaving nothing buried

She had her hands in everything she wanted
Never gave a thought to how it could affect most
She was in her own world; I let it go too long
She was always the center, always being the host

I look back, thankful she’s gone, still I miss
We had many wonderful times that were shared
I hope she changes her ways, less selfish
For anyone she is with now, I just hope she cares

I have no regrets over any time spent with her
She was able to fill some of my nights with dreams
Her character or lack thereof, was the problem
I hope her new beau can put up with some screams


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Fear

It can stop us in our very tracks
It keeps us on our toes
It makes us look over shoulders
It makes us lose control

We must use it to our advantage
Not let it be a foe
It may be strong, but push it back
Don’t lose it! Take a hold!


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Ghosts

Why fear the ghosts of those who passed?
I ask you, were they not family or friend?
If loved ones were to come one day back,
wouldn’t it be good to see them again?
There’s no danger, ever, from those you loved.
They returned just to say a few things.
Don’t run in fear while screaming aloud!
Listen to the message that they bring.
Perhaps they came to shed some light.
Perhaps they came just in order to say,
that they can see you from where they are
and you better just change your ways.
Ghosts are just those memories
that manifest themselves over time.
For, if you believe, I mean really believe,
it isn’t just all in your mind.
I, too, have spoken with those who have passed.
They had come with a message from above.
They told me that I should not ever worry
and just take care of those that we love.
There really is a better place, they said,
that we all can look forward to see.
They will go back and prepare us room.
There would be no better place to be.
The next time a ghost appears before you,
take the time to listen and truly hear.
For will be a message that they will bring,
from a person you once held so dear.


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Inner Turmoil

I cry so loud, yet you never hear me weeping
I stand so tall, though I feel like falling down
I must go on though, life is so worth keeping
As tears now gather, could make a person drown

My existence questioned, seldom ever answered
My thoughts then turn to the faces of the young
My wife she looks to me for strength, so absurd
For in my heart there are songs just never sung

Yet, I must smile and move so steadily ahead
While my body’s weak, with dreams to stay in bed

I know so well that I must shake these feelings
But each day just brings so much more new strife
My inspiration lies within my loving family
I give them praise, my children and my wife

Without them there I’d forever be so vacant
As dreams and goals would never take a shape
So, actions now are ones I must just warrant
And from depression I must then escape

My family keeps me going as best I could
For them I’ll reach the goals just as I should


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The Tale of Mickey D

I wish to tell you now my friends
the tale of Mickey D.
He found himself alone one day
on a boat adrift at sea.
He called to those who would listen;
those within the sound.
And let me tell you now, my friends,
This is what he found.

He found that…
Guilt is an anchor that weighs you down.
Lying can do that to you, too.
Forget your eyesight, 
trust what you can’t see
and answers will be given to you.
Alone on a boat is a terrible thing
or on an island, too.
There’s always someone there to hear
and in return, speak to you.
The thing to do is open your heart,
not so much your ears.
And a voice will be heard to guide you home
and drown away your fears.

So, listen my friends, to the lesson he gives.
He knows of what he’s saying
It’s time to open up your heart 
And get on your knees and start praying!


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From the Wreckage

From the wreckage of the past comes a new beginning,
The willingness to stand and fight against the wind.
Anything overpowering will now be the weaker.
My past will be gone and so will my sins.

What got me to this point I care not to really remember
Here I am now, however, gazing at a new bright sun.
This world shall be mine, I say to you, strongly,
Believing in myself, for I will always be number one.

Be assured, I will not abandon those friends from my past,
But I have to forget all of the darkness, those sorrows.
Look at me now, friends, as I stand so strong and proud
Unwavering in the winds, with dreams of better tomorrows.


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In Spirit

I call upon the spirits of the past
To communicate with those of tomorrow
To teach of decisions made, good and bad
So to relieve the world of its sorrow

Oh, spirits, guide the world into new days
Allow the light of sunshine as beacon of hope
Speak among yourselves, listen and learn
Pass on to us, knowledge then to cope

Be still never, please move among to guide
Spirits, touch us, inspire us, help us to live
Share with us what we need to prosper
What we need as brothers, to always forgive


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My Alacrity

I smile in the rain, though grey and wet
I smile in the snow, though bitter cold
I smile in the heat, though dry with thirst
I smile all the time, though getting old

I smile with a tune, which plays in my head
I smile at those jokes, when told aloud
I smile when alone, because alone I am not
I smile because I am simply allowed

You cannot suppress it, the smile I have
Two dimples, red cheeks, set all aglow
I smile because I can, because I do choose
I smile a lot and I want it to show


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Rock Displaced

The sins of man had brought Him here
To carry weight we should have bared
Upon His shoulders He bore it all
For all of us, a love He shared

At birth, His destiny was already cast
He was to travel, fated on His road
To save us all, brothers and sisters
He carried heavily our load

Upon the end of carrying our cross
He met death with prayer and love
He didn’t run, nor dare to fight
With thoughts of God above.

Upon His death, in a tomb He lay
Placed by His mother and others
With prayer for Him, knowing too
He’d return for His sisters and brothers

In the early morn, a discovered sight
The rock at the cave was displaced
By the hand of God, all soon learned
That the fate of man had been graced

He rose! He rose! The savior came
Though some still had their own doubts
Fingers placed inside His wounds
And ascending drew their fear right out

He is the rock of man, the foundation
He is that which we build the church upon
He came and because of His rising
We are graced upon death, by God’s son.


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News?

Each day the news, it gives no hope,
Providing useless information.
But is it needed? Who really cares?
What is the fascination?
In fact, the media promotes the bad
Making news of immoral acts
As if it’s good, as if it’s right
They’re not even reporting the facts.
Here, in a picture, are Ang and Brad
Two people just like you and me
Their lives promoted by the media,
Not mentioning wedlock, just a family.
I guess, I mean, what’s wrong with this?
We buy the papers and watch TV.
We are supporting the downfall of man
The progression of immorality.
I know that what’s right for one, yadda yadda
May not be right for another.
But, people wake up and see the truth,
Ask, “what’s right for the Father?”
This country alone was based on His rules.
The lives that we share were, too,
The next time you see a story like this,
What is it that you will do?


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Listen Not

Listen not to their blind opinions.
They say we're acting just like fools.
But, as we stand upon the stage we call life;
truly, we make all of the rules.
The lives we lead, they are just that,
our lives, our dreams, our hopes and fears.
They'll keep saying the things they say.
Let them talk, but let us not hear.


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Be Honest

Secrets I’m holding are just part of my past
If I open up then they will not last.
Do I keep them bottled deep down inside?
Am I true to myself with feelings I hide?

When I look in mirrors, do I see right through?
Can I see inside of me, or even, can you?
I thought I’m protective, maybe I deceive.
I’d like to think honest, but do I believe?

Fooling myself? No, never can it be!
I’m a fool to myself, which I must see.
To keep feelings hidden, is to be untrue
Not only to myself, but to all of you?

I must now be open, must now come clean.
Time to let the people, all of them that mean
So much in my life. I need them to know
All about me, so our friendship grows.


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Into the Sunshine

Into the sunshine I stare, with thought
Wondering what lies for me, tomorrow
Will days ahead bring sunshine and love
Or will they be filled with sorrow?

Into the sunshine I stare, with thought
Contemplating my future and growth.
Will I be one to lead the many, or
Be a follower? I really don’t know.

Into the sunshine I stare, with thought
Realizing now, I truly am more.
For taking the time to consider others
Means, for me, that more is in store.


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The Beauty of Love

Luminescent 'scape of setting sun
as ocean waves traverse the sea
and upon the view, in flying grace,
the hand of God, it comes for me.
Upon the breeze, a soft caress,
I am lifted to a height unknown.
A smell of salt and sweet perfume
assures me I am not alone.
She gazes now with bewildered look,
"Is all this soon to disappear?"
I tremble on and in response
I say just as she wishes to hear.
"Be it not gone when we arise,
my love for you forever grows.
For this beauty of love is ours to own
and like the ocean; forever flows."
Now, the sun has set; the day complete.
She and I lay in warm embrace.
Our eyes now close with silent prayers
to dream, yet see the other's face.


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Grave, Indeed

Eyes have now adjusted
Hands are now in view
The air is dry and falling short
I’m thinking now of you

The immediate world is stifling
But you can set me free
Come seek, my love, find me here
Please come now and save me

Oh, bring me from this darkness
The air it now draws thin
My love, I’m still waiting here
A shallow grave I’m in

Like being buried, yet alive,
Are feelings I’ll know best
Until you come to save me, dear
Until love manifests


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Observations

While daydreaming through the park
One day, I came upon a scene
Children harassing an elderly man
Times changed, they’re so mean.
Don’t they know or even care
That one day, they’ll be that man
Then they’ll think about what they did
And regret not offering him a hand.

Further down the path I went
Noticed some families by a stream
Blankets and food sprayed about
Pictures of perfection, what a scene!
A child running with a kite
The father, there, just standing by
Ready to jump if the child cried
Allowing growth, the child to fly.

Two different scenes I saw this day
And was able to come to a conclusion;
The family unit is strong and sound
And provides without confusion.
Questions, at times, we may all have,
But family is there for us in every way
Offering, teaching and guiding us well
Making us look forward to each new day.
A future they give us, with morals to use
So, we all can make better choices.
Stand up today and thank your family
Let them hear your loving voices.

Give back today, what tomorrow may not allow.
Always be grateful for that opportunity, the time.
One day they may be gone, but you will have learned
That through your family, your life will be fine.


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Thanks for You

You’re just so downright generous
With the gifts you give to me
From words, expressions, hope and love
All things to set me free

You always make me feel so good
As you brighten every day
Because, oh special friend of mine
You love to play and play

So, thanks to you, my special friend
You’ve changed my life for sure
I hope to do the same for you
And even give you more


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Be Prepared

Whispers in the blackened night
Tell me of oncoming danger.
I must take heed, be ready to fight
The advances of the coming stranger.

He comes with a mission, intent to kill;
Take my life, all for his pleasure.
Why would he do it, what is his will?
I must prevent it, at all measure.

I am but a victim, an innocent, here,
Somehow I was sent a warning.
My mind had spoken, must shed all my fears
And be ready, I must be disarming.

When predator comes, I’ll be ready, I will.
He won’t get the drop on me.
I won’t be of the many that he had killed.
For I’ll be the last one he’ll see.


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To Dreamland

From where the winds start on their course
My mind, it wanders there, across the seas
For inspiration’s found there, it has a source
As thoughts consume thereby controlling me

My mind is so lucky to have this great place
Where dreams override reality through word
There, yes, I have the image of love’s face
I also have a voice, which is so clearly heard

Alas, I go there when my time does permit
For I have peace there, to dreams I submit


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Four Letter Word

If love were just a four letter word
Then the act would turn quite mundane
No need for talking or living out dreams
It would drive a man insane.

If love were just a four letter word
Then life would become a bore
One, two, three – then it’s done
This man would want some more.

If love were just a four letter word
With meaning defined by the heart
Then I, for sure, would practice that
And to it, be a part.

So, love is just a four letter word
But with meaning all should know
Let it be a part of everyday life
Let it flourish, let it grow.


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I Saw

It all can change in a single moment
My heart beats faster than before
My life now altered, for the better
I pray for help, forever more

My heart beats faster than before
I saw the planes that ruled the sky
In that moment, the blinding evil
Made me stop and ask Him why 

My life now altered, for the better
Some may ask, why not the worst
I saw the evil, but then saw goodness
For people’s goodness, that we thirst

I pray for help forever more
For we will need it every day
As in this world, forever fighting
We need one light to show the way


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Families

Families are the foundation, the very essence of our life.  Though it seems as if 
today’s families are filled with unbearable struggle and strife.  With dreams of the 
perfect family, thinking we are doing our very best.  Seems everyday that passes 
us by, it just becomes more of an awful mess.   Families are falling apart. so very 
easily, it seems.  Oh God, why it always so very hard, to keep a hold of all our 
dreams? So many of our  beautiful children, endlessly suffer with the pain.  
Shattered homes and broken lives, weighed down from all the strain.  Our 
dreams of being a whole family, shouldn't be so easy to tear apart.  We all need 
to fight that much harder, right from the very start.


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What's Meant

Speak to me, not of weather
Speak to me, not of events
Speak only of us, my dear one
For which our tongues were meant

Look at me not ill favored
Look at me not with disgust
Look at me only, my dear one
As our gazes were meant just for us

Touch me not, out of worry
Touch me not, just to shove
Touch me only, my dear one
To express our heart felt true love

So when alone, my lovely
As dreams come pounding through
Dream of me, my dear one
As I shall be dreaming of you


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No Time Like the Present

There’s no stopping tomorrow from becoming today
So pack up your wishes, just put them away
Now is the time to do all that you’ve dreamed
Start acting on wishes and all of your schemes

Waste not a moment as time goes so fast
Count on each second to make your time last
Be everything you have always wanted to be
Now is the time to make dreams history


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Lessons to Learn

Speak not in anger, when challenged so.
Speak not in haste, to chance the time.
Speak only truth in a calm, clear voice
Pray for those, who speak out of line.

Listen not, to blind opinions.
Listen not, to those who falsely preach.
Listen not, to the anger of others.
This lesson I offer and so now I teach.

We should not give in to evil’s seduction.
We should not give in to tempestuous ways.
We should not give in to hateful actions
We should stand with strength and learn to praise.

We have been taught these wonderful lessons
By the one who, before us, had lived this way.
When times are tough and you want to give in
Remember, Calvary, the saving day.


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The Bridge

The bridge to paradise is close and wide
It remains a choice if you wish to traverse it
But never, no never, say it was never there
For then, you just succeed to curse it

It has been before us, seen in the rain
The sun has shone upon it many days too
If you wish to see it, then open your eyes
It will naturally then fall into view

Take then your steps, shuffle if you will
Move forward to the bridge, it’s a must
Keys to your happiness lay on the other side
So step onto the bridge and have trust


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Sea, She Loves Me

With forceful currents there, possessed
She pushed me fast to shore
As winds had stirred up, at my back
The sea provided cure

My voyage ended weeks ago
When the homeward ship went down
With prayer and hopes, a dingy afloat
She would not let me drown

Nor be shark bait, a worm on hook
The sea kept me alive
With nature’s course, on current float
I was not meant to die

She placed me on a sandy beach
Upon the break of day
The sea, she kept an eye on me
And taught me how to pray


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The Leap

Up and down the spiral staircase
Moving in circles as I go
I know I started, but where, know not
And where I’ll stop, I’ll never know.

A traveled tread, I see reminders.
A riser, kicked, I see my mark.
But why am I forever stepping
Upon this staircase in the dark?

Do we all have a similar staircase?
Leaving us forever in a loop and flow.
Take a leap with me from this staircase
And to far off lands, we’re sure to go!


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Chances

Cast out of the garden
The lovers with shame
To never return
To not be the same
Unto their children
The weight of the two
The original sinners
On an apple did chew
Oh, though it symbolic
Of each other did taste
They knew of their sin
To no more feel chaste
So, out of the garden
The two sent to Nod
God gave them a chance
By sparing the rod.
Instead of controlling
He imparted free will
Which lasted through time
And is in us all, still.
Because of their sins
God to Moses gave rules
Some of us follow
Some of us are fools.
He also did more
By sending His son
Not just for a few
But for everyone.
Still, there are the many
Who choose not to be part
Of the love He has given
And implants in our hearts.
So, after His son
More chances He gave
He sent even others
With intentions to save.
Still, there are the many
Who turn all their backs
Now, that is a mortal sin
And salvation, they’ll lack.
He has given us all
So many times and ways
Directions to Heaven
But who really obeys?
You’ll still have your chances
To acquire keys to the Gates
But take them all now,
There’s no reason to wait.


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Sweet Morning's Kiss

As my face was caressed by the gentle morning breeze
The warmth of the sun kissed my very brow
The scent of flowers, fragrance brought me to my knees
As a smile upon my face greeted the here and now

That moment was greater than any other ever wished
It was splendor, a true gift of the morning’s world
It was as if I awakened as the morning gave me a kiss
Letting me know of the sunny day to unfurl


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Weathered and Worn

Upon the shelf, above the door
With dust and age upon the text
The book, it sat, with readers, naught
With dreams of eyes upon it, yet

The binding, tight, it’s never torn
The leather, smooth, yet worn with age
The white within is yellowed, worn
And risks a tear, when turn the page

Alive, it seems, it screams its verse
Calling out to many, who dare to hear
Alas, without eyes, it’s set with curse
Yet, keeps hopes alive year after year

Perhaps a mind set there for words
Or interested hearts, set there in love
Will find the book, then read its verse
Be thankful then for looking above

Then the book, there, penned with heart
Will have shared its many words, its thoughts
Perhaps a life will change, then start
To appreciate their lives, all then taught


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out of darkness

Trials and tribulations is all i've known .Death and dispire is what i was 
shown.Sadness became this world of mine. drugs had taken over and left me 
blind.unable to see gasping for the air in which i breath,never knowing where to 
run always wanting to hide wondering when the reper would sneek up from 
behind and then out of the darkness i was lead unaware of what lie ahead a 
chance to change and start anew a life worth living i finally see becoming the 
woman i was created to be nolonger lost and afraid for this battle ive won but still 
i fight and continue to walk with the lord on my side...


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Knowledge

When man wants more
And gets it,
Does he stop wanting?

When man pushes further
And gets there,
Does he stop going?

Questions one must ask of themselves.
We can all be blinded by the brass ring.
When reaching further and further,
We deny values and forget everything.

Lest not forget our forefathers teachings;
Pray, toil, love and reap rewards.
For it is better to live with a knowledge
Than to attain gold and die by the sword.

So ask yourself a question each day.
One, that will make you stop and think.
Treat the answers like a glass full of water;
Consume it and taste of the drink.

Knowledge is a powerful tool, not weapon.
Use it to better yourself and others, as well.
Let it flourish like your flowers in a garden.
Share it, let silence not quell.


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The Walls Before Us

Many sit and just stare at them
Others turn and face away
But walls are there for purposes
That you must find today

There are so many just so drab
No brightness to provide
The people that just look upon
Seem so shy and hide

There are some painted oh so bright
That perk and do inspire
It’s those brightly painted walls
That kindle many a fire

There are some, too, with windows there
To provide a viewer, view
A pristine outlook upon the world
A daily escape so true

Yet others may also have a door
That opens to outside
Those walls offer opportunity
As people then can’t hide

They walk on through, take the day
They enjoy the midday sun
And venture, too, under the moon
To share a life of fun

Whatever wall, that you may choose
Remember, it’s your own
Decide how you wish to view it now
For life, do not postpone


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Passing Thoughts

On thoughts of passing from this world
One could expect sadness, remorse
Yet, I say smile, welcome the change
For if the one was good, then it’s just the course

For each person shall venture to the life promised
To their heaven, their soul destined fate
On thoughts of passing from this world
I tell you now, for this, I can’t wait  


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The Call

While walking and thinking of the day to come
I wandered to unrecognized parts.
My mind then drifted, controlled by my fears
While trembling was felt in my heart.
I noticed a person I recognized,
Or rather, I felt that I knew.
A comfort, he gave when he gazed my way.
My fears, suddenly became just few. 
I noticed a building, a steeple, a bell,
The doorway; immense and pristene.
The feeling I got as I went toward the door
was comfort in faith; the unseen.
The man, he greeted me as he did the others,
by name with salutations for all.
Though not knowing him prior, I realized 
just then, from whom I heard the call.


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Another World

In the world of the blind, all would look the same
No physical imperfections, or skin color, just name
People wouldn’t be judged on the way they appear
In the world of the blind, we’d only feel and hear

In the world of the deaf, no bad words abound
No curses, no comments, no, not ever a sound
If one was to utter the harshest, let’s say
In the world of the deaf, we’d just walk away

In the world of the mute, not a bad word expressed
No anger, no hatred, the world would be blessed.
No stupid thoughts or evil would ever come through
In the world of the mute, only loving we’d do

Many people think these things are just afflictions
But in all of these worlds, no needs for inflictions
For peace and for calm would almost always exist
In the world of these people, are senses really missed?


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Nuts to You

The devil wears a suit and has a thick old wallet
Holds himself higher than the rest of the world
He sits in an office and makes up excuses 
For reasons why others shouldn’t share of the gold

He pulls all the strings and makes the decisions
He alters the rules as he then sees them fit
He scares you with choices, but says for the better
In all honesty, he is nothing, but an educated twit

Alone in his tower, I hope he falls from one day
He’ll never have what we possess, though he desires
But, since he can’t have, he makes our lives hell
And condemns us to his world amidst all the fires

Oh yes, all his minions, those who climb all his ladders
They do all his bidding as their consciences fade
But I, though employed for the need to support family,
Can hold my head high by the choices I made

I will not let devils, in suits, take possession
I will not and can not let them have me 
Though they can fire me, truly, at any moment
They’d be doing me a favor, cause then I’d be free

And to all those devils that tried to then have me
I say, go to hell and take all your minions with you
For all of your power is just worthless dribble-drabble
For my power gets stronger with all that I choose

You see, you’re defeated when my head is held high
Integrity and honesty are two things you can’t own
In fact, you are nothing without all your minions
The kiss ups that don’t know that their lives are gone

So, when you sit back in leather, with some brandy
To think that you’re at the pinnacle of success
Think again, because of those that are like me
We’ll inherit the kingdoms and be the ones blessed


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Wake Me

For now I sleep
As sun is down
My eyes now closed
In dream I frown
For in this dream
No rising sun
Just pure darkness
For everyone
No light for growth
No sparkle bright
It’s scary dark
Without the light
So wake me now
From dormancy
I need the light
For me, to be


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Quiet Hero

The beast in darkened lair does thirst
For human blood, the village curse
Upon full moon it greets the night
Consumes its prey until daylight

As full moon calls upon the beast
To come, arise, take part in feast
One lonely man, takes up a bow
Readies his arrows, to do in the foe

It was there among the many trees
The moonlight brightened well, he sees
The hungered beast, he slowly nears
With utmost quiet, suppresses fears

His hand upon the feathered glide
With hopes it reaches deep inside
His mighty arm it pulled back tight
As the arrow then took aim and flight

But no, the creature had turned in time
To see the arrow come. What crime!
He reached real fast, an arrow took
His hands were strong although they shook

Placed, with point aimed at the head
He released with hopes to make him dead
Smiled now, as he gained some ground
For the beast let out its dying sound

He walked backed to his village square
It was quiet and still, no one there
Retreating then to his humble abode
He fell off to slumber with story not told


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Life's Race

A step in time, foot by foot
Is how we must venture ahead
Slowly, surely, walk a true line
On that road of life we tread

No one truly knows just where
The road that’s there will lead
But foot by foot, eyes wide open
In life, you’ll then succeed

Run not, ever to darkness
For you’ll stumble to the ground
Leap only, ever in lighted direction
Happiness then be abound

So upon reaching your destination
Look back, see then your prints
You’ll smile and be ever grateful
As the finish line shows you did win


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Natural Change

His hand dipped into the river
As the current took the fallen leaves
Cupping the water to his lips
He knelt for a moment to grieve

The changes occurring, dramatic
The landscape, subjected to change
He realized the cycle continues
As seasons of life rearrange

He watched the changing of seasons
As he sat on the river’s high hill
Noticing for the first time, the beauty
He knew nothing…ever remained still

As change is a natural progression
One should ride, as the river does flow
Changing is easy, like the seasons
Along with it, then beauty does grow


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In My Mind

In a secret corner of my mind
A place I often go
I exit the world, peacefulness there.
It’s a place, we all should know.

A haven for thoughts or dreams alike,
A place of safety too,
But there, when I am alone in thought
I, so often, think of you.

Never wish to leave just where I am.
No, never leave this place,
For a look of happiness can always be seen
When looking upon my face.

I hope to see you there some time
And take a moment or two.
If you can’t make it, worry not
For I will dream of you.


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Without You

Allow me but a moment within your loving embrace
I wish to provide you, now, with my beating heart
It beats for you, darling, see love there in my face
As the passion contained surely can never depart

Feel it, hear it, sense its beating so very strong
It would stop, lose life, should you ever let go
Hold on my sweet, as within your arms I belong
It was written in the stars so very long ago

I’d die if there was never a moment with you
This I say because I know it to be true