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A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS



It is in the grey of icy evenings
When those dimly-lit wishes seem to fade,
A bitter nip, a woe this season brings
The chafing of hope's ardor, delayed.
Yet , for all I grieve during the passage
Of summer’s festive and vigorous trails
Who could not ponder upon this new stage;
As the quiet of misty Fall unveils
Reflective pauses where breaths gently ease
The dark and long wait of unanswered squall;
Endowing thoughts with a hymnal reprise
And, guiding stillness with poise that enthrals.

It must be the cold flakes in dusk-like stent
That restores hope with godly contentment.



Sara Kendrick’s A Penny For Your Thoughts Contest
“Hope is faith holding out its hand
 in the dark.” ~George Iles
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by nette onclaud
3/20/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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Echoes of You

The saddest sound in all the world,
The bagpipes weep as raindrop pearls
Land to take on grass-green hue:
Tears to mourn the loss of you.
Your boys line up with shaking lips
And breaking hearts to numbly grip
Your modest coffin; spirits brave,
They trek toward your dewy grave.
We follow you through wind and rain.
The pipes still croon their sad refrain.
We bury you with roses white,
A tragic yet tremendous rite.

And as you sleep beneath the ground,
The echoes of your life resound.

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2014

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Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire

Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire!


At sunrise, when morn breaks into sweet day
Darkness,eases into another far lost realm
Light returns to splendor in its bright way
Sun-ship glowing,celestial giant at the helm!

We that rise up to see this wondrous event
soak in its beauty, holding its glory fast
Our future embraced and our past thus spent
each day's memories and hopes sail at last!

Heaven and Nature conspire to give that gift
hours await to explore life's great dreams
Darkness fled,giving again blessed day shift
full of promises riding magnificent streams!

At sunrise, when morn breaks into its sweet day
Earth gives man more time to love, dance and play!

Robert J. Lindley, mid-70's

Old sonnet, perhaps mid/late 70's.
Had no date on it.. Certainly was at an 
optimistic time in my young life.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Three Things Incredible

Inside a Sears store, at age 14,
I stopped to stare, with others there, in awe. . .
A dream achieved was on a TV screen:
Man’s first walk on the moon is what we saw.

Two decades passed, and I, then 35,
had lived thus far to see a mighty fall -
A celebration broadcast world-wide live:
The Cold War’s end; down came the Berlin Wall.

Born when the fight for Civil Rights began,
I’ve seen folks hated for their darker skin.
When I was 53, a black man ran
for president; the whole world saw him win!

Three things incredible in history
I’ve seen, which fan the flame of hope in me!


For Brian Strand's 
A JEWEL IN YOUR CROWN any theme/form max 14 lines Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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The Deadest Hope In The World

The Deadest Hope In The World


The deadest hope in the world to hold
To be truly youthful when one is old
To race about with eager quickened pace
Innocent smile upon a softened face,
Willing hands to love yet again,
The envy of many fellow jealous men
A finer vessel sleek, pure and true
Lady of charm dancing along with you!

Adorned with steadfast heroic words,
Flying free of earth like the birds,
Wandering into majesty of the clouds
Far away from teeming earthbound crowds
A God sailing alone in the night sky,
Enjoying a blessing, not asking why!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-30-2015

A sonnet, simply because I have not written one in a while..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Echoing words

I heard the notion echo in my mind,
those subtle words spoken in early dawn,
faded by fuddled morning left behind,
shaded by hope to free a heart withdrawn.
The words had been said, be they false or real,
to act upon, remained in shadowed zeal.
Sweet expectations to attract your appeal,
excited to confirm the dreams I feel.
But were the words shaded by hazy awe,
clouded by false senses in eagerness,
to remedy by shared passion love’s flaw,
of infedility and unfairness.

The words of lust and hope had been spoken,
zealousness to excite a heart broken.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Hope Deferred

Again I shield my eyes from ocean's spray
While lifting eyes of hope to search the sea
But seas and skies are endless, troubled grey

My hope deferred; how often must it be?
I'd give my life to see him safely home
And all once more his windswept face to see

"And what," I ask, "compels my love to roam?"
But only wind blows keenly on my ear
While here I stand -- forsaken for the foam

My hope deferred gives way to tho'ts of fear
A ship alone, perhaps not still afloat
Yet still I wait, and hope he cometh near

A sail I see! and greet with hopeful smile
But hope deferred - must wait for yet a while



Based on Brition Riviere's painting, "Hope Deferred".

http://www.wikigallery.org/wiki/painting_319027/Briton-Rivi%E8re/Hope-Deferred

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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If Ever


If ever pain shall strike my wounded soul,
my consolation is you are my cloak
Your calming presence mending any hole,
protecting me from chills it might invoke

If ever moon and tide shall be at war,
and convolutes my tattered, wrinkled mind
I’ll plunge it deep into your ocean floor
of soothing words, ‘til sweetest peace I find

If ever sun shall fall upon its death,
my only prayer is that you'll be with me
For light within your heart is like my breath,
and this will last me for eternity

I know that life shall cease for me one day
But love, ah love, forever it shall stay...





0202032012

--English sonnet; iambic pentameter :)



**thanks so much to Kash for the heads up on the syllables, and also to Jack for "it", and also to Sara and Carrie for your insights :)....it's looking better now, thank you!!

again many thanks as well for all who's passed by and left inspiring comments :D; Debbie, I nudged the comma & tweaked that other line and Andrea, thanks so much for the additional wonderful suggestions-- sorry I am a bit stubborn with some of the lines ;)

Copyright © binibining P.iNk | Year Posted 2012

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Scroll Of Life

SCROLL OF LIFE

Although the light long ago faded from my youth
Clarity of my memories tell one; go home,
If only to find the innocence and the truth
From whence I travelled this world, like a gypsy roam.

When the scroll misconstrued paths collide in the night
Unprepared for the dawning the golden sunrise,
Horizon awakened one of emerald bright
Freeways of poetry and words woven without guise.

The misunderstanding of the unrolling scroll
Gave one measure to digest the loss; the delay,
In sands of time ribald an everlasting toll
The scroll we have a new understanding this day.

The gypsy has finally found himself a home
Through emerald eyes seeing his sunrise; not alone.

© Harry J Horsman & Mandy M Tams 2014

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2014

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Final Act and Epilogue

(submission)
Here we bow down to the Lord of the flies,
making way for elegant hissing gowns,
bejeweled in glittering serpentine eyes,
balancing the luster of crooked crowns.

(self-realization)
Alas! We have lost our morality,
so blindly do we serve this filthy swine;
this vile beast bathes in our depravity,
turning our wretched sins back into wine.

(self-preservation)
At this drunk-fest, the swine ruefully grins,
watching us bow down to our own demise.
Why sit back and watch as the evil wins,
darkness can be vanquished, please realize!

(revelation)
United, we can make our final stand,
and banish this beast from our rightful land.

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2010

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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007

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CHRISTMAS MAGIC



Colorful tassels swirl around the pine
Hovering brightly on dazzle of lights,
Richer the kindred prayers, so divine
Inviting Babe Jesus to join our rites.
Songs peal with laughter and new wishes blow,
To remind each other that gratitude
Means special for the hearth's love,all aglow;
As ornamental candles drift, so hued!
Starry-eyed, a lacy table is dressed
More cheerful the beams; it's Gram's festive treat;
Awakening kids’ last surprise, how blessed
Gift- giving is, through a Yuletide complete.

In the magic of this radiant eve,
Comes hope's spirit true, in which we believe!



Andrea Dietrich’s Contest
Something New: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
` syllables checked through www.howmanysyllables.com

12/17/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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The Sun Will Shine On Your Face

Suspended improbably on shoulders
Hunched by years of glacial attrition
And threaded through a forest of boulders:
The path that holds the key to my mission
I speak allegorically, because
This tortured path has ne’er been seen before
And every rock is a problem that was
And every chasm is an open sore
Each footstep will demand its pound of pain
The raven keeps score of the promises
But I will endure until I unchain
The bright drops from the dark cloud’s surfaces

    And refract the light from the Sun, to send
    To the Heart of Gold at the Rainbow’s end ~

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008

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In Response To My First Poem

In Response To My First Poem

-Inner Spirit-


A true and fighting spirit within us all surely must lay
beneath this weak armor made of water and clay.
Has it been destroyed in your life and soul,
by seeking comfort, pleasure and another goal?


Waken it if it still remains to be used for greater good
stop playing the excuse of, if only I ever could !
Renew that gifted spirit to stiffen the weakened spine,
take strong stands and draw many a hard line.


Truly sad that we get only one weak human life to live,
copy virtue , kindness and learn to sacrifice and give.
Be noble in courageous thought as well as in all your deeds
courage often springs from the smallest of little seeds!

04-26-2014

~                ~~                 ~

My Response

He remained true to a dedicated and uplifting vow
Although, a weak vessel made of red cracking clay.
Years had taken a slashing toll, in great pain now
Yet his huge heart still sang out in its own way!

That terrible destruction time always seems to wreck
Dark, sad seeds planted in so many weakening souls.
Such looming obstacles hindered his long, lonely trek
Prayed he each day with faith to reach all his goals!

As many did in truth point out his stinging defeats
He begged pardon, crying his heart did remain true.
Only after helping others in their successful feats
Could his heart and soul celebrate with all of you!

Shining inner spirit, resting most secure in his mind
Watching as his last candle flickered and burned out.
Forever praying that deep love and faith all may find
Lights flashing, he flew away at the first angel's shout!


 09-28-2015

For 12th Contest, Sponsored by Silent One "Response To Your First Poem"

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Sonnet I : Ink and nothing else

Freedom differs on how each men define it,
like the love of autumn or cold of winter.
Vast it may be but meaning is implicit,
so vast that no soul can ever hinder.

I define liberty as a pen and paper.
Mere it is , but my understanding is sure.
What is simple for you, to me strikes deeper.
Thin a  paper be , but it lasts to endure. 

The glory of ink is immeasurable,
for a tender soul of mine to comprehend.
Though age  has  numbers, I am an example,
of a generation's hope for we to ascend.

May the world be courageous to project art.
Like this sonnet , this is where I start.

Copyright © Jim Parrera | Year Posted 2011

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The Air of Indifference

          The Air of Indifference


Tree limbs grasped hungrily at idle air
hawks, with weary wings, shared calms despair,
sailors, deafened, by the muted swell
motionless the listless sails froze in heated hell.

Kites, stricken victims of inertial rule
denied the need for string, or child-held spool
aspire to go nesting in the trees
dream of the distant joy of being free.

Soft turn of ocean breeze will fulfill hope,
sailors on the deck will seize the rope
as children would the string of lifting kite
and trees bend easily as hawks take flight.

Thus does spirits wind so gently raise
the voices of the silenced into praise.



7/3/2014


Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014

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Here I am Alone

Here I am alone
Alone in the dark side of the window
Where all I can see is a shadow
A shadow that comes from my own

I looked at the sky
Many stars glistened at the top of my eyes
For this beautiful night
I end imagining and enjoy the sight

The flowers end there bloom
When the day started to gloom
How I wish I am so wise
That I can only think twice

Here I am alone
Counting my teardrops on my own
I wish there could be someone
That can bring my dreams once more

Copyright © Anne Recto | Year Posted 2008

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I Can Hear Hope Whistling On By

I Can Hear Hope Whistling On By 

Lonesome train whistle blowing loudly tonight
memories of my youth and that amazing sound.
Images of my dog barking at the racing sight
of that train flying by shaking the ground.
O' how big that giant metal beast once seemed
with great men steering it by our poor home.
Dare I hope one day it be me, as I dreamed
big engine, black iron rails on which to roam.

Tracks leading into adventure far, far away
maybe robbers holding up a gold ladened train.
Reality, daydreams or inspiring child's play
imagination and hope some may dare call insane.

Iron wheels, they once moved my imaginative soul.
Now to regain that lost blessing, my great goal!

Robert J. Lindley
Sonnet

Note: that train just went by. My old mind jumped
aboard, took a seat and started writing!
Was truly great to be that poor kid again, holding
onto hope's eternal promise of a future not so damn
hard....
I can remember me looking at my dog, Buster and saying
--"Someday buster, some future day"!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Hope Came One Day, Like A New Cool Spring Rain

Hope Came One Day, Like A New Cool Spring Rain

Heartache deep, it was breaking granite stones
sun eclipsed on that raging fateful day.
He felt it, the blues down deep in his bones
lost love hurts, love hurts, as they often say.

She came on like lovely dancing whirlwind
such awesome beauty in her raven hair.
Becoming his hot lover and best friend
now he finds her love lost is just not fair.

He aching for days on that summer beach
and beautiful visions of her deep joy.
Her gone, life sought to miserably teach
realization she was never his toy!

Hope came one day, like a new cool Spring rain.
Any broken heart can find love again!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-30-2015


Poem Syllable Counter Results

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	109

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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You Call Me Love

     YOU CALL ME LOVE
I am as Alpha, but don't ask me why,
the wanderer through life, who comes and goes;
the tail of comets not observed am I,
Omega's dying breath nobody knows.

I am the candle flame where-in you shine,
and dance the dance so long as you will burn,
until the end of time, and time is mine,
I am the teacher from which you will learn.

And yes from your first breath, you learn it all,
only from me, the knowledge that you seek,
because of me you rise, and then you fall,
I am each thought you ever think or speak.

You call me love, but only once you'll see
just what I am, and what I'm meant to be.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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December of that Year - Finale

Throughout the days that followed, panic and carnage spread
The TV stations did their best to calm this human dread
All the hovering ships returned to whence they came
But thousands still appear above, New York now not the same

Communication now wanes, no power or mobile phones
You get a sense of feeling of being in a world that feels alone
Continual drones hum whilst the yellowed skies remain
Our planet we know as it was, will never be the same

Then came the day of reckoning as we all looked to the sky
A shuttle from the biggest ship lowered in hover fly
Suddenly the screens returned as we heard the visitors speak
We are ancestors of the Mayans, we treat as they were wreaked

From our original pasts demise, to earth we gave so long
To be part of here now gone, from an earth you once belonged






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



Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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With Him - The Ameri- Sonnet

~With Him~
(Ameri-Sonnet)


God's planning something for you
Right now He is at your side
Nothing is hard for Him too
In bad times He'll be your guide

Always keep  faith love and hope
Give problems to him you'll   see
He'll rescue you,  help you cope
With Him anything can be

He knows you and cares for you
Best for you  He has in mind
God loves you and that's so true
Seek and His grace you can find

Read God's word and you can grow
He's the savior and that's so.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011



October.27.2015


~Author's Notes:

"Ameri-Sonnet" is a poetry style created by Richard W. Jenkins.





Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Dreamer

Dreamer

ONE of my longings is that the stars above,
So bright and far they scarcely shine on love
Were not, out there, so distant from the moon
But trekked across the sky to love bestrewn.

I must not stay withdrawn but wish each day
Unto the darkness, stars would find their way
Onward through heavens submitting to the wind
And motions that one dreamer might pretend.

Never knowing that reality was lacked.
Nor that mere fantasy seems to be fact. 
No one can make these heartfelt visions clear.
Nor hope relieve the thoughts I still hold near.

Stars, bestow brightly your light to love anew.
Let us, sweetheart, together vows renew.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 12, 2010

Inspired by  Poetrysoup member contest: A Romantic Longing !! 	
Sponsored by: Laura Mckenzie

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010

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Hope Held, Forever Loving Like This

Hope Held, Forever Loving Like This 

Left behind, glory and tragedy, fateful twins
Left behind, love and hate, desperate foes
Left behind, courage and fear, never friends
Left behind, youth and beauty, just way it goes!

Looking ahead, wealth and fame, seek great highs
Looking ahead, faith and love, aim even higher
Looking ahead, comfort and hope, time so flies
Looking ahead, earth and paradise, not a denier!

Memories found, long and deep, O' sweet joy
Memories found, love and nights, such hot love
Memories found, favorite shade tree, as a boy
Memories found, her hand in mine, like a glove!

Hope held, days in love, nights in sweeter bliss
Hope held, finding out Heaven, to be so like this!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Consumption

Commodity based cookies won't keep us content
Their master narratives run clear as the river 
In our eyes, we see and feel we must be givers  
Not just plain takers, wasting away our talents
You see, in us all, there is a scaly serpent 
Wrapped in entropic doubt waiting to deliver 
Us into masochist cynical slivers 
Of our truer selves - drowning out the sound: repent
Let's forgive ourselves; hayat devam ediyor
Let us starve the serpent and feed the peckish dove 
Even when all tells us otherwise and the news 
Reads of constant loops. Listen: it's you I adore 
See it is far easier to hate than to love 
But more rewarding against the odds to push through

Copyright © Sankofa Dasanyi | Year Posted 2016

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My love Proclaimed

She is near
Yet she is far
She is clear
Like a star
I shall be bold
My love for she
Will be told
It has to be
I will reach her someday
And my heart will sing
But that day is not today
So my love will cling
For as long as i've hope
My soul will not mope

Copyright © Weston Fenn | Year Posted 2007

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Oh Spring Day

I was wrong about spring, 
for all those months I painted the blame on winter’s dark face.  
Wave after wave of cold cloudy, darkening days,
saturated my damaged point of view.  By the way
I am sure I will die on a winter day, blaming the solstice, 
waiting for the capricious spring to finally arrive.

But my heart will be frozen, and perhaps not even alive.
God how I love the way you make the sun shine.

I was wrong about my fate,
I filled the frame in haste, too busy to wait.  I didn’t listen.
I ate my own eyes, and blamed the skies,
I chased the horizon and wrapped it in lies.  

Oh spring day, it is never too late,
to fill me with mercy and grace as I wait.

Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2013

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Greater Art Thou!

"Poetry is a way of 
               taking life by the throat."
                   --Robert-Frost

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Heart broken torn apart like scrambl’d eggs;
As the weak link snapp’d momentum slow’d—stopp’d
Love wherest art thou? Torment’d now begs,
This cup of scourge, drink or not—spill’d—now mopp’d.

Et tu Brute? Whisper’d from Caesar’s lips;
Yet Romeo and Juliet once lov’d,
Like Macbeth’s witches brew—don’t drink nor sip:
Fate or faith shatter’d, vulture pick’d bones—cross’d.

Heart pleadeth upward—greater is thy love,
Open Heaven’s gate with thy purest light;
Hearest thou not the meek? Awaiting thy dove!
Remove these shadows of darkness and strife:

Greater art thou in Heaven than on Earth,
Creator of creation giveth now birth!

© Joseph, 9/4/08
© All Rights Reserved


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Honorable Mentioned Finalist Certificate
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Jan 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem 
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2008

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Confirmation

The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism


Written 09172012

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012

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that was almost

Me now travol trom home
To town me find a lot of pipo running away
Me don know wat has happened
Me suddenly find da police van pull up
Dey say they want to take me
I ask dem wat I have done
Da police laugh and dey hit me in da belly
Me triy to run dey thro me down
One police man shouted he didn't do wrong
Me triy to say dey hit me in da belly
Now wat happened was a night mare
They hit me in da belly
Dey rolling me like a chicken
Dey called me thief
Dey kicked me a lot but me started to cry
Dey laugh and laugh but I stoped to cry
Now what happened was heaven
I got up I hit one in head
And he started to cry
Den suddenly all of dem ran after me 
Me started to shake almost urinated
Suddenly dey caught me den me started to sing 
Dey laughed dey laugh 
Den I started to remove my cloths
Dey now thot I was mad person
Dey quickly got back in the van as they thot dey caught da wrong person
Den me ran home
I told my mom dat was so close 

Copyright © tanaka chirombo | Year Posted 2012