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If Love Does Not Live (Sonnet for Celene Crescent)

If love does not live so that love may live,
Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship;
Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give,
Darkness and void with no inspired lips;

If love is quashed short of its golden prime,
Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite;
Crushed from its age of blossoming on time,
Like breath strangled from life not to unite!

Then O’ love, send me Pegasus to ride,
Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky;
Touching constellations with them abide,
Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye:

Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds
Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!




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CHERISHED

Perhaps when the last bough has sailed away
And I stand here alone on twilight's plea,
I will remember each and every day
When gentle eyes kissed fears so tenderly.

I cherished our seasons through pain or shine
You opened love’s vessel to catch dawn’s tide ,
More than a father, a gift of lifetime
Until night cuddled wisps of your last glide.

A thankful song brings memories’ relief
Defining not what life is all about,
So sing with angels and take flight so brief
And will my wings to climb without a doubt.

This breath now calm on our hometown's lagoon
A journey far where your face lights the moon.




Regina Riddle's Contest:
Sonnet On An Intimate Relationship



 


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Into the Gloaming

The sky prepares the sun for night
where drifting clouds are slowly steeping 
in tepid pools of waning light
where soon the moon will find her sleeping

above a field of wild blooms 
where evening shade is gently seeping
into the brush where sunset looms
beyond the reach of shadows creeping

along the ground where light rescinds 
past silver groves of willows weeping
teardrop-leaves that ride the wind   
to dusty skies where stars need sweeping.

Through the trees, the breeze is roaming
like a breath into the gloaming.


Written: 7/29/2013
For Andrea's "One in Three" contest


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Fresh Pillow (Kyrielle Sonnet)

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
Closing my eyes there is no peep,
This soft bed is just so mellow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Forgetting the stress of the day
I am in bed without delay.
Soul at ease— the mind must follow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Satin sheets over my shoulder,
Keep me warm—not getting colder.
Fantasy dreams I now billow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.


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Field in Retrospect

There’s a path of flowers I glide across Such a beautiful color made of gloss Orange pieces of delight made to pass Within this meadow that is long to last The blades of grass are surely tall with pride Turning colors from green to brown inside There’s a lone tree in the sight of the field Where orange and red leaves become its build Flowers impact this field in retrospect Looking at it from my past with respect Power of the flower is prominent Secure in my heart which is dominant Orange is the color of the plant’s choice Field is glad of their presence, they rejoice
Russell Sivey


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Releasing Me


The choice is mine, to spend my time where seagulls sing for me
A day to play beneath the sun, have fun and feel no shame
My chores undone, but my heart is won by everything I see
Not often have I felt so sure, or found a cure to claim
I'll leave behind the pace the grind that keeps me on the run
Without a doubt, I want to shout, and thank the sun above
I'll hide away, and have a day, perhaps if only one
We are meant to have a miracle, a moment's breath to love
To pull down shades, on a sunny day, and grieve of life's demands 
are not for me, I'll smile instead, assured of something more
Beneath the sky, I'll watch the waves roll in to wash the sand 
and put on hold the old routine, that bores me to the core
To find myself, a sense of peace, a second step begins
All by myself, I will release,  the breath I've held within




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6/20/14


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A SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET

The moon doth appear in that dark horizon
And glistens with a beam of drifting light.
Let thy passions stroll with the companion
Of forlorn hovering clouds in moonlit night.
O Nature, sing not thy lonesome songs again
For I doth find a friend in each of thy cells.
I rejoice in thy touch even in wrecked pain
And my life hath mend its stuttering wheels.
Dazed weariness once mocked my forlorn being
Ere it came unto thy shelter, Mother Nature!
Whilst my morale dips in bosom, come and sing
A song of Love that warmeth every creature.
Nature hath a bliss that drenches our dry mind,
Pouring tender showers amidst the roughest wind.


(This is the first time I have tried to write a Sonnet, so, please pardon my shortcomings)


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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


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LITTLE DOLL WITH CURLY HAIR

Little doll with curly hair, how did God
Make you so fair? With big eyes color sky
And with skin as rose as a healthy child...
Fall asleep as you hear my sweetest lullaby!
The radiant moon has come into your dreams,
What can she offer you: if not moonbeams? 
And as you breathe, you resemble a cherub
That Rafael imagined to be you in that crib
When happy angels gathered and whispered,
" Little doll, gently lay on your golden head."
This nursery rhyme you will learn in time,
And sing it to yourself when church bells chime.

You'll long for a hand to caress your cheeks...
feeling its warmth while you will float on dreams.    


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Kim Jong-un leader of the starving

I wonder what your thinking, in your country far away
And what on earth possesses you to threaten mine today
You allow your people to starve, munitions they are first
While daily people starve to death and many die of thirst

Your father and grandfather should have taught you how to care
Instead they shared their legacy of treating people unfair
Many live in work camps with three generations or more
Simply because they disagreed, so now all must chore

You live in style above the rest, have people who adore
But deep down, I believe that each person longs for more
You teach hatred and despise my country each and every day
For freedom and free choice would take yours away

Your people follow in fear, like robots in a line
I wonder how long they will conform or will it be your time
More and more try to escape, or die instead of live
In a country such as yours that takes much more than it gives

Each building,statue, memorial you have to tell a tale
Of twisted truths and travesties instead they often fail
For freedom is what's needed in the country you call home
Grow food instead of opium,and leave the people alone

You have the power in your hands to change what was past
Hurry please before it's too late you must do it fast
Do not start a war in which more people will die
Because your father and grandfather started it with a lie. 




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A Flow of Serenity

The Atlantic Ocean’s tide is ever flowing
   I listen to it in my cottage by the sea
And at night so peacefully I sleep just knowing
   I’ll hear it in the morning; it’s a guarantee

Few things in this life can be taken for granted
   Perhaps only faith and nature’s constancy
But the sound of the sea is somewhat enchanted
   Always offering a sense of serenity

I’ve chosen to dwell here for the rest of my days
   It allows me to cast all my worries aside
There’s a hope in my heart these tides forever raise
   A joy that erases every tear I have cried

The sea speaks of a power beyond that of man
A reminder that all things are part of God's plan




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Interuption

It's curious, finding 
the way to God's truth,
Men knotting their 
faith as holding it fast,
If called wrong, they 
fight with nail and 
tooth,
By words they first 
attack, then sowrd at 
last.
Methinks it wrong to 
fight with men for 
God,
Who made the earth, 
stars, moon and sun 
in heav'n,
In face of religion, see 
disguised fraud,
Can't God himself 
keep his foe driven?
He, who makes blood 
run in veins of men,
Provides lungs from 
huge air stores,
And food he feasts 
from oceon, air and 
plain,
Do need you fulfil 
that Mighty's chores?
A man's needed to 
have his faith inside,
Unlike rough, smooth 
air raises good 
smooth tide. Hashim 
nizamani.


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Swim These Fields

The trees expand right over the water Bringing awe, perfect brightness to the sound The free-flowing brook moves swiftly over Eyes can capture the young feelings abound I enjoy the emotion that’s around Loving of nature is proudly encased Moisture by the emanating fog's sound Towards a peaceful life that’s interlaced I will always go cherish this day here No other time nor place can sure compare And my heart will always exist right here Forever I will swim these fields and lairs Tenderly open your eyes towards me So when I come near, you can surely see Russell Sivey


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Agape

One day thou wilt not be standing in my way when I shall,
Seize the moment to say how much I love thee; 
Life stretchest hope to the sincere and honest not to a rascal,
Whose only hope in saving his character is to flee.

Mine honourable soul doth asketh thy public acceptance for, 
Secluded feelings can never forge a noble troth;
Bring forth in thy mind the sweet alluring memories of lore,
Keep my unequalled agape, shun what is not worth.

Come hither my twinkling future and mine adored baroness, 
Good tidings address those whose hearts are ablaze;
Their nights a prolonged play of sumptuosity and madness,
Performing the art of love in its most luxurious ways. 

Hark men and women of all time and place, 
Love prevails if we didst take it as a grace.

© Guru Jad 2013


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Empty Cafe

Thought of the once busy café gone dull Brings me ideas that at once I’ll mull Not knowing the reason for the escape I strongly desire to join the landscape The lonely feeling is what I soon want Semblance of a café is what does taunt I enjoy empty seats, I love the peace Do they make enough cash to pay the lease How long can this sentimental time last Will it take me beyond and to the past Not a soul is coming, I’ll enjoy this The enlightenment brings me total bliss I don’t know why this café is empty I enjoy the calm and real harmony Russell Sivey Contest: CAFE MUSINGS Sponsor: nette onclaud 1/27/2014


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Tears from a Peace Sign

My eyes now sadly laden and with pain
They see man's wars upon this Earth and cry
These tears not heard are flowing now in vain
No one hears as I ask the question, Why?
I've asked a reason all my days of breath
From tops of mountains to the valley stream
While children suffer from life's peace request
For all mankind it's been a chasing dream
To find a peaceful world's flowing fountain
And everyone will drink with empty hands
Search for peace signs on the farthest mountain
While dreams disperse and wash away like sand

As many weary travelers take a stand
They cry out to all, don't you understand! 


For the contest The Peace Sign
sponsored by Kristen


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Sorry

We should communicate in poetry
eliminating all anger from us
anger kills just like guns in this country
we must bring peace here without any fuss

doing away with anger is the way
many will say anger is a good thing
because Jesus showed anger in his day
but the world has change the angels won’t sing

hine the light on all our dark thoughts right now
I do believe worldwide peace is able
since Satan is waiting with his big plow
I was taught all sins were forgivable 

sorry is so much than a simple word
it’s a way of life your soul’s only sword


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Moon's Sway

There seems to always be a moon lit path Dashing out before me in the cool air Moon tends to absorb, like taking a bath Brink of light bordering the edge of fear Alone on a cool cobblestone walkway I venture where the moon sure doesn’t go There’s no light, just a feeling of dismay But the dewdrops do find a way to grow Cause the moon never reaches to this point There’s surely no feeling of peace nor calm Dew comes out and over me, to anoint Reaching my hand as I hold out my palm Then I walk off beyond the cool walkway But I don’t glance at the moon and its sway
Russell Sivey


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What's Cooking Good Looking

with muse in hand
a romantic longing is the plan
dinner at eight
I hope he won't be late

sherry filled to the rim
soft music for us to spin
candles on the mantel
slight ring of dinner bell

waft of curry stuffed chops
and potatoes creamy and hot
buttermilk biscuits on the side
and dessert for which he decides

this is how mom said to get to a mans heart
with a romantic dinner from the very start



Tribute To Romance
{MIO}


Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
A Romantic Longing Contest

GL All


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Retreat

A canopy of grandfather oak branches and green leaves
sways between your brilliant Sun and I, 
It’s tattered, blanket of shade moving on your grass,
so inviting .. I just can’t pass it by.

I’m busy with much ado about nothing really,
Can we just talk here for a while?
Let me lay here in your creation and rest,
in the midst of this worldly trial.

Help me to be still and listen for just a bit 
to maybe hear you in your gentle breeze,
while I lie on your ancient earth, 
in your green grass, neath your leafy trees…

What lovely, peaceful expressions; so near.
Thank you my Maker, for bringing me here...
















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Peace

right and wrong are no longer clear as bell
the truth at times can be worse than a lie
God is in Heaven and Devil in Hell
all the truths we seek may be in the sky

here on the Earth there is more confusion
wars being fought as the poor being ignored
doesn’t matter Muslim Buddhist Christian
we all have a desire to move upward

it’s our hate and ignorance that hurt us
similarities not differences
we need open dialogue without fuss
we all need to unite without fences

let’s do like Lennon’s song Give Peace a Chance
then we all can enjoy French fries in France


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I Frame

I Frame 

As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden, 
Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call. 
Many are great and then some are a bit small. 
I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon. 

It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden. 
I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl. 
Person place and time steadily climb up to maul. 
It’s a give or take rejection expected to turn on. 

One day ye shall see, 
My Moon half drawn, 
Ye see it was all of me. 
Your Sun will be gone. 

Only one Star shall rise up above my name. 
It’s a special place inside my heart I frame! 

®Registered: Ann Rich 2007 



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Sweet Inspiration

As if the words beg to float from my throat, But only spill with the ink of my pen; Only with nature's embrace and sweet coat Do I feel truth form in words and begin. Solitary confinement- I'll find peace; Only within, I can feel the soft hum . . With each stroke, and spill, a gentle release To nature's sweet music, pluck, and soft strum. Nature shall comfort, wherever I go; No matter the warm breeze, or the cold bite. . Caressed by nature, rocking to and fro' While I admire each beautiful sight. So now that no one's here to inspire love, I'll find it around, within, and above.


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BLUE HELMET one size fits all

suppose a hose of people
talking with their heart
imagine what a start
building a peace steeple

listening with their soul
for a beautiful chart 
imagine what a start
with understanding on pole

the signs  and people are all over
crossing oceans taking heart
imagine what a start
like a creeping dutch clover

more people would become a worldly minded sweeper
each and everyone a potential peacekeeper

©Elly Wouterse

PS. Honoring a friend who was peacekeeper back in the days in Libanon - a Dutch "blue helmet..." he returned but the world he was in has changed him............. so much


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Light Reflections

In front of a window is a grand sight Reflected off the wet ground is some light Distorted are the beams of perfect want They bring the heart a tug within this jaunt The feel of the light breaking on the ground Showers complete without another sound Shops are open during this cloudy day An aura pleases those gone by today Seeing the reflections cast from water Shoots big amounts of glee like no other There’s some joy outside the street at this time Like when a bell rings spreading out its chime This day is filled with happiness and joy Light reflects from the ground, all to enjoy
Russell Sivey


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Give Me Nature

Once I saw a pretty bird
Singing sweetly songs I heard
Pleasant-looking in a tree
My heart it filled with so much glee.
All around fine flowers grew
Bright beneath the sky so blue
There was beauty in the eye
I didn’t wish to say goodbye.
The sun in gold was going home
Grand like Caesar in old Rome
Whilst around they all played
Perky children God had made.
Far from nature it’s quite sad
Give me nature— and I’m glad.


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Book Launch

The generous seas do roam vividly,
And sacred words spoken earnestly.
People suffer and people go to war,
I just hope these words will go afar.

Yesterday I published a FREE book,
Indeed a feat of altruism, no crook!
I suffer in silence in every moment.
I have no money to publish a stunt.

I was just hoping for word-of-mouth
And email propagation as loudmouth.
Book is at: http://bookbooster.com/newage.htm
I accept feedback just at: percarus@hotmail.com

OFFICIALLY THE MOST ELOQUENT STORY TELLING POETRY BOOK EVER WRITTEN
-ALL NON FICTION- (This spiel typed in the spur of the moment - God Bless you)


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Home

Reaching, crawling, from deep within my dark,
Emerging from an almost endless night.
So thirsty in a land so dry and stark,
But I see the waves, I can see the light.

As I taste the salty blue, my soul stirs.
Reflections of a peace that I once knew,
A calling I can't deny, it allures,
For through these blue skies, I once freely flew.

Cool water awakens my sleeping soul,
Soothing my burns from a journey of pain.
Living so alone, has taken its toll,
Where love is only for personal gain.

A world without air, a world without breathe,
Will be forever home until my death.


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Fallen Angels

Angels, descending from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love
Angels, weavers of dreams,
Harbingers of nightmares, they bring screams
When fallen they become, lost is this world
For the heavens become hells, fiery and all curled!

Angels, fallen they may be,
Yet, they shall not remain so for eternity
The ONE above is full of pity
For his children lost in absurdity,
Feeling like crazy beings in a reality
Where Time is Fool's stupidity!

Angels, descending from above, shall try with all their might
To bring harmony to the land of the dove, where lost is the light!


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A Homecoming


I have spent many hours reflecting on my dad's last earthly days. How he stared silently at the room's far corner, in another place. At times, many visitors filled his crowded hospital room. But my father's eyes were transfixed, his face peacefully consumed. Though he could not speak, I questioned his mesmerizing vision. As I held his hand I knew the answer, God had made His decision. Angels had come for my dad as he quietly faded in that bed. His time of peace had come, but it was the moment I had dread. I wanted Dad to stay with me just one more minute, hour, day. But summer, his favorite season, had come, the time for me to find a way to let him go, Jesus was calling; so I kissed him goodbye through tears. As he took his final breath, a peaceful calm washed over my fears. I stared off into the distance, imagining beautiful angel wings of love, embracing my dad, then flying him to the eternal summer of Heaven above. * This is all true. I held my dad's hand and sang to him as he took his last breath. It may have been angels or my dear grandma coming to take him home. I only know that I felt comforted by my dad's peace. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 19, 2012 First place in Touched by an Angel contest (Gail Doyle) Eighth place in Emotional Poem Contest (PD)


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BLOOD OF GERONIMO

    BLOOD OF GERONIMO
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?


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Stringed Mandolin

The land calls my name, deep inside the bowels Working the strips of fabric that installs Patience builds up where wind blows beyond time Lips tell stories but won’t work in the rhyme Severed is the black hair off her white skin Opened her heart, the day’s cool air within Leaves tumble and shake away from the trees Clouds play their music with delicate ease Liquefy my eyes, gone through broken glass Sifting through the polished sand I won’t pass First score comes in, playing my eyes digress Lowered below feelings of some sundress By love I sit with a stringed mandolin And life strokes a chord of dandelion
Contest: Any Subject, Any Form - New Poems Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot 11/12/2013


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Give Peace a Chance

Peace ravaged by time so brief
What failing have we to decide
War dawns night or day like a thief
To bleed our national pride

Peace has melted like stale ice
Arming our enemies with precision
The wars go on with a hefty price
Strung up by ample politicians 

Peace be bound by never knowing
Magic tricks recover the facts
We decide with taxes flowing
If we'll ever have our children back

Peace be with you in tomorrow's light
Hope to burn war's savage nights

June 7, 2013


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Evening Sonnet

Evening Sonnet

If I could etch this vision in my mind,
watercolors on the horizon find.
Setting glows of orange and red,
pinks and yellows mingled threads.
Your gift of light fantasia see,
earth's at peace and harmony
Watching such a glorious glow,
knowing wars and angers grow.
Floods and famines, earthquakes roar,
warming earth's internal floor.
Rapture waits beyond the door,
Let not the Albatross give soar.

God's gifts of peace and gentle rest,
The sun will rise, the sun will set.




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The paradise of life.

The paradise of life,regained once again,
the joys of the life seem to come back again.

Nothing seems to worry or disturb my settled mind,
wherever I go my life seems to rewind.

Moments of the life seems like jewels to me,
enjoying each one and at last here are we,

sitting together now below the bright moonlight
with her head on my heart,what a wonderful sight.

Wished it was forever ,and nothing changed
wished I could stop the time to cherish what I gained.

Seriously unable to define the feeling of happiness
the nature being so kind to remove my loneliness.

Once more the joys flowed in , and it started to rain,
and the paradise of my life is regained once again.


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THE YOUNG LOVERS FROM VERONA

Their death could have been prevented if rivarly, 
misunderstanding and hostility had not been there...
had Verona not become a battle ground for the gentry,
but unlikely comedy that makes us burst into laughter,
tragedy puts some sense into our  foolish heads shunning this  truth:
they didn't have to die uselessly in the prime of their youth!
O insensible people, mourn the young lovers from Verona with sympathy
to realize that love is unstoppable as the coming of dawn;
we can try to kill it with jealousy, envy, anger or even murder...
but what the outcome will be? Heartbreak and regret over 
a disastrous event such as the one Shakespeare wrote in his teary,
dramatic play to warn us that it shouldn't be disapproved with a frown.

Peacefully sleep, o young lovers from Verona! Even this saddened poet will not forget...
how courageous and desperate you were to end your vibrant lives with that insane thought!


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A Moment

All I want is a moment of peace,
Somewhere that no one can reach.
A moment that's quiet where there's no noise,
A place close to Heaven where I can rejoice.
That would be pure serendipity,
Just the silence and me.
A moment with no aggravation or screaming,
A place where you'd feel like you're dreaming.
A moment with no stress or arguments,
Free from all torment.
Clear my head of unfoolish thoughts,
Get my mind right so I want be a fault.
The beauty it would be to think straight,
It would make life that much great.
A moment in time to finally relax,
Kick back and get my mind intact.
Just God and me talking away,
Telling him how I'm feeling today.
No unpleasant sounds to disturb my mood,
Or be around people that are acting crude.
A moment with the wind and sun shining bright,
The birds chirping tells me everything's alright.
How happy I'd be to focus on me,
To calm my soul with peace.
No tension from unnecessary drama,
That has causes your life so much trauma.
A moment is all it would take to satisfy me,
And put me in better spirits so I'll be free.

      March 31, 2014
~ The One and Only~


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The greenwood tree

As I walk slowly through the quiet wood
I feel the need to kneel and say a prayer.
The sacredness of trees is  understood
For symbol and its meaning  coalesce   here

 The canopy on high is bathed in sun
and birdsong is so lovely to  my ears.
The noise of city traffic I now shun
And natural meditation calms my fears.

 The trees were bare and elegant last week
Today the leaves have opened sweet and green
I hope no thunderstorm will wreak
It’s havoc on the newborn world  I 've seen.



For nothing on this earth will last for long
So  commemorate  sweet Spring  with a new song


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Tomorrow came Naked

Morning rises in silence,  without strain
Brings hope to a heavy laden tired mind
A fresh light to spread across life's domain
To unveil treasure this new day will find
Tomorrow came naked,  without disguise
Revealing beauty and a sense of awe
To linger and wonder with open eyes
Watching the gray of night slowly withdraw
In the quiet of this space peace is found
As it fills lungs with a deeper breath,  still
To feel the burdens yet carried unbound
Unhinge stress as the eyes begin to fill 

To search the naked dawn for reasoned peace
Surrounded by calming light worries cease


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NGERIAN SONNET

Newly adopted toddlers mourN
Indemnity as locus  standI
Gold-crests laG
Event invites the employeE 
Rodeo on the wealthy riveR  
Irrevocable superminI
And the black gold run et ceterA 
Nobles with black gold gains remaiN


Spectacles of other specieS
Opener ramains incognitO
Ne'er-do-well holds the horN
No one remembers the mooN
Expatriate  the extra farE
Teach the gospel momenT


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A Night in the Bush

.
Out in the bushland, no street lights around
No sheltering tent, we lay on the ground
Close by a green pool and Kurrajong tree
Alone by ourselves, just Willow and me

The bushland at night is dark as black tar
A million bright twinkles, each one a star
The moon, just a sliver, riding up high
No clouds to obscure, and rain a far cry

Way off in the distance low eerie moans
Raised hairs on my neck, a chill in my bones
But Willow just snuffled, curled in a ball
No fright in her hackles, no fear at all

Slow dying embers, a lone dingo’s cry
A night in the bushland under the sky


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Right or Wrong

Can waves of living hatred ever calm
as man persists in causing mankind harm
and wars all fought to seek desire for peace
in order to ensure that all wars cease.
Cannot all see that no war can be won
and serve the needs of all with its outcome
for right and wrong are joined in history
depending on which side one tends to be.

No answer either in diplomacy
for right is only where you choose to be.

Ivor G Davies


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DEATH OF KING HUSSEIN February 7, 1999

    DEATH OF KING HUSSEIN  February 7, 1999
Uncertain wings, Hawk of the Qureish fly
out of the night to meet the coming day
of certain mourning, he is set to die
as is uncertain peace that was his way.

Amman is crying, streets are washed with tears
of followers and tribesmen of his own
who've prayed for miracles down through the years
but he is all the miracle they've known.

The powder keg is primed, and set to blow
what peace he's made now hostage to the past,
and still the Jordan makes it's dreary flow
through all his world and time that can not last.

divided tribes are joining, aiming for
a swift, decisive act of holy war.


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MOM OF GAZA OR A BANNED SONNET



An omnipotent'd been ideated by militant clan,
Aeons tell how it put them through a social pace.
To set up abode or to relate races with astute plan,
God had its genesis;women-men needed it to seek solace.


As fact a woman conceives, is manifest
Man couldn't conceive of anything but God for law and lex.
Dyed-in-the-wool,they kept bending head for mending mind lest
They vex orders of war, worship and women for sex.


But missile killed gravid woman with faded hue,
Her baby survived in placenta of its mom of Gaza:
A whole race, policies, religion; yet nothing to rue,
As if all were busy computing to bring future bonanza.
  

No more sacred are our Temple and Church or Mosque and tomb.
Truth says:fetus Jesus'd been bestowed on Mary's womb!


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Seasoned

We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.


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Proffessor Crazy

We are crazy, aren,t we?
We are are all so very crazy
And so pray I, that we may be more crazy
That we may proclaim truth in such lucidity 
And when we are crazier
Then we shall live life like one 
A truthful crazy - life is worth living 
Than a bouyant life full of lies
I'll rather eat a bone in peace 
Than a fight over a roasted whole ox 
I'll rather run 100 miles to stay out of trouble
Than run 10 miles to get into one 
Leave me, and let me live my lovely - crazy life 
Even if it be on a leaf.


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Radiant Sunbeams

Radiance rains down from the heavens
In leaning lanes of luminescence
Glorious golden lyre strings glow
Against the deep azure's hollow
Pillared paths of beaming glee
Cradle the meadow magnificently
Sunshine streams past cloudy drapes
Illuminating these inclined escapes
Suppressed, sketch out a silver lining
Rather than send high hopes resigning
From eternity they stretch to emanate
Let bright light warmth disseminate
As they disperse divinity into the morn
Seep through my soul so I shine on.


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The Lilly (of Salvation)

                      Thousands of freshly cut lilies in bloom
                           Signify life and a promise of peace
               Three days gone by then they opened the tomb
                    Christ Jesu arise, from sin you release 
             From flower so precious, falls lone raindrop
            Reminds all who love ye to praise thy name 
            Prince full of glory and love that shan't stop 
            Precious Lord Jesus ye healèd the lame 
              Lilies so white without blemish or mark 
               Son of the Father ye loosèd the chain 
              Heart led by peace, ye destroyed Prince of Dark 
                Death upon Calv’ry, left children unstained 
                Lilly that shines like the Halo of Lamb 
                 Lord Jesus, descendant of Abraham  


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Spiritual Peace

I find my place of spiritual peace

Again, just when I feel I never will.

There is a sense of freedom and release.

I can’t know all the answers, but am still

 

In touch with The Divine, and that is real.

We’re all connected.  Life is precious, and

Life doesn’t end with death.  Sometimes we feel

A presence, and we come to understand

 

That nobody who’s ever been has gone.

The spirits of those who we’ve loved remain.

They will protect us – help us to go on.

There is almost a beauty in the pain.

 

Although sometimes I find it hard to trust,

Truth’s constant.  Feel the patterns in the rust.



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Dilated Night

when the eternal night blessed our kiss 
within deep trenches of beauty we held
you left the sorrowful night with a hiss,
shall forever be a treasure withheld
a sheer memory of human nature
wondrous night that is forever praised
but thoughts like these tend to become glaciers
as that day becomes a living record
of that night your lips touched upon mine
but with memories,  some float till the end
under the swinging lamp of frozen time
with me, you remain forever adored
with your ruby fire lips and gold hair
in the twilight night we once shared


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The Battle Within

Love and trust the battle within,
One of armor and one of cloth,
Both equal in strength and at a great loss.
Cornered by time to live again,
A moment to go back to where you have been!
The principles of pleasure intrude on a pleasant dream.
Love and trust the battle within shouts its damning scream!
One of armor, one of cloth and both are determined to rise again.

Conflict and pressure begin to adhere to this occasion.
One second to catch your thoughts of stop, go, or yield?
Beset by these restless conflicts your need to release introduces itself.
Provoked to endure a graceful truce the weak one falls to submission.
Love and trust the battle within proclaims the very same guild.
One of armor, one of cloth, and both equal with great strength in this world that we build


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Awake Up To Thee

Up to thee in what your spirit will see.
Between you and me, it’s all that it can be.
Your heart and mind must be bound true.
For your soul to be given and saved too,

Each day that passes depends on what you say.
Depends on the faithful way that you display,
To be forgiven is design, forgiving divine.
Preparing for a sign, trying not to define,

Break not any sacred vow, though live for the now.
Take heed of what you plow, though watch your bow.
Humankind is so very frail, seek you own Holy Grail.
Remember that you may fail, but take up a new trail.

Golden bliss is what no one on earth wants to miss.
Awake and do not dismiss, or your destiny you shall remiss.


written for
Sponsor Brian Strand 
Contest Name UP TO THEE max 14 lines 


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Classic Lullaby

Close your eyes go to sleep, listen to this lullaby.
Rest your mind; release your woes, to justify.
As you lay so warm and delighted tonight,
Secure in your thoughts, without any fright.
The hours ahead shall be quiet and serene.
Dream of gold, diamonds clear, so pristine,
Close your eyes go to sleep, rest mortal soul.
Dream a dream of how to master your goal.
Night goes quick, but you are so very calm.
Rest all your bones, a mind of little qualm.
Pray that your woes are gone and forgiven.
That no nightmares arrive, or would be riven,
Wake your eyes, mornings come, do not stultify.
Sing again what has been sung, classy lullaby.


written for
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ A solitary sonnetist 
Contest Name Lullabies... 


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colobri sonnet

Colibri (sonnet) 

Beautiful colibri your fluttering wings
so rapid it looks like you are still in air…
drinking with your long sleek beak
forbidden nectar from the honey tree.
You fly from tree to tree care not who 
you hurt with your purr of love.

Humming bird so lovely you are, totally 
amoral, I will catch one day put you in 
a cage, serve you sweet honey from a jar, 
the one in the fridge with a picture of 
a bee on, and you will buzz for me alone 
till I set you free… if I ever do.

For I too need to hear the sound of love
and dream of being totally immoral.   


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Focused

Lord hangs onto me some serious mercy now, 
I am aimed and directed aligned and straight. 
Be it so or be it may I am that God given trait. 
You will never once have to reveal for me how. 
  
I tell the truth all I have to say about it is Wow! 
If this isn’t just downright genius then it’s great. 
I can only imagine what all this will soon create. 
I must say for all this I shall indeed bend to bow. 
  
A-men to every single one of you! 
And praise your one supreme Lord! 
You know, I knew I always knew! 
My God, I am your flaming sword! 
  
You know Lord; you can do whatever you want with that locust, 
But I’m going to polish up on this sword keeping myself focused! 
  
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


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Peace Within

“When my pain is bleak
And relief is fleeing
My thoughts become weak
With recklessness”

“Agony brings infamy
To my heart of pain
And the peace of Christ
Excels my thought of rashness”

“And meds for coping
Lessens my sadness
Lower my woes
Of high distress”

“And peace from within
Derived from up high
Quiet my thoughts
Of suicide”


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THE LEADING GLOBAL CITY

Isn't New York City the leading global city? 
Wait...why is it called The Big Apple?
And for those who don't know...here's the aswer:
it was named after the poor street vendors,
selling apples during the Depression.
And despite all the traffic jams and noises,
New York City is still a great city!
Manhattan's avenues are quite at night...
illuminated by those skyscrapers!  
See the Brooklyn Bridge cross the East river,
such wonders are The Whitestone, the Throgs Neck, 
the Washington and the Manhattan Bridges!

Yes, Queens is the melting part of the world;
where would you find such a diversity?


Entered in Brian Strand's contest, " Sonnet Me "


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Unto the Breath of Tides

Unto the sea, disburdened by its waves:
my heart reposes as I near the notes
of tranquil tides held fast by rolling staves
emitting from the ocean's passive throat.

These velvet whispers grace my supple ear,
like waltzing zephyrs on a vernal floor.
The melody, though soft, is deeply clear,
compelling me unto its measured core.

I long to hear your calming harmony,
and scent your saline billows from afar.
Resound--resound thy chorus unto me;
coerce me unto where thy waters are!

I'll rush to where your lambent body lies
to hear the peace of your cerulean sighs!


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Abba

Abba the father my heart cries out to you.
I am corner stoned with all I will ever be.
I reach high and climb the skies just to see.
I am in a world so confused it is hard to do.
 
Abba the father my soul just passes through.
I come to you and I am down on bended knee.
I have a soul begging for justice to be set free.
I am in a world where corruptions make new.
 
I am searching the distance,
Documenting my presence,
Absorbing life’s existence,
Developing omnipresence!
 
 
As this world shatters and shakes,
The Earth begins to violently quake.
 
 


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The Rose

I

Blooming in the garden, 
I could see the rose.
Blooming in the garden,
I could hear,

The rose.
The rose.

II

Singing to the flowers,
that stood like towers.
Singing to the birds,
in a delightful shower.

The rose.
The rose.

III

Should sing to me.


The rose.
The rose.


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Reflection

Each morning before I go to work, I take few minutes
Of my time to stand in front of you, though I am bored!
But, I need to do it, for I want to hear your comment;
As I predicted, you started your nagging argument
By teasingly, spreading both of your arms into the air;
While I almost burst in paroxysm of disappointment,
As I repetitiously asked, what is wrong with my look?
Silent pause is all you got, giving me the impression
That I will never learn to dress, like a fashion icon!
I am late, but just can not leave because you bother me;
If, I could stop your negativity with confidence;
So, I wouldn't be spending more minutes on your silence;
Oh! I really should be grateful, 'cos you made me listen
To inner self, for I look great now, than I thought I was!


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Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



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My Fame

Is it possible to say?
I love you!
Really I do!
Each and every day!
 
Would you stray?
In lieu!
Or out of the blue!
Each and every day for you I’d pray!
 
Inside you I came,
You went,
I stayed the same,
For you I was sent!
 
Each and every day I was meant,
Each and every day I gain My Fame!


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The Mission

             SARAJEVO - the mission
It's all the news, the guns may soon be still
but promises fail as reality
and though the news is good, it never will
bring peace to where a peace can never be

though best intentions are to make amends
and bring together those who've never known
that differences can make the best of friends
if only they could build on this alone;

the reasoning is foreign to their ways
grown from a past the world can't understand
and all their hate's been with them all their days
as if it's all a hate that life has planned.

   And in a peace that lasts a day at best
   one mission quick becomes just like the rest.


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True Paradise

I would wish for a cure for every disease forever more
No more sickness then we could achieve ultimate score.
The entire world would be happier completely to the core.
No more deaths would be closer to heavens amore.

Next, I would wish, no need for money, no one poor.
One less thing to fight over, everything free for sure,
There would be no more drama from behind the door.
No one person or family would have an excuse of demur.

Third wish would be that no one desires power or gore.
That everyone has the same realistic dreams with no lore.
This wish should abolish all wars, allowing all to adore.
Along with allowing greater love that is precious and pure.

All three should end hunger; avarice shall not endure.
Heaven on earth shall exist; a true paradise is secure


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Butterfly Sonnet

Spread your wings,
Then fly away,
You're more loved,
Day after day.
You're so beautiful,
But you're also strong,
If you're caught,
It's not for that long.
You're very brave,
Even when you're afraid,
Your passionate soul,
Will never be able to fade.
So go ahead and fly,
Leave without a goodbye.


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Nigeria 1

Nigeria is this you the golden eagle
Feeding on dried vegetation with wings in black
Once like Isaac in sight of Abraham
A rose in the hands of jezebel thou are

Could that be you so lean as if HIV positive
Infected by unfaithful partners of yours
That prefer thy quality to that of leprosy hands
Oh! What a paradoxical life

Can you ever grow Inspite of all this 
Like the great Iroko tree in my village
But if the red cap, the talking drum 
And the great amara eaters will come toge’er with one voice

And say like the biblical Jesus, “stand and walk”
I know that thy bone shall rise again.


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Twist of Fate

I am remembering you when it was all so good.
Simply because you will never lose your shine!
On top of your head is a radiating golden shrine.
One by one and row by row is where we all stood.

If you wouldn’t and they didn’t, then I could.
Embedded in these visions is a sight so divine.
Looking back at you or me is where I do twine.
Leaps in faith bound following us as it should.

Midnight skies speak so clearly to me,
And every Star I know and you know,
In every granule of sand it is you I see.
That’s why the Sun and Moon still glow.

It is not certain if time runs too late for anybody to wait.
If vision still serves me well I’m looking at a twist of fate.


® Registered: Ann Rich   2009 



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Linear Peace

Oh, let me sit in peace and go,
within the pages white as snow;
between the lines as black as coal
to all the places You have sowed.

Oh, let me sit in peace and see,
the whole wide world You’ve made for me.
The mountains high the valleys low,
the pristine passes ripe with snow.

Oh, let me sit in peace and go,
from my life to Kipling’s “Just So.”
Between the leafs and lines I’ll Be
alight, aflame, pure harmony.

Oh, let me sit in peace and know,
the mysteries of friend and foe.


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Bye-Gone

Shhhhhhh, I say to you!
Your breath I take away.
Your heart I make stray.
Your life I will make do.

Hush! My word I shew!
Your meaning will fray.
Your purpose will slay.
Your will ends as anew.
 
Listen up and listen here!
Hear ye oh hear me now!
I shall not just disappear.
Here and now, I am how.

Let a bye-gone be a bye-gone. 
And move yourself right along!


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penultimate day

The penultimate day of  2011 

Pale winter sky, green landscape and the far mountain
is dark blue…the air is so clear I can see white cottages
on the slopes where they have goats and make cheese.
There is stillness, but I hear cars rushing by on the main
road and if I stand on my toes I can see the Gaza Strip,
 not in details as it is shrouded in the mist of conflicts.
The distance between here and there is too short today
bullets hit ground and I must hide behind a stone wall.
I see cartridges from shot guns, hunters have been here
and meaty birds fly fast and fearfully from tree to tree. 
The dale to the east that looks like a voluptuous woman 
on her back, I drove up there once but couldn’t find her. 
This year is coming to an end, a year of wars, it is sad to 
think in our world hostilities are a norm.    


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NIGERIA II

NIGERIA II

Nigeria is this you the mighty?
The diamond in sought by moon faced ladies
From world of tale where value values
Discovered and polished by civilized dignities.

Nigeria is this you crumbled by hatred?
Pure gold covered with dust by the miners
Curtain call is for Cain 
A land blessed than the biblical Eden

In the hands of greedy Rehoboam
Who swore to break your back with horsewhip
Children who delight in kill’ their mother on Birth stole.
Desperate ritualists who choose to Sacrif’e the oval.

When shall you rise in the hands of your enslavers?
Like Joseph of the coat of many colours.


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Children of the Sky

A day with no Sun, no Stars and no wind,
A lifetime of lifetimes is in the womb you grow.
You are the children of the sky with the seeds I sow.
You are enriched and fertile in the lands I tend.

A night with no Moon no day and no end,
A world of worlds of knowledge you all know.
You are the children of the sky and to the winds you shall blow.
In the seeds your sown is your mother and your best friend.

You are of the sky,
You are perfect today,
Boundless and high,
And you know the way.

Reach up and look to see,
The wind blowing inside of me!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2004


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Collections

I’ll add you to my safe keeps.
And put you with my collections.
I’ll sit back with my own reflections.
After, I’ve taken hundreds of peeps.
 
I’ll put you under my pillow where I sleep.
And then there will be no exceptions.
It’s where delusion versus deceptions.
You and I will never weep.
 
Until your heart is free to run,
I’ll be collecting ashes and dust.
I’ll never be done!
And I’ll never rust.
 
My collections of restorations appeal.
Piece by piece many of you will heal.
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


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That's That!

The Sun is on the horizon approaching this brand new day,
Ripples in the water and they shimmer incredibly bright,
A bird sings in the air and many more are on the same flight!
Rising high the Sun makes its rounds in a very special way.
 
Puffy white clouds are on the trail until they begin to stray.
Blue skies follow suite running off the darkened night.
Green grassy grounds are visions of a true God given sight.
Branches of trees wave at the Sun as if they want to play.
 
Rising with the Sun and busy as a bee,
Rise and shine!
It’s amazing just like me!
That’s that and it’s all in line!

That’s that!
And newer days we are all looking at!
 
 
© Copyright Ann Rich   2006


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Oil and Blood

A creative mix of oil and blood,
for it only matters whats under the hood.
And the smell of gas,
and the smell is good.

Eight pistons tunring,
the rich fuel burning.
The need to race,
the urge thats churning.

The stretch of open road,
to only go fast, I make an ode.
The acceleration that stops,
the blood that once flowed.

Driving is not a sin,
it just shows where I've been.


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Majestical Brilliance

Slowly I rise. I patiently await my royal cue.
I wait for my brother’s last radiant tangelo hue.

Darkness will have vanished. All will welcome the new day.
My beams of warmth will blanket my children at play.

From the grass in the meadow, to the lofty tops of the trees.
I comfort the deer’s’ in the forest. The birds. The bees.

My sister; the breeze gently cools all that’s in sight.
As for me, I sit firmly casting majestical brilliance of light.

Long and hard hours of labor, is how my day is spent.
I will have done my duty. I will leave in content.

Soon the birds will flock to the trees. All gone for the night.
My brilliance will have faded. There’ll only be my brother’s amber light.

Orchestra of crickets will announce my brother’s new start.
My time here, final. My majestical brilliance must depart.

I am needed elsewhere. Others need my brilliant light.
I must go. To one and all, I wish you peace. Goodnight.


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A Misfortune

In a special way, I search my every day.
I’m all cried out by justice I now scream.
I have much to say with my words I pray.
From reality to delusion, but yet a dream!
 
I tell you I am surely the crop of that cream.
Now I can stay or I can go on about my way.
You may reject me or accept me as supreme.
Every single day generates my hands at play.
 
Bottomed out or just plain downright silly,
I could care the least towards the very best.
Or, I can sit here and say OMG! Oh Really?
Maybe I should armor up in a cast-iron vest.
 
If only everyone already knew about their one golden frowned upon rule.
Perhaps a misfortune will shear a few jewels stopping the two timing dual.
 



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Sufficient

My Grace is sufficient.
Come in a time of need.
There is only one seed.
My Grace is omniscient.
 
My Grace is proficient.
If a soul dare to bleed,
My Grace takes heed.
My Grace is beneficent.
 
My Grace is sufficient for thee,
Come boldly unto this throne,
Seek me and ye shall find me.
All in my Grace ye have grown.
 
By Grace ye are saved through faith,
Clearly you must make no mistake.
 


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Kindred Spirit

Is your spirit ready to cross the great big Ocean?
And is your heart open to the wind and free to run? 
It’s where our nights and days are never done,
It’s where we sail and soar with a higher notion.

We are the magic’s most powerful potion.
Lying under the heat of the scorching Sun,
It’s where you and I lay together as one.
It’s where our spirit is in mighty motion.

Carried across the Mountains peak,
One by one it is our blissful state.
Many and more will rise to seek.
The Moon’s glow conquering their fate!

Shielded by my glorious kindred spirit,
You will all know my voice when you hear it.

® Registered: Ann Rich 2006


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Sonnet: The Secret of Success: Love

(English Sonnet)


You can’t really succeed without love
Love or its lack will make you weak or strong
Love is the key to success from God above
And its power is a victorious song!

With love we can overcome all kind of evil
God give us all a heart and soul to love
With an option to be kind forgive ill
And we can do it walking in His love.

Sometimes you may think that you can’t do this
But let me tell you in Jesus name you will
Cause walking in His Word/ Light is the key
Think hard, you decide! God’s way or your will.

Just keep in mind that God/Love never, ever fails!
Do everything with love, heart with joy will fill!



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008



December,9,2008


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Empty Shells

Walking along the beach, endless and endless miles of seashore with time to explore.
Empty shells are all that I can see so I pick them up and carry them away with me.
Quite a collection I find I have so I carry them for a safer place to be.
The Sun beating down on them with a glimmer of light that catches my eye.
More and more I find to carry with me a salvation hard to describe.
So much beauty and so many different shapes,
But they all lay in such a commonplace.
As I carry these empty shells away with me,
The weight begins to slow me down.
So I sort through them one by one.
Each carries a moment in need.
Each one in different places I have found.
And each with a memory that has only just begun!


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Everyone's Pain

O’ Wind, O’ Wind, you can read anyone’s mind.
You know everyone’s pain; you know everyone’s gain,
You write everyone’s luck, that seems your work main,
Who produce you for me why are you behind?
You travel everywhere that’s why my dreams have a kind,
Unseen, untouched places I wonder, terrified I touched thunder,
You laughed on my childish, when terrified me a time hunter,
You punished me a disease if my heart is cruel n’t kind.

Nobody can hide something, whatsoever a person is clever,
You chased always everyone and got a heartbeat message,
Nobody knows how old you are why do you live forever?
You can disclose any fact but nobody can disclose your age,
Always you have happily dance Noone sorrow can you cover.
You are a cleaner cleans dirt but nobody pays you wage.


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All over

All over the world I see harried faces
All over the world there's political races
All over the world there is trouble and tyranny
All over the worrld I see gruesome anarchy

To see some placitude I look over yonder
Where fair hearts roam and natures wonder
Alas how poignant life has varied
So mundane and joyless it carries

Adieu to titallating conversation and swell humour
Farewell to unhurried waltzes and superb natter
Sayonara to long leisurely strolls and gentle laughs
Goodbye to dawdling days and dreamy naughts

A race against time is what so often endure
Where idle times and soft chatter seems so obscure