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Set Me Free

Set me free Lord set me free,
Take this evil I lay with away.
Take this torture turn it astray.
Walk with me just let me be.

Look inside my heart to see,
Erase my mind as I do pray.
Renew my spirit all in a day.
Sign me up for a high decree.

Leave all this as dust in the wind,
Scatter past present and future,
I will not falter nor will I bend,
Send it all away with no suture.

Set me free Lord, take this madness and put it in its place.
I must warn you it wears a mask to cover up its ugly face.


(R) Registered:  2013  Ann Rich


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To Live in Heaven

The two kinds of sins are Original and Actual Sins
Original Sin is what we inherit our first parents, Mama Eve, Papa Adam
We are brought into the world with guilt on our soul
Original Sin was transmitted by natural generation to all his descendants
We are cleansed only through Baptism
The other kind is Actual sin
Actual sin is any willful thought, desire, word action or omission forbidden by the law of Eternal God
Chief sources of actual sin are Pride, Covetousness, Lust, Anger, Gluttony, Avarice, Sloth or Laziness
Actual sin or Daily Sin
We are cleansed only by the Sacrament of Reconciliation, Confession or Penance
We must first have the 3 initial sacraments
The 3 sacraments are Baptism, Confirmation, Holy Eucharist
Before the other 4 sacraments
To live in heaven with our Lord

5052014


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A Heavenly Poem

God never turns his back on you,
Even during your darkest hour,
When things may get the toughest in life,
Which make you question,
Whether He really exsist ot not,
But He has never left your side,
And He watches over you always,
During your good times and bad,
For you need to believe in Christ,
To see the light of the gates of heaven,
Which will brighten your everyday,
For you will feel his presence in your life,
Cause He is there to guide you,
All along your way...


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CIL MAOLCHEADAIR

    CIL MAOLCHEADAIR   (Kilmalkedar)
On such an Irish spring and drizzle morn,
she wandered through the graveyard, looking for
the Celtic dream from which her past was born,
and every sight brought her to wanting more;

she dreamt her roots from carvings on a stone
as if she understood each chip as real,
passed down to only her, and her alone,
from pagan worship she could almost feel;

and she could bundle them within her mind
to share with Pennsylvania kith and kin,
perhaps the magic, if still there to find,
would be an understanding where they've been;

and she will burn her candles every night,
hoping Kilmalkedar will make it right.
       ©  ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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What is Man

What is man, his flesh got without assent,
Or the broad brushstrokes of his star filled mind.
Neither will sit for another's judgement.
One is chance, the other of boundless kind.
Perhaps man is his actions, though so oft
They go wrong or are unintended acts.
And desires remain surfeit or un-soft
Propel rash deeds, dark thoughts and sordid pacts.
If action alone can not define man
For marred by accident; then is intent
The mark to judge.  But intent is more wan
Than acts, for can only be guessed at bent.
What is man, neither flesh nor mind, if not
Whom he loves and for whom his hate is hot.


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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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The Only One

Mercy 
of 
the 
earth's 
Creator 
to 
Mankind
Possessor 
and 
bringer 
of 
healthy 
body 
and 
sound 
mind
Guard 
of 
the 
guardless 
on 
the 
right 
path
Light 
to 
the 
lightless 
on 
the 
path 
of 
truth
Saviour 
of 
my 
soul 
from 
the 
torment 
of 
hell
A 
place 
full 
of 
horror 
no 
mouth 
can 
tell.
Guider 
of 
my 
soul 
towards 
Paradise
A 
place 
so 
full 
of 
honey, 
milk 
and 
rice.

Those 
who 
believe 
in 
you 
have 
you 
to 
cherish
Cos 
they 
know 
if 
not 
they 
wil 
have 
to 
perish.
I 
pray 
to 
mine 
and 
your 
Creator
To 
make 
me 
leave 
you 
not 
my 
saviour!

You 
don't 
have 
to 
travel 
a 
league 
or 
a 
legion
To 
know 
Islam 
is 
the 
best 
religion!


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Sofonisba Anguissola, Pieta





Gathered, to mourn in one deathless hour
Fragile, a test to faith's consummate power
Grief, which is stone cast, among five stricken faces
Softened by reverence, and mute, anguished traces

Weightless in her arms, but heavy for the eyes
Devotion anchors deep, painting tears that will not dry
Each pulse that pounds, each gasp one takes,   
will rise, then, with awe, as the brush strokes create......

Lost, the desperate world, which honed new beginnings
Shattered, by the cost, as their world had stop spinning
The few souls, who cradle, unable to speak 
would renew from a tomb, He would defy and retreat 
 
For those who altered history, Sofonisba paints with eye and ear
Will they stutter, will they falter, or still deny that He appeared?



  
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  Submitted for Cyndi's Contest:  A Painting....Sofonisba Anguissola, Pieta


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Unlived Things

In the repository of unlived things,
I find unquenched love,
A tarnished wedding ring,
An old baseball glove,
A half-sketched dream.

The sore sight fills my eye,
An oil-soaked cloth of faith,
Restraint against sin piled high,
A picture of Jesus laid to waste,
So much regret, I begin to cry.

Behold, I see a new start,
An infant’s wiggling toes,
A chest of breath and beating heart,
Courage clamors and fresh breath bellows. 


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Dear Jesus

Dear Jesus

Dear Jesus,
Turn my name into gold,
Jesus, the nails on your cross nail my enemies,
Your tear quenched my thirst,
My Jesus, the lamb on the cross,
You redeemed my soul
Jesus, your resurrection conquered my death,
I put my enemies into a burning fire,
By My Jesus name, all the bondages fell,
All the chains broken,
The wall of the dark world fell,
Here come a salvation,
And i succumb from slavery,
And washed by your blood,

I am reinstated and restored,
All that what the darkness had stolen from me are restored,
All that were broken are fixed,
I’m washed and covered by your blood and fire holly spirit,
I call your fire my Jesus, my enemies arrested and manifested,
In your father’s hiding i have sat my Jesus,
I have sat on the shadow of the all-mightier,
Jesus i need more fire,
Paint my name into gold, and change my tears into milk and honey
With my faith my name change all things into gold,
Jesus i love you,
Jesus thank you,
And dear Jesus, my Jesus
You are so faithful i have seen.


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The Line Between

O God, the pangs are crushing body, soul
And spirit—working deaths where sunlight fades— 
My arms are trunks of pain and taking toll, 
While tortures, stings, and sickness hauntly raids
To close the Gates of Hell to shut me in,
And heaven bows to greet while Hades seeks
To send The Reaper with his failing grin.
And illness ruins lives while havoc wreaks
The squalored throes of daily living on—
While body wastes away and breath remains
To sing your dirge while I still carry on…
Like trampling cattle trodding broken frame,
I live between the sunshine and the grave—
Like flowers cut and dying in the vase


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Someone Lives, Greater than Ourselves

 Some people say that God does not exist
Because they cannot see his face or hold
His hand. The denial of the atheists,
The Godless ones, should make our blood run cold.

We see the face of God in lightning storms
And recognize his touch in rainbows bright.
The mountains echo his majestic form;
His presence comforts us in darkest night.

We see his teaching in the flowers that grow
And know his truth in every spark of life.
In every laughing child his pleasure shows;
His promise is our strength in times of strife.

The only ones who would Himself refuse
Are those who will not live within his rules.


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A Paean to God

That the brilliance of your majestic ways
and fire that burns from your white-hot eyes
may give their light to space of infinite size 
and shine on all Earth's creatures' love and praise;
that the mercy you give to him that prays
for pious ways to keep his lips from lies,
for faith and grace to remain pure and wise
may give heaven renewed glory and raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they that were tempted by Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ removes the Serpent's deadly fangs!


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Imbalance

Imbalance
 
Was it worth it I say to you my Lord?
The agony and the despair in a group.
Right and wrong define a mega-loop.
Some are enthralled others are bored.
 
Some balanced to strike a right chord.
You give you take with one big whoop.
I see and I blend like a homemade soup.
I adjust and readjust daily with a sword.
 
Sometimes I just want to run away,
But where would I go, you’d follow.
I scream kick and shout just to stay.
But then you’ll get way too hollow.
 
So I am damned if I do and damned if I do not.
So I tip my hat to imbalance and cast you a lot.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008
 


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Kingdom Builders

July 31, 2013



Kingdom Builders

Holy Holy Holy I must say to all.
Long day hard day I am with you.
Hot day cold day it is for me too.
Days months or years you I call.

You have displayed my visual doll.
Multitudes of truth seeds you grew.
Spoken for as spoken words abrew.
I grant you the light in that dark hall.

Never say never!
Never look back!
I am yours forever!
I am with no lack.

I am always the hands of  filters,
Observing my Kingdom Builders.

(C) Copyright 2013  Ann Rich


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Golden Apples

 “A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.”  
 — Proverbs 25:11 KJV 

Break forth in song my dearest love—you have
been chosen for the grace of God to prove
—of what is right and what is wrong—a stave
well wondrous given to your heart—will move
the mountains in your way like garments rent, 
to breathe in hope—your eyes will see the truth
in faithful words of love—through heaven sent,
so rare—The Word of God will see us through;
flood waters and the flames may turn to dust.
Our sorrows deep will wander far away;
the songs of desert goats unheard—so must
we toil and worry through the lightened day?
He’ll never leave us nor forsake us—sends
a promise through The Cross which never ends.


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coward masquerades

      You are called faceless
      BECAUSE YOU ARE SHAMELESS
      YOUR MURDER AND MAIM
       SENT TO THE INNOCENTS
          
       GROWTH OF GERMS
       INDEED, YOUR INTERESTS
      TO GOD, YOU WEAR FEARLESS
       TO EARTH, YOU WEAR BOKO HARAM
    
       YOUR PENULTIMATE RETREAT
        INDEED, MEMORABLE HEART HEAT
        FORWARD YOUR RETREAT
        TO THE SPEARHEAD OR THE GIANTS
         OR, DIVULGE YOUR IMAGE
        NOT GENTLE BOKO HARAM
   


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Crying Out - 2

Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.


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14 Fires

14 Fires

Lord! Give me words, 7 fires
To tell the nation,
To wake the sleeping nation,
To heal the nation,
To save the nation,
To entertain the nation,
And give me guru colour, 7 fires
I know,
Alone I can’t make it,
I have no strength of words alone,
A words with taste,
To tell the nation,
Oh! Lord, give 14 fires, give me  words...


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The scent of water

Hard may be the paths that are given to us Harder still they may be, when we choose not their way Yet, to abide to them we shall, always without any fuss For we are after all lost, blind and we need to find our way! This way that we do seek, is it not known as the end The end word known as death, the end of life and love If death be the end, then pray we do have faith on a ready stand Of course, life, at the scent of water does evolve! Holy water, sprouting from the root of mystery Pray do come and lead us all Take us there where all is holy Where always we hear songs of the choral! Life does not end with death, life gets renewed In this world, or another, by the Holy One, it is always brewed!


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Fire in Jesus Name Fireeee

Fire in Jesus Name 

Like a fisherman
He stole our children,
Our partners
Our relatives and neighbours
He with big tail
With a head of  horns
He a deceiver
Who put shadows before their eyes.

Nobody is a witch
Witch is his
He the fallen angel
He the dragon
The serpent
The king of the darkness

He who drinks the human blood,
He who eat human flesh,
He who deceived Eve and Adam
He who fly in the darkness.
He who is active in dark or in hiding,
He who brought death and decay
He who burden with heavy yokes
He who tie with heavy chains,
He  who delays and blocks.

Thief of thieves  Lucifer you are,
In Jesus name you are arrested,
In Jesus name we are taking back all that which is ours, 
By the lamb on the cross we are free and forgiven,
By the resurrection of Jesus death is conquered,
By his grace we will live and live,
His grace of truth and forgiveness,
By his name we have power!
We will prosper!
We will be blessed,!
We will live longer and longer!
You take all your tools and leave our people now!
In Jesus name!
Lucifer you are under arrest!
Fire! In Jesus Name! Fire!


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Absolute Proof, Unvarnished Truth

(Italian Sonnet)

If men all spring from one, as now they claim
new studies prove beyond a skeptic’s doubt,
will those who scoff at God rise up and shout
to argue still with bated breath the same,
or hold their stance within a twisted frame?
Perhaps this news* the devil’s lies will rout
as truth itself slides home with heavy clout,
and fraud or pretense slink away in shame.

Which one of us would snicker up our sleeve,
but hope the world will reason well and long
and cynics ditch their purpose to deceive?
For if by one God has wrought the throng
and through his Son made effort to retrieve,
the premise now for man’s belief is strong.


*National Geographic reported DNA studies which
prove all men descended from one man about 60,000
years ago. Not reported in mainstream  media news.





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Formidable Odds

A most wondrous view lies before me,
And to my back; a perilous endeavor 
Nevertheless, let my journey commence and my mind be free 
From this very moment, will arise cunning most clever

Lo, I have but no other choice,
To take a most literal leap of faith o’er this cliff’s edge 
Lest, this fearsome fire may halt at the sound of my voice 
And swiftly retreat from my presence on this rocky ledge

Nay, despite my efforts, the fire draws near
Thus I act on my newly-conceived notion
And I fall for an eternity, met with a reality becoming clear; 
That perhaps my peradventure has been without merit

For on this day, God saved me from the fire’s taunting gleam
 Hence, the Lord patiently waits to fulfill His glorious scheme


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Brewed fear

In this poem you find me standing alone in the darkness of night. Standing in this same
place while the sun is up would have been of little or no consequence. Somehow darkness
triggers the element of fear in
Me. I become afraid and my imagination begins to play tricks on me.
When the bewitching hour of midnight arrives I begin to imagine that I see weird and
horrible specters made by the nights shadows cast by the wind swept branches of the trees
that encircle me. 
In frenzy and close to madness my mind begins to hallucinate. In a trancelike state my
mind thinks it sees three large ghosts. The ghosts are symbols of Mans three greatest
fears: The fear of poverty, The fear of getting old and the fear of dying. The most
destructive of the three (poverty) steps forward. And in a loud voice speaks. She states
that all my fears are two-fold. First, I fear the inevitability of old age and death and
the probability of poverty. That these fears are by my own hand because I cling to
ancestral fears that were and still are a mixture of ignorance and religious fantasies and
the cause of all my dread.

Standing in the silence of the night when
Heavenly sights disappear from my view
I found myself lonely and afraid. Then
As midnight approached the shadows turned to
Horrid, winged specters leaping about me.
I was mesmerized by their ghastliness.
Suddenly there appeared from their midst three
Giant ghosts standing before me possessed.
The largest of the three stepped forward. She
Began to speak in a thunderous voice.
"Your fear is two-fold: You fear what you see,
Us! At the same time your fears are by choice.
You cling to ancestral fears concocted 
In ignorance, steeped in religious dread."