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Details | Romanticism | |

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.


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I Closed My Eyes To See

I sit alone in the forest among the grass and moss one day
I hoped to grasp fulfillment  in my heart and alone pray
I shut my eyes to see my surrounding about me
I felt suddenly so cheerful and free
The sun beams leaped and danced upon my shoulder
They pressed against my warm skin much bolder
And as I listened to the sun shining
I seen in the midst of my darkness it gleaming
It told me of it's story through minds eye, I too see
Oh it made me feel so free
I continued to listen what the leaves then told me
Brushing upon one another so swiftly
It was a sound, oh my I listened delightfully
The leaves then burst in laughter, swish swish ha ha,
Chuckling ever so high as the wind did blow
It's extending branches twisted to and fro
Tickling one another of the full free winds frinzy
In the distance the church bells rang
Clang, Clang, Clang, 
I even hear the people inside as they sang
The flow of their voices rested gently on the evening wind
For through eternity in this place I wanted to spend
The sunlight no more upon me within it's driven range
The coolness of the evening jumped out at me
I sit a bit longer in my minds eye the scenery to see
Again as I gasped, I suddenly do feel so free
I listened to the distant buzzing of the bees
The coolness looked so vicious and so strong
I shut my eyes no longer, the darkness was all around
With my eyes I seen the sad, dark, gloomy mossy ground.
What fun I'd had today as I shut my eyes and watched the 
scenery with mostly my ears
Now a blind man of his in tuned senses, a Gift from God to him given 
and should never fear the darkness, or challenged by his fears.
For that day I spent in the darkness sensing all the landscape
Over and through my senses a lovely gift God did over me drape.

Details | Dizain | |

Rising Sun

Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence  
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.

Details | Narrative | |

22 Lines

22 Lines
By Nate Spears

I stand on top of the opinion of the mighty powers above 
Staring into the eyes of their dominion 
Keeping myself armed and fighting 
In mind
In the order of a new world
In the order of new eyes
My spirit is old
In the order of new times
My heart lacks no fear
My hands lacks no wrong
So I have no tears 
to let roll on

As The River Of Jordan splashes in red
My evil days shall past
Consistent with biblical teachings
I speak the truth consistent with loud speakers
Let freedom ring
While I’m running my fingers through the clouds 
I've discovered a savior to save us
Now drip my sun light onto the best
Now drip my sun light  onto the rest
Goodness shall fall from my fingers tips
Onto the pages 
of my ink.

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Details | Blank verse | |

Always With Me

When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair,
Does it mean God is all around me?

When the sun parts the clouds,
While the rays reach through the windows,
Does it mean God is watching over me?

When the sun pierces through the sky,
While the beams of light descend behind me,
Does it mean God is always with me?

When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair…
Yes, it does mean God has and will always be there.

When the sun shines through the clouds,
While the rest of the skies are grim and grey,
Yes, it does mean God is sending a light of hope for me.

When the sun shines in the sky,
While the rain is descending from the clouds,
Yes, it does mean God has made me a promise.

When the sun clears the skies,
While the rainbow above me appears and fades,
Yes, it does mean God is always behind me, showing me the way.

Details | Free verse | |

How The Sun Was Made

Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.

In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.

One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. 

The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.

As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.

Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.

He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.

As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.

As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth. 

When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.

Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.

After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.

The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.

He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.

The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.

Details | Acrostic | |

Under My Umbrella

U nder My Umbrella,
N eeding protection and relief.
D etermined in life to be made complete.
E verlasting Father,
R endering my life underneath, Your cover.

M y Umbrella,
Y our mercy granted through God's, Son.

U mbrella,
M ade to use for my own protection in sunshine or rain.
B eneath the shadow of my umbrella there remains,
R easons the umbrella is simply unique.
L ovely for a sunny day, made complete.
L ong days of rain or in the days of sun rays.
A dds to a day, Under My Umbrella...Under the shadow of His wings.  

Details | Rhyme | |


It's mid-summer again with its mild and moist morning,
Soon whisked away by the mid-day sizzling breeze.
The gorgeous wildflower drinks of the sun's offering,
While butterflies sip of the lily blossom's wine on the lees.

Mid-summer is a time when love beads of rain cool the air;
The gentle beat of its falling seem a song of beneficence.
Then using the rainbow with his incomparable epic flair,
The Great Poet punctuates this grand verse with elegance.

As the birds are resting from their morning serenade,
They now allow the cricket its course at center stage.
The songbirds are cooling their throats in the shade,
Letting the hot sun with its prickling heat fiercely rage.

As the summer sun begins to appear as sweet red lips,
Like a dessert of refreshing sugared berries before me.
The evening breeze cools and my brow no longer drips,
As my eyes grow heavy and I dream of the new day to be.  

Details | Ode | |

Love from afar

A glorious yellow sun

 hot enough to burn, to

 Scotch all life out of

 existence. Yet if this

 tremendous ball of gas

 is of further distance into

 the vast. Our beautiful blue

 planet would be like a giant

 marble, a ball of frozen glass.

 This magnificent feat of exactness

 is not by chance, look up take a

 glance. Its perfection, perfect love

 from above.

Details | Haiku | |

Spring Has Sprung

Spring has sprung again --
sunshine, flowers, waterfalls:
God’s gifts to mankind!

Details | ABC | |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day

Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith

Details | Light Poetry | |

How does that Lilly grow in this place?

In this valley were the sun did seem to shine all day and a lone coyote on a hilltop calls out 
for a mate. Were arid temperatures seemed to linger throughout the day and the skulls of 
the weakest of Mother Nature’s most defenseless litter this place and nature’s many 
scavengers’ feed off the last of their remains. With their forward set eyes which always seem 
to be in search of another easy meal to claim. As both the weak and the strong seek out 
shelter from the hot day’s sun, with shelter at a premium and each cool place to rest virtually 
non existence to those who sought out relief from the unforgiving rays of the hot sun beams 
burning down on their carcasses and brains. Some of them would even fight for those rare 
and few cool hiding spots, even if it meant to their death. This was Mother Nature’s attempted 
to bring balance and harmony to a place where only the strongest of God’s creations seem to 
thrive in this place. It was here that I found a single Lilly growing in this God forsaking place 
and it was then that I did realize? That our God had a purpose for us all in this world, even 
for that single Lilly that was growing there all alone in this place… It was Gods way of telling 
me that all things are possible even if we seem to be alone in this world. One was not a sign 
of the end, it’s really a sign that there is more to come and that is why the Lilly does grow 
there in the valley all alone in a place where there was once none.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Place In The Sun

A Place In The Sun God’s Sun of Earth, you've caught us in your gravity, Like tethered on a string, we’re pulled around your glow, Your light and energy support all living things— You are the center of our Galaxy, we know. Our Sun, God’s beacon shinning down on us each day Embraces us in warmth and knowledge that His gift Holds answer to the way our Galaxy exists With Sun, the center of all life, in space adrift. We look for you at break of dawn each brand new morn And feel the surge of hope you bring for our new start; Your brilliant rays above the clouds take breath away… We feel the reign of God behind your beating heart. At sunset in the soothing glow of earthly dusk, We feel the calmness that flows through our quiet soul… Our God of glory reigns within your dimming light To grant the peace of night and wake refreshed and whole. Oh Sun of Earth, you've caught us in your gravity, But hand of God created life for us through you… The miracles of life sustained by Sun’s great force Were planned and shaped by our Creator’s imaged view. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~5th Place~ Contest: A Place In The Sun Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle Judged: 02/02/2015

Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Details | Haiku | |


“Then the Angel of the LORD called to Abraham a second time out of heaven, and said: “By Myself I have sworn, says the LORD, because you have done this thing, and have not withheld your son, your only son—blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies. In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice.”’ 

— Genesis 22:15-18 NKJV

    Little grains of sand
Assembled along the shore
    —Meet sunlit water

Details | Rhyme | |


Mithraism “20 They exchanged their glorious God for an image of a bull, which eats grass. 21 They forgot the God who saved them, who had done great things in Egypt, 22 miracles in the land of Ham and awesome deeds by the Red Sea.” Psa 106:20-22 NIV At the foot of Mount Sinai In the presence of our Lord, God’s children worshiped the image of a bull— Ignored their God in one accord. The worship of Mithras who slayed the bull Is still with us today; Covered with a robe of Christianity; It’s pagan origin concealed, not on display. Mithraism is based on Astrology, Which has become favored by many. As if the times and season have an influence, When it is God who controls our journey. Most say Mithraism originated in Persia, And covered most of the Roman Empire. It was a religion of secrecy— Gave credence to its sun god umpire. Mithraism influenced so-called Christianity In a very subversive way. Many of its customs were adopted, Such as a priesthood and Christmas day. When Mithraism is closely studied, It’s not very hard to see, That the Romans obeyed their sun god— Their Emperor’s hand of power to agree. Constantine made the cross a symbol Worthy of power and display; Claiming it brought him victory In a strange, miraculous way. Although professed, he was not a Christian, But rather sought unity of his kingdom; Purely to maintain his power; Put a stop to all Christian martyrdom. Constantine was a Legionnaire, And their secret religion was Mithraism. As head of the military he influenced Christianity, With his secret religion of paganism. Mithras’ worship is still with us, But it has a Christian camoflague. It’s always been a religion of secrecy, So ask God's truth to be revealed at large. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue

Details | I do not know? | |


This has been one of the hardest years of my life,
Many losses took me to a lonely empty place.
Losses within my net family and my biological family.
Left me shaken, confused and feeling hollow.

It is late or very early THANKS GIVING morning,
I have been pondering what blessings I have.
It was not easy this year, so much  has changed.
Yet the Lord has blessed me with so much.

Our home is paid for, so we have a warm place to live.
A loving man in my life, three adult children, and a pet.
Many wonderful friends world wide to share with.
My greatest blessing is that I wake each new day.

No matter what the day brings, it is an adventure.
I know in my heart I never have to face it alone.
Life is a blessing the good and the hard times.
I Thank God for it all, and for leading me to the light.

I know that those gone before are still with me,
I feel their love and know they are waiting for me.
When my time comes to cross over we will be together.
So each day I awake and look with optimism of it's coming.

Each morning sun rise brings a sigh of awe,
Each evening sun set brings thanks to my heart.
I have lived life wild and free in youth,
Strong and steadfast as an adult, doing my best.

So this THANKS GIVING I thank God for his blessings,
For allowing me each day to share with those I love.
For letting me view the beauty of his creation.
For allowing me to write it and share my heart.

OCTOBER 11, 2010

Details | Ode | |

In this world

Beautiful day, sun full beam upon

 my face. A fresh brilliance as I Inhale,

 this world is truly indescribable. I

 certainly cannot comprehend the

 depths of the deepest oceans to the

 highest mountain peaks. I could ponder

 till the grave the vastness of the landscapes,

 every creature God has made. A world

 teeming with life every corner far and wide.

 I have let the barrier down. In this world

 God's love is beyond our understanding. Its

 unconditional and forever lasting

Details | Rhyme | |

Rain And Sun

 The rain fell down hard yesterday. 
 Did Your anger provoke that display? 
 Did I do something so terrible? 
 The weight of sin is much less bearable. 
 Does the pounding, relentless rain 
 fall upon the righteous the same? 
 The sun shines today so freely. 
 Are You quite pleased with me? 
 Or are these the same rays that touch the evil? 
 Is Your grace so great to conquer the devil? 
 You woo sinners with gifts small and great. 
 You love us to death, crucifying hate. 
 Rain or sun? 
 What have we done? 
 Not of our merit, 
 but by Your Son. 
 Rain and sun are both gifts. 
 It's just a matter of perception shifts. 
 Both are needed to survive. 
 Lo, and behold, when both collide! 
 Put them together, witness a promise. 
 The sun through the rain isn't hard to miss. 
 Look at the sky. Smile as it hits. 
 With childlike innocence, a rainbow sits!

 by Juliet Ligon
 Motif: spiritual

Details | Rhyme | |

The Heart of my Friend

The Heart of my Friend

The wings of the butterfly are painted so unique
With God painting them how am I to critique
So vivid and beautiful as they float on the air
Showing off their beauty but nothing to compare

The mountains out west are so majestic and tall
The colors are beautiful especially during the fall
When the sun rays hit them they show all their might
The colors so crimson when the sun goes down at night

The colors of the rainbow before and after the rain
Figuring out how God made it makes you wanna go insane
From the red to the purple I know God had a plan
He’s painted the world with a perfectionist hand

The heart of my friend is as beautiful as can be
Like the wings of the butterfly it shows her beauty
Like the mountains out west her colors so pretty at night
Like the beauty of the rainbow it’s reflected by the light

God’s touched my friends face with the tip of his brush
Her smile like a monet and her voice is so plush
You’ll understand one day if she ever lives in your heart
But I’m not sharing she’s more precious than art

There’s no other heart like my friends this is true
Her smile so amazing and her eyes so imbue
She’s one of Gods wonders and God sent her my way
I’m so blessed to have her in my heart every day

Details | Sonnet | |

A Gift

The bright shiny yellow ball radiating light
Fierce warrior of the morns sky
Up above the trees beams pierce through night
Magically turning it into day where birds can fly

Sun's magic sky king who heats the earth
Saves it from an icy death each warm day
Some worship you, call you God, dance with mirth
You're only one of God's creations that He let stay 

Thank you God for the sun though some days too hot
Without it all would be lost_icy death
Thank you God for all blessings_stars that sky dot
Nature that you made for us_ bequeath

Bright yellow sun magnificant beauty
But paled by Jesus, God's Son's, His crowning glory 

Details | Free verse | |

Gods Beauty

I thank your dearly god for all the days
 You've shown us beauty in so many ways
 The crimson sun against the smoky sky
 The speckles of villages from mountains high
 When everything is covered with a film of dust
 Painting your trees 'n shrubs with a film of rust
 September's trees in warm attire all flush
 As they cover their bareness in quite a rush
 The fires that creep over the hills at night
 A pretty red rope is all that's in sight
 So much awe in the wake of destruction
 As all your creatures struggle to function
 Under October's sun bearing down
 Upon the ground completely brown
 The rivers trickle to an absolute nil
 As all the land becomes deathly still
 Upon the flats as the heat's haze lingers there
 Survival a must we can hardly bear
 But the trees remind us it again soon will rain
 As in faith their green leaves refutably remain
 As the darkened clouds upon the horizon meet
 The hope in the air drifting past is sickly sweet
 The parched earth eagerly waits to greet
 The large drops of manna falling at its feet
 And we all breath a large sigh of relief
 As with the waters gift, gone is the grief
 Thank you god for all we go through
 When we can't really see what's true
 Time in its circle such a complex thing
 We know healing u always will bring
 So much beauty does abound
 That faith can always be found.

Details | Free verse | |

strangled destiny

Through the peep hole of  Egyptian darkness shackled by conquerors hypnotic scheme 
awaits the incarnate spirit of Ra.

Summoned to defend the skies of eternity and the land of death 
against the traitors to the throne of the sun god
peace in these savage times shall be your curse.
may your conscience be your pillow  
and your wretched hearts your lullaby 
you and your puppet slaves will never tame this mane. 

there is nothing your lassos can suppress 
your skin of deception your pillars of lies and halls of betrayal 
will fall to the hum of my dynastic roar 
I am the truth the originator of galactic time 
your presence was my flatulent secretion
your death will be my orgasmic sigh.

Women of gaze that by-stand my struggle
fan as you may your perfumed air
it is your heart my canines seek
 your tongue has collapsed my rump
and stolen my corner stone
may your blood from my mandible spell

written for  Isaiah Zerbst's contest, Ancient Egypt.

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A Place in the Sun

 A cosmos packed of wondrous miracles sowed

Precious creations on it leave us awed
Like the sun with its own place in the making
Are appertained to the almighty's molding
Cold if not for the light after dark
Emerge the sun shining high and stark

If it not represent the good in mankind
Never will the evil seem dark and blind

There is a place in the sun's domain
House the blessings of God within 
Emanating its radiance on creatures to calm

Solace it brings with a caress so warm
Unto all from the loving divine
Never once does he forsake his shrine.

© Nadiya (19 Jan '15)

Details | Rhyme | |

Hope and Happiness

The Lord provides hope and happiness day by day,
This is God's blessing and way.

To live in a society both complex and divine,
This society both human and refined.

Talents respected and enhanced,
A chance to celebrate life and dance.

There is always hope for tomorrow,
God provides us with intelligent companions, perhaps only to borrow.

They are there for awhile,
Visiting with us on our isle.

Tomorrow they may have gone their independent way,
Perhaps they only stayed  for a day.

Each day when the sun rises and the sun sets,
God's beauty is everywhere to appreciate yet.

To breathe the fresh air and to know God cares for us,
All relatives and friends each day and night, a friendship ever so bright.

Blessings so many and so kind and to return home to the Lord divine,
A God complex and refined, a good and loyal companion of mine.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

Details | Free verse | |

My Morning Revelation

I just got back from my morning walk
I had forgotten how exhilarating it is
To watch the sun rise
Up over the hills of Beirut.

The campus where I teach is simply breathtaking
Nestled cozily in the pine tree forests on top of a hill,
It offers a panoramic view of Beirut

Many years back this was not a good thing
As the army brought a tank up to the upper campus
To shell enemy positions in Beirut
And our campus got riddled with bombs
We spent our days in shelters
While our campus burst into flame

But this morning, I didn’t remember any of that
I walked on the lower campus and gazed out at Beirut
I walked like a eyes looking up
Saying a shy good morning to the clouds
And a warm good morning to the One beyond

While I did my sit-ups on one of the benches
I looked up into the jacaranda tree
Its branches were naked, but I knew, I knew that in spring
It would be regal in purple finery
That would enchant all those who walked
Under the train of its beauty
Later it would rain purple petals down on all
But purple kisses for me, for I’m in love with this hue

As a reward, as always… I drove up to the upper campus
While listening to music, my second passion
As my car made the turns
I tried to keep my eyes on the road
And not fixed on the hills where the sun was getting ready
To make his glory known
Nor down on Beirut that was just waking up from slumber

I passed places that my heart cherished
Where my husband first asked me to be his
Where we parked the car and looked at
The dazzling lights of Beirut at night
Our hearts ablaze with the burning passion of youth
The place where he wanted to claim possession of me
But held back…honoring custom and tradition 

I drove down slowly
I drove down reluctantly
I wanted to relive everything
To find the joy of being alive, once more
I had forgotten how beautiful the mornings are
I had forgotten who I am in the great scheme of things
But HE reminded me…
As the sun pushed through the clouds and shone in brilliance
The verse came to my mind…
“And the Son of Righteousness will rise with healing in His wings.”
Arise in my heart, for I need your healing!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Chariot Waits The Flame To Douse

with the tilt of the head,
and a heart so heavy...
he sits on the floor of his home,
thinking every moment about his capital levy...

for there are days,
with nothing to pass the time,
the god himself is staying so long,
and the dryness has dried the pond's slime...

the particles of the dust ready to enter the skin,
with the skin showcasing designer patches,
they never bothered playing in the dust,
roaming around with the deep itchy scratches...

there's no fire,
not a dime for the mere matchstick,
the dampness is breaking the strength,
And so is breaking the house's every brick…

still, they live, they live like mopes,
carrying a soul, with the least of their hopes,
for they believe, a chariot might come to take everyone in their house,
until then they will wait, and they will not let their flames douse…

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One More Thanksgiving

The Snow Camelia hedge row is in full bloom. Lovely white as newly fallen snow against waxy dark emerald green.  The sun broke the horizon in a pastel pink but very swiftly turned to a clear horizon.  The area where the sun ball rises is a golden glow. Thank you God for a chance to live another day and another Thanksgiving.  Now surrounded by sounds_crows, roosters, and a bird sound that is just chir-rup really mimics a cricket but not.  The cold is penetrating saying go inside escape the cold go to a warm place. Once again God thanks for a warm place to go and its comfort.  The ambrosia needs to be made, getting breakfast, and four people need to get ready. The sun is touching the top of the trees and duty calls come..

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Ra the Sun God

Ra the Sun God Ra Ta came to Egypt with old Thoth, 10, 000 years before the Jesus cross, The great flood had been and gone, Thoth, Mercury and Hermes were one. Built the Great pyramid, they did, Hermes the architect, stones were bid. Perfect square of line were they, Levitation, rocks, did float the way. Later Ra Ta was worshipped, as the sun god Ra, things he bid, marvels did, still are there, today. Kunkel says the Pyramid is a pump, lighted candle, Under a glass, vacuum sucks up the water, Pyramid has some secret class. Anubis, Jackal God of death, Gate keeper, soul to caress, Would guide your free spirit, To Osiris, if you were pure evil fate, Ammit endure. Don Johnson 28-july-11 tracie edwards Contest Name Write like an Egyptian
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From out of the wood I happily come

The sun greets me with warm embrace
And livens this soul oh once held numb

Sweet gladness explodes upon my face

Yes, I remember the day I first entered in

I was just hurriedly following the crowd
Didn't think to ask why, where, or when

I got caught up in the parade of the loud

Now I understand why the path less taken

Is the only way, the truth, the life for me 
In the dark wood the pure Light gets taken

It's the path out of that wood that sets free

Contest: Craig's Goethe Stanza
Date: 7-3-14

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Sunrise Sunset

Sunrise Sunset

The gods look upon the Earth
They saw the people they created
They saw the colors they created
The greens, blues and reds
They watched as the sun crossed the sky
They watched as the colors faded into the night
One god was inspired by what he saw
He took a brush and followed the sun
He painted the sky behind the sun
Turning it into a fire that lit the world
Then he looked at the morning
How the light melted the night away
He again took his brush
Caught the fire of the night before
Brushed it across the sky before the sun rose
The fire lit the land as it was never lit before
The god smiled at his work
Man would be blessed when he look toward the sky
They would know that there was beauty in their lives
And they would be happy

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My Shadow

Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.

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Dawn is Its Own Answer

We receive light 
from a powerful star 
which enables us to survive 
Our finite time here 
is really something of a miracle
Scientists will analyze it 
but true appreciation of this wonder 
belongs to the poets
Our time is brief 
we must do what we can within its confines
Eyes light up on warm, sunny days
Our hearts send out our thanks 
To whomever is responsible for this magic
It is a gift, I believe 
from the Master of Forever

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God is Kind

GOd is kind 
That my friend- 
Is what I find 
Everyday, everywhere 
Through your eyes 
His goodness I see 
When you smile 
I see his loving kindness 
As he reaches out 
To touch our hearts. 

God is kind 
That my friend- 
Is what I find 
When the sun rises at dawn 
His love we are shown 
At dusk with grace 
The pretty moon surface 
To edge out the sleeping sun 
Such beauty, such wonder 
Our God, our father 
Bestows on us his children 

God is kind 
That my friend- 
Is what I find 
This I ponder 
Every night by my bed 
As I say my prayers 
One thing remains certain, 
Constant, Sure and unwavering- 
His mercies endures forever. 

God is kind 
That my friend- 
Is what I find.

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Horse Racing 4

I laughed
I was laughing like the sun through the clouds
but he did not care at all
that someone like me could write every day
about love,
about you
and we were so close
then I left.
Look at my hands I said
My goodness
you just do not see?

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The Day Is Good For Sins

Mentioning the way it should be i have the way it is, obsessions are made for humility and
lunatics, the way it is, is the way it seems, a sky mentioned from afar the land, i know
how it sounds, dark, twisted, blood drenched, a nightmare with torn covering the exit, the
only one? Like a bull in a red room, smashing the walls with brute force, thinking is some
one attacking him but himself becoming his own murderer, dark secrets, inspired to be told
by humankind, so humankind sins over day, when the dawn breaks golden and the sky sees
darkness, for the time the devil pointed up his home and the world saw it dead is the
moment the gold of the sun eats over the yellow lands, i love the way we sin, say sorry
and im sure to say sorry again, because you will forgive me, right? 

What happens at dusk? When my system is in the manipulation of my psychological sense, i
see blood like wine, i see flesh like pork meat, but all i smell is rotten doves, but im
bending down in church praying to god set me free from my sins, but that pill i love the
way it makes me numb, si then darkness consumes my soul to pieces, step by step i see it
fade, my life is at the edge, yours too, brother, sister, everyone is a sinner, mother,
father, friend, all of you, strangers, god must have sin for him to know how bad it is for
us all, a restless escape out the sun, bury me alive, don't the sun down for them to guide
me to temptation, eat me alive, but don't let me live ti'll dusk, Bury us all, alive, help
me, help them, help us all, misguided lunacy made a beast, Mr. Crowly was right after all,
help me see the dead future, please, i don't want to kill no one, but my tongue wants the

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Soft Glowing Embers

The birds are rejoicing this morning...Each species is trying to out sing the other..The 
sunrise calls me to enjoy its glow of kaleidoscope of color dancing off the whispy 
charcoal clouds..The quiet__freedom from manmade sound is just temporary for cars and 
trucks constantly interrupt the peace but the birds don't slow down one bit...They are just 
praising God for the glorious day that he has honored them to live.. The mist or fog in the 
first valley is not as dense this morning as if it is has dried out somewhat but rain is 
suppose to come back in so we will be having more fog and mist..Thanks God for the 
moisture and the cool of the day for the heat of summer will be here and along with it 
uncomfortable weather...The color of the sky has changed again ..It seems that the sun 
is trying to warm the sand colored clouds with a soft glowing fire that is just barely 
burning.. The embers are soft red hot on the horizon. . The roosters are trying their best 
to bring the sun on up....The other birds have quieted somewhat..It seems that they have 
had their time of worship and have gathered food to carry home to the young...Now the 
embers on the horizon have renewed and a bright glow comes form the sun fire that 
warms the earth....Thank you Lord for the time on the porch to renew and refresh my inner 

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A moody sky and sunshine grace

A moody sky above

is someone in a huff?

Now a smiling spell of

sunshine puts warmth

upon our face. We are

blessed with Gods good

grace. It's only a few

moments, before the rain

once more shall  saturate.

As we gaze above fresh

water sprays our face. It's

actually refreshing, truly


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Life's Seasons

 Swirling leaves, the earth grows still awaiting its time of sleep. The skies turn grey. The time grows short. The birds take to the sky on retreat.
The snow falls from the heavens above. The wind becomes blustery and cold. The sun shines on the blankets of snow reflecting hues to gold.
The rain comes down and torrents. Little petals of green appear. The earth bursts forth in color
 a time that spring is near.
The sun shines gloriously above the earth. The grass is full and green. The fields are full of flowers as far as the eye can see.
Each season is a creation of a part of a continuous link. A time of birth and renewal, a time of reprieve and sleep.
God has given us this earth as a special gift. It is a promise from him above. That our lives should never become mundane and in God we should trust and love.
Make each day that you live a memorable one. Leave your signature behind. Reach out and touch the heart of a loved one. Visit a friend in need. Take the time.
For when you enter in to the heavenly gates and your time on earth is done. When your seasons have now passed away God will say enter my little one.
For when your life is over what will you have left behind? The memories of your patience and love passed on eternally throughout all mankind.
by Kim Paquin

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I see hues! everlasting beauty
Casting shadows in the beauteous sky
Bewildered , I proclaim wondering why?
Why does the sunrise in my eye?
Dawning on to me - breathtaking
A new born day - I speak, I say
Spoken words as I do wake
i express - I communicate
Building dreams throughout the day
I experience breath! the birds chirp
They sing! Love I view is in the air
And yes indeed - I show I care
Passing each step, each path I walk
Encouraging positive thoughts
I'm inspired - i worship God
I thank each moment of my life
That when I wake with the sun
I see the hues prominent
I again proclaim! I spread the word
Of God's creations, the wonders
I ponder, I appreciate, I'm gifted
Thus this my spirits are truly lifted.

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The Solar Windmill

God teaches us humility through our humanity
He offers us salvation to chose, to know
The valley of the shadow of death doesn’t need a torch,
He's the way, the truth and the 'light'
Life experiences teach us philosophy 
The road less travelled offers true enlightenment 

There’s no greater symbolism of life than a sunrise
It is reminiscent of the book of Genesis, “Let there be light”
It is the slow opening of a beautiful eyesight from prolonged darkness
Of a proud father smiling at his children and their loving mother
His heartbeat is seeing the happiness they hold in their faces 

Nothing compares to feeling of the warmth of the sun's rays on your skin
There’s a hidden power descending, working from within like an answered prayer
That gives you, the earth pure energy, simultaneously like a water sprinkler
Tapping into the universe, harnessing the ultimate force 
Love is the garden at the centre of the cosmos, the source, the roots

The silent wind blows through multidirectional space
No gale wind can rival the ferocity of even the slightest whiff
Entire worlds tumble at its dragon breath
Pumping sunlight that gives rise to water and heat
The silent wind rises through a vacuum like a swinging sickle

A gust of sunshine riding a particle on a mission of love
To care for more than just what it was meant for like a golden fan
There’s a uniqueness about our blue-water like sphere
A significance that allowed this orbit to have an existing planet 
A purpose we must fulfil as the silent wind allows us to plough in these cornfields

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Blue Bird

Blue Bird

All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.

I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape. 

My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.

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an awakening call

This poem is dedicated to 
A young lady, 23 years old raped by gang in Delhi in India and died on the 13th day of her victimization. She sacrificed her life for change.

over the centuries degrading and humiliation is women's fate.
methodology of mentality brutalized to hide evidence at any rate.
time was running same, sun rises in the west and sets in the east,
torturing mankind, killing innocents, and raping poor as serving beast.

what was a day? 
A rising sun fired anger, clouds thrown thorns, air pinched nails in hearts,
why is pain victimized me; ghosts are playing blindness and deafness of darts?
what rules; prominent justified a stylish woman inspired sex,to rape her wildly,
To open a show publicly, not to touch her;seeking justification of duties cowardly.

who can live in history?
but people still live as a woman statue is as a symbol of worship as God.
spirituality sounds inhuman methods to destroy intestine to rape with an iron rod.
no dog has bark or a beetle twinkled when a bleeded statue of God has thrown,
but a stone heart bouncing box pushed her on bed of a white crown.

who will mind her?
air stops to blow, death flooded strength and butterflies cried against shadows to glow,
but green-hoppers pulled up the barriers to secure white collar cows they run slow.
everyone listened roar of a lion; complains who disturbed his sleep,
moon is still there, stars disappeared why roaming in a field a sheep.

what do i need to do?
Birds are treeting in the jungle; fire is silent to burn a petal,
if wolves attacked on a lamb then why do they whisper against a beetle?
no need to change a statue of traditions that are serving justice from roots,
Discipline is not obeying an order no need to grow new shoots.

what is possible to do?
let them to cry for few days the tiredness will hide them under stones,
no need to change system for justice that will survive for Indian cripple bones.
lord Rama examined her wife and asked to justify her purity on a burning pile,
a woman has provocational nature we condemn her living a naked style.

what do we need to learn?
prevail a woman has cultural values; a man is worshiping God not for tradition's crash,
women is as shoe for a man; her wisdom is in ankles religion lightening golden flash.
but a victimized girl cried,' don't waste my sacrifice' save innocents to change a cruel dash.
never forgive them, punished them they are criminal and running a system for harsh.

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God's, Good Morning

God's, "Good Morning!" 

can be seen,

in His wake up 

sunrise beams.

He sends His smiles 

to us each day, 

with His flashing 

silver rays.

And in the evening, 

the sky He lights,

with His stars all blinking, 

Good night!

Good night!

Good night!

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My Wall

I sit in my room alone and I cry.

In my heart I find the urge to die.


The earth so cold I want to fly.

In my heart I find the urge to die.


So many times I’m forced to say goodbye,

And in my heart I find the urge to die.


If you look too close you’ll find sadness in my eyes,

Cause in my heart I find the urge to die.


I’ve searched so long and I can’t find that special guy,

So in my heart I find the urge to die.


I have hope I have dreams, I want to touch the sky,

But in my heart but I find the urge to die.


To be good and wholesome, God knows I try,

Still in my heart I find the urge to die.



From sun up to sun down I fight this massive craving,

But the voice in head refuses to stop raving.

I rise up, I stand tall, I lean against it all,

Things will get better as long as God is my wall.


-Mysty Rayn


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His Impeccable Light

How over powering are the sun beams making up the illumines  configuration of the blinds
that try so hard to withstand them. I experience the presence of their warm inviting bliss
every moment the mountains release their vibrant prisoner. But why is it that we so try to
push  back the sun with draw string and axel? Are we guilty with dark in fear that the sun
would over shout our sins and judge us till our faces burn with rosy red its anger of our
	How God he tries every morning, every benevolent wake of morning to illuminate us with
the warmth of his impeccable light. And oh how sad how dreary we pull back the blinds
grossly jubilant with the dark that stretches like blankets to fit our broken homes. Oh
must He be judged the way we fear that He would judge us? How deviated, misguided are we. 
	So let me ask, what were to happen if we were to burst open the blinds - rip them tear
them tangle them into a mangled mess?
What if we opened the rusted pane, kept bold for the presence of God?
How warm would our homes be, how inviting would our lives be for God, how anxious we would
be for morning's wake.
	So how, I find my self asking, can I begin to rip away the shield that kept me hidden for
so long?
	How can one remove the nails that kept into the wall?
How can one trust to be caught if they're too scared to fall? Its no secret, no puzzled test.
Put your doubt to rest. No need for flesh hands to worry about the pain. God will help you
rip the blinds from the window pane. That's his promise in the blood that the nails
themselves pierced to wood. And where are those nails now? Lost within the sands of this
earth, along with the blinds and the darkness and the sin we stained our hearts in.
	Love is all in. So lets do the same for God.

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I see it! Vivid of my imagination
Hence - I believe my senses are aware
I live - I breathe as if to care
I daydream at the radiant skies
I see a clear blue sky of beauty
Hues- they are prominent orange
The sunlight on my face
The pinks too , they leave  a trace
The water with its gleaming reflection
Wow! I am in awe ! I cast a shadow
I walk the beach - I see footprints in the sand
I pick a beautiful velvety flower
Petals so pretty - delicate and pure
I am oblivious ! Don't patronize me!
I woke up this morning to the sunrise
Tears in my eyes - I cry out
Thus I imagine my new born day
I cast the shadows with God by my side
Feelings of love so deep too inside
Today I am doomed in reality
That God with the heavenly skies still I see
Is truly walking paths with me
But yet I see still that in my mind
That my face gleaming, beaming with sunlight
Shed those tears - I see the light
The tunnel within , I see no God with you, this I find
I still cry tears - Do I look the other way?
Bewildered? What do you think?
Try the passion with God's creations
Hypnotized by his love is all I can say
Walking hand in hand , day by glorious day
I woke to the sunlight, thus this is today.... 

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mother earth

> chorus) rainbows are a sign of god and mother earth they smile down
> upon us. Oh smile upon this great day the day in which the sun is
> shining and a rainbow is shown in the sky.
> (verse) Golden light shine down on me. Let the lion roar and the
> eagle sing, Golden light look upon this day and rejoice in the name
> of the lord!
> (chorus) rainbows are a sign of god and mother earth they smile down
> upon us. Oh smile upon this great day the day in which the sun is
> shining and a rainbow is shown in the sky.
> (verse) Mother earth I gaze upon your beauty I look to the tree's and
> see you within them. Golden light sing of the virtues and be free!
> (chorus) rainbows are a sign of god and mother earth they smile down
> upon us. Oh smile upon this great day the day in which the sun is
> shining and a rainbow is shown in the sky.
> (Verse) Oh rainbow the colors of the world shine down upon us! Let
there be a day where we can rejoice within our souls. And that you
rejoice within the world sing from the mountain tops all the way to
the valley's.
(chorus) rainbows are a sign of god and mother earth they smile down
upon us. Oh smile upon this great day the day in which the sun is
shining and a rainbow is shown in the sky.

copyrighted by penny lapsley 2008

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In a wonderful breath
of fresh air. For the
time being I have not
a care in the world. As
I breath in the scent of
mother nature, I feel
the bliss sent from our

In a mesmerising glance
of this earth. A breath
taking view of mother nature,
I feel the bliss sent from our

In a glorious embrace
from our sun. I feel the
warmth upon my face.
Heaven sent from our
maker, I feel the bliss
sent from our creator

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The Master of All

The Master of All
Looked down on his world,
Looked down on his world and cried.

“How could I have created
(Was it He who had made it?)
Such a sad world?”
He said with a sigh.

So He decided, to make a storm,
A storm so wild and free,
“To wipe them all out!”
He said with a shout,
So the other creatures,
Are in harmony.

So He went to the Ocean,
With new devotion,
To ask him to make a cloud.
But the Ocean just laughed,
Rather quite Baffled,
And roared in a voice rather loud.

“I can’t just achieve,
For that’s not how it be,
It’s Sun’s job to do that.
I merely collect it,
So that it’s not hectic,
How could you, not know this fact?”

Well the Master of All,
He looked quite appalled to be spoken to in this way,
So he dried up the Ocean
(And with new devotion)
Sauntered along on His way.

He went to the Sun,
(Not to be outdone)
To ask him to conjure a cloud.
And though he tried, he did try,
He could not comply,
because the ocean below was all dry.

He said”HA! I cannot,
and it is your fault, 
you dried up the water below.
I need some water to make a storm
Ask the cloud there to perform!”
The Master of all, 
he looked quite appalled,
to be spoken to in this way.
So he put out the sun,
(Not to be outdone),
and sauntered along on his way.

So he went to the cloud
(He wouldn’t be cowed)
To tell him to make a storm.
But he couldn’t do it,
But smiling through it 
He said (with a breeze rather warm):

“I can’t,” he said simply.

Well, the Master of All, 
He looked quite appalled, 
To be spoken to in this way.
So he blew out the cloud,
(Not to be cowed) 
And sauntered along on his way.

When he was done, 
He realized, with a gleam,
He’d destroyed every being who could 
Realize his dream.

Now he would never,
Have his rain,
Never his floods,
Never his pain.
Not his lightning, not his thunder, nor his death,
Not his grand display of omnipotence.
Tsunamis, hurricanes,
Typhoons, blizzards,
Earthquakes, tornadoes,
Plaques, and giant meteors.

And he sat on his throne, and angrily steamed.
At the loss of his magnificent dream.

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What Songs

What songs shall find new life within me
When the darkness softly embraces the sky 
As the sun runs it course into the ocean
While like a master painter he fills my eyes
With the beauty of another very lovely sunset
Whose spiritual rhythms softly soothe my soul
While massaging my heart with his tender caress
Leaving on its walls many sweet memories of gold

He brings my heart within to dance vibrantly   
Full of his love's most radiant lasting kiss
Joyfully reminding me when tomorrow comes
I will be filled again with its loveliness

Which he spent the night away from me preparing
The most breathtaking scene one can ever find
So when I open my eyes to greet the new dawning
I will be embraced lovingly by a treasure divine.

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lighting candles

Something’s not right, you look different this time
All they colors washed away 
Replaced with pale grays
You tell me its time you gave up but I cant let you
If I have to fight this myself I’ll I will just to get you through.

So smile, you have no idea how much it effects me
Don’t cry; please don’t cry I want to be strong for you
But seeing you like this takes me down too
You’re dying to move on but you can’t move til you let this go
How it must feel I may never know
But just take my hand
Help me understand
I don’t know what I can do
But I know I can’t just leave you.

I promise you’ll be ok 
This feelings only temporary the sun will one day rise
Color bursting at the seams and painting the bleak skies
I swear to you that I’ll stick around
I swear to you I won’t let the sun go down
I’ll keep the candle burning
Just to scare away the shadows
They won’t get you not tonight
Not tonight
I’ll never let go
Well get through this together
I’ll hold you tight
You’ll be alright
I’ll hold you tight
We’ll win this fight.

Look me in the eyes
Tell me that you’re alright
I’ll fight this fight
No need to worry we can make it through the night
You should know that smile brightens my day 
But one tear rains on my world
Every day my heart breaks for you
I care too much I know I do
And I pray to God you hear me say
That I pray to God that you’re ok.

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how i felt before my mom got well

I have not seen my mother in a while.
I have these dreams where she comes back.
when she comes back it feels as if I'm in a fairy tale.
It's like there can be no wrong.
It's as if God made us perfect.
All I lost I found.
The sun rose over the empty sky and made where there was a forever lasting 
cold night a warm bright day.
An emotional nuclear bomb wiped out all hate. Breaking down the barriers of 
insecurity to bring out the harbored bitterness stored deep inside releasing all 
feelings, and there was nothing but understanding and love left.
All this happened the day she came back.
Then i woke from my dream to my nightmare, and I realized what i felt was like a 
fairy tale was just that a tale. 
When I woke: I could find no right, but wrong was all around.
When I woke: I was no longer in Gods world of perfection, yet I found myself in 
the devils world of corruption.
When I woke: There was no sun to bring day just cold darkness in the sky of the 
everlasting night.
When I woke: There were many unspoken words, bottled up feelings, and 
bitterness stored deep in the middle of my soul.
Even when I was awake she came back, but she didn’t stay and every time i 
waited for her when she left.
When she did come back i pleaded with her to take care of my brother and sister. 
I let her know we needed her guidance, wisdom, love, and compassion.
I weep every time she leaves, but it seems she shows no sympathy toward these 
needs or me because she yet keeps leaving.
I get angry so angry I feel my mother is some what of a black widow, but the 
sorrow she caused me and my sister and brother. I would sometimes call her 
Queen of Black Widows.
She earns this title by loving and caring for you where you can’t live without her. 
When I sleep i have dreams about her. Then she leaves and you can’t stop 
thinking about her. It overwhelms me so much I can’t breathe without her. It feels 
as if you die inside slowly leaving nothing but sorrow so all I can do is cry. 
I would go on but there’s nothing else to tell , so i wait till she comes back if she 
has not died i hope she took my advice and gave her life to god so she wont go 
to hell.
This is how I felt before my mom got well.

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Sun Rising

Can I wear your love like heaven
still, after the long hours
when we said God was watching?

The same hearts beat.
The same sun is rising.

Can I wear your love like heaven
still, in the long hours after
we said God was watching?

The same sun is rising.
The same sun is rising.

Details | I do not know? | |

My Soul Rejoices In The Lord Everyday

(Swap Quatrain) 

My heart everyday, in the Lord rejoices too 
Because without Him, I wouldn't last a day 
God wants all the time, to walk with me 
In the Lord rejoices too, my heart everyday 

Every morning when the sun glows, I open my eyes 
And send all my praises to God above high 
The Lord wipes all my tears away, yes, I know 
I open my eyes, every morning when the sun glows 

It doesn't matter to God and that's so, what in the past I've done 
Jesus forgives me when I repent and then my sins are just gone 
God is my loving Dad, and yes that in my heart I already know 
What in the past I've done, it doesn't matter to God and that's so! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


Details | Rhyme | |

He Shall Be First

We should put God in our life first, 
That's what He expect us to do the Bible says, 
From the birth of morn, till the setting sun again, 
We should worship Him and serve Him right each day 

When I awake and see the sun in the distance start to rise, 
I thank Him with all my heart,His wonderful creation never,ever ceases, 
God has made everything around you, that your eyes can and can not see, 
He created the Earth and man, and that means of course, you and me, 

So I've chosen to put God in my own life always first,no matter what, 
That was one of the wisest decision, a long time ago back there I've made, 
The Holy Bible tell us that God should always come first in everything, 
When we do this,He'll guide us all the way through,that's the promise He's made, 

God is in complete control of everything,included your own life,don't you see my friend, 
God can do anything He wants anywhere, and His Kingdom has no beginning, nor end! 

Praise the Lord! Amen 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000