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Bliss State

When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
for fickle fate oft omits the finer things,
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

Love, ah love, it is beauty without guile
and when gifted so your hearts will take to wings.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile...

There is no emotion more versatile 
bringing happiness to squires and King's
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

See the faultless features which beguile
and join your woven fingers with a ring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..

You found a pairing more than mercantile
to such joy may your two hearts ever cling
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

To Bride and Groom a toast to love nubile
and all the bliss that loving lips can bring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.


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UNTIL TOMORROW, FEEL SAFE IN MY WARM EMBRACE

Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace;
don't feel the rage of those frightening storms...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease;
and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days...
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace.


We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance;
they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace;
God has blessed us and given us true happiness...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace,
let that thought quickly vanish into darkness;
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


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Share the Wealth Bestowed Upon You

Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do,	
For the sick and down are crying out for us to do our part,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true. 

Dying children wishing, trusting you’ll come through, 
To depart the angels of suffering from the afflicted heart,
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do. 

Loving St. Jude of those in need rests his faith upon you,
For giving of what you treasure most is truly a work of art, 
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true.

Restoring smiles to those once shamed, grant children start anew,
For bringing joy to those who grieve from others sets you apart,
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do.

Abundant are those with plentiful hopes, their needs are but a few,
So give of what’s been given you, afford others make a new start,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true

Of earthly treasures a miser not be for in death it goes not with you,
Give to the needy your treasured gifts before death they do depart.
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true


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Eternal Love

God loves us without end;
His grace continues forever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Not only to befriend,
To protect us is His endeavor.
God loves us without end.

No matter where me He sends,
My attachment to Him will not sever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Our greatest evils off he will fend.
Whether we are foolish or clever,
God loves us without end.

Our life is his to lend,
His way offers life without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.

All of us he will mend.
We will be His forever.
God loves us without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.


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So Brief the Time

The lilacs have come and gone, so brief was their time,
fragile flowers like some, who seldom linger long,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Full heart-shaped clusters pump perfume so sublime
a gift from heaven, mother nature can't prolong,
the lilac has come and gone, so brief was their time.

Harvest home to birthing butterflies in sunny climes
brought low by the battering rain of May’s swan song,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Unmated, virginal, a merry gift, most sacred in its prime	
a rust red blight upon the cloth, a crown of thorns once gone,	      	
the lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time.

Let shoots reform and hollowed make a flute to pass time		
to cheer our mother merry and sooth the wearied throng,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime

Like they, we spring forth, summer, fall and wintertime	
may our seed justly arise in the beauty of heart song,		
The lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime







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Righteous and Just

Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
The lord does chastise me so I see Him
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice
Each and every hour this debt I owe
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Turn their backs they have people that I know
Failing in belief cause my will I give thee
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

A different path to walk to you I go
My destination is known you I fear
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Your punishment severe pain I endure
Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

No longer without sight you freed my mind
The sanctuary I seek found in you
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
Placed me in poverty pray I do right


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Advice for Falling Angels

As angels descending, bring from above, 
Heavenly Father’s reminders so grand,
Praised echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Ere in a tight spot; if sin comes to shove,
Listen to father; obey God’s command.
As angels descending, bring from above.

His beautiful message that fights Satan’s glove,
Faith to continue and strength to withstand,
Praised echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Heralding wisdom from hopes sweetest dove.
A branch of the olive clinched in faith’s hand.
As angels descending, bring from above.

Love everlasting, which Jesus taught of.
Righteous salvation, which for us was planned,
Praised echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Enticement seems sweet, like deadly foxglove.
Succumbing brings darkness into a bright land.
As angels descending, bring from above,
Prized echoes of mercy, whispers of love-

By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 16, 2012

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ~ Fallen Angel ~ 	 
Sponsored by: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver

NOTE:  Includes this Fanny J. Crosby quote within the villanelle form,
“~ Angels descending, bring from above, 
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love ~”


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As The Mist That Rides The Waves

As mist that rides the waves
My love clings to just You
Only your love I crave

You the only who saves
Constant  your love as dew
As mist that rides the waves

Telling your love in phrase
Day by day to a few
Only your love I crave

For each day on his stave
My musical notes drew
As the mist rides the waves

My right to hell did waive
The sentence he totally threw
Only your love I crave

For you did call me from grave
Transformation I flew
As the mist rides the waves
Only your love I crave


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Gods Way Is Good

Kindness, a language even the deaf can hear Like an extended hand at a time of need It pays it’s dividends right through the year; Enriched is the giver who takes on a peer Renouncing all goad in the pathway of greed Kindness, a language even the deaf can hear God’s way is good when we give without fear Bequeath your generosity plant the seed It pays it’s dividends right through the year Pay it forward, let the message speak clear Be Christ like to others use charity’s creed Kindness, a language even the deaf can hear Be swift to bless and with avarice change gear Kiss the eyes of mercy teach the blind to read It pays it’s dividends right through the year Share your abundance and all you hold dear You’ll always have plenty more than you need Kindness a language even the deaf can hear It pays it’s dividends right through the year


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Miriam

My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame
maiden is she with tumbled hair uncovered. 
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

Like Sara in the tent she lights the flame
pristine hands in front of two eyes hovered. 
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame

At sunset each flickering flame frames
a wish for communion, peace discovered,
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

The table is set, the family exclaim,
the challah's cut, the shofar uncovered. 
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.

May peace and tranquility ever reign
from sunset to sunrise rediscovered, 
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

This great mitzvah is sister Miriam's aim
since the dawn of time this act's recovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.


Dedicated to my baby sister Miriam who protects and serves.
http://www.womeninthebible.net/1.7.Miriam.htm


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Fallen Angel Serenade

Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy, Whispers of love, God's cherub strum a song on high Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Serenade me with blessings into His arms, I plea In your celestial presence, my soul caresses the sky Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Whispers of love, please envelop me for I am weary I embrace the loving touch of God you personify Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Messengers of God carry His love on wings of glory Soaring to new heights, I hear heavenly harps as I fly Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Whispers of love, angels spread God's true love story Often their whispers are like sacred shouts from nigh Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Singing joyful song, lull me in praise to God gently Shield me from the wickedness of the world, I cry Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Spirit lit in His holiness; share a new song with me
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 9, 2012 For Fallen Angel contest 5th place


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The Beauty of His Shield

There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.
Are we caught wand'ring round while others focus in?
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

Think you need a coat of mail on your mission field?
Do you require a gauntlet, helmet past your chin?
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.

Refuse the body armor, with sure fervor wield
the treasured sword of prayer and praise, its mighty twin.
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

Though we pray constantly for sickness to be healed,
know there’s joy in suff’ring and find Christ’s pow’r therein.
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.

When doubt comes upon your mind, do not stop or yield,
leave that villain in the dust, Christ forgave your sin.
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

Do not thwart your Lord, by His Spirit you are sealed.
Give Him wreaths of glory, amid the thick and thin.
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield;
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

written January 20, 2014


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Threshold-s- Hail Thee

Threshold(s) Hail thee

The path that delivers I will elevate;
For the life that lives deserves whole eternal,
In the place of rest that saints will dominate.

The many battles fought to safeguard a trait,
To let a brood with no lore of nominal.
The path that delivers I must elevate.

Not she rests assured by nature’s salvage date.
This life yet renders bosoms for cardinal:
To nourish…, enrich this trait to dominate.

From ‘yes’ I breathe to still ‘no’ I defecate.
These, I owe house of notional tribunal.
For that life’s deliverance I will elevate.

Progenies I, owe this life that promulgate
News of me to flora and fauna’s astral.
I owe this life for those gifts to dominate.

Nerve not she got, to stand tests to procreate
Won’t my lines have been thrown in lone nocturnal?
This path that delivers I will elevate,
To the place of rest that saints will dominate.

©A.O, 4/4/2014.
Dedicated to my mother and my father. And parents alike.


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The Leavings

My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..
multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet tarts pave our way. 
Choosing now to remain, linger, going deep with in the ocean free.

Forms incorporeal above me rise to celestial sea. 
The earth bathes now in rarest form portrayed.
My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..

While Hosanna’s fade from still whole memory 
with outstretching hand a mate for me waylaid.
Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave our way 

Alpha and omega will we be, and from all sin have we been freed.
For we seek the harder path the joy delayed.
My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..

Yet, He abandons we, “NO He does NOT!” a different fate have we.
And, with golden kisses each soul drops as they pray. 
Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave our way. 

The larger scheme of dark and light replays with joyous glee.
Deep with our Lord, His Love He does display. 
My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..
Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave my way. 


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To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh

What is my hope in this life?
Without You, under the skies, there’s only hell.
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!

Rejections, taunts, helplessness, all kinds of strife,
People, homes, values, all things in peril,
What is my hope in this life?

You expose my heart to tempests; I cry
In deep anguish, I beseech and kneel -
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!

Stir my heart to seek You; let not my spirit dry,
For with your absence in this tough duel -
What is my hope in this life?

My little mind cannot equal your wisdom so high,
Amid confusion I am a wondering, wandering fool,
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!

Helping grace and love you will abundantly supply;
Under the heavens - will be glory eternal.
What is my hope in this life -
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!


6/17/14
**Inspiration from Romans 8:35-39 "...Nothing can separate us from the Love 
of God..."

This poem is offered to the people of Iraq ( the Yazidis and other minorities) 
going through persecution. Let us pray  that they may have the strength to 
face all the adversities confronting them as God envelops them with His 
immense love and mercy.


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Do not Leave without a Treasured Tale to Tell

Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell,
The angels wait patiently to hear you sing or scream;
Down, down in the plain pit that is as hot as hell.

In a world that is full of stains and stinking smell,
So many are sleeping while some never dare to dream,
Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell.

The wise wake up each day, either weak or well,
They crave not to end up as a member of the tempter’s team,
Down, down in the plain pit that is as hot as hell.

Life is lovely, some are singing, ringing a blessed bell;
Some peasants plough and still have nothing to steam;
Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell.

I seldom feel for the fine flowers that faded and fell,
But I wonder how some elites eternally erase their esteem
Down, down in the plain pit that is as hot as hell.

We’re all born with death, just like a snail can’t shun its shell,
But will your demise give the world a gloom or a bright beam?
Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell,
Down, down the plain pit that is as hot as hell.


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The Helper

Do not leave me alone in this darkness.
We rave and rant in suffering, who won’t?
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this.

Men of the world know better than this, bliss!
Take pleasure from life, and that’s it! But, don’t!
Do not leave me alone in this darkness.

Knowledge and power is world’s raw justice.
Without a reason is simply a taunt.
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this.

Wealth is the key to health and happiness.
Life is a reverie, money can paint.
Do not leave me alone in this darkness.

Self-contentment is utter completeness.
There isn’t any need for You. A feint!
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this.

You are my Helper in this somberness;
Incompleteness becomes liberating.
Do not leave me alone in this darkness;
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this. 


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Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

We rubbed it out, you see.  I should repeat:

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

Some are.  Some aren’t.  There’s nothing we stand for.

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

Won’t vote on this; we might just face defeat:

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore. 


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Gnashing of Teeth: Memoirs of Hell's Lost Battles

Encircled in fire and pain, the angels sought flight,
Torrents of misery to thy soul, frozen and bound
Immobilized by very hand of God this night.

The feared legions down from below did fight,
Gave it some hell and brought heaven around,
Encircled in fire and pain, the angels sought flight.

Angels fearful to tread in this vapid absence of light,
Absconding to seek him, heavens hallowed crowned,
Immobilized by the very hand of God this night.

Losing lust for battle for fiery lands was the plight,
Downtrodden and fearing his plans ran aground and
Encircled in fire and pain, the angels sought flight.

But God had the answer for setting this all right,
Took the power of love, then hellish grins frowned,
Immobilized by the very hand of God this night.

Dear God it took your heavenly grace and sight
Of love, to see, yet he found them tired and downed
Encircled in fire and pain, the angels sought flight,
Immobilized by the very hand of god this night.


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Dissension

When tangled hope yields to the sadness,
That sweeps like madness in a perigee tide 
My soul silently abandons redress

Steady sun sings struggles of my weakness
Its rays chide that the light cannot abide
When tangled hope yields to the sadness

Thick sorrow of humanity manifests
Releasing its turmoil within drawn sighs 
My soul silently abandons redress

Comfort comes through forgetfulness, unless
The gnawing fear refuses to subside
When tangled hope yields to the sadness

Because the darkness remains unaddressed
I am forced daily to cry and abide,
My soul silently abandons redress

Yet I cannot contain the emptiness
And only God knows how hard I’ve tried
When tangled hope yields to the sadness
My soul silently abandons redress


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LOST AND FOUND

To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.
Life falls apart, disintegrates, and dies.
Climb back again. We have an amazing Master.

A man I know lost faith, and his life’s design.
He gave up hope, and took to pity’s resign.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

He broke a heart, a marriage, and kept the kids
But shredded them too, for lack of vision’s skids.
Climb back again.  We have and amazing Master.

His wife forgot her passion for truth’s wild fire,
And wandered, lost, into world’s framed by desire.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

But God was on her case.  He never left her,
And brought her longing heart within His spur.
She climbed back again to her amazing Master.

The tale goes on, for the children need to know
Why father’s fall had made them suffer so, 
Why losing faith is such a great disaster.
Climb back again.  We’ve such an amazing Master.


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Joyfilled

My heart is filled with happiness today
Spreading sunshine makes me sing
Nothing will dampen my spirit, I pray

Traveling alone down life’s pathway
Holding the hand of heaven’s King
My heart is filled with happiness today

I see fellow travelers filled with dismay
Knowing not to God they should cling
Nothing will dampen my spirit, I pray

From His presense never let me stray
Knowing that salvation He did bring
My heart is filled with happiness today

To be counted among the saints, I did obey
To live in heaven’s eternal spring
Nothing will dampen my spirit, I pray

So with my heart light, my voice will ring
Praising God for  each and everything
My heart is filled with happiness today
Nothing will dampen my spirit, I pray


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Sacred Anthems

Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.
And on the morrow bring thy true love home.
Love bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Live lovingly, earning new day's welcomes. 
Embrace heaven's wise teachings where you roam.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.

Spousal bonds enjoin marital maxims.
Matrimonial joy strives, since Adam.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Families grow stronger amid loves, blossoms.
Children safely thrive in affection's dome.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.

Faithfully make right marital chasms.
Let not one's earthly passions ever roam.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Our loving God prepared for us, kingdoms.
Lavishly envisioned, heavenly home.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.


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Price of Gain

I don't want to gain the world as a whole 
To be blinded by that which does not stay 
Only to end up losing my soul. 

What is it that I am expected, this role - 
Expectations to walk a line a certain way 
I don't want to gain the world as a whole. 

Living up to everyone's ideas is taking its toll 
Wondering what exactly I will have to pay 
Only to end up losing my soul. 

Do this, buy that, be him, be her, who's in control? 
This life spins, my heart breaks in dismay 
I don't want to gain the world as a whole 

Sell out to the highest bidder: this world's goal. 
Listening to what they have to say, 
Only to end up losing my soul. 

Seeing is believing, hearts black as coal, 
Lord, help me find a different game to play. 
I don't want to gain the world as a whole 
Only to end up losing my soul.


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Heavenly Tune

There's a sweet melody in that room
Close to God on his shining throne
For Kenny is singing in perfect tune

Accompanied by David's harp and croon
Kenny is singing the sweetest song
There's a sweet melody in that room

Kenny's crown is reflecting glory shone
Know that  he never did any wrong
For Kenny is singing in perfect tune

Jesus just loves to hear him sing a tune
Some of the most melodious songs
There's  a sweet melody in that room

Chirp, chirp, chirp he croons
All the angels join in the throng
For Kenny is singing in perfect tune

Gifted with the voice of gold 
Singing now tunes all untold
There's a sweet melody in that room
For Kenny is singing in perfect tune


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Somnolent Days and Restless Nights

Somnolent days then restless nights sleeping on the floor.
Eccentricity is custom, conventional thinking an allegation. 
Should each sunrise shine dimmer than the morning before?

A photograph of wickedness captures the allure.  
Creation falsely proven, all eyes suspicious of truth.
Somnolent days then restless nights sleeping on the floor.

Smooth are the wrinkles of the aged like pebbles on the shore. 
Some think of eternity in frivolous masks with replies halfhearted.
Should each sunrise shine dimmer than the morning before?

Locked in this cruel world a Savior is knocking at the door.
Desperate friends accuse each other of holding the sacred key.
Somnolent days then restless nights sleeping on the floor.

Where once the believers were thought to be a bore,
The blessed fool’s reflected death humbles his haughtiness.
Should each sunrise shine dimmer than the morning before?

Fools we all are searching for light in our minds’ dark corners
Somnolent days then restless nights sleeping on the floor
Should each sunrise shine dimmer than the morning before?


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The Query

And shall I into deeper silence pass
Decomposed to dust, my being denied
As if I was just a mere blade of grass

And all my kingdom's pride, nothing last
My meaning and existence a strange void
Like every glory that through time has past

Shall there be no fury when the hawk clasp
My breath in terror? Say, who decide
This dread demise ... the demon mouthed asp

Slithering around my birth, the smooth glass
Of my illusions? Who is there to chide?
Why upon me Adam's burden should pass

I, who renounced his sin, must bear his mass
And for what then was the Christ crucified?
Should not I this blind cul-de-sac surpass

And be translated to that sea of glass
Where self in eternity may abide
And my origin its purpose at last
For God in me leave not nor can subside


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I Am Off To Buy A Suit Today

I am off work to buy a suit today. 
For I have a funeral to soon attend.
I think a black suit or maybe a gray.

I must look for help to find my way,
To my one suit of grief to buy and then-- 
I am off work to buy a suit today.

Then in my closet, I hope it shall stay
A fancy fig leaf from a darken bin
I think a black suit or maybe a gray.

Only we the living will have a say
Of the coat or dress in which to ascend 
I am off work to buy a suit today. 

We will need no attire with grand array 
A farewell costume for a departing friend.
I think a black suit or maybe a gray.

It is for the dead we can only pray
While we the living must wait to attend.
I am off work to buy a suit today 
I think maybe black or a stately gray.


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Road To Home

Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
Sun dried each day of your long useful life
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Those dark green fields that are wide leads to wrong
Not warmth, love, understanding, only strife
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home

Harder to climb, narrower close to home
Nearer, nearer begin to see great sights
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Drawing, drawing come, long hill top see dome
There are friends, family, offering life
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home

The fields were greener, there was fun, the songs
Offering entertainment  glitter sights
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Now sights focused on heavenly song
Lights brighter at end of the narrow way
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
Over dark green fields no more will I roam


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My Villanelle Prayer

Heaven open my eyes so I may see.
My soul grows bitter as taste of black tea.
Please take my wicked ways, away from me.

Heavy my burden, with my heart so gray,
For ever increasing my sins are they.
Heaven open my eyes so I may see.

Fools upon fools I've let litter my day
Blindly leading me into sinful play.
Please take my wicked ways, away from me.

Darkness has ventured, my life is in fray
I pray let me please raise my head to say
Heaven open my eyes so I may see.

As I fear earthward travels Heavens sleigh
Send pity, for I am the Devil's prey.
Please take my wicked ways, away from me.

See me, my Father, how my heart does weigh
Please bless me now Lord with your tears, I pray.
Heaven open my eyes so I may see.
Please take my wicked ways, away from me.


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Bathed In Light

The Lady of darkness shares her silver charms
Each night she leads me gently to my sleep
And bids me rest safely in her arms.

The Sun has sunk below the dusky balms
As in the lunar sky stars gently weep
The Lady of darkness shares her silver charms

There is a place to be where nothing harms
And from her love divine my soul can reap
And bids me rest safely in her arms.

I care not for the world of false alarms
Where truth is sold for loving passions cheap
The Lady of darkness shares her silver charms

Yet bathed in light my spirit slowly calms
I feel lunar love o’er me softly creep
And bids me rest safely in her arms.

My eyes behold her face and touch her palm
When pathways home are long and very steep
The Lady of darkness shares her silver charms
And bids me rest safely in her arms.


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Lies

Do throw your life away.
Keep renewing your pain.
This means your life is okay.

This is the game I play:
Your soul and being I drain.
Do throw your life away.

None of your friends will stay.
People from you abstain.
This means your life is okay.

Sometimes you He does sway,
But your will I wane.
Do throw your life away.

Failure occurs every day.
Feel like you are becoming insane.
This means your life is okay.

Do not try to delay,
Keep renewing your pain.
Do throw your life away.
This means your life is okay.


Details | Villanelle | |

Let the Weeds Grow

Let wildflowers grow lofty on my grave.
Do not hoe them when their young and tender.
May they share my plot, may I be their slave.

Their seeds seek not for a coward or brave
let wild they wonder and blossoms render.
Let wildflowers grow haughty top my grave.

Give them this small ground a refuge to save 
from death by scythe and the lack of splendor.  
Let them mark my plot as an arrogant slave's.

For it was in life no comfort I gave,
no pity for flower, love or cinder.
Let grand swathes of weeds cover my grave

and  be warned all who see and not deprave
such joys of life we gladly surrender.
Let them share this spot with vanity's slave.

Let weeds flows over me, wave after wave,
may I in death be their meek defender?
Let wildflowers bloom lofty on my grave,
may they mark my plot, may I be their slave.