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THE ROAD TO GREATNESS

THE ROAD TO GREATNESS

The road to greatness lies in serving others
LOVE begets LOVE
That is Gods way

Complaining and arguing make no sense at all
Controlling our anger we stumble and fall
Strive to become blameless and pure
Shining stars in the universe obeying God’s call

The road to greatness lies in serving others
LOVE begets LOVE
That is Gods way

Inspired by Philippians 2:14-15


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One Small Tear

One Small Tear One small tear was seen to fall from the beautiful eye of that most beautiful Queen Sharalee Lorelei This tear slowly fell from her cheek & as it did so it became a perfectly perfect & most shimmering white pearl This pearl slowly fell into the outsretched hand of SailorGirl who quickly placed it into the velvet pouch which she protected that Bracelet of the Sun within Thus preserving it for all time to come . It is said in these legends that this beautiful pearl became the first of all the pearls of the seas... & that SailorGirl had removed it from her velvet pouch one day & placed it gently into the sea That from that day forward any tear from any Princess became yet another pearl & another & another filling the seas with such beauty that no sort of sadness could ever harm anyone ever again. SeaWolf ©

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Forever Friendships

Forever Friendships

Forever friendships 
Live beyond fear and misgivings,
Ideas and fantasies flow freely.
Each one trusts knowing.

Understanding awakens new insights.
Heartfelt talks bind love’s soul.
Grudges give way to forgiveness.
And forever finds flavor among friends.

Beyond anger and disappointments
Failures and weakness become forgotten.
Annoyances give way to pleasure.
And calmness comes calling, quickly.

Bravely sharing selves,
Friends walk through life, caring. 
Away from gossip and scandal,
Delicious days delight in dignity.

Anticipated thoughts thrive.
Hopes listen, patiently recognizing.
And the soul of a forever friend enriches.
Merging life on earth to eternity.


© September 28, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Form: Parallelismus Membrorum with a touch of aliteration

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My Life

My Life is not
    Measured
In Destiney is as much
        -  As it is
     - Feet from the
      -Starting line

               GF

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Your Eyes

                       
Hide night air from my scent, if you dare.
Hide breathtaking scenes from my view.
Do not hide from me your eyes.  
Do not hide the twinkle within,
the unvoiced laughter that gladdens my heart,
the harmonious song that happily
pours forth from those windows,
quiet like sunshine anointing 
poppies in a field, 
as they raise their heads to kiss the sky.
Do not hide the magnetic allure,
the crease of your eyes that narrows and smiles
a special meaning just for me,
a patient softness that blankets and protects,
drowning out the static around. 

My days review 
the pain and bias of the world,
as war’s impulse always  beats away,
and so frequently life’s echoes
pays homage to sinister mediocrity. 

But when I look into your eyes,
the clouds depart and joy bids farewell to gloom,
as chocolate reservoirs invite me in,
and I enter eagerly and willingly, 
sampling each delicious, delectable morsel.
My precious one, 
the darkest shadow is not forceful enough
to overpower the warmth and intensity
of those mesmerizing pools.
Timeless lights enlighten my life, 
day and night
tingling every part of me,
and I savor the tenderness 
of your eyes.



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A Song of the Bride

For Christ my Savior, I will be waiting
And be still for my Most Beloved King; 
I shall hope for His glorious coming
And I'll be steadfast, for He's returning! 

All the day, all my thoughts are my Dearest
By night, in mind's the One in Highest
All that I've dreamed  for is the Holiest
And all I longed for's my Love, the Might'yest.

Then I remember His love that saved me
And His loving-kindness that's set me free
I remember His mercy that cleansed me
And His charge-less grace that made me holy.

One day shall be filled my heart's longing
And fulfillment, in thirst, God will bring
My joy shall be whole in everlasting
For in that day, I shall see my Dear King.

How my heart longs for You, my Beloved
And how I thirst after You, O our Head! 
How my soul pants for You, Most Exalted
And how I want You here, O Most Blessed! 

So come, O Jesus Christ, my King - quickly - 
For I am longing after You so deeply; 
Come, Almighty my Beloved - quickly - 
For after You, my Master, I'm thirsty!

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RED

I am the color that stands for love.
I am the hearts that fill up your box.
I am the rose that sits on your table.
I am the dress you wear on a date.
I am the ribbon on a perfectly wrapped package.
I am the stripes on the American flag.
I am the sign that warns you to turn back.
I am the anger on your face.
I am the pen on your test, “F”.
I am the horns on your biggest fear.
I am the color that stands for love,
But I am also the blood that drips off your knife.

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The Flesh is Weak

Satan attempts to cut us off from the Heavenly Father by the same temptations, lust, greed, envy, being rude and a multitude of sins we get caught up in. 
We know our flesh is weak.

Old Lucifer works much like an eskimo killing a wolf: 
An Eskimo will put blood on a knife and freeze it, they repeat this process, until the knife has layers of frozen blood.

The wolf comes upon the knife and licks it, and is overtaken by his hungerous desires that he doesn't realize his tongue is being sliced, until his tongue is actually cut off: this is fact.

How many can relate to how our sinful nature, these desires so of the world, we swirl and twirl, not realizing we have fallen so far in to sin until it's too late..

There is hope through Our Risen Savior Jesus Christ.

Don't be cut off.......


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my sister

hay sister i feel your pain
far away as iam
i feel your tears threw the years
ill always be here and there
for you
what ever you do
don't lose hope
hang on to the rope
he will pull you out
no need to shout 
he hears your cry
they reach the sky
when it rain's it pour's
but there is alway's the door
to the lord
to keep us dry
to keep us safe
to give us love
to give us hope
hay sister your not alone
he is there to help you 
get therw the storm

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I Will Praise the Lord

Favor shines upon you
Light and sword protects
Eternal grace and goodness
Engulf this heart 
Capture my tears
Capture my sorrow
Flame a hope eternal
The hope of Jerusalem


My first attempt at Parallelismus Membrorum

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Alphabet for Isobel

A- means you’re an Amazing friend
B- is how Brilliant you are
C- is Cause I love you
D- is because Delightful
E- because you’re Exellent
F- because we were always such great Friends
G- we look so Good as simese twins
H- is because I’m going to miss you in the Holidays
I- we love you, Isobel
J- Just because you’re are so icy cold
K- cause you’re just to kool for school
L- we had so much fun in L-ementry school
M- how Much everyone cares about you
N- Nobody hates you
O- you so so not Ordinary
P- you are Perfect
Q- you are fit to be a Queen
R- you’re Reliable
S- Sexy in your own special way
T- Talented in so many ways
U- Unbelievably kind
V- so Very gorgeous
W- nothing is ever Wrong
X- Ben can’t kiss you enough XXX
Y- You are always up for a challenge
Z- you never want to sleep Zzzzz

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A Better Day

And it has been called
For a better day
With a new Reclamation
Where a new foundation
Has been Resurrected
In hopes' that our dreams'
And aspirations' may become
A Caldron'
For the mercy of God!

GF

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The Wind - Anaphora poem

The wind whistles in the cold dark night,
The wind sights through the boughs of old trees,
The wind whispers through the tall river reeds,
The wind ripples the field of high grasses,
The wind brushes my face and plays with my hair,
The wind is something no one can see,
The wind is something no one can touch,

Yet the Wind can see and touch us all.

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Nobody Else Can Do That

 

 

I can take my nose off my face and put my it between my fingers 
It does not drip, or sneeze, nor do boogies linger. 
I can also put my nose back. 
Nobody else I know can do that. 
I can wiggle my ears when hard I try. 
My ears wiggle so fast I can almost fly. 
My ears flip and flop and dance all around. 
I can feel my tip toes lift off the ground. 
Well its not so hard to do you see. 
And nobody else can do that but me. 
I can roll my eyes about. 
From side to side and in and out. 
Around and around and up and down. 
Until my eyes see so far that anything can be found. 
One hundred miles or more I see. 
Nobody else can do that but me. 
My feet can move as fast as cat’s paws 
And put to doubt Newton’s three motion laws 
And I can jump so high that my head touches the clouds 
Then when coming down I turn flips times three 
Nobody else can do that but me 

 
David G. Pennington 


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Just Concerned

Sometime's I am not sure
If this is a case
Of being utterly, utterly
Happy,
Or if this is just
The early on-set of
Schizophrenia

GF

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Loftiness And Lowliness

From loftiness one becomes lowly
.   and from lowliness one becomes lofty.

Consider the highest of the peaks; 
.   it has nothing but rocks and snow only.
Consider the lowest of the plains; 
.    it is filled with every kind of life.

Consider the biggest of the behemoths; 
.   the thoughts of its mind are all about
.    food alone.
Consider the the smallest of the mammals; 
.    it can be shrewder than any creature.

Consider the tallest of the trees; 
.   it is the first thing that a lightning
.   strikes.
Consider the shortest of the shrubs; 
.    no fiercest northern wind can uproot it.

Consider the heaviest of the clouds; 
.   it is the soonest water to fall.
Consider the slightest of the vapors; 
.    it shall continue its rise.

Consider the mature palm branch; 
.   it is brought down by its heaviness.
Consider the new and fresh leaf; 
.    its lightness lifts it up.

Consider the size of the elephant; 
.   by it, this animal would be the first
.   a hunter notices.
Consider the smallness of the ant; 
.    with it, only a few is interested
.    with it as a food.

Consider the fruits on the trees; 
.   most of them are useless when they fall.
Consider the crops on the ground; 
.    they are more useful where they are.

Still, consider the large watermelon; 
.   its stem cannot lift it up.
Then, consider the plum on its tree; 
.    its weight raises it high.

Consider the mass of the rock; 
.   it falls straightly to the ground.
Consider the lightness of the feather; 
.    it settles down gently.

And consider the top of earth; 
.   it is made up by mud and dirt.
Consider the bottom of the ground; 
.    gold and precious stones are found in it.

For the Great I AM has more grace
.  for the humble than the proud; 
. pay attention, you lofty ones, 
.    for there is wisdom in meekness!

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dead man's tea

i drink this tea.
or does this tea drink me.
dreaming, screaming.
sorrow fills me.
oh but not this tea.
for i fill it.
like it fills me.

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Amazing how Words like 'Spew' Can Inspire One

Don't ______ with me.
   Why not?
'Cause all I'm interested in is _______'n you.
   Why?
Stop askin' questions, ____.  Your eyes are like limpid moons in everclear, baby. What's your favorite color?
   Ummm... will get back to you on that, but my favorite phrase is get the _____outa    here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for the inspiration :D

*Oh, and please note.  This is NOT a good example of the form "Parallelismus Membrorum".  I just felt that was the best of the available alternatives to describe it.

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INHERITANCE

INHERITANCE


Born poor
My  inheritance was small
A mother’s gift:
No wealth of land,
No gold bought, no deeds,
No reliance on false profits
No
No compliance with false prophets
No cold thought, no greeds,
No stealth of hand:
A mother’s gift
My  inheritance was all
Borne pure.

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After Thought

A simple change
Of mind
Consumes' all
Thing's 
Contained within

       GF

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The paradoxes of high improved and obscured sociates

That is truth, 
in England  
all people have looked as polished talents and genius,
even a driver there
or porter, or steward, 
or begger, or trader, 
or stealer, or priest, 
or head of ministry
do not work without great quality and service. 
There is, seem, only one stupid man - mister Bean, 
who prevailed all brilliant persons given together.
 
They are all have made themselves
as they want and planned
through successful work 
and competition
in various branches and activities
of high improved community, 
while the others unlucky
inhabitant of authoritarian countries, 
post-soviet states
and Islamic caliphates
as the Iranian regime 
that must proud only with Omar Hayam
in last millennium, 
have had a very small portion  
of really famous and respected men
or just intrinsic  professionals. 
And their waste majority
looks like as screws in clock,s engine, 
or as soldiers in training camp of rebuilding empire, 
or as religious fanats in Friday namaz
or as new slaves 
in collective farm and weapon producing factories.

They have not any chances
for arise to personality
in terms of quality and standards
so usual for British community.

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Fornication Under Consent of the King put the upper-case letters together


      THE SILENCE OF A SANCTIFIED SONG

I was seeking and sank into a sanctuary
It wasn’t lonely although I was all alone
From there I went to a mortuary
And wished I was but rotting bone

No flesh to sweat nor tears to shed
Just my corpse in a coffin of brass
I still can’t say why I yearned to be dead
Perhaps I was weary of walking on broken glass

Within that mortuary everything was quiet and still
No shouts from the pious which religion quells
Suddenly I realized I was tired of always walking uphill
And wished to forever silence that old church’s bells

Right next to the mortuary stood that church of oak
With a congregation of fools and mortals be
In rapt attention the foolish listened as the pastor spoke
And in the very last row sat only irreverent me

I would not open a hymnal for my voice to sing
And to this day I still remain ever and always contrary
I smash rules and commandments to which the religious cling
Thus I left that church for the silence of the sanctuary in that  mortuary
    © 2011.…Poefree 

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Zenball: A World Of Homers

The clear zing into the air
As my thoughts depart from existence.
The little brain waves ramble along the bases.
Sick to the thought of motion my spirit hovers.
For I never left home plate.
I am everywhere all the time.

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E I G H T H AT EIGHT

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	EIGHTH AT EIGHT A.M.
    
By Free Cee on 10/19/11 at 9:28am 

While walking when the southern wind changes in my direction
and become nor-easters such as a festering infection
I have not a choice but to go where my worn out shoes will take me
 Until I reach far enough south for the sun to bake me 
so people inquire why I don't drive a car
and i tell them because were i to have one I'd drink after leaving a bar

Panama Pete, the owner, knows straight vodka is all i ever drink
and he knows how many I need to no longer think
since drinking at eight A.M. only gets me in trouble with ladies or the law
and please don't think that alcohol is my only flaw
so I leave old Pete with his Panama hat's brim well worn
until, more often than not, I awake on some stranger's lawn
how I got there and why I am indifferent to
and take my word for it I am different from you
you probably have loved ones who would care if you'd die
I, however, could expire and not a soul on earth would cry
no moans, no groans and no tears would be shed
for only Panama Pete will miss me when I'm dead

other people I’ve cheated will try to slay me because they despise me
and no tuxedo, three piece suit nor pin-stripes can disguise me
i am what i am because of a detrimental mind
and people can discern what i am even if they're blind
So I rise from the stranger's lawn and keep on the run 
(Panama Pete is actually his name and owns or owned a seedy bar on eighth avenue and 46th Street in Manhattan. i haven't seen him in twelve years but if he’s still among the living I’m giving ten to one odds that say, were i to walk into his establishment he'd pour me four and one on the house)
  TO PANAMA PETE WHEREVER YOU MAY BE © 2011 ~free cee!~

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Unknown Providences

Lust so cold, love stays warm
Advice given is words forgotten.
Gifts that are free have a catch.
Hidden destiny, life so scorned.
Living high, lost in the dark.
Spirit lost, not ever free.
Falsified love, eternally angry