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A Near Death Experience of A Sweetheart

 
"A Near-Death Experience of A Sweetheart" Floating through a corridor between two different Worlds among white fluffy clouds and shimmering stars awhile wind unfurls racing into darkness: destination to death's door living in a heavenly kingdom ... forevermore ... Traveling through deep tunnel as cold fingers touch walls of blackened essence creating thoughts to clutch quickly toward a bright white light of peace my soul and spirit being experienced soft release ... Rushing to a Paradise, landing on streets of gold seeing the Face of God so clearly to behold longing to embrace my dear departed family loved ones who had gone before to their final destiny ... Their captivating smiles excited my soul sharing love once more as was in their earthly roll but a huge white Angel stood between my track he spoke mentally "child of God you must go back. And yet, I was not sad but happy to have seen my precious treasured relatives cuddled by Supreme Being why? I questioned must I return to Planet Earth? Angel responed not your time to stay your purpose unfulfilled for God to cherish every day ... Suddenly transported through the tunnel smelling flowers a jorney taking minutes but feeling like hours and soon the sights and sounds ignited quiet hospital room while my loved ones endured possibility of doom ... My husband was squeezing my hand so tight I felt his love as my children sobbed so loud praying to above my eyes opened wide as I inhaled a breath escaping to my body while I avoided Death ... This near-death experience was an inspiration for another realm exists in utter fascination for now the message lives to enjoy both love and life have no fear for death is harmless and erases strife ... Hover close to God and always give Him thankxxx through trials and tribulations He relieves all angst Treasure every moment and anticipate the end a beutiful place is waiting reuniting family and friends ... Kisses and hugs replaced those solitary tears knowing what lies ahead extinguishes all fears please celebrate the gift of life in grateful attitude Eternity is awesome with unending interlude ...

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Tissue Box

like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why they felt compelled to come here
dozens came with casseroles
a few with flowers, wads of tissues
tender words of helpless mutterings
many acts of generous offerings

don't get me wrong, I watched the suffering
expressed in words or acts of kindness
I watched it all, and felt the love
did not dismiss the warm compassion
returned it all, with pure compliance
a thankful heart, a swollen throat

I hugged these strangers at the door
to comfort them, who shed their tears
upon my shoulder, offered them
a place to share their sympathies
a place to spend their mercy, pure

                but, this was my child who suffered loss
                impossible........I can't express it

protected from the very start, by
loving hands, her dad's and mine, 
we watched her grow, and let her go
she grew from the vine ....into a rose
but life composed a tragedy with goals
beyond our reach...beyond our wildest dreams
and left her with a loss beyond control

like visitors from outer space we watch
as others come, and others go
they blow into their tissue wads
and empty the boxes one by one
and cry with us,  and then they all go home

do we cry........?  Oh no, not yet...
instead we smile a grateful smile
and thank them kindly for the while
and for the ways they share their love
but we can't cry into our own clenched wad
of tissue from the tissue box
she needs us to be strong, somehow
and so that is the way it is, we vow...to hold back all the tears for now


                for, this was my child who suffered loss
                impossible........I can't express it
      __________________________________________





4/12/13

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Poetry Soup Kitchen

-Poetry Soup Kitchen-

Grab your aprons and spoon
Today we will not think of the stars and the moon,

Open your eyes, be grateful for all we have
Together we can paint the world
In any which way we desire

Let's give, live and celebrate the New Year
Poetry Soup Style
Happy New Year 
2015


By:PD

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After Christmas 2014 - In the Moment

The time is after midnight, and I’m in the moment, thinking how another Christmas has come and gone. My spouse and I are tucked in bed, warm and cozy. Outside, white beauty coldly blankets our front lawn. Snickers, our new dog, sleeps peacefully between us. The cat creeps up beside me now. How I love her! How trusting are these creatures God gives us - how pure! Our cat lies down by Snickers. I hear her soothing purr. The visit with our daughter and her family was nice. With gifts, glad hearts and tummies full, we traveled home. More memories to cherish; the old year passes. In the moment - grateful - I finish with this poem. Written right before bed 12/26/14 by andrea Dietrich For the "In the Moment" Poetry Contest of PD

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Heat Source Hunger

Wonder not
if my thoughts are thrilled and twisted
daily and deeply by the albums of your ways,
I succumb severely to the impulse of imminent interplay
so dumb with joy, grateful for the fusion of our fevers,
I've never let you leave my mind,
you haven't finished eating your portion of my heart,
there is so much more for you, still in my chest, on my eyes,

I am your rare happiness,
that bare beast of a woman's best distress,
trigger your storm sirens with a single drop of Goodbye,
serve you with the most sensational sadness,
replenish your youth with an admiration that won't die,
knowing that I am not a makeshift man, nor a loyalty within a lie,
that I'll punish your pulse with peppered pleasure
because I can, because I must,
pull your hair just to hear those breaths beg for big flares,
treat the smooth and sweet lascerations of love's lament
butterfly cut into the surface of a girl's search for sincerity,
we get intoxicated on performance of personality,
buzzed beautifully from believing in the addiction of adoration's affliction,

We know we can handle one another's hurt
as warriors bleed hard because they sell themselves the sacrafice,
that we can process history with humor by breaking the shame of blame,
synthesize epiphany with sympathy to nourish symphonies of Divinity
we realize that intensity is the regal implement of our tournament, 

I like it when you tell me the tough truths,
that you want to be loved for more than one reason,
that being respected in segments isn't enough,
that he will never be me,
that words can outlast the disappointment of distance,
that the world overwhelms you when you most expect,
that sometimes you'd rather be a heart attack
before being a pretty song or a favorite memory,
I understand your need for absolute affection, absolute attention,
lets allow our love to be confusing, dazzling, on the verge of villainy, 
it isn't steady as a sleeping heart beat
or ready for celebration like a " gee wiz " graduation,
it is our Love, and its undefinably volatile and lovely,

Your cosmos gives a question that feeds one answer,
that love is ours, safe in the arms Armageddon, 
I remember the ember of our future
spazing on the hearth of fresh earth,
don't ever miss me Babe, just keep lovin me -

J.A.B.


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Gathering of the Golden Girls - Soup Convention

Four “Golden Girls” seated at a table
Grey streaks our hair, but minds remain stable
     Convention is underway
     Michael has something to say
He opens our meeting with a fable
 
It’s about a tortoise that beats a hare
Some of the “fast writers” begin to glare
     Joyce, Francine and Barbara know
     It takes time for verse to grow
We’re the queens of rewriting; this we swear
 
Iolanda’s introduced to read her book
“Lava of my Soul,” no gobbledygook
     We’re mesmerized by each line
     At the end we toast with wine
Joyce says, “Now those words took some time to cook.”
 
It’s Karen’s turn to read “Silent Whispers”
We see tears falling into John’s whiskers
     “Tears of joy,” Francine exclaims
     For Karen’s Best Seller fame
Applause rings out from grateful listeners
 
After the “meet and greet” it’s nearly dawn
The crowd starts to thin as our comrades yawn
     Joyce, Francine call it a night
     But Barbara still sits upright
We two remain when most others are gone
 
One poet called us “Late Night Cockroaches”
This indignity did not encroach us 
     We call ourselves “LNCs”
     Awake in wee hours with ease
Waiting for our princes to approach us
 
That’s when the James Brothers draw near
Peranteau and Fraser, to make it clear
     With two erotic writers
     LNCs pull “all nighters”
Knowing that we can propose; it’s Leap Year!
 
 
*Entry for Michael’s “A Table of Four” contest
At my table: Carolyn Devonshire
Joyce Johnson
Francine Roberts
Barbara Gorelick
 



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Love Truth

Why do you love me...
she asks with purple pause on her breath
and lips anxious for that all consuming kiss of truth...

I love you because my heart can only speak your name
my mouth can't move without your sensual song,
in my mind you are the Mistress of romantic secrets
on my body I feel the marks of your dominance, 
in my dreams I see the ageless Goddess you are to me
that girl of limitless promise,
in you I see the best beauty of my Mother
her perseverance and protection of love,
I love you steadfastly
because your I.Q. stands for Incomparable Queen,
I love you religiously
because you are my ideal woman
wild...demanding...giving...punishing
you won't allow me to wallow in false satisfaction,
refusing to let me stray into helpless heartbeats,

I know that I love you because I cannot say Goodbye...
I ask you with grateful pride,
Why do you love me...
with pleasure poised on an open smile you say...
I love you because you have the touch of an angel...

J.A.B.

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Gothic Loneliness


Darksome night and shining moon,
hearken to her echo In blue...
fragmanted woods spreading aroma..
The scars of my karma turn erotica... 
She didnt fly she is coming down...
A faithful eve, wearing a black gown..
I was born in love with thee,
So why this world stands in between..?
I am her posession, She is my darkness..
Oh how I wish this world to embrace..
 I hate this blood soaked field of glory,
I am grateful to her for this soliditary..
A tiny grain of ego, lust and lies...
Divinity told her to break the ice...
Seeing world in such postition...
Universe laugh for the  final perdition...
She blessed me with divine words,
Which never connects me with this world...!

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Ah Shoot, Now I Have To Say Something Nice

What a surprise, you
brought tears to my
eyes, I know it
isn't lies, cause I
feel the same way.

Friends are hard to
find, most like me
for my behind,
others are just
blind, You dig me
any way.

Jan you are unique,
a treasure I think,
I see that smiley
face wink, You
always make my day!

Tim I really adore,
all your poems and
more, you give
meaning to what
friends are for,
what else could I
say!

There are so many I
want to know, in a
friendly kind of
way. I give out many
great big hugs, and
in my poetry I play.

Life is too short,
not to be a friend.
To give warmth and
love, and love with
out end.

To everyone who
reads my words, to
all the treasures
that I find. When I
go to the party in
the sky, I will not
leave any memories
behind. I will thank
each and everyone
for you all touch my
heart. And I am so
very grateful here,
to be welcomed to
this part.

So I don't leave no
one out, let me tell
you how much you
mean to me. I love
you all. Sugar,
sweetie, darling,
handsome, dear,
angel, doll, babe,
baby, hon, honey,
freaky sexy one (
yep that might be
you ;-p ) 
to all my friends
everywhere. I love
you!!!

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Poet's Heart of Gold

Giving Thanks 

In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul
Thanking all God's creatures
Coating all my expressions from-
-Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Conceal every worry, 
Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness
And, well, honored comments. 

This is a rich tribute to:
All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts
Enjoy the time, you give each and every Poets

:)

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Please Love Yourself, Mommy

Please love yourself,
My daughter wrote
As we chatted away
About my upcoming trip
And yet my tears spilled over
As I bared my heart
To my 19 year old daughter
The joy of my life
The light of my eyes
The reason…..
The reason I go on with life
It’s for her
I try to survive
And push on
For she still needs me

And she wrote…..
You need to appreciate yourself more mami
I can't imagine my life without you
Just thinking about my life without you in it 
just makes me wanna break down
Please mama for me
Please love yourself
I dunno why it's so hard for you to see how incredible you are

She knew all my reasons
And yet she asked
Desperate to pull me out
To help me see the light
To remind me of who I was
Who I still am
And I soothed and comforted her
Knowing she’d worry
Her daddy away
And her Mama all alone
Locked in her room
Crying the night away
Yet she was the strong one
Mothering me
Giving me
A shoulder to cry on

And after all the tears those words of hers brought
I thanked her for loving me…..
And she wrote
I can't help it. You're amazing. You just need to give yourself a chance
Come here mami we'll have so much fun

And I smiled through my tears
Grateful for the blessing I have in her
And my heart decided
Once more
Once more
For a little while longer
To fight the good fight
To survive
To let the vivacious Mommy she knew
Come to life
The one all her friends loved
And said was “so cool”
That Mommy
That woman
I'd ask her to go on
And to try...
To try...
To love herself...

...For the love of a daughter

Eileen Manassian Ghali



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Lessons Learned from Trees

"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

                                                             ~A Rambling Poet~



A canopy of trees
filters the sun for me,
and I am grateful...
For I do not feel like 
having the rays glare
in my eyes today,
in a brooding mood I am.

The earth is damp,
drunken with dew,
seemingly commiserating
with me

I lay myself down,
jagged rocks beneath me
--cutting, rough--
and I welcome it
For it grounds me,
a reminder
that not everything 
is sunlight and blooms

I sink in my darkness
and close my eyes
to dwell in it and drown,
just sighing

For an eternity,
I am mired with
muck and moss in my mind,
thoughts eroding
to nothingness

...until I open my eyes
to Wonderment

The trees above me 
stand tall and proud
in their radial glory,
the sun just
breaking through,
shimmering, dappling
my cold being

Leaves gilt with light
blink back in awe
and I am floored,
blanketed by warmth
of hushed spirits 
surrounding me

These trees 
tell their tales
of growth and survival,
of yearning for 
that light,
of their struggle
to catch a glimpse
of heaven...
of capturing 
its light,
using it,
feeding off from it,
in order to 
give back to others

some of them stumble
yet most of them
succeed

I am humbled.
I am awed.

Yes, the canopy
gave me shade,
temporary darkness
from the light,
I look up again
and realize
that the tiniest
pinholes of hope exist,
reaching deep within...

little sparks
that set off
a chain reaction
of life




--June 11-12 (2011)


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Riding Misty

Though Santa never responded to pleas
There was just one gift on my list each year
A horse that could run at the speed of light
A bold little gal; I never had fear

With two high school friends I visited a ranch
To ride in 103-degree heat
Through the bramble bushes and prickly pears
Upon little “Misty” I took my seat

The Mustang Adoption Program’s success
Sparked ranchers from Tucson, Arizona
To give a home to a rust-colored mare
Many miles from my home near Daytona

Cryptic white markings graced Misty’s neck
Looked like words in Native American code
“She’s so small,” I whined, seeking to ride fast
But no matter, to the desert we rode

Even the roadrunners were envious 
When Misty gained speed and hit her full stride
Warp speed!  I clung to the saddle horn
As Misty passed larger horses with pride

My hat fell on a cactus, sweat filled my eyes
My life flashed before me, quite a surprise
It seemed like she had wings as we flew
Don’t be quick to judge a horse by its size

I thank Misty often for the ride she gave me
She fulfilled my dream and gave me a thrill
But on the news today a reporter said
Wild horses would now be rounded up and killed

I’m so grateful I had the chance to ride
A wild horse with spirit and awesome speed
But what will become of her ancestors
Misty’s now part of a vanishing breed



*For Frank's "One Standout Day" contest
by Carolyn Devonshire

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When Poets Make Love

My dear poet- 
I am forever grateful to you
For allowing my body
To be your page 

Letting your words 
Ascend on my temple
And descend 
On my feet

How long will I thank God 
For giving me you
As our passionate and artistic sessions
Gracefully formed poetry in motion

Lord knows 
My body yearned 
And needed the eloquence 
Your poetry provided 

Our poetry combined 
Gave birth to volcanic verses 
And flood-like rushes 
Of the most liberated conversation

My poet laureate
Thank you for allowing 
Your art to transcend 
Into poetic actions

Your ability to allow 
Your love to flow 
Like a pen on paper
Amazes me

When poets make love 
Sacred books 
Unlock their meanings 
And the majestic powers of words 
Fill the universe 
With marvelous expressions 

Our collaborated efforts 
Awakened the most powerful of poets 
Who long ago fell asleep
Happily summoned with the stars 
To congratulate our poetic bliss 

When we made love 
Our poetry was forever 
Imprinted in the hearts 
of all poets 
past, present, and yet to come


-Written and dedicated to a very dear poet (R.C.) 

© Monique McDowell 2008  All rights Reserved

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Unwed Teen Mothers and Poverty

At internet dating sites secrets are hidden
On his roller coaster of lies, Pam had ridden
Though she agreed to meet Joe in a public park
The sun had already set; it was growing dark

No families or lovers were strolling around
When Jim came from behind and pushed Pam to the ground
Pam went home and was afraid to tell her parents
In four months there was a change in her appearance

Pam left home and started living on the streets
Turning away from every stranger she’d meet
‘Neath neon lights on a cardboard box she lay
Night after night, visiting soup kitchens by day

In her eighth month she found a home for pregnant teens
As her mom endured the torment of fearful dreams
Time neared and Pam called home crying, “Mom, I’ve done wrong!”
Grateful mom said, “Dear, I’d have been there all along"

Lifting Pam up from the grasp of dire poverty
Her parents welcomed the newborn to their family
If she hadn’t made that call, Pam would not have known
The comfort she’d receive in her parents’ fine home



* Entry for Gwendolen’s “Mom, I’m Pregnant” contest.

According to Douglas J. Besharov with the University of Maryland’s School of Public 
Policy, almost half of all families headed by women under age 18 have incomes 
below the poverty line. This is almost five times the poverty rate of two-parent 
families with children. 

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A Tribute to Jayson, My Brave Warrior

A Tribute to Jayson, My Brave Warrior
My dear son, Jayson When you called late last night to let me know You were deploying to go overseas tomorrow In spite of my great resolve I broke down and sobbed.
The little boy I lovingly nurtured So witty and good-natured So kind, compassionate, and loving You’ll always be my sweet boy Even though the world now sees you as a grown man.
Recalling special times when I showered your baby face with kisses Or tickled your armpits Howling with laughter, you would beg me “Do it again, Mommy, I love it!”
I remember all those moments we had At times rocky, sometimes sad But most of all memorable and enjoyable. I remember your growing pains All your questions, anxieties, and mixed-up emotions Yes, we made it through hurdles you and I Making me laugh, making me cry But taking that journey together was quite priceless!
You’re now a strong, valiant, young man Willingly putting your life on the line Many have thanked you for your service And, my brave warrior, I am so proud of you When I hear your humble, heartfelt reply, “Glad to do it!”
You’re just simply the best! While you took a minute to leave the nest I’m grateful for the extra time we were given But I know It’s time to let you go – Go take your rightful place in the world.
You’ve grown wings like a fierce eagle It’s your time to fly high! Now soar! But remember that you are always a part of me And even though we may no longer hold hands We are still holding hearts.
These tear-splattered pages Reflect my anguished heart Knowing you’re prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice for your country I pray that you will return to me safe and sound I love you, my hero - my precious son. Godspeed! ¡Vaya con Dios!

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YOURS TRULY, OLIVE ELOISA

OLIVE ELOISA came from my Mama's name: OLIVIA.. OLIVE means peace: ELOISA means hale and wide MY TRAITS: *CHILDISH 28 but young at heart, sometimes still impulsive and too trustful; sweet they said *DAUGHTER the 2nd child of ALEX and OLIVIA *WOMAN AND NURSE soft but firm, strong and loving; angel but can be an antagonist; forgiving; SISTERS OF IRIS AND ALELI ALEXIS the one in between fire and ice; sugar and spice; the one need to decide... LOVER of: *FOODS: wahhhhhh! sure I can't say NO to: ICE CREAMS, CAKES, CHOCOLATES, PIZZAS, RICECAKES *ANYTHING SOFT like pillows; marshmallows; human hands *HUGS: the warm, comforting, soothing, from the heart hugs. *MUSIC: I sing along with mellow and gospel sounds, and R and B's; I dance along hiphops; modern music. but well when so "FEELING ALIVE" I do both sing and dance. *BOOKS: I read any book that catches my interest: from romantic to historic novels, cooking to lifestyle books; philosophical to scientific to religious book. *POETRY: weeeee!!! I am so eager to learn how to do it right and the different styles too.. *NATURE: not a green thumb though :( but I love flowers, puppies, sitting or lying on a grass, dipping in hot springs, falls etc though I can;t swim :P *HONESTY: better tell me that truth than letting me believe of a lie. *JUSTICE: I try to fight when I fully know am right.. When accused, I try proving my bad accusers wrong! *DISCOVERY: Life is just too short that as much as possible when given the chance: I TRY and I TAKE RISK. *HUMILITY... I can only smile. *GOD. WHO FEELS *grateful for everything that has been *excited of what still to come *special for I have a God who has been always faithful and loving. WHO FEARS *failures but am taking risks and I am positive that I can overcome them for I have my God with me. *heights but gradually am conquering it through rappelling and disaster training. *being the one being prick via needle catheters or anything... :D :D :D WHO WOULD LIKE TO SEE *Disneyland, my long dream trip and I will make this come true soon! *Two guys beside me at the bed each time I wake up! and a girl, I will teach to cook, sing and all.. :) *My ever silent friend and rescuer, my LOVER before am born, my all in all: GOD RESIDENT OF *the troubled challenged but still never forget to smile: the PHILIPPINES GUILLERMO ©O.E. Guillermo Sponsor: Regina Riddle Contest Name: BIO poems Placed 1st

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Christmas Future


My little ones are now grown men
with wives and children of their own
my Christmas joy is grandchildren
these loving feelings are well known.

The year is twenty-forty three
I can’t believe how time has flown!
I’m grateful to be seventy
with family blessed, never alone. 

Christmas blew in with steady speed
another year has come and gone
Stockings are hung, carols I lead, 
Still get a thrill with waking dawn.

The Christmas magic has remained
passed down from generations old
heartfelt traditions never waned -
of cherished faith and stories told!

My husband now plays Santa Claus,
the role delights with children’s smiles. 
He’s softened nicely for the cause 
becoming sweetly versatile!

And after all the years we’ve shared
each Christmas holds dear memories
With age and wisdom, we’re aware 
of blessings found in family -
So grateful for God’s gifts, are we!   

For Kelly's Christmas Past, Present or Future Contest, 12/11/14 

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This Year


Eve of the New Year, eyes strain to see pale depths of yonder anticipating a fresh sky to gleam golden this year. With said goodbyes, I awaken, reborn in wonder of innocence held in sunlit smiles of those I hold dear and hope to value lessons learned ‘neath gracious skies swept clear. Happiness renews in a freckle faced sky of twinkling stars as I slow my pace to laze below her beauty and gaze in awe of infinity, searching for miracles beyond my many scars, and I shall live free to dance and sing, honoring God’s law, humbly glorifying Him, seeing His reflection through each flaw. Standing tall in this new year, I resolve to be more grateful, finding joy in each day and confidence to breathe life genuine. The sky will change above, the earth will spin below, and faithful, I’ll take my place amid with these ideals circling within. This year, I’ll reach for sky that never falls and dream of heaven. Written for Francine Robert's This Year in English Quintain Contest, 1/6/15

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The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.



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Blossom

                                              Sweet scented blossom
                                             Confetti sent from heaven    
                                                 With a gentle breeze                                    

                                                      Jan Allison
                                                  26th April 2014

My grateful thanks to  Elly Wouterse for helping me change and add to  the original few words to produce a haiku!

~Entered into Debbie Guzzi's contest Spring into Haiku ~
             ~  Awarded Honourable Mention ~

                                

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A New Day


Her grateful kiss moistens the dawn, raised arms embrace the sun. A light like fire burns for all time, a new day has begun. When Sunday morning’s church bell chimed, brisk steps tapped with the song. Gray walls of stone held prayers within, stained glass cast shadows long. She stood hunched low prisoned by sin, carved statues froze her feet. A face of slate hid darkest fears, her path walked in defeat. A voice of hope from prayer spoke clear, love shined from grace unbound. With arms held high and knees bent low, soul praised without a sound. On high, she saw gold haloes glow and wings spanning blue sky. This Sunday morn behind church doors, to hate she said goodbye. With love, each new day to explore becomes a welcomed gift. The world around her is her church, God’s beauty does uplift! Heavenly song floats from high perch, the birds know all too well God’s love brought forth a melody from Sunday’s old church bell. Then when the bells toll solemnly, she’ll rise to a new song; bell’s chime will call to other souls as new days come along. for Isaiah's Interlocking Rhyme Contest, 1/24/15

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This Special Time of Year

We may not have a "White Christmas", yet joy remains the same I find delight in viewing candles reflected on frosted panes They remind me to be grateful for warmth and light so near Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year A scenic view of white smoke rising from the chimney tall Dainty snow flakes falling as kids roll them into balls They sail against blustery winds and I wonder how they dare! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Sweet music heralding peace, urges hearts to spread some joy! Displayed is a wooden Nativity Scene to greet you at the door A glittering tree with twinkling stars stands proudly at the rear! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Fresh pine garlands dress stair rails with large red velvet bows The aroma of cinnamon and pine saturates, delighting one’s nose While a cozy wood fireplace glows, inviting, daydream stares Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year The baking’s almost done; and tons of sweets are ensured Though, there will not be any Christmas pudding this year, for sure Mama’s been gone home a while, yet the many memories linger here Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Whatever may happen in life, Christmas joy lives in the heart A warm home and loving hearts have sufficed from the start Much food, drinks and good conversation; lots of fun to share! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year “Less formal” is my style preferred, so do relax if you please Sit on the floor, take off those shoes; dance or just be a tease When you feel stuffed and need a nap, if you snore, have no fear! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year ~*~

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Kind Feelings

Never got to say all I needed too..
Motionless words as this bird flew..

Now I look out my window to reach 
your mind..
I talk to the sky and send feelings
that are kind..

On a quiet night when your thoughts 
are clear..
Out your window they fly with no harm
or fear..

If you smile for no reason, I'll know why..
Maybe just a few have reached your eyes..


For PD's contest... The reason I picked this piece is because this past month I was able to hear from this lady for whom I wrote this piece about.. I emailed it to her and she was so grateful that I still cared enough to write for her..It gave us closer and helped us both realize why we are better where we are now... love doesn't stop it just gets transformed into a better friendship...

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Faithful to you

I see you my dear 
fighting with no fear.
The struggle is stressful,
but here I am my first love -
to you am always faithful!!

God is good to me,
and to you am always grateful -
yes they call me forgetful, 
but for you am always thankful;
Amazingly graceful!!! 

Say yes!!! To love,
and no!! To sex -
self destructing your self
than tell me what's next!!
Your dignity be worked out
more than a bow-flex.
What a mess!!!
Just for a few seconds of sex!!


Let's all be one Love
and Jehovah will bless

A Dios yo le digo-
Gracias!!
por hablar contigo
te adoro y te vendigo
for not having that dumb male-ego,

y este sentimiento -
tan profundo ;
I will always be faithful to you -
hasta el fin del mundo!!

"Without God, we are like a boat in the middle of the ocean without a wind on our favor!!"