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After the end of a long hot day
At the end of my rope - with nerves all frayed
I sat on the porch…to rest a spell
As the sun slipped… slowly behind the hill
Calmed…by the lingering…after glow
I watched…the summer night unfold
Crimson streaks…on a sky of blue
Melted…in a thousand…different hues
Got lost…in the dark…without the light
Leaving…just their shadows…in the night
And in fields…of clover…across the way
The crickets…began…their serenade
As fireflies danced…with sheer delight
Glowing…in love…with this summer night
And there…ahead…at the end of the road
Above the bridge…where the river flows
It rose - like magic - before my eyes
An orange moon… so big…it filled the sky
Author: Elaine George
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Mankind sees through human eyes and hearts-
that are oft times
untouched and rendered cold.
But as the Ancient of Days many foretold-
The hearts of the fathers will
be turned back to the children;
And the hearts of the children will be turned back
to the hearts of the fathers.
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cotton candy swirls
dabbed onto an azure sky. . .
sweet brushstrokes of dawn
through green velvet fields
a country lane meanders. . .
dew paints the lilacs
where the dirt lane ends
leafy trees shade a cottage. . .
fawns serenely pose
For Gail Doyle's
A Scenery Of Your Choice As An Artist Poetry Contest
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Hallowed leaf upon the tree
a symbol of his love for thee
sacred chants in morning's breeze
ancient roots he longs to please
heart-shaped foliage, a sapling pure
for this spiritual journey he must endure.
* For Brian Strand's Contest.
Dedicated to Jag. Thanks for sharing your culture with me.
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The gray exhaust of twelve warm hearths
Chased the clouds into the afternoon sky.
There stood the stalwart mansion
At peace with its surroundings
And steadfast with its environs.
Beckoning an affectionate greeting
Just beyond the bridge, it appears
To give light the sublime levity
Of being a nuance of darkness.
Its façade is as prestigious and lucent
As a librarian’s bustline in her noblest estate.
Its walls of luminous windows
Sit still in a kinetic majesty of colors,
Like the yew tree in its bounty of crimson berries.
This refuge from the current disharmonies
Radiates from its midst an unheard music
And a conviviality suggesting a vicarious ecstacy.
Here, perhaps, is that first step in darkness
Of the empire prophesized to come,
Bringing its measureless song
Of the queen of the northern lights,
Whose monarch calms the most vociferous tempest
And warms the most bitter winter chill.
Here, under the clouds of mortal brevity,
Contained are the exotic reactions
To long suppers and golden evenings
From the replenishing of early traditions,
Beyond youth’s humblest dreams.
The twelve hearths fully aglow,
Fueled with only kindling atoms,
Tell of a future only they can know
And every human mind fathoms.
Within these high stone walls,
Lit by radiant lamps’ glare,
Every place an eye-beam falls,
There is the glory of confident flair.
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A bleeding heart sent me to bed
Tormented hot, by a lover's deception;
And in the folds of my blanket, cold as wet,
I sighed into sleep of sad emotions.
In such momentary somnolence,
I beheld this face in a blooming garden;
A dazzling beauty, dignified opulence,
Which radiated a smile so open:
And as the doves whispered, my heart bloomed in bliss-
That smile that eased suffering for which I wept.
And from her soft and renaissant lips, words fell at ease;
" Welcome to paradise," and in such smile,I blissfully slept.
I staggered from my dream in lamentation;
Questioning its end, a sudden event;
But that powerful smile began to register,
and the words " Welcome to paradise," oh! the reminder!
Forthwith I tumbled and wept to again behold
With a heart of bliss, that smile in heaven's fold-
So everyday I went to bed praying in cries:
" God, permit me behold for once that smile of paradise."
Three months later in windy spring
While I sadly tended my garden's hold,
I felt a breeze, softer than all its brothers, coming in sighs
And raising my head, I saw her plain, with that SMILE OF PARADISE.
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The pastors Wife
The Pastors wife strong and true,
With so many hats yet knows what to do.
Knowing she loves him with all her heart,
Always supporting him right from the start.
Supporting the Church and congregation,
a Blessed Christian leader of our great nation.
Making a difference in all our lives,
in support of our Pastor in all his great strives.
So we honor her today in every way,
with loving support on this Special day.
We Love and thank you Pastor Jamie
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As I sat at my computer, wondering what to do,
A whisper in my ear said, I have a job for you.
Startled I looked around but no-one was there,
I was alone in the still of the night.
I recalled my wife told me of Samuel,
A prophet back in biblical times,
I felt foolish, knowing what I had to do,
I was alone and simply said, God, is that you?
I am who I am the whisper came back,
And I have a job for you
I have looked at your life through your veil of tears,
And have decided just what to do.
Are you God? I asked, hardly daring to breathe,
If so then I've something to say.
Why has my life been so hard to live?
I've struggled right up to this day.
I've been kicked and beaten, left battered and bruised,
Laughed at, spat at, abused and accused.
Each time I have tried to better myself all these years,
It's ended in sorrow, no laughter, just tears.
God, have you seen my distress from the start?
Why didn't you help stop a breaking heart?
I love you much and have never left you alone,
Through your trials and pain I see you have grown.
I have watched and waited for many years,
I have carried you long through your veil of tears,
The strength you have now is through My love,
Protected and guided by Me up above.
Remember the times when life looked so bleak,
Times when death was all you would seek.
No signs for the future, just lay down and die,
Who helped you My son? It was I.
You have asked many times why can't we move on?
Each time we were stopped, to help out someone.
Just when we thought it was safe now to try,
Someone else came along and on us did rely.
There are many I love and will never let down,
So I trained you My son through your years of despair.
When folk needed help, I knew you were there,
Sometimes just a shoulder to show that you care.
You have done many things, the world cares not a jot,
Your faults are forgiven, I remember them not.
When you work for the Lord sometimes you may stumble,
I will not let you fall if you remain humble.
Thank you Father for letting me see,
The wonderful life you have planned for me,
The journey is long, and hard every day,
But through it all I have learned how to pray.
I'll follow You Lord, Your path I will tread,
My future secure, no longer I dread.
No fear for tomorrow, each brand new day,
To help someone else to move on their way.
© Dave Timperley 2012
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I prefer to live in the
Ordinance of the Lord
Where truth and love
Can be found
I long to Reverence
In his Elegance
Where solutions' abode
In my Sorrowful Moment's
I-crave to see the light
I pray to the Lord
To keep me threw the night
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There is a special banquet
that shall be held for a King
Everyone shall receive an invitation
they are sent daily
directly to you
not to look in your mailbox
for He shall invite all
even those without an address
He says come as you are
no need to go and buy outfits
for He shall take notice of the inside
The address will be given
when you receive your invitation
for it shall bring guidance to find His home
no device man has created shall lead you there
no need to worry about transportation
all will be provided
will you come to celebrate with the King
there many shall praise and sing
Once you have opened your invitation
and know this is for you
Then this is how we shall be made acceptable
for we shall not make it on our own
but to become less of what the world teaches
and become more like the King
The King shall be at the door
at this banquet only He shall let you in
he has provided a way for all to have access
but many shall refuse and be left wandering
Will your name be on the reservation list
to attend The Banquet
This is the one invitation not to look past
for those who enter shall be home at last